#dewdrops at dawn

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[sunmoonjune]

petrichor

Long before the human species was born, there was another world. One of wonder and boundless imagination - in which beings of many forms walked the planet. Magic was commonplace and creatures of different species could wield it with an incredible ability.

This world was beautiful. Full of light and harmony, the species worked amongst each other without conflict and the earth thrived under their care. However, as the humans began to find their place amongst the creatures, the magic of the other world quickly seemed to fade. Humans were skeptical of other beings - they were frightened of their power and their magic.

And so the other world seemed to fade.

Disappearing beyond a veil of mist, the world of magic and imagination was hidden from human-kind. To protect the earth and its creatures, the world was separated and concealed from the eyes of those who did not seek to protect the life beyond. Only those who believed in the magic of the other world - those who so desperately longed for a life beyond the simplicity and corruption of the human world - were able to pass between realms and into the world of magic.

Into the world of Petrichor.

In this little world, creatures of both day and night coexist and share the lands of earth. Beyond the hidden veil of both light and shadow, the supernatural world awaits: vampires, werewolves, demons, angels, faeries - and so many more.

They’re waiting for you, won’t you join them?

As you push beyond the veil, feeling the world of humankind disappear behind you, a gentle hand stretches out to greet you. You can’t seem to make out their form, but their voice is kind and their presence comforting. Form shrouded by light, it seems as though no matter how you peer at them, their body will never be revealed to your eyes. The light warps around their form, bright and hot - as though the sun itself radiated from their skin. However, when you turn once more, it’s a glimpse of cool shadow and the shimmer of stars cloaking their skin. Both the brilliance of day and the comfort of night illuminate from the otherworldly being – as if they themself were both the sun and moon all at once.

They beckon you closer, softly coaxing you towards them. Stepping forward on shaky legs, waves of both apprehension and an unwavering curiosity push you onward. Quietly, the being encourages you to make your first decision and gestures towards the arching doorways beyond.

Each door is different from the last, decorated with golden celestial bodies and radiating with a warmth that settles soothingly in your chest. They are brilliant in a way you cannot fathom - brighter than the sun and darker than the night sky. Yet, they still radiate warmth and simmer with the touch of magic, a feeling you cannot describe with words.

You turn to face the being once more with a question in your eyes. You’re tempted to speak, but the words feel heavy on your tongue. However, the being seems to understand, and they hum softly to comfort the nerves that rattle beneath your skin.

“The choice is yours, my dear,” the voice murmurs. “Which adventure will you choose first?”

When you turn back to face the doorways before you, a new curiosity starts to build in your chest. Swelling vibrantly with the beginnings of that anxiously happy feeling that spawns at the beginning of a new adventure, you step towards the door that calls to you the strongest.

It seems as though the golden archway sings to you, calling out for your presence and pulling you toward it. Unable to pull yourself away from the feeling, a sense of longing begins to settle in your gut as you approach the door. The ornate details of the frame seem so familiar - as if you have seen them before, though you are quite sure you've never seen this otherworldly place before.

Your heart skips a beat, pulse racing with the hum of a new adventure, and you inhale deeply as you make your choice. Heart now set on the door of your choice, you take a step forward with determination and stride towards the arching entryway that called to you.

 *:･ﾟ Welcome to the Kingdom of Dawn! ･ﾟ:*

The golden doorway before you is glorious. With raised embellishments of rising suns across the head of the arch, you raise a hand to run a soft finger across the fading stars that decorate the sides. The metal is warm beneath your skin and it seems to hum under your touch, radiating with some kind of familiarity that you cannot comprehend. The heat of the morning seems to fill your chest, and the memory of early mornings and pinky orange skies filter through your mind. The serenity and calm of the first blush of daylight radiate from the doorway, settling under your skin with a soft touch.

When the doorway swings open with a slow and steady movement, a burst of warm air filters through the towering doorway. A sweet hum settles under your skin and ripples through your chest, making its home in the crevices of your heart. It sings strongly, nestling deep in your being and wrapping your form in an affectionate heat and reminding you of a home you long to return to. Your fingers buzz with some sort of electricity, feeling like the nerves have been lit beneath your skin. It is not painful - in fact, it’s a strangely comforting feeling.

“A soulbond,” the same, otherworldly voice from before, explains with a mystical voice. “Don’t fear it, lovely – it will keep you safe.”

You nod softly and turn to face the disembodied voice once more. “What happens now?” you question.

A sweet chuckle follows your inquisition and the sound is comforting. They motion towards the doorway, pushing you to enter.

“You’ve made your choice, my dear,” They whisper. “Now go – they’ve been waiting for you for far too long.”

The phantom sensation of hands on your skin nudges your back towards the doorway, but when you turn there’s no one there. Though, you do hear an amused chuckle from a distance when your brows furrow in confusion. 

The kingdom beyond the doorway of rising suns is ruled by the fiercest of Hell’s devils. The eight rulers of the kingdom after death are demons of great power. Their control over the seven rings of Hell is absolute, and they are not to be underestimated. But don’t be afraid, the High King of Hell has chosen you – and now he and his seven rulers await your call.

Another hand appears in the doorway, this time it’s more or less human. Their skin looks soft and their gesture kind. At the sight, the ‘bond’ in your chest hums in familiarity, as if you knew the form still shrouded in the darkness beyond the door. Their scent filters through your senses with the dregs of a memory you cannot touch. Every part of their body seems to call out to you, aching to bring you closer - to reconnect the part of your soul that had been parted from them. Waves of emotion overtake your body as their gentle hand reaches closer, longing to grasp your skin within their own.

Your stomach twists with butterflies and the excitement of a new adventure fills your chest, your own hand buzzing with the ache to intertwine your fingers. As the doorway shines with the warmth of dawn and the body beyond the shadow awaiting your decision, you take a deep breath in through your mouth to settle your excited nerves and step closer to the doorway.

Will you take his hand? 

*:･ﾟ Welcome to the Kingdom of Night! ･ﾟ:*

As you pass by the golden doorway adorned with symbols of rising suns, your eyes are drawn towards another arching entryway. In comparison to the first, the shining metal of the curved structure is embellished with figures of the night sky. Along the twisted pillars that stand upright on either side of the entryway, there are little stars hidden behind clouds. Constellations filter across the ochre framework, littering the material as stars do in the night sky. Along the head of the doorway, the phases of the moon arch over your head. The full moon shines brightly in the center, brilliantly radiating among the other shapes - as if its prominent figure holds more importance than the other phases.

You allow your finger to run over one of the raised embellishments of a star and feel a strange hum echo through your being. It makes you shiver, as though electricity spiked each of your nerve endings and set them alight. It’s not an unwelcome feeling, however. Soon after the buzz of electricity fades, a soothing hum settles over your skin in a comforting wave of relief. The tips of your fingers still hum with that new murmur of heat and you strangely find that you like it.

The strange, otherworldly voice returns to your mind, as though you’re not hearing them aloud. They chuckle softly, as if they know something you do not, and the sound makes your chest warm. You turn to face them, despite not being able to take in their form, brows raised to question the mirth in their voice.

“Hmm,” they hum kindly, ushering you closer toward the doorway. “Another soulbond - it seems you are deeply loved in every universe, my dear.”

Their words only seem to confuse you more. Unable to find the words to question their confession, they hum softly again and offer you another gentle nudge in the direction of the door adorned with the symbols of the night sky.

You feel your pulse skip a beat as you step closer. The electricity from before returns, fizzling in the space that lingers between you and the golden door. A question is on the tip of your tongue, aching to spill forth, and you turn your head over your shoulder once more to question the being of both the sun and moon.

“What do I do?” You murmur, the familiar hum of anxiety beginning to prick at your chest.

The sun-moon being offers a sweet laugh, settling your twisting stomach with a comforting sound. They gesture towards the handle of the door, your eyes turning back to the ornate structure.

“Everything,” they murmur kindly. “And nothing. Your choice has been made - by the beat of your heart, this universe has called for you.”

You suck in a breath. Chest thumping with the beat of your heart, you feel the knob beneath your hand begin to shift as you turn the cool metal. The buzz in your veins returns tenfold, lighting each nerve along your arm.

“Don’t keep them waiting too long, lovely.” the voice returns, murmuring their final words into your mind, for you alone to hear. Their gentle hands nudge your back and with a strange sensation, you realize there's no one actually touching you - just phantom fingers grazing your skin. 

Beyond the doorway of night skies and phases of the moon, lies a kingdom of magic and creatures that prowl beneath the sky of the full moon. The world is ruled by predators of the night and the eight werewolves that linger just beyond the doorway have long been awaiting your presence. The pack of stray kids formed under their unbreakable Alpha are immovable forces of nature. They guard their pack with a ferocity many creatures cannot match. And they’re waiting for you.

You can’t help the way your lips pull into a sweet smile

When a hand reaches out from the shadowed depths of the golden archway, their gentle fingers awaiting your hand, you feel that new buzz of electricity size vibrantly within you. It hums beneath your skin and feels warm and familiar. Though you’re sure you’ve never met this new person, their form feels all too comforting and memorable. The ‘bond’ in your chest surges upon sight of their hand, as though it aches to pull you towards them - to intertwine the red strings that bind you together. With that sweet murmur of heat radiating from their skin, waiting patiently for you, you step forward with your breath caught in your throat.

