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Collector's Edition: Reworking Requiem and Mulder's Return (Part I)

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, Requiem. Dear, sweet, why-you-gotta-do-this-to-me, Requiem.

Here are some old school-y AU fics.

Loose chronological order below~

jeri's (mulderscreek)

Whatever It Takes

The Alien Bounty Hunter came to me in a dream. He told me that he knew I was dying; the abductees from Oregon were victims of the same cancer. He told me that he had offered them a deal, and that he would offer me the same deal: I would be abducted. They would gather some tissue samples for tests. Then they would save me.

Of course, I was skeptical....

He told me Scully was pregnant.

Then I woke up.

Requiem: Mulder went willingly, hoping to be cured of brain cancer for his, Scully's, and the baby's sake.

Forte's (Gossamer) Half an Hour

"What's her chart say?" Mulder demands, oblivious to any need for quiet.

Langly gestures toward the nurse's station and scowls. "They've got her chart back there practically under lock and key," he whispers. "We haven't been able to get a look at it. I hacked into their computer system about an hour ago and there was nothing there for her yet except that she was admitted."

Requiem: Mulder corrals Mulder and TLG into good behavior when Scully is unexpectedly hospitalized.

Namarie's (LJ, mulderscreek)

All I Will Remember (mulderscreek)

I hadn't really worried that he would react to this news with anything but happiness, but it feels wonderful, anyway. I am so glad that he's here right now... wherever here is.

Almost as if he has heard this last thought, Mulder sighs and reluctantly lets go of me. "Well, I think we should try to figure out where we are."

Post Requiem: Mulder and Scully wake in the forest, disoriented.

Livia Balaban's Cunegund's Restoration (or, The Best of All Possible Worlds, Really) (1/2) and Cunegund's Restoration (or, The Best of All Possible Worlds, Really) (2/2)

It was all very dramatic, with the sun going down behind the ship, brilliant and gleaming orange behind the slowly lowering cherrypicker....

I camped out at the base of the apparatus, looking up into the ship, trying to learn as much as I could from the ground, but I couldn't see anything. It wasn't until the bucket lowered again that I saw the top of Mulder's head peek out from one edge of the circular opening. As soon as his eyes met mine, he leaned all the way forward, and flashed the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen. I forgot completely about the press, or the slight hollowing of his cheeks, or the dark circles under his eyes. All I saw was pure joy.

Post Requiem: Scully, TLG, Skinner, Krycek, and Morris Fletcher all rescue Mulder and the Bellefleur captives-- live, on national tv. Mulder has a surprise for Scully, too; but the little family can't catch a break before more Syndicate drama kicks up.

Meredith's (Tumblr) Brave New World

Her hand gravitated toward the Fruit & Fiber, but stalled inches from the box when an old memory surfaced of Mulder joking about her "nuts and twigs" breakfast. What would Mulder choose? She thought hard, but couldn't come up with anything. She'd never seen him eat cereal. He might not even like cereal.

She tamped down a wave of sadness. She knew him so well, and yet not at all. When she pulled him back to this world, their new lives would be uncharted territory, spent either together or apart. She tried not to admit the latter was a possibility.

Post Requiem: Scully stays within 50 miles of Bellefleur where she works and waits for Mulder's return.

aka Jake/aka 'Jake'/aka_Jake's

So This is Agent Mulder... (Gossamer)

Agent Mulder smells...bad. The odor reminds me of a place I visited years ago, back when I was serving warrants -- a torched animal shelter. You don't forget a stench like that. Burnt hair. Cooked flesh. Animal excrement. The whole building reeked. The same terrible air of death clings to Mulder now and the stink sets my teeth on edge.

Post Requiem: Mulder is returned 8 weeks later, determined to leave again to help the Rebels. Doggett, more than anyone, gets it.

Widow Orphan (Gossamer)

"Bill was my second husband." She could see this news surprised him. He nodded, eyebrows rising toward his hairline while she continued. "I married a man, a boy actually, named John Parker when I was seventeen. I married him because I was pregnant. Don't look so shocked, Fox. Unmarried girls get caught all the time."

"I'm not judging."

She leveled a glare at him. You better not be, young man. You've got a little surprise of your own waiting back at home.

Post Requiem: Mulder is returned to Maggie's house, insisting she go on the run with him. Turns out, she's rather good at duck-and-diving.

Lara Means's (Ao3) Rescue Mission 01 and Rescue Mission 03 - Comrades

She turns back toward the jet's doorway and extends her hand, then he comes out to join her at the top of the stairs.

Mulder.

Now it's real.

He's thin, too thin. And he looks weak. Scully slides an arm around his waist and he drapes his arm around her shoulder -- he has a cane in his other hand. Together they move slowly down the steps, helping each other.

Post Requiem: Krycek and Scully rescue Mulder from Ellen's Airforce Base.

spookycc's At What Price?

"*What* does he need?" she pushed.

"As I said," Cancerman went on calmly, "Something *we* cannot provide him with."

"Tell me," Scully asserted.

"Something only *you* possess."

Post Requiem: Scully sacrifices her baby to save Mulder's life.

Avalon's In Dreams

She shut the drawer, still holding the picture, and set it on top of the dresser, pulling the little stand out from behind it to prop it up. It looked nice, she thought, sitting there next to the picture of Mulder and Samantha. It looked like it belonged.

Post Requiem: Mulder's psychic childhood friend drops in to help Scully find Mulder.

Jen's (mulderscreek) and Lauren's (mulderscreek) Introspection: Return

Her hands turned to ice at that moment as she greedily drank in the message.

"He's at Georgetown Memorial, Scully, I feel it. We sent Byers to check it out. Hope you're awake to hear this."

Post Requiem: Mulder is returned four months later, chipped. Acting on a hunch, Scully takes hers out, realizing it had, somehow, glitched.

Vulpecula (Vulpecula 01 - 08 and Vulpecula 09 -14) and Phoenicia (Phoenicia 01 - 05)

And then, he's there. His head bobs lightly with his familiar gait, and his eyes seem to be searching for something. For someone?

I start walking toward him, and he turns away from me, still looking. I begin running, and I hear my voice calling out his name. He spins around, his eyes wide with surprise, and then our eyes lock. His face splits into an enormous smile, and he starts running towards me with, I'm sure, the same desperation that I'm feeling.

Post Requiem: Scully limps by with the support of her whole family; and runs into Jose Chung, Phoebe Green, and even Gibson Praise before Mulder's return. When he does, happier endings unfold from there.

Mummy Dearest

Slowly but surely, the bandages were removed. Scully was immeasurably relieved to see his legs again; they were still nicely tanned and scar-free. He was even free of the scar from the bullet that got him all those years ago. Scully thought that was a bit odd, but didn't really care too much.

Post Requiem, Crack: Mulder is returned, wrapped up in bandages.

Lolabeegood's (mulderscreek) Five Months Lost (Gossamer)

"Okay, before that…how did you get here?" she said as she looked him over for strange markings.

"Scully, you're starting to scare m…"

"Mulder!" she snapped.

"Here in the bedroom here?"

"Here in my apartment here!" she snapped.

"I have a key, remember?" Mulder looked at her strangely.

Post Requiem: Mulder is returned, five months later, with false memories.

T. Griffen's Faith

All I wanted was to be alone, to grieve and feel ill in the solitude of my apartment, but Mom turned this into the event of the year. A large party was planned for December twenty- third, with every Scully and Harper family member known to man in attendance, and then just the immediate family on Christmas Day.

Post Requiem: Scully trudges along, trying to keep up her faith, while finding surprising sources of support and comfort from her family (and Mulder, after his return.)

Ten's (xffics) A Fuller Canvas

The man in the bed felt his breathing and heart quicken, and not just because of the details filling his mind.

Scully.

He knew who he was and he knew who she was.

And she was pregnant.

Mulder was very glad that he was lying down. It saved a shocked collapse.

Requiem: Mulder is returned 6 months later; and takes a peek before Scully can break her news to him.

Ambress's Tidings

Scully thought she would crack in two when, in the car, Mulder put his head down on her shoulder. She had sat in the back with him without thinking about it. At first, she thought he was asleep, but then she caught the flash of light reflecting off his open eyes in the rearview mirror.

He was watchful, prepared for fight or flight.

Post Requiem: Mulder is returned, mute and barely responsive, in a park bathroom. Scully helps coax him back to himself.

Lorri's (mulderscreek) Wait Until Your Father Gets Home and Your Father Came Home (MC) and Your Father's Child (MC)

I call Skinner every hour until he can tell me when Mulder will be home. His plane won't arrive until nearly noon, but I am dressed and waiting for him by 6 a.m. At 7:15 my phone rings again. I answer it and hear a long pause, then "Scully it's me." I feel like I am going to pass out. My arm instantly drops to my belly and I cradle you in an unconscious gesture. Mulder tells me he is on the airplane, on his way home. There are so many things to ask him, but they can all wait. Right at this moment all I can do is savor the sound of my name in his voice. "Hurry," I tell him. "Hurry."

Post Requiem: Scully talks to her baby as the months bleed into one another, Mulder flies home, and her due date fast approaches.

Alcott's Exit

Mulder was in tears now, wrapping his arms tightly around his body, retreating deeper.

...There was no response.

"Listen to me," Byers said, with more firmness than he felt. "Are you listening? If you want to see her, you have to get better first. Do you understand?"

Byers was desperate; he had no idea how he'd arrange him to see her. But the spark in Mulder's dead eyes seemed to make the deception worth it.

Post Requiem: TLG are able to intercept and retrieve a wounded Mulder right before Scully goes into labor. Reluctantly, they figure out a way to work him into the secret plan.

Lee Burwasser's (mulderscreek) Quis Custodiet (1/2) and Quis Custodiet (2/2) (mulderscreek)

At last Langly sat back and angled the laptop to give Mulder a view of it. The rest got up to gather behind the two. There was a crude figure in robes and long hair behind a tall rectangle with a shorter one beside it. Langly did something with the cursor that made the robed figure flash. Mulder looked from the flashing figure to Langly, who made a solemn face and mimed banging with a gavel. Mulder nodded.

...Langly sat down and moved the black-circle figure back to its table. Another figure from the opposite table then moved to take its place. Now Byers got to loom over Frohike and do the bridge guardian routine. When Byers sat down, Langly restored the figures to their places and glanced at Mulder, who nodded and punched the blond's shoulder. Then he looked around, finally went over to Scully's desk and brought the desk calendar back to show to Scully. He riffled the sheets and gave her an eloquently questioning look. Scully spread her hands and tapped the judge figure. Mulder nodded again, shrugged resignation and put the calendar down.

Langly flung up his hands. "Ya got it."

Post Requiem: Mulder is returned with aphasia; and Scully fights tooth and nail to prevent his relative from winning caretaker rights in court.

ML/ML_is_me’s (Ao3, Gossamer, DW, Invidiosa)

Another Gray Morning, Transfigured Night, Comes the Dawn, and Beloved Protector

"HOW IS SHE?" Mulder repeated loudly. When Skinner didn't reply right away, he added, "What aren't you telling me?"

Then all at once, he *knew*. "Scully had a baby, didn't she?" he said slowly, words and images forming in his mind as he spoke.

Post Requiem: Mulder is returned a year later, face first in the dirt. Skinner and TLG find him, and decide to surprise Scully without forewarning.

The Secret Language of Babies

I couldn't even be with her during the delivery.... The best I could do was an audio monitor from the delivery room....

When I heard Will's squall for the first time, I cried. In front of Skinner and everything. I think he was crying, too. He took his glasses off and polished them vigorously, turning away from me as he did so.

When they finally brought Scully and the baby to see me, I cried again. But that was in front of Scully, and she's seen me cry before. I wanted to touch them both so badly I would have broken the thick glass separating us with my own hands. But at the time, I could barely lift my head from the pillow.

Post Requiem: Mulder reminisces on his return, slow recovery, and happy reunion.

Age Cannot Wither and Nor Custom Stale

Washington, DC, is one of the last stops they make before their ultimate destination. All of the usual monuments are there, plus more. The Esplanade and all the other open areas display more statuary and symbolic sculptures and fountains than ever before.

The most meaningful monuments to them are the personal ones. Scully directs Mulder to a small park he remembers from years ago. This is where Melissa Scully is buried, and now so is Margaret Scully. The surprise to him is that Walter Skinner also has a stone nearby.

"He could have been buried at Arlington," Mulder says.

"He wanted to be among friends," Scully replies simply. She wordlessly points out another stone, a small obelisk with three names inscribed on it....

It's not until later that it occurs to Mulder that there is no stone for their son, and by then he's unwilling to bring it up. He can see that this trip is already taking a toll on Scully.

Post Requiem: Scully is immortal-- watching her son grow up, live a life like his father's, grow old, and die-- until Mulder suddenly appears, barely aged, in a Bellefleur hospital.

