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wandixx · 8 months ago

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Ghost of fries and Hero of cookies part 4

All work words count: 14 643

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Summary of whole work: Duke wasn't expecting to wake up from his quick rooftop nap to some meta kid with fries. He also wasn't expecting kid to stay

Danny asked Dani to stay safe while she was in Gotham. Where would she be safer than under the wing of local hero? And he looked like he needed bad day combo anyway

This part summary: Dani haven't considered how hard it can be to save people from house fire

Beta read by @audhumla-sailor though English is second language for both of us, so proceed with this in mind. I also know all of the charaters through fics alone, so probably ooc. Stay catious if it's something you don't like

First part, Previous part

Trigger warnings: house fire, panic attacks, temporary character death (am I over dramatic to say this if background child character's heart stops for a long moment and Dani hears it?) slight dissociation (tell me if I missed something, I'll fix it)

Dani proved to be useful addition to Duke’s patrol routine even though she couldn’t always join him, had very little actual training and was a certified mess most of the time. It was nice to banter with her in the free time, she did help when needed and her enhanced hearing was great in finding trouble he would otherwise overlook. She also often brought snacks (he did too, because girl had no idea what was healthy and in the love of god, if he didn’t try to get her in better habits).

“Fire on seven. Some people are stuck inside,” Dani blurted out and flew faster than baseline person should be able to withstand. Duke run and grappled after orange blur she became. It was less than perfect that she couldn’t tell more specifically where things were going down, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t train.

They rarely intervened with fires, unlike Gotham’s police and CPS, firefighters here worked pretty great. Dani knew this, so her going there in the first place meant something was up.

On a fly he grabbed his gas mask. It was made to withstand Scarecrow and Joker when they released their toxins and not smoke so it should do its job. He hoped that Dani would stop before entering so he could give her spare mask and well, coordinate. But she didn’t, of course. What did he expect from kid who body tackled Joker’s goon without second thought about idk, four other goons with guns being in the same room! He only saw end of her cape in between flames when he swung to the right street. Duke made sure his mask was secure when he stopped on a nearest save rooftop to assess the situation. Fire was too big to be put out with personal means like fire extinguishers so all they could do was to evacuate.

“Hoopoe, you reckless idiot, don’t die in here,” he muttered, sure she would hear him before grappling inside too.

***

About five seconds after entering building, Dani decided that she didn’t like fires. It probably came from her time in Amity but she was far more comfortable when she could beat the root of the problem into submission. Also, it was surprisingly loud, like need-to-cover-her-ears-for-a-hot-moment type of loud. Not louder than a rogue attack, it would be really hard to beat that level of noise but fire was worse in some way. It was somewhat similar to nails on a blackboard. Not in a sound per se but in a vibe she got from it. How she couldn’t tune it out like she usually did.

She straightened herself and dove ahead to the nearest person she heard. Smoke rendered her eyes nearly absolutely useless. Though she saw, heard and felt enough to find safe routes. Of course she could go intangible and in theory wouldn’t be affected by anything from physical realm but even when intangible fire kept burning for some reason and she would prefer to stay raw to being crispy. Rescued people should stay unfried too.

She didn’t quite remember first few rescues, just that it went smoothly, she took a leaf from Danny’s book, throwing some puns and references she didn’t quite knew but from context thought they would fit. Then once outside, she kept telling them to wait for paramedics and went back inside. She was more and more on edge for some reason.

She was really glad she didn’t need to breathe as much.

Middle-aged man grabbed her arm and shook her violently, asking to save his children.

“Fourth floor, fifth window to the left. Please save them!” man cried. Dani felt kinda like snapping but took deep breath to stop herself from it. Signal would be disappointed if she yelled at panicking civilian. She could kinda relate to the man anyway. She was probably also panicking.

“I’ll save them, I promise,” she said instead, phasing out of his grip.

She heard them, little boy weakly whispering to his sister that everything would be alright as soon as the heroes would get to them. His voice was hoarse, choked, interrupted by shallow breaths while the girl sobbed. Dani darted their way. Fire unit and medics were finally getting closer.

Girl yelled when caped hero appeared in room full of smoke. They both were sitting, older boy slightly swaying.

“It’s okay, I’m here to get you out to your dad,” she soothed, grabbing them both into a hug like carry. She barely jumped away from under the crushed lamp that fell where they were half a second before. Girl yelped.

“It’s okay, I got you, it’s okay,” she muttered, hoisting kids into more comfortable position. She flew nearest way out of the rom, looking for a clear spot on an outer wall. Her stomach dropped and core spasmed when she realized that boy stopped breathing, going limp in her arms. She was panicking throughout whole of this fire rescuing mess but only then she became frantic.

Maybe it was because of the smoke that kept cluging in her throat. She didn’t need to breathe as often but now she felt like she was suffocating and was suddenly all too aware of each bit of air she managed to swallow in her lungs.

She almost dropped when they finally got out. It took less than a second for her to fly to the kids’ father. She put girl down a little to hastily before gently laying boy n the pavement. Adult was beginning to hyperventilate and honestly Dani wasn’t too far behind him. She wished Signal was there. He would know what to do. Dani only had been on one first-aid course and she spent the better part of it on reviewing memes.

She had to remember something!

Breaths! She had to make absolutely sure if he was breathing!

She remembered practicing this one, so she did as instructed, counting to fifteen instedad of ten for a good measure. Then to twenty just to be safe. She knew she was counting too fast anyway.

Boy wasn’t breathing.

He wasn’t breathing!

She wished her ears were deceiving her but there was no heartbeat too!

What was she supposed to do now?!

Oh, right, she remembered chest compression thing from movies. She could do it.

Someone yanked her back, so hard she almost hit her head.

“You’re doing it wrong. I’m nurse, I’ll do it,” young woman declared, already kneeling were Dani was mere seconds ago, unzipped boy’s hoodie and got to work. Only then halfa realized that they got circled by small crowd of people rescued from building. Two of them were calming boy’s family down. She would use some comforting too.

She scrambled to her feet, racing out the crowd. Nobody even glanced her way.

She turned around and flew back inside the burning building.

Why did it feel like running away?

First ambulance arrived three rescues after the boy. Dani was so relieved she had to stop for a moment because her knees buckled and flight betrayed her for a hot second. She heard only four other people inside and Signal. They would finish soon enough.

Good.

Her head was spinning slightly.

“Congratulations, you are being rescued, please do not resist” she announced with forced confidence, appearing next to the man who probably was in a gang. Thankfully he didn’t fight her. When she was back in Central City one of the Flashes told her to make sure that people know she was trying to help them especially if they seemed like the type to choose fight over other crisis responses. This man certainly did. He almost punched her anyway.

Next was boy who was far too little to be left alone. She gave him her cape. She assumed he could use the comfort it gave her. There was a reason she choose comfiest blanket to this role.

She heard Signal making his way to the last victim but for some reason it was slow going. She flew up there after the last reassuring words to the boy.

She learned why Signal got stuck about three seconds after appearing on the right floor. It was a literal epicenter or whatever it was called. The root of the problem. The literal Hell on earth. Dani stopped for a moment, downed by the coughing fit and tears making her sight absolutely useless.

Signal was talking to someone. Asking them to calm down. She wasn’t sure. Dani forced herself to stand up and go see what was happening. She was probably swaying a little.

There was young woman in the middle of the fire. There was no scent of burning skin or hair so Dani assumed there were some powers involved. Thankfully most likely she wasn't a ghost. Dani wasn’t in the right headspace to fight a ghost and as cool and competent as Signal was, he couldn’t fight ghosts either.

Woman was visibly terrified. She kept screaming, begging Signal to go away because she was too dangerous to be so close. Hero tried to talk her down. She yelled that it was all her fault and she shouldn’t be saved.

Oh.

Woman had to just learn about her ability and lost control over it. Go big or go home, right? She didn’t exactly have home anymore so…

Dani barely kept herself from hysterical laughter.

Ghost fights were so, so much easier, she just had to beat the cause of the problem into submission and trap it in the thermos. No persuade it into stopping.

It was all too hot, too loud, too suffocating.

Dani could barely think.

Creaking of the ceiling boomed through her brain, somehow getting over the overwhelming cackle of fire that made her just want to hide in the corner and cry, even ignoring absolute onslaught to her other senses.

Ceiling was going to fall down and crush all of them.

Dani could barely think, so she didn’t.

She forgot to turn intangible when she crushed through window, meta woman held tightly in her arms. Thank Ancients she was durable enough to not break her head for that. Signal could handle himself. Hopefully.

Dani gasped on fresh air. She felt lightheaded, barely cognizant from instinctual relief to be out. She was free falling, her body limp, eyes half-closed, wind rushing in her ears and on her face. It was paralyzing but not in a bad way.

It felt good.

It felt like freedom.

It felt like something she could do for the rest of eternity.

It felt-

“HOOPOE!” panicked yell cut through her haze.

Right.

She was plummeting to the ground. She held someone. They would die when they crushed.

She should stop falling.

Could she do it?

She had to.

She dropped off the blue haired woman with the nearest medic squad and ran. Or flew. She wasn’t quite sure. Her brain still didn’t feel right. But she knew she had to leave.

Next thing she knew was the pain from practically collapsing on a wall and dumpster she hid behind. From what, she had no idea. She had no idea about anything.

So she did only thing she still could.

Dani cried.

***

Duke was getting frantic in his search for Dani after that room collapsed. He knew she made it out, he saw her falling head first to the ground. He was trying to catch her but he knew he couldn’t do it on time. And then she caught herself, left Abigail with medics and flew away in a blur. And Duke couldn’t go right after her because some cop had questions. Duke did his best to wrap it up quickly but still by the time he could look Hoopoe was nowhere to be seen. He was straining his eyes trying to see any sign of her but other than the boy with her cape as a blanket there was nothing. He was tempted to ask Babs for help.

Scratch that, he didn’t have time to do this on his own. Pride and this stupid bet be damned. He turned on his comm, not bothering to go off the main channel.

“Oracle, I need you to search for white-haired preteen girl dressed in white and black. Somewhere near Rossaire street. Probably there will be no clear footage”

“Need help in search?” Steph chimed in gently “Spoiler can be there five minutes flat”

Duke considered it for a moment. Steph knew how Dani looked (as much as anyone who saw her only in photos could know how she looked) and wanted to meet girl anyway. She could be useful help. On the other hand, she mentioned before she had some important stuff. And he wasn’t sure how Dani would react to someone unknown finding her in this state. Last thing he wanted was scaring girl even more. He searched road for Dani’s past light, again.

“No, don’t worry. She just got a little overwhelmed”

“Alright, good luck with finding your kid then”

“She is not my kid!”

“Signal who-” Bruce grunted but got interrupted by Babs.

“Turn right, she entered blind zone but I can lead you there”

“Thanks O”

“No invisibility?” Steph mused.

“Thank God for that,” Duke answered, while grappling to the left. He shoot forward as fast as he could ”Or maybe not. She has to be quite out of it”

“Left again”

“Signal, who are you looking for?” Bruce asked again.

“Next alley to the right. It’s the last place I can see her”

“Thanks O.”

“Signal-”

“Later B.”

Duke landed in the alley, turning his comm off. He knew that sooner rather than later he would have to explain himself and would probably get endless teasing but it wasn’t important at the time. He searched again for past light. He run after glimpses. He stopped when he heard sniffle from behind a dumpster. He slowed down, approaching loudly. It wouldn’t do any good to scare her.

“Hoopoe?”

Her breath hitched. Duke sat down next to her far enough to not invide her personal space but close enough to make her feel not alone.

Her face was black from ashes and smoke other than where her mask was and cleaner tracks her tears were making.

Her mask was laying on a ground (clearly forcefully thorn off which ouch), cape obviously nowhere in sight. When she calmed down, he would ask what happened with it. It would probably be a good distraction. But not now.

“Hey kid. Can you try breathing a little slower for me?”

She mumbled something, inaudible between loud wheezing.

“I know it’s hard but I’m sure you can do it. Who if not you?”

Girl visibly tried, shifting around as if she tried to find some much needed comfort. Clearly, the lack of pressure her cape was giving her wasn’t helping.

“How about you try putting hand on my chest and matching my breathing? It often helps”

She moved her hand and he led it to his chest. Dani shuddered.

Slowly, telegraphing his movements Duke extended his arm and put it across Dani’s shoulders. Girl leaned into it with choked sobs.

“I know it was scary,” he muttered as she shook silently “You did so well, Dani”

Girl let out quiet, high-pitched whine that didn’t sound quite human, trapping him in the hug much stronger than child her age should manage. He rubbed her back gently.

They sat in silence, as girl relaxed a bit.

“I officially despise fires. Just not my vibes, y'know,” was the first thing she managed to say. Duke smiled, still trying to comfort her. He knew far too well what she was trying to do. He let her. Every hero needed to retreat to humor every once in a while. Majority of his family and associated vigilantes did it constantly.

“Right here with you”

She looked at him, searching for something on what little she could see on his face.

“You see more, don’t you?” she asked but didn’t wait for an answer “It was too much even with normal eyes. How can you be so calm?”

“I have normal ears and after fifth or tenth time it loses its charm”

“Yeah, okay,” she wheezed out “I didn’t expect the fire to be so loud. And smoke was a bit much in terms of texture and smell and everything”

“I would give you a mask if you waited, you know?”

He felt more than saw how she shrugged. It seemed like she wasn’t exactly listening to him anymore.

