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The currents of destiny

Chapter 5 : End of beggining.

Summary: The phrase "end of beginning" encapsulates significant milestones which signify the conclusion of an introductory phase. It signals the triumph over initial challenges and uncertainties, ushering in a transition towards more substantial or crucial stages. As they navigate through these turning points, they confront new sets of challenges and opportunities, propelling them into uncharted territory filled with promise and uncertainty alike. Pairing: Astarion x Fem!Reader/Tav Word Count: 4.4k Tags: Heavy Angst, Psychological Trauma, Blood and Violence, Character Death, Psychological Torture (kind of), Emotional Manipulation, Verbal Abuse, but just chapter 2, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Fluff, Eventual Happy Ending.

a/n: Ahhh finally the last part is out! I can't believe it. Thank you all so much for your support on this small series! Hope you enjoy the final chapter as well :)

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The night had stretched on and he still hadn't returned. She could feel the dried trails of tears on her cheeks, her face stiff with fear. Shadowheart lay curled up beside her on the bed, her presence a small comfort against the overwhelming sense of dread that consumed her body since last evening. His words rang in her head like a twisted mantra: I hope you die screaming, I hope you die screaming...

And the worst part was, from the look of his eyes, she knew he had meant every word.

As the first rays of morning stretched across the Elfsong room and Astarion was still nowhere in sight, she knew she couldn't stay there any longer. What if something terrible had happened to him? He had no weapons, no clothes, no coin… The thought twisted her stomach into knots. She needed to talk to him. Needed to explain everything to him.

The weight of her decision hung heavy on her heart as she slowly rose from the comfort of her bed. She took extra care not to disturb Shadowheart, who was still fast asleep beside her. The rest of their companions also seemed to be in deep slumber, their soft snores filling the room with a peaceful rhythm. With careful movements, she began to pack her belongings into a small bag, trying not to make any noise. The only sounds were the soft rustle of fabric and the occasional creaking of floorboards under her feet. Once she had everything she needed, she tiptoed towards the door and gently closed it behind her, leaving the others undisturbed in their dreams.

Once she was out of earshot, she released a heavy breath.

“Tav?” Wyll's voice broke the silence of the hallway, causing Tav to jump in surprise.

She turned around to find him standing there, her hand still gripping the doorknob.

"Wyll? What are you doing here?" she asked, trying to sound calm and collected even though her heart was still racing.

Wyll's expression was a mix of confusion and concern as he looked at her. "I could ask you the same thing," he replied.

Tav's mind raced as she tried to come up with an excuse. "I...I needed some fresh air," she said lamely, gesturing towards the door.

"At this time?" Wyll raised an eyebrow skeptically. His gaze was soft as he observed her. “Isn’t it a bit early to leave?”

Tav's heart sank as she looked into Wyll's concerned eyes. She considered telling him the truth; if any of her companions would understand her motives, it would definitely be heroic, gentle and compassionate Wyll.

“I am going to look for Astarion.”

Wyll's smile wavered and the playful light faded from his eyes.

"I had a feeling you would," He sighed, setting aside his wine cup and getting closer to her. "Yesterday was quite something. You must be feeling shaken."

Tav felt the familiar sting of tears in her eyes. Gods, why was she like this? She turned away from Wyll, unable to meet his understanding gaze.

"I failed him," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion.

Wyll's hand left her shoulder and gently turned her towards him so that their eyes met. "No, Tav. You did what was right. A pact with the devil is never a good idea, trust me on that."

"But I took away the only chance at freedom," she sobbed.

Wyll's face softened as he gently brushed away Tav's tears with his thumb. "You did what you had to do to protect him," he reassured, his tone firm. "We both know that the ritual would have trapped him just as much as it would have freed him." He smiled slightly. "And when we find Astarion, he'll understand too."

Tav's heart ached at Wyll's words. She knew he was right, but the guilt and regret were still eating away at her.

Tav looked down at her hands, "I'm sorry, Wyll. I didn't want to drag any of you into this mess, especially not anymore than I already have."

Wyll shook his head gently, "No need for apologies, Tav. We all have our own battles to fight. And as your friend, all I want is for you to find happiness."

She brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, meeting Wyll's understanding gaze with a small smile. "It's just hard not to worry about Astarion."

Wyll let out a soft chuckle, his eyes sparkling in the early morning light. "Astarion may be many things, my friend, but helpless isn't one of them." Wyll sighed heavily, scratching at his stubbled chin as he looked toward the closed door of the inn. "Our Astarion... He's not one to wear his heart on his sleeve, I'll give you that. But he's... changed since meeting you."

Tav blinked in surprise at his words. “Has he?”

Wyll chuckled softly, running a hand lightly through his hair as he leaned against the wall. "Well for starters," he said, "he's actually stopped to listen to someone else for once in his life. You have shown him another side of life he hadn’t seen in centuries. Kindness. Love. And that is something this dreamer's heart can appreciate."

The thought of Astarion finding some solace and happiness in their brief time together brought a small smile to her face.

"He deserves it," she said softly, her eyes on the closed door once again. "He's been through so much. I can't even begin to understand the pain he carries."

Wyll nodded in understanding. "None of us can," he said. "But I believe you have given him a glimmer of hope that maybe things can be different."

Tav nodded. She was feeling a determination unlike any she had known before. Her heart was set on finding Astarion and mending their relationship, no matter what it took. She knew they would.

“Thank you, Wyll,” she said gratefully, her strong hands gripping his in a firm shake. “I needed to hear that.”

He chuckled lightly, patting her hand before stepping back. “From one dreamer to another,” he said with a wink. “We've got to stick together.”

Tav gave Wyll a final nod before setting off, leaving her weapons and armor behind at the room. The morning air was cool against her skin as she stepped out of the Elfsong Tavern. She stood on the cobbled street, her mind racing as she tried to recall any place Astarion may have mentioned frequenting in Baldur's Gate besides the numerous taverns, but her efforts were fruitless. The faint smell of wet stone and brewing coffee filled her senses as she scanned the bustling streets for any sign of her elusive companion. Where in the hells could he have gone?

As she walked numerous streets, she felt the city stirring around her. Baldur's Gate was coming alive with the break of day; vendors were setting up their stalls, peddling goods from exotic spices to finely crafted weapons. The air buzzed with energy, and under different circumstances, she would have loved to explore this side of the city.

But not today. Today, her mind was too consumed with worry for Astarion.

For what seemed like hours, she combed the grim streets of Baldur's Gate, desperately seeking any trace of her missing companion. Now, she found herself in a narrow passage near the bustling docks, an eerie chill creeping down her spine. Before she could even process where she was, a sound behind her caused her to whirl around, heart pounding against her rib cage. The alley was cloaked in darkness, the tall buildings looming over her like foreboding sentinels. As she strained her eyes to make out any shapes in the shadows, a massive figure began to approach with menacing steps.

"That is a nice necklace, lady," a gruff voice said. "Hand it over and no one gets hurt."

She tore her gaze from the figure to look down at the pendant around her neck - an intricately-designed piece of jewelry that was a gift from Arabella’s deceased parents. There was no way in hell she was going to part with it. Her first instinct was to grab for her longsword, but her hand came up empty. She cursed herself for leaving all of her weapons behind at Elfsong.

"I'm afraid that's not possible," she said evenly, trying not to betray the fear that was gnawing at her insides.

A menacing laugh echoed through the brick walls, sending shivers down her spine. "Then I guess we'll have to do this the hard way."

Before she could react, he lunged at her. Instinctively she sidestepped his attack, but without a weapon in hand, she knew this wasn't a fight she could easily win. Not with a man his size. As he pushed further into her space, unveiling a wicked dagger from beneath his cloak, a fleeting thought crossed her mind: would this be how it ended? In a dirty allyway of all places? Would all of their battles and sacrifices be for nothing?

Before Tav could retaliate, another figure appeared beside them.

“How awfully typical of you to walk alone into a deserted alley and end up getting robbed.”

The new voice was smooth, with a lilt of amusement woven in with scorn. Tav’s heart pounded in her chest as she recognized the speaker.

Her assailant paused, looking warily over his shoulder at Astarion, who leaned lazily against the brick wall, the early morning light casting an ethereal glow around him. Astarion's crimson eyes glinted dangerously as he looked from Tav to the man.

The thug sneered at Astarion. "And who might you be?"

Astarion shrugged nonchalantly, pushing off from the wall and stepping into the dim light. "Oh, nobody special." He cracked his knuckles, the slightest smirk playing on his lips. "Tell me, is mugging the first thing they teach in thug school? Or are you just unusually incompetent?"

The man growled, clearly not liking being mocked. He made a move towards Astarion, whose smirk widened into a grin that showcased his razor-sharp fangs. It happened so fast Tav hardly had time to react; one moment, the thug was standing upright, snarling and waving his knife; then next, he was sprawled on the ground unconscious.

“Thank you for the gift, how very kind of you.” the vampire added, taking the dagger that was now on the floor. She would have rolled your eyes at his theatrics, but her heart was beating so hard at the sight of him, alive and unharmed, that all she could do was stare.

“Astarion…” her voice wavered, “You’re okay.” It wasn’t a question but a mere statement of relief.

“This is hardly the hero's welcome I was expecting,” he quipped, tucking the stolen dagger into his belt. He then turned to regard her, his smirk fading into something softer. “But I suppose it will have to do.”

Tav moved closer to him, her gaze scanning his body for any injuries. He was still shirtless and caked in blood, but she breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing that it was mostly from Cazador and not him.

“I was worried about you, I-” she choked on a sob, her eyes filling with tears. Her heart raced and her thoughts whirled as she tried to express all the worry and fear she had been holding in, all the pain and anger, but the word didn’t seem to come to her mouth. But she didn’t have a chance to speak as suddenly, he was there. His arms wrapped around her body in an embrace she had never felt before. It was as if he was holding on for dear life, as if he couldn't bear the thought of letting her go.

Tav let herself relax into his arms, her own wrapping around his waist as she buried her face in his chest. The smell of him, the soft coldness of his skin, everything was so familiar to her. They stood there, holding each other in the dimly lit alleyway, and Tav couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of relief and comfort. She had been so scared for Astarion's safety, and now that he was back in her arms, all she wanted to do was hold onto him forever.

Astarion rested his chin on top of her head and let out a contented sigh.

"I'm sorry," Astarion murmured into her hair, his voice wavering too. "I have treated you terribly," Astarion pulled back, his hands cupping her face as he looked into her eyes. "I never should have left you in the first place," he said, his voice filled with regret.

Tav's heart ached at the sincerity in his words. She wanted to be angry at him, to yell and scream and make him feel guilty for leaving her behind. She had thought of the many things she would say to him when she encountered him again: I hate you, I’m sorry, I love you…

But this, she didn’t expect this. The vulnerability he was showing. The broken look in his face. As she looked into his eyes, all she could see was the pain and regret that mirrored her own.

"I- I don't know what to say," Tav stammered out, her voice trembling.

Astarion's hands dropped from her face and he took a step back, giving her space. "You don't have to say anything," he said softly. "I just...I needed to see you again. To make things right for once."

She stood silently, trying to process her thoughts. Before she could say anything else, though, Astarion continued.

