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[suibiansubs]

Announcing: The Closure of Suibian Subs

It's never truly easy to make these type of announcements... but what would I know, I've never had to make one like this before:

I am announcing the permanent closure of Suibian Subs. The public discord server and translation work will cease.

As for our downloads, we are still deciding whether to offer them on our tumblr - which will stay open - or if there is a better solution going forward.

Please note that this doesn't mean everyone should race to upload MDZS audio drama to Youtube!! We still do not appreciate our wishes being broken.

However, if you have a friend who's downloaded the audio drama, you can have them share with you privately either online or in person. Do not upload it for the public anywhere.

Treasure Chest subs is currently working on MDZS audio drama subs. Please find their information to get access to their downloads, and respect their rules.

Thank you everyone for your kind words and support these 6-7 years.

If you're truly wondering, this closing is not about the server hack. It's 10% server hack and 90% member interest. The server being hacked is what really brought things into perspective for us. That is:

It's just time.

A little note from kittykat2010 down below:

From kittykat2010:

It's kind of hard to believe this all happened because I was impatient. LOL

I was impatient and decided to try MTL translating the MDZS audio drama, myself. We all know how well that would've worked. Luckily, the first person to contact me was iarrod before I released anything

"Since 2018, Suibian Subs has been providing quality subtitles, especially known for subtitling the MDZS audio drama, for fans to enjoy worldwide."

I never really thought it would be of such significance to hundreds of people. It was simply a passion project between iarrod and I. Then we added a bunch of other members: Gwyn, askcj1, Yen, and several more that have left over the years... and the rest is history.

Yes, people come and go, life changes, they need to take a break, then a "break" turns into leaving. Sometimes personalities clash and drama ensues. And the group either recovers from these types of changes or struggles to come back to its full glory.

I will certainly miss the camaraderie among us, the random chats, the streams, etc. It was all a fun time in my life that I will look back on and cherish.

Thank you especially to all of the team members, translators and subbing team, for sticking around, enjoying the good times and not-so-good times. Thank you iarrod for helping me out when I was so damn impatient - ha!.

Thank you to those members who have left for your work and dedication to the server.

Thank you fans!!!

Those who have donated (when we had donations for the MDZS audio drama team), those who have thanked us for our work, and those who haven't. Those who have told everyone that the MDZS audio drama is the best adaption of the novel and the best/only place to watch is through Suibian Subs.

Again, thank you everyone. Suibian Subs and its fans will truly be missed.

[heliads]

boy; girl; dragon

Hiccup only needs two things. He knows he can rely on both forever.

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There is a boy, and he has a girl. And also a dragon. 

The order matters. He had the girl first, even if he didn’t know it yet. She didn’t say a word to him about the feeling beating against the bars of her ribs like a dove in a cage, not until he did first. The dragon helped things along, surprisingly. Usually, fire-breathing reptiles can only complicate a situation, but when two young people are soaring through the sky with only the billowing light of the sun and stars around them to bear witness to the truths they have to tell, secrets end up not so secret anymore. Hiccup told you he loved you. You said the same.

The dragon watched, and listened, and waited. It, of course, had known the whole time. Almost everyone did. Tact is a rare occurrence among the Vikings, but the people of Berk could tell that interference in the story of you and him, him and you, would not bode well. You and Hiccup were something different, something special. You didn’t need anyone but each other. And the dragon.

Loving a Viking is dangerous. Loving Hiccup was so far along the line of adventure and risk that even your first kiss felt like throwing off your armor to embrace a knife in your chest. If this was pain, though, it was the loveliest anguish you had ever experienced in your entire life. Falling in love with Hiccup was brilliant, like dragonfire; exhilarating, like tumbling in freefall; unfailing, like the son of a chieftain knowing that he would send his entire village to keep you safe from harm or die trying. Staying in love with him was soft torchlight, quiet mornings, wispy clouds around your temples when he took you up to see the stars. Easy. Perfect. And yours, all yours.

The two of you are together now, sitting side by side on the edge of a cliff. Most of Berk is rocky with occasional splashes of slate blue or chestnut wood to break up the monotonous grey, but tenacious patches of grass have managed to crawl up to the top of the cliffside here, providing you with a threadbare emerald blanket on which you can rest your legs.

A cool wind whistles through the air, toying with your hair and clothes before plunging off the edge of the rock face. You watch it go, taking a few errant leaves with it, and consider the drop down to the sea below you.

“If I fell right now,” you say to Hiccup, “off the side, you would catch me.”

“I would catch you,” he affirms. “Dragon or no dragon.”

“What if I fell too fast and you couldn’t reach me in time?” You ask.

He takes your hand, voice soft and gentle in the early morning. You’ve heard him louder and more assertive when directing the villagers, but you like him best like this, when Hiccup’s peace is only ever meant for you. There is an entirely different young man who exists only when he’s alone with you, a Hiccup that no one will ever know as well as you do. It is a delight to keep the secret of this second, inner boy. It’s a treasure that will only ever be claimed by you, a sparkling spread of gold and jewels captive to one person and one person alone. Not even blood relations can claim that sort of glory.

“There is nowhere you could go that I would not follow,” Hiccup asserts. “Not off the cliff. Not into the sky. I would follow you past the sun, or a hundred thousand lengths in the sea. I would search the world to find you, if I had to, and I would bring you back with me. Always. Do you believe me?”

“I do,” you whisper. “Always.”

“Always,” he repeats, and presses a kiss to your temple.

This is loving Hiccup, then. Always. Always the guarantee of a heart beating in tandem with yours. Always the confidence that you will not be alone in this world of yours, even as it seems to stretch out forever, even as it looms to hide a hundred friends or a thousand enemies. If the odds are with you or against you, you will have Hiccup to guide you through the trials and tribulations of this life of yours. It is written in the stars, and it is sworn by the one you love. No promise could be greater.

The two of you will descend into legend, into myth, into folklore. Never in the world have any two people loved each other more, and never will they again. Every young pair thinks that they could have this, a love to last a lifetime, but you and Hiccup will do them one better and last a thousand more. You could love him in every universe, every incarnation of yourselves, and Hiccup has already promised to be by your side no matter who you two were. Gods, maybe. Heroes or villains. Ordinary lives or glorious ones. All of them will feature the two of you together. Always.

A shadow briefly blots out the sun overhead, a pair of jet-black wings soaring through the early morning skies. As it loops and wheels towards the two of you, its shade flickers across the trees, dappling them with night’s fury even as the sun climbs higher into the sky. It occurs to you that you’d like every day to start and end like this one, for each one of your hours to be filled with this sort of blissful joy. You don’t need riches, you don’t need a legacy. All you need is right here before you. A boy and a girl. And also a dragon.

disney tag list: @blondsauduun, @lovesanimals0000, @mayfieldss, @eclliipsed, @avadakadabra93

also tagging @hope92100 bc HICCUP

all tags list: @wordsarelife

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Dating Seongji HCs, please 👀🥹

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character: seongji yuk

summary: him in a relationship w u <33

start 8 sep

end 11 sep

a/n seongji is deffo the hardest character to write. I hope seongji fans enjoy 😭🙏 tysm 4 requesting!!

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ᯓ★ He’s terrible at kissing. While he’s excited to attempt, it often leads to moments where you can barely hold back your laughter. Seongji steadies his hands on your hips as you take on the role of teaching him how to kiss you. As he learns, he begins to experiment by teasingly kissing your cheeks, building up to your lips. His newfound confidence leads him to a new approach — to deliver teasing kisses on your cheeks that lead up to your lips, then a small kiss before fully devouring you when you least expect it.

While you’re doing absolutely anything, he’ll slip up behind you and wrap his arms around you in a tender embrace. His lips then start playfully exploring the crevices of your neck with trailing kisses that make you shiver. As Seongji gently turns your head towards him, the kiss on your lips is passionate yet soft. It’s clear that he’s learning to kiss you in a way that makes each moment feel especially intimate and tailored to you.

ᯓ★ Seongji believes in the red-string theory. A theory that says that no matter where the other may be, the universe has bound you two by invisible red string. The string will always pull you back together, proving that their bound is meant to be by destiny. To him, fate has intertwined you two, making you his other half. The same interests and hobbies, the amount of joy he feels in your presence all contribute to his belief.

Fate has brought you two together, and he couldn’t be happier.

ᯓ★ Seongji loves physical touch, finding any excuse to brush his hand against yours or simply have his arms around you. He treasures the moments at night where you’d bury your face in his chest, finding comfort in the warmth of your smaller figure nestled against him.

╰┈ ★ When you hold Seongji, he could feel his composure melting away. Even a light kiss on the cheek sends his heart fluttering. The warmth of your arms wrapped around his small waist envelops him a state that almost feels like a dream, blurring the lines between reality and fantasy.

ᯓ★ He’s completely love-struck — loving the way your eyes draw him in, leaving him unable to take his eyes off your lips when you speak. His favouritism towards you becomes even more apparent when he gently squishes your cheeks, softly chuckling at your playfully annoyed resction.

ᯓ★ When he thinks you’re asleep, Seongji whispers sweet little nothings while weaving his fingers through your hair, as if savouring the softness of each strand. Every so often, he presses soft kisses from your cheeks to your forehead, each one like a gentle whisper on your skin.

ᯓ★ On a tranquil, quiet night, Seongji invites you to go stargazing. It’s the perfect time of the month when the moon is in its full glory, casting its silvery light over the landscape. The solar-yellow stars are like beacons of hope for all the lost in the world, and Seongji clings to their light.

╰┈ ★ From time to time, your fingertips brush against each other, the simple touch making Seongji’s heart flutter. The contact is gentle, like a whisk against the skin, yet it leaves a warmth that lingers between the two of you. You glance up, your eyes meeting his with a mix of surprise and anticipation. Seongji is at a loss for words and flustered, quickly averting his gaze.

This night is meant to be special; he yearns to tell you how much you mean to him, but he can barely let the words roll off his tongue. Ever so often, he can’t help but steal a glance at your expression, completely mesmerised by stars. The comforting silence between you is filled with the whoosh of the leaves against the warm wind and the distant hum of natures nightly creatures.

If only you could look at him that way.

“[reader],” He mumbles under his breathe, and you turn your head to face him. Seongjis overthinking mind spun with possibilities, each one worst than the last.

“Yeah..?” You softly whisper, noticing him fidgeting with his fingers and the way his eyes darted to everything other than you. “Is there something you have to tell me? You don’t have to-“

“Be my girlfriend. Kiss.. Kiss me.” A bead of sweat drips down his forehead as he struggles to find the words to correct himself. They begin to stumble one over the other, becoming unintelligible. Upset with himself, he decides it’s better to give up, and just hope for the best.

You simply giggled and threw yourself into his arms, kissing him all over. Seongji smiled and held you tight; then placed a tender kiss on your lips. (and that’s when you realise he has a long way to go)

ᯓ★ Loves when you kiss his fingers. As your lips brush over his palm to the tip of his 6th finger, he can feel his resolve slowly crumbling. Your gentle reassurance, telling him how attractive it is, relaxes his body and he can’t help but smile. Every time you remind him he’s not a monster, and just as human as everybody else, a tear rolls down his cheek. And he’s so glad to have you to wipe it away.

ᯓ★ He loves calling you pet names. Baby, sweetie, darling — all of the like. When you’re cuddling at night, snuggled against his warm chest, he’ll softly mumble a “goodnight baby,” as he kisses your forehead. His sluggish and weary voice causes your stomach to flutter with butterflies. After he’s made his 3rd batch of tanghulu, he’ll sneak up from behind you and surprise you by nestling his head in the crook of your neck, while his hands draw to your hips like a magnet. You loose your ability to even get angry when he coos “sweetheart” so lovingly into your ear.

ᯓ★ Seongji is always there for you. At your lowest, he never hesitates to be there for you. He gently brushes the hair away from your face as he whispers reassuring words softly into your ears, offering a sense of calm amidst the chaos.

ᯓ★ He’s afraid of being a bother, so he pulls away with no warning. Without the warmth in the mornings, it fills you with a profound sense of loneliness. No matter how much you try to adjust, you can never replace the comfort of his closeness. You can’t help but miss when he wouldn’t let you leave bed in the mornings without a cuddle session, when he’d cuddle and kiss you so often.

Until you finally mustered the courage to confront him, you felt his entire body practically melting in your arms. Seongji felt so pathetic, and so, so vulnerable as you ruffled your hands through his hair while you curled your arms helplessly around him. The lingering aftertaste of tanghulu from the tender, languid kiss that you desperately clung onto made a heartfelt smile curl onto your lips.

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ivyyyyyyyy i think a frostbite with barty and "tell me three reasons why I should put up with you." "well, for starters, I'm cute." would be super adorable in your style <333 congrats again mwah

Carinaaaaa, thank you so much, love!! <333 You get me and my dramatic muse (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) I swear he’s my spirit animal in his over-the-top glory! I’m so glad you think he and my style fit well together, that means the world (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) And thank you for the congrats, mwah!

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ BARTY CROUCH JR #44: "Tell me three reasons why I should put up with you." "Well, for starters, I'm cute."

You sigh, looking over at Barty with an eyebrow raised, fighting the urge to roll your eyes as he leans lazily against the wall, his hands stuffed in his pockets. You’re not sure what he’s done this time to drive you up the wall, but he’s certainly acting like he hasn’t just spent the last twenty minutes making it his life’s mission to be a menace.

“Tell me three reasons why I should even put up with you,” you say, arms crossed and giving him an unimpressed look.

Barty’s eyes spark mischievously, clearly ready to meet your challenge with enthusiasm. He straightens up, putting on a look of mock-seriousness as he dramatically flips an imaginary lock of hair over his shoulder, like he's about to deliver a line from a play.

“Welllllll,” he begins, drawing out the word as if he’s really contemplating it, “for starters, I’m cute.” He flashes you a grin that’s as smug as it is endearing, the corners of his mouth curving up like he’s already won.

You can’t help it—you scoff, rolling your eyes at him as you cross your arms tighter. “Yeah, sure, you’re cute.”

To your surprise, Barty’s face lights up in a way that’s so genuine it makes you falter for just a second. His eyes glint with excitement, and he practically beams at you, looking like a kid who’s just been handed a massive candy bar. “Oh! So you do think I’m cute!” he practically shouts, clearly reveling in the supposed compliment.

You can’t believe how easily he’s fallen for that, and a smirk tugs at your lips. You’re not going to let him have his little victory so easily. “If by ‘cute,’ you mean overly obnoxious, a bane to my existence, an insufferable little gremlin with no respect for personal space, then yes. You’re adorable,” you say, layering each word with as much sarcasm as you can muster.

Barty gasps, clutching his chest dramatically like he’s just been mortally wounded. “How could you?!” His voice cracks as he stumbles backward, casting you a wounded look as if you’ve stabbed him with betrayal itself. He clutches an invisible wound on his chest, stumbling back to collapse onto the couch like a tragic hero in the final act of his life. “Obnoxious? A gremlin? A bane to your existence?! How could you say such hurtful things? I thought we had something special!”

By now, you’re laughing despite yourself, trying to cover your mouth as a few giggles slip out. Barty peeks from under his hand, clearly pleased to have gotten a reaction out of you, his face breaking into a victorious grin as he sees your shoulders shaking with laughter.

“See?” he says, dropping the act entirely and flashing you that ever-smug grin. “That’s reason two: I make you laugh, and you know you love it.” He wiggles his eyebrows for emphasis, looking at you with such exaggerated confidence that it’s impossible not to laugh harder.

“Oh, Merlin,” you mutter, trying to compose yourself even as he gazes at you with the utmost satisfaction. “I don’t know if I ‘love’ it, but you sure do keep things interesting.”

Barty pretends to be offended, once again clutching his chest like he’s barely holding himself together. “Only ‘interesting’? Treasure, please, don’t shortchange me,” he says, rolling his eyes in mock despair. “I’m magnificent. I’m a vision. A one-of-a-kind gem in your otherwise humdrum life. Who else brings the kind of sparkle, the absolute pizzazz, that I do?”

You try to keep a straight face as you reply, “Pizzazz? The only ‘pizzazz’ you bring is when you manage to knock over three things in a row and try to play it off like it was intentional.”

He gasps again, this time managing to look somehow even more insulted. “You think I’m clumsy?” he asks, eyes wide with faux horror. “No, no, my love, that’s just me leaving a mark on the world, showing my… my undeniably charming presence.”

“Oh, is that what you’re calling it now?” you reply, trying to fight back a grin. “And here I thought it was just you being a klutz.”

Barty sniffs, lifting his chin with a dignified air. “Well, I don’t expect you to understand the intricacies of my charm, Treasure. It’s a rare gift, one that mere mortals such as yourself might struggle to comprehend.”

