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bbrissonn · 10 months ago

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𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡

☆⋆｡°‧★ in which dahlia and will can't stop talking to each other

☆⋆｡°‧★ will smith x dahlia monroe

☆⋆｡°‧★ wc: 2k

☆⋆｡°‧★ au masterlist

‎‧₊˚✧[ OCTOBER 20, 2023 ]✧˚₊‧

when dahlia got back to her dorm room, she stared down at the new contact in her phone for probably ten minutes wondering if she should text the blond boy or not. she wanted to, she really did, but she just did not what to say. she choose to just wait for the boy to text first, after all he was the one with her number written on his hand.

dahlia went on with her night, doing her skincare routine as she listen to her music, trying her hardest not to constantly look at her phone to see if he had texted. 'his phone his dead' she kept reminding herself when the only message she got was from violette wishing her a good night.

it wasn't until she girl was about to go to sleep that the boy messaged her. it was just a simple hey :) yet the girl found herself kicking her feet slightly as his notification popped up. if violette were here right now, she would probably die of laughter at the smile plastered on her best friend's face.

dahlia

hi (:

will

thanks again for helping me

dahlia

no worries

honestly it was a little

embarrassing watching you

spin around in circles

i had to do something

will

wow

im wounded lia

dahlia

you get hit by grown men

and your ok

but a little teasing

and your hurt??

you're softer than i

thought smith

will

oh so yk my last name

wonder how that it

dahlia

oh-

good night.

will

good night :)

it was safe to say that the girl fell asleep with a wide grin as her mind played her encounter with the boy over and over again.

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the next day, dahlia found herself sitting in the same exact spot for the third time now. violette was next to her again, but this time her boyfriend was with them. dahlia did not know him very well, but she knew he was treating her best friend perfectly and that's all the mattered to her.

"something weird is going." violette mumbled to her boyfriend, alex, as she watched her best friend share a small wave with the blond freshmen.

the two had spent pretty much the whole day texting one another, beginning with will texting her good morning. the two got to know each other, their favourite colours, favourite movies, music taste, favourite meal, all the question that could be asked were asked. granted, will looked up his question online, but the effort was all that mattered.

dahlia had never been so attached to her phone before, always having it open as she waited for the boy's next message. even on his way to the rink, he was still texting her, and same for her, making her almost bump into a boy twice her height. that was also something that violette quickly noticed.

as for will, his attachment to his own phone did not go unnoticed by his friends either. when gabe had woken up that morning, his best friend was already awake, smiling down at his phone, which he pretty much spent the whole day doing. it also was noticed by his teammates in the locker room.

will was normally always locked in the second he got into the rink, barely ever looking at his phone. but today, he could not go more than a feet away from it, feeling the need to always check if dahlia had answered him.

"you guys all saw what i saw right?" gabe asked his fellow freshman as they all stood in front of the bench. the warmup was ending in less than two minutes and will had decided to make his way back to the locker room. of course, as he made his way down the tunnel, a wide smile was stuck on his face as he passed dahlia.

"he's so whipped." ryan laughed as they all started making their way down the tunnel as well. they all could not help but look at will's mystery girl, who was typing away on her phone with a smile that mirrored will's.

unsurprisingly to any of them, when they arrived in the locker room, the blond freshman was also silling down at his phone. the boys all exchanged smirks before going to their stall and finishing their pregame rituals.

"jeez man, you know it won't run away from you." jamie chuckled as he sat down in his stall next to the freshman. everyone had noticed how dependent of his phone the boy had been, and they were all waiting for someone to bring it up for them to really dig into the poor blond boy.

"huh?" will asked, looking up from his phone and over to his teammate. by then, pretty much everyone in the locker was looking at him, making will a little self-conscious. "what?"

"your phone. nothing's gonna happen to you if you don't touch it for more than a minute." jack said from the other side of the boy. some of the guys around the room chuckled slightly, making will blush a little, he did not think they had realized how much he was using it.

"who're you texting anyways?"

"uhm, n-no one." will stuttered, mentally cursing to himself for how he was acting.

"you sure it's not mystery girl?" ryan teased from across the room with a smirk on his face. his words made the whole team erupt in ooh's, while will's face became a dark red shade.

"there's no mystery girl."

"sure there isn't, buddy. we all saw that little smile you gave her." drew added. will had never wanted to disappear as much as right now.

"hey, who's phone number is on you hand?" jamie said, grabbing a hold of the boy's hand. somehow, will's face became even darker than before as more laughs echoed in the room.

"no one's!"

"is this no one the same no one that you're texting."

"maybe." will admitted. he figured his friends were not going to let this go any time soon, or that they would end up finding out the truth anyways, so what was the point of lying. "but it's none of your business, so just drop it."

will's words came out harsher than he had intended. he was never one to react like this, and all the boys knew that, meaning they stopped bothering him about it.

none of them brought it up on the bench when he would sometimes look back at the girl and send her a soft grin. or when their eyes would connect for a long time whenever will made his way back to the bench. but, just because they did not bring it up to him, it did not mean they did not bring it between themselves.

gabe and ryan pretty much spent the whole gossiping like a bunch of teenage girls, giggling whenever they would noticed their interaction. they knew will heard everything they were saying and laughing about, but the boy did not care. they were leaving him alone about it and that's all that mattered.

unfortunately, the game did noy go their way, losing 3-4 to denver, but will had scored two goals, so dahlia did not really care about the score. just as her, and the other two were about to exit the forum, her phone dinged, making her stop in her tracks.

will

did you leave yet?

dahlia

why?

will

wanna see you

dahlia

uhm idk

wasn't on my schedule

will

its almost ten

what could you possibly

have to do thats more fun

than seeing me

dahlia

im a busy gal

you'd be surprised

where do i go?

will

come near the locker rooms

you'll see me

dahlia

this is my third time

being here you think

i know where that it

"you guys go one, i have to meet someone." dahlia said to her friend. a smirk grew on violette's face as the pieces clicked in her head.

"smith?"

"maybe."

"you coming home tonight?"

"yes." dahlia said sternly to alex, making the boy frown slightly before the couple said their goodbyes and made their way out of the forum. the next second, will was calling her.

"hi." the girl spoke, a shy smile on her face as she moved to the side so people could make their way out.

"hey. you really don't know where to go?" the boy chuckled making the girl scoff a bit.

"no, i don't." the girl sassed, making while chuckle a little more.

"meet me at your seat." he said, and before the girl could say anything, he hung up. it took a couple of seconds for her brain to understand what had just happened.

eventually she snapped back and started making her way back to her seat. there was pretty much no one left in the area, only one or two janitors that had started cleaning. as she approached her section, she could see a boy leaning against the wall right besides the entry to the stands. he was holding his phone in his hand, texting his friends not to wait for him.

"hey." he said with a wide grin, slipping his phone into his pocket when he noticed the girl. he pushed himself off the wall and took a couple of steps to meet her in the middle.

"hi." the girl giggled, her nervousness taking over. when the two teens were standing in front of each other, they stared at each with wide matching smiles. will was the first to move, wrapping his arms around her waist bringing her close to him.

the girl was a little shocked at his boldness, but she liked it. it took her a couple of seconds before relaxing into his arms and wrapping her own around his neck. her head was resting in the crock of the boy's neck, his cologne filling her nose.

"thank you for coming."

"you played great." the girl whispered back, making the boy scoff a bit. "you did, will. last time i checked you're the only one with two goals."

"we lost."

"so? it's one game, there's a like i don't how many more left. i had a lot of fun watching you." the girl said, trying to cheer him up. the two now had their foreheads resting against the other's, their words barely being loud enough for them to hear. will's eyes were closed as one of dahlia's hand came up to his face, cupping his cheek and rubbing the skin on his cheekbone.

"it's just... hard." the boy sighed.

"i get it, sorta, i think? when i try a new baking recipe and it turns out horrible, i get mad. especially when i do everything right, and it just doesn't work." the girl explained, making the boy open his eyes.

"you bake?"

"helps me calm down. the best part is getting to eat though." she said, a soft smile on her face as the two locked eyes.

"teach me one day?" will asked, and the girl was quick to shake her head yes. "good." he added before leaning in a pressing a small peck to her cheek. the girl blushed, her eyes avoiding his as she bit back a smile.

"food?" the girl asked, trying her hardest to change the subject, while still avoiding his gaze.

"you pick."

soon, the two young adults found themselves sitting in a pizza place not too far from campus. the two spent the night laughing and getting to know each other even more.

the night ended with will walking dahlia back to her dorm, his hand holding onto hers. once the two arrived at her dorm room near midnight, dahlia turned around to hug the boy goodbye.

"thank you for cheering me up."

"you're too pretty to be sad." the girl answered boldly, her head laying against his chest as they hugged. when the two pulled away, dahlia pressed a kiss right besides his lips, grinning afterwards.

"'night, will."

"good night, lia."

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roastedoatmilk · 3 months ago

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Let The Light In

Rolan x Fem Tiefling Tav (Sybil)

summary: The five times Rolan thinks his feelings for Sybil are unrequited and the one time Sybil catches him by surprise

word count: 3.4k

tags: angst with a happy ending, unrequited love but not actually, rolan being an ass, cal and lia being amazing as usual, idiots who are obviously in love but don't know it.

A/N got the idea for this fic by @gnomishcunning it’s a bit different from what they posted but it’s the same concept !!! let me know if yall would like to see sybil's pov of this fic ! this is also on ao3

One

The first time Rolan met Sybil was admittedly not one of his better moments, the wizard had been arguing with his siblings when the hero showed up with her rag tag group of companions. The purple haired tiefling had wandered over to the siblings, taking a moment to listen as the one with his brown hair pulled up argues that they need to make it to Baldur’s Gate as soon as possible causing his siblings to groan in disapproval.

“She’s right,” Sybil piped up, “we survived Elturel, surely a wizard as accomplished as yourself can help with the fight here.” her voice soothed Rolan’s ears, he had never heard such a wonderful voice before.

“Thank you, it’s the right thing to do and you know it!” Lia says, her words aimed at her stubborn brother.

“She’s right Rolan, we're better than this.” Cal agrees.

Rolan rolled his eyes and sighed “Zurgan fine I’ll stay too lest you end up with your throats slit by a goblin blade.”

“Thank you Rolan.” Lia sighs before walking away with Cal at her side.

Sybil approaches Rolan again, curious about the stubborn tiefling.

“We should’ve left by now, damnation.” Rolan grumbles, “Instead we’re sitting here practically begging to be attacked, staying is a mistake.”

A slight frown finds its way onto the cleric’s light blue face, “You’re doing the right thing you know, the tieflings need help.” Sybil says calmly.

“And what about us? There’s every chance we’ve doomed ourselves by helping these people.” Rolan scoffs.

Before Sybil can even respond the grumpy wizard continues, “We will end up fodder for some goblin’s blade all because Lia insists on helping every wounded foal we see, our best chance to make it to Baldur’s Gate is on our own. This place is lost.”

Sybil’s frown deepens her eye twitching in irritation as he once again mentions the illustrious city, “Why are you in such a rush to get to the city?” the cleric questioned crossing her arms over her chest.

Rolan straightened himself up, puffing out his chest at the question, “Well you are currently looking at the newest apprentice of Lorroakan,” the red tiefling bragged, a smirk on his face. “Yes that Lorroakan, the greatest wizard in Baldur’s Gate.”

Sybil’s red eyes twitched even more at the mention of the ginger haired wizard, “You mean Lorroakan who lives in Ramazith tower in the Upper City? I’ve heard some pretty nasty things about that man.” the hero tells the shorter man, her irritation evident.

The corner of Rolan’s lips twitched, “All rumors I can assure you, Master Lorroakan is the best of the best and I would study under nothing less.” the wizard huffs.

Sybil nods in response not fully believing him but not wanting to argue. She turns to her companions and begins to chat with them, with her attention no longer on him Rolan takes time to fully take in the hero’s appearance. She stood more than a few inches taller than him. Her dark purple hair was pulled back into a tightly braided bun, strands of hair brushing against her face parting around her horns. Rolan watches as she laughs at something the wizard in purple robes says, her ruby red eyes crinkling up as she smiles, her tail flicks slightly as she laughs. He’s shook out of his daze when he feels an elbow jab into his side, his head whips to the left to see Lia has made her way back over to him, smirking at her brother with a knowing look on her face. Rolan scoffs and looks away, refusing to give her the satisfaction of his embarrassment.

After a moment Sybil and her group bid the siblings farewell, making their way down to the Druid’s Grove. Rolan watches the cleric as she leaves, Lia and Cal, who had rejoined his siblings, watch their brother with matching looks on their faces. Rolan sighs as she fades from view, thinking that he really messed up whatever chance of companionship that he had with the cleric.

Two

It had been weeks since the last time Rolan had seen or heard from Sybil, he and his siblings tried to make their way through the Shadow Cursed Lands but things went terribly wrong. Which is why Rolan now finds himself sitting at the bar in the Last Light Inn, drowning his sorrows in liquor. The wizard was so lost in his own misery, he failed to realize that a certain tiefling cleric had once again managed to find him.

“There’s another bottle of Arabellan Dry over there, put it on the bar, then piss off and leave me alone.” The wizard snaps at the two children manning the bar.

“Jahiera said that we should serve drinks but that we shouldn’t serve drunks.” Ide tells the wizard, her eyes catching on the purple haired tiefling who had finally made it over to where Rolan was.

“Jahiera didn’t save your ragged little tail from the cultists, I did.” Rolan quips, his words slurred. He was too far gone to notice the presence that had appeared behind him.

“Do you want to talk about your sorrows instead of drowning them?” Sybil asks gently, resting her hand on the wizard’s shoulder.

“I’d rather drown than talk to a sanctimonious prick like you,” Rolan snaps at her before harshly shrugging her hand off his shoulder. Sybil flinches at his tone, completely taken aback.

“If you’re here to save the day again you’re a little late this time.” The brown haired tiefling retorts, refusing to look at Sybil.

“What’s wrong Rolan? Is there any way I can help?” Sybil asks carefully, trying her hardest not to upset the man further.

“Oh sod off,” Rolan snarls, finally turning to face the taller woman “I’m only here because you helped me and my family. I was ready to cut and run back at the grove but you had other ideas.”

The pure venom in his voice shocks Sybil, she had never heard him sound so angry before, not even back at the grove.

“Cal and Lia were taken in by your crap,” Rolan snaps at the cleric once more, “You convinced them to play hero, and now they're gone.”

Sybil gasps, her eyes watering at the thought of the twins being taken by the cult. The purple haired cleric clears her throat before responding to the angry wizard with, “Then it’s my responsibility to bring them back.”

This didn’t seem to be the correct response however all it did was make Rolan even angrier, he rounds on the taller woman before yelling, “They’re my responsibility, you go save the world, or your own arse, or whatever it is you do,” He glares at the taller woman, “I’ll fix this.”

Rolan turns back to the bar refusing to look at her any longer, he briefly thinks to himself through his drunken haze that he’s definitely messed it up with her this time but he can’t find it in himself to care, too focused on the pain of losing his siblings.

Three

The darkness of the Shadow Cursed Lands is more intense than Rolan remembered, the light from the torch he carries barely cutting through it. He doesn’t let that deter him though, too focused on trying to get to Moonrise so he can rescue Lia and Cal. Faintly Rolan hears whooshing behind him, he ignores it and continues on his way. He makes it all of ten steps before he’s being surrounded by shadow fiends. Rolan desperately tries to fend them off but with only one hand being available to use it wasn’t much help. Just as he was beginning to accept his fate and let the fiends take him he hears shouting in the distance.

“BY THE GODS ROLAN IS THAT YOU???” Sybil shouts running as fast as her legs can go, her companions following closely behind the purple haired tiefling.

Right as the cleric makes it to where Rolan stands a fight breaks out, Sybil and her companions fight valiantly against the fiends. The sight of it makes a bitter feeling settle in the wizard’s stomach. Before long the fight was won, the finishing blow being landed by Astarion’s arrow soaring straight into the final fiend. Sybil turns frantically towards Rolan already reaching in her pack for a healing potion to give to him, the sight of it only worsens the feeling in the pit of Rolan’s stomach.

“Gods damn it all, I can do nothing right- not a damn thing.” The man shouts, shocking everyone around him.

“Rolan, please tell me you weren’t looking for Moonrise.” Sybil says, blood and dirt staining her face. Her eyes wide as she looks at the broken man before her.

“So what if I was, Cal and Lia could be there,” the wizard snaps, “Instead I found myself cornered by shadow fiends and in need of rescue. From you of all bloody people.”

Sybil steps back a bit, the healing potion still clutched firmly in her hand.

“Rolan, Cal and Lia have already been rescued from Moonrise along with the other tieflings, they’re back at the Last Light waiting for you,” The purple haired cleric tells the man gently. “You were trying to help your family, you’re too hard on yourself.” Sybil holds out the hand that's holding the healing potion to the red tiefling.

“Or not hard enough, I’ve failed Cal and Lia again I should’ve been the one to rescue them not you.” Rolan growls, snatching the potion from Sybil’s hand and downs it. “Right then back to the Last Light, where I can tell my siblings how I’ve once again failed them.”

Rolan doesn’t wait for anyone to answer before turning around and marching in the direction that they came from. On his way back Rolan thinks to himself that Sybil was only trying to help and that he shouldn’t have snapped at her. He once again has mucked things up with someone who was only trying to help.

Four

When they all make it back to the inn Rolan immediately hears his siblings calling for him and rushes over to them.

“Did you enjoy relaxing here while I battled that wretched darkness?” Rolan questions his siblings furiously, “What were you thinking?”

“I’m sorry, we got captured by murderous lunatics!” Lia snaps back.

“I thought you were dead you ass. Both of you!” Rolan retorts.

“We’re all safe Rolan, that's what matters.” Cal replies, trying to ease the tension in the room.

Sybil makes her way over to the siblings relieved that they made it back safe, “Rolan was in a bad state without the two of you.” Sybil tells the twins gently.

"I was just - overwhelmed, it doesn't matter.” Rolan sighs trying his hardest to not concern his siblings about his well being.

Lia and Cal finally fully take in Rolan’s appearance, his normally well done hair loose and almost completely undone, the bottom of his robes caked in mud, the tremble in his voice as he speaks to them.

“I’m sorry, we should’ve been here.” Lia says, feeling horrible for her brother.

“No - no it's not your fault, I shouldn’t have shouted - I’m sorry.” Rolan replies softly.

Cal turns to Sybil, who had been standing off to the side to give the siblings a moment to themselves.

“Thank you for rescuing me, and the two idiots.” Cal tells the cleric.

Sybil awws and pulls both Cal and Lia in for a hug, the cleric has grown quite fond of the twins over the time she has spent around them. After a brief moment she lets the two go and makes her way over to Rolan who is shifting on his feet clearly feeling awkward.

“Anything to add Rolan?” Sybil asks the wizard who is currently refusing to meet her eyes.

“I’ve lashed out at you, drunkenly and otherwise and you helped anyway,” Rolan sighs, “You didn’t deserve that, I’m sorry and thank you.”