“But since you didn’t, we should get you looked up by some professional. You breathed in some nasty stuff”

Dani didn’t respond. Then she sprung up with gasp, a little out of his grasp, not standing but sitting straighter. She grinned, wide, eased thing gracing her lips as fresh tears began to create new paths on her dirty cheeks. She let out a choked laugh, more sign of relief or release of tension than actual happiness. It sounded rougher than usual, probably because of smoke and ashes aggravating her throat.

He wanted to ask what was up but it felt like the wrong time for it.

“He is breathing again” Dani cheered gently, as if unsure before repeating loudly, letting herself believe “THE BOY IS BREATHING AGAIN!”

Girl was shaking again, no bothering with drying tears this time.

Duke could guess what happened. He didn’t want to think about it too hard.

“It’s great to hear”

“Yup!” she grinned between fat tears.

They sat in silence as Dani gradually calmed down again. He knew she didn’t feel all that well yet, she couldn’t but she was probably calm enough to not break down in the middle of the BatBurger.

“I think this day counts as quite bad one,” girl said, wheezing a bit. Duke smiled, knowing where this was going. He ruffled her hair.

“Yeah, I think so too”

None of them said anything for a long moment.

“You’re up for a ‘bad day combo’ Gotham style, Hoopoe?”

“Yup” she smiled.

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Apartment building: *is on fire*

Dani: It can't be that bad

Narrator voice: It was in fact, much worse

Kid, whose heart stopped thankfully didn't have too many issues tied to it and nothing life treatening long term. Every person who was in the building during fire left relatively unscathed. This fic is supposed to be mostly fluff I'm not killing anyone

Kid who got Dani's cape-blanket refused to phisically let go of it for solid two weeks. Later it still had to be in his sight. Understandable since his life went of the rails and did it hard. Kids ripe age of seven shouldn't be home alone. Especially not for whole day...

Dani: *still clearly shaken* Does your bad day combo include fries?

Duke, on his way to The "I had mental breakdown and need calories" Waffle Foodtrack: No, but we can change it!

Underpayed BatBurger employee: ...

Duke&Dani looking like they've just returned from war:...

Underpayed BatBurger employee: ...

Duke&Dani:...

Underpayed BatBurger employee: *deciding they don't have enough mental energy to care* Welcome to the BatBurger, can I take your bat-order?

Duke: One kids meal, please

Employee at The "I just had mental breakdown and need calories" Waffle Foodtrack, used to seeing Bats crying: *sees Hoopoe munching on her fries but in a sad way* Ah, babiest one got christened by fire already?

Employee: *takes out notebook to note down crazy combo this kid will come up with**they have every Gotham vigilante in here*

Dani: I haven't had a waffle ever before so maybe nuttella and whipped cream? I don't know, sweet?

Employee, offended: Let me surprise you.

It was great waffle, sweet enough to give sugar rush quite big group of preschoolers. It had marshmallows, sprinkles, whipped cream, jellybeans, whatever else this person on the mission found and could mix. Dani absolutely loved and devoured it.

I finally didn't forget to add read more!!!

I really want to draw Dani and Duke togheter but I can't find any pose references that satisfied me. Do you have any good ones? Can be chibi though preferably not

Next part

#dpxdc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dp x dc #dani hangs out with duke #signal got new sidekick and he cares about her deeply #no jokes for this part tags either #though I hope you had fun at Waffle Foodtruck #hoopoe's cape shock blanket #wandixx writes #ghost of fries and hero of cookies #have a nice day dear stranger who got to this part

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secret-smut-sideblog · 11 months ago

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(sooo thought I should probably masterlist these so here you go, have fuuun) nsfw in red, pg-13 in ourple

I'm also on ao3!

Dragon Age fics

It Happened Quiet - (a short slutty lucanis x f! rook drabble)

idk what to call this series yet

Please Be Rude - short and indulgent introduction to my rook and lucanis' dynamic. written pre-release so forgive ooc or contradictions. part one. lol. lmao even

House of Self-Undoing - After they came to an agreement to be bound to one another, Lucanis invites his deadly charge out for coffee...

The Wolf - Waking in a prison, Lavellan finds herself the captive, then leader, of a force trying to close a rift in the sky. Recruiting a gruff dark stranger in her journey...

Leave the Bodies Where They Lay - After receiving the gift of her touch, Lucanis finds himself raw with regret. And with another mourn watcher joining their ranks, Rook must endure her rage at being turned away from her home...

The Bear and The Dove (lavellan x blackwall, ANGST, slowburn, smut, completed (?) series)

The Raven - After her estranged clan contacts her, Vella loses her composure when the Chancellor spews hate at her. But her guard dog is all too happy to bite...

The Lamb - The rift set to be closed once and for all, Vella hopes to spend one last night in his arms. The world set to crash down around them, she must finally sleep...

The Sparrow - In her purgatory of snow, Vella tries to reach somewhere shaped like home. Her love and her cause lost to her, a voice guides her forward...

The Hound - Finally reaching Skyhold, Vella reaches her breaking point after Blackwall pulls and pushes her away again. Anger flaring hot into him when he comes to darken her balcony...

The Swan - Following the anger Vella had burned into him, and her silent forgiveness, Blackwall seeks her out to ask for something shaped like atonement. And to maybe, selfishly, hope for something more...

The Spider - Fallen through a rift, then back into the world, Vella finds herself wracked with grief. Her love there to catch her, and unravel some long held grief of his own...

The Halla - Reunited with a Dalish clan, Vella hopes to help any way she can. And, returned to the soft of his bed, hopes her love will let her help him as well...

The Dove - Using the full force of her foresight and the strife within decisions made, Celene's Grand Ball proves to be bloodstained and venomous. Leaving Vella exhausted to old and new injuries, tenderly caught by his soft love...

The Mockingbird - Chasing after the trail of her runaway love, Vella is forced to see his crimes firsthand...

The Phoenix - The trial to judge her lost love upon her, she must make two heavy choices with new eyes that will change everything...

The Fox - Still on the tender outskirts of her love, Blackwall struggles with regaining her full favor as they must venture to a monumental decision in the Arbor Wilds...

The Rabbit - The battle for all of Thedas nearly drawn to their door, Vella and her bear share an urgent night of passion before it all falls around them...

Monster Fucker fics

Bones of Ribbon - Headlights had been a consistent bother in her new home. On a rainy night, she had enough. Assuming an inconsiderate neighbor, she discovered something far different on the street below...

Tongues and Teeth - When her monster comes to her again, Merricat learns more about them. And as they are comforted in her, are drawn ever closer...

You've Seen The Butcher - Fate conspires to put Merricat in the path of Blackwood's hunger. To feed their need and their desire, and the intertwining of both, she opens herself to them...

Oneshots

Devourer - (astarion x f! reader) Your beloved vampire has gotten very comfortable with you. But you wonder of he's been holding back some of his more supernatural tendencies...

Bloodlust - (astarion x f! tav) Tav invites her bloodthirsty friend out for some late night reconnaissance, both of their cravings being fed...

Lay on Hands - (astarion x f! tav) In the early hours of the morning someone cant keep their hands to themselves...

Pulling Strings - (astarion x f! tav) Tav has caught on that her favorite vampire doesn't enjoy touching or being touched by others. But she has a suggestion to possibly help that piques his interest...

Satiated - (astarion x f! dark urge) With Astarion starving in the Underdark his bloodthirsty friend sees his hunger, knows it quite well. And with a promised death in their future, seeks to help him sate himself...

Cold Comfort - (astarion x f! dark urge) Finally reaching Moonrise Towers, she finds her urge overtaking her, taking an innocent life. Astarion seeks to keep her company through the long night...

Heavy Metal Lover - (karlach x f! tav) With her touch newly returned, Karlach is hungry for contact. Seeking out Tav for a little hand to hand combat that quickly turns heated...

What Lies Between - (gale x f! tav) After a magical misfire, Tav and Gale are trapped tight between stone. Weeks of sexual tension between sorcerer and wizard come to a head...

Possession - (gale x f! tav) With natural challenge and charge between them and a misstep at connection, an unexpected competitor appears in camp. Things must come to a burning head between sorcerer and wizard...

Night Wandering - (gale x f! tav) After Tav's little magic lesson from her favorite wizard and the heat momentarily shared between them, she's feeling pent up. If only his tent wasn't directly next to hers...

Black Out Days - (gale x f! tav) Tav's pain rising to an unbearable level, she indulges in some found herbs to find relief. But her sanctuary is laced with some heated side effects...

Supine Bound - (gale x f! tav) With Tav believing she's crossed a boundary of intimacy twice with Gale, she invites the wizard to get some retribution...

Warm Company (halsin x f! tav) With her crush on the vampire tearing her heart, a large kind druid seeks to make her feel wanted...

You Know Me Too Well (gortash x f! dark urge) After the coronation, she can't get the familiarity he showed her out of her mind. She needs answers, and the Archduke is more than happy to indulge her...

Eyes on Fire (gortash x f! dark urge) The visage of the Archduke won't leave her, and itching for blood, his favorite assassin is about to pay the Lord a very welcome visit...

North Star (kar'niss x f! tav) Finding a drider in the darkness, Tav offers for him to join her party. The safety and clarity he receives in her presence and her surprising admiration spurn his many legs to move much nearer...

Miniseries

When The Night Is Over - (1/2) Tav was no stranger to vampiric hunger and found her new companion in the throes of it. He held tightly to his mask, but her offer to guide him could crumble it...

Even If It Bleeds - (2/2) When a hunter threatens one of her own, Tav urges Astarion to take matters into his own hands. Further encouraging him to seek out his own needs, his own desire...

Pillow Talk (1/2) Tav innocently offered to help Astarion with his morning routine. But things get very close, and Astarion is shocked how her sweet face belies the sinful mouth she has...

Lover, Please Stay (2/2) Tav keeping him at arms length, Astarion makes a plan to woo her back into his good graces. But his hunger, for her and her blood, proves distracting...

Warm Water (gale x f! tav) 1/3 With one of Tav's love languages being physical affection, Gale tries to keep his touch hungry skin from her. The sirens call of her arms could overwhelm him, but he's far from the only one heeding her soft song...

Warm Honey (gale / halsin x f! tav) 2/3 Both druid and wizard seeking out her warmth, Gale makes a plan to win her affections. Yet both scent and sound could conspire to be his undoing...

Warm Blood (gale / astarion x f! tav) 3/3 With a sanguine competitor now circling with the large druid, Gale can no longer put off his advances...

Girl Talk - (1/4) One late night Astarion turned their conversation to a more sensual topic and was delighted to discover Tav lacked experience with men. Naturally he was more than happy to lend a hand...

It Will Come Back - (2/4) Their shared night has been tormenting him, after staking his claim he found himself needing to be near her. And after a night of drinking, seeing her with someone else, he had to have her again...

Heat Signature - (karlach x tav, 3/4) After nearly freezing to death Tav needs Karlach near. Very near, it seems...

Unpunishable - (4/4) After Karlach spent the night with Tav, Astarion is feeling very normal about it. So normal that he needs her in his tent all night. Just to feed, he swears...

The Tav in question... (for reference)

Child Of Dawn series

(gale x f! tav, slow burn, completed)

Nightcall

Non Believer

Dream Girl Evil

Let Me Follow

To Build A Home

Bedroom Hymns

Listen Before I Go

Many Hands

Faith Consuming Hope

A Hole In the Earth

Keep the Rain

What The Water Gave Me

the girlypop... (aurum, my tav)

Gale and Aurum, Bad Ending (pain!)

Prayer Factory - (gale x f! tav, named) Aurum steels herself to face her old demons at the temple, with her love at her side. But the adrenaline of confrontation leaves her coiled, and a wizard very eager to take her wrath...

Gold Satin Dreamer - (gale x f! tav, named) Inviting his radiant wife to give a presentation at Blackstaff, Gale notices the longing gaze of his less than friendly colleague...

Hard Times - (gale x f! tav, named) After a venomous spat with Gale, Aurum finds herself in the prison of her dreams again. But with several pairs of hands cradling her, she doesn't have to weather it alone. And, perhaps, find her own vindication in the aftermath...

Nose to the Grindstone - (gale x f! tav, named) Aurum and Gale fucking in the dirt. They were left alone at camp, it's not their fault. Smh.

Exhale Inhale - (gale x f! tav, named) After Aurum took a hard hit in battle, Gale blames himself for a break in his concentration. Requesting they practice something a little rough for him to hone his skills...

House of the Rising Sun - (halsin x f! tav, named) After Gale received the Annuls of Karsus, and the subsequent break of Aurum's heart, she cannot shake the lingering betrayal. Driving her to the strong shoulder and warm arms of another...

AA Break Up Series

(ascended astarion x f! tav, drama and smut, completed)

We The Drowned

Take Me Back To Eden (shadowheart × f! tav)

Like Real People Do (halsin x f! tav)

I Should Hate You

Chokehold

What Kind Of Man (gale x f! tav)

Seven Devils

All I Wanted

The Moon Will Sing

Strawberry Wine (gale x f! tav)

As It Was

Astarion x Dark Urge

(astarion x f! durge, tenderness and smut, completed)

Dark Signs

Bite The Hand

Prey Drive

A Dangerous Thing

My Love Is A Dagger

Bloodcall

Little Miss Murder herself (my durge)

Distance

(astarion x f! plus fized tav, tenderness and smut, completed NOTE: these are old as hell lol)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

First Light (Prologue)

The Drow (indulgent prologue chapter)

My Portrait of Tav (I do be drawing..)

