#anyways just finished watching the finale so

[oopsiedaisydeer]

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…𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘢

fluff, kissing, tiktok trend, established relationship, soft!matt but he won't admit it, goofy, idiots in love

requested by @applecidersturniolo !

word count - 700ish

You’re sitting cross-legged on Matt’s bed, holding your phone up for him to see. He’s half-sprawled out next to you, scrolling through his own phone like he’s not that interested, but you can tell he is.

“Do you wanna do this trend with me?” you ask, nudging his arm.

Matt glances over, barely lifting his head. “What trend?”

You flip your phone around, pressing play on the 500 Days of Summer audio. He watches, brows furrowing slightly as it plays. Then, the couple on the screen lunge at each other, kissing so hard they fall out of frame.

Matt’s eyes flick back to you, unreadable for a second. Then, he snorts. “Wait. So we just say the lines and then, like… violently make out?”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. “It’s romantic, Matt.”

“Uh-huh.” He’s fighting back a grin now, still acting like he’s above it. “And we have to disappear out of frame?”

“Yes.”

Matt exhales through his nose, staring at you like he’s already regretting agreeing to this. But then he sets his phone down, stretches his arms over his head, and mutters, “Alright. Let’s make some cinema.”

Take one.

The camera is propped up, slightly off-center, the lighting warm and dim. You try to keep a straight face, turning toward him.

“I love The Smiths.”

Matt stares at you blankly.

“Matt,” you whisper, nudging his leg.

He blinks. “Oh, wait. Sorry?”

You dissolve into laughter, covering your mouth. “You’re supposed to say it, not actually be confused.”

Matt groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Okay, okay. Again.”

Take two.

“I love The Smiths.”

“Sorry?”

“I said—”

Before you can even finish, Matt lunges at you. No warning, no hesitation, just full-on crashes into you, completely messing up the timing. You yelp, hands flying up to steady yourself as you both fall out of frame way too soon, almost falling off the bed as you knock the phone also.

The camera catches nothing but the ceiling and a blur of movement.

Silence.

Matt groans, “That was terrible.”

You’re already wheezing, clutching your stomach. “Matt, we looked insane.”

He smiles at you, kissing you anyway before flopping onto his back, staring at the ceiling. “Maybe we are.”

Take three.

This time, you’re focused. You inhale, make sure Matt is actually ready.

“I love The Smiths.”

“Sorry?”

“I said—I love The Smiths.”

And then, perfectly on cue, you both lean in, slow at first—teasing, just the briefest brush of lips, the softest press before you feel the heat of Matt’s breath.

And then, without warning, Matt pulls you in harder, a bit desperate, the kiss deepening immediately. His hands find their way to your hair, tugging you closer as his lips move against yours with a softness that surprises you.

You gasp against his mouth, hands gripping the front of his shirt, and for a second, it feels like it’s just the two of you in this quiet room. The kiss is hungry now, full of little moments that have led up to this, a little bit of teasing, a little bit of need, the world fading away as the kiss intensifies, pulling you off the edge of the bed in the process.

As you both fall, tangled in each other, you end up just out of frame, your bodies twisting as you kiss with the kind of urgency that makes everything feel perfect.

The last shot is just the empty bed, a lamp flickering softly in the background. You shuffle in Matt’s grasp, trying to get closer as he continues kissing you, pulling you even further into him.

When he finally pulls away, breathless, his forehead rests against yours for just a moment before he pulls back slightly, a small smile curling at his lips.

"Was that too much?"

And obviously, when you post it, the comments explode.

“They practiced this. I know they practiced this.” “This is EXACTLY how the trend is supposed to be done.” “Matt looking at her. Stop im so single” “The way he’s definitely watching this back 50 times.”

And Matt? He acts chill, like he doesn’t care that much, but later, when you glance at his phone, you catch a glimpse of the video playing again.

Just once. Maybe twice.

credits to rose for the dividers !! @bernardsbendystraws

a/n: some more fluff even though i am anti-fluff this kinda made me smile jsdkhfksjh

taglist: @blushsturns @sturnslutz @snoopychris @sturnshood @sturns-mermaid @chrissweetheart @cowboylikenat @sturnsrecordfaves @camzeecorner @sturniolo101 @courta13 @sweetshuga

[dear-ao3]

haven’t watched any of f1 pre season testing yet because i’ve been unfortunately busy but i am also low key scared to, which is stupid but i’ll explain anyway.

last year, the year of the massive f1 post, was the first year i watched a season in its entirety from start to finish. every race, qualifying, sprint and sprint qualifying. and some practice sessions. yea it was for the post but it was mostly for me to learn as much as humanly possible. i did so much googling and wikipedia diving and so much rule book reading and highlight watching from previous years so that i could understand just what the fuck was going on. turned out to be the longest and most insane season but i kept with it and i still did it. like the final product of the Post you all saw was a very small amount of information that i wrote out when you compare what i actually looked up.

and now i am sitting here. at the start of a new season. going. do i still remember all of that. will i be massively confused. or will i have to go back down the research holes again this year. and also: am i even still interested in this

[sp0o0kylights]

Steve Harrington, who has a very “in name only” relationship with his parents, the people who claim they love him lots but have simply given him cash for his last six birthdays without bothering to send a card. 

Steven Harrington, who lost his connection to the only adults in his life who actually parented him when he had his final fight with Tommy and Carol-- not that they ever really did that much. Having an adult put a bandaid on his knee and complimenting him for being tough was plenty enough. 

Steve Harrington, who drove Dustin and co. to the Byers house that one Christmas and was told by Hopper not to come in; that Joyce was still mad at him about the ‘demodog in the fridge’ and figured his exclusion was fair--it wasn’t like Hopper actually liked him. Joyce certainly had no reason to. It wasn’t like he was doing anything for Christmas anyways. 

Steve Harrington, who is fairly certain Robin’s parents have clocked her as queer but who still treats him in that careful way many parents do when he’s hanging around their daughter. There’s a barrier there, in the way of firm handshakes and “get her back safe”’s that keep things formal. (It’s never bothered him before, and he swears it doesn’t bother him now.) 

Steve Harrington, whose relationships with adults are defined by words like “networking”, “proper connections”, “favors”, and “finances”, who has at best been treated like a miniature version of his father and at worst as a spoilt moron, who encounters Wayne Munson and has no idea what to do with the man. 

Wayne Munson, who asks him actual questions about his life. Who asks him to watch the game with him. Who calls him “boy” and “son” in ways that sound affectionate and not frustrated. Wayne, who shoos him away from the dishes and compliments his cooking, who has invited Steve over when Eddie isn’t even home.

Steve Harrington, who keeps apologizing to Eddie because “I’m not trying to steal your Uncle man, I promise.” and doesn’t believe Eddie when the latter just laughs at him.

(“You can’t steal Wayne, Steve.” Eddie says with a snicker, when he finally figures out what Steve is apologizing for.  The guy apologizes a lot for things that make no sense, it’s a bad habit Eddie’s working on him with. “Though I do believe he has been trying to steal you.” 

“Oh.” This does not relieve Steve. In fact, this seems to make him more nervous looking, which Eddie does not want. 

“I uh. I don’t want to come between you guys so I guess we can just hang at my house…?” The voice he trails off with is downright painful for Eddie to hear, and he’s already slashing his hand in the air in a wild ‘No’ before Steve can even finish speaking.

“Dude you’re fine. I’m glad you guys are getting along! Wayne needs someone to talk sportsball with and clearly so do you because you keep trying to talk about it to anyone who will listen.”

“I guess if you’re alright with it…”) 

Steve Harrington, who allows himself to be adopted by the Munsons much in the way a feral cat lets itself become domesticated, and who starts looking at Wayne like the man hung the moon. 

Wayne Munson, who is referred to by Steve as “Dad” exactly once, and feels so fucking happy about it he misses the panic attack Eddie has to talk Steve through. 

He also misses that that is the moment when Steve accidentally confesses his feelings to Eddie in the Munson’s (new) cramped bathroom, on grounds that “I can’t date you and also call Wayne dad like that, that’s weird! Isn’t that weird!? It feels weird!” 

(“Sweetheart,” Eddie says, trying not to smile and failing entirely. “I get what you’re saying, but I think in your panic you missed something kinda key, there.”) 

Steve Harrington, who gets himself an entire family in the end (and gets to both call Wayne “dad” and Eddie as his boyfriend, without issue, because “we’re not related babe, you can call your inlaw whatever you want.” 

“Now who's skipping steps? When did we get married?”

“The very second it’s legal, that’s when.”) 

--and has never been happier in his life.

[hjparisian]

angel baby - theodore nott x reader

p: theodore nott x fem!reader w: just some fluff, theo pining, swearing, drinking, ooc(?), kinda modern au? (mentions 1996 romeo and juliet) s: after hearing who his crush is being at the slytherin's halloween party, theo decides to impress her with his own costume a/n: i know i know, very late, but i finally got around to finishing this and still wanted to post it

It was a week before Halloween, which to many, was one of the most anticipated holidays other than Christmas. But it wasn't the candy upper year students were excited for. Rather, it was the Slytherin party that would be happening that night.

All the girls were chatting about who they would be for the night. Ideas ranging from vampires to scantily dressed nurses. It was a night to show off.

Theo never cared much about the costume part. The past couple years he settled on skeleton face paint, mainly because his roommate Enzo has a surprisingly good eye for art.