Rolan finally looks up at the cleric and sees that her eyes have gone misty, his eyes widen in alarm but before he can say anything he too is pulled into a hug by the tiefling woman. The second he feels the warmth of her body against his own Rolan sighs wrapping his own arms around the taller woman. After a few moments Sybil releases the wizard, a small smile on her face.

“I’ve grown rather fond of you three and I always help the people I care about.” Sybil utters, her voice so soft Rolan could barely hear her.

The wizard feels heat rush to his face, his heart practically beating out of its chest. All the poor man can say in response is mutter a small “Thanks.” causing the cleric to giggle. They stand there with each other for another moment before Sybil and her companions once again bid them farewell. That night as he tried to get some sleep all that Rolan could think of was Sybil, the way she helped him and his siblings without question, the way she brushes off praise for her heroic acts with a purple tinge to her cheeks, the way her eyes crinkle when she smiles, the way her voice sounds as she says his name. Staring up at the ceiling all the wizard can bring himself to say is “Shit.”

Five

Life as the apprentice of Lorroakan was not at all what Rolan thought it would be when he arrived in the city over a month ago. If anything it was far worse than anything he could’ve thought of. Not only was Lorroakan a massive prick who used the tiefling as his personal punching bag, but Rolan’s days have also become incredibly dull. He hadn’t heard from Sybil since the last night he saw her at the inn, not that he was expecting to hear from her at all but there was a small part of him who had hoped that one day he’d wake up to find that a letter from her mysteriously appeared on his nightstand.

Standing behind the front desk at Sorcerous Sundries the wizard sifted through papers, waiting for a customer to approach. Rolan was growing tired of constantly explaining to people that no he couldn’t in fact tell them what The Nightsong is because he himself didn’t know. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice the very cleric who had constantly been on his mind approach him.

“Hells Rolan what happened to you?” Sybil asked, concern heavily lacing her voice.

The wizard jumps at hearing the very voice he’d been dreaming of for a month. He looks up to see Sybil standing in all of her beautiful glory, she seems to have collected some scars over the time they were apart, he takes notice of a particularly nasty one gracing her forearm.

“Nothing for you to worry about.” Rolan replies silently pleading for her to drop it. He didn’t want to explain that the wizard he had so arrogantly bragged to her about’s favorite way to pass time is to beat him.He should’ve known better however because by the looks of it Sybil didn't believe him, however before she could even try to question him further he changed the subject.

“But nevermind that, what can I do for you?” The wizard asks, trying to keep this interaction as professional as possible.

Sybil frowns, sensing that she won’t get anything out of him about the bruises covering his face, “Do many people ask about The Nightsong?” the cleric asks, seemingly moving onto what she actually came here for.

“It’s all I deal with these days, people claiming their trinkets are the real nightsong, looking for the mountain of gold Lorroakan promised.” Rolan sighs, “There's even a pamphlet, take one they’re on the desk.”

A small smile flickers to Sybil’s face, finally getting a glimpse of the Rolan that she knows. “I have information on The Nightsong.” The purple haired cleric tells him.

“Be very sure before you go to visit Lorroakan, he's got a beastly temper but if you really do know something he’ll want to see you. Head upstairs you can find a way to his tower up there.” The wizard replies, locking his eyes with Sybil’s.

The cleric nods in response before stepping forward, “Thanks Rolan it was wonderful to see you, I did miss you you know.” She whispers as if she didn’t want her companions to hear her. Before Rolan could respond Sybil pulled back and motioned for her group to follow her. Rolan only managed to catch one more glimpse of her as she walked up the stairs. For the rest of the shift all he could think about was what Sybil told him, he refused to believe she meant it in any way other than as friends. He had simply messed things up one too many times for her to ever think about him that way. Or so he thought

Plus one

Rolan’s entire body ached, the adrenaline that coursed his body through battle finally wearing off. Lorroakan had been defeated thanks to Sybil and the actual Nightsong or as she called herself Dame Aylin. Once he found out that the Nightsong was in fact a person and not an artifact Rolan felt not only disgusted but betrayed, he never would’ve worked for Lorroakan if he knew. A million thoughts flew through the red tielfing’s mind, he was so distracted that he once again didn’t notice Sybil approach him. He flinches as he feels hands rest on his shoulders.

“I just wanted to check up on how you’re doing, you know now that Lorroakan is gone.” Sybil says, she rubs her thumbs back and forth across the shorter man’s shoulders.

“Honestly I feel fine, all things considered.” Rolan replies looking up at the purple haired cleric who is crouched in front of him.

“That’s great to hear, I’m sure being the new master of the tower is going to take some getting used to. I’m here if you need anything.” The blue tiefling tells him gently, her thumbs still rubbing his shoulders.

For some reason this seems to be Rolan’s final straw, he stands up forcing Sybil’s hands to leave his shoulders. “I just don’t get you, why are you still so kind to me even though I have been nothing but an arse to you since the day we met?” Rolan asks her, his voice heavy.

This caused Sybil to laugh, a fully body genuine laugh making Rolan’s face scrunch up in confusion.

“Hells Rolan I really thought I was being obvious this whole time, I’m in love with you have been since the day I saved you in the Shadow Cursed Lands.” Sybil says between giggles.

Whatever he was expecting her to say it sure as hell wasn’t that, “Are you quite well? I don’t think you’re aware of what you just said.” Rolan tries to reason with the cleric.

“Oh for the love of the gods yes Rolan I am aware of what I said and I meant every word, now if it’s okay with you I’d like to kiss you now.” Sybil groans with a large grin plastering her face.

“Well go on then.” Rolan replies, still in shock.

Before he could think of anything else he felt soft lips enveloping his own. It shocked him just how soft Sybil’s lips are even after months of adventuring. Rolan sighs as he relaxes into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Sybil’s waist and pulling her closer. Kissing Sybil felt like coming home, a warm tingly feeling flooded the wizard’s entire body. The pair kiss for a few more moments before they are interrupted by several wolf whistles coming from behind them causing the pair to break apart. Sybil groans as she sees the shit eating grins on every single one of her companion’s faces.

“I’m so sorry about them Rolan, excuse me while I knock some sense into them.” Sybil whispers before giving him one more peck on the lips.

Rolan stands there for a moment watching the taller tiefling make her way over to Astarion and pick him up by the back of his armor causing him to yelp. The wizard laughs as he watches the woman that he loves joke around with her companions. The woman he thought not even 24 hours ago that he had zero chances with. For the first time in over a month his heart was completely full.

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blessedwithabadomen · 10 months ago

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in love with the mess - day six

summary : Aubrey is going on tour and, for once, she's decided to focus on having as much fun as possible. Oli can be a little shit but he does nothing short of adore Audrey and... well, maybe Noah a little, too. Noah likes the flirting, as long as no one gets too close, emotionally. But what will happen when the three of them take it too far?

content : angst, fluff

length : 4k

tags (let me know if you want to be tagged!) : @veronicaphoenix @cookiesupplier @lma1986 @jilliemiw86 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @narcissisticbehavior81 @flowery-mess @shilohrosechicken @justeli6 @starvingarsyn @floatinglikeaswan @somebodyels3 @kageyasma

a/n : hope you're prepared for a bit of angst, I hope I managed to do it justice because it's definitely the genre I'm least used to, but here we go! enjoy and leave a reblog or a comment and I'll love you forever 🥰💗

•••

day six

I barely slept. One reason was the lingering alcohol in my veins making me so dizzy that closing my eyes seemed like a punishment. The other was the fact that my brain was desperately trying to make sense of everything that had transpired that night. I knew, I was fully aware, that this had been what I’d been wanting in a way. But fantisising about these things and actually going through with them were two entirely different things.

I had kissed Noah. I had kissed Oli. They had kissed each other.

It sounded perfect on paper or in a romance novel that was guaranteed a happy ending, but the more the morning light emerged and hit me through the curtains I’d never closed, the more the reality of it weighed on me. Last night, we had crossed some lines that we’d only been eyeing before. Kissing Oli had felt more intimate than all the stuff we’d gotten up to before. As far as I knew, last night also marked the first time Oli and Noah had gotten that close.

How were we going to behave around each other now? We could go and blame it on the alcohol, but I didn’t think that anyone in this constellation could honestly say that it wouldn’t have happened anyway, at some point in time. The temptation had been lingering between us for days. Maybe longer in some cases.

I turned off the alarm on my phone as it blared through the silent room. It hurt my head. A noisy reminder that life had to go on. That I would have to face both of them, without any idea of how they would react. If they regretted it. If they would pull back now. If everything would change for the worse. Or the worst.

My tired body dragged itself through the motions. Shower. Getting dressed. Packing my stuff. No flattering outfit today, just a pair of sweatpants and a comfortable hoodie.

I didn’t meet anyone in the hallway or the lift or the lobby. A few people were already around in the car park, loading in everyone’s stuff, mingling about, smoking another cigarette. I pulled the hood up into my face. I’d avoided the mirror pretty successfully this morning, but I just knew I looked rough. Some people knew I’d been out with Lia last night and they would no doubt love to get some mocking remarks in about my perceived hangover. I didn’t have the nerves for it.

A glimpse of Noah.

My feet immediately stopped dead in their tracks. It shouldn’t have been so surprising, really. Of course, he would be around sooner or later.

He looked just as beat up as I felt. I wished I knew if it was because of the late night or if he’d stayed up wondering too. He looked at me for a second, face paler than I remembered, dark circles appearing under his eyes, and gave me a wave. No smile, no urge to move toward me, no words, just his hand in the air without much conviction.

I waved back, unsure of how to proceed, but someone patted Noah on the back to get his attention. Free from the burning stare, I got onto the bus. I was armed with a few personal things, when I climbed the stairs and made a beeline for my bunk. There was no noise around me. Either everyone was still getting ready or people were being extremely quiet.

The curtain on Oli’s bunk was drawn shut. I tried hard to remember if he’d left it like that the day before or if it was an indication that he was here already, but I came up short. It didn’t matter, in the end. I slipped into my own bunk and closed the curtain.

Unless Oli decided to go the route of “pretending nothing at all happened”, he probably wouldn’t talk to me anyway. I’d known him long enough. He was the type to battle things on his own for as long as the world allowed him to, before he would talk to anyone or ask for help. I felt like the three of us had that in common. It wasn’t the greatest mix of people when it came to bumps in the road.

I pushed the thoughts away, just like I ignored the slight lump in my throat that I refused to let grow. Picking up my phone from where it had burrowed in my bunk, I took the plunge to check my regular mails again, something I’d been avoiding since getting on this tour. It held the usual disappointments.

A rejection from a job I’d applied for that would have started right after tour.

A mail from my father which got deleted unseen.

Another rejection.

Spam.

An old employer saying they didn’t have any capacities for me any time soon.

More spam.

A mail from my roommate.

The last one took me by surprise, but the content cleared it up immediately. “Got a new phone, lost your number but found your e-mail address on some junk paper in the kitchen. Call me when you can.” With a groan, I put my phone away again. I didn’t know what this was about, but it couldn’t be good. We both weren’t terribly keen on each other, but it was the only place in London I could find that only had one other person living there instead of four, so it seemed like a good deal. I made a mental note to call her later, without much motivation.

Turning on my side, I snuggled into the relatively comfortable bunk. Exhaustion draped itself over me like a heavy blanket. I fell asleep, the hours awake finally catching up with me, and was granted a dreamless few hours.

•••

When I woke up, the curtain to my bunk was disturbed, not closed all the way anymore and I wondered if I’d moved it in my sleep or if someone had come to check up on me. If it was the latter, it was probably someone trying to figure out if I was actually on the bus or if they’d left me in Manchester by mistake. I thought that wouldn’t be all too bad. However, we had arrived in Glasgow, apparently, and there was work to do. With a heavy sigh, I heaved myself out of my quarters. Time to check in to the hotel, check on Oli, get to the venue, soundcheck, the usual.

I found Oli in the hotel lobby, getting his room key. I quickly waved down another receptionist to get my own, only half-heartedly listening to their introduction to the hotel and then legged it after him, only just managing to make it into the lift before the doors closed. I wasn’t going to take silent treatment for an answer. I’d accepted that kind of behaviour more often than I’d like to admit in my life, I wasn’t going to go down that road with Oli.

The doors closed behind me, leaving the two of us in silence. I mustered him, trying to figure out where we were at, where his mind was, how to approach whatever had shifted between us. He didn’t look overly stressed. Or like he hadn’t slept. But I knew he also had a talent to hide it well. My brain was fumbling over what words to choose when he finally looked at me.

Then, without warning or giving me time to prepare, Oli was on me, kissing me hard and fast, and I couldn’t do anything but wrap my arms around him and reciprocate. I helplessly moaned into his mouth, completely at his mercy, and then the lift dinged and both of us flew apart just as the doors opened to our floor.

I stepped out of the lift ahead of him, momentarily confused as to where to go, the sudden kiss having erased all memories of my room number, but Oli passed me by easily, walking into whatever direction I figured was probably the correct one for me too.

“Oli!” I called after him, but he didn’t stop until he was at the door. I watched as he unlocked it and shoved his suitcase in so it would stay open. “Aren’t we going to talk?”

“What about?” I could practically see the shield he had put up. It was a sight that hadn’t greeted me in years, taking me aback and confusing me. Him being distant, hiding away, not letting me in, not letting me see the real him felt like a punishment. But it was exactly what he was doing, hanging about in the middle of the doorframe, an arrogant look on his face that I knew was nothing but a mask. I hated this side of him as much as it worried me.

“Last night? Starting with the fact that we kissed?”

He cocked his eyebrow at me with a smirk, but it wasn’t honest and it wasn’t reassuring. It was annoying. “Yeah, and? We just did again. Ain’t that what we’d been working towards? Having a little snog? Well, there you go.”

I swallowed my anger at the way he was presenting things, twisting what was happening, downplaying it. It took a deep breath to convince me to stay calm. He was doing this to keep himself from being vulnerable, not to be an arsehole, I tried to remind myself. Unfortuantely, it didn’t help that he sounded and looked every bit like a cunt in that moment.

“What about Noah then? Also just a game to you?”

There was a flicker of something on his face, something that was threatening to break through his facade, but he quickly regained his composure.

“What if it is?”

I didn’t have an answer to that, stunned by the audacity. Both of us knew that he was lying, but he was clinging to his version of things so adamantly it made me want to punch his face. I couldn’t tell where I found the strength to keep myself from doing it. Probably the idea of what this whole mess could do to Noah.

I needed to talk to Noah.

“Right, that it?” Oli asked, apparently bored out of his mind. “If you want a quick fuck, you’re welcome to come in. If not, I’ll see you at soundcheck.”

The door fell into the lock before I could respond. Fucking prick. I thought he had learned, in the past years, I really did, but this just proved that he was a stubborn as ever. With a noise of frustration, I harshly stamped my foot into the carpet underneath, just to rid myself of some of the tension. It didn’t work.

•••

Neither Oli nor Noah were anywhere to be found when I got to the venue. My messages to both of them had somehow gone unread, which frustrated me even more. One of them was supposed to be my boss which made my work impossible. The other didn’t seem like the type to not check his phone which was equal parts weird. It wasn’t until someone tipped me off that at least Noah had been seen getting back to his dressing room that I finally had some success.

Well. Technically, I had twice the success because Oli was leaving the room right as I reached it. I was about to ask him what was going on, why wasn’t he answering my mails, did he really have no need for me today, but he simply nodded in recognition and sauntered past me. One problem after the other, I told myself, knocking and letting myself into Noah’s dressing room.

Noah was sitting on the sofa, cross-legged, looking up at me with wide eyes. I let myself fall onto the cushions next to him, utterly exhausted by the day and it wasn’t even showtime. Without a word, Noah put his arm around me, allowing me to rest my head on his shoulder. The comfort spread through me like a hot cup of tea.

“Are you okay?” I asked simply because I was afraid he would ask me first. “What did Oli want?”

“Just checking if we were okay, I guess,” Noah sighed. I internally scoffed at the fact that he had bothered with Noah but not with me, but I pushed the thought away. “Wanting to make sure I still wanted to Antivist tonight.” He paused for a moment. “Do you know when someone is talking and talking but they’re not actually saying anything? Oli is an expert at that, isn’t he. I have no idea what he thinks about last night. I can’t even pinpoint if I asked.”

“Oli can be all smoke and mirrors and leave you more confused than before you talked to him,” I agreed. “How do you feel about last night?”

I didn’t lift my head. I gave both of us the chance to speak as freely as possible without having to look at each other. The same way the darkness gave you the freedom to reveal your secrets at night when you’re a kid, before you came to regret your honesty the next morning.

Noah’s answer began with a big sigh. “I liked kissing him,” he admitted. “I liked kissing you, too. I liked watching him kiss you. But I’m not…” I allowed him as much time as he needed to find his words. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea for me to get involved… with anyone. I can’t give anyone what they need. I’m away and I don’t talk about my feelings and I’m a terrible partner and-”

I couldn’t help myself as I interrupted his speech, sitting upright and taking his face in my hands to force him to look at me. Even self-doubt looked handsome on him.

“You’re talking about your feelings right now, Noah, and you’re doing just fine.”

His head dropped low, now finding my shoulder as I awkwardly hugged him. The scent of his hair was in my nose and I had to actively stop myself from inhaling loudly. He smelled like comfort, I decided. Noah looked back up as I raked my fingers through his hair.

“What do you want to do now?” I asked, carefully.

“I just know I don’t want to stop kissing you.”

It was all I needed, right then and there. I kissed him with all the intensity, all the desperation, all the need inside of me, all the frustration about Oli, all the feelings I had for him but couldn’t or wouldn’t yet name. His mouth was starting to feel familiar against mine, familiar but never boring in the way it moved, the way he tasted. He held me close, pressing our chests together, my breasts heavy between us, his hands all over me in sweet gestures that still had me burning for more.

Both of us were breathless when we separated, but I couldn’t help peppering a few more kisses to his lips, short and soft but saying it all, until it came to a natural end. The smile on his face, directed solely at me, his brown eyes, so enticing, smiling along, was more than enough.

I didn’t want to stop kissing him either.

•••

Oli kept himself much less approachable. He finally read my message but left me without a reply. I managed to run into him several times before his band’s set, but he more or less sent me away every time, claiming not to need anything at all. Just relax and sit down somewhere, he had told me with a dismissive wave of his hand. He was stubborn, but so was I. The last hour before his stage time, I simply followed him around the arena like a lost puppy, just in case he found a use for me. He didn’t. But I felt stupidly pleased that I didn’t let him get away with whatever game he was trying to play.

Still, I was annoyed and felt the rage simmering inside of me. Oli managed to put on a good show, but I felt like his mind wasn’t quite in the right place. Mine wasn’t either. I quickly spoke to Bring Me’s tour manager when I caught him at the side of the stage, purely to let someone know, before going the long way round and finding myself on the arena floor among the fans. I had been a fan myself, long before I’d been working on tours, and that hadn’t changed, no matter how many I went on. I knew that being in a crowd, surrounding by people, screaming the lyrics and moving to the music, would help me clear my head like nothing else could. Besides, it felt about time I got to witness their show from the perspective of the audience, the very people everything from the setlist to the production to the sound design had been specifically made for.

I squeezed myself into the middle of the crowd, made easier by the amount of movement around me, and took a deep breath that was unfortunately filled with the sweat of people who never learned to use deodorant. It made me move a little further, just until the air was slightly more breathable. And then it felt like home.

