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would like to know the lore of my own oc that i have had for like ten years
edit: found an old sketch of her... i basically drew her for the first time eons ago and haven't changed her design ever since (sad that i won't be able to find those drawing again)

#she is lots of things but she is also randomly dw master's sister. have been thinking about the idea of her being their daughter ever since#missy dropped that the doctor gave it to me when my daughter line#i was like twelve when i made her up okay!!! i basically stole clara's echos concept for myself but made it cooler. she is basically a#gallifreyan girl trapped inside of doctor's tardis and she exists there like a ghost spooking his companions without any memory of her#previous life. and she also has like a ton of echos bc when tardis appears in the parallel universes she creates it to keep the link with#said universe through the echo. whenever the doctor reappears there the link is no longer needed and said echo dies. and so. i basically#recreate her in every fandom i have ever been since then having some explanation in my head for me just basically using same character over#and over again AHAHAHAH#her original gallifreyan version died in the tardis bc she listened to the doctor's yappinh about travelling to other worlds too much#and like. when she tried to steal her tardis defense mechanism was meant to trap her (i remember listening to some first doctor audiodrama#where the same concept was descibed). that led to that tardis being decommissioned#but she still trapped her??? dying spirit??? in the eye of harmony which allows her to exist in some form#the only reason she is related to the master is bc they are my favourite dw character and i like to think that the fact that the doctor#was partially responsible for her death hit the last nail in the coffin of whatever they had HAHAHA#i remember when big finish did an audio drama with the master brainwashing a random girl to think that she was his daughter and i was like#NO HECKING WAY THEY DROPPED MY OC'S LORE??? HAHA THE LOSER STILL MISSES HER#i need to do something with her again. i guess#my post#yes that star trek oc is ger echo as well#too lazy to fix tags forgot to write down the part that yes tardis defense mechanism killed her#i dont know how to explain her being related to the master bc i also remember myself being a loom truther. but the doctor also had#susan? idk guys i haven't been in the dw sauce in a minute#i like to think that she HATES hates doctor's guts bc she has this subconscious envy that they are able to leave the tardis and explore#other worlds but she isn't bc she is trapped in there. girl if you only knew that you also exist as a plethora of other people in different#worlds. also her gallifreyan name was MILLENIA haha subtle foreshadowing#she also hates most of doctor's companions for the same reason. i bet that short period of time when missy was in twelfth tardis was#rather funny bc both of them didn't recognise each other#she holds like. 50% of responsibility for tardis malfunctions
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FOCUS ââ paige bueckers x reader
â â summary: practice gets a little steamyâŚ
â â word count: 3.1K
â â warnings: smut (p eating, fingering, kinda public sex but ig not really)
â â links: my masterlist
â â authorâs note: okay so this is SUCHHH a scrap, i have not proofread it either, itâs just not great, iâm not very happy with it but i wanted to post something so here it is i hope you all like it more than i do LOL
YOUâRE in Maryland, visiting Paigeâs family. You and her got here a little under a week ago following the first round of Genoâs summer sessions. Itâs been a lazy few days so far, full of long mornings spent in bed, video games on the couch with Drew, and afternoons tanning in the summer sun. Itâs been nice; a solid break that the both of you need before what Paige has dubbed her âworld tourâ of the summer. Youâre tagging along for parts of itâthough not all of itâand itâs safe to say youâre not excited for the amount of plane rides and jet lag youâre about to face.
However, you and Paige both decided that a week of sitting on your asses might do more harm than good, so youâve gathered yourselves at the local high school gym, getting some hoops in.
A few buddies of Paigeâs, as well as Drew, tagged along in the beginning, but as the hours grew longer, they began to fizzle out. Drew is the last to leave, heading to his actual basketball practice with his own team.
And then itâs just you and Paige.
The two of you could leave now; youâve certainly been here practicing long enough. However, you can see the itch of a smirk in Paigeâs face and you know what sheâs going to say before the words even leave her mouth.
â1v1?â she asks, a playful challenge in her eyes.
You smirk, taking the challenge as you always seem to do. âNot too scared youâll lose again?â
Paige rolls her eyes at the reminder of the two of youâs last one-on-one game. She waves a hand, saying dejectedly, âYou cheated.â
âNope, youâre just a sore loser.â
Paige just shakes her head, grinning. âIâm not a sore loser because I didnât lose.â
You decide that youâre not entertaining this. Youâre well aware that she will continue bickering with you about it until you give in, admitting that sheâs right and youâre not. Itâs always this way; she will literally go on for hours if you let her. But, nonetheless, you both know the truthâwhich is, you definitely beat her in that game.
