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ma1dita · 3 months

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partners in crime

luke castellan x fem!dionysus!reader [the trouble!verse]

MAIN SERIES MASTERPOST

summary: few things are certain in this life as a demigod, but one thing is for sure— you can’t fight fate when it pulls you and luke castellan together, over and over again. two young people who hate the gods are more like them than they think, for better or worse. annoyances to best friends to lovers

things to know: dionysus!reader's nickname is trouble & most of these can be read as standalones!

here's a playlist (spotify & apple music links now available!)

child of dionysus headcanons!

trouble!verse moodboard 1 & moodboard 2 & college!trouble by the lovely @24kmar

deleted scenes from a different universe (AUs)

play the extended cuts (blurbs from in-between)

character study: luke castellan & trouble

any works, updates, thoughts, musings, etc about this series will be tagged under #trouble!verse !

key: fluff - ☼ angst - ☽ smut - ☆ jo's favorites - ᥫ᭡

[rewind to before] pre-established relationship

trouble always finds me (trouble!reader origin story) 1.7k ☼

The one where he could tell you were trouble from the day he met you. (You're an annoyance, but not an enemy)

entropy ☼

The one where you both blur the lines between annoyance and admiration. (the promise of becoming partners in crime)

buddy system 4.2k ☼

The one where he comes with you to rescue your younger twin brothers, Pollux & Castor. (this is as close to a real quest that Mr. D will give you--might as well take someone you trust!)

somebody's angel 4.4k ☽

The one where you convince him he’s pretty, even with a scar. (songfic - Die Alone - Finneas)

feed the fire 1.2k ☼

The one where his focus is not on spilled food, but on you. (Luke realizes this is more than playful banter)

bedtime stories 2.4k ☼

The one where night shift with him runs late, but you don’t mind at all. (the both of you have feelings you want to admit, but duty calls!)

crazy little thing 3.4k ☼

The one where he uses all his drachmas to make you smile on Valentine's Day. (the Apollo kids are better matchmakers than Aphrodite, sometimes)

anything you want 1.6k ☼

The one where you and him have your first kiss. (You've always loved teaching the story of Orpheus and Eurydice; except when your Orpheus runs away from you)

said he likes crazy 2.1k ☼ ☽

The one where only he can help you with a bad day, even if he's avoided you since your first kiss. (For being a son of Hermes, he has a way of calming your nerves)

[pause and remember us like this] established relationship

play pretend 5.1k ☼

The one where Mr. D catches you two in the act, but you and him aren’t exactly together yet. (Drunk words are sober thoughts. Your dad just wishes Luke told you instead of him)

a wish your heart makes 1.4k ☼ ☽

The one where you share dreams, burn cookies, and it still reminds him of home. (The dryads will probably ban you from the kitchen after this)

chance encounters ☼

The one where you both daydream about different lives. (You think you'd find him anywhere, by soul alone)

to see the chaos through ☽

The one where he remembers he was never a good guy, just yours. (Luke makes the ultimate deal with the devil in order to save you)

not your goddess ☽

The one where you both know the best of days eventually have to come to an end. (songfic - Goddess - Laufey)

don't blame the kids ☼

The one where you both chaperone a trip to Mount Olympus. (the Olympians are bigger gossips than you thought they'd be)

trouble's coming for you 3.7k ☼

The one where Percy meets his two favorite counselors at Camp Half-Blood. (three times Percy is oblivious (and in the way) and the time he realizes you and Luke are in love)

now that we're older 3.5k ☼

The one where he asks if you can stay the night even if all of cabin 11 makes fun of him. (Luke is tired of the routine. He just needs his girl)

if you need to be mean (be mean to me) 1.5k☽

The one where he leaves before you wake up. (songfic - I Don't Smoke - Mitski )

[fast forward until we meet again] post-tlt

lovers, or partners in crime 2.1k ☽

The one where Annabeth and Percy think you’re guilty too. (the last day leading up to Luke's betrayal)

love like a blister: the five stages of loving losing luke 4.7k ☽

The one where you learn to mourn someone even if they’re still alive. (the five stages of grief after facing a loss)

to catch a thief 3.7k ☼ ☽

The one where duty calls at Camp Half-Blood. Again. (Your reunion with Luke isn't quite what you expected.)

solipsism 5.3k ☽

The one where you finally pray to Hestia to keep your home safe, even if he's also trying to destroy it. (the four times Luke uses Backbiter to visit you during college ft. the first time you trust a god to help you)

angel with a broken wing ☼ ☽

The one where he falls from grace and still thinks of you. (the four women Luke Castellan risked it for and how it will end up killing him)

love me dry (LATEST ADD) 4.5k ☼ ☽

The one where he meets you at his mother's house, though both of you didn't expect the other to be there. (a glimpse into May Castellan's idea of a perfect day)

when the curtains close☽

The one where you lose two people in the Labyrinth that day. All strings are cut. (Annabeth and Pollux find out the biggest difference between you and Luke.)

asking for trouble ☽

The one where Luke's final wish is to see you. (He's himself again, and all he wants is to find out if the trouble was worth it all)

as above, so below ☽ ☼

The one where you plead your case with the gods of Olympus. (The one thing the fates didn't expect was how much you'd both be like your fathers; in a way, you and Luke didn't see it coming either)

ask to be added to luke/general taglist 🥹

#made by ma1dita ♥︎#luke castellan x reader #pjo series #luke castellan x dionysus!reader #pjo imagines #luke castellan x reader fanfic #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #🪽#trouble!verse #percy series #pjo x reader #jo's navi <3

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multi-fandom-imagine · 3 months

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[Key]

-💕means it has sexual content/Implied sexual content..

-💔means it is an angst fic

-😍means it is a family fic

-💘means it is an angst fic with a happy ending.

-🚫means it contains a Trigger Warning.

─ ★

─ ★Lucifer Morningstar.

🪽:Lucifer realizing he's falling in love Headcanon's

🪽:TransMasc reader x Lucifer. Anything would be amazing but if you rather work with a concept, both reader and Lucifer being awkward because they wanna kiss SO BAD but don't think the other does but when they do it goes 0-100 so fast--💕

🪽:[ underside ] sender leans in and places a suggestive kiss just under receiver's jawline.

🪽:Lucifer giving you oral-💕

🪽:Adam, Alastor and Lucifer taking care of a sick reader.

🪽:sub!lucifer with like, whining and begging-💕

🪽:Broken Hallelujah -💘

🪽:Giving Lucifer a Squishmallow

🪽:Lucifer leaving Hickey's all over the reader

🪽:Imagine giving Lucifer a Duck squishmallow

🪽:How about Y/N giving Lucifer a homemade duck plush holding a heart for valentines day?