Tav Headcanons (being indulgent)

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chososchalupa · 8 months ago

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bro ur dance for me thing is just 🤧😖🤪🤫☺️😍, if ur not working on anything else could i request the for nikolai and anyother char of ur choice? i like to imagine kolya helps reader with stability while practising on new routines.

note: pole dancers usually wear revealing clothing (take that however u want)

ah thank you sm!! 💗💗💗 sorry this took SO long for me to get to. I hope you like it! <3

Part 1 - Dazai / Chuuya

Part 2 - Ranpo / Fyodor

Dance for me / part 3

MDNI 18+

content,, F!Reader x Nikolai, pole dancing, choking, maybe ooc? I've never written for him before lol, fluffy ending, not proofread ofc, NSFW UNDER CUT!!

wc - 770

You dropped to your feet again with a sigh, the new routine you had started was not as easy as you assumed it would be. You were so focused on practicing that you didn't notice the white haired man standing just behind you, watching you intensely as you wrapped your hands around the pole to begin the routine again.

Nikolai watched with bright eyes as you moved your body around the pole, your eyes closed with concentration. He watched as your hands began to slip from the pole, but before your feet could touch the ground, you felt his arms wrap around your waist.

“You look like you were struggling a bit, dear. Let me help” He mumbled into your hair as he lowered you to the ground.

You spun around to face your smiling boyfriend, “How long have you been watching?”

“Oh~, not long! I just couldn’t help myself! You looked stunning!” Nikolai giggled as his hands snaked around your back, quickly undoing the string that kept your top on, “And now you look even better!”

Your eyes widened as your top fell to the floor, “I still need to prac-”

“How about you take a break?” He cut you off, picking you up and carrying you towards the bedroom.

You rolled your eyes as you let yourself wrap around your tall boyfriend, “We have to be fast” you whispered into his neck, causing him to laugh as he opened your bedroom door.

“If you say so, dove” He smiled, setting you on the bed as he removed the clothes he had on.

You watched carefully as Nikolai removed his boxers, revealing his hard cock already leaking with precum. Your eyes glanced up to his face only to find him smiling down at you.

“Lay down” He spoke, his hands pressing your shoulders back as he crawled onto the bed with you. “I’ll let you get back to practicing soon. Just relax”

You took a deep breath as you felt his long fingers slide between your already dripping folds, “So wet for me already! You must have really wanted me!” He giggled, kissing your lips softly as he pressed two fingers inside of you.

You moaned into the kiss as he continued stretching you, thrusting his fingers in and out.

You whined as Nikolai’s lips left yours, trailing kisses down towards the heat between your legs. His fingers were still relentlessly pumping into you as you felt his lips start to suck on your clit. The sudden stimulation causing you to release a loud moan as your back arched off the bed.

“You taste amazing, Dove” He moaned, as his tongue continued licking up the juices that were flowing between your legs.

“Nikolai, I’m going to c-cum” You moaned

He didn’t respond as he pulled his fingers out of you, roughly spinning your body around so you were laying on your stomach.

You felt his hard length press against your entrance, “So stunning” you heard him say as he pressed into you. He paused for a moment so you could adjust before gradually picking up speed.

“Ni-Nikolai I’m going to-” You moaned, as you felt his hand wrap around your throat

“Going to what?” He asked, squeezing softly as he pounded into you. The sound of skin slapping filling the room. “Are you going to cum?”

You nodded as your mind became foggy from the lack of oxygen as Nikolai kept his hand wrapped tightly around your throat.

“Cum with me” He moaned, pressing his hips down hard against you.

His hand released your neck as your orgasm crashed over you. You came hard around his dick as he released inside of you before slowly pulling out.

You remained laying on your stomach as Nikolai sat back on his heels, watching as his cum dripped from your now aching core.

“Well we can’t let this go to waste!” He announced, before shoving his two fingers back inside of you, keeping his seed planted exactly where he wanted it.

You gasped as you felt him remove his fingers, watching as he sucked both of your fluids off.

“Tastes amazing as always” He grinned, making a ‘pop’ noise as he pulled his fingers out of his mouth. “I know you need to practice, but..” He trailed off as he laid down beside you. “Just a little longer?” He asked, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest.

You smiled softly, how could you say no to him? “Anything for you” you replied, cuddling deeper into his embrace as your eyes fluttered shut.

Practice could wait for tomorrow.

#bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs smut #bungo stray dogs imagine #nikolai gogol #nikolai smut #nikolai gogol smut #nikolai x reader #bsd nikolai #bsd smut #bsd x reader

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lirational · 1 year ago

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Gazania

Alpha!Coquelicot x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Dark content, Omegaverse, dubious consent, (minor) dehumanization. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

Disclaimer: Written before release with minimal information. OOC abound. You have been warned!

Additional message: I promise I am working on the requests I am sorry RUSJDUDJSHSB

SMUT UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

If, back then, you were told that one day you would be snatched up on the streets while taking a shortcut, you would’ve laughed in their face and tell them to stop watching too many movies.

Now, you would laugh without mirth, for such an event became your reality.

Fearmongers would claim that it was unsafe for an unclaimed Omega to roam freely without suppresants, even in short trips, and you were just an hour late for your next dose. You left your pills at home that day, figuring that the dose you took should give you enough time for the trip home.

A mistake you would come to regret.

When you came to, you were greeted by a woman clad in white, naked with your hands tied up in lace, laid sideways on a plush bed. Were you able to see yourself, you would realize that the ropes binding you created such a beautiful sight, an artful display meant for the woman now sitting on the sofa in front of you.

“Ah, I see you are awake.”

Her movements ooze elegance, from the way her dress wrapped around her lithe, pale body, down to the splotches of ruby jewels that gleamed like stark droplets of blood under the light. Her smile was terrifying, claiming, and as she stepped closer, you caught a whiff of her scent. Sweet, with something metallic hidden underneath that captivated your senses in a dance with the macabre. She was nothing short of beautiful, and you half wondered, in the start of your lust-inflicted haze.

Do your scent affect her even half as much as hers did?

A pointless question, and you gulped as you saw the bulge barely hidden by her short dress, the outline of a piercing visible at the end.

One hand grasped your cheek, the other tilting your chin up, forcing you to look at her ruby pupils that shimmered like blood. Her lips curled into a scimitar smile, and a shiver went down your spine, her touch setting your skin alight as your body started to submit in her presence—

The unmistakable presence of an Alpha.

“An unclaimed Omega, passing in such a secluded place… One would wonder whether you were trying to invite rabid mutts on yourself,” she shook her head, her gaze filled with a mocking compassion, tinged with unmistakable lust as her pheromones started to fill the room, spreading much like black coloring drops in pristine water. Desire was coiling in your body, preparing yourself for a potential mate, and you start to fidget, sweat dampening your skin while moisture gathered down below, likely forming a puddle with each passing second.

Despite that, the Alpha woman caressing you still seemed as if she was unaffected.

“As for my name… call me Coquelicot. Shorten it as you like, I only want to hear you scream it later,” she accentuated her threat with a rough twist on your nipples, drawing a groan that escaped your lips before you could think to even stop it, “My dear flowers have been keeping an eye on you. To think the chance to take you away arrived this soon…”

“Y, you can’t do this,” you reply, your trembling, high-pitched voice undermining any attempts at loading your voice with a semblance of authority, “My roommates will be looking for me if I don’t reach home before ten, and, I attend the—“

“They have been taken care of, my little Omega,” she cut you off, hand reaching for the ribbon on your back. With that, just like unwrapping a present, your bonds unraveled, dropping into strips of ribbons on the bed. She took one end of the ribbon and lifted your wrists up, binding your hands together, then pulled the end of the knot with her teeth, forming a tight seal that did not even allow even the slightest movement.

Her fingers glide down the sides of your body, gripping your waist in a vice-grip strength. In a contrast to your state, as you get messier from sheer desperation with each tick of the seconds, she was the epitome of patience. Her other hand cupped your dripping folds, and in a contrast to her projected grace and beauty, the way she presses on your entrance almost screams out her desire, before slipping the tip of one digit in. In a teasing motion, she wriggled her finger, and it was enough to make your toes curl, the end of a choked moan slipping through pursed lips.

“That’s no good,” she tutted, then slipped a second finger in, curling her digits before she spread them apart, drawing out a high-pitched noise that slipped out before you could stop it.

“I want to hear you.”

Even if what was left of your thoughts could muster a fight, your body had long recognized it was futile. White was creeping at the edges of your vision, while your body bucked in response to any form of stimulation. Coquelicot’s movements conveyed impatience that was not visible from how calm and languid she sounded, delicate fingers massaging your walls and mapping each reaction that spilled from your lips.

Coquelicot smelled of blood and roses, distinct metallic tang fading into sweetness at the end, the scent potent enough that with a whiff, you felt like metallic sweetness had swirled on your tongue and coated your insides. She kept up the scissoring motion of her fingers, undeterred in her quest to split you apart, to truly stake her claim on you. With a shuddering breath and a mockery of an attempt to call out her name, you spilled on her fingers, coating her pale hand with your slick.

Under the throes of your still burning lust, only slightly alleviated by coming once, you beg for her.

“Please… Coque— no, please, more—,” finally, finally a plea slipped from your lips, your earlier hiss and bite all but gone as your whole being yearned, screamed for her. You try to buck your hips, to meet the base of her fingers in hopes of feeling her touch on that sweet, sweet spot once more, yet she was too quick, a confident smirk gracing her face. It was a stark contrast to the twitching member hidden beneath her short dress, its length tenting the white garment enough that if you look just a bit lower, you would have seen everything she has down there.

“Ah, now you are finally begging! Show me, show me then, my little Omega, show me how desperate you are.”

Coquelicot stopped moving her fingers, though she kept them inside you.

“Use those hips of yours, let me hear you call my name, my blooming Gazania, my beautiful Omega. Give me unshakable proof of your loyalty for me.”

You have all but thrown your dignity to the wind, allowing yourself to be consumed by this blood-coated promise of pleasure. Though you were pinned down, restricting your movement, you still obeyed the best you could, rolling your hips in an attempt to meet the base of her fingers.

If only you could see your own expression, wanton with lust and eyes no longer reflecting any coherent thoughts. Your skin shined with sweat, evidence of the furnace burning inside, and yet you still wanted - no, needed - more. Your attempts were futile, and from the amusement dancing in Coquelicot’s gaze, she was fully aware of it.

“What happened, my little Omega? Don’t you want release?”

There was mocking glee in her voice.

“I need— I need you inside me,” you admitted with trembling lips. As an afterthought, you added, “Please.”

To your surprise, she smiled, and with an embarassing, wet sound, she pulled her fingers out, leaving you with a gaping ache bigger than you have expected.

Then, sheshoved her sullied fingers into your mouth.

“Clean this up first, then.”

Her command was accentuated as the pheromones swirling in the room intensified, turning your emptiness into clawing, unending, torturous desire. Evidence of your need had long since dripped onto your inner thighs and sullied the luxurious bed you were on, sheer need driving your thoughts to nothing else but the alpha in front of you.

You obeyed, swirling your tongue on her digits, tasting yourself on her skin.

Satisfied, she pulled her fingers out, then you saw a glimpse, her elegance almost discarded out the window as she pulled down her own panties, ruined and sullied with her own juices. As she pulled her dress aside, you saw her member in all seven inches of its full glory. The gleam of metal gave away its pierced tip and sides, with a short ornament hanging on its very tip, close to the bead of precum already forming. A spiked cock ring could be seen at the base, its look reminiscent of rose thorns.

She did not give you a chance to admire it.

She aligned her pelvis with yours, looking at you with a gaze so loving, so deep in a wave of obsession that threatens to sweep you under. The tip of her cock pressed against your entrance, then it slipped in all too easily, your clenched walls allowing you to feel each bump at the side pressing against you.

Her slow entrance kept you at edge, even as the grip of her fingers tightened on your shoulders, a sign that she, too, was impatient and close to ramming everything inside. As she slid down slowly, savoring the feeling, you felt more complete. Euphoria washed over you as she finally slid everything inside you, her cock now pressing so deep you could feel it threatening to truly, finally split you apart and bind you to her in vines full of thorns and deceit.

“Try to stay awake, dear Gazania,” Coquelicot warned, the mockery made clear with her laugh.

That was not your name, but you could not find it to protest - perhaps, more like you were not given a chance to as her thrusts became faster, more erratic, a sign that she has truly let go of her restraints. Her ruby eyes almost shined with the intensity of it all, and her breaths became ragged, though you only saw that glimpse for a second before she lunged for your exposed skin, kissing marks that would paint your skin in smudged red and dark blue bruises later on. From your shoulders, the column of your neck, to your breasts, she kept you aware and able to feel everything she did, both as she rearranged your insides with each thrust, and the way her tongue swirled patterns on your stiff nipples.

Her groans became more stilted, louder, and so were your moans, spilling unbidden without care of who or what might hear the two of you tangled in twisted, bloodied passion. She pumped faster, caressing that sweet, sweet spot, her movements desperate for her own release, while you saw stars at the edge of your vision as you tipped over the edge, adding to the mess that was already pooling beneath you. Her cock twitched, once, twice inside you, then she came, her girth swelling, filling you up with both the scalding hot proof of your passionate tangle, and her dick that now acted as a plug, keeping you two in each other’s embrace.

