#a most devious wizard

[nanamimizz-archived]

tags: 18+ minors dni / fem reader reader/set little aways after act 2/ thigh riding / budding relationship with established feelings / the wizard doesn’t cum in this its not about him rn

synopsis: you have a matter you only trust gale to attend to.

Gale thought he was used to being special.

Or rather, feeling like he was. A wizard prodigy, the apple of his mother’s eye - a Chosen of Mystra. Yes, Gale was quite used to being special.

Oh, by all the good gods was Gale wrong. Something he usually doesn’t admit so readily. You - the shimmering sun of his bloody, dirty and miserable patch of existence chose him out of the myriad of faces they have come across, you sought him out. There is a connection between the two of you, everyone who sets eyes on you always sees how your’s are on him. And Gale has always been the pinning fool; always has been and always will be with how many time his hand brushes against yours as your party travels the horrors of whatever awaits them.

Usually he’s the one making some sort of move on you, using his penchant for verbosity to regale you with all sorts of magical mishaps and you always sit there listening to sweetly. You smile at him, showing your teeth and crinkling eyes and Gale knows he belongs to you entirely. It’s only until now does Gale realize just how deeply you belong to him in return.

You sought him out, clearing your throat at the flaps of his blue tent asking if you can come in. He sets away his tome, and looks at you with something smitten dancing in his gaze. He can hear faintly the chatter of your shared companions as dishes are washed and stored, the rumbling of Lae’zel sharpening her blade and Wyll recounting a tale of hunting down some beast or another to Astarion, Shadowheart and Karlach.

A moment of privacy, no one will wonder where it is that you are - he realizes.

“Anything I can do for you - consider it most enthusiastically done.” Gale says, voice kind and soft with no bells or whistles like you first met. It makes you laugh fondly, and your eyes flicker from the ground to meet his with a smile so warm it feels like waking up to the sun cresting over the sky on his face after a long night. A little devious dance of mischief appears on your face and your voice deepens, dipped in humor.

“Oh really? Anything at all?” You ask, drawing close enough to him to wrap both your hands around his bicep. You tilt your head, hair following the motion and making it spill over your shoulders in the most beautiful way it makes his chest ache. Gale’s adoration must painted on his face in a way even you can pick it up with the way you grow shy and avert your gaze. His thumb places itself on your chin snd his nudges you to look up at him and his digit rubs at the soft skin lovingly. His eyes are dark between the two of you, the warm brown lost to the eclipse of his pupils as he looks down at you.

“Oh yes, anything at all.” Your eyes are wide and he can feel the warmth his words brings to your face. He smiles and you look up at him with bitten lips and your fingers gripping his sleeve.

“Anything?” You ask again, leaning into him and he can catch a whiff of the vanilla perfume you have been rationing this entire trip. He usually would think of as impressive but right now he finds the scent so heavy he can taste it when all Gale wants to taste is you. He dips his head down to meet yours with how it’s been tipping up and he only speaks when you feel his bottom lip brush against yours.

“Anything.” Your eyes go lidded, usual sparkling and bright there is a timid dim to them. Like there’s something you want and are still thinking on how to ask. Your lip is felt against his and Gale breaks into shivers when you speak.

“Even a kiss?”

Gale doesn’t have a response, instead leans into your space - the scent of vanilla and the warmth of the sun radiances imbrued into your skin. He has been kissed by the mouth of divinity so many times before but nothing compares to this.

Not even rose-water.

You are so gentle with him, moving your lips with deep presses and just barely letting your tongue touch his lips. Until he takes your chin in one hand, tilts you head up to kiss more directly - to feel your tongue slip into his mouth and for them glide past each other. You shiver, he feels it and he groans at how you tremble from just a kiss alone. Your hands are mighty with how they gripe at his robes, rising on the tips of your toes to kiss him more and more.

More passionately, deeper with your head turned to the side and he delights in how weak you turn when he sucks on your tongue. You part not because you want to but because you must - the air is sweet to your lungs but you find that you don’t care for it. Not when what it is that you want is here, right in front of you with lips flushed pink.

“Is that all you needed help with?” He chuckles, letting his thumb rub against the skin of your shoulder that is exposed from your night clothes. You shake your head, and come closer to him to rest your forehead on his chest.

Right where the orb sits. Right where his heart beats.

You can feel its weight, a faint thrum of magic in tandem with his heartbeat that pulses against your skin.

“I’ve been having a problem of a - intimate persuasion. And I,” you pause to lift your gaze up to him with your face still pressed to his chest. “I only trust you to help me with it. If you want to.” With eyes flickering away in a bout of timidness you fail to note how pink Gale gets at the confession - teeth digging into the skin of his lip as he whispers to you his enthusiast consent. It’s a blur, how he sits on you on his lap with his thigh pressing against your cunt.

You’ve bunched up the skirts of your nightgown, and Gale stiffens at the sight of the sweet cotton panties that you wear. A pretty pale blue, with lace at the trim against the flush of your thighs - he wonders if you’ve soaked them before, playing with your cunt on your lonesome in your tent. He wonders if you’ve thought of him while doing so. His leg shifts to get more comfortable and he feels it ; how it brushes against the forth-most part of your pussy, and how you tense.

Something in Gale grows wicked, and his hands are at your hips moving you at just the right angle and at just the right pace for you to flush. Your eyes grow misty and you are tucking your face against his neck so he doesn’t see how your jaw drops at how good it feels. Gale hums most amused at your timidness, chuckling into your ear as he pets your hair.

“This is what you needed, isn’t it?” His voice is deep, much deeper than when he’s recounting his mystical mishaps from his academy days. “Reckon you got tired doing the work?”

You nod, with a whiny mewl of a yes as you moan at the heat in your stomach. You’re wet and you are sure Gale can feel it against his pants. Your slick makes a wet stain on his velvet sleepwear - when you murmur your embarrassed apologies the wizard is quick to sweep away your hair and press a kiss to your heated cheek.

“Don’t apologize, it’s not a problem.” He tells you with a soft tone. You tremble with how he looks at you, with dark and heated eyes. Gale grips at your hips enough to make it ache and he moves you at his pace. Faster and harder than before and it makes pleasure sing in your blood.

“Next time you need this sort of attention, come find me alright? I’ll help you.”

It’s half a love confession and half isn’t. Gale doesn’t think he can stomach the idea of you asking anyone else for help with this sort of problem. You can’t imagine having anyone else touch you like this. You don’t think you will ever want someone else after this.

You come with all heat and fire. Your cunt is pulsing and sticky with your clit aching. Body still shaking, you don’t realize you’re being soothed by Gale’s soft praise and petting of your head. It’s kind, the way he touches you like you are a fragile little thing.

“There, there - sweet thing. You did very well.” he murmurs into your ears, huffing amusedly when the kiss he plants to your ear makes you shiver. You pull away to look at him with wide eyes, whispering about him - your gaze landing on the stiffen that is apparent against the material of his pants. All he does is shush, kissing you with such tenderness it makes your eyes go lidded. “There will be another time for that, for us. Sleep now.” He murmurs to you and you find your eyes growing shut.

[ttrpg-smash-pass-vs]

The Ceustodaemon, or Guardian Daemon! Daemons represent forms of death, the Ceustodaemon representing suicide. These giant firebreathing horned apes are called "Guardians" because they're easiest to bind into service, actually having a weakness to binding magic. That said, they didn't want to be here the first time, so they're always trying to find ways to break rank and get back at the summoner who brought them here.

On the right is the lich! The most notorious of undead that the book describes as devious, insatiable, and versatile! This is the standard (and weakest) variety, just a normal humanoid wizard who refused to die. Now as for abilities they can return from the dead, magically frighten everyone nearby, and drain people's life! The main sell on this is the magic, having a good 23 spells prepared at any given time. These can be anything, with the example ones letting them fly, teleport, blind or weaken you, or summon a spectral hand!

[leiflitter]

So, Mystra-

The more I think about her, the more I want to egg all of her statues, because I am honestly convinced that she's likely way more embroiled in Gale's fall from favour than she seems- and that she likely never cared for him in any meaningful sense.

This is gonna be long, gang.

Also I am 1000% up for screaming about Gale/forming an anti-Mystra union so y'know let's be pals

My thoughts are thus:

She has likely always known about his potential and capability of power. He was a child prodigy, after all- and she's a GODDESS. From the first time he truly used the weave, he was on her radar.

This also makes Gale's relationship with Elminster seem too convenient. As much potential as Gale demonstrates, it's also important to remember that Elminster is Mystra's chosen- and Mystra's chosen are often tasked with upholding and protecting balance in the weave. There are countless wizards that Elminster could mentor- so why Gale specifically?

The same is true of Gale's magical education. I've seen plenty of speculation about his possible potential as a sorcerer, and there's a lot of questions around the circumstances of him entering the Blackstaff Academy- as well as a confirmation of his power when he, a little baby trainee wizard, uses The Actual Blackstaff to cast a spell.

As an aside, Gale's little story about his misadventure with The Blackstaff is especially scary when taking into account that the staff is very devious, and it's primary purpose is to protect Waterdeep- although this is again speculation, I don't think the portal to limbo was just the spell going very, very wonky. I think the Staff, sensing Gale's ability and (through the very clear context clues of him using the fucking staff that you normally would need to attune to and that belongs to the top fancy wizard in waterdeep) his ambition, decided that he was clearly a potential threat that might be better off being quietly removed via Death Slaad.

We also know of at least one story of a young, powerful wizard who, y'know, led to the death of Mystryl and the loss of all magic- in part because he lacked the discipline that he should have learned at Wizard School.

So Gale comes along. Karsus 2.0- he's back, he's human and- most importantly- he's lonely.

How better to neutralise him as a threat than to make him loyal to her? Why would she cast aside a possible asset when she could use him?

The main problem with her plan is Gale himself. She can get him into wizard school. She can get Elminster to mentor him. She can make sure that Gale gets the best magical education, so hopefully he will be content and settle for being an archmage.

She can't, however, account for Gale's brain. Let's be honest, Gale is neurodivergent as fuck, and magic is his number one special interest. He was never going to be content to enjoy magic a "normal" amount, so no matter how many hours he may spend being taught about how great Mystra is and how the limits she sets are to be respected... he won't stop learning, growing more powerful, becoming more and more of a threat to her.

So how does she cement his loyalty? By getting personal. This is why him being isolated is important- it gives her an advantage. She can be number one without any effort. If he has an actual bond to her, not just the concept of her, then he won't be dangerous. Except, again, she's assuming that he'll be like so many other mortals and be so awed by her presence that he'll finally be satisfied. But he isn't.

Why the fuck would a goddess take someone so clearly, deeply intense about magic into her personal realm? Why would she show him all the power he would never be able to access?

Because, to her, he's just a mortal. There has to be a point in which he'll either be sated or he'll realise his limits and give up, because he's just an extremely powerful ant in comparison to her. Mystra has never considered getting to know Gale. If she had, she'd have realised that doing the grand tour of All The Magic You Can't Ever Do was a huge mistake. That making herself the focal point of his entire existence was an absolutely dogshit move.

Gale throws himself so hard into Being Mystra's Best Boy because he has nothing outside of magic other than his mother. He summoned his best friend, and he admits that he has colleagues and acquaintances, but nothing much else. He and Elminster clearly care for each other, but it's clear that Mystra's placed barriers between them- and even if they were able to be best buds and make friendship bracelets, together, they're at vastly different stages of life.

It's also likely that Mystra's interest in him led to his isolation. He has been marked as Special- the old gifted child problem where him being So Smart So Magic meant he bypassed the social side of things.

So of course he wants to prove himself, to impress her- his entire metric for his self-worth is Being A Wizard. He says he's bumped uglies with mortals before- but he doesn't mention anyone specifically. And, let's be frank, the man has a case of foot-in-mouth syndrome- if he had any meaningful romantic experience before Mystra, you know he'd have brought it up at least once. "Ah, autumncrocus- back in my apprentice days I picked a bunch for the object of my youthful affections. Unfortunately I hadn't realised they were allergic- but they certainly appreciated the gesture, if you catch my implication... Once they stopped sneezing, of course."

She becomes his whole world. He wants so desperately to be on her level, to be what he thinks she deserves- and yes, it was incredibly stupid of him. However, what the fuck was Mystra doing?

Throughout BG3, high approval Gale is actually incredibly receptive if you tell him not to persue power. Yes, his earlier mistakes may play into this, but I find it hard to believe that he'd be any less receptive to Mystra.

To quote- "I pouted. I pleaded. I swore my ambition was only to serve her better. But she only smiled and told me to be contented."

So, then, why did Mystra not actually engage with Gale on this?

Because she never cared about him.

She tried all the options she thought would work on a mortal, and when they were done she didn't consider trying anything else. She never knew him well enough to understand his motivations- he should have been satisfied with Magic Sex because surely any mortal would be. She couldn't even consider that his love wasn't just him liking the company and getting laid, that he'd still want to prove himself to her. To be worthy of the Mystra she'd let him believe in.

And when he fucked up- if she had helped him, even in a tiny way, then she'd have achieved her goal. Imagine if he'd come to her, agonised by the dark magic within him, and she'd been merciful. The way you would be, if you loved someone. If she had actually known Gale? She'd have done it.

But Mystra doesn't see it as an act of love gone wrong. To Mystra, it's proof that she can't control him, that his potential isn't worth whatever effort she'd need to put in.

She abandons him to die- expects him to go on a pilgramage into the wilderness and just go boom.

When he doesn't? She decides that, fine, she'll deal with it- by sending Elminster to tell Gale the good news! She'll "forgive" him if he detonates himself, honest! He trusts Elminster, Elminster's a father figure to him, he'll do what Elminster tells him. Except that's another example of her not understanding Gale in the slightest. Instead of hope, she's rubbing salt in his wounds- she's flexing her power and showing Gale that his bond with Elminster was always conditional on Mystra's approval, and that Elminster's loyalty lies with her.

No wonder Elminster sent a construct- it's the closest thing he can do that isn't abject refusal.

I am gonna stop rambling now but in conclusion:

Mystra, you absolutely suck. Get wrecked. I hope Bhaal shits in your pocket dimension.

[loviatarsluv-old]

Request!

I posted details here, it’s for Gale!

https://www.tumblr.com/cherifrog/739699979425333248/anyone-else-interested-in-like-a-super-jealous

YUHHHHH now THIS is what im talkin about!!!!!!!

*cracks knuckles* lets get this party started shall we

(I am so sorry to be answering this literally a million years too late I’ve redone and rewritten this prompt like 100000 times but I finally like this version!!! so here we go!!!)

Gale x AFAB f!tav

rating: oh boy this one is certainly rated M for mature

CW: smut, inappropriate use of mage hand, rough sex, PiV, oral, gale being jealous and going absolutely FERAL

word count: 5.4k

let’s get itttt

If looks could kill, surely, Astarion would have been long dead— well, even more so— by now. 

Gale was never exactly fond of the pale elf from the start, and he was well aware the feeling was likely incredibly mutual— but gods, he swore he was beginning to actually hate him. 

At least, he hated the way he looked at her. The way he leered at her. The way he purred her name with that practiced and over-rehearsed seductive charm of his. The way he would lock piercing crimson eyes with Gale’s blazing umber ones as he cozied up to her at the fire with that deviant and knowing smirk on his stupid pointy face. The way she would smile at him the warmest, kindest, most hopelessly and adorably oblivious smile in response to the charlatan’s blatant advances. 

