#WOULD LOVE IT IF MY DARLING DEAREST WOULD STOP THREATENING

[princesssarcastia]

what if we made laptops that didn't heat up when we played video games. what then.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dear Y/N

My dearest darling,

my heart flutters at the very thought of you. You are like a drug that has taken over my mind, body, and soul. I cannot stand to be apart from you, even for a moment. The very thought of you with someone else makes me want to vomit. You are mine, and mine alone. If I cannot have you, then no one can. I dream about you day and night, my darling. You are the last thing on my mind when I sleep, and you are the first thing I think of in the morning. The mere thought of you makes my heart skip a beat. I can't go a moment without thinking about you, and I dream of holding you in my arms forever.

Your smile is like the sun, my darling, and your laugh is like music to my ears. I would do anything, and I mean anything, to make you mine. I would kill for you, I would die for you, and I would sacrifice everything and everyone for you. I know I may seem obsessive, but I just can't help it. You are everything to me. You are like a drug to me, my love. I'm completely addicted to you. You have consumed my mind and body, and I'm powerless to resist you. I can't help but think about you all the time, everywhere I go. The thought of you with someone else drives me absolutely insane. I would do anything to keep you all to myself. You're mine. Your scent is intoxicating and addictive. I find myself wanting to be closer to you always just so I can smell the sweet perfume that I know belongs to you. I want to hold you close and bury my face in your hair, just to feel the way your body feels against mine.

I watch over you at all times, my precious darling. I know where you are at all times, and I keep a watchful eye on you. I would do anything for you, to keep you happy and safe. I would kill for you, my love. If anyone threatens your safety, just say the word and I will destroy them. My feelings for you are beyond intense. Every fiber of my being aches to be with you. I want to touch you, hold you, and make you mine. Your body is like a work of art, and I would do anything to possess you. I want to feel your skin against mine, and I want to know every inch of your body. I am obsessed with every little thing about you. I love the way you look, and the way you talk. I can tell when you're feeling even the slightest bit of sadness, and I want to fix it. I want to take all of your pain away. You are my everything. You are the air I breathe, the food I eat. You are my world, my darling.

I can't stand the thought of you with any other man. The very idea of it makes my blood boil. You are mine and mine alone, my darling. If anyone tries to take you away from me, I will not hesitate to put them six feet underground. I don't care who it is, no one will keep us apart. You are my obsession, my love, my everything. And I will stop at nothing to keep you by my side. I know everything about you, my darling. I know your fears, your desires, your dreams. I know every curve and freckle on your body. I know your favorite food, the music you listen to, the movies you watch. I know everything about you, and I love every part of what makes you who you are. I'm hopelessly obsessed with you, and I'd be lost without you. I think about what it would be like to spend the rest of my life with you. I picture us in a cozy apartment together, waking up next to you in bed every morning. I imagine us going on dates, watching movies, and cooking together. I imagine us growing old together, with grey hair and all, but every bit as in love as the first day we met. I can't imagine a life without you, my love, because you are my world.

I would give up everything for you, my love. My friends, my family, my life. You are the only thing that matters to me. If you were to ask me to jump off a cliff, I would do it without question, just to please you. You are the center of my universe, the sun that my world revolves around. I would do anything to make you happy, to see your beautiful smile. I'm always thinking about you, my love. My mind is constantly consumed by you, and there's nothing I can do to change it. I dream about our future together, how we'll live, where we'll go, when we'll get married. When I close my eyes, I see your face, your smile, your eyes. I hear your laugh, and I imagine myself holding you in my arms. You consume my every thought, my darling. I know it's unhealthy, my love, but I can't help myself. I'm addicted to you. Just the sound of your voice makes me shiver, and the sight of your face causes me to lose my breath. I ache to touch you, to hold you, to feel your skin against mine. You drive me absolutely insane, darling. And I love it.

I fantasize about you all the time, darling. I imagine what it would be like to be with you, to hold you in my arms, to feel your touch against my body. Just the thought of it drives me insane, and I ache with desire for you. My heart skips a beat just thinking about it. You are the only thing that matters in my world, darling. Everyone and everything else is meaningless without you. I am completely and utterly at your mercy, and I wouldn't want it any other way. I am completely and utterly devoted to you, and I'll do anything to make you happy. My entire purpose is to make you smile, to make you laugh, to make you feel loved. You are my world, my darling. I long for your touch, darling. I crave the feel of your skin, your hair, your lips. I long to feel your body against mine, to run my fingers through your hair, to kiss you until we're both dizzy. I dream about holding you in my arms, feeling your heart beat against mine. The sheer thought of you drives me insane, my love.

I can't concentrate on anything else, darling. You fill my thoughts, my dreams, my every moment. I find myself constantly checking my phone for your messages, and my heart leaps when I see your name pop up. I long for your attention, my love. Without you, I'm lost. You are my anchor, my guiding light, my everything. I need you, darling. I need to hear your voice, to hear you say my name. I need to see your smile, to feel your touch. I need you, as much as I need air to breathe, food to eat, and water to drink. I'm addicted to you, my darling. I need you like a drug, like a lifeline. Without you, I'm nothing. You are my reason for being, my purpose in life. Nothing else matters but you. You are my world, my darling. You are all I think about, all I dream about. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't concentrate on anything except you. I'm completely and utterly obsessed with you, my love. I can't get you out of my head, no matter how hard I try. You consume me, and I love it. I'm hopelessly devoted to you, my darling, and I'll do anything to make you happy.

In conclusion, my dearest darling, I am completely and utterly smitten by you. You are everything to me. I live for you, I breathe for you, I dream about you. You are my world, my purpose, my everything. Without you, I am lost. I am yours, body and soul. I love you more than words can say, and I hope that one day you'll feel the same for me.

Yours eternally, your devoted Jason.

[sashiavi]

I tried to go through all your post to see if you ever did an animal for Elliot!

Just wondering if you came up for an animal for him. I love all your writings about the sdv hybrids so i would love to see what you come up with.

I’ve been thinking about Elliot as an animal but i think he would be good as a fox (the hair) or maybe even selkie since he lives on the beach

anyways love your work! <3

Hybrid!Elliott - What Suits Him Best?

Ahh it's true I haven't gotten anything for Elliott yet </3 I think I really struggle to capture him/embody the features I want to push within a narrative, but-! For You, my Dearest Anon~ let's try a little deep dive~

I've never truly sat down to appreciate him, and I do feel a little bad, he's so darling and handsome ♡

A Fox would suit him quite nice I think, a little quiet, reserved and out of the way - very intelligent and timid, but definitely opens up with time ♡

Sort of thinking of the characteristics of a fox, he is quite ambitious but I don't particularly see him as a trickster.. But he is so darling and cute, doing his best to keep his nipping fangs to himself, tail swishing behind him as he silently accompanies you back to the farm after a long Friday Night...

There's a glint in his eye, a flick of greeny-bronze shined by the firelight of your living room. Oh how darling you look beneath him, face down, ass up- his clawed hands delicately threatening to peirce into your skin, little fangs grazing your neck, nose scenting the supple spot behind your ear..

I also think a Bunny or a Hare would fit him too! Mostly because of the imagery of the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland hehe ~ So proper and well dressed!

With that, I like the idea of him really, really trying to keep himself in check, not letting those silly secondary instincts roll over him and push past his manners.

But it's hard to hide when his tall and fluffy ear twitches, his cotton tail wags behind his coat- his dress shoe tap, tap, taps against the ground in an impatient thump - an action he didn't mean, truly! He can't help the poor ache behind his trouser seam, the sting of his belt buckle digging into his navel~

Bunny stamina is truly no joke! Elliott's hips snap and fuck, humping quick little pushes of his drooly cock into you~ Yoba, he slips out and barely even realises, silly hips still continuing their squirming, pudgy bunny tip knocking lovingly into your clit over and over.

And finally~ I think he could also be a Deer!Hybrid. A mature buck, aged finely, oh so gentle and doting, so caring and especially protective.

He would take such extra special care of his antlers, looking so clean and proper, preened in his appearance, always looking to elegant and put together. He is still quite the weary man, of course, but his efforts help him gain up the courage to approach you.

As timid and shy as deer come, it doesn't stop Elliott from mounting you, using the thick blessing between his legs to sweetly bully into your sweetness. His forearms rest above your head, his neck bared to your face, keeping you nice and caged in, protected from his antlers, from his urge to nip, from the outside of the sweet little space he'd created.

Rest assured his sweet Deer tail wags with joy, spotted back arching as your nails dig sweetly into his skin. It's okay... Of course you can cling on to his burly shoulders, wrap your thighs around his spotted hips, just helps him push his thick Buck cock into your little cunt ♡

Also random? Whenever I think of the SDV Bachelors as monster boys I always picture Elliott as a centaur hehe

Some Elliot Food ♡ I hope I could deliver well!

[scuttlingcrab]

A provocative lil WIP

Idk why I'm so embarassed, but currently working on my first ever smutty piece of Emmrich/Rook and wanted to share lmao. Not sure when I'll be done, but hoping for this to be some light erotica filled with plot and feelings and maybe a few laughs. Who knows how it'll end lol.

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It was love that covered Rook’s heart in an icy glaze, causing it to harden and fall to the pit of her stomach, where it would shatter into a million tiny pieces. Love was a force of nature, a black storm cloud growing in the distance, threatening to strip her down to her very core—the gusts of wind scattering her remains like ashes across the Waking Sea. Love was unpredictable, as untouchable as a wisp. When she was on the cusp of grasping it, the sensation slipped through her fingertips like blood pouring from a gaping wound. Yes. Love was a lesion that would never fully heal, something she’d never be able to recover from. Rook was terrified of what it might taste like, of what it might do to her composure. But would she actually enjoy it? When it was finally hers to seize, to share? Love was…

“Rook, dearest?”

Emmrich’s voice pierced through her lingering worries, severing any other apprehensions from forming. Her gaze refocused on the man snuggled in the bed beside her, his own brown eyes devouring hers in full. They both rested on their sides, face-to-face and feet loosely entwined, their nude bodies hidden underneath silk sheets. One of Emmrich’s hands caressed the outer curves of her body, his touch ghostly, ephemeral, while the other slowly palmed her breasts—moving back and forth between the two mounds in equal measure, as he planted another delicate kiss on her lips. Rook couldn’t help but lean her hips forward, pushing her groin closer towards his frame in response to the affection. He smiled against her cheek, his breath tickling her skin like a soft summer breeze. 

“There you are, my darling—wherever did you go?” 

Rook cleared her throat, warmth surging straight to her cheeks. As if they weren’t red enough already. 

“Sorry. Just uh—just a little nervous.” 

“Ah.” Emmrich immediately stopped his movements, retracting the hand that cupped her breast. Rook nearly let out a flustering sigh at the absence of his touch, not realising how much she’d miss it. Crave it. C’mon, Rook! Get a fucking grip!

He shifted slightly, lifting himself up to his forearm. His brows twisted, a frown forming on his lips the longer he observed Rook. “Shall we conclude for this evening? There’s no need to rush on my behalf.” 

Rook bit her tongue, hiding her face in the sheets. She couldn’t bear to look at Emmrich, at what she might find staring back at her. Rook instead shivered with embarrassment, her stomach twisting in discomfort at the onslaught of memories that poked through the surface—disappointed lovers, faces that judged her body, lips that mocked her blatant lack of performance. She spoke into the sheets, hopefully loud enough for Emmrich to hear. 

“No! No, it’s OK. I want to. I do! I’m not really used to… this, Emmrich, to everything. Ugh. I’m sorry. I know I’m killing the mood. Such an idiot.”

“Utter nonsense, my darling. Please. You mustn't hide yourself, not from me.”

Rook felt a weight on her side, followed by a light squeeze—a touch from Emmrich, a consolation. 

“And, might I add, there’s absolutely nothing to apologise for, Rook. It would be my greatest honour to fulfil your every desire, but only when you are willing. I’m content to wait, to savour just your kiss, the warmth of your bosom against my flesh, if that’s what pleases you.”

Rook peaked through the top of the sheets, suppressing the urge to burrow herself further into the grave she had dug herself. She stopped, however, when she found Emmrich smiling softly at her, his expression brightening when she lowered the rest of her cover. The bloody man was so composed, patient with Rook, unnervingly loyal to not only her, but the entire team, and above all, he was kind. An attribute in Thedas’ population that was lacking in the recent months. The more Rook gaped at Emmrich, the more she believed he was truly thrust upon her from the Void itself, crafted from sheer perfection with the eddies of the Fade. It was the only logical explanation. He can’t be fucking real. No way. 

