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happy hentaiween | m.

Fear is a powerful aphrodisiac, and October is the season of fear. The dark season. The season of desire.

In October, we toy with the semantics of the monster waiting under our bed to claim us. What does it want with us? Will it be delicious? Will we be delicious in the back of its mouth. In October, we consider the curiosity of the alien, and his probing, searching eyes. When he takes us, will will bind ourselves to him, giving life, and liver and womb without question or hesitation? In October, sympathy for the devil and his demons comes easily and as sweetly as a candy apple to the tongue. Does sin have any room to germinate where there is no light? October makes room for spellbinding, for magic, for complete surrender to the monster living deep within the forest. How easily we will spread ourselves, give over to the limits of our bodies just to ache and hunger with wildfire in our blood.

Welcome to A Hentai Halloween! A collaborative event between a set of truly wonderful authors in celebration of all weebs, monster fuckers, and tentacle lovers hosted by yours truly!

notice: all fics contain smut. minors dni.

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⁂ binding vow

⤑ pairing: king of curses!namjoon x jujutsu sorcerer!reader ⤑ genre: smut ⤑ tropes: dark fantasy. reincarnation. jujutsu kaisen au.

❝ During the Heian Era, long before he was known as the King of Curses, you were Namjoon's lover, only to be parted by death at the hands of a Curse. Now, it's the modern era, and you, a Jujutsu Sorcerer, have been captured by Curses in an offering to the very King you had once loved. ❞

⏤ Category: Hentai ; As Animated by @jamaisjoons

➵ Coming Soon

⁂ tormented

⤑ pairing: researcher!seokjin x monstress!reader ⤑ genre: smut ⤑ tropes: supernatural. native folklore. e2l.

❝ Seokjin has a terrifying memory from his younger days that has easily shaped him into the man he’s become, and fuelled his desire for all accomplishments thus far. Watching your mother be eaten alive by a monster tends to have a lasting, psychological effect like that. Now a full-time Folklorist, with a PhD in Mythology, Masters in Cultural Anthropology, and a time consuming side-hobby as a Supernatural Investigator, his research has led him into the wilderness surrounding the Black Water Lakes, where he’s determined this monster resides in its hidden habitat. Determined to reveal new discoveries to the world, to prove his insanity is anything but, Jin finds himself hot on the trail of something that haunts his inner child, and yet ignites an unusual fire deep inside him. ❞

⏤ Category: Monster Girls ; As Animated by @kookdiaries

➵ Coming Soon

⁂ can’t deny your appetite

⤑ pairing: dream whisperer!yoongi x dream walker!reader ⤑ genre: smut ⤑ tropes: supernatural. e2l. sleep paralysis demon.

❝ In the entirety of your existence as a Dream Walker, traveling through people's dreams and feeding on their subconscious fears, you had only heard tales about the Dream Whisperer – a creature that granted humans erotic dreams, taking them away from the fear that you survived on – and had never actually encountered him. But tonight, when the said monster physically appears between you and your food, you might end up feeding on more than you were prepared for. ❞

⏤ Category: Demons ; As Animated by @jimilter

➵ Coming Soon

⁂ brood mare

⤑ pairing: alien!hoseok x human!Reader ⤑ genre: smut ⤑ tropes: sci fi. alien abduction. alien experimentation.

❝ The ship arrived three days after your birthday, an eerie blot in the sky that grew larger and larger until it sought to outshine the sun. It is the lack of change beyond this that had you, and everyone else around the globe, unsettled but after months of its looming presence you are starting to feel curious about it. You are even comforted by it. Still, there is no change. Except, sometimes in the morning you feel as though you have lost something. And, sometimes in the evening, you feel as though you are waiting for something. And, most times, you are certain there is something standing in the shadows, watching and waiting and departing the moment you try to focus on it. Perhaps there is change: a change in you. A change in the way you want it. And a change in the way you want it to want you back. ❞

⏤ Category: Aliens ; As Animated by @yeoldontknow

➵ Coming Soon

⁂ beware the jabbercock

⤑ pairing: jabberwocky shifter!jimin x ace of hearts!reader ⤑ genre: smut ⤑ tropes: shifters. royalty. alice in wonderland au.

❝ As the Ace of Hearts, you are next in line for the throne after your cousin the Queen of Hearts. Her consort Jack however wants you out of the picture and banishes you to the Wonderland wilderness where the terrifying Jabberwocky lives, a horrifying creature responsible for a slew of card deck townspeople deaths.

Within the mysterious depths of the Wonderland forest you find the Jabberwocky, and as you fall under his spell you realise how he was so easily able to capture and defeat so many of your people. ❞

⏤ Category: Hybrids/Shifters ; As Animated by @opaljm

➵ Coming Soon

⁂ lurking in the dark

⤑ pairing: bogeyman!taehyung x curvy!reader ⤑ genre: smut ⤑ tropes: monsters. s2l. pwp.

❝ Don’t look! It’s best to stay tucked under your covers. Folktales warn against acknowledging him. It only strengthens his power. Yet, he is all you want to think about. ❞

⏤ Category: Monster ; As Animated by @inkedtae

➵ Coming Soon

⁂ fresh out of hell

⤑ pairing: demon monster!jungkook x med student!reader ⤑ genre: angst ∴ smut ⤑ tropes: forbidden love. horror. death race au.

❝ Jungkook was sentenced to life for a crime he didn’t commit. When the opportunity to earn his freedom again presented itself, he went for it. However, just like the victory, his life was snatched by the vile humans that put him in that awful place to begin with.

After rising from the grave, Jungkook has one mission. Take what’s rightfully his along with what his worst enemy loves the most. Although, the latter might be easier to grab than the former. ❞

⏤ Category: Demons ; As Animated by @sugakookitty

➵ Coming Soon

The shadows grow long in October, a bottomless black that swallows everything it touches. Trepidation comes easily, lurks behind every corner, watching and waiting, a feeling you cannot shake. And lust has never been shaken from the binds of our bones, it lurks, it watches it waits. What was once a friendly, well-lit street becomes an endless expanse of bleak possibility. What was once a friendly fable becomes a warning, a promise, an ode to regret and an ode to an unexpected metamorphosis. Desire transmutes the street corner your old neighbour once occupied, full now with difference, with longing, with a yearning close to obsession the moment a charming, new face stands at its threshold. The air tastes different in October, ripe with unexplained cravings.

We were taught never to speak about the dark desires that remain unsatisfied when the sun is out. But in October, when the moon is high, and the darkness is alive, we've decided to tell you everything we've ever wanted.

