#fic: stars above songs below

[siravalondulac]

redder the cloak | j. snow x fem!oc

summary: a cloak the colour of blood, a beast roaming the woods, and debts needing to be paid

tags: non-con (non graphic, not between main pairing), smut (f/m, size kink, knotting, blood kink), angst, canon-typical violence

word count: 4761

Once upon a time there lived a girl so kind and gentle that everyone loved her if they merely looked upon her. She grew up in a tiny hunter’s village, and was taken good care of by her parents. In turn, she took good care of her grandmother, who lived deep in the darkest parts of the woods. Every few days, the girl would take the dangerous walk to bring the ageing woman food and give her company.

When the girl was young, the grandmother had gifted her a beautiful cloak the colour of blood, and the girl had liked it so much she had refused to take it off. As she grew and therefore outgrew the cloak, the grandmother made her a new one. And she repeated this until the girl had reached womanhood.

The girl was named Cerelle, and her beauty rivalled that of the sun itself.

On her walks through the forest, Cerelle made a friend.

He was her age, and appeared fairly human - if one ignored the elongated canines, claw-like nails, and love for raw meat.

(Once Cerelle found out about that last thing, she made sure to always put aside some of her father's catch for when she met her friend again.)

He had no family and no home. The boy never even left the woods, even though Cerelle tried to get him to come to her village with her. But he remained steadfast, refusing to reveal whence he came from, instead leading all their conversations back to Cerelle.

The boy was named Jon, and he was there every time Cerelle entered the forest.

As the years passed, so did the girl's parents.

It was as peaceful as can be. They had contracted a winter's disease and after a valiant fight had succumbed to the illness.

The funeral was a small affair; the villagers not having much time for anything else in the deep of winter. Cerelle did not shed her cloak even for this occasion.

She was a sight to behold, truly. With her long, golden curls, her white dress paired with the blood red cape, and the frozen tears running down her cheek, few could keep their attention on the ceremony. Many a man’s mind now started to wander.

Cerelle was almost a woman grown now, and without guardians to protect her.

Every three days, Cerelle visited her grandmother.

The Lady Joanna - as she liked to be called by those who were not immediate family - demanded so of her granddaughter. As well as to be brought fresh food on every visit.

The girl had trouble on some days scraping together enough so that her grandmother did not scold her. Especially during winter, when she could not simply grab some fruit from her backyard to bring her.

She had been propositioned by some of the men in the village: food for her grandmother in exchange for her hand in marriage. Cerelle had refused them every time. She did not want to tie herself down, still holding out hope she could one day leave and explore the world her father had told her about.

Of course, she could not do this as long as her grandmother refused to leave her cottage in the middle of the woods.

It was not for a lack of trying. She did, and often. But the reasons for the old lady to stay remained a mystery to the girl, so she failed to convince her grandmother to leave these lands with her.

Jon listened to every word of frustration muttered by her, and remembered it all.

Some time after the girl's parents had passed, a beast started haunting the village and its surrounding woods.

It killed the hunters’ prey and the farmers’ cattle, and one of the men swore on heaven and earth he had almost been eaten by the creature himself. The fact he couldn't keep his story straight on what it had looked like did not lend much credence to his tale.

Cerelle told Jon about what had been happening (as she did with everything else). She admitted she did not feel frightened by the beast - it was likely just a pack of wolves that had migrated to the area - but that she did feel concerned about its existence nonetheless. It had already left scratch marks on one of the men's huts, and what if it entered her house one day?

“Someone told me that my red cloak would appear like blood to the creature, marking me as a target. I mean, he was likely just trying to scare me, but what if there is some truth to it?”

He promised her the beast would never harm her, and she believed him.

The older Cerelle grew, the bolder some of the men grew in their advances.

Benjiamin tried to lock her out of her own house when she returned in the evening one time, as he assumed she would want to stay with him for the night - where he would have gotten her to give up her maidenhead to him, forcing her to marry him. She simply climbed in through the hole in her roof - the one no one had been kind enough to repair for her.

Tristan stole her cat Tommen, saying he would return him once she agreed to marry him. She went over one morning, hit him across the head with a piece of firewood she found in his yard, and took her cat back home.

Ramsay managed to kidnap her and lock her in his basement, threatening her with her grandmother's starvation if she didn't give in to him. She luckily wasn't kept in there for long, her other suitors so appalled by this behaviour that they broke her out. The man received a stern talking-to by the village elders for almost raping her, and Cerelle received a slap across the face by her grandmother for missing a day's delivery.

A week later, the man was found in his bed with his chest ripped apart, and Cerelle couldn't find it in herself to care.

Jon started bringing her flowers one day. They all appeared freshly plucked - even in the midst of winter - and he never brought her the same one two times in a row, but what confused her even more was that they were all of the brightest blue.

“They remind me of your eyes,” he told her sheepishly.

She accepted them all with a smile, storing them in her basket, and later evaded her grandmother's questions about them. Those flowers were for her and for her alone.

Cerelle had tried to get Jon to tell her where he got them from. He showed her much in those woods - fairies hiding in trees, leaves that glowed in the dark, a beautiful meadow where they had spent the odd evening together. But never where he got those flowers from.

“That would break the magic, wouldn't it?”

He told her this every time, and she supposed she agreed with him.

Some time during spring a hedge knight came across their village.

He was housed and fed, and told them of his adventures in return. Of riding in tourneys before kings and queens, of sailing across the seas, of meeting more people in one day than she had met in her entire life.

Few of the people in the village actually paid attention to his words, but Cerelle did - which the knight noticed. She started questioning him about everything he had experienced, wanting to learn more about the lands beyond her forest. He obliged gladly, smirking at her curiosity.

The day the knight left their village, he asked her if she wanted to join him on his further travels, as he had seen that she was destined for things beyond her little life.

She almost said yes, especially after she saw her suitors standing in the distance. But she declined. For her grandmother’s sake, she tried to convince herself, even though she knew the truth in her heart.

Cerelle cried into her blood red cloak that night, and mourned the life she could have had.

Despite how miserable she was, walking through the forest with Jon always brought her mood up.

She didn't know why she felt that way. She had never even entertained the idea of getting entangled with a man, even less so getting married to one, yet every time she looked into those dark grey eyes she never wanted to be parted from them.

It certainly wasn't love what she was feeling. If that were the case, she would have felt something similar at least once in her life before. No, her and Jon were friends. Just friends.

It could never be love, she told herself at night before going to sleep, because she knew nothing about where Jon was from. And you could never be in love with someone without meeting their family.

He had never met hers either.

At least he knew where they lived.

Cerelle was not in love with Jon, and that was what she repeated in her mind as she brought herself to completion at the thought of him.

Her grandmother once asked her when she was getting married.

Cerelle had tried changing the topic, to get her to talk about anything else - the harvest, the weather, even the beast that had only increased its attacks in the past year - but the old woman wouldn’t let it go.

She droned on about how important it was that her granddaughter was taken care of and that someone with her beauty had no right still being unmarried. Talking about all of her prospects in the village, even though someone like her should settle for nothing less than the future chief.

“But he’s awful,” she said quietly, stirring the pot of soup before her.

“That is of no importance. Why do you think I gave you that cloak? Certainly not to stay hidden in the shadows, my dear.”

She almost threw up at that.

At one point, Cerelle almost told her grandmother of Jon, of how he touched her hands, how her heart skipped a beat whenever he silently appeared next to her, how she wished for nothing more than to fall asleep in his arms. But she knew she could never, ever mention him to her.

If the Lady Joanna found out her precious granddaughter had fallen for a lone wolf, only the gods knew what she would do to her.

Instead, she accidentally let slip that the men of the village would likely prefer she marry all of them, that way they could all fuck her at least once without any repercussion from the village elders.

And though she hadn’t used that word in front of her grandmother, she certainly did.

Not only did the old woman slap her in annoyance that her granddaughter had all these opportunities and took none of them, she started a long and embarrassing ramble about a wife’s duties in bed.

She quickly tuned her grandmother out, and instead wondered if Jon had any experience pleasuring women.

One day, Cerelle returned to the village to find her hut aflame.

She knew, of course, that this didn't occur naturally, but it didn't stop her from crying out in fear. Everything she had - everything that had been left to her by her parents - had been inside that hut. And now it would all be gone.

She called out for her cat, and when he didn't come, she dropped her basket with Jon's flowers inside and ran for the hut.

Before she could cross into her yard, however, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her middle, pressing her back against a male body.

“I guess you have nowhere left to hide, princess,” Euron whispered in her ear. “Come with me, and I'll take good care of you.”

She kicked him in his balls and punched him across the face before running into the burning building.

Her cat was cowering in an as-of-yet untouched corner, crying out for her, scared but unharmed. She quickly grabbed him, unable to keep her tears contained, and hurried outside.

She was covered in ash as she stood before the village, everyone staring at her in anticipation. After all, she had to choose one of them now - unless she wanted to die of frostbite in the winter woods.

Silently, she walked past all of them, sinking down against a tree at the forest's edge.

Cerelle pressed her trembling cat against her, and wept.

Euron wasn't the chief, nor the chief's son. He was… well, Euron. Maniac, disturbing, and deeply devoted to some ancient religion he refused to explain.

For some reason, the village elders listened to him, so when he, after watching the ridiculous betrothal attempts from afar her entire life, stepped forward and demanded her as his wife, they immediately agreed. She had no say in the matter.

He forced her into his hut and into his bed, not giving her even a moment to comprehend what was happening to her. Nor did he allow her to take off her blood red cloak.

Euron was the one who visited her grandmother for a week, locking her behind shut windows and a barred door. He took more food to her than Cerelle had been able to find in half a year. Dowry, he called it.

He had wanted to know what he must do to be let in. When she tried brushing him off, saying her grandmother would trust him upon knocking, he had grabbed her throat and demanded the exact words she said before entering.

“Cerelle, who brings food aplenty. Grandmother, please, allow me entry.”

One of those nights, when she laid beside him, he started feeling her up. Letting his hand wander underneath her dress and up her leg. She grabbed his arm before he could reach her cunt.

“You are not allowed to touch me until our wedding.”

“I am not allowed to fuck you until our wedding. The elders never said anything about touching.” He easily wrestled out of her grip. “Besides, I want to know what I won.”

That night, as he buried his fingers inside her, she wondered what Jon was doing. He had no idea where she was, nor what had happened to her. Perhaps he had already forgotten about her.

She came with Jon's name on her lips, and afterwards hid in a cupboard as if she were a child.

Cerelle asked Euron after a week of being locked inside when she was allowed to visit her grandmother again. She didn't want to see the old woman again, but it seemed like the only excuse good enough to get her out.

“And risk you running away? You know I cannot do that, princess.”

Princess. She didn't know what in the seven hells got him the idea to call her that, but every time he did a shiver ran down her back.

She tried to convince him, coming very close to begging at several points, but nothing seemed to work.

At least not until he spread his legs on the chair he was sitting in, grinning widely, and told her he would let her go this once if she pleasured him.

Everything seemed more appealing in this moment - including having every man in the entire village have a turn at her - but with the way he looked at her it seemed like the only way to see Jon again.

One final time before her wedding.

She sucked his dick, wondering if Jon would have been equally as rough with her, and threw up behind the hut afterwards.

After the fire, when she had been dragged to Euron's hut, she hadn't been able to grab her basket, losing it and the blue flower within for what she assumed to be forever.

But it was alright. She had found a smaller one, and filled it with whatever she could grab, including a piece of meat she put right at the top. It was bigger than what she usually took with her, as an apology.

Euron had pressed her against him before she left, nose buried in her golden curls.

“I will get you the beast's hide as a wedding gift.”

She assumed it had killed some of his birds, otherwise she couldn't explain his sudden obsession with the creature.