“Maker, Emmrich. You and that bloody tongue of yours.”

“Well, the tongue is one of the more powerful muscles in the body, Rook. Did you know…” Emmrich murmured, pausing to move a wayward strand of hair that had fallen in front of Rook’s face, placing it behind her ears with practiced ease. 

Rook swallowed hard, her mind fuzzy as it tried to process the expectations that lived in between the silence of each word. She cocked her head, making sure she wouldn’t miss the next thing that came out of his mouth, and all at once, Emmrich’s expression shifted into something primal, dangerous if it ever grew untamed. His brown eyes glimmered, a speck of emerald growing in the centre of his iris’, like a star—pulsing, waiting, watching. Emmrich leaned in closer, but not too close, and still, Rook inhaled sharply. His lips were a hair's breadth away from hers as he continued to tease her with this impromptu lesson on anatomy.

“It’s composed of eight, smaller muscles—making it quite pliable, versatile even, and allowing it to serve a plethora of functions. Some of which, I’m indeed quite thankful for.” 

Emmrich briefly brushed his lips against Rook’s, pulling away in one smooth movement. 

“For instance, without one’s tongue, speaking would be next to impossible. Words are paramount, they’ve aided me in escaping some rather tricky predicaments, and in turn, guided me towards more… revelatory excursions.”

His next kiss was with more fervour, parting her mouth slightly with his tongue, but like the first, he withdrew before Rook could even think about matching it.

“I…Emmrich…”

“Chewing, as well as swallowing, is essential to life itself. Without partaking in sustenance, our mortal species could never survive. Although, my dear, of all the tongue’s abilities, I’ve always been particularly fond of the gift of taste most of all. What I long—”

This time Rook didn’t wait for Emmrich. She smashed her lips against his in the only way she knew how, out of desperation and desire—all this talk of tongues and tasting and whatever else he was on the verge of going on about only increased her starvation. It was so close, Maker, right in front of her, she wanted to sample it for herself, of what she’s been dreaming of for years.

[six-eyed-samurai]

As per the results for my vote, here it is! But I never said it wasn't going to be angst~~~

Please leave a comment! It'll gimme motivation to score well in my exams swear UwU

I saw you and I just knew, one day you'd be my man. XOXO, your biggest fan.

Ryomen Sukuna was once known for his suave talent on the screen, for the thefts of more than hundreds of drama fans’ hearts everywhere, for his signature shark grin and trademark tattoos.

Ryomen Sukuna was once known for his lead role in the fantasy series Malevolent Shrine, directed by his half brother Kamo Choso, together with the uprising star Gojo Satoru.

Ryomen Sukuna was once known for the tragedy that ruined his life forever and kidnapped him within its dark, depressive grasp to never let him go and completely vanish from the public eye.

I'd kill for you, over and over, I will and could and can. XOXO, your biggest fan.

Ryomen Sukuna’s name was once known to cause crazed stampedes at any store, restaurant or mall he blessed with his presence, but now when he walked hunched and slumped into his stained sweatshirt barely anybody batted an eye at the man who was more dead than alive now.

Ryomen Sukuna's figure was formerly spotted immediately everywhere he went, especially with YOU, his dearest darling angel at his side, a magnet attracting eager, frenzied paparazzi and die hard fans. He couldn't have been more proud to show you in all your glory off to the crowd, to lay claim on you and just prove his undying love for you in front of everyone…once upon a time.

Ryomen Sukuna's expression of easy, lazy smirking from his acting days officially disappeared to be replaced by a face with an emptiness that rivaled the void and had completely forgotten any other emotion long before everyone saw the photo at his final interview on a subject he had no wish to talk about: you and your death.

I know she's hurting us, but don't worry, I've got a plan. XOXO, your biggest fan.

Ryomen Sukuna whose answer to the Jujutsu Tech Weekly’s question of what he regretted most was turning down directors Jogo and Hanami’s offer to collaborate in a movie together, but really? He regretted ever convincing you to stop hiding your secret marriage and step into the limelight with him.

Ryomen Sukuna who can boast about his natural acting talent, charisma and success with all the proof in the world to back it up, but he would never say he was one for observance, not after he missed all the signs of an obsessive, insane stalker tailing after him and his precious, pretty wife.

Ryomen Sukuna who wonders what would've happened if he had just BOTHERED to reply and open the thousands of fan letters he used to get - would he have seen the letters his so-called number one fan had sent him, seen the signs of a despairing delusional madness that drove her to start hunting them both down from the shadows? Would he have paid more attention to the way doors seemed to always be unlocked when the both of you headed home, the missing personal items, the defaced pictures online of his wife?

As they all like to say, into the fire from out of the pan. XOXO, your biggest fan.

Ryomen Sukuna's temper his frequent viewers, family and friends were more than familiar with that made itself known when he publicly threatened whoever was breaking and entering into your shared home with something more physical than lawsuits; but how was he to know she'd take it the wrong way and somehow convince herself that his wife was putting him up to it, to make his one and only out to be the villain of this imaginary love scenario between her and him, to declare herself his “saviour”?

Ryomen Sukuna's decision to move to a new, more private and secure manor by the coast was supposed to protect you from the strange unknown figure lurking outside the house and everywhere you went. Supposed to. Somehow they found out his new home address anyway, and the only one who knew it was Choso, who swore up and down he told nobody and nobody could have possibly known.

Ryomen Sukuna's management (namely, his irritated manager Kenjaku) who finally succumbed to his harsh insults and furious demands and investigated who's been following them around lately: the truth shocked everyone to the core (could it possibly EVEN be the truth?!) when Fushiguro Tsumiki was arrested.

She might bear your son but you and I will start a clan. XOXO, your biggest fan.

Ryomen Sukuna ignored all the warning signs, the final letter with the ominous words of “I'll be the one to teach you love” and the Fushiguro’s protests of her innocence in favour of announcing the big news to the press and celebrating the new beginning in his and yours romance story, this time with a new addition to the family.

Ryomen Sukuna rarely slept before, preferring to stay up late memorising lines and terrorising the crew, but now was just operating on caffeine and quick naps in his worry during your pregnancy. Did he cry when baby Yuuji was born? Yes, and in his delight - although he pretended otherwise - he never noticed that one guest at every one of his conventions with an agitated expression and a hysterical, hateful grudge against you.

Ryomen Sukuna thought the business with his crazy fan stopped when he had his loyal Uraume taking care of his family on the rare occasions you didn't insist on coming to watch him work and hired a secretary to go through and filter all his letters, or maybe he was just preoccupied with watching Yuuji grow up and showering you with all the love his rough, rugged self could give…because he certainly didn't notice the new “security cameras” being set up at his house.

What a fatal mistake.

We'll be alone eventually, a couple and no longer a ban. XOXO, your biggest fan.

Ryomen Sukuna who staggered back and nearly killed the messenger when he heard the news, who raged internally against whatever cruel god had decided to deal him this fate: you and Yuuji had somehow disappeared when driving back from the park and even though police searched high and low you both were nowhere to be found.

Ryomen Sukuna whose world shattered when the two most important people in the world to him were declared dead. Despite Choso’s frantic persuausion and attempted comforts he vowed to never return to the world of stardom, not after his celebrity status got you both killed. He disappeared into the sea of ordinary lives, all signs of vibrancy and life gone right down to his iconic pink hair; he dyed that black, black as his heart and as black as the sky the day his darling went away, the day the letter arrived.

Ryomen Sukuna who imagined the police might make your deaths more real and not so nightmarish when they found your body, but never this way - what sort of sick bitch would send him a parcel containing the severed fingers of you ans Yuuji with a heart signed “Always your girl, Yorozu.”

I'm yours, you're mine, your wife's gone, just say she ran. XOXO, your biggest fan.

Ryomen Sukuna who now wanders the world, alive but alone, so ready to once love what he had had. A fate crueler than him has revealed itself, for they never did catch whoever had done the deed. The last time anyone had ever seen Sukuna at all was at the trial where Tsumiki was released.

Ryomen Sukuna who's played his fair share in horror movie of twisted endings and gruesome grief, but nobody ever told him real life was inspiration for the dark content. Everybody's long forgotten him as he slid into the role of background cameos but he never forgot how even with his fame and money he could never save you and Yuuji, much less avenge you both.

Ryomen Sukuna's half assed attempts at suicide never seemed to work out and he's nothing more than an angry shell of his former glory now. He even tore down both your photos in a fit of rage once; the man in the mirror wasn't him, surely?

They hunted in my basement but never searched my van. XOXO, your biggest fan.

Ryomen Sukuna who is now known for his infamous brutal homicide of one Fujiwara Yorozu with his bare, bloody hands who approached him at a shady bar and whispered she had done away with the devil, won't he ascend to Heaven with her now?

“FXXK YOU, I'D RATHER FALL TO HELL WITH HER THAN BE DRAGGED TO ‘HEAVEN’ BY THE LIKES OF YOU!”

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

The Littlest Lelouch

Characters: Clavis Lelouch, unnamed wife, OC (baby), brief cameos

Rating: pg13 (?)

Genre: Saccharine fluff, dash of angst, humor (sfw)

WC: 1,296

Warnings: Mentions of battle/blood/death (none happen on-screen), mentions of pregnancy and birth (none graphic), afab oc/insert and female pronouns, (are babies a tw?), humor of the aerin variety, not proofread, potential minor Clavis route spoilers?

Request?: Yes (currently open? also yes. pls see pinned first!)

Summary: As it would happen, having to work with the bloody beast means often having to pick up after said beast, or even indulge in the sins of war. Unfortunately for Rhodolite palace’s resident mischief maker, the call of his duty could not have come at a worse time.

A/N: Apologies if it is a bit OOC or would benefit from better pacing, I haven't read Clavis' route in a bit and he's a little tricky to nail at times without me getting cliché. (Sorry this one isn't gender neutral, for the folks familiar with my general fluff.) I worked to the best of my current ability, as the request was a bit vague. Feel free to stop by and request again sometime, nonnie!

          Clavis’ wife was due soon, expecting their first child amidst the frills and flowers that come with Spring. And excited they were to welcome the newest member of the Lelouch gang when Clavis suddenly receives summons for a round table meeting. It isn’t until much later that he returns, brows furrowing as he walks through the doors to the couple’s shared room at the palace.

         “Dearie me,” Clavis starts, running a singular gloved hand through his lilac locks, boring holes into the wall as he figured out how to best break this to his very pregnant wife. No amount of trying to haggle with the court would get him out of this, much as he tried. Hesitantly, Clavis’ wife pipes up, wanting to console her husband who seems he may fray at the seams any moment.

         “What’s wrong, Clavis? Cat got your tongue?” She jokes, waddling over best as she can, causing Clavis to fret and meet her halfway. He is far too overprotective sometimes, she feels, but understands he is that way out of sheer love for her.

         “Council was held today.” Clavis starts, receiving an acknowledging hum from his wife. At his uncharacteristic pause, she nods, gently trying to urge him to continue his train of thought. “I will have to be away for a while,” and in true Clavis fashion, he tries to soften the blow the best way he knows how.

         “Oh, but don’t you both go missing me too much. I know just how to console my lovely, dearest wife-”

         “Clavis.” If he insists on acting fine, then she will shoulder it for them both and allow him to save face.. this time. “I’ll miss you too, darling. Please come home safe.” With eyes that look like he is trying his best to hold back tears, Clavis dons his most convincing smile, gently pulling his wife in as closely as he comfortably can by her waist.

         “I knew you couldn’t resist your handsome husband,” he murmurs, pressing a loving kiss to her lips, fitting every apology known to man in the sincere way Clavis cherishes her so. Pulling away, he rests his head atop hers, cursing his fate and drasted brother for nearly ruining yet another special occasion in his life.

…

         As the fateful day comes, Clavis parts from his beautiful wife, reassuring her he will be fine just as much as she does him. Riding off atop his royal steed, he waves farewell without looking back, steeling himself and all of his best inventions to end this damn thing as early as physically possible. In his plan, he hopes to lure out the enemies and confuse them with his myriad of (smoke) bombs, so that he and Chevalier may be able to finish with time to spare.