“I didn’t mean anything I said in Cazador’s place. I wasn’t myself. I didn’t see the full picture.” His eyes were glazed, as if reliving a memory. “If I had carried on with the ritual, I would- I would have done unspeakable things to you. I would have become like him.” He took a shaky breath. “And you knew. Because you saw the potential in me. You saw someone else I could be. Someone… better.”

Tav swallowed, her eyes welling up again. "Astarion... "

“Wait,” he cut her off, raising a hand. “I need to say this.” He looked down, as if trying to compose his thoughts, ”I'm… not entirely sure what came over me back there,” he confessed, his gaze fixed on the ground. “But I do know one thing for certain...I don't want to be that person. Not again.” He looked up at her then, a flicker of hope in his dark eyes. “I love you. I love this. And I want it all” he paused awkwardly before continuing, “that is, if you want to take me back, of course.”

She stared at him, his confession echoing in her ears. She searched his face for any hint of deceit but found none. He was looking at her with such intensity, such sincerity that it took her breath away. She couldn't believe it. After everything that had happened... he was standing in front of her, asking for a second chance. Telling her he loved her. She knew there were countless things they needed to discuss, so much to resolve between them. But it could wait, they would have plenty of time for that later.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, before finally meeting his gaze. “Astarion,” she began, her voice trembling slightly. “Of course I forgive you. You know I love you. And I would do anything for you.” Tav's words hung in the air for a moment before Astarion's face broke into a wide grin. He was about to speak but she covered his mouth. ”But. If you ever say something like that again, if you ever leave me like that again, this… us. Will be over. For good.”

Tav could see the excitement in Astarion's eyes despite her words.

“Oh darling, I would never,” he said earnestly. “I promise. From now on, I will only be good Astarion. Well, as good as I can be, of course. Selfless as I am, even I have my limits.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of Tav's lips as she looked at the vampire. Despite everything, she couldn't help but feel a sense of hope and happiness at his words.

"I believe you," she said softly, reaching out to gently place a hand on his cheek. "And I forgive you."

Astarion's face lit up with relief and gratitude, and he leaned into her touch. "Thank you, my love," he breathed, his voice filled with emotion. They stood like that for what felt like an eternity, until a low groan caught their attention. They looked at the robber, stirring on the ground.

“Well, I believe that’s our cue. We should go back with the rest of our esteemed companions. I’m sure they will be so very excited to see me.”

Tav chuckled as she followed Astarion out of the alleyway and back towards the Elfsong, their hearts still racing from the events that had just transpired. As they turned onto the busy street where the tavern was located, Astarion suddenly stopped, causing Tav to nearly bump into him.

“Is everything alright?” she asked, her brows furrowed in concern.

Astarion didn't answer, instead he turned her towards him and pulled her into a soft kiss. Tav's eyes widened in surprise before she melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. It felt like an eternity before they finally pulled apart, both of them breathing heavily.

Astarion gazed down at her with a soft smile. “I just couldn't resist,” he said, his voice husky. “You look stunning in my shirt.”

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From that point on, both of them worked on rebuilding their relationship. Astarion stayed true to his promise of being a better person, and Tav could see the effort he was putting in every day. She was grateful for this new side of him, one that she had never seen before, but a part of her couldn't help but wonder what had sparked such a sudden transformation, almost overnight. Despite her lingering curiosity, Tav made the conscious decision to let go of her concerns about Astarion's change. There were more pressing matters at hand to focus on anyway.

After successfully defeating the Elder Brain and putting an end to the reign of the Absolute, she thought their journey would finally come to an end and they could finally rest. However, they soon found themselves faced with the daunting task of rebuilding Baldur's Gate, which had been left in shambles after the final battle. Astarion didn't seem bothered by not being able to walk in the sun anymore, or the fact that they couldn’t start searching for a cure right away. He assured her that they would find a way eventually, much to her surprise. It was a far cry from the hopeless vampire she had first met.

Time went by so fast after that, as Tav and her companions were hailed as heroes, and they were given every luxury that came with their new fame. They all had a mansion at their disposal, but Tav and Astarion chose to settle into a small house near the sea. It was a cozy home, with a breathtaking view of the ocean from their porch.

The vampire seemed content with their new life, away from all the chaos and the threat of an imminent death. He spent his days reading books from Tav's collection or sketching in his journal. But it was during their nightly walks on the beach when Tav saw him truly come alive. Underneath the starry sky, Astarion would take her hand and dance with her on the sand, spinning her around until they were both breathless with laughter. They talked about everything and anything - their pasts, hopes for the future, silly jokes and stories from their adventure. And she couldn't help but fall more in love with him every day.

Six months after the final battle, Withers paid them a visit and extended an invitation for a reunion with their friends, which they eagerly accepted. Tav was filled with excitement at the thought of seeing her friends again. She had missed them dearly, despite the frequent letters they exchanged. She couldn't wait to catch up on all that had happened in each other's lives since they parted ways.

The night of the reunion arrived, and she couldn't contain her happiness at seeing everyone gathered once again. Lae'zel, Gale, Shadowheart, Wyll and even Scratch were there, each of them looking just as pleased to see them as they were. The air was alive with chatter and laughter, and lively tunes being played by talented bards had everyone singing along and indulging in endless drinks and merriment. As the night wore on and the drinks kept flowing, Tav found herself fully immersed in the moment, swaying to the music with her companions and sharing hearty laughs. She was completely swept away by the euphoria of it all that she almost didn't notice Astarion making his way towards her with a dazed expression on his face. He pulled her into his arms, and for a moment, they simply danced in silence, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Then he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I can't wait for you to meet her," before pulling back with a mischievous smile.

She chuckled at his cryptic words, raising an eyebrow. "Meet who?" she asked, her voice slightly slurred from the ale.

"Our daughter," he whispered, a note of awe in his voice.

Tav's heart jolted at his words as a wave of confusion washed over her. “What are you talking about, Star? We don't...”

“That night after Cazador, a man named G’axir showed me the… power of the stars, or whatever. He was ancient and spoke in riddles, just like ol' Withers here!" He snickered, swaying slightly.

Tav furrowed her brow in drunken confusion. "And what does that have to do with us having a daughter?"

But his mind was elsewhere. “He showed me the future. Can you believe it? Actually, he showed me three futures. But two of them were…” he shuddered, “ugh, nevermind.”

“Astarion, I think you drank way too much boar bloo-”

“But the good future! Aha! That is the one we are heading towards. And in that future, we have a child, Tav. A beautiful little girl. She has your eyes... and my devilish charm, of course.”

Tav couldn't help but laugh at him. “You're kidding, right? You expect me to believe all this? That you went into the future? And that we have a...a daughter? From that future?”

Astarion looked a bit hurt by her laughter, but he quickly replaced it with his usual smirk. "I knew you'd find it hard to believe, that’s why I didn’t tell you before. But it’s true! I swear on… whatever god suits you."

She shook her head at him, her laughter dying down to a soft chuckle. “And you mean to tell me that is why you had changed your mind when I found you that morning?”

Astarion paused, his face softening as he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair from her face. “Yes,” he admitted softly. “Seeing her... Seeing you and her together in that future made me realize I wanted more than power. That I wanted a life. But to be honest, my memory is a bit hazy at the moment, so I could be wrong...”

Tav rolled her eyes, but her laughter had died out completely now. Despite the ale coursing through her veins, she could feel the sincerity of his words. "Are you serious, Star?"

He nodded, taking both her hands in his now. “I've never been more serious about anything in my life.”

“A child…” she mused.

“Yes.” Astarion's eyes shone intensely as he gazed at her.

Tav was silent for a moment, her mind buzzing with the implications of what Astarion had just told her. She was way too drunk for this, but she couldn't deny that a small part of her wanted to believe him. She reached out and placed her hand on Astarion’s cheek, her eyes searching his.

“If you are jesting me because I’m drunk I swear-”

A mischievous glint danced in Astarion's eyes as he interrupted her with a sly smile. His hand caressed hers, pulling it closer to his cheek. “Don't you trust me, my love?” He whispered, his gaze never leaving hers. “I assure you, seeing our daughter in my visions was beyond anything I could imagine.”

Tav looked into his eyes - those beautiful hellish orbs that she had fallen for - and saw a sincerity that made her believe him, despite the absurdity of it all. She felt an unusual heat rising in her cheeks as she thought about their hypothetical child - their little girl.

“You’re serious about this...” She whispered, her voice barely audible over the clamour around them.

He chuckled and continued, "But that's not the end of it! I was a tailor in the city, catering to the annoying noblewomen. And you, my dear, were a teacher to sad orphan kids."

Tav couldn't help the smile that spread across her face at Astarion's words. She could almost see it - a quaint little shop filled with beautiful fabrics and clothes designed by Astarion himself, and her teaching young minds in an orphanage. She had never pictured herself as a teacher, but as she thought about it…

"That sounds lovely," she said softly, her hand still resting against his cheek.

Astarion's lips curled into a small smile at her response. “I thought so too.”

Tav's heart fluttered at the look on Astarion's face. She leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, savoring the lingering taste of blood. Wether he was being honest or not, it was a beautiful picture of their future together, and she appreciated it endlessly.

“Hey, lovebirds, I didn’t come all the way from fucking Avernus just so I have to watch you two snoggling like teenagers!”

Tav and Astarion were brought back to the present by Karlach's sudden appearance. The tiefling was grinning widely as she stood between them, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Oh, dear Karlach, don't be envious of our endless affection," Astarion playfully retorted.

Karlach chuckled and nudged him with her elbow with enough force to send him tumble. "Hey, vamp boy! Don't be such a grump. We're celebrating, remember?"

Tav couldn't help but laugh at the banter between them.

"Come on, let's get back to the party," Karlach said, gesturing towards the bonfire where their other companions were now standing on tables, singing obnoxiously off-key songs. Tav and Astarion followed her, their fingers still intertwined.

She gazed up at the twinkling stars, which seemed to sparkle in response. And in that moment, she was certain; visions or not, their future would shine brighter than any star could ever foretell.

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fe-fictions · 5 months ago

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Hi hi hi! Do you have anymore Niles f!Corrin? I needdd >:)

(I do indeed!! Maybe a little morning after with this devilish rogue? ;0 )

“I know you’re a mess, and that you take pride in these sorts of things…but you really should stop strutting about.”

Your new husband, of one full day, was currently acting as though he were the cock of the walk. He was humming to himself, chest puffed out, not a care in the world as he moved about your bedroom.

All while he remained totally naked.

“I don’t know what you mean, sweetheart.” He replied as smoothly as usual, like he wasn’t phased at all by the events of that night. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

“Niles, I can’t move!!” You cried, exasperated, “M-my legs are so sore and shaky I don’t even think I can walk! Why are you acting like this isn’t a problem?”

“‘Cause it’s not.” He hummed in reply, casually preparing a pot of tea. You glared at him, unimpressed with his nonchalant behavior.

“I have training to do today, a-and I have to help Ryoma and Xander with council meeting preparations, a-and that’s not even starting to mention all the other tasks I have to do, today.”

“I guess you’ll just have to stay here with me for a while, then.” He shrugged, “It’s the day after our wedding. I don’t think they’ll be so surprised if neither of us show up for our duties.”

“You’re planning on skipping out, too? You’re not crippled like I am!”