Truthfully, he had planned to do the same again, despite Blaise's insistence on doing something different. But plans had changed for him.

Theo was at the Slytherin table with the rest of his friends as they chatted about the upcoming event of the season.

"I'm so excited for this party," exclaimed Daphne. "Have you guys decided on what you're wearing?"

"I've decided on a black cat," Pansy told them. "Got the perfect outfit and everything."

"Oooh you're gonna look so good Pans!" (Y/N) told her.

"I know, I'm so excited. What about you Daph?"

Daphne smiles. "I'm going to be a vampire." A sound of 'Ooos' was heard after the girl's answer. "What about you (Y/N)?"

(Y/N) giggles a bit before responding, the sound making Theo's heart pick up a bit. "Do you guys remember that one muggle movie we watched during summer?"

"Was it that weird one where that girl and boy died at the end because their families hated each other?" Draco chimes in.

The girl scoffed at Draco's comment. "Well yes, but you know its more than that." The boy rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, I think I want to be Juliet from the party scene."

"Oooh, is that the one where she's dressed as an angel?" asked Daphne. "You're going to look stunning!"

(Y/N) grins, thanking Daphne. Her smile made Theo's lips twitch a bit, wanting to mirror her. A small nudge was felt on the boy's left side where Mattheo sat, smirking at him. Caught red handed.

It wasn't like nobody knew about Theo's crush on his fellow Slytherin classmate. In fact, Mattheo had been the first to know about it, albeit, not by choice. Theo had kept his interest for the girl low key. It was just that Mattheo had notice Theo staring a little too long at (Y/N) one time and had basically got his friend to confess his crush.

After that, Mattheo had made it his mission to help Theo to get with (Y/N).

"I just wished I could have someone be my Romeo though," (Y/N) confided with her friends. "It would make the costume feel more complete."

"He was the knight right?" Asked Pansy. "That would be so cute."

This had caught Theo's attention again. The gears were beginning to turn in his head.

Back at the dorms, Theo was pacing, Enzo and Mattheo watching him from Mattheo's bed.

"So are you going to tell us what's happening or are we going to continue watching you burn a path in the floor?" Enzo asked his dormmate. "Feel like I'm getting dizzy from watching you."

Theo stops his tracks before looking towards his two friends. "I need to find a halloween costume."

Enzo stared at the boy, confused. While Mattheo had a feeling as to what was stirring in his friend's mind.

"You're going to match with (Y/N), huh?" Mattheo asked.

"Finally!" Enzo shouts, startling the other two. "Thank Merlin, I won't have to do that fucking face paint anymore. You know I was getting tired of that shit, right?"

Theo rolled his eyes at his friend.

"Anyways," Enzo began. "What's (Y/N) going to be?"

Mattheo answered. "An angel basically."

"She wants to be Juliet from that movie we watched over the summer." Theo explained to him as he sat on his own bed. "But during that party scene."

"And Romeo here wants to be her knight in shining armor," Mattheo said.

"Ooh. And let me guess, you need our help?"

"No, well, kinda," Theo said. "Help me find the perfect costume."

"And what will we get out of this?" Mattheo had a look of mischief in his eyes.

"Nothing."

"Well. Then you wouldn't mind if I asked (Y/N) to the party would you? Share a drink or two with her, maybe dance?"

"You wouldn't."

"Oh I would," his roommate said. "Unless you do my homework for a month."

"No bloody way."

"Fine. Three weeks."

"Two and that's final."

Mattheo thought for a second before grinning. "Alright, two weeks it is. Didn't think you'd actually go for it though, was just joking a bit."

"Oh you bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

That weekend, the boys had dedicated their time at Hogsmeade to finding stuff for Theo's costume. They had found the items surprisingly quick thanks to Enzo and his eye for things.

The three had ended their day at the Three Broomsticks with Draco and Blaise, who noticed the bags they carried, but decided to not question it (didn't stop Mattheo from telling them what was going on).

The day of the party had come way too soon for Theo's liking. He stood in front of the mirror, staring at himself with the costume on.

What if (Y/N) doesn't like his costume? What if she thought it was stupid and laughed at him? Should he have done this?

So many thoughts and scenarios ran through Theo's mind, he was half tempted to take the costume off and go for a smoke.

"Theo?"

The boy looked towards the door to find Enzo and Mattheo. The two were examing Theo's current state.

"You good?" Mattheo asked. Theo just shrugged.

"Come on mate," Enzo said to him. "She'll like the costume. And if she doesn't, who cares? Now, let's go for some shots. I know Mattheo has been itching for some."

After a few more minutes, Enzo and Mattheo had successfully gotten Theo out of the dorm room and into the Slytherin common room. And true to his word, Enzo had gotten a couple shots into his dorm mates to liven things up.

Things were going alright for Theo. A couple shots had gotten him feeling more loose, but he was still thinking about (Y/N), whose whereabouts were unknown to him.

He was grabbing another drink when he heard his name being called. Confused, he turned around to find the culprit.

"(Y/N)."

"Hi Theo."

The boy took a second to look at (Y/N)'s outfit, or what he thought was a second. He saw how intricate it was, almost like it was a replica of the costume from the film.

She looked like an angel.

"I like your costume," Theo heard her say. Seems like he wasn't the only one looking.

"Thank you. Don't look too bad yourself."

(Y/N) smiled at his comment. "Thanks. Made it myself."

"Well it looks lovely," Theo said to her. "Drink?"

She nodded, taking the drink Theo offered her.

"Who are you supposed to be?" She asked after taking a sip.

"Oh uh," the boy began. "Romeo. From the movie we watched back during the summer. Thought his party fit was cool."

"Really? Well I like it. You look really good Theo."

Theo felt his cheeks heat up. She liked his costume. He would have to thank Enzo (and maybe Mattheo) for his help.

The music in the common room had begun to slow down. Couples gathered with each other and swayed to the music. Theo turned his head and saw Mattheo dancing with a girl, but he was looking directly at him.

'Ask her' Mattheo mouthed to him, discreetly pointing at the girl next to him.

Theo nodded his head at his mate before turning to his crush beside him. Just as he was about to speak, the words on the tip of his tongue were stolen.

"Dance with me?"

(Y/N) looked up at Theo, waiting for his answer. Out of shock, Theo just nodded. Taking his answer, (Y/N) pulled Theo closer to the center of the room where everyone was. She wrapped her arms around his neck, his hands on her waist. Eyes gazing at each other. Everything felt perfect.

"So, why did you choose this costume, Theo?"

He faltered in his steps, surprised at the sudden question. He had two choices, he could be honest and admit his feelings, or lie and say Mattheo made him do it, which is something he would actually do. But the more he looked at her, realizing how close they were, he needed to say the right thing.

"I did it for you."

"For me?"

Theo nodded. "I heard how you wanted someone to match with you to make your costume feel complete. I wanted to make your night special. Because. I like you (Y/N)."

(Y/N) halted her steps, confusing Theo.

"You like me?"

The boy nodded, feeling slightly nervous. "Actually have a while."

(Y/N) took in this new information, nodding at him. The silence between them was killing Theo. He was half tempted to kill Mattheo if she said she didn't like him. Since technically, if he thinks about it, it would be.

As Theo was going through every little thought and concern in his head, he missed out on the girl in front of him trying to speak to him. He finally tuned back into the world when she said his name.

"Hm?"

"Theo, I was trying to tell you, I like you too," (Y/N) tells him with a smile on her face.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Well bloody hell finally," said a voice.

The two turned to see Mattheo looking at the two, seemingly having stopped dancing to spy on this moment.

"Thought I would never see the day come where Theo finally admits his feelings for you. I was thinking I was gonna have to make a move myself."

"Mattheo shut the fuck up." Theo glared at his roommate.

Mattheo stuck his hands up. "Alright, alright. I'll leave you too lovebirds alone. Don't be surprised when Enzo is asking you questions when you come back to the dorm." The Slytherin took his leave, relieving Theo.

"I hate that motherfucker," he mutters, raking his hands through his hair.

(Y/N) chuckles. "Maybe, but I think you don't mind him. You guys are best friends after all."

Theo laughs, shaking his head.

"So, I hear there's a Hogsmeade trip happening next week. Would you want to go on a date there?"

"I'd like that." (Y/N) grins.

[harukyuu2]

Hellooo I really like your works especially the alnst ones!! ><, so can I request a Ivan, Luka, and Till x Anemic!s/o?? and could you make hcs and scenarios for each one? Tysmm! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

⋆·˚ ༘ *╰┈➤ ❝Dont fall if it isnt for me!!❞

♡ Ivan, Till, Luka x Anemic!Reader -> Gn Reader, fluff, headcanons + small scenario, the alien of Reader is implied to be abusive

↳ Till is the type to… ༉‧₊˚✧

♡ Poor baby is always keeping an eye on you because he cant stand the thought of you fainting :(

♡ At first, he thought the reason you were so pale and cold all the time was that your guardian probably kept you caged up— he wasnt entirely wrong, that was true but it was also because you were anemic!

♡ Once he finds out? He acts calm, but in the inside he is 24/7 trying to take care of you, more if you two are still on ANAKT GARDEN

♡ He will ask you to keep your trainings easy and calm, would give you part of his food even if he recieves barely anything and would try to take naps with you if you ever felt tired (practically always)

♡ Anyways, Till isnt too sure how to help out with your anemia, but he'll be at your side! -> Literally would throw hands with the aliens for you if they are exploiting you while you feel dizzy

"Reader..."