I wasn’t Aubrey, personal assistant to Oli anymore and he wasn’t Oli, decade-long friend that turned into the most stubborn person on the planet when faced with his vulnerability anymore. I was nothing more than a fan enjoying the music of one of her favourite bands and getting positively lost in the experience. So I went crazy for Diamonds Aren’t Forever and Parasite Eve, kept my eyes on the screens for Antivist just to catch a glimpse of Noah, getting closer to the front of the stage through a number of moshpits, fought hard not to get emotional for Drown.

The fact that Can You Feel My Heart followed didn’t help. The words travelled through my body, taking hold of me, and I was sure I’d never quite felt them the way I did right then and there. And then…

And then Oli didn’t do the speech. His cheesy ass speech he did in the middle of the song, that he constantly joked about backstage but that I knew was so important to him. And he didn’t do it. Could he not bring himself to say the words? Was he too scared to be vulnerable tonight? Could he not bear the thought of baring his soul like that? Had I made it worse?

I hate to get close, and I hate being alone, I long for that feeling to not feel at all…

The world seemed to close in on me. Oli was being a dickhead, yes, but had I pushed him too far? Had I played his stupid game without taking into account that I knew how much he struggled with allowing that type of intimacy? I had been so preoccupied with my own need for him that I didn’t stop to think if I should check up on him instead of teasing him further and further, allowing him to escalate our friendship into something that could be beyond repair. My head was spinning so hard it made me feel dizzy.

I didn’t notice the moshpit opening up around me until someone crashed into my body, sending me flying to the floor. Someone’s hands were on me, possibly multiple, getting me back on my feet, checking on me. I felt something wet on my face but didn’t think to check, people were shouting at each other over the music, coming to an agreement that someone should get up and crowdsurf to the front where they would get help quicker. Me. They were talking about me. Something dripped onto my eyelid and I wiped it away in annoyance as I got lifted up. Blood? The crowd carried me easily. The song was almost over when a security guard caught me and I briefly looked up to see Oli staring down at me, worried. I wasn’t sure why.

Next thing I knew, I was backstage again, a medic shining a light in my eyes which was awfully annoying, Oli and Noah crouching next to me, being asked questions that were easily answered.

“She’s okay, she probably got a slight concussion, but that will be fine by tomorrow. The cut on her eyebrow is minimal and doesn’t need stitches, it just looks bad because it bled, but that’s stopped which means it’s not too deep. Just make sure it’s kept clean and it should heal just fine.”

“You okay?” Oli asked, carefully grazing his fingertips over my cheek. Awfully soft, really. “I need to get back on stage, but Noah will take you to the dressing room and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“I’m fine,” I hissed, still high on adrenaline but slowly catching up with what was happening around me. “You don’t need to suddenly care again just because I got injured.”

I could see that my words had hurt him but I didn’t care. Even if my heart pounded heavily. I allowed Noah to help me up and lead me to Oli’s dressing room where he sat me down on the sofa and inspected my wound.

“Do I look sexy all bloody?”

The laugh erupted from his throat out of nowhere. “The medic cleaned you up, but sure, very sexy.”

Silence settled over us as I leaned against his side. The exhaustion of the whole day was washing over me and I was suddenly glad for a little peace and quiet. Neither of us spoke again, simply enjoying the physical contact, until it got louder again from outside the door and we knew the concert had ended.

“Done with your ego trip, then?” I asked as Oli entered the room. He had the decency to look ashamed which I thought was a step forward.

“Never,” he mumbled, but there was no malice in his voice. I raised my eyebrow at him, which shot a dose of pain through my head. My wince softened him immediately. Idiot. “I’m sorry you got hurt. That shouldn’t have happened.”

I genuinely couldn’t tell if he was talking about my mosh pit incident or…

“I guess some people just need to be a little more careful with those around them. Just because they didn’t mean to doesn’t mean other people don’t end up with a headache.”

“You know, some people try very hard, but they’re also very slow learners.”

“I feel like there’s a metaphor here that’s flying right over my head,” Noah interrupted and I couldn’t help but laugh, pressing a short kiss to his temple. Poor Noah, having no idea what he was getting dragged into with Oli and me, but taking it in his stride that neither of us was willing to let him go unless he genuinely asked for it.

I reached my hand out to Oli, deciding to be the bigger person despite knowing that it wasn’t on me to make that first step, but I was impatient and Oli would take forever to be brave enough to come crawling back. “I’m not saying this is over or that we don’t have things to talk about, but as long as you stop pretending to be this cruel and heartless version of you, you’re allowed back into the cuddle pile.”

Oli didn’t take my hand immediately, but looked at Noah, as if checking in with him if he was of the same opinion. I decided to give him credit for it. Noah nodded and in an instant, Oli had draped himself over both our laps, hot to the touch and rather sweaty. The tension between the three of us hadn’t vanished, but it had lessened. Questions remained unanswered and discussions were still to be had but maybe Oli wasn’t the only one reluctant to dive into the deep end.

He mouthed sorry, Aubrey at me and I hated the way my heart melted and my resolve slipped. Then Noah softly stroked his hair and I was sure that some other hearts in this room were melting just the same. I couldn’t help it. I was in love with the mess we were creating.

#Noah Sebastian fic #Noah Sebastian #Oli Sykes fic #Oli Sykes #Noah Sebastian x reader #Oli Sykes x reader #in love with the mess

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finelinevogue · 2 years ago

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tough love training

summary - you attend defence training with the most attractive shadowsinger

word count: 2k

a/n: fic is basically what it says on the tin.. i made up a character so you could get mad at someone without them being an existing sjm character!! bit of angst and near death experience in this fic..

It was another day in of training up in Windhaven.

Everyday you still wonder why you had chosen to train here and not at the local self-defence classes down in Velaris, because you weren't exactly the fittest, no thanks to your asthma, and you weren't exactly the bravest.

You had chosen to train with the fiercest instructors to have existed in the Night Court, in order to prove your worth to yourself.

Your whole life your parents hadn't been that loving and would never really acknowledge your presence. But that is how parents treated their offspring in the Court of Nightmares. They would run little experiments on you and treat you as a specimen rather than a daughter. You got used to it over the years but never got over it. Joining this training was an effort to prove to your parents that you were more than a science experiment.

That and you had found yourself incredibly attracted to Azriel, the Shadowsinger.

Azriel had been one of the founders of this training camp, specifically made for women who wanted to gain confidence and self defence skills. His sister-in-law, Nesta, was the one whom had initially come up with the idea and his brother, Rhysand, had funded the activities.

Azriel and Cassian joined as instructors without hesitation, knowing how sparse training for women was across the courts.

You and around 10 other females stood in a semi circle in front of Nesta, Cassian and Azriel, awaiting instructions for the morning session.

"Okay, listen up! Today we are going to do one on one combat. You lose, you're benched for the rest of the season." Nesta explained.

“Winner gets to skip the 10km run tomorrow.” Cassian added the prize, earning a round of cheers and excited nods.

"Choose partners and then let's go." Azriel finished off the talk and then you were off to find your close friend, Gwyn.

On your way over to your ginger-haired friend, someone aggressively nudged you. You didn’t need to turn around to guess who it was, but when you did you weren’t shocked to see Lia standing there unkindly smiling.

Lia had had an issue with you ever since she figured out your crush on Azriel. She, too, had a mad crush on him but to the creepy point of bringing him gifts all the time and holding onto his biceps without permission. Maybe Azriel liked her back, who knows?

"Can I help you? " You questioned Lia, looking around to see if anyone has noticed.

"Let’s be partners." You looked around to see if anyone else wasn't partnered up, but unfortunately Gwyn had partnered up with someone else having thought you were going with Li today. You sighed. "It also looks like you don't have a choice."

"Fine. But push me like that again..." You were cut off.

"Lia? A word?" It was Azriel. "Make your way over to the training mat Y/N. Lia will be over in a minute."

You couldn't get any words out so you just nodded your head, making your way over to your area. Looking back at Lia and Azriel you expected them to be flirting, but instead found Azriel angrily pointing a finger at Lia. You had no idea what it was about but Lia looked quite sheepish after Azriel was finished talking.

Lia walked over to you with her head held lower than its usual prideful self. "Listen Y/N. I think I'm gonna work with Cassian today. Azriel said he wants to intensify my training."

Lia didn't look you in the eyes, but you were glad she would be gone. You nodded and walked over to a bench in your training area, taking a quick drink before walking over to the punch bags. If you couldn't do one on one combat then you would just have to tirelessly punch a bag instead.

You heard footsteps behind you and thinking it was Lia back for a second bite, you sighed and asked. "Can I help you?"

"I should be the one asking you that." Azriel chuckled with that charming smile, making you turn around with a blush on your cheeks for your tone of voice.

“Azriel… I…”

"Also that’s an extra 1km tomorrow for being cocky with me." You rolled your eyes and turned back around. "Don't make it 5." He said firmly.

You turned around smiling and went back to punching the bag. You didn't have much upper body strength, or any for that matter, so it made punching the bag a lot harder and painful than anticipated. However, that was the whole reason you were here - to build muscle and improve your self defence.

You heard Azriel sigh behind you. "You're weak today."

"Yeah I've heard that my whole life, yet it's still not done anything to solve the issue." You stopped punching the bag and turned around to face Azriel, crossing your arms in the process with annoyance.

"Well that's only because they haven't helped you find your strengths." Azriel smiled.

"What, and you're willing to?"

"Yes, actually."

"Listen Azriel. I’ve been bossed around my whole life and I don’t need someone new mansplaining my whole life away. If I end up nearly dead on a battlefield then I might need a few pointers. but for now I'm going to fight on my own."

You turned back around to start punching again, but Azriel caught your wrists before you could swing at the punchbag. Not only did his touch deliciously burn your skin, but when he pulled you closer to him your whole body set aflame from how warm and comforting he felt. His warm eyes looked down upon you and you licked your lips to looked away before he could truly read you.

"Y/N. I don't think you heard me correctly when I said I will help you. Normally people don't turn down an opportunity for help." He gave you a questioning look.

"Well then I’ll be your first." You tried turning around but Azriel still had a firm, but gentle, grasp on your arm.

"Stop being stubborn." Azriel almost shouted at you. "Y/N I want you to progress with these sessions... I... I... need you to be that good that you won’t end up nearly dead on a battlefield." You'd never seen Azriel so choked up on his words.

As he was talking he started to let go of your hands so they fell back by your sides, his skin still burning beautifully in the after-feeling. You stared at him blankly. What did he mean? What did "need" mean to him? Was it possible he might like you too?

"Need?" You quietly ask.

You stared at him hoping to catch his eyes. Azriel just coughed quietly and brushed his hand over his mouth. He then quickly departed the scene and left you wondering what the Mother that was all about.

••••

It was later in the evening that you found yourself in the training area again.

You continuously punched the punchbag, your hands slightly bleeding from the blows. One punch for your mother. One punch for your father. One punch for your messed up childhood. One punch for being weak. One punch for the inevitability of becoming nobody. One punch for Azriel. The last punch was enough to set you off crying.

You rested your forehead on the punching bag and cried softly to yourself, your hands and body tired and weak.

"It’s pathetic how hard your try, only to fail.”

Your head whipped around to see Lia standing there, watching you like you were the most pathetic being alive.

"I haven’t failed." You stood up straight and wiped the tears from your eyes with your bloodied hands. You weren’t going to let Lia see you for what she believed you were; weak.”

"Don't lie to yourself, Y/N." She chuckled. "You have two options. Either you quit these sessions and make it easier for yourself. Or you one on one combat me, right now, and prove to me you're worth more than what I know you are."

“I’m worth more than you think.”

“Aww is that what Azriel’s been telling you?” She cooed. Your heart tweaked at the mention of Ariel’s name.

You heavily sighed, not going to let her taunt you anymore.

You were ready to walk a tightrope over a cavern or jump out of a tall building, but no. Just as you were feeling your weakest you would have to fight. "Ohh. Is that a sigh of defeat?"

"No. I accept your challenge." You looked her dead in the eyes whilst tightening the bandages around your wrists, wincing as you did so.

You both took your starting stances on the combat mat, trying to control your breathing for what may come next.

Lia made the first jab right into your throat which threw your balance off, and gave Lia the chance to kick your legs from underneath you. You plummeted to the ground with force and let out an oomph when you landed on your ribs. "Wow. I mean, that couldn't have been more pathetic."

Lia was expecting you to not stand back up. So you did.

"I'm not done yet." You said, wiping away the sweat on your forehead.

"Alright, but this time last longer than 2 seconds." Lia chuckled.

She ran towards you and you could tell she was aiming for your stomach, but your were quick enough move around her and kick her legs from underneath her. You smiled to yourself as she landed on the floor harshly.

You turned around and shook off your hands, feeling a little more confident now that it was a tie. As you were congratulating yourself you didn't see Lia run up behind you and grab and pull your neck. She started to squeeze and cut the air off from your lungs.

“What you gonna do now? Huh?" Lia chuckled.

You wanted to tap your hands against her arms, as you would do in training, to let her know that you quit because you couldn’t breathe, but she had your arms locked in place too.

Your felt your face flush red as her hold on your neck was too tight. Your eyes watered as you tried your best to move and wiggle your way out of this hold, but nothing was working.

“Gah…” You tried to speak, but only a mutter of sounds fell from your lips.

“What was that? You trying to say something? No one is going to hear your shouts even if you could speak. You’re fucking alone, Y/N. Remember?”

"Is she?” Was the final thing you heard someone say, before your body gave out on you and the world turned black.

••••

You could feel the wind softly blowing on you whilst the birds sang their morning songs.

That's when you realised that you were not in your normal bedroom, but rather someone else's bed. You sat up in alarm and threw your legs over the side of the bed. Too busy to take in your surroundings, you stood up for quickly only to get hit with a spell of dizziness. Luckily someone's strong arms caught you before you could fall forwards.

"Woah. You need to be careful Y/N. You took a hit yesterday." Azriel spoke down to you, his arms warm and strong around your body.

He guided you to sit on the edge of the bed, him following.

You tried to speak but your throat hurt too much. Before you could even signal to Azriel for some water, he was holding a glass for you with his hand that wasn’t still holding onto your waist for support. You drank the water with a small wince as it passed your throat.

“Thank you.” You whispered, not being able to bring yourself to look at him.

“How are you feeling?” He asked in return, taking the glass back off you. Your fingers started to play with each other, picking at your nails anxiously.

“O-okay.” You nodded.

“Lia has been banned from the training programme and Rhys has her on community service for the rest of her life.” Azriel explained. “I would’ve put in her prison, personally, but…”

“If anyone should’ve been banned from the programme it’s me.” You picked extra hard at your nails, only to have Ariel’s hands cover yours to stop you. You heartbeats picked up at the gentle touch.

“Why would you say that?” You turned to see Ariel’s eyebrows furrowed and eyes full of sorrow.

“Because Lia was right. I-I am pathetic and if I can’t defend myself in training, I don’t see the point in trying anymore.” You watched his eyes watch yours with intensity.

“You should know your words hurt me.” Azriel kept focus on you and it was hard to look away.

“How so?”

“Because the idea of you being cruel to yourself is just as painful as watching you slip out of consciousness yesterday. It’s the same pain.”

“But why? I don’t understand…”

Your lips were shortly cut off with Azriel’s on yours. You were taken aback by how soft the fearful Shadowsinger’s lips were against yours, but slowly melted into the kiss. Azriel was careful not to knock your bruised back, but he did not hold back from kissing your existence out of you.

He slowly pulled away with apprehension, whilst you licked your lips to continue revelling in his sweet taste.

“Do you understand now?” He asked.

“You only did that because I talk too much.” You smirked, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

"Shut up, you!" Azriel laughed with you, before kissing you once more. His lips felt so right against yours, even if the thought of this beautiful male was attracted to you seemed so wrong. You could and would kiss him for days if this happy and bright feeling in your chest remained.

"What does this mean to you?" You shyly asked, reluctantly pulling away from his lips to hear his answer.

"Everything.” He nodded with a smile. “Ever since day one I've felt this unexplainable pull towards you. Now, I understand why.“

You smiled lovingly as he carefully took the back of your head and brought you in for a hug. You rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes, knowing you were safe here and had more than one reason to continue training.

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viennacherries · 11 months ago

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Hiya!! I finished Kiss the Cook a little bit ago and loved it!!! Your writing has such good pacing to it, I really enjoyed reading it!

I also have a request, if you're interested: Rolan (or Gale tbh, works with any spellcaster) is in the middle of casting a spell but Tav/reader wants to tease him so they either 1, pin his hands together so he can't do somatic components, or 2, stick their fingers in his mouth to keep him from doing verbal components. This ofc leads to some nsfw shenanigans lmao

(My ao3 is Nightreader13)

Hope you're having an amazing day, and tysm for making such wonderful content, love ya 💜💜

tried to post it as a gift but it didn't let me! sorry about that.

this got away from me a bit but i hope you still like it! as requested: fingers in mouth to shut up a spellcaster. rolan/tav because i have brainworms.

thank you for the lovely message and prompt and for enjoying my writing! hope u love it <3

read on ao3 here

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Summary:

NSFW, Rolan/Tav

"His hands curl into somatic shapes by his sides, and you realise he's speaking the incantation for Ice Storm. You're both backed into a corner like fish in a barrel, if he lets the spell loose you know you're done for.

You don't think. You shove your fingers into his mouth."

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Rolan's temper lands you both in an alleyway, hiding from Flaming Fists, and you do what you have to in the name of shutting him up. In the end, neither of you stay very quiet.

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Rolan has a fierce temper, when it comes down to it.

It surprises you somewhat, after seeing how he let Lorroaken walk all over him. Sure, he'd backed you and Aylin up when it mattered, but it had taken weeks for all of the bruises from the previous 'master of the tower' to heal. Though, you suppose you saw hints of it at Last Light, when Cal and Lia were missing.

It has its uses, admittedly. When you were ambushed by Bhaal worshippers in Bloomridge Park, and an innocent woman was struck down by one of them, his subsequent attacks were absolutely devastating. You could've stood back and left him to it, and he would've more than managed.

The fact he looks rather pretty when he's angry is an additional bonus; all tense muscles and sharp breaths. You blame your physical reaction to watching him fight on the fact he's the first male tiefling you've been around for an extended period in years. Your stupid infernal hindbrain had been telling you to bed him since he first raised his voice in front of you at the Grove.

Unfortunately, his temper has its downsides too. Like right now, for instance.

The two of you split from the group to search for Mol, who still hasn't turned up after being snatched from the inn in the Shadow-Cursed lands. Pairs made the most sense; more discreet than the whole troupe travelling together while still ensuring everyone had back up. Astarion had smirked when suggested you and Rolan pair up, arguing it looked less suspicious if the tieflings travelled together.

"If anyone asks, you can pretend you're lovers," he'd chortled. "Oh! And if you need to hide you can stuff yourselves into an alley and-".

You had elected not to let him finish that sentence, dragging Rolan away from camp before he had a chance to protest.

It had actually been reasonably pleasant. Despite initial impressions, Rolan is rather delightful company. Sure, he's still a dick, and nearly every other sentence that comes out of his mouth is an insult, but that just makes things more interesting. You'd found you were actually enjoying spending time with him.