“Ha~” He laughed to himself, running a hand through his hair. “To think I’m so good I crippled my wife on our first night. That’s cause for bragging, don’t you think?”

You threw a pillow at him.

“Don’t act so upset,” He snickered, “I’m sure they’ll have some sort of replacement plan in place for you if you don’t show up. Probably Kaze or Jakob, one of those useless retainers. Probably Jakob, though. I did pay him more…”

Your eyes narrowed, the gears in your head slowly turning faster.

“…What do you mean, ‘paid him more’?”

He grinned at you.

“Oh my gods, Niles- did you do this on purpose? You did, didn’t you?!”

“There’s only one way to make sure that everyone knows you’re mine,” He responded simply, setting the teapot on the tray, along with an array of breakfast items that had to have been prepared prior to your waking up. He brought it all over, setting it on the bedside before he returned to his place beside you.

You were strongly considering headbutting him.

“W-why would you do this? I can’t believe you just…they’re all going to think that we’re scandalous, indecent-”

“Husband and wife,” He corrected you, “We’re married. We can do whatever we like. They’ll all understand the allure of your beauty. If they were in my place, they’d want to keep you all to themselves for a single day, at minimum. I just had to make sure to seal the deal.”

“By trapping me in bed?”

“Hey, you weren’t complaining about it last night.”

Whap

“Okay, okay. Uncalled for.” He grinned at you again, “But I know what I’ve got.”

“An unhappy life partner?”

“Someone I care about, very deeply…” He kissed your cheek, “…Who everyone now knows without a doubt belongs to me.”

You blushed, but retained your glare. “I’m not an object to be owned.”

“Didn’t say that. You belong to me, the same way I belong to you.” He held up his hand, wiggling his ring finger so that his new golden band might glimmer in the morning light.

He kissed your lips until the grimace melted away, drawing a giggle from you instead. He smiled softly at you, running his fingers along your cheek.

“So you belong to me, huh?” Your gaze was so very sweet and vulnerable in a way that made his heart skip a beat. It wasn’t something he’d readily admit; this was far too much sap as it was.

“Every inch of me, sweetheart.” He promised, “Hells, if you wanna start marking your territory, I’m more than happy to let you-”

“I’m not a brute like you!” You laughed, pushing his hand away.

“Hey, now. I’m not a brute, I’m just a proud husband. You’re telling me you don’t wanna flaunt me around? I’m your new plaything too, y’know.”

“You’re not a ‘plaything’, you’re the man I love very much.” You corrected him gently, nuzzling into his neck. Niles wrapped his arms around you, drawing you as close as he could (without any foul play, that is).

“Love you too, Princess.” He hummed. The stillness was intoxicating and sweet, the peacefulness a truly welcome and wonderful thing.

Suddenly there was a jolt through his system, and a pair of lips sucking on his neck.

“Whoa, now-”

“There.” You pulled back to look at him, with a very smug, sneaky little grin. “We’re even.”

“That wasn’t a fair fight!” He put a hand to his neck, the skin still tingling where you had left an undoubtedly sizable mark. Glancing to the mirror, he clicked his tongue. “There’s not a collar high enough that’ll cover that up.”

“Well, you wanted me to mark you, so I took you up on the offer!”

“I’ll be honest, I didn’t think you’d actually…” He laughed some, incredulous at this daring new side of his wife. “I suppose I’ve got to take the consequences of my actions, huh?”

You nod solemnly, “I’m afraid you must. Especially since I’m stuck here. Can’t have you gallivanting about, making everyone think you’re still a free agent. They should all know you’re mine just as much as I’m yours.”

Niles dropped his hand from the mark to tousle your hair, beaming at his silly princess.

“Sweetheart, they’ll never doubt it.”

He might have been a total numbskull, but even Niles knew when he had a good thing. As far as this was concerned, though…he’d lucked out.

You were the best thing to ever happen to him; no way was he gonna let you go. He wore that mark with pride (even though Jakob seethed at him the rest of the week just at the sight of it).

#niles #corrin #fe fates #fe: fates #fe 14 #niles x corrin #fem!corrin #f!mu #f!corrin #fe fictions #fe-fictions #just fluff #morning after prompt #morning after #hehe niles is such a mischievous little loser #but I love him for it LOL

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fieldofdaisiies · 2 years ago

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Cassian x Reader | Baby Illyrian

type: fluff warning(s): a little bit of smut, meaning explicit descriptions, trying for a baby word count: 2k words request: Could you do a cassian x reader trying for a baby with lots of fluff? (and optional with smut)

Cassian lifts his gaze to yours, a beautiful smile on his lips. You return it, eyes full of warmth and hope. The general brushes his lips over your right breast, kissing you softly his fingers dancing over your belly, circling your belly button.

The calluses of his palm brush over your skin, making goosebumps appear and you shiver slightly when his hand slides lower, down your belly, between your thighs. Cassian lifts himself up onto his elbow, kissing your cleavage, your jaw, your lips at last. “I can’t wait for a little baby to grow in there.”

His lips curl against your skin and you have to smile, cocking your head slightly so you can meet his gaze.

“I cannot wait for that either. For us to be parents.”

Dampness fills your eyes at the thought of it. Of you and Cassian holding your baby for the first time. For you and him, seeing the little baby grow and teach them things. For you to become a real family.

But receiving is difficult for fae, can take ages, as things have proven in the past. Cassian and you have been trying for a little while now. You started trying with the beginning with your new circle as this is what Madja has told you, soon it would be your most fertile phase and you really hope it works you. It is yours and Cassian’s biggest dream. Of course, you love each other more than anything and are happy with the way it is now, but a little baby would be the cherry on top.

“I think we should give it another try, hm?” Cassian’s raspy voice feels like a feather brushing over your skin. He nips at your jaw the moment he lets his middle finger glide through your damp folds, grinning when he hears this feminine gasp that he has gotten so used to.

Your head lolls back, eyes closing when he slowly pulls out to add another of his fingers, preparing you for him.

Easing your legs apart, Cassian fully climbs on top of you, not having donned any clothing after bathing which leaves him just dressed in the skin he was born with, ready for a night in the sheets with you. His fingers are soon replaced by his proud length, stretching you out with the first slide in and eliciting a blissful moan from you.

“I have a good feeling,” the general whispers against your lips, his hips rocking against yours and you curl your legs around his waist, forcing him deeper. “Me too,” you breathe, kissing him again.

Your bodies come together, become one until you come with a cry, the general with a shout, his hot seed spurting of your walls, filling you to the brim. And he stays inside for a while before pulling out slowly, using two of his fingers to scoop everything back in, so nothing is wasted.

Aftercare with Cassian is always sacred and special. He helps you clean up, changes the sheets, later tucks you in and embraces you in this strong arms, holding you safe and secure all throughout the whole night, his hard chest pressing softly against your back. “Maybe we are soon parents,” Cassian whispers and kisses your shoulder, filling your body relax, your breathing getting heavier. “An Illyrian baby for my Illyrian baby,” you whisper and smile into the palm of Cassian’s hand, his own chest rumbling behind you, his low chuckle rumbling through the room.

Sadly, the attempts of trying for a baby haven’t worked out that night and Madja confirms so a few weeks later.

“I am sorry, Y/N, Cassian,” she says in a soft voice. Cassian leans down to kiss the top of your head when Madja pulls your dress back down and helps you lower your legs again.

“But you are still so young. You have all the time in the world. Don't worry, you know how difficult conceiving for fae is.”

You don’t want to feel sad, and you actually don’t, but you feel a little frustrated, disappointed. You have had a good feeling and now the hope was somehow crushed like a beetle that is stepped on. Your shoulders lift with a deep inhale when you force a smile, a smile that does not reach your eyes, onto your lips.

Cassian squeezes you to his chest, his strong arm curling around your shoulders. He kisses your temple, feeling your emotions through the bond. Of course he is also a little disappointed, but that is how it is. Yes, it hasn’t worked out this time, but that does not mean it won’t work out in the future. You have, as Madja said, a lot of time and should not feel discouraged now.

“It is alright,” Cass whispers, kissing your ear softly. “We just keep trying. And it will work out at some point.”

A smile, full of hope and warmth, is one his face when you turn to him and assess his features. It is his certainty that gives you belief and hope, your own smile growing a little. “Yes, we will.”

Once back at home you decide to make dinner and this is what you do, or rather start. Cassian sits you on the counter in front of him, stepping around you so he can gather all ingredients and tools.

It is when he steps between your thighs to grab something from the shelf above you that you pull him to your chest, curling your arms around his solid upper body.

Cassian lowers his arms and lets them curl around your shoulders, pulling you in for a kiss. He moans softly when you part and he smiles. “Maybe we just need a change of scenery?” Your raise a brow at the tall general, his lips curled, when he brings his right hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His other hand slides up your outer thigh, shoving your dress up when Cassian leans in. His right hand drops to your thigh as well, fingers of both his hands now curling around the elastic of your panties.

“Maybe we need to try different locations for baby making?”

Your toes curl at what he is insinuating and you have to grin, feeling colour and warmth fill your cheeks. You have been mates for so long, but still you blush like on the very first day.

And so he takes you right there on the counter, the kitchen having never been so hot and humid before. You claw at Cassian’s shoulder, his back, scratching his skin softly when he ruts into you, when you curl one leg around his waist and he pounds you against the counter. Once again he makes sure his seed stays inside you before holding you against his chest, letting you regain your breath and energy, calming you down from your former high, from this blissful orgasm his has given you.

To make sure it really worked this time, Cassian spreads you out on the kitchen table after dinner, your bodies coming together you for another round, before he later bends you over the couch in the living room, fucking you from behind. And the night is rounded up by him making love to you in your shared bedroom.

“I am really sorry, Y/N.” Madja shows you a sympathetic smile and you lift one shoulder shrugging. You don’t want to let it show how hurt you are. Cassian is not here that day, he had to head up to the war camps for important business. So it is just you and you really want to be with him when your emotions reach the surface.

You have recently started doubting yourself — what if you cannot bear children? What if you are not able to have children? What if you are not able to fulfill yours and Cassian’s biggest dream?

These thoughts still occupy your mind hours later when you stand in your shared kitchen, washing some dishes. Your hands tremble and the glass slips your of your hands, shattering on the tile floor.

You want to lean down to pick up the shards, but there is a presence behind you, stopping you. Cassian’s wonderful scent fills your nostrils and you stop, glimpsing over your shoulder at your tall mate. “Hi.” Cassian’s face is stoic, worried, his eyes tracking your features. “What is going on?”

You press your mouth in a thin line and give your head a little shake. “Did not work again,” you bring out when your throat starts to burn. Your lashes dampen until the damn breaks and you collapse against his chest, clutching his shirt in your hands. You don't sob, only a cry a little while Cassian brushes his hands up and down your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. “My love, we have only been trying for a few months. We will have a child. Don’t doubt yourself.”

That is easier said than done, you think.

“What if I can’t bear children, Cass?” You place your chin on his solid chest and glimpse up at him through a blurry vision. A crack appears in the generals heart and he holds you tighter, letting your tears wet his shirt. “Oh sweetheart, don’t think that.” “But I do. What if I am never able to bear children?” “Then we adopt or something else.” Cassian leans down and kisses the top of your head, then your brow. “But I don't think so. Many fae need decades to receive. We have time and we just keep trying.”