You could feel that a little bit almost spilled out, yet it remained there, as if Coquelicot did not want any of it to go to waste.

“Haah, my flower… you are finally mine,” she muttered, warm tongue licking the spot near your neck, her breaths fanning the spot and causing you to shudder, but you were already too full, the craving of your body satisfied, and you wanted nothing more than to curl up, perhaps from the mix of shame and satisfaction. Thankfully, she seemed to understand, and helped shift your position, allowing you to sleep on your side, though still tangled. The last thing you heard, before she drifted off and left you to ponder your fate alone, was her sweet whisper.

“Let’s do it again when you are rested, my dear flower.”

#path to nowhere #path to nowhere x reader #ptn x reader #path to nowhere headcanons #yandere #ptn coquelicot x reader

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chuuyasheaven · 2 years ago

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Request; @imalittlebitlovedrunk ->“can you do 10 + 15 w/ nikolai ?? , they/them pronouns please :)”

Prompt/Number; 10: “You taste fuckin’ sweet, y’know that?” / 15: “You look so good in this dress, you'll look better when i rip it off of you, angel.”

Summary; Nikolai stops you from having a night out with your friends! <3

Warnings; Dom!Nikolai, sub!afab!Reader (they/them), teasing, fingering, Petnames, smudged make up, dacryphilia, etc.

Notes (from me); This may be ooc!Nikolai so yea, Enjoy! 💖 (update: HOW DID I JUST NOW FIND OUT HOW TO DO THIS SMALL FONT??? IM SO DISAPOINTED IN MYSELF..)

“Hey, dove! Wanna do some-”, Nikolai stopped talking the second he saw you.

You were standing in front of a mirror, applying lipstick, in the most beautiful dress he’s ever seen.

I mean, how could a dress capture your waist so perfectly?

“Oh, what’s the occasion, dear?”, Nikolai asked while looking at you, waiting for your response.

“I’m going out with my friends, Kolya. I’ll probably be away for an hour or two.”, you said, fixing your hair before leaving the bedroom.

Nikolai just watched you leave, then he ran after you because he realized you were leaving. (He’s so silly 😋)

Just when you reached the door, Nikolai catches up to you.

As he was blocking the door, you looked with slight confusion.

“Kolya, could you please move? I’m gonna be late.”, “But, dove, i want a goodbye! You didn’t think i was gonna let you leave without giving me a kiss?”, you sighed as you kissed him quick on the lips.

“Come on! Give me a kiss filled with love!”, Nikolai pouted, you did as he pleased.

You kissed him, longer than last time. Nikolai didn’t let go, while you waited for him to.

When you tried, he pulled you back by your chin. You saw no other way of getting out, so you had no choice but to leave him be.

As deeper the kiss got, you cared less. Nikolai moved you both to corner you on the wall. Now his hand was moving down to grab your leg, Nikolai lifted it to level his waist.

Finally, you parted your lips, a string of saliva connected your lips.

Catching your breath, Nikolai smirked as he noticed that this kiss smudged your lipstick.

That’s when he went down on your collarbone, leaving lipstick stains.

“N-nikolai, i have to go-”, “Fuck your friends, darling. You should spend this night with me instead. Besides, you look pretty in this dress, yes, but you’ll look better when I’ll rip it off of you. ”

You wanted to protest, but you felt your dress lifting up to your waist. With his skilled hand, Nikolai moved his hand back down gently, until he got to your panties.

He pulled them down, seeing you’re slightly wet.

“Oh my! Dove, you didn’t think of going out like this, right? It would be hard of not thinking of me, hm? Should i do anything about it or do you still wanna go out? It’s your decision.”, you looked away in embarrassment, making him even more amused.

“I assume you pick the first option? Don’t worry, dear, you can tell me.”, you were late anyways- would it really matter if you miss it once? Okay, just pull yourself together.

“..Please, f-fuck me, Kolya-”, you halfway finished your sentence and his two fingers were drilling into you.

In scissor motion too, he knew how crazy this makes you go. (But not crazier than him)

Anyway, he was pumping his digits in ‘n’ out of your cunt. Just when he pumped them out that last time, he took them out to taste your sweet slick.

“God, you taste so fuckin’ sweet, y’know that, dove?”, Nikolai then started taking off his undergarments, excited to see his cock, you got even wetter.

You let your head rest on his shoulder when he entered your pussy, with no problems. Geez, how were you so wet?

While he was entering though, you accidentally bit him, leaving a hickey.

Not that he cares, infact, he loved it.

This motivated him to start moving, since he was getting you ready earlier, it made you already sensitive.

Nikolai picked up the speed, desperate for his release. Not noticing that it was way to much for you. He noticed when he felt something wet on his shoulder, were you crying?

Indeed, you were.

Nikolai was overstimulating you, when you you couldn’t take anymore, the tears flowed. Not because of pain, it was because of the overwhelming pleasure you received from him.

Which was why you came faster than you normally would. You looked up to face Nikolai, he picked up his pace even more. Was he getting off from you crying because of his cock?

“Fuck! I’m close, dove..just keep on clinging on me like t-that!”, Nikolai moaned.

Just like he said, he came.

When you tried to control your breathing again, Nikolai rested his head on your shoulder.

“So, what about round two in the bedroom, darling? We still have the whole night, right?”

This was rushed, but i actually like this one! 🥳

#nikolai gogol smut #bsd s4 #nikolai x reader #nikolai smut #bungo stray dogs nikolai

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angelwishess · 1 month ago

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The Look of Love Something.

Eels are cowards. Doves are flighty. It is in their nature to run away.

𐙚 Pairing: Floyd x Kyra (oc x canon)

𐙚 Contents: Kyra and Floyd being cowards yet again, Floyra admit you have romantic feelings for eachother challenge !!! (IMPOSSIBLE), Floyra shennanigans™️ , barely any actual dialog im afraid, a casual game of The Floor is Lava turned into a Lion King recreation, Cheesy dancing (i think Floyd could do the worm, Jade too), idiots being in love, Floyd might be a little ooc pls have mercy ive never written a fic for a fandom LMAO

(THIS IS PRETTY LONG SO BE WARNED LMAO)

They should’ve known better, really.

Whenever Kyra and Floyd were together, they never get anything done. In fact, they do just the opposite— deciding to do everything but the thing they were supposed to do.

Floyd was on clean up duty tonight. He roughed up some customers earlier that day and Azul decided he should clean up his mess. And so here he was, whining and groaning to Kyra about how boring it would be. How he’d be all alone and stuck with sweeping up shattered glass and ceramics, complaining about how lame it was and how mean Azul was being. “It wasn’t my fault!” He whined, face squished up against their desk. Kyra peered over him with a hum, playing with some stray stands of his messy teal hair, before tucking it behind his ear to get a better look at his pouting face.

She knew it was mostly just him being dramatic, trying to rope her into his mess, again. She chuckled at the sight of such a sad face from him. He was too cute for her heart to take sometimes, she just wanted to squish his face and kiss him til’ he was covered in lipstick stains, but she’ll hold herself back for now.

“Why’d you even start a fight in the first place, Floydie?” She hums, pinching his nose which in turn made him scrunch up his nose, shaking off her hand. “Not m’fault. It was his for bein’ annoyin’.” He rolls his eyes, sitting up a little straighter. He leaned against the palm of his right hand, lips still pushed out in a pout.

“Quit sulking, you’re such a big baby.” She chuckles, poking at his cheek. With a huff he bites her finger in retalliation to her teasing, sharp jaws digging down on her delicate flesh. Yet she doesn’t flinch, instead she laughs. Tilting her head to the side and peering down at him affectionately, “Now you’re really acting like a baby. If you’re that upset then I’ll tag along n’ help you out later tonight.”

The mer-eel lights up at that, releasing her finger from his sharp jaws, he grabs her wrist instead. “Eeh?~ Really? You will?” She nods, using her hand that was in his grasp to pinch his cheek gently, “Course I will! I don’t think I’d be able to handle hearing you whine like baby all day.” She snickers, and Floyd traps her in a tight squeeze. Knocking the air right out of her lungs— but she doesn’t mind, hugging him back with almost as much as enthusiam as him. “Yaay!~ Shrimpy’s gonna come with me!”

And so, later that night she found herself at Mostro Lounge to help Floyd clean up. Leaving Grim to his own devices at Ramshackle, she assured him it would be quick, and she’d be back before he knew it.

…Of course, things don’t always go as planned. Especially when you put two people like Floyd and Kyra together.

Cleaning turned into sneaking into the kitchen, snatching some of the leftover ingredients to make the most random and strange of food combinations… If you could even call their ‘creations’ that. Pasta doused in chocolate milkshake and topped with anchovies, onigiri but the filling was ketchup, sprinkles and pickles.

A bowl of all of the candy and sweets they could find, filled to the brim with energy drinks like some sort of candy soup, topped off with a scoops of ice cream as if that made it any better…

“Woah, that looks like a heart attack.” Floyd chuckles, stirring the bowl of candy, and more candy. “Not enough of a heart attack, if you ask me! Needs more’a this!” Kyra giggles maniacally, slightly pushing Floyd away from the bowl as she squirts on a disgusting amount of chocolate, caramel and strawberry syrup. “Wooaah. Gross.” Floyd giggles, the concotion of sugar-packed ingredients quite literally bubbling at this point.

“..Do you guys have whipped cream around here?” She grins mischeviously, and he grins back. “Oh, you bet we do!” The duo cackled like a couple of mad scientists in a lab, scheming their next insane invention.

They tried all of it. Naturally. They probably shouldn’t have, Kyra was sure she’d wake up sick tomorrow, and she’ll have nightmares of that horrendous ‘pasta’, but hey! It was still fun! Still, there was so much of it left! It’d be a shame to just waste food like that… Why not give back to the people, right? Tomorrow, some unfortunate lucky students will get a chance to taste their masterpieces! How kind of them.

Cooking turned into playing ‘The Floor is Lava’ in the empty lounge. Bumping into all of the chairs and tables like they were balls in a pinball machine, knocking them over and making an even bigger mess than there was originally.

As they both made a run for it to get to ‘high ground’, a mischevious grin stretched out across Floyd’s face as he stalked closer to Kyra, who was crouching atop a lone chair. Naive. Unsuspecting of the horror that was Floyd who was slowly approaching. Lurking. Her eyes were glued to the floor, so concentrated. As if she was trying to actually turn the floor into lava. It made him chuckle, she was too cute sometimes.

With a chilling giggle from Floyd, Kyra snaps her head to look at him so fast you’d think her head would’ve flied off. Long legs slowly making their way towards her and her sad, lonely chair. “Floyd…” she warns, trying to scoot away from him, legs of the chair screeching against the floor.

“Hiii Shrimpy~” He grinned, drawing closer to her. She leaned over to grab a lamp at a nearby table, pointing it to him like a weapon. “Don’t you dare! Stay back! Back!” Kyra jabbed the lamp-turned-weapon at the air in his direction. But that only made him smile even more, sharp teeth on full display. “Aaw, why though? I thought you liked me…” He pouted, but despite his sorrowful tone his pace never slowed, “Aren’t we best friends?” He drawled out, sharp eyes never leaving her as his hand slammed down against the table Kyra had found her salvation of a lamp on just earlier.

He tilted his head, watching as she scooted away. Rather slowly… Pathetically slowly. Like a snail. Honestly, it was real funny, she looked so determined, too. Her grip on the base of the lamp was tight as she waved it around like a torch instead of a lamp. Like her life really was in danger. He cackled, crawling ontop of the table, teeth bared and his intentions clear. Cold blooded betrayal.

“Floydie— My bestiest of besties! Love of my life! My favorite eel man! Lets talk about this!” Kyra grins sheepishly, slowly realizing her lamp really wont do anything. Such a let down. “Mmm, talk about what? Just earlier you were sayin’ to get away from ya…” his nails dragged across the table, tapping against the surface, “Shrimpy’s so mean. I jus’ wanted to get closer to ya. You looked so lonely from way over there.” He sighed, but there was no light in his eyes. Only malice as he drew closer to the edge of the table— closer to her.

“I was just kidding! All fun n’ games around here, yeah? Come oonn, you wouldn’t actually push me off, right?” She chuckled, the harsh screech of the feet of the chair dragging across the floor backwards rang through her ears, as did Floyd’s laughter.

And before she knew it, she was falling. “Uh oh—“ she yelps, feeling the weight of gravity pushing her down. She had dropped her lamp, it fell to the floor— but she didn’t, not yet, atleast. Sprawled out horizontally, hands gripping the edge of the table while her feet balanced on the wobbly chair. Panicked, she looked up at the figure shadowing hers.

“Love of your life, huh?” Floyd grinned, his sharp teeth glinting in the moody lighting of the Mostro Lounge. “You really mean that?” He hummed, tilting his head as he brought his face closer to hers. “Yeah— yep! I did! So, help me out here!” She whined, struggling to keep herself upright. “…Please?” Kyra winced, peering up with pleading eyes. Trying to muster the sweetest expression she could, hoping it’d atleast earn her pity points.

“Hmm…” Floyd paused, tapping at his chin, seemingly deep in thought. “…Nah.”

“Nooo!!“ And with a single gentle poke to the forehead with his index finger, she dramatically fell face first into the floor. She groans, trying to get up only for the back of her head to bump into the table from under. “Ooww..!” She whined, rubbing the back of her head as she shifts her position. Laying so shes staring into the bottom of the table, Floyd cackled, poking his head out from between the legs of the table, meeting her pout with a playful grin.