Maybe he did hate him, upon further reflection. If only for the last reason alone. 

Astarion would find any way to touch her and be able get away with it— his hand lingering on the small of her back as he passed her, touching her shoulder to get her attention, brushing hair out of her face when stray pieces fell over her eyes— all things that seemed innocent enough until you realized who was doing them and the devious smirk on his face when his gaze would meet that of the wizard that was surely plotting his second untimely demise. 

Though, he could hardly blame him. 

And Gale never got upset with her, of course, he knew it wasn’t her fault and honestly, he truly didn’t blame Astarion for wanting her— gods, who could possibly resist her? 

Certainly not Gale, not even if he tried; and he had tried, to no avail. Yet that didn’t quell his frustration toward the silver haired and equally silver tongued vampire for attempting to swoop in on what was likely the first real chance at mortal love he’d had in a very long time.

He’d spent the early days in their adventure together absolutely beside himself with how taken he was by her nearly instantly. He felt like a smitten schoolboy all over again when he thought about the feeling of her soft but strong hands gripping his as she pulled him from the stone by the nautiloid crash with most impressive ease, the way she looked at him with wonder and curiosity, and even a flicker of something else that he recognized as attraction because he imagined it was mirrored in his own face at the sight of her. 

It was then only worsened by the night that they channeled the weave together and the kiss she’d pictured them sharing— the way their limbs tangled and their lips pressed together softly, then passionately and fervently. Her fingers wrapped in his chestnut tresses and his hands gripping the fabric at her waist— that image will be burnt into the fabric of his mind forevermore, he’s certain. 

Not to mention, the way her pupils dilated and her cheeks flared and flushed a heavenly shade of pink at the way he praised her as she successfully mimicked the incantation and his motions. It was enough to have him panting and attempting to tame the straining erection in his trousers when he retired to his tent that night. 

He thought he’d mastered the art of managing to keep such thoughts like that at bay during his time of isolation as he tried to keep the orb sated and calm and very nonexplosive— but that was before her, after all.

It was pathetically easy at the time, considering his amount of interaction with other humans had gone from healthy to nonexistent entirely so he didn’t have much to think about aside from himself; perhaps when he was truly desperate or feeling especially lonely, he’d think about Mystra and the nights he’d spent in Elysium with her (literally and metaphorically). 

But now, any attempts to be chaste or think chaste thoughts were moot in her presence.

Especially after the night they shared under the stars in the wilderness of the Shadow Cursed Lands.

They’d hardly been able to go more than a few hours without some kind of touch in the days following that perfect evening— whether it be a hand on her lower back, or holding one of her much smaller hands in his as he helped her scale a wall or hop across a boulder that she was more than capable of managing herself. A stolen kiss when no one was looking. Or, if they were lucky, they could steal a few moments alone in some ruined and crumbling crypt where he could bury himself between her thighs and send a silent thank you to whatever gods had a hand in creating a creature as divine as her. 

That being said, they hadn’t been entirely discreet about their affections— not that they really wanted to be. Gale certainly had no reservations about making it known that he was claiming her for himself, despite his gentlemanly nature chastising him for it and reminding himself she was a person, not a prize to be claimed. 

He would never say that she was, anyway, do not mistake it— being raised solely by a woman such as the inimitable Morena Dekarios had beaten into his core that women were not to be claimed or to be owned but to be cherished and treated as your equal. He would never claim otherwise, he couldn’t. 

On the other hand, he was also acutely aware that his were not the only set of eyes that wistfully tracked her every move and every breath throughout the day within their strange band of wayward souls, and a very base part of him needed to send the clearest message he could muster without flat out verbally declaring that she was his. 

It was very unlike him, this sort of possessive and primal nature, but he couldn’t deny that a small fraction of himself that he usually shoved into the deepest recesses of his being loved it for that fact. It was a part of him reserved only for her, as she was the only one who’d ever been able to coax it out of him. 

And thus, he felt absolved of any guilt about the way he glared daggers at the side of Astarion’s head and pictured hurling a fire bolt at the undead man as he spoke to her in hushed tones across camp. 

At least he knew it wouldn’t kill him. Although, he’d probably slit Gale’s throat for singing his singlet in return. 

It was enough to keep the heat in his palm at bay for the time being. 

He tried to discreetly move close enough to hear their conversation, moving toward Wyll’s tent that happened to be just a few paces away from Astarion’s and disguising his intentions as simply having a chat over a glass of wine with the warlock. 

Wyll’s eyes light up as the wizard approaches, shooting him a dashing and very princely smile that he was certain had made many a maiden swoon in his younger years as the duke’s son, galavanting through ballrooms and dragging said maidens to the dance floor after either one too many glasses of brandy or none at all.  

“Gale, my friend! Fancy a glass of wine?” He kindly proposed, tilting the glass in his hand in Gale’s direction. 

Gale offers an almost genuine smile, nodding. “Thank you, Wyll. I think a hearty glass of wine is just what I need at the moment,” he laments with a sigh. 

Wyll disappears for only a moment before returning with a glass and wine bottle in hand. “That bad, huh?” 

Gale gratefully takes the silver glass and holds it out for Wyll to pour the rest of the Amnan Liquer he’d been holding onto since their escapades at the former Rosymorn Monastery turned Githyanki Crèche. 

He turns his body just enough to keep both his lover and the offending vampire in his line of sight, attempting to tune into their conversation and realizing that he can faintly hear the melodic hum of her voice, as well as the silky tones of Astarion’s. 

Firebolt. No, no. 

Wyll’s eyes dart between Gale, then Tav, then Astarion, his eyebrow raising. “Astarion certainly doesn’t lack in the gall department, I’ll give him that.” 

Gale huffs a bitter laugh. “Can’t fault him. As much as I want to.” 

Wyll gently bumps his shoulder into Gale’s with a reassuring smile. “One can’t always be a gentleman, Gale. I respect your restraint, but if I were you, even I would be cutting in on whatever it is that he’s doing with her. Love the fellow, but I don’t trust him as far as I can throw him.” 

Gale goes silent, giving himself a moment to try to catch any of what was being said between them, only hearing the sound of her laughter intermingling with Astarion’s— and suddenly Wyll’s advice had become all the more tempting to follow. 

I could just go over there, he thinks. ‘Assert my dominance’ the old fashioned way. Or…

A wickedly devious idea flutters across his mind, and a smirk forms on his lips. Before he can realize it and stop it, Wyll’s tadpole connects to his, and Wyll snorts as he sees what debauchery Gale’s brain had concocted. 

“She’d have your arse in a second,” he jokingly warns. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” 

Gale wanted to listen to reason (Wyll Ravengard being the voice of reason, in this instance) and just do the diplomatic thing as he always did— but a part of him wanted to make a show of it all. To show her as well as everyone else the lengths he’d go to for her. 

He whispers a simple cantrip and waves his hand, blue light glowing from his palm as he calls for a spectral hand to appear before him. He eyes the mage hand for a moment, waving his fingers and watching it as it mirrors his movements with perfect accuracy. A rush of excitement passes through him as he ponders the possibilities, but debates for a moment whether he should— only to hear the lovely melody that was her laughter once again and his decision was sealed. 

He commands the hand to become invisible, the only way for him to tell it was still there was the very faint outline of it that you could only notice if you had been looking for it. He flicks his hand in her direction, commanding it to fly toward her. 

“Your funeral,” Wyll chuckles, taking a long sip from his chalice, eyebrows raised. 

The hand obliges, quickly floating to her but stopping just beside her. She shivers slightly as it grazes her bare shoulder, her head snapping in the direction of the sudden sensation. 

Gale freezes for a moment, praying she doesn’t catch on too soon. When she finally turns her attention back to Astarion, he relaxes, then motions for the hand to gently brush her hair over her other shoulder, causing her to jump and look again, her eyes narrowed as she scans the area. Her gaze lands on Gale, and he tries to remain composed but cannot hide the pleased smirk on his face. She furrows her brows, a look of confusion and suspicion on her face as she turns away once again. She still hadn’t caught on just yet, much to Gale’s delight. 

He continues once again, now commanding the hand to gently caress the back of her neck, the cool sensation of its spectral palm causing goosebumps to rise and her hair to stand on end. She sucks in a sharp breath, causing Astarion’s eyes to snap up to her.

“Everything alright, dear?” He hears Astarion ask, his signature shit-eating grin still on his lips. 

She nods, clearing her throat. “Mhm, sorry, I just— ah, got a bit chilly.” 

He cocks a brow at her. “I would offer to warm you, but I don’t think that I am qualified for the task,” he jokes, causing Gale’s jaw to clench. 

Firebolt. Ooh, better yet, Fireball. Ice knife. Lightning bolt, perhaps?

She laughs, then gasps once again as the hand has now relocated to the front of her, gently tracing the outline of her collar bone. It then follows the curve of the top of her breast, settling between her cleavage for a moment before continuing down further and further, grazing her abdomen before stopping just at the waistline of her breeches. 

“Gods, I shouldn’t be watching this,” Wyll grunts, shaking his head and allowing his gaze to drop to the ground.

She turns and shoots a piercing look at Gale, now fully aware of what was happening. He winks at her, before commanding the hand to continue its journey down her body, ghosting over the spot between her thighs. She squeezes her legs shut tight, in an attempt to quell the heat pooling low in her core despite her rising frustration toward Gale and her embarrassment. 

“Darling, do you need a blanket? Perhaps we could move into my te—”

“I’m fine,” She blurts, loud enough so that she knows Gale hears her, as she refuses to give in to his childish behavior. “What were you saying?” 

As Astarion continues whatever riveting story he’d been telling before she distracted him, she shoots Gale one last pathetic glance, not sure whether she was begging him to stop or keep going. He smirks, taking her pleading eyes as his queue to continue, moving the mage hand southward and grazing her blazing hot center. 

She sucks in another breath, this time a lot quieter, her head falling back that she attempts to play off as if she were simply looking up at the stars. 

Astarion’s head shoots up to look at her again, almost as if he were beginning to get frustrated.

“S-stars are bright tonight,” She stammers, eliciting a chuckle from Gale. He was enjoying this far too much to stop now. 

He wills the hand to press two fingers down right where he knows her clit is, reveling in the way her back arches at the sudden touch, right where he knew she loved it. 

Astarion’s eyebrow raises as he eyes her, her face flushed, her hair in disarray and her legs clamped shut tight. He was— unfortunately for her— very good at reading body language, even more specifically hers, and he was beginning to catch on to her predicament. His eyes dart over toward Gale who was not at all subtle with the devious smirk on his face as his hand continued commanding the spell.

“Your wizard is clever, I’ve got to hand it to him.” He smirks, stifling a chuckle. 

Her eyes go wide, the hot blush in her cheeks only increasing. 

“I’m going to kill him.” She hisses through gritted teeth, before twisting and facing Gale, who could not contain the triumphant grin on his face despite her very displeased expression. 

“Do it out where I can watch, won’t you, darling? I’m quite overdue for a good show.” He calls after her, watching her storm toward Gale, shaking his head and chuckling with delight.

Gale dismisses the spell as he spots her making a very angry beeline toward him, then crosses his arms behind his back innocently as she approaches him. 

“I warned you, you cheeky bastard.” Wyll grumbles, watching with anticipation and vaguely hidden amusement as she stomps toward the wizard beside him with murderous intent. 

Gale offers her a smile as she approaches, to which she only offers a grimace.

“Hello, my love. Feeling alright?” He says equally as innocently, in spite of the devilish grin on his face. 

She shakes her head. “Tent. Now.” 

He raises his hands in defense, shit-eating smirk ever persistent. “Your wish is my command, darling.” He draws out the pet name to mimic the way Astarion says it, earning a rather angry eye roll. 

He trails behind her as she continues her warpath toward his tent, his heart racing as he imagines exactly what he plans to do the second he gets her alone— he’d saved those thoughts for after Wyll’s tadpole’s connection broke from his own to spare him the filthy details. 

She ducks into his tent brusquely, the flap slapping closed behind her before he makes his own way in after her. He chuckles at her ire, and the fact that in any other situation he’d be on his knees begging her for forgiveness in response to her irritation toward him— but this time, he planned on using it much to his advantage. Fuel for the fire, so to speak. 

The second he enters the tent, her wild eyes are on him and she’s standing with her arms crossed over her chest which was still heaving, her face still completely flushed. 

“What the hells is wrong with y—” 

Her tirade is cut off by lips roughly crashing onto hers, her words being instantly smothered then swallowed by him and his tongue and the bittersweet taste of wine on his breath. She wants to fight back but finds her efforts moot as she instantly melts into him, allowing him to maneuver her exactly as he wishes. 

Rough but elegant hands grip her waist, pulling her body flush to his, enough for her to feel the erection straining to be freed from his pants against her lower stomach. The heat that had been coiling and pooling low within her had only reignited with a vengeance now, partially fueled by her anger toward him and mostly fueled by her ever present desire for him. 

His hands migrated to palm the swell of her ass, kneading the plush but still firm flesh that always caught his attention even in the worst moments such as the middle of a tense battle— something he almost felt the need to punish her for, even though it wasn’t truly her fault. 

His tongue explores her mouth hungrily as her hands move to begin undoing the buttons of his linen shirt, before one of his hands catches her wrist and holds it, lacing her fingers through his. He breaks the kiss, dark umber irises pooling with pure liquid lust and carnality as they meet her more perplexed ones. 

Leaving her unspoken questions unanswered, he unbuttons her pants with one hand, yanking them down her legs until she takes it upon herself to kick them off and discard them somewhere on the ground within the tent. He tugs at the bottom edge of her shirt, and she wordlessly grants him permission with only a small nod and a raise of her arms to afford him some ease in ripping it over her head and adding to the growing pile of clothes scattered across the floor of the small space. 

She’s lit only by the soft orange glow of the campfire leaking in through the crack of the tent flap that neither of them had bothered to seal, her skin radiant even in the dimness of the night. He drinks in her frame, eyes skimming along every contour of her body, every rounded edge and every sharp one— even the shadow she cast against the back wall of his tent was erotic, all hips and curves and the most heavenly structure. 

As if she’d been lovingly built by Sune’s own gracious hands. 

“Lay down,” he commands, pointing to the bedroll that he’d preemptively fixed and made extra comfortable with several more layers of blankets, pillows, and furs. “And spread your legs for me.” 

She obliges instantly, quickly but gracefully laying atop the nest of cotton and fur and velvet, her hair splaying around her head and framing her like a halo— only serving to make his already painfully stiff cock twitch against the fabric of his pants and a bead of precum leak from the tip. He feared he may not even be able to make it long enough to be inside of her at this rate. 

“That’s my girl,” he almost moans, his voice low and husky and reverent as he drops to his knees before her, moving to kneel between her legs. “My beautiful girl.” 

She blushes and shyly looks away, her bottom lip caught between her teeth to bite back a smile. He leans over her, gently gripping her chin with his fingers and moving her face back to look at him. “Eyes on me, my love. My love.” He drawls, dragging out his words in hopes that they’d have more time to sink into her precious mind that he cherished just as much, if not more than her wholly divine body. 

Gale was all together a typically patient man. He did almost everything meticulously and gracefully. He would spend hours studying a particular topic just to ensure that he’d get it right the very first time. 

Gale as a lover was no different. 