Till called you while he watched you practice, he already told you to take it easy three times but yet you continued dancing and singing— you felt out of yourself by now but if you didnt learn this choreo, you didnt want to know what your guardian could do to you...

"N-not now Till, i have to learn this" - You say with a shaky breath trying to focus even if your gaze was blurry and your heart was starting to beat faster.

Till, letting out a frustrated sigh, finally stood up from where he was sitting. - "Stop being dense, I dont want you to—" - Before he could finish his lecture, you tripped, your vision going pitch black for a moment. He was quick to catch you, even as you practically fell into him

You two were on the floor for a moment, your head resting in Till's shoulder until his shaky hand decided to caress your hair finally— with a sigh, he tried to calm the red from his face while you leaved a small laugh, even if you felt tired he kept you close and that made you happy, deciding to finally hear his lecture.

"Youre so stupid...atleast rest like this a moment, alright? I'll protect you from your guardian if he acts like a dumbass...i promise."

↳ Ivan is the type to… ༉‧₊˚✧

♡ This boy is always analyzing you, so that means the moment he knows you have anemia, is the moment he tried to find books about it

♡ He would try EVERYTHING to make your situation better. Bad diet? Yeah, you can have his, he always gets good food. Lack of sun? He would try to get you out and get some with the excuse of doing photoshoots or something!

♡ If you ever felt tired (most of the time better said) he is the first one to make you sit down and rest while talking nonstop the symptoms of anemia so you stay still

♡ He cuddles you a lot! If you feel embarassed of always being cold, no worries— i think he is just as cold as you are! So seek warm together <3

♡ Your personal reminder to take care of you, literally everyday he will try his best for you to feel better! And you better listen to him, because if you're overworking yourself instead of paying attention to him, he'll just drag you to rest.

"Okaay, so you eated good today! We can have a little break and then i can help you practice your vocals on that song—" - Ivan was interrupted by you standing abruptly, but he kept that smile that showed his fang always

"No, i should train now and uhh..." - You tried to end the sentence, but standing quickly got consequences for you, making the dizziness appear while your gaze stumbled

Ivan noticed and just leaved a small laugh, even if he heard your grumbles, he made you climb onto his back so you could rest while he walked

"C'monn, lets rest a little and then i'll help you practice, you have to hear me you know! Just...dont throw on me"

With that being said, Ivan dragged you against a tree, hoping the artificial sun of ANAKT GARDEN would help you while he hummed your song, talking about how pretty it would sound once you sang it.

↳ Luka is the type to… ༉‧₊˚✧

♡ Poor baby is so head over heels for you that he thought for a moment that maybe giving his blood to you would help :( Like, when you two were childs, he hitted his mouth thinking that blood would help you

♡ Listen, he has tons of things to check his health state too. He would try to see if any of them could help you

♡ Even if you had clones, he isnt letting you go. So, with his little knowledge from books, he would start taking care of you even if its pretty harsh or indirect with his lectures ♡ Would try to share his food with you, fails successfully because his ass is a big eater. Still, he always tries to make sure you're eating well, and when you dont, he'll call you out on it. If its because the aliens dont give you enough? He'd let you bite him to calm the hunger

♡ He isnt the most healthy person either, so he understands you when youre tired or dizzy. He was always forced to continue training even when he feels like that, but for you he'd force you to take it easy "Lukaaa...c'mon we have to learn this or else were gonna fail the collab!" - You say crossing your arms while Luka gazed boredly at you Even if you felt a little dizzy by now, your guardian managed to get you a collab with Luka! An important event since he was known as the ruler of the stage. The bad thing for both of you? it counted with a choreo and you urged to learn it well to not be punished for a mistake during the collab, even if it meant overworking yourself.

Luka sighed, standing up and putting his hands on your shoulders - "Dont be stupid, i know you didnt have a big meal today and by the look of your eyes youre kinda dizzy, arent you? Im giving you the chance to rest, just take it." Seeing the small guilt and worry in your averted gaze made him feel something— you always make him feel something, dont you? He sighed again, rolling his eyes as he took your wrist, guiding you towards his messy room, filled with things for his health and papers all over the floor. With a swift move, he managed to lay you on his bed, and without hesitation, he joined you, hugging you close, his head resting on your shoulder without thinking too much about it "Stay here— you dont want to faint, do you? So use your head for a moment and cuddle with me..."

You sighed, letting him win the argument as always as you resigned to caress his hair. Maybe you can train later, now you have a new task in hand— that a sleepy Luka doesnt end up confusing you for something sweet and bitting you!

[semiloml]

PLAY ME LIKE A SONG - musician! semi eita

★summary: A late-night visit to Semi Eitas dorm was never just about music. The tension between you two has been building up for weeks, and with his roommate gone, there’s nothing stopping him from playing with you instead of his guitar.

★ pairing: timekip!semi eita x reader

★ content warning: smut/nsfw, collegeAU, oral sex(female receiving), fingering (female recieving), semi is a bit cocky, pussydrunk!semi(kinda?), idk I think that’s it

★author‘s note: beginning is lowk ass since i’m only used to writing long fanfics on wattpad😔 Hope you enjoy!!

★

This wasn’t the first time Semi Eita asked you to come over so he could play you a new song he‘d been working on. Music was his second love, right behind volleyball, and he never missed a chance to get your opinion on his new lyrics or the way one of his chord progressions sounded.

But tonight felt different.

Maybe it was because his roommate Shirabu was gone for the weekend, leaving the two of you completely alone. Or maybe it was the way he was looking at you since you‘ve entered his dorm—like he knew exactly what was about to happen.

You sat on the edge of his unmade bed, trying to ignore the way your heart pounded in your chest.

„Where is Shirabu anyway?” you asked trying to start a conversation while Semi was searching for something.

He smirked, leaning back in his chair, his dark eyes flicking over you lazily.

„Probably out drinking with some of our old teammates. Why ya asking? You wanna make sure that it’s just the two of us?” he asked teasingly, his focus now back to whatever he was doing before.

His words sent a slow heat curling through you, making you turn a little red. Embarrassed, you started taking a closer look at his room.

There was barely any light in here, the only source of it was the soft glow of his bedside table lamp.

His room was small, like most college dorms, but it smelled distinctly like him—a mix of fresh laundry, the lingering scent of body wash from his post-practice shower, and something deeper, something warm and inviting. His bed was unmade and his sheets slightly rumpled.

Now you looked at Semi who had a notebook filled with half-written lyrics lying open on his desk.

Finally Semi grabbed his guitar, fingers idly strumming the strings as he spoke. „You ready?”

You nodded, watching as he adjusted the tuning, the muscles in his forearms flexing slightly. He was in a pair of black shorts and a loose t-shirt, the fabric clinging to his damp skin in places. You tried not to stare, but it was hard when he was right there, looking so effortlessly good.

Then he started to play.

His voice was low and smooth, sending shivers down your spine as the melody filled the small space between you. The heat in the room started growing with the way he looked at you as he sang, the way his voice softened on certain words—it wasn’t subtle.

By the time he finished, the air between you felt thick, charged with something unspoken.

„That was…” You swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry. „good.”

„Just good?” He tilted his head, watching you closely. „You look a little distracted.”

Your breath hitched as he set the guitar aside and leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. The space between you shrank in an instant, his presence overwhelming.

„You liked it that much that you can‘t even talk now?” he murmured, voice rougher now.

You knew this was the moment to back off, to laugh it off like it was nothing.

But before you could say a word, Semi leaned in just enough for you to notice—the slight tilt of his head, the way his eyes flickered to your lips and back.

His fingers brushed against your knee, barely there, but enough to send a shiver up your spine.

He hesitated for half a second, giving you the chance to stop him. When you didn’t move away, he closed the distance, his hand sliding up to your thigh as his lips finally met yours—slow, deliberate, like he’d been holding back for far too long.

His lips moved against yours slowly at first, testing, teasing—like he was savoring the moment.

His hand on your thigh squeezed just a little tighter, his fingers slipping under the hem of your shorts, tracing circles against your bare skin. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver through you, and when you sighed against his mouth, he took it as permission to go further.

Semi deepened the kiss, tilting his head as his tongue slid against yours, coaxing a soft whimper from you.

„Fuck,“ He groaned in response, his free hand finding your waist and pulling you closer, until you were practically straddling his lap.

The heat between your bodies was unbearable, his hard, toned chest pressed firmly against you, and every shift of his hips made it clearer just how much he wanted this. How much he wanted you.

Semi then pulled back slightly, his lips brushing against your jaw as he murmured, „Been thinking about this for too fucking long.”

His words sent a pulse of heat straight to your core, and when he started trailing kisses down your neck, slow and deliberate, you let your head fall back, giving him full access.

He took his time, sucking lightly on the sensitive spot just beneath your ear, before moving lower, his hands slipping under your shirt as he went.

„Can I take this off?” he asked, his breath hot against your skin.

„y-yes,“ you breathed out, barely able to form words as he tugged your shirt over your head, tossing it somewhere behind him.

His hands were on you immediately, sliding up your sides, thumbs brushing the curve of your breasts before he leaned down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss between them.

„Fuck,” he muttered against your skin, his hands roaming lower now, toying with the waistband of your shorts. „You’re so fucking pretty.”