And none of us will be the same when we are done.

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random-introverted-blog · 5 months

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Deny Me Not Your Heart [Selunite!Shadowheart x F!Tav]

Intended Audience: Mature and up [Like that stops anyone]

Who be smoochin? : Shadowheart x F!Tav [can't write M!Tav even if you threatened my bloodline and I don't trust myself to maintain Gn!Tav] Really it's Durge but it's like, one singular reference.

Warnings: Remember the drabble idea where I said let them cook in the suffer-sauce for longer than a day and half a minute?, sad angst with a happy ending [I don't read fics to feel sad after either], lots of blood, description of injuries, lots of literal praying...

Word Count: 2,729 baebeee

Up, up and awayyyy

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Just one more day. One more evening and they wouldn't need these tents anymore. No more roughing it in the wilderness. There would be warmth and beds. Tonight was the last night they would need to scavenge or hunt for food.

So why did Shadowheart feel so uneasy?

Tav had become an excellent hunter for the small rogue she was. It had become a point of pride for her, so much so she had denied all offers of help. Again. Gale had offered to prepare a filling meal with the abundant supplies they had left over (their leader was somewhat of a food hoarder), but Tav had refused the offer as well. Insistent that they have a fresh meal to celebrate the occasion. They had survived the long journey to Baldur's Gate after all, and Shadowheart herself had turned her sights to a brighter future. Of course, there was plenty of reason to be excited.

She just wished she could have spent it with some wine and the woman she... cared for. Deeply.

Gods, she was foolish. They had quite the rapport, had been through so much and still she struggled to admit to herself the depth of her feelings. She had devoted so much of her heart to Shar. To the exclusion of all else, and nearly lost Tav because of it. It was a miracle that she accepted her feelings outside the mausoleum that night after the way she had brushed the rogue off for so long... Perhaps when they arrive in the Gate. Or maybe it would be best told after they defeat the brain?

"I don't like this" Wyll abruptly broke the silence, rising from the log they dragged in front of the fire. "It's been too long, she should have returned by now." He said, turning back toward his tent to gather his equipment.

Karlach rose to meet him. "I'll come with. Three eyes are better than one, eh?" Flashing that toothy grin that Wyll couldn't help but smile at.

Shadowheart was about to join them before he held up his hand. "It may be best you wait here in case she comes back, lest she see you missing and charge out after you." With a small smile.

Karlach gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze and went for her equipment as well. Then the two disappeared into the darkness. She wrung her fingers and watched the flames lick at the wood before she thought better of herself and left for her tent. Anxiously sitting around did no one any favors, did it?

Time passed painfully slow from that moment on. There was no way something could have happened to Tav. From the way she could playfully sneak up on her in the evenings, her precise aim with her shortbow, that silver tongue, it was hard to fathom a situation their formidable leader couldn't handle. So long as it didn't involve cheese.

For reasons no one was privy to.

However much time has actually passed, she couldn't say. But that wasn't her concern.

The frantic shouting of two familiar voices was.

Karlach came barreling forward from the brush as Shadowheart stepped from her tent, followed by Wyll not long after. Both their eyes darting around camp. As soon as they met her eyes, Karlach set down a blood drenched, barely recognizable Tav on a bedroll Wyll had just laid out. "We found her like this! A wolf was sniffing around, but that was it!" The tiefling panted, stepping away to allow the cleric room to work.

Shadowheart urgently dove to her side and took in the situation. It was difficult to tell with all the blood, there were wounds all long her torso that left her leather armor in tattered ruins, a deep wound that nearly hid itself in her hairline if not for the blood pouring from it. But the most concerning was the dark, almost black looking blood from her waist that was staining the bedroll. "Hells below, what happened to you?" She breathed, hating the shudder in her voice as she easily tore open the now-worthless armor and channeled her magic and eased her hands on the body.

So much colder than she's ever felt it before.

Tav's chest was barely rising, the only indication she was clinging to life, if only by a thread. Somehow. "We tried potions, they just... stalled it." Wyll explained somberly.

"I'm healing what I can, but not fast enough. " Shadowheart hurried the words before shouting over her shoulder "Gale!" She bit her lip and turned back to Tav, finding some semblance of relief when some wounds on her chest finally stopped bleeding.

A figure knelt down beside Tav, opposite Shadowheart. Laying radiant hands on the bloody body as well. "Two healers are better than one, no?"

Her eyes shot up to meet the warm ones of Isobel. Who flashed her a small, reassuring smile and turned her attention to Tav. "Lady Selûne, in your silver light, I beseech your grace. Heal the wounds that afflict Tav, restore strength, and bring solace to their spirit. By your celestial touch, may pain fade, and well-being be renewed. Selûne, guide my hands in this sacred act..." The prayer would normally have made Shadowhearts' blood boil, but gods, she would pray to Shar again if it meant keeping Tav beside her.

She took a deep breath, guiding her own healing along Tav's body, and heaved it from her chest. "Moonw—Selûne, please... Bring her back to me."

Between hers and Isobel's hands, and the somber audience surrounding them, their healing could only go so far before both clerics' hands burned and stung from the magic they funneled well beyond their own limits.

But it had paid off. Tav's heart was beating a steady, though faint, rhythm. They would need bandages to protect some wounds they couldn't quite heal... but Tav was alive.

And unconscious.

With careful arms, Shadowheart lifted the rogue into her arms and gingerly carried her into her own tent. What she said to the others, she can't recall. It wasn't important, anyway. She sat beside her all night, sleepless. Her thumb occasionally tracing around the wound on her head.

Morning came, and Tav showed no signs of waking. She had hardly stirred at all, only her breathing kept Shadowheart's own heart calm. The group decided to wait another day before discussing anything further. It was only when evening came along, when Isobel offered to keep watch over her, that Shadowheart at last departed her lover's tent in search of a meal. As odd as the notion was, to trust a Selûnite...

To keep herself occupied, and to express her... gratitude to Selûne for her grace. Shadowheart took a knife to her hair, coloring it white with some dye she had asked Isobel for.

Compliments the next morning did little to soothe her anxious heart as she set eyes on Tav. Isobel had just changed her bandages when she noticed the former Sharran.

She only had to shake her head.

It took some planning and plenty of coordination, but they had procured a small wooden wagon from a grave tender's shed nearby. And as much as it made Shadowheart grimace seeing her very much alive lover laid on a device that had carried corpses, it was better than leaving her behind.