         “If I miss my child’s birth, this time I really will kill you,” Clavis threatens. At this, Chevalier simply scoffs and rides away. Cyran shakes his head, a mundane ordeal when it comes to these two.

         As fate would have it, back at the castle, just a few days after the second and third prince had set out to quell skirmishes along the borders, his wife goes into labor. It would seem the third prince’s child was not a very patient one, wishing to meet everyone as quickly as possible. Panic spreads, the early arrival of the baby having the maids rush to get everything together shortly after her water breaks. Though her husband is not present in body, he is present with her in spirit, and in all of the reading they had done together to better prepare themselves for their little one’s arrival.

         After many painful hours, a cry is heard, and thus the third prince of Rhodolite and his wife welcome a tiny baby Lelouch into the world. Hardly visible for how light a color it is, there are the smallest tufts of the signature lilac stands upon her head, and piercing eyes of gold. Having already decided upon possible names beforehand, his wife holds baby Felicia (a tribute to Clavis’ late mother Leticia) in her arms, exhausted but moved to tears over the life they created, together.

         It isn’t until two full days later, that Clavis returns home. The congratulations he receives upon his arrival is both the best and worst of news, for he is grateful they are both alive and well, but terribly distraught to have missed the birth of his first child (and being unable to support his wife as she always does him). He quickly stops by the baths, not wanting to greet them with blood still on his person.

         Gingerly, Clavis makes his way to where he finds both of his Lelouch girls, heart caught in his throat at the sight. Upon his arrival, their daughter is waving her hands around, trying to grab at her mother while she rocks her gently and sings. The gentle smile on her face brings back bittersweet memories, and an ache for a loved one he will never see again. He knows how loved their child will be, even in the most cursed depths of the royal court, and vows to never allow a hair on their heads harm, lest their enemies summon the nightmare that is Lelouchian fury above them. (Assuming they can read the warning letter.)

         “Welcome home, Clavis.” Having spotted him out of the corner of her eye, Clavis’ wife brandishes her grin his way, the glow apparent from what he could only describe as “the light of a thousand- no, a million- no, a hundred million suns!”

          “And say hi to your daddy, Felicia,” she coos, patting the baby’s back gently as she sits up further in bed. “But please don’t learn from his example.” Clavis theatrically slaps a hand over his chest, looking exasperated, as if he hasn’t the faintest clue what she could be referring to.

         “What better example would she have to learn from, aside from my most lovely wife?” Clavis sits at the edge of the bed by her side, leaning in to place a kiss to her forehead, lingering at her scent. “Would you rather she learn from one of my brothers?” At her grimace, he laughs, husky and warm and everything deliciously Clavis.

         “I was hoping Sariel could tutor her the way he did me,” she jokes, enjoying the look Clavis shoots her. “I’m kidding, love. Honestly.” He is still grimacing when she stifles her laugh. “Would you like to hold her?”

         Nothing in the world could have prepared Clavis for the reaction of finally getting to hold his beautiful, delicate baby girl in his arms… only to have her immediately begin wailing. Clavis tries everything he can to get her to stop crying, but she is only finally comforted by the feel and smell of mom, who she has become most acquainted with in her two shorts days on this Earth. A true connoisseur knows how to relish in the saltiest of tears, but these in particular left a sting in his heart. But no matter, he won over his wife’s heart, and he’ll win over his daughter’s affections. Clavis understands the appeal of being in his wife’s arms, he must admit, only slightly jealous of all her attention not being on him now.

         And if there’s anything that made Clavis happier than his wedding and the birth of his child, it’s that his little girl would prove to show her affections with signature Lelouch pitfalls. Clavis-patented, Yves-tested, Felicia-approved.

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Heavy Lies the Heart - Chapter 8

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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x F!OC Word Count: 2k Tropes: mutual pining, fluff, angst with a happy ending, royalty Warnings: death Summary: When two second-borns looking for direction meet by chance, can they find purpose in each other? Or will circumstances keep them apart? A/N: I'm going to be real with you guys--this chapter was just for me. It's disgusting, cheesy, romantic nonsense and I absolutely love it. I hope you do too. :)

Writing an amateur poet's love letter was so ridiculous and fun, but I also may have f'ed myself up a little bit. Save me pathetic, handsome, unabashedly romantic gentleman who respects me as a human being with deep thoughts and valued feelings but also compares my eyes to flaked amber in the sunlight and treats me gently like a beautiful flower laid softly on the shrine of a solitary goddess...you're my only hope.

My dearest Beatrice,

These nights we have spent apart have been perhaps the longest of my life.

I had not realized just how completely you had made yourself at home in my heart until you were no longer here with me. I look to the space you have carved in my soul, and I find it empty. You have gone, and taken a piece of me with you.

At night I sit in the windowsill searching the streets below, desperate to see any sign of you waiting there for me. I pray for just a glimpse of your shrouded form, bathed in the silver light of the moon. As I wait, I know I would have forever been happy to be your Leander, swimming across the sea each night, guided by your light.

I have found my days as listless as my nights, waiting to hear any mention of your name. I dread what news time may bring, yet cannot stop myself from wishing the hours to pass as minutes. Time may yet be my enemy, but it still remains the one bridge that leads me to you.

I hope you are well my darling. I see an image of you sat alone with your worries, and it haunts my every thought. I hope to find some relief in the knowledge that my family will be with you soon, even if I cannot be. I hope your brief time with them will bring some measure of comfort to you, as they have comforted me.

When my mother and sisters return, I pray they bring good news. But know that no matter what, my feelings will not waiver. I am willing to stand steadfast against any tide we may yet face, so long as it is your wish to stand alongside me.

I worry now that perhaps my lack of interest in the movements of the aristocracy may have translated poorly. You must know that my distaste for their grandstanding, their rigid adherence to proprietary, and their many pointless rules means nothing in the face of my feelings for you. So now I shall be clear, so that there can be no misunderstandings between us.

I love you Beatrice. I will love you for as long as you will have me, and then one hundred lifetimes more.

Yours eternally,

Benedict

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Beatrice sat in her nightdress, curled up in the armchair nearest the windows of her room. She clutched Benedict's letter close to her chest as she gazed out across the moonlit garden. It looked so similar to the place where she and Benedict had first met. It was not so long ago, yet it felt like a lifetime had past since then.

She turned her attention back to the letter. In the dim candlelight it was difficult to make out his flourished words, but that hardly mattered. Beatrice had read it so many times already that she could all but recite it word for word. She ran her fingers over the last line, smiling as she thought of the man that had written it.

I love you.

She wrapped her arms around her legs, pressing her forehead io her knees as she blushed. She could hardly contain the emotions that threatened to burst forth from her chest. Even having read it dozens of times, she could hardly believe it was real. And so she read it once more, then again, only to make sure she was not dreaming.

The feelings between them had always been clear. She did not need words to know Benedict cared for her. But to have it articulated so beautifully? To have him decalre it so boldly? That was a different thing entirely. Perhaps it was best then that it was written and not spoken. If she had heard it first from his lips, she surely would have perished in an instant--her heart too overcome with feeling to possibly be contained.

Her letter expressed her worries and her desires. Now she almost felt foolish thinking of the words she had written, having believed his choice rushed. And perhaps, regretted. Still, they needed to be said all the same, and now she could rest soundly knowing she had not in some way entrapped him in a life he did not want.

She prayed they would be allowed to see each other soon, but resolved herself to do whatever she must if she was not. She would see him again, no matter what.

She sighed, taking one last look out into the night before readying herself for bed.

As she laid in the dark, Benedict's letter tucked safely under her pilllow, she smiled to herself. She drifted off to sleep, knowing she would have sweet dreams.

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My Dearest Benedict,

I hope this letter finds you in comfort and good health.

I have wished desperately to visit you these past nights. I have longed to be near you, to see your face and to hear your voice. The thought of never seeing you again forever stalks my every days and nights.

We spoke so little about my deception before we were forced to part. I know you have assured me all is well, but even so I must beg your forgiveness just once more. It was a crime committed completely for my own selfish desires, and I made you my unwitting accomplice.

And while I cannot in good conscious condone my actions, nor can I condemn them. For if I had been honest from the start, I believe we would never have been able to grow to know each other so well. For that time we spent free of society's eyes and expectations, I will apologize, I will accept the consequences, but I will never regret.

I know you must be worried for what is to come. The truth of it is I do not know myself. There are many possibilities, all reliant on many choices made by many people who care very little for the hearts involved. Ultimately, it comes down to this: Will I be permitted to see you again and if so, will you wish to see me?

I have not forgotten what you said as we danced. That you were willing to openly pursue me in spite of my title and any trouble that may follow. I was glad to hear you say so, gladder still for you to show your resolve and declare your intentions to all with every dance we shared. But I ever worry I have put you in a difficult situation, where you made a choice in the heat and haste of a moment, and now feel you must continue to honor your word and protect my feelings.

It is the knowing you care for me, but yet surely not wanting the burdens that I will place upon you, that haunts me so. That you may one day wake to a feeling of resentment towards me for your confinement, and wish in vain for release. I know you to be a free soul my dearest, and you do not belong shakled to a crown. And so I wish to be clear that I would never disparage you, even if it should be that you choose to place your freedom first.

But if this is to be the time I lay bare all my truths, I shall do so in full and know for certain I have said all I wished to. Then, regardless of what outcome the future holds, I can live contented by the knowledge that I have spoken every wish that lives in my heart.

I love you, Benedict. I have loved you since the night we met, and I will continue loving you every night and every day that follows for the rest of our lives and beyond. Whatever choice is made, regardless of who makes it, know that my feelings for you will never change.

And while it is so that I would never blame you for chosing to live your life a free man, the truth is I desperately ache for you to instead choose to spend it locked away with me. Together in a prison made for two, with no direction or purpose other than to be forever by each other's side.

I find I am only filled with such selfish thoughts when I am with you, and so it is with such selfishness that I reveal my deepest wish. I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you, my love, forever and always until the day we die.

Yours always,

Beatrice

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Benedict sat on the windowsill, reading over the letter held tightly in his hands.

While in his own letter he had chosen to make his feelings know beyond all doubt, he had not expected Beatrice would do the same. It is not that he questioned her love for him, but even so it made it no less of a shock to see it written so bodly in her own hand.

Benedict had of course been certain she shared his feelings, but Beatiece was by nature more reserved than others. Certainly more than he had ever been. Her feelings had never been uncertain, but even when they were alone it was clear that she held herself back.

Not that he minded, of course. He found her shyness enduring, and never considered her in any way insincere. Quite the opposite; he truly thought her to be the most genuine person he had ever met.

So it was not a surprise that Beatrice felt she had to be so forthcoming with her concerns for him.

That she had been so worried for him in spite of her own feelings was an unwelcome revelation. Benedict had never wanted her to feel pain over any aspect of their relationship. And that she knew his choice, but still wished to convey he was not bound by to it made his heart ache. He felt it all the more when he considered that she did so in direct opposition to her own feelings, all for his sake.

But then she had followed it all with such a bold declaration of her love. Whatever pain he held was lessened considerably by her uncharacteristicly assertive words. Despite her feelings of guilt for her actions and the weight she believed she had placed upon him, she still chose to make her wishes known.

Beatrice loved him, and she had made it clear she wanted his love in return.

Benedict was soothed then in the knowledge that she had received his letter. Whatever worry she had about his choice were surely dispelled the moment she read it. There could now be no doubt between them that they both desired the same thing.

He only hoped this separation would end soon, so that he might show her the depths of his resolve.

He loved her, and she loved him. Regardless of what choice was made by others, he had already made his decision.

Benedict smiled as he folded the letter gently, sliding it back into the safety of its envelope. He prayed, as always, that tomorrow would be the day he received the news he so desperately longed to hear. But if he must continue waiting for a word that he could see her again, he would do so safe in the knowledge that Beatrice now knew his true feelings. And that wherever she was, she was waiting for him too.

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For the Dancing and the Dreaming- Wenclair

Wenclair but make it Stoick and Valka from HTTYD2.

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Wednesday didn’t expect today to go like this at all. Not only did she meet her long-lost daughter, Goody, but she had turned out to be like her. Sympathetic to the poor dragons that her home island had hunted almost every night for the past… gods, about 60 years now. When she saw the Night Fury’s unmistakable figure in the sky, she assumed it was another trapper. She didn't expect to come face to face with her daughter.