A tiny smile appears on your lips and you slowly bow your head, rubbing your wet cheeks dry on Cassian’s shirt. His chest rumbles, his wings also wrapping around the two of you. He holds you for quite a long moment longer, his hands rubbing your back, him whispering sweet nothings while plastering your face with kisses.

That night you don’t give it another try. That night you simply cuddle, talking about anything and everything.

But in the following weeks, you give it a try. And then again and again until—

“Gods!” You jump out of bed, dashing into the bathroom to empty what feels like your whole soul out into the toilet. Cassian is quick. He follows after you, blazing into the bathroom and fisting your hair to hold them back. His other hand moves over your back in slow, soothing circles.

Once you sit back on your heels and exhale a loud breath, Cassian already has a glass of water ready for you and hands it to you, kissing the side of your head when you take a big sip.

“I am not a specialist, but I think I know what this means.” Grinning, you look up at him, his excitement just as acute as your own. The general’s eyes are aglow when he helps you to your feet.

It is Madja who only hours later confirms your hopes: you are with child and Cassian can barely contain his happiness and excitement.

His wings are flapping behind his back when he lifts your of the ground, embraces you tightly, obviously careful of your belly and spins your around.

“We are going to be parents!” he exclaims and places sloppy kisses all over your face, his eyes damp with tears. “I am going to be a dad!” “You are!” you express happily, hugging him around his neck, holding him tightly. You kiss his cheek and grin. “As I said, an Illyrian baby for my Illyrian baby!”

As the weeks pass, your belly starts to grow and you obviously soon tell your family. Cassian is one to shower you with even more love in those weeks and those that follow. He loves kissing your belly, helping you with the chores as much as possible and expressing every day how excited he is until the little baby is finally here.

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tags: @we-were-beautiful @aroseinvelaris @mulansaucey @nightcourtwritings @azrielsbabyg @perriii @crushedcloudsx @devilsfoodcake22 @helhjertet @moonlightazriel @brekkershadowsinger @girasoli-e-sorrisi @ignite-me @cassiansbigwingspan @illyrianvalkyriecarynthian @eos-princess

#cassian x reader #cassian acotar #cassian x you

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lurkingshan · 1 year ago

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Step by Step and (lack of) emotional catharsis

I have been reflecting on the Jeng and Pat romance aspects of episode 10 of Step by Step, trying to pinpoint the source of my discontent. Because candidly, I expected to like it more than I did. They finally kissed! They started a relationship! They had several flirty, sexy scenes! Pat pinned Jeng up against a car door and climbed on his back! They made out like fiends on every available surface! I love all that stuff, and normally when I get to this phase of a romance I feel a certain happy giddiness come over me. Not so today, and I think I’ve figured out why.

Before I get into it, let me tell you what I am not doing in this post. I am not getting into the show’s already well-established pacing and editing issues. I am not predicting what comes next, nor do I care for the purposes of this post. And I am not here to talk about whether the events of today’s episode were realistic or in character. There are good discussions of all that happening already (check out this post by @shortpplfedup for a read on what’s happening with the plot), and there are ways for me to rationalize everything we saw and make it fit with what we know of these characters.

What I am interested in talking about, however, is why despite my intellectual understanding of what the plot is trying to do, this episode felt emotionally unsatisfying from a storytelling perspective. And for me, it goes back to this:

And this:

Across nine episodes, this show slowly built up Jeng’s feelings for Pat from a crush to deep affection to ardent devotion. We saw him sink further and further into his feelings week after week. We saw him find ways to be near Pat and care for Pat. We saw him treat Pat with respect at work, make him food, watch out for his emotional and physical safety, and find ways to give him gifts. We saw him beg for the simple chance to be a safe place for him, even if he got nothing in return. And we saw his absolute devastation when Pat first failed to see him, then outright rejected his sincere feelings. We saw him cry in his baby brother’s arms because he was in so deep. We were not just told, we were shown that Jeng’s feelings for Pat are very intense, and that he wants a serious relationship with Pat.

And so you would expect, at the culminating moment of this very slow burn, that the resolution to his arc would hold equal weight to all that came before it. You would expect a moment of catharsis where Jeng’s hurt feelings were acknowledged between them, where he and Pat finally clicked into the same emotional frequency, and where they came to some kind of understanding of how they want to either start fresh or move forward together as a couple.

But that’s not what we got at all. Instead, the show gave us a very brief conversation in which Pat got upset with Jeng for distancing himself from him (after asking Jeng to distance himself from him) and started sobbing, Jeng looked kind of confused, said “I’m not letting you wonder anymore” (an utterly baffling line, the man has confessed like five times at this point), made a couple bemused faces as Pat continued crying while he explained the work situation, and then said “we’re together now” and went straight for a hot and heavy make out (and possibly sex on the kitchen counter).

Now, I am not at all opposed to these characters going straight to sex. Jeng has been waiting a long time, they’re horny for each other, the floodgates are finally open, congrats and have fun, you two! But I must ask, where was the emotional catharsis? Where was the narrative throughline from the devastated and confused Jeng from last week to the curiously chill Jeng of this week? Why didn’t we see a trace of hurt or frustration from him when Pat suddenly came in demanding things he had shut down so firmly before? The Jeng who was always so careful with Pat, who wanted them to understand each other, and who wanted much more than just hot sex and a good time - where did he go?

And if we thought some of that emotional catharsis might come later in the episode, that didn’t happen either. Instead we jumped into a montage where we moved through what appears to be several months of their relationship (the timeline, as ever, is hard to follow, but Ae’s baby looks to be about four or five months old) via a series of scenes where they flirt (in front of coworkers) and have sex (including in public) while ostensibly hiding their relationship. And it really was pretty purely about sex - @neuroticbookworm pointed out to me that despite Jeng’s well-established fantasies of cooking and cleaning and caring for Pat, we didn’t even get to see any domesticity between them. It was work and sex and sex and work. The serious and devoted Jeng of the previous nine episodes became a horny boss who flirted outrageously in the office, decided to give his boyfriend an unearned promotion, and dismissed said boyfriend when he expressed concern about how all this was making him look. At no point in this episode did he seem especially attuned to Pat’s feelings as his anxiety about the office gossip grew (and recall, we had previously been invited by the narrative to notice Jeng’s attentiveness in contrast to Put’s selfishness). And when Pat tried to have a serious conversation with him, Jeng blew him off because he would rather stay in his happy sex haze bubble than deal with the reality of how his behavior is affecting Pat.

Here’s the part where I tap the sign above again and repeat: I am not interested in debating whether this is realistic or can be read as in character for Jeng. For me, the important thing is that there was a significant disconnect between Jeng’s emotional journey through episode 9 and the emotionally lacking resolution we got in this episode. It felt like Jeng, after finally getting his chance, was treating Pat more like a fuck buddy than the faen he so desperately wanted. It felt like the Jeng we know was replaced with someone whose emotions felt lacking in the depth we’ve come to expect from him.

I recognize that this show is not over and we may yet hit on some of these emotional beats I am craving. But we are already moving into the next phase of the story (surprise, more angst!) and this episode did mark the end of the long slow burn we’ve been on with these characters. Instead of feeling like we reached an important emotional climax when Jeng and Pat finally got together, it felt like we got two-thirds of the way up the emotional breakthrough mountain and said oh well, this is good enough, let’s take a selfie and go home.

And for me, it was a letdown.

#step by step #thai bl #shan shouts into the void

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silkopera · 9 days ago

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••HXH 405 Commentary••

This is a very rough and short commentary because I mainly just want to get my feeling and thoughts out because wow this chapter was something. The situation with the Phantom Troupe and Hisoka is finally picking up and getting the ball rolling. I'm eager but also terrified as to what will happen in future chapters.

To start off, Hisoka's in the casino just chilling and playing cards. wow😭. This man is not afraid that the troupe is out for blood. His vest + dress shirt combo+ bolo-tie is very snazzy though. Reminds me of Lestat from interview with the vampire 1994.

Bonolevnov?? I did not expect him to be the star of this chapter but he is living up to his name! I am quite concerned for him though as he's weak to Hisoka's bungee gum and that's literally all Hisoka uses but he's also tailing Hisoka ALONE dressed as HISOKA? The rate of him dying is exponential I fear unless the troupe has another plan or he has an ace up his sleeve.

CHROLLO !! He has finally returned. Very happy to see him again but also my heart does feel for him. He looks so tired. We know how much he cares about his friends and seeing him slowly crumble and succumb to his feelings that he's tried to keep hidden all these years? If we see him break down and bawl, I fear I will cry myself.

This was the most memorable panel from the chapter for me. Chrollo really did love Pakunoda who was 09. Whether as a sibling, friend, partner or something more, he really does love her and miss her. Now that I think about it, he was close and comfortable with all the girls like Sheila, Sarasa and Pakunoda and they often protected him from his bullies aka Phinks, Feitan and Uvo. Then Sheila and Sarasa were gone and Paku was the only one he had. They were together for so long and they had such a sentimental connection even before all that dubbing business so this makes Paku's death hurt even more.

This also basically confirms that the phantom troupe will disband and they are finally realizing that if they continue to go on like this , more of their beloved friends will die. Karma and catastrophe are finally catching up to them for their misdeeds. However the Troupe does look out for Chrollo like how Gon and Killua looked out for Kurapika. I enjoy seeing the parallels between Kurapika and Chrollo along with their friends. They're both so similar but destined for tragedy with the path they chose.

It's satisfying to know what Sarasa's murderer and torturer got what he earned (by the troupe's hand I assume). Ironically he was the chairman of a foundation to help children?? What a joke. The way she ,a small girl, spent her final moments in agony , all alone, surrounded by horrible people, ultimately to end up in a trash bag. She deserved and got the justice she needed. I hope we get to unravel more of the story behind everything soon.

A little extra but Feitan's concerned face and eyebrows actually has me cracking up because we know nothing phases the man🤣.

Finishing this off, there was a LOT more to this chapter but I needed to get my feelings off my chest for these specific parts. Reading and analyzing this manga is a CHORE but Togashi is so good at what he does and It's amazing he can come up with such complex storytelling and make it interesting to read at the same time. Forever grateful for his work and excited to see what lies ahead for 406.

-silkopera.

#hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh 405 #chrollo lucilfer #hxh hisoka #bonolenov #hxh chrollo

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moonstruck-writing · 4 months ago

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Phases of the Moon [Clavis Lelouch x OC ]

Title: Phases of the Moon Pairing: Clavis Lelouch x OC | Ikemen Prince Rating: Explicit CWs: Hurt/Comfort, established relationship, body insecurities, angst and reassurance, fluff, body worship, OC (self-insert), she/her pronouns, afab, leg worship, breast worship. Summary: Clavis wants to shower his lover’s body with more affection than ever before. Until her insecurities melt and wash away. Word count: 4.1k A/N: this was inspired by a certain selfsert self-love challenge (Learning How to Love Myself 💜) but it turned out to be too spicy for it 🙈 I’m happy with the result though, and I think we could benefit from having some more love for our bodies 💖

She rummaged through her drawers, a few water droplets sliding down her neck.