Will you take his hand?

a/n: this is a sort of choose your own adventure style masterlist to the petrichor universes! each link will take you to a separate maser list for either world, where you’ll find info about the world and the boys as well as the creatures, and links to the fics in those universes! 

taglist updates: 

if you’d like to be tagged for updates in this universe please let me know! also please specify if you want to be tagged for both kingdom of dawn and kingdom of night pieces or just one! thank you so much lovelies <3

*extra shoutout to the anon who gave the brilliant idea for the name petrichor! all the love to you my dear <33

[dewedup]

mountain being terrified of spiders, like tears, squealing, the works. dew has to follow him to the greenhouse every morning to do a perimeter check, sighing and knocking down the offending arachnid when he hears mountain gasp, pointing shakily at the upper corner of the building.

[zenogram]

In the stillness of dawn's embrace, Verdant leaves whisper truths to the air, Sunlight pours like liquid gold through branches, Each dewdrop a crystal, a wish waiting to share. Meadows stretch, a canvas of emerald dreams, Where wildflowers bloom in delicate hues, Nature’s breath, a soft sigh of peace, Wrapped in a symphony, the heart gently renews.

[iamthecomet]

Crimson Dawn

For @p1nkcanoe.

Rating: Explicit. Pairing(s): Aeon/Swiss. Dew/Swiss (if you squint). Nothing explicit, literally just some kissing. Featuring: Murder ghouls. Blood. Gore. Violence. Death (Sibling of Sin). Blood Drinking. Angst on Aeon's part. Aeon fucked up and now Dew has to fix it. Dew being annoyed. A whole lot of character development. New Murder Ghoul Lore. Swiss being Swiss. Sunshine shows up for a second. So much blood. Kissing. A little bit of a blood kink (mostly my own). On screen Sibling of Sin murder. Word Count: 3.5k+

It's Aeon's first pack hunt topside. He makes a mistake (or ten).

Dew whistles low and Aeon stumbles to his feet. Turning to look at his packmates. Guilt smeared across his face.

“I didn’t mean to.” The words tumble out. Aeon wrings his hands. He doesn’t know where to look. At the blood all over his hands. At the sharp lines of Dew’s face, at Sunshine, who has broken away from Dew’s side in favor of circling Aeon’s kill. Head tilted. There’s blood and twigs in her copper curls. Dark bruises on her neck no doubt from Mountain’s teeth. Aeon almost asks where everyone else is before he remembers that’s the last thing he should be thinking about. They’re standing at the base of the grand staircase. Right inside the front door. He shudders.

The abbey will be waking up soon. And this?

Dew claps Aeon on his shoulder, boney fingers digging in just a little. It pulls him out of his panic just enough to refocus his eyes on Dew’s face.

“Almost as bad as when Sunny did it,” Dew says with a shrug. Sunshine scoffs somewhere behind Aeon.

“I don’t know, this is pretty bad.”

Read the rest on AO3.

Also tagging @fruitsandcheese because I know how much you love murder ghouls ♥.

[annacake]

Everyone is gathering in their formal outfits...it's the Big Day

[riveramorylunar]

Headcanons for my Daughter Of The Little Mermaid Female Ocs and Non-binary Ocs.

Series Masterlist

A/N: Here are some headcanons I gave my female Ocs and Non-binary Ocs. If you have any headcanons for them you can share!!

Althea:

~ Even though she is a beast she's just a little baby who loves to cuddle and lay on big fluffy beds. She's a big hugger as well (get it because she's big when she's in beast form) anyways she'd also just follow you around like a little puppy begging for attention.

~ If you're tired and your feet hurt she'd pick up and carry you anywhere you'd like to go. She'd absolutely give you piggy back rides if you asked either in her human form or beast form whichever one you wanted.

~ She'd absolutely hurt anyone who touched you if you didn't want them to touch you.

~ If she saw someone trying to flirt with you or you hanging out with someone that likes you she'd kill them then tell you they left the school.

Skadi Frost:

~ Skadi would absolutely destroy anything that would hurt you. She'd hunt down the people who would lay a single finger on you or talk shit behind your back. She'd make them freeze to death with her powers.

~ If you were burning up outside in the blazing hot she'd wrap her arms around you from behind and cool you down with her cold body.

~ Even though she seems cold on the outside (literally) she has a warm heart and would definitely take care of you if you have a fever.

~ She'd make things out of snow and ice for you if you asked her to. She'd making anything even if it was hard to make. She'd would definitely blow snow in your direction just to watch you shiver before she laughed.

Snowbell Charming:

~ Loves to help you get ready in the morning. Brush your hair and put your makeup on.

~ Oh god does she love teasing you when you're with your friends. She would sometimes brush her hand down the back of your arm while you talk with Skadi or Althea. She whisper stuff into you ear and watch you shiver before she smirked against your ear. She'd randomly grab you by the hip and pull you into her side before pecking your cheek then leaving.

~ She loves the fact that she could rest her arm on the top of your head. She always jokes about how easy it is to lift you up off the ground.

~ When you're sick she'd tell you to stay in bed. She'd get some soup and crackers for you to eat while she held a cold cloth on your forehead or neck. She'd kiss your forehead before cuddling up to you so you wouldn't have nightmares.

Lenore DeVille:

~  Lenore well she's her mother's daughter. She'd help you pick out the perfect outfits to wear if you asked for help. She'd definitely take you shopping and buy you new expensive clothes or make them for you. She'd help you pick out the perfect shades of  colors that go together.

~ If you wanted your hair dyed or cut she'd do it in any style or color you wanted.

~ If you wanted to match with her she'd be happy like really happy. Her eyes would sparkle as her smile was huge. She'd definitely make matching outfits for the occasion.

~ She'd teach you how to sew and make outfits. If you poked yourself with a needle (which was constantly) she'd make sure you didn't see the blood. She'd kiss your finger after it was patched up before helping you finish your outfit.

Blythe Heart:

~ Let's see Blythe would be absolutely crazy on Valentine's Day. She'd buy you Red roses, heart shaped chocolates. Basically anything that was heart shaped or red since she's the daughter Of The Queen of hearts. If you weren't nauseous whenever you saw blood she'd literally bring someone's heart to you with her hand drenched in blood while she just smiled sweetly.

~ She'd get a tattoo with a heart and your initials in it. It'd be right on her actual heart (Well the skin). She'd surprise you with the tattoo. After it was healed she let you run your fingers over it.

~ If you asked to play with her hair when you felt like you were on a brick of a panic attack she'd take you somewhere private. She'd take her hair out of the style she was wearing it in before sitting down on the floor while you sat down on a chair behind her. She'd stroke through your hair and let you cuddle up to her.

~ If someone hurt you she'd shout at the top of her lungs "OFF WITH THEIR HEAD" to the guards before telling them who it was.

Eternity & Obsidian:

~ Even though they're Ursula's daughters and supposedly your enemies they would confess their undying love for you in the moonlight by the lake.

~ They'd pour poison into a person's cup of they talked to you. Eternity would keep you occupied will Obsidian would throw the body or bodies into the ocean letting the sharks eat them.

~ They'd go swimming with you in the lake. Obsidian would splash you of course and Eternity would just roll her eyes. They'd sing you a song to make you fall asleep better.

~ Even though they're identical sisters they acted completely different. Eternity acts mean and tough but deep down she's a big teddy bear while Obsidian is literally mean and quiet most of the time. She'd glare at anyone that looked at you.

Sparky Jester:

~ Sparky she's a complete jokester of course. She loves to make people laugh especially you. Seeing you laugh and giggle at all her tricks warms her heart greatly.

~ She absolutely loves to pull pranks on people especially the princesses. She'd ask them to shake her hand and they'd get zapped.

~ Oh she'd have fun making things explode anywhere whether it was in the great hall, a classroom, outside or the communal hall.

~ She would just randomly scoop you up off the floor whenever she would pass by you in the hallway before darting off while you clung onto her for dear life

Zyrsa:

~ Zyrsa would be so soft even though she acts tough. She'd nuzzle her face into your neck while she hugs you from behind.

~ She'd tell you stories about all the adventures she went on a hundred years ago and tell you how she got the scar on her face without telling you all the bloody details. She'd let you trace it at times when she needed a distraction from everything.

~ Her favorite thing to do is take a stroll around the castles even if nobody could see her except you.

~ She'd turn anyone into a toad if they dared lay a hand on you. Or she'd threaten to feed them to her pet's.

Ilora:

~ They're such a huge romantic. They would kiss you under the moonlight in the rose garden after giving you a rose that would last for eternity. They'd take you on candle lit dinners either in the Museum of Heroes and Villains or in the non-enchanted forest. They'd buy you tons of gifts like jewelry, stuffed animals, chocolates really anything you like.

~ Their favorite colors are Gold, Black and Red.

~ They'd stroke through your hair and hold you close if you had a bad day. They would kiss your face every few minutes and continue to hold you until you calmed down and fell asleep.

~ Oh how they would track down whoever made you feel this way before making their death a slow and painful one while they just smiled.

Dawn Solari (Sun goddess):

~ Even though she's a goddess she doesn't see herself as one. She sees herself as just another human being.

~ Her wings are soft to the touch and she would wrap them around you . She'd let you touch them if you asked.

~ Her body radiates heat since she is the sun goddess. So whenever you were cold she would pull you into her and warm you up.

~ She has the power to control fire and light.