After the first ten or so odd stares they had gotten from passerby when they wheeled Tav through Baldur's Gate, Shadowheart gave up glaring at them. They had to fend off some shapeshifter from threatening some "blood-kin" she was going off about, narrowly avoided clowns from a nearby circus and she shoo'd off some overly insistent cheese merchant peddling his goods. Shadowheart only spent the last of her energy charming and playing the guard at the drawbridge. Shedding a few tears as she spun the sad tale of her heroic lover. Whether or not they were real, no one could tell. Not even herself.

She had to resist kicking the sodding thing aside once they reached the Elfsong. Wyll and Astarion had taken their turn to persuade the innkeeper to give them a large enough room for them all. The only complaint came from Astarion, unused to the need to beguile people after Tav had been doing it for so long.

Shadowheart ignored it as she lightly brushed Karlach aside and lifted Tav into her own arms... and an ever faint twitch to her features froze the cleric stiff. "You good?" Karlach questioned, tone edged with concern.

For a moment, she just stared down at the small rogue before shaking her head clear. Her weary eyes must be playing tricks on her. "Yes, of course." And she turned away before she could press further her.

Once she had established a room for themselves, she eased Tav onto the bed before stepping outside to gather their things and put them away. She didn't even take her dyed Dark Justiciar armor off before collapsing at her bedside.

Three days. Three godsdamned days without her. And it felt like a whole bloody year. Without her smile. Her laugh. The sound of her voice whispering sweet nothings into her pointed ears at night.

The tears that flowed now were very much real, there was no doubt. Her face leaned against the edge of the bed, careful to avoid wetting her bandages. "Please come back," she pleaded, voice barely above a whisper. "I can't do this without you." Her parents, the Absolute... They had only come so far because of Tav. She had only come so far because of Tav.

She hadn't realized how incredibly daunting all their goals seemed without her. Every goal they had set, every aspiration they had shared, now appeared larger than life without Tav. The enormity of it all struck her like a tidal wave, threatening to consume her in its overwhelming force. The once clear path they had envisioned together now looked like an insurmountable mountain, its peak obscured by clouds of fear and self-doubt. With each passing moment, a sense of helplessness washed over her. She had always been their anchor, their unwavering support, and now, without her, their ambitions seemed to drift aimlessly in a sea of uncertainty.

A hand touched her shoulder, jolting her upright. Isobel's tender eyes met hers. "Your friends are leaving to explore the city. I'm happy to watch over her until you return."

Shadowheart glanced behind her. Of course, she forgot to close the door. A rejection was on the tip of her tongue, but something stopped her. Something she never thought she'd ever ask for. "Could you... pray over her... like before?"

Isobel's features flickered with surprise, but not with judgement or even smugness. "Would it offend you if I said I already have been? While you've been away?" She joked with a wry smile. "I would love to, Shadowheart. May I?" Gesturing to the spot beside her on the floor.

She nodded, scooting toward the head of the bed to give the fellow cleric room beside Tav. Isobel knelt down, carefully taking Shadowheart's hand, and lifting their joined palms gently on Tav's belly before bowing her head, cueing Shadowheart to do the same. "My Lady of Silver, guide this slumbering soul. Illuminate the path through the shadows that bind Tav. In your gentle light, awaken her spirit, bringing clarity and renewed vitality..." Isobel prayed, for a while, in fact.

When at last she departed and left them alone, Shadowheart made a point to close the door behind her, the click of the latch faintly resounding in the room. After removing her armor, she climbed into bed and snuggled up beside Tav, reveling in the warmth of her body. Her fingertips feathered over her arm, just the way she remembers soothed the rogue. She closes her eyes and inhales, savoring the faint scent of vanilla that still lingers on her skin. Her voice quivering she softly whispers, "I love you dearly, you foolish, fragile thing," her eyes stinging anew with tears. "And if you don't wake up soon..." She hesitated, her voice catching in her throat, "...you might just find yourself becoming a reluctant connoisseur of rare, aged cheese..."

"Don't..." rasped a voice she doubted she'd hear again "you dare..."

In a flash, Shadowheart sat up and stared down with wide eyes... into the open, heavy but incredibly beautiful eyes... Open... and locking with hers. "Thank Selûne..." Shadowheart breathed, barely aware of her quivering lip. "Thank you, Selûne..." As she threw her arms around Tav as best she could in this position. Nestling her nose into her neck, placing one soft kiss after another against her skin.

"Who are you, and what did you do with the real Shadowheart?" Tav coughed, but even with how dry her throat was, it was clearly a playful jab.

Shadowheart pulled back, narrowing her eyes for a moment in her own teasing glare, before it broke into a soft laugh. Leaving the bed only to pour Tav a cup of water. "Funny you mention that..." she started as she turned back to the bed and sat on the edge beside her. Helping guide Tav into a semi-upright position and despite handing the cup to her, Shadowheart maintained a hand on it to ensure it didn't slip.

The longer Tav stared at her, the more her brows creased. "How long have I been out? The bed... your hair..."

"Do you like it?" She queried, quickly touching a hand to her dyed white hair.

Tav's touch was tender as she took her hand, placing delicate kisses on each knuckle. "I love it." Lips brushing the back of her hand, holding it as she smiles into her eyes. Shadowheart's breath escaped her lips in an unexpected sigh, releasing the tension she didn't realize she was holding. The only compliment that truly soothed her nerves.

"And I love you too... Deeply." She added, biting her lip and shyly looking away.

Shadowheart paused, blinking. She... heard her?

She loves her back??

She...

She leans down slowly, their noses grazing, then their lips before they slowly press together. It's a sweet kiss at first. Tender, lazy, speaking things to each other that words could never capture. The taste so uniquely her and incredibly intoxicating. More than any wine she'd ever indulged in. She could kiss her forever and want for nothing, if her body would allow it. She's missed her lips so much that the tiniest of noises escapes her as her fingers tangle in the hairs on the nape of Tav's neck. "I've loved you for so long, but dared not allow you into my heart" She whispered against Tav's lips between kisses, "but now I can't imagine a day I'd hesitate to welcome you in it."

Shadowheart smiled a little at the way Tav's breath hitched at the words, their lips only briefly reconnecting before a knock came to the door.

It flung open before she had time to answer. "Shadsy, look what I found! Tav will love it when—!" Karlach gushes as she strides into the room, carrying a stuffed Owlbear toy. Cutting herself off when she realizes what she's walked in on, Shadowheart slowly straightening upright. "TAV, YOU'RE AWAKE." She shouts loud enough the whole tavern probably hears her.