“I swear they were here before I left to take a bath!” She screamed in frustration, knowing exactly what was going on. Her memory wasn’t playing tricks on her, no. The one playing tricks was someone she knew very well. “Clavis!”

The door to her room opened promptly, and the prince swiftly entered with a wide smile on his face.

“Did you call for me, my dear?” He approached her with elegant steps until the sight of his lover in a bathrobe started testing his gentlemanliness.

“I keep telling you to stop playing with my lock!” She looked angrily at him, and even if he had unlocked it a million times by then, this time, it seemed different. “Where are my petticoats, huh?!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He gave her his characteristic charismatic smile, but she grimaced in return. Oh, he was finding new nuances in her expressions, it had been a lovely idea indeed. “I do know, though, that your nightgowns are still where you left them.”

She narrowed her eyes, feeling her anger bubbling inside. However, there was a bigger feeling than that inside of her, and it urged her to quickly take one of her nightgowns, and a light robe, before she walked to the ensuite bathroom.

“Where are you going? You can change here.” Clavis stopped her as she was going through the threshold. She turned back and squinted at him again. “I promise I won’t look.”

“You are terrible.” She spat the words as she brought the clean clothes closer to her as if to act as a barrier. Somehow, she was starting to feel exposed in that bathrobe, too. “You are lucky I haven’t kicked you out yet.”

“Hahaha! Oh, I am lucky to have such a passionate partner.” Clavis' cheerful voice reverberated inside the room as she closed the bathroom door with a slam.

She got changed quickly, in fear that Clavis would do something else in her absence. He wouldn’t steal any more clothes, would he? When she realised what nightgown she had taken, she felt a numbing sensation spreading through her limbs. Why had that sheer nightgown, one she always buried deep beneath all her other clothes, been there, ready for her to pick it up?

She looked in the mirror, observing her small beasts and the darker skin of her nipples. It was all so visible, it was almost like she wasn’t wearing anything. The fabric was thin and almost transparent, only a light purple colour adorning her skin. It was nothing like the petticoats she usually wore, whose fabric was sturdy and opaque; or like the padded nightgowns she sometimes wore. She sighed as she tied the belt of the night robe, trying to secure the area of the cleavage. At least the robe did a good job of concealing her shape.

She turned around, looking at her reflection. The clothes were light and short, ending mid-thigh, revealing her legs. She was sure that whatever Clavis had been planning by stealing her petticoats, would be forgotten as soon as he saw her legs.

When she left the bathroom, Clavis was standing next to the window with the lights off.

“What are you doing?” She approached him slowly, but he didn’t turn around.

“Admiring how beautiful the moon is tonight.” The pale light coming from outside gave Clavis’ face an eerie look.

“Is it a full moon?” She peeked through the open curtains, curious about why he seemed so fascinated tonight.

“No. But the moon is beautiful in all her shapes, don’t you think?” He turned to look at her and brought a gloved hand to her hair, putting some strands behind her ear.

The gesture was natural, easy and gentle, and she felt the tension melt away from her shoulders. She pressed a hand to his chest, grabbing the lapels of his jacket. His arms surrounded her waist, bringing her flush against his body, and she took pleasure in the sensation of his lean and strong frame pressing against her.

His smile was smaller now, but the sparkle in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine. He was looking at her with a mix of mischief, adoration and pride. Or perhaps it was cocky confidence. What she didn’t see, however, was the look on her own face. Her lips parted in anticipation and her unblinking eyes told him she remembered all those other nights, and she wanted more of that.

He also wanted more, but a bit different.

The kiss was slow, just a few chaste pecks to begin with, and then their mouths opened and closed around each other, tasting, caressing, playing. Clavis brought his hands to her hips and lightly pressed her back, guiding her to the bed. She got on first, her clothes riding up her thighs. Clavis took off his shoes, soon joining her and hovering over her frame.

He kissed her neck as a gloved hand trailed up her thigh, to which she opened her legs a bit more. He accommodated between them, but suddenly hugged her back and pulled her up, to make her straddle him.

She surrounded his neck with her arms and kissed him, teasing him with little licks and bites around his lips. Until she felt something tugging at her waist.

“What the…” She pulled away, looking down to see Clavis trying to undo the knot on her belt. She took his hands and guided them to her bare legs, squeezing through his hands. But as soon as she let go to wrap her arms around him, she felt the pressure leave her thighs. “Clavis.” She stopped his hands on her belt once more.

“What?” His voice was a mere whisper, short enough to prevent her from hearing any specific meaning in that word.

“You don’t need to undo my gown to touch my legs.” She spoke in haste, her heartbeat pulsing in her ears.

“I know.” The calmness in his tone only fuelled her anxiety.

“Then, what are you doing?” There was a harshness in the edge of that question, making her voice sound fuller and more confident than she felt.

“What does it look like to you?” He offered her a cheeky smile and travelled his eyes from hers to her cleavage, and back up again.

“No.” The word fell from her lips, frail and breathless. She wasn’t sure if the already forming knot inside her throat had allowed it to be heard. But when Clavis echoed her answer with a questioning “No?”, something emerged from the pit of her stomach, like a self-protective instinct. “No,” she said once more, but she felt as if she was hearing someone else saying it.

He kissed down her neck until he nuzzled his nose against her breast, and the contact made her come back to her body, and she pushed him away at once.

“Clavis I don’t want this.” She moved away from him, getting off his lap. She looked down, her hair casting shadows on her face. He was regretting now his choice to turn the lights off. He couldn’t make out what expression she had on. “Do you… not like my legs anymore?”

It wasn’t the question, but the way she had asked. Her voice had been a strangled whisper, and anyone would know she had tears in her eyes.

“I do!” He reached for her instinctively, but the way she flinched before he could touch her, made him freeze. “Of course I do, I love your legs.”

She nodded, her face still cast down. She tried to control the frenetic rhythm of her heart, but she was too focused on clenching her jaw and lips to prevent any trembling.

“Bunny, I…” He softly placed a clothed hand on her ankle, but the strangled sob that broke from her throat prevented him from saying anything else.

“Can you leave?”

He exhaled, trying to find the words that would help her, calm her, show her whatever she thought was not how he felt about her.

“Please, leave me alone.”

The rejection felt brutal. Clavis didn’t know where her pain ended and where started his. All he knew was this was probably the worst plan he had ever had.

When she heard the door close, she finally moved enough to get under the sheets.

She felt so tiny and so worthless. Like a defective doll that would never satisfy the desire of anyone. Like she’d never even ignite anything.

She then heard a metallic sound and sat up to see nothing but still shadows. Clavis had probably locked her door from the outside. Her face scrunched in a tearless grimace.

She knew he loved her. She knew. He treated her well — when he wasn’t trying to make her hate him — and he respected her. He had stopped. He had left. It was all things she had asked him to do. But somehow, she couldn’t believe his words.

She liked her legs, but only in comparison to other parts of her body. She knew they didn’t measure against the smooth and perfect legs of other women. He liked her legs, but would he like the legs of another woman more than hers? Did he go crazy when he saw her naked legs, or was it just the thing he had to settle for?

She felt a lonely tear rolling down her temple, dampening her hair and the shell of her ear.

The hate she had for her body wasn’t loud. It was a quiet whisper that she could ignore most of the time, but that voice never left. When the world around her was silent enough, she’d realise how bad that voice truly was.

She had been trying to make up for her insecurities with pretence. She had been relieved when she learnt that Clavis was more of a thigh guy. But that didn’t mean she felt confident or good enough in her body. Yes, she had been able to distract him from her chest until that night. But she’d never be able to distract herself from the dull pain she carried deep inside.

Clavis sat down on the sofa of the parlour room he had made his own. He couldn’t remember if she had ever been that upset before. He couldn’t believe out of all his traps, this was the one that had backfired the most. It had been so simple, yet it had miserably failed.

But he would not give up.

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She squirmed on the bed, trying to get away with no success.

“Where do you think you’re going, bunny?” He grabbed her thighs tighter, pulling her slightly down the mattress. “I’m not done yet.” Clavis dragged a gloved finger up and down her thigh softly, eliciting a shiver from her.

He had been lavishing her legs in affection, planting chaste kisses wherever he saw fit—which was everywhere—and she was beginning to feel overwhelmed. It wasn’t unusual for him to pepper her legs with kisses and love bites, but typically it only lasted for a little while. This time, she was starting to believe that it was going to be the foreplay, and the main course and the dessert, too.

“I told you, didn’t I?” Clavis emerged from between her legs, looking up at her face. “How much I love your legs.” He dived down to her skin and dragged his teeth along her inner thighs. She wriggled a little, making one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard. He chuckled with delight, and before she could catch her breath, he growled against her skin. He opened his mouth wide and bit down, licking the patch of skin he had enclosed.

And then he heard the sob.

Clavis immediately let go, getting up from his position to get a look at her face.

“Did I hurt you?” He looked down at her skin, scared to find blood. Had he let himself go too much? But her skin looked fine… Clavis looked at her face again, but her hands covered it completely. “Bunny, I am so sorry, what did I do? I didn’t know you weren’t enjoying it, I…” He trailed off, panicking.

“It’s not that.” Her voice was muffled by her hands, but it managed to calm his fears. He crawled on the bed, moving to sit down next to her prostrated form. He could see her chest moving up and down, even if no sounds were coming from her.

“Can I touch you?” He asked, hurting. He didn’t need to see her tear-stained face to feel the pain in his bones. “Please, you can say no. But if you’re okay with it, give me a sign?”

A new sob, louder this time, broke from her chest as he saw her nod.

His hands made their way between her body and the bed, and he slowly sat her up, bringing her into a tight hug. He rubbed gentle circles on her back, and even if her crying got more intense at first, she calmed down after a few minutes.

She finally pulled her hands down and looked him in the face, sniffling. He kissed her forehead and wet cheeks, massaging the back of her neck with deft fingers.

“I’m sorry,” she said. He frowned but didn’t dare interrupt. “I think I…” She looked away, her nostrils flaring up. “Hate my body.”

The words were a punch to his stomach. He had his suspicions, but hearing her speaking the words was a different thing.

“I thought I only hated my chest, but I don’t think there’s anything I’m truly proud of.”

Clavis looked away from her eyes, swallowing hard. He had noticed, how she always managed to drive him away from her breasts. He had thought, however, that she had been simply shy. He saw now, how insensitive his plan had been. How it had driven her into a corner.

“I am sorry. About yesterday.” He looked at her, speaking the words quietly. She only pressed down her lips into a small smile, but it didn’t satisfy him at all. “I can listen, if you want to talk.” The words tasted unsure in his mouth, but it was the only thing he could manage for now. What hid in his heart was a silent plea: please teach me how not to hurt you.

“I mean, there’s not much to say. It’s unavoidable.” She pointed to her chest area with her hands. “It’s always been pretty apparent, how small and undesirable they are.”

“Uh, no.” Clavis grabbed one of her hands and pressed it down to her lips. “I won’t be hearing lies.” The frown that had creased his face relaxed now into a gentle gaze directed at her. “They are small, that is a fact, just how your hair is brown and wavy, or there is a mole right here under your lip.” He guided her own finger towards it and she couldn’t help but look at Clavis’ mole in turn. “But if you ask me, dear, it is pretty apparent how delicious they are, just like the rest of you.”