Astraea Callisto (Moon Goddess):

~ Just like Dawn she thinks of herself as another human being.

~ She loves it when you just randomly walk up to her and hug her before burying your face into her chest. She would wrap her pale arms around you and keep you close.

~ Sometimes she would just pull you into a room and cuddle you which is absolutely adorable.

~ She has the power to control water and darkness.

Dewdrop:

~ Dewdrop is exactly like her mother Tinkerbell. She loves to make stuff out of Lost things that she finds all around Neverland. She loves the colors green and white just like her mother Tinkerbell.

~ She'd make random stuff for you out of the blue and hand it over to you after she's done.

~ She's a huge teddy bear she absolutely loves to cuddle and hug. She loves to show affection in any way she can whether it's holding hands, kissing, hugging or cuddling.

~ She's more energetic than her sister's since she has ADHD. But at times she could get lost in her thoughts and not remember what she was doing until 20 minutes after. She gets distracted very easily.

Ivybell:

~ She's a literal bookworm. She buried her face into the books and gets lost in reading them. She's the quietest between her sisters. She only speaks when she wants to and to the people she wants to talk to.

~ She loves to drink tea whenever she gets the chance to make some. She would curl up under a blanket with a book in hand while tea was in the other.

~ She'd definitely read a story to you if you wanted her to. She'd let you pick which one you wanted her to read since she's ready all of them of course.

~ She would make a magical dreamcatcher that would ward off any nightmares you would have and catch your dreams in the holes. She'd make more of course and some other things as well, as a thank you for staying by her side even though she doesn't talk much.

Jasmine:

~ She's rude to the people she absolutely dispises. She'd flip them off behind their backs sometimes even in front of them if she wanted to.

~ She's like her mother Vidia a hundred percent. She would glare at anyone who would try and touch her. She'd use her wind powers to knock people off their feet before laughing.

~ She definitely has a soft spot for you and would help you with anything you need help with. Like reaching a high place she'd be there. She's extremely protective of you and would pull you into her side if anyone looked at you.

~ She'd be an absolute wreck if you asked her out on a date. She'd get flustered and not know what to say. She would only nod when you ask her.

Everly:

~ Everly is absolutely mean at first but when she asks to hang out with you she starts to become nicer. She's still mean to everyone else though.

~ She would take you out on little picnic's away from the two schools views. She'd bring your favorite food(s) to the picnic

~ Even though she's nice to you she's still mean to everyone else. She'd yell at them or just simply shove them out of the way before laughing.

~ She'd definitely join in on playing pranks especially against the princes that she absolutely despised and didn't want to look at.

Aldith:

~ She's absolutely cocky no doubt about that. She loves to tease you and make you blush a lot. She's a pirate for fuck sake.

~ She's definitely into fashion and the most stylish pirate you have ever known. She would sometimes walk onto the deck wearing a revealing outfit that made you a mess.

~ Her favorite thing to do is fight with the crew. Almost everyday she'd be on deck fighting one of the crew members.

~ While she loves her body she would sometimes feel insecure about it since she has scars littered all over.

[yonderoo]

🌸✨ Stepping into the dreamy enchanted forest at the break of dawn feels like entering another world—a place where magic is not just a possibility, but a certainty. 

This drawing captures that ethereal moment, focusing on a single elegant flower that’s the true hero of the scene. See how it gently unfurls its petals, as if stretching after a long, slumberous night. The first light of morning casts a soft, golden hue over everything, making the dewdrops on its leaves twinkle like tiny diamonds.

Surrounding this floral protagonist, the foliage sways gracefully in a whispered dance, touched by the caress of a delicate breeze. Every leaf and petal seem to be in on the secret—the promise of a new day filled with possibility and wonder.

This illustration isn’t just a visual feast; it’s a glimpse into a moment teeming with life and quiet beauty, wrapped in the soft embrace of dawn. Come, lose yourself in this enchanting spectacle and let the magic of the morning wash over you. 🌿🌞💧

[kairoot]

✶ 𝓗𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 ．．박종성

⤷ 𝑖n which you enjoy the sunrise on your small farm with your two favorite people.

𝒑𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : husband!jay x 𝑝𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗍！𝑓．𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : fluff 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 : no 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : pet names, kisses, lmk if i missed anything !

( 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂𝒏’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 ) : inspired by @allurecile bc i loved their jake fic so much and this thought has been in my head for forever.. jay pls become a farmer. & pls leave reblogs and feedback, they are much appreciated !! ♡︎

birds chirped and the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, casting a gentle golden glow across the fields. dew-kissed blades of grass shimmered in the early morning light, while the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze added to the tranquil symphony.

the farm slowly awakened, with the silhouette of a barn emerging from the shadows and the distant silhouette of livestock beginning to stir, signaling the start of a new day.

you step out into the wide yard, yawning and stretching your arms out. you closed your eyes as the soft morning breeze swiped your cheek.

looking out over the large acres of your home, you spotted your husband crouched down near your crops. he wore his favorite flannel shirt, the sleeves rolled up as he cared for the growing vegetables in your garden. you smiled softly, admiring how hard he worked.

he looked up from what he was doing, spotting you on your home’s porch. his face broke into a wide smile, eyes lighting up warmth and affection. he set down his tools and took off his gloves as he stood up to walk over to you.

“good morning,” jay said, his voice gentle and filled with love.

“good morning,” you replied, feeling a surge of happiness at the sight of him.

he reached out and places a hand on your belly, where your baby is growing steadily each day. you were about seven months pregnant, and both you and the baby were the healthiest you had been, thanks to jay.

the gesture is tender, filled with a quiet joy that you both share. you cover his hand with yours, feeling the connection between the three of you.

"good," you assure him. "just a little sleepy."

he chuckles softly. "i was trying not to wake you."

"you didn't," you say, shaking your head. "i just wanted to come out and join you."

jay smiled once more, placing a kiss on your forehead and then your lips. he wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

together, you walk through the garden, taking in the beauty of the morning. the sun is rising higher now, casting long shadows and illuminating the dewdrops on the leaves and grass. the air is filled with the earthy scent of soil and the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers.

as you stroll through the rows of vegetables and herbs, you talk about your plans for the day, the excitement of preparing for the baby's arrival, and the simple joys of life on the farm. jay listens intently, his hand never leaving yours, his presence a constant source of comfort and strength.

“she’s gonna love the flowers,” you smiled, squeezing his hand.

“and the animals,” he added, looking over at the barn. “they’ll love her.”

“daisy already does,” you giggled, remembering how one of your mares wouldn’t stop rubbing her nose against your belly when it started to grow.

jay nodded in agreement, smiling at the memory.

“yeah, but i’m not so sure about cocoa.” he said, reminding you of the younger horse who hadn’t been to fond of you ever since you became pregnant.

you sighed, “i don’t know why he’s been acting that way..”

jay rubbed your back comfortingly, “you know how much he loves you. he doesn’t want the attention on anyone else but him when it comes to you.”

you nodded, continuing your stroll with him.

“can we go see them?”

jay nodded, a thoughtful smile on his face. “of course, honey.”

you followed him toward the barn, the path lined with blooming wildflowers and the morning sun casting a warm glow over everything. as you approached the barn, the familiar sounds of the horses’ gentle nickers and the clatter of hooves greeted you.

jay opened the barn door, and you stepped inside, where the scent of hay and horses was comforting. daisy was the first to notice you, and she trotted over with a friendly whinny, her ears pricked up in greeting. you reached out to pet her, feeling her soft nose against your hand.

cocoa, on the other hand, was in the far corner, watching you with curious but cautious eyes. jay noticed this and gave you a reassuring glance before carefully approaching the younger horse.

“hey, cocoa,” jay said softly, extending a hand. “it’s okay. we’re just here to visit.”

you watched as jay gently bridled cocoa, his calm and steady presence seeming to ease the horse’s nerves. soon, cocoa’s stance relaxed, and he allowed you to give him a gentle pat.

as you were enjoying the interaction, you felt a familiar fluttering sensation in your belly—your baby was moving. you chuckled softly and placed a hand on your belly. jay looked over and smiled, sensing the moment of connection between you and the baby.

just then, daisy, who had been happily munching on some hay, suddenly jumped like she’d been zapped by a static shock. she let out a comical squeal and took a few surprised hops backward, her mane flying wildly.

“whoa!” you exclaimed, trying to stifle a laugh. “i think the baby gave her a good kick!”

jay looked over, trying to hold back his laughter as daisy continued to prance around with exaggerated steps, clearly puzzled by the sudden sensation. “looks like she’s not used to the baby’s morning gymnastics..”

you gently approached daisy, who was now eyeing you with a mix of curiosity and wariness. “hey, easy,” you cooed, patting her gently. “it’s just the baby saying hello.”

jay knelt beside daisy, trying to calm her with soothing words while trying to suppress his chuckles. “there’s no need to dance, daisy. it’s just our little one showing off.”

the mare seemed to slowly realize that there was no real threat and cautiously approached you again, her ears still flicking back and forth.

“i guess the baby’s kicks are a little more dramatic than we thought,” you said with a grin, reaching out to give daisy another reassuring pat.

“definitely,” jay agreed, still laughing softly. “she’ll get used to the routines soon enough.”

with daisy settling down and the morning sun climbing higher, you and jay spent a few more moments enjoying the peaceful barn. the day ahead seemed even brighter, filled with the promise of more light-hearted moments and shared laughter as you prepared for the new adventures with your growing family.