“Rare gift?” you echo, chuckling as he leans into his own grandeur. “If anything, it’s a rare torture.”

He laughs, clearly enjoying every second of your banter. “Oh, admit it,” he says, leaning forward, “you’d be absolutely miserable without me. Who else would provide you with endless entertainment, constant compliments, and the kind of delightful companionship that I do?”

You raise an eyebrow at him, trying to look as unimpressed as possible. “Endless entertainment, maybe. As for companionship… I think I could find quieter, less ego-inflated options.”

He gasps yet again, stumbling back into the couch as if he’s been struck. “Quieter? Quieter? How could you even suggest such a thing? The silence would be deafening, and you’d be haunted by the memory of my delightful voice, echoing in the void.”

“Haunted by your voice? That sounds more like a nightmare than a fond memory,” you say with a grin, unable to keep up the unimpressed act much longer.

Barty pauses, noticing the way you’re smiling at him, and his expression softens for a moment, a genuine glimmer of happiness slipping through his playful mask. “Alright, reason three,” he says, his voice lower and a little gentler. “I make you smile, and I know that’s worth something.”

You try to stifle your reaction, but the warmth in his voice catches you off guard, and you find yourself unable to hide your smile.

“You think that counts as a real reason?” you ask, half-jokingly, even though you’re fully aware that it’s a perfectly good reason.

“Of course it does,” he says, leaning in closer with a look of triumph. “So, tell me, have I convinced you?”

You give him a long look, trying to keep your face serious but failing as a smirk creeps in. “Fine. Maybe you’re not entirely unbearable,” you admit.

He grins, looking as overjoyed as if you’d just handed him the world. “I’ll take it!” he says with a flourish, sweeping you into a dramatic bow. “It is a privilege and a pleasure to be tolerated by you.”

Laughing, you give him a playful shove. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Oh, it’s far too late for that, Treasure.” He winks, flashing you that smug grin again, and you know, despite the constant teasing, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

the nickname 'Treasure' is taken from the lovely @ellecdc; aka the best barty writer everrr •ᴗ•

[mystic-writings]

selfishly, i love you | eleventh doctor

PAIRING — eleventh doctor x fem!reader

SUMMARY — after two years of being burdened with love for the doctor, you make the choice to leave him behind. 

WARNINGS — angst

WORD COUNT — 1,818

NOTES — matt smith i will always love you

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You weren’t sure what hurt more — your utterly unrequited love for the Doctor, or the fact that you were leaving him behind. 

After years of waiting, of being his companion and seeing every corner of time and space with him, you were finally choosing to leave his impossibly addicting lifestyle behind. 

Oddly enough, it was such a trivial thing that brought you to the decision. 

Visiting the future was always a tricky thing; rarely did the Doctor get the timing correct. This was one of the few times that he had, on a trip that was just for you and him. No Rory, River, or Amy. Just the pair of you, exploring New New London in all of its intergalactic, interspecies glory. 

It was a treasure, seeing glimpses of a world that would only come to fruition after you’d be long gone. You think that’s why you loved travelling with the Doctor as much as you did. To know that despite everything, the world wouldn’t end when you eventually died. That no matter how bad the trivial things seemed in the smaller picture of your life, the world would keep on going. 

You’d been wandering a food market together when it happened, taking in the bustle of people as vendors displayed all sorts of things — clothes, food, anything your heart wanted. 

“Doctor, look!” You pointed excitedly at one of the market stalls. “They’ve got those candies! The three berry ones that I’ve been looking for!” 

The Doctor shared a smile with you as you dragged him by the sleeve of his tweed coat over to the market stall. 

Excitedly, you pointed at the bag of candies. “How much?”

“Four credits a bag, or two bags for seven credits,” the older man said, rather gruffly, despite the smile on his face. 

The Doctor transferred enough credits for you to take four bags of candies, and you thanked both him and the vendor profusely as you pocketed your bags. 

“You know,” the vendor grunted, “you two remind me of myself, when I was young. With my wife.”

Before you had a chance to open your mouth, the Doctor scoffed in disbelief. “Wh- us?” He nearly laughed. “We’re not- no, sir! We’re just friends, that’s all. Yes, friends.” 

You could feel your heart cracking in your chest, as it usually did. You were surprised there was anything left of it now, considering how many times the Doctor had unknowingly shot you down. 

“Thank you, sir. Have a nice day.” You muttered, voice cracking as the Doctor moved on promptly. Your chest ached at the pitiful nod the vendor gave you, delivering another blow to your battered heart. 

That was all it was. A comment from an unsuspecting street vendor, and the well-intended, panicked response from the Doctor. 

Upon returning to the TARDIS later that evening, you walked past the control panel and toward your room without a word. 

“Wha- Y/n!” The Doctor called out, likely in the middle of a one-sided conversation with you. “Where are you going?! We still have to decide where to go next!” 

“To my room, Doctor.” You shouted back, climbing the stairs. “I want to go home.” 

You paid the Doctor no mind as he made a noise of protest, but didn’t follow you as you headed into one of the hallways. The TARDIS materialised the door to your room, decorated with stickers and polaroids of yourself, the Doctor, and your other friends, from travels over the past two years. 

With a shaking sigh, you pulled the pictures down and walked into your room with them in hand, tossing them onto the bedside table. 

You dropped onto the side of the bed, shoulders rounded and sagging with the weight of your own mind. Replaying the moment with the vendor caused you nothing but pain, but your mind seemed to make the decision for you, displaying it on a cinema screen for you to pick apart and torture yourself with. 

It felt like hours of you doing only that; letting your mind wander, overthink the scenario and digging up long forgotten ones that all pointed to the same conclusion — you loved the Doctor, more than you could bear handling. And he didn’t love you at all. 

Of course, that wasn’t entirely true. He did love you, he’d said it himself. But he always followed up the word ‘love’ with ‘family’ or ‘friend’. He loved you the same way he loved Rory and Amy, as a member of his makeshift little family. 

Even though the Doctor had given you his love, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t the right kind of love. 

Selfishly, you wanted more. You wanted him, in a way many companions had before, and in a way none of them had ever achieved. At some point, even Amy had wanted him that way. How could she not? The Doctor was entirely irresistible. 

But you knew you could never have him. If today was any marker of how he felt, then your paths ahead were simple: either stay and live with the pain that slowly chipped away at your heart, or leave the Doctor and his radiance behind in the hopes that one day, you’d be able to move on and live a life that resembled everyone else’s.

Surprisingly, the Doctor had left you alone during your time of contemplation. Typically, if he was alone for too long, he’d grow restless and come knocking on your door (or, more commonly, walking into your room unannounced) to talk to you about anything that was occupying his mind. 

Once you’d decided, it didn’t take you long to pack up your room. 

The polaroids were tucked neatly into an old leather suitcase, one that was probably stolen from the 1950s. Your clothes and trinkets — all of which were souvenirs from past travels — fit neatly into the main compartment, and suddenly, within fifteen minutes, your entire life was packed neatly into a single leather case, ready to be carried away to God knows where.

Your heart ached at the thought. At the reality that, for your own good, this life would be no more. No more hot cocoa and tea with the Doctor, no more karaoke with Rory. No more exploring alien planets with Amy, disregarding the Doctor’s cautious instructions. No more admiring River’s bravery. 

No more adventure. Just the trials of an average life on an average planet as an average human. And while you lived for the days you spent with the Doctor, you weren’t sure you’d be able to go on living with him. 

With the love you carried for him. 

Taking a deep breath, you held the suitcase with one hand, and opened the door of your room with the other. 

It seemed, as you stepped into the corridor, that the TARDIS had put your room further back than it had materialised it in the first place. You were forced to walk the halls, footsteps echoing in your ears as you soaked in your surroundings for a final time. 

When you entered the control room, the Doctor was flipping switches frantically, talking to you without looking. 

“Finally! You’ve come out of your room!” He exclaimed. “Look, I was thinking I’d take you to that planet I was talking to you about, with the cats and talking cars and two-headed people. Sounds like it’d make for an interesting visit, no?”

“Doctor,” you called out from the top of the steps, quietly. 

“Or!” He shouted again, moving about the console. “I could take you to see the Roman Empire! You’ve talked a lot about that one before-” the Doctor looked up from the console to find you with your bag in hand. He pointed to it, eyes gleaming. “What’s that for?”

“I want to go home, Doctor.” You said, chest bubbling with emotion. “Please, just take me home.” 

“Why?” He asked, wringing his hands. 

You exhaled a sigh, dropping your head. There was no way for you to be able to explain it. “Because, Doctor. I’m tired.” 

“But there’s a bed in your room, you can sleep in there, can’t you?” The Doctor asked. 

Descending the steps, you shook your head. “It’s not that kind of tired. I can’t just sleep it off. It’s been wearing me down inside for a long time, and it won’t go away if I stay.” 

“What d’you mean?” Worry pooled in the Doctor’s eyes. “Are you okay?”

“I’ll be fine, Doctor.” You gave him a tight-lipped smile, one you knew he would see right through. But you didn’t have the energy to try convincing him any further. “I just need to go home.” 

The Doctor nodded, solemnly, before pressing a few buttons on the console beside you, eyes barely leaving yours. The TARDIS whirred, bringing you back to your home. 

Within minutes, you were there. In your small backyard, leading up to the back porch door of your small townhouse. Where you’d be alone. 

You opened the door, and stepped outside. The Doctor followed you, catching your wrist and turning you to face him. 

“Doctor, please,” you pleaded. “I can’t do this.”

“Do what, Y/n?” He asked. “I’m going to come back ‘round later, okay? Maybe when you’re feeling better we can go see that planet I was talking about.”

Tears swelled in your eyes, blurring your view of the Doctor. Misty rain coated your hair and clothes, because of course it had to be raining. You shook your head solemnly, a shaking breath wracking your body. 

“I’m not coming back, Doctor. I can’t.” You told him, voice cracking and wavering. “It’ll hurt too much.” 

“What are you talking about, Y/n?” The Doctor’s voice cracked with worry. “What’s going on?”

You gingerly put your suitcase down, stepping closer to the Doctor and cupping his jaw with your hands as the rain began to set in. “You are the most brilliant person I’ve ever known, Doctor. You’ve shown me so much, more than I ever thought I’d see in my lifetime. But I can’t continue being with you. Because I love you, more than life itself. Wholly and selfishly, I love you, Doctor. And I know you don’t love me, so I have to leave. If I don’t leave, It’ll destroy me.” 

“But I-I do, Y/n,” the Doctor shook his head. “I do love you.”

“As a friend, Doctor.” You reminded him. “And I’m sorry, truly, but it’s just not enough.” 

Your tears fell freely as you let go of the Doctor’s face, stepping back and picking your suitcase back up. Solemnly, you smiled and said, “See you later, Doctor. Don’t do anything stupid.” 

The Doctor only nodded, watching you disappear back into your home. 

If only he could bring himself to chase after you and find some sort of way to get you back. But even he knew it wouldn’t work. It had been your choice, after all. And who was he to ignore that?

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It’s you, and it’s still you

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He was given a chance in life.

He was given a chance to bring back Mount Hua to its former glory. To show to many that Mount Hua is still as strong as it was before. However, he would often think back before all this, before the fall of his home, when his Senior Sister was still alive.

Were you still alive to watch Mount Hua being destroyed during the war?

Did you cry when you heard your sisters and brothers all died during the war?

Did….did you cry when you heard about his death?

The thought of your griefing form from the news of your precious Mount Hua burns his heart painfully. He has caused you pain even after death, but he’s here now. He’ll make sure to do right this time. He’ll make sure to make you proud while you watch over him in the heavens.

He remembered that he made one last promise with you. The promise in which he would return to you. But he never returned. 

-

The sounds of leaves crunched echoed through the peaceful path, their color similar to sunrise and sunsets. A Mount Hua disciple, Chung Myung, walked through the path as he holds a flower, 茶花, with care. 

He walked, admiring the leaves that fell from their trees. He remembered how his Senior would take him and play with the leaves. Both of them would get scolded afterwards but that was one of thousands of fond memories he had with her.

‘I ponder,’ he stopped in front of a tomb, ‘Would you still continue to play with me when you were withering away, Senior Sister?’

Chung Myung kneeled in front of the tomb, replacing the wethiring flower with the new one. The tomb that was made for you after your passing years ago before he was given a chance. Each passing day (when he had time), he would come to visit. Talking about anything, his day, his frustrations with the younglings, and everything.

Although it helped him be less stressed (ironically), he still longed for your real voice. The one voice that would comfort him with each turmoil in his life.

“Senior Sister, why did you have to go?”

His usual bustrious voice became a soft whisper, his voice filled with yearning. The yearn for his beloved Senior Sister.

“Excuse me?”

A voice, a very familiar one that he has longed to hear for so long. Chung Myung stood up so fast to face the voice. His action startled the person. A young woman.

“A-ah! You, you startled me there..! Haha…” She laughed while she put her hand on her chest, to calm down her frightened heart.  

‘Ah,’ Chung Myung could feel his eyes swell, ‘How I missed that laugh….’

The woman looked up at Chung Myung, giving him a smile. He could feel his heartbeat run faster than normal, and his breath being taken away. That smile. That same smile that he has loved.

“My name is (name), I am a lone traveler,” she continued, “I heard that Mount Hua, the once fallen Blossom, has risen again. And…I wish to learn their martial arts. Are you perhaps one of their Disciples, sir?”

Chung Myung calmed himself, as he smiled, “Yes, I am.”

Her face gleamed, “Then would it be fine if I could join you back to where Mount Hua is, Um…”

“Chung Myung…..Call me Chung Myung, Sister.”

“Chung Myung,” she tried. He could feel his heart skip, “Nice to meet you, Chung Myung.”

“Yes…It is nice to meet you too, (name).”

It seems that the heavens have finally given him a gift after all his sacrifices. They have given him the most beautiful treasure that he has longed for so long.

Looking at you now, he could still see the traces of you from the past. 

Past and present.

It's you, and it’s still you.

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A/N: I am still alive just writer's block and I need more requests. Song being used to inspire this story is Lana Del Ray - Chemtrail Over The Country Club Word Count: 647

[shiroisotto64]

Gilgamesh Headcanons

He’s not fooling anyone. When he takes a liking to you it’s so obvious. Slowly VERY SLOWLY you go from just a mongrel..to his mongrel? Like huh…?

He’s very possessive of you as well. All treasures belong to him, now that counts you as well. He calls you out on it to. Like why are you getting so close and touchy with emiya, and lord forbid it be cu. Their pests now pay attention to him.

he desires all your attention. If you start to pay to much attention to another servant or he just feels neglected in general he’ll make it known. Gilgamesh will corner you and fuss at you until you explain why you’ve been distant all of a sudden. He’s your king! How dare you not pay attention to him.

Loves showing off and spoiling you. You want it? He’s already got it for you. Despite how he may act he is a decent listener when he wants to be. And since he isn’t the best with words he’s adept to just get you things. Hopefully that gets his feelings across and if not? He’ll flick you.

Just like the old man he is he likes to go on and on about his journeys and the things he used to do in Uruk. Gil could go on for hours and hours about his glory days. And he’s even more shocked if you actually try to listen and ask questions. Not only does this boost his already large ego, but expect him to be a bit more affectionate.

Whenever you’re having bad days and issues he does try to help you. But like I said he’s not the best with words. He’ll say something harsh like “this is stupid!” And “get over it.” Don’t forget “suck it up.” He holds you in high regards so act like it.

But once he sees the negative affect his words had he’ll quiet down and hold you close to him. Hopefully that’ll get his feelings across. And if not he’ll ask someone else for…assistance.

Loves fighting but especially when your there. I told you he likes to show off! And show off he will, this MIGHT be one of the only times he takes a fight seriously…lucky you! Especially if things are starting to get serious.

Gilgamesh would never allow anything happen to you, remember he’s the Gilgamesh. He’ll have something in his gate to be of use to you. Medicine, shields, clothes, etc. he’d happily grab it for you.

Gil likes to talk to you actually. Your opinions on things amuse him. The way you think and tick is so different from him and he wants to understand your mindset better. Playful banter or a serious discussion he doesn’t mind.

And like someone else said, I could see him dragging you along to play games with him like chest, and other mentally stimulating games.

