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thewitchunderyourbed · 1 year

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When the Sun goes down

Sorry, I'm bad at summaries, guess you have to read the whole thing

Chapter 1

Pairing: JoyToy!Johnny x V

Warning: language, sexual themes, brief mention of violence and abuse.

V strolled down Jig-Jig Street, as her friend Goro once said "what kind of name is that?"

Well, what did he expect from a hub full of sex shops and prostitutes?

Taking the turn for Wakako's Pachinko Parlor the neon light reflected on her dark sunglasses, and the sounds of moans and implant commercials filled her ears, annoying her even more.

She was beyond pissed.

She scoffed at the sound of slot machines and almost ripped the damn curtains draped over the door to Wakako's office.

"V, my dear. I heard the gig was a success" the old woman greeted her, always composed.

V, as an answer tossed a bloodied shard on the fixer's desk, the little piece of tech rattled on the wooden surface, leaving a trail of brain pieces and hair.

"Why didn't you tell me my "contact" was a cyberpsycho? Had to make his head into pudding and then retrieve that fucking shard" she hissed.

"But you succeed, didn't you? Eddies are already on your account" Wakako said, with a gesture of her hand her pupils lit up, a sign that she was transferring the money.

"Thank you" V muttered "I'm going home if you need me you know how to find me," she said heading for the exit.

"Wait, V." the woman called, making the merc turn around.

"You're getting noticed a lot, and in a good way. Your exploits are known all over Japan Town and your skills are already legendary. The prostitutes in this neighborhood dream only of you." she smirked.

"Oh, lucky me" the girl replied, unamused.

"What I'm trying to say, my child, is that life is short for not having some fun" the fixer said adjusting her round glasses on her nose.

V snorted "Is what you said to your five husbands?" and with that, she left the Parlor.

It's not that V disliked hookers, she's friends with more than one, but paying for sex it's something she doesn't wish to do.

She would be a hypocrite if she said she had not thought about it on more than one occasion when her stressed brain craved something that wasn't just pain and medications.

A cute JoyToy would make her forget about her pitiful life made of death and money for an hour or two but then she would return to her path of loneliness, with less money and her systems to check up by Vik.

The truth was that she did not care about sex that much anyway.

The oddly shaped strap-ons on display in the shop's windows were almost hilarious to her, for not talking about the Mr. Stud commercials, she knew a guy who had a very HARD time with one of those.

Wakako was right, though.

The hookers were launching themselves at her as she passed, hoping to be noticed and make some money or to simply spend time with her, to have something to gossip around.

"I know what the famous merc is into under the sheets" she could already hear them.

Almost out of the hub, returning to her loved bike her attention was caught by shouts, two people were arguing.

"Oh, for fucks sake" she huffed, tempted to just leave them be and return home for collapsing on her bed.

"What did you just call me, you useless whore?" a Japanese man screamed in his mother tongue.

"A wretched piece of shit, keep your fucking hands to yourself if you can't pay," another man with dark aviators said.

The first grabbed the latter by his net shirt, making his glasses fall onto the dirty ground.

"Hey!" V yelled towards the two, approaching with quick steps.

"Is he troubling you?" the merc asked the male JoyToy.

"And what the hell do you want? Take his place, maybe?" the molester, eyed her from head to toe.

"If you don't immediately leave within three seconds, I swear I'll rip off that poor excuse of genitals you have between your legs, and make you forcefully swallow them, do you copy?" she asked, throwing the man against the nearest wall and unsheathing her mantis blades.

The poor fucker almost peed his pants as he ran away, tripping on his own feet by looking behind himself, afraid of being followed by V.

"Could have made it by myself" the JoyToy scoffed.

"You're welcome" arching one eyebrow at him, she lowered down to pick up his glasses handing them to their owner.

"Thank you" he finally said, extending a shiny cybernetic arm "I'm Johnny"

It takes some time for V to realize she was meant to introduce herself too, lost in her thought of a soft and warm bed as the cold rain started to fall on Night City.

"I'm V... Sorry to ask you but..." she gestured where a golden feather-like cyberware adorned his neck "-you're not a JoyToy".

Johnny fished out a cigarette from the back pocket of his leather pants and V took out a lighter from one of hers.

Stepping closer to him and using her free hand to prevent the small flame to be blown out by the rising wind, she lit the cigarette held between his lips.

He let out a nervous exhale of smoke before speaking "I was a doll, at Clouds. That fucking place is a soulsucker, I've been beaten one too many times, waking up in a bloodbath without even remembering by whom or why. I quit that place forever"

She could still see a trace of fear in his dark eyes even if the secure expression on his beautiful features tried to mask it.

"You're not having much luck even here" she pointed out.

"At least I'm not a sex zombie anymore, why the hell do you care anyway?" he inquired suspiciously.

"I'm in a good work relationship with Okada, this district fixer. Her problems and the ones of her clients often became mine to resolve. I like to keep myself well informed" V said, raising the hood of her jacket on her head.

"See you around, Johnny" she smiled weakly before stepping under the pounding rain.

"Wait! Don't you... I mean, as a thank you?" he raised his voice to be heard.

"As a thank you, you can stay safe" she ignited the engine of her Arch to life before speeding away.

"See you around, V" he sighed, shivering in the cold night.

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Feel free to comment and give constructive critiques. English is not my mother tongue so if you have found some errors, please let me know.

Ideas and suggestions are welcomed too 💕

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callsign-relic · 8 months

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This isn’t my usual kind of writing (that I post here anyway), but I saw this amazing piece of artwork (linked below) and after rewatching Predacons Rising I was really inspired to write something based on it. Enjoy our big man Optimus feeling small for once in the presence of big boy Primus himself :)

(I did want to make this longer but my motivation sadly disappeared :( I do think this is good for what it is though :))

Optimus’ senses were all slowly coming online.

At least, that was what he assumed was happening. First there was that thrumming of his spark in its chamber. A deep, sonorous hum filled his processor, and the Prime knew his audials must have activated by then. The mech flexed his digits, and slowly, feeling spread itself along the rest of his worn frame.

Then, when his optics finally came online, he witnessed a sight like no other unfolding itself before him.