Invisivellum's (Tumblr) Surreal Thing (MC)

I studied him carefully, letting Scully's words settle down like rain upon me. I knew that, if I stayed silent for a moment, she would explain. I chewed on my lower lip and focused on the baby. He was still trying with all his might to drag my hand closer to his open mouth.

I looked at his eyes.

I blinked, put my finger under his chin and tilted his face up so I could have a better look. He raised fine reddish brows at me and clamped his mouth down on the knuckle of my thumb. Something about his eyes...

I think I stopped breathing.

Post Requiem: Mulder is returned 15 months later, waking to Scully and a baby that, he assumes, is another Emily.

mrkeller/Mary Ruth Keller's (FFN) Lux Perpetua

"Don't try to move too fast, you've been unconscious for a week now."

She seemed *more* than content. His partner was distinctly at ease. As more memories flooded back, he seemed to know the reason why. "Motherhood suits you, Scully."

"What?" She had cocked her head at him.

Post Requiem: Mulder returned a year later to no baby, an expanded X-Files office, and Scully promoted as its A.D.

Ellie/EllieL's The Rusted Wheel of Things

Scully pulled away, turning to sit between him and the cocoa, handing him his cup just as four girls, all with hair in braids and bows terribly similar to the dog's stylings, marched into the living room, led by Hannah.

"Mommy, where's the Ouija board?"

Mulder did his best to stifle a laugh, unsure of whether he found their hair or the question funnier.

Post Requiem: Mulder is returned 7 years later to an adoring little ballerina.

Keleka's Heart Turned Inwards 01 and Heart Turned Inwards 02

"Agent Mulder, I'm Dr. Andrew Scully. I'm the doctor who admitted you."

Mulder was confused for a moment and then realized the mistake. "Oh, I meant Dr. Dana Scully. My partner at the FBI. Is she here?"

Dr. Scully said nothing for a moment and then stepped away to pull the curtain around the bed, offering them some privacy. He pulled up a stool and sat down next to the bed.

Post Requiem: Scully waits 30 years for Mulder-- but he's actually found by his son.

Shoshana's Almost Home (4/4)

Ironically, Mulder hadn't ended up in any medical facility they'd been monitoring; he'd hitchhiked his way to Portland, flying home in a comfortable jet. He'd been shell shocked the entire way home, gazing with disbelief at the date on all the newspapers he could muster.

His worries had been far from over, of course. Life had thrown him another curve ball on top of his seemingly extreme case of amnesia--a red-headed partner three months shy of her due date.

Post Requiem: Mulder is returned with a few handicaps and mild amnesia; but other than that, he makes a recovery in time for quick wedding prep and another Syndicate kidnapping.

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atiny-piratequeen · 9 months

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𝓝𝓮𝓰𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼

𓆩⟡𓆪Summary:

When two rival kingdoms send their men to you to ask for your hand in marriage to bridge the gap between kingdoms, you have a quite...unique way of getting everyone to cum together.

Errr, come together.

Nah, it was right the first time.

𓆩⟡𓆪Pairing: Lee Juyeon (The Boyz) x Fem! Reader x Jeong Yunho (Ateez)

𓆩⟡𓆪Genres/Aus: Non-Idolverse, Royal AU, Hybrids (Snow Leopard, Netherlands Dwarf Rabbit, and African Wild Dog, Respectively), Smut, Poly Endgame

𓆩⟡𓆪Tws: Swearing, Insults

𓆩⟡𓆪Sws: Consensual Chase Kink, Pred/Prey Undertones, Size Difference (Reader is smaller than the boys. And if you aren't irl, guess what? You are now. Live your smol dreams babes), Teasing, Blowjobs, Handjobs, Breast Play, Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Cum Swallowing, Marking, Riding, Anal (mxm), hints of Scent Kinks, Stomach Bulge, Slicking, mentions of ruts/heats

𓆩⟡𓆪Rating: Explicit/Mature (18+)

𓆩⟡𓆪WC: 3.7k

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I was already like WOAH when I got you as my receiver but I think its pretty dope you also were my secret Santa *wheeze* I hope you like it, even if it's late.

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“You and I will not be seeing eye to eye on this. I arrived first, I asked for her hand first, and I will not bow down to some… dog .”

An audible growl filled the room, a reverb as the man across the way’s lip finally curled up.

“I’ve listened to you hiss and spit nonsense at me for half an hour, if you’d like to do more than that, I’d be more than happy to entertain that, but if all you intend on doing is make cheap shot swipes at me, it's obvious who it is she should choose to take her hand.”

You sit with your ankles crossed, your hands in your lap, watching the two men bicker at one another.

The first man is Juyeon, sent from the land of Lucid Dream. It was a place born of ice and snow, it seemed fitting that their Crown Prince was a snow leopard, his speckled tail twitching in agitation as he glared down his much bigger rival.

This being Yunho, an African wild dog sent from the kingdom of Eternal Sunshine, who stood taller than Juyeon, stared him down with an unimpressed stare, his ears, also spotted, flicking to and fro as he made steadfast eye contact with the two of them.

“Milady, I don’t think this one is going well. I don’t know how the meetings got mixed up like this-probably Donghyuck again-but I can escort them out immediately if you would like to. Before things get too…rowdy?” your consultant whispers beside you, eyes flicking back and forth between the two apex hybrids.

You hum, your nose twitching slightly.

They both smelled quite nice. How very coy of their respective Kingdoms to send hopefuls to you that were bordering on their respective ruts.

A smile crosses your face, you stand, and in an instant, both men pause in their arguing, eyes fixed on you.

“Lucid Dream and Eternal Sunshine, long have you two been at odds with one another, no? If my recollection of history goes, your two kingdoms have been in a bitter, decades-long spat with one another, right?” You step down from your post, your hand soft and delicate within your consult’s hand as he assists you.

“Milady-”

“I will be fine, Xiaojun. Tell Mark and Donghyuck to go prepare for me. It won’t take long, I made my decision.”

Xiaojun looked at your small form, pursing his lips in concern. Leaving you, a rabbit, in a room with a wild dog and a snow leopard seemed to be the LAST thing he wanted to do, but a simple quirk of your brow settled any unsaid complaints he had and he merely sighed and nodded, making his way out of the room.

The sound of your heels against the grand marble floors echoes as you make your way to the two of them, without a doubt picking up on the competing pheromones rolling off of them both in waves.

They straighten their backs, looking at you with a noticeably gentler look.

“It will take them some time to prepare my room, I imagine.”

Neither men said anything, though you can see their tails stand still, their ears perked.

The corner of your lips tilt slightly, how cute.

“The two of you can prove yourselves to me in a different way. If my kingdom is to be the bridge, we will do things my way.” you speak slowly, removing your heels and setting them aside. The two men stare, blinking slowly and curiously while you make your way to the door, a smile tugging at your lips as you feel their gaze on your smaller form.

“Let’s see who’s faster.”

You toss the door open, darting down the hall in a flash, and laughing to yourself as you count the seconds it takes before there is an eruption of noise and movement behind you.

You’re grateful for Xiaojun knowing where you were going with your untold portion of your orders to him, as the halls are relatively empty. Any servants mulling about were on alert and the moment they see you rushing down the hall, jovial and full of energy, they press themselves to the wall, keeping themselves there as two blurs rush by moments later.

“Stupid dog, move! She’s mine!” Juyeon rushed by, his eyes narrowed as he followed the scent down the hall. Yunho growled, his legs long and swift, making sure Juyeon did not overtake him in speed.

He wouldn’t lose. Failure was not an option. If the Princess wanted her soon-to-be betrothed to win in a challenge of speed-and if it came down to it, strength-he wouldn’t back down.

Especially not to a trash-talking feline from their rival kingdom.

Yunho narrowed his eyes, the scent made a sharp turn, but it was faint.

Instead, the scent had subtle stronger traces to the right. He turned, rushing down that way while Juyeon continued down the main hall.

The feline’s tail twitched when he saw him break off, but he ignored it, keeping his eyes focused on the hall he was running down.

You were…beautiful. He’d been sent with a mission in mind and he intended to follow through, to have your hand, but the moment he laid eyes on you, he knew he’d be the one to sweep you off your feet.

He’ll be damned if they lost to a clumsy dog from that place .

Juyeon swore when he found the hall was a dead end. A window was open, a silken curtain blowing in the wind. Out of it, was an avian, clearly some form of messenger, carrying a torn piece of the dress you had worn before him.

He’d been duped.

“FUCK!”

Yunho had better luck, finding you rushing through the halls while wearing a robe you’d taken from a passing servant. He let out a bark of excitement, the thrum of the chase overriding his senses as he barreled down the hall.

The decorative pins and chains on his outfit jingled and chimed as he got closer to you and you smile to yourself, slipping into a room and tucking yourself into a laundry chute, sticking your tongue out at the large dog as he stuck his head through the opening, eyes wide with excitement as you slide from view.

“Gonna have to try harder than that~” You tease, skipping as you step out from the other side.

Behavior unbecoming of a queen? Possibly. But if you were to tie your life to someone, why shouldn’t you have fun? If they couldn’t do this much, how can they expect to bring your kingdoms closer?

You dust yourself off, your ears twitching ever so slightly before you look around the laundry room. It was deathly quiet inside and you feel yourself freeze.

Someone is inside. Watching.

You don’t move anything but your head, locking eyes with something reflective and gold in the dark room.

The moment you do, it lunges at you, and it took a moment longer than you expected to force your brain to catch up to speed. In those moments, you feel your clothes being grabbed, and you stumble, nearly colliding with a wall when a strong arm wraps around your waist, lifting you with ease.

“Well, that was a pretty neat little trick you did there, my beloved. But it seems I’ve caught you. What do I win?” Juyeon inquired, and you can smell his scent thick in your nose, his heartbeat pounding against his chest and your back.

You smile and turn to him, your own heartbeat thundering loud as you place a kiss to his nose.

“Another round.” You smile and slip from his grip, shrinking your arms as close to your body as you can and sliding the robe you had taken from a servant off, rushing out of the room as Juyeon swore behind you.

The hall isn’t far from your room. You figure everything is ready and if the boys couldn’t catch you by the time the door closed, your little game was over and you’d win.

Did you want to? Probably not, but it was still fun.

A crash sounds from behind you, and you hear two sets of footsteps approaching, the hall flooded with pheromones.

“Move, dog!”

“Like hell, cat. Back off!”

You glance over your shoulder and find both of the men right on your heels.

“Lady Y/N!” They call to you at the same time, and it takes a moment for you to get your bearings, your nose twitching ever so slightly. You sniff, the smell of their combined scents flooding your senses.

Aren’t they too close?

You squeak in surprise as both of them stumble over each other, tripping and falling onto you in a heap. The air leaves your lungs and a startled yelp fell from your lips, in an instant, both of them are picking you up, panic clearly set into their features.

You feel a familiar heat settle in your core, and you realize the repetitious sound in your ears is your own heartbeat. You smile at the two men, and no doubt by now they can smell your arousal.

“Are you okay?” Juyeon inquired, his fiery disposition from before gone as he gently cupped your face, his hand warm to the touch. Yunho checked you over visually, eyes rolling over your body, looking for bruises or worse, blood.

Instead, he’s met with your flushed gaze, your chest rising and falling quickly.

“Looks like you both got me.”

The two men exchange a look with one another before looking back at you.

“Technically, I caught you first.” Juyeon interjected. Yunho narrowed his gaze at him before sighing.

“I’ll leave, I just want to make sure you both didn’t get hurt when I fell on you.”

You take his hand and Juyeon’s, a spark in your eyes as both of them look at you curiously.

“Lady Y/N?”

“If you boys don’t mind, let’s try one more thing. I’m sure that will settle this once and for all.”

They exchange a look with one another and nod slowly, curiosity making both of their respective tails sway to and fro.

-x-

“My, you two are quite pent up mm?” You let out a faux pout, a cock in each hand as you stroke slowly. There’s a wicked glint in your eye as you look up at the two, delighted by the way they both seemed adamant on holding back and not ‘crumbling’ before the other.

Poor things, they still think this an either-or situation.

Your ears twitch ever so slightly, picking up every sharp gasp and low groan from the two of them as you stroke faster, twisting one hand while you gently squeezed with the other.

“M-Milady-” Juyeon grit out, biting his lip so hard you could see small indents from his fangs. Yunho wasn’t much better, letting out unintelligible pants and growls, seemingly trying to keep himself from actually speaking so he didn’t make a fool of himself.

“It’s fine, Juyeon. You already won. Both of you have.”

Both of them sober slightly, looking at one another with a competitive spark before jolting when you bring your lips down, breath fanning over the head of their cocks as you run your tongue over them.

“Let’s get along well, okay~?”

The two buckle, scent thickening with arousal when they finally pick up on your own heat as you shift below them.