You let out a soft gasp as he hooked his fingers beneath the fabric and started dragging them down, his fingertips brushing over your thighs as he went. He took his time, like he wanted to savor every inch of newly exposed skin, and when he finally tossed your shorts aside, his eyes darkened at the sight of you in nothing but your panties.

„Been wanting to do this for so long,” he murmured, his voice rough with restraint.

He kissed his way down your stomach, his lips ghosting over the waistband of your panties before he looked up at you, waiting for your permission.

„Please,” you breathed, barely recognizing your own voice.

That was all he needed.

Semi slid your panties down with agonizing slowness, his fingers brushing against your inner thighs as he spread your legs just enough to settle between them. His breath was warm against your already soaked skin, and he groaned as he ran a single finger through your folds, feeling just how wet you are for him.

„Fuck, you’re dripping,” he muttered, his voice tight. „All this for me?”

You barely had time to answer before he leaned in and gave you the softest lick, dragging his tongue from your entrance to your clit in one slow, torturous motion. The sensation sent a sharp wave of pleasure through you, and you let out a choked moan, your hips bucking slightly.

„Semi—“ you moaned out, trying to close your legs by a little.

He chuckled against you, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you in place. “Relax, baby. Let me take my time.”

And then he devoured you.

His tongue moved with purpose, alternating between deep, slow licks and quick, teasing flicks against your clit.

Every movement was precise, practiced—like he knew exactly how to make you fall apart. He groaned against you, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through your body, and when he sucked your clit into his mouth, you cried out, your fingers tangling in his hair.

„Fuck—Eita,” you gasped, thighs trembling around his head.

He moaned at the sound of his name leaving your lips like that, his fingers tightening around your thighs before one of them slid between your legs. He teased your entrance for a moment, dragging his fingers through your slick folds before finally slipping one inside you.

The stretch was perfect—deep and slow as he curled his finger just right, coaxing another desperate moan from your lips.

He pumped in and out of you at a steady pace, adding a second finger when he felt you clench around him, stretching you open as his tongue worked on your clit.

„God, you taste so good,” he groaned against you.

You couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel as pleasure coiled tight in your stomach, your body already on the verge of snapping. The way he worked you—his fingers thrusting deep, his tongue relentless against your clit—had you dangerously close to the edge.

„I—I’m close,” you gasped, your grip on his hair tightening.

„That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with hunger. „Come for me, baby.”

And then he sucked on your clit hard, his fingers curling deep inside you, and you shattered.

A sharp cry tore from your throat as pleasure crashed over you in waves, your body arching off the bed as your orgasm consumed you. Semi groaned against you, not letting up, working you through every last pulse of pleasure until your legs were shaking and you were begging him to slow down.

Finally, he pulled back, his lips glistening as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyes were dark, his chest rising and falling with deep, uneven breaths.

„You taste so fucking good,” he muttered, pressing a final kiss to the inside of your thigh before crawling back up to capture your lips in a deep, lazy kiss.

You could taste yourself on his tongue, and somehow, that only made you want him more.

„You good?” he asked after a moment, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You exhaled a breathless laugh. „I think you broke me.”

He smirked, kissing you again, slower this time. „Nah,” he murmured, his fingers trailing lazily over your still-sensitive skin. „I think I just got started.”

And judging by the way he was already trailing down your body again, neither of you were getting much sleep tonight.

A/N: Okay so this is my first actual One Shot I‘ve written, not only on Tumblr but in general. So please be nice😔💪 Also if any of you have tips or criticism please lmk!! anyway bai!!!

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Imagine Hydra coming back after Bucky’s adopted daughter when she is walking home from school (Bucky definitely told her NOT to walk home, that he or another Avenger would pick her up because of the risk, but she walked home to the Avengers HQ anyway)

Not Worth The Risk » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Dad/Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Adopted Teen Daughter!Reader with the Avengers

Summary: Bucky tells you not to walk home from school cause it’s a risk, but you do it anyway and you quickly learn why it’s a risk to walk home.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, language, HYDRA, crying, nicknames

Age of reader: 15 years old

A/N: Thank you for the request, nonnie🩵

A/N #2: This is different from what I normally write so I decided to give it a try. Enjoy!

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

“Y/N, hurry up or you’ll be late for school.” Bucky says, walking in your bedroom.

“I’m ready.” You say as you finished tying your shoes.

You grabbed your backpack and slung it over your shoulder, following your dad out to the car.

“Dad, can I walk home from school today?” You asked.

“No.” Bucky answers, opening the car door.

“Why not?” You asked. “Some of my friends are walking home.” You say.

“I’m not your friends’ dad. I’m your dad and I told you, no.” He says.

You huffed and got in the car. Bucky got in the car and started it.

“Can you at least tell me why?” You asked.

“It’s too much of a risk.” He says.

“How’s walking home from school a risk?” You asked.

“I just don’t want anything to happen to you, doll.” He says.

“Oh ok.” You say quietly.

Bucky pulled up to the school. You grabbed your backpack and got out of the car. He rolled down the window and called out for you.

“Have a good day at school, doll. I love you.” Bucky says.

“I love you too, dad.” You say.

You walked along the sidewalk of the school and went inside. You were greeted by your friends.

“Did you ask your dad if you can walk home from school with us?” Your friend asks.

“He said no. I think I should listen to him.” You say.

“What your dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Another one of your friends say.

You thought about it for a second. You know you shouldn’t be the kid who doesn’t listen to their parents. In a way, your friend is right. What your dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

“Ok. I’ll walk home with you guys.” You finally say.

The bell rang and everyone went to class. After school, you walked home with your friends. You were about halfway to the Avengers compound when all of your friends went their separate ways to go home. You were the only one left to get home.

You walked down a shady looking street when something didn’t feel right. It felt like someone was watching and following you. It was a gut feeling. Your gut feeling was right. Before you knew it, you were grabbed from behind and a hand with a cloth was put over your mouth. Your screams were muffled by the hand. You tried to fight the person of, but you grew weak and passed out.

“Who’s picking Y/N up from school today?” Bucky asks as he walks in the lounge room.

“Me.” Wanda said as she walked in the room. “She wasn’t there.” She says.

“What do you mean she wasn’t there? Where is she?” He asks.

“The school said she walked home with her friends.” She tells him.

Bucky scoffs and shook his head.

“She knows better not to do that.” Bucky says.

Bucky rubs his hands over his face and ran his fingers through his hair, trying to figure out where you might be.

“Where would she be?” Bucky says more to himself.

“Don’t you have some kind of parent app on your phone that shows you Y/N’s location?” Steve asks.

“Yes I do.” He says.

Bucky got his phone out of pocket and went on the app. Your location popped up within a few seconds. Bucky furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“Why would she be downtown? She knows not to go down there unless if she’s with one of us.” Bucky says.

“I can get the precise location if you want.” Natasha suggests.

“Do it.” He says.

Natasha got on a computer and looked for your precise location, which took a few minutes.

“Got it.” She said. “It looks like she’s in some kind of lab that’s now abandoned.” She says.

“Why would she be exploring an abandoned lab?” Tony asks.

Bucky’s eyes went wide and his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach.

“HYDRA.” Bucky said. “They have my daughter.” He says.

Bucky felt himself beginning to panic. You not listening to what he said this morning is the last thing on his mind.

“Suit up and get your weapons. Y/N needs our help.” Bucky says.

“Buck, we can’t go there without a plan.” Steve says.

“My plan is to save my daughter from the people who keep trying to ruin my life.” He says. “Are you guys going to help me or not?” He asks.

“We’ll help you.” Steve says.

The Avengers nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, you woke up in some kind of lab. The room was dimly lit. You looked around the room to gather your surroundings. You looked down, noticing that your arms and legs are tied to a chair.

“What the hell?” You mumbled to yourself, yanking at the ropes.

You got startled when the door opened. A man in a white lab coat walked in the room, along with a few men dressed in all black tactical gear and had guns in their holsters.

“You’re awake!” The man in the lab coat says.

“Where am I?” You asked.

“That’s not important. What’s important is, you know someone who used to work for us.” He says.

You stared at the man in confusion. You had no clue who or what this man is talking about. Then you realized that he was talking about your dad.

“I have no idea who or what you’re talking about.” You say, lying through your teeth.

“Don’t play dumb. You know who and what I’m exactly talking about.” He says.

“What I do know is, my dad is going to be pissed when he finds out you guys kidnapped me.” You say.

All the man did was laugh at what you said.

“Ah yes, your father… the infamous Winter Soldier.” The man approached you and crouched down in front of you. “We know he adopted you a few years ago. So just give him up to us and we’ll set you free.” He says.

“No!” You say.

“Ok, suit yourself.” He stood up. “You guys know what to do.” He says to the HYDRA agents.

The agents nodded. Two of them held you against the chair so you couldn’t move. You watched the man in the lab coat pick up a syringe. Your eyes went eye. As you were about to start panicking, the door was busted down, revealing your dad and Steve. You felt relieved to see them.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Captain America and the infamous Winter Soldier.” The man says.

“Give me my daughter.” Bucky demands.

The man chuckles and puts the syringe down.

“She was never your daughter. I don’t know why you would go through the trouble to save a child who isn’t biologically yours.” He says.

“Shut the fuck up!” Bucky shouts.