And, when you begin the game, the way the first few minutes are going makes you believe you may win this one, too. Youâre up a good few pointsâPaige has been slacking on defense and youâve been picking up the pace on offense. When you get another bucket on her, you grin widely, calling to your girlfriend, âGee, you a little rusty, P Boogers?â You add the nickname KKâs created, knowing how much it annoys her.
However, Paige doesnât bother responding, instead abruptly ripping her white long-sleeve over her head and tossing it across the gym on the other side of the court. Your grin falters at that, eyes soaking up Paigeâs body. Jesus. Already, you can feel your heart start to race (and itâs not from the basketball game). Paige is wearing a Nike black sports bra, and, with her shirt now shed, the silver chains are on full display along her chest. Her basketball shorts are also rolled down, so that her whole torso is practically exposed, abs included. You feel your mouth salivate at the sight of Paigeâs skin glistens with sweat, the way her abs flex, the way her arms look (you seem to grow fonder and fonder of them every day, especially since Paige has been in the weight room more often).
A small smirk paints Paigeâs face as she takes in your surprised expression. She just raises her eyebrows, saying with a shit-eating grin, âWhat? Itâs hot in here.â
You roll your eyes at Paigeâs obviousness, opting to resume the game rather than respond to her. Sheâs back on offense, you on defense. You defend as you always would, hands raised, feet tracking your opponentâs, eyes flitting between the ball in Paigeâs hand and Paigeâs face. However, as your eyes trail between the two, they canât help but track Paigeâs abs, the sweat shining on her porcelain skin, the way her chains go with her every movement. You swallow thickly, doing your absolute best to concentrate on the game instead of your extremely sexy girlfriend.
âFocus, sweetheart,â Paige teases, dribbling the ball slowly. The nickname makes your heart stutter. âYouâre gonna lose if you keep staring.â
And then she powers forward, scoring a layup with no hesitation. She grins and cocks her head at your bad defense, tsking as she asks, âWhereâd that focus of yours go, hmm?â
Your cheeks flush at her words, and you grab the basketball, doing your best to lock in. âNowhere, I am focused,â you argue, trying to get past the blondeâs defense.
âOh, sure,â Paige murmurs in your ear, now with her front pressed flush against your back as you dribble, attempting to find a hole. She catches the way your face turns, looking to get through, but instead your eyes once again catch the chains that have begun to stick to her skin due to the sweat. Her smirk only grows, and she adds slowly, mockingly, âYou are focused. Just⌠not on the game, yeah?â
âShut up,â you grunt against her, trying to get a shot in. She doesnât let you, blocking it. You groan a little as her hands snake around the ball, effectively stealing it from you.
âI will once you tell me what youâre so focused on that has you distracted from the game. You were just doing so well, beating me for once,â she says, egging you on.
You scoff, snapping, âYou know damn well what Iâm focused on.â
âI wanna hear you say it, baby,â she taunts, blue eyes squinting with mischief.
You hold her gaze for a long second. You could give her what she wants, say that the only thing youâre really able to focus on right now is just how fucking sexy she looks and how much youâd love to rip her clothes off right here, right now and fuck her. But, of course, you donât. Youâre just as stubborn as Paige is, so you simply utter, âNo.â
A look of annoyanceâthat satisfies you very muchâflits across her face. She shrugs, saying, âFine then.â
You continue the game, but things seem to only be looking worse for you. No matter how much you try to fight it, try to focus on the basketball and the basketball only, itâs like your eyes have a mind of their own, and they seem to stay locked on Paigeâs body. And, of course, Paige takes every opportunity she can to flaunt it, knowing full well the effect it has on you. Her smirk never fades, especially as she gets closer and closer to winning.
However, it seems like Paige has finally had enough with the teasing. She drives to the basket, right past you (you let her; youâre done with this game), making a final layup. She then turns to you, catching sight of the way you stand there watching her, having not bothered to defend that final play. âGame over,â Paige announces. You canât help but notice how her voice is lower, more huskier than usual. It means youâre probably going to get what you want.
You step closer, eyes darkening with pure want. Youâve given up pretending that you donât. âYouâre such a tease, Bueckers.â
Paige raises an eyebrow, her smirk turning into a full-blown grin. âOh, yeah?â She steps closer, her body almost brushing against yours. âMaybe you just needa learn to focus better.â
The air between you is charged, and before you can even respond, Paige has you pushed against the wall of the gym, her chest pressed against yours, her face so close her nose nearly touches your own. The sound of the both of your breathing fills the space, heavy and expectant.
Paigeâs eyes lock onto yours, andâwithout an ounce of hesitationâshe leans in, her lips capturing yours in a heated kiss. Itâs almost instinctual at this point, the way your respond to it. Your hands find their way to Paigeâs back, pulling her closer as the blondeâs tongue traces your lips slowly, seeking entry. You willingly part them, allowing Paige to explore your mouth passionately. Sheâs going fast, and if you werenât so used to it, it mightâve been hard for you to keep up. Nevertheless, you do, albeit with a couple teeth clashes.