He’d spent hours and even days at this point learning everything he could about her body— every sensitivity, every weak spot, ticklish spot, every scar or freckle or blemish. The things she was insecure or shy about, the things that would send her eyes rolling back into her head. 

He had become a consummate virtuoso at worshiping her body and what granted her the most pleasure possible. He lavished her in it, bathed her in every ounce of bliss he possibly could until she could no longer speak, much less think properly. 

Tonight was no exception— though he was considerably less delicate than was typical for him, as he hungrily lapped at the heat between her thighs as if it contained the last drop of honey on the face of Faerun. He licked and kissed and sucked and drank in every bit of her essence he possibly could, not stopping even after she’d already come just to wring out every last bit of her pleasure for his own selfish need. The selfish need to taste her, to savor her. To devour her. 

He didn’t stop until she was a tangled mess of shaking limbs and clammy skin and teary eyes, and she whimpered his name like a plea. Whether it were a  plea to stop or to keep going was unclear for both of them. 

He lifted his face, his beard and lips drenched in her slick as he licked the remains of her off of his lips and fingers, causing her to clamp her legs together at the sight. He smirks triumphantly, knowing full well that she was nearing being entirely spent and yet she still wanted more. 

“Please,” she whimpered, leaning up (very unsteadily) to finish unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers fumbling with the buttons and the fabric. He relents and allows her to make her best attempt with her trembling fingers before he takes over for her, lifting it over his head and discarding the linen nearby. 

Her finger gently trails from the dark purple mark of the orb on his chest down the hard planes of his torso until she reaches the waistband of his pants, dipping her finger underneath and tugging at it. Her eyes meet his full of intent, and he feels the tadpole in his head stir as she tries to connect to him. 

I need to suck your cock. Please. 

His eyes darken as he looks at her, the image of her perfectly pink lips wrapped around him searing into his mind— whether it being his own thoughts or hers invading his didn’t matter— but he shakes his head, then severs the connection. 

She frowns, her bottom lip jutting out in a pout. He rubs his thumb along the swollen softness of it as he caresses her chin, tilting her head back slightly to get a better view of the elegant column of her neck. He had plans for the perfect and smooth expanse of the area between her jaw and her clavicle that he soon intended to enact. But not yet. 

“Naughty girl,” he chastises her, but not without a devious smirk and a hint of lustful playfulness. 

She whimpers again, sending goosebumps down his arms and the hair on them to raise on end. “Please, Gale. I want to make you feel good, I need to make you feel good,” she stammers, her eyes peering up at his, wanton and needy. 

It was enough to almost oblige her request, but he knew if her mouth came anywhere near his already all too sensitive cock that he’d come apart at the seams instantly, and that just wouldn’t do. 

“And I need to be inside of you,” he retorts, his voice soft but stern. “I need to claim what’s mine.” He nearly growls. 

Gentleman Gale reprimands him in his mind, but is quickly overtaken by Her Gale— the one that only answers to her and belongs solely to her. The one that hoped with everything in him there was also a part of her that was his and only his. 

Her mouth opens to speak, and he half expects her to yell at him and berate him for reducing her to a prize to be claimed— and is pleasantly surprised when she doesn’t. 

“Please. Please come here, please fuck me,” she begs, the rasp in her voice as she does nothing short of absolutely erotic. 

He needs no further instruction, and quickly removes his pants and undergarments, his erection springing free and already slick with his own desire. She eyes it with a hunger that he recognizes and has to ignore before the temptation to fuck her mouth grows any stronger. 

He presses his strong but gentle hand against her chest, slowly pushing her back against the pillows as he moves to position himself at her entrance, her legs wrapping around his hips and urging him forward impatiently. He taps the side of one of her thighs in warning, rubbing the head of his cock across her already soaked folds to further lubricate it and tease her. 

“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” 

She whines, her voice broken as if she truly might cry if she goes another second without him inside her. “Gale.” 

He chuckles darkly, once again pressing the swollen head of his cock at her entrance, slipping in as slowly as he can manage, mustering every bit of strength and willpower he has left not to just bury himself in her as deep as he can. 

“Tell me,” he commands, his voice low and gruff but still needy, almost desperate. 

She connects the dots instantly, knowing exactly what he wanted. What he craved. “I’m yours, Gale. Only yours.” 

She cries out in shock, slight pain, and pure ecstasy as he harshly snaps his hips into hers, his cock burying to the hilt in her velvet heat. 

Home. This felt like home. 

He knew that he probably should have given her more time to adjust to him, and it was something he’d surely feel guilty about later, but Her Gale wanted her to feel it tomorrow. He wanted her to be reminded of this moment as she goes on about her day through the ache between her legs as she walks, constantly reminding her who fucks her like this, who loves her like this. 

“My pretty girl, my perfect girl,” he chants, his words leaving his lips like a litany of prayer as if he were in a temple of worship. He’d always been a man of religion, but this was holier and more divine than anything he’d ever experienced— even sharing a bed with an actual goddess couldn’t compare. 

She throws her head back, her eyes shut tightly and she desperately grips at the pillows around her to ground herself, her neck on full display. He leans down to place wet kisses in a trail from her jaw to her collarbone, biting and sucking in very obvious spots that she’d be hard pressed to be able to cover in the morning. 

She writhes and moans underneath him, one of her hands moving to grip the back of his head and fist the hair at the nape of his neck, the sensation of her fingers tugging at his scalp blending from slight pain into pure pleasure earning a throaty grunt from him that rumbles in his chest. 

He feels her tighten ever so slightly around him, her walls clenching and pulsing in a sort of warning. He continues his pace, driving her closer and closer to the precipice. 

“Gale, I’m gonna—” 

“I know, sweet girl, I know,” he coos, leaning down and pressing his lips to her sweat slicked forehead, then whispering, “come for me, my love.” 

It wasn’t so much a demand as a desperate request, as his need to feel her come on him and to ride out the waves of her pleasure alongside her became almost devastating. 

To urge her on even further, he slipped a hand down and began to rub quick circles around her clit as he pounded into her until she saw stars— it wasn’t long before she completely shattered underneath him, tumbling into free fall off the edge of the best orgasm she’d ever had. 

She cries out a jumbled mess of I love you and I’m yours with his name sprinkled throughout as she reaches the peak and dives off the edge, her hips rocking upward into Gale’s as he continues to fuck her through her orgasm. He feels himself quickly approaching his own finish line, the feeling of her cunt pulsing and hugging his cock tighter and tighter driving him further and further. 

A few more thrusts and he was done for, spilling everything he had in her and grunting her name as he came, the entire fiber of his being ripping apart and repairing itself as he went limp above her, barely having enough strength to brace himself with his hands on either side of her head as he gripped the pillows so that he doesn’t crush her under his weight. 

They both fall silent apart from the sounds of their breathing steadying and slowing to a calm and regular pace, the only other sounds being that of the distant crackling of the fire and the even more distant sounds of their companions still wrapping up for the night and preparing for bed. 

Her eyes flutter open to find his in the dim light of the fire, her hand reaching up to caress his cheek. He sighs and leans into her touch, turning his head to place a kiss to the center of her palm, the coarse hair of his beard scratching her skin and tickling it, making her giggle quietly. 

“I’m still mad at you, you know,” she jokes, causing him to nibble at the skin of her palm playfully. “That wasn’t funny, Gale.” 

He smiles and reaches for a rag to clean her up with. “I had hoped this would serve as an adequate apology.” 

She sucks in a breath as he pulls out and rubs the rag across her still sensitive and throbbing core, her hips bucking upward slightly with some discomfort. “You expected to fuck me into complicity?” 

He chuckles, the sound rumbling in his chest as he finishes cleaning her, then tosses the rag aside and lays beside her, pulling her onto his chest. 

“Not exactly,” he says, earning a disbelieving grimace from her. “I am sorry, for what it’s worth. I just— I don’t think you realize that seeing the way he interacts with you and the way you interact with him is nothing short of agonizing for me.” 

She saw the hurt in his eyes even in the dark— the ache and the gnawing need for reassurance. She understood it all too well, as she’d done the same when the topic of Mystra would get brought up in the earlier days of their relationship. 

“There is no other set of arms I’d rather have wrapped around me right now than yours. There is no other company I’d rather share in the way I share in yours. Don’t you know that?” She asked, shifting so that she’s leaning over him, his big brown eyes resembling those of a puppy being told it was a good boy. 

“I am yours, Gale Dekarios,” she whispers. “Body and soul.” 

Relief and pure elation smoothed out the concern from his features. He pulled her closer to him, until she was mostly on top of him and her head rested on his chest and he could press a long kiss against the top of her head, breathing in her scent and shutting his eyes, both of them drifting into a peaceful slumber. 

[gavamont]

The wizard has gone a crafting

To make a most devious device

It looks like a kitty cat napping

But it does more than catch the mice

This feline figure uses mice for energy

But that just leads to it’s one true goal

It then produces hairball of pyromancy

A battle buddy whose purrs warm you to your soul

[virrutalangel]

Beatle movie ranking

!!ALL MY OPINION DONT KILL ME I LIKE ALL THESE MOVIES THIS IS JUST FOR FUN!!

5.Let It Be

Honestly, it’s just a shortened version of the Get Back documentary. it’s essentially the same as Get Back excluding a few scenes.

i’m more inclined to rewatch Get Back over Let It Be because it’s more footage to comb through.

4.magical mystery tour

I am very well aware that this wasn’t a great time in their career. and for what it’s worth i do really enjoy the album. the movie itself is extremely confusing for me to understand. the only thing bringing it higher then Let It Be is just how much i enjoy the visuals. the music video segments are definitely a highlight, they’re delightful and visually appealing to see. UNFORTUNATELY…i do not know a single thing going on and what i did understand i didn’t entirely find interesting. The concept itself is a nice one, the execution however, wasnt. it’s framed like a family guy episode almost, where it would cut to a scene with no explanation. ringo’s aunt as a character didn’t add much to the movie for me, it felt like they were trying to do the whole paul’s grandfather from hard days night again but it just didn’t work for me. the wizards are nice and that might’ve been the only thing i personally enjoyed in the movie.

3.hard days night

Their first movie, woohoo! definitely the most grounded film they’ve been in. it’s perfect to show the sheer insanity of beatlemania in the early 60s and the beatles personalities and humor. the music video segments are lovely and delightful to watch. It flows very naturally with one another and each bit leading up to the big show is just as goofy as they are. paul’s grandfather is such a devious guy and works as a hilarious way to push the movie forward in terms of conflict. the managers and people alongside the beatles are also just as entertaining. the entire cast just plays off one another and overall it’s a wonderful watch.

2.yellow submarine

If Magical Mystery Tour was bad confusing nonsense then yellow submarine is good confusing nonsense. because at least there is a clear story and no family guy cutaways. being their one and only animated movie it’s such a beautiful and eccentric movie. the different animation styles used and colors of each new land they explore in is such a delightfully unique way to mirror the music used in the movie. each new area full to the brim with whimsy and color. even if it’s random, jeremy hillary boob ph.d as an extra main lead was such a lovely little addition to an already silly cast. admiral fred and the blue meanies are another set of great characters within the film that again just push the constant whimsy and eccentricity of the film.

1.help!

The only fault with this movie is the blatant cultural appropriation within it. it’s very obviously a product of its time. that being said i love everything else about this movie. it’s the funniest movie they’ve been in and despite rewatching it every now and then it’s still a wonderful time. every character from the cult members to the scientists and of course the beatles themselves bring so much personality and humor to the movie. the writing and cinematography is wonderful, this entire movie is a delight. the music video segments are so so so well done and fit into the story well. the entire movie is definitely worthwhile regardless if you know much about the beatles or not, it’s just a wonderful time.

all movies are definitely worth the watch despite my opinion!! this was for fun feel free to put your own input i’m open to discussion bc film review is epic, if this post does well maybe i’ll start posting more film related content…maybe…

[iamnmbr3]

Any chance of another excerpt of the drarry letter writing fic? hope you post it soon

Oh. Sure. He's a bit that takes place a little after the first excerpt. At this rate I'll end up posting the whole thing on tumblr lol. Anon is referencing this.

Potter,

Yes, yes, how very devious and Slytherin of me. I’m sure no noble and chivalrous Gryffindor would ever dream of doing something so convoluted and scheming. 

I know what a telephone is. I even know what to do when it starts making noise (now). I talk to muggles quite a lot, actually, as I live in a muggle neighborhood. They all seem to think I’m a refugee from some foreign country where we did things very differently. I’ve received many compliments on my English, which is, I’m told, nearly perfect. 

I’ve told them there was a war, that bad people tried to seize power and do terrible things, so I suppose they all think I was very brave and clever to have escaped and hidden myself here since they don’t know I was on the wrong side. Much of the wizarding world doesn’t want to have anything to do with me so it’s rather nice to be around people who do not know who I really am. 

I have also been trying to learn more about the groups and viewpoints I was raised to despise. I wonder now whether much of the hatred of muggles was born, not out of a sense of superiority, but out of fear. What they have accomplished without magic is truly incredible, though I still don’t understand half of it. And I’ve gotten much better at blending in, though they do still look at me strangely sometimes. How was I to know cars aren’t pulled by invisible animals? What makes them go then? 

Did you really get into trouble that often when you were growing up? I should have known, given all the detentions you got when we were at school (though not as many as you should have – I still don’t know how you managed to get out of half of them). I suppose I always imagined your family had been fairly indulgent with you, given your background. 

Most of my detentions were because of you. My parents were not pleased. (You never even thanked me for not saying anything about that stupid dragon in first year by the way).  And for the last time, letters should be written on a clean piece of parchment. Not on the back of someone else’s note. You’re supposed to save correspondence for future reference. Not send it back like it’s worthless. 

Yours,

Draco 

P.S. I don’t think your single mistake quite matches the magnitude of my own grievous errors. Especially as I had tried to use an Unforgivable on you at the time. And I’d nearly poisoned you and two others not that long before. I think about that a lot. If you’d all drunk at once, all three of you could have died. And what would have happened then? There would have been no one left to stop Him. Because of me. 

***

Draco,

You might be surprised. I was actually nearly sorted into Slytherin. The Sorting Hat only put me in Gryffindor because I asked it not to put me in Slytherin.   

I like walking around muggle London too. Nobody stares at me. It’s nice. But it’s also a little strange that no one knows about the war. It’s like it never happened for them. Do you get out into the wizarding world much anymore? What have you been doing with your time these days?

Auror training is hard, but I like it more than school in some ways. All the classes are practical and I can see the use of everything I’m doing. I never much enjoyed essays or theory lessons in school when I couldn’t see how they connected to my life. 

You asked about my childhood before Hogwarts. I was brought up by my Aunt and Uncle; they didn’t like magic - or me - very much. It’s not something I talk about that often. 

 More importantly though, you did say something about the dragon. And then Ron and I got blamed for making it up in order to try and get you into trouble. McGonagal took so many points off Gryffindor that no one would talk to us for weeks. (Snape would never have taken points off of Slytherin like that.)

I hope you like this parchment. I bought it specially today in Diagon Alley just for you. 

Harry 

P. S. Sometimes I think about all the things that could have gone so much worse during the War too. And all the things that could have gone better. I meant what I said at your trial though. I think you wouldn’t make the same choices today. And I think you deserve a chance to prove that. I know Dumbledore thought so too. 