They’d stirred something inside of you, it’s only right for them to take responsibility for it.

“A-as if I’d get along well w-with someone like him.” Yunho grit out, his cock throbbing in your mouth as you tease his head with your tongue. Juyeon hissed at him, turning his head sharply.

“F-feeling’s mutual. I doubt a stupid ass dog could pleasure her, anyway .” He grit out. Yunho’s eyes blazed with the challenge and you roll your eyes below them, giving both of their cocks a squeeze. They buck and jolt, their attention landing back on you.

“Play nice.” You warn, pressing their cocks together, dragging your tongue over their slits, keening at the mixed taste. “It’d be a shame if I didn’t get to taste more because you two can’t behave.” You sigh softly, letting your tongue roll over Yunho’s cock, then Juyeon’s, and back again.

The two go quiet. Or, rather, as quiet as they could get as the occasional moan and keen roll from their lips, their rivalry temporarily placated by your actions.

They were handsome, of course. No Kingdom in their right mind would send you someone less than average, but they looked better like this, faces flushed, panting, fingers flexing as they tried to keep their hands off of you.

“That’s better.” You sit up, caressing their balls and smiling, your scent thick and sweet. Both of them unconsciously lean towards you, and you open yourself to them, perking so your breasts are spilling from the top of your dress.

An invitation, that’s what it is.

They took it for what it was, cupping and groping one breast each as you raise your head higher.

“I d-didn’t expect this nn…today,” Yunho growled, his cock throbbing in your small hand as he ran his lips over the sweet glands on the left side of your neck.

Juyeon grunted in agreement, his tongue flicking out, dragging over your throat. The barbs at the center were soft, and you find yourself clenching on nothing as they kiss their way lower, greedy lips finding your nipples.

You gasp and close your eyes, rolling their balls in your hand, trembling in their grip as you feel them running their hands down your body as they alternate between kisses to your chest and small, marking nibbles and bites.

Juyeon’s hand found its way to your folds first, chuckling airdly as he rubbed slowly. You yip and clench on nothing, your hands stopping momentarily.

“Ah, don’t you want us to bond, Bun? Don’t stop just because he’s touching you.” Yunho growled, sucking a spot into your breast you were sure wouldn’t fade easily after tonight. You narrow your eyes at him in challenge, but they flutter the moment Juyeon pinches and rolls your clit, his breath fanning over your ear.

“You’re already so wet. Did it feel nice giving us the run-around. Leaving such a sweet scent for us to follow, it’s only right we pay you back in kind.” He growled, lifting his fingers and spreading them apart, showing you-and Yunho-the slick covering them.

Your lips tremble as you look up at them, your head swirling in need as you watch Juyeon offer his messy fingers to Yunho.

He stared, eyes narrowing in need for a moment before he sucked them into his mouth, fangs grazing Juyeon’s fingers before he pulled back, a deep growl pulling from his chest as he turned to you.

“C’mere. Let’s get you comfortable.”

His definition of ‘comfortable’ was splaying you out with your legs spread in their laps, both of them kissing and biting at your necks as you squirming as you let them both stretch you, your slick making a mess of your ass, their hands, and their thighs below.

“I-I’m ready!” You cry, arching high and clenching on their fingers, mouth falling open as one of them curls their finger up to brush against your gspot. Your cries are met with deep chuckles and a kiss from each of them as they slow only long enough for you to catch your breath.

“Are you sure?” Yunho teases, his lips against your ear before he bites.

Your eyes widen and you find yourself squirting as you jolt, a yip leaving your lips. Both men let out amused keens, holding you so you wouldn’t fall as the sudden shockwave rolls through you.

“So pretty~” Juyeon purred, pulling his fingers free, smiling like the cat that ate the canary as he ran his tongue over his fingers, licking them clean as you pant, trying to catch your breath.

There’s a wet smacking sound above your head and you find yourself squished between the men. One glance across from yourself to the mirror they’d propped you up in front of and you found out why.

Yunho had his hand fisted in Juyeon’s hair, pulling him in for a demanding kiss, chasing your taste on his tongue. The sight made you keen, and you cup their necks, running your fingers over their glands, smiling as they both shuddered.

“It looks like you two are getting along just fine now, mm?” You purr.

They part, panting as they stare each other down.

“Yeah,” Juyeon mewled, his tail twitching and jerking in interest behind him.

“I think we’ll get along just fine.” Yunho licked his lip and moved to grab you by the hips, picking you clean up.

“Come, I think we’ve held back for too long. I’m aching.”

You find it exciting how easily the two of them can move you at will. Strong, yet gentle hands positioned so you were straddling Yunho, staring down hungrily at his cock as Juyeon held his cock up.

Your plan was simply to tease, but as you watch the two eye you hungrily, then eye each other with the same gaze, you realize maybe this was going to work a lot better than your playful mind had anticipated.

Taking Yunho was a task in itself. Even with your slick, you were grateful Juyeon paused to coat the bigger hybrid’s cock in lube provided by your consultants (you’d thank Xiaojun, Mark, and Donghyuck later).

“T-Tight-” Yunho growled, his canines pronounced the more he lost his composure, his hands gripping your hips tight. You cling to his hands, body shaking as Juyeon cooed sweet nothings to you, reaching to rub your clit and the base of your tail.

“A-Ahn- fuck-” You swear, eyes closing as Juyeon’s feline purrs override your mind.

“That’s it. Such a good wife you’re going to be for us. Open your eyes, Princess. You’re bulging.” He growled, cupping your jaw. You gasp and look down, eyes widening as you see the tell-tale bulge in your stomach.

Had…had he grown bigger while he was inside of you?

The very thought made you gush on his cock, your hands falling to Yunho’s chest as you bounce on your own accord, eager to feel him deeper inside.

“S-Shit- Y/N-” He swears, hands tightening on your hips as you ride him, your hips and ass slapping against his thighs. Juyeon watches, mesmerized as you swallow Yunho’s cock, your slick leaving a lewd, shiny trail on his cock that dribbled down to his balls.

“C-Come…come here.” Your voice startled the snow leopard back into focus and he glanced up, pupils dilating as you open your mouth, tongue out for him.

“G-Gimme.” You demand, and he doesn’t need to be told twice, standing up and cupping the back of your head. He doesn’t even have the time to open his mouth and be a gentleman, to urge you to go slow before you dive down, eagerly bobbing your head until you feel him touch the back of your throat.

They both smelled so good, thick and hot and it made you crave more, especially hearing both of them moan and gasp your name. Yunho thrust his hips up, bouncing you in his laps and he would have probably knocked you off balance, had it not have been for the iron-clad grip your thighs had on his frame and his hands had on your hips.

Juyeon kept himself anchored by cupping your head, and rubbing the base of your ears. He found your throat tightening at the motion and smiled wickedly.

“Is that n-nice? Having your cute little ears rubbed while we claim your pussy and your throat?” He panted, hissing through his teeth as he watched you turn your teary, pleasure-struck gaze up to him, drooling as his cock pressed deep into your throat.

“I c-can’t keep holding it back.” Yunho gritted, eyes flickering back and forth between your mouth and your pussy, both stuffed in such a lewd manner.

You clench around him, a subtle sign you didn’t want him to, and thankfully both of them took the sign for what it was, fucking you and your throat with a mismatched tempo that eventually synched up.

Every fiber of your body felt like it was alight with pleasure, and stars exploded behind your lids as you finally felt them flood your mouth and pussy. You feel delighted as you feel the mess between your legs, only sealed inside by Yunho’s cock (which still throbbed, almost as if he wanted to unload more into your tightness). Juyeon pulled you out of your musing when he pulled out of your mouth, panting like a beast as he looked down upon your kiss-swollen and saliva-covered lips.

“That’s our good girl. Are you alright?” Yunho murmured, petting your head. You lick your lips, taking a moment to gather your barings before pressing into his hand, smiling.

“You two don’t think we’re done, do you?” You inquire after catching your breath. They exchange a look of surprise with one another before quickly recovering and grinning.

-x-

Minutes turned to hours, and positions changed. From you eagerly arching your back, nuzzling Yunho’s cock and teasing it with kisses as Juyeon takes you from behind to you biting marks into his ass while Yunho thrusts into him, keeping his cheeks spread with a devious giggle as his fiery voice melted into airy, near shy whimpers. Or the way Yunho trembled and groaned as you bite marks into his thighs while he greedily curled his tongue deep inside of Juyeon, reaching around to stroke him and milk another orgasm from the spent feline.

By the time the three of you are actually satiated, you lay in a pile of noodle-like limbs, dazed and happy as you gather your bearings.

“I think,” Juyeon panted, running a hand through his sweaty locks.

“-this is the start to a wonderful union.” Yunho finished, nosing both you and Juyeon’s hair, clearly close to dozing. You blink.

“...oh, right, the kingdom thing.” You yawn despite both of them laughing. You motion for them to follow you to your private bath, cum dribbling down your legs.

“C’mon, my sweets. We need all the rest we can get if we are to continue our… negotiations tomorrow, yes?” You wink at them over your shoulder, smiling as they appear at your side in a flash, heading deeper into the bathroom before closing the door with a click.

“Right, negotiations. I’m sure that’s what we can call it.”

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The Line Between Love and War 5

C H A P T E R 5:

CONCERTS AND NOISE CANCELLING HEADPHONES

“It is said that the night sky is made up of tiny wishes that humans were never able to fulfill. That the stars only became bright by the fulfillment of those wishes. In your eyes, the stars that shine never seemed real, your childhood wishes dark and dim as you grow. But now, now you understand the twinkle in their eyes as they look down at you.”

Summary: Your experiences told you that soulmates were something you would never have the pleasure of having; something not given to you because of who you are, despite the soulmark that resides on your inner left wrist. During your solo trip to Los Angeles, you find out that you are more than capable, that your soulmates had been waiting for you for a long time, and would not be letting you go anytime soon.

Genre: soulmate au, bts au, idol bts, polyamory relationship, eventual smut

Paring: Idol!BTS x autistic!mc

Status: Ongoing (randomly updated)

Warnings: mental illness, talk of disability, lots of angst, miscommunication, feelings of depression, feelings of isolation, polyamory bts, stalking, dangerous behavior, eventual smut,

Chapter Warnings: some anxious feelings, bonding, sensory issues with touch, protective bangtan, noise sensory issues, protective joonie, relationship firsts, insecurities, again not much,

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Beta Reader: @crushedblackroses

Happy Holidays to all those who observe them! This is my gift to you all❤️

Masterlist // Chapter 4 // Chapter 6

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Previously on The Line Between Love and War:

“I got these for you. I know how loud noises bother you so I figured these would help. Maybe you could try them out at the concert?” Yoongi talked as slowly opened the gift bag and wrapping to see a pair of over the hear headphones. They looked nice and you could tell that the earpieces would be comfy on your ears.

“Thank you, Yoongi.” Your voice was calm as you chewed on your bottom lip, thinking if you should go with them or not. You wanted to, wanted to go and have this new experience with your soulmates. You had liked Harry Styles, loving him in One Direction and liked some of his solo music. You knew you would have them with you while there and felt comfortable now that you might have some headphones that would help with your sensory issues.

“So, baby? Do you wanna go with them?” Namjoon’s voice breaks through your thoughts, making you look up from your gift and to the maknae line and their leader, who all looked at you with pleading looks and hands locked in front of their chests.

“Yeah. I’ll go.”

“Yes!” The maknae’s shout as they jump into each other’s arms and chant.

You had no clue they had wanted you to go with them that badly and now you were kind of excited to go. It would be your first concert, and while it wasn’t a BTS one like you had wanted, you were still excited.

“Alright baby! Let’s go get you ready for your date with the boys!” Wait, what?

Namjoon’s words had another bout of nervousness jolting through your body. You didn’t know this was going to be a date. You’ve never been on a date before.

“A date?” You mutter out, Namjoon’s arm entwined in your own as he practically drags you over to your luggage and the packed clothing you had just spent an hour organizing.

Grabbing it in his hands, he almost trips over his feet, a loud “Watch out Joon!” being heard in the background followed by laughter as you move down the hallway and into his shared room with Jungkook and Hobi.

Once he has the door closed, he places himself on the floor, patting the bed for you to sit as he moves your luggage onto the floor in front of him.

“This is a date?” You ask yourself again, this time loud enough for Namjoon to hear you.

“Of course, baby. What did you think this would be?” You can tell he wasn’t trying to be mean, that he was genuinely curious, but your brain shot to all the times you asked a question only to be looked at like you were stupid.

“I don’t know what I thought. I’ve never been on a date before so I wouldn’t know.” Your answer wasn’t snappy like you thought it would be, instead, it sounded defeated and Namjoon couldn’t help but to pause in his search for an appropriate outfit for you.