“I win!~” Kyra huffs, in retalliation she grabs his scarf, pulling him down with her. “No, you don’t.” she laughs, resting her chin against the palm of her hand as she laid on her stomach, lifting his hat that fell on his face when he landed on his back. She sticks her tongue at him, and he pouts. “No fair.” “If we go down, we go down together, right?~”

“..uh oh.” Kyra gulped, eyes landing on something not too far from where they were laying, underneath the table, making her sit up. “Eeh?~ What is it, Shrimpy?” Floyd blinked, turning his head to look to the direction she was— “…Oops.” A fallen soldier. Kyra’s precious lamp, the glass shattered on the ground. Its purpose fulfilled.

Playing games turned into cleaning, again. looking at the chaos that they left behind. You’d think a natural disaster passed through, or a stampede of wild animals broke into the lounge. Either way, they reluctantly began to do the task they were supposed to do in the first place.

The scarf, hat and blazer of Floyd’s Octavinelle uniform were long forgotten, messily thrown atop the surface of one of the couches in a pile of clothes,

His sleeves were rolled up as he fixed the fallen furniture, turning them back upright, sweeping away the remains of Kyra’s beloved lamp with some tears from Kyra. But it was too quiet. So what better to fill that silence than with some music? Floyd took out his phone, connecting it to the speakers of the Lounge that was usually used for Elena’s preformances, even now Kyra can still hear her unforgettable voice playing in her ears.

Floyd’s playlist was a mess.

Well, a better way to describe it was organized chaos, but that also described just about everything Floyd did. Every other song changed from one genre to another, from high energy to slow and solemn. From rock to jazz, pop to indie. There was probably every kind of music genre in his playlist, a music fanatic’s dream. There were bands Kyra was sure even the Music Club didnt know about— who the hell were Tony and The Trebblefingers??

Regardless, they enjoyed every song from start to finish, dancing more than they were cleaning, using the broom handles as mics as they sang together dissonantly, singing their hearts out in the middle of this empty lounge.

Before they knew it, they were dancing together in an uncoordinated waltz. The slow, jazzy music continued to play in the background as they swayed together. Floyd spun her around, they bumped into eachother and laughed. If this was a ballroom they’d definetly get dirty looks, but its just them.

Floyd likes it like that. Just them. Kyra does, too. But they never say it, not outloud atleast.

Two blind idiots, performing an uncoordinated dance to an audience of no one.

The rest of the world seems to dissappear whenever its just them. Suddenly, nothing else really matters other than the moments they spend together, moments that they keep dear and close to their hearts. Moments that keep them up at night wondering if they meant more.

He chuckled, pulling her into a dip. He was about to say something— but he couldn’t. All of the sudden, all of the words he had got stuck in his throat and his tongue tied into knots. His mouth went dry as he looked at her,

…She was beautiful.

Well, he knew that already. Who didn’t? But even so he couldn’t help but stare. The dim lights of the Mostro Lounge painted her features in a beautiful, blue and purple shimmer, highlighting every line and curve of her face, of her delicate features.

She looked just like an angel like this, pretty lights making her eyes shine even more. Her laugh rang in his ears, no genre of music could ever compare to that, he thinks. Theres not a sound more beautiful in the world.

She smiles at him, and it looks like shes saying something, but he can’t hear a thing. His thoughts reeling but halted to a stop at the same time— and his heart beated out of his chest like a drum. His gaze fell to her lips.

Red, and so very soft. No matter how many times she kisses his skin he could never get enough of it. He could never get enough of her. Could never get enough of that dazzling smile that charmed him every single time, whenever she’d ask for a favor and flash that grin she knew he’d melt and fall for it in a heartbeat.

She says something again, he doesn’t know what. All he knows is she sounds pretty. And her smile falls. She stares back.

She stares back at him with the same expression, because how could she not be in awe when he looked so soft? When he held her so gently like this— but he always did. Sometimes it felt like he was scared to hurt her, he never said it but she could tell from the way he’d handle her with such delicacy.

How could she not stare back the same way when he looked so stunning? Mismatched eyes that charmed her from the moment she laid eyes on him, dazzling in this light. He was unique, different. And that made him all the more beautiful, all the more enthralling and captivating. Actually, everything about him was captivating, she thinks. From his smile to his laugh, he was beautiful, in body and in soul. In every way. Kyra couldn’t think of any way he wasn’t beautiful.

He looked at her with love.

She looked at him with love.

There was a beat of silence that fell between them. A tension slowly flooding the room, thick enough to cut with a knife yet just enough to breath all the same. Between them lingered unsaid words that were desperate to finally be said. Lingering questions, an unspoken desire they both shared.

Was this it? Will those desires finally be revealed? Laid out bare for eachother to acknowledge. The silence continued, the only sound being the music in the background and the flowing of water from outside the dorm, but the only thing that mattered right now was them. Everything else seemed to fade away.

The hues of blues and purples painted their figures in a romantic light, everything was perfect. If there was a time to finally let it all out… It was now.

“Floyd i…” Kyra opened her mouth to speak, snapping Floyd out of his trance, but making him painfully away about everything now. The way he was holding her, the look on her face, the sound of water. And he couldn’t bring himself to look away. “I…” Stuck in place like a statue, and his grip on her gets just a little tighter.

“…I think we should get back to cleaning. Azul won’t be happy to see we barely got anything done tonight.” She looks away, cheeks flushed a cherry red but her eyes were almost sad. “…Right, yeah— yeah. We should.” Floyd chokes out, helping her up but he doesn’t pull away. “Whats up?” Kyra chuckled, a sheepish smile graced upon her lips,

“Well, can’t really let’cha go when you’re holdin’ onto me like that.” He chuckles, glancing down to her hands that tightened around his shoulders. She stammers, stumbling slightly as she lets go off him, almost falling. Earning a hearty laugh from Floyd, “Hahaha! Man, you really do act like a fishie outta’ water no matter where you are!”

She huffs, dusting off and straightening her skirt before standing up straight, turning her heel to grab the broom she had discarded when dancing with Floyd, tossed aside without a second thought and laid across the floor, long forgotten. “Oh, shut up! Get cleaning, eel man.”

She throws him the broom he was using earlier, which he catches close to his chest, “oof,” he grunts, sharp eyes following her every move, watching her figure as she turned her back on him to clean up the Mostro Lounge. In a way… He was disappointed.

The same question from earlier weighed heavy on his mind. On his heart, as they cleaned, though it was much quieter than earlier. No words between them were said, and there was an air of silence between them. But they were thinking the same thing, and it was for that reason they chose not to speak.

“Well… That should be all of it!” Kyra grins, clapping off the dust on her hands before placing them on her hips proudly. The Lounge was as good as new! No furnitures or fixtures displaced any longer, no shards of glass nor ceramics scattered on the floor. All thats left to do was to finally close the Lounge,

Floyd let out a low whistle, leaning against the handle of his broom. “Hehe~, as good as new!” He chuckles, placing back the brooms where they got them in the storage closet as Kyra wiped down the last table, hair tucked behind her ear.

She put back the cloth she was using, brushing her fingers through her hair. “Well, um… Guess I should get going now.” She looks towards the exit of the Mostro Lounge, voice softer than usual. It catches Floyd off guard, his head whipping back towards her with an unreadable expression. But that was nothing new.

“Grim must be looking for me by now… And im sure the ghosts won’t let me hear the end of it.” She chuckles, but she falls silent with the lack of response from Floyd. “Well… uh, im off! See you tomorrow Floydie!” She makes her way towards the exit, only to be stopped by a tight pressure on her wrist.

“…Floyd?” She stops in her tracks, looking back at the taller boy who’s head was hanging low. She couldn’t see her face, but she could already tell he was in a sour mood. “…Shrimpy,” he began, his usual playful tone nowhere in sight as his grip on her wrist tightened, almost painfully so. “I, uh… Gotta ask ya somethin’, before you go.”

Kyra swears she can feel her heart stop. The heat on her face from earlier returning back ten times stronger. An embarrassing streak of red painted on her face, and she was sure she looked ridiculous. “Y-yeah…?”

“I—..” Floyd began, but the words died in his throat yet again. How badly he wanted to scream and just let it all out, but something stopped him. Hesitation, a subtle sense of fear lingering down deep in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t know why. He hated it. He wanted to tear it out himself. Destroy it and make sure it never comes back.

“..Could I stay at your place tonight? I don’t feel like goin’ back to my dorm.”

But he couldn’t.

“Its soo~o boring!~ Shrimpy’s place is much more fun!” Her tense shoulders slumped down, “Oh,” she sighs, forcing a small smile. “Hehe, ‘course you can! Why would I ever say no?” Why couldn’t she say it either?

“You don’t have to ask, silly Floydie!” She giggles, pinching his cheeks gently before taking his hand, and their fingers intertwined together like lace. They fit together perfectly, as if their hands were molded to hold eachother. “You can always stay with me. Cmon! Lets go! Its gettin’ late.”

She chuckled, and he smiled back. They walked together hand in hand, all the way back to Ramshackle. Hands intertwined, talking about whatever came to mind. Partially to forget about what happened tonight.

The stars the only witnesses of this pathetic display of two lovers, unable to admit there was something there. The moon sang a solemn song that night of what could’ve been, and the stars sighed in longing, watching the pair sneak back into the Ramshackle.

Beams of moonlight peeking into the windows of the run-down dorm, kissing the faces of the two who laid together, fitting into eachother’s arms like puzzle pieces in bed. Soft pillows and blankets messily scattered around them, Floyd kept her in a tight embrace, to Grim’s dismay. He grumbled about how Kyra brought back a stray with her, obviously not happy with the presence of a certain eel— but at this point, he should be used to it.

“Hey, Kyra!” A familiar voice rang out the hallway. The white-haired girl turned to see who it was, “Oh, hi Acey! All finished with basketball practice, huh?” She waved, offering him a polite smile. “Yeep.. Hah, heard you went stickin’ your nose in other people’s business again. Helped out with closing Mostro Lounge last night, huh?” The redhead chuckled, stretching upwards for a moment before tilting his head and shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his red varsity jacket.

She rolls her eyes, “First of all— I don’t ‘poke my nose in other people’s business’.” She huffs, poking his forehead with her index finger, earning a hiss from the shorter boy who swats her hand away. She chuckles, pulling her hand away from him. “And second, why’re you asking? Now it sounds like you’re the one sticking your nose into other people’s business.”

She crosses her arms, a smug grin on her face as she watches Ace roll his eyes. “Hey now, i’m nowhere as bad as you.” He points an accusing finger at her, but before she could retort back he speaks again, “Anyways— Floyd was totally out of it earlier during practice! He was so worked up about something, he even got in a fight with one of our guys.”

He shivers slightly, remembering the bone-chilling look of Floyd earlier today after storming out of the gymnasium. He looks back at Kyra, taking note of her expression. A mix of concern, but it looked like she knew exactly what he was talking about. She never was good at hiding her thoughts from her face. It was laughable.

“Did something happen last night? Heard from the other sophmores he was like that all day. And I swear I heard him grumbling about a ‘Shrimpy’.” He raises his brows, sure that hes caught her now.

Kyra freezes like a deer in headlights— but her smile never fades, albeit much more awkward than earlier. She clears her throat, turning away from Ace, his curious gaze still on her. “…No,” she shrugged,

“He must’ve just woken up on the wrong side of the bed. Nothing happened last night.”

“…You sure?” Ace raised a brow, his tone suspicious, not buying what shes saying at all.

“Yep. Nothing at all.”

‧₊˚ ⋅.𖥔 ˖ ໒꒱ A/N:

WOWZA THAT WAS ALOT LONGER THAN I THOUGHT IT’D BE… Im so sorry i write too much HEHEHE

This is actually the first time im writing a fic with fandom characters and not with my personal OCs!! Sorry if the characters are OOC, i tried 🥹🥹

Anyways!!! Floyd and Kyra are so annoying!!! I hate them!!! No way i finished this before the comic HEELP Thank you for reading if u got this far!! 🤗🎀💗

#🎀! fic #🎀🦈! floyra #twst #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst oc #yuusona #twst yuu #floyd leech #oc x canon #twst oc x canon #theyre so annoying PLEASE #bites them

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seytazen · 5 months ago

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When a Prime Falls

Ambition is the deadliest of poisons. It’s an unspoken fact. Codex Prime, one of the most beloved rulers in the history of Iacon, mysteriously falls victim to an assassin’s blade. The killer and their motives remained unknown, but they’ve unknowingly set destiny into motion. Rebels and propaganda are creating a perfect storm to rise up in the wake of the tragedy. The threat to those of noble standings are higher than ever, but they are determined to keep the status quo intact. As long as they keep Codex’s secrets hidden, they’ll be untouchable. Unfortunately, such is much easier said than done.

Orion had already accepted his predetermined fate as an ill-fit heir to the Matrix when his world came crashing down. A new destiny is unfolding for the entirety of Cybertron, and he will find himself at the head of it one day. He has much to learn before he is capable of holding such a burden, but he is determined to find the right path. Along the way, he’ll find twisted truths, buried histories, and pieces of himself he didn’t know existed.