P. P. S. I liked your story about the muggle cars. For future reference there is a special liquid inside them called petrol that makes them work. I don’t really know how either. I do know they have to add more regularly or the car stops working. My Uncle used to complain a lot about how expensive it was. 

***

Harry,

The Hat nearly put you into Slytherin?! That would doubtless have been a disaster. Though you are certainly cunning enough. I never worked out how you were cheating at potions in sixth year. I’m curious though. If you didn’t grow up knowing much about our world, what made you ask not to be sorted into Slytherin?

I know what you mean. The muggle world feels very refreshing but there is so much they don’t know about that I never fully feel a part of it. Of course, these days I don’t feel that I really belong in our world either. But maybe that’s good and means our world is changing for the better.

What have I been doing with my time? Not as much as I would like to be honest. Shockingly, proudly espousing abhorrent views and having been associated with a fanatical cult of bigoted murderers does not improve one’s job prospects. You’ll probably laugh but I actually thought about becoming a Healer. I passed all the required N.E.W.T.s last year but of course who in their right mind would ever hire me? 

You’ll definitely laugh at this but I’ve opened up a specialty repair shop for complex magical artifacts. Even in Knockturn alley there are people who don’t want to be seen talking with a (former) Death Eater so I take commissions by owl and floo call about half the time. The work itself is surprisingly interesting. (I was actually quite good at Charms in school. I probably would have gotten an O on my Charms O.W.L. if you hadn’t sabotaged it.) Do you like Auror training?

Of course Snape would never have taken points off Slytherin if he could help it. That’s why he was clearly the superior Head of House. I read the interview you gave about his role in the war. I suppose his dislike of you was just an act then, to throw us all off? I should have known. No one could know you and dislike you that much. And there I was thinking he actually favored me. 

As for the dragon, I had to give some excuse for being out that late at night when I got caught by the scariest Professor in the school. And the truth was the first thing I thought of. However, I would like to remind you that Ron Weasley left a rather imprudently specific letter from his brother in a book I borrowed from him. That’s how I knew where to find you. And I never showed it to anyone. So really I think thanks are in order. 

Draco

P.S. Your aunt and uncle sound like they held the muggle equivalent of my own family’s attitudes. You deserved better.

P.P.S. Using thestrals sounds a lot more practical. 

[blacksapphirecookies]

ɪꜰ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄʀᴜᴍʙʟᴇ | ᴄʜ﹒3 - ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴘ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ?

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ :: ᴀɴ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴀᴜ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇᴀꜱᴛ ʏᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 8 ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜰʟᴇᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴘᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ ᴀᴘᴘʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ꜱᴀᴘᴘʜɪʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛꜱ ᴘᴜʀᴇ ᴠᴀɴɪʟʟᴀ'ꜱ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ.

ᴏᴠᴇʀᴠɪᴇᴡ + ᴄ / ᴡ :: ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ & ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴅɪᴠᴇʀɢᴇɴᴄᴇ, ʜᴇ / ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ / ɪᴛꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ , ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ, ᴠᴀɴɪʟʟᴀ ᴍɪʟᴋꜱʜᴀᴋᴇ ( ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ / ᴘᴜʀᴇ ᴠᴀɴɪʟʟᴀ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ ), ʀᴇᴅᴇᴍᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀʀᴄ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ & ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇꜱꜱ ʀᴇᴄʟᴜꜱᴇ, ᴘᴏꜱᴛ-ʙᴇᴀꜱᴛ ʏᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴇᴘɪꜱᴏᴅᴇ 8, ᴘʀᴇ-ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛᴇᴅ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ, ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴄᴀɴᴅʏ ᴀᴘᴘʟᴇ / ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴍɪʟᴋ, ɴᴏ ʙᴇᴛᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ || ɴᴇxᴛ || ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

The sounds of shoes tapping against the dark blue marble stairs echoed throughout the Spire of Knowledge, their footsteps gradually getting louder as they made their way down to the first level of the spire. 

The place that once felt like a prison of his own guilt for Pure Vanilla Cookie had turned into a place of familiarity, looking around at the ornate artwork and delicate decorations that adorned every surface. 

He couldn’t help but admire the way the soft light from the crystal chandeliers danced across the ancient stone walls, casting intricate shadows that seemed to whisper with the passage of time.

Though the Spire was once a place of torment, a reminder of the mistakes and burdens he carried, it now felt different. 

Calmer. As if the ghosts of his past were gradually fading into the background, no longer holding him in place. It wasn’t that they were gone, but the weight had definitely lessened. 

Every corner he passed now seemed to hold a memory, not of pain, but of growth, of acceptance, and of the friends who had helped him along the way.

The others followed behind him in varied silence.

GingerBrave was talking about what White Lily Cookie might’ve been doing while they were gone back at the Faerie Kingdom with Strawberry Cookie, while Wizard Cookie’s eyes were scanning every corner for magical relics, his mind constantly working on the possibilities the spire held. 

Shadow Milk hovered alongside Pure Vanilla, his legs already feeling like they were going to crumble off due to the vast amount of turns and flights of stairs they’ve taken. It was supprising to most and if not all of them. 

The Beast of Deceit, normally so smooth and effortless in his movements, now appeared to be almost. . exhausted? For once, his exaggerated swagger was gone, replaced by a slight slump as he dragged his feet, muttering under his breath.

It didn’t make it any better with how he had practically used up a large sum of his power during his fights with Pure Vanilla, causing the Beast of Deceit to be even more fatigued.

“ Ugh. . Why did I make this place so ridiculously big? " he grumbled, his voice dripping with exasperation. " I could’ve just used one or two flights of stairs. But, noo! I had to go all out with this endless maze. ” 

He dramatically lifted a hand toward the towering walls as if the structure itself was the source of his pain. “ Who needs all this fancy design anyway? I should’ve just thrown in a few ladders and called it a day! ”

His complaints echoed around them, causing GingerBrave and his friends to look at the cookie’s hair in confusion.  It wasn’t the usual sharp, devious laughter they were accustomed to. No, it was a bizarre sight. 

For a moment, the Beast of Deceit seemed like nothing more than a tired, grumpy cookie, complaining about the mundane inconvenience of a grand structure he’d created.

His ridiculous antics and twisted humor were still there, but this new version of Shadow Milk Cookie left them in a strange kind of pause.

Hell, the beast had been even more of a loose cannon ever since he had accepted Pure Vanilla Cookie’s request of being redeemed. 

“ Just. . give me a break, ” Shadow Milk muttered, more to himself than anyone else. His grin, usually so wicked and teasing, was noticeably absent, replaced by an almost pouty scroll, his light blue teeth being visible. 

Pure Vanilla noticed the change in Shadow Milk’s demeanor, but he said nothing. He simply continued along the path toward the main floor of the spire, his steps steady and composed. 

The others were still caught in the awkward tension, unsure whether to engage or to let the Beast of Deceit stew in his frustration. Even Black Sapphire and Candy Apple, usually so quick to jump in with snark or an order, remained silent for once.

For Shadow Milk, this quiet, almost subdued version of himself felt foreign. He was used to being the unpredictable storm in the room, the joker who stirred chaos for the sake of amusement. 

Now, with this strange sense of vulnerability creeping into his movements, it was as if the pieces of his usual persona were crumbling away, one by one.

“ I never should’ve agreed to this redemption nonsense, ” Shadow Milk continued, his words almost to himself, though he could feel the eyes of everyone around him.

“ Not only does it require me to act all decent, but it’s just so boring. I’m starting to understand why Burning Spice— ” His speech grew into undecipherable grumbles.

His voice, though still dripping with that signature edge of sarcasm, lacked its usual bite. The beast was restless, a prisoner to his own transformation—still unable to fully embrace the concept of change but also clearly conflicted about pushing it away. 

His scowl turned into an aggravated frown when he felt the gaze of three cookies—GingerBrave, Strawberry Cookie, and Wizard Cookie—burning into the back of his head. The weight of their stares made him even more irritable.

His pace had slowed down, causing Pure Vanilla to slow his pace down as well, opening his eyes so he could try and catch a faint glimpse of what could’ve agitated the Beast Cookie. 

As GingerBrave stared at Shadow Milk’s long blue hair, he had begun to notice that the middle of one of the split tendrils that he considered as hair was beginning to have a portal form on its jelly surface, flickering slightly before a large blue eye appeared. 

The eye was identical to one of the eyes that decorated the inside of his hair, but they never knew he could add more onto the rest of it. However, the things this cookie did would always manage to surprise everyone. 

The eye blinked once, twice, as if it were studying the group, before it slowly began to open wider, revealing a deep, glowing abyss that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The sight was both mesmerizing and unsettling, casting an eerie glow on the walls of the spire.

“ Got a staring problem back there or something? “

Shadow Milk’s voice cut through the air like a blade, dripping with amusement but carrying an unmistakable edge of irritation. 

The eye blinked once more, its eerie glow casting shifting shadows on the floor as it focused directly on GingerBrave, Strawberry Cookie, and Wizard Cookie—who all flinched at the same time.

GingerBrave took an instinctive step back, holding up his hands. “ Uh, no! No problem at all! ”

“ Oh really? ” Shadow Milk drawled, his usual grin creeping back onto his face. “ Because from the way you three were boring holes into the back of my head, I had to assume you wanted a closer look. ”

The eye widened comically, tilting slightly as if it were raising an eyebrow at them. Wizard Cookie adjusted his glasses, looking both intrigued and horrified. “ That. . that wasn’t there before. ”

“ We got a smart one out in the audience, don’t we? ” Shadow Milk was obviously being sarcastic, slightly amused at the brave cookie’s observation, crossing his arms.

“ But since you all couldn’t keep your little eyes to yourselves, I figured I’d return the favor. Fair’s fair, right? ” He chuckled darkly, his sharp teeth glinting in the dim light of the spire.

Strawberry Cookie hid behind GingerBrave, peeking out nervously. “ Can. . can you make it go away? ”

Before Shadow Milk Cookie could taunt and tease the group of low-level cookies, Pure Vanilla had chosen to finally step in and address the situation with a calm but firm voice. 

His soft footsteps were almost drowned out by the lingering tension in the air as he gently placed a hand on Shadow Milk’s shoulder, pulling his attention away from the teasing.

“ Shadow Milk Cookie, that’s enough, ” Pure Vanilla said, his tone both soothing and commanding, a reminder of the leadership he had regained in recent days.

Shadow Milk’s eyes flickered briefly toward Pure Vanilla, the playful malice fading for just a moment. There was something almost vulnerable in his gaze, as though Pure Vanilla’s presence was both a comfort and a reminder of the changes he was resisting. 

As much as he wanted to rebel, he couldn’t help but let the brief moment of calmness settle within him. With a dramatic sigh, Shadow Milk waved his hand, causing the eye to disappear with a quick flick of his wrist.

“ Geez, fine. But I don’t see why we can’t just teleport out of here already, ” Shadow Milk grumbled, his voice tinged with frustration. “ You all are walking so slowly. I could just zap us straight to the Faerie Kingdom, save us all a ton of time, and maybe I wouldn’t have to keep trudging up and down these ridiculously long stairs. Just think about it! A nice, quick hop, and we’re done with this entire trek. ”

GingerBrave, still a little wary of Shadow Milk’s unpredictable mood swings, glanced nervously at the others while Wizard Cookie muttered something about never trusting anything that could ‘ zap ‘ you out of sight.

But Pure Vanilla, who had been walking quietly beside Shadow Milk, suddenly halted. He turned slightly, locking eyes with the Beast of Deceit. His gaze was calm, steady—almost too steady, but there was a firmness in it that brooked no argument.

“ You’re not teleporting anyone anywhere, ” Pure Vanilla said, his voice even but firm. “ You’ve already used up a large portion of your magic fighting me, Shadow Milk. And I know you’re still trying to hold onto whatever energy you have left. Trying to teleport us all like that could drain you even further, and then what? We’d be stuck in the middle of nowhere with you on the brink of collapse. ”

Shadow Milk's playful grin faltered for a moment. His eyes narrowed, and the usual cocky swagger was missing as his irritation flared. “ Come on, you know the answer to that. . ”

Pure Vanilla shook his head, his calm expression unwavering. “ No, i don’t. You’re not invincible. And I’m not about to let you exhaust yourself any further just because you’re impatient. ”

Shadow Milk opened his mouth to retort, but his words caught in his throat as he realized the truth behind Pure Vanilla’s words. There was no denying it. 

He was already stretched thin, and he had been using his energy recklessly ever since the fight with Pure Vanilla. Even the strange eye on the back of his head, which had been flickering ominously, was another sign that his powers were unstable—stretching the limits of what he could control.

“ Fine, ” Shadow Milk muttered, his usual defiance now softened by a hint of reluctant agreement. His arms crossed tightly over his chest, but his pout was almost comically exaggerated. 

“ You always have to be the responsible one, don’t you? Ruining all my fun. “ He glanced sideways at Pure Vanilla, his sharp grin returning, but there was a hint of something else lurking behind his eyes—something just a little softer than usual.

Pure Vanilla couldn’t help but chuckle softly at Shadow Milk's antics, though the amusement in his eyes was tempered by the concern he felt. “ I’m just trying to keep you from collapsing in front of us. I’m sure your fun would be a lot less fun if you were face-first in the dirt. ”

“ Oh please, ” Shadow Milk scoffed, dramatically rolling his eyes. “ I’d be fine! I’ve always been fine! I can handle a little exhaustion. Just like I can handle you, Vanilly. ”

Pure Vanilla raised an eyebrow, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “ And yet, here you are, complaining about stairs. . ”

Shadow Milk’s eyes narrowed, but there was a brief flicker of something that looked almost like embarrassment—or maybe it was irritation at being so carefully watched. 

“ It’s just. . so boring, ” he grumbled, looking away and kicking a pebble down the stairs in frustration. “ If I had the energy, I’d drag us all straight there in a matter of seconds. But noooo, you’ve got to play the hero again. ”

“ I’m not playing anything, Shadow Milk, ” Pure Vanilla replied, his voice gentle but still firm. “ I’m just looking out for you. For all of us. ”

The Beast of Deceit scoffed, trying to wave off the sentiment, but there was no denying the slight softness in his expression. He hated it. Hated feeling vulnerable, hated being cared for, even if it was just a little. 

But damn it, he couldn’t quite stop the way Pure Vanilla’s calm words seemed to settle deep in his chest, where he didn’t want them.

“ You’re impossible, ” Shadow Milk muttered, his hand gripping his staff harder in frustration. “ Why do you always do this? You just have to be the one with all the answers, huh? ”

“ Like i’ve mentioned previously, I’m not trying to be the answer to everything, ” Pure Vanilla said, his voice warmer now, though still carrying that steady authority. He turned to face Shadow Milk fully, his gaze softening just a bit. “ I just care about you. I want you to be okay. Even if you can’t admit it. ”

Shadow Milk’s eyes widened for just a split second, and for once, his usual sharp wit faltered. “ Oh, come on, ” he sneered, his voice more defensive than he intended. “ I’m fine, alright? Don’t go getting all sappy on me now. I’ve got enough feelings from the last few fights to last a lifetime. ”

This comment made Black Sapphire and Candy Apple Cookie exchange quick glances, their expressions contrasting sharply. While Black Sapphire’s lips twitched upward, clearly amused by the whole scene, Candy Apple was visibly bristling, her face twisted in a mixture of jealousy and discomfort.