She could understand that people were made differently. Brown hair was no worse or better than blond hair, and so with any other choices that genetics had made to build her body. However, there was an insistent outside voice that kept screaming inside of her.

“But if they were bigger…” She started saying, unsure of how she was going to end the question, and whether she wanted to hear an answer at all.

“Then it wouldn’t be you. It wouldn’t be the most precious, most exciting woman that ever graced planet E—”

“But I feel lesser,” she interrupted. The compliments felt inflated, like she’d never be able to recognise herself in them. She knew they were true in Clavis’ eyes, but that didn’t make it any easier to accept them. Not when the story the world had been telling about her was different. “I don’t feel feminine, or like how a woman is supposed to be.” She pushed through the knot forming on her throat. “I mean, can you even call this having boobs? They aren’t even enough to—”

“You are,” he interrupted, the hand that had been resting at her waist, now caressing her cheek and making her look at him. “The most attractive, fascinating, absolutely charming woman I have ever had the pleasure to entertain, and the only one I’ll ever call mine.” He brought her hand to his lips, kissing her skin like a gentleman. “And I swear, these…” He motioned to her chest. “Drive me wild every single day. You have no idea how much they fill my mind with the craziest fantasies, along with the memories of the rest of your body. But do you know what? It is you, your soul, your spirit, that fills my heart with the most intense mix of pleasure.”

His honest and insistent words were starting to dig a hole in the walls the lies had built around her. He gently caressed her knuckles, and she exhaled, her shoulders relaxing down.

“And I can assure you, if ever comes the day when I have the pleasure to see you completely naked, that it will be better than anything I have imagined, and let me tell you, I have a marvellous imagination.” The big smile on his face made her roll her eyes, but a small chuckle broke from her.

“And if you decide you don’t want to share that part of your body with me,” he continued, this time his face serious. “It will make me incredibly sad, but I promise, it won’t change anything.” He searched her eyes, trying to find proof that she was not only listening but that her heart was properly understanding his words, too. “I’ll love you the same, because with you, I have no regrets.” He smiled again, a soft, barely visible smile this time. It was a smile that melted her heart towards his. “I don’t want anything that isn’t you.” He gave her nose a playful and soft tap with his finger, and there was something in her eyes that told him maybe this time, his plan was working.

She lurched forward, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. He held her tightly in his arms, and their breathing naturally relaxed and adjusted to match. Inhaling and exhaling at the same time, Clavis was sure their hearts were also beating in unison.

“Did the growling… scare you?” He suddenly asked, reviewing all the occurrences of the day. “Did anything I did today, or any other day, ever, disgust you?”

“The growling was unexpected.” She laughed shortly, but Clavis had never been so grateful to hear it and feel it against his body. “I kind of… really liked it.” Her face flushed and she pressed harder against his shoulder. “It was cathartic.”

“How so?” He hummed, securing his arms around her waist. She traced some idle forms on his chest while thinking. Then, she pulled away slightly, enough to be able to look him in the eye, but close enough to stay in his embrace.

“I think it was…hearing how much you were enjoying it, that made me feel your desire, past all the shameful thoughts inside my head. And then the tears just gushed out.” Her embarrassment made her gaze fidgety.

He pressed a kiss to the corner of her lips. When he pulled away, his eyes sparkled.

“I will override every thought, every lie, every look, every opinion. I will love you so much, with such ferocity, you won’t be able to doubt your beauty anymore. You, me, and our love will be the only thing that matters.” He announced, in the same manner in which he announced his ridiculous pranks and plans that ended up coming to life exactly as he described them. She found herself believing him, not just wanting to. Maybe that was Clavis’ magic, she thought.

But like he had taught her before, the best plans are the ones that start right away.

“Do you think… you could growl some more if you see me in that purple nightgown?” She timidly asked, looking away.

“Just the nightgown?” He whispered in a conspiratorial fashion.

“Just the nightgown. No robe on top.” She smiled nervously, feeling the itch of regret already crawling through her nape.

“Haha! Of course I can, I like a woman not afraid to ask for what she needs.” He winked, and she felt like he had said those same words to her before.

The big smile he offered her was brief, before he jumped forward to kiss her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, her lips, her chin, and all of her face. She laughed, being reminded of a puppy wagging its tail.

When he let go, she got up to her wardrobe and picked up the same nightgown as the day before, but this time on purpose. No robe.

“You can get changed here. I promise I won’t look until you tell me to.” He said while standing up from the bed.

In any other circumstance, she wouldn’t have believed his words. But she could tell how serious he was about protecting her feelings. She rushed back to his side and gave him a quick hug.

“Okay, then turn around.” She pulled away and waited for him to turn around and cover his eyes with his hands. After turning around herself, she took off her clothes. Then, she slid the delicate nightgown on and took a few breaths while looking down at her chest. “You can look now.” She said before she had time to regret it.

She heard a rustling sound, meaning Clavis had turned around, and some piece of fabric falling to the ground, but she didn’t find it in her to turn around and face him. She was still afraid of the face he could make. But before she could entertain any bad fantasies in her head, Clavis pressed against her back and enclosed her in his arms.

They stayed like that for a while, him breathing into her neck, creating goosebumps on her skin.

“Is this okay?” He slowly inched his bare hands from her waist up to her ribcage. She nodded against him, and his fingertips gently caressed the swell of her breasts, until his skin brushed against her nipples through the nightgown. He moaned into his shoulder as an electric jolt ran through her. She grabbed onto his shoulder and his arm, trying to ground herself, and he drove his hips into her. The twitching stiffness that was forming in his pants melted some of the fear that had been oppressing her throat.

“You’re so beautiful and sexy,” Clavis panted into her ear as he twirled his fingers around her soft buds. He kissed her neck, licking her skin as he massaged her chest. “Can I…” He was interrupted by her pressing her ass against his hardness, and a grunt tore from his throat. He flicked her now tightening nipples and he heard her gasp. “I’m enjoying this too much,” he started, rubbing the tent inside his trousers against her. “But will you turn around for me?”

When she twirled inside his arms, the look on his face made her knees weak. He stared at her with half-lidded eyes and parted lips, and she wasn’t sure if his lips were glistening because of the wet kisses he had been giving her neck, or because he was drooling.

The moment he lowered his eyes to her breasts, his mouth slackened and something halfway between a shaky exhale and a growl left his lips. Her heart fluttered, raw and vulnerable. When he looked at her eyes again, his nostrils flared and she felt his chest heaving.

“I love you,” he managed to say with the last remnants of rationale that the rush of blood through his body was allowing him. “And I’m so sorry you felt like you had to hide this treasure from me.” He twirled his thumbs over her mounds. “Because that’s what they are. A fucking treasure. And it will be my delight to devour them.” He leaned down and growled as he licked a stripe down her sternum.

Then, he picked her up and carried her to the bed, where only the sheets were witness to the first night of many that would slowly but surely undo her fears, salve her insecurities, heal the wounds in her subconscious and fill her with a love so pure and raw that it overflew everything she could’ve ever dreamed of.

A/N: *me before writing the fic*: oh well this is just a tiny insecurity that I have almost overcome! This will be fun!

*me writing the fic*: fuck. It’s worse than I thought. I’m not crying, you’re crying :C

Also I literally wrote this fic in two (2) days ?! And then spent like a month re-reading it lol I hope you like it and enjoy it as much as I do <3

Interactions, tags and comments mean a whole lot and they help me keep writing! Anon feedback is also welcome.

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#clavis lelouch #ikepri clavis #clavis ikepri #ikepri fanfic #ikemen prince #ikemen series #ikemen prince clavis #clavis x oc #luna writes fanfiction #luna writes at midnight #luna writes

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stupidocupido · 2 years ago

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hotd recs

It is time for another rec post. As I am still in my HOTD phase, it means i’ve read enough fics to make a list. Mostly Lucemond & Rhaegon, more fics to be added in the future!

LUCEMOND

Tides Viserys doesn’t die after the infamous family dinner. Winds blow, tides rise, things change. Or the one in which Lucerys doesn’t lack cockiness, Aemond is trying to keep himself sane, and they keep meeting on the edges of the raging world.

right before all the song and dance (wasn't brave enough to tell you). “Do you think he would have loved me?” Luke asks, his voice wavering, no more than a whisper. His eyes are unfocused, trained on the sky, as if he’s searching for something. Searching for him. “My love,” Aemond chokes out, his face contorted in pain, his heart bursting, finally, “I would, I do.” Or, the one with the time loop.

naked in that garden Aemond only saw his half-sister’s second natural-born child for the briefest moment before the babe was sent away from the capital.

The Black Prince Lucerys Velaryon is a saved prince returned home with no memories and no dragon. Something on Dragonmont keeps calling to him. Aemond Targaryen is a prince riddled with guilt and grief who refuses to be a puppet on a string any longer.

In all the lives I lived before this one Lucerys isn't so much spirited away to fairyland, as much as he goes of his own accord.

full fathom five (Aemond’s nephew is almost always a shadow at the edge of his gaze, a silent thing that he somehow glimpses at a distance, around the corners of the halls or across the room).

but that was then It is the night of Aegon's wedding, and Aemond wants.

cut off my wings (and lock me up) Aemond considers him for a moment longer, gaze flicking up and down with the pleased glint of a smug cat. Then he turns toward their host. “Lord Borros, be my witness: by the ancient customs of our House, by the ancient rite to wed fire and blood, I declare a marriage hunt on Lucerys Velaryon.”

Wiping the Dirt From His Hands Or, Luke survives his alteration with Aemond and is taken by Larys to Harrenhal.

Trapped After Lucerys' family died in the fire, Aemond takes him under his wings. The younger man's memories all shatter apart. He needs Aemond to lean on, but Lucerys is still trapped in his past.

RHAEGON (some + daemon)

there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin i.e. Aegon hears something after the Dinner from Hell™ and decides to go after it. He does not want to be king, so he claims allegiance to the future queen... and her consort. Might be the best thing he has ever done, and will save everyone.

of pain and pleasure "I don't have to tell Alicent," she paused and placed a hand on his leg. "But you must do something for me first, sweet brother." Aegon shivered under her touch, and she didn't have to look down know that he was still hard in his breeches. "What do you want?" he asked nervously, quiet as a mouse. With her other hand, Rhaenyra twirled her dagger in her hand, relishing the weight and the power it gave her. "Kneel."

valonqar who does aegon seek in the brothels of king's landing? otto's spies tell him the truth, but not the whole truth.

happiness In which Aegon comes of age and slowly pines for his older, wiser half-sister.

Who Am I, If Not Yours? Or: Aegon manages to escape being crowned, flying to Dragonstone with a proposal of marriage and submission.

you will always be my favorite ghost “Marry me Rhaenyra and end all of this.” Aegon mutters, clasping his hands, an almost prayer. He stands there in all his eerie beauty and Rhaenyra cannot help but think that of all the broken things he is the most dazzling one.

OTHER

Delusions of a Saviour Aegon remembers dying - very painfully and with little dignity. When he awakes to the day his children are born, he is determined to stop the war for the throne and prevent his family from dying (and himself. He is very much invested in not dying again). To do this, he realises he needs to: 1. Stop Lucerys from being a twat and actually show Aemond he is sorry for taking his eye. 2. Stop Aemond from, also, being a twat and actually stop his brother from killing his nephew (and also Aegon himself). Somewhere along the line he becomes a matchmaker, with a little help and guidance from his sister-wife.