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Killing you was the sinful culmination of his undying love, and breathing new life into you, a dowry bestowed upon you out of unconditional devotion.

Memento mori—Remember you must die. Enveloped in memories of her death, the Vampire Ascendant watches his darling consort as she slumbers, lost in dreams of blood and mist. Life is short, and shortly it will end; death comes quickly and respects no one. To death we are hastening, let us refrain from sinning.

An exploration of Astarion’s character and his relationship with his Dark Consort following the ascension, from a softer perspective.

Ascended Astarion x Spawn Tav (F!Reader)

w/c: 6.2k words . ao3 . spotify playlist . 18+ only . nsfw . dividers

a/n: thank you for reading! this is my first time dabbling in creative writing, and of course my first attempt at smut fiction, but still, I hope it is at least somewhat enjoyable. I would like to dedicate this work to the lovely @locallegume, who was a huge source of inspiration, and also to hismostbelovedspawn over on reddit, for being always so incredibly kind and supportive. I love you guys!

tags: blood drinking; cunnilingus; body worship; light dom/sub; vaginal fingering; mildly dubious consent; creampie; fluff & angst; emotional sex; dry humping; possessive behavior; somnophilia; orgasm edging; piv sex

The beginning of the morning twilight is Astarion’s favorite time of the day, for it feels at once ephemeral and infinite. The wistful silence, broken only by the still timid chirping of the waking birds; the royal blue-colored sky, tinged with specks of the purples and violets of the dawn; the chilly morning breeze, gently rustling the flowers in the garden, pushing the still forming dewdrops off their petals and onto the ground; you, slumbering beside him, pale skin reflecting the dim light of the fading moon, rosy lips slightly parted. Sleeping peacefully like this, you look like a life-sized porcelain doll, he thinks—your unmoving chest betrays your otherwise healthy likeness, as does the unnaturally blanched color of your skin. Your nightgown hangs lazily off your shoulder, exposing one of your breasts, and your undergarments lay discarded on the floor, on the exact same spot where he had tossed them earlier that night. He adores this version of you—so vulnerable, so defenseless, laid open for him, and him only.

Astarion finds it curious, how you seem to completely lose yourself in your dreams, yet he is also greatly perturbed by the notion that there is a part of you that he is still unable to access, to dominate. It feels unnatural, not to be able to control this elusive slice of your essence, but having ever only tranced, it also mystifies him that you’d voluntarily give up your consciousness each night. You were after all ever the trusting fool—from the moment you met, he had lied to you, manipulated you countless times, and each time you fell for it, standing by his side even when the world screamed at you not to. And even now, you give yourself to him, unquestioningly, unconditionally. In all the long years of his existence, there had been none like you, and there never will be again. None as trusting, none as kind, and he both hates and loves you for it. The very notion of you extending your kindness to anyone other than him is infuriating, and makes him want to take it for himself, put it in a glass dome and hide it away in a place where only he can bask in its warmth. He thinks he is owed that, at least; yours was the only hand that ever reached out to him, so he is justified in not wanting to share.

You shift slightly in your sleep, and a lock of your hair that had been trapped underneath one of your arms falls onto your chest. After eyeing it for a moment, Astarion reaches out for the tresses and grasps them between his fingers. Bringing them close to his nose, he takes in your scent, that is now also his. It smells comforting, familiar—it smells like home. The corner of his lips curl into an almost imperceptible smile, and he closes his eyes, letting out a contented sigh. The hushed shroud of the early hours acts as a cloak, under which he is granted a brief respite, a rare chance to let himself be gentle, be kind. Just as you become entirely vulnerable before him in your slumber, he too exposes the soft underbelly of his feelings for you; that chaotic, intoxicating brew, a messy blend of passion, guilt, hurt, longing, and love, endless and unrelenting love.

He brings his elegant fingers close to your face, and ever so gently glides their soft pads across the cold, velvety smooth skin of your cheek. Your long lashes flutter slightly, tickling the sensitive area under your eyes as he lowers the digits to brush the plump of your lips. He admires you for a short moment, taking in your image—his pretty consort, so beautiful, so frail, so foolishly devoted to him. Oh how lucky he is, to have you who would do anything for him by his side; his most precious treasure, the reason why his long dead heart beats inside his chest once more. He grasps your chin, delicately tilting your head upward to face him, and tenderly presses his lips to yours. His other hand moves to your chest, fingers softly caressing the pebbled peak of your exposed breast, his touch so faint that his skin barely comes into contact with yours. As much as Astarion enjoys asserting his dominance over you, making you kneel before him, seeing the dejected yet submissive expression on your pretty face whenever he decides to make a show of his power, it is these moments he values the most. In your intimacy, he may treat you gently, tenderly, and in your state of unconsciousness, by morning his loving touches will be but a hazy memory, securing your place below, but close beside him, from where you shall never leave for as long as he draws breath—which he can now only do thanks to you.

His fingers on your nipple leave it alone for a moment to close around your breast, giving it a soft, gentle squeeze. Moving quietly so as not to wake you, he slides his right leg under yours and presses it against the back of your knee, creating a space between your thighs as he pushes them apart, where he then nests himself, climbing on top of you.

“Astarion…” when you softly whisper his name, his half-smile widens into a grin; how reassuring it is, to know you belong to him even in your dreams. He lowers his head to plant a kiss on the delicate skin of the curve of your neck, and his lips brush against the two small indentations disrupting the otherwise pristine smoothness of your flesh. Instinctively, he brings his hand to the back of your right shoulder, his long fingers blindly searching for the matching set of bite marks. The last of the three pairs adorns your left wrist, for which reason he will ever so often take your hand in his, only to lovingly kiss it and turn it around so he can admire the evidence of his proudest feat—having sired you.

“Oh my love, I’m here. I’ve got you,” Astarion coos, holding your head gently against his bare chest, fingers tangled in your hair as you writhe and squirm in his arms, empty and glassy eyes lost in a hollow stare, seeing nothing but darkness, endless darkness. The expression on your face is at once delirious and vacant—mouth agape and fists clenched, pupils blown wide, eyelashes wet with tears and a thin string of drool coming out from the corner of your lip and trickling down your chin. At least for tonight, you are lost to him, and as he winces at the still foreign sensation of the loud, vigorous throbbing in his head, your own fading heartbeat softens, dying down into nothingness. And right as it is about to fall perpetually silent, he lets his fangs pierce his own tongue, drawing droplets of now living blood; bringing your face close to his, he presses his thumb to your lower lip, and covers your mouth with his.

He loses himself in the memory for a moment, as he so often does. Your peaceful, serene expression stands in stark contrast to the one that had been etched on your face on that fateful night. It feels like a lifetime ago, yet still he remembers the pain, the agony, the relentless fear building up in his stomach as your body contorted and tears glistened in your vacant eyes. Never had Astarion been more afraid of anything than he’d been of losing you, and by his hand no less. Killing you was the sinful culmination of his undying love, and breathing new life into you, a dowry bestowed upon you out of unconditional devotion. You only ever questioned him about what had happened on the evening of your turning once, but it mattered not how many times you asked, for he would never fully disclose the raw truth—how he had cradled you in his arms and whispered sweet nothings in your ears, kissing away your tears; how he had picked you up as you lost consciousness and carried you to your bed, where he would then tuck you in so very tenderly, so very gently, softly patting your hair and holding your hand, sharing his warmth with you as you lost your own; how he would patiently wait by your side, watching as the color slowly drained from your face, his stomach sinking at the thought of you never waking again—only for you to then slowly open your eyes, their hue now a rich crimson, much like his own. No, he would never again allow himself to be so weak, for he was supposed to be your warden, your liege. This pathetic side of him was to be ever hidden from you, only rearing its ugly head during the brief, sleepy moments preceding the crack of dawn.

With his lips still pressed against your skin, Astarion starts peppering kisses down your neck, on the hollows of your collarbone and across your sternum, his hand on your breast fondling it gently, the other still tracing the bite marks on your shoulder. His still clothed hips start lazily, almost imperceptibly rocking back and forth, lightly grinding against your naked thighs; thinking back to the night when he made you his almost inevitably causes blood to rush to his groin, and his body starts unconsciously seeking the sweet relief of the friction between his hardening erection and your supple skin. He moves his hand on your breast to grasp your nipple between his fingers, lightly squeezing it. You involuntarily buck your hips in response, which amuses him greatly as he continues playing with the tender nub. A soft moan escapes your lips, encouraging and emboldening his attentions as they drift away from your clavicle towards your chest. He plants gentle kisses on the plump of your bosom, using his teeth to pull at your nightgown and drag it down, exposing your clothed breast to the chilly morning air. You shiver, and he smiles against your skin, pressing his lips to the valleys of your ribs, the softness of your lower belly, and finally to your bare crotch. With his face so close to your swollen sex, the sweet scent of your essence now intoxicates his senses. He stands back for a moment to admire how it glistens in the faint glow of the moonlight, so deliciously inviting, as your juices start building up and collecting in-between your folds.