Transformers— All Media Types

Tags

Royalty AU, Maximum High-stakes Drama, Romance, Viva la Revolution, Class Differences, Religious Trauma, Abuse of all types, Mutual pining, Unrequited Love, Infedelity, Regicide, Murder, Political Thriller, Sticky Sexual Interfacing, Orion is disabled and is a main character, No he doesn’t become magically “fixed” at the end, Yes it gets in his way sometimes and effects his everyday life, Eventual happy MegaOp, IronOp, ShockOP (one sided), Arranged Marriage, Unhealthy Relationships, Finding Healthy relationships, Infedelity, Unethical relationships, Betrayals, Back-Stabbing, Mommy issues, Daddy issues, Omniscient 3rd POV, Unreliable Narrator, Sexual Assault, Rape, Dead Dove: Do not Eat in places, Lots of Plot Twists, Inheriting the Throne, Assassination, Heavy on the World building, Step-mommy is a creep, SLOW BURN, VERY VERY SLOW BURN, heart break, break ups, slooooooooow burn, Sexual frustration, Trauma, Sexual Taboo (Not extreme), Pent up feelings, Orion is repressed as fuck, Megatron is obnoxious, childhood friends romance dynamic, protector/protected romance dynamic, Gentle Sex, Reunion Sex, Oh my god we didn’t die sex, Sleeping with a superior officer, Sleeping around for power, Blood sports, Dark pasts, coup de ta, suicidal thoughts, Trigger Warnings, Painfully oblivious, multiple relationships, everyone loves Optimus Prime kind of, angst, fluff, family drama, mystery, politics, Continuity Soup

Characters

Royal!Orion Pax, Disabled!Orion Pax, Megatronus, Optimus Prime, Megatron, Soundwave, Senator Shockwave, Shockwave, Elita One, OCified!Onyx, ooc Vector Prime, Alpha Trion, Ironhide, Bumblebee, Kup, Caretaker!Ratchet, Drift, Swindle, Rodimus/Hot Rod, Codex, OCified!Nova Storm, Mafia Boss!Dai Atlas, Wing, ooc Halogen

Relationships

Optimus Prime/Megatron, Orion Pax/Megatronus, Drift/Ratchet, Senator Shockwave/Orion Pax, Ironhide/Orion Pax, eventual Dai Atlas/Wing, OC/Ultra Magnus, Chromia/Ironhide

Coming Soon!

Hello everyone, long time since I’ve written anything! I’ve got several unfinished works, but I am determined to finish this one. I’ve been gone for a while for a variety of reasons, mainly because of my home life and because I’ve been busy trying to earn my BA in Creative Writing! I’m an aspiring author, but I know I need more practice writing for an audience and marketing and such if I want to be successful in the publishing industry. Fanfiction is an awesome way for me to practice without any additional costs to myself! This isn’t a first draft for a book that I’m wanting to publish, but if I do publish something you’ll find some similarities lol. I’m going to be releasing the entire fic at once with a few sneak peeks for you guys here and there, just like I would a real book, so stay tuned!

To those who are interested in following me in this endeavor, I’m grateful for your support ❤️

#transformers #headcanon #optimus prime #fanfic #megatron #maccadam #fan art #fanfic advertisement #seytazen draws #seytazen writes #trigger warning #mentioned sa #When a Prime Falls

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ddyfckr-a · 1 year ago

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bug-decal-kissing · 10 months ago

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Hey friends!

A new work, if only the stars could hear my love for you, by confetti_punk, was published today, with 1/1 Chapters released! It has a rating of General Audiences and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "ProhibitedWish, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, sappy till the hurt, Bittersweet, this is just a silly idea i had dont think too much into it tbh, A little ooc maybe?, idk scarab is just more passive then i usually like him to be, Emotional Hurt, fellas is it gay to go stargazing and cuddle together?, i love these dumb emotionally repressed old men so much guys, im so tired, had a migraine the whole to i wrote this but its okay cause im a brave boy"

You can read it here:

YESSSSSS A SOFT MOMENT BETWEEN THEM, IT'S DELICIOUS <33333 Prismo is so lonely and touch-starved; I think he needs,, a cat/silly BUT THAT ENDING AAAAAAGH AA NOOOOOO IM GOING TO THROW UP DONT DO THAT TO THEMMMMMM WAAAAAGH/pos

A new work, Party for a New Wishmaster by phoenixash234flames, was published today, with 1/1 Chapters released! It has a rating of Teen And Up Audiences and No Archive Warnings Apply, with additional tags "Implied Sexual Content, POV First Person, scarab pov"

You can read it here:

Orbo finds out what gay people are/j Prismo is so SMITTEN for Scarab and Scarab is so SMITTEN for him too, it makes me want to eat my walls/pos

NSFW works are below the cut :].

The Beginning is the End is the Beginning, by grylos, was updated today, with 13/? Chapters released! It has a rating of Explicit and Graphic Depictions Of Violence, and Rape/Non-Con, with additional tags "Genocide, Slavery, Sexual Slavery, Bombs, Suicidal Thoughts, Sad, Happy Ending, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Backstory, Slow Burn, Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Physical Abuse, Explicit Sexual Content, Corruption, Consensual Non-Consent, Rape/Non-con Elements, Self-Harm, Grooming, Oviposition, Bugs & Insects, bug sex, Cannibalism, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Suicide Attempt, Dismemberment, Violence, Blood and Gore"

You can read it here:

Baby's first (real) job <3 Amnion is my little guy now they are so sad and I think they need a nice blanket and then everything will be okay /j Helen is both cool and terrifying I want her to leAVE SCARAB ALONE HE DID NOTHING WRONG YOUR HONOUR </3

#prohibitedwish #prohibitedwish fics #the beginning is the end is the beginning #if only the stars could hear my love for you #party for a new wishmaster

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writeousposting · 3 months ago

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Introduction Post!

New writing account alert!! Mark your calenders!! 24/8/14, 12am!!

Intro under the cut 💞

Writeousposting !! <3

Name(s); Writeous, Nuke, or Doll!! (no preference!)

Pronouns; they/xe/it + neopronouns

bodily a minor, please keep this in mind.

Very mentally ill!!! Please also keep this in mind when interacting!

Link to our carrd, if you dont wanna read us going on and on; https://writeousposting.carrd.co

We're a writing account, if the name didnt let you clock it!!

^ Namely for fandoms, via requests!! (once we get those..)

List of fandoms we're in!

Pink; writing for, Blue; not writing for, purple; maybe!

arcana famiglia (does this have a fandom?)

Bungou Stray Dogs

call of duty??

chainsaw man

cuphead

Deadpool. (no other mcu things or wtv.. only Deadpool.. maybe spiderman..)

demon slayer

dragon pilot

dungeon meshi

five nights at freddy's

gravity falls - will change, I just need to rewatch first :)

haikyuu

happy sugar life

i am not okay with this

jujutsu kaisen

kakegurui? - maybe in the future

mario?? ig??

My hero? - in fandom, never actually watched :3

ouran private high school host club

pokemon - havent watched much in forever man

pressure - PLEASE

Puelle Magi madoka Magica

resident evil (specifically 8, village) - ooc if i do write, for sure

rising impact - please.

Saiki K - ooc, but id love it!!

School Bus Graveyard

seven deadly sins - idk the characters good enough!!

sonic - same as sds

stars align -angst..

suits..? - only if i get to hyperfixate on court for no reason for the fic

the resident? - make it medical information instead of court and you got a deal

Voltron - not finished yet, but i would love to write it!!

Wednesday - would need to rewatch first

whitepine - not enough content to write for it, will when more gets released though, maybe!!

and probably more..

regarding requests;

NSFW is.. fine, but it's either freaky or nothing. (if you dont include a kink ill choose one, but it WILL be freaky if you req nsfw, i promise :3)

Sensitive topics are awesome!! Please include them! Especially heavy ones! I like angst!! (ex; sh, eds, death, noncon, suicide, etc)

^ off of those two, feel free to ask for some INSANE shit. like please! i want to have to spam "dead dove: do not eat" before the cut!!

continuing..

some things are off the table due to my weird brain; crossovers arent fun for me unless it's like an ultra cool specific idea, so feel free to request, but it might be ignored. X reader / self inserts / ocs aren't huge for me, but if it's a good idea, maybe! It mostly depends on the fandom, really! (like no reader for like.. bsd, but mushroom oasis? or games where you play as a "player" rather than a character, as example)

Feel free to ask for things other than fics, such as headcanons or just random questions regarding lore!!

BYF; im problematic, so keep that in mind lol!

i also dont have a dni, but i wont entertain certain things, and i block freely.

^ you should too! dont like? dont interact! Simple!

Pinterest; writeouscoll (https://www.pinterest.com/writeouscoll/) I post WCUE stuff on there.

Twitter; writeousposting (https://x.com/writeousposting) same as here, writing/fandom stuff! (not too active tho)

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anchirayce · 1 year ago

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To Behold the Golden Sun Ch. 6

This takes place after the events of BG3. Basically, a smol adventure about Tav and Astarion arriving at Tav's childhood city to search for a way to have Astarion walk in the sun again! Drama ensues!

Rating: T - Strong language,

Warnings/Tags: Tiefling racism, alcohol use (responsible, suggestion of misuse), suggestion of non-con, suggestion of child abuse, typical canon violence, slight angst, hurt/comfort, slow burn(I mean it, it's slow), Astarion might be ooc, but hopefully not!

Tav couldn't always run away from his past. He knew this from the moment he started to help Astarion find a way to walk in the sun again. He wanted to stay away, but spurred by another failure, a memory of eld came to him. A whisper of something said, something promising. Hopefully, this little spark of hope was what he and Astarion were looking for.

Chapter One: Here

“Tav!” My shout bled with fear as I dove to pick him up. He had stopped screaming, but he was gone, his eyes darkened with loss of life. I looked back at his Deva, the angelic being closed its eyes, and shattered into nothingness. "Gale! I need your scrolls! Now!”

“Yes, I know, Astarion!” He replied, kneeling as he dug through his pack.

"Then you know how you need to hurry the fuck up, wizard!"

"I cannot revive him with you screaming!" I clenched my fangs back. Suddenly sobbing as Tav's body lay still.

It was the blood, it caused a new arm to be made from the flesh of the dragon. I hoped it wouldn’t harm him, but here he was. Gone from me. It was just temporary, I knew it was, but I hated seeing it even more now that he vowed to stay beside me.

I closed my eyes, shaking as my grip slipped on the blood. It was too much, too heavy, it made me nauseous. I hid my face against Tav's neck as I tried to force air into my lungs. I knew to trust Gale. I knew it was going to be okay. But the terror…

"Astarion!" Gale exclaimed, his rough pull on my shoulder wrenched me back. "He's alive…" I pulled away and his colour and breath had returned. I rushed to put my ear to his chest and released my exhausting tension.

"Thank you." I whispered. Gripping at the soaked fabric.

"Always, Astarion." He reassured me with a shaky pat.

“Come here. We will rest for now.” Jaheira tutted, shifting into an owlbear.

“We have to leave.” I hissed. The new appendage was bleeding. I tore at my suit and wrapped it. Hiding the bloodied golden arm, I could smell the blessing upon his blood, it mixed with his scent, it wasn't bad. But it scared me. I should have stopped him.

“We can’t, not with Tav like this. We should wait for him to wake.” Gale soothed, I looked at Jaheira as she curled around us. I began to move away but she stopped me. Encouraging me to hold him. I leaned against her massive form, a low purr calmed the unbearable suffocating tremor in my unbeating heart.

I kept glancing down the hall, expecting people to come. I could pick up the faint scent of a massacre. My wonderful selfless idiot must have held on for as long as he could. I felt the pull of exhaustion grow heavier, and eventually fell asleep.

I woke when Tav shuffled, I opened my eyes to look at him expectantly, hopeful. Terrified. Most of his right half shimmered with patterned scales. He opened his mouth. And reached in to prick his fingers against the sharpness of his longer fangs.

His long black hair was now peppered with golden streaks, the green dye had faded long ago. His right eye was an orb of golden magic, lacking an iris and pupil. I studied him and raised my hand to cup his cheek so he could face me.

“Astarion?” He gasped. “What happened?” He raised his right arm. Studying his fingers.

“I don’t know…” I lied. “But gods…look at you.”

“Is it bad?” He patted down his body.

“No! You’re golden. Specks in your horns, your hair, your eye.” I thumbed the lower lid.

“I must look…not great.” He scoffed curling into himself.

"Stop it." I huffed.

“I'm unsure about that, you look pretty fantastic to me! And you did it for a selfish reason for once! Good on you Tav!” Gale exclaimed, he was high on the pile of treasure. Searching for something.

“But I didn’t want to be selfish! I wanted--” He tried to find an excuse. "The dragon’s power--"

“You wanted to be with me.” I smiled and pulled his gaze back to me. I leaned to kiss him and he pulled me close.

He pushed me to the ground and with an exclamation Jaheira morphed back. “Cub, I would appreciate that you do not fuck your husband next to me.” Tav laughed loudly and got off with a lingering kiss. I stood with him, balancing him when he staggered. Jaheira went to the base of the pile picking through the treasure as well.

“Tav. How do you feel?” Gale called from the mountain.

He stared at the golden bones before us. “Alive.” It was his voice but he said it with such conviction, like he was trapped before.

“The dragon has given me its soul.” He smiled. “I can feel it. I think it'll protect us.”

“Gale, darling.” I cleared my throat. Trying to distract myself. “What are you looking for?”

“A Wish spell, for our dear Karlach.” Tav immediately ran forward.

“Do you think it will be here?” He exclaimed. I ran after him, pulling him back.

"You need to rest!" I hissed.