“ What does he mean by that?! ” Candy Apple whined, her voice high-pitched with irritation. “ Why does he get all the attention? It’s always Pure Vanilla this and Pure Vanilla that! Does he not see how hard I work for him? Why is it always him that gets to— ”

Before Candy Apple could finish her tirade, Black Sapphire quickly placed a hand over her mouth, his cold eyes locking onto her. The warning was clear: speak out of turn again, and there’d be consequences.

“ I suggest you keep quiet before you manage to get yourself into any more trouble. ” Black Sapphire hissed in a low, controlled tone, his grip firm on Candy Apple’s mouth. She could already feel the tension in the air shift, knowing that Shadow Milk was not someone to anger. 

The last thing either of them needed was to give their master a reason to take out his frustrations on them.

Candy Apple struggled briefly but quickly realized she wasn’t going to win this fight. She pouted, her eyes flashing with annoyance, but she stayed silent. Black Sapphire shot her a pointed glare before releasing his hold, making sure his presence didn’t draw any more attention.

Shadow Milk, who had been looking away in his typical way of avoiding the attention that Pure Vanilla’s calm words seemed to draw, now turned his head to notice the two servants’ silent exchange. His sharp eyes flicked briefly to Candy Apple, his lips curling into that familiar, sadistic grin.

“ Is there something you'd like to add, Candy Apple Cookie? ” Shadow Milk’s voice was smooth, almost playful, but there was an edge of warning underneath. 

Candy Apple quickly glanced at Black Sapphire, her face flushed with embarrassment. “ N-no, Master! ” she stammered, avoiding eye contact with the Beast of Deceit. “ Nothing at all. ”

“ Good. ” Shadow Milk returned his gaze to Pure Vanilla, his tone sharp again, as if he hadn’t just been momentarily rattled. “ Now, where were we? ”

Black Sapphire simply raised an eyebrow, amused by the sudden shift in mood, but said nothing. The tension was thick, but now it was a dangerous game. 

Even if the others weren’t paying attention, he knew they had to keep things from spiraling out of control—especially with their master so clearly agitated.

Pure Vanilla, sensing the slight disturbance, glanced toward Shadow Milk, his eyes unreadable. He didn’t let the brief interruption deter him, though the tension between the cookies was thick enough to cut through.

“ If you're quite finished, ” Pure Vanilla said softly, his gaze flicking between Candy Apple and Shadow Milk, “ we should continue. The Spire’s a long walk, and we have a lot ahead of us. ”

Shadow Milk didn’t answer immediately, but his lips twitched at the corners in a sardonic smirk, clearly ready to pick up where they’d left off—but for now, he held back, his focus still very much on Pure Vanilla.

The room grew quiet again, but that strange undercurrent of unspoken words lingered in the air.

Black Sapphire, meanwhile, couldn’t help but wonder just how long this game between Pure Vanilla and her master would continue and how long she’d have to keep Candy Apple in check.

Candy Apple couldn't help but glare at Pure Vanilla Cookie, causing GingerBrave and his friends to look at her. With them not having a good history with the false faerie down to her act of disrespect to one of their friends, they weren’t as happy.

Pure Vanilla raised an eyebrow, noticing Candy Apple’s glare. He didn’t need to ask to know that it was directed at him, but he chose to ignore it for the moment. Instead, he turned his attention back to Shadow Milk, who was clearly enjoying the chaos.

The grin on Shadow Milk’s face remained, but there was something more hidden beneath the usual teasing—something that hinted at a deeper, more complicated emotion.

The way Shadow Milk's tone shifted from sarcastic to playful made it almost impossible to tell if he was truly annoyed or just playing along. But Pure Vanilla knew better. He could see through the façade.

Candy Apple, still fuming in silence, couldn’t stop glaring at Pure Vanilla. Her jealousy was palpable, but she quickly hid it when she noticed GingerBrave and the others looking in her direction. 

She wasn’t about to let them see how much this bothered her—especially not in front of him. She turned her head, pointing her attention to Pure Vanilla’s group of friends, her arms crossed.

“ Ugh, really? Why does it always have to be you two? ” Candy Apple Cookie whined, her voice whiny and dripping with frustration as she glared at Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk. 

“ It’s always you and him together. .why does he always get all the attention? I’m the one who’s supposed to be by your side, Master! ” She threw her arms out dramatically, pouting and looking up at Shadow Milk as if expecting some kind of validation.

Black Sapphire’s grip on his radio staff tightened, his sly expression changed into one of annoyance, understanding that he couldn’t stop Candy Apple from saying something that would get them both in trouble.

She shuffled closer to him, her bright red eyes practically sparkling with admiration and affection.

“ You know you’re the only one who really matters, right? I mean, who else could possibly handle you like I do? I’m your best servant, your most loyal follower. Just look at me, Shadow Milk! ” She fluttered her eyelashes at him, a love-dopey grin plastered on her face, clearly lost in her own admiration.

Shadow Milk Cookie, visibly irritated, clenched his teeth, his usual smirk twisting into a grimace. " Eh—this again? " His patience was clearly running thin, but he couldn’t help the tiny bit of amusement in his eyes as he glanced at her.

The over-the-top dramatics weren’t exactly unexpected from her, and part of him found it. . almost endearing.

Candy Apple, undeterred, continued, “ You know I’m always here for you, Master. I could never leave your side, not for a second. ” She batted her lashes again, practically sparkling with affection as she gazed adoringly up at him, completely oblivious to the others around her.

Shadow Milk’s eye twitched in annoyance. He was so done with this, and if there was one thing he knew could shut her up, it was a little bit of his usual antics. He raised his hand dramatically, giving Candy Apple the attention she craved for all the wrong reasons.

" Yeah. . Let’s just— “ Shadow Milk sighed, clapping his hands sharply. The sound echoed in the room, and in an instant, Candy Apple froze, her form glowing briefly before she was sucked back into her card with a pop.

The card floated in mid-air, its edges glowing faintly with magic.

The entire room fell into an awkward silence before a figure stepped forward, a calm yet somewhat theatrical sigh escaping their lips. Black Sapphire Cookie, standing at the perfect angle to catch the card, held out his hand, effortlessly snatching it midair.

He gazed at the card in his hand, clearly exasperated. “ Master, must you always make such a show of things? ” he sighed dramatically, the weight of his sigh feeling almost like a grand performance.

He glanced up at Shadow Milk with a raised brow, waiting for him to respond, though her tone wasn’t angry—it was just the sort of resigned, almost amused annoyance that came from working under him for so long.

Shadow Milk merely shrugged, unfazed by the drama. “ What can I say? It’s the price you pay for having me around. Not my fault if she doesn’t know when to zip it. ” He ran a hand through his hair, turning his gaze to Pure Vanilla briefly, then back to Black Sapphire. “ She’ll be fine in there for a while, by the way. You know, cause my powers are all iffy. “ 

The purple-toned cookie knew that wasn’t fully the case. He just didn’t want to deal with Candy Apple’s constant mission to try and please him, especially with what he had on his plate at the current moment.

Black Sapphire shook his head slightly, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “ Of course, Master, ” he muttered dryly. His voice softened as he added, “ Just. . try not to break her next time. I’m the one who’s got to deal with her after all. ”

“ I’ll try, ” Shadow Milk said, his voice turning teasing as he looked at Pure Vanilla. “ But no promises, alright? ” He then sent a mischievous smirk Pure Vanilla’s way, still playfully defiant, though a bit of the tension from their earlier exchange seemed to have eased. Candy Apple’s whiny voice still echoed faintly from the card, but it was muffled and distant now.

At least for the moment, the atmosphere had shifted back into their usual dynamic—one that teetered between chaos and strange affection.

Within the span of a couple of minutes, the group finally made it to the main floor of the spire. The eerie glow of the structure cast long, distorted shadows on the walls, and for once, there was a moment of relative quiet.

Shadow Milk had managed to keep up with his usual bravado for most of the journey, but the second his boots touched solid ground, he wobbled. His usual smug posture faltered, and without much of a warning, his body gave in.

With a dramatic groan, he muttered, “ Go. . figure, ” before his knees buckled, and he crumpled forward.

Black Sapphire, who had already been keeping an eye on him, reacted instantly. He moved swiftly, catching him just before he hit the floor. “  Master, you really do overdo it, ” he said, his voice somewhere between exasperation and amusement as she held him upright.

As Shadow Milk sagged against him, his weight heavier than expected due to sheer exhaustion, he clicked his tongue. “ You can be. .ridiculous sometimes, Master.  ” Despite the complaint, there was a softness to his words, as if he was used to this. Black Sapphire supported him with ease, though it was clear even he wasn’t thrilled about carrying him for long.

And then, because things always had to be inconvenient, Candy Apple’s card twitched. A faint glowing pulse rippled across its surface before, with a loud pop, the red-suited cookie burst out of it, landing on her feet with a flourish.

The second she saw Shadow Milk unconscious, her eyes widened, and she let out the most dramatic gasp. 

“ MASTER! ”  she shrieked, throwing herself toward him as if he’d just been struck down in the middle of battle. “ This can’t be happening! My beloved, my powerful, my undefeatable Master—oh, how cruel fate is to take you from me like this! ”

She was already mid-swoon, ready to drape herself over him, when Black Sapphire smoothly stepped to the side, letting Candy Apple crash onto the ground with an unceremonious thud.

She groaned, rubbing her head. “ Owww! That was so uncalled for! ”

Black Sapphire only let out a dramatic sigh, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves before glancing at Pure Vanilla. “ Would you mind carrying him? I think it's best if i keep. . you know occupied before she manages to get herself into any more trouble. " He asked, shifting Shadow Milk slightly so that he was easier to carry.

Pure Vanilla, who had already stepped forward the moment Shadow Milk had collapsed, nodded without hesitation. “ Of course. I've got him. ”

Black Sapphire let go, and in one smooth motion, Pure Vanilla caught the unconscious beast in his arms. Shadow Milk’s head lolled slightly, his hair spilling over Pure Vanilla’s shoulder, his expression eerily peaceful despite everything.

“ Seriously? ” Wizard Cookie mumbled, adjusting his scarf as he watched the scene unfold. “ We’re just letting this happen? ”

GingerBrave, looking equally stunned, just sighed. “ At this point? Yeah. We are. ”

Black Sapphire exhaled sharply through his nose, tilting his head back in exasperation. “ Candy Apple, ” he started, his voice slow and deliberate, “ For the record, I would love to let you handle this, truly. But do you remember the last time Master was even slightly off-balance?  ”

Candy Apple’s pout deepened, her eyes darting away. “ . . That was one time. ”

“ One time too many, ” Black Sapphire muttered, rubbing his temple. “ I’m not catching him again because you got too excited and tripped over your own feet. ”

Pure Vanilla, meanwhile, adjusted his grip on Shadow Milk, making sure the exhausted beast wasn’t jostled too much. Shadow Milk, still slumped in his arms, let out a faint groan, his usual sharp wit dulled by exhaustion.

“ Y’know, ” he muttered weakly, looking up at Pure Vanilla Cookie with a dopey smile, “ I should be making some kind of snarky comment right now. . . but I’m just gonna. . ” His sentence trailed off as his head lolled slightly against Pure Vanilla’s shoulder.

Pure Vanilla sighed, his golden glow getting brighter around him, “ That’s a first. ”

Candy Apple, still fuming, stomped over and pointed a dramatic finger at Pure Vanilla. “ Fine! But only for now! ” she huffed. “ I will personally make sure Master Shadow Milk Cookie is properly pampered when he wakes up! ”

“ Sure you will, ” Black Sapphire said dryly, already flicking the queen card that Shadow Milk has used on Candy Apple Cookie back into his grasp just in case he needed to shove her inside it again.

[pangaeaseas]

One of the most devious evil things peter pettigrew does is he specifically sets out to ruin Sirius' life. Like we have no idea if betraying James lily and the order would actually be a crime in wizarding Britain, and the fact that Sirius is wanted for the street murders and the betrayal is mentioned later and separately could imply it's not. And we know many death eaters get off Scot free so. Like. Peter might not have been in any legal trouble for what he did. And the ministry and the death eaters are obviously more powerful than the order to hold off any retribution. Remus and Sirius alone are not a super massive threat! Assuming remus evemn believed sirius. Peter probably could have been fine post betrayal. But he decided to screw Sirius over, and also murder a bunch of innocent people which wasn't even necessary for screwing Sirius. And that says a lot about peter, his relationship with Sirius, and probably his relationship with james.

[homestuckreplay]

Fluthlu. Nrub’yiiglith. Oglogoth. ELDRITCH JASPERS

(page 1149-1153; ‘[S]: Enter.’)

[note: I finally gave up on taking screenshots direct from flash. everything in this post comes from this youtube mirror]

I’ve watched this a few times now and it is still near impossible to react to. It is so much all at once, it’s even faster paced than a movie trailer but it has the emotional impact of a full movie because of everything that’s come before it. I want another week off just to watch this over and over and process it because it is hard to do justice to such a visual/auditory experience in words.

This flash incorporates most of page 137 (the Sburb installation), and that flash was also timed perfectly to fit the music – so it had to be the same song to make it work. But this page takes it further, because when miniature panels move onto the screen and displace each other, it’s also perfectly in sync. Is this what dance choreography is like?

The fire motif is present right from the loading screen, and Rose’s house is burning all the way through. I think this is why I don’t entirely click with the kids having elemental affiliations – fire/meteors are seen more generally, and affect everyone (even WV when his bunker takes flight!) so I see that as important overall, not just for one specific character.

Rose

Rose has the most going on here and is really the central character of the flash, so I’ll talk about her first and finish up with a little on each of the other three kids. The meteors over her Sburb title screen make the game look scarier this time around – but in a way it’s less scary, because at least people know what they’re doing, evidenced by how quickly and efficiently her entry almost went.

Dave throwing Rose’s bed into the fire is just like when Rose threw John’s tent into the void (p.616). There’s this very unsettling idea that the kids aren’t allowed to take a moment to rest, which will definitely come into conflict with the importance of dreams.

Jaspers being prototyped manages to be a big dramatic moment even though he has such a goofy, simple cat face, which is really impressive.

Zazzerpan breaks, just as we saw in the future on pages 715 and 757, and it’s hard to make sense of in the chaos of the flash. But as I understand it – Dave uses him to smash open the cruxtruder, then drops him outside, where his hand and orb fall off. Pillars of lightning and fire strike, and that or his wizard magic toss him back into the air. The orb hand flies, knocking Rose’s entry item off the stupidly and precariously placed alchemiter (at which point Dave is already reaching for the Eldritch Princess Doll for Tier 2 Prototyping – whose idea was this?) The bottle flies into the waterfall, and Rose knows it’ll be carried by the current. She gets a devious, calculating look and leaps after it. She catches it, and would fall to her death (?) if she wasn’t rescued by Eldritch Jaspers’ long stretchy knitted arms pulling her back to the house.

If Rose is scared here, she doesn’t show it. She has the true mad scientist ethos of being willing to do whatever it takes no matter how dangerous. And a zoologically dubious cat is the PERFECT pet/mad scientist lab assistant for her, just like OG Jaspers and Vodka Mutini might’ve been Mom’s lab assistants.

Rose’s pre-punched card being a bottle is another obvious link to Mom, who hasn’t been seen since ‘WV: Ascend’. Just like John, Rose’s card doesn’t only produce the item (bottle, apple), but also Something That Provides The Item (liquor cabinet, tree). The item is the same color and texture as the cruxite that produces it, and these special entry items work differently to all other alchemy.