That was already enough. But then, she saw her wife, Enid, whom she hadn’t seen in over 19 years now, and Enid’s best friend, Yoko, following in suit, as they tried to get Goody and her Night Fury, Nero, out of her secret cave. 

She’d spent the past 3 hours just… reconnecting. She’d thought she’d have died before she saw these people again. Wednesday picked up a vase and began walking over to the dripping water from the glacier when she heard a whistle. She knew this whistle.

“Ah, I love this one” Yoko said, lifting up her legs and resting them on Goody’s lap.

“I’ll swim and sail on savage seas…” Enid began singing, taking off her hat that was made of Wednesday’s breastplate.

“With ne’er a fear of drowning…” The blonde girl continued, getting closer to Wednesday.

Wednesday felt her blood run cold(er) upon hearing this song. She couldn’t believe this was real.

“And gladly ride the waves of life… if you will marry me…” Enid was now directly behind Wednesday.

Wednesday’s grip on the water vase began slipping, and Enid quickly caught it, her strong, muscular arms brushing Wednesday’s as she puts it down on a nearby rock.

“No scorching sun… Nor freezing cold… will…”

“WILL STOP ME ON MY JOURNEY!” Yoko interrupted, and looked around the room, seeing Goody’s ‘What the fuck?’ stare and Enid’s eyes shooting daggers into her. “S-sorry” she stated quickly, sitting back down and watching the romantic scene play out again.

Enid sighed before turning back to the raven.

“If you will promise me your heart…” Enid trailed off “And love-” she cut herself off, stopping herself with a heavy sigh before beginning to turn away. She clearly didn’t remember.

“...and love me for eternity~” Wednesday’s voice poured into the cave, and Enid’s eyes gained a little extra life as she heard it.

“My dearest one, my darling dear, your mighty words astound me…” she continues, walking around the blonde woman before putting her arms up to meet hers, both forming an X shape.

“But I've no need for mighty deeds when I feel your arms around me…” Wednesday sings, a little levity coming back to her voice and she circles Enid, reciting their wedding dance from 30 years ago.

Enid chuckles heartily before singing, “But i would bring you rings of gold, i’d even sing you poetry,”

“Oh, would you?” Wednesday quickly laughs out.

“And i would keep you from all harm! If you would stay beside me!” Enid and Wednesday perfectly re-do their wedding dance, as if they were still in the great hall of Berk all those years ago.

“I have no use for rings of gold, i care not for your poetry, i only want your hand to hold…”

“HA! I only want you near me!” The girls sing one after the other feeling as if it’s only those two in the cave, and not several dragons, Yoko, who is arrogantly tap-dancing, and Goody, watching with the biggest grin on her face.

“To love a kiss, to sweetly hold, for the dancing and the dreaming, through all my sorrows and delights i’ll keep your love beside me!” “The girls spin eachother around, maintaining eye contact and the biggest grins on their faces, which, at the beginning of their relationship, would have gotten yoko threatened to not tell anyone Wednesday Addams was capable of emotion. But right now, she was reunited with the love of her life, and she couldn’t hold back her giant smile.

As the girls return to the beginning of the song, Yoko picks up Gody’s arms and begins twirling them around, almost kicking Nero.

“I’ll swim and sail on savage seas,

With ne’er a fear of drowning,

And gladly ride the waves of life,

If you will marry meeeeee~!”

Enid keeps that note going as long as she can, before Yoko’s voice drowns her out, letting Wednesday and Enid chuckle loudly and heartily, causing Nero to cover his ears like a cat would.

“I’m still goiiiiiiin!” Yoko yells, before getting a slight gut punch and a “Yoko!” from Goody, when they run out of breath and finally stop, saying “I’m done” and smiling ear-to-ear.

“I thought i’d die before we did that dance again…” Enid looks into Wednesday’s eyes.

“No need to be dramatic…” Wednesday slightly laughs.

“Will you come home again, Wednesday? Will you be my wife again…?” Enid gets down on one knee, as if proposing to her.

Wednesday’s smile gets even wider. “Yes!” she chuckles, before yelping as Enid lifts her up in the air.

Goody simply watches, smiling ear to ear in disbelief, realising that this is what she’s been missing her whole life… and now she finally sees the spark back in her mother’s eyes, one that she lacked for so long.

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Wednesday being valka just makes sense. good with animals, solitude, you get the gist.

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A Slow Motion Love Film [Part Two]

Pairing: Yuki Tsunoda x Original Character Tags: Childhood best friends turned lovers turned strangers turned lovers, second chance romance, mutual pinning Summary: A timeline of Isabella’s and Yuki’s friendship is shown. From being friends to being strangers [through the priv account of isabella] Notes: 1. All photos are from Pinterest! And a Reminder this is a fictional story. 2. Isabella's face claim: sevaral idos/models

Chapter One | Chapter Three (coming soon)

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Wait For Me (I’m Coming)—Chapter 15

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Elphaba had to have missed something.

She flipped furiously through the pages of the Grimmerie, her eyes landing on words just long enough to process that they were useless before moving on.

There had to be something. There had to be something. How could there be nothing in this Ozdamned book to heal a soul?

Elphaba’s heart beat feverishly in her chest as she flipped back and forth, clearly seeing nothing new but desperate for something to appear anyway. Something, anything, even if she’d have to give her life for it. Didn’t the universe understand how important Glinda was? Didn’t it know she needed to be here for any kind of beauty and joy to exist in the world?

Glinda had woken briefly in the night for a glass of water, and she had to lean almost completely on Elphaba’s arm just to get to the bathroom afterward. She was slipping away, and now Elphaba knew there was nothing she could do about it.

The ever-present lump in her throat that had grown with every passing useless spell threatened to suffocate her completely. How was she going to tell Glinda that she’d failed? How was she going to survive watching her dearest friend stop breathing again, knowing it would be forever this time?

She supposed she would have to deal with that when the time came. Elphaba already knew what she wanted: to follow Glinda, to go with her to wherever she would go next—or, at least, to cut short the pain of losing her if there was no “next” without a spell anchoring their souls here. Anything to avoid existing in a world without her.

But Elphaba couldn’t do that without Glinda’s permission, and Glinda would never give it. Not for something like that.

For now, she just needed to tell Glinda what she’d found; or, rather, what she hadn’t found. Oz, there was nothing she wanted less than to have to put it into words, but she’d withheld enough truth from Glinda the last few days.

“Darling.” Elphaba brushed the hair out of Glinda’s sleeping face and squeezed her shoulder gently to wake her. “Time to wake up, my sweet.”

Glinda’s breathing pattern changed slightly, and for a second, that was the only indication that she’d woken. It took several painstaking moments for her to shift on the pillows with Elphaba’s help into just the slightest sitting position. Her eyelids rose and fell slowly as if weighted, and Elphaba’s heart clenched to see just how much worse Glinda had gotten in the last twelve hours.

“Hi, beautiful,” Elphaba breathed. She pressed a kiss to Glinda’s forehead and forced her tears to stay at bay a little longer. “How do you feel?”

She knew the answer, but she wanted to ask anyway, just to give Glinda the option to lie. Even now, her appearances were important to her, and Elphaba knew she hated admitting how unwell she was.

“Perfect,” Glinda replied. “Just a little tired.”

It didn’t escape Elphaba that she wasn’t even speaking in complete sentences anymore. She couldn’t hold her tears back any longer, and she felt a rebellious one slip down her cheek.

Glinda frowned, and her eyes slid past Elphaba to the closed Grimmerie at the foot of the bed. A sense of understanding dawned on her features, and she let out her breath. “Oh,” she said. “Bad news, then.”

“I’m so sorry, Glinda,” Elphaba cried. Her dam broke, and all of the sorrow spilled out at once. “I’m so sorry. There’s nothing there. I don’t know what else to do; I just—there’s nothing.”

“It’s okay,” Glinda whispered. “I had a feeling. Don’t cry, Elphie. I hate to see you cry.”

Elphaba sniffed and wiped her eyes, tried and failed to push the crushing grief further into herself. “I can’t help it,” she said with a humorless laugh. “I love you.”

“Maybe it won’t be forever,” Glinda said. “Maybe…one day, a long time from now when you’re old…maybe then we’ll see each other again.”

“I don’t know if I’ll last that long,” Elphaba admitted. “Not without you.”

“Elphaba Thropp,” Glinda said, “you had better live until you’re at least eighty. You have to tell me so many stories later.”

Elphaba swallowed and nodded. “Well,” she said raggedly. “What—what do you want to do today? Anything you want. I’ll carry you around the city if I must.”

Glinda took a deep breath and looked down at her hands folded in her lap. All of her breaths seemed like deep ones, actually. Her chest heaved with them, slow and laborious as if she had to consciously draw them.

“This is awfully slow,” Glinda said with a breathy laugh. “Waiting to die is…dreadfully boring.”

“I know, my love.” Elphaba’s voice broke. “Tell me how I can help.”

Glinda was silent for a long time, never once glancing up at Elphaba. Then, she said quietly, “I want you to do that spell. The one that stops someone’s heart.”

“What?” Elphaba’s chest lit up with anxiety. “No—no, I can’t. Glinda—you still have some time left. Why throw it away?”

She could never have anticipated such a request. She knew how difficult it was for Glinda to live right now, but they must have at least the rest of the day before she’d have to leave. Elphaba wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet.

“I’m so tired,” Glinda said. “And I don’t have long, anyway. I just…” She drew another heavy breath. “I want to go in your arms. Knowing you’re with me. I don’t want to…to just fall asleep and never wake up again. I want to know when it’s gonna happen.”

She paused. “And,” she said, “I kind of have an idea.”

Elphaba could hardly breathe, so wrapped up in the pain of Glinda’s request that she almost didn’t process her last words.

“An…idea?” Elphaba choked out. What kind of idea could Glinda possibly have in the midst of requesting her own imminent death? Did she want to party plan her own funeral, too?

“The spell won’t damage my body,” Glinda said. “Right? I’ll just…be gone?”

Elphaba tried again to swallow the lump in her throat. “Yes,” she said. “Why—?”

“So you wouldn’t have to heal me.”

Elphaba’s heart beat faster as she realized what she was saying. “Glinda…” She thought over her next words. “The spell—the one that brought you back—it was what kept you in the dark place. You would go back there, and I…I don’t know if the tether that let me find you would come back. Taking too long was what did this to you in the first place, and even if I find you quickly, I can’t promise that starting over will heal your soul. You could come back just as unwell as you are now, and then—”

And then she’d have to face death a third time.

Still, Elphaba wanted to try it. She wanted it more than anything, to believe that casting the spell again would reset things, but the simple truth was that she didn’t understand the mechanics of the magic. She couldn’t guarantee she’d be able to bring Glinda back again at all. For all they knew, her spirit would be trapped in that place forever.

“I know,” Glinda said. “I know what could happen. But I still want to try.”

Elphaba cupped Glinda’s face in her hand and met her eyes with the most unbiased gravity she could muster. “Are you sure?” she asked. “You need to be absolutely certain.”

Oz, she prayed Glinda would say yes. If after some thought she changed her mind, Elphaba wouldn’t argue. It wasn’t up to her what happened to her beloved friend after death, even if the decision broke her heart. But still, she prayed to Lurline with earnest desperation that Glinda truly wanted to try this, and that it would work. That, by some miracle, Glinda would be okay.

“I’m certain,” Glinda said, her own eyes level with Elphaba’s in their solemnity despite the trace of fear behind them.

Elphaba let a shaky breath out, then placed a kiss on Glinda’s cheek. “All right,” she said. “Then we’ll do it. Is there anything you want to do before we start?”

Glinda shook her head. “I just want you to hold me while we do it,” she said. “In case it’s the last thing I get to feel.”

Elphaba nodded. “I can do that,” she said. “Just sit tight and give me a moment to get ready. I can’t mess this up.”

Glinda managed a quiet laugh. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Elphaba mustered a smile in return, then picked up the Grimmerie and turned through it at just an angle that Glinda shouldn’t be able to see her face.

It wasn’t that she needed to prepare the spells—they were, for the most part, only incantations, and she already had the candles and the hat in the room. What she needed time to prepare was herself.