He was in the depths of deep space, yet rushing past him were countless lights, zooming past him in every direction, in numbers he couldn’t begin to count. Each little light glowed with a faint color of their own, and Optimus’ optics struggled to process such a harmonious symphony of color with merely his own two optics.

As he looked down onto himself, he noticed the rainbow of lights reflecting off of his old plating. And as he flexed one servo, and then another, the mech raised his vision upwards into the churning current of lights above him as memories of the last few moments all rushed into him at once.

Unicron.

The Autobots.

The Well of All Sparks.

White.

Optimus had sacrificed his own spark in order to free the sparks trapped within the AllSpark. If that remained the case, he must have been truly one with the AllSpark by now.

So, if that was the case, how was it that he could still see his mechanical frame? Why wasn’t he another mere spark, joining the current with his brethren into worlds unknown?

A sudden bright light appears before the Prime before he could ponder the question. Optimus squints and raises a servo to shield his optics, yet when his optics cycle themselves and adjust to the gently dimming light, he no longer finds it in him to block his vision.

A gigantic figure appears before him. Plating made of pure, golden light, shining itself out and giving this being corporeal form. A halo wraps itself behind his head, circles appearing like their own dwarf planets encircling it. The mech-like being wears a faceplate and blank, yet knowing optics. It’s finials defy all sense of logic and separate themselves into ever shifting pieces along either side of his helm. Fractals of light jitter about the edges of his form, yet Optimus can make out just about every part of this being that makes him Cybertronian. Sturdy helm, wide chassis, and, of course, the massive servos that lift themselves up from behind the Prime, gently cupping him within the bigger mech’s hold.

“The Thirteenth,” the titan begins. His voice is hollow and echoes through the kaleidoscopic tunnel in which they stand, yet it shakes Optimus to the very core of his spark. The smaller mech finds himself breathless. “Orion Pax. Optimus Prime.”

“You…” Optimus can barely manage to piece together his words as the reality of whom he was facing finally began to hit him. “You are… Primus?” He asks, though there is no questioning lilt to the end of his words.

The golden being gives a mere nod.

In that very moment, Optimus inclines his head deeply, and kneels. “It is a true honor to stand before you, my creator,” he professes as his helm is hung low. Then, he raises his helm back up, if only to properly address Cybertron’s god. “To what do I owe the great privilege of getting your audience?”

“Rise,” Primus’ voice gently commands, and Optimus obliges him. As he speaks, his voice is low and soft, yet still emits a commanding air that no creature— Cybertronian or otherwise— could ever hope to find it in themselves to defy. “Optimus Prime. You have done not only myself a great service, yet the entirety of Cybertron’s people.”

Optimus stands tall as Primus continues. Not out of arrogance, not in the slightest— but out of the innate compulsion to take in every last feature about the god.

“You have committed the ultimate sacrifice. In exchange for your own life, you not only saved my own, yet saved the future of the Cybertronian race in and of itself.” The hands behind Optimus raise themselves higher, and Optimus can’t help but flinch forwards the smallest bit as they gently bump into him. He’s enveloped entirely by that golden light, the pure warmth of the servo behind him washing away any possible fears or doubts. Optimus is raised gently within Primus’ palms, and the creator god gazes down at him with an emotion the Prime can only describe as love.

“And for that, I must thank you.”

#Transformers #Transformers prime #TFP #Optimus prime #TFP Optimus #Transformers writing #Transformers fanfic #Transformers fic #relic writes

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alfairy · 5 months

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13 year old girls who write fanfiction are built different

#it’s me I’m 13 year old girls #I just found relics of old comments and emails from my ye old fanfic net days #it felt like I got punched in the face lol

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kopfkino-o · 1 year

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SEER’S STONE PREVIEW: THE SMUTTY STUFF

I literally have no self-control and just couldn't stop myself from putting together this little preview even though I'm supposed to be working on the next chapter lmao.

Also, happy Elriel month to all! I'm so thankful for this community, the connections I've made, and the welcomeness I've received as a new fanfic writer. You guys are gems 🖤

“Oh, fuck you.” Elain snapped.

A sly smile tugged at the corner of Azriel's lips. “Only if you beg.”

II.

And then he was in her arms and his hands were in her hair and the kiss between was nothing if not feverish. It burned her, the need and desire she'd been trying to ignore for weeks now, finally threatening to devour her whole. Let it, she thought.

Elain wasn't a stranger to destruction and ruin, wasn't scared of chaos and darkness and decay.

He could devour her if he wanted. He could drag her down deep into that strange place of shadow and shade. He could ruin her and in turn, she would ruin him.

"Don't stop," The words were a breathy moan.

III.

Elain caught his jaw in her hand, forcing Azriel to look up at her.

“Do you want to know what I think?” She asked softly.

He looked up at her through dark lashes, hazel eyes half begging her to continue.

“I think you’re always the one in control. The one who always takes charge, and I think,” Elain murmured, tracing a finger over the hard curve of his throat, the strong line of his collarbone. “I think, for once, you don’t want to be in charge," She dragged that finger down the hard expanse of his bare chest, humming as she considered him. Beautiful, utterly fucking beautiful. “I think for once you want someone else to take control. Would you like that, Azriel?”

He only groaned.

Elain ran a thumb down his lip. “Use your words.”

“Yes.”

IV.

His hand came down hard atop her mouth just as a low, desperate moan escaped the back of her throat. Their eyes met over the ridges of his burnt fingers, and, slowly, purposefully, Azriel lifted a finger to his lips.

"I need you to be quiet for me." He whispered.

Elain liked the way he looked like this, desperate and begging. Liked the way he was absolutely determined to please her, liked his willingness to submit to her entirely. Graysen had never relinquished such control, but Azriel...

I am yours, both in body and soul.

Elain couldn't help the wicked grin that settled over her features, couldn't stop the thoughts and wants that flooded through her. She wanted him in every way there was to want someone.

Wanted to make him beg, wanted to wring her name from his lips over and over and over again. Wanted to feel the fullness of him inside her. Wanted to press burning kisses to his scarred hands, along the edges of the sunburst where Hybern's ash arrow had once been, to the very core of his soul.