Well. You had been. Until now.

It was your fault. You were distracted. He'd laughed at something you said, and you were busy looking at him. You could see a peek of his canines as he threw his head back, and the movement had pronounced the sharp line of his jaw and the muscle in his neck. You'd been so struck with the sight, and the awful realisation that you were actually starting to become attracted to him, that you'd smacked straight into the chest of a Flaming Fist.

"Oi! Devilspawn! Watch your fucking step!"

The man's voice was laced with malice. It's been years since you've been to Baldur's Gate, and it seems in your absence the city has become remarkably less tolerable. You suppose it's something to do with Elturel's descent, but the casually thrown slur stung either way.

"Sorry," you'd averted your gaze in a display of faux meekness. Usually you'd have him out on his arse for talking to you that way, but the streets are crowded and full of Fists. It's not worth the hassle. "Won't happen again, Manip."

"You sure as shit better hope it doesn't, or I'll put you and your Hellspawn boyfriend in the ground where you belong." He sneered around every word, flitting his eyes between you and Rolan. "Fucking foulblooded freak."

You'd grit your teeth, and started to nod, but just as the mercenary was about to step away Rolan had piped up.

"What the fuck did you call her? Watch your fucking mouth, Nul'zereb."

And now you're here. Next to a seething Rolan, in front of a Flaming Fist Sergeant, being slowly surrounded by other Fists as they take note of the commotion.

You raise your hands up in front of you defensively, "easy, please, he didn't mean it. We've had a long journey and-"

Rolan scoffs, seemingly intent on digging his own grave. "Bullshit , I meant every fucking word. They call us Foulbloods but these imbeciles probably can't tell a shit from a stew."

You shoot him a glare, but he doesn't look at you. Clearly he plans on dealing with this the hard way. Idiot. You feel your core twist. He's going to get you killed, for sure, but the fact he's willing to fight a crowd of people because they insulted you is unfairly attractive. Stupid. Dangerous. But really fucking attractive.

"You cheeky demon bastard!" The Fist shouts at him, and yep, the hard way it is. "I'll fucking flay you!"

Rolan is shouting back now, and his tail whips around violently behind him in a display of his mounting rage. "I'd like to see you try, you spoon-eared piece of-"

Okay, yep, that's more than enough of that.

You grab his wrist and utter the incantation for Dimension Door as quickly as you can manage, teleporting the both of you out of reach of the group of mercenaries surrounding you. As soon as your feet hit solid ground again you break into a sprint, dragging Rolan with you as he makes an indignant noise behind you. You hear the group shout, and the thunder of footsteps on the pavement as they pursue you.

Luckily, clad in robes compared to their metal plating, you and Rolan are quicker. You drag him through a few side streets, and then at the last minute you duck into an alleyway. It's a tight squeeze, but it's better than nothing.

You hiss your admonishments through your teeth at him in an attempt to keep your volume down. "What the fuck were you thinking, Rolan? I thought wizards were meant to be smart! You almost got us fucking killed!"

His eyes widen in shock, and he hisses through his teeth back at you as he argues. "Are you joking? What was I doing? You're the one that fucking walked into him! Besides, did you hear what he fucking called you? I can't believe you just-"

"Shut up!" He's raising his voice with every word and you have no idea how close behind you they are. "Of course I heard, but the middle of the street isn't the ideal spot to pick a fight with a group of Flaming Fists! They would've fucking flattened us!"

He scoffs, "as if, I fucking had them."

"Oh sure , sorry, I forgot how great and mighty you are. You obviously could've taken on a crowd of twelve blokes with military training."

He grits his teeth, "I still will if they fucking find us, what sort of hiding place is this anyway? If they spot us we're fucking cornered."

"You didn't give me much choice, did you? It's better this than-"

You cut yourself off at the sound of footsteps in the street. Rolan opens his mouth to say something but you place a finger over his lips to shush him. His mouth clamps shut reluctantly.

You can feel your heart beating in your ears as the footsteps get closer. They're right within earshot now, the slightest noise will alert them to where you are. You hold your breath.

Six of the Flaming Fists round the corner, and suddenly you're peering at them from the alley perpendicular to the street they stand in, barely 10ft away. You're shrouded by darkness, but if one of them happens to look this way carefully you're sure you'll be spotted. You daren't move.

You hear muttering and turn to look at Rolan, and you realise he's preparing a spell. His hands curl into somatic shapes by his sides, and you realise he's speaking the incantation for Ice Storm. You're both backed into a corner like fish in a barrel, if he lets the spell loose you know you're done for.

You don't think. You shove your fingers into his mouth.

His head whips back around to look at you, eyes wide in shock and anger. It suddenly dawns on you that. Well. You've got your fingers in his mouth. Three of them.

Not the most elegant solution to a problem you've come up with, that's for sure. But hey, it works.

He tries to draw back to free himself, and you can tell from his eyes that he's absolutely seething, but you can't risk him speaking and alerting the guards. You press your fingers down on his tongue and push them further into his mouth. His head backs into the wall, leaving him nowhere to go, and he writhes around the digits in his mouth. You press a little deeper. He makes a quiet, strangled noise in the back of his throat, before he finally resigns himself to his fate.

You stare back out of the mouth of the alley. The mercenaries are still there, pacing through the side-streets searching for you, but they haven't spotted you yet. After a few moments, they're all out of view, and you hear their voices disappear into the distance.

As soon as you can't hear them anymore, you let out a sigh of relief.

It's at this point you remember rather suddenly that your fingers are, in fact, buried in Rolan's throat.

You turn back to look at him.

He still looks angry, absolutely. But his eyes are softer around the edges, a little glazed over, and his tail whips around wildly where it's pinned behind him. He's panting a little around the digits, and you realise there's a weight against your thigh that wasn't there before. You raise your eyebrows and smirk.

"Is that a quarterstaff in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"

He scowls, and makes a noise as if he's trying to speak, but you press down a little harder on his tongue and it turns into a whine.

This is an interesting development. Not an unwelcome one, but definitely unexpected.

You feel the smirk on your face widen, "you know," you say, as if you're pondering something, "you're much less annoying with your mouth occupied."

He scowls, but his breathing harshens. You grin.

"This is the problem with wizards," you know you're goading him, but you can't help yourself. Your hindbrain has kicked in, and he's right where it wants him. "They're all talk, aren't they? Take away your hands or mouth and what are you? You couldn't even cast a simple cantrip right now, could you?"

He makes a noise like a growl, and you can feel yourself rapidly approaching the point of no return, but you're finding it hard to care with his length pushed rock hard against your leg. You push your weight against it experimentally, and he whines around your fingers.

"Gods, you make some pretty noises. You look fucking delicious when you're angry, you know that? Defending my honour in front of all those people, spitting infernal curses at them. You wanna be the only one who talks to me like that, huh?"

His eyes are locked on yours, and he hesitates.

"Go on, now, tell me the truth."

There's another brief moment of pause before he shuts his eyes and nods.

"Good boy." He groans at that, and the noise sends heat rushing to your core. "Maybe you'll get a chance, but not til I'm done with you. Wanted to fuck you since I heard your petulant grousing in the Grove, I'm gonna fucking enjoy this."

He's writhing against you now, seeking pressure against his erection, but you pull back enough that he can only brush against you. The noise he lets out is pitiful.

"Shit, Rolan. You look lovely like this. Mouth wrapped around my fingers, all needy and desperate underneath me. Suck my fingers, show me how much you want this."

He responds instantly, hollowing his cheeks around you and stroking the length of your fingers with his tongue. You moan at the feeling. His mouth is hot and warm and his tongue is enthusiastic in its movements. Your noise seems to spur him on, and his eyes roll into the back of his head as he closes them, redoubling his efforts as he works your digits. You can feel slick pooling in your small-clothes.

You adjust your stance, rearranging your bodies so that his cock is rubbing against you between your thighs. The friction is delicious, but not enough between all the layers of clothing you're both wearing. Even so, he still moans as you grind into him.

Undoing the clasps of his robes is difficult with just your non-dominant hand, but eventually you free him from the confines of his robe and undergarments, gripping his cock in your fist. The noise he makes is completely lecherous, and it has you tightening your grip and twisting your wrist on the upstroke. He's not sucking your fingers anymore, just moaning around them, but it doesn't matter. He sounds fucking obscene and you're completely addicted as you wrench every lewd noise you can from him.

He's grabbing at your own robes now, trying to undo them, but he's struggling between the movement of your hand on his cock and the distraction of your fingers on his tongue. You pull your hand from his mouth, and the minute you do he groans and pulls you into a bruising kiss. It's feral and uncoordinated, both of your hindbrain's completely running the show now, overcome with the need to rut into one another. You release your grip on his cock to give him better access to your own robes.

He makes quick work of them, pushing them out of the way and pulling your small-clothes to the side to rub his cock against your slit. You both groan, and you lean backwards into the wall behind you as you hoist a leg up to plant it on the wall opposite.

He leans into your ear, hissing in a low tone that has your walls fluttering, and you bring your hands up to clutch at his chest. "Is this why you really dragged us down here? You're that desperate for my cock that you have to accost me in an alleyway? Fucking sorcerers. So full of yourself, when what you really need to be full of is a nice fat knot."

You moan wantonly and he groans against the shell of your ear, rubbing himself against your clit. The action has you keening.

"Gods, Tav, you're fucking dripping. Not sure you even deserve anything after pissing around like that earlier. Tell me how much you want my knot, maybe then I'll consider giving you it."

The logical part of your brain knows he's as desperate as you are, hard and heavy against your core, but the feral infernal instincts that have taken over would rather die than risk him stepping away without fucking you. The words spill from you easily without a second thought.

"I fucking need it, Rolan, need your fucking cock in me. Need you to bite me and mark me up while you split me open on your knot, need your cum inside me."

He teases his cock against your entrance, but he doesn't sink in. His words are breathless. "Yeah? Yeah you need it? Need my knot?"

You wail, "yes, fuck, please I fucking need it. Had me so wet, defending me like that, wanted to mount you then and there-".

The noise he makes is absolutely ruinous, and you moan back in answer. There is absolutely zero upper brain function going on in your skull anymore, you need him to fuck you into this wall right now or you might actually die.

He seems to feel the same, and slowly he eases his length into you. He buries his face into your neck and you wail and shudder as you feel the ridges on his cock drag against your walls with every inch he sinks further. By the time he's sheathed fully inside of you, his pelvis against yours, you're panting and writhing around him. His tail reaches around and wraps around yours, and they snake together in a tight coil.

He's shown remarkable restraint given the circumstances, sinking his cock into you slowly, but as soon as you clench your muscles around him his resolve snaps. He pulls his hips back and snaps them back into you, setting a brutal and rapid pace that has you sobbing. The angle, with your leg hoisted up, has every thrust hitting the soft spot inside your walls, and when you close your eyes at the sensation you swear you're seeing colours that don't exist, that's how intense and all-consuming the pleasure is.

He teases the soft skin at the base of your throat with his canines, and the sharp drag has you whining and baring your throat to him on impulse. It's pure instinct, your body begging for a mating bite, and he growls into your skin as he gives in to his own instincts and sinks his teeth into you.

The pain shoots through you like ice in your veins, but your mind and core sing . The pinch and sting is the perfect crescendo to the mounting pleasure, and with several shaky, panting moans you come undone around him, crying out as your whole body tremors. It's the most intense orgasm you've ever had, and your toes tingle as your release crashes over you.

He cries out, releasing his hold on your throat, and his hips stutter and pace falters as he chases after his own release. You feel his knot growing every time is catches against the rim of your cunt. Just as you start to cry at the feeling, half convinced it's going to rip you in half, he sinks it fully into you and it pulses and expands as he empties himself into you with a loud shout of pleasure. With every rope of hot spend he spills into you, his cock twitches hard into that perfect spot inside you, and without warning you're met with another orgasm which has you squeezing around him as he finishes. He groans at the feeling, low in his throat, and grinds himself into you as his cock finally gives its last, valiant pump of seed.

He groans into your neck, nosing his way up your throat and planting open mouthed kisses under your ear. You whine, and slowly lower your shaking leg back down to the floor. The change in position pushes his cock into you again, and you both grunt, overstimulated and spent. You stand there, locked together and panting for breath. He laves his tongue over the spot where he bit you, sucking a mark over it. The pain is almost too much, but the primitive part of you loves the feeling and you moan despite yourself.

There's silence after that. It stretches for a long moment as you both attempt to catch your breath, stuck together in the tight space of the alley with Rolan's knot keeping you tied together. When you speak, your voice comes out hoarse and blissed-out.

"I'm sorry for. You know. I didn't actually mean to, if you believe me."

He laughs into your throat, and rubs his nose into the pulse point under your ear in an uncharacteristically intimate gesture, "I'm not sure I do, but I'm not sure I particularly care anymore, to be frank."

You laugh too, "fair enough. I'd do it again, to be frank."

You both break down into warm, breathless laughter as you hold eachother. Slowly, you feel his knot shrink and he slides out of you. His spend gushes down your thighs, and he bends sideways to look, before moaning and throwing his head back against the wall behind him.

"That's absurdly hot. Fuck . You're lucky I just knotted you or I'd have you again right here."

You rub your thighs together, and whimper quietly, "I'd let you."

He moans again, "don't fucking say shit like that. That's not fair at all."

You shrug, "wasn't trying to be fair. If you don't like it, maybe you should do something about it."

He rolls his head forward to look at you, opening his eyes and levelling you with a hooded-eyed look that has your core pulsing. "Shut your mouth, or I'll have to shut it for you."

You shrug, then smirk. "I dare you."

In hindsight, you think Rolan was onto something earlier. Doing things the hard way is much more fun.

#bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 rolan #bg3 smut #bg3 fic #bg3 fanfic #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfic prompt

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rosypenguins · 5 months ago

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Day 8! Least Favorite Character! (Warning: I get heated in this.)

Okay, now I know these two are fairly popular in the fandom, and to an extent I understand why. I’m not trying to knock anyone who likes these characters, I honestly just want an excuse to vent about why I personally do not like them.

Quick explanation for Zoey: I think she’s annoying. She’s one of those two-faced popular bitches who talks about everyone behind their backs because she believes she’s better than them. I hated these girls in school. I’m not gonna like them in my silly little Gacha show. She’s also a total brat, and I find a lot of her lines annoying. And on top of it all she’s a gold-digger and she cheated on Drew. (And that’s not nice.)

Okay, now for Lia. Let’s get the easy stuff out of the way: Similar to Zoey, I find her super annoying and I hate how much she flirts with Jake. It’s like her entire character up until Episode 8. Genuinely, nothing about her stands out to me beyond that. She’s just constantly hitting on him, being a bigger simp than Drew of all people, and it’s super annoying. I hate the trope of “Character A keeps flirting with Character B because B will reciprocate eventually” it’s genuinely so annoying and makes me feel slightly uncomfortable. And I’m not too interested in her backstory with Hailey either (beyond the potential Hailia).

But despite all of this, I never really hated-hated her until Episode 10. Where it was revealed that she was the one who leaked the audio of Jake back-talking the club.

Words genuinely cannot express how much I hated this scene, nor can they express how much I hated her in this exact moment. All I can really say is:

JAKE👏SHOULD👏NOT👏HAVE👏FORGIVEN👏HER

Genuinely, it infuriates me so much he did so. She literally got him kicked out of the Music Club; the one group he felt comfortable around and accepted in. She went and completely fucked him over all because she was jealous.

And honestly, I feel like the build-up of her jealousy was a lot worse than Drew’s. Maybe I just need to go back and rewatch the episodes, but I feel like Lia’s jealousy wasn’t as well portrayed I guess?? Like, I don’t know. I just feel like there weren’t enough scenes between her and Jake to actually make me feel bad for her or make her actions more understandable.

And I hated how weak her reasonings behind her actions were. “Oh, you don’t pay attention to me anymore!!” All you do is flirt with him and he’s made it clear he doesn’t reciprocate, what do you expect?!

I don’t care if she owns up to it and apologizes. I still find her actions shitty and I don’t have to forgive her. (Neither SHOULD JAKE-)

Seriously I feel like Jake should’ve taken like at least a little bit of time before forgiving Lia, like… she fucked him over and he’s just like “oh yeah that’s fine sorry I ignored you for making me uncomfortable.”GSGSYHDSJ-

Okay, but despite all this, I gotta admit I love seeing fan-interpretations of these characters. Honestly, makes them a lot more interesting.

(I wonder if this is gonna shock anyone, because I don’t think I’ve ever complained about them on here and I do draw them quite a bit lol.)

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kookieminsuga · 1 year ago

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The Wolf and his Coyote - Part 3

Part 3 for you! This one is a little longer! Enjoy :)

Summary; Jungkook is the leader of the biggest biker gang in Korea. He is never interested in people unless they can benefit him in some way. That is until he runs into a girl who is the only person who appears to not be afraid of him. New to Korea, Amalia is an artist who spends most of her days working on her comics at her friend Minhyuks diner who also happens to be Jungkooks favourite hang out spot. What will happen when Jungkooks, a man who's heart seems to be frozen in ice, interest is peeked for the first time since he can remember?

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Pairing: Gang leader jk x Tsundere, artist Amalia

Rating: 18+ do not interact if you are a minor!

Word count: 2.5k

Genre: Biker gang bts, action, romance, there will be smut down the line, angst, violence, humour.

Warnings: Flirting, Mentions of past, Mentions of smut (if you squint), sex dream, biting, marking, bruising, poverty, immigration.

Amalias pov:

Big hands run over my body, starting from around my neck, down the side of my chest. I gasp as I feel the sensation of lips and cold metal on my navel, making it’s way down, lower and lower, ever so slowly.

I feel myself losing control as I beg for more, running my hands through fluffy raven black hair. All I can think of is the feeling of those plush lips on my skin. Not even the fact that I don’t know who’s lips they belong to.

Then I feel it on my inner thigh, teeth sinking into my skin and bruising it. I yelp at the sensation, still confused about the situation but not caring one bit due to the overwhelming pleasure.

Just as they start approaching where I want them the most, I suddenly jerk up, blinking the blur out of my eyes. A dream. That’s all it was.

I sigh as I sit there, in my bed, covered in sweat.

“It’s been too long Lia.” I say out loud to myself.

After shaking myself awake, I finally get out of bed. My deadline is coming up and I didn’t get much work done yesterday because of that thug at the diner. Today is going to be different. I still feel bad for Minhyuk tho, getting attacked in his own place. Maybe I should bring him some breakfast to cheer him up.

Finishing up my morning routine, I start cooking my breakfast, making sure to make extra for Min. I know how much he dislikes the food at his own diner, tends to find it too greasy for his liking. Home cooked meals are what he lives for.

I pack up the food once it’s done and start making my way out. It smells delicious, I hope this cheers him up at least a little.

As I step out into the alleyway, I turn the corner and head down the street. I notice the owner of my favourite ramen shop outside setting up his signs for the day.

“Hi Mr. Park! How’s your morning so far?” I say stopping next to him.

“Oh Lia! Good morning! It’s going great so far, how about you?” He responds.

“Good! Same as usual.” I say with a laugh.