The beast had ramped up its carnage over the last few weeks, apparently not halting before humans again. The villagers were frightened, many having thought Ramsay was the exception, yet Aegon had been the next to have his chest ripped apart.

She set off without fear in her heart, and hoped Euron would be next.

Winter had set in in full during her imprisonment.

Cerelle did not mind. In fact, she quite welcomed the cold seeping through her clothing and directly to her bones. It numbed the pain in her jaw.

The snow had been falling for days now, meaning she had to trudge through quite the masses. Adding to this was that she had only set off at midday, and she knew this would become an even more miserable day than it already had been.

Jon hadn't shown up when she entered the forest, but it only concerned her for a moment. It perhaps just wasn't a day they usually walked together.

Cerelle knew what she wanted to do when he appeared. First, she would kiss him and finally find out what his lips tasted like.

Then she would tell him what had happened to her, and beg him to run away with her. It was winter, she wouldn't survive alone, but with him and his inhuman senses she could. They both could.

Of course, she could only tell him of her dreams if he showed up. Which he would, she was sure. He always did. They cared about each other, why would he suddenly abandon her?

She walked against the increasing snowfall, and refused to let the tears fall.

It was already dark when Cerelle arrived at her grandmother's hut. Alone.

A single candle shone through one of the windows. The old woman likely was already getting ready for bed and would not want her around for long. All the better. That way she could head back sooner. Back into her betrothed's bed.

Jon had likely moved on already. His outrage at all her previous suitors’ antics was just to make her feel better. Besides, if he had truly liked her, he would have explained the magic in his blood.

Cerelle knew she would be questioned by her grandmother about her pending marriage. The old woman would base her questions on whatever Euron had told her - if he had actually visited her - and barely listen to whatever her granddaughter would say.

Thick snowflakes fell all around her as she lifted her hand up to the door and knocked.

A voice called from the inside. “Who goes there?”

“Cerelle, who brings food aplenty. Grandmother, please, allow me entry.”

The door swung open at her words. She stepped inside, looking around expectantly for her grandmother to appear from somewhere. Usually, she would sit on her chair by the fireplace, immediately starting a lecture about whatever thing she disliked about Cerelle that day. But the old woman remained hidden.

“Grandmother?”

Food stacked in the kitchen. The burning candle stick had almost disappeared. A strange smell lay over the entire hut.

She hesitantly walked through the room towards a red curtain, lined with gold. Behind it lay her grandmother's bed - which she would be sleeping in, safe and soundly, and then complain about being woken.

With a shaking hand, Cerelle pulled it aside.

Before her lay her grandmother, chest ripped apart, blood soaking the bed underneath her. And above her sat a creature, its face dripping, fur covering it from head to toe. Pointed ears grew from beneath its black curls.

The beast looked up - interlocking its dark grey eyes with hers. The fire died.

She dropped her basket, and ran.

Cerelle would never be able to outrun the beast.

That became clear as she stumbled through the forest, fighting against the snowflakes in her face, the growling behind her getting louder and louder.

She should have never left the village. Why hadn't she just married one of the boys falling over himself to have her? It would have never been a happy life, but at least it would have been one.

A howl echoed through the woods.

She broke through the treeline into her meadow, and she knew immediately that this was where she would find her end. How fitting.

Still, she tried to continue running, at least make herself believe that she tried her best. But with the thick layers of snow on the ground slowing her down that delusion crumbled right before her eyes.

Before she was able to even remotely react, the beast had thrown itself at her and brought them both to the ground.

She kicked and punched and screamed as much as she could, but she was no match for its strength. It easily turned her on her back, grabbed her wrists, and pinned her down. In this position, she was forced to look into its eyes - his eyes.

“Cerelle,” Jon said.

There were a thousand things she wanted to scream at him. Instead, a tear rolled down her cheek as she whispered, “Why?”

“You don't understand, I had to do it!”

“Only a monster rips open innocent people!”

“Innocent?” He growled. “None of those I killed were innocent. Unless you have been lying to me.”

Her? What did she-

Ramsay, who had kidnapped and tried raping her. Aegon, who had almost killed her because he assumed she was a witch. Benjiamin's sheep. Tristan's cattle.

She had been responsible for it all. It was her fault that the village had been living in fear for years. Perhaps Aegon had been correct in his assumption.

“But my grandmother-”

“-hit you for disobeying her,” he interrupted her. “Forced you to stay here and abandon your dreams. Agreed with Euron's plans on taming you.”

She blinked. “What?”

“You didn't enter the forest and I was scared for you. So I listened in on them, hoping to find out what happened.” He bared his fangs. “I can't even repeat what they were saying.”

Was that why Euron had insisted on visiting her grandmother? So that he could discuss what way of raping her would make her a pliant wife the quickest?

“I knew I had to end them.”

Them. He had said them.

She looked into his eyes - his beautiful, grey eyes that had accompanied her for almost all her life - and she knew the answer.

No one had ever done anything for her, not unless they expected something in return. Yet, here Jon was, staring at her like she was the centre of his universe.

She could only guess as to what he saw right now, kneeling above her. The snowflakes fell on her golden curls, spread around her head, entangled with the blood red cloak beneath her.

His face had inched so close, his hot breath fanning across her cheek. Cerelle's hands were still fixed to the ground by him, but that didn't keep her from making the stupidest decision of her life.

Jon was a beast, the kind of monster her parents had warned her about in their stories. He could tear her apart right now, if he wanted to.

She lifted her head, and pressed her lips to his.

Cerelle had long tried to imagine what being with Jon would feel like. On the snowy ground, in a winter's night, with him being half wolf had never been her ideal first time.

But she would make do. Especially if this was their only chance.

The moment their mouths had touched he had let go of her hands. She took this opportunity to grab his hair, pushing his face closer to hers.

He tasted of blood, and when her tongue entered his mouth and she cut herself on his fangs, her own got added to the mixture. This only seemed to make him go more feral.

Feral was a good word to describe Jon as a whole at the moment. He had started rutting against her as soon as their lips had touched, and once she swung a leg around his hip he sped up his movements. In an effort to take control of their messy kiss he even - accidentally, she supposed - cut her lip, but she did not give in. She began this, their entanglement was her doing.

They started tearing at each other's clothing, claws and nails cutting it and the skin beneath.

His still clothed cock rubbed at her center, and fuck, there was no way he could be this big. Perhaps it was his wolf form. Hopefully not, if what they were continued past sunrise.

She pushed his pants down just enough to free his dick, immediately wrapping her hand around it, tugging once, twice. Jon moaned into her mouth.

He truly was as big as she thought, and thick, and veiny, and oh, she knew she would enjoy this. If it did not rip her apart.

She guided him to her opening, his tip shortly rubbing over her pleasure point making her moan against his jaw. He simply pushed forward, urged on by her boot digging into his back, until he entered her cunt. Jon did not pause even then, forcing his cock deeper and deeper with every quick thrust.

It burned. She was being stretched beyond what she thought possible, and every time she thought he couldn't possibly go deeper, he did. Her walls clamped down hard on the intrusion, leading to her feeling every single bump and vein on his dick.

He finally, finally, was seated fully inside her, his hips pressing against hers and staying still for a short moment. His clawed hand traced the outline of his cock on her stomach, reaching far higher than should be humanly possible.

She opened her eyes, looking up at his. They had become fully black, no sign left of the boy she knew.

Jon answered her stare with one of his own. He grabbed ahold of her hips with his hands, pulled out until only the tip remained, before slamming himself in his entirety back into her.

She screamed out in pain and pleasure, desperately clinging to his shoulders as he started to violently use her cunt.

He attached his mouth to her left tit, sucking and biting in alternation, adding to the intense mix of emotions she already felt.

It all felt so good, and yet she couldn't even put it into words, Jon's never-ending thrusts punching the breath out of her.

She truly started wondering if he had had others before her. He seemingly knew how to perfectly rile her up with every thrust of his hips, every suck of his mouth, every trace of his fingers. And yet he also buried his face in her neck, panting like a confused dog.

A familiar tug started making itself noticeable in her stomach, only worsening as Jon's cock started to repeatedly hit that spot inside of her.

She knew it was over as soon as one of his claws gently grazed her pleasure point, seemingly remembering it from when this all started. Her walls tightened and she let out a loud moan as she came, soaking the ground beneath her in her essence.

Jon had apparently been close as well, because this brought him over the edge in an instance. He was only able to finish his thrust before he flooded her insides with his seed.

Fingers still buried in her sides he stilled above her, both their chests heaving.

Something started swelling at the base of Jon's dick, making her rip her previously closed eyes open in shock. Whatever that thing was, it was locking them together and not allowing any of his essence to escape her.

Jon looked… embarrassed, frankly.

“I'm sorry.”

“I'm not.”

She raised one of her hands from the ground to his cheek, pulling him down to her and pressing their lips together in a soft kiss. He buried his face in her neck again afterwards.

Cerelle stared at the sky above.

It had stopped snowing sometime during their tryst, making space for the stars to show themselves. The constellation of the Pegasus was clear to see during this time of year.

She would figure out where they would go from here, and she knew she would do everything with Jon by her side.

note: if you are intrigued by this fic and cerelle, might i direct you to the story this is inspired by: meet me in the dark, kiss me in the moonlight?

[naffeclipse]

One Soul to Another

Reader x Mermaid!Eclipse

Commission Info

I absolutely loved writing this darling hurt/comfort fic centered on Vanessa and Mer!Eclipse from In Deep Dreams Between the Waves for @counterbalance! The unlikely pair getting to connect while Y/N feels so much for their dear friend and dear mer is delightful.

Content Warning for mentions of death/violence/being eaten alive/mind control.

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The Rustbucket II floats gently along a calm ocean as the dawn waits to spread rosy-tinged fingers over the horizon and lighten the darkness of the salty waves splashing softly against the side of your boat. In the cabin, you stir gradually, still caught between dreams and the black depths filled with stars where you spend your nights with your giant mer.

A calm warmth fills your heart. The beautiful weight of Eclipse’s presence sits tenderly within you, and you swear his fingers still curve softly around you, cradling you close to his chest. His bioluminescence glows behind your eyelids with the strong, orange light of a bonfire. His soft warbles and purrs fall against you but distantly, held at arm’s length by your waking consciousness.

Eclipse?

He withdrew from you softly, setting you back into your sleeping mind like he was tucking you into bed. You blink slowly, your eyelids weighed down with sleep. He doesn’t often leave you so early. He looks forward to your shared dreams the most. 

Slowly gliding your hand over the thin coverlet, you push yourself up on your bed, supporting yourself on your elbows as you force your eyes to focus on the gray-dark light touching the ocean. It’s still so dark. A cool mist hangs in the air. The smell of seaspray clings tightly to your senses. Working up your alertness, you slip your bare feet over the creaking floors of the cabin and softly slip towards the doors leading to the deck. The glass windows are slightly stained with ocean water and you mentally jot down a note to clean those when you return to shore.

Peering out onto the deck, you find a very beautiful, rare sight.

Vanessa. Her arms are folded, leaning against the handrails with her blonde hair outside of her usual ponytail. It’s gotten longer. It falls over her shoulders and down her back. Bangs fall into her eyes from what little of her face you see. A thick-knitted cardigan of cream warms her against the early morning chill. 

Just beyond her, nestled in the water with his head above the surface, is Eclipse. The leviathan hides his great size just below. His lithe four arms are the length of ships and his long, serpentine tail is dark and beautifully frilled.

His eyes don't shift you, his brilliant yellow colors set entirely on your dear friend, but a gentle pulse ripples through your heart. 

Hello, seashell.