I did some research on symbolism of bottles – apparently in the Bible they can symbolize preservation or fragility, and in other contexts they can symbolize the womb or confinement. There’s also the ‘message in a bottle’ idea that feels relevant since this one almost got thrown out to sea. The bottle needs to be broken for Rose to enter – or specifically, uncorked, as WV’s command station turns out to be the cork in a larger bottle buried in the ruins of Rose’s house. Uncorking (or smashing) a bottle, just like biting an apple, can’t be undone. Entering the Medium is a one way street, something is destroyed and permanently changed in the process.

Both entry items relate to food, as does the third one we know of – the ‘eggy lokin thign [sic]’ (p.240) – though as they’re all made of cruxite, they might not be edible. Rose’s bottle comes from a liquor cabinet, already a major feature of her house, and John’s apple comes from a tree, and he, too, has a tree in his yard – these things come to the Medium with them. I think as part of Sburb indexing a player’s house for the server player, transportation to the Medium, and provide options for alchemy, it also chooses an entry item tailored to the specific player, and the shared meaning of the items will become clearer when we have all four.

Rose waits until the last possible moment to smash the bottle, just like John with the apple. Unlike with John, there’s a moment where we can see Rose’s house flicker and vanish with the meteor BARELY above it, as though the whole thing was being selected with the cursor, plucked from its foundations and dragged somewhere else.

Dave

Character development moment: Dave drinks the apple juice from his closet and it isn’t piss. He also draws Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff with a mouse, and while he’s still trying to make it bad on purpose – setting the quality slider to 0 – it’s hard to draw anything recognizable with a mouse. I know that making intentionally ‘bad’ art is its own skill, but I have a lot of questions about what Dave’s ‘good’ visual art would look like, what medium he would use, and if he actually knows what he’s capable of in practice or if he’s too scared of that kind of vulnerability.

Dave gets attacked by crows mid-flash as they all burst through the gaffa taped window hole, and I think this has something to do with the beta discs. They were first stolen by a crow, which died for its efforts, and more and more crows have been circling since. And here on the same page that we see the discs appear somewhere else, the crows attack. A DISTACTION, perhaps, while something else scoops up the discs? If the OG crow turns out to want the discs for something more than just being rambunctious it will be the biggest plot twist in Homestuck.

Jade

Jade doesn’t do much! She lass scampers into the mystic ruins and takes the elevator, and I like that she suddenly looks scared when confronted with the lotus flower and countdown. She’s never seen this in a vision and doesn’t know what to do with it, and maybe for a moment – before she falls asleep – she regrets her decision to come in here. The flower opens to reveal the same white, glowing spirograph that Bec was guarding billions of years ago (p.1073), the one that the ruins possibly sprung up to protect. And when the timer ends, the spirograph drops Dave’s juice-stained beta discs, as stolen by a RAMBUNCTIOUS CROW on April 13, 2009 (p.353).

If Jade is a pawn in Skaia’s grand plan, then she does need to access the Medium – and apparently, she needs to access it while awake, not just in dreams. But the timer in Rose’s lab could have been counting for up to 10,000 years, while the mystic ruins timer could be up to 10 billion years, and the furthest we’ve seen something appearified or sendificated is a few hundred years. Setting up a time loop to the earliest days of Earth is a whole different level. Did Bec know exactly what he was guarding, or did he just know it was important? And is there anything – beyond the general importance of time loops to the story – that makes this specific pair of discs special, meaning Jade has to have these, not another set?

John

Nanna writes her note in John’s new Colonel Sassacre’s (first seen on p.759) with glowing blue text eye beams, and intentionally drops it into the void below. I originally thought the message was from pre-death Nanna as the text was black, but apparently it’s just aged. Which means that Nanna didn’t necessarily know anything about Sburb before she was prototyped, and everything could come from her NPC programming. But more importantly, this proves that the new Sassacre’s from John’s magic chest (p.8) and the aged Sassacre’s from Dad’s safe (p.542) are the same book in an extended timeloop, and from now on I’m assuming that whenever we see two of the same item, it’s the same item traveling through time. Bro’s shades + Dave’s original shades are a possibility.

We get a brief glimpse of a shimmering blue land with pockets of light below gray clouds – perhaps ‘the place where the constellations dance beneath the clouds’ where John’s ‘true work may begin’ (p.895). It looks both luminous and ominous, positioned as it is between those two planets. And seeing John’s house zoom out on pages 1150-1152 – an extension of the zoom out on page 250, where we first saw John’s house alone in the void – I’m reminded of the Wayward Vagabond’s planets on page 703. The one on the right has gray clouds too, although black instead of dark blue, so hard to say for definite.

John fights better in a suit!! I genuinely believe this – he designed an outfit for himself, and it was something that made him feel cool and mature and important, and that’s just as crucial to winning a fight as all his new weapons. And the gate is very magic portal the way it glows all around him and holds him suspended in mid air. That’s two out of three acts that have ended with John getting portaled to another location.

Final thoughts

I honestly could go on forever. While I’m obsessed with this flash, it feels more like a huge moment of change in the story than tying up throughlines of Act 3. The ‘Dear X…’ notes do get tied up here, but the other recurring ideas have been gifts/presents/the mail, the trolls and their impact on the kids’ lives, and Jade’s island/the mystic ruins as a focal point. We do see inside the mystic ruins, but in a way that only creates more mysteries, not providing closure or new information.

Instead, this flash massively advances the story, taking us through Rose’s entire process of entering the Medium and having her sprite prototyped twice, and giving Jade the Sburb discs – something that was a major quest for both John and Dave, but just happens here. Rose’s ‘Let’s make shit take place.’ (p.1148) meant way more than just starting the game – Act 4 is going to be very different now that these huge changes have happened, there are zero known barriers to Dave entering the game, and if John is going down to the sparkly blue planet it’s believable that all four of them could be in the Medium by EOA4. The possibilities feel wide open in an absolutely thrilling way.

Surely Act 4 will happen immediately, and not be interrupted by any---

[ttrpg-smash-pass-vs]

The lich! The most notorious of undead that the book describes as devious, insatiable, and versatile! This is the standard (and weakest) variety, just a normal humanoid wizard who refused to die. Now as for abilities they can return from the dead, magically frighten everyone nearby, and drain people's life! The main sell on this is the magic, having a good 23 spells prepared at any given time. These can be anything, with the example ones letting them fly, teleport, blind or weaken you, or summon a spectral hand!

Ok but seriously why the hell do they have such an hourglass silhouette? Like even without the flare of the robe, that's like a hell of a hip-waist ration. I guess those pants are just really puffy? Do you think they stuffed them? Why? For looks? Would make sense I guess, as that's the only reason for a plate top with distinct breast cups. To serve an ornamental purpose, like those sets with really exaggerated codpieces. Not like the Lich expect you to ever get close enough to hit.

[aethon-recs]

Hi! Thank you for all your recs. I have downloaded most of them and read most of them during my 2 weeks family vacation. They were great. I was wondering if you could recommend me any tomarry crack fics that are hilarious.

This was such a fun ask, thank you for sending this in! I had a ton of fun revisiting some old favorites in this ship that made me laugh and cry-laugh and then laugh some more. As I was rereading and sorting through the fics on this list, I noticed a few recurring themes that came up... coffeeshop AUs, social media fics, funeral-themed fics(!???), and a myriad of food-themed fics. 

I really hope you enjoy this selection of hilarious silly clever witty cracky takes on Tomarrymort 🤍

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Tomarrymort Crack Recs

A Slice of Heaven by jellybeantarot (M, 3k, complete)

Tom is a sex worker under an agency that masks as a pizzeria, Harry orders a large sausage pizza, and yep, that's a dick in a pizza box.

almost got in a knife fight after work (a thread) / things i’ve learned since dating knife boy (a follow-up thread) by chaoscookiescrimes  (T, 2k, complete)

just Harry @'thechosenone' All im saying is a pocketknife is a purchase you’ll almost never regret.

and they were roommates by @purplemineralwater (M, 3k, complete)

Tom and Harry, roommates and stars of Gogglebox, are adored by their fans. Unbeknown to them, the fans of the show want them to be more than friends.

cam and get it by @swoontodeath (E, 3k, WIP)

Harry Potter isn't one for pornography. He's got a perfectly adequate imagination, thank you very much, not to mention a fully functional right hand. One accidental glimpse of Tom Riddle's arse, though, threatens to change everything.

Coffee Moste Evile by @wynnefic (T, 4k, complete)

After graduating Hogwarts, Tom finds work at Borgin & Burke's, where he diligently sells the darkest of arts(-themed coffee and pastries).

Dark Lord Coffee by @being-luminous (T, 4k, complete)

In which Voldemort runs his empire from a coffee shop, and wizards are generally very ridiculous.

Dearly Beloved by @wynnefic (T, 3k, complete)

Worn down after countless demands, Harry breaks and finally goes on a date with the incredibly ostentatious, vain, and self-absorbed Tom Marvolo Riddle the Third. A few days later, he attends Tom's funeral, which goes much better.

Do You Want Fries With That? (part 1) / Tom's Time Has Fry-nally Come (part 2) by jellybeantarot (T, 16k, complete)

Harry really needed some money, Dumbledore needed someone to dress up as Wendy, and Tom was the only one with the desperation to be Ronald McDonald.

found you sleeping in my coffin by @the-wig-is-a-metaphor (M, 6k, complete)

Harry gets turned into a vampire. For better or worse, Tom is there to help.

Full circle by tetsurashian (NR, 67k, WIP)

Harry and Tom’s souls are tied together. Which is why they’re in this endless loop of rebirth. At some point, they stopped caring and just started fucking with people.

Harry James [Redacted] by @duplicitywrites (T, 24k, WIP)

It had been three weeks since Harry had mistakenly landed in the 1970s, given his name to Dumbledore as Harry James, and been re-Sorted as a Slytherin. He's now broken the timeline, busted his parents' first date, and potentially botched his chances of ever being born. And, just maybe, he's also caught the attention of a certain rising Dark Lord.

Harry Potter and the—Well, Anything But This by @cindle-writes (E, 21k, WIP)

It’s 12 years after the war has ended that Death sends Harry back in time to fix the timeline and save his soulmate. Except there's one catch. Harry has to start over again from his first year.

Hiss Hiss by @vdoshu (G, 1k, complete)

Harry goes to buy himself a pet for Christmas. Tom sees this as an opportunity.

Inventing Paradoxes (part 1) / Deconstructing Paradoxes (part 2) by @perhaps-sunlight (G, 75k, complete)

When budding Dark Lord Tom Riddle overhears a prophecy predicting his demise at the hands of Harry Potter, he hatches a devious and brilliant plan: befriend the enemy, master the power-that-he-knows-not, and then eliminate him.

Keeping Your Human-Child Horcrux Happy in Captivity; A Guide to Enrichment (part 1) / The Horcrux Hotline (part 2) by @cannibalinc (M, 9k, complete)

A self-improvement series for Dark Lords with troublesome human-horcruxes. 

Local Preteens Entrap Murderous Wraith (You Won’t Believe What Happens Next) by @being-luminous (T, 22k, complete)

Harry, Ron, and Hermione discover a spell. They decide to perform it, and no one is pleased with the result.

Magically Delicious by @dividawrites, @duplicitywrites (E, 10k, complete)

Draco Malfoy is selling 'Voldemort Bathwater Boxes' at Hogwarts for questionable, unknown reasons. Harry is more curious than he should be, and this has disastrous consequences for everyone... but mostly for Harry.

no amount of therapy can help by @the-wig-is-a-metaphor (G, 2k, WIP)

The entire internet is aware of occultist youtuber Lord Voldemort's infatuation with niche content creator JustHarry. The entire internet is baffled.

no helping hand by TheOnceandFutureQueenofTarts (M, 2k, complete)

Harry just wants to have a wank; Voldemort just wants to make that as difficult and unsatisfying as possible.

Once a Paw a Time by @youlighttheskyfanfiction (T, 3k, complete)

In which Tom is still Tom, and Harry is a black cat intent on making Tom miserable. Or happy. Who knows? Certainly not Harry the cat who is absolutely just a normal cat.

Oversight by @dividawrites (E, 21k, WIP)

Voldemort’s resurrection ritual doesn’t go as smoothly as he’d planned. He requires assistance and there’s only one person he can ask—the boy tied to his father’s gravestone.

Prison Blues by @metalomagnetic (E, 68k, WIP)

Harry and Voldemort find themselves locked up in a mysterious prison.

r/AITA by @seagate-blog (G, 3k, complete)

A budding relationship seen through the eyes of Reddit posts.

Right in Front of My Salad? by IceLynx (T, 2k, complete)

In which Draco Malfoy is dead in the kitchen, Harry is regretting moving in with his boyfriend, and Tom has never been more in love.

Stories Told at Your Funeral by IceLynx (G, 5k, complete)

Tom Riddle fakes his death. To Harry Potter, the man in charge of Tom's funeral, it's all very vexing. Harry might be an undertaker, but this is a very different undertaking.

Terms and Conditions May Apply by @duplicitywrites (T, 17k, WIP)

Lord Voldemort gets one chance at a new life. This new chance comes with a lot of conditions.

The Potter Problem by Icefall (T, 8k, complete)

During his twenty-fourth time loop, Lord Voldemort meets Harry Potter at a Muggle nightclub.

The Way to a Man’s Heart by @mosiva (T, 26k, complete)

Tom has an unknown nemesis. Harry has Tom’s lunch.

The Voice of Victory by @vdoshu (T, 3k, complete)

Lord Voldemort loves a good villain speech. Harry’s just the sort to interrupt him.

Thigh High by @kushimanii (T, 400, complete)

There, covering Harry’s long, smooth legs, were the most horrifying things Tom had ever seen. And Harry was lying in their bed with them. Tom knew what his new Boggart was.

Until Midnight Comes by @dividawrites (E, 26k, complete)

A few years after the war Harry reluctantly attends a party at Malfoy Manor. He drinks a few too many and runs into a handsome man called Tom. What happens after is definitely not a drunken error in judgement—it’s love at first, blurry sight instead.

Welcome to the Cultys by @duplicitywrites (E, 12k, WIP)

Harry had two main regrets in his life: 1. Asking the question “What if I set up a mock awards show to get cult leaders to show up for my thesis study?” 2. Responding with “That is hilarious” when Ron had suggested they call the awards show 'The Cultys'.

Would You Still Love Me? by @chiocchi (M, comic/artwork, WIP)

"Harry, would you still love me if I was a snake?" Harry knows how this question works. No matter how deranged and unreasonable it is, he has to say yes. A notion he may come to regret once Tom's questions start to get darker and oddly specific.

yer a monster fucker, harry by @exarite (M, 3k, complete)

Voldemort suggests they fake a relationship. It's a reasonable suggestion, so of course Harry says yes.

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[kimberbohwrites]

Chapter Three: Closer

<<Chapter Two | Chapter Four (coming soon)>>

Summary: After the events of Baldur’s Gate 3, Tav has stayed in touch with Rolan and his siblings. She visits weekly to volunteer at Ramazith Tower as a healer for the refugees in the city. Her growing crush on the wizard finally comes to a head one night and her feelings for Rolan are made clear. This is a romantic, sm*tty, and angsty story dealing with trauma and of course includes a healthy dose of miscommunication and misunderstanding.