"Come here."

#i love dom elain and sub az #elriel #pro elriel #elain x azriel #tss fanfic #The Seer's Stone #Seer's Stone fanfic #elrielmonth23 #surprise this is a smutty fic #elain is our here searching for a lost relic while also making the spymaster beg #that's queen behavior

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daydreaming-jessi · 10 months

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Made a cult of the lamb fic, it’s basically narinder and Shamura’s reunion, and the lamb struggling with their feelings as well :)

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl shamura #cotl narinder #cotl the one who waits #cotl lamb #narilamb #cotl relics of the old faith #fanfiction #fanfic

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mr-faxmachine · 1 year

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WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FANFIC CONTAINS RELICS OF THE OLD FAITH SPOILERS DOWN BELOW, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. ...Spoilers also in tags, be careful.

This also sets place in the Divine Hubris AU, way after the main game story is finished. so things may differ from canon.

A mother's tears: Page 1/4

Fanfic suggestion by @skeletondanc3r

Ever since his declaration as the new god of death, the lamb has endlessly bartered with the ancient entity. It has been many a year since the days he would crusade against the bishops; Fighting them to no end, he grew tiresome. He felt as if this was going nowhere, nothing new has happened since he rescued the four bishops. Heket walked up to the Lamb with a curious gaze, sitting down with him as he stared out into the distance.

"………You… look tired…" She tried her best to speak, but with a missing throat, it is rather complex. She put her hand up to her own throat, feeling a bit of pain every time she spoke. "Oh, it's nothing… nothing, really…" He was rather quiet, somber in his moment of silence. "Just that, it's-" Heket would put her finger on the Lamb's mouth, trying to shush him.

"….Shamura…….. ….. felt….. worse….." Heket would cough up some blood, refusing to speak any longer as she went back to the cult; leaving through a portal as The Lamb gathered his thoughts. "They felt worse…? What did she… nevermind, I'll just head back." He went to go through the portal, but…

"…I sense god tears, young god." The mysterious entity spoke. Curiously, the lamb went to their doorstep. "Oh, right… What will I get this time, I wonder? Another missionary necklace? An immortality necklace?" The small Lamb would give a god tear to the entity, as he closed his eyes. "…This will do, young god. Use it well." When the Lamb opened his eyes, he saw something unusual; A moon necklace?

"But… I can get this from any crusade, what does this-" He was interrupted by the entity, who spoke out unto him. "We sense you are growing dull, so we give you this charm. It is not the same as the night necklace." Perplexed, he would walk back to the portal with a bit of hesitation. Where he was greeted by a worried Kallamar. "O-oh thank the gods! You're back safe! How was the crusade, are you hurt?! Do you-"

"Save your breath for a moment, I need time to think!" The Lamb would rush inside the private quarters of his Temple, studying the peculiar charm closely. "What… is this? I've never seen a charm like this before!" Unlike the gold necklace that gives immortality, this necklace is unusual. It bares the moon, yet it seems to not have an insomnia spell attached to it… It looks too different.

After a few hours, The Lamb would come back out still puzzled. Scratching his head as he went on to do his daily duties, meeting up with Shamura who wanted to speak with him. "…What do you think this is, Shamura?" He would put it in Shamura's clutches, they look carefully at it… as if they're remembering something.

"…Well well now… this is rather unusual, I feel… familiarity… " Shamura was confused, taking a closer look at the necklace… then it hit them. "Necklaces made from sun and moon's tears, trapped souls in the depths of limbo, shed their turmoil and let them free… Sacrifice is key." Shamura suggested, which made The Lamb shiver.

"Sacrifice? Haven't I done enough of that…?" He got on his knees, about to weep from the words Shamura said. "You know what happened to Prince Cuddles, you know what happened to Allocer, AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO- To…" The lamb nearly broke down, shaking from anger and sadness at the same time, he put his hands on his eyes, Shamura started to feel the pain…

"Now now… it is not the time to mourn, my grace… Let us converse at a later date…" Shamura wiped the tears from their eyes, sniffling a bit. "You do not want to give me a migraine." Shamura then left to the temple, leaving The Lamb to his duties. He went back out to see the spider merchant Helob.

"Aaah, my number one customer! How can I help you today, yes?" He licked his lips, patting the webbed up follower. "This one doesn't look that tasty… how about I give it to you for free?" The lamb nodded, taking the follower with him. "Listen, I do not want to get attached. Here's a necklace and get in the temple." The follower shivered, walking to the center as most of the lamb's followers looked away, shivering.

Then, a giant tendril shot from the ground, grabbing the needless follower as they screamed, the lamb looking down at themselves as his fist clenched, bringing down the follower into the other dimension. All grew silent as the portal stayed open, unable to close. "W-what? What's going on? Why won't it close?" The lamb tried his best to close it, but it won't budge. He went down to check it out as the followers felt curious as well.

"…YOU WILL CONTAIN ME NO LONGER, BEAST!" A warcry yelled out, a black and white tendril erupted from the portal, with a hooded being stabbing at it with a familiar moon scepter; Slicing it in two, the mysterious figure then landed upon the floor, all of the followers shocked as the figure unhooded itself… "Back! Stay back! I will slice your belly open! I will cut that crown from your HEAD!"

"Hold on… You!?" The Lamb was shocked as he saw the little cat, Aym… his expression went from anger to tiresome after seeing Narinder. "What foul place is this? Moments ago I was… I was…" Aym then fell on his knees, his weapon falling to the ground with a few clangs… Proceeding to fall face first onto the floor as the portal closes, becoming unconscious.

A few hours later, Aym groaned as he woke up in a bed with a bandage covering his upper head. "Where… where am I…? Who… how…?" He then looked to his side, seeing some food left out as he's nestled in blankets. Narinder was standing by the door, crossing his arms with an agitated expression. "Oh, good… you're awake." He frowned, looking in the other direction. "M-master…? Did… did we fail you…?"

Aym looked sad, trying to reach for the tray. He proceeded to cough a little while he began to look at the note left for him. "I remember you. A small, adorable kit… Eat well, you need this. -S" The note read, as Narinder began to comment on the cat's constant coughing. "So I see the blasted lamb couldn't heal your breathing problem." He then walked toward Aym in his bed, sitting down in the chair.