Feeling his breath caressing the sensitive skin of your core, you finally start to slowly regain consciousness. Once his arousals were returned to him, Astarion would make a habit of waking up during the night at various times to bury his cock in you, so it takes you but a moment to gather your bearings. Either out of mischievousness or curiosity, you play coy at first, pretending to be asleep still. His soft lips briefly come into contact with your engorged bud, sending shock waves through your body, and you are barely able to keep yourself from letting out a yelp, although you can’t prevent your skin from becoming covered with goosebumps. When his tongue pokes out of his mouth to give it a tentative lick, you know you won’t be able to keep up the charade for much longer. He feels your body tense up, and slightly raises his head to look at you from his position between your legs with half-lidded, lascivious eyes, dilated pupils partially covering the ruby hue of his irises. You’re unsure if he has already caught on to your little ruse, so you try staying as still as possible, which proves difficult with his face so close to your cunt.

After what seems like an eternity he decides to continue, lapping at your clit again and then sliding his tongue downwards, burying it between your folds. He presses it against the outer edge of your entrance, squeezing slick out of you, and as he savors your essence, he can’t help but think that while its sweet tanginess does not compare to the coppery, velvety richness of the crimson in your veins—nothing ever will, for his is the blood that courses through them—it may well be the second best thing he has ever tasted. Gliding his tongue upwards once more, he uses it to gently massage the raw bundle of nerves crowning your mound, leaving a trail of saliva mixed with your fluids between it and your twitching cunt, which then dribbles down onto your thighs. Placing a hand on each side of your hips, he pulls you closer to him, and the shift causes his fangs to graze the sensitive skin of your folds, in response to which your eyes water and you clutch the silk sheets under you both. Taking no notice of your desperate reaction, he continues swirling his tongue up and down your wetness, gently sucking on the tender skin, eagerly eating you up as if you were a full-course meal served especially for him, just begging to be ravished.

You feel heat pooling in your lower abdomen, and at this rate it won’t be long before you are brought to the edge. Momentarily forgetting the fact that you are supposed to be pretending to be asleep as you lose yourself in the crescendo of your release, you arch your back, leaning on your elbows to support your weight, and as soon as you do, he mercilessly pulls away from you, leaving your dripping core empty and aching. Eyes closed still, you let out a soft mewl in protest, which you regret as soon it leaves your lips, for once Astarion notices your desperation, you are done for.

Still unsure if he has already perceived your awakened state or if he believes your body to be involuntarily reacting to his touch, you dare not produce any further sounds. Having cruelly left your throbbing arousal unattended, his tongue now glides its way up your stomach, leaving a glistening wet mess in its wake. Upon reaching your chest, his lips latch onto your left breast, your perked nub fitting perfectly inside his mouth. He sucks on it ever so tenderly, teasing it with a pointed tongue and lightly scraping the squishy surrounding flesh with his fangs. One of his hands leaves its place on your hip and finds its way between your legs, and you let out a sigh of relief when you feel a long, elegant finger ghosting over your clit. The other hand slides further down to the curve of your ass, and his blunt nails dig into your soft skin, giving it a firm squeeze.

The pad of the wandering digit finally presses down onto the engorged flesh of your reddened knot, massaging it leisurely in circular patterns, and another finger suddenly slides between your folds, parting them gently. Unable to contain yourself, you roll your hips into his hand, which you soon learn is a grave mistake as he tightens his grip on your ass, applying such pressure that come morning, bruises are certain to form on the pale skin, which he will then tenderly kiss better while looking apologetically at you from under thick lashes; and you will forgive him, as you always do. Lifting his head up from your now rouged, swollen nipple, he readjusts his position above you, using his body weight to pin you down and hold you in place. He lets go of your ass, firmly grasping at your jaw with his newly freed hand, and even from behind closed eyes you can feel the intensity of his gaze. This does not bode well, and try as you might you cannot ignore the sickening pinch in the pit of your stomach as his eyes scrutinize every inch of your face—has he noticed? Is a punishment in order? Will he deny you your release?

“Open up, darling. Your mouth.” The commanding tone with which Astarion vocalizes the otherwise unassuming words is all it takes to placate your erratic thoughts, and obeying is for you as natural as breathing—or it would be, if you were still alive. Once you do as he says, you feel his thumb pressing on your lower lip, forcing it further down. He slides the digit inside your mouth, gagging you slightly, and your lips instinctively close around it. “Good girl,” he purrs, and encouraged by the tenderness of his praise, you start lightly sucking on it, coating it with saliva. For a short moment, he becomes entranced by the feeling of your wet tongue massaging his skin, and his mind wanders to the thought of your plump lips wrapped tightly around his cock. This prompts him to once again start bucking his hips, rubbing the now obvious bulge underneath his pants against your stomach, but this time his rhythm is much more frantic, more desperate.

Relief washes over you as you feel the fingers still in your mound resume their fondling, the one on your clit now applying greater pressure, handling it much less gently, yet just as skillfully, his knowledge of all the ins and outs of your body having always been something he prided himself on. The other makes its way down from its place between your folds, plunging into you as soon as it reaches your entrance. Your body jerks in response, and your moan is muffled by his thumb in your mouth—when he then plunges another, stretching you open without giving you time to adjust, you involuntarily bite down on the digit gagging you, sinking your fangs into his flesh. He grimaces, and you can tell you have hit an artery, because the flow of the thick, hot blood running down your throat is alarmingly heavy. However, rather than pulling away, he lets you drink, curling his fingers inside you and massaging the tight walls of your cunt with his knuckles. The rich taste of his crimson lingering in your tongue and spreading inside your body, mixing with yours within your veins and making them pulsate with life—pure, raw, vibrating life—works as a powerful aphrodisiac, heightening all your senses, and the feeling of him fucking you with his fingers is all it takes for you to come undone on his hand, muscles spasming and clenching around the digits, coating them in the sweet nectar of your release.

Just as you reach your climax, Astarion’s own teeth sink into the indentations marking the otherwise smooth skin of your neck. You instinctively cock your head to the side to grant him more access, letting him feed on you as you bask in the afterglow of your orgasm, sucking on his thumb still. His blood flows from him to you and then back to him, and the sheer intimacy of it brings you so close together that it’s as if you have merged into one single being. You can no longer tell where you end and he begins, as your minds touch and mesh and then untangle again, in a sensual, chaotic dance, where you both sway to the rhythm of his heartbeat. And while the connection lasts, his emotions rush through you and yours through him, rendering words meaningless as the everlasting adoration, the inebriating, all-consuming love you share, no matter how tainted, is laid bare before you, in all its wickedness and allure.

“Fear not: you are mine.”

You finally open your eyes, letting go of his thumb, and as the fog from the afterglow subsides you notice his fingers remain inside you still, gliding effortlessly up and down your twitching walls, which are now lubricated with slick and come; your skin tingles from the overstimulation, but the sensation is not unwelcome. With the hand you have just freed, he holds your head in place while he continues to feed, and you both stay like this for a while, his fingers buried inside your cunt and his fangs in your neck, where they rightfully belong. His little grunts as he drinks from you and the feeling of his hardened cock pressed flush against your stomach rekindle the ache between your legs, causing the living blood now coursing through your veins to flow to your tender core.

Having drank to his heart’s content, Astarion pulls away from you, making you wince at the sudden emptiness as both his fangs and fingers leave your body. No longer plagued by the perpetual, agonizing hollowness of vampiric hunger, his only reason for feeding on you still is the invigorating thrill of your taste on his tongue and your blood pulsating in his arteries; you were his first, after all, having offered him the greatest gift of them all when you had no good reason to. Killing you on the evening he first revealed his true nature had never been out of the question, and it puzzles him still why you would willingly surrender this sanguine gift to a vampire stalking you in the night—a pitiful creature, hiding in the shadows, with murderous intent and offering you nothing but pain and misery. He is reminded of your foolishness and naïveté every time he sinks his fangs into your soft flesh, and the familiarity of it is oddly comforting to him.

Not bothering to wipe the red smear on his chin, he brings his hand up to your mouth once more, only this time his digits are covered in your juices. A single look into his crimson eyes, clouded with lust, tells you all you need to know, and you eagerly obey the silent order, wrapping your lips around his fingers.

“Ever so obedient, aren’t you, my sweet?” His honeyed words and impish smile send shivers down your spine, and unable to talk as your tongue flicks and swirls, lapping at your own sticky essence, you look up at him through your lashes with coquettish demureness; his pretty little spawn, always so good to him, so docile, so devoted. The very sight of you makes his cock twitch with desire. “I do find it charming when you play your darling little games. Mostly because you are awful at them. You did know I was aware the entire time, didn’t you?,” although his smile widens, there is a hint of danger in his voice, “That you were awake.”

As his blood within you rushes to your cheeks, spreading to the tips of your ears, Astarion’s expression darkens, and the lust in his eyes grows wilder, more desperate. There is something endlessly enticing about how bashful and girlish you look with your face hot and flushed with his crimson, like a child caught stealing from the cookie jar, and it makes him want to devour you whole. He abruptly slides his fingers out of your mouth, and the glistening string of your fluids that forms between your lips and his digits breaks off as he uses that same hand to grab your neck and bring your face close to his. Once you are mere inches apart, he stops for a moment, the proximity between you such that you can feel his long lashes brushing against your skin and see the flecks in different shades of red swimming in his irises. The stillness in the air makes you acutely aware of the sound of his heartbeat, and it paradoxically both comforts and torments you. Such is the nature of your relationship; yearning and sorrow, worship and regret, lust and greed. The duality of it is not lost to you, but you’re past the point of coming up with justifications, for it is far too late for redemption. You made your choice, he made his, and now his burden is yours to bear. It matters not if outsiders looking in cannot make sense of it, as the bond between you was never meant to be understood by anyone else—however ugly and twisted it may be perceived by those around you, it is undeniably a bond of love, one you are willing to protect even if it costs you everything.