🪽:Lucifer being fascinated by you

🪽:Adam, Husk, Lucifer and Alastor helping you while you're on your period.

🪽:dying in Lucifers arms-💔 || coming back with no memories

🪽:Lucifer bringing you breakfast in bed

─ ★Dad!cifer Fics n Things.

🪽:Reader going through labor

🪽:Lucifer Morningstar with a breeding kink.-💕

🪽:Lucifer going feral for his pregnant wife.-💕

🪽:Lucifer with lactation kink

🪽:Lucifer and the reader take Edna to the hotel to meet the others, ironically Alastor would become the favorite uncle just to annoy Lucifer.

🪽: Charlie Morningstar meeting her baby sister.

🪽:Imagine if for Lucifer and Reader’s baby, they wear duck onesies

🪽:Baby's first step's

🪽:Edna is like 5 and she met a boy and calls him her boyfriend and luck just looses 100 off his life.

🪽:Edna visiting the hotel with Lucifer.

🪽:valentines blurb of Edna giving Lucifer a card that says favorite daddy on it. Y/N helped her make it but refuses to take credit.

🪽: Edna's looks

🪽:Lucifer finding out he's having another child

🪽:Edna changing into a duck due to Lucifers things.

🪽:Lucifer comforting you during your pregnancy

─ ★Alastor "The Radio Demon."

📻:Alastor fucking you in his studio.-💕

📻:Alastor giving you a piggyback ride.

📻:[BEND] for the shorter muse to tug the taller muse down so they can kiss their forehead.

📻:Adam, Alastor and Lucifer taking care of a sick reader.

📻:Adam, Husk, Lucifer and Alastor helping you while you're on your period.

📻:Alastor comforting you

─ ★Dad!Alastor Fics n Things.

📻: Alastor with a breeding kink.💕

📻:Alastor's twins beefing with Vox

📻:Alastor's twins

📻:Alastor's Twin's names

��:Alastor & Husk as Father HC's

─ ★Overlord!Husk

🎰:Husk in his suit

🎰:Husk / Overlord!Husk sex hc's

🎰:Husk / Overlord!Husk hc's

🎰:Giving Overlord!Husk a bj under his desk.

🎰:Falling for the nanny || Nanny!reader finding out she is pregnant.

🎰:Kᥲᑲᥱᑯoᥒ

🎰: Overlord!Husk being jealous of Husk

🎰:becoming a father

🎰:Overlord!Husk in a rut.

🎰:overlord!Husk meets a sad reader during a party at the casino and finds out a overlord that owns her soul is treating them bad, so he wins her soul and treats her with the respect she deserves.

🎰:comforting chubby Husk

─ ★Husk

🍻:Helping Husk through his heat-💕

🍻:Husk comforting you.

🍻:imagine Husk having that problem, he has the same "thorns" on his penis, which was a very ugly problem when he had sex for the first time with his wife.-💕

🍻:Reader-chan just surprises him by giving him achubby plush cat that looks similar to him and he tries to hate it but immediately cuddles it when he's alone.

🍻:Husk surprising you with breakfast in bed

🍻:playing with Husk's ears

🍻:Adam, Husk, Lucifer and Alastor helping you while you're on your period.

🍻:Husk trying a cheesy pick up line on you.

🍻:Imagine Husk's s/o saying: "I'm not even playing cards and I still pulled a king~"

🍻:Husk wearing his old suit for you on date night

🍻:Husk / Overlord!Husk sex hc' || Husk / Overlord!Husk hc's

🍻:Imagine if you're just laying on the couc alone, Husk, and the kits in another room playing or whatever. And out of boredom, you just say: pspspspspsps

🍻:cuddles with a chubby Husk

🍻:Husk x Butterfly Demon Reader

🍻:Husk comforting you

─ ★Dad!Husk Fics n Things.

🍻:Husk as a dad

🍻:Husk carrying his kits

🍻:Husk reacting to Alastor owning his children's souls.

🍻:Husk losing his daughter { AU }-💔,-🚫

🍻:Husk dad blurb

🍻:So is Husk daughter Marilyn a pure white cat? I’m asking because if she is then I can see Alastor petting her in his lap while scheming like those James Bond Villains.

🍻:since husk's little girl is like the runt of the litter, maybe some moments where husk is amazed at how small she is.

🍻:Husk's daughter saying papa for the first time.

🍻:Husk bringing his kits to the hotel

🍻:Husk's kit's names. || color of the kits

🍻:Alastor using a laser pointer on Husk and the kits.

🍻:Husk cleaning his children,too relaxed and focused solely on licking his babies while everyone was purring, and he was accidentally discovered by everyone.

🍻:Husk trying to take a nap with his wife, only for his kits to come barging in, demanding to join in on the cuddles.

🍻:four year old Marilyn giving Husk cupcakes on valentines day. "Papa! Me and mommy made these!"

🍻:cuddling with Husk while pregnant.

🍻:Husk & Alastor as Father's Hc's

🍻:Overlord!Husk meeting the triplets.

─ ★Adam

🍎:Adam, Alastor and Lucifer taking care of a sick reader.

🍎:Lazy morning sex with Adam.-💕

🍎:Can we get depressed/sad Adam x y/n?

🍎:which Adam try's a cheesy pick up line on you.

🍎:Adam, Husk, Lucifer and Alastor helping you while you're on your period.

🍎:Fucking Adam in his office.

🍎:Adam with fem!reader who gets off by adams pleasure during sex

─ ★Dad! Adam things

🍎:Adam as a father HC's ||

🍎:Finding out he's gonna be a dad

─ ★Angel Dust { Anthony }

💄: Angel dust with a butterfly demon reader and they have to fly up to kiss him because he's so tall.

💄: comforting Angel Dust after having a bad day or a nightmare

💄: Angel Dust comforting you.

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thisonehere · 4 months

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Could you do headcanons for Reiko, Rain, Havik and Bi-Han with a siren reader?

You got it!

Mk Men x Siren!reader

A/n: Hey you, nice to see you again. I love this idea so much. It reminds me of a series I did on this blog a while back...we don't talk about that... Tags: Mk1, MK AU, Siren!reader C/w: Yandere tropes, (in captain america voice) language! , allusions to s3x

Reiko

He hadn't even met you yet and already he was interested. There is no doubt about it, he is a madman.

He'd come to you no doubt to get your aid in General Shao's ongoing campaign against the royal family. Shao had just gave a brief description of you and Reiko was almost instantly obsessed.

He would jump off the ship and swim to you before you even knew of their presence and could start singing. So the sight of him was confusing as much as it was beguiling.