[ivelleciel]

IRIS BENEATH THE SUN

Chapter One: Betrayal Genre: Mafia!Haechan, Mafia!NCT, Biker Haechan, Step on me Haechan, Haechan Dom

Pairings: Haechan x Reader (Iris)

Warning: Smut, Violence, Vulgar Language, Mention of blood, MDNI

Intro: Where a girl finds herself trapped within her brother's protection. One would find it a blessing but for Iris, it's suffocation- and she's someone who would often like the thought of being choked, but simply not like this. Raised within thick walls inside the perimeters of their mansion, She finds herself treasuring every opportunity she gets whenever she is given volunteer work for the people in need outside the city of glass she was born in. Fun and Exciting is how she always saw these trips, it was until darkened windows of SUVs blocked their way from going any further in the middle of the desert. It was the only land of nothing dividing the city and the suburbs and yet they were stopped by armed men, six- seven? she couldn't count as she was too in shock, scared even much more so when her side of the vehicle opened and a pair of gloved hands pulled her away from your handmaiden's side. "Giselle!" Iris cried and a bag was hovered over her head and the last thing she remembered was Giselle's screams, Men simultaneously giving orders to her bodyguards and a gun going off. Then there was black.

"Ha ha. So funny. What then? Bore myself to death by my room's window? waiting for prince charming to save me? No thank you. Give me twenty more of these tasks and consider me the happiest sister ever." Mumbling her last words as she fix her hair to a half-do with a claw clip. Iris saw Johnny's sad gaze through her mirror before he could mask it with a stoic smile. She sighed and faced her brother, leaning in to hug herself tight on his chest.

"Stop babying me.. It's only for a few hours. What's the worst that could happen?"

"I heard there are many forest spiders in the village. Thousands." Johnny exaggerated, trying to coax her with her teasing by blabbering stupid things and then he sighed when Iris only hummed her soft chuckle, unconvinced. "... you're just the only family I have left."

"And so are you to me." Iris sighed, looking up to her brother with an exhausted expression. "But mom and dad would have wanted us to live life with more meaning than in fear.."

"I know.." Johnny sighed, tapping the cap Iris had on before marching to her room's door. "Well chop chop city girl. They're not gonna feed themselves." Chuckling as they make their way downstairs, Iris gave one last look at the frame by her bed. Her late mother, late father, Johnny and herself. Smiling by the lake that held many memories for her and Johnny, some of which they didn't know would end in a tragedy.

Iris saw Giselle, one of her many good friends, packing extra necessities for Iris and the trip. Back hugging the petite frame, Giselle squealed, too focused on her task in hand to even notice Iris before glaring at the girl. "Silly! What if I dropped your anxiety pills?" she heard Gigi clicked her tongue, Iris resumed with a bratty smile to where Yuta was by their white van. "Everything settled Yuta?" Yuta, clasped his armed weapon on his belt and smiled at Iris, an unspoken answer to which Iris nodded to before getting up inside the van. Settling on the middle seat, between the window spot and the collapsing chair, she earned a perfect view of Mark.

A container in one hand and the other with what looks like an ammunition box, being stored inside another case. "Put the Magazine under the compartment along with out other containers yeah?" Iris could hear him order Jeno in which the latter obeyed to. She couldn't help but gape at Mark and his focused stance. If Iris was a completely eye-roller at Johnny's protectiveness then with Mark it was all heart eyes and red cheeks. Who wouldn't if the male holds glory to the uniform Johnny assigned them to. Camo pants and Army green fitted shirt is one of the fun treats Iris would look forward to with these programs, along with the nurturing feeling of helping other people.

She heard a throat clearing beside her and Iris just continued gawking. "Can a man get any more handsome?" Iris sighed, pouting her lips when Mark left her view to head inside, presumably to bid farewell to Johnny and reassure him that He and Jaehyun would take good care of you and the task in hands. "I wouldn't know, I'm not the one drooling a pool over here." Iris bit her lips, side eyeing her friend with a snort. "Oh please, as if I don't notice how you look at Yuta?" Giselle smacked Iris arm for that playfully before scooting herself on the window seat. "House Rules. We can't date co workers, but nobody said that about drooling over them." Giselle tossed her hair to tease Iris before being silence by the large frame towering by the sliding door. "Everyone ready?" Johnny mused, eyeing all the equipments and bags in the back seat before giving one last stern look at Iris.

"You behave-" Iris groaned when she saw Yuta, Mark and Jeno exchange smiles behind. "I will! It's not like I won't come straight home. Please stop." Iris whined further before she let Johnny ruffle her hair, backing away from the door to close it himself. Yuta and Jeno positioned in their seats in front. She only got lucky twice that she get to have Mark accompany her in the van.

Two vehicles were to transmit from their mansion. One where Jaehyun and Mark would carry with weapons and their tents and boxes of goods, And one where she's on with Giselle, Yuta and Jeno. It was always four guards with too many weapons. Johnny sees it as not enough but Iris claimed it was more than enough given that it was only her in the vehicle and nothing really ever happened to her despite Johnny's protectiveness.

Somewhere along their trip, Iris was sitting comfy by the window of the collapsing chair with Giselle passed out and a pillow on her lap. She just woke up from her nap and noticed that they were far from near the town they were heading to and yet also too far from home. She checked back as she pushed an air bud in her ear, the van Mark and Jeno are in behind them with safe distance. She played a soft song, ready to day dream about Mark and what would it be like if he was in their van instead of Jeno- that is until she saw a motorcycle beaming his headlights, asking to pass through and overtake. A male in all black sits on the Kawasaki Ninja H2R. Black skinny jeans, black boots, chains for necklace if she knew any better and a black shirt underneath his leather jacket.

His gloves switched the lever of his bike causing it to roar as he zooms pass them, earning a scoff at Yuta. "Cocky motherfucker." he muttered before she hears Jeno chuckle. She could have sworn that the rider could see her through their tinted glass, staring right back at her but that would be silly because again their vans were tinted, to its most darkest available shade at that. Shaking the silly thought away, she went back to staring out her window and enjoying the scenery as they drove through the desert.

"Target: Flower is in position. 800 meters away from the bullseye."

Static was heard from the other end before he heard the stern voice call back at him.

"We are ready to engage."

Haechan responded with a 'Copy.' before speeding away from the white vans. Certain that he was out of view, he parked behind a boulder , big enough to hide his motorcycle and himself as he positioned a chain of spikes across the road, plan B in place in case "Plan A: ambush" failed- to which it often doesn't, the cocky side of him crediting himself to the lack of mission failing when he's part of it. All he has to do now is wait and upon calculating he has enough time left for a quick smoke. Sitting his helmet on his bike and pulling out the Marlboro stick from his jacket's pocket he lit it up and waited as he leans on the boulder.

Puffing a few smoke, He heard screeches of tires and screams came after that.

Haechan made his way to the scene, stepping on Yuta's back as he tackled on the ground by Jaemin and Jeno wounded by Chenle on the leg.

"Boss said to spare them and just take the girl." Jaemin said as Renjun struggled to open the van's door. "She's won't let me open it-"

"Don't make another move!" Mark was able to free himself from Xiao Jun's grasp, wounded and bleeding on the side when Mark kicked him off but Mark was far from okay as well, with a gash on his lip and an open wound on his arm. Mark aimed the gun on his hand to Haechan, making the tanned skin male chuckle.

"You must be Mark." Mark unfazed by how Haechan knew he his name remained in position. "Don't worry. We won't hurt your princess, lover boy." Mark was then knocked out by Jaehyun from behind. One last look of betrayal from Mark and he was passed out on the ground.

Haechan nudged Renjun away and pulled the door open. Iris yelled and kicked when Renjun tried to manhandle her out to which he succeeded and Giselle screamed behind her before she was knocked out as well by a cloth to their mouths and nose.

Haechan watched as Iris gaze lands on his. Flicking the cigar away before leaning on her with a smirk. Her eyes beamed light brown as she tried to make out what Haechan looked like as he towers over her in front of the sun. 'Familiar' is what her last thoughts were before everything went black.

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[ghostssweetgirl]

A Ghost's Promise (tooth-rotting fluff)

A/N - please excuse me, I've never been to a wedding, so I apologize if anything is inaccurate. But I thought this would be so sweet.

The main song choice for this is Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Rey.

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem reader (fluff)

Warnings: none, I think. Just don't let your heart melt, alright? :) maybe some curse words, but I don't think so. Let me know if I missed any.

WC: 2.4k~

Simon had proposed to you 6 months ago. It felt like something straight out of a movie, although it was unexpected at the time. You were at a lake, a beautiful one, surrounded by mountains, somewhere you were camping at. You were hunched over like a gremlin, looking at the cool rocks and stones. You found a shiny black stone, sat up and jumped in place, excited to gift it to Simon but as you turned around, you found him on one knee, eyes crinkled in a soft smile. Unmasked, with tears in his eyes, holding out a beautiful ring, too beautiful. A ruby, surrounded by skulls and roses, a black band. 

You couldn't speak, couldn't make a noise. You held your hand over your mouth as you smiled ear to ear, tears welling in your eyes. Your eyes met Simon's soft ones, a stray tear falling out of his left eye. He didn't even have to ask it, you were already sobbing.

"Yes! Oh, Simon, yes!" you cried, reaching out for him as he sat up, hugging you tightly. His hands rubbed your back, soothing you as the other hand placed the ring on your finger delicately, rubbing the back of your hand. You heard him sniffle as he kissed your forehead.

You pressed your face into his chest, unable to stop the happy tears from flowing. He laughed, which made you laugh, looking up at him to meet his eyes. Both of your wet eyes crinkling as you smile at each other lovingly. 

"I fucking love you," you spoke, your voice pitched as you're laughing, crying, smiling. 

"Yeah, I fuckin' love you," he chuckled. "S' much."

--

You think of him proposing to you, trying not to tear up while you're getting your makeup done before the big day, you'll officially be Mrs. Riley. That has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Every cherished moment you've spent right beside him. Every date, especially the first date where he was stuttering while talking to you and all shy. You remembered the first time he revealed his face to you; you were in utter awe, wondering why he had hidden such a beautiful, gorgeous treasure from you for so long. 

You smirked, humming a laugh while the makeup artist tilted your head back to make the final touches. "Beautiful!" she chirped, proud of her work. 

You look in the mirror, examining the remarkably done work. A red and black smokey eye, cat-eye eyeliner with subtle mascara, to pair beautifully with your red and black gothic wedding dress. 

Your mom toddles along, smiling at seeing her daughter on her wedding day. Her eyes were wet, she'd been crying, her daughter really was all grown up now. "Oh, sweetie," she cupped your cheek. "I'm so proud of you and so happy for you."

"Thanks, mom," you smiled at her, tears threatening to prick your eyes while you tried to laugh it off.

"Let's go get you in your dress, shall we?" she suggested, helping you stand up. One of the workers walked up, asking if she could be of any help, your mother politely declined. 

--

You kept your eyes glued shut, not wanting to look in the mirror quite yet while your mom zipped up the back, fluffing the skirt, making sure it was all perfect. 

She sighed contently, resting her chin on your shoulder. "Ready to see how beautiful you look, angel?"

You sighed a deep breath, nervously chuckling before opening your eyes, seeing yourself in all your glory in the mirror before you. The blood red fabric under the black lace bodice, the beautiful pattern of the sleeveless lace-straps. The way the skirt barely poofed out slightly.

You felt like a princess, Simon's little princess. 

"Oh, wow," you remark, smirking in the mirror as you twirl around. Your mom laughs proudly, her voice hitching from tears.

"I just... I raised such a beautiful daughter. I love you! I can't wait to see this new chapter of your life."

"Mom, stop, you're going to make me cry," you pleaded. "I love you, too."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," she wiped her tears. "Just can't believe it still."

Last minute, your father walked in, he proudly smiled, crossing his arms as he watches his once little girl, be all grown up on her wedding day. He was a quiet man, but you could feel the love from his soft gaze upon you.

--

Simon and Johnny were in his dressing room. Simon grumbled at Johnny while he was obsessively and neatly fixing every crinkle in his suit and straightening up his tie and sleeves of his shirt. 

"You nervous, Simon?" Soap asked, his voice soft and curious.

"Little bit," he lied, he was nervous as fuck. Obviously, he's never done this before. There were so many people here to witness your ceremony. Of course, he wanted everyone to know how much he loved you and that you were his, but being eyed by a lot of people made him incredibly nervous, understandably. But most of all, he was so nervous to see you and how elegantly beautiful you would look. He fears he may have a heart attack at the sight of you walking down the aisle.

Price shuffled into the room, cheering his cigar and beer to Simon. He smiled at Johnny, then back at Simon. "We're honored to be your best men," he nodded to Johnny. "And your groomsmen, Simon."

Simon nodded stoically, "Thank you, sir."

"Almost time," Johnny smiled, patting his best friend on the back, nodding at him in the mirror. "Yer goin' to do amazing, L.T. 'M so happy for you and y/n."

--

You were catching up with your bridesmaids, chit-chatting and squealing about how happy everyone was. You peek around a corner, and look at the venue. Oh, Simon...

He had set up such a beautiful theme for your outside wedding. Tables set up with black tablecloth draped over them, littered with beautiful arrays of matching dishes, translucent-black wine and champagne glasses scattered about, with beautiful dark candles lined up perfectly. Across the walkway, freesia flower petals scattered among it. So elegant.

Viewing the altar, you spot a black arch, wrapped with a red silk drape with roses across it. Your mouth fell agape as you took in everything. This is everything you could ever ask for and more. Soft, soothing music played in the background while everyone was getting into their seats.

Your maid of honor, your best friend, lightly tapped your shoulder. "He really loves you, you know... I mean, this is just... beautiful, y/n."

You smile whole-heartedly, meeting her eyes. "I know, I-I'm in disbelief, is this even real?"

"Yes, silly! You deserve it!" she wraps you in a tight hug. "I'm so happy for you, I can't explain it."

--

You soothe yourself by rubbing the back of your hand, nervousness setting over you as you watch the officiant walk down the aisle; it's about to start. You fix your posture and start taking deep breaths. Your best friend makes final touches, making sure you're looking as amazing as you should on your day. She's taking your attention off of Simon walking down the aisle to his place as his groomsmen follow not far behind. 

"You're so beautiful, it's going to be amazing," she whispered, cupping your face, before her and your bridesmaids go into their place.

Your father walks up, nodding at you, silently telling you 'it's time'. You lock your arm around his, as he sets still for a moment, cherishing this moment before he 'lets you go'.

--

As your father walks you down the aisle, everyone is smiling ear to ear, proudly as they keep intense eyes on you. You'd focus on them if possible, but seeing how handsome, how beautiful Simon looked, you could have burst into tears right then and there. This was really happening, and you were about to be able to finally call him your husband.

His breath hitched, a fiery lump burning in his throat as he attempts not to cry from seeing how beautiful you look; how proud he was to call you his. And here you are, walking to him. He's always been happy with you, but no moment compared to now. 

A song softly starts in the background, Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey

Time slowed as you walked up to him, smiling at him proudly, also holding back tears. Your father lets your arm go as you finally approach your groom, standing directly in front of him, both of you all teary-eyed, happiness radiating off of each other vibrantly.

The officiant asks everyone to be seated as they had stood up, softly clapping for the two of you. 

"On behalf of Y/N and Simon, I would like to thank you all for being here this afternoon. For taking the time and making the journey, and for all the effort that it takes—not only to be a part of this day, but to be a part of each other’s lives," he paused. "Y/N and Simon have invited you here to this beautiful place to show you a glimpse of an important piece of their love. To share with you their journey through the past years of their relationship."

"I wish I could tell you a single story about Y/N and Simon that summarizes their relationship and how they enrich each other’s lives, and the lives of each of us, but the truth is there isn’t one single event that is a good encapsulation of what they mean to me, to each other, and to all of us. But what I do know is that both of them care deeply and passionately for each other; they protect each other; they make each other laugh and they think outside themselves; that time magically seems to both fly and slow down when they’re together. They help each other in ways that are obvious and unnoticed, but always appreciated."

If you weren't worried about not knowing what to do, and focused on what the officiant was saying, you could have gotten lost in Simon's eyes right then and there. You knew he loved you; but this, this... 

"As a third-party spectator to their developing love, it was extremely clear that the two of them represent a perfect pairing because each of them complements the other so well. They balance one another, and while each of them are tremendous individuals on their own, together they are even better. And being better together, as a team, a unit, and partners in crime, is what has been many years in the making and ultimately leads us to being here today, witnessing their commitment to one another in front of those they love most."

"So, without further ado."

"The symbolic vows that you are about to make are a way of saying to one another, “You know all those things we’ve promised and hoped and dreamed? Well, I meant it all, every word.” When you love someone, you do not love them all the time in exactly the same way. That is impossible. Yet that is what most of us expect. We forget the ebb and flow of life and of love and of relationships. We insist on permanence, on duration, on continuity. But in love, as in life, the only stability is in change, in growth, and in freedom. Therefore what you promise today must be renewed and reaffirmed tomorrow and all the tomorrows to come. The Bride and Groom have now prepared their own vows. Y/N… "

You gulp, and have to stop yourself from looking around the room. You softly clear your throat. 

"Simon..." you smiled.