Bucky walks over to the man and knocks him out in one punch. That’s when the HYDRA agents held their guns at him. He fought them off with Steve’s help. Then he untied you from the chair.

“Are you ok, doll? Are you injured?” He asks, checking you for any injuries.

“N-No, I’m fine. I’m just a little shaken up.” You say in a shaky voice.

“Let’s get out of here.” Steve says.

You got on the quinjet with your dad and Steve, along with the rest of the Avengers. During the flight back to the compound, you had a feeling that your dad was mad at you for not listening to what he said. You avoided eye contact with him the whole flight.

When you guys got to the compound, everyone exited the quinjet. You made a beeline for your bedroom to avoid a lecture from your dad, but there’s no way you can escape that lecture now.

“Where do you think you’re going, young lady?” Bucky asks.

“My room.” You say.

“Not until we talk. Sit down.” He demands, pointing to the lounge room.

You walked in the lounge room and sat down on the couch. Bucky stood in front of you with his hands on his hips.

“What the hell were you thinking?” He asks.

“I don’t know.” You mumbled.

“I need a better answer than “I don’t know”.” He says.

“My friends talked me into it.” You tell him. “I don’t see what the big deal is. You and uncle Steve walked home from school when you guys were my age.” You say.

“The deal is HYDRA. They weren’t a threat when him and I were teenagers, but they are now.” He said. “I told you multiple times not to walk home from school and to wait for me or one of the Avengers to pick you up.” He says.

You looked down, avoiding eye contact with him. Now, you feel guilt for not listening to him. You didn’t realize it was such a big deal.

“I’m sorry, dad.” You apologized, your eyes tearing up.

You stood up and walked out of the room, going straight to your room. Bucky was about to follow you, but Clint stopped him.

“Let her cool down for a little bit.” Clint says.

Bucky nods and went to the gym to cool down himself. He punched the punching bag for a little bit. You were in your room, laying on your bed and staring at the in front of you. Tears stained your cheeks. You thought about how you didn’t listen to what your dad said. You felt bad and should’ve listened to him. You now realize it wasn’t worth the risk to walk home from school. You got out of bed and went to find your dad to apologize to him again. You walked in the gym to see your dad punching a punching bag.

“Dad?” You say.

Bucky stopped what he was doing and turned around to see you standing a couple feet away from him. He seen tears stained on your cheeks.

“Hey, doll. What’s up?” Bucky asks.

Instead of saying anything, you walked over to him and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry for not listening to you. I was just curious about what it was like to walk home from school. I shouldn’t have let my friends talk me into it. I promise to listen better and it won’t happen again.” You say, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Doll, look at me please.” Bucky says softly.

You sniffled and looked up at your dad.

“I want you to understand that I’m doing everything in my power to protect you. When I say no to something and when something isn’t worth the risk, that’s me protecting you.” He says.

“I understand, dad.” You replied.

“You’re a good kid and I love you.” He says, kissing your forehead.

“I love you too, dad.” You smiled, hugging him tightly.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[dreamerdrop]

Could you tell us more about the WIP called Zebras?

Zebras is an episode related little what if based on If Wishes Were Horses, wherein Julian falls asleep reading medical notes about Bajoran war orphans and finds himself dreaming about his own childhood, and thus wakes up to a small imaginary version of himself pre-augmentation.

I need to rewrite the bulk of it, but here’s a snippet from the ending without any further context.

Julian doesn't really want to be around people, but he does want to drink until he blacks out, so he finds himself sitting in a corner at Quarks, tossing back synthehol like his life depends on it, when Jadzia approaches him, looking uncomfortable.

“You know... What I meant was, does this mean you have a secret yearning to be a father,” Jadzia says softly, almost whispering so that nobody else will hear. “I was… trying to joke about you maybe having a pregnancy fetish or something, and… maybe that was why you liked the idea that I already had a worm in my belly…?” she sits across from him, her smile is very contrite.

Julian grimaces. Of course, that had been what she was trying to joke about... Leave it to Jadzia to phrase it in the most awkward way possible, and for Julian to interpret it as incorrectly as imaginable.

They really did make quite a pair.

“So… who was he?” she asks, and Julian had so very much been dreading when that question would finally come up. His throat feels dry.

“He was… a friend. I knew him a long time ago…” he finds himself staring into the middle distance, several memories playing through his mind.

“What happened?”

Julian breathes slowly, trying not to get lost in the flood of thoughts and emotions that he feels like he might as well be drowning in.

“He died. He was... He was sick. His parents, they… it was difficult for them. Looking after him, because he was… they… they wanted to help him, to fix him, to make him…” Julian chokes on the words, crying. His face heats with shame.

“He was stupid. He was stupid, and annoying, and nobody liked him, and his parents…” he doesn't mean the words at all. He’s not sure where they’re coming from, but he can’t seem to stop them. Jadzia is looking at him in almost horror.

“They took him away to fix him, but… he didn't come back. I think... I think his parents were happier without him,” he says quietly. Jadzia shakes her head, opening her mouth to protest.

“They were. They had another child. I heard… I heard them telling their new child how much better he was. How much smarter, and easier to handle he was. They… I… They didn’t miss him at all…”

Jadzia isn’t stupid. Julian knows she can tell there’s more to this than he’s willing to admit. Julian knows he’s giving away too much. He knows he’ll regret this one day. Right now, the image of watching Jules die all over again is fresh in his mind.

“Sometimes, I think… I might be the only one who misses him at all.”

Jadzia reaches a hand out and squeezes his shoulder. She lifts her own glass and clinks it against Julian’s.

“We can miss him together, at least for tonight,” she says.

The burn of synthehol doesn’t warm him as much as the genuine kindness in Jadzia’s eyes, nor does it sting as much as the still-present pity.

He supposes that one day, she’ll look at him normally again, but just for tonight… he’s grateful that someone else can feel sorry for Jules. He’s glad he won’t be the only one to miss him anymore.

END.

I’m not quite sure what to do with the rest of it in the lead up to that yet though, since I’ve been puzzling over the character voices for a while for this… I think I’ve got Julian being too much of a jerk and being sort of too… idk, softboy-ish? Rather than like… himself. And I think it makes zero sense for me not to have Sisko and Miles more involved as well, since y’know, they’re both parents and here is Julian with a tiny kid.

Anyway, it’s been a WIP since maybe November last year and I come back to it occasionally and hopefully one day I will finish it. Hopefully. Maybe. We’ll see!

[elodiah]

Seven Six Sentence Sunday

I’m currently in the process of rewriting and fleshing out my old fic Revival to ensure that it meshes with the otherwise completed series that I’ve just finished writing, and to separate it out into three parts instead of chapters.

The original fic will be retained on ao3 as a standalone, separate from the series.

Anyway here’s a little snippet, given I’ll have no new WIPs in the works until these rewrites are done.

Despite it being a drawcard for him, however, Mobius had been very reluctant to partake in so much as an introductory trial on a water-skimmer, as he hated the thought of leaving Loki alone even for a short time, and even where he could see him. He knew it was irrational, but it was hard to let go of the persistent anxieties that he’d only recently gotten a handle on. Naturally, Loki wouldn’t have a bar of this, and had been nagging him for a good couple of weeks now to try it, finally telling him in no uncertain terms the previous evening to “go and do the thing you’ve been desperate to do since the TVA kidnapped you, Mobius; I didn’t save the timelines for you to sit and watch longingly when you could be experiencing.”

That had admittedly hit home rather more intensely than he’d let on.

And so, in the morning, whilst fondly watching Loki linger over a very enjoyable breakfast they’d ordered to have delivered from a cafe in town, he’d finally caved and asked him if it was okay for them to go down to the beach so he could register for a beginner session.

Loki hadn’t even answered him, merely given him a Look, and Mobius had immediately excused himself to go change into swim trunks and tee.

No-pressure tags for @kcscribbler , @lokimobius , @loki-is-my-kink-awakening , @in-my-loki-feels , @insomniaflarrow , @silentxsymphony , @mirilyawrites , @thosegayoldmen , @impulsemuppet , @blackbirdofasgard

[mbruben-stein]

Hellooo! I was wondering if you would be open to writing a 2012 leo x fem reader? The scenario would be him getting jealous of someone (maybe one of the brothers or casey etc.) talking with reader too much? They arnt dating though, so his jealousy is confusing until he explains that it's bc of his love for her. That's just a general idea of it - you can do whatever you feel motivated to write!! Ty I love ur work!! 💕

Jealousy

~Leo x fem reader.~

You laughed as Casey finished telling you an amusing story about his latest hockey match. The two of you were hanging out in the lair, sitting on the couch and chatting while the turtles trained with Master Splinter.

"Man Casey, only you could score a goal and take out two opponents at the same time by 'accident'," you teased, making air quotes.

"What can I say, I've got mad skills," Casey bragged jokingly, throwing an arm around your shoulders. "Seriously though, you should come watch me play sometime. I'll dedicate all my goals to you."

"Sure, I'd like that," you agreed with a smile. Casey was like a brother to you and you enjoyed spending time with him, even if he could be a bit of a goofball.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Leo pause in the middle of a kata, his eyes narrowing as he glanced over at you and Casey. There was an unreadable expression on his face before he quickly resumed training. Strange, you thought. Leo had been acting a bit off lately, becoming withdrawn whenever you hung out with Casey or one of his brothers. You wondered if something was bothering him.