Mr. Park has been kind to me since I arrived here. When I first got here, I didn’t have much money to my name so all I could eat for meals was food from the convenience store. I always stopped by the shop tho, the smell of the delicious ramen pulling me in. I would watch from the outside with my stomach grumbling, wishing for just one bowl.

One day, I had been looking as usual when Mr. Park had been outside. I had no idea he was the owner at the time, he was just sitting at one of the tables.

“It looks delicious, doesn’t it?” I had said as I noticed his eyes on me.

“Why don’t you go inside and try it for yourself? I heard it’s the best ramen in town!” He had said with a small laugh.

“I wish. Unfortunately, I just moved to the country and can’t really afford meals like this. One day I will tho!” I replied, while smiling back.

“Well, If you’d like, you can go inside and pick something you like. It’s on me.” He replied.

I stared at him in shock, wondering why some random man was suddenly offering me food. It had made me a little uncomfortable and I guess it had shown on my face because he immediately followed up by telling me he was the owner and had noticed me looking into the shop several times before. Although I tried to refuse, he said I didn��t have a choice so I graciously accepted. It was the most delicious bowl of ramen I had ever tasted.

After that, Mr. Park had fed me a couple times a week. At first I thought there would be some kind of catch as I was not used to being treated with such kindness but turns out it was all out of the kindness of an old mans heart.

I spoke to him for a little bit before heading out again to the diner.

“Minhyukshiiiii!”, I call out as I arrived.

He turns to look at me, from the door as he switches the sign from “Closed” to “Open”.

“Good morning nuna.” He responds with a soft smile.

“Good morning to you.” I say as we both walk past the door.

I go to my usual booth and set down my bag. I unzip it and pull out the meal I prepared.

“I have a surprise for you!” I say, with the packed up food in hand, spinning on my heel and presenting it to him with a wide smile.

He looks down at it, then back up, and a smile spreads across his lips.

“You cooked for me?” He asks.

“I did! I hope you like it!” I say, pushing it towards him.

“Thank you, I will if it’s your cooking.” He says as he takes it.

“You’re welcome! I thought you might need a little pick me up after what happened yesterday.” I say as I roll my eyes with the thoughts of that thug.

As I'm thinking of that, for some reason, his face pops into my mind. Not the thug, but the other one. Jet black hair and two lip rings.

“Nuna, are you ok? You look like a tomato, are you sick?” Minhyuk reaches out to touch my forehead.

A tomato? Why am I blushing? Why did his face appear in my mind and make me think of…

No. I must be crazy. I can’t think of some stranger like that. Especially not some cocky gangster. If there’s one thing I despise, It’s cocky people. I mean, I have to admit, he’s very good looking but the cocky attitude is such a turn off. It really has been too long.

“No.. no I’m fine, it’s nothing.” I say as I take a step back towards my booth.

He looks at me seeming unsure but then just shrugs his shoulders and sits in front of me.

We enjoy our meal together, talking about everything and nothing. until the customers start showing up, he stands and attends to them. The rest of the staff arriving an hour later as per usual.

Minhyuk likes working alone to open the restaurant. He wants things set a certain way and doesn't trust anybody to do it the way he likes so he always comes in an hour early to prepare on his own. I call him my rock or rocky sometimes because of his personality. I’m all over the place while he’s set and steady. I love our friendship. I couldn’t ask for a better best friend.

The hours flew by as I sat there drawing on my tablet. Working on this series is demanding but very fun. The fans love it so even if it’s exhausting, I work hard for them. There’s nothing else I’d rather be doing.

Jungkooks pov:

“Yeah, I’m headed there now.” I say to Yoongi on the phone.

“Ok, we’ll meet you in a couple hours. We have some things to take care of first.” He replies, knowing I know what “things” he means.

I hang up and get on my motorcycle. I start to head towards the diner for lunch. The fact that a member of the hummingbirds was on our turf is bad news. They all know we don’t step on each others land. Is he a rogue? Just doing it because he wants to? Is he a spy? Planted by Mr. Kim to keep an eye on me? Either way, I can’t just let this slide. My boys will take care of it. I haven’t eaten all day and I’m starving.

I pull up to the diner and park my bike. Pulling off my helmet, I shake my hair to get rid of the helmet head. I sit there for a minute thinking of yesterday. Stop it Jungkook. You’re here for food. That’s it.

I step off my bike and head for the door, opening it and walking inside. Minhyuk greets me, as usual and my eyes just scan the place. They then fall on the girl, sitting in the same booth, seemingly lost in her thoughts, staring at the tablet on the table.

I smile and walk towards her booth. I stand next to her, her eyes not moving from the tablet. I take a peak and see beautiful artwork. What looks like a webtoon in the making. A guy with black hair and a lip ring being drawn. A speech bubble saying “And what if I said I love you?” Coming from this character that was half drawn.

I laughed at the small resemblance and her eyes then shot up at me as she hurried to cover the screen.

“Well, hello again.” I said looking her in the eyes.

She just stared at me.

“I have to say, you draw very beautifully.” I say, meaning every word.

She continues to just stare.

“Is there something on my face?” I ask, bringing a hand up to touch my cheek.

“No, I’m just wondering why you’re talking to me.” She replies in a cold tone.

I pause, a little taken aback by her response. Should I really be surprised at this point?

“Is there a reason why I can’t?” I respond, feeling my lips pull up in a smirk.

“Apart from the fact that you don’t know me?” She questions.

“I mean, we can change that.” I say as I step forward and sit in the booth across from her.

“Hmm, I’m ok thanks. As you can see, I’m a little busy.” She says looking down at her tablet then back up at me.

This is the first time I’ve been rejected.

“Well, how about when you’re not busy?” I say.

“I’m always busy.” She replies firmly.

Wow, gotta accept rejection Jungkook.

This girl is definitely interesting. I put my hands up in mock surrender.

“If you say so-‘ I stand and look down at her. ‘Have a nice day, pretty girl.” I say as I walk away to sit at another booth.

No means no. Even for me. However, this girl makes me want to keep trying.

Minhyuks pov:

I look from Jungkook, to Lia as they speak. I have no doubt that she won’t be interested based on how cocky Jungkook is. Knowing him and how competitive he is tho, he won’t just stop. However I also know he respects women, so it’s not like I have to step in. I watch her deny him just as I thought she would, and him walking away. From here I can’t hear what’s being said, however I do notice her blush as he walks away. I don’t like it one bit but it’s none of my business. She can do what she wants.

My eyes follow him, my old friend, to the booth he chooses on the other side of the restaurant. I notice a smile on his face that looks different from his usual cocky grins. He looks deep in thought. Lia nunas attitude is not something he’s used to.

As I look at him, I notice his eyes on me. He waves me over to his table.

“What will it be Mr. Jeon?” I say taking out my pen and pad of paper to take his order.

“The usual, but also, sit I want to talk to you. Also, stop with the Mr. Jeon. We’re friends.” He says.

“We were friends.” I reply, emphasizing the past tense.

Jungkook and I grew up together. Our parents were close friends and so we also were friends growing up. Not just friends but brothers. Until that day. I can never look at him the same way.

“Common Minhyuk, I still don’t understand why you hate me so much. Anyways, just take a seat please.” He asks.

I sigh feeling resigned and take a seat across from him. I look back at Lia and notice her lost in her world of drawing as usual. I smile then look back at the man in front of me.

“What is it?” I ask.

“That girl over there, you said she’s your friend right?” He says.

“I did.” I respond.

“Is she always that cold?” He replies.

This irritates me for some reason. Lia? Cold? Never. She is the warmest person I have ever met. Only to people she deems worthy however.

“That depends on who you are to her.” I simply say.

“So, no?” He catches onto my words quickly.

I stare at him unmoving.

“Why doesn’t she like me? Am I not her type?” He asks me, sneaking a peak at her from across the restaurant.

Actually speaking physically, he very much was her type. However Lia was always more focused on personality than looks. She might have liked the guy he used to be but she definitely would not like this version of him.

“Why should I help you?” I respond feeling annoyed.

“Oh common Minhyuk, I’m just asking as an old friend. You said she’s new to the area right? She must not have many friends. You know I’m not a bad person.” He said looking down at his hands on the table.

He’s right. Although I can’t forgive him for that day, I know that he’s not a bad person. He just does what he has to do. I can hate him all I want but Jungkook has been through hell and back. There is a reason he’s changed. Deep inside, that guy I grew up with is probably still in there.

“For the sake of our old friendship I’ll just tell you one thing Jeon. She hates your type.” I say honestly.

“Oh now it’s just Jeon? How about Hyung like the old days?” He says smiling.

I stare at him unresponsive and he laughs.

“What exactly is my type?” He says a cocky grin on his face.

“The cocky type. The type that thinks they’re a gift to this world. She despises those type of people. Also, she’s not easy. She has high standards and doesn’t let just anyone into her inner circle.” I rise from my seat as I finish my statement and start to walk away.

“Minhyuk.” He calls my name.

I turn and look at him.

“You really think I’m like that?” He says looking at me. I see an emotion I haven’t seen in him in a long time.

“Look in the mirror and ask yourself that question.” I say with a cold tone.

He looks down, a sad smile on his face.

“One last thing. What’s her name?” He questions, looking up.

“You can ask her that yourself hyung.” I say as I turn and walk away.

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reverieblondie · 13 days ago

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Feel free to answer this one with bullet-points. How would Rolan react to learning his s/o is actually royalty/high nobility (maybe she tells him or maybe he learns when her family finally manages to track her down after her having been lost to them because of the everything going on during before and the game and try to get her to return home; heck maybe she's working with Rolan at Sorcerous Sundries and a small—or "small"—entourage arrives all 'My Lady! We have come to ferry you home!')? Like, she is the kind that are so high up there in status and prestige that other nobles will practically be tripping over themselves trying to cultivate her approval or favor in hopes of increasing their own status and prestige. Maybe what attracted her to Rolan was that he doesn't leave her wondering what he really thinks; if he is upset or doesn't like something, then he makes that fact known and states it with his whole chest but will also apologize when he is wrong (and she doesn't want to lose that).

As soon as I got this request, I thought of that scene from Shrek 2. Just picturing the procession outside of Sundries while a slacked-jawed Rolan looks on Confused is very funny to me.

• I like the idea that Tav is a noble being a Secret from Rolan. I imagine that in her younger years, people might treat her differently once they learn about her title. She loves that Rolan is snarky and gives his opinions so freely. Hells, Rolan was rude to her before they got together. (She oddly thought that was very endearing.) Tav doesn't want anyone to treat her differently, especially Rolan.

•Tav has no interest in going home to her kingdom. She is happy with Rolan and the tower and would send the procession away. This would be very confusing for Rolan (let's face it, he has a hidden inferiority complex). He would think Tav wants her life of granger back, but she would just steal a quick kiss from his lips, "Working here and being with you is the best life I could imagine."

•Now, let's say the procession goes back to the kingdom like Tav commanded, but instead of her parents being understanding, they have nobles eager for Tav's hand and status to try and win her back. (You can think that they know of Rolan or don't; I can see both, honestly.)

So now, while Tav and Rolan are at work trying to live their little lives together, We have some cocky princes trying to flirt and woo Tav. Rolan, being Rolan, is able to usually outsmart them and kick them out, only leaving Tav to be more enamored with her partner. Rolan is not the only one chasing them off; please imagine Lia or Cal chasing princes out with a broom.

•The last thing I can see in this scenario is Rolan finally being fed up and traveling. to the Kingdom where Tavs is from (without her knowledge), and he confronts her parents in classic Rolan fashion. He would talk about how amazing Tav is and how she can make her own decisions through all she has been through.

"Your Princess, your daughter is a strong and an intelligent person. Baldur's Gate is lucky to have her; I'm lucky to have her as long as she allows it. She's made her decision, and if you care for her at all, you will respect It."

•In a perfect scenario, they back off, allowing Rolan and Tav to live in peace. Tav knows What Rolan did not because he told her but because she received a letter from her parents as an olive branch, and they congratulate her on finding someone as strong-willed as she is.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 rolan #baldurs gate 3 #rolan bg3 #rolan #holy rolan empire #rolan x tav #rolan nation #ask reverie

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wasteful-sam · 18 days ago

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Worthy [Part 2, Chapter 9]

Tags:

Slow burn, romantic, ongoing, F/M, Rolan/female drow.

Notes:

Listen, I'm so sorry for taking this long, but the end-of-the-year reports and work tasks got me by the throat. On a positive note, this chapter is on the longer side and contains snippets of what we all wait for and love. Happy upcoming holidays :) .

[Part 1, completed]

[Part 2, Chapter 5]

[Part 2, Chapter 6]

[Part 2, Chapter 7]

[Part 2, Chapter 8]

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Worthy

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Part 2 | Chapter 9

Conversations in the Shadows

He froze. A bewildered owlbear cub curiously stared up at him. Staring right back, Rolan wondered what other oddities this day would throw his way.

Haunted by nightmares, the tiefling only managed to wake up by noon. His ruined routine left him irritable, and the lingering pain from the cuts made getting dressed slow and exasperating.

The first good news came when the tiefling finally reached the inn's common room. Cal and Lia were there, weary but safe. At that very moment, his siblings were pestered by none other than Gale. The wizard of Waterdeep was very keen to know everything about their captivity.

Understanding this was for a good cause, Rolan didn't intervene and just stood by. It wasn't exactly riveting listening — a prison chamber is rarely a place where important matters are discussed.

One thing that piqued Gale's interest was the necromancer, whose disgusting plans involved experimenting on the prisoners. Despite never meeting him in person, this necromancer made a terrifying impression on Cal and Lia.

Once the talk was over, Gale turned to Rolan and somewhat cheekily asked if he needed a special invitation. Noticing the tiefling's confused expression, the wizard clarified: "Your wounds still need healing, I assume?"

...And so, Rolan ended up at their camp, pondering about the massive beaked ball of fur who was already sniffing his boot.

"Easy now, Acorn," came Gale's calm, measured voice. The cub perked up, attention drawn immediately. "Friend, not food."

The wizard knelt beside the owlbear, scratching behind its ear. Satisfied, the little one closed his eyes.

"Not my first choice for a pet, but Acorn here is very precious," Gale noted cheerfully, looking at the little fellow.

Rolan offered a skeptical grunt, sidestepping the owlbear with care. "M-hm," was all he could manage. Knowing this strange group, it wouldn't surprise him if the next time he visited, there would be a spectator roaming.

Keeping their tradition alive, the party made camp by the river, just a few minutes away from the Last Light Inn. Their safe harbor sat nestled beside slow-moving waters, the banks lined with reeds and wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze. You wouldn't believe they only arrived yesterday - the place felt so lived-in, perhaps thanks to the scattered clutter.

A small fire crackled in the center, its flames licking at a makeshift spit where a pair of skewers held chunks of meat and vegetables. Their aroma mingled with the earthy scent of the riverbank. Shadowheart was right beside it, watching over the food intently.

And on the right, nearing the cliffs, Lae'zel and Nimriel furiously fought one another with training swords. Their grunts and yelps were the only thing disrupting the peaceful scenery. Other party members were nowhere to be seen.

Gesturing Rolan to follow him, Gale leisurely approached the cleric. "Doesn't smell burnt, which is progress," he noted, looking at the meat.

"Finally," Shadowheart breathed in relief, turning to him, "Took you long enough to find spices."

"Sorry about that. I seized the opportunity to scout for information," the wizard replied apologetically, "I also brought you a patient," he pointed at the tiefling, who, in turn, nodded politely.

"Anything to be rid of cooking duties," Shadowheart said, readily passing a big fork to the wizard of Waterdeep.

"I'm sorry to trouble you," Rolan mumbled.

The cleric waved his apology aside, "Does it hurt still?" she asked matter-of-factly while unbinding the tiefling's palms.

"Yes. I struggle to do anything, let alone cast," he replied, watching the process.

"Just as I thought," she was looking closely at the cuts, stretching out the skin, "Same as with Nim's – their weapons were coated with something. The wounds don't heal properly, and the infection spreads. We need some quick remedy for future battles, Gale. I won't have time to heal all of us mid-fight."

"Necrotic?" the man inquired about the type of damage wounds caused.

"Most likely. Mix up a couple of variants," Shadowheart turned back to Rolan. "Do you have time? It will take a while."

"Of course," the tiefling lingered, "Is it…curable?"

"I wouldn't waste time if it wasn't," the cleric gestured for him to sit down at the makeshift log table, "Scars will remain, but you're lucky enough to only have these."

Gale, meanwhile, dampened the fire and glanced toward his sparring companions. "Ladies, we have a guest," he shouted at them, frustrated by their lack of tact.

Alas, Nim and Lae'zel were too absorbed in their training to pay him any mind. To them, these sparring sessions were often the highlight of the day. They bonded on this makeshift battlefield like two sisters locked in a fierce playground tussle, neither willing to concede an inch.

Shaking his head, Gale added, "Supper in 20 minutes," which also didn't reach the desired effect.

"I see she recovered fairly quickly," Rolan nodded towards Nimriel. He was watching the fight as well. The githyanki was clearly a superior opponent, pummeling the drow strike after strike. Nimriel deflected as best she could, aiming swift counters at Lae'zel's exposed weak points.

"She's used to getting hit on the head, in case you haven't noticed," Shadowheart quipped while healing his right palm, "And still, her recklessness prevails. Yesterday's little escapade proves that much."

"It is not on Nimriel entirely," the tiefling quickly replied, feeling guilty, "I should have told you what she was up to before we embarked. I was careless as well, and her arguments sounded convincing at the time."

Gale's calm, contemplative voice cut in. "It wouldn't have mattered. She'd have gone alone regardless. And, in the end, it was for the best."

"Don't excuse her behavior. It was irresponsible," although Shadowheart sounded irate, there was a faint softness in her eyes, betraying a conflicted emotion.

"Well," Gale said, meeting her gaze with a knowing look and a hint of melancholy in his voice. "We all have our moments. It was a long time coming for Nimriel."

Shadowheart kept quiet for a moment, contemplating something unpleasant, judging by her expression, "You'd do better using your wisdom to prepare remedies," she shut the conversation.

Gale shrugged, knowing he was right about the situation. He emptied the pouch, looking at numerous ingredients for potions and coatings, "One good thing about this gods-forsaken place is the abundance of rare ingredients."

"You picked this one too soon," Rolan observed, nodding towards one of the shadowroot sacs.

"Oh?" Gale looked closely at the sac.

"There is no characteristic stench," the tiefling explained, "No use for the coating," he paused, thinking, "Unless you ignore the rule of three, of course. But it can be daunting to measure it all correctly."

Gale nodded knowingly, "You dabble in alchemy, then?"

"About as much as a cook enjoys scrubbing pots after a feast," Rolan replied with a shrug. "Tedious, but necessary."

"Tell me about it," Gale chuckled, sifting through the rest of the stash. "I dread crafting days. Ever since Blackstaff -"

"Blackstaff?" Rolan interrupted, raising an eyebrow. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You're a fancy wizard, then?"

"If by 'fancy' you mean 'well-educated,'" Gale replied, his voice laced with dry amusement, "then yes."