"I always thought it would be difficult to find someone who will love me when I'm always scattered in a thousand pieces.

It's like trying to complete a puzzle when you don't even know if you have all the right pieces. But then you showed me that every piece doesn't have to be in place to create something beautiful.

That love can exist in the most imperfect lost and broken people And I promise you that love will be just as beautiful, if you're in a thousand pieces or just one."

You could see his Adam apple bob as he cleared his throat. You saw a stray tear fall out of his eye. Dammit, he's going to make you cry!

"Y/N," he cleared his throat again, shifting in his step.

"I didn't fall in love with you I walked into love with you with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway.

And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you, and I'd choose you."

"Having considered all of these things, Simon, do you promise again to do your very best each day to create a loving, healthy, and happy marriage?"

"I do," he reassured softly.

"Y/N, do you promise again to do your very best each day to create a loving, healthy, and happy marriage?"

You smile, nodding eagerly. "I do."

"No one but you can declare yourselves married. You have begun it here today in speaking your vows before your family and friends, and you will do it again in the days and years to come, standing by each other, sharing the highs and lows of life. Go forth and live each day to the fullest." the officiant spoke. "You may now kiss the bride."

The officiant stepped away, your hands locked with Simon's before he pulled you into the most passionate kissed you've ever experienced, your first kiss as husband and wife. Your tears fell hard, falling down your cheeks over your pressed lips. The kiss dove deeper, his hand caressed the small of your back as he took a deep breath, having to pull back before he got carried away.

"Mr. and Mrs. Riley!" the officiant whooped, holding his hands up in celebration. The crowd cheered for you, and you could hear Johnny, Price, your best friend and bridesmaids screaming and shouting happily. 

You both smile ear to ear, your arm locked in his as you walk back down the aisle - together. You make eye contact with your parents, your stoic dad allowing a few tears to fall, your mom sobbing heavily yet smiling. 

--

As the night went on, you experienced your first dance together. Your head lay on his chest as you sway back and forth, comforted by the slow pace of his heartbeat. Lost in your own world, you look up at your husband.

"Simon?"

"Yeah, darlin'?"

"I love you. I'm so glad to have you. Forever isn't long enough..." 

"I know. I know. I love you, babe." He held your head flush to his chest, rubbing your soft hair. 

--

A/N - Alright I really didn't know how to end this, but WAS IT GOOD?! I hope so 🥺😭

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 19 (Exhibitionism + Voyeurism)

Kink: Exhibitionism + Voyeurism

Pairing: Male!Troll x Fem!Reader x Male!Ghost

Other Kinks: Cowgirl, Doggy Style, Male Masturbation

Warnings: Non-Consensual Voyeurism (Reader doesn't know the Ghost is there)

Word Count: 1003 words

Kinktober Masterlist

William often beleaguered his fate. Killed as a half-decent bard, his body abandoned by the shallow adventuring party he followed, he was left to haunt the most depressing cave of treasure of all time. It wasn’t even good treasure, the months of staring at the bland horde reminding him that this is what he died for.

Not to mention the inhabitant of the cave, his very murderer, an enormous Mountain Troll who Willian knew could see him, yet never spoke to him.

That was the biggest lesson to be found in this, William supposed. Life is short, but death is super long. And boring. Very boring.

So imagine his surprise when the hottest temple maiden he had ever seen walks into the cave. So serene, not even carrying a weapon, you glided into the cave like an angel. Your pure white and gold garb help match the image, your beauty so ethereal William thought he had finally moved on to the afterlife. What on earth could you want here? Treasure, glory? He couldn’t imagine those things would interest you.

And it seems they definitely didn’t, if the way you moan around the Troll’s cock was any indication.

That had been William’s second shock of the night; Seeing the Troll greet you with a nod, quickly sitting down and undoing his crude loin cloth at a wave of your hand. William had barely been able to process that when you stripped off your saintly robes and climbed up the Troll’s chest. You purred the Troll’s name, which William didn’t even know it had, giving it gentle kisses like reunited lovers. Despite the Trolls massive size, you showed no hesitation when lining his head up with your pussy lips. Your cunt was a soaking wet with your slick, probably (hopefully) magically enchanted to not be ripped in half as you sheathed it inside you

After his brain caught up, William became aware of the painful tent in his trousers. He had slept with another bard about a week before his death, but even she could not compare to you in this moment. Your moans were angelic, your body heavenly as it bounced up and down the Troll’s cock. Your soft hands pawed at the Troll’s chest, calling out its name as you fucked yourself on its cock. By gods, it was so erotic William almost felt like his ghostly self could faint from all the blood rushing to his erection.

You keep spouting words of love and affection for the abomination. Your filthy vocabulary seems shameful for a woman so beautiful, but nonetheless was intoxicating. William’s balls ache at the sight of your ass, hips wiggling as you take the Mountain Troll to the base, whining at his size. Forgetting all prior sense of propriety, William fishes out his cock and begins fisting it. If there was to be one thing to be grateful of, it was that his apparition went unnoticed by you and he could be privy to your voluptuous figure.

Unfortunately for him, the Troll was very much aware of him.

Dammit, the bastard had been so boring and emotionless the entire time William haunted him. But now, now he was smirking. Even with the most beautiful woman atop of him, the Troll took time to glance at William. That boastful sheen as he would thrust up just a bit, gaining a cacophony of pleads and moans from you. He could feel your body up against him, he could suck on your tits as they bounced in his face. While William was left to only watch, tugging at his member and dreaming of feeling that tightness, that warmth.

The Troll is gentle as it goads you along, stroking your back, pressing kisses to your chest as you work tirelessly above him. William couldn’t hear the words he mutters in your ears, but he imagines they are dark and lewd, praise for the beauty that sits in his lap. Just the low tone of his murmurs sends a shiver down William’s spine, making him gasp for breath.

He hadn’t realized how desperate he had been for attention, for affection, just someone to touch. Like a fresh young man stepping into the world for the first time, it doesn’t take long for William to feel his orgasm creeping on. If the heightening pitch of your voice and the slurring of your words were any indicator, you were as well. You dig your fingers in the Troll’s chest, chanting his name as you chase your high off his cock.

“Oh, Rictus! Rictus, Rictus, Rictus!” You whine, your lover giving a sly smile to your sweet calls. But your melody has a far more profound impact on William. He can so easily imagine the syllables swapped for his own, how beautiful it would sound coming from your lips. He can feel his balls tighten, his own moans pathetic and breathless, as he spills all over his own hand.

William feels an exhaustion he thought lost to his incorporeal form, and collapses to his knees. His heart no longer beats yet he heaves for air, his body remembering the motions of what it was like to be tired. He can hear your own pants too, lazy eyes drifting up to see you’ve halted collapsing on the Troll’s chest. A white ring forms around the base of the Mountain Troll’s cock, still hard and still sheathed inside of you.

The Troll has the graciousness to let you catch your breath (unintentionally William’s as well), before he turns you around, still on his dick. Rictus, as William now knows him, shifts upward, using a large forearm to hold you upright as you lean towards his legs. He gives William another smarmy smirk, before snapping his hips and fucking into you. Rictus’ stamina is far from spent and he intends to use your sweet hole as much as he can for your time together.

William sighs, feeling the blood rush back to his cock.

It's gonna be a long night.

[sorceresssundries]

Gale sketches by @orangekittyenergy <3

CHAPTER 2 (of 2)

Link to chapter 1 here

Pairing: Gale x Fem Tav

Summary: Set post-game where Tav did not feature in Gale's troubles in Baldur's Gate. A whip-cracking, fedora wearing, Indiana Jones inspired mini-adventure - where Professor Dekarios is tempted out of the classroom, and on yet another perilous quest.

Warnings: THIS IS NSFW! *blares smut horn* Plot with smut. But, you have been warned.

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: Just a bit of a fun based on the Gale as Indiana comparisons. Also, he looks like a young Harrison Ford, how could I not? This is not the stuff I'm used to writing! But it's been enjoyable and nice to try something new.

Elltavia’s senses were prickling again, whatever was buried in the remains of this temple was beating like a rotted heart, pulsing decay and corruption outwards through the forest. They were close to the cause, she could feel it. She just hoped whatever was the cause of the infection didn’t get to her before she could save her home.

Along the far wall of the room were four murals that stood out in a line. The once clean, carved scenes were eroded and time-beaten, but just about decipherable. 

The four images depicted monks in various states of torment. The first monk strained under the weight of a massive rock, muscles taut with effort as it pressed down upon him. The second monk, blood dripping from his hand and ears, was feverishly inscribing words upon a scroll, clearly in agony. In the third panel, a monk appeared submerged and drowning beneath a cascade of shimmering gold, his features twisted and bloated. 

The final tableau showed two figures, stripped bare, entwined in an act that should have been pleasurable. However, their expressions were ambiguous, dancing somewhere between ecstasy and agony. The knife suspended ominously above their heads left little doubt about their fate.

Underneath each carving was a word in an ancient language, which Gale was able to translate. 

STRENGTH. KNOWLEDGE. WEALTH. LUST

Hovering above the scenes of suffering was a much larger image of a monk in resplendent robes, his hands covering his eyes as he sat before a closed book as if to shield himself from an unbearable truth. The book sat on a carved pedestal, and shimmered with golden light. The lines of the monk’s robes flowed gracefully, dancing in a breeze that no longer existed. The expression of the hidden face was left to the imagination, but Gale’s imagination didn’t have to work very hard. The monk was shielding himself from whatever was written in that book. 

Gale‘s chest suddenly went tight, as though the orb that had once branded his skin and burned an aching, insatiable hunger within him was back. The ghost of a pain which would never truly leave him.  He couldn’t help but see himself in the image, as though it was a mocking interpretation of his great folly. 

Unlike this monk, when he was tempted, he had not been strong enough to cover his eyes. He had suffered the same torment as the other tortured souls. It wouldn't have seemed out of place to see a carving of a wizard with a dark orb branded upon his chest, bent over and crippled by unending pain and sharp regret. His hand once again absentmindedly moved to his chest.

“What is in that book, do you think?” Elltavia was started to get concerned by the faraway look in Gale’s eyes. She had not known him long, but she knew it was unlike him to be this quiet. Whether in a classroom, or on an adventure - he was a born teacher. He had the engaging, adaptable, patient, rare soul of someone who had collected knowledge like precious treasure, and all he seemed to ever want to do is share it. He was not made to be silent, and it worried her.

"Fortune and glory, Kidd." Gale continued to read the fragile inscriptions—warnings, death sentences, holy scriptures, and gold-tinted promises of doom for the unworthy. Yet, for those with the resolve to grasp it, an ultimate blessing. "Fortune and glory."

After more studying, Gale pressed his hand against an indent in the wall, and a rumbling echoed around them.

"I think we've found where the ritual would take place," he murmured.

The carved, ancient pedestal holding the book shown in the mural rose from the ground in the room’s centre, a half-decayed corpse resting against it, its mouldering hand still holding the book open, as if in a final, desperate grasp for whatever it contained. 

"That book should not be open." Gale could feel the power emanating from it, warping and stretching the weave of magic around it. This was no ordinary spellcraft; it was far beyond his capabilities. Once, he would have been desperate to grasp it, to drink the forbidden magic until it drowned him. A long time ago, It almost had.

The source of the blight was finally clear. The book had to be closed, or the rot would continue to spread, cursing the forest and luring as many as it could to this place. The book was a lure, a power to draw people here to be tested, indifferent to the fate it bestowed upon them. The burning ache of the sussur, which had been simmering under his skin, began to flare and bubble. His magic tingled in his bones, demanding to be used, to cast protection over him. His mind was flooded with the weave, and the agony of not being able to use it was overwhelming.

“Close the book!” He hissed through clenched teeth, doubled over in pain. 

Elltavia approached the book tentatively, with ranger’s care. The closer she got, the more Gale’s words became a far-away song, trailing distantly away from the fluttering pages. Each turn caused a soft rustle; leaves whispering secrets in a forest grove. It was the sound of her home, and it was calling to her. The book cast a gentle glow, soft as yellow moonlight. And with every intake of breath, she could swear the scent of pine mingled with the earthy perfume of petrichor sank deep, holding and soothing her. 

Surely within its pages lay the answers they were looking for. It called out to her with a sweetness that stirred her soul, a siren's song promising sanctuary. The glowing page was right there in front of her, she just had to read the inscription…

I am the lure in darkest gloom, A whispered hope, a flick'ring bloom. In greed-drenched shade, I bide my time, Thy greatest urge will feed my shrine.

What am I? A tempter, sly, In every soul, doth ever lie. Resist the call for but one hour, Prevail, and gain the worthy’s power

“Elltavia, NO!” 

And she burned.

It felt as though tendrils of flame were invading her through her nose, her mouth, sinking through her skin, licking the very bones of her. It was tugging at her, calling to her, scalding all the way through her. She was a woman aflame, and there was only one way to extinguish the fire. She needed Gale, and she needed him now. 

He rushed over, and managed to close the book - but not before catching a glimpse of the inscription within. As soon as he had read the words, the book and pedestal began to descend ominously back into the ground.

“Gale..” Elltavia’s voice was suddenly breathy and skin clammy as Gale grabbed hold of her and started to check her over. 

“It’s the test, Kidd.” He appraised her pupils to see that they were blown wide, her breathing heavy. The spell was undeniably affecting her, not just emotionally but physically too. Her skin glimmered with a light sheen of sweat. Were her lips fuller, even more inviting than before? Surely it was a trick of the light? The urge to press his own against them, to run his tongue along her bottom lip, was all-consuming.

He pulled away abruptly, almost harshly, startled by the intensity of his desire. He had anticipated challenges to his resolve, but not in this way. He had mentally prepared himself for his ambition, his hubris, his self-worth to be cut out and dissected in front of him, to once again have to pull himself back from the brink of his unending desperation to prove himself. It was his tragic flaw, it always would be. He had not prepared himself for this.

The atmosphere crackled with a potent mix of heat and something deeper, something elemental. Lust. It hung thick in the air, dense and suffocating. It wrapped around him like a lover’s embrace, seeping into the marrow of his bones. He was suddenly starving, and she was ripe and ready to be savoured. He remembered when she had bitten the apple from his desk. How her eyes had met his as she bit down, how the juice had trailed down from the side of her lips to her chin…

“It sai..said.” Elltavia had her arms wrapped around herself, as though trying to hold herself back, and Gale desperately wanted to unfurl them and spread her out on the ground like a map. There was priceless treasure to be discovered. He ached from not touching her.

“It said something about lure.. Temptation..” Her breathing was heavy and lust-soaked. “Resist for an hour.. And we’ll pass the test.”

An hour of this, he thought bleakly, he did not know how he would stop himself from devouring her.

“I have rope” she panted “In my pack. You should tie me up.”

His response to that was a low, feral groan which seemed to rumble from deep within his chest. “I don’t think bondage will help me out here, Kidd.”

Struggling against this overwhelming desire was futile; he was a weary child resisting the pull of the receding tide, or a final leaf clinging to its branch before the onslaught of autumn's chill. He was no match for her; he was a raft-bound castaway - and she was the oncoming tempest. 

Together they melted into a pool of tongue and hands, rushed and heavy. There was no softness or words of delicacy, no declarations or promises of what would come after. There was only urgency. There was only her and him and now. At the meet of their lips and the ripping of her shirt underneath his strong, tanned hands there was a rumbling noise which ripped around them and caused loose stone and dust to fall from the ceiling. The shock of it managed to distract them long enough to prise themselves away from each other. The second they pulled apart, the noise stopped. 

“An earthquake?” He questioned through rough panting, speaking out loud rather than to her in particular. He quickly moved to one of the far walls and ran his hands over it, feeling for any structural damage and waiting silently for an aftershock.

As soon as his fingers stroked the grooves in the stone, Elltavia was behind him. She pushed him against the wall, and pressed herself against his back, standing on her tiptoes to lick and bite at the nape of his neck. 

“Who cares?” She whined. Her hands made their way up the back of his shirt and she dragged her nails down his skin. The sound he made was sinful, and as soon as her tongue licked at the sweat trailing down his spine, the rumbling started again. This time they were both knocked backwards by the wall Gale was pressed against, as it started to straighten out and move towards them. 

“Fuck.” He groaned, on his back. He could barely think straight, all his focus and all his blood was currently gathered in hard desperation between his legs. Urging to be sank into the ranger panting on the floor next to him. 

She swung her leg round to mount herself on top of him, pinning him to the ground under her hips.

“Wait” he hissed through gritted teeth. She managed to stop herself from sucking on his bottom lip long enough to hear what he wanted to say, she desperately hoped it would be something filthy. Her restraint in her longing for his mouth didn’t stop her grinding her hips down against him. She gasped at how hard he was underneath her. To her shock, he grabbed her upper arms and managed, with difficulty, to push her off him and he sprang up and backed away from her with his arms out. 