You silently hide in the shadow of the cabin, unwilling to disturb this moment for Vanessa. She hardly ever wants to see Eclipse. He reminds her too much of the vicious mer who took hold of her and compelled her into his horrid bidding. 

She has nightmares of his song, but she didn’t last night. You would have heard her screams.

The softest sounds of Vanessa’s voice slip through the calm ocean air. You quietly hold your breath.

“I don’t know how they found you,” she says softly. Her hands nervously knit one over the other, wringing and twisting her fingers. She hardly lifts her eyes to look at Eclipse. He’s trying very hard, you realize, to make himself small and non-threatening for her.

He warbles a low sound, sending ripples across the settled ocean surface. The slightest twitch of her brow follows.

You lean closer against the door, your ear pricking towards her. Maybe you shouldn’t listen in. Vanessa might have told you much but she hasn’t told you everything. Now that she speaks to Eclipse, you can’t help but wonder if this might be therapeutic, a way to help undo some of the damage done by Glitch.

“There must be a difference between a mer meeting a human when the mer is small and when they’re grown.” Her head bows deeper. “Do mers grow up without a human and decide to sink their ships, just because they can?”

Eclipse shifts in the slightest, his brilliant arrangement of frills crowning his head in bright oranges and yellows sweeping in a soft, comforting gesture. His attention remains on her. A soft note slips from him. A soothing sound you so often hear when a terrible dread creeps over you and you feel the wet walls of Glitch’s stomach closing in around you again.

Her eyes still don’t stray from him. A confusing need to calm her sweeps through you. You stand silently, hugging your arms in the quiet dawn-gray light. 

“I don’t know why a bad one found me. Why did he choose me?” Vanessa’s voice wobbles wetly. You almost step closer, to lay a comforting hand on her shoulder, but Eclipse rumbles gently. The sound seems to wash over Vanessa like a wave of sea foam. Slowly, she reaches up and touches her face, smearing something wet while clearing her throat. 

A radiance of patience and compassion fills you. The distant echo falling from Eclipse brims you with a warmth like sunlight dappling a watery surface. You shift and squeeze your hands together. You so often admire your mer in his wonderful care for you. Now you witness it for Vanessa.

She swallows thickly. 

“I think about it sometimes,” she says so quietly you almost don’t catch her words. “If he hadn’t chosen me, I would be dead like the rest of them. He would have eaten me alive.”

A tide of rage flows into your heart, not your own, but Eclipses. A shudder overtakes you. Closing your eyes briefly, you clench your teeth and breathe deeply, focusing on the wooden frame of the cabin and the soft creaking sounds of your boat.

Glitch is dead. Eclipse ripped him apart.

“But he did choose me,” she says quietly, haunted. “I’m alive.”

A low warble leaves Eclipse. He bobs along the surface and catches her gaze.

On the smallest ray of sunlight filling the horizon, you watch a tear drop into the salt of the sea off of Vanessa’s face. Her fingers clench, twisting in her cardigan sleeves. A rattling breath leaves her.

“He terrifies me still,” she whispers to Eclipse. “I think he’s hiding in my dreams, waiting to come back.”

A soft rumble leaves the giant mer. Eclipse slips the smallest bit closer, sending small waves out from his movement and splashing quietly against the boat. He softly parts his lips, keeping his teeth well hidden while singing a gentle note. A confirmation.

You feel his memory as if it were your own hands. One reached down into the gullet of the leviathan to find you and pull you free, and the other two pried Glitch’s jaw wider and wider until muscle and sinew ripped and bones cracked. Until the water turned red with blood. And he held you safe in his hands, your tiny body sinking into the safety of his grasp.

He’s dead.

Vanessa lifts her eyes to him. Her bottom lip trembles.

He cannot hurt you anymore.

You breathe out softly and clutch your heart. You wish Vanessa could hear his voice.

“I know,” she says, as if she did. She hunches lower along the handrails. Even when you were at her side in the time she couldn’t sleep and feared a singing voice, she never looked so small. Perhaps you are too used to her watching over you. She looked out for you when you were younger, always taller and wiser. Now you see her for the fragile state she remains in. Your heart squeezes within you.

A gentle wave of warmth seeps over your shoulders. You breathe again.

“I had no control.” Vanessa squeezes her hands into fists until the skin over her knuckles stretches white. “He forced me to lead every single soul to their death. I was burning. Resisting him was agony like he was going to cleave my soul from my body. I could never tell him no.”

She drags the heel of her hand into her cheek, eyes squeezed shut. Eclipse stays quiet, waiting until she can breathe again. You furl and unfurl your fingers but force yourself to be as patient as Eclipse. He knows what he’s doing.

“His song still lives in my head. When it gets too quiet, I hear it again. I think he’s back.” She trembles where she stands. Her hair falls around her shoulders and you wish to sweep it back to see her face and tell her it’s alright. Glitch is gone. 

“When I was face to face with him,” she stops and bites her bottom lip. Another tear fell down her face, “I was nothing. He could have crushed me. He could have speared me with one of his claws. I could do nothing to stop him.”

A wretched sob leaves her. Horror rips from her teeth. The breath drags out of her throat and you start, your heart breaking in the echo of her sound. Tears threaten to swell within your own eyes. No. You have to be strong for her now.

She doesn’t deserve this. She is as innocent as the ones Glitch killed.

Water softly sloshes down below. Vanessa stills. Rising to the handrails, one of Eclipse’s hands holds steady. He reaches the back of one crooked finger for Vanessa but leaves distance between true contact. Vanessa steps back once. Slick brine falls away from his skin and back into the water, dripping from his claws. Eclipse holds her gaze, steady despite the slightly bobbing boat. 

Her body is rigid, taunt like a prey animal about to race from a predator. Low, coaxing sounds fall from Eclipse’s mouth as he keeps his head below. Vanessa has the choice. He will not force it but a will of simmering need to comfort one so afflicted by Glitch, just like you, heats his very heart.

You touch your chest softly. You’re here, too. It’s okay.

In silent awe, you watch Vanessa ball up her hands and step closer. As slow as the rising sun now sending sharp rays of light across the sea, she loosens her fist and slowly, cautiously, sets her hand on one of Eclipse’s knuckles. He softly hums and warbles in encouragement. Vanessa stares. She still shakes—you fear she might fall apart and dissolve into another panic attack—but she breathes. Her shoulders heave. Carefully, she looks Eclipse in the eye.

A great swirl of pride opens within you, shared equally by you and your mer. 

“You’re so big,” Vanessa mutters, far away, as if she can’t quite wrap her mind around it. Or perhaps, she’s thinking of another mer entirely. Her eyes fall below the water. “But you can be gentle.”

Yes.

Eclipse shifts his gaze to you for the briefest moment. Your smile tugs on the corner of your lips. He chirrs gently before Vanessa looks up, and holds the leviathan's gaze once more.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, “I tried to kill you when I found you with them. You were small then, even smaller than them.”

He grumbles and trills, his grin splitting across his features as if he were allowing the incident to pass like water under a bridge.

She weeps once, her back shaking. She bows low and holds tight to Eclipse’s fingers and releases what you imagine to be a great flood of anguish over what’s been done. What Glitch did to her.

A whirlpool of revolt and hatred begins. The seaspray of Eclipse’s fury towards Glitch is a storm threatening to swallow all that draws near its spinning mouth. You lean deeper against the cabin door frame and brace yourself.

Wild visions cut across your vision, filled with violence and righteous anger. A soul bond is sacred. To take a human is to share a mer’s very being with them. The dreams, the pain, the love of a mer, anchored to a little human soul. To defile such a bond, to use it for mayhem and death is unforgivable.

Eclipse’s tail flicks below. A few gurgles of water flip and Vanessa stiffens in the slightest, her eyes straying to the movement. You feel the cords of his being tightened into control. The refusal to startle Vanessa just as he closed the distance between them, and listened to her woes. His frills lower and his arms calm, holding carefully still once more.

He can be gentle.

It is wrong what Glitch did. It is unfathomable to your giant mer, and you love him more for it.

You recall asking him if he would ever do such a thing to you. You were almost washed away by his revolt and disgust for such a notion, and you were stunned. You realized your error in even asking. 

No, Eclipse could never do such a thing to you. You look at Vanessa. She didn’t deserve it.

It’s alright, you soothe inwardly, brushing against his own heart. She’s safe. No mer will ever hurt her again.

A great rumble of agreement joins your thoughts. Vanessa slowly takes her hand back and wipes the slickness sticking to her skin on her cardigan. 

“Thank you,” she says at last. Her voice is small and weak, almost crackling with emotion. “If it wasn't for you and them…”

She rubs a hand over her face, pressing down on her eyes as if to shove the alternative out of her very mind.

“I don’t want to think about it too much,” she concludes. Her hand lowers and she offers a rare, small smile to Eclipse. “Thank you. For being good to them.”

Eclipse yearns to tell her more, to flick his fins and tell her all that Glitch did is wrong, but he can only warble. Gratitude softly blossoms within you.

You’ll make sure to tell Vanessa for him.

Using the back of her hand, Vanessa wipes her face and smears tears over her cheeks until the new sunlight shines on her skin. It will dry soon enough. A deep breath echoes softly as she fills her lungs and lifts her face towards the sky streaked with the pale light of dawn. Relief, you think, paints her eyes a softer green.

Eclipse lowers his hand with a gentle gloop of water as it falls below the surface. He turns his attention fully to you. His stunning frills catch the yellow light and brighten it. His eyes glow gently as he holds your gaze. Vanessa slowly turns to find you standing there. Her shoulders push back. She exhales a rattling breath.

“Did Eclipse wake you?” she asks in a thick voice.

“No. I just heard your voice,” you offer gently. 

Stepping quietly, you cross the deck. Her smile is wet but real.

You open your arms for an embrace. She accepts, falling into you with her hands hooking around you tightly as if you were a lifesaver at sea. You gather her together and hold her tight.

Eclipse watches you both. His soft trills echo before Vanessa pulls away and wipes her face one last time.

“I’ll start some tea,” she says. 

“Okay, I’ll be there in a moment,” you nod. The tiny kitchenette in your cabin is nothing grand, but it will do well enough to get a pot of tea going.

You let her go, slowly leaning back against the handrails as she disappears inside the cabin with a quiet click of the door. 

A gentle purr from Eclipse follows, and you glance up at him with a soft joy filling you to the brim.

“Hey, big guy.” You smile.

Eclipse offers his hand, water rises until it surfaces with a slickness to his palm. Without hesitation, you accept, crawling onto the pads of his fingers and ignoring how your pajamas grow damp with his touch. 

He lifts you gently into the air. With a soft flick, he leans back and slips away from the rustbucket II but stays well within sight. You settle into his palm as if you were coming home. A pulsing warmth trickles between your ribs and into your heart. You hold his big, yellow eyes softly.

“Thank you,” you murmur. You reach out and stroke his thumb. “You were very kind to listen to Vanessa. I think it helps her a lot.”

Eclipse whistles a happy sound and you’re nearly bowled over by his sweet joy for being able to provide comfort to a human he is still getting to know. But below the harmonic chords of cheer, you feel a bitter tang. Upset at the thoughts of a terrible fate thrust upon a human. A bond crafted not to use for love, but for control.

You watch his lips pull back into a silent snarl. His teeth are powerful and large, shaped like shark incisors, but they do not scare you. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” you say softly. You shift to sit on your knees, waiting until he holds your gaze and loses the sharpness of his eyes. “It’s over now. You made sure of that.”

He killed Glitch. He told Vanessa just as much.

“You would never do such an awful thing,” you also press. You don’t need to tell Eclipse that, but you believe the mere thought grinds against his fins and scrapes his scales. 

You think back to the tiny mer you found on the beach with a hook stuck in his lip. He was so tiny, so afraid then. You were an unknown monster reaching for him, but then you set him free. Now here he is, holding you in the palm of his hand.