"…Yes, Ahem… He called it "Asthma". Both me and my brother-… Where's Baal?" Aym asked, looking at Narinder's staring eyes. "And uh… your tail is showing." With this remark, Narinder was startled and blushed in embarrassment. "SHUT UP, AYM." Narinder growled as he grabbed his own tail, with a little meep coming from Aym. "O-of course, Master!" Then the lamb came in with a white-robed individual… looking familiar, Aym stared at him.

"….Hey." The Lamb smiled, relieved that Aym is doing okay. He sets Baal down on the bed, wringing some water on the cat's head. "…Brother…." Aym spoke, eating more soup as he felt more relief, seeing him next to him. "Is he… okay, Master?" Aym rubbed his head, still having a headache from the sudden drop. "….Narinder, we need to talk outside."

The two left as Aym continued to enjoy his soup, staring at his sleeping brother with a bit of worry; trying to pet him in his sleep as he considers his place in the world.

--TO BE CONTINUED--

#cotl #cult of the lamb #cotl spoilers #cotl heket #cotl baal #cotl aym #cotl narinder #cotl shamura #shamura #heket #cotl kallamar #kallamar #fanfic #relics of the old faith spoilers #relics of the old faith #divine hubris

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thebest-medicine · 7 months

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Listen. I have always been a dino kid at heart. I fucking love dinosaurs.

> so I was listening to a dino podcast and they interviewed the author of some dinosaur shapeshifter series.

> I’m like. This sounds ridiculous but I need to see if it’s on my library app.

> got the audiobook which is read by Kirt Graves who does a bunch of excellent MM romance audiobook readings

> just listened to the entire first book of the 5 book series and I honestly fucking loved it. It was like listening to a fanfiction trope romance novel but also with dinosaur animorphs.

> fucking in love with the main two characters.. went onto ao3 and there’s only 1 fic for the entire series / fandom

> I’m about to make it my problem to make more works for this because jesussususjs is the switch / teasing energy strong with these boys

> the series is called RELIC by Maz Maddox and the first book is called Smash & Grab

> for more good dinosaur related recommendations hit me up 😝

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theseasideskies · 15 days

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Still slowly getting through ROTOF and

Narinder thank you for taking like, 30 in-game days after I beat you to finally start your quest line. After I independently revived Aym and Baal already.

#cult of the lamb #relics of the old faith #being spoiled by reading fanfics endlessly probably doesn't help proper story progression

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mareebird · 4 months

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Chapter 6

A Murder Mystery, Staring Loki and Stephen Strange! Part of Artifacts and Asgardians (The Relic) Rating: Generally mature, not explicit. This one is a buddy caper.

Loki and Stephen go on a diplomatic mission to an isolated city on a tiny planet. Unfortunately, Stephen is no diplomat and Loki is sorely out of practice, and their friendship is on rocky ground. It's the worst possible time for someone to find a dead body on the beach.

Chapter 6 - The Veil

Loki forced food into his mouth, spearing an enormous slice of something reminiscent of a tomato, too big for one bite, and chewed slowly. He watched them leave. Dinner continued. He pretended that he wasn’t worried about Stephen fending for himself. (Why should he be worried, anyway? He wasn’t worried at all!) He smiled at bad jokes and ate until his plate was clean. He maintained conversation about the weather and asked about seaside life and he didn't look over his shoulder in the direction that Stephen had gone. By his last bite, his neck was stiff, and the chair beside him was still empty.

Read on Ao3

Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

With thanks to @aurorawest, Beta

**Note: I talked before about having an enormous chapter I didn't know how to split. Well, I figured it out. So there's another one in the wings for you all.

#loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #a scandal in bohara #stephen strange #sherlock holmes homage #murder mystery #caper fic #buddy fic #the relic fanfic #doctor strange #mystery #mcu #marvel

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heleneplays · 1 year

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sobbing in the club rn as i dreamt of me reading over a Relics AU i finished writing where Helene is fully aware of her role as Dr. Spillane in the story and remembers every iteration of the game where she died and came back from the start and how it affects how she treats people and her very own disposition when she reaches the 3rd book again and again and again trying to find a way to have everyone live (except for the person she can never save) and it's been more than a thousand times in a course of a thousand relived lifetimes and she is so so tired of losing, but all she has is her complex to see her loved ones alive and happy and well, here's A snip under the cut:

"If you die, i'll kill everyone in that island myself."

"Of course you will, my sweet fierce angel."

Helene closes her eyes as she lets María pull her down to the mattress, and hugs her tightly. All she wants is to hold her wife in her arms and never let go, to bundle her up in the bedsheets and hide her away from the rest of the world.

But she can't. Much as she tried, this was inevitable.

"I love you, Helene." María sighs, and Helene feels her grip tighten. "It was so hard for me to say it, but now I never want to say anything else ever again. In case, in case I never—"

"I love you too, María. Always, forever." She cuts her off, knowing what comes next. She's heard her beloved say it more than a hundred times, in more than a thousand lifetimes.

"Always?"

"In this life, and across more than a thousand lifetimes. It was always you, María. It's always going to be you."

Helene feels tears flow down her face, which María wipes ever so gently, before pressing a kiss over them.

No more words are said, as they bask in their closeness and warmth.

Whatever awaits them in the island is only a hell Helene is half familiar with; but carrying María's love against her tender heart, she hopes that they both make it through the trials ahead. No, she NEEDS María to make it ahead.

She has worked hard enough to fail now, and she doesn't think her heart can ever take another blow.

I love you.

Now. Always. Forever.

#SHAKING SOBBING CRYING #THROWING UP ETC ETC #relics of the lost age #relics series #relics series my beloved #relics mc #helene spillane #maría garcía pérez #maría garcía pérez my beloved #my fic #fanfic #lee writes #lee writes stuff #lee makes stuff #post sponsored by my dreams #dream.txt #insp

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ladykf-writes · 5 months

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Find the Word Tag

Tagged by @case-of-traxits for this interesting word hunt through my fics. I'm trying to do a different fic for each! And I'm tagging @thegeeksqueaks | @vorpalgirl | @wandererriha | @yuzukimist

Rules: Search your writing for the following words, and post an excerpt containing them. Your words are the following: light, hope, alive and feeling, or some derivative like "lights" or "hopeful" --- tag me if you do these, folks!