Tags: N$FW SMÚT below the break, Angst and Fluff and Sm*t, Friends to Lovers, Tieflings, Unnamed Tav, Misunderstandings, Human Tav, Semi-Public S*x, Background bloodweave, rolan is down bad, tav is down bad, everyone is down badIdiots in Love, POV Rolan PIV S*x, Enthusiastic Consent, Biting, Mating Bites, First Time, Desk S*x, Neck Kissing, Romance, Getting Together, C*nnilingus, Bl*w Jobs, angst, f*ngering

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The days crawled by and Tav couldn’t help but be eager about their upcoming date. Letting herself feel the excitement came at a cost. If it had been hard to go about her day-to-day tasks without distraction before, it was hopeless now. For so long she had been satisfied with her solitary way of life — she was happy and fulfilled. But now she noticed how much lighter her heart felt when she pictured his smile and heard the sound of his laugh in her memory. She loved that such a grouchy and serious man could also be a tad silly and romantic. Her brain reeled when she thought of that word — love. Sure, she’d had her fair share of relationships in the past. But love? Never. The thought of tying herself to a person or place was terrifying for her, even if that person was Rolan.

Then there were the less wholesome memories that distracted her. The times when she found herself flushed and thinking about his devious smile above her as she laid beneath him in his bed. Or the heated way his bare skin felt on hers. She felt almost desperate, the way her whole body seemed to yearn for his made her nervous.

She tried to shake the complicated mix of feelings away and redouble her efforts on her chores. It brought her a lot of joy to grow and prepare remedies and potions for those most vulnerable in the city. It was almost heartbreaking to her; how wary people usually were of her at first when they came in seeking treatment. Then there’s the bittersweet moment when they’re surprised to find out there is no catch, she’s just there to help for nothing in return. To her it seemed, Baldur’s Gate existed to grind people down and it tended to be those in need who suffered the worst of it.

Her homestead was so simple in comparison to the big city. A sturdy one room cabin with a large shed in its shadow that sat on a bit of land, split a stream running to the River Chionthar. The trees of the woods formed the horizon, leaving ample sunlight for growing the fruits and vegetables she also donated in large portions. Becoming the “hero of Baldur’s Gate” had come with it’s share of rewards and lavish gifts she hadn’t been able to refuse. So much so that she could probably live humbly, but comfortably, for the rest of her days. The bounty of the earth could provide for so many who might otherwise go hungry, why would she demand money when they have none?

That didn’t stop her from allowing a few posh upper-city households she’d befriended during her adventures to buy a small portion of her goods to fill their larders. It offset the costs of getting the ingredients she needed for healing that she couldn’t grow herself. Having the gold of the wealthy go toward caring for the poor made her feel a certain sense of justice, like maybe there could be hope for the Gate.

A few days before when she was due back in the city to volunteer and for their date, a letter arrived with an elegant wax seal from Ramazith Tower. Her nose dipped to the rolled parchment hoping to catch the scent of the sender. A grin split her face when she picked up that familiar smell of cedar mixed with the smell of the parchment — Rolan. Inside he’d left suggestions on what she might want to wear for their date, something she’d be comfortable walking in, as well as some general updates on how he and his siblings were getting on. Those words weren’t what caused her heart to flutter in her chest, that honor was reserved for the three words at the top. She’d keep coming back to the letter every few hours to read them again and pour over the beautiful handwriting where he’d written, “My darling Tav,”.

She was elated she’d taken Lia’s advice the morning after Alfira’s birthday party. Honestly, she really had just wanted to hear how things had gone with Dammon when she followed Lia to her room. They had become the very best of friends over the last several months, she’d admired her since they’d fought their way out of Moonrise Towers. Although now that she thought about it — maybe she’d admired her from the moment she first saw her, chewing Rolan out in the Druid Grove.

It hadn’t taken long for Lia to turn the conversation to her big brother. She’d caught on to her developing crush on Rolan months ago. The very first time she’d caught her giggling while leaning over a table and talking to him while he worked, in fact. Tav had confessed when Lia had confronted her and had dutifully kept her secret ever since. She’d known Lia was about to bring him up by the sudden change in her attitude.

“So, what did he do that has you looking so down? Do I need to talk to him?” She’d asked almost menacingly.

“It’s nothing like that Lia, it’s my fault,” Tav had sighed, “I tried to make my move so to speak and — I just don’t think he likes me like that.” Tav tried to avert her gaze from Lia’s so she couldn’t see how much that hurt her.

Lia had done her best to not look grossed out at the idea of Tav making a move on her brother.

“You know, you’re like the most eligible bachelorette in this city — you could probably be with anyone,” Lia had joked, but Tav knew she secretly thought the world of her brother.

“I don’t want just anyone,” Tav had said sadly.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t either,” Lia had muttered and then brightened up, “so… go talk to him— he’s probably in his study. Plus, you can check if he’s mad about the whole Dammon thing for me.” She’d added slyly.

Tav took some convincing, but Lia was unrelenting. Eventually she’d given in even though she’d been more nervous than the times she’d faced the dread plots of dark gods. The look Lia had given her when she was leaving Ramazith Tower later that day, when Rolan had slipped her the sweetest kiss on the forehead, was her classic “I told you so” face.

The night of their date arrived at last. After closing up her stall at Sorcerous Sundries for the day, she’d changed into her nicest pants and a top she’d borrowed from Lia. Although Lia had insisted on it being a gift to Tav when she remembered the date was with her brother. She’d washed and brushed out her long hair beforehand, forgoing her usual simple bun to wear her hair down. She even let Lia help her put on a little makeup.

“Wow— you look — wow,” Rolan said when they met up out front of the tower. He almost seemed tense, and she could certainly empathize. She couldn’t help but feel a little nervous too, like tonight was special in a way she didn’t yet fully understand.

Rolan was wearing dark pants and a casual but clean white tunic that contrasted beautifully against his ruby skin. The dark brown hair he usually wore half up was tied back allowing the devastatingly attractive angle of this jawline to steal her breath.

“You also look wow,” She laughed away her nerves and reached for his hand to break the tension. It worked wonderfully. He accepted her hand eagerly and hitched up a pack he had slung over his shoulder.

“You don’t usually wear your hair down, it looks beautiful,” he cleared his throat, “you look beautiful.”

“Rolan, you big softie,” she murmured while popping up on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek.

He rolled his eyes and glowered, the effect somewhat lessened by the blush on his cheeks and the happy swish of his tail.

“Let’s go, we’ve should start walking if we want to make it in time,” He responded as he started off, her hand still firmly in his.

Tav was glad she had waited to find out what he had meant by ‘make it in time’. Rolan and her walked along the river and down to the seashore. They talked about what they’d been up to since they’d seen each other last and day to day activities at the Tower. She quickly grew to love the feeling of holding hands with him, even if they’d gotten a few disapproving looks from passers-by along the way. Initially she’d thought that Rolan hadn’t noticed, but the angry flicks of his tail and the quickened pace he set made her realize that he had. She pressed closer to Rolan and silently hoped he understood what she meant by it.

They’d had to walk a little further to find someplace where the pollution from the city wasn’t as evident. She frowned at the littered bottles and the shine of oil on the surface of the water. Finally, they’d reached an area deemed satisfactory by Rolan. From within the pack, he produced a blanket which he’d set out. He invited her to sit down on it. While she got comfortable, he’d also grabbed a bottle of wine and two cups from the pack. The familiar label caught her eye, and he noticed the curious look on her face with a smile.

“The wine from the party at the Emerald Grove, it always reminds me of you,” he said coyly.

He poured them each a glass and sat down next to her on the blanket.

“I’m glad we made it before sunset,” He added. Tav hadn’t spoken, she was too overwhelmed with emotion. Her heart raced and she sipped at the wine, trying to resist the urge to confess her love to the wizard right then and there. She remembered to smile back at him almost too late. As she stared at his face in the brilliant last rays of sunlight before the sunset, she prayed a silent prayer to the Oakfather that she could hold on to the memory of this moment forever.

“What?” He said looking a little annoyed but with a subtle blush as he noticed the intensity of her stare.

“You have freckles,” she said trying to quell the panic as she substituted those three words for the three words her brain was commanding her heart not to say. His blush ceased being subtle. She cleared her throat and stared out at the water.

“This is perfect, Rolan, thank you,” she said softly after a moment.

“Surely you didn’t think this was it, Tav?” He said with that classic confidence she found so attractive. He reached into the half-full pack and grabbed a few small containers. With the wave of his hand, a small bonfire sprung up on the sand a safe distance from their blanket, but close enough to keep them warm.

“I put together a few snacks I thought would go well with the wine,” He grinned as he opened the lids of the containers to show off an assortment of dried fruits and meats, cheeses, and dark chocolate. Tav’s eyes widened when she saw the chocolate — it was a rare treat and also her favorite sweet. It was an indulgent love she’d told very few people about.

“I may have asked my sister for advice on the food,” he said sheepishly as he noticed her happy reaction.

“I love it,” she said surging forward to kiss him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, one hand already finding it’s way into his beautiful brunette hair. His strong arms pulled her into his lap. She deepened the kiss with her opened mouth, failing to contain a slight whine of need when she felt their tongues embrace. When they broke for air, Rolan nipped and kissed down her jaw.

“We’re. Going. To. Miss. The. Sunset.” He said, each word punctuated by a soft nip of teeth or kiss down her jaw and throat. She shuddered slightly at each touch, writhing against his lap. He groaned and pulled away. Tav couldn’t help but pout, but she didn’t want to ruin what he had clearly worked hard in planning.

She felt his hands on her hips turning her around in his lap. He opened his legs to position her between them with her back against his chest.

“Is this okay?” he asked. She nodded eagerly in response; grateful she wasn’t facing him because she was sure an idiotic grin was plastered across her face. He wrapped an arm around her middle and used the other to help them grab their cups and snacks as they chatted and watched the sunset. Sometimes he surprised her by feeding her a bite and rewarding her with a soft kiss to the back of her neck that left her trembling. The sunset was spectacular. Hues of pink splashed across the sky as twilight overtook the day. It felt like it had been painted just for them.

When the last of the light vanished from the horizon and the stars began to shine through the blanket of darkness in the night sky, Rolan waved a hand to dim their campfire. Tav couldn’t help but gasp slightly as the reality of how dark it had gotten became clear to her. She felt him lean forward against her back and bring his lips down to ear.

“Now for my surprise for you,” He said in a dusky whisper that ran up her spine like a chill, “don’t move.”

His arm left her waist as he chanted a spell that she thought she’d heard before, raising both arms above them. Colorful magic erupted from his fingertips, blooming into massive fireworks in the night sky above them. Booming explosions of blue and purple that stole Tav’s breath, so large they were probably seen from the city and boats out at sea. She leaned back against Rolan’s chest with her head on his shoulder as she looked directly up at the fantastic spectacle, she noticed Rolan wasn’t looking at the sky anymore but over at her instead.

“Is this,” She cleared her throat a little, finding herself once again struggling with a flood of emotions which threatened to overwhelm her, “the trick from the Grove party?”

“Yes, it’s what it was supposed to look like if I hadn’t gotten… distracted,” he said as the fireworks faded away.

“Distracted?” She laughed. “You’ve clearly been practicing! That was incredible!”

Tav felt his lips on the back of her neck once more and the familiar heat creep up inside her once more.

“You… are very distracting,” he said planting soft kisses just behind her ear.

She twisted around quickly and pressed her lips to his, so unexpectedly she bowled him over on to his back. Climbing on top of him, she kissed him with a passionate need as her hands wandered down to where his shirt was tucked into his pants.

“Not here,” He moaned between kisses, “Not outside in the sand.”

“Need you,” She panted into his mouth, “Don’t want to wait for the walk back.” Respecting his wishes, she whined as she pulled back to study his face.

“I’ve got one more surprise, to help with that,” He puffed, noticeably shifting a bulge in his pants as he sat up. Tav cocked her head curiously at him as she sat back on the blanket.

“I wanted to try my plan for how we’ll get to the wedding in Waterdeep in a few months, if that’s okay?” He breathed excitedly. Tav nodded nervously in response. Rolan helped her to her feet and produced one last item from his pack, a scroll. He carefully packed away the blanket and other items from their date. He unrolled the scroll and took her hand, Tav could see his handwriting all over the parchment. Arcane looking drawings and calculations littered the page. He looked over at her with a confident smile and then back to the page as he began to chant the spell. For a moment his eyes glowed and she could swear he hovered slightly above the sand. She was in awe of how powerful he was becoming, clearly studying hard and devoting himself to his work.

A shimmer started in front of them that transformed into a swirling vortex of magic, as Rolan chanted. Before long the vortex cracked open with an electric buzz, becoming a portal. He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and lead her through the opening he had summoned. A rush of rosewater scented Weave permeated her senses for a moment. As she opened her eyes again, she saw they were back at the Tower. In the middle of his study to be specific.

“Damnation I hadn’t meant to end up here,” he said looking around exasperated. He dropped her hand to set the pack down.

“Where were we supposed to end up?” She asked nervously.

“I was aiming for out front, like a gentleman, but my mind wandered here,” he said with his signature hint of frustration.

“Am I distracting you again? Why did your mind wander here, Rolan?” She said as she moved closer to him. Tav was determined to snap him out of his frustration over the spell. She pouted her lip slightly and looked up at him through her eyelashes.

“Gods, you minx, you are making that face on purpose,” He gritted out, looking flushed as he continued, “I was thinking of the last time we were here together.”

She pressed herself flush against him now, arching her back as she pulled his head down slightly to where she could whisper in his ear.

“Did you want to take me on your desk, Rolan?” She breathed into his ear, letting her lips brush the sensitive point. She felt his hands clutch her hips tight.

“Gods, Tav, Yes,” He panted.

“So do it now,” she said as she leaned back to look up at him once more. His hair had partially fallen out of the bun from their kissing on the beach, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were consumed with lust. The look on his face made her drip with need.

When she made eye contact again, all of Rolan’s control snapped as he lunged forward to kiss her. She could see that part of him that had worked so hard to be the perfect gentleman all night burn away with desire. His rugged arms clutched her tight to him and pushed her back across the room at the same time. Before long she felt the hard edge of his desk against her hip.

“Now what have I told you?” He said breathily as he broke away for air, “Don’t be greedy.” His lips and teeth brushed against the spot on her neck that never failed to unravel her. It shouldn’t surprise her the wizard was such a quick study. She couldn’t help but throw her head back and moan loudly with desire.

“Please, Rolan, please,” She begged as he nipped and sucked at that spot even harder, surely leaving evidence of their coupling. The thought made her ever hotter.

“Please… what?” He responded as his lips broke from her skin only so he could grab her face with a firm but gentle hand, looking right into her eyes. Her heart lurched when she saw her own lust and need reflected on his face.

“Please, fuck me Rolan,” She whined sweetly.

His hands dropped to her butt to swiftly lift her up onto his desk, then quickly pulled her shirt over her head. In a flurry of hands and lips they removed the clothes separating them. Neither of them bothering to look where any of their garments had landed in the fray. He moaned into her mouth as their bare skin pressed together, always so warm against her. She couldn’t help but make a desperate little sound as he stepped back from her to take her in, allowing her to admire him at the same time.