He almost didn't want to bring you back to Shao. He wanted to keep you all to himself. Finally he would relent and brig back to his leader. To his luck, Shao assigned the both of you to work together.

He'd steal as many moments away as with you as he could. He refused to share you with anyone. He'd be in a fury whenever he heard a single soul showing any interest. Perhaps they wouldn't even show up the next day.

If a single soul said a single bad thing about you he'd beat the ever loving shit out of them. Hell, he'd beat them to death if no one stopped him.

He tells you how much he loves you every day. If given the chance, he'd show his love by sending gifts, odd things he knew you loved, or even dismembered limbs for you to feed off of. He would also show his love for you in... other ways, if he had enough time.

You are the only reason he even would show Liu Kang any bit of praise. He begrudgingly thankful to him for creating you.

The realms shudder at your joining hands with him. Your union is one of the deadliest ones in the realms. Both Shao and Liu Kang would worry about you two and how much of a threat you were slowly becoming.

Rain

While one the run from Empress Mileena, Rain came across you as he traveled the seas. Or you came across him to be precise. At the sound of your call, Rain came to you unable to control himself. Much to your surprise, when Rain finally came to you he wasn't terrified at all, instead he was in awe. You were the most magnificent thing he had ever seen in his life.

So you let him live, you went with him, you have not parted with each other since.

Rain did everything he could to impress you, your perception of him seemed to matter to him most of all. He'd do every trick he knew of to amuse you. Your smile, your laugh was intoxicating to him.

To others, you were a horrid monster, to him, you were a beautiful mermaid, his muse. You inspired him in so many ways he'd be here for countless hours to name them all.

But as much as his interest in this relationship was about you, it was him. He loves you, but he also sees you as the perfect person to help him expand his skills and mastery. He'd want you to teach him everything you knew. His hunger for power sometimes eclipsed his interest in you.

But even then, he'd never want to betray you. The idea of not only betraying but leaving you is something so painful that he'd refuse yo imagine it. He already betrayed his Kingdom, he has lost everything. He can't lose you.

Havik

You two had met when he was working with Rain to overthrow Seido, you were trying to lure him to his death, the usual. But this time was different, he wasn't going to because he was under your influence, he was doing this under his own fruition. You amaze him, a creature who is both beauty and beast. He had to have you.

The sight and realization that his chaotic nature subsides your control, as well as the fake that he's crazy enough to willingly approach you, it amuses you.

You both had a chaotic nature within you both, so you have an instant connection. His love for you is so great, he can't get enough of you.

Like Reiko, he sends you gift after gift. Keep in mind that these would be no normal gifts. They include but not limited to oddities, cursed artifacts, dismembered limbs (if he was feeling frisky, he'd send certain ones over others).

The things you'd do together are as insane as you'd imagine. You would lure people into your trap and he would torture them in whatever sadistic way you'd like.

Other times you'd do the most disturbing things to each other just for fun. Things so vile that it would make Shinnok sick. But you don't care you love doing these things together. You love being together, and all the realms shudder at the very thought of your union.

Bi-Han

The very concept of you fascinates him. Everything about you amazes him, your beauty, your voice, your willingness to kill. Though he won't admit it, he's been obsessed with you ever since he first met you.

But how did you first meet? Ah yes, when you tried to lure him and some of his Lin Kuei to their deaths while they were at sea. He wasn't affected though, his iron-will protected him from your lull. But he couldn't get you off his mind from that point on, he had to get you by his side no matter the cost.

You were intrigued by him also, the way he resisted you. It brought you to him, ironically.

You two have been inseparable ever since. Together you formed an alliance so deadly that all the realms shuddered at your union.

Whenever you went away or weren't by his side, he felt alone and miserable. He couldn't live without you, he refuses to admit it but he does.

When you were together he'd insist that it was just you and him, no one was allowed to be present unless necessary. He wanted you all to himself.

Even though you were with Bi-Han, that didn't stop from continuing your habits. You'd still lure men to their deaths or worse, even if those men were Lin Kuei. But this didn't anger Bi-Han for you could do no wrong in his eyes. In fact, this makes him jealous. Is he not enough to satisfy you? What is so good about them that you prefer over him? Is what he thinks to himself.

He will never say to you, but he adores you and he'd never leave you alone, no matter what you do.

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anzulvr · 4 months

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Fandoms separated by title, feel free to request anyone not on this list or from other fandoms this is just my current list!

ASSASSINATION CLASSROOM

Karma x Reader: On Purpose, (fic guide)

Karma x reader (headcannons + one shots)

ACADEMIC RIVALS (karma/reader)

Tsundere Reader Hcs (Karma/Itona)

Karma/Eclass with Princess Complex Reader

Karma with S/O that cries out of anger/with a straight face

Sad during Christmas but its Karma’s birthday

[name] gets hurt while sparring with Karma

reader with insecurities

quiet reader good with kids

Hanako & Yashiro type relationship with Karma

Reader Gossiping with Karma (ft. Rio kinda)

Karma with Shinoubu-like reader

Karma with crybaby reader (fav)

perfectionist reader (who is unexpectedly like Rio and Karma)

Famous reader

two psychos who laugh during horror movies (karma x reader hanging out with Eclass)

Shy secretly delinquent reader

Muse (K.)x Artist (reader) UGH I LOVE HIM

Reader with a weapon collection

Reading him like an open book

“chill” but actually passive aggressive reader

karma comfort during a thunderstorm ..kinda!

Dating someone with a personality like his

Idol AU karma (unrelated but I didn’t realize how much I post ab him)

karma x dancer

First kiss

kpop stan reader

Karma x reader except Asano is one sidedly inlove with reader (put my SOUL into this one)

Karma hugs

Argument (timeskip angst-ish comfort)

Dating Karma Headcanons

More dating karma Headcanons

E class pushes you both into a confession

Karma / Reader fluff

Reader w toothgap

Maehara flirts with Karmas s/o, on accident. (another personal fave)

Karma and reader, cheesy pickup lines & bad puns

Karma helps reader through scary thoughts

Arcade date! KARMAAAA

flower shop au karma

karma with taller s/o

MORE KARMA HEADCANONS

Karma x detective-like reader

Online Quizzes with Karma (THAT WAS SO MANY DAMN)

— ITONA HIROBE

Tsundere Reader Hcs (Karma/Itona)

— GENERAL ASSAS CLASS

Chiba and Terasaka beat eachother up (Karma being NOSY. Koro being a dad)

reader with a gossip page on Eclass

Karma (Character Analysis, not ff)

Princess complex (Karma X reader but also E class headcannons)

— MIRACULOUS LB

Luka writes a song x reader

— OUR LIFE B&A

Two best friends like their other best friend (Cove and Derek step 2 x Reader (MC) / teasing families

#ansatsu kyoushitsu #masterlist #karma akabane #karma x reader #luka coffaine x reader #our life #olba cove #anzulvr

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thedevilssinner · 3 months

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Sanguine Hearts

Pairing: Astarion x gn elf Tav (it was first written with a female tav in mind, so let me know if I accidentally forgot to rewrite it somewhere)

Warning: angst - but with somewhat happy ending?