"And yet, somehow, you have got a tadpole stuck in your well-educated brain," the tiefling thought, feeling bitter that he would never get a chance to enroll. To distract himself, he looked around the camp. The atmosphere of the place was warm yet melancholic. Like a room of an old man filled with countless memorabilia of the good all days. A room of a man who anticipates his death.

Inevitably, his gaze returned to the drow-githyanki fight: the duo now abandoned their training swords and went full-out, punching and kicking each other. The sheer brutality of the exchange was unsettling, but neither Gale nor Shadowheart seemed concerned — such clashes were clearly routine.

He heard the githyanki shouting, "Quit throwing dirt. You fight without honor!"

"As if cultists will face you with honor, Lae," Nimriel shot back, breathless, as she dodged another blow. Dirt covered her, but there was a spark of defiance and cheer in her eyes.

Seeing her so determined and full of life brought a faint, unspoken smile to Rolan's heart. But the sight also stirred his thoughts. He glanced back at Shadowheart and Gale, both absorbed in their tasks. The tiefling's keen eyes didn't miss the subtle changes in them. These were not the same people he had met at the grove. Something fundamental had shifted— a part of them seemed locked away as if hidden on another Plane. How much of a burden it must have been to drift in search of the cure. And all the while engaging enemies left and right.

"Say, Gale," Rolan began suddenly, his voice breaking through his own reflections, "you must be busy these days?"

Gale looked up, mildly surprised by the question. He set down the herbs he'd been sorting, tilting his head in curiosity. "A tad, as you might imagine," he replied, his tone light but weary.

"Perhaps I could help," Rolan offered, his voice steady. "With remedies, potions — whatever you need. It's the least I can do after what you've done for me."

Gale raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Oh?" he said, considering the proposition. The idea seemed to lift some small weight from his shoulders. "You'd do that?"

Rolan smirked faintly. "I may not rival your Blackstaff friends, but my skills are not to be disregarded."

Gale's lips curved into a genuine smile, the tension in his face easing. "That would be very kind of you," he said with a nod. "To be frank, my hands are rather full these days."

"How charming, two wizards reunited at last," seemingly out of nowhere, Astarion appeared behind Gale, making the latter flinch.

Shadowheart quickly looked him over, searching for any indication he was injured, "Where are the others?" she asked, concentrating on the tiefling's wounds again.

"Good afternoon to you too," the elf snarked at her, "Wyll went to see if Halsin has figured out something about the curse. And Karlach…," his lips curved into a sly grin, "…is getting her heart fixed."

A barely visible smile appeared on the cleric’s face as well, as she murmured, “Good for her.”

“Everything went smoothly, I trust?” Gale interjected, the anticipation in his voice barely masked.

“You need to stop doubting my skills, darling,” Astarion replied playfully, taking a handful of papers out of his backpack and shoving them into the wizard’s hands, “The party is safe, the information is acquired, all under my sensible leadership.”

“You mean under Wyll’s, who was leading the party?” Shadowheart intervened starkly.

“A mere technicality,” Astarion waved her off breezily. “Wyll didn’t lockpick his way through the Towers, did he?”

“I agree, it is impressive how much you’d managed to gather,” Gale noted, looking through the papers, “So there IS a necromancer involved in Ketheric Thorm’s resurrection, just as we suspected.”

“Oh yes,” Astarion quipped, “and Thorm’s the liveliest of all the living dead. Shall we discuss this now, or…?” His crimson gaze darted pointedly toward Rolan.

Getting the hint, the tiefling spoke up, “I can come later if you mind.”

“I’m almost done here,” Shadowheart shook her head, “I won’t rush this for your lot’s sake. Healing isn’t a roast you can serve half-baked.”

“There’s no point discussing with half of the party absent anyway,” Gale added absentmindedly, far more interested in the necromancer’s notes.

A squelching sound interrupted their monotonous discussion. It was Nimriel, plummeting face-first into the mud not more than 2 meters away from their table.

Lae'zel slowly hobbled towards her, saying, "K'chakhi. I told you — fighting with honor means being so mighty you don't need to resort to tricks."

"Ghfine, fine," Nim guggled patiently, feeling the githyanki approaching. She laid steadily on her stomach, face still in the mud. "Ur wish wz grantd. M'nose is smallr now," the drow added as Lae'zel towered over her.

"Really?" githyanki asked.

Hearing where the voice was coming from, Nim swiftly moved her right leg backward, tripping the opponent. Caught off guard, the githyanki stumbled and toppled to the ground, landing in an undignified sprawl beside the drow. Still sprawled on the ground, Nimriel turned her head towards her, checking if her friend was alright. Seeing githyanki's bewildered face made the drow laugh, "Sorry, I had to. Otherwise, my defeat would be too embarrassing."

Lae'zel blinked, momentarily stunned. Then, a sly grin curled her lips. "It is a decisive defeat," she said, her voice tinged with amusement. With a deliberate motion, she pressed her hand onto Nimriel's head, pushing her face gently back into the dirt.

Satisfied, she rose to her feet and extended a hand to help Nimriel up. Both women dusted themselves off — or tried to. Lae'zel stretched, her sharp gaze scanning the camp. "We have an audience," she remarked, noting the curious stares directed their way.

Nimriel was vigorously scrubbing her face with her hands and elbows, trying to remove the mix of dirt and blood. "Oh, yeah? The others are back?" she asked, her voice light with curiosity as she glanced sideways. Sure enough, there they were: Astarion, grinning like a cat that had gotten into the cream; Gale, lost in his own thoughts; Shadowheart, looking as unimpressed as ever; and… a slightly concerned tiefling.

Trying to appear unfazed, the drow casually adjusted her hair. "Glad to see you're getting healed, Rolan. Thank you, Shadowheart — I owe you one."

"I'll hold you to that," the cleric replied, not missing a beat as she continued her work.

Rolan gave a meek nod. "Yes, thank you, both of you." He hesitated for a moment, eyeing the muddied drow warily. "And you… well, you're doing fine, I suppose?"

Nim shrugged nonchalantly, feigning confidence. "Never been better." She turned to Astarion, "So? How was it?"

The elf waved his hand dismissively, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I'm sorry, my dear, but I can't take you seriously when you look like a swamp monster. Shadowheart, please, deliver us from this vision."

Without much effort or care, the cleric quickly created water, pouring it down on Lae'zel and Nimriel. The two didn't look amused, but it got the job done. Muttering something incoherent under her breath, the githyanki sat down at the table and started polishing her dagger. The water dripping from her wet hair didn't seem to bother her at all.

"Happy now?" Nim rolled her eyes at her rogue friend, "Unroll the map, I'll change, and we will get to it."

“Have you seen the enemy forces?” Lae’zel asked.

“Absolut’s fanatics, mostly newcomers,” Astarion sighed, remembering, “Drow, goblins, orcs…”

“The numbers,” she interrupted unceremoniously.

Astarion shot her a sharp look, irritation creeping into his voice. “Am I supposed to count every drop of water in a river?” Despite the sarcasm, his words painted a grim picture. “They come and go, wandering around, waiting for something.”

“Are they well-equipped?” Lae’zel continued inquiring.

The elf thought for a moment, “Depends…I think I’ve only seen good armor on the guards and those of higher rank. You’d do better to ask Wyll.”

The githyanki scratched her face, eyes closed as she considered the situation. “I should have gone with you. But it is clear for now: they gather scum from any tribe they can find, untrained, unequipped. If they are to be used as cannon fodder, the cultists will need more. It buys us time, but it also means their forces will grow the longer we wait.”

While their discussion was unfolding, Shadowheart signaled quietly to Rolan that she was done. The tiefling nodded to her gratefully, although he wasn’t ready to leave yet. The conversation about the cult was weighing heavily on his mind, fueling his concerns.

Lae’zel, meanwhile, continued, “We need to strike them down while they’re still weak, unsuspecting. To cut the Ketheric Thorm’s snake head.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Gale interjected, his voice heavier now, tinged with fatigue. “I haven’t gotten through all the papers yet.”

With a quill in hand, Nim glanced up at the elf. “Show me the route your party took this morning.” As Astarion indicated the path, the drow marked it on the map, then pulled out her pipe and started smoking. “You mostly followed the same route we took yesterday, except for veering northeast here. Anything of note?”

“Just a few measly shadows,” Astarion replied, his head tilting slightly. “But I wouldn’t count on every encounter being so... mundane. It’s like we’re constantly being watched. Even now.” He glanced across the river, where gnarled, dead trees swayed in the gusty wind.

“We’re in Ketheric’s domain now,” Nimriel murmured, circling six places on the map. “There must be locations that could give us clues on how to defeat him. Maybe even manipulate him into making a mistake.”

“That was my thought as well,” Shadowheart chimed in. “He’s been changing alliances as quickly as he changes his gloves—drastically so. One has to be deranged to leave the Lady of Loss without understanding the repercussions.”

“Or maybe he was offered something so tempting he couldn’t resist.” Nimriel shrugged, her gaze still on the map as she counted distances. “Either way, we might be able to exploit it. But we can deal with that after supper.” Her tone lightened, and she shot a greedy glance at the meat. “Where’s Karlach and Wyll?”

“At the inn somewhere,” Astarion replied, pausing as a thought crossed his mind. He glanced over at Shadowheart, wondering if she was finished with the tiefling. “If you’re that hungry, why don’t you bring them back? And, dearest commander, I’m all out of lockpicks.”

Nimriel sighed. “You know, with how fast we run out of these, it would be cheaper to just break the doors down.”

“Rude,” Astarion replied, crossing his arms playfully.

“Fine, fine.” Nimriel slung a scabbard over her shoulder.

“I should be going too,” Rolan said, realizing he had been eavesdropping for far too long. “Gale, are we settled on the potions?”

“Oh! Right.” Gale raised an index finger, remembering their earlier conversation. He quickly placed some ingredients into a pouch and handed it to Rolan. “Do you need the list, or...?”

“The ingredients will speak for themselves.” Rolan’s tone was slightly condescending, though he quickly softened it. “You can count on me.”

“M-hm. Some shady dealings going on behind my back,” Nimriel remarked, watching the scene unfold with amusement.

“You were literally standing right here, ignoring everything I said,” Gale retorted, raising an eyebrow, recalling how the drow had been distracted by her training with Lae’zel.

“Alright, alright, no need for a lecture. I’m in a hurry,” Nim mumbled, heading out of camp with Rolan at her side.

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As they were slowly walking up to the inn from the party’s camp, Rolan found himself clenching and unclenching his fists. The sharp, biting pain of his cuts — the kind that had once seemed unbearable — was gone. Only a faint, unpleasant tingling remained, a shadow of this morning’s agony. Relief blossomed in his chest, bringing a smile to his lips that revealed his sharp, gleaming teeth. He could cast again. The stress of yesterday, the cult, and his worries – all were wiped out from his mind for a couple of short moments. Unwilling to contain himself, Rolan cast a small firebolt and started effortlessly joggling it from one hand to the other like a ball.

From the corner of her eye, Nimriel watched him, her gaze softening as she caught the unguarded happiness in his expression. Seeing Rolan like this — so alive, so unburdened — stirred something in her. Astarion was right: she was growing fonder of the tiefling with every passing day. But the thought made her chest tighten. She couldn’t let herself feel this way, not after what had happened the last time she had dared to open that door.

“Told you Shadowheart could fix it,” Nimriel blabbered, masking her uncertainties under a cheerful demeanor.

“That she certainly did,” Rolan replied, his voice more confident now that they were alone.

“How did it go? Were you impressed by our humble river abode?” the drow asked jokingly.

The tiefling thought back to his small encounters at the camp earlier. All these people, some of the unlikeliest connections to be formed, gathered by chance, a dreadful coincidence even. And yet, despite everything, they had found a fragile sort of harmony. Some of them were quite pleasant even – a realization he would have scoffed at only a month ago.

“Better than I expected,” Rolan finally admitted, “Although I liked it more when your dog was smaller and white,” he added sarcastically.

Nimriel blinked, confused for a moment before realization dawned. She laughed, her voice light and melodic. “What, Acorn? You were scared of that cute little furball?”

Rolan frowned, his pride bristling. “Startled,” he corrected, his tone defensive. “Just a little startled.”

"What is it with you and Gale passing around the ingredients, by the way?"

"Oh, we agreed I will mix some potions for you. You know," the tiefling turned his palms upwards, "to thank you properly. I can bring them by your camp once they're finished."

Nim nodded, "That's good to hear. Gale has a lot on his plate as is right now," she promptly stopped herself. No one outside the party's circle knew that the mother of magic gave one of her most devoted followers an unspeakably cruel task, "As we all do, of course," Nimriel swiftly turned the topic aside.

They were nearing the inn now, approaching the stone bridge near the two-story building where Dammon was forging armor and weapons. Faint conversations and louder voices of tiefling children could be heard not too far ahead.

"No need to bring them to camp, though," Nim continued after a short pause. "We'll be on the road for the next couple of days. Just keep them handy, and we'll grab them when we can."

Camping amidst the Shadow-Cursed Lands. The thought sent a chill down Rolan's spine. They're in a hurry, he realized. The danger must be greater than the tiefling could imagine. Is this why Nimriel carries her sword around, even though they're just crossing from the camp to the inn?

"What's that face?" Nim's voice cut through his thoughts, snapping him back to the present. She was watching him, one brow raised.

Embarrassed to admit his recently-found paranoid thoughts, the tiefling just mastered, "Staying amidst the Shadow-Cursed Lands seems a little intense, don't you think?"

Nimriel stopped and theatrically threw her hands up, intending to capture all of his attention, "Come on, Rolan, cheer up. Are you doubting your favorite hero?"

Her playful tone pulled a reluctant smirk from the tiefling, "I'm far from doubting my favorite hero. Or you, for that matter."

Feigning mock heartbreak, Nim pressed a hand to her chest, her voice rising dramatically, "How cruel! Straight through the heart!"

Rolan watched her closely, trying to determine whether her theatrics were simply a distraction or an earnest attempt to lighten his mood. Beneath her laughter and exaggerated gestures, he glimpsed something fleeting — an unease that seemed to linger in her eyes, barely hidden.

"Don't take this the wrong way," he said cautiously, "but aren't you being a little too cheerful, considering the situation?"

Nim shrugged, her demeanor unbothered. "What's not to be cheerful about? I spent all day lazing around camp, I'm about to eat some delicious meat, and I'll be getting free explosives for saving the gnomes. Sure, some colossal shit might go down tomorrow, but today? Today's been perfect."

Rolan shook his head, unconvinced. "I get your point, but I can't say I agree. Things seem grim, judging by the talks going around at your camp."

Nimriel's eyes narrowed, but she still kept her unbothered demeanor. Rolan was spot on, but she wouldn't want to discuss their slim chances of winning. And not for his peace of mind's sake. As far as she was concerned, it was always out of sight - out of mind. This conversation needed to be shut down as soon as possible.

"Rolan," Nim said, her voice sounding smooth like butter as she came closer to him, "My friends simply have other concerns on their mind, that is all," she explained, looking straight into the tiefling's eyes.

Her gaze was so steady, so mesmerizing, that Rolan struggled to find his words. "It's not just them," he said finally. "I can feel it. The shadows grow closer with every passing day."

Without breaking eye contact, Nim took his hands in hers, turning them palms up. "You have nothing to worry about. Your family's back, and you are in the place guarded by the Harpers," she murmured, gently guiding her big fingers along the cuts, "I'm sorry about the scars, though."

Rolan figured their talk wasn't going anywhere, as the drow was trying to change the subject. Besides, this little moment of intimacy between them was too alluring to let go. "They were worth it," he said quietly, his gaze lowering to meet hers. "If I had to do it again, I would."

Nim's brows arched in a mix of reprimand and embarrassment. "I appreciate the sentiment, but please don't. I could've managed without your hands getting sliced open and leaving you defenseless."

"I know you could've," Rolan replied, shrugging off her scolding. "Doesn't mean I'd want to watch you get stabbed instead."

"That time, we were lucky the fight was over," Nim retorted. "Imagine if I'd turned into a mind flayer on the way back to the inn. Your brain would've been an easy snack."

"Oddly specific," Rolan noted, the tingling sensation of Nim's fingers brushing his scars stirring a playful mood. He let his gaze sweep over her with exaggerated slowness. "But to snatch my brain, you'd have to reach it first. And you're about one and a half heads too short. Plus, the horns? Good luck with those."

Nim's eyes narrowed, her lips curving into a sly grin. "Oh, you want me to prove a point? Alright." She stepped to the side, her posture straightening as if preparing for a duel.

"The solution's simple," she declared. "I hit you in the knees, and down you go." She lightly tapped his knees with her shin, a deliberate motion meant to tease rather than hurt. "See? On your knees in no time."

Rolan couldn't hold back a smirk as he sank to his knees, playing along. "Your wish is my command," he said, his tone dripping with mock deference.

"Good," Nim continued smugly, circling behind him. "And while you scream in pain and agony…"

"You need a demonstration for that, too?" Rolan interrupted, his voice laced with amusement.

Nim grimaced at him but didn't miss a beat. She moved closer, placing a hand on his nape and gently guiding his head downward. "… I'd lower your head like so, and the outcome would be obvious." Her voice carried the triumphant tone of someone thoroughly enjoying her imagined victory.

Then, with a flourish, Nim crouched to her knees in front of him, her expression filled with exaggerated arrogance. "See? Easy," she concluded, her confidence as sharp as her grin.

Rolan glanced at her, tilting his head, "This is all rather entertaining, but you forgot one thing. The tail."

As he spoke, his tail slid forward, its tip curling just above Nim's neck, teasingly close but not quite touching. Watching Nimriel's pondering reaction, the tiefling added, matching her arrogance, "I know I'd probably be doomed either way, but I am not going down without a fight."

The drow exhaled as an intrigued smile appeared on her face. The kind of smile that made Rolan consider throwing all standards of decency to the wind.

"That was bold. I like it," she murmured, her voice dipping into a velvety tone as her fingers reached out to stroke his tail, coaxing it to unwind, "I'll keep your tail moves in mind for my next battle strategy."

Her touch sent a jolt through him, "Careful now," Rolan warned, his voice low, "This tail sometimes has a mind of its own."

As if to prove the point, his tail slipped behind Nim, gently pressing against her back and urging her closer. She played along, leaning in until her palms came to rest against his chest. Her breath hitched as her eyes locked on the flickering yellow flames dancing in his gaze, and a faint blush colored her cheeks.

"I think you enjoy being on your knees far too much," she teased, her voice dipping into a sultry cadence as her fingers instinctively curled into his robe.

"Depends on the occasion," Rolan whispered, his gaze dropping to her half-parted lips.

"Hm…" Nim's blush deepened, her mind racing at the implication. "And what exactly do you have in mind?" she asked, her voice softer now.

"It's faster to show you than explain," he replied, leaning closer, his breath brushing against her skin.

Before their lips could meet, a sudden, loud crash jolted them both back to reality. The moment shattered, leaving them wide-eyed and on edge as they scrambled to their feet.

They quickly realized the source of the crashing sound - a ball had tumbled from a rocky height, landing with a sharp puncture before deflating in a sad hiss. Moments later, the culprits - three tiefling children - appeared, sprinting toward them.

The ever-cheerful Mirkon arrived first, his face lighting up as he spotted Nimriel. “You found our ball! Thank you!” he exclaimed with wide-eyed adoration.