And like that, the moment is shattered as their companions flood into the room. Karlach shoving the gift into Tav's arms, everyone smiling and even occasionally giving the gentlest of hugs to their awakened leader. Even Astarion seems genuinely relieved.

However, Shadowheart feels a pair of eyes directed at her. Casting a glance in its direction, she examines until she finds the source. Connecting with a certain Selûnite standing just outside the door. She responds to Shadowhearts silent confusion with a nod and smile, then turns away.

Shadowheart's lips curved into a gentle smile, illuminating her face with warmth, and returned her attention to Tav. Who she loved. Not so long ago, she believed her heart had only room for shadows, for darkness and loss. It only took nearly losing the love of her life twice to realize how foolish that belief was. Now, her heart warmed, and fluttered like a flame flickering to life. And it craved for so much more than she ever knew it could feel, nevermind hold. It yearned for her.

And Shadowheart would never deny her heart of her again.

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate #bg3 #shadowheart #baldurs gate shadowheart #bg3 shadowheart #shadowheartxf!reader #female reader #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort #baldurs gate fanfiction #drabble #baldurs gate drabble #shadowheart x tav

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turbulentscrawl · 5 months

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In the poly post you said that ithaqua is as close as it get to a yandere may I ask why you think that ? Or any headcanons related to that if that's okay with you (sorry if the English is bad )

As luck would have it, Ithaqua is one of the few Hunters I think I have a decent grasp on rn so I was also able to crank this out quickly! (To my other request-ees: I'm working on HC requests for several other characters rn! I should have them ready to spam-post sometime this weekend <3)

So here's some general and sfw relationship hcs for Ithaqua ;)

-A first small note, his exact age is not listed, but he’s described as a “young adult,” so I imagine him to be somewhere between 18-22.

-Ithaqua is a man who has entirely rejected society. He wants nothing more to do with it, with anyone, and any instance of breaching his territory is met with wind-swift punishment.

-It all fits when you consider the major events of his life. He was abandoned in a snowstorm, left for dead, because he was thought to be a devil. He was saved and raised by a “witch,” a kind woman who stood outside of society’s norms and was feared and hated for it. Their solitary home was trespassed on in the night, defiled, and his mother was kidnapped, tortured, and broken by a man with his exact face. Every small bit of comfort he ever had was destroyed by a mirror image of himself that was raised in “civilized” society. If that doesn’t cement the idea that people from that world can’t be given a chance, I don’t know what would.

-And I think on some level he questions the reality of it all. Did he do it? Did he destroy his own life? Was his so-called brother actually a copy of himself? Was Nathaniel supposed to be the better or the worse version? Was he himself evil before…or is he evil now? None of it matters in the long run, though. His only remaining goal in life is to defend his home and his mother’s resting place from interlopers. But he does get this distant, sour expression sometimes when he contemplates these things.

-I think he’s close to an as-is yandere because, if we assume he’s still capable of bonding with someone on a genuine level, that person would be a one true exception to his otherwise all-consuming distrust and hatred for society. He could not be “led to water”, so to speak, even by a partner who exemplified everything good left in the world. He’s just not capable of making that leap anymore.

-So again, he’s territorial, and that would 1000% extend to a partner. He’s not a master and you’re not his pet, but god would he try to keep you in his clutches. Use every sweet word and convincing anecdote in his arsenal to convince you to stay in the forest. The thing that keeps him from being all-out controlling is that his mother let him make his decisions for himself. She taught him how to survive in the wilderness, and she taught him about the rest of society, and she let him decide for himself if he ever wanted to get involved in it. He didn’t of course, because how could a place that shunned his mother be good for him? You deserve to make those choices too, even if he disagrees with what you pick.

-He will, however, watch you like a hawk. To not sugarcoat it, he’ll stalk you. Ithaqua wants to be prepared for the moment everything goes wrong. The moment he knows for certain will come, when you see he’s right about other people. When that happens, he’ll swoop in to save you. He refuses to be late again, like he was for his mother.

-He doesn’t leave the forest unattended often, but when you spend longer stints at your home in a village, you’ll notice the weather gradually becoming worse and worse. It seems to snow every day, and the wind is so harsh that walking outside is deafening and blinding. When you return to visit Ithaqua, the village mysteriously returns to its normal weather patterns.

-Ithaqua hates when other people interact with you. No one is no one is safe enough, trustworthy enough for him to not worry for your safety. They don’t deserve to even stand near you. But he won’t do anything until they do…or you say he can.

-Anyone he takes as a partner would have to remind him of his mother, at least a little. She’s the only example he has of a “good person” so he’s not likely to give people with divergent personality types much of a chance. He’s also more likely to trust a woman over a man, by a small margin.

-He won’t stand for being doted on or babied by anyone other than his mother or partner. he won't fall for other people's faux-gentleness! Don’t you know who he is? What he is? Call him cute or pitiful again and your blood will stain the snow red.

-His lips are always chapped to hell and back, sorry. Sharp kisses only for you.

#idv x reader #identity v x reader #idv night watch #ithaqua x reader #idv ithaqua #turbulentscraw #almost yandere...

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ice-within · 6 months

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♡𝙄𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙖��𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣♡

♡ SYNOPSIS: You (female reader afab) and Nanami have a dominant/submissive relationship, in secret from the rest of the Sorcerers Institute. No strings attached, just sex. When both of you return alive from the battle in Shibuya, you know that Nanami will go wilder on you

♡ TAGS: AU in which everyone survived Shibuya, smut, fluff, oral sex, anal sex, fingering, creampie, dominant/submissive relationship, dirty talk, consesual use of slurs, size kink, praise kink MDNI

On AO3 here ♡

It was a silent contract.

You didn’t even remember when or how it started, all you knew was that one day Nanami Kento pinned you against the wall upon returning from a dangerous mission and it became an habit.

Nanami wasn’t the type of man that you would usually lust for, he was cold and strict, his attitude towards his sorcerer carreer would make him pass as any human that worked corporate. No interests beside his job, no friendships among his colleagues.

Long story short, you always thought of Nanami as a party-pooper, definetely not your type.

But one day, let’s blame it on your hormones, you started looking at the blond sorcerer with a different eye.

Not that he did anything different from usual, but until that day for some reason you didn’t notice how thick his thighs were, how his kaki trousers would enhance the bulge on his crotch.

The next thing you noticed were his biceps, huge and perfectly built under his blue shirt, each botton was hanging on dear life over his pecs.

And he noticed, oh if he noticed you staring a bit too long at his muscles. Nanami didn’t say a word when he found you looking at him with hungry eyes, but he made sure you knew he discovered you.