My words were: blood, soft, feather, and sunlight. I've mentioned the chapter and linked to the fic each is from as well as the fic's status. (If you're interested in the WIPs... let me know. It's really, really appreciated.)

Blood

She struck at him, blow after whirling blow, almost too fast to follow. Almost too fast to block. Definitely too fast to reclaim the offensive.

And like an absolute idiot rookie, he went down. Tripped, of all things, and landed on his ass.

Rosso was on him in a breath with a vicious, bloodthirsty grin as she pointed her weapon at his chest. "And now, SOLDIER, you die and I will live on. I will -"

Maybe Benji should have been more brutal, in his desperation. But instead he was reckless.

He grabbed her weapon with both hands, felt the bite of metal into his palms, and offered a positively wicked grin because he had nothing left to lose.

The force of the Thundaga that he released in her split second of baffled shock threw her like a rag doll and sent Benji crashing back into a building. Her weapon went flying off somewhere, but he didn't care because she didn't get back up.

Benji managed a wheezing laugh, licking blood off his lips and tasting copper as he coughed. He got to his feet with bullheaded stubbornness, and made his way over to her still body. After a moment, he rolled her over, and hummed as he saw her chest rise shallowly. Just unconscious, then. Nice.

"Gloating is a terrible habit," he muttered, keying his mic. "Rosso is down. I repeat, Rosso the Crimson is down."

From CH 62, Nothing To Lose: Dog Whistle - a canon divergent FFVII fixit [Incomplete]

Soft

“And you said Shield Amicitia was the one who took you on, right?” Prompto asked. “When you first got in with them.”

“Adopted me like a feral stray,” Cor said dryly.

“Did you bite him?” Prompto asked, mostly teasing.

Then Cor did that ‘trying not to smile’ twitchy thing with his lips, blue eyes gleaming, and Prompto gasped.

“You bit Shield Amicitia?” He said, yet again both scandalized and delighted. Cor was really good at getting that particular response.

“I said no such thing,” Cor defended.

“Your eyes said you did,” Prompto retorted, grinning. “Oh my gods, you bit him? What did he do?”

“If I bit Clarus, I assure you he would have deserved it,” Cor said. “And taken it as his due for being a jerk in the first place.”

Prompto cackled, sinking into a chair. “Oh my gods, Cor, you are impossible.”

Cor finally let himself smile a little, soft and unaccountably fond as he watched Prompto cackling. “Do I amuse you?”

“So much,” Prompto said, wiping his eyes. “Oh man. You’re something, you know that?”

“I may have been told that on occasion,” he said, still clearly amused.

Which, fair - that made two of them. “You’re crazy, but I really appreciate that about you.”

Cor chuckled softly. “Mmh… thank you, I think.”

“Definitely,” he said, laughing one last time before getting himself under control. It was weird how comfortable he’d gotten with Cor. He didn’t feel like a stranger anymore. He was… well, he was treating him like a friend, because he felt like it. He still couldn’t picture being ‘friends’ with the Immortal Marshal of the Crownsguard but… Cor, like this, smiling and joking and softening those hard edges… yeah. Yeah, he could see himself being friends with Cor.

CH 7: Returning the Favor, A Place to Call Home - a FFXV gift / exchange fic from 2021, pre-canon Dad!Cor and Prompto [Complete]

Feather

Hojo stared at him a long moment over the rims of his glasses. "How you ever made it to First Class, let alone cultivated a reputation for being level headed and intelligent is beyond my understanding. I admit, I didn't think you or Rhapsodos should have ever been allowed to enter the SOLDIER program. I still think it was a foolish mistake as this debacle proves, but the problem here is not that you are some sort of abomination. What's wrong with you, Hewley, is that you are entirely too human."

Angeal stared back in disbelief. "Too human? Have you even looked at-"

"I have been looking at the literal design of your being for days, Hewley, so kindly shut up and let the person who knows what they're talking about talk," he interrupted, glaring at him. "Your mother was injected with Jenova cells well before your conception, and you would have inherited them along with her own natural genes in a much more complete way than Rhapsodos had. They tied into your genome thoroughly enough that you could have been promoted through Second Class with no ill effects, but the higher doses of mako required to become a First Class SOLDIER were too stimulating; it immediately began to awaken those genes to higher activity, priming you to be responsive to Genesis' manipulations."

"I don't believe he did this to me on purpose," he insisted, though the arguments the professor made left him a bit wide eyed and shaken. He didn't dare look at Zack, and a quick look at Sephiroth's too still posture kept him from a second glance. "He's lost a lot of himself, but he wouldn't do that. Not to me."

"Why not? You're far more sane than he is and you turned on your so-called friends without hesitation." Hojo was merciless with his honesty. "Is he really the better man? Is there even such a thing? You're both human. The nature of humanity is to betray others to protect themselves, it has been since the beginning of its existence. I'm honestly not sure why you keep holding it up as something to aspire to."

What was he supposed to say to that? Angeal swallowed hard, but it didn't get rid of the tightness in his throat, and no amount of blinking rid his eyes of their burn.

Hojo shook his head with a dismissive sound, turning back to the computer. "What's the human genome but a long line of advantageous mutations that have been adapted over millennia? Not, mind you, that Hollander has provided you with anything of the sort. But it's the principle of the thing in that this is nothing new, and we would all benefit from you realizing that this really doesn't make you special. You're a grown man and a SOLDIER First Class; it's about time you get over your identity crisis and realize nothing has actually changed beyond you now knowing more of your genetic history. You're the same man you were before you clued into that fact, quit being such a child about it."

Angeal made a little strangled sound, shaking his head and shaking his wings out. He followed the path of a pair of stray feathers, noting numbly when Hojo took another in gloved fingertips to set aside. "But…"

"But nothing. I'm not going to put up with your excuses." Hojo crossed over to his side table, snapping his fingers. "Get a tech in here. We need to draw a few samples and get actual testing going since there's clearly not going to be any further narratives for now."