Nim let out an awkward laugh, still trying to steady her nerves. “Hey there! Well, that was easy - it kind of fell on us.”

Rolan simply watched the scene unfazed, face stern, contemplating if saving the children back then was a good idea after all.

“Look what you’ve done, Umi!” Ide screamed as they approached, “The ball is ruined! I told you not to kick it down the road!”

“It’s Mirkon’s fault! He shoulda caught it!” the boy screamed right back at her.

“You shouldn’t wander too far from the yard, anyway,” Nimriel interjected with a light scolding, her tone firm but kind. “Always play where adults can see you, especially here. Understood?”

“Yes!” Mirkon chirped enthusiastically while the other two gave reluctant nods.

Ide’s gaze then shifted to Rolan, her eyes big and pleading. “Maybe you can fix our ball? Magically? Please?”

Rolan crossed his arms, “Can I? Absolutely. Should I, for a trio of ill-mannered brats? Highly debatable.”

“Pleeease, we will be careful, I promise!” Ide continued.

Rolling his eyes, Rolan uttered, “I am a residential child-carer, apparently. Pass me the damn ball.”

As Rolan begrudgingly turned his attention to the task, Nim fell quiet. She realized what a mess she had created by letting her feelings take over her common sense. No matter how much she wanted to, the drow still had her reservations about getting close to anyone.

“I should be going,” she mumbled, “Remember what I told you about playing close to the inn, kids.”

The children nodded, but Rolan’s focus snapped to her. Something in her voice didn’t sit right. “Nim… I -” He stopped himself, the words failing him. He didn’t know what to say.

She turned back to him with a faint, bittersweet smile, “See you sometime soon, Rolan. Take care now,” were her final words.

Watching her leave, the tiefling sighed, scratching his forehead irritably.

“Why are you sad?” unaware Mirkon asked earnestly.

The wizard scoffed, “You’ll understand in fifteen years, kid.” He paused, glancing down at the boy. “Then again… maybe not.”

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 rolan #rolan bg3 #rolan x tav #rolan × reader #holy rolan empire

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maggacammara · 11 months ago

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okay, it’s my turn to obsess over the minor details we get about background NPCs and come up with elaborate headcanons based on scant information. Rolan, Cal, & Lia have had their time in the sun—let’s talk about Doni & Rikka!

I recently saw Doni’s letter to his father in-game for the first time. if you haven’t read it, here’s the text. you can find it in the Festering Cove in the Underdark!

Dad,

Sorry I stopped writing - we ran out of paper on the road. I got this from the druids. Maybe that’s why they’re so mad at us.

I hope this can find you. Zevlor says you got lost and that our old house is gone, but I read a book that says all rivers find their way into the Styx.

When you get it, you can write me back in Baldur’s Gate. Or maybe come visit?

I’ll write again when I can get more paper.

- Doni

while I was looking for this note on the wiki, I also noticed that Doni is listed as the ward of Rikka, one of the tieflings who is guarding the gate at the Emerald Grove. I can’t find the source for that exact bit of information, but I did find this description of a quest line I’ve never gotten in-game before.

Find Doni only occurs if the leaders of the goblin camp are left alive and learn the location of the Druid Grove. In this instance, the goblins come to raid the Grove and the tieflings and druids prepare for the assault. As part of this, Rikka is wandering around the Hollow searching for Doni, who has gone missing. Rikka has instructed all of the tiefling children to hide in their hideout and she will lock the hatch so that no harm comes to them. She can't do that until Doni is found.

I couldn’t find the actual dialogue that accompanies this quest, so maybe Rikka specifies in this interaction that she is Doni’s guardian! either way, it seems like she takes responsibility for all of the children in this scenario, as well as in the alternate scenario where you kill the goblin leaders—when the tieflings are preparing to leave the Grove, she can be seen giving the children instructions on how to stay safe on the road.

so here’s what we know—

Doni lost his dad back in Elturel, but he either seems to not know or not accept that his father is likely dead.

several of the other tiefling children seem to be orphans or not have parental figures present, and Rikka appears to take on a caretaking or protective role towards these kids, particularly in the Grove.

there must be dialogue somewhere revealing that Rikka has taken on caring for Doni full-time since they began traveling together.

and here are some questions I still have—

who is Mol’s guardian? Mattis and Silfy’s? Mirkon’s? it’s interesting that Doni is the only tiefling kid without parents present that seems to have a guardian-ward relationship with one of the adults in the group of refugees. it leads me to wonder if Rikka knew his family before their exile, or if perhaps she simply grew more attached to him than the other children.

what becomes of Rikka and Doni after they leave the Grove? in my only full playthrough so far, I neglected to convince Rolan, Cal, and Lia to stick around, so most of the tieflings died :( I’m wondering if these two make it in the scenario where you do convince the siblings to stay!

my budding headcanon about why Rikka has taken on Doni as her ward is that he seems to be having a harder time dealing with the collective trauma the refugees have undergone than the other children. people have debated whether his lack of talking & eye contact points to the possibility of him being autistic, or whether it’s more of a trauma response—I think it could be both.

he was perhaps always a closed-off child who struggled with social mores and sensory issues, and the chaos of the past few months has only made it more difficult for him. Rikka, an empathetic character who is seen to care for all the children, might have felt a particular responsibility towards caring for him and helping him feel safer.

most of the tiefling kids who do make it to Act 3 seem to be doing their own thing, no adult supervision necessary—Mol running with the Guild, Silfy selling papers, Mattis continuing to run his little shop. it’s lovely, seeing the freedom they have, but it is still a little heartbreaking to see them have to work for their livings, to imagine the sort of hardship they’ll no doubt endure as orphaned refugees in the city.

so perhaps it’s a bit optimistic of me, but I do like to imagine that Doni and Rikka survive and make it to the Gate together. Rikka will need to find work, and Doni may still spend time with the other kids, helping Silfy with sales or hanging out with Mol when she’s not lurking in the sewers. but ultimately, he has a home with Rikka, and as he deals with the grief and trauma of displacement and losing his father, she is able to give him an opportunity that none of the other tiefling children seem to have—to just be a kid.

I would love to hear any thoughts, headcanons, or more canon information about these two that I may have missed! I hope you enjoyed reading this and sharing a glimmer of hope with me :’)

#I have a feeling they probably don’t make it canonically BUT #I can dream #and their relationship is interesting to me either way #bg3 #meta #doni #rikka #tieflings #emerald grove #baldur’s gate

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historyofshipping · 1 year ago

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More Teen Wolf thoughts

So I knew next to nothing about Teen Wolf when I started watching it last week. I basically just didn't interact with any fandoms when it was live and so I'm coming in without any kind of preconceived notions of who/what the good character/ships/storylines etc other than the movie sucks and I shouldn't watch it. I was also vaguely aware that Ste/rek and Stydia were fandom things.

After watching it, I scrolled through an obscene amount of tumblr stuff related to TW and I truly have to wonder if we watched the same show.

Again, it's a very different viewing experience for me because I didn't have gaps between seasons where I could theorize, over-analyze, etc. I'm also older than the target audience so like that could probably affect how I view things too.

I'll also add that my own relationship had a similar trajectory to Stydia. My partner had a crush on me while I was literally engaged to someone else and we barely knew each other, but then we had a deep friendship form over time. By the time my last relationship ended, his crush had changed to genuine love and my friendship evolved to something romantic. We've been together now over a decade.

So with all that said, here's Stydia thought: I am truly BAFFLED by the fact that people think Stydia getting together was fan service. (More under cut)

Note: I have zero interest in debating or arguing, which is why I'm hoping this won't come up in other ship tags. If you feel the need to argue, just move along because I'll either ignore you or block you. These are just my thoughts - it's not that deep.

I admit I absolutely fell in love with Stydia. I am an absolute sucker for good friends to lovers, detective duos, etc so they were *Chef's kiss* to me.

That said, I'm more than capable of separating my feelings about a ship from a story. So when people say that Stydia was forced together, I'm just kind of dumbfounded since I thought it was literally the only well-written ship in the entire show.

When we start, obviously we have Stiles obsessing over an image of Lydia in his head. But even still, he was never into her popularity or anything like that - he was into the person she was at the core, even when she kept it hidden.

Then they became friends over the course of the next few seasons and Stiles fell in love with her in a different way. He got to know her better and his feelings only deepened. However, she was with other people so he tried to force himself to move on. This is very normal in high school especially.

I did not like the Sta/lia relationship, mostly because I thought Malia deserved a lot better than someone who was clearly still into someone else, but I'm not going to get into that here.

We have canon proof that Stiles was STILL INTO Lydia during season 4&5. So much so that Kira, new to the group and mostly only around post-Malia getting involved, picked up on it: "He still likes her, doesn't he?" "Yeah, but it’s different now." "Stiles was the only one who knew." "He paid attention. He listened to her. He remembered."

Stiles is constantly the one whose main priority is getting her out of Eichen House. He storms in and doesn't give a shit about self-preservation as long as he gets to Lydia and gets her out.

He breaks through his bonds when she's about to be injected.

The camera constantly focuses on their hand touches with each other - whether it's in the hospital, the care with which they constantly stroke each other's face, etc. When Melissa was about to inject Lydia in the neck, she told Stiles specifically to hold her hand - even though he has a fear of needles.

Both of them essentially brought the other back from the dead through their connection.

When he sees her hurt or about to be hurt, it goes back to "I would go out of my freaking mind" - and he does.

Stiles was in love with her for nearly a decade. That doesn't just go away in a few months.

Now, for Lydia, we have her focused on Stiles above all else. He's the one she calls when she's in trouble or upset. She goes to him for comfort. "Stiles saved me."

Whenever there's a Stalia moment and Lydia is around, the camera goes to her for reactions. What comes to mind immediately is in the Mexico car scene where Malia says she'd come back for Stiles.

Now, any of these things individually you could say are just friendship things - and you'd be correct. Above everything, they are friends. Probably best friends. But their bond goes so much deeper than that. Both of them needed that basis of friendship before they could fall into a truly deep love for each other - and that's what we see in season 6.

So yeah, I'm not sure where people are getting the idea that it was out of the blue. It's clearly been built up over seasons and while it *could* have stayed as just very good friends, that wasn't the story they were telling. I'll concede that s6 was kind screwed up because of DOB's filming and injuries but it still wasn't out of the blue.

#teen wolf #stydia

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chickensoup-4-mysoul · 2 years ago

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herculean (drrr x f!reader) - chapter 3

chapter 3 - Mirror Mirror

synopsis: You wake up in an unfamiliar apartment, your last memory being a flying traffic sign headed straight towards you. Waiting for you to awaken is an odd doctor and an even odder...bartender?

word count: 2,543

author's note: a double upload since these chapters are pretty short!

warnings: N/A

"always needed attention i've always needed a friend cure as a mean to prevention i wish i had more to prevent,, me, myself, and i - raleigh ritchie

.....lia......

...m....ly........

..n..c..a.......

.......(Y/N)!

You practically swallow a gust of air as if for the first time in hours. An insistent chill alerts you of the sweat that's collected on your back. You sit up from your position on what seems to be a couch. As your vision begins to focus, your heart drops at the sight of unfamiliar surroundings.

The apartment is much smaller than yours, but it's nice. The walls are a gray marble pattern, accented by dark wooden floors and furniture. Beside the front door was a small kitchen...

"Shit... Shinra! She's awake!"

You shout in fear at the realization that someone is in the room with you. Grabbing the nearest thing to you--a couch cushion--you hurl it at them.

"S-stay away from me! My father will look for me if I go missing! Lay a finger on me and so help me, I will--!"

"Woah, calm down, dammit, I'm not gonna hurt--"

He's cut off by another cushion to the face.

"What's going on in here?" Another man enters the room.

You shriek this time. Oh my god, you've been kidnapped. You've seen it on TV. These men kidnapped you and now they were gonna torture you and then stuff you into a suitcase and leave you on the streets...

The other man was wearing a doctor's coat.

....Oops.

You suddenly remember where you were before you got here. That traffic sign must have rocked your world, and now you were in a hospital.

"Shizuo, you don't even know this girl!? You've scared her senseless!" The man in the labcoat carefully kneels in front of you. His face is friendly, smiling in an attempt to soothe your nerves. "I'm Dr. Kishitani. You were hurt a couple hours ago and Shizuo brought you to me to help you."

His glasses and coat, reminding you of your father, are comforting. You try to regain your composure, hoping this wasn't some elaborate ruse and that you could actually trust this man. What a strange hospital this was.

"I-I'm sorry...I was frightened. Thank you for helping me."

"Well, no need to thank me. I didn't need to do much!"

You're confused by his statement, but a movement from behind him draws your attention. The other man stood up from a chair across from you. He begins to approach you but appears to psyche himself out, maintaining a distance.

"Are you...okay...?" The way that he's avoiding eye contact, gaze glued to his feet and hands stuffed into his pockets, reminds you of an elementary schooler being forced to apologize.

Also--he's dressed like a bartender? And he's blonde. And also wearing sunglasses inside.

"I feel fine." You answer. It's not that bright in here, you want to say. They're stylish, you guess, but that's a faux pas.

"Good."

You're staring at each other now. You wonder what color his eyes are, what it would be like to truly sit under his naked stare.

He's handsome.

THAT was an intrusive thought.

Dr. Kishitani clears his throat in attempt to break the awkward silence.

"Well, um...I'm gonna get you a few things, now that you're awake. Sit tight!"

He practically teleports away. The blonde glares at the spot where his friend used to be.

"So...your name is Shizuo?"

"...Yes."

"Well, Shizuo...thank you for bringing me here." You honestly don't know why a complete stranger would do this, or why he seemed to bring you to a friend instead of a normal hospital, but you were alright now, so you couldn't complain.

"Don't mention it."

And then it was silent again. You both sat there, staring at each other for what felt like an eternity. However, looking at Shizuo, you could tell he wanted to say something, opening his mouth before quickly clamping it shut. Finally, he seems to work up the courage.

"You're....When did you find...h-how long have you been--."

"I'm baaaaack!" Dr. Kishitani ascends from his place of escape, carrying a glass of water and various pill bottles on a small tray. He sets it down in front of you, ignoring Shizuo's glower. "I know you feel fine, but here's a little pick me up, just in case!"

You gratefully accept the painkillers, swallowing them down with a drink of water. As you move, you notice the lack of first aid on your body. Save for two kitten patterned bandaids on the backs of your forearms, the rest of you had been untouched.

"Are you sure I won't need any other kinds of treatment, that sign came at me really fast..."

Dr. Kishitani glances at Shizuo, whose brow furrows.

"Hmmm, nope! Unless you want to sport more of these really cute band-aids, you're good to go!"

"Well, you're the doctor. Thank you again, Dr. Kishitani--"

"Shinra's fine!"

"Shinra, okay. Thank you. I don't know what your rates are, but I'll let my father know what you've done for me and he'll contact you regarding your payment."

"Don't worry about it. I've got it covered."

You turn to Shizuo in bewilderment. It's not a problem, you try to explain, your father has no qualms with supporting you financially.

"No, I insist."

"Don't bother trying to persuade him, he's not budging." Shinra chimes in, almost amused by the domestic nature of the argument.

You sigh. Guess there's no use then. You thank him again, but he shrugs it off. It's obvious that you've overstayed your welcome by now. Shinra let's you keep the painkillers. You tuck it into the pocket of your bag and go to leave the front door.

"Wait!" Shizuo's sudden outburst startled you. It was the most energetic he had been since you woke up. "W-What's your name...?"

You barely hold back your laughter in an attempt to avoid bruising his ego.

"(Y/N) Brigall. It was nice meeting you both!" With that, you shut the door behind you, eager to remove yourself from the strange situation.

...

"Wow, Shizuo, no wonder you don't have a girlfriend! You're so awkward!"

Shinra expects the usual flare in anger from his longlived friend, however, Shizuo is obviously distracted. "...You're that focused on it, huh...? Looks like you're not that alone, afterall!"

At those words, the words that had been echoing in his had for the past few hours, Shizuo sighed. Not alone. It was embarassing, how well Shinra could read him--how obvious his fixation was.

"Thanks for doing that for me...I owe you."

"It's what Celty would have wanted me to do!"

Shizuo scoffs at the statement, but does nothing to question it. If he had really done damage, if he had hurt an innocent bystander, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.

"Still... Brigall. I can't help but feel like I've heard that name before...." Shinra scratches his chin, deep in thought, "Hm... nah! Can't be anything important."

He wanted to talk to her--get to know her more, he thought. But he was terrible at talking. He wouldn't be surprised if he scared her off. She acted like a normal young woman, what would she want to do with him...? Maybe he was foolish...

Maybe he was being foolish to think that he may have found somebody that was like him.

...

That was weird that was weird that was weird good GOD that was weird--

Following the GPS on your phone, you scurried as far as you could from the apartment building. It was now transitioning later into the evening, the sky painted purples and oranges by the descending sun. You really had slept the day away.

It was shocking how sprightly you were after apparently having undergone such a debilitating incident. You didn't remember much besides the image of a traffic sign shooting rapidly in your direction. Your hands ran absentmindedly over your forearms, caressing the cute band-aids there and pressing on them curiously. Maybe someone had saved you at the last minute, and you fainted from the shock. That would explain the lack of injuries.

Well, now you were frustrated. Your first full day in Ikebukuro hadn't gone exactly as you planned thanks to that little debacle. Still, you were glad that you were okay, at least.

"...Hey!! We have got to stop running into each other like this!"

Someone has pulled up next to you on the sidewalk. Hanging outside of a van window is none other than Erika, shouting and waving her arms like she's not literally two feet away in front of you. The sight of a friendly face does wonders for your spirits.

"Erika!" You exclaim happily, trotting up to the window. To your joy, the rest of the gang is there as well. They must be connected at the hip. "Hey, you guys!"

"We were just headed out for dinner, care to join us?" Kyohei offers. Quite frankly, your heart soars. Erika opens the door for you and you crawl in next to her.

"Don't mind if I do! Where are we headed?" You catch a glimpse of Kyohei's grin in the rearview mirror.

"Place is called Russia's Sushi. Don't know if you've heard of it."

"Hmmm, doesn't ring a bell..." you jest. You're cut off by the sound of your own stomach and you realize that you haven't eaten since your lovely sweet bun from that afternoon.

"Geez, pedal to the metal before she starves to death!" Walker jokes. That makes you laugh.

You were thankful for them, and the way they could make you forget about your chaotic day so quickly.

"Well, if it isn't Bossman Kadota! Good to see you again!" Instead of his initial position outside, handing out fliers, Simon is inside the restaurant, waiting tables and greeting customers as they enter. As he ushers the group inside, he notices you and smiles. "Ah, friend! I see you are settling in nice, yes?"

You return his smile, now used to his intimidating nature. You follow the rest of the gang's lead as they remove their shoes. A bit of embarrassment swells in your chest at the sight of your polka dotted socks next to everyone else's normal gray socks. Kyohei, probably having done this many times before, leads you all to a separate room where a table resides.

You plop down on one of the cushions next to Erika, who you notice has taken off her cap. Her hair is in a sort of french braid, gathered to the side.