You smile and open your arms, a silent request.

He answers you without hesitation. Gently lifting you to his large face, he sets you against his cheek. His nuzzle is joined by a thick, vibrating purr and you laugh softly, pressing against his slick flesh. 

“See? It’s okay,” you tell him and stroke softly down the side of his face and brush a few of his swaying frills. “You take good care of me.”

And you take care of me.

You close your eyes and press just underneath the curve of his eye. 

“Yes,” you murmur.

A gush of warmth envelopes you far more than Eclipse’s hands. Slowly, he pulls you back and with a gentle lick of his tongue, swipes half your body in his fishy saliva.

“Eclipse,” you half laugh, half chastise.

Love you.

He trills and sings and lowers you back to his chest where he gently washes you with drips of salt water from his claws. You close your eyes—this must be what kittens feel like being washed by their mother’s tongue—until you are less fishy and more salty smelling.

He hums low and gentle, and as the sun rises higher and higher, you rest above Eclipse’s heart. The beautiful beat within is steady. You drift upon Eclipse until Vanessa’s voice calls out from your boat. Tea is ready.

[more-than-tender-curiosity]

for those of you asking for the garden scene (tumblr's search function is off the shits) it's below the cut. remember, the Princeton draft is from 1924-25, and it came before Trimalchio. It's handwritten and I'm still. trying to transcribe it. while working a full time job and still providing fic. it's coming. i promise.

After that I watched for Gatsby, and found him several evenings later, coming across my own lawn. He had lost a little of his ruddy tan and his eyes were bright and tired. We sat down on a bench in the yard.

“Going away?” I asked.

“No, old man. Why do you ask me that?”

“I hear you fired all your servants.”

“I had to have somebody that could keep their mouths shut,” he replied after a minute. “These two towns are pretty close together.”

“Where’d you find these?” I inquired, a little startled by the romantic revelation.

“They’re some of Wolfshiem’s people.” He broke off. “Can you come to lunch at Daisy’s house next Saturday?”

“All right.”

We sat for a few minutes in silence. Then he asked me if he could tell me about something that was on his mind, something that had happened to him when he first knew Daisy several years ago.

“Will I bore you?” He looked up quickly. “For God’s sake tell me if it’ll bore you.”

“It won’t bore me.”

They had been walking together down the street one autumn night when the leaves were falling, and they came to a place where there were no trees and the sidewalk was white with moonlight. They stopped here and turned toward each other. Now it was a cool night with that mysterious excitement in it which comes at the two changes of the year and Gatsby became aware that everything was alive. The quiet lights in the houses were humming out into the darkness and there was a stir and a bustle among the stars. He took a step toward her, perceiving out of the corner of his eye that the blocks of the sidewalk formed a ladder and mounted to a roof garden above the trees where one could suck on the pap of life, gulp down the incomparable milk of wonder.

His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the humming and the song. Then he kissed her. At his lips touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

…He didn’t really say any of this. What he said was that she had been an “ideal” of his, and that he’d never have such ideals about things or girls anymore.

“Well, you have Daisy,” I said. “After all she ought to be a pretty satisfactory incarnation of anything.”

“She is,” he answered without conviction. “But it’s a little like loving a place where you’ve once been happy.”

“You don’t know what you want,” I told him impatiently. “You wait three years and then after three weeks you’re tired.”

“We all grow old,” I told him. “It seems to me you’ve come pretty close to getting all your desires.”

“I haven’t got anything,” he said simply. “I thought for a while I had a lot of things, my house—“ He looked up at it for an instant— “and things like that. But the truth is I’m empty and I guess people feel it. That must be why they keep on making up things about me, so I won’t be so empty. Why,— Daisy’s all I’ve got left of a world that was so wonderful that when I think of it I feel sick all over.” He looked around with wild regret. “Let me sing you a song—I want to sing you a song!”

He began to sing a song in a low unmusical baritone. The tune seemed to be a rough compendium of all the tunes of twenty years ago. It went about like this:

“We hear the tinkle of the gay guitars We see the shining Southern moon; Where the fire-flies flit And the June bugs sit Drones the cricket’s single tune. We hear the lapping of the wavelets Where the lonesome nightbirds sing And the soft warm breeze Tell the tall palm trees The Dreamy Song of Spring”

“I made it up when I was fourteen,” he said eagerly, “and the sound of it always makes me perfectly happy. But I don’t sing it often now because I’m afraid I’ll use it up.”

Through all he said, even through the doggerel of the song, I was reminded of something that I had heard somewhere a long time ago. For a moment a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man’s, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. But they made no sound and what it was that I had almost remembered was incommunicable forever.

[vernons-girl]

Coup you do a drabble based on the song I don’t Understand But I Love You? I don’t really mind who it’s with ❤️ take your time please. Do not feel like you have to do it right away!

i don't understand but i love you | yoon jeonghan

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a/n: hello my love! thank you for your kindness, i hope you'll like this! i didn't follow the typical route people use when basing a fic on this song but i hope you'll like it still🫶🏻

As the evening breeze swept in from the sea, carrying with it the faint scent of salt and seaweed, you and Jeonghan found yourselves drawn to a secluded spot on the beach. The waves crashed rhythmically against the shore, creating a soothing soundtrack to your shared moment.

You couldn't help but steal glances at Jeonghan, your heart swelling with affection every time your eyes met. You reached out and intertwined you fingers with his, relishing the comforting familiarity of his touch.

Jeonghan glanced at you, his eyes reflecting the warmth of the setting sun. "Do you remember the first time we met?" he asked softly, a nostalgic smile playing on his lips.

You nodded, a fond expression crossing your face. "How could I forget? It feels like a lifetime ago, yet somehow, it still feels like yesterday."

A playful grin tugged at the corners of Jeonghan's mouth as he recalled the memory. "You spilled your coffee all over me," he chuckled. "But even then, I knew there was something special about you."

You laughed, the sound mingling with the gentle lapping of the waves. "I guess it was fate," you mused, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from Jeonghan's face.

He leaned into your touch, his eyes softening with affection. "Yeah, it must have been," he murmured. "Because ever since that day, my life hasn't been the same," he started, "Ever since, being with you feels like being home" he remarked, voice soft but filled with sincerity.

You smiled, your eyes reflecting the same affection.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in shades of pink and orange, you found yourselves lost in each other's gaze. In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of the ocean and the warmth of your love, you knew that no language could ever fully capture the depth of what you felt for each other.

You broke the silence after a little while, "Do you ever feel like our love transcends language?" you whispered, your voice barely audible above the gentle lull of the waves.

Jeonghan's gaze softened, his eyes reflecting the depths of his emotions. "Every day," he confessed, his voice a gentle murmur. "Sometimes words feel inadequate to express what I feel for you, but in moments like these, when we're together, it's like the silence speaks volumes."

You nodded in agreement, a smile painted over your features.

In the quiet embrace of the evening, you leaned in to capture his lips in a tender kiss, savoring the sweetness of the moment as the stars began to twinkle overhead.

In that fleeting instant, as the world faded into the background and all that remained was the two of you, you knew with unwavering certainty that your love was a language all its own — a symphony of heartbeats and whispered promises that echoed across the sands of time, binding you together in an eternal embrace.

[procyonloser]

Adamsapple mini ~space~ au that maybe I'll adapt into an actual fic after I'm done with eve of Adam.

Read more below the cut

Klaxons were blaring and the ship was painted in flashes of red and blue. His soldiers were running around like headless fucking chickens, trying to contain the fires and the leaks before they got out of hand, but bodies lay on the ground and they were drifting on no life support.

"Sir!?" His first officer screamed, holding her bleeding arm. Her eyes were wide in fear, fury, and a resolution that was quickly leaving him. But, they still shared a similar need for revenge.

They were outgunned. The traitors and outcasts had won, the scum of the fucking galaxy. Disgusting hybrids and freaks.

And the worst of all of them...

Adam stumbled to the front of his ship, stepping over the body of his navigator. He'd not live much longer, a piece of metal had gone straight through him in the last barrage. Lucifer's lead ship, the Morning Star, stayed locked onto them. He'd gotten a few good hits in on Charlie's ship, she'd not be able to warp out of here.

Adam stared out the window, and decided he had one song left in him.

"Attention, this is your fucking Captain speaking. Abandon ship. Get to your escape pods and get your asses back to Peter's Gate space station." Adam barked out, feeling a sharp pain digging through him with every word. Lute started to protest behind him, but he carried on. "I'm not leaving the ship, I wouldn't survive the trip anyway. Lute is your new acting Captain. Now - fucking go already!"

There was chaos as his soldiers realized all hope was lost and the fight was over for them. Lute had tears running down her face, but Adam just shook his head.

"I gave you an order. Get out of here unless you want to die too." Adam said, without looking back up at her. Instead, he focused on yanking the chuck of metal out of his stomach. His white and gold suit had been stained a deep red. The only spot of human blood on the ship.

"Sir-" Lute moved closer, but Adam just flopped down into what was left of the Captain's chair.

"I'm not going down without one last trick up my sleeve. Get out of here before I bleed out. I'm giving you one minute to get to warp." Adam finally met her gaze with a weary grin. She knew what it meant, and it took her a moment to find the courage to do what she knew she had to.

Leave.

By the time he saw her escape pod launch from the port, and eventually flash away in a beam of light, Adam's vision had grown hazy. His entire body felt cold from blood loss, or maybe it was just the systems of the ship failing in the depths of space.

Either way, he had enough in him to punch in the self destruct codes.

Hopefully, he'd damaged enough of their ships warp cores that one wouldn't be able to flee, maybe even Charlie's ship. He doubted Lucifer's ship was damaged enough, but he could always dream. That's about all he'd be doing soon.

Adam sighed and looked out the window, wondering what Lucifer was thinking right now. It didn't need to be like this, if he hadn't rebelled, hadn't fucked Lilith and made that revolting hybrid. Lucifer could have been King of more than just the trash of the Galaxy. Lucifer had been more than that to Adam, once upon a time.

"I'll see you in hell, Lucifer." Adam said to himself, closing his eyes, as the countdown neared zero.

But explosion followed, none that Adam remembered. Which meant, he thought, that he'd died beforehand. Or maybe the nuclear blast was enough so that he died instantly before his brain or body had the chance to catch up with the feeling.

So, then, why was he thinking?

Adam opened his eyes to a bright white light, which he remembered from ancient human history as the description of an afterlife, before they'd mostly given up on religions. Two pairs of eyes seemed to appear above him, floating there in the brightness.

"God?" Adam mumbled in confusion.

"No, but you can call me that if you'd like, sweetheart." Lucifer said mockingly, and Adam's vision became more clear. "I saved your sorry ass before your ship went kablooey. You're now a prison of my Kingdom and my ring of coalition planets, Adam. We'll be seeing a lot of each other from now on. How's mercy taste?" Lucifer's grin was sharp, pointed, predatory.

Adam remembered that ancient humans used to have another name for the devil.

Maybe he was in hell.

[wolves-and-stars]

FAMOUS WOLFSTAR AU FIC RECS

(A list of the the best famous AU fics, including youtube, musician/band, and acting)

1. Sex Pistols by ArtificialAorta (ffnet) 86k

MUSICIAN/BAND AU!

I love this fic, it was on my last list too, remus is the lead singer and gutarist for the punk rock band belladonna, and he meets the lead singer of the pop band maraders, sirius black, at a press tour.

The music the author mentions in the fic is so good, it really helps you get immeresed in the scene they mention the song for.

2. Stalking Sirius by remuslives23 (ao3) 36k

MUSICIAN SIRIUS BLACK

Journalist remus lupin finds out a secret about sirius black, the lead singer of the band marauders, and uses it as leverage to gain an interview with the ever mysterious and elusive singer.