'tis the damn season ex-childhood friends and almost-lovers Rhaenyra and Alicent have to reunite for Christmas at the Targaryen’s Dragonstone Manor. it goes about as well as one would think (very, in the end).

#fic recs #hotd recs #lucemond #lucemond recs #rhaegon #rhaenyra targaryen x aegon ii targaryen #alicent x rhaenyra #rhaenicent

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🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1472

Chapter 42:

The boy was gone, having gotten what he wanted from the road, and now he was free. The lights above you flickered again, few remaining alive; a sign that your time was almost up.

Agatha looked at the place where Billy was as she leaned back, thinking of his question. "No, Billy. Sometimes... boys die."

You parted your lips but remained silent, feeling that those words were not just directed at Billy but also to herself.

Pieces fell into place in your mind, now a clear picture formed that filed the blanks you had.... that answered almost all of your questions.

"Is this you forgiving Rio for taking Little Nicky?" You dared to ask, your voice soft and empathic.

Agatha finally looked at you, surprised by your deduction. You were good with those things, but she did not remember you being that good.

"How did you find out?" She asked.

You offered her a weak smile, the topic as sensitive to you as it was to hers. Perhaps little more, considering this was a talk about the relationship Agatha developed with Rio... who might had become your replacement if things had turned out differently.

"I did keep wondering what Rio had done to you, to cause such rift... unexplained rift that didn't fully justify your feelings for one another."

Immediately, Agatha felt guilty.

"Sugar -" You did not let her finish.

"It's okay, Ags," you gave her a pained smile. "I mean, Nicky did look a lot like Rio while growing up... and I have come to peace with it. When I left you... I never made anything clear, and it would be wrong of me to expect something from you." You took a deep breath. "Considering who Rio is, it finally clicked that it was his passing that divided you."

Agatha did not comment, unsure what to say. She could thank you for your understanding and passive forgiveness. She could try to justify Rio and Nicky... but she realized it would change nothing.

Things had been set on stone, and they could not be changed. What could be changed, though, was your chance to get out of this road and return to your free solitary life... to finally be free from the curse thar seemed to follow Agatha and was affecting you.

"Okay, sugar. It's time for you to get what you want from the road and get out of here, " she said, changing the topic as she pushed some of her hair above her shoulder.

"But I have already gotten what I want," you explained, shocking her for the second time. She watched you move to sit right in front of her, taking her hand and holding it with both of yours. "What I wanted was for a chance to join you, Agatha. To truly help you find what you are looking for, not to watch you go alone while I stay back; never to join you. "

Agatha was once again speechless at your sweet confessions, at your unyielding loyalty to her. Even after all those centuries, even after all those times she walked away; you remained.

You did not lose faith in her. You didn't stop caring and worrying for her.

You never stopped regretting every time you turned down Agatha and lost the chance to join her.

She didn't know that, and in that moment of revelation, a single tear escaped her left eye.

You moved one hand to wipe it away gently before it could roll down her cheek, and you offered her a sweet, comforting smile; beaming with light and love, unmatched by anything else... except for the look Nicky would give her when he was alive.

"I told you. I am with you until the end." You reminded her and squeezed her hand in reassurance.

Agatha used her free hand hand and cupped your cheek, every move done with outmost care; as if you would break into thousands of pieces with a wrong move.

"This might be the end, sugar." She admitted, slowly accepting the fact that she was not going to survive the road the second time.

"Then I will be happy to know I made it so far with you. If it means dying, I don't mind as long as I am in your arms. "

Agatha was the first to pull you into a hug this time, her arms wrapping tightly around you; passively seeking comfort and also trying to get control of her emotions... of her mind and her heart.

You returned the action without hesitation, squeezing her in your arms with all your might; as if she would disappear into thin air if you dared to let her go.

You buried your neck into her thick curls, eyes closed as you fought back tears; both getting emotional over the confession while accepting more and more that this could be the end... for both of you.

Another flickering light above you reminded you of the time that was left, but it was not your concern anymore.

Slowly, you pulled back but kept your hands interlocked; never letting the other truly go

Agatha looked at you with care, and she chose to open up one last time. "You know... I am not ready to confront him yet." She confessed.

"Little Nicky?"

She nodded. "I... he was not meant to be born, Y/N... Rio gave us time, and I paid her back with the bodies of other witches I drained... and it all worked fine for 6 years, until the night... the night he asked me not to go after the witches... the night Rio had to take him back."

You squeezed her hands, seeing how misty her eyes were becoming as she relieved those dark memories that overshadowed the good ones she had with him.

And you could see it because you knew it was what Agatha did in such situations. Dark moments were the only things she truly remembered, letting them consume her heart and make her forget the good ones that existed at the same time.

So, you chose to change that.

"He was a brave boy, Agatha," you started, making her focus on you. "I can still remember how mesmerised he was, when we told him we survived the Road... and how proud he was of that... of us..." Agatha let out a mix of weak chuckle and sob while your heart ached with each beat as you remembered the sweet and innocent face of the boy you had come to love as your own. "And I remember how persistent he was to learn of the Ballad, wanting to go down that Road as well... and when we told him no, he just made up his own Ballad... and each time you would visit, you two would have finished another part of it. "

Agatha sniffed, and you swallowed a lump down your throat, tears prickling at the edge of your eyes; threatening to escape and roll down your cheek.

Your breathing was difficult as you tried to keep down the sobs, the memories happy but also painful; a reminder of a brighter time in your life, a time that would never be able to be replaced.

"I remember," Agatha said weakly with a faint smile, your retelling reminding her of the sweet moments you were talking about.

"I don't think he will ever judge you, Ags. He loved you too much," you reassured her.

With shaking hands, Agatna pulled away from your grip and went to unclip her amulet; Evanora's brooch with the triple Goddess, a steady item of her wardrobe.

She slowly opened it, and from inside, she gently held a short patch of hair; neatly tucked inside for safekeeping.

"I have kept it with me all this time... to never forget him, " Agatha confessed and placed the hair close to her heart, wishing deeply that she could feel and hear Nicholas' heart beat one last time.

You could only watch as you wiped your tears with the back of your hand, the moment too precious and heavy to be interrupted. This was a deep point in your relationship and even deeper in Agatha's trauma with the loss of her son.

Agatha, with teary eyes, was about to put the lock back into the brooch when she noticed something... something that she swore was never there before.

She placed the hair back and took out what seemed to be a dried up seed/petal of a dandelion. So weak, small and tiny... unable to ever grow.

As your eyes landed on it, sowmthing clicked inside your mind; just as the lights flickered, and now you were left with only one.

"Agatha, the dandelion!" You exclaimed. "That's the key to this trial!"

#agatha harkness x reader #let me know if you guys want an AU chapter #a filler about Nicky and Agatha and Reader in the past #agatha all along #agatha harkness #agatha spoilers #agatha fanfic #agatha x reader #moon phases fanfic #kathryn hahn #marvel #aubrey plaza #lebsian #angst

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eldritch-spouse · 2 years ago

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Hello. I am here to hurt Breg. And not in a sexy times way.

Okay i wanna set the scene. The meeting happens, Breg being a weirdo, Reader and breg finally start dating and being in a relationship, Shenanigans starts and happens, Maybe a year passes but oh what the hell is this? Reader’s slowly falling out of love.

Of course the first idea is “Don’t tell breg this cause he’ll freak out”. But then again, are we really gonna just keep up in a relationship with someone we dont really love anymore? Basically reader’s kinda in a dead end here tryna think of what to do. Might as well be honest am i right?

So reader tells Breg, Tryna explain it real gently to the poor guy. What’s Bregs next move? Kidnapping? Tell them “haha no your not wdym you dont love me anymore”. Like is the dude really gonna try and keep reader, Hoping they can fall in love with him again? Tryna still be in a relationship where Reader doesn’t really love him anymore? Or idk this just gets us killed 🤷

Anyways thats all, Feel free to ignore this. Also fun fact i was typing this while listening to Fantasy by Mariah Carey. Yeah don’t question me. But i do recommend it.

Oh no. Oh no no.

What do you mean falling out of love with him? No. Not even close. Get real.

He didn't go through all this effort just for you to fall out of love, to get bored of him. That's... That's just wrong. How could you? How fucking selfish do you have to be?! "I don't love you anymore."... Just like that. Breg can't understand, he can't- That's not a thing. That's an excuse, and a cruel, pointless, disgusting one at that. Just tell him, okay? If he did something wrong, tell him.

Don't play around like that. Breg really doesn't like that joke, angel. It's not funny. You might not want to say that again.

Breg's first strategy is denial. Denial all the way. In fact, one of the first things he does is leave the conversation, mostly not to hurt you or himself during the initial shock of it. He'll return some time later, pretending the exchange didn't happen, and everytime you try to start the same topic, he'll loudly interrupt, or desperately seek for a distraction. This may lead him to grabbing you too hard in an effort to get to you divert your attention to something else, but the breeder express clear regret when you cry out.

Then comes the silence.

And if you've been around Breg enough (a year will do), then you know this is around the time where you either drop a subject completely or deal with the consequences of pressing on. Breg won't reply to you when you start conversations about falling out of love, and he will oftentimes try to remove himself from the situation or do something to keep himself occupied and to prevent his mind from wondering.

Persist and Breg will take drastic measures.

You get an explosive reaction. Breg will reveal to you how deeply this is affecting him, breaking down into a crying, screaming, snarling mess about how none of it is fair, about how he only wanted to love you, how he's been behaving so well and doing everything right and you don't get to take his happiness away- You just don't. He's furious, he's broken. He can't function without you, he only bothered to integrate into society fully because of you, so you'd love him, see him as a proper mate. By some miracle of God, Breg actually succeeded, everything was so fucking perfect, and now you just had to ruin it, didn't you?

Well no. That's not how this is going to end at all. You don't get to decide.

Maybe it's time you take a break, stay home, and let Breg handle the bigger things, yes? Don't worry about anything, he'll take care of it. Because clearly, the two of you need some alone time. This is the initial stage of the kidnapping phase, and while there is room to salvage your current situation, you're on thin fucking ice, angel.

It's only a matter of time until Fasma stumbles onto this sad scene and advises Breg on how to properly keep someone captive.

#Bregory

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pr3ttym3l · 2 months ago

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Navigating the Tides of Love [xyx fanfic]

(this one is for my friend sum <333)

XYX was a man of routines. Every day, he followed a predictable schedule—wake up at 6:30 AM, make a pot of coffee, head to the office, and come back home by 6 PM. It was a rhythm that brought him comfort and a sense of stability, especially after he had married their partner, Y/N. They had built a life together that was filled with love, laughter, and the occasional spat over the small things.

One crisp autumn evening, XYX returned home to find an unexpected scene awaiting him. The cozy living room that usually greeted him with warm light and the scent of Y/N's cooking was now transformed into a chaotic sea of financial papers. The coffee table, usually adorned with magazines and framed photos of their happy moments, was buried under a mountain of spreadsheets, bills, and account statements.

Y/N was perched on the couch, their brow furrowed in concentration as they sifted through the paperwork. Their hair was pulled into a messy bun, and their glasses perched on the tip of their nose, giving them an air of determined seriousness. XYX's heart ached at the sight of their beloved partner so overwhelmed.