"You're hair is so cute, Erika!" you all but squeal, excited at this pleasant revelation. The flush on her face is surprising--you didn't peg her for the easily flustered sort--but not unwelcome.

The sight of Kyohei sitting across from you, however, has your own face feeling a little hot. The man had removed his beanie, revealing a slicked back head of hair. His brows are bold, sharpening the intensity of his gaze. The way that beanie had aged him was criminal. He didn't look nearly as old as you thought he was, only in his early to mid twenties. Yeah, that's one good looking man right there.

Someone clears their throat and you realize that it's Kyohei, having noticed your prolonged attention on him. You...knock your silverware off of the table so you don't have to make eye contact with anyone for a minute.

Simon, bless his soul, saves you when he brings tea to your table and takes your order (you don't hear what Kyohei orders over the sound of your own internal screaming). Eager to taste the herbal liquid, you lift the cup to your lips and take a sip. The steam has a pleasant scent and soothes your nerves. When you look up from your cup, Saburo is staring at you, wide-eyed.

"How can you even touch that? Shit's piping hot!" You look around at the others and notice that no one else has touched theirs. Oh no, was this a custom thing? Were you supposed to wait??

"R-really? Mine's fine, maybe Simon put ice in it or something..." The others glanced at your semi-drank cup, steaming just as much as everyone else's.

"So, (Y/N), how was your first 24 hours in Ikebukuro?" Erika asks.

"It was certainly something! Made some friends with a couple of high school students. This really cute boy and girl with glasses--definitely crushing on each other--and this really silly blonde kid. They were a fun group." Walker and Erika glance at each other. They're definitely doing that thing where they communicate telepathically.

"We know those guys!" Walker reveals and Erika nods in agreement.

"Oh, you do? Their names may ring a bell. Anri, Mikado, and..."

"Masaomi." Your heart almost drops at Kyohei's tone. It's not contemptuous, no... but it carried weight. It's startling how quickly the mood seems to change. All four them are exchanging looks now and you feel kinda left out.

In comes Simon and you're starting to suspect that he's eavesdropping with the way that he arrives at the most convenient times. He places a plate of...interesting food in front of you. "I made sure to prepare the best assortment... for first time!" You smile gratefully at the man. He really was a kind guy!

"Thanks! Looks great!"

At first you try to use the chopsticks provided to you, but you quickly realize that everyone else is eating with their hands and that you look stupid. The flavor is... unique to say the least, but your tray is still empty in a matter of minutes.

"Oh, and that wasn't the only thing," you continue once everybody was finished, "You guys warned me about 'headless riders' and 'vicious slashings', but you didn't say anything about flying traffic signs!"

Kyohei stares at you incredulously. "Flying...traffic signs?"

You go on to explain your time in the park, and how there was suddenly this skinny guy in a fur jacket--very stylish, you had to add--and he's parkouring it all over the place. Then, an entire traffic sign comes hurtling at you, out of nowhere! You don't know exactly what happened after, you tell them. You then describe how you woke up in some weird doctor's apartment where you met this bartender blonde who--get this-- wore sunglasses inside.

Everyone is gawking at you now. Self consciousness quickly wins you over, and you laugh sheepishly at your little spiel.

"Sorry...that does sound really made up, huh? I'd get it if you didn't believe me."

"No...no we believe you," Kyohei sighs, rubbing his temples. Had you done something to upset him..?

"There was a fight between them today, wasn't there...? Wow, I can't believe you managed to get caught up in the middle of that! That's, like, peak main character energy right there!" You have no idea what Walker is talking about.

"Fight...? 'Them'? Who's 'them'?"

"Izaya Orihara and Shizuo Heiwajima." Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise at the names that leave Saburo's mouth.

Shizuo...?? And that other guy...

The sound of that roaring battlecry echoed in your head and you remembered how it had almost sounded like a name to you.

So Shizuo was somehow involved in all of that? You had thought he had been a random bystander? He had been so docile when you first met him, could he really be that vicious? And if that dark-haired man was Izaya...

Was it Shizuo that had hit you?

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Love hurts

Chapter 59

Word count:3314

Warnings:smut ,pnv , creampie, and other 18 plus related topics so NO MINORS !!!🔞

November 5

A few days had gone by since the incident at the trailer park and the police still haven't found out who it was,apparently they had no clue as to who it was.

But Eddie and Dani knew damn well they weren't even trying to find out who did it .They knew they were covering it just like everything else that happens in this town.

Liam had gotten a good lawyer for Eddie and Dani but they didn't feel like fighting for something that they knew they weren't going to win.They were so tired of being treated as criminals and right now they were both so weak to fight but their family wasn’t and they were going to fight for them no matter what it took.They where going to find whoever destroyed Eddie’s and Dani’s home.

Hopper was the one who kept interviewing everyone at the trailer park looking for answers as to who would do such awful things .

But everyone's story was the same. They heard breaking glass and the smell of smoke. They thought it was something normal because shit like that happens there all The time.Until the fire got worse.

There was one person that saw some people running wearing black hoodies and a face mask covering their faces so they had no clue as to whom it was.Or if they were a male or female .

Hopper was trying his best to help Eddie and Dani out but he ended up in a dead end.

Today he was going back to the trailer park with Eddie and Dani to accompany them. They were gonna see what was left of their home whatever they could salvage.At least clothes because they were left without nothing only with the clothes they were wearing that night.

They had left them without nothing ,no clothes ,no shoes ,Lyrics clothes were burned as well all their belongings were burned .Even the extra diapers they had were burned.Dani was left with a destroyed car that was considered a total loss.Eddies van was in the shop he didn’t want to let go Of it .He had made so much memories there and he couldn’t just lose his van.

Both Dani and Eddie wondered how people could be so viled.

"You ready ?" Eddie asked Dani,he had just parked in front of their old home .

"Yeah ." She responded, opening the door to Eddie's car.

They both got down holding each other's hands walking inside the trailer .Hopper was already waiting for them inside .He had arrived 30 minutes earlier to check the place out and to make sure no one had vandalized it even more .

"Hey Hops." Eddie greeted Hopper .

"Hey kid, how are you holding ?"

"Had better days ." Eddie responded, putting his hands in his front pockets of his jeans while he watched Dani walk around the trailer picking up stuff from the floor .

"How is she holding ?" Hopper asked, looking at Dani who had walked over to her old room.

"Better ,we actually got an apartment in Indianapolis and will be moving at the end of December. I want to finish this semester here in Hawkins." Eddie told Hopper.

The move to Indianapolis was something they weren't expecting especially knowing Dani was building a house here in Hawkins but after what had happened she put the house up for sale hoping it sold fast .She didn't want nothing to do with this town.

Also Eddie had accepted the job he was offered at Liam's and Dani's company he didn't know what the fuck he was going to do but Liam told him it would be like an internship to help Eddie decided for his career.Plus the pay was good better than being a mechanic and he would get to work by Dani's side in the same office because Dani was going to work at the office being that she was going to be closer to the company.

Eddie never thought of going into business. I mean he always dreamed of being a rockstar but that dream was put on hold for the moment .To concentrate on his studies.

He knew he wanted to be an English teacher or a drama teacher but the more Liam would tell

Him about their company got him even more excited .It sounded so easy how Liam made it sound.

Liam would tell him they needed people like Eddie who were motivated and the pay was great, but was it something Eddie wanted ?

"That's great kid ." Hopper said, getting Eddie out of his thoughts .

"Yeah ." He nodded "I'm going to

Go check on Dani ." Eddie pointed with his thumb.

"Yeah ,sure kid I'll keep watch here ." With that Eddie went to check on Dani who was standing in front of their closet looking through the mess they left behind.

"Hey baby ." Eddie wrapped his arms from behind and rested his chin on Dani's shoulder .

"Hi Ed's." She said softly, holding two shirts in her hands.

"The only thing they left us ." She told Eddie, showing him an Iron Maiden tee and a Metallica tee that belonged to Eddie .

The rest of the clothes were burned as well, all of Dani's and Eddie's memories burn with everything .

"They burned everything ." Dani choked

"It's ok baby we have each other and that's all it matters ." Eddie pecks Dani's cheek .

"I love you ." Dani whispered to Eddie

"I love you too Sweetheart ."

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November 17

Today was the day Eddie has been waiting for the longest .A few days ago Dani had the appointment that cleared her that she was good to exercise and to be intimate .

Eddie felt like it had been years since he was intimate with Dani. He felt he was going to blow as soon as the tip touched her entrance .Or just by Dani kissing him..

Just thinking about it made him hard.Plus they hadn't done anything sexual in weeks because Eddie open his mouth saying he wanted to wait for Dani to be able to have sex and now here he was like a kid in Christmas morning ready to open his present waiting for Dani to get ready to go out to there date tonight .

If it were for him he would skip the dinner and take her straight to the hotel .But he wanted to make everything romantic for Dani .

And tonight they had that opportunity finally. Eddie was going to be able to take Dani out on a real Date to a Real restaurant and that was thanks to their realtor who called to let them know they had a new apartment for them to see and that's how they ended up in Indianapolis.To night they where staying at a hotel close by there new apartment .It was a beautiful 3 bedroom apartment two story apartment it had a yard it was small but it was still big enough to have people over .

Dani fell in love with the apartment instantly and left the deposit and December's rent in advance .It was everything they wanted and more .

It was way over Eddie's budget but Dani said it was ok that they can help each other. That's what couples were supposed to do .Not the bullshit that just because you were a man you had to pay for everything .That marriage meant to help each other, to be equal .That when one of them needed help the other would be there for each other no matter what ..

Eddie was too lost in thoughts staring out the window of the hotel looking at the city below them the cars passing by the sound of the sirens .It was a

Noisy night.

Indianapolis was way different than Hawkins .

But he knew they were going to be ok here ,he knew know one was going to treat them differently here .

Eddie looked down at his phone to check the time wondering what’s taking Dani so much but what he doesn’t know was that Dani Been ready for the longest time staring at herself in the mirror wondering when Hawkins had become so evil to their own people.

She still couldn't forget what they did to their home ,how they destroyed everything they owned .Hopper still couldn’t find who did it .Daninwas starting to lose hope and all she wanted was for December to get here to move from Hawkins.

She didn't understand why people hated her so much.

She didn't understand what Eddie had done for people to treat them that way they did .

But all she knew was that soon they would be leaving that awful town to never come back .

She was also glad that her mother took them back without a doubt .Without even thinking about it .She welcomed them with open arms.

She was so thankful for that.

Dani hoped she could bring her mother and brother with her .But she already knew the answer to that .

So to thank her she had other plans for her but she wasn't going to reveal them to her until Christmas.

Dani stood for a few minutes staring at herself even more .Looking down at the outfit she was wearing Eddie had chosen it for her even the shoes .

She smiled .

It was a red velvet dress that felt soft on her body and the shoes were black combat boots that were platforms.

Dani was surprised when she opened the box and saw the shoes because she knew how much Eddie hated her wearing high heels .But Dani knew Eddie was just trying to make her feel better after everything they had been through and she loved him for that .

Knock knock knock

"Sweetheart, is everything ok?"

Dani turned to look at the closed door of the restroom hearing Eddie's voice from the other side.

Was she ok ?

She asked herself .

"Yes ."she responded and put on the fake smile she has kept all these months for Eddie so he wouldn't worry about her .

The fake smile only Steve knew about .

She opened the door to the restroom and Eddie was standing there looking at Dani worriedly but his expression changed when he saw his girl.

"Wow ,you look beautiful darling ."Eddie took a hold of Dani's hand and spun her around to admire her outfit .

"Thank you ." Dani smiled

"You don't look too bad yourself Munson." She flirted, fixing the button of Eddie's shirt ."One might say you look good to eat ." She smiled that toothy grin making Eddie want to cum right there and then.

"You can't talk to me like that sweetheart ,not after we haven't had sex in so long ." He groaned in Dani's ear sending shivers down her spine .

Dani closes her eyes, enjoying the moment, remembering this moment and forgetting about everything going on around her .

Eddie placed small kisses on Dani's neck savoring her taste in his lips .But he knew he had to stop because he had a date plan for his beautiful fiancée.

"We should gulp really be going." Eddie said pulling away from Dani's neck .Fuck if he didn't have all this date planned he would have stayed locked in her neck on her lips on her body .But he wanted to take out his beautiful girl out like she deserved .

Dani opened her eyes half lidded and just nodded .

"Let's go ." She breathed .

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Eddie and Dani decided to go walking to the restaurant which wasn't far away from the hotel.plus the weather was nice tonight not too cold nor too warm it was just perfect .

They both walked hand and hand for the first time In Public,This was something new for them and they actually like it .It felt right to both of them both at the same time they were both nervous but then they remembered .

Knowone knew about them here .Know one knew that Dani was Eddie's teacher .But somehow Eddie was still nervous for the first time ever he was able to finally show off Dani .But he was nervous to ruin this date he wanted everything to be perfect .He wanted to make special for Dani and for him .

"You think we should call my mom and make sure the kids are ok ?"Dani asked getting Eddie out of his thoughts he wasn't going to lie , the same thought cross his mind ,but he knew Nate and lyric where safe with Mrs.Henderson plus uncle

Wayne was spending the night there at the Henderson's to watch over everyone.

"Baby ,they're fine ." Eddie turned to face Dani cupping her face.

"Ok." Dani said breathlessly somehow feeling nervous about the pda .Then remembering they weren't in Hawkins so she leaned in and closed the small Gap between her and Eddie .Making the fire burning between her legs burn even more .

"Fuck ."Eddie said softly in between kisses

"What if we skip dinner and go for dessert ." Dani whispered for only him to hear .Realizing they were on the sidewalk with people passing by watching them make out .

"Y-you sure ?" Eddie questioned

"I have the keys to the apartment ." She smiled,”I’m more than sure .”

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As soon as the door opens to the apartment there’s a fumbling of clothes being thrown all over the place.The sounds of lips smacking together there moaning echoing the empty apartment .

Dani was the one to pull away first leaving Eddie flustered, lips swollen and stained red with her lipstick hair messy and panting looking at Dani like a prey looking at their meal .

Dani slowly took off her dress leaving her in only panties .She wasn’t wearing a bra today .Eddie's eyes widened and gulp.No words coming out of his mouth.

Dani seductively took off her panties, throwing them to Eddie who caught them and instantly brought them up to his nose to smell Them.

“Weirdo.”Dani Chuckled.

Eddie felt nervous looking at Dani completely naked in front of him.He couldn’t move, he couldn’t say a word .

He was just admiring her perfect body that drove him crazy, panties still on his hand.

“Are you going to stand there all night or all you going to fuck me ?” Without another said Eddie took of his pants fumbling until he was completely naked standing in front of Dani .He slowly walked over to Dani ,who was already staring at him .She couldn’t stop staring at those doe eyes .Those fucking eyes that drive her crazy .

Eddie was so close to Dani that she could feel his breath on her face but Eddie wasn’t doing anything he wouldn’t speak either. It's like Eddie had stopped functioning properly.Then he slowly moved his hand to Dani’s hips feeling the soft skin under his calloused fingers .

“Kiss me Munson.” Dani closes the gap giving feather-like kisses to Eddie’s lips and Eddie closes his eyes and slowly kisses Dani back his tongue swiped along her bottom lip and Dani was quick to open her mouth to let him in,teeth crashing tongues tangling .Heavy breathing .was the sounds that echo in the apartment.

Shit .

Eddie didn’t know if he was going to make it pass, kissing or foreplay .

“Fuck .” He groaned this was too fucking much he needed to do something fast .

So he pulled away from

Dani leaving her feeling empty .

He fumbled with his shirt laying it down on the floor for Dani to lay down .

“Lay down .” He managed to say ,But Dani didn't hear what he was saying. She was too lost staring at Eddie's rock hard cock that was standing up and proud .

“What ?” Eddie asked, feeling a bit insecure.

He looked down at himself thinking maybe he had something or maybe Dani didn’t like his cock anymore or maybe it has shrunk ,is that even possible ?

He thought

“Look how hard you are and we haven’t even done anything.”

Eddie didn’t say anything. He was shocked by the way Dani was tonight .She had never been this way with him and somehow he was loving it .

“C’mere pretty boy.” Dani said seductively and Eddie listened without a doubt.He was about to kiss Dani but she stopped him by putting her hand on his chest stopping him then signaling with her head to lay down.

Tonight she was in charge .

“But.” Dani shut him up by putting her index finger on his lips .

Eddie did as he was told and lay down flat on his shirt using his pants as a pillow .

Dani crawled over to Eddie who was already staring at Dani with mouth agape .He had no idea what had happened to his sweet Dani .But he was loving what was happening right in front of him .

“Is this all for me ?” Dani asked, wrapping her hand around his cocks, making Eddie whimper .

“Y-yeah .”he stuttered his breathing became labored

“All for me .” Dani moaned slowly moving her hand up and down Eddie’s cock.

“Please .” Eddie whimpered

“Please what baby ?” Dani asked, still stroking his hard cock .

“I need your mouth .” He stuttered

“Is that so .” Dani smiled, continuing stroking his cock watching as Eddie’s eyes closed with pleasure and biting his bottom lip.He was in heaven right now .

“Jesus Christ .” Eddie opens his eyes to watch Dani stroking his cock watching as she spreads the pre cum around the tip of his cock .He could feel himself getting closer ..

It was embarrassing how close he was .

“S-stop.” He managed to say “close .” He said, closing his eyes, imagining things to help him relax .

Cute puppies

Baby kittens

“Eddie .” Dani said seductively

Nope

That voice is not

Helping..

“Open your eyes .” Eddie did as he was told ,he watched as Dani climbed on top of him and slowly sank down his cock .Both letting out a moan as she sank down completely .Eddie's hands went to Dani’s waist holding her in place he wasn’t ready for her to move at least not yet .

“Tell me when to move .” Dani bit her lip ,she felt so full she missed the stretch that Eddie’s cock gave her.

Not being able to have sex with him for so long was torture.

“Move .” Eddie finally said ,and Dani started moving in a slow circular motion making Eddie’s eyes roll to The back of his head and mouth open with pleasure.

He felt Like he was being possessed by some kind demon and that demon was Dani and he was ok with that.

Eddie grip Dani’s thighs helping her move even faster this was driving Dani out of control moaning like

Never before . Eddie opened his eyes to see the perfect view of Dani's tits bouncing ,her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her mouth half agape.

Everything about her was perfect .

Eddie’s eyes remained on Dani who started bouncing on his cock up and down faster now .It was beautiful she was beautiful ..

“Fuck,you look so beautiful on top of me .”he said ,eyes on her face watching the faces she made .He love watching how he made her feel .

“Mmm.” Was all Dani said she was too lost at the moment.

“Shit ,shit ,st-top.” Was all Eddie said before he was cumming inside Dani filling her up Dani Following right after him.

They were both in a blissful moment until they heard a voice .

“Miss.Henderson?” Dani and Eddie both got up covering themselves thinking someone had come into the apartment but they looked around both sweaty and panting. Nobody was around .

Then once again they heard Dani’s name being called.Then they started Looking for where the voice was coming and both gasped when they saw the camera that was in the corner of the room.

“Shit ,shit ,shit .”Eddie fumbled, getting their clothes from the floor .

“Forgot to Mention cameras are not coming off till next week .”

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