You heard a knock, you would expect Shoko asking you for a late night smoke, or in the worst occasions you would expect Gojo’s students delivering bad news and asking you to join a battle against some cursed spirits. But never in your right mind you would have imagined finding Nanami Kento on your doorstep.

-Nanam…-He didn’t even let you finish.

He untied his tie, the leopard-print piece of fabric fell somewhere on the floor, you didn’t have time to notice, Nanami had grabbed you from behind your neck and pinned you against the wall.

He fucked you like you didn’t think it was possible to fuck someone.

He fucked you so hard you he made you stop craving sex with anyone else but him.

After fucking you loud and rough, Nanami simply buttoned back up his shirt, zipped his trousers and retrieved his tie and left.

Ever since that day, everytime Nanami left for a mission, you knew he would come back stressed and in need of relief and you started praying for him to get assigned more missions, for it meant he would come at your door more often.

No strings attached, he barely even acknowledged your presence at mealtime, or during trainings, but at night time things were different.

When the sun went down, your body belonged to Nanami.

But this time you knew it would be different.

The sorcerers agreed that what happened in Shibuya, stayed in Shibuya. The kids were save, the curses had been exorcised, the threat Geto, or whoever posed as him, put on the sorcerers world dissipated, Gojo and Shoko were taking care of that, one would think things ended up well but so many civilians fell, so many human lives had been cut and for what? They were spending the night like any other when they ended up being baits and casualties for a war far bigger than them, a war they weren’t even aware of .

Your bones were aching from the battlefield but also in preparation of what Nanami was going to do to you when you returned to the Institute. There was no wound licking, no time for mourning the losses, when it came to Nanami, he would release his anger by fucking you.

You didn’t even shower yet, your hair was still dusty and on your face you had spots of blood you weren’t sure whether it was yours or someone else’s, with a sigh you threw your boots on the other side of the room and dusted your jeans, once black now of a brownish grey of all the concrete shattered in battle.

Then your door knocked, with each knock, your heart skipped a beat.

God you weren’t ready for him.

You tiptoed to open.

-Fuck, you look like shit…- Was the first reaction that came to you when you saw Nanami, both arms open wide on the sides of the door, his blue shirt was ripped, revealing his golden skin, his pumping veiny biceps almost as big as your head.

His head was hanging low, his blond hair wet and scruffy over his eyes. Nanami must have been through some hard shit if he allowed you to see him all ruffled, especially to see his hair unstyled and unwaxed.

He chuckled.

You didn’t really know what to do or say, you stretched out your hand, barely touching his head, trying to comfort him, but Nanami with a swift movement grabbed your wrist.

Your sweat froze.

-Nanami…-

-Come here, y/n- Nanami said in his low voice, pulling you towards him, drowining you in a kiss.

Nanami searched your tongue avidly, holding your body against his with his big built arm. He tasted of battle, he tasted of pride.

But mostly he tasted of heat.

You knew how Nanami smelled when he needed sex, you knew his scent so well.

You licked his tongue, crossing his hair with your fingers, freeing his face from the blond strings. One thing he didn’t know was that sometimes you loved to open your eyes to see how his body was reacting to your kisses and this time you found his foreheard frowning.

Desperate need.

Nanami needed you to kiss him like that, needed your tongue to lap his.

So you took a chance -Bite my lips- You moan in his mouth between two wet kisses.

He obeyed without questioning and nibbled your lower lip.

His teeth carved your flesh and you could feel a drop of blood painting of iron the taste of his next kiss.

-Come inside- You step back into your room, never parting from the man that filled the ambient.

Nanami was so tall he had to lower his head to pass through the door, his broad shoulders filled the room stealing all the air.

-Are you alright?- He asked, to your surprise. He never asked anything, he never said anything. You weren’t even sure what he meant.

Are you alright after the battle in Shibuya? Are you alright with us fucking right now after the fight? Are your bitten lips alright?

-…Yeah- You replied, any light upstairs turning off as he tore the rags of his blue shirt away, his beautifully sculpted abdomen was bruised and the dim light of your window danced around the dunes of his pecs and abs.

Nanami walked towards you, locking you between the wall and him.

He towered over you -Don’t move-

Your knees were weak and your thighs were shaking but you didn’t dare disobeying.

Nanami reached for the zip of your jeans and lowered it, then he kneeled in front of you, which he never did. For the first time his green eyes met yours from below, as with a new kindness he passed the fabric long your legs.

Slowly, from the thighs to the knees, to your calves.

Then Nanami lifted your leg bending your knee and as he removed the jeans, he kissed your leg.

You believed that it was like that the prince kissed Cinderella when he found she was the one, on his knees before her, her leg bent he hugged and kissed.

Nanami took his time to leave lovebites in the softest parts of your thighs, you knew he loved your thick flesh.

He never did it before.

But then his eyes locked on you with an hawk-like stare, lustful.

-Get on your knees, y/n- He said, standing back up when you bowed down.

Your knees touched the floor and you looked up, your mouth went dry.

He was colossal, each slight movement of his body started a chain reaction all over his muscles and nerves.

You knew what was about to happen, it happened countless of times already but nothing about this time was the same.

Nanami unzipped his trousers, bulging and his huge thick cock revealed itself before your face, hard as rock.

Your mind went dizzy, your lips dry already thirsty of his taste.

Nanami was hard, in full erection before you and with a long deep breath he sighed -Suck me- Then added again -Suck me, please-

He said ‘please’, be begged you to take his cock in your mouth.

He needed you, the way you sucked him.

You never asked him, or never wondered whether he did what he did with you with someone else, whether he had other sexual partners, but thinking of how he begged to be sucked by you made you soak your panties. It didn’t matter if he fucked others and how many, all it mattered was that he was dying to have your mouth on his throbbing cock.

Yours, no one else’s.

The way you sucked him, the way your lips wrapped him and sucked him slowly, from the tip all long his veiny shaft, the way he loved.

Nanami thrusted his hips, pushing his cock deeper in your mouth, tingling your throat.

When he heard you gag, your mouth filling with saliva that you were spitting over his cock, now steaming hot and wet, he growled and placed his hands on the wall.

Nanami clenched his fist and put the other hand over your head, caressing your hair.

-Do you like it?- You swallowed and caught some air, looking up at him. Your eyes teared up a bit.

Nanami hinted a smile, petting your head.

-You are so good at it. Is it too much?-

You shook your head, the pond that was forming between your legs proved it eneough that you could have spent all night long sucking him.