He looked at you, sitting with your legs at an angle and your hands pressed together in your lap. Your head was down, probably looking at your wringing hands with the wide eyes you got when you were nervous or overwhelmed.

It never crossed his mind that you hadn’t experienced any firsts before. But he was determined to make all of your firsts amazing. They all were.

“Baby, look at me please.” He whispered, eyes flashing with hope as you blinked down at him.

He put down the clothes in his hand and moved to grab your clasped hands in his. You looked down again, making Namjoon release one hand and cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your cheekbone, tilting your head to look back at him.

“I know that your past is not something you would like to relive, we’ve all caught glimpses of things we know you don’t want to think about.” He continued to rub circles into your cheek as you tried hard not to look away.

“But believe me when I tell you, we love you and want nothing more than to help bring you happiness and love. These boys are so excited to give you the best first date ever and I just want you to enjoy yourself. Sing along to the songs you know. Dance like no one is watching. Be happy and stim to your hearts content.”

You never imagined you would be having this conversation with Namjoon, but you are glad that you did. His words struck a huge cord with you, and had you shedding a small tear that you he was quick to wipe away. He could tell that he helped, even the smallest bit.

“Now, let me dress my beautiful soulmate so that she can go with our other soulmates and have the best first date of her life.”

He gave you an outfit that almost matched with what Taehyung was wearing. He gave you a pair of leggings, which was about all you wore at the moment, and a t-shirt that you didn’t even realize you had in your bag. A Harry Styles shirt. Your quirked an eyebrow at that, only for him to shrug his shoulders and reply with the most obvious answer you’re mad you didn’t think of.

“Jin.”

You just rolled your eyes before grabbing the clothes and moving to the bathroom that resided on the other side of the room.

Once Namjoon saw you close the bathroom door, he moved into the living room.

“Okay, I’m only going to say this once. You make this the best first date our soulmate has ever had or I will be giving every single one of you the worst punishment I can muster.” The six soulmates all looked to their leader, wide eyed and now panicking a little.

“This is Y/n’s first date. Oh my...” Jimin brought his hands to his hair, moving his fingers through his hair as he turned around and looked at Taehyung and Hobi who stood behind him.

“Hyung, we would make this great even if it wasn’t her first date.” Taehyung was the only one seemingly not freaked out. He was calm and still smiling, excited to just spend time with you.

He was also the first one to notice you walking into the living room area, bouncing on your feet and excited. You had your hair done, making it flow nicely as you walked, well, more like bounced on your feet.

“I’m ready to go when everyone else is.” You say into the room, not aiming your words at anyone in particular. Yoongi, again, was the one to move forward. He had your bag in his hand and gave it to you.

“Alright baby. I made sure you weren’t missing anything in here. And I put your new headphones in their carrying case and put them in here too. Jin put an extra mask in here, just in case.” Once he let go of the bag, he pulled you in for a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around you and kissing your cheek as he pulled away.

“Have fun with the boys, baby. And let me know if they try and pull anything. I’ll set them straight.” He smirked at you once Jimin and Jungkook protested his words. Hobi moved forward and began to bring you to the door, laughing at the others as Jin started talking over everyone.

“Now, I want my princess home before midnight. I’m not risking her losing her shoes as she runs from you guys.” Everyone rolled their eyes at the eldest, but you just smiled and took the leap, kissing his cheek.

Jin’s eyes widened in shock as he watched you pull back.

“Thank you Jinnie.”

Jin’s eyes were still wide as you walked out the door with Hobi, Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook, the latter two giving their older soulmate suggestive eyebrows as they leave.

You were quiet the entire car ride, not because you were nervous or scared, but because you were excited. Sometimes, when your mask was gone, you had trouble with expressing your emotions physically. Most of the time, this resulted in you just being quiet, observing, eyes wide as you watched everything trying to take in what you could.

You were sitting next to Taehyung, his hand in yours as you looked out the window and tried to see if you could tell which direction you were going. When you arrived, you could see the crowds of people waiting to enter the stadium, banners and posters moving over the hordes of people. But you didn’t go through the front, instead, the driver drove around back to the private entrance.

“We have to go through the artist entrance due to the crowds.” Taehyung whispered in your ear, noticing the quizzical look on your face. You just nodded, Taehyung squeezing your hand as the car pulled to a stop.

When the door opens, the boys get out first before Jimin helps you out of the car, a large grin on his face as he does so. You notice the security guards, Seungho and two others as you get out.

“Are you ready to have fun Miss?” Seungho greets you with a nod and a grin.

“Please, just call me Y/n and yes, I think I’m ready.” You smiled widely at the large and intimidating man, seeing him as nothing more than a protective puppy.

All of the boys grin at your visible excitement, exchanging looks of promise with each other as they begin to move inside the building. It took many hallways and staircases before you were moving inside the already crowded concert. It hadn’t started yet but you were already being escorted into your seat. They were located in the front row of the upper floor, right behind the floor seats.

You could see over the floor and almost directly eye to eye with the stage. It was exciting to you; the entire environment was buzzing with energy and you found yourself bouncing on your feet once you were placed in between Jimin and Jungkook. Hobi was on the left of Jimin, then you, then Jungkook and lastly Taehyung. You had a feeling this arrangement would change and continue to change as the concert went on.

You placed you bag on the floor in front of you and sat down as one of the security with you offered to go and get drinks for you all. While you declined, the boys accepted. You patted your hands on your thighs, tapping your legs in a pattern as you looked all over the room, amazed by what it looks like before the concert.

There were so many people dressed up in varying themes based on different Harry Styles’ songs. You could see a couple of people dancing to the song playing in the background. Everyone was just... having fun and enjoying themselves, something you needed to remind yourself to do.

It was hard for you to enjoy yourself, always getting caught up in your own head you sometimes forgot you didn’t live there. But this was different. You weren’t home where the thought of enjoying yourself came with the anxious thoughts that you would be snapped at for stimming or told that you were being weird for getting so excited over something “stupid”.

Here, and now, you had four of your soulmates, with you and wanting you as the final member in your soul cluster. You felt loved and comfortable with your soulmates, which is something you haven’t felt in a very long time.

“Hey, baby. Do you want to try your headphones yet?” Jimin took his seat next to you, placing his arm on the back of your chair and placing his hand affectionately on your shoulder.

His touch was enough to ground you, and make you do an internal check on how you were feeling. You could feel some overstimulation, your ears hurting a little bit in particular as you realize how noisy and loud it was. You wouldn’t let that stop you though and figured you should try the headphones before you get too bad.

Jimin could even see how you were starting to get overstimulated, your fingers rubbing together being the indication he recognized.

“Yeah.” You nod, moving to grab them and remove them from their case. They looked so nice, and Jimin helped explain how they worked, apparently having a pair of his own. “The boys get too loud sometimes.” He winked at you before placing the headphones gently on your head, moving some of your hair out of the way.

When you turned on the noise cancelling feature, it was like an additional wave of calm hit you, doubling the calm you felt when Taehyung decided to hug you form behind, his hands resting on your stomach as he talked to Hobi who was behind Jimin. Jungkook and the security were talking, about what, you didn’t know.

When Jungkook was done, he turned to face you, seeing the headphones on your head already. He looks to Jimin who just smiles in reassurance, letting him know that you were fine. He couldn’t help but worry a little bit, knowing how you got with sound, but trusted his mates. He knew Yoongi wanted this to be a trial run for when you sat with security in the front of the stage for their own concerts, wanted them to take notes of what helps and doesn’t during this “test”.

Jungkook just wanted you to be okay. To have fun and be yourself. If the headphones helped, then he would be forever grateful for the pieces of plastic and metal.

He took his seat on the other side of you, after seeing Taehyung move to his seat for the start of the concert. Once he sat down, he heard laughter coming from Hobi. Turning to see him talking to Lizzo, one of the many artists the group loves to listen to.

“These are my soulmates!” Hobi spoke up as he introduced you to Lizzo, your body in shock as you were meeting another celebrity you never thought you would even see in the first place. The lights dimmed as the concert started, everyone around you clapping as Harry took the stage.

“It’s nice to meet you! I saw the announcement on twitter and I just wanted to say that I’m happy for you guys!” Lizzo was loud and boisterous and you loved every second of it. She was unapologetically herself. She shook your hand with a lot of movement and a large smile. You were afraid for a couple seconds that she would question you about your headphones but she didn’t even glance at them.

“I-It’s nice to meet you too! I love your music!” You tell her back, Jimin’s hand on your waist squeezing a little in reassurance, catching your little stutter.

“Why don’t we get a couple pictures?” Hobi questioned aloud, Lizzo right on track as she motions for one of her friends to take her phone and take Hobi’s phone. You hold your phone in your hand while her manager takes the photos, an excited smile on your lips as you stand between Lizzo and Taehyung, his hand on your waist as you all look at the camera.

Once the little photo session was done, you turn to Lizzo and hold your phone even tighter in your hand.

“Would it be okay if I took a picture with you?” You don’t even have a second before she pulls you into a hug, all four of your mates have their hands up, about to gently let the woman know how you feel about touching. But she pulls away quickly, only the boys noticing your slight flinch.

“Of course! As long as I can get one with you too!” She hands Taehyung your phone and hers so you can get pictures.

You have a picture with Lizzo on your phone…you didn’t know how you were still breathing.

As everyone turns to the front and begins to enjoy the show, you were still trying to catch your breath from being introduced to Lizzo. You were overwhelmed meeting the boys, yeah, but this was Lizzo. It was different. The boys were your soulmates and the bond made you naturally feel safe and comfortable with them.

Lizzo was Lizzo.

“So, you get nervous and breathless meeting Lizzo but we were no problem? I see how it is…” Jungkook chuckles as he raises an eyebrow at you, his nose scrunched up as you splutter to defend yourself.

“Don’t worry, baby.” He moved his hand to wrap around your shoulder and pulled you in so he could kiss your cheek, a loud smacking sound as he pulled away. “We still love you.” You stared at your mate in shock, wondering where your bold soulmate came from as he kept an arm wrapped around you, dancing in place to the song Harry was currently singing.

You followed his actions, having fun and dancing along to the song, copying Jungkook and Taehyung’s sway as you all danced and sang to the songs.

You were actually the first to notice the army in front of your section on the floor, her army bomb on and waving in the air as they danced. You couldn’t help but to point her out to the boys, your grin bright as you jumped up and down.

“Look guys! An army!” Each of the boys grew excited, happy to see their army bomb in use outside of their concert. Hobi and Jimin took pictures, sending them to the group chat with an update on how everything was going.

It took another maybe five minutes before you were noticed though, you could see someone taking a video of the girl, look at her phone, and then glance up at your group, their eyes wide and mouth opened in shock before turning to the army bomb girl and telling her something. You watched her turn around and wave her army bomb frantically, as if trying to get the boys’ attention.

“I think we’ve been made.” You turn to Jimin and whisper in his ear, his body leaning down to hear you as he faces forward. He was looking at the new scene in front of him, a group of people now turning towards them and pointing their phones in his mates’ direction.

Jimin sighs a little, wishing they weren’t noticed, but knowing there was nothing he could do besides continue to enjoy his night. He wrapped his arm tighter around your waist, protective instincts kicking in as he continues to sway and dance to the music.

“Please, baby, don’t worry. Just focus on us and the music, okay?” he squeezes your waist in reassurance and hope, taking in the way your eyes are locked on the crowd below. Jimin turns his head to Hobi on his other side, conversing with Lizzo and talking about music.

“Hey babe. We’ve been made. I can tell Y/n’s getting a little uncomfortable.” Hobi turns to face you, seeing your eyes still locked on the floor and does what he does best, distract.

“Hey pretty girl.” Hobi moves in front of you, grabbing your hands in his as he pulls you in, starting to dance with you in the little space you have between the chairs behind you and the barriers in front of you.

He does all kinds of dance moves, twisting and turning you every which way causing bouts of laughter to erupt from your lips as you start to follow his moves. All thoughts of the people with cameras leaving your mind as you begin to focus on your soulmates, now taking turns dancing with you.

The concert continues like this, your soulmates dancing and swaying with you as each songs turns new. Even Lizzo gets in on the dancing, Hobi spinning her around as Taehyung tries to ballroom dance with you.

You were disappointed when the concert ended, having the most fun you’ve ever experienced. Your noise canceling headphones did wonders for your sensory issues, almost completely forgetting you were wearing them at one point.

You had wanted to stay to experience the full concert but was sad to find Seungho coming up to where you were seated to try and escort you out early before the concert ends. A safety precaution Jungkook explained to you as you pouted in the car.

When you get back to the hotel, it was to Jin, Yoongi and Namjoon waiting up for you, a movie playing on the large tv. They had blankets covering their laps and each of their hands were intertwined, making you smile as you jumped onto the couch, your bottom landing on Yoongi’s lap as you begin to excitedly explain your night to them.