Story is based on mix of THIS and THIS headcanon, set mainly before the BG3 plot and Tav and Astariona are thiramin - elven word for soulmates. It's from Tav's POV and mostly about how they try to deal with the loss of Astarion and their reaction when they meet someone who 'looks like him' after the Nautiloid.

I also gave Tav a last name but it's only used once and only for the purpose of the story. The last name is Ignotus = latin for unknown.

Hope you enjoy 🩷 and big thanks to @yeoldtrashcollector for helping me with this. I really apreciace it 🩷🙏

The Upper City's bustling streets overflowed with people. Some hurried to their workplaces, others diligently carried out their job duties, and a few of them were enjoying the splendor of a beautiful sunny day. Among these fortunate souls were two elven lovers who found a serene spot by a fountain. The man sat there, his eyes closed, face upturned to bask in the sun's warmth. His companion nestled beside him, leaning slightly against his shoulder. They watched with amusement as a cat, not far off, playfully attempted to catch a fluttering butterfly.

After a while, their gaze shifted to their partner, a mischievous grin crept across their face as they watched him bask in the sun. Their fingers dipped into the fountain's cool water, and with a playful flick, they sent a shimmering spray in the direction of the elf beside them. Startled, he jolted, the styled curls bouncing around his face as he turned his head towards the other person, an unamused expression on his face.

Then he suddenly attacks, as a cat, reaching out to catch his companion, his intention evident. Yet, the other elf evaded his grasp, leaping away from the fountain, their laughter carrying through the place.

The silver-haired elf shook his head in disbelief but promptly gave chase, the sound of their shared mirth echoing through the city streets. He finally closed the gap between them and encircled their waist with his arms. Turning them to face him, he whispered with a triumphant smile, "I've got you."

Their laughter persisted, though they attempted to free themselves from his embrace, their efforts proving futile. "You do," they gave up at the end, sighing.

A mock sternness colored his features as he mused, "I should have you arrested for disrespecting the Magistrate."

The elven lover responded swiftly, their confidence unwavering. "You wouldn't do that."

Arching an eyebrow, he inquired, "And why do you think I wouldn't do that?"

“Because you love me too much for that." They replied immediately.

The white-haired elf sighed, amusement glinting in his eyes. "Even though I don't understand why, with how much you tease me all the time… yes, I do love you."

"I love you too, my lovely magistrate." they murmured softly, wrapping their arms around his neck.

Astarion couldn't help but reciprocate their affectionate gesture, pulling them closer. The world around them faded into a distant hum as they exchanged a tender gaze. The streets of the Upper City, the bustling crowd, and even the relentless sun all seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a world of their own.

His lips curved into a gentle smile, as he whispered, "My darling Tav, you’re making me love you more and more every day."

Tav's eyes sparkled with an undeniable love as they leaned in, capturing his lips in a soft, lingering kiss. Their embrace spoke of shared laughter, stolen moments, and the profound bond that had brought them together in this vibrant city.

Moments later, they pulled away from the kiss, their foreheads touching, their breaths in harmony. Astarion spoke softly, "We should probably end this soon. The council meeting is approaching, and the magistrate should not be late."

Tav nodded, their expression a mix of reluctance and understanding. "You're right," they conceded. "But let's savor this moment a little longer."

They remained locked in their embrace, cherishing the warm, sunny day, the love that bound them, and the enchanting beauty of the Upper City. Their laughter and love echoed through the city, a reminder that even the Magistrates could find solace in the arms of love.

A few months had passed since that idyllic moment by the fountain when Tav was awakened by an insistent knock on their door. They groggily crawled out of bed, hastily donning a soft robe, and shuffled toward the door. Upon opening it, they were met with the sight of a city guard who visibly stiffened upon seeing them.

"Are you Tav? Tav Ignotus?" he inquired, and Tav, still half-asleep, confirmed their identity.

"Yes, that's me. Is something wrong?" they asked, their sleep-induced haziness giving way to a sense of unease.

The guard pressed on with a heavy expression, "Are you in a relationship with Magistrate Ancunin?"

Their uneasiness rose. "Yes, I am. Please, what's going on?"

With a somber expression, the guard delivered the devastating news. "I'm very sorry, but Magistrate Ancunin is dead. You were listed in his records as someone to be informed if something happened to him."

Tav's world seemed to crumble at those words. The silence was heavy, broken only by the frantic pounding of their heart. Stumbling backward, Tav leaned against the doorframe to steady themselves, disbelief washing over them. The guard extended a hand to support them, but they could hardly process it. "No, this... This can't be true," the elf muttered, shaking their head in denial.

"I know it must be difficult to accept, but unfortunately, it's true. Our patrol found him this morning. I'm really sorry," the guard offered sympathetically.

Tav clung to him, desperation in their eyes. "What... What happened?" they managed to utter through a constricted throat.

The guard hesitated but then responded, "He... He was beaten to death."

"What? But... by whom? Who would do something like that?" they asked, though they already had a painful inkling. Astarion had his share of enemies – those who disagreed with his judgments and the families of those he had sentenced.

"We don't know, though we're trying to find out, I promise. I'm really sorry about what happened," the guard repeated, offering his condolences.

Tav's world was shrouded in silence once more as they tried to process the horrific news. They gazed at the guard with a desperate determination. "Can I see him? Can... Can I say goodbye?" they implored, voice trembling, the glimmer of hope that this was all a mistake still lingering deep within them.

The guard hesitated, reluctant to grant their request. "I'm not sure if it's the best idea. Magistrate Ancunin... he... It's not a pretty sight," he warned.

But Tav's grip on his arm tightened. "Even so... I... I need to see him. I need to know if it's really him. Please," the elf begged, a note of desperation in their voice.

Eventually the guard agreed, leading them to the place where Astarion's body was being held until the funeral arrangements were made. He unveiled only his face, the rest concealed beneath a sheet. Tav saw the battered features, the bloody lips and nose, dark bruises all over, and they couldn't bear to imagine the rest of his body.

Seeing Astarion's face shattered their last glimmer of hope. They recognized the pallor, the snow-white hair, and the familiar features, despite the injuries. It was him.