-Tell me how much you loved it, Kento. Tell me how much you like it when I suck your cock-

Nanami chuckled, his chest rose.

-Oh, you want to play that part, uh? You want me to tell you what a good girl you are?-

Then, his gentle caress over your head turned into something else, his hand grabbed a fistful of your hair and twisted it around the wrist, forcing your head and neck to move accordingly.

Nanami pulled your hair so that you could look straight at him.

-You have been a bad girl, a very bad girl, do you understand me?-

Your clit twitched and you thought your legs would let go, you could smell your pussy’s juice and you knew he could too.

You nodded -Yes, sir. I was very bad-

Nanami spit in your mouth and squeezed your cheeks right after, as if you weren’t dying to swallow him.

-You think you can stop sucking my cock whenever you want, uh? You think you have any say in this? Say you belong to me, y/n-

Your cheeks were scorching hot -I belong to you, Kento-

He spit again in your mouth -Who do you belong to, little slut?-

Fuck, he knew what he did right there, he knew what his slurs caused in your panties.

-I belong to you, sir- You stuttered, your jaw trembling from the feverish excitement.

-Good- He said, giving your head a quick and hard pull -Now I don’t want to hear your beautiful dirty mouth say anything else but how much you love taking my cock, am I clear?-

-Yes, sir-

Nanami bowed down on you, grabbing your ass with his full hands and lifting you up, you instictively wrapped your legs around his waist, barely filling the circumference.

-Fuck, you are shamefully wet, your panties are drenched-

You indeed felt the cold wet fabric soaking against Nanami’s abdomen.

Nanami spread you like a feast on the bed, he didn’t threw you over like a rag doll, no he carefully placed you down on the mattress and spread your legs apart.

He removed his trousers, dirty from the battle and the metal of his belt echoed in your room.

Then passed a hand over his hair, slicking it back and for some reason that caused your clit to pulse.

His abdomen was rising with each breath he took.

Then his weight took your breath away, as he filled his hands and his mouth with your tits.

He loved your tits, how they would swell with ache at the desire for him, he loved how soft and firm they were and mostly he loved seeing his bite mark on your skin.

How your flesh would be stained with the shape of his teeth, and the purple bruise that came after.

-Your tits are perfect, y/n- Nanami said, while sucking your nipples, overstimulating them made you twitch and sent electric waves down your womb, straight to your clit.

Your mind went blank, the only thing you were thinking of was his cock, how hard it was for you and how much you needed it inside you. You were dying for Nanami to take you.

-Fuck me, please-

-Uh?- He growled, placing a hand gently on your neck -What did you say?-

-Fuck me, please, sir. I need it, I need it-

Nanami gave a little squeeze around your neck, not enough to take your breath away, he would never hurt you, but strong enough to assert his dominance.

-You need to be fucked, y/n? Beg more, beg, slut- Seeing Nanami smiling was a rare sight, but his lips would always widen their corners when you were craving him. Seeing you helpless under him, completely at his use, gave him a satisfaction neither the best battle would give him.

-I beg you, Kento, sir. Please, please-

You started moving your hips towards him, searching for his cock.

-Look at that, what a shameful view, are you needing this cock so much, uh?-

Nanami roughly cupped your pussy with his full hand, his wrist pressing down on your clit. A wet clap met his palm.

His impact with your pulsing sex, revealed how drenched you were.

Your pussy dripped, your clit vibrated under his firm hand.

-Fuck- Nanami moaned, and for a moment he broke character -You are so wet-

When he removed the hand from your pussy, his fingers were glistening with your juice, and he didn’t think about it twice before licking them clean.

Nanami, the first grade sorcerer, control freak, was melting over your wetness, drinking from you as if you were water after days in the desert.

The head of his cock started nudging against your labias, the gushing sound the contact made had goosebumps crawling your skin, your pussy sucked in some air at every fraction his cock stroked, the juices dripping over the shaft, your hole widening everytime the head nudged it.

Then, at least, with a deep hard thrust, Nanami buried his cock inside you.

The gasp you let out was a mixture of a moan and a cry, his huge body wieghted down on you, taking your breath away, while your insides got rearranged by his rock hard cock.

Nanami filled you to the last inch, his throbbing cock adjusted to your tightness and his swollen balls slammed against you.

He didn’t thrust a second time, he allowed you to savour his presence and adjust to him.

-You know what I love the most about your pussy, y/n? That it doesn’t matter how many times I break it, you are always so tight for me-

At this point though you were cock drunk, once he filled you you lost any train of thought, you simply nodded at his words and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

His muscles and blades danced at your touch.

Each thrust was firmer and deeper than the previous, Nanami made sure to have his eyes on you, he didn’t want to miss any of your reactions at his pounds.

He filled you and your eyes rolled, he pounded you and your moans became music to his ears.

But the more his cock nailed you down on the mattress, the more his groans softened, and suddenly Nanami Kento started moaning.

The kind of moans of desperation and need.

Nanami buried his head on your shoulder, his mouth so close to your ears that all of his moans resonated in you.

He was crying from pleasure, of the pleasure your pussy was giving him.

You knew that this time was different, that the Shibuya battle changed everything and everyone.

But never you would have expected that the fear of Death would make Nanami surrender to pleasure.

Still he made sure you knew he was still in charge everytime he squeezed your tits, grabbed your wrists, bit your neck.

Nanami increased his pace, in both speed and depth, hitting your g-spot with every single thrust, and the header of your bed started hitting the wall, making the frames shake with instability.

The squealing sound of the bedframe added to the soundtrack of Nanami’s domination.

-Wait, wait- You gained enough consciousness, out of breath -What if they hear us?- Your words came between moans and for some reason, hearing you talking while moaning seemed to excite Nanami even more, who didn’t stop fucking you.

-Why, don’t you want the Institute to know how good you are getting fucked?-

-Fuck- You wrap yourself around his body even tighter, letting his hip bones crashing against yours, your sweat mixing with his.

Your body and Nanami’s were one, skin against skin.

Your nails digging into his back.

-Say how much you love it when I fuck you, y/n-

-I love it, I love how you fuck me, I…I…- Then you felt it.

A fire igniting in your womb, sparks starting on your legs’ nerves.

-What is it?- Said Nanami, with a satisfied smile -Are you cummin’?-

Your orgasm grew, and as your pussy started twitching and pulsing around Nanami’s cock you felt an exploding urge.

Istinctively, you push Nanami’s chest away, in the last moments of sanity before the climax reached its peak.

Your legs shook out of your control, your hole twitched and your clit released the pleasure with vigor and that relief came with a squirt.