“And then, Jungkook dipped me back making me bump my head into Jimin’s belly, causing him to laugh! We even saw a girl with an army bomb! She was dancing and having fun. After taking a few pictures of us, she turned and managed to get a couple of the other people taking pictures to turn around and pay attention to the concert. She seemed nice.” Taking a deep breathe, you looked towards Namjoon, confused by the heart eyes he was giving you.

Each of the boys sat and listened the entire time, large grins on their lips as they watched how you excited you were, taking in every upturn to your lip and the glint in your eyes. You still had your headphones on, which made Yoongi happy.

They were all happy that you had so much fun, that you were comfortable to stim right in front of them without a second thought. Your happiness gave them the hope that you would be fine at their own concert the following week, and the three after if you were up for it.

You were currently happy dancing on Yoongi’s lap, something Jin didn’t think you realized, and that Yoongi hoped you would stop before you felt his slightly uncomfortable situation.

Jin managed to squeeze you in between him and Namjoon while Yoongi said he would go to bed early, dragging along Taehyung who seemed to notice the bulge growing in his mate’s grey sweats.

Wrapping his arm around you, Jin moved your headphones off of your scalp and into the case while Namjoon nudged your head under his chin, effectively encasing you between the leader and eldest soulmate. It wasn’t surprising to them when you crashed, the excitement a lot for the day as you fell asleep in Namjoon’s arms.

It was a puddle day, Jungkook thought, as the group of singers made a large blanket bed on the floor, pushing away the large coffee table and the couches as everyone grabbed a spot close to you once Namjoon placed you in the middle of the large nest.

Everyone falling asleep holding onto each other, smiles gracing their lips as they realized they had they newest mate in their grasp, happy and comfortable with them. Something they thought would never happen.

Something they always wished for.

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⊱─ 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟: 𝕔𝕙. 𝟟 - 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕖 ─⊰

➺ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Ascended Astarion/f!reader

➺ 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤: no y/n is used, rating - E, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, smut, body worship, cunnilingus, grinding, fingering, vampiric bites, blood drinking, PiV, breast play, creampie, happy ending.

➺ 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: you're skilled, driven and most importantly - ambitious. but even as someone in your position, a trained assassin and a leader of your own Guild, you still lend yourself to jobs that are of importance. even if those jobs sometimes mean attending parties. tonight - it's a masquerade and you're bored out of your mind, until the man who hired you to protect him leaves you alone, at the mercy of a stranger who suddenly took a keen interest in you.

➺ 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 5,626

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: it is done! it is over! honestly i don't even know what to say. first i want to thank those who followed this story from the very first chapter and those who kept supporting me along the way of writing it even when i had doubts. second, i want to thank everyone who commented, liked and shared this fic, every thing, big or small, is always appreciated by me. and now, i bring to your attention - the ending of this story, please enjoy♡~

➺ 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: [link]

Last time you were at the luxurious mansion you were met with hostility. Not only from Astarion’s spawn but from the Vampire Lord himself, yet when you show up at the iron gate this time you don’t have to wait or wonder when you will be noticed if at all. The moment you stop by the locked entry a thrall appears through the open door and scurries your way.

“My Lady.” he addresses you and to your surprise you notice that it’s the same man who came to question you the first time you were here, yet his attitude right now is furthest thing from sour. “Wonderful evening.” he adds and you raise an eyebrow, watching him pick a key on a steel ring and slip it into a lock. He’s not even looking at you, his eyes are downcast or focused on his fingers, you can’t really tell which is the reason, and it takes you a moment to realize you should respond.

“Good evening.” you simply say, not bothering to make small talk because this spawn is obviously only polite to you because of his Master.

“This way, my Lady.” the gate is opened and you step inside, then stop and look behind you as the thrall locks it again, but you’re not looking at him, you’re looking to the houses and streets that you are leaving behind. For a second you wonder if you will be able to freely wander them again.

A moment of doubt, of worry, of fear, and your steps falter when the spawn begins leading you towards the massive door, but you press your lips into a thin line and follow him anyway. It’s not too late to say no, you know that, it’s not too late to ask Astarion what exactly he has in mind for you. And as you make your way through the corridors, you begin preparing questions in your head.

This is not something you forgot to consider since last night, when you both at last made yourselves presentable and returned to the party. Duke was furious, obviously, but Astarion’s charm and your apologies eventually calmed him down enough to warn you specifically not to do anything like this again or he will make your life in Gate unbearable. You heard the threat loud and clear and accepted it. The price could’ve been bigger to pay if Duke Sanolin wasn’t the man to see any worth in you. Thus, when you returned to your own home instead to the Guildhall, not wanting to deal with jobs and reports, you did spend considerable time thinking about what happened.

And yet you still came.

The truth is simple to you now, even if you still doubt the longevity of it, but you can’t resist the pull of a man who tried so damn hard to make you his. And your tired, yearning heart compels you to keep walking, to keep following the silent spawn, because there’s a promise. A promise that you won’t have to struggle again, a promise that you won’t be hurt again, a promise that everything you had to suffer through had a reason, even if that reason is to be loved by someone. Doesn’t everyone want that? Even to you this notion feels silly and naïve but you can’t help it. How Astarion makes you feel overrides your logic, the lessons you have learned in the past and your worries for the future.

After all, you are used to chains, but you have hope, however gullible that hope makes you feel, that maybe this is exactly what your life led you towards.

“Here, my Lady.” the spawn interrupts your musings and you stop when he bows his head and gestures towards the door. You recognize it, it’s the same one that you stood in front of before when you visited Astarion in his bedroom.

Puzzled you look at the thrall but he’s not moving nor is he looking at you, his glowing red eyes focused on the noses of his shoes as if there’s something written on them so you sigh and lick your lips swallowing dryly before you take the handle and push it down. The moment you do it, you hear the vampire spawn turn on his heels and leave in hurried footsteps.

You resist the desire to look at him leaving you here, as if he’s a friend who suddenly abandoned you in the crowd of faces, but instead of letting your anxiety get the better of you, you push the handle down and open the door.

The view that opens in front of you surprises you. Your lips part in a silent inhale and your eyes widen. What you saw it last, the lair of a spoiled slob now is a wonderfully tidy bedroom. The curtains prevent last rays of light entering the room, but there’s red lit candles everywhere. The tables are clean and there’s flowers in vases on them. There are no piles of clothes in front of a closet, the canopy over the bed bears dark red curtains neatly tied to bedposts and the sheets themselves are white, tidy and clean. No bodies hidden behind furniture, no blood stains left. It’s like a completely different room to what you saw first time and the contrast takes your breath away.

Except Astarion is nowhere to be seen.

You walk past the door, letting it close behind you, and you look around, searching for a glimpse of silver hair but you realize you’re completely alone. So you step deeper into the room, walking to one small table and touching the blooms of flowers with your fingertips, then look around again. You can wait of course, until he appears. You are sure he has been informed that you arrived already but you feel tense enough. Enough not want to be alone.

“Astarion?” you call out gently at first, not sure if you should rise your voice, but when nothing happens and no reply comes, you try again and louder. “Astarion, are you here?”

You suddenly get startled when a door you haven’t noticed until now, the one on your left, swings open and Astarion steps in with a smile.

“Pardon my delay.” he apologizes and closes the door, strolling right up to you. Before you can say anything, for a moment focused on his expensive-looking navy blue and silver embroidered clothes, you feel Astarion’s hand slip around your waist and pull you against his body with a dance swing.

“Wait!” you gasp, caught off guard as your steps falter to follow him but Astarion only laughs and lifts your chin to him, his crimson gaze intense and his smile wide.

“Wait for what? You came and I’ve waited enough.” he says and steals a kiss the moment you part your lips to speak. You make a noise of protest, but feeling his tongue against yours makes the heat engulf you on the inside and his arm around your waist only holds you against his chest firmer, stronger.

When Astarion releases your lips from the devouring passion of his, he smiles and strokes your chin with a thumb while still holding it up.

“I missed you terribly.” he announces and you can’t help but smile slightly.

“You saw me last night.”

“I didn’t see you today yet, have I?”

“No, but-“

“No buts, you came because you want to be mine. And I want to make you mine. I waited for this long enough.” Astarion reasserts and leans in for another kiss but this time you have your wits about you and you quickly push your palm against his chest to stop him. Vampire cranes his neck in further attempt to press his lips against yours but you slightly shake your head, your expression becoming serious.

“I have questions.” you say quietly and finally he stops, there’s a flash of emotion in his eyes and his face but he just smiles and straightens his back, releasing your chin and gripping your waist with both hands now.

“Questions? And what could they be?” he sounds almost dismissive if not for the smallest sound of strain in his voice. You realize he’s worried.

“I want to know what…” you pause, picking your words. “What turning me into a vampire will mean for me.” you stop again to think and Astarion remains silent, letting you speak. “I want to know what to expect, I want to know if… if you will take my freedom. If I’ll be just like the rest of your spawn – a servant, a slave.”

This time you see a clear flash of fear in his crimson gaze but Astarion quickly masks it and lets go of your waist, turning from you and walking to the small table that has a what looks like a carafe of wine, he then proceeds to flip the glasses up and begin pouring the liquid.

“What do you know about me, little assassin?” he suddenly asks, his voice serious and you raise your eyebrows.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m sure you gathered as much information as you could about me, didn’t you? If not, you’d be a lazy assassin.” Astarion teases with a smile and a glance cast in your direction. This makes you relax, smile and approach him, letting him hand you one of the glasses.

“You are right, I did gather as much about your past I could.” you take a sip and Astarion turns to face you, a twin glass in his hand and he cocks his head slightly to the side and gestures for you to go on.

“Don’t hold me in suspense then, please share.” he smiles even if you notice that his eyes remain serious. He has a point he wants to make, you are sure of it.

“I know you have been a vampire spawn to a man named Cazador for several centuries. I know that you used to be courtesan. I suspect you killed your own Master when you had the chance, given the mansion that originally was in his name.” you now too gesture around you and Astarion nods.

“Quite correct without the lurid details. Clever, but I always expect you to be clever.” he sips his wine and looks around briefly, as if for a moment reliving all the memories of haunting these walls as a mere spawn and not as a Lord he is now. “Yes Cazador, my old Master, sent me out to get him victims. For blood or other purposes, me and other spawn were never made aware of his plans.” Astarion’s eyes return to yours. “But he’s gone now. He served his purpose.” you open your mouth to ask a question but he lifts a single finger, wanting for you to wait. “So you see, I have a history of slavery. Just like you.”

Dread fills your heart and your insides fill with freezing led at his words. You can’t move, can’t speak, can barely move and your eyes widen.

“How do you…” you finally gasp out rather than speaking up and Astarion’s eyes soften, his smile is gentle and he reaches out with one hand cupping the side of your face, his touch so tender.

“Clever as you are, you’re still a mortal working with other mortals. I am a Vampire, little assassin, I have power and influence. Finding about your past wasn’t hard. Fiends and demons like to brag way more than you may realize when they think you match their depravity.” words spoken softly, but they cut like a dagger’s blade.

You can’t help it, sorrow fills your chest and you look at Astarion, the only man that ever made you feel so fragile as you do now, the only man that makes you want to seek his comfort. You don’t know what to say so you just close your eyes and try not let tears gather behind your eyelids as you lean into his touch.

“Tell me now, darling, do you really think I would seek to take away your freedom?” Astarion whispers after he takes a single step to stand closer to you and you look at him again, searching his eyes for an answer or maybe reassurance. “I want you to be mine willingly. I could’ve made you into a spawn any time when we were together, but I want you to be mine because you want it. Because you are special. Do you think I want to shackle you in a gilded cage now that you’re here? No, the beauty of a bird is when it’s free, not when its song is echoing among cold walls.”

This time you can’t help it, tears do gather in your eyes and you step away from him, turning your back to the man who somehow managed to prod at your scars and make them hurt but in a way you never experienced before. You take a big gulp of your wine and pause when you feel Astarion’s hand on your shoulder.

“I know how you feel, darling. I know. Who can understand the pain of a former slave better than another such slave. But your past still weights on you and I want nothing more than to mend your clipped wings.” as he speaks Astarion leans closer to your ear, whispering gently, then he pauses to press a kiss to the back of your neck. “So no, I won’t cage you if you’re worried about that.” he keeps whispering and this time moves just enough to look at the side of your face. His unoccupied hand slides around your waist, and your back is brought against his chest gently and carefully. “I just want you to be with me. Do you want that?”

You turn your head to look at him, managing to tame your tears and not let them spill down your face then you swallow heavily, struggling against the knot at the back of your throat, but you nod, feeling how your heart fills with so much emotion once you do.

“Then tell me, little assassin. Tell me you want to be with me, tell me you want to be my consort and let me show you just how much I need you.”