Because as hopeful as she felt, she knew it may not pan out. It likely wouldn’t. They were playing with fate after already wrecking a hole in it, and chances were at the end of this, she’d wake back up from the dark place with Glinda dead in her arms. Once she read the death spell aloud, Glinda would die. Period. And Elphaba needed to come to terms with the fact that it could very well be permanent.

She read over the spells, committed them to memory, bookmarked them just in case. Glinda waited patiently for her part, staring serenely out the balcony window, her eyes flickering to and fro to follow the paths of the sky birds.

To anyone else, Glinda would have appeared perfectly at peace. They would think she’d either accepted her fate or had complete faith she’d escape it, but Elphaba could see the uncertainty painted in the edge of her brow and the corner of her mouth.

After a time, Elphaba knew it was becoming obvious that she was stalling rather than preparing, and she steeled herself to end the delay.

“Okay,” she said. Her voice sounded much too loud in the silence of the bedroom, or maybe it only seemed to echo as Glinda turned toward her. “I’m ready, my love,” she said. “Are you?”

Glinda nodded. “As I’ll ever be.”

Elphaba took a deep breath and made herself comfortable against the pillows, then helped Glinda move to lie on top of her. The weight of her friend’s head settled over her pounding heart, and she wrapped her arms securely around her frail frame.

Glinda’s hands curled around the fabric of Elphaba’s shirt as if clutching a comfort blanket, and she let her heavy lids fall closed. “I love you,” she breathed.

Elphaba pressed a firm kiss to the top of her head as tears slipped down her cheeks. “I love you, too,” she said.

She lay her cheek against Glinda’s head and closed her eyes to chanted the first incantation. It felt so different from the first time she’d read it; Glinda was still dying, and she was still terrified, but the panic was gone. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she could feel it much more clearly: the way she held Glinda’s soul in her hands and tied it to the world, prevented its escape into the ether.

When she felt the spell take complete effect, she paused to rub Glinda’s back and kiss her forehead. “This next part is going to be it,” she said quietly. “I don’t think you’ll feel anything. You’ll just fall asleep, and I’ll come after you right away. Are you ready?”

Glinda nodded against her chest. “I’m ready,” she whispered.

Elphaba ran her hand through Glinda’s hair, both to soothe her friend and herself as she recited the most difficult five words she’d ever had to utter aloud. They didn’t even directly translate to anything as far as she could tell, but she knew that together, they were equivalent to the vast, cosmic concept of the end.

She only needed to say it once. She felt it take effect the moment the last syllable left her mouth, and a second later, Glinda fell still in her arms.

Elphaba swallowed hard. She gently shifted Glinda off of her to lay her on the bed, taking care to ensure she’d be comfortable when—if—she woke up. Then, she laid the hat at the foot of the bed, lit the candles, and lay back down with Glinda to follow her into the dark.

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Carnations

A/N: Commission for my bby, @teaflavoredwitch! I had so much fun writing this, thank you for supporting me & being my bestie, Tea! ILY 5EVER!!! Gale Dekarios x Original Tiefling Character, fluff, angst, post-Act 3, Gale doesn't blow his ass up, Mystra mentioned, marriage proposal, established relationship, feels, super fluffy and sweet, my OTP forever <3 Commissions and requests are open!

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Gale rushed over to Tea’s side the moment they collapsed, his brown eyes widening in concern. He knelt down beside them, gently taking their hand that clutched their wounded side. The warmth of their blood seeped between their fingers, staining the fabric of their shirt a deep, crimson red. Gale’s heart raced as he assessed the gravity of their injury, his mind already racing through spells and treatments.

“My dearest Tea,” he murmured, his voice laced with genuine worry, “we must tend to your wound with haste. The battle has left you gravely injured, and I fear for your life if we do not act swiftly.” He turned to the others, his expression grave. “Bring me my spell component pouch and any clean cloth you can find. We need to stop this bleeding before it claims their life.” Gale’s voice was firm but tinged with an undercurrent of fear, a haunting reminder of what could happen if he didn’t act fast enough.

As he waited for the supplies, Gale cradled Tea close, his other hand pressing gently but firmly against their wound to stem the flow of blood.”Hold on, sweet Tea,” he whispered, his breath warm against their ear, “I will not let you slip away from me. I promise you, I will do everything in my power to heal you, to keep you here with me where you belong.”

The weight of responsibility settled heavily on Gale’s shoulders as he prepared to work his magic, his heart pounding with the urgency of the moment. He knew that every second counted, and he was determined to pour all of his skill and passion into mending their broken body, come what may. He took a moment to admire their beauty. The fate of their bond rested in his hands, and he would not falter.

Despite the agonizing pain mixed with an overwhelming dizziness, Tea musters up a weak smile. A ghost of the usual radiant beam they always had to offer Gale, “You didn’t blow yourself into a thousand tiny pieces,” they wheezed happily, relief flooding their system and momentarily overpowering the effects of blood loss, “Like you promised… I am… so happy.”

Gale’s brow furrowed in determination, his jaw set with resolve as he met Tea’s gaze. He could see the pain etched in their features, hear the strain in their voice, and feel the precious lifeblood draining from their body with each passing second. The fear that lingered in the back of his mind threatened to consume him, but he pushed it down, refusing to let it overwhelm the steadying hand he needed to heal them. “My darling, you need not worry about the orb or anything for that matter,” Gale murmured, his thumb brushing gently over their cheekbone, smearing away a bead of sweat. “I am here now, and I swear to you, I will not allow a single hair on your lovely head to be harmed.”

Pain clawed at Gale’s heart as he watched the vibrant color drain from Tea’s face, their usual fuschia complexion growing more pallid, their breath growing shallow and ragged. Each passing moment saw the steady trickle of blood from their wound intensify, the crimson stain spreading across their shirt like an ominous blossom. The fear that had been lingering at the edges of his mind surged to the forefront, threatening to blind him with its intensity.

“No, no, no,” Gale breathed, his voice trembling with barely contained terror. He tightened his grip on Tea, pulling them closer as if he could physically anchor them to the mortal plane through sheer force of will. “You cannot leave me, my love. We have come too far, endured too much together. We still have our trip, my darling, to Waterdeep. Remember?” He can’t panic, he can’t allow them to see his fear. He must put on a brave face, exhaust all his resources, and save them.

His other hand, dripping with their blood, fumbled with the pouch of spell components. He upended it, scattering Dust of Sending and essence of mistletoe across the floor in his haste. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes as he gripped the focus of his power, summoning every ounce of strength he can possibly muster in such a trying situation. “Mystra, goddess of magic,” Gale intoned, his voice shaking with desperation, “I call upon your divine aid. Lend me your strength, grant me the power to mend this broken flesh and heal the wounds that tear them apart.”

He pressed his glowing hand against their side, just above the ragged tear in their flesh. A silver glow with otherworldly light as he began to murmur the words of the spell, pouring every ounce of his skill and every shred of his love into the incantation. Gale knew he was gambling everything on this casting, trusting in the fickle mercy of a goddess who had abandoned him once before. But he couldn’t lose Tea, not when they had finally found something real and true in each other. With a sob of exertion and anguish, he released the spell, watching and waiting in hopeful desperation. His hands roamed over their body, feeling for any other traces of injury, silently praying to a goddess who had long since turned her back on him. But for Tea, for the hope of a future together, Gale would move heaven and earth, and sell his very soul if that’s what it took to keep them by his side.

Tea weakly reaches for Gale’s arm, their grip feeble yet insistent, “No, Gale…please.” Each word a strained whisper, their breaths shallow gulps of air, “Don’t…don’t call upon her. You don’t need Mystra for this.” There’s a flicker of something fierce in their hazel eyes, a stubborn set to their jaw despite the rapidly draining energy from them. “You’re stronger than you know…than any fickle goddess. I believe in you, Gale.” They draw in a shuddering breath, nose flaring slightly.

“Please…please don’t break my heart by doubting yourself now. Not after everything.” Long lashes flutter against their pale, sweat-slick cheeks, “Mend me with your own hands, heal me with your own power. Prove to yourself, and to me, that we have a hold on our own destiny…” Their voice trails off into a weak, hoarse whisper of a thing.

Their rapidly cooling skin, so soft and fragile, he’d spent many a night mapping the endless expanse of their loveliness with just his lips. Every dip, every gentle sway, every valley and curve. He knew them, far better than himself. He knew the weight of their tail in his hands, the playful smattering of markings that decorated their shoulders. His heart knew the song of their breath, the gentle patter of their heart and if he lost them, his own life would not be far behind. They gaze up at him, watery and weepy, bloody and soft and utterly his. So, with the finesse of a bumbling fool, he all but blurts out, “Be mine!”

They nearly flinch at the suddenness of his shout, an adorable look of confusion etching on their features, “I am yours, Gale.” They remind him so gently, so sweetly as if he was the one in mortal peril.

If he weren’t already kneeling, he’d sink down to his knees, “I know that, of course. But, I rather think you’d look lovely in white and if it wouldn’t be too disagreeable, I’d like you to be my partner in every sense of the word.” Gale thinks this would have been terribly romantic if they weren’t bleeding out in his arms, but reflecting back on their adventures, this was a rather fitting proposal. 

Tea simply stares up at him in that sweet, docile way that would be absolutely patronizing if it were anyone else. But with them, it’s just soothing. A balm to his soul that even the greatest healers of Faerun couldn’t even begin to replicate. “As much as I adore when you bat those pretty little doe eyes at me, I’m afraid I’ll need an answer, my darling.”

Gale realizes they’re growing weaker, limp and noodly in his arms. He calls upon all the tricks and power he can possibly muster, hoping, praying that he’s enough. That he can do this without her. They believed he could, he knew that. They were rather vocal when it came to their distaste for his former…whatever, and they never wavered in their firm conviction that Gale was capable of greatness on his own.

“I love you,” he whispers fervently, cupping their face, pressing frantic little kisses to every available inch of flesh, “I love you, I love you, I love you. You can’t leave me, I won’t allow it.”

“Even when I licked that dead spider?” They joke weakly, cracking a smile that’s barely there, but lights up their angelic face nonetheless. Their spark hasn’t been snuffed out yet, there is still hope for them yet.

A tearful laugh bubbles up in Gale’s throat, it burns as he murmurs, “Yes, even then. Even when you’re being a little bastard, swiping from people’s pockets and stirring up a ruckus.” He smiles fondly, brushing a stray lock of hair from their bruised face. That earns a small, wheezy giggle from Tea.

“Just promise me…no gods, no deals. Just you and your skill, your fierce, brilliant mind.” They ache to pull him closer, trembling fingers tightening with the last of their fading strength, “This is your chance to save me with your own magic, Gale. I’m begging you…don’t sell your heart to another. Not now, not for me.” For a brief, fleeting moment doubt clouds their eyes, before resolve hardens them to twins of determination.

Gale’s breath caught in his throat as they reached for him, their touch a fleeting whisper against his skin. He met their gaze, seeing the flicker of determination that still burned in those fading hazel eyes. Their words, a hoarse and breathless plea, cut through the fog of panic that threatened to consume him. They were right. He didn’t need Mystra, didn’t need to barter away a piece of his soul, of his dignity. He had the power within himself, the skill and the strength to heal them, to save them.

With a shuddering sigh, Gale nodded slowly, resolving hardening in his eyes. “You’re right, my love,” he whispered, his voice low and fervent. “I am stronger than her. Your faith in me shall be my guiding light.”

He gently disentangled their trembling fingers from his arm, cradling their hand in both of his own. He pressed a fierce and lingering kiss to their palm, his beard a rough caress against their skin. “I will not let you down, darling. I will heal you with my own hands, with my own power. This I swear.”

Gale took another deep, steadying breath, letting their words sink into his very soul. He set down his bag, no longer needing the aid within. Instead, he let his own magic rise to the surface, feeling it pulse and thrum in time with his racing heart. “Permit me to try something,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. Slowly, deliberately, he raised his hands to their wound, letting the warmth of his magic soothe the pain and stem the flow of blood. He began to chant, voice rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm, his entire being emanating a soft blue glow of magical energy. The chanting grew louder, more insistent, and the glow around them deepened in its intensity. Gale poured every ounce of his skill and concentration into the spell, his brow furrowed with the effort.