Suddenly, the sheets under you got soaked of the clear liquid erupted from your pussy, as your shaking orgasm still took you out.

-Fuck, my darling- Nanami slowly jumped back over you, like a panther over its prey, while savouring the view of your trembling body, with a loud and long moan.

Your tits bounced and your eyes rolled behind your head until your pussy stopped shooting, your legs completely wet with squirt.

Nanami kissed you then, sweetly, making you catch some breath again, but with his fingers he started exploring your now oversensitive and completely widened pussy.

The nerves around your clit, barely touched, made your back arch and you had to grab his wrist.

You couldn’t handle more than that, after that squirting orgasm you couldn’t think straight anymore, or move, all your limbs went numb with the aftermaths of relief.

If Nanami touched your skin, it felt like cumming over again.

-Look at you, look what you did for me, what this pussy did for me. Why would I need to fuck anyone else when I have you squirting and squirming for my cock? You looked pathethically beautiful while squirting, I wish you saw that-

Nanami was saying words you could barely hear and understand, all you knew was that you had enough but at the same time you didn’t. Despite the exhaustion you couldn’t deal with the thought of Nanami leaving, you wanted him more, you always wanted more of him.

-Kento…-You whispered, reaching for him, his hair, his kiss, his body on yours.

-What, what is it, little girl?- He got closer, enclosing you in his arms.

-Have I been a good girl now?- You saw him smile, with a hum.

His finger started circling your hole, tingling your labia and your clit, your hole sucking him back inside, needing him inside again, wether it was his fingers or his cock it didn’t matter as long as it was Nanami filling you.

-You have been so good, y/n. You took my cock so good-

-Did you mean it? When you said you don’t want to fuck anyone else?-

Your deal with Nanami was clear, no strings attached, just sex, pure and raw sex after missions as a relief, no feelings. So you had no idea why you said that, why your heart was fluttering looking at his eyes over yours.

He was handsome, gentle and dominant.

You blamed it on the orgasm, you must have definitely been cock drunk.

You felt ashamed asking that question, fearing him leaving. But you were met with Nanami caressing your hair, kissing your forehead.

-What a silly little girl- He kissed your lips and your cheek, your nose, your eyelids -What a silly girl, getting jealous of my cock-

-It’s not that, what I mean is…-

But Nanami, pressing down on your body with his, his arms around your head, kissed you to shut you up -Shh, you just had a wonderful orgasm, don’t work yourself up like this. I know what you mean, y/n. If I wanted to fuck someone else, I would have fucked someone else, easy as it is. No one fucks like you do, no one. No one takes my cock like you, no one moans like you, no one has a delicious tight pussy like this…-He teased you, inserting two fingers inside and slowly, very slowly starting to fucking you again with them.

-Nanami…-You moaned, or cried you weren’t sure.

-You don’t need to be afraid, I could never have enough of this sound-

He could have meant the sound of you meowing his name, or the wet sound your pussy made under his hand.

-Do you want me to stop pleasing you, y/n?-

You shook your head, never taking your eyes off him, only to see his gentle face switching back to the dominant attitude, and feeling his fingers move faster and deeper inside your soaked wet pussy.

-Very good then, let me make you my slut then.You are mine, y/n, never forget that-

Nanami lifted, and never removing his fingers from inside you, with the other arm he pulled you and turned you on your back.

-On your four, come on, show me you are a good girl that deserves my cock. You know what I’m going to do now, right?-

You knew, god, if you knew, after all it was Nanami who took your ass’ virginity.

But this time, he was fingering your pussy too.

Nanami spreaded your ass cheeks, not before spanking it enough to leave the mark of his hand nice and red.

When he buried his cock in your ass, his fingers were still inside you. You never felt anything like this before, both of your holes filled.

Your g-spot was getting tickled by his fingers but at the same time you could feel his cock pushing deeper inside your ass.

That was a kind of pleasure that went over any scale, your legs were letting go, but mostly the source of your madness came from your belly, from the overstimulation of both your pussy and ass.

Nanami smacked your pussy with his balls, your hips thrusted back, fucking yourself on his cock and his fingers.

-Good, fuck yourself, say you are mine, y/n-

-I’m yours, I’m yours, Kento-

-Fucking call me sir when you get fucked like a dog-

The next, and if possible, stronger orgasm started building up, but you didn’t know if it was your pussy or your ass cumming, or maybe the both of them at the same time.

-I’m yours, sir! I’m yours! I love you- You heard yourself scream.

Those words, those three words made Nanami’s cock throb and swell, with a swift movement he carried you on his lap, and as your ass came with the last thrusts, he started fucking your pussy faster he had ever done, there was no time for you to realize how fast but mostly, as lost in bliss as you were you didn’t notice how he started fucking your pussy while rubbing your clit.

-I’m about to cum, y/n- He groaned, one arm around your waist, one around your neck, keeping you glued on his cock.

Those words made you cum, now you knew why he was keeping him caged to his huge body, for when you came on his cock and you squirted again over his lap, his hand kept rubbing your clit and his cock stayed nailed inside you, keeping your gush from exploding if not in waves controlled by him. The sound you made was suffocated, a muffled moan, breathless, as you went numb, head falling back and forth.

Nanami groaned but with two high pitched and loud moans, he squeezed you against his abdomen and the pond your squirt made fused with a hotter, thicker liquid.

-Ke…Kento- You said, like a prayer, feeling his cock throbbing inside you, pulsing in your pussy, filling it with his semen.

Nanami’s sperm flowed inside you in a copious amount, drops dripping through you, his scent of sex filled the room.

You knew everything of Nanami’s cum, its thickness, its smell and its taste, but everytime he filled you with it you you couldn’t help but keeping it inside, wishing it could never flow out of you, but at the same time that thick warm liquid moving inside you, caressing your hole as it left you, gave you shivers.

Nanami lied down, pulling you with him still in his arms, your bodies entwined with juice, cum and sweat.

The weight of the world fell over your shoulders now, and now the relief made you sleepy and sore.

Nanami’s muscles were shining, glitters of sweat like pearl on his skin, he passed his fingers through your hair, it was the first time he stayed after taking you, he never stayed.

You knew that this time would have been different, Shibuya changed everything.

You all faced Death for the first time, Nanami faced Death for the first time, this made it different.

Nanami held you, rocked you, he didn’t smile though, actually on his face had returned to its usual stern look.

Stern, but still handsome.

-You are staying tonight?-

Nanami let go a deep sigh, placing his head on your breasts, exhausted.