The freckles she had noted earlier continued across his perfect scarlet skin. Ridges covered his body, creating a tapestry across his body that her hands wanted to trace every inch of. She noted with eagerness, that there were even ridges on his hardened length, which he stroked slightly as he sized her up.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Tav,” He said unflinchingly as he reached out with his other hand and tucked a loose hair behind her ear, “I can’t believe you want me,”

Rolan, I love you. Her mind screamed and she bit her lips hard to keep the words inside. She couldn’t think rationally right now, and this wasn’t the time to blurt it out.

“I need you, Rolan, please,” She begged again, feeling her need dripping onto the cool desk beneath her.

He pressed close again and kissed her hard, a hand finding her folds and slipping a finger inside of her. She arched into the kiss with a loud moan.

“Fuck, Tav, you’re dripping for me, aren’t you?” He groaned between kisses.

“Please,” Her mind was blank. Only her need for Rolan remained. “Please,” she whined again, it was all she could manage.

“I promise next time I’ll tease you longer, but I need you too,” he said as he gently pushed her back to lay down on the desk. He teased the head of his cock up and down her dripping need, eliciting more desperate whines from her. Then he pushed into her. She could have sworn her heart stopped. She felt every inch and ridge inside her as he filled her ever so slowly. He let out a grunt when he bottomed out in her. Tav’s hands clawed at the desk as her back instinctively arched up into him, moaning his name loudly.

“You feel fucking perfect,” He growled slightly. All Tav could do was nod in response as she breathed and adjusted to the size of him. After giving her time, he began to fuck her slowly but firmly. He lifted her legs up and held them to keep her open for him. Her brain couldn’t find the words, if it could she would have told him that no other lover had ever felt so good inside of her.

After a few minutes of letting her adjust to the pace, he increased the speed. Letting one of her legs drop over his shoulder, he reached down between her legs to stroke her clit gently. Tav wailed in response, her eyes rolling back into her head as he hit that perfect spot within her with each thrust. Coupled with his hand, it didn’t take long for him to make her come. She did so, screaming his name as she clenched and came on his cock. He fucked her through it, whispering words of praise she could barely comprehend in her current state.

He groaned hard and gasped her name at the feeling of her climax. He dropped her legs and craned down to kiss her. Needing more, he climbed onto his desk to cage his body over hers. He swiped at what remained on the desk to make more room, neither of them bothering to look at what had crashed down to the floor. His strokes were faster and harder now, she could feel him start to shudder and gasp as he got closer to his own release. He kissed and sucked on her jaw again, working his way down the other side of her neck that hadn’t yet been marked.

“Where— “He growled against her neck.

“Inside, please,” She gasped. Understanding his meaning, she canted her hips up to take him deeper.

He moaned loudly at the sensation and then bit down on her neck. The combination of pain and pleasure took her over the edge once more and she screamed Rolan’s name at the top of her lungs as she came again. At the same time, she felt the throbbing of his cock as he finished deep inside her. He grunted her name as his hips stuttered against hers. She could feel where his sharpened teeth had punctured her skin and knew that she’d surely look worse for wear tomorrow. He panted loudly as he gently sagged down on top of her, still supporting part of his own weight on his arms and legs.

“Was that? Good?” He puffed out, letting a hint of uncertainty show.

“Gods, Rolan, it was perfect” She gasped between breaths as she tried to slow her heart which currently pounded in her chest. He kissed her neck, and she could feel him smile against her skin.

After a few moments he left and brought her back a glass of water and a towel. He cared for her and helped her get cleaned up. Every few minutes she noticed he would kiss some part of her again, like he couldn’t go too long without showing his affection. Eventually he helped her to his bed, still lavishing gentle kisses on her as he wrapped himself around her, they nodded off in each others' arms.

If only she was brave enough to tell him that with every kiss, she fell a little more in love with him. It was the last thought she remembered as she fell asleep to the sound of Rolan’s steady breaths as he slept.

Dividers by @ Olenvasynyt on tumblr

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[gorogues]

Spoilers for comics in April 2025!

You can see the solicitations in full at Adventures In Poor Taste.

First up: the Absolute Flash Rogues.

ABSOLUTE FLASH #2 Written by JEFF LEMIRE Art and cover by NICK ROBLES Variant covers by JORGE CORONA, CHRISTIAN WARD, and CLAYTON CRAIN 1:25 variant cover by ANDREW MacLEAN 1:50 variant cover by JORGE CORONA $4.99 US | 32 pages | Variant $5.99 US (card stock) ON SALE 4/16/25 Wally West is on the run from his dad and the rest of Fort Fox, and while his new-found abilities are terrifying him, he needs to find a way to use them to make his escape. But how will he handle the elite group his father sent to bring him back?

There's no indication of Weather Wizard in the Flash solicitation, but here it is anyway.

THE FLASH #20 Written by SIMON SPURRIER Art by VASCO GEORGIEV Cover by MIKE DEL MUNDO Variant covers by JEFF SPOKES and LEIRIX 1:25 variant cover by VASCO GEORGIEV Foil variant cover by DANNY EARLS $3.99 US | 32 pages | Variant $4.99 US (card stock) ON SALE 4/23/25 The moon has become a battleground in the war to end all wars. On one side: Wally West. And Wally West. And Wally West. Using his newfound powerset gained after the Justice League’s battle with Darkseid, he’s split himself hundreds of times, into an army of TEMPS, as Wally keeps going while spreading himself thinner and thinner. On the other side: Eclipso, reborn in a terrifying new form. After razing Skartaris, he’s built a new army, and taken control of the Moon, in his quest to replace Darkseid as the ultimate expression of existential evil. But, Eclipso isn’t the only one attempting the fill the void left by Darkseid’s death, as the Temp Wally on the Watchtower with the Justice League is fast learning… It’s a rumble over all sides of the Moon, as the ALL IN era of the Fastest Man Alive enters its first event: Bad Moon Rising!

The next three solicits feature Len and Grodd as part of the Legion of Doom. Something weird is going on, and it's possible it isn't really them.

BATMAN/SUPERMAN: WORLD’S FINEST #38 Written by MARK WAID Art by CLAYTON HENRY Cover by DAN MORA Variant covers by GAVIN GUIDRY and ADRIÁN GUTIÉRREZ 1:25 variant cover by ELIZABETH TORQUE April Fools’ variant cover by BRANDT & STEIN $3.99 US | 32 pages | Variant $4.99 US (card stock) ON SALE 4/16/25 “We Are Yesterday” part one of six. The sinister psychic powers of the devious Gorilla Grodd have the Man of Steel and the Dark Knight in their sights, but all is not as it seems to be! There’s something strange going on here…some monkey business that the World’s Finest can’t quite put a finger on. It’s almost as if this Gorilla Grodd has…knowledge of the future?

JUSTICE LEAGUE UNLIMITED #6 Written by MARK WAID Art by TRAVIS MOORE Cover by DAN MORA Variant covers by LEE BERMEJO, NATHAN SZERDY, and FELIPE MASSAFERA 1:25 variant cover by DAN JURGENS 1:50 variant cover by TRAVIS MOORE $3.99 US | 32 pages | Variant $4.99 US (card stock) ON SALE 4/23/25 “We Are Yesterday” part two of six. The horrific hidden identity of the Inferno cult has been revealed, and the Legion of Doom is here to take no prisoners! But some-thing is…off about these ferocious foes of the Justice League. They fight without wisdom, without experience—but with a secret edge?! Buckle up for the biggest clash in Justice League history as Lex Luthor, the Joker, Cheetah, Grodd, and all the vile villains of the original Legion of Doom arrive to terrorize tomorrow!

BATMAN/SUPERMAN: WORLD’S FINEST 2025 ANNUAL Written by MARK WAID, CHRISTOPHER CANTWELL and MORGAN HAMPTON Art by DAN McDAID and CLAYTON HENRY Cover by DAN MORA Variant covers by CLAYTON HENRY and SALVADOR LARROCA 1:25 variant cover by LAURA BRAGA $5.99 US | 48 pages ON SALE 4/30/25 “We Are Yesterday” part three of six. The secret origin of the single most unholy union in DCU history is at last revealed! The Legion of Doom has set in motion a scheme to lay waste to not only the World’s Finest Team—but to the present-day Justice League Unlimited! How is this possible? All will be revealed in this special World’s Finest Annual by Mark Waid, Christopher Cantwell, and Dan McDaid! Plus: Meet John Stewart, the newest ring-slinger of sector 2814, in this definitive World’s Finest telling of John Stewart’s Lantern origins!

[strike-another-match]

the monty hall problem — in reverse

i'm running a scratch tickets lottery where you can win a teddy bear 🧸

rules of the lottery:

there are 10 tickets total

only 1 of the tickets contains the bear

you have a perfect plan — you'll just buy all the tickets, so then you're guaranteed to win the bear!

🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦

but alas, your rival butts in and buys one single ticket. that fucking asshole. now you have one less ticket

🟥 vs 🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦

your odds are still much higher, though. you've got 9/10 chances. she only has 1/10.

devious as she is, she tells you: hey, one of us is guaranteed to win the bear, so we both have 50/50 odds, right? we each win, or we don't. so why don't we switch our tickets? 🤭😏

you know you have better odds though, so no way you're giving her your 9 tickets in exchange for her 1 ticket! she's just trying to play you

the end result may be binary ("she wins or you win") but your odds are not equal

seeing you didn't fall for it, she tries again: you know most of your tickets are not the winning ticket, right? 😒🥱

she draws the following diagram...

🟥 vs ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️🟦

and tells you: see? i have at most 1 winning ticket, and you have at most 1 winning ticket... so our odds are the same, really. it's your ticket or mine. we should definitely switch 😏👍

hold on a minute

why does it actually kinda feel like she did something there...

the result is already pre-determined, so how could she alter the odds just by making a drawing that tells you what you already knew? is she a wizard?

seeing you're not fully sold, she turns to me and goes: hey! reader has at least 8 losing tickets, right? and you know which ones?

and i say yeah! look, this one's a losing ticket — and i grab one of your tickets and scratch it, proving myself right

now it's 🟥 vs ⬜️🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦

stopscratchingmyfuckingtickets!!!!! <- you rn

so fuck your life, right? not only is your rival messing with your head, but now the lottery runner is going ahead and scratching all your tickets

now it really has come down to the dreaded

🟥 vs ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️🟦⬜️⬜️⬜️

so, okay, we may have engaged in a bit of lighthearted psychological torture, but we did not scam you, because nothing we do can affect your 9/10 odds! those were already decided when you first purchased the group of 9 tickets

the only thing that could've worsened your odds was falling for the offer of your rival and giving her your 9 tickets — yes, even after i scratched 8 losing ones off

but you didn't, so now you can go ahead and scratch your one remaining ticket! it holds those 9/10 chances of your original 9 ticket purchase combined. with this strategy, you will win the bear 9 out of 10 times!

these are all the scenarios in which you win:

⬜️ vs ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️🧸

⬜️ vs ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️🧸⬜️

⬜️ vs ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️🧸⬜️⬜️

⬜️ vs ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️🧸⬜️⬜️⬜️

⬜️ vs ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️🧸⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️

⬜️ vs ⬜️⬜️⬜️🧸⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️

⬜️ vs ⬜️⬜️🧸⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️

⬜️ vs ⬜️🧸⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️

⬜️ vs 🧸⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️

your rival may still get lucky with her pick, but the odds are stacked against her:

🧸 vs ⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️⬜️

[stormyjane7]

Teasing the Wave

Summary:

Your party obtains the wavemothers robe. which looks amazing on your vampire lover. Who will out tease who.

TW: Wavemother Robe, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Public Hand Jobs, Cock Tease

Read on Ao3

The journey to Baldur’s Gate has been a long one. Many a monster and evil do-er have been felled.You just finished a quest for the Wavemother and were granted a robe. Astarion snatched it as quickly as he could from your hands.

“While I think this would look marvelous on you darling, let me have it first?” You couldn’t resist Astarion’s puppy eyed look and agreed he could have it first. You soon found out why. The slits in the robe hit just right around his lower hips, exposing his well toned thighs. You sucked in your breath as you noticed there was no way he was wearing underwear under this. He was setting you up for failure and upon noticing your looks at him, he gave you the most devious grin.

The small journey to the tavern you were staying at seemed even longer with the teasing Astarion was doing to you. A bump of the hip into yours, swaying his hips as he walked in front of you, and not to mention his normally saucy banter was dripping this time.

“Ah yes this robe is freeing, isn’t it darling? Every inch is just so happy to meet the air.”

Your group thankfully made it to the tavern. Gale ordered dinner for the group while everyone went to unequip their armor. You got a small reprieve from your lover as he stayed down with Gale, most likely to tease him too to get a reaction of of the poor wizard.

By the time you came down the food was ready and Gale was ten shades of red. Whatever astarion did had obviously worked. You smirked as you figured it was time for payback.

You sit down next to Astarion and start fixing your plate of food. Not too much incase your plan did indeed work.

“Have fun with Gale did you?” You ask as you put some of the roast into your mouth.

“Absolutely darling. Though you are much more fun to tease.”

“Well it’s not like you don’t get something out of riling me up.” I slide my hand down and onto his thigh giving it a squeeze.

His eyebrows shot up and a grin started to hit his lips. Shockingly he didn’t say anything to you.

You kept eating, giving a squeeze to his thigh every so often and moving your hand closer to his center tiny bit by bit. You could tell he was enjoying the attention and possibility of the moment as the robe had tented up. Which gave you access to him at last.

The entire time continuing talking with your other companions and eating. When you finally touch his cock he slammed a fist on the table which shocked the group.

“Everything okay Astarion?” Wyll asked with no indication he knew what was happening.

“Yeah fangs, that was a bigger response to the big joke than necessary.” Karlach added.

Before your lover could respond you rolled your thumb over the tip of his weeping cock. This time he growled as silently as he could. He glared up at you, almost egging you on for more. You slide the precum down the shaft so that you could then move up again with ease. That seemed to have completely set him off as he gently removed your hand, stood up, and threw you over his shoulder.

“You’ll have to excuse us for the evening. We’ll see you in the morning.” He started walking up the stairs while all of your friends gave you quizzical looks. You tried to play it off like nothing but you could tell they knew something naughty was up.

Once in front of the door to your room he sets you down to open the door for you. You walk inside with him behind you and he spins you around to close the door with your body. He puts his hips into yours while locking the door. ''I hope you are ready for the hell you have unleashed my dear. you feel that?" he rubs himself into you "This is all your fault."

You slide down the door and quickly lift the front of the robe. You lick the tip of his cock and let the robe fall over you. Like this he cannot see what you are doing. He braces his hands against the door.

“Oh you little minx.” He growls as you put your mouth around him fully. You hum your approval of his words which makes him buck forward. You slowly start moving your mouth up and down his length, sucking harder when you get to the tip.

Astarion is panting heavily now, bucking his hips forward to fuck into your mouth.

As he starts sputtering in his motion you know he’s close to cumming down your throat. The thought makes you moan which is what sends him over the edge.

“Gods. Yes!” He was fucking into you until his cock stopped twitching expelling his seed into you.

You look out from under the robe up at him with the biggest grin.

“You really thought you’d get to rile me up instead? I had to turn the tables on you atleast once Astarion. You were begging for it.”

“Ha! You really are a little minx. On the bed darling. It’s my turn to show my thanks for an amazing outfit that gets my love so heated.”

You grinned at how much you got to him today instead of the other way around. You’d pay dearly for it once he gets his hands on you. But Gods it will be so worth it.