Slowly but surely, Tea watched in awe as the torn flesh began to mend and knit back together, the edges of the wound drawing closed until nothing remained but smooth, unblemished skin. Gale’s hands roamed over their body, the warmth of his touch seeping into their very bones, chasing away the chill of blood loss and pain. As the last of the wound closed, Gale slumped against them, utterly spent. But when he looked down at Tea, his eyes shone with triumph and relief.

“It is done,” he breathed, pulling them close and cradling them against his chest. “You were right, my love. I didn’t need Mystra’s aid to heal you. I had my own strength, and the strength of our bond.” He smoothed their hair back from their brow, his touch far gentler now that the pain had faded.

“Well now,” Tea teased breathlessly, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of their lips as they gazed up at gale, “I seem to recall you getting all romantic and mentioning something about marrying me back there. Was all that just the adrenaline talking? Or was there a genuine proposal hidden in there somewhere?” Their hazel eyes sparkled with mischief and curiosity as they waited for his response with bated breath. Despite the teasing lilt to their voice, there was an underlying note of sincerity, a yearning to hear him reaffirm the promise he made in the heat of the moment.

Their browsing fingers absently played with the hem of their shirt, saturated in their coppery blood, as they studied his face for any clues to his true feelings. The soft curves of their body, from their pudgy tail to the harsh points of their horns, their chest rose and fell gently with each shuddering breath they took, a testament to the life he had fought so hard to preserve. The scent of vanilla and smoke clung to their skin, a sweet and intoxicating aroma that seemed to fill the air between them. In that moment, as they lay there in his arms, the events of the battle faded away, leaving only the two of them lost in a web of their own making. Tea gazed at him with a mix of playful flirtation and nervous anticipation, silently daring him to take a leap of faith and bind their hearts together for all eternity.

Gale felt a warmth blossom in his chest at their teasing words, a slow smile spreading across his face as he met their playful gaze. He chuckled softly, a rich and melodic sound that seemed to reverberate through his very being. “My dearest Tea,” he murmured, voice low with a newfound curiosity, “You mistake me not. The words I spoke to you in the heat of the moment were no mere figments of a panicked mind. They were a promise, a vow forged in the crucible of our shared trials and tempered by the strength of my love for you.”

He reached out, gently smoothing a stray lock of hair from their brow, his fingers lingering to trace the delicate curve of their cheek. His thumb brushed lightly over their lower lip, a feather-light caress that sent a shiver down their spine and set their heart aflutter.

“I meant every word, and I stand by those words now, in the calm and clarity of this moment.” Gale’s voice was low and fervent, his brown eyes blazing with a fire that had nothing to do with the magic he wielded. “I want to marry you, Tea. I want to stand beside you, not just as allies in battle, but as partners in life. I want to wake up to your smile every morning and fall asleep to the sound of your gentle breathing every night. I want to build a home with you, fill it with laughter and love.”

His hand slid down to their jaw, tilting their chin up, forcing them to meet his gaze, “You are my heart, Tea. My compass, my guiding star, my very reason for being. I am yours, now and for all eternity, if you will have me.” Gale’s other hand drifted down to their hip, his fingers splaying across the soft swell. He tugged them closer, until the length of their own body was pressed against his own, until he could feel every breath they took, every beat of their newly healed heart.

“Marry me, Tea,” he breathed, his lips a hairsbreadth from theirs. “Be mine, now and forever. Let me love you, cherish you, honor you, until the end of my days. Give me the chance to show you the depths of my devotion, to build a life with you. Say yes, my love, and I swear I will spend every moment of our days together proving to you the strength and permanence of my love for you.”

His eyes searched theirs, a tenderness and intensity that stole the very breath from their lungs. In that moment, with the ghost of his magic still tingling across their skin and the scent of him, of home and safety and love, enveloping them, Tea knew that they were exactly where they were meant to be. 

Tea gazed up at Gale, their hazel eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Thank you,” they whispered, their voice breaking on a sob, “for loving me. Even when…” They swallowed hard, gathering their courage before continuing. “Even when I’m a tiefling. I know my kind, we’re not exactly appreciated  or easy to love. We’re seen as monsters, abominations, things to be feared and shunned.” A single tear rolled down their soft, pink cheek, tracing the curve of their face.

Their delicate fingers fluttered up to brush along their ram-like horns adorning their head, a constant reminder of their tainted bloodline. “But you…you see past that. You look at me and don’t flinch, don’t recoil in disgust. You see me, Tea, and you say you…you love me.” Their voice caught on the word, hope and disbelief warring in their eyes.

They pressed against Gale, seeking his warmth and comfort, desperate to anchor themself to something real and true. “My horns, my tail, my eyes…they’re part of me,” Tea’s voice dropped to a whisper, a pleading, aching sound that cut right to the heart. “Thank you for not only accepting me, but for loving me, horns and all. Thank you for choosing to see the good in me, the beautiful, the wonderful things hidden beneath this tiefling exterior. Thank you for loving me.”

Gale’s heart clenched in his chest, a fierce and protective instinct surging through him at the sight of Tea’s glistening eyes and trembling lip. He saw the pain, the fear, and the desperate hope that warred within them. With a gentle thumb, he brushed away the stray tear that rolled down their soft cheek, his touch lingering to cup the delicate line of their jaw.

“My sweet, sweet Tea,” Gale murmured, his voice low and thick with emotion. “How can you not see the exquisite creature you are? Your horns, your tail, your eyes…they are not monstrous imperfections to be concealed or shunned. They are the very marks of your uniqueness, the stamps of a spirit that burns brighter and truer than the Hells.”

He leaned in closer, his brow pressing against theirs, their breath intermingling in the scant space between them. “You are not defined by the happenstance of your bloodline. You are defined by the strength and compassion and unyielding courage in your heart. And I…I love every part of you, just as you are.”

Gale’s hand drifted up to the horns protruding from their head, his fingers tracing the slope of them with a reverence that sent shivers down their spine. “These horns are a part of you, yes, but it is not the part that I see when I look at you. I see someone who has fought against the odds, who has forged themself into something far more magnificent than any monster or demon could ever hope to be.”

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against their ear, “I see someone who stands tall and proud, undefined by the prejudices and fears of a shortsighted world. I see someone who loves with a depth and fervor that has left me utterly awestruck and humbled. I see my heart, my soul, my very reason for living, and I know that I will love you like this, wholly and completely, for all my days.” Gale pulled back just enough to gaze into their eyes, his own brown orbs blazing with a fierce and unshakable devotion.

“I asked you to marry me, to bind yourself to me for all eternity. I don’t want you to think that I see anything but the pure, radiant beauty of the person I love. So I will say it again, with the same fervor and conviction I felt in the heat of nearly losing you: marry me, Tea. Let me love you, cherish you, honor you, with every breath I take and every beat of my heart. Give me the chance to show you, every single day, that I am worthy of your love and your trust. Be mine, as I am yours, now and forevermore.”

Tea’s heart swelled with a joyous, incredulous elation. A tiny, breathless sob escaped their lips, quickly followed by a giddy, overjoyed giggle. Their hazel eyes, magnified in the light, shimmered with tears of happiness as they stared at him. “I swear, I never thought I’d hear those words…” They giggled again, a sound like tinkling bells, “Yes, yes, yes!” They cried out gleefully, flinging their arms around gale with a sudden, passionate fervor.

They clung to him, burying their face against the firm expanse of his chest. “So much more than I ever dared dream of,” they whispered, their voice muffled against his shirt, their fingers curling into the fabric. “I love you, Gale. I love you so much. Yes, I’ll marry you!” Tea pulled back just enough to gaze adoringly up at him, their pink lips parted in a blissful, sweet smile.

“Now and forever, my darling,” they murmured, reaching up to cup his cheek, savoring the roughness of his beard against their palm.

Joy surged through Gale like a tidal wave as tea flung their arms around him, their delighted sobs and giggles music to his ears. He laughed softly, a sound of pure, unbridled happiness, and wrapped them in his arms, holding them close. His hands roamed over the soft curves of their body, marveling at the way they fit so perfectly in his arms, in his life.

“My sweet, sweet tiefling,” Gale murmured, his voice strained with emotion. “Your happiness is the greatest gift, the most precious treasure I could ever hope to possess.” He tangled his fingers in their soft, brown hair, cradling the back of their head as they buried themself against him. The scent of vanilla and smoke filled his nostrils, a perfume he would forever associate with this perfect moment.

Gale felt a tear slip down his cheek, mingling with the damp strands of their hair as Tea whispered their acceptance, their love for him. His heart swelled, threatening to burst with the force of his own elation and devotion. He cupped their face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the lingering tears from their soft, smooth skin.

“And I love you too, my darling,” Gale vowed, his voice low and thick with emotion. “More than words can express, more than magic can describe.” He leaned down, capturing their lips in a searing, passionate kiss. His beard rasped against their delicate skin as his mouth moved over theirs, pouring every ounce of his love and adoration into the press of his lips.

When he finally pulled back, his brown eyes glowed with a fierce, consuming adoration. “Forever,” he breathed, his forehead resting against theirs. “Forever, my love, my heart, my soulmate. You and I, together, always.” He smiled then, a slow, tender curve of his lips that spoke of a love that would last a lifetime and beyond.

“Mmm, in a weird way I should be thankful for the Absolute and the creepy tadpole thing. My life was dull as dishwater before I met you, Gale,” Tea hummed, a mischievous glint in their eyes, “But even if they never would’ve done that, I’d have found you somehow.” They leaned in, their nose brushing against his, breath mingling, “Forever sounds perfect with you. I’m going to hold you to that, mister. You’re stuck with me now, and I don’t plan on letting you go. Ever.”

Tea winked playfully before capturing his lips for one more soft, sweet kiss. They poured every ounce of their feisty, determined love into it, letting him feel their eagerness to start their new journey together. (Ideally with fewer mind flayers than the last one.)

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summary: you and taehyung are scared, but at least you’re together.

warnings: f reader, deaf!reader, blind!taehyung (in one eye), angst !!, not edited much

word count: ~3.1k

a/n: please go watch the music video of love wins all by iu, as this is based on the video! (it’s also just a masterpiece) i included some song lyrics in it, but it’s not officially a song fic. 

i hope the multiple povs make sense. i tried my best to label them so you could tell them apart!

also, i did my best to show a deaf reader accurately, but i know that it’s not completely accurate, so please excuse me if i portrayed something inaccurately. the same thing with taehyung being blind in his right eye!

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♪ run away from the world, run on

go to the end with me, my lover

will it be a bad ending for us two, gone astray? ♪

~ her point of view ~

The leaves crunch underneath my feet as Taehyung and I run through the abandoned forest. Even though I’m tired, the small shadow above my head reminds me that we’re running for a reason. They can’t find Taehyung and I. We both promised each other that we’ll be together until the end. And we’ll keep it.

They fly past a rundown building, giving us a moment of relief. Signing to him, I say, “Let’s go this way.” 

As quiet as we can, we sneak into an abandoned building. Passing a giant crater filled with water, we stop, staring at our reflections. 

Mud and dirt cakes my cheeks, and dried blood sits on my face as a reminder of what consequences our friends faced. I look like a mess, while Taehyung, even with the same marks, looks as handsome as ever. 

“I look like a mess,” I sign to Taehyung, trying to finger comb my hair.

He just grabs my hand, making me pause and look into his brown eye. A small smile appears on his face as he brushes a stray hair aside. 

I know this is his way of saying that I look beautiful. He presses a short kiss to my cheek, and that’s when I realize we’ve been standing out here too long. 

I gently tug his hand and lead him into the building. 

♪ dearest, darling, my universe

would you take me along? ♪

The steel walls lead us to an open room with high glass ceilings that has a giant pile of clothes in the middle. There’s no bodies, just clothes.

“Is this what happened to our friends?” I sign to Taehyung, gesturing to the heap. 

He just shrugs, wrapping his arm around me, his brown eye sad. I stare at his blue eye, the misty look in it familiar. 

Two people with differences. This is what makes them come after us. Our friends already got the punishment. It’s up to Taehyung and I to survive. 

All of a sudden there’s a shadow above the glass ceiling, and I drag Taehyung behind a turned over piece of furniture. 

In each other’s arms, I feel secure, if only for a fleeting second.

♪  far away in the universe from earth to mars

will you please go with me?  ♪

After they pass, we decide to keep moving. We find side street with empty shops that’s just outside the building. It’s littered with debris and dust, but it’s hidden away from them, so we pause. 