At that moment, Tav broke down completely, tears streaming down their cheeks, uncontrollable sobs wracking their body. The guard had to lead them away, offering words of consolation that they couldn't even hear. Tav felt apathetic, angry, and desolate, a whirlwind of emotions tearing them apart. They didn't want to bury Astarion; it was unthinkable. Their lovely little star… gone.

Back in their apartment, Tav's eyes landed on a painting of the two of them, created by a street artist. Their heart ached at the memory of their happier times. What were they supposed to do now? How could they possibly cope with this unbearable loss?

In search of some comfort, Tav discovered one of Astarion's discarded shirts he left in their home and crawled into bed, burying their face into it, to inhale his scent. It wasn't the same as having him beside them, but it offered a small measure of comfort in the midst of their overwhelming grief.

And then Tav cried again.

Tav existed in a state of numbness, unable to face the world outside. They hadn't mustered the strength to attend Astarion's funeral that was happening on the same day they discovered his death. They heard that an anonymous benefactor had taken care of the arrangements but despite that, they couldn't go. The thought of watching their beloved being lowered into the cold unforgiving ground was simply too much to bear.

Their days blended into nights, a mess of irregular sleep, missed meals, and a profound sense of loss. Astarion's shirt, which they clung to desperately, no longer carried his scent, but it was their last tangible connection to him.

Concerned friends, aware of their suffering, took turns visiting them. They offered condolences and support, attempting to coax the devastated elf into eating and taking care of themselves.

Tav barely noticed their presence. The weight of their grief keeping them locked in their own world.

When one well-meaning friend tried to gently pry Astarion’s shirt from their clenched hands, it led to a visceral reaction – screams and tears – as Tav withdrew further into their emotional cocoon. They were a mere echo of the vibrant person they once were, their soul yearning for Astarion's return.

It was getting out of hand, so Tav’s friends decided to contact their parents and it made their hearts ache to hear about their child's heartbreak. When they arrived at their home, the sight of Tav in their grief-stricken state shattered them. Tav’s father held them in a tight, protective embrace, cradling them like the little child they still were in his eyes. Their mother sat beside them, her gentle hand tracing comforting circles on Tav's trembling back.

And Tav cried once more, the tears flowing as they clung to their father, calling out for Astarion and pouring out their agony.

The parents recognized that their child could not remain in the city or in their current state of self-neglect. They faced the difficult decision of taking them back to their village, their childhood home. It was their hope that the familiarity and solace of their roots would help Tav find some semblance of peace. With heavy hearts, they began the process of gently coaxing them away from the city and toward the heaven of their village, a place where perhaps, in time, their shattered soul might start to mend.

The journey to their childhood village was long and somber one, with Tav still clinging to their parents, episodes of tears coming and going like unpredictable storms. The forested surroundings of the village welcomed them, the familiar sights and sounds enveloping their senses. The soothing embrace of nature that once surrounded them, combined with the echoes of their past, offered a glimmer of hope for solace. Their parents hoped that the serene village would help mend their child's shattered spirit.

But Tav felt disoriented.

They were now far removed from the bustling city and from the places that reminded them of Astarion. His loss continued to haunt them, an ever present pain that seemed impossible to bear. They left the village a long time ago to explore life beyond its borders, an adventure that had brought them into Astarion's life and led to their love.

Now, they were back, but he was gone, leaving them feeling utterly lost.

Grief is a peculiar thing for anyone and could change a person in many ways. Tav's mourning lasted over fifty years, not that long of a span for their kind who could live for centuries, although their prolonged sorrow still raised eyebrows.

But most also understood that their love for Astarion had been genuine and profound. Shared souls that were ripped apart by death.

In the beginning, their parents played an active role in ensuring Tav ate and took care of themselves until they regained some semblance of independence. They coaxed Tav to join them on walks through the woods and gently encouraged them to engage in household chores.

Slowly, Tav began to reintegrate into the life in the village. They offered their assistance to the village in any way they could, participating in tasks when they felt up to it. Yet, the sight of happy couples still caused a painful constriction in their heart. In time, however, they grew accustomed to it, and the raw grief evolved into a dull, enduring ache. They could now think of Astarion with a mix of fondness and sadness. Bittersweet mix that stays probably forever inside of them.

Tav believed that nothing could ever be similarly devastating as the loss of their beloved. But some 200 years passed and during an unexpected and fateful encounter, their existence took a perplexing turn.

Snatched from their life by a Mind Flayer's ship and a tadpole implanted into their brain wasn't something they expected. Their journey on the ship was fraught with danger and confusion. It was there that they met the fierce Githyanki warrior Lae'zel and then freed another named Shadowheart.

Together, they somehow managed to crash the ship, surviving who knows how.

Now, Tav stood on the shore, with Shadowheart by their side and the Githyanki nowhere in sight, the blazing sun bearing down on them and the burning wreckage of the Nautiloid smoldering in the background as they began to explore. It was then that a man's voice called out for help, drawing Tav's attention. Eager to assist other survivors, they approached, but what they encountered was beyond their wildest imagination.

There, before them, stood Astarion. Or at least, someone who appeared to be him. His eyes were crimson, and his complexion even paler than Tav remembered. Their emotions swirled into a turbulent mix of sadness and anger. How dare anyone impersonate Astarion after their beloved had been dead for two centuries? And do such a bad job!

Without hesitation, Tav lunged at the imitation, a fierce cry escaping their lips as they tackled him to the ground. They straddled his body, a dagger pressed to his throat. “How dare you?! How dare you take his form?! Show me who you really are... now!” Their command was laced with fury, even surprising themselves with their own actions. But Tav couldn't stop when someone was using Astarion's face for an unknown purpose. Shadowheart behind Tav was looking surprised and confused, trying to call for Tav to ask what the hell is happening but with no avail.

The shapeshifter under their form seemed taken aback but replied, “Darling, there seems to have been a little misunderstanding. I don’t know what you’re talking about, and I’d appreciate it if you’d remove the dagger from my neck.” His voice is smooth and flirtatious and so unmistakably Astarion’s that it hurts, and Tav presses the dagger a little harder against his neck.

“Shut up, shapeshifter!” Tav snapped at him, their eyes locked on the face that was so familiar yet different. “Where did you even get his face? His voice?” Their grip on the dagger shook. “You have no right to pretend you're Astarion when he's... when he's gone. And to do it so poorly!” Beneath their anger, a deep-seated sadness could be heard.

The imposter's eyes widened, revealing fangs that sent a shiver down Tav's spine. The terrifying thought that he might not be a shapeshifter but something far worse began to take hold.