A pause as you both look at each other, as you explore your emotions like it’s a puzzle to be solved, looking for doubts, for fears, for anything that will make you step away, but you find nothing.

This is what you want and you will take the risks, whatever they are.

“Make me yours, Astarion.” you whisper and Astarion’s eyes leave yours to land on your lips, then he presses a brief kiss there.

“Then trust me.”

With that he releases you and gently takes away your glass, momentarily stepping away to put it and his own on the nearest table, then he turns back to you and offers you his hand. You glance at it, then at his face, seeing nothing but soft emotion displayed there. If you don’t love him yet, you know that you will soon.

So you take his hand and your heart feels light instead of heavy, opposite of what you felt when you came to the mansion just earlier, as you walked the corridors, even when you entered this bedroom. No, you want this and everything that comes with it.

Astarion smiles when he gently clutches your fingers and he leads you across the bedroom to the bed, then turns to you once again and pulls you into his arms, pressing a heated kiss to your lips. You return his passion, your fingers finding his waist and pulling him as close as possible against your body. You feel your heart beat heavily in your chest and you exhale when Astarion separates from your lips, beginning to trail open mouth kisses along your jawline.

“You will never hurt again, I promise.” he whispers passionately and you let yourself be held, feeling his lips trail lower, on your neck, his tongue searching for your pulse and stopping there when he finds it. “I’ll make sure that no one ever hurts you again.”

You believe him. Not because you are now aware of the power he can wield, but because of how he says it – with such utter conviction that it dismisses last trails of doubt that were lingering over your mind like shadows right as dawn comes, fragile and weak.

“I know.” you answer with a whisper and Astarion raises his head then smiles in such a way that it makes you smile in return.

“Good. You won’t have to worry about anything ever again. You will be my consort, free to do anything and to be anyone.” with a finger he traces a line against your bottom lip and you see the passion blazing in his eyes, then he kisses you again, letting his fingers wander to your clothes and to your shirt, which he quickly proceeds to unbutton.

While he does that you kiss him back and let your own hands wander, undoing his coat and sliding it off his shoulders which gets quickly followed by your shirt. Astarion pauses then, releasing your lips from the heated kiss to find the end of your strophium and begin to undo it. You lift your arms and let him proceed until the soft leather is spooled around your feet.

“Primitive.” Astarion gives you a glance with a smile and you raise an eyebrow, amused by the comment but smile in return.

“Functional.” you correct him and Astarion chuckles, letting the leather drop from his fingers before he cups your breasts and puts his face in between them, inhaling your scent.

You slightly blush and pause as he does this, watching the vampire give more open mouth kisses to the mounds that his hands have formed, leaving wet trails of his tongue when he stops to suck at one nipple, then another, and then his face is in front of yours again before your lips are captured with his.

Your fingers proceed to work on Astarion’s shirt and quickly it follows rest of the garments to the floor. Breaking away from his lips, you trail your palms over his chest and lean in, kissing his collarbone, feeling him gently cradle your head as you do, as you raise to his neck, giving it a playful bite and making him chuckle again.

“I’ll have to teach you that we ask before we bite. But that can wait. First-“ he says playfully and releases your head, now working on straps of your pants, then you are forced to stop your affectionate kisses because he kneels right in front of you and lifts his face up. “Do you really want to be with me, forever?” Astarion asks and you notice a slight hint of worry in his features.

Smiling, you reach to his chin and gently hold it as you look deeply into his sanguine eyes.

“Yes, Astarion, I do want to be with you.” you hope that this is enough to reassure him at last and it looks like it is because he smiles and leans in, pressing his lips to your stomach ever so briefly before he suddenly yanks your pants downwards, making you yelp from surprise and then laugh.

“Then let’s have some fun. On your last night alive.” he gives you a playful look and you let his silver curls wrap around your fingers as you push them into his hair, then you help him take off your shoes and rest of your clothes.

As you stand completely naked in front of him, Astarion presses his palms on the sides of your thighs and slides them up until he reaches your hips. His eyes keep wandering over your form like he’s trying to memorize every detail about you.

“Perfect…” he whispers and then dips his head towards you, his tongue finding your soaked folds and making you gasp.

Your fingers clench in his hair and you bite on your lower lip as you feel his hot tongue lap at your cunt with devotion of a worshipper, his fingers hold your hips tightly and don’t let you move, making you stand still while he’s tasting you like you’re the sweetest nectar. After a moment or two you begin to moan softly and Astarion continues for a while longer, the tip of his tongue working against the sensitive nub of your clit, making you shiver. When he finally leans back you are slightly out of breath and your face is flushed.

“Go to bed.” Astarion whispers as he licks his lips and lets go of your hips.

You nod, turning and taking few remaining steps to the bed. You trace your fingertips over the white silk sheets until you hear Astarion walk to you and then his naked chest presses against your back, his hard erection finding its temporary resting place in the cleft of your rear and his hands are on your shoulders as he leans in and kisses your neck again.

You feel him grind his length against you and it makes you even more aroused as pressure against your back makes you lean slightly over the bed.

“Like this.” Astarion whispers against your skin then he leans just enough to grab your thigh and guide your knee over the edge of the bed, giving you more stability. “Stay just like this.”

You exhale and then moan when you feel vampire’s mouth return to the side of your neck, the hand that guided your leg now slips between them from the front and his fingertips tease your folds while his other hand grabs your waist to keep you exactly how he wants you to stay. At first it’s easy but then his fingers make your back arch from pleasure and you have to support yourself with one hand on the edge of the bed. You want to say something, not even sure what, but before you can you feel the piercing sting of fangs in your neck. You gasp and your eyes snap open as Astarion swallows couple gulps of your blood.

“Don’t worry, I’m not turning you just yet. Right now it’s about pleasure.” he reassures you with a whisper and this time you feel his fangs in your shoulder, making you moan instead of yelp.

“You’re confident this is pleasurable.” you tease with a smile even though your eyes are heavy lidded from lust and you move your other hand behind you and over your own shoulder, finding the back of Astarion’s head and pushing your fingers into his hair again, encouraging him to continue.

Astarion playfully scoffs at your words and his fingers part your folds for a moment, then he pushes two of them inside of you.

“I’m confident because your body does not lie, love.” the vampire teases when you moan and the wet sound of his digits working your core fill your ears, only making his words more true.

“My body and I may not agree sometimes.” you can’t help but chuckle and you try to look at him, quickly being met with his crimson glowing gaze and a smirk on his bloody lips.

“Then I have to make sure that both are in harmony with each other.” he says and makes you mewl when the fingers are removed from your body, making you crave for him to fill that emptiness immediately.

“Astarion…” you whisper and feel him reach deeper between your legs as he moves his hips away from you for a second, then guides the tip of his weeping cock at your entrance with his fingers, his gaze locked on yours.

“This - for eternity. You moaning my name...”

And with that he thrusts himself into your cunt, making you cry out and grip his hair tighter in response. His fingers, now done with their task, find your hip and grip it tightly as he begins to thrust deep and hard. Astarion’s eyes quickly become clouded with passion as he looks at you and he gives you a brief kiss.

“Open that pretty mouth of yours and let me hear you.” he says with an already audible strain in his voice and you briefly bite the tip of your tongue before he drives a particularly deep thrust into you, making you moan before you can even think of allowing or stopping yourself. “There we go, perfect.” he smirks and kisses the side of your neck again, lapping at the blood that seeped out of the bite mark he left there just moments earlier.

You hold onto his head and keep yourself up with a palm and a knee on the edge of the bed but you don’t know how long you will be able to stay like this as Astarion pounds into you, making you moan with his every thrust, making your body shiver and your back arch as if on command. You feel your climax approaching and you give into the feeling before Astarion suddenly stops, making your last moan falter on your lips.

“Huh?” you ask while panting and get even more confused when you feel his length leave your sopping cunt with a wonderfully wanton sound, making your arousal leak and smear against your inner thigh of the leg that’s still on the floor.

“Get into bed.” Astarion instructs with huskiness in his voice and you have to pause for a moment, trying to make your mind comprehend his words, but when you finally understand you let go of his head and climb into the bed on all fours.

You feel him climb in after you and with one hand he guides you to lie on your side, then makes you move onto your back as he crawls on top, his knee pushing your leg apart and leaving you spread for him. Unceremoniously he thrusts into you again the moment he’s in position and you cry out, grasping at his back and feeling the scars there. Astarion lowers his head and drags his tongue over your nipple before speaking again.

“Just a little longer, love, for me.” he breathes against your skin but you can’t stop yourself from wrapping your legs around his hips, locking your ankles on the small of his back, urging him to go faster, deeper, harder.

“Astarion, I-“

You yelp when his teeth pluck at your nipple and then graze your neck in a span of couple seconds. You lean your head back for him, feeling Astarion’s fangs on the other side of your neck, the one that doesn’t have his bite mark yet, and your nails dig into the skin between the markings on his back as you urge him.

“There, there…” Astarion responds with a strained moan of his own, his thrusts quickly becoming erratic as he chases his own climax, timing it with yours. “Let go, my love.” you feel him panting against your lips, a pleasurable sigh so hot against your skin when it leaves his throat and you finally do let go.

You are sure you cry out his name when your bliss takes you, when your body wraps tightly around his, your cunt clenching on his cock and urging him to spill himself within you, which Astarion does the moment he hears his name like a prayer on your lips. You hear him moan your name too, first against your lips, then into the crook of your neck as he lowers his head for last few thrusts.

When he stops and your body begins to relax, you remain still, clinging to him for as long as you can as you gasp for air and try to return from whenever this feeling of overwhelming pleasure took you.

“You’re so beautiful.” you hear Astarion whisper and you smile, finally unclenching your thighs and releasing his hips. At the same time you gently stroke his back, scars and all.

“Am I?” you open your eyes and smile, feeling sweat on both of your bodies quickly cooling.

“You are. And you will be beautiful forever.” Astarion lifts his head, his curls sticking to his forehead. His smile is gentle and relaxed when he lifts his upper body from you and looks down upon you. “Do you still want to be mine?” he asks and you know exactly why he asks – one last chance for you to change your mind. Somehow, this time you know that if you did exactly that, he would let you walk away. The feeling of this knowledge is comforting and perhaps it’s the last thing you needed to truly, fully make peace with your decision, with what is about to happen, with the transformation that will change your life forever.

“Yes. I want to be yours. Your lover and your consort.” you feel weird saying the last word, you didn’t imagine yourself in a position like this, you were always sure that you will forever dwell underground with other society’s undesirables. But Astarion wants to elevate you from that, you can see that in his eyes even now, you could hear it in his words when he spoke to you about freedom just earlier.

You want him.

“Thank you.” he suddenly says and the small smile you had disappears as you look at him with mild confusion. “Thank you for trusting me and giving everything that you are to me.” he says and with that he leans to your neck again.

The sharp, piercing pain is not unpleasant when his fangs pierce your skin one more time and you hear yourself inhaling sharply only because this bite is stronger than before. Astarion moves his body, pulling out of you in the process so that he can cradle you in his arms as you listen to him gulping down your life’s blood with greedy swallows. At first your fingers cling to his sweaty back, but then you begin to feel your grip loosening until you don’t have strength anymore to keep your hands up.

As your arms fall to the bed next to you and the canopy over above you begin to blur, you realize you don’t have a shadow of doubt. You trust him, even if dying feels scary right now.

Before darkness consumes your mind and vision, one last thing you feel is Astarion’s arms holding you firmly against him and the weight of his body on top of yours, as if he’s shielding you. And then…

…nothingness.

“This is my beloved consort, that I wanted to introduce to you all as soon as possible!” Astarion’s voice is loud as it booms through the ballroom of his palace. His hand is around your waist, a palm resting on your rear possessively.

He picked the dress for you, fancier even among the dresses you had bought yourself when you work for richest patriars. A wonderful piece of black and blue made from velvet and chiffon, all embroidered with golden threads. A dress made to match the outfit Astarion himself is wearing.

You have a hand on his shoulder as you gaze upon those that gathered tonight. Your Lord gave you exactly three days to adjust to your new state of being and you suspect only because sending invitations to infernal allies and dark associates takes time despite the speed of magical means. He was burning with desire to show you off the moment you woke up after your death, pride brimming in every word he spoke to you since then. And now as you stand by him, still trying to adjust to the feeling of fangs in your mouth and the strange hunger that is lingering just beneath the surface of fullness, your eyes sweep over the see of faces, so different but also so alike in many ways.

This is going to be your life from now on.

And it makes you excited.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Astarion asks the guests and most of them cheerfully agree. Who would in their right minds disagree with the Vampire Ascendant after all, especially while they’re in his domain.

“Stop bragging.” you turn to whisper in his ear with a smile and Astarion looks at you with a grin that would look evil if you didn’t know him better already.