“Listen, Kidd, when we give into our temptation, to our urge, it sets off the trap.” 

She tried to take in what he was saying, and she used her sharp, predator’s focus to survey the room. She had not previously noticed the heavy layer of dust which had settled on the holy ground. Bonedust. The bleak realisation sank in. This was all that was left of others who had been tested. The book was an incendiary, designed to spark simmering desire into a roaring flame. Resist it, or be crushed.

“I am your temptation?” She rasped. “Gale, of all the fucking things to desire?!” 

“You’re one to talk!” He snapped. The cord that felt wrapped around him was tightening in frustration. This woman was literally going to be the death of him. This stubborn, infuriating, smart-ass was how he was going to die. He wanted to take his whip out and coil the leather around her… 

“Fuck!” He said, turning around so he could no longer see her pouring out of her sweaty, ripped shirt. 

“The temptation is each other… right?” She breathed.

“Obviously.” 

“Then… then we can still.. Touch ourselves, can’t we?”

It was like pouring oil on a bonfire, the thought of her unbound and lost in her own touch, bringing herself to the brink of pleasure and plunging over a cliff of her own making was unbearable. He wanted to palm himself right there in front of her just from the thought of it. 

She didn’t wait for him to answer, her hand quickly found its way into her underwear and to where she needed it most. She was a writhing mess on the floor - but the walls did not move. 

He sank and crawled to her, and positioned himself over her, resting his forearms on the ground next to her shoulders, clenching his fists in frustration and caging her beneath him, but not touching her. He allowed one of his knees to push her thigh upwards, splaying her further apart. But he did not give her any further contact. He just held himself over her as she moaned and bucked her hips into her own hand. His gaze was as desperate and intense as any touch could be. Beads of sweat traced paths down his temple, falling onto her skin like liquid fire. Every inch of her felt alive, every nerve alight with anticipation. As he lowered his head, his breath danced against her neck, tantalisingly close yet never touching. His lips hovered, a mere whisper away, and she teetered on the edge of combustion.

“I’ve wanted you since you flashed your thigh at my desk.” His voice was almost unrecognisable, dark as sin itself. The lilt of his words caressing her skin. “I wanted to be that fruit on your tongue. The flesh on your lips.”  She gasped, but could not respond. Her eyes fluttered shut as she imagined how he would taste as he spilled herself down her throat in ecstasy. 

“Don’t you dare stop looking at me.” He growled.

Her eyes flashed open again to meet his, and his command would have sent her spiralling, but something was wrong. 

“I can’t.. It won’t…” She removed her hand in desperation, and it took every ounce of resilience he had not to grab hold of her wrist and drag her lust-soaked fingers between his teeth and roll his tongue against them. “It just makes it worse.” 

The walls were still at each end of the room, they had barely moved. The two of them were safe, maybe there was time to…

“Fuck it.” He said, and he lifted her robe and tore her underwear off her. Gods, the scent of her. He wanted to spend a whole day with his nose buried at the source of her divine, needy musk.

 He did not have a whole day, he had minutes at most. 

“Is this what you want?” He asked, shaking with the resolve it took to show her the decency she deserved.

“No” She responded, but before he could even attempt to pull himself away from her, she wrapped her powerful warrior's thighs around him and flipped them so he was beneath her. 

“This is what I want.” 

She turned round above him so her cunt was hovering over his face, just out of reach. This position gave her the chance to unbuckle his belt and finally get her hands where she wanted them. There was no time to undress him, to peel him out of his tight trousers the way she wanted to. This would have to do. He moaned beneath her as she finally freed him from his confinement, and without grace or hesitation - took the whole of him into her mouth. 

In response, he grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her down against his lips. Locking her tight against him, he groaned and pushed his tongue into her. The taste of her was technicolour.  He worked as quickly as he could to relieve the tight, coiling need which was squeezing the life out of them, but not quickly enough. 

The walls had pushed towards them quicker than he anticipated, and it wasn’t long until he felt the hard force of it suddenly pressing against his feet. 

Elltavia must have become aware at the same time he did, because her mouth was suddenly off him and she rolled away, completely disentangling them and stopping the movement of the walls. 

They were both slick with sweat, and with each other. 

“Get over to the far end. Now.” He snapped at her. The narrowing of the walls had now turned the large, circular room into a slim corridor. It would only take a couple more metres of movement and they would be crushed to dust. 

“Do not bark orders at me!” She retorted with a hiss. “That is really not helping the situation!” She retreated as far away as him as possible, pressed her thighs together, and put her hands over her ears so she couldn’t hear his heavy, laboured breathing.

The hour may as well have been a day. They faced away from each other, breaths heavy and skin slick with sweat. They had both tried to cover themselves back up with what little material had not been ripped. At this moment the threat of being crushed by the weight of an ancient temple wall seemed inconsequential compared to the overwhelming intensity of this moment. Gale thought that If this were to be his end, he would welcome it with open arms. At one point in his life, he had resigned himself to the fact he would die alone at the order of a pitiless Goddess. What a privilege it would be then, to die in the arms of a merciful one. In the arms of Elltavia Kidd’Alka. 

He thought of her as he faced the wall. He thought of her in every way except the one which had pushed its way to the front of his mind and coursed its way through his blood. He thought of her fierce loyalty to her home, how she had travelled far and risked her life. How she was blunt and forthcoming and how she refused to dull any of her bladed wit. He thought of the shimmering seasons of her eyes, of how long it must take her to braid her hair, how she has the wisdom of an elder and the bright laugh of a child. He thought of how much he wanted her to live, and how much he wanted to see her again. And suddenly, the urge simmered - it was there, but it no longer suffocated him. He could breathe. His lust had been mixed with something else, and the sweet combination had strengthened his resolve. He could do this. 

Elltavia thought of the forest. Of her home. Of the children who fell out of trees and laughed in the dirt that caught them. Of the people who had spent their lives telling stories and weaving tradition through play and prayer. Of the mothers who had fletched arrows with babes at their breast. She remembered the first time she summoned an animal, and how the swift spring bird had flitted between branches and sunbeams to settle upon her shoulder. She remembered the poor autumn fox which she had found dead from the spreading curse. She would beat this. She would return home, and she would show Gale the place they had saved together. Her blood cooled, her resolve steeled. She could do this. 

An hour passed in silence. The two of them focused and determined. Two people who ached enough to not touch each other. And it worked.

Suddenly, it was as though they had emerged from holding their breath in ice water. The walls rumbled and slowly retreated back to their stations. 

“Is it over?” Elltavia spoke quietly, too nervous to turn round or remove her hands from her ears. Her answer came when a strong, comforting hand placed itself on her shoulder and she didn’t burn from the touch. She let Gale turn her, and take the hands from her ears to kiss them. 

“Not for me'' He said gently, stroking her cheek and tucking a braid behind her ear.  Before he could kiss her properly, without magical kindling feeding his flame for her, the book reappeared. It fluttered once more, and settled on its final page.

“Is it safe?”

“I think so” He said, more calmly than he felt. “We passed the test.”

He made his way to where the soft glow welcomed him to read, and spoke the book’s final inscription aloud…

Behold, two souls of spirit true Live long - old magic rests in you. 

“If this is some bullshit about how the power was inside us all along, I'm going to be really annoyed.” Elltavia was still breathless, but relieved.

“Maybe…” He said thoughtfully, but from the book and the murals and tenacity of the ancient magic, Gale didn’t believe that was the case. There must be the mentioned ‘reward’ somewhere… But, he was not interested. Godly gifts he could live without. There were other things more worthy of his attention now. Other desires to fulfill. 

“What do we do about the book?” she asked, closing it and running her finger over the cover. “Will you take it to the Academy?”

“No. This belongs here. It’s as much a part of the forest as you are.” He turned to look at her, her bright eyes fierce, “You know what lies here now, you can tell your community - you can spread the story and let them become guardians of magic and knowledge. And this can stay here… closed.”

He bent down and kissed her, soft but purposeful. Full of the promise of things to come.

“You know, Kidd. Before you dropped by my lecture I was reading about this amulet…”

She entwined her fingers with his as they made their way back into the lush greenery of her vibrant forest home. “Sounds interesting professor, I take it the next adventure would also require you to bring along your whip?” 

“Oh, most definitely. I could give you another demonstration now if you’d like?”

Her bright laugh echoed through the trees as they walked into the distance, unaware of the ancient gift bestowed upon them by the temple in the forest. Perhaps one day, Gale would notice his hair wasn't greying as quickly, or that the furrows between his eyes no longer deepened despite the endless days of laughter shared with Elltavia. Maybe then, they would realise they had been chosen as timeless protectors: the wizard destined to safeguard the magic he once sought to consume, and the ranger courageous enough to save her homeland.

[dujour13]

Owlcatober 27. Portrait

Fandom: Wrath of the Righteous

More Sosiel 💖 This one sort of follows on 20. Honor

Also on AO3

At first Sosiel thought the colorfully dressed half-elf standing with the Queen before the ranks of the Fifth Crusade must be some sort of herald, a bard she’d hired to lend some cheer to the occasion before she presented the new Knight-Commander to his troops.

By now he’d heard the new Knight-Commander was Andoren, the sole survivor of the Diplomatic Corps caravan massacre, and that made two things they had in common. Impatiently he craned his neck to peer over a pauldron.

And saw the Queen present the bard.

Who gave the troops a friendly wave.

For a few seconds Sosiel watched in confusion, and then slowly began to smile.

The Knight-Commander of the Fifth Crusade looked like one of those urban artsy types Sosiel admired when he was younger, probably from Almas or Augustana. Not a hint of stern military discipline in his clothing or demeanor as he stepped up and gave a short speech in a warm, strong tenor with an unmistakable Andoren accent—something about the Fifth Crusade welcoming all without discrimination, about the resilience of heterogeneity—but Sosiel was too excited to listen, his painter’s eye transfixed.

Amidst the leaden sky and mud, the dull gray armor marked only by pale patches of icy white and red more like blood than heraldry, the Knight-Commander was a lone spring flower.

Later he was surprised to receive a personal invitation from the Queen to join her in the command tent. After all the grief her inquisitors had given him he’d been sure they wouldn’t let him anywhere near her, but apparently his midnight ride to Nerosyan had already become somewhat of a legend in the nascent Fifth Crusade and he found himself not only above suspicion but a minor celebrity among her royal escort.

When they entered, the Knight-Commander was not sitting at his desk but on it, ankles crossed. Up close Sosiel observed him curiously. It was always hard to tell with half-elves, but he guessed he must be several years Sosiel’s senior, with straw-colored hair and olive-gold eyes, cheerful in the lamplight. Tanned skin, Kelish nose, bright smile. Original assortment of colors. A Desnan pendant—no surprise at all, Sosiel thought.

“You’re from Carpenden?” Beaming, the Knight-Commander shook his hand. “Beautiful place.”

“Yes, it is. You’ve been there?”

“Are you kidding? I was at the harvest festival just a couple years ago. The time the ponies got loose. Hey, you don’t happen to have any wine?”

“No, I’m afraid when the Temple was attacked everything was ransacked, even our personal affairs.”

“Oh.” The Knight-Commander’s smile fell. “The Temple of Shelyn. I heard what happened. I’m sorry. How are you holding up?”

There was something so sincere in his eyes and in the way he squeezed his shoulder that Sosiel felt a sob rise in his chest and had to fight it down. So few had offered him words of compassion. “I—thank you. I miss them. We should treasure what time we have with those we love, since we never know when it may come to an end. But we all do what we must. I understand you find yourself similarly grieving.”

Judging by his shaky sigh, it sounded like the Knight-Commander could relate. “I didn’t expect the road to be easy, but no one thought it would be this rough. What brings a priest of the goddess of beauty all this way?”

“I can’t sit idly by and paint landscapes while people are dying,” said Sosiel with passion. “All the more now.”

At this the Knight-Commander looked surprised. “You’re right.”

Sosiel wondered if something he’d said had affected him in some way, because he glanced over his shoulder at the stack of paperwork on his desk and then down at his hands. “You’re exactly right,” he murmured.

He looked lost, far from his element. Uprooted. Sosiel thought back to his own journey here, leaving sunny skies and the promise of ripening grapes behind for the promise of struggle and glory—and instead finding grief.

“Knight-Commander, I’m organizing a funeral service for my fallen brethren at Martyr Zacharius’ cemetery. It would be a comfort to their loved ones if you would say a few words. And perhaps a comfort to… all of us who have lost people.”

When the Knight-Commander raised his eyes again there was a look of gratitude, and also resolve. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be there. Thank you. And by the way—”

“Yes?”

“I’m not big on titles. Just call me Siavash.”

In the following days the Knight-Commander—Siavash—was too busy to visit the chapel tent, and it was just as well. Sosiel felt absurdly proud of his latest oeuvre, so proud that it would mortify him should the Knight-Commander witness what he had unknowingly inspired.

It was embarrassingly beautiful. Flushed, Sosiel turned the canvas backward to hide it just in case, but not without one last pleased glance at the way the crushing steel whorl of Mendev, silvery white and streaked with mud and fire, bore up amidst its pain and chaos a single bloom of sky-blue and gold (and rose, amber, forest green, lavender and turquoise), deceptively fragile-looking but casting a glow on the mist surrounding it like a beacon, a promise of warmth and kindness that made the bleakness bearable.

“Sosiel… that’s…”

“My first impression of the new Knight-Commander. I left it in storage at the Temple when we marched on Drezen.”

Siavash grabbed him around the shoulders and squeezed.

“Tell me you’re crying because you like it.”

“I look so lost and lonely.”

“And look at you now. You know, I felt a kinship with you at the beginning of the Crusade. I hoped we could be friends.”

Siavash laughed fondly as Sosiel filled his glass. “Can I tell you a secret? When you told me back then that you couldn’t paint while people were dying, you gave me the push I needed. I was getting ready to ditch.”

“No.” Sosiel smiled incredulously.

“Yeah. When the Queen gave me the title I thought she meant as a figurehead. I didn’t think it would involve paperwork.”

“So this mess is all my fault.”

“Entirely.” Siavash brought his glass to his lips and stopped. “Wait, this isn’t one of Yumillian’s, is it?”

“Go ahead. It’ll be fine.”

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Sea Superstitions //Kim Hongjoong//

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Tags: Pirate!Ateez, Cursed captain Hongjoong x afab reader, cursing, yelling, fighting, mentions of death, blood  

Smut tags: no power dynamics, laughing, oral (reader receiving), kissing,   scratching, nipple play

Word Count: 8831 

This was it, this was the moment he had worked so hard for. The moment that made the demeanor of the man change from one who simply loved the sea, to one who wanted power, fame, riches and glory. This was the moment that changed Hongjoong.

Ever since he had caught wind of the treasure there was a shift in the captain. There was even a shift in the crew, they could all feel it. Their captain was drifting, losing his mind slowly, no longer listening to reason and no longer listening to the crew he once considered family. Hongjoong was stricken with greed and it had changed him through and through. As much as the crew hated it, they couldn’t bring themselves to leave. Not only would Hongjoong have killed them with this new demeanor, they still loved him. The crew was a family, despite all the changes.

“You see this, men?” Hongjoong asked, passing the torch in his hands over to Seonghwa. It was damp in the cave, the few torches among his crew being quite dim. “This is what we’ve been working for.” Seonghwa exchanged looks with some of the crew members standing in the front. This was what they were working for, Hongjoong wasn’t wrong… it just wasn’t for themselves. The money would have been nice, but the whole crew was simply hoping this find would bring their captain back.

Hongjoong leaned over the chest, brushing the dirt and dust off of the markings over the top. It was clear no one had been here in hundreds of years and that thought alone brought Hongjoong joy. His finger tips glided over the top, reading the markings carefully only and only hesitating for a moment. “This treasure belongs to one, those who are not the rightful owner shall face the consequences.” He read to himself, keeping his voice hushed. He was no stranger to curses or legends, he wasn’t one to necessarily believe them either. The sea was a vast place and it was only natural for people to speculate about what they haven’t seen. Even with this is mind, Hongjoong was being naïve and broke the lock to the chest.

It was like an anvil struck him on the head, pulling him to the hard ground with force. Screaming as it felt as if his head was splitting apart, lifting his hands to his head and tugging at the hair. The pain was white hot, absolutely blinding, excruciating as he writhed in pain. Only for it all to stop and his vision to go black.

Hongjoong woke up to the feeling of swaying that he was all too familiar with, eyes opening to the ceiling of his captain’s quarters. He was back on his ship and while the pain he had felt earlier had almost fully subsided, there was still a part of his head that was hurting. All that didn’t matter though, he had found the treasure and it was his.