Paigeâs hands slide from their spot on your hips up to cup your face, angling your head to deepen the kiss. Your own fingers trail from her back, tracing her sweaty skin, until they thread through Paigeâs hair, effectively ruining the once slicked back bun (not that either of you care much).
Paige breaks away from your mouth, trailing a series of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline. You canât help but tilt your head back, granting the blonde better access to your neck. You can hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears and the shallow pants escaping your mouth as Paigeâs lips find the sensitive spot just below your ear.
And then you feel her teeth biting. Itâs not enough to truly hurt, but itâs enough to elicit a whimper from youâa sound that Paige loves. She does it again, gets the same reaction, and then soothes the area with a flick of her tongue. Paigeâs kisses trail down the expanse of your neck, surely leaving marks that you know youâll have to cover up tomorrow. But you donât have it in yourself to care much about that because each press of Paigeâs lips, each gentle scrape of her teeth, each soothing lap of her tongue, sends shivers down your spine and heat through your core.
Your hands tighten in Paigeâs hair as she reaches the hollow of your throat, sucking hard. You feel your hips involuntarily arch toward Paige, seeking more contact. The blonde smirks against your neck, pleased with your reaction. She moves lower, kissing along the line of your collarbone, hands sliding under your tank top to caress the soft skin of your stomach.
You feel your breath hitch as Paige grows more insistent, tongue darting out to taste the salty tang of sweat that permeates your skin. Her hands travel upward beneath your shirt, fingers brushing the underside of your breasts. Your eyes flutter open at that, remembering where you are.
âPaige, we really shouldnât,â you say, but your voice shakes and your hands find their way to the blondeâs abs, tracing the defines muscles and betraying your words. âAnyone could walk in,â you add, attempting to keep yourself composed.
Paigeâs lips capture yours in a fierce kiss, silencing your protests. Her hands are cupping your breasts through your sports bra now, and she manages to reassure you between kisses, âNo oneâs gonna walk in.â
And, just like that, your resolve seems to crumble. That always happens with Paigeâitâs so easy with her, and, though, sometimes it does frustrate you, you usually donât regret it. âFuck, P,â you gasp, fingers digging into your girlfriendâs skin.
She grins against your lips, and her right hand slowly but surely trails its way from your chest to the waistband of your shorts. It slips beneath them and you feel yourself growing hotterâand wetterâwith each passing second.
Paigeâs fingers slowly begin to tease your clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that make your knees go weak. Itâs in stark contrast to her kisses, so fast-paced you can hardly breathe. Eventually, you manage to break the kiss, gasping raggedly, voice a mix of desperation and need, âQuit teasing.â
Paigeâs smirk only seems to widen, and her pupilsâwhich are blown so much that her blue eyes look nearly blackâare full of lust. âAm I teasing?â she asks, fingers sliding through your slick folds.
You feel your heartbeat stutter and your core pulsing with utter need. âYou know you are,â you mutter, glaring. She presses her thumb harder against your clit, though itâs not in the way you need it (and she knows it). âQuit it.â
âAs you wish,â she murmurs, lips ghosting along your earlobe. Without hesitation, she dips two fingers into you, the sudden intrusion causing you to gasp loudly, arching against Paigeâs touch.
âShit,â you breathe out, hands gripping Paigeâs sides for support. Your head leans back against the gym wall, and Paige resumes the kissing on your neck, marking it up even more. Her fingers continue inside you with a steady rhythm, each thrust drawing out sharp gasps from your lips.
âSo wet for me, baby,â Paige says against your skin, biting your shoulder lightly as she curls her fingers. You outright moan at that, and she asks, âHow long you been dripping like this, waitinâ for me?â
âAll day,â you admit between whimpers, practically shaking against Paige. Her fingers go deeper, fucking up into you harder. âPaige, please,â you beg, eyes squeezing shut.
Paigeâs lips curve into a knowing smile. âPlease what, baby?â she teases, fingers hitting that spot inside you that makes your legs feel like jelly.
âFuck, your mouth,â you manage to gasp out between moans, body heating up with each passing second. âPlease, P, I want your mouth.â
You watch as Paigeâs eyes darken with hunger at your words, and you feel your heartbeat begin to quicken. âWhatever you want,â the blonde murmurs, voice filled with promise. She pulls her fingers out of you, savoring the way you practically whimper at the loss. Then, with deliberate slowness, she sinks to her knees before you, her hands sliding your shorts down with her.