“Hey, doll,” XYX said, his voice laced with teasing amusement as he stepped into the room. “I thought you were just indulging in some new avant-garde home decor. I didn’t realize you’d turned our living room into a paper blizzard.”

Y/N looked up, their eyes tired but with a hint of a smile at XYX's playful tone. “Very funny, XYX. I’m buried in financial paperwork, and it’s not exactly my idea of a fun evening.”

XYX sauntered over and plopped down beside Y/N, grabbing their hand with a confident grin. “Well, lucky for you, your charming husband is here to save the day. Or at least, rescue you from this mountain of doom.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, trying to hide a smile. “And what makes you think you’re equipped for this? I’ve got a system going here.”

XYX chuckled, squeezing their hand lightly. “Oh, please, doll. I’ve seen you handle bigger messes than this. Remember the time you tackled that spider that was bigger than a small dog? You’ve got this. But just in case, I’ll be your handsome sidekick.”

Y/N sighed, a reluctant smile breaking through their fatigue. “Alright, alright. I guess even superheroes need a sidekick sometimes.”

They spent the next few hours huddled together, working through the financial maze. XYX took on the task of organizing the documents, occasionally making playful comments about Y/N’s meticulous system. “So, let me get this straight—this is the ‘file everything by moon phase’ method? Ingenious, doll.”

Y/N laughed, shaking their head. “You’re ridiculous. But I’ll admit, it’s nice to have some help and not just be drowning in paperwork alone.”

With each passing hour, the pile of paperwork began to dwindle. The stress of the day slowly melted away, replaced by a sense of accomplishment and closeness. XYX and Y/N didn’t just tackle their financial problems; they reaffirmed their commitment to one another.

When the last document was filed away, XYX pulled Y/N into a tender embrace. “You know, doll, it’s moments like these that remind me why I fell in love with you. It’s not just the good times but how we face the challenges together.”

Y/N nestled into his arms, their voice muffled against his chest. “And I love you for being my rock, even when you’re being a goof. I don’t think I could do this without you.”

XYX grinned, pressing a playful kiss to their forehead. “Well, you’ve got the best sidekick in town. And let’s be honest, who else would put up with my charming brand of teasing?”

As they held each other, the chaos of the evening seemed to fade away, leaving behind a profound sense of unity and love.

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mxnkeydo · 11 months ago

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karma is a cat (but it loves me)

✧ summary hazel levesque probably shouldn't have yelled at the black cat trying to steal her lunch. but screw "probably" because when karma's in her favor, everything works out just the way she wants it to.

✧ genre fluff(ish, not really)

✧ word count 651

✧ warnings none

✧ link to main masterlist

✧ A/N first of all, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY HAZEL MY CHILD!!! okay so heads up there's some shitty writing ahead but i really need to get out of my writer's block phase (also i know it's super short sorry for that heh) sooo please enjoy!

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Camp Jupiter was probably the most beautiful place Hazel had ever seen. Fresh water fountains, impeccably carved marble structures, and a stunning lake next to the Colosseum—and that wasn’t even half of it. Most of all, she admired the order, the organization, and the discipline Reyna instilled into every camper. She marveled at the scene, biting into her grilled cheese sandwich.

Meow.

Hazel jumped, looking for the target of her glare. She found it at her feet—a black cat with fur as dark as the night, hitting her with the classic puppy eyes—how ironic—that pleaded, “Food, please?”

“No. Nuh uh,” she said firmly. The cat shrank back, returning her glare. “Meowww,” it chided with a disapproving look.

“I just finished my morning training,” She replied defensively. “You’re not going to take this moment of peace away from me.” She turned back to her view of the ancient Colosseum, gripping her sandwich tighter.

The cat almost left her alone. Almost. It gave one last attempt at an innocent look, a look that nearly melted down Hazel’s tough walls, but she shook her head. “Scram!” She whisper-yelled to the little furred creature, sighing once it scampered off into a nearby bush.

“Is that how you would treat a hungry animal?”

Hazel whirled around and was suddenly face-to-face with Camp Jupiter’s other praetor; Frank Zhang. Their noses nearly touched, and she took a step back, gulping. Where had he come from? She tried to put the question into words, but all she could say was, “Where—you?” But the realization sank in before Praetor Zhang could explain.

“I’m sure you know of my abilities by now, Hazel Levesque,” he said with a faint smile. Hazel did her best to return it, her hands tighter than ever around what was left of her lunch. There was something about Frank Zhang that made him seem intimidating but friendly all the same, and it had Hazel’s social skills winding up in a mess.

“I–I am so sorry,” she blurted, feeling her face flush from embarrassment. “If I’d known, I swear, I would have–”

“You know, Hazel, most Romans value strength. They value brawn.” He swiftly cut her off with a searching gaze. “And don’t get me wrong, those are very important for a soldier to have. But you know what’s also important?” Frank brushed his fingers against a sunflower growing from the soil. “Empathy. Kindness. Compassion. Because that’s what makes us a community. That’s what makes us so human and mortal and unlike the gods.” He shook the wistful feeling off his face and looked back at her with striking eyes that reminded her of the color of the earth after a heavy rainstorm. “You get me?”

Hazel nodded slowly. “Yeah. I get you.”

Frank smiled at her then, a smile that crinkled his eyes and brightened his face and Hazel had no option other than to smile back. Curse you, Zhang, she thought, curse you for making me feel this way.

The young Praetor glanced behind her at the sun at its highest point in the sky. “It’s noon,” he stated plainly. “I have to get going or Reyna will hunt me down.” He gave her a slight dip of his head, one of respect and acknowledgement, and turned his back on her. Hazel’s heart gave a slight pang at the mention of his co-Praetor, but she figured her invitation would be worth a shot.

“Wait.”

Frank swung his gaze back to her, and she gulped.

“Speaking of. Um. Kindness.” She wrung her hands nervously. “What are your thoughts on dinner tonight, out here?” Hazel immediately flinched at the way it came out, but Frank only grinned.

“Sure. It’s a date.” He sent her a little wave that flipped her heart upside down and jogged down the hill.

Needless to say, Hazel’s head was filled with echoes of the word “date” for the rest of the afternoon.

#hazel levesque #frank zhang #camp jumpiter #spqr #oneshot #fluff

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peachymilkandcream · 5 months ago

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Written In Blood|Part 7|Modern Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: The petty drama and competition between Evelyn and Petra about to start reminds me so fondly of Break Me Slowly and I freaking love it! Hope you enjoy and comment to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: implied noncon/dubcon, graphic descriptions of violence, domestic violence, manipulation, mind breaking, yandere behaviour/themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, misogyny, mentions of child abuse, etc.

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Now it was onto phase two, he had been hot with passion and affection and now he was cold, bitter cold. And would be. Petra would be stuck wondering what she had done wrong to illicit such an indifferent treatment of her. Before he had answered every text, made sure to talk to her whenever she called, now he didn't speak to her at all, or gave one word answers.

On the other hand, Levi spent a lot of time getting to know Evelyn. While it had been halting and hesitant conversations at first, soon she began sharing the distance between her and her boyfriend, confiding in him when he pried for answers. He made sure to give her all the attention in the world, making her feel special and cared for at all times.

This particular evening, he was over with Evelyn since her boyfriend was out of town and she felt afraid of her stalker returning while she was alone. Graciously, Levi volunteered to keep her company, bringing over his favorite wine and making sure she relaxed fully.

However right now she was shaking her head and clearly annoyed while looking at her phone.

"What's the matter?"

"Just Petra, we've been in kind of a fight this week, and it's just stupid-"

"Really? But you two are so close?" He slides closer, putting his arm on the couch behind her. "Talk to me."

"I think she's upset that I'm spending so much time with you, and maybe she's right, you were going out with her and now you're ignoring her- Maybe you should just talk to her and clear everything up-"

"I will eventually, truth is, I was interested, and then she became just so much, I didn't want to deal with a psycho girlfriend. I tried to let her down gently but she won't take no for an answer."

"Well she did say you gave her the most mind-blowing sex of her life, would be kind hard for a girl to come to grips with losing that."

Levi laughs slightly. "We didn't have sex, she sucked me off and then fell asleep because she was drunk and I had to push her off. She basically assaulted me and then expected a relationship after lying to herself and to me and saying we had the most passionate sex she's ever had in her life."

"Wait are you serious? But she's been telling me this whole time-"

"Because she's jealous of you Evelyn, you have it all and she has nothing. She wants to make you jealous while also judging and looking down on you for wanting to wait with something so precious."

"Everyone thinks I'm nuts for that, she wouldn't be the first."

He pauses. "I don't think you are. I think that's very admirable of you, and I respect it wholeheartedly."

She blushes a little. "I still feel bad for her."

"Don't, if she can't be happy that you've made a new friend then was she ever one in the first place?"

"Maybe you're right-"

"I am. " He leans closer, staring at her lips. "People around you treat you like shit, and you've been beaten down to take it. I won't let that happen anymore."

"Why...?" Now she leans in slightly, giving him a look that made his erection throb with desire.

"Admittedly I looked into you when I took on the case, and what I found was heartbreaking. No one deserves that, especially not someone as special as you." His face is so close his breath is on her lips. "You're special to me."

Suddenly she blushes and starts to back up. "What am I doing, I'm in a relationship I don't think it's a good idea-"

She's cut off with his lips on hers, tender, soft, Levi was using every ounce of his strength to not let his aggression and need for dominance to come out. He had to be tender with her for this to work, his more dangerous urges would have to be suppressed for right now. In time he would make room for that, all in good time.

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When Levi left her for the night, he made sure to wipe the lipstick off his lips. It stained his face with a reminder of his recent conquest, it had never gotten further than tender and soft kisses, but that would change. The poor girl barely knew how to kiss, something he'd have to remedy, but she had that naivety that drove him mad. Something he desperately wanted to shatter.

As he stepped out of the apartment building doors he nearly collided with Petra on her way in, making him stop.

"Oh, Petra. Nice to see you again."

"Levi? What are you doing here? Were you- with Evelyn?"

"Yes I was, great time. Thank you for introducing me to her properly."

"But what about us-? Why haven't you been answering my calls?"

"Should I have been?"

"Yes you should have- We had a thing, and you just ghosted me for no reason."

"What thing? A drunken mistake?"

That had hit a nerve, clearly she was upset by that. "It was more than just that-"

"Not the way I see it, I see it as a mistake that I wish had never happened if this is the way you'll behave."

"Then why? Why did you lead me on? Why did you pretend like you were interested?"

"I was, for a time. But then I got close to your friend upstairs. She's just so, much better- everything about her, how could you even compare? And she's just so amazing, and charming and sweet, she completely captivated me. So I started getting closer to her, I'm sorry you had to find out like this. Have a good night."

He turns and starts to walk away, leaving her upset and tearing up behind him. He knew she was going to march up those stairs and let Evelyn have it, and he'd be there to catch the fall when she lost her best friend.

Poor Evelyn, she didn't even see what was coming.

#attack on titan #break me slowly #shingeki no kyojin #levi x oc #levi aot #levi ackerman #levi x reader #yandere levi #yandere levi x reader #yandere levi ackerman

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