“Until the world falls down.”

When he finally closes the distance between you and crashes his mouth into yours, your mind is wiped clean of any semblance of coherent thought and your senses are filled with nothing but him—his scent, his warmth, his taste. He hungrily parts your lips with his tongue as soon as your skin touches his, your teeth clicking in his desperation, and his grip on your neck tightens. You feel tears well up in your eyes, some spilling through your lashes and rolling down your cheeks, your repressed emotions overflowing as you lose yourself in the fierce intensity of his kiss. You want him, you need him, you hate him; you love him, oh how dearly you love him, more than life itself. He explores the inside of your mouth, wantonly, passionately, only stopping to suck on your bottom lip, nipping it with his fangs and lapping at the droplets of blood blooming from the punctured flesh. Once he pulls away, gasping for air, you are both a disheveled mess, lips swollen and bruised and red. Not yet letting go of you, his fingers wrapped around your throat still, he guides your head back down, laying it on the soft feather pillow, only to then straighten up his torso, hand on your neck holding you in place and darkened eyes looking down upon you. From your position below him, he looks ethereal, almost godly, as the moon casts a pale halo around his frame, shining its light on the naked skin of his upper body.

He holds this position for a while, silently studying your face, and as he does, his intense gaze seems to gradually soften, mellowing out into almost tenderness. You feel the pressure of his fingers on your skin lessen, and then cease completely as he frees you, raising his hand up to cup your cheek. His thumb traces the trail of dried tears, and you lean into his soothing touch, eyes wettening once more. Taking notice of this, he leans back down and brushes his lips against the teardrops threatening to escape from your lashes, drying them before they fall.

“Shh, my darling, hush.” The softness in Astarion’s voice and the gentleness of his caresses as he runs his fingers through your hair are all you ever yearned for, all you ever needed, and yet with every touch your chest tightens and you feel a pang of loneliness and guilt tugging at your unbeating heart, for this is what you want, but not what you deserve. You failed him, just as he failed the others, and your regrets bind you together for eternity as the thread of your fate entangles with his in a constricting embrace—so is it too greedy, to let yourself be selfish and indulge in his warmth before the sun rises? Is even someone as broken and wicked as you allowed a moment of reprieve, however brief? You know not the answer to these questions, nor do you think you ever will. All you know is that there’s nowhere else you want to be but in his arms, no matter how much it hurts, for you’ll endure the pain as long as you are by his side.

“Kiss me,” you quietly plead, your supplication barely a whisper, prompting him to pull away slightly to look into your eyes. He takes a moment to try and read your expression, his gaze sharp, inquisitive, stripping you off all your defenses and laying you bare before him. A short time passes, and without saying a word, he lowers his head down again, lips brushing against yours, their pillowy softness and the taste of your blood still lingering on his skin shrouding your mind in a white fog. You raise both of your arms and wrap them around his neck, bringing him closer as your mouth matches his movements, the desperation of before now manifesting more tenderly, more lovingly, but just as intensely. One of his hands remains on your cheek as he kisses you, and with the other, he finally unlaces his pants, freeing his neglected erection, which by now is slick from the precome leaking from its engorged head. The color of the sky outside slowly begins to brighten, now a beautiful blend of periwinkle and cyan, and as the twilight peaks and starts to reach its end, Astarion decides he has waited long enough—he will take you here and now, before the merciless, harsh light of the sun engulfs you both.

Feeling his hardness against your thigh, you readily comply, spreading your legs apart. You need this just as much as he does; to be one with him, carnally, for your souls have long merged, and there is no you without him just as there is no him without you. As he lines up with your entrance, his lips leave yours and he presses your foreheads together, staring into your eyes with reassuring tenderness. You feel the tip of his cockhead flush against your dripping sex—the reddened, puffed up skin feels warm, and thinking of how it is swollen from his blood in your veins is all it takes for him to finally snap and give into his desires. He slides inside of you in a single thrust, the wetness from your juices facilitating his entry as he stretches your walls to accommodate his large size. You try to bite back a whimper, your eyes once again tingling and prickling with the promise of tears as one of your hands finds its way to the back of his head and your fingers become entangled in his silvery curls. Not moving immediately, he waits a while, giving you time to adjust. You revel in the familiar feeling of his cock stuffed inside your core, the pain and warmth of it, and you wonder if he too can find comfort nowhere else but in your flesh, as it is only when filled with him that you are able to hold together the broken pieces of your descended mind.

The hand that had been cupping your cheek now rests on your waist as he moves his head to nuzzle the curve of your neck, taking in your scent. Ever so slowly he starts rolling his hips back and forth, planting gentle kisses on the delicate skin where his fangs had been buried just moments ago, now stained with patches of dried blood. You close your eyes, still trying to hold back the tears, hugging him as tightly as you can, or as tightly as he’ll let you. His pace is at first languid, sensual, allowing you to feel the entirety of him as he massages your aching, tender walls, still sensitive and spasming from your orgasm. He grunts in your ear, prompting you to start undulating your own hips, doing your best to match his rhythm. Emboldened by this, he moves his hands down to grab your ass, tilting your pelvis up and pulling you closer to him. Just as desperate to feel him as deeply as physically possible, you wrap your legs around his midriff, allowing him to reach the innermost parts of your throbbing cunt. When the tip of his cock brushes against the spongy skin of your cervix, your gut tightens and you cry out for him, unable to contain yourself.

“Astarion…”

The sound of his name in your lips, so very eager, so very sweet, is all the encouragement he needs, and the once languid movements give way to more vigorous pounding, the lewd sound of smacking flesh echoing in the otherwise quiet room as he snaps his hips and buries himself deeper inside your aching core. Your body rocks in rhythm with his thrusts, the tears in your eyes finally escaping your lashes and running down your face, a chaotic culmination of all the pleasure, all the hurt, all the desire and all the devotion brewing deep inside your heart as your raging feelings come to a boil. No one can understand, no one will understand—and yet, as he fucks you senseless in the early hours, pumping his cock in and out of you with lascivious abandon, none of it matters. You hold him even closer, pressing your squishy breasts flush against the sweaty, glistening skin of his chest. He moans at the sensation, intensifying his pace and using his hands on your ass to tilt your pelvis higher, pushing your folded legs, which are still wrapped around him, as close to your upper body as your flexibility will allow it. You feel the muscles in your thighs stretching and burning, but this only excites you further, and the soft whimpers leaving your lips escalate in frequency and loudness alike.

As he continues pounding into you, Astarion’s kisses on your neck become more passionate, more heated, going from pecks, to licking, to sucking, until eventually he gives in and once again sinks his fangs into the bruised flesh. You mewl faintly and your grip on his hair tightens, in response to which he bites down on you harder, nails raking across the skin of your ass as his thrusts grow fiercer, more violent. The message immediately gets through to you—the cheeky little spawn must know her place—so you obediently let go of his curls, although your digits remain entangled in them still; yet he does not slow down his pace, ramming into you with such force that you are afraid you will have trouble walking once he is finished. Mercifully, one of his hands leaves its place on your ass to hover above your swollen clit, which twitches desperately as his cock resurfaces and then disappears again inside your cunt. He grasps it between two deft fingers, massaging the engorged bundle of nerves as a reward for your obedience, and that is all it takes for tension to again start building up in your groin.

“You have given me everything.”

His digits on your tender bud; your blood running down his throat; his cock slamming into you, stretching open your tight walls—you are so very close to climaxing again, and yet you don’t want the moment to end; you don’t want morning to come, breaking the spell and robbing your lover from you, as it always so cruelly does. The tragic inevitability of it is however unaffected by the infinitude of your existence, a gift that was also bequeathed to you by him, and enveloped by the ice-cold embrace of the memories of your death, your body comes alive as you are pushed over the edge, your twitching cunt fluttering and contracting around him, creaming and squirting your sweet juices all over his length.

As you slump back and go limp is his arms, Astarion unlatches his mouth from your neck and props up his torso to marvel at your image as you bask in the glory of your release—so maddeningly beautiful, cheeks and plump lips flushed bright pink with what remains of his lifeblood within you; his consort, his spawn, his to use as he pleases, his and nobody else’s. While he continues fucking you through your orgasm, all you can hear are his low moans and grunts and the squelching sounds of your wetness as he ruts into you with ever increasing furor. You can tell he is also close by the way he holds your hips with both of his hands, pushing his own against them with almost vicious ferocity while you remain slumped on the headboard, tits bouncing cutely with every thrust. The daylight seeping through the curtains now brightens up the room, and as you look up at him with half-lidded eyes, you notice how handsome he looks illuminated by the gentle glow of the rising sun, sweat beading his temple and dripping down his chin and nose.

“Gods…” he groans, voice raspy with lust, and with one final push he empties himself inside you, filling you to the brim with his seed, which feels thick and warm flooding your tender walls. Still panting and sucking in sharp breaths, he falls on top of you, not bothering to pull his cock out of your still spasming cunt, chest flush against yours and head burrowed in the crook of your neck. Spillover runs down your thighs and soaks into the wrinkled sheets, but neither of you bother cleaning it up, the resulting stain surely to give the maids good reason to blush later.