“Let them see what they cannot have. You, my dark consort.” Astarion makes you turn to him chest to chest and you feel his palms find positions on your lower back and between your shoulder-blades as he looks into your eyes so deeply it’s like he’s trying to read your thoughts. “You’re mine, forever. I don’t want anyone to forget that, little love.” he says with such determination it warms your unbeating heart.

You smile and caress his cheek gently, feeling wonderful warmth under your touch, then he leans in and presses a kiss so fierce against your lips that it makes you bend backwards, and you would fall if not for his strategically placed hands. You chuckle and kiss him back, then you hear some applauds, not quite sure how to feel about those, but when Astarion breaks away from the kiss, he looks into your eyes once again.

“The most beautiful red I have ever seen. Prettier than blood itself.” he whispers, making you smile softly at him, and then he helps you straighten your back, once again turning to the crowd.

You glance at the faces again, noticing that they are seem curious about you, or maybe this union between you and Astarion overall, but it matters none. Who are they to judge your happiness now that you finally have it?

Then with one hand Astarion gestures widely over the crowd with a big, arrogant grin on his face and speaks loudly again:

“Let’s celebrate!”

#baldur's gate 3 #reader insert #bg3 #x reader #astarion #ascended astarion #female reader #astarion x reader #astarion x female reader #astarion fic #astarion smut #lord astarion #darkness of seven #my fics

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zvtara-was-never-canon · 1 year

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I have seen the opinion that Mai symbolically means the wrong choice that Zuko made by joining Azula, and the comfort that this "wrong" life can give him (ordering servants, eating pies, not fighting FN imperialism). When Zuko chooses to redeem himself and join the avatar, he becomes a new person and must give up this comfort and Mai as part of this "old life and wrong choice". In addition, his relationship with Mai took place when he was "not himself", when he was trying to become what his father wanted him to be, respectively, Mai did not see his real at that moment. What can you say about it?

Let's get the easy one out of the way: the moment in which Zuko explicitly referred to him as him being Ozai's ideal son, but not being himself, was during the war meeting he in which he did not speak out against his horrible plan to burn the Earth Kingdom down. THAT was the moment in which he felt he was pretending to be something he wasn't, not every scene he spent in the Fire Nation.

And, to make the point even clearer, who was the person he immediately expressed this conflict to after feeling pressured into not being himself? MAI! She was his comfort, his safe-place, the person he didn't have to put on a mask for - HOW can anyone look at that scene and think this means "She doesn't know the real Zuko?" when he is literally proving that he feels fully comfortable being himself in front of her?

As for her supposedly representing the "wrong" choice just because she happened to be in the Fire Nation during his temporary refusal to redeem himself - Zuko was still obsessed with honor after his redemption, still wanted to go back to the Fire Nation, was still very loyal to his nation (he literally said he was trying to SAVE his country, not turning his back on it), and he even ends up becoming Fire Lord even though that was also what was going to happen eventually had he chosen to just let his father take over the world. Why is his relationship with Mai the ONLY THING that needs to be framed as "the wrong choice" when nearly everything else about his life post redemption was EXACTLY like it would have been if he had not changed sides?

Why is Mai considered a factor in this "Temptation That Makes You Evil VS Good, Moral, Correct Choice" dilema, when the two characters that were constantly shown as Zuko's shoulder devil and shoulder angel - or rather, the blue dragon and the red dragon - were Azula and Iroh? (*repeats to self* must not turn this into a zucest post, must not turn this into a zucest p-AZULA REPRESENTS TEMPTATION IN HIS HEAD, OH MY G-)

*clears throat* Sorry, about that.

Even then, Iroh WAS making a big mistake by ignoring Zuko's feelings on the matter of just staying in Ba Sing Se forever (he explictly asks Iroh if he has not considered that the wants more in life than just a job and appartment), and AT NO POINT had the option to join forces with the Avatar ever been discussed - and honestly I doubt Zuko would have ever accepted it at the point in the story, regardless of Azula giving him the choice to come home.

And yes, she gave him a CHOICE, and that's why Zuko's arc worked. He spent weeks allowed to have the life he had always wanted, and he would have been able to keep it... as long as he chose to let innocent people die. He was tempted, but in the end did the right thing, and because of the weeks he spent in the Fire Nation, we SEE everything he is giving up on, because before that we had only seen the bad moments, like his abuse at the hands of his father, not him being a beloved prince, having a (mostly) okay relationship with Azula, no longer having to resort to desperate measures to not starve, having the comfort of knowing he'd always have a roof over his head - and yes, being happy and in love with a girl that was a lot like him.

The point of showing us how much he is sacrificing is not to say "Zuko will be better off without those things", but rather to make us cheer for him when he manages to get it all back against all odds, this time with a clear conscience.

Also, let's pretend Mai WAS the person representing "bad choice, bad idea, bad girlfriend" like Zutarians claim - HOW does that immediately translate to "Katara is the right choice" when her love interest is someone else AND she was in no way a factor in Zuko's decision to leave the Fire Nation? Who is to say some other girl wouldn't be "the one"? Why is Katara seen as the ONLY option even though they've barely interacted at that point, and EVERY SINGLE TIME it ended badly?

Zutarians can claim care about Zuko's arc and to be the ''feminist" shippers until they're blue in the face, the absurd takes they come up with for the sole reason of pitting two female characters against each other, with one being almost completely demonized FOR NO REASON, and the other being seen as perfect because of what she supposedly can offer to a guy and not because of her actual personality, just reeks of misogyny.

#anti zutara #pro maiko #pro mai

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Billy?

Prompt: You come home to find your beloved boyfriend Billy Loomis all bloody and messy you,scared and clueless..Billy? Is the first thing you say.

Names: Doll, Sweetheart, My Love, Darlin’, Daddy

Warning: Smut And a lot of Daddy x Princess kinda stuff so if you don’t like it leave! Gaslighting included and a sprinkle in manipulation this would also contain non con but easily goes into con

As your walking home, not being able to wait to see your amazing daddy. Walking up to the front door you hear a loud bang almost like a body hitting something. You hesitatingly put your key in the door hoping it’s not an intruder of some sort until the door…opens.

“Heya, Doll!” Billy, says almost like he’s hiding something.. “Daddy? What’s wrong! What was that noise?” You say shocked “And why are you..Bloody?..”

“Nothings wrong, Doll just dropped somethin’. Come in, don’t want to freeze at the door step!” He says rushing you to come in but, obviously he doesn’t wanna be seen especially in the state he’s in currently.

He drags you into the house now warm but there’s a smell..almost like metal but sweet like..blood? “Daddy..what did you do?..what happened…” you say on the near verge of tears scared you’ll be the one in trouble if someone finds out.

“Now don’t cry doll..Nothing to be afraid of I just had a little…accident..” he says almost like it was a joke like it was funny.. “NO!” You say in a split moment not thinking not acknowledging that your being disobedient by yelling at him but you didn’t care you were to scared to “care” at all “what did you say to me..” Billy says in a quick change in his voice he didn’t look to happy now.

“Im sorry daddy I’m sososo sorry!” You said sincerely you really didn’t mean to scream at him. But, you were scared after all you were just wanting to come home and be the best girl you could to him. “Shut up.” He says so sternly it scares you “Get down now.” Surprised and confused you don’t even dare do it until he grips your hair and pull you down to your knees himself.

“Ouch!” You exclaim showing pain but submission not knowing why he was treating you so harshly it’s not what you were used to he was always so gentle and sweet with you never this rough and mean “don’t you know how to listen?. Do you want me to get caught and go to jail?” he says making you scared “No! I didn’t mean to but I was just scared! I promise not to do it agai-.” Before you could finish your sentence he yanks at your hair some more obviously wanting to make you cry “what you don’t love me now darlin’. After all I’ve given to you?”

You whimper whilst he starts to unbuckle his belt. Knowing where this is going it’s not like you didn’t want it but you were just scared you wanted him to treat you softly like he always did but instead he just said “Suck.” You looked up at him like you were stupid or confused so he did it himself and gripped your cheeks to push your face down onto his cock. “Dadd-.” You say muffled giving in to him now loving the way he was treating you. The pool forming in your panties you looked up feeling all warm inside “Such a good girl for me arent cha’?” In response you slightly nod.

“Get up.” He says after pulling out of your mouth. Once your on your feet again he grabs you by the back of your neck to take you upstairs to your bedroom the pink what you called luxury you slept in.

Once you arrived to your bedroom he lays you down on your stomach to soon take your clothes off. The cold air hitting your body makes you squirm and in result he ties your arms together with rope he found under the bed. “Be still fa’ me please sweetheart.” You nod in reply to soon after feel a sharp pain in your lower abdomen. It was him he knew you couldn’t take the all of him on your first time since intercourse wasn’t as often as you wanted so he let you re-adjust.

“Be careful please! ‘s too thick!” you whine kicking what you could if your legs while he started to slowly but deeply and steadily pound into your tight warm cunt. “It’s okay my love it’ll feel better in a sec now.” He says being reassuring as he was before but he was right so after you were screaming for more begging for him to pound into you deeper he knows how much you loved prone bone.

Soon after you were almost to your orgasm on the very edge of it “please I’m almost done please please please keep going don’t stop please!” Your babbling was getting tiring to him though because he then put his hand over your mouth for one last thrust “FUCK doll!” and you felt a warm wet liquid pool under you definitely not from him scared and embarrassed thinking that you might’ve…had a incident he praised you in a instant “My god doll, I made you squirt aren’t you proud of yourself?” You indeed did but you had felt an embarrassing feeling in your stomach.

He cooled down and pulled out of you and you whined wanting him to stay in return he kisses you, saying “Well someone’s gonna have to drag the body out the house and clean it?” You look up and shout “Wait WHAT?”

#smut #love stories #billy loomis #slashers #slasher smut #halloween #blood!warning

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Happy Diwali, Claudia! So sorry you're not able to celebrate with your family 🫂. OK, my prompt is: Three, two, one.

Love Robyn

Hey Robyn 🧡🧡 thank you so much! I loved this prompt, and was able to write the silliest thing ever because of it:

Three Two One

“And we’re sure this is going to work?” Lily whispered harshly, one eye trained on the corridor outside as she watched from within the tiniest crack in the broom cupboard’s doors. “Because if this doesn’t work, I’m going to have to hex you for making me sit on top of a dusty old bucket for thirty minutes.”

“Ye of little faith, Evans. It’s going to work. So well that even he will be impressed.” She allowed herself to look at him for one moment—not that she properly could, given how dark it was inside the tiny space, despite the lumos they'd cast—and watched as his hazel eyes flew across the wrinkled parchment spread open over his lap. “He should be here in another fifteen seconds.”

“How are you estimating that?”

“Based on Padfoot’s average speed of walking.”

She stared at him, mouth ajar. “Can’t tell if you’re joking.”

But James simply grinned, teeth glinting bright in the darkness, and when her pulse fluttered stupidly, she turned back to stare at the corridor, cheeks pink. “You’re absurd.”

“Now, now, Evans, we’re on the same team here.” He scooted forward an inch, knee knocking into hers. Lily refused to entertain her heart’s thumping. “Don’t forget we were locked into cupboards three times this week already. Three. Direct your irritation at the right person.”

“The right person being your best-mate,” she deadpanned. “You need to put him on a leash.”

James snickered under his breath, seemingly more amused by her comment than he had any right to be. “If it helps, I’ve tried getting him to stop, but he thinks pushing us into smelly places together will get us to finally snog or something.”

“It doesn’t help,” she said immediately, face heating up. “And shut up, I can hear footsteps.”

He fell quiet as directed, and when Sirius’s form appeared down the hallway, a jagged piece of mirror in hand and a confused frown on his brows, Lily’s eyes flashed meaningfully at James. He nodded, shifting closer as she pointed the tip of her wand to the figure outside, keeping just barely enough space between the doors for the wood to poke through.

“Three, two, one,” James mouthed, folding fingers in sync.

She flicked her wand, muttering the incantation under her breath, and smirked at the yelp of surprise outside.

“WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK—”

“No need to wake the whole castle, mate,” James laughed, throwing open the doors with full dramatic flair. Lily couldn’t blame him; she was feeling pretty arrogant herself.

The Pumpkin-Head jinx had effectively encased Sirius’s head inside the largest, organge-est pumpkin Lily had ever seen in her life. With a little experimentation, she had been able to leave slits for eyes and a mouth on the fruit, so that Sirius—now sitting on the ground, on account of the sudden appearance of an added weight on his head—could see how fantastically he’d been trounced by them. Plus, she thought it quite suited the Halloween decorations slowly coming alive in the castle.

“PRONGS?! What the fuck?! Did you do this?”

Lily scoffed, walking closer. “Please. It was me.”

“Hey! What’s with the credit hogging? I helped!”

“But why?” Sirius cried. “Is this revenge?”