He pushed through the doors of his quarters and onto the deck, ignoring the aches he was feeling as he did so. The crew were shooting him looks as he walked to his first mate with excitement.

“Captain, you’re awake.” Seonghwa said, voice small. He hadn’t thought that the captain would wake up so quickly, not after what the crew had witnessed, not after the pain he was in. “Where is it?” Hongjoong asked, looking around the deck to see if he could spot the treasure. “Where is it, Seonghwa?” He pressed, voice getting stern as he saw his crewmember’s expression shift. “I didn’t think it was wise… bringing it on board.” Seonghwa started, a feeling of pure rage filling Hongjoong. Without a thought, Hongjoong grabbed Seonghwa’s collar and pushed him into the railing of the ship.

Seonghwa’s jaw clenched as he saw the expression on his captain’s face. The enraged and deranged look in his eyes as he nearly tossed his closest friend off of the ship. “You left it behind?” He yelled, tightening his grip. “Everything I worked for!” He added on and the tone of his voice darkened. The crew could only stand back and watch, the captain they had known and loved for years having become someone they didn’t recognize. “Everything you worked for?!” Seonghwa yelled in return, pushing back against his captain’s hands and away from the railing. “What about us?! What about the crew that has done nothing but work for you?! Look at yourself, Hongjoong! You were selfish and now you’re cursed.” Seonghwa yelled back, pushing Hongjoong away from him fully. The captain stumbled back, eyebrows furrowing at his words.

“Cursed?” His tone had softened quite a bit and he reached for his head. That dull ache from earlier now a throbbing pain. “That chest was guarded by a curse. Placed on it to protect it from people like you, people with the wrong intentions and well look at you.” Seonghwa explained, though he didn’t know before the captain had attempted to open the chest.

Mingi came running onto the deck with a small mirror in his hands. He handed it over to Hongjoong with an apologetic look on his face before sinking back into the crowd of crewmembers.

The captain lifted the mirror to his face and as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was scared. He came face to face with himself, not seeing any marks on his face at first glance. Only to notice the thin strip of hair on the side of his head that had turned white. “Hongjoong, I think you’re dying.” Seonghwa said softly, no longer feeling anger towards his captain but sympathy. The man had obviously lost his mind, however in this split moment he was the captain he had signed up for.  

Ever since you were a child you found yourself fascinated by the sea, painfully so almost. Seeing the world while riding the waves had been your dream for your entire life and you weren’t one to give up easily. The only problem was, you didn’t have enough money for your own ship and well most captains weren’t ready to have a woman aboard due to the superstitions.

It took you a long time but you had found a captain hesitantly willing to take you on board. He captained a decent sized transport ship, taking you on under the guise that you could work alongside the rest of the crew… much to their disdain. The crew let their fear be known around you, coupled with their hatred for you. You understood the superstition: a woman on board angers the sea gods and brings bad luck. However you didn’t understand how this could spark so much anger because nothing unlucky had for the 4 months you had been on board and working just as hard as the others.

Your morning had started like any other, scooping up stew into your bowl and walking on deck with the other crew members. As you sat down next to them, they stood up and wandered to sit somewhere else. Letting out a sigh, you gulped down your stew before carrying on with your duty that currently consisted of tying knots to create a fishnet.

“There’s a storm approaching, that’s your doing.” One of the crew members snarled as he walked past you. It was almost amusing at this point, these remarks. Almost as amusing as the time they had tried to throw you overboard in rougher water to “get rid of the bad luck”. You could imagine if there was a storm coming that another threat your life would be made and that paranoia had most definitely distracted you for the rest of the day. So much so, that it took the pirate ship being right in front of you to believe it was real.

It felt unreal, like you had been reading a novel and visualizing it all. The way the pirates boarded the ship with ease, swords in hand and threatening the crewmember’s and the captain’s lives. You were frozen in your spot, not able to move or fight. Especially not after seeing the way the other crew members were easily disarmed and injured. It simply took one particularly tall pirate spotting you for you to drop the fishnet and raise your arms. You were armed, the knife in your boot serving more of a purpose for work rather than protection but you had decided it would be unwise to even try it. The rest of the crew was too far gone anyways.

Huddled together in 2 groups with ropes binding you all together, you watched as the pirates loaded the more valuable transport on to their ship. Your captain was stood next to you and there was a small wound on his cheek from fighting. You could tell he was seething, knowing that even if the pirates left them alive the stolen cargo would cost him and the crew a lot of money.

“The royal navy will be after you in no time, you know that.” Your captain remarked, making some of the pirates scoff before continuing their work. “Why don’t you let us worry about that.” An almost sing-song voice made you divert your attention the plank connecting the ships.

He had an odd look to him, the man you presumed was their captain. With hair that was almost half white and half brown, sharp yet tired eyes and a dominating stature, he was singlehandedly the most unique man you had ever seen. Maybe he was even beautiful, no he was most definitely beautiful, just in your current position you couldn’t see it.

“This is all your fault.” One of the crewmembers hissed, voice full of venom as he looked towards you. The pirate captain turned his head, having heard the remark before wandering over to you all. “How is it her fault?” The man asked, hands on his hips and looking at you. Not giving your crewmate an ounce of attention as he spoke to him. His face was close to yours, making your heartrate speed up. Never in a million years had you thought you would be face to face with a pirate captain.

“You know why… it’s bad luck. A woman on board, ridiculous. The sea god’s aren’t kind to sailors with women on board.” The crewman spewed and you looked to the deck. He was making you feel ashamed and if you all managed to live through this day, you knew you would be fish bait the next day. The crew would want nothing to do with you.

“I don’t believe in bad luck.” The pirate captain remarked, tilting your chin back up. The action made you swallow thickly, making you more and more nervous than before. You had never heard good news of pirates, this interest in you could mean nothing but bad things.

“How about you, doll? Do you believe in this superstition?” He asked, genuinely curious. It was rare to see a woman in your position, especially this far out in the sea and with a crew that seemingly hated you. You were too scared to answer, lip quivering slightly while his hand was still on your chin. “You don’t, do you? Otherwise you wouldn’t be here.” The man let go of your chin and walked towards your captain. “Captain, I’m going to do you a favor. On top of all of these lovely supplies, you will also be giving me your bad luck.” You whipped your head in his direction, eyes going wide. The remark wasn’t nearly as surprising as your reaction to it.

“You’ll be doing us a favor.” One of the crewmen spat and you felt yourself go numb. The pirates could brutally murder you for all they cared and well, it was making you feel like it was what you deserved. Your expression dropped and you continued to stare at the floor, even as the pirates let you go from your bindings. “Go grab your things.” The pirate captain demanded, surprising you further.

It took you 10 minutes to be stood on the deck of your new home, the planks connecting the 2 ships being retracted and your old crew still tied up on the deck. The pirates didn’t seem too worried about the thought of them breaking free and chasing after them. If there was one thing you knew, it was ships and it was clear as day that the pirate ship could outrun a simple transport ship any day.

“Do you think you were the bad luck on that ship?” One of the pirates asked, looking at you with big eyes and a concerned expression. He was young and had a sweet yet mischievous glint in his eye. “The only bad luck on that ship was the crew’s bad attitude.” You remarked, dropping your bag from your shoulder. “Don’t worry, I don’t think I brought the bad luck with me.” You added on, no longer looking at the younger pirate but watching as the captain walked along the deck. “We’ve had plenty of bad luck ourselves. Doubt the upcoming bad luck we inevitably will have has anything to do with you.” An older pirate interjected, politely. “Seonghwa, first mate.” He introduced while reaching for your things. “Y/N, supposed bad luck.” You responded, watching the two crack a smile. You were almost sure you were going to be a captive on board the ship, hostage to unruly, rude pirates. Though your preconceptions were entirely wrong, this was a warmer welcome than you had ever received on the other ship.

“I thought I would be a captive here.” You remarked, Seonghwa raising an eyebrow to you. “Well what’s the point in that. No use in having you waste away in a cell when you’re useful.” Seonghwa explained, placing a hand on your shoulder. “You’re here because the captain sees a use for you and well that means something. Now let me show you around.”

It seemed like with every day, the pirate captain’s health declined. Stumbling around the ship, his tired eyes seeming more and more exhausted as the day went by. Today was no exception and you couldn’t help yourself but watch as he stumbled, sitting on the stairs to the top deck.

“Hey, look alive.” Mingi said, shoving you slightly as you had stopped your movements pulling the rope which were admittedly a team effort. “Sorry.” You quickly shot back, gripping it again and pulling with him. “What’s on your mind?” He asked as you worked, making you sigh. There had been a lot on your mind, mainly the captain not seeming well but also the crew dancing around him. They seemed scared of him on some days and like closest friends on others.

“Is the captain alright?” You started, finally feeling confident enough to air your concerns. The crew had taken you in as one of their own and Mingi had seemed to be your closest friend so far (next to Seonghwa, of course)meaning you weren’t scared to pry. “I mean, he seems… ill.” You added on, not looking at him and focusing on your work. “You’re not wrong, Captain Hongjoong is well- I’m not quite sure ill is the right word for it.” His response left you more confused than before and you simply turned and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Look, you’re new here and it’s hard to explain. We don’t normally have to explain it, we’ve all seen it and well it’s not easy to believe if you haven’t seen it.” Mingi was trying to explain yet having such difficulty finding the words. “The captain’s cursed. Dying slowly from the inside due to greed.” Mingi hesitated, seeing the way your expression changed. “And I know how that sounds. But you have to believe me.” He added on and you waved your hand, dismissing what he said.

“It’s not that I don’t believe you.” You said, glancing back at the captain who was sat on the stairs. Captain Hongjoong was seemingly the first person to see something more in you and he was dying. Maybe you did bring bad luck with you. “I just don’t want too.” You admitted, choking back your emotions and getting back to work.

That evening, not even the gentle rocking of the sea could put you to sleep. Everything you had learned that day, from the way to do simple repairs around the ship to Hongjoong's curse. You simply couldn't sleep and found yourself wandering to the top of the deck.

Something about the night sky coupled with the vast sea, not another living being in sight was oddly comforting. Isolation was something you welcomed every now and again and this was one of those moments. It was a moment for you to gather the thoughts that had been swimming around your mind the entire day.

"Surely if there was a curse there was a way to break it? How did he come across this curse in the first place? What did Hongjoong do?"

You let out a sigh, only to hear a throat clearing behind you. "You should be sleeping." Hongjoong remarked and leaned against the railing next to you. "I'm having a hard time sleeping. Too many thoughts." You admitted, purposefully avoiding his gaze. The captain made you nervous, despite his maybe misplaced belief in you. He was an oddly beautiful man and all of the flaws that came with the curse didn't do a good job of hiding that.

"What's on your mind?" He asked as it was quite obvious it was weighing on your mind heavily. He cared for you, in an odd way. It was the way you didn't let people's misconceptions stop you from doing anything. You were brave and he admired that.

"Well if there's a curse, there must be a way to break it, no?" You asked, still staring at the gentle waves below you. Hongjoong's expression dropped and he felt almost as if a sudden weight was placed on his chest. "Who told you about the curse?" His voice raised slightly, not seeing why you had the right to know in the first place. Maybe it was the pain the curse brought him or the mental toll it had taken on him, but he was enraged. “I just noticed things and asked about it.” You explained, a wave over fear travelling through your body. You didn’t think you would get a response like this, it was obvious he wasn’t feeling well and it was natural to ask questions.

“You think I haven’t tried breaking the curse?” Hongjoong’s voice raised even more and you took a step back. You were scared, this sudden switch that had flipped in Hongjoong’s personality. “Of course I’ve tried breaking the curse, there is no breaking the curse!” You took another step back, seeing the blind anger in Hongjoong’s eyes. “I’m sorry, I just thought-“ Your words were cut off. “No you didn’t think. Get out of my sight, your no use to the crew if you’re too tired to pick up a task. Learn to stay in your place.” His voice was filled with nothing but venom and suddenly you were starting to understand Mingi’s hesitation earlier. You opened your mouth to speak once again only to bite back, having nothing more of value to say. You simply swallowed your words and turned on your heels to go back to bed, not that you would be able to sleep at all.

Hongjoong was on edge the entire day, he could feel himself reverting back to his old ways. The way he was before the curse, filled with greed and anger. He didn’t mean for it, not at all. He absolutely hated himself like this but he couldn’t help it. They years had turned him into a cold man by nature and the curse wasn’t helping. In all honesty, the pirate captain was terrified. He wasn’t ready to die at all and he was becoming impatient.

This in mind, everything the crew did was irritating him. The knots were wrong, the ship wasn’t moving fast enough and the sails weren’t catching enough wind, not that the crew could realistically do anything to please him in this moment, nothing could please him. So you kept your distance, not wanting to fuel the fire anymore that you already had. You knew you were the cause of this outburst and the he was now yelling at Mingi was making you feel incredibly guilty.

“This is all wrong!” The younger man hung his head as the captain yelled. It had the attention of everyone working, though they didn’t stop what they were doing. Simply, listening with open ears as the exchange went down. You however couldn’t help but stand and stare. “I don’t know why I even bother keeping any of you around. All you do is bother me.” Hongjoong snarled, venomous words most definitely leaving a mark on tender hearted Mingi.

It wasn’t until Hongjoong grabbed Mingi’s collar that you felt yourself step forward, words hurt but there was no need for physical altercation. Seonghwa beat you however, stepping between the two and pushing the captain to the side. “It was all going so well, what’s gotten into you?” The first mate yelled. It seemed Seonghwa had no fear of Hongjoong anymore, like this wasn’t the first time he’s had an outburst. “People prying where they shouldn’t!” Hongjoong grumbled, glancing back to you. You were aware this was your fault, you never would have asked had you known.

You took a step back again, turning to walk away from the situation as you felt you had caused enough trouble. That was until you saw Hongjoong take a swing in Seonghwa’s direction and losing balance. The sickness in him was stronger than he was and that was evident, the captain stumbled back. Trying to brace himself on a crate only to slip and knock a glass lamp over, falling into the shards. Now Hongjoong didn’t only feel like he was dying, he felt humiliated.

The shards had pierced the skin on his chest, arms and hands and he looked around the deck. He was stunned, feeling ashamed of himself and wondering why his brain made him act this way. His crew was looking at them with mixed feelings, pity, shame, fear, he could feel it all. As he looked up at his crew with pained eyes and bloodstained hands, he wanted to yell, dive off the side of the boat and hope it would take care of everyone’s problems.

“Captain.” Your voice was soft, pushing through the crew and crouching next to him. Your face, your expression, it made him conflicted. He hated it, the softness of it, the worry in your expression and the adoration in your eyes, it absolutely disgusted him but it was exactly what he wanted. “Come on, get up.” You said, maneuvering your way around the broken glass and helping him up. “Don’t help me.” Hongjoong snarled and his tone of voice hurt your feelings, but you ignored. “Don’t fight it.” You said quietly in response, pulling his weak body to his feet. “Don’t feel pressured, Y/N.” Seonghwa leaned over to say softly in your ear and well as much as you didn’t want to feel this way, you did. “I do anyways.” You remarked and continued to walk with Hongjoong, supporting his every step as you carefully walked to the door of the captain’s quarters. You ignored the whispers and murmurs from the ship deck and against better judgement, you wandered below the deck into the captain’s quarters.

“Go back on deck, I can take care of myself.” Hongjoong grumbled, limping away to the other side of his quarters to look in the mirror. More of his hair had turned white over the last day and he could feel it, now with this injury he had never physically felt worse. “I know I’ve done enough. But I also know that in this state, there’s no way for you to clean those injuries yourself and then they’ll get infected and then you’ll die even faster than you already are.” You felt a wave of bravery knowing he was too weak to do anything about it and well he knew it too.

“Alright.” His voice was small and his answer made you look up with wide eyes. “Please, help me.” His voice cracked at the request, not wanting to except the help but knowing he needed it. “And please for the love of god, stop looking at me like that.” Hongjoong added on and you cocked a brow at him.

“You shouldn’t be doing this.” Hongjoong said softly, flinching as you pulled a small shard of glass from his shoulder. He meant it, he was awful to you earlier and didn’t deserve the sympathy. You shook your head to yourself, knowing he couldn’t see you as his back was to you. He had pulled his blouse off and allowed you to gently remove the glass remnants, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of the little scars that littered his body. “You shouldn’t lash out the way you do.” You retorted, your hand tracing over his bare shoulder before removing another piece of glass.