3. Whatever Words I Say by orphan_account (ao3) 23k

MUSICIAN SIRIUS BLACK

Remus Lupin is hired by lily evans and her PR company to babysit sirius black, the lead singer of her husband's band, the marauders, after the latest media frenzy cause by Sirius' cavalier attitude. Remus realises maybe sirius doesn't act out because of any of the expected reasons.

4. Never Above You, Never Below by orphan_account (ao3) 5k

ACTOR SIRIUS BLACK

Sirius just wants to shop at tesco in peace when a young boy recongnises him and drags out his father, remus lupin. It would annoy sirius, except the guy is kind of cute. (Actor! Sirius, Single dad! Remus) starring baby teddy.

5. Addicted To The Magic by orphan_account (ao3) 14k

ACTOR SIRIUS BLACK

Remus runs into a stranger on the tube and gets swept up in a whirlwind romance, except he doesnt know what the starnger does or really anything about him. Maybe he'll find out at the party sirius' invites him to?

Side pairing of james and lily, but isn't boring like all the other ones, they actually have personalities other than being the boring hetero couple.

6. Forever Is a State of Mind by orphan_account (ao3) 25k

YOUTUBER AU!

Remus lupin is runs a dance youtube channel, where he posts choreographies with his son teddy. He's also deaf and people find it hard to understand how someone who can't hear music could love to dance so much, people like rita skeeter who hires snape as a terp for a new paper article she wants to write about him. Except sanpe is the kind of terp that only signs SLS, remus runs into james, CODA, who helps him out. He also happens to introduce him to sirius black his best mate who is a MUA youtuber, with a decent amount of followers.

With a side pairing of polyamorous james/lily/regulus raising harry together. (Y'all dont understand this fic made me jump in the jegulus train way back in 2016, and ive been patiently waiting for all of you to catch up)

7. real life has no appeal by orphan_account (ao3) 7k

YOUTUBER AU!

Sirius, james and peter have a channel where they break into places overnight, trying to escape getting caught. James starts dating lily, who happens to be remus' roomate. Remus has his own channel, less break-in, more artsy. Sirius happens to text remus. They happen to fall for each other.

8. Wizard beat by eprime

MUSICIAN REMUS LUPIN

Sirius black is remus lupins biggest fan, their new roomate john finds his passion for the singer very annoying. Sirius finds his new roomate annoying, or does he?

9. The Prom Date by xivz (ao3) 48k

MUSICIAN SIRIUS BLACK

Remus Lupin does something very out of character, he sends a promposal video to Sirius Black, the very famous singer/actor/model who hes had a crush on for wuite some time.

Siruius Black happes to accept his request. And is determined to break the rules of their contract by relentlessly pursuing him.

10. The tell-all end-all with Sirius Black by wolvesandstars 1.5k

MUSICIAN SIRIUS BLACK

This one is by me, sorry about the shameless plus, i really wanted the list to have 10 in them.

Give it a try, its about how the paps speculate about sirius blacks mystery boyfriend and all the conspiracies surrounding him and his ex-best friend and ex-roomate remus lupin.

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[sugoi-writes]

A Morningstar - Angel!Lucifer (Samael) x GN! Reader

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A/N- Some of my fluffiest works are written at 3AM when I'm at my lowest, YKNOW? So keep in mind this is loose, dialogue heavy, and just... Fluffy? Feel good, with bits of angst as well. This glosses over/ignores the canon, Lilith/Eve/Adam, I just... High key Angel Luci is so precious and just wanna treasure this mess of an Angel. This is just indulgent fluff dhdbdbs

(If you want to feel the sense of longing that Angel!Luci feels in this fic, listen to Wildflower by Billie Eilish-- it's SO heart wrenching to me, and perfectly captures the way Lucifer struggles with his feels-- Feels like it's a GOOD Canon!Luci song, too!) Dhdjdjsj ENJOY ❤️

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You glanced over your shoulder when you heard the rustling in the bushes, hands pausing mid preening,"...Samael?"

The angel from on high peeked from his hiding spot sheepishly, smile wide and betraying his mischievous mood," Did I scare you~?"

You laughed, soft and warm like the autumn breeze, shaking your head," No, I'm afraid not. But, I can pretend if you'd like~"

The angel's cheeks glowed with a golden hue as you laughed again, lips jutting out in a dramatic pout," Where's the fun in that?"

You pat the ground next to you, chuckling," C'mon now, Sammy. You know I'm just kidding~"

Like an animal offered fresh food, Samael flew to your side eagerly. His robes danced, billowing like a ball gown as he lowered himself to the ground, hands splayed in the grass beside you," I know~ Just like I know I'll get you... Someday~"

The two of you laughed as he began tickling you, heads thrown back from the strife. In all of your play fighting, Samael had always known your weak spots, exploiting them as you cackle uncontrollably. You find yourself falling backward until you land on the ground, patting Sam's leg to tap out. Ever the good sport, the angel lets you breathe, watching as your eyes flit to the stars above you.

Sam wasn't far behind you, allowing himself to fall in a similar fashion at your side. His head came so close to yours that his halo bathed your hair in a golden light, as if allowing you to borrow it. He turns his head towards you after a moment, smiling all the same during your brief silence," Hey-- Lift your head for a moment!"

You look back to him, brows raised questioningly. When he rolls his eyes and reassures," It'll be nice, I promise", you can't help but oblige. When you finally tilt your head up and off the ground, you startle when you feel the rustling from below. When you look, you could see one of Samael's many wings, waiting expectantly for you to lay back down. Once you do, you relax fully, eyes fluttering at how soft his feathers were. You were cushioned all around, between the wings and the tall, bright clover grass that you laid on, you felt at peace. You returned to looking at the stars above you, smiling blissfully.

"They're truly beautiful, you know. The stars, that is...," you sigh, absolutely enraptured with the sight. Sam hums beside you, nodding in agreement.

"They are... Could you imagine how long that would've taken for someone else? Each star, handcrafted and made to look more dazzling than the next... But they're like you... They don't live forever." Samael's expression fell for a moment, before that trademark smile returned," B-But that's okay! Lots of beautiful things don't last forever... And, if it were up to me... I'd want to be a star too."

"Really?" You ask, turning to look over at your angelic friend," A star? I honestly thought you would've said like... A bunny... Maybe a duck? I know they're your favorite..."

Sam snorts childishly as he's caught red-handed," It's true, it's true... Ducks are... well, adorable! Irrationally so. But... I don't know. There's just something so... Breathtaking about stars. How they hang so high in the sky, lighting the way... Shining, dazzling, and spreading joy... That's what I want to do. I want to spread joy. Make people smile..."

"You've made me smile plenty already~" you coo, making Samael laugh dreamily.

"True, true... But if I could do that all day, everyday... I would become a star in a heartbeat."

Samael reaches a hand towards the Heavens, smile wide and full of wonder," And, if anything were to ever happen to me? I'd just-- poof!"

"Poof?" You question, eyebrows wide with worry.

"Well, yeah! When stars die, they... Explode? Most of the time, anyway. They make these startling, beautiful colors and displays; like a final act, y'know? A big BANG!!! If I were to die... I'd like it to be like that, y'know?"

You sit up, scooting closer until you're snuggled against him, laying your head on the angel's chest. You feel him stiffen below you, breath shallow as you lay a hand just above where his heart should be. He was warm, impossibly so... radiating a heat that was as intense as it was comforting. You ran your fingers over his well-woven, pristine robes, eyes heavy as you mull over his words.

"I don't like thinking about you dying, Samael..." You say after a while, worry dripping from your voice," It... frightens me. To think something could to happen to you."

You feel shuffling beside you, until your body is enveloped by large, gentle wings, bringing you impossibly closer. He didn't let you lament against him for very long.

"Well, it's great thing I can't die... You know? I never will. Because God, well... He made us this way. And-- even though you can--"

"Will--" you corrected, smile faulting.

"Even so-- I'll be there when you do. And I'll be sure to scoop you up; nice and safe in my arms. Straight to the pearly gates!!!."

You look up to him, eyes serene and sentimental," You promise, Sam? You'll take care of me when I do?"

The golden-blooded angel can't help but look away, your natural beauty far too much for his fragile, foolish heart. A shy pinky finger is offered to you, which you take tendering in turn.

"O-Of course! Who better than me? I've carried you before, and I will again! Someday... But not too soon, I hope."

You laugh as the thought crosses your mind, your fit dying down into a content hum as you let the fuzzy, warm feeling fester.

" I wish I were a star, too...," you remark, hoping to change the subject back to the sky above you," They're so beautiful...," you finish dreamily, staring up at the wide, star-clustered sky.

"Hah-- Why would you want to be less beautiful than you are now?"

You blink, mind going blank as his words wash over you," Wh-What was that?"

"I-I mean-- uhh--" Sam stiffens again, laughing awkwardly as he looks away from you," I mean-- God made you in his own image, right? You know, humans are... Special. Because even with as many stars in the sky, each one of you-- all of you-- will be so different. So beautiful, in your own ways. Ways that angels can't be; will NEVER be. I just... don't understand how you would seek to be something less beautiful than you are now. You're... You have been--," Samael struggles, mind crossing with visions of the past, present, and possible future.

"You will be-- a-are... One of the most beautiful humans I've seen, to boot... So... That answer just surprises me, that's all..."

You sit up in that moment, looking to Samael with wide, curious eyes," You... Think I'm beautiful, Sam? More beautiful than a star?"

The angel, still stammering and flustered, can't help but nod," I... Is that... wrong? I-I don't know, I... Just always felt that way. Specifically about you, that is. God made you so... Perfect. I don't understand why you would want to change that. To be something so much more inferior to you…"

"But you-- you wanted to BE a star, Sam. Don't you think you're beautiful, too?" you ponder, leaning over him. Your hair framed his flustered face, making you feel much closer than you already were. The gold that festered in his cheeks made his hair look much paler in comparison.

"N-No! Well, not like you are-- uhh, humans are," Samael explained, the words feeling strange but true on his tongue.

" I... I don't view angels the same way I do stars. Nor like humans, we... we have finite purposes. Jobs assigned to us. We are to perform and do these things, serve the Lord, and a litany of other things... For forever. Meanwhile you-- you have free will! You will grow, live, experience things-- haha! There's sooo much you don't know, and yet: you'll still continue on. You get to live as you like. You'll get to choose what fulfills your life, and... It's just... it fascinates me. How different you can be. A life that is limited is much more enchanting and amazing than one that will never change or end. So, yes... If I were able to, I would become a star. Because at least then... I could be half as beautiful as you."

"And not a human...? You'd never wish to be a human?" You ask, soft as a whisper as the angel gazes up to you.

"N-No... No, I could never hope to be as beautiful as you. A-As uhh-- humans! So no, I'm-- I'd be content to be a star... Maybe one that lights the way, y'know?"

You feel your heart squeeze, almost fluttering with a feeling you've never experienced before. You feel... warm all over, head soft and unfocused as the first few beams of dawn begin to light up the sky. Just above your head, a cluster of morning stars blaze on, as if to create a crown just for you.

"Samael...?" You ask, smile chaste and honest as you stare down to the angel below you. Said angel feels his spine tingle, swallowing audibly,"Y-Y...yes? Yes, what is it?"

"Thank you. For sharing how you feel... And... For calling me beautiful. If it means all the same to you... I find you quite beautiful, too. Much more than a silly star in the sky~" You lean down, hesitating for a moment, before placing a kiss to the angel's pale cheeks. A flourish of color fills his face suddenly, mouth agape at the gesture. You hadn't realized how much more the words mattered when they came from you.