“Tav?” The fake Astarion finally spoke, voice filled with longing, as though he had just remembered something long-buried in his mind. His flirtatious tone had vanished, replaced by confusion. “You are them, aren't you? Gods, how could I forget... so beautiful.” His red eyes traced their face, and he lifted his arm tentatively toward them, fingers twitching with the yearning for touch but withholding.

Tav's resolve wavered as they listened to the shapeshifter. The voice, the face, everything about him screamed Astarion, and their heart ached. But they knew, or at least they thought they knew, that it couldn't be him. “No, stop! Stop it! You can't be him. You can't... he's dead, and your eyes are wrong. You're wrong!” Tav cried, their entire body trembling, dagger still dangerously close to his neck.

The shapeshifter easily took hold of Tav's wrist and moved their hand away from his neck. He wrenched the dagger from their fingers and discarded it, his lips forming a sad smile. “That's what vampirism does to you, my love,” he admitted softly, his voice heavy with pain and sadness.

And just as if the universe wanted to show them the truth, their tadpole stirred, connecting them to Astarion's. They could feel pain and see through his eyes a bloody hand, his hand, reaching up towards a dark figure, red glowing eyes looking down at them.

The figure kneeled down, revealing a man with dark hair and a cruel smile, fangs bared. Before they could comprehend what was happening, the man sank his teeth into their throat, and everything plunged into darkness.

“No... no…” Tav's voice quivered, tears welling in their eyes as the connection ended, throat tight with emotions. Their beloved was still somehow alive, transformed into a creature of the night. “Astarion…” They whispered his name with a shaky breath, their hands clutching his shirt as tears streamed down their cheeks. Their Astarion, their little star, was alive.

Astarion, too, seemed disoriented by the shared connection. “What in the hells was that?” he asked, confusion etched across his features. His hand reached up, finally touching them and wiping off the tears from their cheek, his touch cold, so devastatingly cold.

Tav struggled to compose themselves, wiping away the rest of the tears. “It's the Mind Flayer’s worm - it connects us which means that you… you were on the ship too.” they came to a revelation.

Astarion nodded, confirming their words. “That worm, of course. That explains things. Somewhat.” he said, sounding defeated.

Silence falling over them for a few seconds, until Shadowheart’s voice reached them. “Can someone finally explain to me what just happened?”

And that was the end of their meeting, at least for now. There were so many questions forming in both of their heads but no time to ask them. Not when there was still burning Nautiloid behind them and possible death creeping in their heads, so any conversation they wanted to have, they kept to themselves for now.

Meanwhile, Tav tried to explain everything to the best of their ability and comfort, to Shadowheart. Leaving huge chunks unsaid, because they'd only known each other for a few hours and the dark haired half-elf didn't seem like a very sharing person herself.

Still, both Tav and Astarion knew they would have to talk as soon as they had the chance. For 200 years they thought Astarion was dead, and Astarion had completely forgotten their existence... that definitely leaves plenty of topics to talk about, especially when you add in their new situation and the fact that Astarion is now a vampire.

So far, they had only exchanged a few glances from time to time as they continued to wander along unfamiliar paths, waiting, yearning and hoping. Hoping that this meeting would bring them at least something resembling the happiness they had felt all those centuries ago.

#astarion fanfic #astarion angst #astarion x gn tav #astarion x gn! reader #astarion x elf!tav #elf tav #astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader

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universestreasures · 2 years

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Misaki Tokura From Cardfight Vanguard!! has joined as a Secondary Muse! She is based off of the original timeline (Season’s 1-4 +G), but verses for the V series timeline (Including If) can be added as well on request!

#💎 Memory Treasure (Misaki Tokura)#💎 Memory Answers (Misaki Asks)#💎 Her Memory Is Her Greatest Treasured Weapon (Misaki Visage)#💎 Memory's Treasured Homeland (Misaki Main Verse)#💎 Memory's Treasured Future (Misaki Post Main Verse)#💎 Memory's Glimmers And Glitz (Misaki Headcanons)#💎 Memory's Radiant Brilliance (Misaki Aesthetic)#💎 Memory Plays Along (Misaki Dash Games)#💎 Memoryisms (Misaki Musings)#💎 Memory's Tunes (Misaki Playlist)#💎 The Memory & Her Manager Uncle (Misaki & Shin)#💎 The Memory & The Paladin (Misaki & Aichi)#💎 The Memory & The Burning Overlord (Misaki & Kai)#💎 The Memory & The Great One (Misaki & Kamui)#💎 The Memory & The Four Leaf Clovers (Misaki & Team Q4)#💎 The Memory & The Blossoming Flower Bud (Misaki & Tokoha)#💎 The Memory & The Truest Best Bud (Misaki & Miwa)#💎 Supportive Souls Who Will Always Be There For One Another (Misaki X Miwa: Mismiwa)

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twogyuu · 1 year

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SVT as the one-bed trope || performance unit

Pairings: SVT PU x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, comfort, angst in some, crack if you squint

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and food, profanity, there's one bed (obviously) but it's not suggestive.

WC: ~3k

Permanent taglist: @nanamioo @bibinnieposts @wonuziex @woozarts @rockwidthyou @sleeplessdawn @jeminiepabo @joonsytip @aceofvernons @sadkidwarexpert @ahcaratzen @ashkuuuu @dejavernon @just-here-to-read-01 @svtreverie @heyditseeey

A/N: Y'all can thank Alchemy of Souls for inspiration for this headcanon. Awaiting the day I'll run into my cursed and haunted, secret betrothed who's not really my betrothed but is willing to dry up the world for my safety and wellbeing uwu

The order these were written were intentional: Chan's is first because it's the most angsty and Soonyoung's is last because it's the fluffiest. We stan happy endings 🫶

peformance unit || hip hop unit || vocal unit

Chan

The wound was fresh and the emotions were raw and unfiltered. Harsh words that they didn’t mean were thrown at one another, filling their home, and drowning each other in frustration and sorrow – the reason why this conflict started in the first place lost amidst it all.

Exhausted from the tears and yelling, you had retired to your (and his) bed early. Your mind raced with thoughts and questions of what would become of the two of you. Would he rub salt in your wounds and spill all your dirty secrets to his friends? Would you wake up without a trace of him left in this apartment?

With the few tears you had left, you found yourself sniffling again. You tugged the comforter up to your lips as it absorbed not only your muffled sobs, but also the droplets that rolled down your cheeks with every squeeze of your eye.

Though you were upset with him, the thought of Chan leaving you was unbearable. You’ve been dating for the better of two years and you’ve had your fair share of fights, but none like this. Making up was usually easy, but the rift between the two of you tonight seemed unfixable. It was like an open seam in a coat, the stuffing spilling over and neither of you with enough thread to sew it back together.