There’s an old mannequin in one window that’s surrounded by TVs, and on top of one of them there’s a grey camcorder. 

Taehyung grabs it as I look around.

-his point of view-

Holding the camcorder up to my left eye, I peer through it, curious. To my surprise I see her. But not in the present. 

She’s healed and it’s as if it’s before they came. It hurts my heart to see her like this as I think of what our life was before them. I have to pull the camcorder away before my tears threaten to fall. 

~ her point of view ~

Taehyung pulls the camcorder away and I swear that I see a glimmer of tears in his eyes. I give him a questioning look and he just hands me the camcorder, urging me to look through it.

I do as he says, and my world is now back to before. My Taehyung is back to before. 

Walking slowly over to him, I reach my left hand up to touch the side of his face, all while still holding the mysterious camcorder.

I feel his soft skin beneath my fingers, somehow forgetting about the cuts and scratches. 

He’s back. 

My love, before they came, is back, with both of his umber orbs that crinkle at the corners when he smiles. 

I smile through the tears as I slowly pull the camcorder down.

The grey world comes flashing back, and there’s my love now. Still as beautiful as before, just with one cloudy gaze. 

♪  crush me in your arms

give me a lovelier kiss, lover ♪

I grab Taehyung’s hand and decide that we need to leave this area, having stayed in one spot for too long.

“Let’s go,” I sign, sighing as I look around. This was a nice respite but we really should keep moving. 

I turn to go but Taehyung stops me by tugging gently on my hand. Looking at him, I see his finger pointed. Following it, I see the dirty street sign that says ‘Magnolia Street.’

I know why Taehyung’s pointing to it, and I know he wants to visit it, to see if it’s still intact. Of course, I also want to visit our old home, but I’m not sure if I can with all the memories it holds. 

Then I look at Taehyung’s face. His eyes are pleading and I can already feel my resolve crumbling. 

I nod.

♪ love is all, love is all

love, lovе, love, love ♪

Taehyung and I had bought the house when we were first married, excited to fix up the two-story. We painted the walls together and chose the furniture, two young lovers with no idea of the future. Those were some of my happiest days. Being able to be with Taehyung all the time made my heart almost burst with joy. 

Now, the cheerful yellow paint is peeling and as I open the creaky front door I gasp at the state of the inside.

There is a thick coat of dirt and dust everywhere, and many holes in the carpet. The walls are peeling and I can barely stand to look at the furniture because of its condition.

I feel Taehyung’s hand rub mine, and I try to relax, even as my heart is clenching. 

Walking through the living room to the dining room, I look at the table, still set up with cutlery. The dead flowers in the middle add to the dreariness and I inhale a cloud of dust as I sit down. 

Taehyung sits across from me and pulls out the camcorder, once again peering through it. 

I smile slightly as I pick the fork up and bring it to my mouth, biting into a fake piece of food.

-his point of view-

The colorful world is back again as she takes a bite of the delicious looking pastry. Her eyes shine as she chews it, and flowers are blooming on the table, highlighting her beauty. I feel myself smile.

~ her point of view ~

Taehyung smiles and I blink wistfully. 

“I can almost taste it,” I sign, imagining eating a fluffy piece of strawberry cake, not unlike the one we had at our wedding. It was so rich and Taehyung and I fed each other a piece, eyes glowing at the sugary goodness.

I reach for the camcorder, taking it and signing to Taehyung, “Your turn.” 

As he mimes a bite, I look through. He’s now eating a piece of strawberry cake, getting crumbs all over his mouth. Smiling fondly at him, I get up to wipe the crumbs off his mouth. 

♪ in the еnd,

how is it us?

for us? ♪

< camcorder point of view >

She gets up and lovingly brushes the crumbs off his mouth as he gazes into her eyes. The feel of his soft skin makes her smile as they are transported into a world of their own.

The couple is now in a fancy restaurant, one like their first date. The candles on the table are slightly fuzzy, as if it’s a dream. But the couple doesn’t care. 

Standing up to dance, he leads her in a slow waltz as the room starts to fill with shadows. They swerve dangerously close to the couple, some even reaching out in an angry manner.

The couple just laughs, ignoring them.

Eventually she holds his hand, and the couple makes a mad dash for the restaurant exit. They reach their claw hands out too close, and the couple barely misses them. 

~ her point of view ~

I run upstairs to the attic with Taehyung in tow. Is it still there? 

Stopping abruptly in the doorway, Taehyung all but crashes into me.

“Sorry,” I sign, distracted by the sight in front of me.

It is still there. While the tarp over it is ripped, my wedding dress still stands.

I had a designer friend of mine make me my wedding dress, and, sticking to the old tradition, Taehyung couldn’t see me in it before the wedding.

…

“I trust your judgement, baby,” he signed to me, and then kissed me on the cheek and left. 

The sleek silhouette is tasteful, with long and airy sleeves that have the smallest puff in the top to make it look more regal. The nipped in waist with a thin pearl belt accentuates my figure and the smooth fabric drapes elegantly down the skirt, folding in layers at the end. The simple veil added to the classic elegance aesthetic that I was going for.

I felt truly beautiful in that dress. 

When I walked down the aisle, I carried a bouquet of hydrangeas and baby’s breath with a pearl necklace and matching pearl drop earrings. 

I smiled shyly as I snuck a glance at Taehyung. His face was the happiest I had ever seen him and he looked like a lovable golden retriever. My golden retriever.

Our first kiss as a married couple was those like from the movies. Sweet and soft, a perfect fairytale moment.

…

Now, the sight of the dress makes me tear up for the millionth time. Why was it that I had to leave behind everything? All those happy memories and moments are tainted by the thought of them. 

Taehyung hugs me from behind, kissing me softly on the cheek. I don’t have to sign anything to know that he sees my tears. I also know that he probably has his own glistening in his eyes.

I lean more into his embrace, and we stand there together for a minute, a whirlpool of thoughts in our heads. 

Then I get a striking thought. What if I tried it on? 

“Baby, I know this is crazy, but what if I tried it on?” I sign to Taehyung, pleading silently with my eyes. 

“If it makes you happy, do it. I think we’re safe enough here for now,” he signs back. 

I slip it on over my clothes, surprised that it still fits (albeit a bit tight). Thinking about it, I remember the photobooth pictures we took after our wedding.

< camcorder point of view >

The couple stumbles into the cheap photobooth, drunk on their happiness. They have a limited amount of time before their wedding reception, but they want to spend a moment with just the two of them.

With their wedding attire still on, she fixes her veil before they both sit on the bench. Although they’re crammed together, the couple enjoys it, smiling giddily at each other. Then it’s time to take the photos.

First they try to be serious, barely holding in their grins at the camera flashes. Then, he gently hoists her onto his lap, poking her sides playfully, chuckling as she jumps. She laughs loudly, covering her face with her hand as the flash goes off again.

For the next pose they try a cuter angle. She throws her left arm around him and squishes his bread cheeks with her right hand. He pouts, still looking as handsome as ever for the picture.

After, she fixes his hair, trying to get ready for a (hopefully) nice photo. He just makes faces into the camera and the flash goes off before she can adjust herself. 

Oh, well, who needs a nice picture in a photobooth anyway? 

The photos come out and the couple looks at them together, overjoyed with the results.

~ her point of view ~ 

“Remember the photobooth snapshots we took?” I signed to Taehyung, still clad in my wedding dress. 

He nods, reaching out his arms. 

I look as him quizzically, until he gestures for me to come to him.

As I do, he carefully places his hands in mine and starts to slowly sway. 

I rest my head on his shoulder, breathing him in. Feeling his warmth, I close my eyes as we sway to our own unknown rhythm. 

< camcorder point of view >

The now married couple walks into the reception to congratulations. As a special surprise for their guests, they’re going to sing a song together. 

She starts in with the inspiring melody, and he joins in with a smooth harmony. Confetti starts falling down but the couple doesn’t notice, lost in each other.

At the climax of the song, he brings a small red flower from his pocket and places it behind her ear. He already has a matching one behind his.

Her face is soft and full of love as she sings the climax, hitting the high note effortlessly as he dips her back. 

They come back up to thundering applause. The couple sweetly kiss, feeling each other’s smiles on their lips. 

Bathed in golden light and dusted in confetti, it’s clear they are meant for each other.

~ her point of view ~ 

After our short dance (if you can even call it that), we go to our bedroom. The wallpaper is faded and the furniture has cobwebs, but the four poster bed still stands. It was a gift from my mother for our wedding and has beautiful carvings on the wood. 

Feeling a rush of silliness, I climb onto the bed and start jumping. The bed creaks but doesn’t break, and I take it as a sign to keep bouncing. 

Taehyung joins me and we hold hands like we’re in our lovesick teenager years. 

I grab a pillow, intending to hit Taehyung with it. As I grab the pillow it rips open, feathers spilling out of it. 

Laughing, I whack Taehyung with the case, getting feathers in his hair. He grins cheekily and also grabs a pillow, rips it open, and lets the feathers fly. It’s a snow of feathers in the room now, with them settling on our hair and clothes.

Taehyung and I flop back onto the bed, breathless with joy. Beaming, I turn on my side and brush a stray hair out of Taehyung’s face. 

♪ I slowly film you with my eyes

please make a serene smile once again ♪

I still. Even after all this time, he makes my heart flutter with just his glance. 

He smirks at me, then presses a quick kiss to the corner of my mouth, then the other corner. My nose is next, followed by my lips and soon he’s peppering them all over my cheeks. 

Giggling, I try to push him away but fail. I lay there in his embrace, warm and cozy.

♪ as we hovered slowly

in the night of that day

will you courageously set with me? ♪

A shadow suddenly passes by the window, and I get a glimpse of them flying by. I sit up and bolt out of bed, signing to Taehyung, “We need to leave, now.” 

We go downstairs and out the door, glancing at the sky. They are nowhere in sight, and Taehyung and I run. 

We’re not entirely sure where we’re going, but somehow we end up making a full circle and end up back at the abandoned office building. 

Just as we’re about to go back inside, I get a sudden feeling of dread, and I turn around and there theyare. 

“Run.” I sign, grabbing Taehyung’s hand and sprinting inside. We start to make random twists and turns in the winding hallways, hoping to throw them off. 

But they are too fast.

Stopping in our tracks we realize we’ve made it back to the room with the huge pile of clothes. There’s nowhere else to go, as they are blocking the one and only exit. 

Turning around, I quickly scan the room for something to use as a weapon. Spotting a metal pipe I pick it up and bring my arms up to hit them. 

Before I can blink Taehyung snatches the pipe out of my hands and uses it to hit them. 

Three times he strikes them with the pipe. I can see that he uses his full strength, but it’s not enough.

They just glow brighter.

The power of his blows knocks him back and he falls to the ground. I immediately go to him, wrapping my arms around him and holding him close. 

Taehyung find my hand and grasps onto it. His palm is warm, and I clench it tightly. 

If we’re going down, we’re in it together. 

Just like we promised.

They turn red, and I feel my heart break. 

This is it.

♪ destroy me slowly and chilly, ruiner

I want to get sad with you, my lover ♪

I don’t want Taehyung to see this. I gently lower my other hand over his left eye as I take a shaky breath. 

I feel a single tear fall as a cold feeling washes over my body. It seeps into my bones and takes over me.

♪ run away from necessity, run on

go to the end with me, my lover ♪

~ his point of view ~ 

My heart is breaking as my love covers my eye, putting me into darkness. I feel her shudder, and I know that it’s happening. I’m just grateful that she is here. All I want is to be with her.

A bucket of ice is dousing me and I feel it in my soul. The slight feeling of drowning overtakes me. 

♪ two of us, side by side, gone astray on purpose

crush me in your arms

give me a lovelier kiss, lover ♪

…

< camcorder point of view > 

The couple slowly lifts into the air and then there is a bright flash of light. 

A wedding dress with a veil and a torn shirt and pants float down in a whisper onto the pile. 