As if on cue, Leo finished training and headed over to where you and Casey were sitting. "Hey guys, what's up?" he asked, trying to sound casual but you could hear a slight edge to his voice.

"Not much, just swapping stories," you replied. "Casey was inviting me to watch one of his games."

"Oh. Well don't let me interrupt," Leo said tersely. He crossed his arms. "Seems like you two have been hanging out a lot lately."

You furrowed your brow in confusion at Leo's tone. "Um, I guess? Casey's my friend. Is there a problem with that?"

"No, no problem," Leo responded, not quite meeting your eyes. "Anyway, I've got some things to take care of. See you around." With that, he turned and strode out of the room.

"Geez, what's eatin' him?" Casey wondered. "He's acting weirder than usual."

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out," you declared, getting up to follow after the blue-masked turtle. This moodiness was very unlike Leo and you were determined to get to the bottom of it.

You found Leo in the dojo, angrily thwacking away at the practice dummy. He didn't acknowledge your presence, just kept pummeling the dummy with increasing intensity.

"Leo? Is everything okay?" you asked hesitantly, approaching him.

"Everything's fine," he grunted, not pausing his assault.

You sighed. "Come on Leo, talk to me. You've been acting strange lately, especially whenever I'm around Casey or your brothers. What's going on?"

At the mention of Casey's name, Leo delivered a particularly vicious punch that nearly knocked the dummy's head off. He stood there breathing heavily for a moment before finally turning to face you.

"You want to know what's going on? I'll tell you," he said, an uncharacteristic harshness in his voice. "I don't like how much time you've been spending with them, especially Casey. You're always laughing and joking around with him."

You stared at Leo, taken aback. "I don't understand. Casey and the others are my friends. Why should it matter how much I hang out with them? And why single out Casey?"

Leo let out a frustrated noise, running a hand over his face. When he looked at you again, the hardness was gone, replaced by vulnerability.

"Because I'm jealous, okay?" he admitted quietly. "I'm jealous of how easy it is for them to make you smile and laugh. I'm jealous that you seek them out to spend time with. And I'm especially jealous of Casey because..." He swallowed hard. "Because I'm in love with you. I have been for a long time."

Your eyes widened and your heart began to race at his confession. "Leo..."

"I know. It's stupid," he said, looking away in embarrassment. "I mean, I'm a mutant turtle. How could I ever think you would feel the same way? You deserve a normal life, with a normal guy..."

"Leo, stop," you interrupted, stepping closer and placing a hand on his arm. He glanced back at you in surprise. "I don't want normal. I want you."

"You do?" he asked, hardly daring to believe it.

You nodded, smiling softly. "I love you too, Leo. I'm sorry I didn't see it sooner. I guess I was a little oblivious to why you were acting so weird around me lately."

The hopeful smile that spread across Leo's face was quite possibly the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. Slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wanted, he reached out and cupped your cheek with his large hand.

"Is this really happening?" he murmured, gazing into your eyes intently. "I keep thinking I must be dreaming."

"If it is a dream, I don't ever want to wake up," you whispered back.

Needing no further encouragement, Leo closed the remaining distance and captured your lips with his in a searing kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut as you looped your arms around his neck, pressing yourself closer to his solid body. His hands dropped to your waist, pulling you flush against him.

The world around you faded away as you lost yourself in his embrace. All of the pent-up longing and desire you both had been repressing came pouring out. Your hands roamed over the hard planes of his shoulders and shell, marveling at the strength you felt there. His own hands slid under the hem of your shirt, his calloused fingers leaving trails of fire on your skin.

You nipped playfully at Leo's bottom lip, eliciting a low churr from deep in his chest. Your tongue darted out to soothe the bite and he eagerly granted you access, your tongues tangling together. You were both panting when you eventually broke apart for air.

"Wow..." you breathed, resting your forehead against his. "That was..."

"Incredible," Leo finished, a blissful smile on his face. "I love you so much, Y/N."

"I love you too, Leonardo," you murmured, saying his full name. "My fearless leader."

He chuckled at the nickname before sobering. "I'm sorry for acting like such a jealous idiot before. I should have just talked to you instead of letting it fester."

"I'm sorry too, for not picking up on the signals," you replied. "But I'm glad it all worked out in the end. And Leo? You have nothing to be jealous about. You're the only one for me."

Joy and adoration shone in Leo's blue eyes and he wrapped you up in a tight hug. You nestled your head in the crook of his neck, savoring his closeness.

"Aw yeah, got it!" a voice suddenly cheered, startling you both. You whipped around to see Mikey grinning triumphantly, holding up his T-phone which was clearly recording. Raph and Donnie were right behind him, smirking.

"Mikey!" Leo scolded, flushing. "What the heck?"

"Dude, we've been waiting forever for you two to finally get together! This is totally going in the family scrapbook," Mikey declared.

"Ugh, now they're going to be even more disgustingly cute together," Raph fake gagged, but you could see the genuine happiness underneath his gruff exterior.

"As long as they keep the PDA to a minimum while I'm working in the lab, I fully support this," Donnie added, winking at you.

You buried your burning face in Leo's shoulder as the brothers continued teasing you good-naturedly. Leo wrapped an arm around you protectively.

"Alright, show's over, give them some privacy," another voice cut in. Casey strolled in with April close behind, both grinning ear to ear.

"Congrats you crazy kids, we're really happy for you," April said warmly.

"Thanks guys," you said, giving them a grateful smile. You glanced at Leo. "But would you mind clearing out for a bit? I'd like to have my boyfriend to myself for a while."

"Boyfriend, huh? I like the sound of that," Leo murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.

"As you wish. Try to keep it PG though!" Casey called cheekily over his shoulder as the group made their way out, leaving you and Leo alone once more.

Leo turned you in his arms so you were facing each other. "Now, where were we?" he purred, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You smirked, draping your arms over his shoulders. "I believe you were just about to kiss me senseless."

"Hmm, so I was."

And he proceeded to do just that, all thoughts of jealousy long forgotten. All that mattered was that you were finally his, and he was yours. Nothing could ever come between your love.

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Hi!! If requests are open could I please request something soft and fluffy with Tech and maybe he is reading to his s/o or just telling them facts or something cozy? 💗 or anything you want really! Ty!!

Tell Me A Story

Summary: When Tech forgets another date, you decide to change the way you do dates.

Pairing: TBB Tech x GN! Reader

Word Count: 853

Warnings: None

A/N: Hihi! My requests are always open because I'm like a request-hoarding dragon! Anyway, I really liked this request, but it might not be the greatest because I definitely typed it before I had any coffee. Also, tumblr isn't allowing me to tag certain people, I'm not sure why but it might be a setting on your part. Finally, my stories are going to be short this week, because my husband is on vacation and I like spending time with him.

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“You forgot,” You press your fingers against your temple, and smother a sigh. This is the fifth date that Tech has forgotten about. Not in a row, lucky for him, but in total. “You promised you were going to set a reminder, Tech. In fact, I watched you set a reminder.”

Your boyfriend of almost six months has the grace to look sheepish.

“I did set a reminder,” He promises, “But then I got distracted and just dismissed the alarm without reading it.”

This time, when you sigh, you don’t bother smothering it. Tech cringes at the sound, and for a moment, you’re glad for it. At least he knows that he karked up.

“It’s fine, Tech.” You finally say.

“No. No it is not.” He counters, “You should be more important to me than my work.”

“Don’t say it like that. It sounds like I’m not.”

“No. You are. You are the most important.” He pushes his hand through his curls, “I kept thinking that if I finished that project, then I could spend the whole night with you. But—�� He trails off, “I would understand if you were angry.”

“I’m not angry, Tech.”

“You should be angry.”

“I’m not in the habit of kicking people when they’re down, love.” You take a step towards him, and smoothly slide you arms around his waist, “It was an accident. It happens.”

“It happens too much.” He slides his arms around your waist as well, “Crosshair warned me that, if I am not careful, you will leave me.”

“Crosshair is a dumbass and doesn’t speak for me.”

He scans your face, and you watch as some of the anxious tension drains from his features, “I would like to have that date, if we can?”

“Everything’s closed, Tech. Well, save for the bars and clubs. It’s nearly midnight.” You watch as the anxious tension returns to his features, and a slightly amused huff slips from you.

“We could go to the bar?” He offers.

“You hate the bar, and the club.” You remind him, as you reach up and press your hand against his cheek so you’re able to smooth your thumb across his cheekbone.

“I do not hate them—” He lies, poorly, and then he averts his gaze at your disbelieving look, “I just prefer not to visit them.”

You laugh softly, “I’m not going to drag you to a bar or a club, Tech. Even if it’s the only thing open. Besides, if we go to the club, people might assume I’m working, and I hate that.”

“Well,” Slowly Tech drops his forehead against yours, “You are a stunning dancer, I would not blame them.”

“Charmer,”

He grins at you, though it fades quickly, “I do want to spend time with you, to make up for our date.”

“I know,” You allow your gaze to wander away from his face for a moment, trying to find something in the room that the both of you can enjoy together, and then your gaze lands on his datapad. “Oh, I have an idea!”

“You do?”

Carefully, you wiggle out of his grip, pulling a disgruntled noise from him, and you hurry over to his datapad. You power it on as you scoop it up from the table, and then you press it into his hands, “Read to me.”

“...what?”

“You still have work you need to do, right? But you want to spend time with me. So. Read to me.”