-Do you want me to go?- He said, with a low voice.

You shook your head -I always wished you stayed-

You fell asleep quietly, tenderly, with Nanami’s breath over your chest, his body keeping yours safe like an armour.

You fell asleep so quickly that you didn’t hear Nanami repeating those three words you said earlier to him.

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(grishava and her gay longing that takes place after this,for @piratekane)

“Tell me about the stag.”

Beatrice’s voice is soft in the weak morning light, a gentle rumbling disruption to the way Ava had been almost lulled back to sleep by Beatrice’s even breaths, each inhale pressing her back just the slightest bit more firmly into Ava’s chest. She hadn't known Beatrice was awake and a moment of panic slices through her chest because Beatrice is awake and Ava is still pressed up against her back, one arm curled along her ribcage.

It's for the cold. For warmth. For safety after they both nearly froze to death. Ava repeats it in her head over and over, a prepared answer for the inevitable question, a reminder that Beatrice isn't hers to hold onto and it's only the deadly cold outside that allows her this close.

“What?” Ava’s a morning person, she’s discovered, since the grisha power that lived in her bones was finally let loose and the overpowering infirmity that had left her bedridden so often disappeared, but they’re half a day’s walk from civilization after a week of traipsing through the tundra and Beatrice is warm and solid in front of her, and Ava doesn’t want to move or talk or think yet.

“The stag.” Beatrice shifts, rolling onto her back and folding her hands formally over her stomach. She stares up at the ceiling and Ava fights the urge to whine at the disruption, curls her hand that had been resting lazily on Beatrice’s side up to tuck under her own chin to stop from reaching out and tracing the line of Beatrice’s profile. “The one you’re looking for.”

“The stag,” Ava echoes. She bites down on the inside of her cheek and busies herself with pulling the blankets higher up to her shoulders. Now that she’s not pushed up against Beatrice, forehead pressed between her shoulderblades after waiting until Beatrice slept to curl around her, the cold makes her shiver. They should get up and start the fire, start moving around the cabin, boil water to drink. They should talk about the fact that they were thrown together by an empty countryside and a cruel storm, a partnership for survival that could never last this close to civilization, a druskelle and the sun summoner.

They should part ways, Beatrice back north to the Fjerdan border, Ava on the hunt for the stag.

Ava burrows deeper under the blankets and stares at Beatrice’s profile. “I keep seeing it in my dreams,” she says after a moment. “It’s always somewhere in the permafrost, I think. It’s night, and the moon is full, and the stag is huge and alone and lit up by the moonlight.”

“Why do you need to find it?” Beatrice’s voice is calm, level. Calculating. The wolf’s head on her shoulder is dirtied and frayed from their hike through the wilderness, only recognizable because Ava knows what it is; it taunts Ava now, inches away, an inescapable barrier between them.

“It’s an amplifier,” Ava says softly. “If I can-- it’ll increase my power. Enough that I should be able to destroy the fold.”

“An amplifier.” Beatrice hums thoughtfully. “What happens when you tear down the fold?”

Ava frowns, her head aching. “People stop dying from it,” she says. “So many people have been killed by the volcra--”

“I meant for you,” Beatrice says. She finally moves, turning her head slowly until she can look squarely at Ava. “What happens to the sun summoner when the shadows are destroyed?”

Ava blinks owlishly, distracted by Beatrice’s sharp gaze and the freckles patterned across her cheekbones. “What do you mean?”

“Will you return to Os Alta, to the Second Army?” There’s a soft rustle of fabric, as if Beatrice’s hands had shifted where they’re folded over her stomach; Ava glances down towards them automatically, only to get caught on Beatrice’s mouth and the way she’s so close Ava swears she can feel the gentle exhales of her breathing against her own face.

“I don’t want to,” Ava says, and is surprised to realize she means it. “I never wanted to be a soldier. I want to get Diego and to-- to travel, to go to Ketterdam and Novyi Zem and the Wandering Isles. I want to see everything.”

“Not Fjerda?” There’s a rueful, almost teasing, lilt to Beatrice’s voice, but it does nothing to counter the quiet sad weight to her gaze.

“Fjerda doesn’t want someone like me.”

Beatrice’s mouth opens, and then closes. There’s another rustle of fabric, but this time Ava can’t be bothered to look away from the movement of Beatrice’s throat as she swallows, the way she wets lips that are chapped from the frigid cold they’ve been hiking through.

“Fjerda might,” Beatrice finally says. “Given the opportunity.”

Ava pushes up onto her elbow, regards Beatrice and the way she’s schooled her features into a placid mask, the way she’s spent every minute of every day in Beatrice’s immediate proximity for a week now and knows that when she’s faking calm her lips press into an even line like they are now.

“Fjerda,” Ava echoes, and wonders if it's hoping too much for Fjerda to really mean Beatrice. Her body wants to move, her limbs aching with a momentum that’s building without her permission, the same as when the light wants to rise to the surface and run riot around her.

“They don’t know,” Beatrice says softly. “There are no grisha in Fjerda that anyone knows--”

“There are grisha everywhere,” Ava counters.

“--and we’ve had a contentious relationship with Ravka and the Second Army for centuries.” Beatrice pauses, and Ava nearly reaches for her.

It would barely be anything worse than what they’re doing now, what they’ve been doing all week, pressed close enough under the blankets to share heat and measured breaths, Ava’s heartbeat always finding a way to settle and match pace against the steady metronome of Beatrice’s pulse; the touch of her fingertips against Beatrice’s arm, her cheek, her lips, would hardly be any more inappropriate than the way she’d woken like always pressed against Beatrice’s back with an arm slung over her waist.

“But they can learn,” Beatrice carries on, and a spark of light escapes from Ava’s fingertips, as if drawn to Beatrice and her dark serious eyes. Beatrice’s gaze flickers over to the light warming Ava’s fingertips, and a heat crawls down the back of Ava’s neck that could be embarrassment and could be sunlight spilling out of her; she’s not sure which she hopes it is.

“We can learn,” Beatrice says, and she’s the one who reaches out, fingertips skimming along a lock of hair over Ava's temple, brushing through it gently, and a soft gold light warms her fingertips, washes over her face.

“What are you saying,” Ava says faintly. Beatrice’s fingers wind through her hair, tucking it back behind her ear, and she hums quietly.

“The stag,” she says. “I can help you find it.”

The light in Ava's fingertips flares, and Beatrice smiles, and it feels like a promise.

#there ya go pal as requested #grishava #warrior nun #ava silva #sister beatrice #avatrice #writing tag

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