“You think so?” Hongjoong was genuinely curious even though he knew you were right. He simply wanted your fresh perspective. “I know so. Look at where it gets you.” You were feeling incredibly brave in this moment, maybe it was because he felt different, he felt vulnerable. Hongjoong chuckled at your words only to wince in pain. “Besides, your crew loves you.” You started while trying to keep your touches gentle. “If they didn’t they wouldn’t have stayed this long with how you treat them. Not to mention what happened before the curse. They’d follow you to hell and back if you asked.” You found your voice getting small again. As an outsider looking in, you wouldn’t have understood the undying loyalty. Though seeing it all up close, Hongjoong was a man you could rely on despite the anger, pain and sadness he had in him. You were starting to feel that undying loyalty yourself.

“What about you?” Hongjoong asked, feeling the air of vulnerability in the room himself. Maybe it was you caring for him, or his skin being exposed to the air, or the sweet yet stern voice you took when speaking to him. “If I asked you to follow me to Hell and back?” He added on, looking back at you. Your eyes locked with him and for a moment you felt your breathing waver. His tired eyes still had a hint of life to them, a small sparkle that made your heart ache and your eyes fill with tears. “I’m a part of the crew, I guess I’ll have to.” You choked out, tearing your eyes from his to pick out the remaining shards.

Hongjoong’s heart fluttered, you were looking at him the exact way he told you not to and he had to bite back tears of his own. “You know it’s not like I haven’t looked for a way to break the curse.” He recalled, thinking back to all the reading, the shamans and useless remedies he had approached. Truth be told he had given up, he was too tired to fight it anymore and that was why he let the negative feelings win. “Nothing has worked.” He paused and looked up to the ceiling, blinking back the tears that had rapidly begun to form. “I’m scared of dying.” He confessed, not having told anyone this before.

You didn’t realize it until you felt the tears drop that you were crying, wiping them away quickly as you listened to his confession. Your heart absolutely ached for him and you wanted nothing more than to hug him, hold him close, make his problems go away. However you held back, taking a cloth from a basin filled with water and gently dabbing it over his back before bandaging him.

“I don’t want to die.” Hongjoong’s voice cracked, tears quietly rolling down his cheeks as he allowed himself to be taken care of by you. You tied off the bandage and moved to stand in front of him, looking him in his eyes again and wiping his tears away. “I don’t want you to die either.” You admitted and he could see how much his words had affected you, the tear stains over your cheeks giving you away. “Now, you should rest. The argument took a lot out of you.” Your voice was caring yet demanding, making Hongjoong smile.

“Are you telling your captain what to do?” He asked, taking your hand in his, the action making your knees feel weak. “I might be.” You laughed slightly, enjoying the feeling of this intimate moment. If this was what the captain was like before, your heart could only ache for what he was yet to become. “Alright.” Hongjoong pushed up from his seat, using you as support as he did so. Your arm wrapping around his bare torso, fingertips tickling over his skin. “If you’re giving me the order to rest.” Hongjoong realized that this meant the moment would be over and he truly didn’t want that. It had been a long time since anyone had cared for him like this, or wept for him and he wanted it to last. “I’m giving you the order to lay with me.” It caught you off guard, making blood rush to your cheeks and you bite the inside of your lip. Despite this, you didn’t want to say no.

Hongjoong found himself with his head on your chest, your blouse slightly bunched up as his hands settled under the fabric and on your bare hips. The warmth and softness of your body providing a comfort to him he hadn’t had in years, especially as one of your hands traced gentle shapes over the nape of his neck while the other toyed with his mismatched hair. Anyone who would walk in in this moment could feel that there was nothing but adoration in the room, a mutual respect between someone needing care and someone willing to provide it. It was something the captain would have regarded as more intimate than sex, entirely more vulnerable to him as he gave away his control to you. He felt rested, relaxed even, the sense of impending doom having shrunk drastically by the feeling of your care. Hongjoong didn’t want it to end and well if it was up to you, it wouldn’t have to. You could have stayed there for the rest of your life and been perfectly content.

The comfortable weight of Hongjoong's body on yours was nowhere to be found the next morning. Admittedly you had hoped to wake up together, wanting to talk more, feel his soft hair between your fingers for a little longer. Much to your dismay though, the bed was empty and you felt cold.

You pushed your way through the quarter’s doors and onto the deck. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you avoiding bumping into some members and headed directly to Seonghwa who was looking at you expectingly. His expression was hard to read, somewhere between happy and confused as he urged to you come over. You wandered over, equally as confused yourself as the crew exchanged questioning looks as you passed.

“What did you do last night?” Seonghwa asked, his tone nearly accusatory. “What do you mean? I just cleaned the cuts last night and he asked me to stay with him… nothing happened.” Your voice trailed off at the end, slightly embarrassed that you had made the choice to stay and not wanting to deal with the possible judgement. “And that’s it? Nothing else?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. You were about to ask what was going on when you heard laughter from the top deck, turning around to see where it came from.

Hongjoong stood behind the ship’s wheel, something you had never seen him do, he always seemed too weak for it. His skin that previously had a grey tint to it was now warm with a golden hue to it and his eyes seemed lively. The dark circles under his eyes having lightened up and that faint sparkle you had noticed before was more prominent. Hongjoong didn’t look like he was dying, or like the dark cloud was hovering over his head.

“He’s been so energetic since he woke up, vibrant even. Like the man I used to know before treasure ever came into the mix. He doesn’t seem… sick.” Seonghwa remarked, now smiling as he looked at his old friend. “I really did nothing.” Nothing aside from take care of him, you thought to yourself before looking back at the captain. Seeing him like this, like he was almost glowing in comparison to a few hours earlier made your heart feel full. Hongjoong was so incredibly beautiful.

“Good morning.” His voice was sing song-ish, making you smile instantly. “Good morning.” You said in return, leaning against a crate and simply looking at him. Hongjoong had sense all the looks that morning, he was getting the same look from you now and well normally he would be irritated but he felt too good now for that. “I haven’t felt this good in a long time.” Hongjoong started, explaining how for the first time in forever it felt like his heart was beating. “I can’t help but think it has something to do with you.” He added on and you looked away, towards the sea in embarrassment. “That being said, I think we should celebrate.” Hongjoong raised his voice, leaning over the railing to get everyone’s attention.

“Wooyoung, kitchen is yours tonight. Make something good. Mingi, Yunho and San, I think it’s time to have those barrels of rum see the light of day again, don’t you?” You could see the joy on the crew’s faces at not even the captain’s words, but his overall tone. He sounded so joyful. “Aye, captain!” They called in response and you felt yourself smile. The captain turned to you again, still smiling and making your heart absolutely pound. However, not as much as it was during the dinner.

The sea was quiet, the weather was pleasant and the crimson colored sky had set a soft mood over the ship. That coupled with Hongjoong’s new found energy, it felt like the way you had always imagined the sea and a crew. Truly like a family, especially as the rum flowed. Not that you were entirely partial to rum, you had a few sips and watched as the rest of the crew drank and laughed. Especially as the conversation turned into talks about dancing.

“In all the years I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you get remotely close to a woman. Let alone close enough to dance with one.” Seonghwa laughed, gesturing at the captain who sat with a sulking expression. “I’ve had my time, you know you’re lying.” Hongjoong retorted, pointing at his first mate who was laughing. “I mean, the first woman I’ve seen you talk too in years is Y/N.” Wooyoung backed up the conversation as he leaned over the pot filled with food. Hongjoong let out a sigh, putting his glass down and standing up. His eyes locked with yours, the sparkle in his eyes showcasing the mischief he was conjuring.

Approaching you, you raised an eyebrow in question as he sauntered your way. “You look lonely, may I ask you to dance?” Hongjoong asked, making you and the rest of the crew laugh. “Are you asking me because you want some credit with the crew or because you really want to?” You asked, regaining your composure and looking him dead in the eyes. He smiled, placing his hands on his hips and pushing his long coat out of the way. The crew watched as their captain leaned down to you, placing his lips by your ears to fluster you even more. “Because I really want to.” He whispered and your eyes darted around the table, trying to make sure no one could see how this was flustering you.

Hongjoong extended his hand to you and you took it, hesitating a little before deciding to put your all into this. You were pulled to your feet and directly into his arms, oohs and ahs coming from the crew. His hand swiftly found your waist and you were pressed flush against his chest. The warmth coming from his body more intense than the night prior and he seemed less vulnerable now, especially as you locked eyes with him.

The captain guided you across the deck of the ship, holding you as close as he possibly could. The dancing wasn’t perfect, it didn’t need to be. Sure this started as Hongjoong proving a point to his friends but now that didn’t matter anymore. The only thing mattered now was that feeling inside his chest that he got when being this close to you, he felt normal. He felt like there was nothing wrong with himself. Your breath fanned over his neck, tickling him slightly as he adjust his grip on your waist. Yes you were being watched but it didn’t feel like it, in both of your minds the ship was empty and it was just the two of you.

Hongjoong felt the same, tucking his face in your neck and kissing over your skin. This wasn’t an innocent dance anymore and that was clear to your body. Your skin now getting coated with goosebumps.

“If you want to do that, can we go to the captain quarters?” You said soft enough, now feeling a certain need for him. It wasn’t like you hadn’t felt yourself falling for the captain earlier, but this was different. You absolutely needed him and if he was going to tease you like this, he might as well follow through.

He looked at you with that mischievous glint in his eyes, the same one he had when he boarded your prior ship. The same look he had when he stole you away or better put, saved you. If this was his personality when feeling good, you never wanted to leave. You wanted to make him feel as good as you possibly could… in every way.

“Come on.” The captain smiled, grabbing your hand and tugging you along towards the captain quarter’s door. You met eyes with Seonghwa on your way to the door, receiving a slight headshake coupled with a knowing smile. Not only that, you both managed to ignore the cheers coming from the rest of the crew as it seemed Hongjoong really didn’t care. He had one thing on his mind and that was you and how euphoric you were making him feel. He could only imagine how he would feel after this.

It took no two seconds for you to be pressed into the mattress, the same mattress you had comforted him to sleep on no 24 hours prior. Only this time it was entirely different, instead of pure love and care, this was lust. Hongjoong wanted to absolutely ruin you, knowing it would make him fill with life again.

Your eyes met for a moment, his eyes flickering down to your lips before finally connecting them. The kiss was gentle, his lips soft and plush against yours. You couldn’t help but whimper at the feeling as it wasn’t anything you had expected. The feared captain being so sweet in this way, it made your knees weak. Hongjoong shared the feeling, your sweet whimper being near enough to make him come undone right then and there without even touching you yet.

“God, you make me feel-“ He started, not even quite being able to find the words to explain. Especially not as you took his face into your hands and changed your positions. Now having him underneath you, your clothed core grinding over his painfully hard cock. “Feel?” You asked, kissing his lips again and biting at them slightly. “Alive.” He admitted and his hands gripped at your hips before slowly moving up under your shirt.

The captain gently grabbed at your chest, massaging your breasts as you moaned into your kisses. He was infatuated with your responses to him, pinching your nipple and rolling it between his fingers just to hear more. Only to decide the fabric was entirely in the way, he helped you pull it off and tossed to the other side of the room. Wasting absolutely no time to latch himself onto the new skin, sitting up and holding you in place. His hand moving over your smooth back and the other arm around your waist as he wrapped his lips around your nipple. Your fingers tangled in his hair, not quite pulling the mismatched tresses but pressing him closer into you.

Hongjoong allowed his hand to move down, mapping your body roughly to make sure he wouldn’t forget it. No matter how sickly he felt, he wouldn’t forget the way you feel or the way you taste. It was so good he wanted to taste more. Carefully guiding you to lay down, pushing you back into the mattress. His fingers were swift to undo the laces of your pants, pulling them off of you the second they were loose enough and making you laugh. “We have time… Relax.” You remarked, taking in his eager expression. “I never know how much time I have left. Allow me to be eager.” He explained and his words made your heart ache. Though you couldn’t quite focus on that emotion as he kissed your inner thigh, dangerously close to your heat. Nails leaving little crescent marks on your thighs as he gripped them for leverage.

You hesitated before gently placing your hands in his hair and you could feel him smile against your thigh. “You can pull, guide me. Where do you want me?” He asked you, looking up at you. “I-“ “No-no, with your hands, guide me.” Hongjoong corrected you and you experimentally tugged his hair to pull him closer, his eyes watching you in anticipation for the next tug. When it came, he didn’t hesitate to lose himself fully. Tongue slowly gliding over your folds, hands gripping you even harder. You let your head fall back in relief of finally being touched, a soft sigh leaving your lips. His tongue prodded at your hole, savoring every bit of your juices and every sound coming out of you. Even the way you pulled his hair, directing him where you needed him was adding on to his lifespan. It was like he could feel it.

“Oh, captain-“ You moaned as his tongue moved over your slit again, now finding it’s way to your clit. Your legs wanted to close at the stimulation, his arms and head preventing you from doing so and driving you even more insane. It had been a long time since Hongjoong had serviced anyone like this and he was remembering why he enjoyed it so much. Everything about the way you tasted, your sounds and the way he could feel you slowly come undone on his tongue was intoxicating. He felt a little bit like a made man, licking and sucking at your core while your legs shook around his head. Even as you told him you were close, he found he couldn’t stop. He needed to feel it, reveling in the scream that left your mouth as you came on his tongue.

It took your hand softly pushing his head away for him to stop and sit back on his knees over you. Your chest rising and falling as you closed your legs. Hongjoong was proud of himself and you could tell, as you could see his lips glistening with your essence. You sat up and silently pulled his shirt from his body. You took the visual in, his lean, toned body, littered with small scars and small tattoos each one undoubtedly holding a story. You allowed your fingers to trace over some before settling at his own pants, untying the laces while holding eye contact. The captain’s hand held your face gently as you revealed his hard cock, sucking in air through his teeth as your fingers grazed over the tip.

Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock and you leaned forward, kissing him roughly this time. However he didn’t seem caught of guard, hand moving from your face to tangle into your hair. “Fuck-“ He hissed into the kiss, your hand pumping him now slowly. You made sure to rotate your wrist slightly as your tongue swirled around his mouth, making him wonder just what else you were capable of which could be explored another time.

It wasn’t until your thumb traced over slit that Hongjoong’s hips buck into your hands, deep moans now turning to a whimper as he felt himself get close. You pulled your lips away from his, wanting to see his body react to your touch, wanting to watch the way his abs lightly flexed with each pump of your wrist. His eyes squeezed shut before his hand shot out, gripping your wrist to stop your movements before he could finish. Despite knowing he was teasing himself, he didn’t want this to end, not yet. Not until he could bury himself deep inside of you.  

He kissed you again, pulling you on top of him after deciding he wants to feel your weight on him. With one hand on your waist and one hand on your thigh, he allowed you to settle on top of him and place your hand on his chest for support.

“Slowly.” He commented as you started to sink down on him, eyes locking with his. Hongjoong had to take a deep breath, composing himself as he felt your walls squeezing him nice and snug. He could feel himself losing it and you weren’t far behind. Nails lightly digging into his chest as he was now fully seated inside you. Pressing against that delicious spot inside of you as you sat still on him. It wasn’t until Hongjoong’s hips bucked into yours, making you gasp and fall forward that you started to move. Your face now buried in his neck which gave him the opportunity to take control of the pace. Hips rocking into yours slowly at first, tip of his cock grazing that sweet spot with each movement of his hips. You were a mess to put it simply, blissed out with your eyes squeezing shut as your captain fucked you softly.

“Hongjoong-“ You moaned, lips by his ear. It made him groan, grip your hips harder and pick up his pace more. “Say my name like that again.” Hongjoong told you, his hands moving up to find purchase in your hair to pull you up slightly. You forced your eyes open as your mouth was agape. He was so beautiful with his cheeks flushed and lips plump. “Hongjoong please, captain I-“ It felt like every nerve in your body was on fire, you couldn’t even find the words anymore. With every thrust of his your body was sent closer and closer to the edge, cock hitting that spot in you fully now.

“I know.” He grumbled, pulling your lips down onto his as his hips went at a bruising pace. Now Hongjoong was simply chasing his own high, he needed it. He was so worked up and the way your sweet cunt squeezed him had him right on the edge. He was entirely right, he had never felt more alive than now.

His lips muffled your moans as you felt yourself cumming, thighs shaking and nails digging into his shoulders. He could feel it all, the way your walls pulsed being enough to send him over the edge. His lips left yours and he choked out the most beautiful sound you had ever heard as his hips stilled. The near whine replaying in your mind as you both came down from your highs.

Hongjoong shut his eyes, still seated inside you as his arms wrapped around your waist. The alcohol from earlier in the evening combined with the intense physically activity having taken a toll on him. He had felt better than ever, but he wasn’t quite what he used to be just yet. You left him inside of you as you sat up slightly, wanting to take him in again fully. The split colored hair splayed over his pillow as his shut eyes showcased his beautifully long eyelashes. Your fingers traced over his facial features and you watched his pretty lips pull into a smile.