“And, you will be happy with that?”

“Uh-huh.”

“...alright.”

For a moment, you think Tech is going to sit in his chair and read to you, as though you’re in kindergarten again, but he surprises you by heading to his bed and stretching out across it.

Happily, you drop on his bed and rest your head on his chest, shifting and squirming until you can hear his heartbeat, strong and steady, in your ear before you wrap an arm around him and cast your gaze to his face.

He’s watching you, a smile on his lips and something soft and affectionate in his gaze, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he wraps an arm over your shoulder and tugs you closer, before he opens his datapad to one of the many books on it.

His voice is quiet and smooth as he reads to you from the dry technical book, and you know it’s only a matter of time before you fall asleep on him. But you don’t think he’ll mind, based on the way he’s holding you.

It might not be the date you planned, it’ll definitely get you teased by your friends about being so stuck on this guy that you’re happy to have him reading to you, but right here, right now, you’re happy.

Tech makes you happy. Being with Tech makes you happy, even if you’re just listening to him talk about things you have no knowledge about.

And maybe it’s too soon to use the “L” word, but you’ve always known your heart. But for now, you’ll hold your tongue, until you’re sure that Tech is ready.

It’s fine. You can wait forever.

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Lost & Found

Chapter 3 - Crypts and Traps

A/N: Hi! I would have posted this sooner, but unfortunately, I had a rough few weeks—including losing one of my pets who was 19 years old. This is a longer chapter but things are finally picking up. Over the past few days I've been writing like crazy and got chapter 4 and 5 almost ready but I need to edit the heck out of it first because I know I spelt a lot of things wrong lol. But anyways I should post those in a week or so :) As usual there may be a few spelling/grammar mistakes but I proofread as much as I could

Pairing: F!Durge, OC (Amaya), Tiefling, Selunite Cleric X Spawn Astarion

Rating: 18+!!! TW mentions of violence, blood, corpses, death, and abuse! This chapter will have a few flashbacks of Astarion's and Amaya's abusive pasts.

WC: 3000

Previous Chapters: Prologue | Ch 1 | Ch 2

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Story:

"When you're finished with him, Godey, ensure he's presentable enough to fetch another mark by midnight. A proper bath should do it." The kennel door slammed with a metallic clang that sent shivers down Astarion's spine.

The skeleton's bony fingers twisted in Astarion's silver-white curls, yanking him from the filthy mattress that reeked of mold. "Just a few more lashings, child, then you can clean yourself up."

"Fuck you," Astarion snarled through fanged clenched teeth. He swung at Godey, but his body betrayed him, forced by unseen magic to kneel before Cazador's faithful right-hand man. Astarion’s muscles screaming in protest, but he couldn't move an inch.

The skeleton's hollow eye sockets seemed to gleam with cruel amusement. "Sweet child, if only you'd learn to obey. Things could be so much simpler."

Astarion jolted from his trance, sweat beading on his pale skin as his crimson eyes darted wildly around him. Recognition slowly dawned—this was his tent. Not safe, perhaps, but far from Cazador's cruel grasp.

He'd chosen to trance late in the morning as the others had still slumbered, he had only needed four hours of rest after a night spent jumping at shadows. Every snap of the campfire, every whisper of falling leaves had sent his mind racing back to Cazador. He had assumed the others would have woken but the day had stretched on in eerie silence, broken only by the dying crackle of embers and the gentle symphony of birdsong beyond his tent walls.

It must have been nearly noon. Astarion fell back onto his bedroll, watching sunbeams dance through the canvas above him. Before his trance, he'd basked in the sunrise, marveling at its beauty. Two centuries in darkness had almost made him forget how vibrant the world could be; how the sky painted itself in impossible shades of pink and gold.

A rustle from across the camp pricked his pointed ears, followed by a thunderous yawn.

"Finally," Astarion muttered, "it’s about damn time someone’s awake."

He meticulously arranged his silver curls and tucked his cotton shirt back into his waistband, refusing to appear anything less than immaculate—especially if the cute tiefling companion was the first riser. But when he pushed aside his tent flaps, his hopes deflated at the sight of the wizard, who was busy conjuring a firebolt to resurrect their dying campfire and clanking pots around.

"Ah, good morning, Astarion!" Gale called out cheerfully. "Sleep well, considering....?"

Astarion settled by the fire with a dramatic sigh. "It would be a good morning if it weren't practically noon."

Confusion flashed across Gale's features. He scrambled back to his tent causing great commotion within, returning moments later with an ornate timepiece clutched in his hands. "Why didn't you wake us? We're rather pressed for time, in case you've forgotten about the whole tadpoles-in-our-heads situation."

"I assumed you all needed the beauty rest." Astarion's lips curled into a wicked smile. "And judging by the looks of you, I wasn't wrong."

Gale massaged his temples, clearly fighting back frustration. "This isn't a joke, Astarion. We're racing against time here. I-" He cut himself off with a sharp breath. "Just... go wake Amaya. I'll handle Shadowheart."

"As you wish," Astarion drawled, waving him off with elegant dismissiveness.

While Gale hurried toward Shadowheart's tent, Astarion took his time approaching Amaya's velvet red tent. Behind him, chaos erupted.

"WHY WOULD YOU THROW A BOOK AT ME?" Gale's voice cracked.

"Why are you in my tent?!" Shadowheart shot back.

"Because it's past noon and we need to get moving!"

Astarion chuckled at their squabbling before turning his attention to Amaya's tent. Her soft snores drifted through the canvas, and with nimble fingers, he untied the entrance flaps. The sight before him made something stir in his stomach—a feeling he'd rather not examine too closely. The tiefling lay curled beneath her blanket, clutching a threadbare stuffed bunny. Her usual ponytail had come undone, leaving raven-black and burgundy curls scattered across her face, some strands tangled around her glowing ember-colored horns.

"Cute," he whispered, his dead heart seeming to skip a beat—yet another feeling he'd been studiously ignoring since their first meeting.

He reached out to gently shake her awake, but in a blur of motion, Amaya had a dagger at his throat, pulled from beneath her pillow. Astarion raised his hands in surrender, maintaining his composure despite the knife pressing against his skin.

"Shall we take a step back, darling?"

Horror washed over Amaya's features as recognition set in. The dagger clattered to her blanket. "Gods, I'm so sorry! I was... I was having a nightmare." Her hands trembled as her big, puppy dog eyes darted around the tent, still half-trapped in whatever terror had gripped her dreams.

"No harm done," Astarion said with a roguish wink. "Now we're even. You should join us for breakfast —we've all had quite the lie-in." He spun on his heel and returned to the fire.

Moments later, Amaya emerged, her hair still charmingly disheveled, and settled between Astarion and Shadowheart, who was weaving her long black hair into an intricate plait.

"Good afternoon, Amaya." Gale's smile was painfully earnest as he offered her dried fruit and coffee. Astarion rolled his eyes at the wizard's transparent attempt at courtship."I ate earlier." Astarion declined when Gale extended a bowl to him.

Gale shrugged and added the extra rations to his bowl but Astarion could feel Shadowheart's suspicious gaze boring into him, making his shoulders tense.

Amaya and Shadowheart whispered between themselves, their conversation drifting between hair braiding and other such trivialities. Astarionn, however, could not have cared less for their chatter, though he had wished Amaya was paying attention to him instead though..

"So, what's the plan?" Shadowheart then asked, turning to Amaya, who had barely touched her food.

"Oh, right, um, the temple," Amaya replied, setting aside her breakfast to sip her coffee and wrestle with her tangled curls. "We might find a healer there, or at least supplies we can use."

"I suppose that is our best option at the moment, though this place seems devoid of any people," Shadowheart mused. "Very well —shall we say twenty-five minutes to prepare?"

A sudden, intoxicating scent cut through the morning air—faintly metallic yet strikingly sweet similar to the rich aroma of chocolate pastries that filled Astarion's nostrils.  Astarion's gaze snapped to its source: Amaya had worried her cuticles raw until they bled. He wrenched his attention back to the fire, licking his lips. Everyone’s words began to jumble around him as his hunger began to worsen.

"Does that sound good to you too, Astarion?" Shadowheart’s voice cut through Astarion’s distraction.

"What? Yes, fine, whatever you say." He stood abruptly, retreating to his tent avoiding anyone’s gaze.

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She was in her dreams from the night prior again, she was twelve, her small feet thundering down the creaky stairs of their cottage. The worn wood groaned beneath each step. She collided with a tall figure— a familiar wood elf with dark hair streaked with silver, and his eyes were wide with fear.

"Daddy, what's happening? Who are those people?" Her voice trembled.

He crouched before her, placing his hands gently on her shoulders. A familiar scent of pine needles laced within the air. "Sweetheart, I need you to go upstairs and lock yourself in your bedroom. Don't come out until you hear my voice. Do you understand?"

"But where's Mommy? And Uncle Vance?" Her small fingers clutched at the strings of his worn white doublet’s collar.

"They're talking to our... guests." His voice cracked on the last word. "Please, hurry." His fingers gently twirled her raven curls in an attempt to soothe the young tiefling.

"But the bad thoughts are coming back," she whispered, her head beginning to pound with familiar darkness.

His grip tightened on her shoulders, eyes boring into hers. "Listen to me, baby. You must fight those thoughts. No matter what happens, always fight them. Now go!" He gave her a quick peck on her forehead before releasing her with a soft push.