Was this his last straw?

The quiet click of your bedroom door opening interrupted your musing. Chan must've came in to grab his pajamas. You figured half as much, he’d head over to Seungkwan’s place or sleep on the couch. The left side of your bed would be empty and cold tonight.

Much to your surprise, he stayed longer than expected. Eyes squeezed shut as you feigned sleep, you heard the rustle of clothing and the metallic clink of his belt falling to the floor, followed by the rifling through his drawers. A bright light floated on the edge of your bed as he turned on the flashlight on his phone to better find his clothes and put them on. He tossed it into a corner; sensing a soft bounce of the mattress by your feet.

The rustling ceased, but you could feel his eyes on you. Even without looking, you knew how he looked. He was probably wearing his usual dark gray graphic t-shirt, hanging loosely from his broad shoulders paired with white sweatpants that were a tad too long, because they once belonged to Soonyoung, and pooled at his ankles. He tried hard not to show it, but you knew Chan’s eyes too were swollen from crying in the shower. His auburn hair was damp and hung over his eyes to hide the traces of dejection on his face.

A hand on his hip, Chan inhaled sharply, holding it in for a few seconds before releasing it in a prolonged blow in between his pursed lips. If he wanted this to work between the two of you, he knew he had to let down his guard – break down his walls and let go of his pride and apologize.

At the end of the day, he loved you and he’d choose you again in a heartbeat.

He grabbed his phone, swiping off the flashlight. Eyes still lingering on your sleeping form as he rounded the corner to get to his side of the bed. He set his phone on the mahogany nightstand, the metal meeting the wood with a quiet clunk. Lifting up the comforter, Chan gingerly slipped underneath the covers. The blanket rested heavily at his waist. He laid flat on his back for a moment, eyes flickering across the smooth, white-painted ceiling.

There was something about this position that didn't feel quite right – it was uncomfortable, lonely almost, even though you were only about a foot away. It was late spring, spilling into summer, but it felt cold, goosebumps forming and hairs raising along his arms.

Chan let out another breath and turned on his side, his eyes landing on your back. He pressed his lips together, fighting the urge to pull you into his chest and spoon you from behind. If you were asleep, this decision wouldn’t be so difficult. From the way your shoulder rose and fell unevenly with your breathing and the miniscule shifting in your position, he knew you were awake.

Was it too soon? Would you push him away?

“Fuck it,” he grumbled to himself.

Chan closed the space between him and you, lying in the middle of the bed now, and threw an arm over your shoulder. He inhaled the comforting and familiar scent of your rosemary mint shampoo filling his nostrils – he never thought he’d miss it so much. He pressed his lips along the crook of your neck. Though it wasn’t his intention, it sent chills down your spine, eyes flying open. You stretched your back in his hold before settling into the mattress again. Chan pulled you closer, only satisfied when he heard and felt the soft thump of your back meeting his chest.

“I’m sorry,” Chan whispered, his breath hot into your skin. Your hand reached up and wrapped around his forearm. Your fingers flexed along his tense muscles, wrapping and unwrapping themselves around. There was an uncontrollable urge to make sure he was real and this wasn’t just your imagination, out of the need for comfort tonight.

As if he knew you were going to speak again, your own apology at the tip of your tongue, Chan spoke again.

“I love you.”

With those three words, a weight was lifted off your shoulders though Chan clung on. You swallowed slowly, your tongue swiping across your lips to moisten them as you worked up the same courage to say it back. It shouldn’t be hard to say these three simple words, but when they held so much weight of your vulnerability, it was.

“I love you too,” you croaked. You pressed your lips into his forearm.

Chan liked to think it was a kiss.

“Sleep – we’ll talk it over tomorrow,” he muttered. “Promise.”

“Okay.”

“Good night, Y/N Y/L/N,” Chan closed his eyes, tucking your head under his chin.

“Good night, Lee Chan.”

Minghao

There was an invisible line that shouldn't be crossed: he would sleep on the left side and you would sleep on the right. On top of being annoyed with the current predicament the two of you were in, he was particular about his night routine and sleep hygiene - any points of disturbance were unwelcome. You spent what felt like hours stiff and flat on your back, fiddling with the wool comforter, eyes trained on his navy blue painted ceiling. It was a strange color of choice, but according to his butler, it reminded Minghao of the night sky and helped with insomnia sometimes. Every few minutes, you dared to let your eyes wander and side glanced at him. His eyes were softly shut and his breathing finally seemed to have fallen even. One would've never guessed he had trouble sleeping with how peaceful and still he looked. You slowly shifted onto your side, careful not to wake him. A selfish part of you wanted to admire him a little longer - hoping his peace was infectious and calmed your racing mind. However, even the slightest twist of your body seemed to have bothered him.

His eyes flew wide open and he stated abruptly, "You're still awake."

You shrank back, peeping a quiet "yes."

With a heavy sigh, he turned in your direction. His face was as monotonous as his voice. His hooded eyes held no ounce of warmth or love for you.

Yet, something about the cold and hollowness in his gaze made you dare to cross the invisible line he had drawn between the two of you. Perhaps it was naive of you to search for the same timid and affectionate boy you once knew, but Minghao wasn't inadvertently hostile. Though he would never say it out loud, he had other ways of showing people he loved them – like that time he carried Jeonghan from the school playground to the nurse's office after he fell off the jungle gym, or when you were seven and he insisted on taping together and sticking it underneath the hood of his desk, the the heart card Choi Seungcheol had ripped apart after you confessed your innocent crush on Valentine's Day. However, as he got older, arrow after arrow, the harsh reality he had to grow accustomed to, struck and chipped away at his heart. Even if he patched them up, wounds never healed to be the same as the untouched skin they once were. You were hopeful, nonetheless – you knew in the hardened and distant shell he lived in, somewhere inside was the loving spirit you once knew.

You longed to steal that burden away from him, which is why you found yourself mindlessly breaking through the barrier between the two of you and letting your hand gently rest on his cheek. His eyes widened in surprise, making you jolt and pull your hand away for a moment hovering over his cheek, the pads of your finger ghosting along his smooth skin. Minghao was tense, but he didn’t push you away like you had expected. You took this as a sign to continue, letting your hand caress his face again, tenderly patting his face and stroking the space underneath his eyes with your thumb. What was uncomfortable and unsure, grew comfortable and sure as the seconds passed. Your rhythmic touch lulled him to sleep and you were quick to follow in suit.