CH 16, Too Human, To Be Human - an older but well loved FFVII FIx-It [Complete!]

Sunlight

The massive gate leading out of town gave way almost immediately to an old, untamed forest that stretched out as far as the eye could see. Admittedly, it was hard to be sure how far that was, when looking through a heavily wooded area. Several paths branched off, but Mint took off down one without the slightest hesitation, so he followed her. Hopefully she knew where she was going.

The forest was thick with trees, sunlight streaming down through the canopy to rich, dark earth under their feet that had been worn and packed from people walking the path. It was decidedly peaceful, comfortable, with an easy breeze that rustled the leaves above and the foliage below. Somewhere in the distance, quiet birdsong could be heard.

Of course, like most forests, there were dangers amid the deceptive peacefulness. They came upon a group of Pollywogs, more of a nuisance than an actual threat even in a group. They bobbed through the air in silence, their fat yellow bodies showing up clearly against the backdrop of greens and brown. As soon as they spotted Mint and Rue, they came over with a burst of speed, lavender head tails whipping behind them as they snapped their jaws in an attempt at menacing. Mint didn't even bother to raise her hoops, making a sharp gesture instead and sending out a spray of energy. Balls of golden light shot through the air, impacting into the monsters and taking several down in the first shot. Only one of them had the presence of mind to evade the attack, but when it swerved it went directly into range of Rue's Arc Edge. A single powerful slash downward and the final Pollywog hit the dirt with a soft thud.

From CH 6, A Fortunate Encounter: Dewprism: Journey to the [Relic] - a Threads of Fate semi-novelization [On hiatus]

#askbox games #prompts #dash games #my work #dog whistle #a place to call home #to be human #dewprism: journey to the [relic]#ff7 #ff15 #threads of fate #dewprism #fanfic #ff7 fanfic #ffxv fanfic #dewprism fanfic

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|Lady of Death & Shadows|

SUMMARY: Sebastian Sallow x MC. Snippets filling in between the final Shadow Quest Line Events:

1. Shadow of the Relic POV

2. Battle Against Rookwood POV

3. Smut at the end, desperate and probably not appropriate for what they all just went through - but I feel no shame because I am a heathen. Fueled by Linkin Park and playing with a more detailed storyline than the game provided, with a few changes of course.

***SPOILER WARNING***

Theo was tired. So tired.

Her mind was still swirling from everything from everything that could have possibly happened in just 24 hours.

Solomon. The catacomb….Rookwood.

She couldn’t comprehend the damage that had been done. She just knew one thing.

It was all a fucking mess.

Earlier that day:

She had woken with a start this morning in the Room of Requirements, covered in sweat and shooting a litany of expletives having found herself unwittingly dropped off there. Mainly;

“Sebastian Sallow you heedless, bastard.”

But she had seen that ring. The small token that had been left by a ghost, screaming as a reminder of all the things that had still remained unspoken, and promises left in his wake.

She knew what he had meant it as. A good bye. But she hadn’t accepted that. Wouldn’t accept it.

No, it simply wouldn’t do.

It wouldn’t do later that day when she received the letter from Ominis begging her to meet him and Anne at the catacombs.

It wouldn’t do as the three of them argued about what to do next, waisting precious time. Anne crying, and Ominis desperate to comofort her. His tortured glances over Anne’s head as he held her were directed at Theo. They spoke louder than words;

“YOU were supposed to have stopped him from going this far.”

But she had known long ago, that wherever Sebastian was going to go, she would be just as heedless and follow.

Because she would not accept a goodbye from him.

She charged into the catacombs, burning a tunnel of flame that scorched the earth, littering the Inferi in it’s wake. She followed the trail of decaying bodies like breadcrumbs.

Then there he was. Sebastian. Her fool. Surrounded by death itself.

Any traces of apologies were gone from him - eyes set in determination as he commanded the Inferi around him.

He didn’t see her approach, nor hear the crunch of her boots on the bone staircase - because his focus was on the ex-auror who had just apparated with a look of death in his eyes. Solomon.

It all happened so quick - the first shot that was fired. She saw the look in Solomon’s eyes and she knew. There was no recognition of Sebastian as his nephew. There was no recognition of his desire to help his sister.

There was simply the haunted past of an ex auror taking over, and determined to kill the threat in front of him. His wand made such decisive and cutting movements towards Sebastian’s direction - that she watched as the first cast almost caught him off guard. Sebastian who was never caught off guard, was slowly realizing that his Uncle cast to kill.

Theo would not have that either.

A cry ripped from her, her wand arm moving in a frenzied way she had never felt before. It was as if the ancient magic was crawling, taking over her, erupting and forcing her arm to move in relentless cast after cast in Solomon’s direction to get him away from Sebastian, or to kill him - whatever came first.

The onslaught of her attack had Solomon reeling, Sebastian’s eyes met hers as he looked over his shoulder. He gave her a pained look as if he’d been hoping she wouldn’t have found him. They begged a question,

Why?

Her eyes burned in answer.

I will always come.

Together they parried shot after shot.

Theo wouldn’t use her ancient magic. She wouldn’t waste it on him. She’d take her time… but Solomon, realizing his loosing battle, would not be so merciful with his tactics.

The lighting cast he summoned upon her hit her with such strength that it threw her body against the wall with such force, she heard bones crack.

And so did Sebastian.

His eyes widened in panic at the sound of it, and then darkened with malice as he turned back towards Solomon.

Catching his eye, the man smiled darkly as he dealt a blow that would destroy Sebastian’s soul more than anything he could have done to his body.

With one decisive wand movement, Solomon engulfed the triptych, and anything Sebastian had that could have potentially saved Anne. It all went up in flames.

Another way Solomon ensured Sebastian would never succeed. Because if he did, it would take away Solomon’s only shred of power he had left. He would rather they all suffer for the sake of it.

And Sebastian had officially let him take the last act he ever would, putting those he loved in danger.

Theo felt it coming before she heard Sebastian utter the words, poising his wand arm towards the man in question.

I WILL NOT LET HER SUFFER. AVADA KEDAVRA.