"I-I-I-- uhh-- Y-Yeah!!! Hahah, yeah, o-of course! Why-- ANYONE would agree! That you– YOU’RE beautiful, not me, haha! They-- they'd simply be lame, BLIND if they couldn't see your worth-- Y-Your beauty!"

You can't help but chuckle as you watch Sam unravel beneath you still, laying your head back down on his chest as you allow him to bristle and fidget below you. This gesture, to Sam's relief, spares him the butterflies he gets when he gazes into your eyes.

"Sam?"

"Y-Yes?"

"I mean it. Thank you. And... can we lay like this? Just a little longer?"

Samael's hands hesitate, but eventually wrap around you as you hum in approval," O-Of course... anything for you." After what felt like a few moments, Samael could hear the sounds of your breathing slow, heart beating just as leisurely as you drifted off into slumber. Sam didn't dare to move a muscle, watching as the stars melted away under the sun's intense gaze.

"...that's what I want to be... A star. A morning star,” Samael whispered to no one, eyes filled with a longing that has always been etched into his core.

Sam runs a hand hesitantly through your hair, sighing as he feels you nestle closer to him," ...a sign that the day is just beginning. A new start, a new cycle... Hope, joy… I want to be that. I want... I'd like to be that for someone. Heavens, I want something new... To be a part of something new."

Sam dares to look down to your sleeping form, feeling his chest tighten at the adorable sight before him. With one cheek smashed against his chest, you looked much like a small animal, getting cozy and comfortable before a long rest. He was oh-so tempted to touch your other cheek, to feel with his hands how soft they were…but he held himself back from such a tender, foreign gesture.

He exhales shakily, eyes falling closed," I wish... I could be a part of yours, y’know. More than I am now. I want to watch you shine…”

Samael can see visions of you dancing across his mind, visions of what you had to gain or lose by being his friend. And Heavens, even more, if he were so lucky. One vision appeared that always frightened him. Your visage distorted, with large, proud horns protruding from your head. The image made him shiver from the implications… Before his visions' hand reached for yours, kissing your demonic knuckles affectionately.

“...Because I know you'll be the brightest of them all."

[rogueddie]

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[starrylothcat]

Quiet Love

Crosshair x Gender Neutral!Reader One-Shot

Summary: Crosshair pops the question 💍

Warnings: None? Feelings, some angst, sappiness. Softy soft Crosshair. Some kissy. Reader not described. AU Crosshair is on Pabu and wants to marry you. He deserves it. In the context of my fic a cycle = a year. 1200 words

Author’s Note: Idk I just have Crosshair feels. Song inspo when I was writing this: Eric’s Song by Vienna Teng 🫶

Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! Also we need happier Crosshair gifs 😭😂

Strange how I fit into you // There's a distance erased with the greatest of ease // Strange how you fit into me // A gentle warmth filling the deepest of needs

The sun was sinking below the horizon, scattering magnificent hues of purples, pinks, and reds over the ocean. A slight breeze carried the smell of salty air and distant rain. Puffy thunderheads were forming high in the atmosphere, promising tropical showers.

You and Crosshair were sitting quietly, watching the sun disappear as stars blinked into existence above.

You were good at this, embracing stillness, savoring one another’s quiet presence.

After so long being at war, living in a Galaxy that was torn apart and was still being pieced back together, quiet is now calm.

Quiet is peace.

Quiet is love.

Four cycles have passed since you first saw Crosshair on the island.

Four cycles of being drawn to one another by an invisible force, filling the holes in your hearts that you never thought would close. Finding solace in one another’s company, finding forgiveness where you thought there was none.

He was afraid at first, when he realized his feelings for you. Frightened if he let you get close, his darkness and fears would spread like a disease and corrupt you. He was a broken man, his past still weighing heavy on his soul, even after the forgiveness of his family.

Slowly, the gracious and patient light that radiated from you burned through his shadows and he let you in. You both tread carefully at first, but as time went on, and more of his walls came down, the more he let himself fall for you.

Your love was a quiet one, but it was strong. It didn’t need to be loud.

Whether it was his hand on the small of your back when you were in public, or having a cup of caf ready for you in the morning exactly how you liked. How he’d worship your body behind closed doors, confessing his desires and need for you, quiet admissions from his heart, trusting you with his most vulnerable self.

Crosshair felt at his pocket as you sat, you not noticing as you watched the sunset. A ring was hidden in his pocket, something that he’s had for some time.

You held his heart and entire being in your hands. He knew you didn’t need a ring from him to realize his devotion to you. He didn’t either.

But you were willing to accept and help heal the heavy burden that was his heart and his love.

It was all he could do to let you know that you were his forever.

If you said yes.

A dark part of him wondered if this was all a dream, too good to be true. How could someone want to be with him, after all that he’s done? He wasn’t the best with words, but he was trying. He hoped it was enough.

You felt Crosshair’s arm snake around your shoulder, pulling you closer into him. He usually saved acts of affection like this when you were truly alone, but the veranda you had found was tucked away. You wouldn’t be bothered any time soon.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, your shoulders pressed together, the sun slowly fading in the distance. You looked at him, giving him a soft smile.

“It’s beautiful.” You uttered, bringing your hand over his that was draped over your shoulder.

“Hm.” Crosshair grunted in agreement, glancing down at you, the dimming sunlight casting a warm glow over your skin. You brushed your lips against his, content in this moment. Crosshair accepted your kiss, deepening it by leaning more toward you.

His hand that was free secretly slipped down to his side to his pocket. You didn’t notice what he was doing, too lost in his kiss. Crosshair pulled away from you, knowing it was now or never. His arm left your shoulder, leaning away from you slightly. That’s when you noticed he was holding something out to you in his hand.

You stared, taking a moment to realize what he was holding. It was small and shiny. You focused your eyes and realized it was a ring.

You gawked, trying to process what he was offering to you, and why.

The gears turned in your head, your mouth opening and closing, at a loss for words.

Was he…was this?

“C-Crosshair?” You whispered, your voice shaking, looking between him and the ring. “What…what is this?”

He didn’t say anything as you continued to gaze at the ring, not wanting to misinterpret the gesture.

“I’m not getting down on one knee if that’s what you’re expecting.” He grumbled, shifting in his seated position, waiting for your answer.

Tears filled the sides of your eyes, his words solidifying exactly what he was asking you.

And he was doing it in the most Crosshair way possible.

“Crosshair, are you asking me to marry you?” Your voice was hoarse, your heart pounding in your chest.

Crosshair rolled his eyes, yet his expression was soft.

“Yes, why else would I be giving this to you?”

He held the ring out further, gesturing for you to take it.

You gently took the ring from his hands, turning it in your fingers.

Embedded in the band was a jewel in your favorite color, catching the light of the setting sun.

“How long have you…?”

“Are you saying yes or not?”

You looked at him, seeing him intensely waiting, his eyes locked on yours. Was there a hint of nervousness deep in his eyes?

You gripped the ring in your hand, knowing your answer without a second thought. You slung your arms around his neck, pulling him into a flaming kiss.

“Yes! Crosshair, yes!” You gasped against his lips as his moved just as passionately against yours. You could swear you felt a weight lift off his shoulders, his body relaxing.

Tears were streaming down your cheeks as you kissed, his arms wrapping around you. Begrudgingly, you pulled away after what seemed like hours, realizing you were still grasping the ring in your hand.

“I love you.” You whispered as your lips left his. He squeezed you tighter. “I know.” You released him from your embrace, looking at the ring again in your hand, and looking back at him. You couldn’t help the wide smile on your face, though tears were still wetting your cheeks.

“Don’t get sappy on me.” He whispered, bringing a hand to wipe the tears from your face.

You huffed, grinning. “You’re calling me sappy?”

Crosshair chuckled, a rare small smile gracing his face, his sharp features softening momentarily.

“Well, are you going to put it on me properly?” You asked. Crosshair’s smile turned signature sly smirk as he took the ring from you.

With a gentleness only he could show you, Crosshair took your hand, sliding the ring on your finger.

It fit perfectly.

“Does anyone know?” You wondered, admiring how it looked, happiness flooding your entire being.

“Wrecker knows. Which means everyone does since he can’t keep a secret.”

You laughed as you leaned against him, both of you looking back at the sky, the sun now almost completely set. You placed your newly ringed hand on his thigh, his own hand covering yours.

You continued to sit silently, the last rays of light fading beyond the horizon. Nothing more needed to be said.

Quiet is peace.

Quiet is love.

@wanderer-six @pb-jellybeans

[siravalondulac]

paladin era dashboard simulator

(from this asoiaf fic)

🦋 harren-of-the-hal Follow

so when the golden paladin steals from a lord she's "a hero" and "our saviour" but when i do it i am "a wanted criminal"

🛞 darryofdarryofdarry Follow

they did also pursue her for being a criminal. not to be mean but that is a pretty big part of the songs. that she is a wanted criminal

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🐝 tridents-ruby Follow

🐉 vanceofatranta ☑️✅ Follow

this is "phony king of west'ros" erasure

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🍇 sallymydance Follow

view from my window

🍇 sallymydance Follow

lord toadface just burned it down. fml

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🥬 saltpants Follow

the golden paladin is in my town and i don't know why everyone is so obsessed with her. she's just some guy

🔮 witchqueen130 Follow

ask her to sing you something

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op it's been one week are you ok

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i think she killed him

🥬 saltpants Follow

i have... seen... things...

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🐛 wigglestone Follow

oh shut up, when did she sing this northern trash

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LITERALLY LAST WEEK AT MY LOCAL INN

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also 169.39.239.44 robb stark knows your location

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🦄 nimueandstarlight Follow

“average person burns 3 villages a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person burns 0 villages per year. Butcher Ben, who lives in cave & burns over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

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🌖 g0ld3n-pallad1n Follow

i hope the paladin steps on me

🐓 whenttheycame Follow

see, and that is the problem with today's youth. there is absolutely no awareness towards real-world issues and politics anymore, so much so that a majority of you are obsessing over an actual terrorist. and if you're not careful, lord lannister and lord vypren will punish you for supporting her

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"lord lannister" "lord vypren" just say you want to get fucked by them and move on

🌖 g0ld3n-pallad1n Follow

i know someone else i want to get fucked by

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🍒 tumble-mycherrycross Follow

my liege's daughter is constantly playing these weird ass "paladin" songs. all day. at full volume. if this doesn't stop soon i might have to do a jaehaerys

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while it is very sad she has been kidnapped, i am glad over the pause in music

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oh no

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🐎 horse-nation Follow

the paladin just visited stone hedge. i think i know who she would choose @ blackwoody

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she just threatened to kill your cousin

🐎 horse-nation Follow

and then flirted with another, you're not winning this

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❣️ rubysford Follow

my favourite genre of lord is the one absolutely obsessed with their lady wife. nothing can beat that

🔪 henrixdenrix Follow

benjiamin vypren and the golden paladin

❣️ rubysford Follow

what. what do you mean by that. what intel do you have that us lowborn are unaware of

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[crappymixtape]

summer mix // blurb request party

L E F T O U R L O V E I N O U R S U M M E R S K I N 🎶 drive over me, BETWEEN FRIENDS

REQUESTS OPEN • 4 OF 5 TAKEN // the sky is glittering with stars and the moon hangs lazy over steve's pool, the heat of the day still lingering on your skin as you sit down and dip your feet in. you can see steve's figure slipping through the turquoise water, just under the surface, trunks hung low on his hips and muscles pulled taut as he swims over to you. when he surfaces, he shakes his hair of the pool water, the ends stuck messy across his forehead and a grin tugging at his lips, "you gonna get in or what?" ( PARTY UNDER THE CUT! )

MIXTAPE INSTRUCTIONS keep in mind, these are steve-only asks! choose an emoji option below and send me the emoji in an ask here along with what details you want on each option! in order to make sure i don't leave any asks hanging i'm going to close my requests after i receive 5 of them – requesters will be tagged in their post when the ask is filled! xoxo *NOTE: please make sure you check each of the items i'll need for your ask! they're outlined below each prompt :) and let me know if you have questions! ♥️

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[nvthedasmode]

The Dread Wolf's Grave

Notes:

Very short one-shot fic inspired by the quote; 'They asked "do you love her to death?" I said, "speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life.'