"I'm okay." He cupped my hand.

“The dragon, Tav. Gave me a box, to lock away the Netherese Orb. Of course there will be a Wish spell!” I huffed as the two began to dig around. Bantering about where to search, I stumbled back.

“Are you okay, Astarion?” Jaheira whispered.

“I…don’t know.” I clutched at the item I was given. It felt so heavy.

“Are you scared?” I didn't let on that I was utterly terrified.

“This is a cure for vampirism. How can I be scared? I'm utterly ecstatic."

“You don’t want to change, do you?” I looked at Jaheria, hoping that I didn't seem startled. I knew it was something to help me walk in the sun. It wasn't a cure.

“I-I don’t…" I sighed. “I’ve become so accustomed to it--”

She stopped me. “You know he will understand.”

“Yes, I know.” I walked away from her and helped the search.

“What does it look like?” Tav exclaimed.

“It’s hard to describe!” Gale returned. “Just look for something that looks like a star has fallen upon paper!” I began to dig through the hoard.

“You’d think he would at least organise it.” Tav muttered.

We searched, and searched. My hands throbbed from scrapping the heavy metal. I scoped through chests upon chests of…everything. Gold, silks, scrolls, none of which were what we were looking for.

“How has this man accumulated such a mass amount of wealth?” I huffed.

“I have no idea.” Tav replied. “But we should send some of it back to Baldur’s Gate.”

“We are not giving corrupt politicians authority over this vast amount of legendary treasure.” I tutted.

“Oh by Selune! No!” Tav gasped, “just some gold!”

“Ha! I found another pocket dimension!” Gale exclaimed. We continued to search, but I took a break, and threw coins at Tav until he turned and whipped me with his tail.

“You’re going to pay for that.” He teased.

“Oh, bite me, I already have.”

“Maybe I will. Because you had an interest accumulating." He slid down to me and snarled playfully. He looked so tired, and he shook as he held me. A fever had taken him.

"Tav, my heart, please rest." I begged.

He grinned and leaned against me, sighing against my coolness. "I'm okay. Just running hot, I feel fine."

"Okay, but you're pushing yourself again. Please Tav. The hoard isn't going anywhere." I whispered.

"I'll rest when we find the scroll." I tutted, not hiding my frustration.

"Fine. But if there is any inkling of you fainting. Then I will have Jaheira take charge with pinning you down." He nodded and pulled away.

“Tavalin!” We turned to Rowen calling him, and I let him go.

“Down here!” He called as I continued to search.

“Holy…” She gasped. “There’s a massacre outside of this room that people are too scared to go near. Now there’s a dead dragon! I can’t believe it!" She shouted. She then cried loudly from shock. "Tavalin what did you do to yourself?”

“I was granted a wish.” He replied, a small grin peaking through.

“Don’t worry this isn’t the worst thing he’s done.” I sneered.

“How is it not?”

“He’s drunk from a tankard of…questionable substances offered by an undead bartender!” Gale regaled her loudly.

“And licked a spider…” I cringed.

“That was funny.” Tav snickered, nudging me.

"What the fuck…" She huffed, we returned to the pile and took our time to scatter it about.

“What are you doing?” Rowen shouted, Jaheira replied to her as we pulled away the gold.

“Join us if you can.” Tav mentioned. “An extra pair of hands would be lovely.” She hesitated and looked towards Gale and I.

“Come now, darling. We won’t bite. Well, Gale won’t.” I slid down the pile and offered it to her. I dug beside her, explaining what we were looking for.

“So…” She cleared her throat. “How did you two meet?”

“Tav and I?” I asked.

“Aye.”

“It wasn’t on the best of terms, we were fresh off the nautiloid. I tried to kill and the wonderful bastard headbutted me.” I chuckled, surprised by my honesty.

“Has he opened up to you about his past?” She whispered.

“He has.” There was a pause.

“Astarion, I’m going to tell you something. It’s up to you whether you tell Tavalin.” She picked up a chalice and placed it down next to her. “Tavalin wasn’t born here.”

I stared at her from the corner of my eye. She seemed to be telling the truth. “What happened for him to fall into The Hollow?”

“His parents were chosen as sacrifices.”

“He mentioned something like that--people disappear at this mansion.” She nodded.

“The Lord of the Land forced nobles and the wealthy to contribute to spare their lives. But then he would just kill them anyway. We don’t know what exactly happened, but Tavalin was exiled into The Hollow after his parents were chosen. Then the bastard went willingly back after Lin died.” She rubbed her face with frustration. “The Enclave has tried to overtake this town. But no one has been powerful enough to kill the dragon. Until your little merry group.”

“Why tell me this?”

“Father Garret told me to. And...you're very close to Tavalin. If it came from me he wouldn’t listen.”

“I wouldn't be so sure. Tavalin has listened to the worst feebly explain their actions.” An ironic grin fell upon my lips. “He is far more patient then you might remember too, darling.”

She swallowed and stared at him. “I'd rather you talk to him.” She continued to dig, and before I left to search another area she added. “Thank you for looking out for him.”

I grinned and looked back at him as he slipped on the gold. Tav gave an exasperated growl and scrambled back up. But stopped halfway.

“Holy shit! Holy shit!” He laughed, “Gale! I think I found it!” I crawled up to him and began to dig with him. A pale piece of parchment was buried deeply. It shimmered like the night sky.

We managed to dig it out, and triumphantly Tav held it up. Gale studied it and with a beaming nod he said. “It’s a Wish spell!”

Tav turned to me. “Quickly love, we need to keep this safe.” I nodded and grabbed our bag of holding from the dimension.

“No, no. Pocket dimension, please.” I nodded again and we placed it inside.

“Rowen take as much as you can carry!” Tav said as he grabbed a box and began to fill it.

“Are you certain?” She asked hesitantly.

“We’re going to fill Gale’s pocket dimension with gold and give it to Baldur’s Gate to help rebuild. You’ve helped us and you should be able to travel with Father Garret now.”

“But what of this city?” Tav lost his smile.

“Let it burn.” He growled. “It doesn’t deserve anything but ire.”

“I-I understand.” Rowen nodded. We fell into a silence as we filled what we could. There was still a massive amount of gold.

“What should we do?” Gale asked, pocketing his little dimension.

“Destroy the entrance. We plundered what we could, if someone finds it. Let them.” The wizard nodded in understanding of our leader's words. And as everyone left he flicked his wrist at the pillars. The sound rang through my ears painfully. We took to a sprint, and I saw the carnage around me. Tav didn’t return my glance, his eyes clouded with focus.

There was another explosion and the great hall of the vault began to shatter and crumble. We ran up the flight of stairs. Tav struggled to keep up, cradling his arm against himself. I slowed and pulled my arm around him to keep him steady.

Until all of us burst from the collapsing arch. “Astarion its day!” Tav stopped and pushed me back from a ray piercing through the cracked roof. The foundation of the mansion shook again.

“Pocket dimension!” I took it out and rubbed the surface. Tav clutched it to his chest and I was subjected to a stare at his golden hand.

With a moment's rest I slowly curled against a stack of pillows I pulled from our bag of holding. And peered at the item the dragon gave me. It was a brilliant yellow crystal with whispers of white cracking through. Morphed in the shape of a sun. I placed it in my hand and it melted and changed into an elegant chain bracelet. It was plain and beautiful.

“Nothing better than a changing piece of jewellery.” I chuckled to myself.

“Sorry love. Did you say something?” Tav panted, pulling up the brooch to show his face.

“I’ll tell you when we’re out of the sun, my treasure!” I place my hand against the mirror. I heard shouting, muffled by Tav’s exertion. My chest hurt with guilt as I stepped away from the walls, the sun was fully bathing the area. And the artefact I carried might not even work.

I lowered myself to the floor, sighing with exhaustion. I continued to listen to commands and more cries from our enemies. I was missing all of the drama, but fighting that dragon really took it out of me. So I selfishly waited.

“Astarion?” Tav’s voice echoed.

“Yes dear?” I stood.

“It’s safe.” I rubbed the wall and shuddered as the magic left my body. We all stood in a dark and simple hovel. I hid the bracelet against my torn clothes and observed the group. We were all tired. And even with the light trance I felt my body yearn for a soft bed with Tav beside me.

“Welcome everyone.” Father Garret announced. “Plunder well?” He grinned.

“Very.” Tav replied. “We destroyed the entrance to the vault. If there is a way back I hope it remains hidden.”

“There is.” Father Garret said, “that secret will remain between Rowen and I though.”

“Good.” Tav sank to the floor, sighing audibly. He raised his arm again and clenched his fist. I sat next to him, grabbing the soft scaled hand. He was still unconditionally warm. And I relished in it.

He pulled away when it was his turn to bathe. I went after he had finished and settled next to Gale on the floor when I had thoroughly washed the blood from everywhere.

"Where is Tav?"

"Unsure." He mentioned as he read through the thick book. I worried the stone with my thumb, and waited for him. Jaheira gave me a reassuring nod as she and Rowen talked. Eventually I curled into myself and took a trance.

“Astarion?” Tav whispered in my ear. I blinked awake and looked at him.

“Come.” He pulled me up and out of the house, his tail flicking excitedly. He pulled me into a clearing of snow. Our tent was set up, inviting and warm. Tav wore his summer clothes. It seemed like the cold didn’t bother him anymore, hardly did before.

He closed the flap and spoke. “Ready to become mortal?” He said as he settled onto the furs and crossed his legs. His tail tapped eagerly behind him.

“Yes, right.” I sighed and shuffled. I tried to find the words. I knew Tav would be disappointed with my choice. But a part of me always felt like he wanted me to be mortal. It would have been nice, but it's not what I truly cared for.

“Tav, I-I don't really want to become mortal.” He listened to me carefully, his expression was hard to read, his tail stopped as well. I pulled out the stone currently morphed into a small glistening globe. “I’m-I’m scared to have my body changed again. I know it’s been so long, and Gods, to have every ability of a mortal again…” I swallowed. “I just--this fear--” He closed my hand around the stone.

“Is this what you want?” He asked me.

I took a shaky breath. “Yes." I felt tears brimming my eyes. Frustrated, I pushed them away. Hating how emotional it made me.

“Then I will support you.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Astarion, why would I be?” He smiled, a scoff of disbelief puffing from his throat. “I just want to live a life with you. Whether we continue on the road or find a sweet nook where we do whatever. I want to be with you until our forever ends.” I kissed him, pushing my tongue through his lips to taste the dragon's blood. It was tinged with magic, an odd but not horrible taste.

"Can I drink from you?" Tav hesitated.

“I think it should be okay.”

“Your blood smells the opposite of toxic. If that's what you're worried about.” I soothed, he nodded and leaned back, taking off his shirt. He grabbed my waist as I moved his hair. His neck was still soft and warm. And when his blood filled my mouth I found myself lost in the taste.

It was pure, absolute, power. Tav's blood was sweeter, richer, bolder. I always adored the taste before, it was comparable to a cup of refreshing rose water. But now it was addictive. I nearly lost myself, growling low and greedily as I took.

“Astarion?” I immediately sat back, taking the last mouthful down.

"Your taste is different. It's good…" I had trouble shaking the primal urge.

"I didn't before?" He scoffed.

"Oh, no you were a bouquet. Now, you're a whole field." I returned to taste the drops from the small wound.

"Hm, romantic." Tav chuckled as he healed the wound and scratched at his arm.

"Does it bother you?" He shook his head, but then shrugged. And between us he raised the new appendage. The tear was smoothed with scales and flesh. Like it never happened. "Does it feel different?"

"Yes?" He was unsure. "I think it's the scales. Touch seems muted yet, it sparks." I took it and kissed his knuckles. It still smelled like him, only sharper. "Do I look bad?"

"No," I replied immediately. "You're still beautiful Tav. And I can't wait to see what new secrets you're hiding, my treasure." I said and laid beside him, resting on my elbow. His tails had wrapped around my shin, the tip lazily tapped itself against my ankle.

"Are you scared?" He nodded, still observing the new appendage and black talons.

"It's so new…" He sighed. "What if I made a mistake?"

"Then we will deal with it together." I reassured him, he joined me, staring up at the tent roof.

"Gods we really are the oddest couple in all of Faerun." He huffed.

"We are the most beautiful though." I took his new hand and weaved my fingers through.

"I'm glad we found something for you…" He began to mumble.

"Me too." I took in the silence, and with a soft huff managed to gather my words. “Tav, Rowen told me something you should know.” I turned to face him, he was asleep. With a sigh I pulled up the thin silk blanket and kissed his forehead. I settled beside him and allowed myself a well needed rest.

Astarion moved come morning. I sat up with him as he stared at the sunlight dappling through the flap. I reassured him with a gentle squeeze to his shoulder and leaned against him.

He reached for the sun, the crystal shimmering with magic. His hand filled with the cold rays. I almost couldn't bear to watch. But he laughed. Relief echoing across his body.

"Finally…" He whispered as I smiled and kissed his shoulder.

I stepped out first, Astarion followed but held himself taught. I couldn't imagine the unbearable pain of burning alive. So I gave him my patience as he adjusted and inched out carefully.

Luckily, nothing happened. He closed his eyes against the gentle caress of cold and warmth. I took down our tent as he basked for the first time in nearly two years.

"Gods, you're gorgeous." I came up behind him, moving his white curls so I could kiss his neck and he turned to hold me. Signing with content against my warmth and heartbeat. We stayed like this until we heard the others shouting for us. With a frustrated tut Astarion let me go and we made our way to the safe house.