Too many had suffered at Solomon’s hands. And now they never would again.

His body was cold before it even hit the floor.

In the green flash, Theo could only watch as her mind reminded her that Death had followed her yet again.As if she summoned it wherever she went.

Her mind flashed to the night her parent’s died.

Then to the dragon attack.

And now - as if death had forced Sebastian’s own hands herself, Solomon’s lifeless body staring up at nothing.

The halls echoed at the sound of Sebastian’s heavy breathing, his wand dropping against the floor.

Then before any of them could process what had happened, there she was.

Anne.

Theo watched in pain for both of them…the way Anne’s face crumple as she looked at her brother like she suddenly had no sense of who he was…the twin she had been linked to since before she was born. The one person she had shared everything with was….now…now a stranger to her. She had lost the other half of her.

And now so had he.

The heat of her Confringo blast erupted in the room like nothing Theo had ever seen, destroying everything that had led them to this moment - the spell book, the inferi…the last shred of hope in Sebastian’s eyes as he watched her disintegrate it all.

“ANNE - PLEASE NO- “

His pleas fell on deaf ears. When she finally looked back to him, her voice was cold and indifferent.

“You’ve made your choice.”

And then she was gone.

Before the Wiggenweld had fully repaired what must have been a few broken ribs, Theo was struggling to right herself up.

“Sebastian.”

She called his name to him, repeated it to get him to come back to her. He didn’t.

Her anguished words didn’t reach him. His breath hitched as he wordlessly ran from the cave.

She forced her body to move after him, slowly beginning to move faster and faster as the pain faded and the Wiggenweld worked to repair what it could repair.

He kept moving though, no matter the countless times she called his name. He ran until the ice of the winter air hit him, staring out into the abyss of the valley as he willed air into his lungs.

Finally reaching, Theo stood behind him. No matter what, she always would.

For moment, the only sounds were their heaving breaths.

“You didn’t mean it.” She whispered. She had killed so many times before this. Before him. She knew death’s face, having seen it all too often herself.

Sebastian’s mouth slowly formed words.

“Didn’t I?” He swallowed as he recited his previous instruction to her in the Scriptorium. “‘The intention must be clear’.”

She didn’t respond to this. Sebastian continued.

“I’ve lost my parents. I’m going to loose Anne…this was the last hope I had.” He said, devoid of all emotion in the stark realization of it.

“No. You forgot about me.”

Theo’s voice edged into his awareness. He winced.

“I thought we agreed we weren’t going to do that.” He breathed.

She steeled herself.

“We agreed to do what it took to save Anne. This changes nothing. If anything, Solomon deserved it. I saw the way he was looking at you Sebastian. If you hadn’t killed him, he would have killed you.”

The anger fueled her, she stood in front of him, forcing him to meet her gaze.

There was no absolving what had happened, despite the truths she knew about Seb and Anne’s Uncle.

There was only making sure it had all been worth it.

“Listen to me. In the final Keeper’s trial, I …I learned about an ancient wand that can harness my powers…almost amplify it. Fig wanted me to use it to defend the ancient magic reserve in the school…but first maybe we can use it to help Anne. Maybe it’s strong enough to remove the curse, like Isadora removed the pain. Maybe I can…somehow manipulate her technique.”

He considered her, barely daring to breathe. She pressed harder.

“Let me do it. Let me try. But I’m going to need to know every spell incase something goes wrong. Teach me the last curse. We do this together.”

Vaguely, Sebastian felt himself nod. He wasn’t sure if his body was even moving at it’s own volition at this point. He simply nodded, as he turned towards his lady of death to teach her how to finally command it herself.

There was blood all over her. Again. Her eyes were wide as her chest heaved, standing in the ruins of what had been Rookwood’s camp just moments ago.

She looked at his lifeless body on the ground, her mind wheeling. Her mouth set in a deeper grimace, she hit him with another blast from her wand again just to make sure he was dead.

Our interests will NEVER be aligned.

I always said…children should be seen and not heard.

He had cursed Anne. It had been him all along. The moment those words fell from his lips, they fell like his own death sentence. And she would ensure that it would be by her hands.

She would claim that retribution. For Anne.

For Sebastian. So he could be spared from yet another murder on his hands.

Instead, it was in her waiting ones now.

She didn’t have time to think how it had taken her hardly any time at all to use all of the unforgivable curses Sebastian had taught her. And he had taught her well.

She had to get back to him. He had to know the truth.

As her broom sped towards the castle, a chill deeper than the winter cold settled on her skin, raising goosebumps on the back of her neck. Darkness enveloped the night, turning it an impossible shade of black.

Her breath caught, as she neared the permitter of the grounds realizing what it was that brought the sudden drop in temperature.

Dementors.

The specters descended on her instantly, at the same time her wand was drawn, she shouted in desperation.

“EXPECTO PATRONUM”

The darkness of the sky was ignited by the bright wings of the falcon that spread further and further at her back, shielding her from their approach. But she didn’t look back. She sped further. The dementors being here could only mean one thing…the ministry had heard an ex-auror had been taken out somehow.

She didn’t know if the meant anyone knew about Sebastian being the one at fault…but she needed to find out.

Please okay, please be okay.

Her eyes set upon the room of requirement as she found a landing near the astronomy tower and sprinted towards the hall in question, erupting through it’s hidden doors.

“SEBASTIAN”

Her voice was strangled, panicked.

Then there he was.

His eyes met hers as he emerged from the vivarium, looking at the state she was in, the blood that covered her - the fear in both their eyes.

But he was alright.

She cried out, “Thank Merlin.”

She sprinted and crashed into him, ramming him against the wall as she held on, and he held tighter, against all odds.

“Fuck.” Her words loosed out of her, their broken breaths mingling together.

“I’m here Theo. I’m okay. You’re okay? We’re okay.” His fingers stumbled into her hair, grabbing her against him as he chest heaved. The words that shook in fear against her hair line, half in promise to her and half to himself. Her…her hair was laced with ice….

“Theo - gods your cold as ice…what happened?” He immediately began to rub his hands alongside her in feeble attempts to warm her, to take his body heat.