You bring a hand up to his silky curls once more, gently running your fingers through them as you feel the calming thumping of his slowing heartbeat vibrating against your cold skin. As the dawn finally breaks over the still sleeping city, signaling the beginning of a new day in your undead life—for better or for worse—you find comfort in the warmth of his flesh and the sound of his ragged breathing as it gradually steadies. All your suffering, all your pain; if even your death is required to bring him to life, then so be it. He will live for the both of you, and you will love him for it. Forever—for good.

“Thank you for trusting me.”

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GENSHIN IMPACT | Furina & Neuvillette

“Her twisting curls shined with sparkling dewdrops, as if it were her first time seeing the light of dawn. She sang and danced in perfect freedom, untroubled by time's swift passing, for she knew that the morrow brought with it a brand-new day. // A damp scent drifts on the evening breeze, like that of an ephemeral drizzle. The slightest hint of a ripple betrayed upon the surface, yet calm the water remains, reflecting the unfathomable sky above.”

[zenogram]

In the hush of dawn's embrace, Where silken mists weave whispers low, Each dewdrop gleams like crystal lace, On emerald blades, in sunlight's glow. Birdsong threads through tranquil air, A symphony of soft refrains, Beneath the ancient, watchful trees, Nature breathes in soothing gains. Clouds linger like gentle sighs, As petals dance in warm caress, A perfect pause where silence lies, In nature’s realm, we find our rest.

[faeprincess777]

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I do not own any of these fics, I just enjoyed reading them! Most of these fics are smutty, so please, no minors!

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Whichever Way by @igbylicious (woosan, series)

Best Girl by @beenbaanbuun (yunho & mingi)

The Paradigm Complex by @shadowynn (multi-member)

Dewdrops at Dawn by @sunmoonjune (multi-member)

Into the Aurora by @honeyhotteoks (multi-member)

Masterlist by @holybibly (multi-member)-literally every single fic is fire 🔥

Jenga and Jealousy Masterlist by @hongjoongtime117 (multi-member)

Hongjoong

Coming soon...

Seonghwa

Mr. Popular by @wooyoungiewritings

All Tied Up by @pyramid-of-starrs

Make Me Water by @bangtanintotheroom

Yandere Seonghwa by @mymoodwriting

The Thing About Pretty Boys by @wonusite

Hybrid, Yandere Seonghwa by @mymoodwriting

Best Friend's Mother by @hwashotcheeto (series)

Before Midnight by @baekmond

Heartbeat by @yunniverse

Don't Be a Stranger by @1117feverlessdreams

You Made It Shine by @taeyongdoyoung

Passion Young Fever by @fairyniceyeah (sickfic)

Yunho

Attention Seeker by @pyramid-of-starrs

Mercilessly by @velvetydream

Yeosang

Touch Me, Taste Me, Fill Me Up by @littlefireball

San

I See Red by @0097linersbb

Karaoke Angel by @kpop-dungeon-dark

My Heart, I Surrender by @sweetinsaniiity

Softer, Softest by @frenchkisstheabyss

Mingi

Husky Hybrid Mingi by @vent-stink

Cock Blocked by @star2fishmeg

Wooyoung

Die for me by @jisungchan

How to Tame a Brat Tamer by @k-hotchoisan

Seduced by the Bad Boy by @xomakara

Jongho

Just One More by @mingtinysworld

Hide and Seizure by @itsoktobeconfused (sickfic)

[comicaurora]

tldr I committed to a bit too hard

The slow-dawning sunlight dappled down through dense, rich foliage, scattering golden lace across mossy trunks and grassy hillocks. The light caught on the forest floor in a thousand glassy dewdrops and bent, fisheyed, in globed inversions of the canopy above.

No breeze stirred the forest so early in the morning, but a thin mist gathered in the valley under the warming air. Sunbeams lanced through the fog, pale in the dawn but soon to brighten and intensify. For now, the air was damp and cool and still, and the scent of the night lingered.

Pip bent a pawful of grass to the side and sniffed the air suspiciously.

It was too quiet, too still. And with no wind, she couldn't mark the position of the strange beasts and their odd, dusty, acrid scent that had no place in these woods. It hung low and directionless over the peaceful morning, distant but permeating, like a faraway fire.

She adjusted her backslung blade, wrapped her cloak closer around her and dropped onto all fours, nose pointed straight ahead and whiskers standing at attention. Her dusty green-gray wrap would shield her from all but the most attentive prying eyes, and - she quirked an ear, just to be sure of the silence - most of the forest was still asleep, unlikely to mark her passage.

She managed to stifle a flinch as a sound that wasn't a sound bypassed her ears and rang straight into her head.

Pip? Where'd you go?

She exhaled softly through her nose, the barest expression of frustration she allowed herself.

Scouting, Alder. Go back to sleep.

She set off before he could reply, scurrying silently along the mossy forest floor, tracing a sinuous route through the canopy's shadow to stay out of the slow-brightening sunbeams.

Scouting?!

The thought squeaked with disbelief. She didn't answer it.

Alder never had fewer than three thoughts at a time, and the more agitated he became, the harder they became to sort through. A jumble rang in her skull, a snatch of Eldest told us- and moves like thunder and have to hide, that last one echoing in six different ways with the significance it held in his mind. She concentrated on tracing her silent route, one shadow to the next, and came to a stop under a broad-leafed stalk as Alder's distress built to a crescendo.

If she kept moving, eventually she'd slip out of his range. Wasn't that a tempting thought.

I said go back to sleep, she sent, and with an afterthought of inexpert kindness, added I'm being careful. It'll be fine.

The chattering ground to a halt, and she felt the effort it took him to focus his thoughts down to a single thread. Come back, Pip. We have to stay hidden until they're all gone.

We can't hide if we don't know where they are.

Pip caught the beginning of his protest and shook herself violently, breaking off the connection. It was rude, she knew; closing her mind completely was one of her rarer talents, but unlike her other oddities, this one she wasn't particularly respected for. Her skills as a scout were admired precisely because she had such sharp senses, physical and mental both - some days she could even hear the slow, tangled thoughts of the Long Shadows - but when she didn't want to be disturbed, she could wall herself off from the others as thoroughly as if she'd been on the other side of the forest.

And right now, picking her way between treetrunks and sniffing her way towards the bizarre menagerie that had invaded her forest, the last thing she wanted was to be disturbed.

Her right forepaw sank in unexpectedly soft soil, and she recoiled with a stifled gasp. Her eyes darted across the swath of ground, analyzing its shape - and then she widened her scope, scanning the yards beyond that first strange softness. In a low-lying, hollowed track between two thick-rooted trees, the carpet of grass and flowers were flattened and crushed into a felted mat, mud bubbling through it in irregular patches like sickness in a wound. A wide track had been beaten into the soil by dozens - at least dozens, she amended - of flat-pawed creatures. Their dusty, acrid stink lay heavily over it.

She drew back from the unnaturally soft soil. Even with her diminutive size and weight, there was the risk of getting mired in unexpectedly watery ground, and while rescue was never far away in these woods, she certainly didn't want to weather Alder's overconcern or Eldest Luma's quietly smug passivity. Instead she skirted towards a point where the track narrowed, lashed her tail for a momentary burst in balance, then sprang over the mud and latched onto a tree root on the other side, freshly ripped free from the soil and scored with dozens of thin scars from the claws of the marching creatures. She scurried up and settled at the tree's base, where the gnarled roots tangled into a more-than-sturdy foothold overhanging the morass.

With the newfound advantage of height, she surveyed the terrain. The tracks overlapped one another in a mad scramble, pouring up from the lowland forest and curving up and away.

They moved with surprising organization for such motley creatures. She counted at least four very different sizes of print in the track, some barely longer than her own body (nose to the base of her tail) while some were large enough to crush her underfoot without even noticing.

The tracks were only a few hours old. The swarm must have passed in the early pre-dawn. She strained her memory to try and recall if she'd felt any tremors from down in the sleep-halls of the hollow, but if she were honest with herself, they were too far down and too well-insulated by the soft soil walls to have marked their passage.

She turned her attention to where the trail vanished from sight, curving over and up the slope. The land in that direction was treacherous and, to the mind of her people, best avoided. Gravel slips and rain rivulets ran down between the massive plates of rock that jutted out of the soil, and even though trees and flowers overgrew them, their roots could not be trusted to hold the ground together enough for safe passage of one of her size. Fresh rainfall unearthed and dislodged glassy chips of stone, and the soil turned to mud and slipped between the boulders, exposing treacherous chasms that could swallow an unwary traveler. The shattered earth built up and up until it abruptly skewed and slanted down in a gentle curve, like the ground had been struck with a terrible force and the shattering had rippled out from the center. And in the heart of that broken land, glimpsed fearfully from treetops or the shadow of the stones, lay the stronghold of the Long Shadows.

Once, long redmoons ago, Pip had traveled three days and nights to scale the shattered peaks herself, to see the stronghold with her own eyes (mostly due to a burst of rebellious curiosity after a scolding from Eldest Luma). The works of the Long Shadows could always be distinguished from natural formations or nests - they had a love of smooth things, and the stone they shaped stretched cleanly skyward and bore no footholds beyond the straight, geometric fissures that ran up and through them. So Pip already knew that the stronghold was encircled by a massive shadowcrafted cliff, pale and smooth as ice and taller than trees, and it surrounded the entire stronghold just behind the shattered peaks. Beyond the wall, great columns and cliffs jutted skyward, more smooth handicraft of the Long Shadows. At times they were even spotted outside the walls, tending great swaths of land in the same precise straight lines they shaped their stone. Those tracts bore vast quantities of food in unnatural abundance, some that grew nowhere else in the valley, but the Long Shadows guarded them closely and harshly punished intrusion, and the Eldest three generations before Luma had forbade anyone from entering (or even approaching) their strange geometric works, no matter how lean the winters became.