Amaya fled upstairs, her heart hammering against her ribs. She slammed her bedroom door, quickly locking it before shoving her heavy oak toybox against it. A woman’s screams pierced the air, and Amaya clapped her hands over her ears, but she couldn't block out the whispers in her mind. The murderous thoughts that grew louder with each passing second, keeping time with the approaching footsteps in the hall.

The scene dissolved, reforming into rain-slicked cobblestones. She was now sixteen, running through streets that stank of stale ale and desperation. Drunken leers from taverns followed her passage, hands grabbing at her clothes, her hair, her skin. A iron-strong grip suddenly locked around her wrist, spinning her to face a human man with weathered skin, grey-streaked beard, and a winged serpent pin that gleamed dully in the street lights

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Alcohol soured his breath.

"Please," she begged, "let me go."

His laugh was ugly. "You think stabbing me would be enough for you to leave? I own you, girl. Get back to the safe house. Now."

"Cralos, please-"

"You heard me, safe house. Now."

She closed her eyes as the dark thoughts plagued her mind, a flood of wonderfully violent imagery —his throat opening beneath her blade, blood painting the cobblestones a thousand different ways; stabbing him over and over again. Her eyes snapped open and she then dropped the blade from her hands, blood covered her hands and splattered across her face. A smile then crept across her features, the urge she had been fighting, finally won.

Reality snapped back into focus as strong fingers gripped her wrists. Astarion's face swam before her, his crimson eyes wide with alarm.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" His grip tightened. "You nearly walked straight into that trap!"

Amaya yanked free, rubbing her reddened wrist. Before she could retort, Astarion threw up his hands in exasperation.

"I'll disarm the rest myself, since I seem to be the only one paying attention." He stalked ahead, muttering under his breath.

Amaya leaned against the cool temple wall, crossing her arms. Their hope of finding a healer had led them only to bandits and emptiness. A gentle touch on her shoulder made her flinch— Gale, watching her with poorly concealed concern.

"You seem rather lost in thought," he said softly. "And I don't believe it's our little tadpole friend causing it."

She managed a weak smile. "Just on edge. Everything that's happened..."

"Aren't we all?" His hand moved to her back, rubbing soothing circles. "Perhaps what you need is a proper hot meal and several glasses of that firewine we found. Nothing soothes the soul quite like good food and better wine."

"That sounds heavenly," she murmured. Gale then gave her a soft smile and went to examine more of the books they had discovered in one of the abandoned studies. However, her eyes drifted to Astarion, who was watching them with an unreadable expression as he worked on another trap. Pain then slightly flared in her wrist—as she could feel a bit of blood seep into her wrist bindings—and she whispered a healing spell under her breath.

Astarion materialized beside her, making her jump. "Found something interesting." He held up an iron key and a peculiar coin, both gleaming dully in the temple's dim light. "This should open the next chamber."

"An iron coin?" Amaya turned it over in her palm. "That's... unusual but finders keepers." She handed the coin back to Astarion.

"Indeed." His eyes lingered on her face a moment too long before he turned away.

The key led them into what must have been the temple's main sanctuary. Rows of dusty pews faced an altar, and towering statues loomed in the shadows. The air felt thick with age and forgotten prayers.

"Armed scribes," Amaya observed, noting the skeletal remains scattered about. "But no signs of struggle."

Astarion's voice was thoughtful. "I wonder what was so subversive about their words that they commanded struggle.”

“Apparently it was for Jergal given the statue depicting him, the Scribe of the Dead,” Shadowheart interjected, studying the towering statue before them, “Though, I don't think much worship him anymore.”

The bones began to stir and crack before she'd finished speaking. Skeletal fingers clutched ancient weapons as the scribes rose, their hollow eye sockets gleaming.

Gale's witch bolt crackled through the air as Shadowheart's divine magic forced several undead to retreat. Astarion and Amaya found themselves backed against the altar, facing three of the skeletal warriors. Astarion vanished into the shadows, appearing behind one to drive his blade through its spine. He kicked another's legs out from under it, but the third caught him across the face with its blade. 

Amaya wielding her own divine magic, shining as bright as the moon, empowered her glowing shortsword into one of the skeletons rushing toward Gale. But in the corner of her eye, she saw Astarion stumble backward, caught off guard as the skeleton advanced on him

"Shit, Astarion!" Amaya's scream echoed off the stone walls as the skeleton raised its sword for a killing blow. 

Suddenly a luminous flame erupted from her hands, consuming the undead in brilliant light. The skeleton crumbled to ash as she rushed to Astarion's side, helping him to a nearby bench. 

"Te Curo," she whispered, the once bright magic was now fading to a soft glow of a twilight evening, her magic flowing from her fingers to a gash on his cheek. The wound sealed beneath her touch, but she found herself lingering, her hand cupping his face. His eyes had softened, losing their usual sharp edge as he looked up at her.

"Does that feel better?" she asked softly, her heart skipping at their proximity.

"I... yes." He cleared his throat, a faint flush coloring his pale cheeks. "Thank you." He gave a small, almost formal bow before retreating to where Shadowheart was healing a wound on Gale.

The rest of their temple exploration yielded more questions than answers. They encountered Withers, an ancient undead who spoke in riddles and promised to join their camp—though Astarion showed much discomfort for the wraith to join them. By nightfall, they'd returned to their camp, where the promised firewine flowed freely and the air filled with the mouthwatering aroma of sautéed sausages, caramelized onions, and melted cheese.

Astarion sat apart from the others, sprawled elegantly near his tent squinting at a book in his lap, the candlelight casting shadows across his sharp features. When the food was ready, he took his portion to a nearby cliff edge, silhouetted against the now-set sun.

"He seems uninterested in our company," Shadowheart remarked acidly.

Gale shrugged. "Perhaps he just likes to be alone"

Shadowheart rolled her eyes at Gale's remark, as she shoved another piece of sausage into her mouth. 

 "Give him a break, we've all been through hell lately, and literally." Amaya said softly.

Shadowheart nodded, her expression softening and her voice gentle as she replied, "I don't trust him. But I suppose you're right." She then gathered her dishes, tossing them onto the growing pile that someone would eventually have to clean up. "I'm going to pray and meditate for now. Amaya, come find me if you still want me to do your hair," she added with a small smile, retreating to her tent.

Amaya then gathered her courage along with her bowl and approached Astarion's solitary perch. "Astarion?"

"Ah, my dagger-happy friend." He didn't turn, but his lips curved into a slight smile. "What troubles you my dear?"

“May I join you?”

“By all means.” Astarion waved his hand, gesturing for her to join him.

She settled beside him, close enough to feel the strange coolness that always seemed to emanate from him. Overhead the nightsky beforethem was a tapestry of glittering stars, without a cloud in sight. The pale moon shining, casting a slight glow upon the both of them.

"So, not a tentacle to be seen," Astarion mused, breaking the comfortable silence.

Amaya speared a piece of sausage. "I could say the same to you."

"True enough. We're all doing remarkably well, considering. Though I'm not taking anything for granted. First sign of transformation, and I'll have to stop that pretty little heart of yours." He tapped her chest lightly, the gesture somehow both playful and threatening. "I'm open to suggestions—knives, poison, strangulation. Whatever you'd prefer."

"If I had to choose..." She set her bowl aside, meeting his gaze. "Make it quick. With a knife."

"A classic choice!" His eyes sparkled. "One clean thrust to the heart, and it's over. Though we'd need a proper blade—can't have me fumbling about with a dinner knife." He paused, his smile softening. "All hypothetical, of course."

"And you?" She tilted her head. "How should I kill you?"

"Oh, you cute little thing." His hand rose to her face, using cool fingers gently tucking a wayward curl behind her pointed ear. The casual intimacy of the gesture sent warmth flooding through her chest. His fingers lingered, plucking a leaf from her hair. "I'd like to see you try. Though perhaps we should focus on finding you a proper comb first. Your curls seem to be collecting half the forest." He purred, voice low and sultry.

The frigid touch left Amaya's skin tingling, and she found herself leaning slightly toward him before catching herself. "Qavzhe, I- Shadowheart told me she was going to help me with something," she stammered, abruptly standing up and hurrying toward Shadowheart's tent, tripping over her own feet, acutely aware of Astarion’s gaze following her.

“What’s wrong with you?” Shadowheart stifled a laugh when Amaya entered her tent.

“Nothing, it’s nothing. Can you just show me how you braid your hair.” Amaya asked, trying to sound casual.

Shadowheart smiled warmly. “So pushy but come here.” Amaya sat cross-legged next to Shadowheart on her bedroll while Shadowheart began to comb her fingers through Amaya’s curls. “You know, I can just do this for you every night until we find a healer.”

“That sounds nice actually, perhaps after dinner?” Amaya said softly.

“It’s a deal.” Shadowheart then began to carefully weave Amaya’s curls into an intricate braid.

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End A/N: If you are wondering "Qavzhe" means "gods" in infernal from the translator I'm using :)

[evedaser]

I've taken my tallies. The list has been updated.

As of December 25th, 2024, with tallies taken for 49/65 episodes of the series, the two episodes with the highest amount of spells in the entirety of BBC Merlin are 5.13: The Diamond of the Day Part II and 1.01: The Dragon's Call.

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Creepy old guy

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“You’re a caveman. And I’ve invented fire.”

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