When you awoke before him the next morning, you found yours and his limbs in a tangled mess. Your arm was thrown around his neck and his own sitting on your waist. His steady breathing tickled wisps of hair along your forehead. Though you stayed still, he stirred in his sleep, throwing his leg over your shins.

Minghao looked at peace – for real this time.

You didn’t dare to wake him, squeezing your eyes shut and snuggling closer into his chest. Even if it was just for a few more minutes, even if this was a dream, you would allow it – longing to wallow in one another’s comfort a moment more.

Jun

It was unexpected, but welcomed.

Your posture mirrored one another: hands tucked in between your cheeks and pillows, knees curled up into your abdomen, eyes locked on one another. Even your clothes looked similar – mostly because the variation of his gray sweatpants and white t-shirt were Jun’s to begin with. Your breathing was shallow, your lips wobbled between a soft smile and a straight line, unsure if it was okay to feel this elated and comfortable (trying) sleeping next to him. On the contrary, Jun looked calm, the usual kind curve of his lips gracing his face. You wondered if his heart was racing like your own right now.

Neither of you knew how to feel frankly, and the situation leading up to this moment wasn’t intimate in the slightest. The two of you were walking home from dinner when it started to downpour and thunder unexpectedly – neither of you thought to bring an umbrella. With Jun’s apartment being the closest, his plaid button up serving as a makeshift cover, the two of you ran through puddles to take refuge. Jun insisted you stay the night – it was much too late for you to be out on your own, nor did the rain settle down. You were fortunate the both of you made it back before the lightning and thunder.

You could’ve easily taken the fold-out couch like usual when you slept over – that was the original plan. However, when you were shuffling out of his room after saying your ‘good nights,’ his hand had launched out and latched onto your wrist. You had paused in your stride, breath hitching, your fingers curled around the fleece blanket, bunching up the soft material in a tight fist.

“Stay.”

Your body had moved on its own accord, following him back to his bed and climbing under his spring green colored comforter after him.

Your eyes lingered across his face. There was a sliver of the moonlight slipping through the blinds and falling across it, highlighting the tall bridge of his sharp nose. On impulse, you reached up and grazed the back of your knuckle down the slope of his nose. Jun winced back at your sudden touch. His ash blonde bangs fell out of place and tickled the top of his eyes. Your fingers carded through his hair to rid his eyes of the wisps, a girlish chuckle falling from your lips that spread into a grin. The tinkle of your laugh sounded like music to his ears. The way the corners of your lip deepened with the smile made Jun’s heart flutter.

He had seen this grin a hundred times and heard this chuckle a hundred times more over the last four years of your friendship – you were his best friend after all. Yet the smile felt different tonight.

Happiness, but a different kind of happiness.

Timid, but a different kind of timid.

Comforting, but a different kind of comfort.

Even if it meant another sleepless night, watching you under the moonlight, Jun didn’t mind staying by your side like this. His fingers danced across the sheets, searching for your own. With demure, he slipped them into the crevices of your hand. There was a moment of hesitancy as Jun searched your face for any signs that you didn’t want him. However, he was only met with you further intertwining your fingers with his, delivering a reassuring squeeze instead.

It was love, but a different kind of love.

The moment was delicate, but the bond was unbreakable.

Soonyoung

Locked away in his bedroom, the rambunctious cries and giggles of his intoxicated friends echoing down the hallways, the both of you laid, cramped, on his twin-sized bed, giddy and drunk on something else – dare you say it, love. The noise outside the thin and chipped wooden door fell on deaf ears. Tonight, the world was his small bedroom with the yellowing wallpaper peeling from the unreachable corners, outdated wooden desk he got from a garage sale, and his bed underneath you that creaked with every movement – and it was beautiful. He was beautiful. Soonyoung’s arm nestled under your neck, his hand ran up and down your waist, you peered up through your lashes, admiring his own eyes. Even in the dark, the hallway light seeping through the cracks of the door offering little assistance, Soonyoung’s dark brown orbs shone, the white reflecting in the corner winking at you with each blink. It was the innocent awe of a child the first time they visited a candy store: the sweets seemingly within their reach, but internally grasping onto their last ounce of will to be patient before reaching inside the clear plastic case and plopping a piece into their goodies bag.

Words weren’t necessary to express how infatuated the two of you were with one another. The quiet ‘hellos’ and ‘are you tired yet?’ mixed with the intermittent shy giggles were enough. The toothless, slanted smile that crinkled the corner of his eyes as he admired your every feature only grew and grew until they disappeared into slits. Your hands felt warm, resting on his chest, as if you were stoking the flame in his heart.

“I have a question for you?” he asked after several moments of silence.

You hummed softly, tilting up your chin towards him.

“It’s stupid,” he giggled.

“Go on,” you encouraged him nonetheless. You inched closer to him, adjusting your head on his arm.

He grinned, gaze falling from your face to the little space between the two of you. He could make out a small cartoon of Tigger springing into the air hidden underneath your elbow.

“C-can I kiss you?” he asked sheepishly.

You let out a hearty laugh, raising your hands to cup either side of his cheek. Eyes fluttering shut, you closed the little space left between the two of you and pressed your lips tenderly against his own. They were buttery and soft – it felt like he was resting on a cloud.

Your lips left his as fast as they came. Soonyoung counted three seconds before you pulled away. He silently cursed himself for not kissing you back faster and deeper. He always joked with Seokmin and Dokyeom the duration of his kisses was impeccably long – he wanted that to hold true, especially with you.

Immediately, you drew your lips in between your teeth. It was your turn to be shy now – you tried to escape and roll away, but Soonyoung was a tinge faster. His arms snaked around your waist as he spun you back around. You were closer than before, chests flushed against one another. You could make out the scent of mint gum on his breath.

You whined playfully, burying your face into the heels of your palms. Soonyoung chuckled, dipping his head to try and make eye contact with you to no avail.

"Hey," he drew out the single-syllable word. "There's no need to suddenly be shy with me."

You squirmed in his arms, only forcing him to hold you tighter and closer. You felt him gently tug at your hands and without much resistance, you let one fall from your face, one eye peering up at him.

Soonyoung did his best to suppress the growing smile on his lips. "I want to kiss you again – longer than three seconds."

His eyes were hopeful, though if you didn't want to continue, he knew to stop – with you he had to be patient. Just as he was about to voice this, you unveiled the other side of your face and snaked your arm in between his neck and the pillow.

Your lashes fluttered prettily as you shut them, a small breath fell between your pretty lips.

"Okay," you whispered, tilting your face in his direction.

"I'm counting," Soonyoung warned. You could feel his warm breath fanning across your lips just as they touched.

You probably kissed for a good 240 seconds before the both of you ran out of breath.

Soonyoung lost count at twenty seconds.

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