♪ our love wins all, love wins all

love, love, love, love ♪

[loredroppingwthecorpses]

letters to him

Thank you all for voting so much, so without further ado, all five parts of letters to him!

letters to him (natalya)- April 9th, 2024

dear,

dearest,

my dearest,

but not anymore

because you see we can’t seem to stop fighting

it’s like we’re always at war.

it used to be cute back when we were

Love,

Loved,

Loving (?)

of each other

but perhaps it’s just me pushing

all that love down the gutter

i’m a prude and so crude and you can’t seem to make up your mind about me

i piss you off, and damn i’m so off and Miss. Rachiminoff in your shadow

treated like a little sister and despised by all of your misters

‘aggressive, much?’ You asked one noon and I knew in that moment all I was to you,

an exotic little girl who begged for your plastic spoon

the promise of life and death and “fly me to the moon”

and when my heart pumped blood enough to be fuel to our moon

you made me your Monna Vanna and wrote me as a fool

letters to him (sabrina)- April 9th, 2024

little poem little lie

what a beast, ‘Here She Lies’

three time’s the charm

that’s a damn lie

I tried once,

twice,

five thousand times

their screams and cries inside these walls

bounce around like his favorite tennis ball

“NO”

one more time

“NO”

just one more

“NO”

i’m on the floor wishing it would all just stop.

you threaten me after hearing my words

languages i never thought you’d learn

swears that we promised in the dead of the night would never spurn from your mouth to mine

on the ground, in the air, right in front of us to plead with sighs

you to took my image and ground me to the core

and now all that’s left is some numbskulled-whore

letters to him (olivia)- April 10th, 2024

Rageful women never get far

darling, maybe that was our destined start

Me, to rule with a crown full of tears and a head full of hope

You, to strike me down with all of my fears and the promise of a tantalizing grown man

someone to come home

but

Teenage girls never get far

and baby, that’s what’s been wrong from the start

You, expecting perfect

Me, thinking it too

i wish i could come home

but

After everything I said to you?

letters to him (taylor)- April 10th, 2024

Speak the words that nobody else does

I wonder how long these words were unsaid

Passive belonging and talk of my talent

You never believed it till I softly said,

“Come for me at the dusk and the dawn,

Where the daylight bends and the rivers are gone

How come women are weak when it’s time to move on?

Every regret has its own mournful song”

And to keep in the light from this shadowed world

I decided no regrets are spared on men with subpar clothes

Maybe a king would have mercy, or even a queen

But a goddess primordial no man has ever seen.

letters to him (lizzie)- April 10th, 2024

It takes time to put aside

Every painful boy

Till one comes up and says “that’s love” with a shrug and a mournful smile

He reminded me of nebulas

And galaxies

And stars that were tested with time

At this point most people think the list is over, but I've only just described his eyes

It’s like the sun found a boy and said,

“you will walk my earth,

and with that blessing,

may your very heart

be that of Hestia’s hearth”

And then they pulled him from fiction, and put him in the rain

Those eyes of galaxies and stars that could never know such pain.

He waited patiently till monster turned friend,

And when found by a hunter, he predicted their crooked end.

I know when I get too dark I should avoid his gaze

But for him, I’d waste every birthday wish, loose eyelash, and every single star

And if he doesn’t want my stars and wishes, like the ones in his eyes,

I’ll pack up my letters

And kiss him goodbye

[stormyjane7]

A Red Eyed Devil

Read here on AO3

It had been a few days since you had clearly made it apparent to each other and the group that you were bound to one another. As you looked up from your book, and around the camp, you knew that it hadn’t stopped everyone fussing and flirting with what you felt like was already claimed as yours. It was starting to aggravate you more and more as you thought about it. What gave them the right to think they could get you away from him? You catch Gale looking in your direction after another sloppy attempt at flirting with Tav. If you could have killed him with just your glare, he’d be in a puddle of his own blood right now. Gale sheepishly looked away from you. You both knew he was caught red handed and in the wrong. 

A growl almost escaped your lips as you saw that Shadowheart was attempting next. This was truly unbelievable. Did she not even see Gale's failed attempt and certain death glare from you? Though granted you were sure she was into the darker side of the bedroom things, so she might enjoy being threatened. You held your breath as you see once again Tav smile graciously and turn her down. 

Thankfully your love was breaking away from the group and heading over to you. Her face held a sour expression which fanned the fire building in you. Jealousy and possessiveness were never feelings you were afforded before the tadpole. You could never have anything outside of whatever scraps you were given. Now that you are free to roam, holding as tight as you can to the one Gods damn good thing in your miserable life is all you have. Fuck anyone who step into your territory. 

“Can you believe them?” Tav sighs as she reaches where you are. “I can’t keep telling them no over and over. They just don’t get it that I'm taken and not up for grabs anymore.”

“Well my dearest, I do have an idea to get them to stop. You may not be up for it however, it would be quite the scandal.”

“I’m listening. What did you have in mind? If I can get them to stop and leave me, us, alone I’m all ears.”

“What if you let me take you right in front of them? Use their own shame against them. I doubt after that they would question my claim on you or you on me.” You can see that she is blushing, even spots on her chest. If you were to strip her now, you could win a bet she was red from head to toe.

“I..uh..wow.” She coughs trying to gather her composure. 

“It’s okay love. It’s just a wild idea and does not have to be done. We can figure out something less, debauched.” 

“No.” She said firmly while looking back at the group. “While I’d hate to give them a free show, it’s quite possibly the only way to get them to stop this nonsense.” She looks back up at you with determination on her face. “Lets do it. Nothing showy, just quick and to the point. If we’re still heated after we’ll just go out into the forest to finish up. Deal?” “Oh darling, deal indeed.” You close your book and set it to the side. “Go on then dear. I’m right behind you.” You watch her walk with what seems to be the biggest confidence boost toward the group. Her face must be commanding attention as the chatter around the fire stopped as she approached. She took a breath before she started undressing herself. Weapons that were being clean, fell out of hands; a lit cigar was now rolling on the ground; and a spell book closed with a resounding snap. All eyes were in a state of lust and confusion as they watched their fearless leader undress themselves fully. 

“I want you all to watch and learn. I tried playing it nice but maybe this will get it through your heads.” She said tilting her head up in a defiant way.

You saunter up behind her and hear a gasp from the group as you wrap your hands around the top of one shoulder and around her waist. You turn her around in your arms. 

“Tav, do you consent to submit to what I’m about to do to and with you?” You lift her chin up with a hand so you can look directly in her eyes.

She nods. “Yes Astarion.”

“Good girl. Now get on your knees for me won’t you dear?” The silence in the camp was truly deafening as everyone watched their leader get on her knees in front of you. “Now, release me of my trousers and do whatever it is you wish with me. I’m not picky.” You say with a grin.

She undoes the laces of your trousers and lowers them down your legs. You kick them off to the side. She gingerly wraps her hand around your hard length and gives it a reassuring squeeze. You stare into her eyes as you watch her open her mouth to wrap her lips around you. 

“That’s right my pet. You’re so Gods damn good for me.” You make sure to put strength behind the words of possession. You grab her hair and slide yourself in and out of her mouth. You look at the camp group as you make her go all the way down to the base and make her gag. The expressions among the group were priceless. You pull your sweet girl off of you, wiping the precum and spit off of her lips.

“Now won’t you be a good girl and turn around towards our dear, sweet, and smart friends on your hands and knees?” She smiles and nods at you. After she has done so, she gives you a wiggle showing you that she was okay and ready to continue. You got on your knees behind her and in one smooth motion entered her from behind. Her head throws back with a moan escaping her lips.

“Now, dear, sweet, smart friends. I want you to understand one thing.” You grab her hair again to make sure that her face is up towards them. You can see her eyes are closed with the throws of passion rather than shame, so you don’t make her open them at this time. As you speak again you start thrusting into her make sure to slam with each word. “She. Is. Mine. I. Am. Her’s.” 

She cries out after you said the words. You slow your pace a tiny bit so that your words came out as clearly as possible. “If I catch any of you flirting with her again with true intention, I will have your head. Is that clear?” You growl the last sentence.

The entire group snaps out of their trance to vigorously nod their heads. 

“Good.” You pull out of Tav and grab your pants to pull them back on before you scoop your darling up and head towards the forest. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have unfinished business to attend to now that you have been set in your places.”

[alicenthightowerrp]

"I wish you could have known her too." Alicent whispered; her soft smile still in place as she watched her daughter take on the precious necklace with ease. It seemed to be made for her. The Queen gracefully stepped away from her daughter; her expression still one of softness that was usually not on her face.

The comfortable silence stretched over the pair for a moment as she took in her daughter's presence. Alicent's soft, doe eyes wandered over Helaena and noted how she had seemed to grow in her absence. It seemed her presence had allowed her daughter to spread her wings like one of her butterflies she adored.

Helaena's words touched her deeply as Alicent bowed her head if only for a second; her mind full of her dead mother before the teachings her father had forced upon her steadied her emotions as ever. Alicent did not voice her original plan for the jewel; she was to have given Helaena the necklace on her wedding day but Alicent could never bring herself to do so.

Alicent did not want to voice her thoughts that Viserys may not ask for them; if she was truthful, the King had never asked for his children other than Rhaenyra. "I am sure he will enjoy the company." Alicent lied so prettily, as she had done for so many years; she doubted the truth would be recognisable to herself.

Alicent could not stop the twitch of a smirk threatening to return to her face as she thought of her darling grandchildren. "It will be good to spend time with them." The Queen mostly whispered to herself. The idea of leaving the place that had been her home for Dragonstone seemed impossible; she could not see herself leaving this place but there was a voice at the back of her mind that sounded so much like her mother, which had her questioning it all.

"You got me a gift?" Alicent hummed; her eyes following Helaena's quick movements and she couldn't help but soften at the familiarity of her daughter's presence and mannerisms. It was these small moments that mattered, but it was never enough. Never enough to keep them safe, the Queen thought.

Alicent stepped closer; meeting her daughter in the middle of the room. It was nice to just have the company even if their interests had never lined up.

"Oh..this is beautiful." Alicent whispered; hands gently reaching for the perfect creation Helaena had made her out to be. Gently, the Queen reached out; her delicate fingers brushing over the imprint of herself. The lack of features did not disturb her; actually it brought her a sense of calm she could not articulate. "You were always so good at embroidery, my love." Alicent sweetly complimented her dearest one as she remembered the many times Helaena would be sat and usually creating one of her bugs she adored so much. It was a near honour to be created by her.

"I love this." Alicent hummed; locking eyes with Helaena as she brightly smiled. Her face brightened as she did whilst the Queen leaned and pressed a soft kiss to her daughter's cheek. "I shall keep this close." The Queen whispered, smiling down at the piece once more before so gently placing it on her dressing table. It was a place of trinkets from the past. A dragon stuffed toy Aegon had once been obsessed with, the first patch Aemond had worn after the loss of his eye, a wooden sword Daeron had made for her once upon a time and pressed flowers Rhaenya had picked in the royal gardens when she was a toddler.

It was what she fought for.

Just Us Two

( A part of @asongofgoldenfireandblackblood )

Starter with @alicenthightowerrp

Helaena sat in her mother’s chambers, patiently waiting for her to arrive. This was where they had agreed to meet, so they could talk privately, yet Helaena had come a bit too early. Her nerves prompted her to do so.

She had left the children with Aegon for the time being, and she knew that they would be fine. What was causing her anxieties at this moment was her mother. She had not seen her mother in quite some time, and the reason for their visit now was because her father was dying. Helaena couldn’t imagine the state her mother would be in when they finally talked, just the two of them.

Helaena loved her mother with every inch of her. It pained her that their father would be gone soon, and it pained her to think of how her mother would be left a widow soon. There was no one Helaena had missed more than anyone while living on Dragonstone.

As a child, the young Princess had followed the Queen around everywhere she went. She had tried to imitate her courtesies, her elegance, her sternness. Maybe Helaena didn’t try hard enough, as she had not turned out quite like Alicent, her mother. While she was stern with her children, when it came to anyone else, she was meek. While she tried to be courteous, she failed to be with strangers. Helaena couldn’t say if she herself was elegant or not, and she knew what others said about her, that she was not as striking or beautiful as most Targaryen women were.

But her mother never commented on any of that. Yes, she had tried to get Helaena to be more outgoing, less awkward, and more stern, yet it never felt out of hatred for the way she was. She knew her mother wanted the best for her and loved her regardless. She found it funny how she followed around her mother as a child, and now her own daughter Jaehaera was the same way. She wondered if her own mother did the same thing when she was young.

She was brought out of her thoughts when Alicent entered the room. “Mother!” Helaena beamed. She walked over and hugged her mother tightly. “I’m pleased to finally have a moment with you, just us.”