She debated following the trail. It would inexorably lead her towards the stronghold, but if the creatures were focused solely on the Long Shadows, that was valuable information to bring back to the hollow. No doubt Eldest Luma would be pleased to have yet another reason to avoid the Long Shadows and their works.

A sudden awareness prickled in the small of Pip's back, shivering up into her ears and all the way down to the tip of her tail. Her gray fur bristled and she froze, eyes darting wildly, seeking the source. The feeling had no obvious impetus, but she trusted her tail with her life, and something was happening. Something sourceless, something…

At the base of the root she was balanced on, a sprout punctured the trodden soil and curled upwards, splitting into pairs of pale green leaves. She watched as it climbed to twice her height in less than three beats of her racing heart.

Instinct took over. She scampered up the tree like a shot, finding footholds in the bark with a practiced ease that belied her jolting terror. She plunged into the safety of the leafshadow and clung to a branch, breathing fast and shallow and trying very hard to stay quiet.

Below her, a green carpet spread across the mire as grass and flowers bloomed impossibly fast.

The Weeping Shadow was approaching.

Pip strained her ears and caught the hint of a whisper of movement through the grass, distant and soft but certainly coming closer. It was pointless to cast her eyes towards the darkness - The Weeping Shadow was, in the stories, always swathed in gray, near invisible in the shadow of the canopy, and it passed in many tales without a trace, save for its flowering footsteps as its passage drove the forest to frenzy.

But it never came so close to the stronghold. The Weeping Shadow's domain was the deep and tangled woods, much further into the valley than even the hollow. It haunted the river and the wild places, and its realm was thick with plants of impossible vitality and sweetness - but not even the bravest scout dared its domain, even when hunger was rampant. The fruits of the Weeping Shadow's realm were steeped in an absolute sorrow whose depth defied comprehension, and the slow pulse of its thoughts churned in dark and wrenching misery that could be heard across half the valley. It was too much for the mind to take for long, and scouts that had strayed into its influence took moons to recover from the borrowed grief.

That had been the prickling on Pip's neck. The slow approach of the Weeping Shadow was already casting a pallor on her mind - and it was getting closer.

Pip's thoughts scrambled for her next move. If she stayed hidden, the Weeping Shadow would pass nearer to her than anyone had ever dared. She flattened her ears against her head and focused on the walls around her mind. Could she close herself to it strongly enough to hold out?

A wild fear beat against her ribs. She wanted to stay clinging to this branch forever, but she also wanted to bolt, to sprint the length of the branch and fling herself into open space, trusting the soft soil to cushion her fall - or rather, if she were honest with herself in that moment, heedless of what the fall might do to her. The desperate urge to flee was strong in her people, and here, faced with a terror closer than ever before, it was nigh overwhelming.

But Pip had a third instinct that overruled all others when she allowed it, and it had been slowly growing in her mind ever since she'd slipped from the hollow before the dawn. It was a hunger, of a sort, and one that warred always with fear. The hunger was curiosity, a thrumming urge for exploration and understanding that spurred her on through peril and dark for the promise of clarity on the other side.

The beasts in her forest were descending on the stronghold, and their passage had stirred the Weeping Shadow from its domain. Something was happening - something vast, something perhaps unknowable. But it would certainly stay unknowable if she didn't even try to know it.

And perhaps the Weeping Shadow knew.

Pip had more control than most over the openness of her mind. It alarmed her peers, sometimes, that she could pass among them in silence, unreceptive to their soundless speech. It unnerved them more, for those who knew - from a time when she was more open with her secrets and her strangeness - that she could at times hear the deep thoughts of the Long Shadows, and stranger still, sometimes even catch a shred of their meaning. The idea that the minds of the Long Shadows could in any way compare to the bright, clear thoughts of her people was on the surface laughable, and just under that surface, frightening. Still, she knew it was true. Their minds were dark, slow places, but they contained meaning and knowledge, most beyond the reckoning of her kind.

The mind of the Weeping Shadow was an abyss of grief and sorrow, but if she could attune her senses to it - if she could withstand its pressure - she could, perhaps, glean its purpose in the shattered peaks, and what it knew of the creatures that she pursued.

The underbrush cracked. Pip flattened herself against the branch and peered intently at the sound as the rolling wave of green spread under the tree, blanketing in every direction.

A shape moved in the shadow of the trees, ponderous and slow.

Pip felt her eyes grow hot and stinging, the space behind them heavy with unshed tears. A borrowed bottomless grief encroached on the walls of her mind, lapping at it like a swelling river threatening its banks.

The Weeping Shadow broke from the treeline and stepped forward.

It towered, even from Pip's high vantage point. It was gray and still and almost shapeless in the dim of the canopy, but twin lights glimmered near its summit, pale green like the sprouts boiling at its feet.

Pip's head pounded. The pressure of its presence was terrible. It was vast, yes, but the power of the sorrow within it seemed vaster still - like all the forest around it was desperate to weep, and the Shadow was the only part of it that could, yet it refused to.

The Shadow tilted its head down, and the lights of its eyes vanished in the gloom. But it was not weeping, Pip knew. It was… looking.

Looking at the tracks under its carpet of grass.

Pip gritted her teeth, gripped the branch, and opened her mind.

It was gentler than she had anticipated. The pressure and power was indescribable, but once she stopped trying to push it back, she found it moved her rather like water would - with force, but without pain. It was almost easy to let the thoughts of this vast creature buffet her where they would.

The words in the Weeping Shadow's mind were unknown to her, but she felt a snatch of them repeating over and over again. The words mattered less than the feeling that drove them, and as she focused, she realized that the Weeping Shadow was, in some way, at war with itself; the thoughts were not all in agreement. The repetition smelled of deep, old terror, but its loop was broken over and over again by a different, newer thought - one that Pip herself was intimately familiar with, strong enough that she needed no translation to parse it:

But I can help.

Dimly, in her faraway body, she felt tears pouring from her, hot and desperate from a grief she couldn't fathom. Her claws gripped the bark of the branch. The Weeping Shadow's thoughts, at the moment, were focused on its inner war, but it did nothing to shield Pip from the substrate of its misery. Still, she was onto something. If she could just push through, she might learn what the Weeping Shadow understood of the intruders to their forest.

Pip dug deeper. The Weeping Shadow knew what these creatures were - knew what they intended - believed it could help in some way - but what did it know of them?

Running below the looping dread and the punctuating bursts of hope, Pip glimpsed a glimmering ribbon of understanding wending its way just below the Weeping Shadow's conscious thought. It snaked under the fear, coiled around the thought of help. This had to be the knowledge that had motivated the Weeping Shadow's unheard-of migration. This was the mystery of the creatures answered.

This, perhaps, was Pip's only mistake. As she caught the thread of that understanding, it abruptly yanked against the current and plunged her down, down, down into the icy depth of the Weeping Shadow's truest misery. Its knowledge of these creatures came from the same bone-deep wellspring as the torrent of tears, and Pip screamed aloud as it battered her mind full-force. Alien thoughts crashed against her, unbearably loud; the grinding of bone, the shifting of stone, the pounding of waves greater than any river, the splintering of mighty trees. A twisting, a breaking - a power like a maddened, wild animal, thrashing and uncontrollable, kept in check only by its own terrible exhaustion and grief. She was so, so small, and somehow in the depths of this vastness she was even further diminished, crushed to a single point of light-

And something was watching her.

With a last mighty burst of willpower she released the thought-thread, flung herself away, and tumbled off the branch. It was something of a mercy that she was too stunned to feel the impact, and the carpet of seedlings cushioned her fall.

The first thing she became aware of was her breathing, high and fast and shallow in time with her racing heartbeat, real panic and borrowed sorrow draining away with shocking rapidity. Second, she felt the pain; her head pounding with spent exhaustion, her paws cramped in every joint, her back and shoulders bruised from where the impact of the fall had driven her scabbarded blade against her spine.

The third thing she became aware of was the shadow stretching towards her, claws stretched as long as her whole body, the deep purple of the skies after dusk.

The Weeping Shadow loomed over her, vaster than mountains. Two points of green pierced out from the dark.

She ran.

[eightmakesonebraincell]

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genre: apocalypse!au, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, smut, trigger warnings

length: 11/? chapters [hiatus] - 55.2k

a mysterious virus has taken over the world, resulting in the undead and the new ‘eden race’ of humans. desperately trying to find your brother jongho with your friends, you stumble across another group in an abandoned hospital tent. strangely, they’re looking for him as well.

better than me? | @beahae

pairing: san x reader, ft. seonghwa x yunho x wooyoung x reader

genre: bf!san x reader x bf's best friends!seonghwa yunho wooyoung, smut

length: twoshot - 10.4k

it’s always been just a harmless game, flirting with your boyfriend, san’s, good friends. he’s even in on it. but one night, he starts pushing things further than ever before. 

last updated: 01 april 2024