Lavellan's name is Harellan, 'Raven' is Varric's nickname for her.

One of Harellan's nervous habits is rolling coins over her knuckles.

Set sometime during early Veilguard, Solas presumed to be at the Lighthouse rather than in a separate prison.

First ever fic! I am not a writer! I am just a lil guy with a lot of feelings!

And I am so sorry I have no idea how to write Solas and Varric lol.

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To say that Varric was uncomfortable was an understatement. It was one thing to ask a dwarf to live on the surface, another thing entirely to ask him to make himself at home in the Fade. Unfortunately, he had little say in the matter. The Veilguard had settled themselves within a deep pocket of the Fade; a safe haven from the blighted elven gods now roaming Thedas, and thus far it had proven to be a wise choice.

Their new home was where he emerged from now, and the morning silence (save for Bellara’s excessive snoring) was a welcome indication that everyone was still fast asleep. Or, at least, everyone but the one elusive elf he was looking for. Once he was confident he had not woken anyone up with his heavy dwarven tread, Varric’s footsteps established a leisurely pace as he descended the stygian steps weaving from the gilded door of the Lighthouse to the shifting island below.

The Dread Wolf’s corner of the Fade expanded before him, shimmering masses of Fade-touched rock floating across the enchanted vista as unhindered wisps of magic soared above him like stars against Kirkwall’s night sky. It was brighter, warmer, but still as commanding as the area of the Fade the fear demon had ruled. Some of the silhouetted islands in the distance would have been large enough to cast a city the size of Starkhaven into complete shadow, and some dipped deeper than even the oldest of thaigs. Smaller rocks housed old and ruined walls, frescos of the fabled wolf glowing faintly from the veilfire sconces and causing him to appear equal parts treacherous and feeble.

The littlest cluster of rocks presented an assortment of ancient elven … trees, Varric assumed. Their metal base gave way to a spherical head that sprouted sharp, golden branches. They wove intricate shapes that moved to shelter a gleaming emerald centre, glinting like fire. This group veered closer to the island he now trudged along, glittering vines with blossoms as large as ponds wrapping themselves around the jagged surfaces and reaching out to grasp their neighbour - a complex walkway of mystic bridges that connected the islands, forming an imposing jungle that served as a shrine to what once was.

Far above him, when he thought to look, Varric could have sworn he could make out the slightest shape of an azure city, light refracting across the landscape as if it was pouring through a window in a Chantry cathedral. The sight was often cloaked in a calculated mist, as though his eyes were intruding on an intimate scene between two lovers - but every time he rubbed his eyes to see it clearer, it had vanished.

Varric had learned that the island he had called home for the past few weeks could shift its appearance depending on his old friend’s mood. While the Lighthouse remained the same, often the Veilguard would wake up to see their interim home had a different garden to explore, each one shaped from Solas’ lonely library of memories. Sometimes there would be luscious fields of green, emerald blades swaying to a song none but they could hear as perfectly round drops of dew dissolved into dazzling specs of light. Other times there were seemingly never-ending pathways; rivers of crystal gems creating a map upon the island, waterfalls replacing cities and curious wisps building toy castles from motes of magic. Once, when Varric awoke in the dead of night (or as close as one could get to that, in the Fade), he peered out his window to see Solas strolling Skyhold’s grounds, his tired eyes never leaving the figures of Cole and the Inquisitor as they helped to soothe a dying woman lying by the campfire, clutching a fatal wound. Had Solas reached out to them, Varric did not know, for he had quickly retreated back to his bed to allow his old friend his privacy.

Today, as Varric disembarked the steps, the soles of his worn boots met an impossibly soft sand that shifted gently beneath his weight. Something resembling seashells dotted the ground, their surface gleaming and moving in a way that made them look more like creatures than collectible souvenirs. Out of baseless paranoia more than respect, Varric carefully picked his way across the fabricated beach to the towering figure in the distance.

Solas stood at the end of the beach, the ripples of the ocean creeping along the sand to stop just shy of the tips of his feet, as though magic itself dare not disturb him. He stood tall, gazing across his domain with an expression befitting his name as the manufactured breeze lifted the ends of his coat. Hands clasped habitually behind his back, a single gold coin rolled lazily across his knuckles, causing tiny spurts of reflected light to shower across his long fingers. Any reasonable dwarf back under the surface might have mistook it for magic.

“Good morning, Varric,” came his familiar voice. He spoke in barely more than a murmur despite Varric still being numerous paces away, yet he heard it as though they were standing next to each other.

“And here I thought it was only Rook who had to listen to your voice inside their head, Chuckles,” Varric shouted back, scowling half-heartedly when he saw Solas’ shoulders betray a small laugh.

Solas patiently waited until Varric had made it to his side before speaking again, finally turning his gaze to his friend with a playful smirk on his lips. “Ir abelas, I did not want to deny you the pleasure.”

Varric let out an indignant snort. “I’m starting to understand why so many dwarves stay below the surface.”

“To avoid speaking with me?”

“Now, now, I didn’t say that.”

“You did not need to,” Solas responded curtly. Varric was glad to see the smile still lingering.

At least he hasn’t lost his sense of humour.

The two fell into a comfortable silence, the sound of the waves crashing a few hundred yards ahead of them filling the space. Had he let his mind tune out for a moment, it would not have been unlike the mornings they had spent waking up to the sounds of the Storm Coast - Solas casting a protective barrier over the campfire before the Inquisitor burst into tears at the idea of going a single moment without her tea; Cassandra cursing from the edge of camp as she tried and failed to prove she could in fact approach a nug without scaring it away; Lace and Varric placing bets on how many more days it could rain before they all lost their minds. He wasn’t sure which put his back up more; being surrounded by suffocating grey and rain, slipping on lethal cliffs that never seemed to dry - or being in the Fade.

It was Solas who broke the silence first, as if sensing Varric’s unease. “How are you adjusting?”

Varric shrugged, stalling as he measured his response. It wasn’t in the nature of their relationship to lie to one another (or so I thought, he corrected himself), but he wasn’t about to start tearing apart his friend’s home either.

“I can’t exactly say I’m keen to settle down and start a family here, but I’ll give it to you - it’s impressive.”

“Thank you,” Solas sighed heavily, his eyes focused on something in the distance. “Imagine what it would be like without the Veil.”

“Chuckles, not now.”

“So, when would you propose-”

“I came here to talk to Solas,” Varric said morosely, feeling a pang of regret as Solas’ shoulders stiffened. “Not the Dread Wolf. How about you humour me, just this once? Then I promise we’ll go back to the uncomfortable ‘Child of the Stone’ and ‘Ancient Elven God’ dynamic.”

Solas silently met his eyes then, and the coin in his hands stilled as white knuckles wrapped around it tightly. Just like the painted walls on the islands floating around them, Varric could see his were tall but crumbling. Exhaustion and pain had sunk their bloodied talons into his sharp features, but under the wolf there was still the man. A friend that desperately wanted to get out.

“I’ve never been good at this sort of stuff,” Varric muttered, turning his gaze back toward the ocean, “but you left a lot of people behind. Good people, that missed you.”

“I am not unaware of that, Varric,” Solas replied. Varric could hear the sharpness to the tone, a warning that he should drop the subject immediately.

They both knew he wouldn’t.

“I mean, even Buttercup seemed upset - although she tried her best not to show it. With you gone, Cassandra became her next target for pranks, and we both know pissing off the Seeker is a dangerous choice at best - lethal at worst. I mean, I’m speaking from experience here.”

A quick glance to his right told him Solas was also very pointedly staring out at the ocean again, doing his best to look the picture of disinterest, but the ironclad set of his jaw gave him away. It always had.

“And Ruffles! I thought she would never stop accidentally adding your frilly cakes to the Val Royeaux order list each month. Eventually, me and the Kid-”

“Did you come out here with the intent to torture me, Varric?” Solas snapped, his proud mask melting away to pained anger as he pressed his eyes closed. His nose scrunched as he breathed through it, the waves that stretched before them stuttering and turning a sickly green. “Do you see me as so many of my People do? Do you also think me a heartless monster with no feelings?”

Against his will, Varric’s mind recalled his friend’s broken sobs as she read Sutherland’s reports about the monstrous demon that had plagued Skyhold. Her heart’s deepest regrets ravaging the place they had once called home, the scars of his past forever embedded in the old Inquisition fortress.

“No,” he sighed. “I don’t think that at all, Chuckles.”

Another deep breath from Solas. The water slowly began to settle once more, melting back to a cool, pure cerulean that would have made the painters at Halamshiral turn crimson with embarrassment.

“Then what can I do for you?”

“Remember,” Varric said shortly.

Solas opened his eyes to peer at Varric with confusion, and he could see the purple storm deep within them threatening to pour out and engulf the island they now stood upon.

Silently, Varric nodded to Solas’ hands, still held tightly shut as though he were frightened of dropping whatever was in them. Solas slowly unfurled his fingers, the gold coin nestled innocently in his palm, small dents pressed into his pale skin from clasping it so desperately. The purple storm observed it silently, eyes barely blinking as they stared.

“I saw you playing with it,” Varric said gently, feeling his friend was more a terrified Halla than the dreaded wolf in that moment. “Raven used to do the same thing, when she was nervous. Ruffles had to pry it from her hand when we went to the Winter Palace.”

Solas continued staring at the coin, his expression unreadable. “She gave this to me on the way to the Temple of Mythal,” he said tentatively, as though testing out the words in his mouth. Varric supposed this was the first time he had allowed himself to speak of her in years. “She said she had no need for it any longer, since she had …”

“Since she had your hand to hold,” Varric finished for him. “She said it loud enough for the entire camp to hear.” The memory almost made him smile himself.

A ghost of a smile tried to lift the corners of Solas’ mouth, but it faltered before it even began.

“I remember.”

Varric did smile then. I knew you were still in there, Chuckles.

“Do you still love her?”

There was barely a heartbeat before Solas tore his eyes away from the coin, wrapping his fingers safely around it once more before straightening to his full height and turning to look along the endless sands.

Varric felt the Fade change before he saw it. The sands before them rippled and swirled, floating smoothly into the air to reveal the harsh black rock of the island below. A deep shadow lurked over the area, a stark contrast to the vivid, colourful sky behind it. The sands shifted and formed a familiar image; tall swaths of darkness encircling a small enclave while a suffocating green mist rolled along the floor, catching Varric’s ankles and sending small tendrils up his legs that dissipated as quickly as they appeared. Paltry red spirits skittered around nervously, as if they were constantly running toward - or away from - something.

This was the graveyard from the Fear demon’s lair. Or - more accurately, Varric supposed - Solas’ memory of it.

There was a slight adjustment, however. Only one, solitary gravestone sat in the enclave. The stone it was made from looked sick, brimming with fear and unspoken terrors, its aura almost oppressive.

Varric approached it wordlessly. The words upon it were the same and yet not as he remembered - the elegant, smug carvings of the fear demon were gone, replaced by hurried, almost infantile writing that looked as if it had been carved with a very sharp claw.

‘Solas,’ it read. ‘Dying alone.’