She fell to her knees, shaking as he caught her, going down with her and refusing to put her down. She crumbled against him.

“I thought they fucking got you - you idiot. I …” He pulled back to brush her hair aside.

“Sh..shh. Theo slow down. What do you mean? Who? Who got me?”

She stuttered “The dementors - Rookwood- I..”

His eyes widened.

“Rookwood?” His eyes darted to the blood on her clothes. “Theo did he - gods the blood is it-?”

“Not mine.” She confirmed. “It’s his. I killed him. I killed all of them.”

His eyes widened as his brows knitted together in pain. He squeezed them shut in regret. He had given her the final unforgivable. He was taking her down with him.

“Gods…Theo. I …I didn’t want this for you- “

“It’s what I wanted Sebastian. My intention was as fucking clear as it could be when I took his life. He …it was him. He cursed Anne.”

Sebastian froze again.

“He…Theo. What?”

“He told me…children should be seen and not heard. I wasn’t going to let him live.”

Sebastian cursed as he gasped out, pulling her to him again with more force, visibly shaking now.

“I…I don’t know what to say. I’m glad you killed him. I can’t believe it was -“ He pulled back, and caught her face pulling her towards him, kissing her with such reverence, his eyes lined with grief and awe as he looked at her again.

“You did it. You took him out. You’re fucking magnificent Theodora.”

Vaguely in her head, she noted that it was yet another death that made the look of love shine brighter in his eyes now.

But he was safe. And that was all that mattered. It reminded her.

She held up her hand weakly. “Ever since this morning I thought you meant this as a goodbye.” The words rushed out of her, the fear in the question she was asking him.

His eyes softened in their worry, as he thumbed the black ring on her hand. “…I didn’t know if it would be. I didn’t want to leave you without…some part of me to take with you always, even when I can’t be there to look out for you.” He answered truthfully.

Her breath hitched again at the thought of it. To have lost one more person today. Her body couldn’t handle it.

“You’re a fool.”

At the same time he breathed out

“I love you.”

The two most interchangeable of their words, yet now he wouldn’t do that. He couldn’t. He needed them said out loud to her. She froze as she looked up at his haunted eyes.

“I love you. And I need you to hear it. Because earlier today, I thought I’d never get to say it to you myself again.”

All of the things she had seen this year caught up to her, crashing down upon her in one fell swoop.

“You’ll say it to me as long as we live, if I have any say about it Sallow.”

Her words choked suddenly in her throat as they held each other, frantic breaths and eyes searching as he held her in his lap, thankful the wall was behind him to hold him steady. His murderous, and relentless charge burning in front of him with those words she promised him. What they could mean for them.

“I’ll fight for that future, Theo. I’ll fight for it whatever lay ahead.”

Then she whimpered weakly as his mouth crushed against hers hungrily.

Death had lingered too closely to them lately. She didn’t want it. She wanted to feel so alive she was consumed by it. By him.

Her hands shook as they grabbed into the folds of his shirt, tearing it up above his head as he lifted his arms in earnest at her movements. His own hands, once released, ripped at her blouse - the thing already half torn was in complete tatters as he chucked it across the floor. His hands instantly all over her skin, one snaking around her lower waist and the other continuing as the rest of her clothing came off.

For leverage, he had to turn her against the floor, she sighed as the coolness of the stone floor kissed her scarred back.

There was barely time to pause at the change in position before her own hands shimmied down the trousers. He moved to accommodate her, but she tugged him back earnestly needing the weight of him between her hips.

Kisses planted everywhere, each one a reminder to her that he was so thankful for what she had done, that she was reverent to him, and always would be.

“Merlin - Devlin …I’ll never stop worshiping you.”

She gasped out, taking his lower lip in her teeth as a hiss snaked from his own mouth, eyes rolling back in his head. Her own hands fisted in his curls, holding onto him like she’d never let him go. They both pulled back for air, her gray eyes piercing him.

“No goodbyes. Not to this. Not to us.” She demanded. “Promise that to me. I’ll wear your ring. But not for that. Promise me Sallow - no goodbyes.”

He nodded against her forehead, smoothing the hair from her face. “No goodbyes.” He promised, breathy and full of need.

Suddenly, she arched her hips into him, just as he met her demand with his own, needing the space between them to be fucking nonexistent. The tip of his head inched her open bit by bit, she threw her head back with a strangled sigh.

There was going to be no gentleness here. She knew and he knew. It wasn’t what they needed now. What they needed was to burn from the ground up.

Instantly, his movements were desperate. The force of his thrust inched her across the stone floor, so he wrapped a hand on her lower back to still her, bracing another at her head, their broken breaths mingling as they took what they needed.

Her legs wrapped around him as he pummeled into her very core, she could feel her slickness entirely out of control as it enveloped his movements inside of her, and began to cause a mess between their legs. She didn’t care. It was all for him. It always had been.

“Fuck - Seb - I’m so-“

“You’re so perfect. That’s what you are Devlin.” He ground out against her mouth, taking it in all consuming kisses.

He ground his hips deeper and deeper as he breathed more words into her mouth, “You are perfect. You are salvation. You are death. You are fucking life. You are everything. You’re all of it.”

She cried out, her nails adding more scars down his freckled back, tears swimming in the corners of her vision as he sent her body into overdrive, his cock throbbing inside of her, his reverent exclamations on her lips. She didn’t know how much longer she could handle it. She felt herself clenching.

“Seb - I-“

“I’ve got you. Go ahead, love. I’ve got you..’ He continued to hold her as he rocked her through her orgasm, as she shuddered over and over against him.

The look of her coming apart under him had his body reeling, all limit gone. He sputtered into her, hands buried into her hips as he rolled and took his release, gasping out and collapsing against her.

It had been hurried. It had been frantic. It had been a reminder that they were both, indeed, still alive.

He took her in his arms, as they trembled. Neither of them knowing what would come for them. But it didn’t matter. She was his lady of destruction and salvation. He meant what he’d said.

Whatever future waited for them, he’d fight like hell for it.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian sallow x mc #shadow of the relic #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #fanfic #i'll probably edit this 100 times after finding more typos...sigh #theo devlin

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