There was an eagerness about the small group. And we all chatted excitedly as we gathered all the supplies we could and hitched a wagon onto Jaheira, the old druid insisted she pull her weight. And chided at me when I offered to walk with her.

“Where is everyone heading?” I asked as Astarion followed Gale onto the wagon. He kept worrying at the stone now clasped onto the shell of his ear.

Rowen glanced at Father Garret. “I suppose we might head to Baldur’s Gate. We might find some work helping rebuild.” Rowen said.

“Good, good! Same direction is nice." I smiled and moved to let her board. I stopped Father Garret with a hand and guilty whisper.

"What did you do with The Hollow?"

"It's already been taken care of. They are forever resting in the Moonmaiden's Embrace." I squeezed his shoulder in thanks and followed him onto the open wagon.

"What of you? Heading back to rest?" Rowen asked as I sat next to Astarion.

"No, no. We’re in need of a diabolist.”

“Why’s that?” She continued. As we settled down, Jaheira began to move.

“We’re stopping by Avernus. To show a devil what it means to piss us off.”

#astarion #astarion x male tav #bg3 #bg3 tav #established relationship #slight angst #slow burn #spawn astarion #astarion x mc #astarion x tav

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infernalight · 9 months ago

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titlemewickedwonderland · 2 years ago

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Seawater (Kaz Brekker) part 2

Summary: After escaping from a trader who deals in human trafficking Ira finds herself drowning in more than just the ocean. When she thinks she's going to die - She stares into the endless depths of the Leader of the Crow Club and suddenly she is drowning in more than just the sea.

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Fem!Oc

Warnings: Mention of SA, Angst, Slight Kaz Brekker OOC?

A/N: I have never read any of the books but have seen most of the show; it had been a while back but I hope I do this one-shot justice. I've revisited the show again so I wanted to write something.

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She was crying. She was screaming; beating at the man with everything she had but the man wouldn't budge. Like a boulder with the mind of a bull. She hurt and no matter how much her voice raised in protest he wouldn't stop. They never do. They come and they go; using her up and throwing her away like an old rag once their money's worth was spent. And she'd be left alone, cold, and feeling as if no amount of soap, baths, or even the damned holy water of a priest would cleanse her body or mind from the horrors she endured. She saw the figure looming above her with that familiar glint in his eye that she'd come to know real well as he bounced a bag of Kruge in his palm while he leered at her.

"I think I'll keep yah gurl. You're worth more than I paid for yah."

And then she was screaming. Screaming bloody murder as he walked away. The terror she'd never felt before now tearing into her like hot iron when she realized she'd never escape this man. This hellhole just wouldn't let go of her; whatever shred of hope or light she had snuffed out in that one sentence. Her fist banged against the dirty floor as her sobs echoed in the dark and dank room she'd been held in for the last few years. Her saints have forsaken her now and she was alone.

Hands gripped her and it felt as if spiders crawled along her skin. She screamed out a broken sob as she fought with all the desperation she had in her body. She hated the feeling. She hated it so much; the feel of their skin along her own. Were they trying to hurt her? Were they going to use her like so countless others have? She wouldn't let them! She'd die before she'd let a man use her ever again!

"Hey! Calm down, it's alright. You're safe! You're alright little dove!"

The words were spoken frantically as hands grappled hers that flailed; smacking and shoving as if fighting off an offender. And then her eyes opened; they blurred and unfocused around the dimness of the room. So sparsely decorated with a single bed, a desk by a window, and a large trunk of drawers at the foot of her bed. A nightstand sat beside her bed where a single candlelight illuminated her surroundings only a few feet around her and for a moment her foggy brain thought she was back in that godforsaken cell.

But then the scent of familiar spice came on a shaky inhale into her lungs and rewired her brain. Citrus-like lemons, heady spice-like cinnamon, and the familiar gunpowder smoke. Each descriptive scent played on a loop in her head until her mind cleared and she slumped back into the man's arms like a dead weight.

Jesper.

It was only Jesper. Jesper wouldn't harm her. Jesper was safe. She was safe, Jesper was here with her. She repeated those words over and over in her head like a mantra as she tried to steady her frantic heartbeat. A pair of familiar bronze-colored hands hesitated as they released her arms that had been pinned in an X against her chest to keep her from flailing and instead slowly released her completely allowing the girl to pull her body from where it leaned against his.

"I'm sorry," she whispered closing her eyes. "I just - I thought-"

"It was just a nightmare." Jesper assured softly with a smile that slowly bloomed with a hesitant reassurance as brown eyes watched warily while the girl shifted to lean against the headboard; pulling the pillar in front of her and hugging it close as if shielding herself.

She looked down at her shaking hands as they gripped the pillow to her and they clenched even tighter still until her knuckles turned white and she had to bury her nose into the fabric to ground herself; inhaling the scent of the soap used to wash them - grateful beyond words when they smelled crisp and clean instead of the musty scent of that disgusting cell she'd been left to rot in.

She knew Jesper wouldn't hurt her but she was still so skittish when it came to trusting others - let alone allowing physical contact. It had taken her so long just to gather to courage to be in the same room as the man and it was only because he was the one to have jumped over that banister into the cold water to save her from drowning after the Heartrender stopped her heart. She'd owed him that much at least.

She was grateful that Jesper knew his limits, though. He'd seen the terror in her eyes on the most animalistic level that had his gut-wrenching to imagine what she'd been through to have such a reaction to a man so close to her. Ira didn't like to be touched; a fact clear as day and a thing he'd respected because she was not the only one in Jesper's circle that abhorred physical contact. The only difference was that he knew in his gut her reasoning.

He'd liked to think he earned a scrap of her trust - to allow him anywhere near her. Even in her two weeks of living with the Crows, it had been an uphill battle. It was so evident that Ira was still a girl who had lost much and Jesper found himself needing to protect her like a little sister. She wasn't particularly close with any of them but besides Jesper, the only one who'd given her any resemblance of comfort was Inej because she was a woman who had been through similar events as Ira herself. The brilliant thing about how Ira thought was how she could sense the intent in a person before she interacted with them; a trait she no doubt had learned through countless years of trauma. That trauma reflected in her eyes but he was not a blind man - more observant than people gave him credit for and he was ever grateful that he'd allowed her this closeness; little as it was right now, to allow him to stay close to her.

Then there was Kaz. Jesper couldn't wrap his head around the tension in the room whenever Ira and Kaz faced off. As if two wary animals stood on either side of the room wary of the other and hackles raised. Ira and Kaz Brekker were similar in their mistrust of people and of their touch aversion you'd think they would be on the same page. But it was as if they walked on eggshells around each other.

"D-did you just come back from another job?" Ira's big green eyes focused on the sharpshooter who looked as if he was out in thought again while he sat at the edge of her bed.

He blinked at her and gave her that ever-charming smile. "Why would you say that?"

Ira made a show of leaning over and dramatically sniffing him before her nose began to scrunch up and she pulled away. "Because you stink like you haven't bathed in a week!"

"My pride is wounded! I always smell nice!" Jesper's brown eyes widened in equal dramatization as he clasp a hand to his heart.

He wouldn't deny the fact that he felt such warmth in his heart whenever Ira had to courage to actually play like that with him regarding her past with men. She was starting to warm up to him at least and he felt such relief from that; it gave him the courage to push just a little bit to see her smile.

"I'm fine Jesper. Maybe going a little stir-crazy being locked away in this room all day...I've been reading the same two books for the past week." she gave a little shrug as she played with a string sticking from the blanket across her lap.

She knew she wasn't a prisoner here at the Slat. Inej would visit her when she wasn't scouting jobs. Jesper would pop in every few hours to check in on her and bring her food; the mother hen that he argued he wasn't. She'd only ever had one visit from Kaz a few days after she'd woken up in this room and it was a tense affair to be sure. He never did stop by again; any messages were sent to the more agreeable of his crows - he never sent one of his Dregs though, a fact that Ira had taken notice of and felt a small shred of gratefulness and respect for the boss man.

"Why don't you go upstairs to ask for another book from Kaz? I'm sure the boss man won't mind! He won't even miss it with how much work he buries himself in. If you take a look at his shelves you'd find those poor spines have more dust on them than an abandoned church." Jesper leaned back on his hands and looked over at her with a teasing smirk.

Ira didn't laugh at his joke even if her lip tipped ever so slightly upward to show her amusement. She did look up at him though after a moment but he could see the way her body tensed at the very notion of leaving this room to go see him. Kaz had done nothing to make her distrust him. Perhaps it was the dominating or cold look he always wore that made her wary of him but Jesper knew she didn't like going near the man in black.

"If you could-" Ira swallowed thickly but was unable to finish her request.

Jesper fell back on one elbow and craned his head to meet her green eyes as his own softened on her face.

"He won't hurt you Ira. No one will hurt you again. Never. "

"I know."

But did she? She was so scared of everyone; less fearful of women but like a caged animal who fell back on its primal instinct for survival she couldn't find it in herself to try and trust anyone knew. Kaz was like the dark figure in the corner of her eye she feared to turn her head to look at in case those piercing blue eyes and that crow-shaped cane would be there waiting to lash out at her.

"It's okay, whenever you're ready. I'm going to go hop on some tables and gamble away more of Kaz's money." he patted the bed between them and gave her a playful wink before he was up and heading for the door.

"So if you need me-"

"I'll holler." she finished for him. A statement of assurance they both needed as much as it was a routine. Her lips curled just a tad more as he shot him a look.

"Thanks Jesper."

"Anytime, little dove." the door snapped closed with a flurry as he left.

It was late - she could tell with the pitch darkness outside of her window but it didn't matter; her inner clockworks were all out of sorts. She slept when she wanted to, ate when she needed, and stayed up whenever she couldn't sleep regardless of the time of night or day. Hours after Jesper vacated her space she lay on her bed staring up at the ceiling with the book she'd been reading laid across her chest. She could hear the droll of the patrons at the Slat in the deafening silence in her room and she suddenly felt as if she was no longer alone. Knowing that just below her feet were dozens of men. Even when her door was locked from within she still feared the unknown below her.

So, she did what she didn't do often enough. Crawling from the bed she dressed in her a pair of slacks and her button-down shirt Inej had left for her; tucking the hem into her pants before slipping on her boots. She wished she had some weaponry to defend herself with if needed or at least have a dagger hidden on her to make her feel safer; instead, she armed herself with the two books she'd held hostage for the past week and with the familiar weight of them in her arms, Ira left her room - locking it securely behind her before she was heading towards a set of stairs down the hallway towards the attic where she knew the owner of the Slat and masterminds behind The Crows resided in his office/bedroom.

She was grateful when she no longer heard the sound of men's voices behind her as she finally stood in front of the door she had only ever once been standing at. Her knuckles wrapped lightly on the wood before a voice called for her to enter. She opened it just enough for her to slip through before closing. She never trusted an open door to allow anyone else to slip behind her unaware.

Kaz sat at his desk; right where she imagined he'd never felt most of his day. He looked up at her - and she froze like a deer in the headlights of a car. That familiar intensity of his cold blue eyes and sharp cheekbones would cause any other person to feel fear but Ira only felt tense; perhaps a little fear but she had to remind herself what Jesper said - Kaz would never harm her.

He was studying her without a word and she stared right back until those blue eyes were too much and she had to drop her head to avoid it; god those blue eyes had gotten her every time. So guarded and cold but if she had the strength to look deeper into his expression she'd have caught the minuscule of details. But it was just a little flicker in his eyes and the way his head tilted just a centimeter that gave him away to a sense of mild concern and curiosity as he dropped his head back down to his paperwork.

She breathed a silent sigh of relief when he no longer stared at her; the feeling of pinpricks easing from her skin and she took this as her invitation to stay. The flame of the candlelight flickering around the room cast shadows as she stepped up to a bookshelf off to the side of the room. She was not facing him but she could feel his intense stare whenever he glanced up at her watching as her hands visibly shook while she began placing the books where she'd imagined they went on the shelf.

"What is it?" his voice startled her despite the softness of his tone - it sounded larger than the familiar gunshots of Jesper's guns and Ira dropped one of the books at the sound before spinning around to stare at him. That familiar sense of danger urged her to run but Kaz never left his position at his desk; instead, he was openly staring her down.

"I-I'm sorry?" she stuttered out feeling her breath come in sharp inhales as she prayed for the panic to keep at bay.

But Kaz said nothing about her reaction and instead gave her a hard stare before setting his pen down to give her his undivided attention. That was never good when he did that and Ira knew this; she hated being pinned under men's stares. She bent down to grab the fallen book and fiddled with the edges to stop her nerves as she looked anywhere but at the man.

"You don't come up here. I'm surprised to see you out of the room."

Ira breathed out a shaky laugh and crossed her arms; hugging the book to her chest. "That's what Jesper said but he encouraged me to come up here because I'd finished the books...I-I mean I'm just returning them to you. Jesper didn't want to do it for me so he-"

"Ira."

her mouth clicked shut and she swallowed casting her eyes down to her boots. They had ever interacted once upon her first initial night awake at the Slat and he knew he made her nervous so he was trying not to be too cold towards her. Not yet; he didn't trust her but he understood her story now thanks to Inej and Jesper's interjections. He reached to grab the cane at his side and tapped it against the floor twice to get her attention; the sound made her flinch but her attention was drawn to him all the same.

"Sit down Ira. We have a business to discuss."

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