It was only then that Varric saw them. A spectral version of Solas - his friend, Solas - appeared slowly from the darkness, smiling as he offered a gloved hand to the second figure that manifested. Harellan met his smile with her own, eagerly gripping his hand and laughing as he twirled her into his arms. The scarlet spirits, appearing to be calmed by the two newcomers, turned to watch, sweeping closer to the radiant scene that seemed to consume the darkness around it. Varric could hear the faint sound of a band playing from - somewhere? Nowhere? The memory of his friends didn’t seem to care, nor did they notice him or the cruel grave at their feet. They danced and looked at no one but each other, and Varric was irrevocably certain that they would dance forever if the world would let them.

The lonely voice came from behind him then. It was so thick with immeasurable pain that Varric could not bring himself to turn around.

“Speak of her over my grave, Varric,” Solas murmured, “and watch how she brings me back to life."

[biggestxsimps]

Hi, I'd like to start off by saying that i really (no, like REALLY) love your fanfics, now, i'd like to request a Budo Masuta fic, in the fic, Budo and reader are already in an established relations

Whispered Wishes

A/N: Hello! thank you so much for this request. I'm glad you like my Budo fics, it means alot to me. I hope you like this, feel free to let me know if you want anything else added. This is a Budo Masuta x male reader.

Budo had planned a mesmerizing surprise for Y/N. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an ethereal glow across the sky, he hurriedly set up a blanket on the velvety grass, arranging plump and inviting pillows, adorned with delicate embroidery, around the yard. Like a constellation of stars, Twinkling fairy lights wrapped themselves around the surrounding trees, creating a whimsical atmosphere.

With bated breath, Budo called over Y/N. Y/N’s eyes widened and his lips curved into a beaming smile as they beheld the enchanting scene that awaited them. 

“Budo, what’s all this?” Y/N gasped, his voice tingled with disbelief and excitement.

Budo’s eyes gleamed with affection as he gently took Y/N’s hand in his. “I wanted to do something special, solely for the both of us. A date night beneath the night sky.”

They settled down on the plush blanket. The night sky, a sprawling canvas, revealed itself in all its glory, decorated with a bunch of stars, shimmering and pulsating with a brilliance that stole their breath away. Budo extended his arm, pointing towards the constellations, and Y/N followed his lead, tracing celestial formations with their finger tips, as if connecting the dots between their own dreams.

Y/N laughed softly. “Look, that one looks like a shooting star.” He said, pointing to a particular bright star in the sky.

Budo chuckled, his eyes reflecting the starlight. “Make a wish.” he whispered, his voice carrying the weight of promise. 

Y/N closed his eyes for a moment, whispering his secret desires to the universe. Opening his eyes, he looked at Budo with a playful glimmer. “What did you wish for?” he asked mischievously.

Budo formed a thoughtful expression before answering. “I wished for a lifetime of these magical moments with you.”

Y/N’s heart swelled with warmth, and he leaned in closer, his breath mingling in the night air. “I wished for the same..” He confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Budo watched Y/N with a soft and tender expression. His eyes filled with an overwhelming sense of love, adorned with warmth and affection as he looks at Y/N, radiating a sense of appreciation. Budo’s smile was genuine and heartfelt, reflecting his fondness for his boyfriend. 

As a gentle breeze rustles through the trees, Y/N tightens his hold around Budo, pulling him even closer. Budo nestles his head against Y/N’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. 

They lie in comfortable silence, basking in the peacefulness of the night. Budo’s fingers gently caress Y/N’s back, tracing soothing patterns that send shivers down his spine. He leans in, their lips meeting in a tender and passionate kiss, a symphony of emotions flowing between them.

They had seemed to lose themselves in the intoxicating taste of each other's lips, savouring the sweetness of the moment, time seeming to stand still.

Y/N broke the kiss, their foreheads gently resting against each other’s. In the depths of their gaze, they find a silent promise - to be there for each other through thick and thin.

With a contented sigh, Y/N snuggles even closer to Budo, their bodies pressed against each other. They both listen to the symphony of the night, the gentle whispers of the breeze and the distant songs of nocturnal creatures creating a lullaby that lulls them into a peaceful slumber.

-Written by owner 2

Masterlist

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

THE COMPLETE COPOLLO MASTERLIST

Desperately looking for fics to satisfy your obsession with the RRverse's most dumpsterfire of a ship? Look no further than this post :3

I have Copollo fics ranging from Ao3, FF.net, and here on tumblr! Each fic will be linked, and if the author has a tumblr (that I know of - if you know their tumblr let me know!), they will be tagged.

Also, before we begin, I would just like to say that when I say every Copollo fic I can find is on this list, I mean all of them. This includes fics that are canon compliant, crack, aus, and those with darker tones. If that isn't your thing, all you have to do is avoid clicking on said fics. They're all organzied very nicely if I do say so myself. Nothing more to it :3

Look below the cut for the list! If you have any fics that slipped between my grabby fingers let me know so I can add them! :3

Roman Empire Era

A Cruel Occasion by @seductivegrapethrowing

Grapes and Blood (German) by Buttons_Buttons (Rated G)

Fairness by mothmansaysgayrights (Rated G)

The Death of Emperor Commodus by LusiaLovegood (Rated G)

Long Life to You by kitatyourservice (Rated G)

Death's Embrace by me (Rated G)

When the Day Met the Night by me (Rated G)

When Everything's Wrong, You Make It Right by me (Rated G)

Call Me Commodus / Today I'll Be Your Ruler / I'll Also Die Here by kitatyourservice (Rated G)

Of Broken Promises by @money-and-dandellions (Rated G)

Rewrite The Stars by me (Rated G)

drunk off that love, it my head up (there's no forgetting you) by me (Rated G)

Keeping Warm by @soleil-in-retrograde (I reread the Copollo part of this over and over :3) (Rated T)

vow by @daisy-mooon (Rated T)

my teeth will only cut your lips, my dear by localcryptidlivinlife (Rated T)

blood on my shirt, rose in my hand (blood on my shirt, heart in my hand) by me (Rated T)

Always Told You Not To Love Me (Now Look What You Made Me Do) by anxious_tofu (Rated E)

ghost of mine (you're taking up all my time) by anxious_tofu (Mainly perpollo, but there is Copollo :3) (Rated E)

i’ll break your little heart in two by Anonymous (Rated E)

Trials of Apollo

Canon Compliant

As Far As I'm Concerned, You're Just Another Picture To Burn by @solahflare

It Isn't Love, It Isn't Hate, It's Just Indifference by @solahflare

A Pity by kitatyourservice (Rated G)

forget - me - not by localcryptidlivinlife (Rated G)

Song of Apollo by @tsarinatorment (For the Copollo crumb within :3) (Rated T)

Fractures of the Mind (Heart) by me :3 (Rated T)

The Devil Within (His Mind) also by me (Rated T)

Chapter 5 of some ToApril drabbles because my head is as empty as Meg's by orphan_account (Rated T)

Divinity, Fire, and Former Lovers by @seapinecone (Rated T)

Aus

All's Fair in Love & War by me (Rated G)

and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started by Ifyouseemetellmetogostudy (Rated G) (nom nomming)

God of Truth (He Never Knew) by Ifyouseemetellmetogostudy (Rated G)

you make this place hell by Ifyouseemetellmetogostudy (Rated G)

It'll Be Okay by Apollo4612 (Rated Fiction T)

i loved you dangerously (more than the air that i breathe) by @okathleen (Rated T)

i will only break your pretty things by localcryptidlivinlife (Rated T)

@daisy-mooon

Taunt (Rated G)

Outnumbered (Rated T)

Blindfold (Rated T)

Spark (Rated M)

Triumvirate Wins Au by bacchis

to eros, in secrecy

den of the lion (Rated E)

there are a couple more fics in this series if you're interested but only the two above have brief Copollo moments (i will admit this au lives rent-free in my brain)

AUs

Winds of Ruin by me (Rated G)

The Moon Brooch by @trials-of-apollo-my-beloved (Rated G)

Coward by @nyaningthroughlife (Rated T)

Moonrise by me (Rated T)

And historians will call them close friends, besties, murderers of each others’ souls by Ifyouseemetellmetogostudy (Rated T)

The Human Within The Sun by SassyTrio130 (Rated T)

Veruca by cactusstudy (Rated M)

Hazbin Hotel nonlinear AUs

Stayed Gone by me (Rated T)

Hell Hath No Fury by me (Rated T)

Crack (when i say every fic, I mean every fic)

It's a Fun Time in Commodupolis! by Anonymous (Rated M)

Dark

Nothing Like The Sun by Cola_bubblegum

Day & Night by Lif61 (UltimateFandomTrash) (Rated E)

TAG LIST: @moodyseal @plastikstarz @hazardous-lightdas12 @worlds-oldest-teenager here it is! :3

[savannahsdeath]

THE CONNECTION ENDING

knight!ellie x princess!reader

read the first chapter; here

warnings: honestly none, just suicide

writers note: a short ending but i couldnt not write it;(( my own fic makes me sad thats so silly

you felt the wind pierce your body. the air was thick and cold on the cliff you were standing on, dozens of meters above a raging sea. you were only a few steps away from falling and after covering this distance there was no way you'd survive. not only you couldn't swim, but the height was risky itself. how beautiful.

the sea glistened in the darkness, the moonlight revealing its many waves and foams. despite the distance, a gentle breeze carried the smell of the salt water, wafting over your face with each breath. you could hear the thunder of the breakers crashing against the rocks below you, and the sound had a certain rhythm that seemed to be planned in its monotony.

with every step, the wind whipped your clothes and hair around, making you feel even more unstable. your stomach lurched at the thought of falling, your heart beating rapidly and threatening to escape from your chest like a panicked bird.

"but it would be a beautiful way to go." you smiled to yourself, leaning too far forward and gasping as the howling past you wind nearly knocked you over the edge. you felt stupid and vulnerable as you backed away, shivering from the cold, but also from fear, and from the feeling of life rushing through you.

you had to do that, sooner or later, but you weren't ready yet. you had some time to enjoy your last breaths, sounds and views. you continued to savor the moment. the beauty of the ocean and the air on your skin was worth the risk of falling. even more so, you felt more alive now than you've ever felt before in your life. you looked away from the abyss below and turned your gaze towards the stars. the vastness of the universe was both exciting and inviting, and you felt a pull to dive into the unknown. you hoped 'the unknown' will result in meeting your beloved ellie in the afterlife. after all of this, you deserved a good moment. a sad happy ending.

you turned your gaze towards the stars. your eyes lingered on the vast expanse of blackness and twinkles of light. you remembered a song ellie often sang to you, as you sat on her lap on the verge of falling asleep. you swore you could see her lips moving, hear her soft tone singing, and feel her gaze on you as she sang it to you on cold summer nights. she was the love of your life, and you knew you'd see her soon.

you felt a tug in your chest, as if something was pulling you towards the sky. the vision of her seemed to call out for you, inviting you to join her. your mind and heart called out back to your love. your body and soul reached towards her. the edge of the cliff was a small barrier between you and a beautiful reunion, a reunion that has been waiting to happen.

you could feel the wind picking up, as it pushed you to the edge. you could feel the warmth of ellie's love, the happiness of her smile, and the comfort of her embrace waiting for you, calling out to your soul to take the leap of faith and join her forever. your soul was already with her, you knew. your body and mind were the only ones left behind, but they were ready to be connected with her too.

you took a deep breath and stepped off the cliff. the time seemed to slow down as you dropped towards the crashing waves below and you felt nothing but peace wash over you. you were finally free from the constraints of this mortal world, flying towards the heavens to be with your love once again. you closed your eyes and smiled, knowing that you would soon be in ellie's loving embrace. as the water came up to greet you, you felt no fear or anxiety. instead, you felt only joy and peace, knowing that ellie's love waited for you on the other side.

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