“What are you doing?” He asked, grabbing your hand and causing you to fall forward with a laugh. You settled your head onto his chest, now simply holding his hand. “Admiring you. You’re quite beautiful you know?” You said softly and Hongjoong furrowed his brows. He never thought of himself as beautiful. Especially not after the curse, no he found himself looking haggard and tired constantly. It was an odd and new compliment to hear, though he welcomed it. He knew love could make things more beautiful than they actually were.

That was when it hit him. That expression on your face and glitter in your eye as you looked at him, it was love. It was the same look he had on his face when he looked at you. The same feeling he had in his gut when he found you on that transport ship. You weren’t bad luck at all, or the horrible coincidence of a superstition. If anything you were lucky to them, not just to Hongjoong but the entirety of the crew.

You rolled over and motioned for him to lay on top of you, to sleep the way you had before. With your fingers in his hair and head on your chest, which he quickly abided. Your body felt like home to him, your presence warm on the cold sea. He found himself falling asleep quicker than he wanted too, still wanting to talk and laugh with you. But the warm, loving space you created for him was too inviting and he was in a deep sleep before long.

That didn’t stop him waking before you though, the comforting creaking sounds of the ship being enough to do it. He carefully untangled himself from you and let out a quiet yawn. Eyes gently scanning your bare body as you slept. You may have called him beautiful the previous evening but you weren’t any less either. It left him smiling as he stood up from the bed. The board creaked beneath his feet as he stood, pulling his clothes on and stretching in the process.

Hongjoong felt amazing, even more amazing than the day before. He felt entirely normal, like he did years prior when everything was right in his world.

“Don’t leave me again like yesterday.” Your voice cut through the comfortable silence as you blinked your eyes a few times. Sleep was very much still evident in your body and your vision was slightly blurred, making out Hongjoong’s shape putting his long coat on. “Did I make the bed cold?” Hongjoong asked, a coy smile on his lips as crawled onto the bed again. His hands found your bare waist as you rubbed your eyes, blinking at him again. Though this time with a different expression on your face, shock.

“Hongjoong? You- your hair.” You said, not entirely knowing what to say. He looked amazing, absolutely glowing. His skin with a beautiful golden hue, eyes livelier than ever and his hair, his hair full, thick and entirely brown. You couldn’t help but take his face into your hands, looking him over and taking notice of the small wounds that were nowhere to be found.

Hongjoong was confused and leaned over to his desk, reaching for the mirror that he had hidden behind miscellaneous objects. A feeling of fear over his body as he did so. Your tone scared him and he didn’t want to know what he’d find when he looked at his reflection. What he did see brought tears to his eyes, nearly dropping the mirror. Your arms wrapping around him is what anchored him, looking back at you and your gorgeous smile. “I love you.” You murmured, stroking his jaw carefully and wiping the tears that fell from your own eyes away. It was like a weight lifted from your shoulders, the worry for your beloved captain’s health falling away like it was nothing at all.

Hearing you say those 3 words, it felt like a gush of fresh air through his body. Like a confirmation that this hell was over. He grabbed your face into his hands, kissing your lips quickly and pressing his forehead to yours.

“I knew you were going to be lucky to us.”

A/N: this was postponed way too long and I ended up hating it. Oh well, it’s hear now. 

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[yandere-daze]

hey hi! is it okay to request hcs for yandere tatsumi x a reader who loooves drawing him? and how would he react? thank you!

Of course! Tatsumi is a wonderful character ^^ Now, it´s actually been a while since I last wrote something for enstars if I´m not mistaken, so I´m sorry if I´m a bit rusty!

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, worshipping of reader, religious themes ( talks of god, comparing reader to an angel), brief mention of death and implied burial in the end (it´s not actually important to the story or something that actually happens. )

Yandere! Tatsumi reacting to a darling that loves drawing him

It´s no secret that Tatsumi greatly admires you and everything you do. He treasures every single smile you send his way, every word you speak to him. You are utterly divine in his eyes, an angel sent by god himself to walk this earth.

Oh how blessed he feels, being alive at the same time as you and being allowed to breathe the same air. There is no doubt in his mind that you are an angelic being deserving of praise and worship and so much more.

Everything you touch is a masterpiece, so Tatsumi is utterly enchanted when he sees you draw something for the very first time.

He hadn´t intended to walk in on you while you were deep within your creative process, he had simply meant to check up on you to make sure that you were feeling alright. And of course he had already started missing you after a short while of being away from you, but he vowed to restrain that part of himself.

Nevertheless, he had found you hard at work, staring at your work-in-progress in full concentration. He didn´t dare say anything, afraid that he might accidentally break your focus if you did.

No, whatever you were drawing deserved to be brought into this world in all its glory, ready to be admired by every person that happens to look upon it.

So Tatsumi took this rare opportunity to simply admire your form. What he adored most about you was certainly your personality, it´s what made him fall in love with you in the first place, but he would be a heathen to ignore how wonderful you looked as well.

To say he was surprised when he managed to catch a glance of the piece you were working on was an understatement.

You were drawing him.

It was unmistakable. At once, Tatsumi felt as if an arrow had shot right through his heart as he felt it wildly thumping in his chest. Oh how lovely you were, to dedicate this drawing to him of all people! What had he done to receive this great blessing? Your kindness truly knew no bounds!

Stuck in blissful reverie, Tatsumi promptly gathers his thought again and then slowly makes his way over to you with a gentle smile on his face, still utterly awestruck and full of love for you.

He had vowed to not interrupt you but seeing that you were drawing him, he felt obligated to properly praise and thank you for your work. It was truly moving!

Tatsumi really couldn´t believe his luck, he would be very flattered and encouraging if you were to ask him for his permission to keep drawing him. You know he could never deny you but especially not when you would do something so kind for him!

If you were to gift him your drawing, he would be beyond grateful and would make sure to cherish it as it deserves. He stores it somewhere in his room, either keeping it in a secret hidden box or proudly displaying it on his wall. He both wants to keep it safe but also display it for the entire work to see. Everyone should learn how truly divine and awe-inspiring you were!

But he´d still prefer to be your greatest worshipper in the end.

You wouldn´t really notice just what big of an effect your drawing had on Tatsumi, he was acting as he normally would, very level-headed and kind. Tatsumi was very low-key when it came to his yandere tendencies and rather abnormal worshipping of you.

All you see is a gentle and comforting man that´s always there to lend a helping hand should you ever need it. Someone you can rely on.

But to him, you were something so much more. The sole light in his life, the embodiment of all that is good in the world. And he would cherish you forevermore until the day his body would be buried within the earth you walk upon.

[laurfilijames]

Gilded In Gold

Pairing: Fili x female reader

Words: 1,327

Warnings: Rated E, 18+. Post-sex body worship of the crown prince. Nudity. Slight masturbation (M), touching ones-self. Brief oral (M receiving)

Summary: In the blissful moments following your love-making, you admire your One as he relaxes in the early morning sun.

A/N: A little The Belly and chest fur worship because how can you not? @deanobingo

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Fili sauntered almost lazily over to the bed, allowing you a long look at the body that had just finished pleasuring you beyond the point of exhaustion, your head resting heavily on a pillow that shielded you from the cold, stone floor while your eyes followed him effortlessly from where you lay. 

His chest still heaved as he worked to catch his breath, and you smiled to yourself in appreciation of his vigorousness in the sport of love-making. 

The toned muscles in his back flexed wildly when he lifted a bulging arm up to run his fingers through his hair that stuck to his face from sweat saturating the edges, turning the wheat-coloured tresses a deeper hue than normal. He sighed as he collapsed against the mattress, the wooden headboard supporting his upper half while his legs were cradled by the furs beneath them. One bent to rest at an angle, the other remaining against the bed; the full spread of his legs displaying his manhood in too-enticing of a way. 

His torso contracted when he twisted toward the side table to retrieve his pipe, the purse of his lips something to be admired as he placed the intricately carved piece between them and worked at igniting the pipeweed. His brows knitted together when he inhaled deeply, all of his features relaxing upon his exhale, and when the plume of smoke faded away, it revealed his icy gaze at you from across the room. 

You propped yourself up on an elbow, desperate to get a better look at the glory of your One who sprawled upon your bed as though he was an ornament amongst the furs. 

His skin was tinted pink, his chest and cheeks flushed with heat and reminders of where your hands had been, and a thin sheen of sweat made him glow in the growing morning light. The soft orange beams highlighted him like the treasure he was, making the amber curls that covered his skin look as though they were plated in gold; suiting him like gleaming armor.

Taking another drag from his pipe, he rested the hand that held it on top of his raised knee, tilting his head curiously to the side as he continued to peer at you through heavy lids adorned with long, flaxen lashes. 

You couldn't help but let your eyes follow his movements, traveling down from his eyes to his hand that had held you against him firmly mere moments ago, and then further to where his flaccid cock leaned heavily against his vast inner thigh. The coarser hairs that decorated his member appeared darker; sodden and untidy from a combination of sweat, spend and slick, making your core clench in knowing he was sticky and smelling of you. 

You swallowed thickly, returning your gaze up to meet his, and like he knew what was on your mind and seeing how your body was already responding to wanting him again, Fili hooked an eyebrow high on his head. 

Licking your lips, you shifted where you lay, purposefully adjusting in order to better display yourself to him; the art of seduction quickly flourishing into a subtle competition between you. 

His belly jumped slightly as he let out a noise that was somewhere between a hum and a chuckle, giving a faint shake of his head in amusement, his wild hair gleaming like gold as the sunlight shined on it. The day-old braids were now almost unrecognizable and completely unruly from how much your fingers had torn through them, the quickly approaching day revealing how many hours of the night were dedicated to ruining his previously-neat strands. 

Dust danced in the light that beamed in through the window, spreading a warmth across his relaxed form that accentuated the dense spans of curls on his chest, and in wanting to card your hands through it, you mimicked the action on your own skin, rubbing your breasts in slow, languid strokes. 

The heat of the intense morning sun set you aflame as much as Fili's stare did, feeling his hungry eyes cast upon you, watching you like a beast about to devour their prey. 

Trying to hold his look but failing, your eyes flitted down to the apex of his spread legs, the flex of his hardening cock distracting you and making your hands grope yourself more desperately. 

Your eyelids fell closed as you proceeded to roam your body in hopes of it being him, only to cease when he spoke with a quiet surety that seemed to echo through your chambers. 

"Are you going to leave me sitting here all alone, Amrâlimê?" he asked, his voice as sultry as the look he gave you when your eyes flashed open again, a hint of mischief playing at the corners of his mouth while a blush rose up on his cheeks that matched the rise of his shaft. 

"My apologies," you purred, sitting upright. "I was simply trying to spare you from my wandering hands and salacious ideas. It seems I cannot control myself when you look the way you do right now."

His chest and belly shook with a hearty laugh, his dimples appearing in his cheeks and the lines around his eyes spreading a warmth through you that mirrored the fiery heat showing in his blue irises. 

Rising from the piles of blankets and pillows arranged in front of the hearth that had been your make-shift bed for the night, you walked slowly over to the bed, smiling when Fili nodded his head to the vacant space beside him and patted the furs to coax you more. 

You knelt on the bed, one knee at a time, your arms slowly alternating with the movement of your legs as you crawled toward him; the hunger held in his eyes as he watched you approach making you shiver with anticipation. 

Fili parted his legs further, his offering making your mouth water, and taking himself in a firm hold, he stroked up and down on his length a few times as he waited for you to settle up to him. 

You stopped just at his legs, letting a hand trail up the back of his thigh of the one that was bent, your lips gingerly kissing the top of his knee. Fili let go of his shaft, sighing as your fingers wandered down to his center and tickled near his taught sack, his head leaning back against the headboard, belly quivering to your touch. You cupped his ballocks in your palm, gently massaging them until he growled with approval, tugging on them ever so slightly until his chest rose and fell sharply. Lowering your head, you captured his cock that wagged from his squirming motions in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip, earning a sharp hiss from between his gritted teeth as he bucked up slightly off the bed. 

Releasing him and hovering over his impatient member, you grinned at him, flashing a devious look through your lashes. 

Before you could make any further acts of provocation, Fili grabbed onto your arms and hauled you against his front, and in one fluid motion, flipped you onto your back where you were pinned under his weight.

"It's unfair to tease me like that," he muttered, his lips ghosting on yours while his hands carded through your hair, pulling on it so you tipped your head back and exposed your neck to him. 

"Is it?" you spoke nervously, but sanguinely, anxious to see what power he would unleash on you. 

"Mhmm," he purred, licking a path up your throat before burying his face to rub his beard on your delicate skin. 

The fur on his chest brushed your sensitive nipples in the most alluring way, making you arch up off the bed to press yourself more against the silky curls, his belly laying heavily on your middle to push you back down into the furs. 

"You're in a world of trouble, Ghivashel."

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Choices Fandom Acts of Kindness - April 2024

Hello @moominofthevalley ! I am your secret pal for the @choicesfandomappreciation Acts of Kindness event. After driving relatives around to see the cherry blossoms last week, I thought this would be the perfect spring day for Trystan and Emily. But it's not all hearts and flowers; it comes with a bit of sarcasm, too. I truly hope you enjoy this, I always get nervous writing other characters, but I hope it fits! (This is some serious fluff! lol) Thanks so much for being such a kind and supportive member of the fandom—I'm so glad you're here! 🩷🩷

Spring's Eternal

Book: Crimes of Passion

Pairing: m!Trystan Thorne x f!MC (Emily Rose)

Rating: Teen

Words: 700

Emily attempted to hide the grimace on her face as she looked at her watch. It was 6:35, and she was more than ready to go home. Her aching feet would provide the perfect excuse, but that would require admitting Trystan was right about wearing more comfortable shoes, and she was not about to give him that.

"Trystan!" she hollered, but he had already taken off. Bolting ahead with the excitement of a child who had just spotted a candy display.

In some ways, he had. The city was coming to life after its long winter slumber. Flowers seemed to pop up everywhere, dotting the cityscape with vibrant bursts of yellow, purple, pink, and blue. New York was nature's canvas, and even the most jaded native had to admit... this artist had created a masterpiece.

Its crown jewels were the cherry blossoms in Central Park, and that's where Emily thought they were heading when they headed out at the crack of dawn. But, no. Trystan insisted on starting on the Lower West Side and meandering the length of Manhattan Island until they reached the crowning glory.

Emily walked as fast as her sore legs could take her; her enthusiasm for the beautiful blossoms had diminished somewhere around Rockefeller Center, but not Trystan. Trystan spun around, camera hung around his neck, taking shot after shot after shot. She couldn't help but roll her eyes as she approached him; the goofy grin on his face was priceless. No matter how much she wanted to go home, she wasn't about to deny him this, but that didn't mean she wouldn't tease him.

"Trystan Thorne," she huffed upon approach. "Do you understand that we live here? You're not a tourist; you don't have to take a million pictures to ensure you remember this all."

"Ah, but I do," he grinned. "We live in New York all year round, but these delightful pink treasures are here for a very short time, and I want to remember them."

Emily chuckled in spite of herself. She had to admit that Trystan's zeal and enthusiasm were softening this tough detective's edges, even if she didn't fully understand why.

"I don't get it. You've lived in New York for how many years? Yet you're acting like you're seeing spring in the city for the very first time."

"I am," he said, looping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her near. "After all, it's the first time I'm seeing it with you, and that makes everything immeasurably more beautiful than it was before."

Emily wrapped her arms around his waist, nuzzling her face against his body as she held him close. The moment was precious, and she craved the closeness, but there was more: she didn't want him to see the full effect of his words.

"Trystan, you need to stop this. I have a reputation to uphold, and you're doing all you can to erase it. I won't have it."

"Don't worry," he laughed, stopping to place a kiss upon her head. "You're reputation will still be firmly intact, and I'll defend it to the fullest. People will believe it too because the softer side of Emily Rose... that's something reserved for those closest to you, and this year, I'm so happy that includes me."

He let out a breath as her hand smacked his chest. "Stop it! Stop it, stop it, stop it! You're going to give me diabetes with all this sweetness."

"Fine," he smiled. "I'll dial it back. Besides, I know you're tired. Would you like to head back home?"

"I did," she said, watching the blue sky melt into a palette of purple and pink. Once more, nature put on a show for free. The air was beginning to take on a bit of a chill, but Trystans's embrace kept her warm. The truth was, she wished the moment could linger forever. "I did. But now... I don't want this to end. You're right; spring is entirely too short, and we should enjoy it."

"It is, but it's going to be a little longer this year."

"It is?"

"Sure is, spring's eternal now. I have it whenever I'm with you."

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(I imagine about a week later, on a cold, rainy day, Trystan gave Emily the collage he created (above). She hung it on the wall in her bedroom, and though the skies were grey outside, spring was eternal... it lived in their hearts.)