“Actually, yes, it is.” Lily smiled, saccharine-sweet, watching him struggle to get the pumpkin off his head fruitlessly. “No point trying, you prat. It won’t come off for twelve hours.”

“WHAT?” His grey eyes widened inside the pumpkin slits. “Is this what I get for trying to help?”

“No one asked for your help, mate.” James let out a long-suffering sigh. “Least of all us. Also, broom cupboards? Really?”

The pumpkin thunked back against the wall in defeat. “I just thought—”

“There was no need,” Lily said, and shared a secret grin with James. Now came part two of their revenge. With one smooth tug at his hand, she pulled herself flush against James’s chest, fingers reaching up to tangle in the mess of his hair as he leaned down to capture her lips with his. For a moment—or two—or three—Lily lost herself in the warmth of his mouth and arms, body humming with relief at finally being allowed to do this after they’d been cooped up in that cupboard, diligently waiting to strike.

Eventually, a loud, strangled noise had them breaking apart, faces flushed.

“Are you bloody kidding me?!” Sirius’s voice groaned, but Lily could spy a hint of amusement in there now. “I hate you so much that I’m sort of impressed.”

James laughed, eyes bright, and winked at her. “See? Told you.”

#claudia writes #jily #hodgepodge #three two one #james potter #lily evans #james x lily #jily drabble #jily ficlet

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oxidizedacidd · 2 years

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okay rant time but BEFORE I GO ANY FURTHER I WOULD JUST LIKE TO SAY I AM TRANSGENDER AND THIS POST IS COMING FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF A TRANS MAN. I AM NOT FORCING ANYONE TO AGREE WITH ME OR CHANGE THEIR HEADCANONS THESE ARE MY THOUGHTS BASED ON PERSONAL EXPERIENCES.

I really *really* think saying chihiro fujisaki is a trans woman is legitimately disrespectful and if anything harmful to actual trans women.

trans rep, ESPECIALLY transfem rep is outrageously hard to find done right or just to find at all. it's almost always stereotyped or gross or harmful and fetishy and I legitimately hate it, so I completely understand the headcanon people have for him but I think if you hc him as trans, trans*masc* would not only fit better but be far less disrespectful, let me explain.

the whole point/narrative of chapter 2 is toxic masculinity, and chihiro is unfortunately a victim of toxic masculinity. chihiro was harassed and bullied into dressing like a girl because he was born with a more feminine appearance, which as a trans man myself I completely understand the struggle of. saying someone is a trans woman because they were *forced* to dress and act like a girl so they wouldn't be bullied, hurt, ect is gross to me. it's implying trans women are forced to act that way, not for comfort in their own bodies but to fit the expectations of others. I'd totally get it if he had a more masculine appearance and was dressing like a woman and getting bullied for willingly choosing to express himself as a girl, but he isn't. he doesn't like it, he says so himself.

"where is it implied he doesn't like it and it makes him uncomfortable?" well unfortunately trigger happy havoc being trigger happy havoc very VERY briefly covers this topic and it blows ass but fortunately, we have danganronpa summer camp! I recently bought the game because I wanted to see all my sillies alive and well interacting with eachother, and each character has their own mini kind of story mode, so let's talk about chihiros.

chihiro has quite alot of very interesting cutscenes that give HEAVY transmasc implications, but the most notable one is at the end of his story mode he actually comes out to everyone that he is a boy and is ecstatic about it because he finally feels comfortable enough to be who he truly is. another scene that screams transmasc is a cutscene with mondo and tenko where tenko is bashing mondo but praising chihiro and calling him a girl endlessly and praising him for being a girl. this literally causes him to run off with mondo and start crying because of her calling him a girl so much, and he expresses genuine fear that tenko might hurt him if he came out as a boy.

would someone who is so comfortable with their identity literally start crying out of fear when they're being addressed in a way that's supposed to make them happy? why would they have to fear being hurt? I know exactly how he feels and it legitimately angers me a little bit because it took me years of living in fear to come out. everytime I got called a girl I felt like breaking down and crying because I never felt like I'd be strong enough or masculine enough to be perceived as a boy, exactly how he expresses his feelings.

hes constantly thanking mondo for helping him build up strength, and that because of him hes starting to feel alot better. there's two other scenes that really really push the transmasc hc for me. one being a scene where he bumps into fuyuhiko, who is going to the same secret training spot as him, and they both bond over not being able to be perceived as masculine and strong because of their small, not traditionally masculine appearances. the final one that really seals it for me is where mondo and chihiro are sitting in the hotsprings together just chatting alone, until masaru shows up. masaru sees chihiro, and starts yelling that "mondo brought a girl into the hotsprings!!!" which causes him to break down and cry. It makes him uncomfortable and insecure, not happy.

so again, to me, you can have any hc for any character you want and im not gonna cop you for calling chihiro a girl, so please do the same for me. do whatever you want. but to me, I see it as disrespectful and rude to trans women as I've seen posts of trans women also saying that they don't think it's appropriate to hc him that way and share similar thoughts that it's disrespectful to them.

do I believe chihiro is trans?? yes!! absolutely!! trans rep forever we NEED more of it in media!! but in this case I don't really see it as transfem rep, but transmasc rep.

thanks for coming to my ted talk, pls do not stab me hc him however you want.

#danganronpa #chihiro fujisaki #chihiro danganronpa #trans chihiro #lgbtq community #lgbt #chihiro #pls dont kill me im just rambling #i dont want to start a war #my hcs #hc #trans ftm #trigger happy havoc #dr1

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lostmyremembrall · 1 year

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ohh and also from the same anon who's esfp and in hufflepuff, a missing thing i forgot to include — although im an active person who loves activities, im not competitive and sometimes is scared of competitive people 🥹 yes i'll try my hardest to win but what matters is im having fun 👍🏻

🐍 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐇𝐂 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐦

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long to reply to! Tumblr somehow deleted the draft that I was ready to publish. I'm relieved I still remember most of what I've written in the previous one, but I'm sorry if I miss anything.

𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝐽𝑜𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 1𝐾 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡! Now closed

You met Tom through being paired for a Charms project.

The first impression that left Tom's lips after you left, was "Well she's just a ball of sunshine, isn't she."

If he’s being completely honest, he was jealous of you first.

Smile and friendliness came easy to you, compared to him.

Tom felt like you just had it easier than him. A life handed to you on a silver platter. That’s why you’re able to find reasons to smile. To be kind to others.

But, Tom found it easy to work with you, really that came as no surprise. So the project moved smoothly.

One night, you joined him in the library, feeling especially rotten.

This boy had been name-calling and harassing you. And it didn’t help that others expected you to still keep smiling, as if you aren’t allowed to be anything but happy.

You bit down on your lips, and the tears began rolling down your cheeks involuntarily.

Tom was taken aback, not having expected that you were able to shed a tear.

Tom knew that feeling. To feel like you have to pretend you were okay, even when the world was cruel to you.

Tom bit his lips, his eyes guiltily flickering between you and his own book, unsure how to respond. He wasn’t even sure if he was allowed to look at you cry.

You let out a restrained sob, still trying to focus on the project at hand in the quiet hours of the library.

Tom couldn’t bare it anymore.

“Come with me,” he mumbled out of nowhere, taking your hand.

“Huh?”

Confused, you still followed him. A long walk up the stairs to the Astronomy tower.

Tom had no idea what he was doing. He had no clue whether this was the proper way to ‘fix’ you. But, he knew this place helped Tom.

It was the Astronomy Tower.

Chilly, but the quiet stars shimmering above you.

“You can cry to your heart’s content here. Hell, you could even curse and shout and nobody would come to disturb you.”

“I’ll be guarding at the stairs so nobody would come disturb.”

Tom pulled his lips into a strained smile before leaving.

He paused before descending however, having second thoughts.

He came back to you again to wrap his Slytherin scarf snugly around you.

Then, he disappeared behind the stairs.

Tom sat at the bottom of the stairs, well out of earshot.

It was a revelation: that you could get sad.

A lesson well learned, that at the end of the day, nobody knew what was happening in others’ lives. That Tom shouldn’t sulk in bitterness that everyone else had it easier.

Tom noticed how much he missed seeing you smile.

It never occurred to him that your smile and your friendly conversations had become an escape for him, from his nightmarish life.

“Tom?”

He jumped, dropping the wand that he was playing with.

“Thank you,” You joined him on the stairs.

It was strange, to be comforted by Tom Riddle, out of all people.

A simple ‘your welcome’ would have sufficed. But, Tom found himself murmuring, “Don’t particularly enjoy watching you cry.”

Your eyes widened, caught off guard by the forward sentiment.

“Nobody seems to,” you murmured bitterly.

Tom hummed, the conversation breaching an intriguing topic of human empathy: Nobody really enjoyed seeing others sad. Did they?

“Doesn’t mean you should care,” Tom blurted out. “Cry, cuss, scream all you want. Get depressed. Get angry. We’re only humans.”

You hummed, your shoulders relaxing at the idea that at least someone was accepting of all your raw emotions.

You felt the soft cotton of his scarf against your cheeks. It smelled like him: like pines and old books.

“Actually, you’ve come to the right person,” Tom smirked at his own joke. “There’s no other house than Slytherin that does ‘get depressed and angry’ better.”

A chuckle escaped your lips.

Tom’s eyes turned and found yours, his lips breaking into a smile as well at the sight of you laughing.

It felt special. This moment they shared in the dead of the night, just laughing at a joke that wasn’t even supposed to be that funny.

Tom blinked slowly at the sight of you, the laughter eventually dying on your lips, realising he enjoyed seeing you smile.

When he blurted out the question, it wasn’t ‘What happened?’ It was “Who was it?”

You waved your hand away. “Doesn’t matter anymore.”

Not wanting to press you when you’ve already had a rough night, Tom only nodded.

Needless to say, Tom was quick to find out the culprit

He had gone on to take a mysterious leave of absence

Ever since then, he has become your unofficial bodyguard/boyfriend

Gets VERY possessive and protective of you

Wants all of your sunshine (your smile, kindness, attention) for himself

But, he reluctantly shares

Prefers to have his arm wrapped around you to show who exactly they’ll be messing with if anyone dares to hurt you

Sometimes, you hear the whispers “Does she actually enjoy spending time with him?” “How the hell do they get on together.”

But they’re usually quick to be silenced by Tom’s glare.

You and Tom are perfect for each other.

You eventually found that Tom feels emotions quite strongly. He's just good at hiding them, and pretending that he's all logic and reason.

It helps Tom that you are innately good at reading people's emotions, able to offer your presence and advice and cater to what Tom needs the most at the moment.

You eventually opened up about feeling like not being able to talk to anyone. Your family or your friends.

Every time you needed to feel your negative emotions, he'd wrap his arms around you. Resting his head on top of yours.

"Embrace it, Y/N. No use pretending it's not there," he would talk about your negative emotions, whatever they may be.

He reassures you that, at least in front of him, you are able to feel whatever you'd like, however much you'd like.

He would spend hours, however long you need, just cradling you like that.

He would finally pull away when he starts to hear your breathing even out.

He thumbs away your tears, and smiles when he finally begins to see a hint of smile return to your face.

Tom is quick to intuit that your love language is words of affirmation.

He begins to do more than reassurance for when you're feeling upset.

He would randomly kiss your hand, peck your cheeks, or press his lips to yours during the day - when you pass by him in the corridors, in the Great Hall, the library.

"Radiant as ever, my love."

He smirks, knowing the effect this has on you.

Once he admits it, he doesn't shy away from telling you how much you mean to him. How much he adores you. How much he admires you for your intellect, strength, and courage.

Since there is intellect, strength, and courage required in allowing yourself to feel emotions.

"I'd do anything to keep you happy," he murmurs one day out of nowhere, brushing a lazy finger down your cheek.

"I'd kill for you. I'd break the world hundred times over if it means I get to see you smile."

Tom is a bit intense, you find.

But, a sweet sentiment nonetheless.

Your typical date would be: a trip to Hogsmeade

You introduce Tom to all the delights of the world

Tom rolls his eyes and reluctantly lets you lead his hand

But, you both know he secretly enjoys it

First. Anything that you find delightful, Tom wants to know all about it.

Second. Your laughter and excited giggle are music to his ears.

Third, he admittedly enjoys the process of finding small pleasures in life. To see life from your perspective.

Another reason to smile.

On top of getting to spend time with you.

That includes Honeydukes, Zonko’s, Butterbeer

He loves watching you smile with a foam of butterbeer on your lips

Seems very appropriate to him: A laughter, the warm fireplace, the sweet golden butterbeer that is literally sunshine in a bottle, and you. They all represent something perfect. A little ball of sunshine that he found and will never dare let go of.

These dates would typically end with him, leaning into you out of nowhere with a smitten smirk.

He holds your chin, and kisses your butterbeer foam away.

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