Paige glances up at you, blue eyes full of a mischief and a smirk that youâve had a habit of kissing off her face. You canât help but think about just how fucking good Paige looks like this, cheeks rosy, lips kiss-swollen, sweat shining along every expanse of skin thatâs exposedâwhich is a lot. Your eyes wander from her face to her chest and shoulders to her abs and back. And when your eyes meet hers again, the look in them⌠Jesus fuck. The sight is genuinely almost enough to make you come right then and there.
And you know that Paige knows the effect she has on you. You can tell in the way her smirk sits on her face, the way her eyebrows raise slightly, the way she leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your inner thighâso close yet so far from where you really need her.
But she doesnât tease for long, because when she finally reaches your core, she wastes no time, her tongue flicking out to taste you.
She starts with long, slow licks, gradually building the tension in you. Each stroke of her tongue makes you feel like youâre on Cloud 9 and about to have a stroke all at once. Your fingers tighten in her hair, hips arching toward Paigeâs mouth, seeking more contact.
Paige understandsâtruthfully, sheâs so familiar with your body at this point, that you canât remember the last time she didnât understand what you wantedâand she dips her tongue into your entrance. Her fingers trail from their grip on your hip to your clit, rubbing in firm, quickening circles. The dual sensation makes you cry out, your nails digging into the skin of your palm, your other hand tightening in Paigeâs hair, pulling slightly. She lets out a satisfied hum against you at that, and the vibrations send a new wave of pleasure through you.
Paige knows exactly what you like, and she certainly uses that to her advantage. She curls her tongue inside you, seeking out that one spot that makes you see stars. The noises coming from your mouth begin to grow louder, your hips grinding against Paigeâs face, still desperate for more.
âFuck, Paigeâ God,â you moan, voice breaking. âI need⌠I need more.â
Surprisingly, Paige doesnât make a comment about how needy you are, instead opting to do as you say. She pulls her tongue out, replacing it with two fingers, thrusting them deep inside your cunt. At the same time, she focuses her mouth back on your clit, sucking and licking so fervently you fear she might make you faint from her head game.
Paige can feel your legs trembling, the strain of standing becoming too much. Without breaking her rhythm, she throws one of your legs over her shoulder, giving herself more leverage, her tongue and fingers continuing their relentlessness. You can feel the pressure building within you, threatening to snap.
âGod, you taste sâgood,â Paige murmurs against your wet pussy. You catch the way your arousal is coating her chin and the sight of itâalong with a deeper curl of her fingersâmakes you moan loudly. âSo sweet. âCould do this all fuckinâ day, if you let me. âWould make you come a million times over, baby.â
You cry out again, both at her words and the pace of her fingers curling and thrusting, the wetness of her mouth on you. Your body tenses, every muscle coiled tight as you hover on the brink of release. Paige senses how close you are and doubles down, adding a third finger and sucking hard on your clit.
Thatâs all it takes. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, your entire body shuddering with the force of it. You moan out Paigeâs name, your fingers gripping her hair so tightly that it has to hurt (though Paige doesnât mind). She helps you ride out your high, her fingers and tongue working together to prolong your pleasure.
Finally, when your body goes limp and your breathing begins to slow, Paige pulls back, planting soft, soothing kisses along your inner thighs. She looks up at you, her lips glistening with your arousal, a satisfied grin on her face.
âSo fuckinâ perfect,â Paige says, eyes trailing all along your body.
You can only nod, still too breathless to form a coherent response. Your heart swells as Paige stands, pulling you in for a kiss. Her tongue slips in your mouth, letting you taste yourself. You moan against her lips, your hands wrapping around her neck, pulling her closer. You stay like that for a momentâyou savoring Paige, Paige savoring youâbefore finally breaking apart, both of you breathless and smiling.
âI love you,â Paige murmurs, planting a short peck on your lips. Then your nose. Then your forehead. âWe should probably put your clothes back on, though, before someone does walk in on us.â
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| I WISH YOU ROSES + KAIJU NUMBER 8.
+cw. âf!reader, smut headcanon + scenarios format, sort of exs to lovers, mature content, angst and hurt, comfort, alcohol consumption, established relationship
+syn.â making amends after the fight. who apologizes first? does it always end up with sex? or is he sleeping on the couch tonight?
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+notes. â wanted it to be super smutty but ended up with angst instead. enjoy and scream in tags if you like it| redirect to blog navigation.
â [ ICHIKAWA RENO ]
reno would stare at the screen of his mobile phone opening your message box yet not send a single text to you. he is a little stubborn. in the spur of the moment, he said, âmaybe we had nothing, to begin with in the first place.â those were some heavy words. he won't disagree. even liquor isn't enough to drown his feelings about you. why do people drink to forget their love anyway? it's stupid. it's so stupid. he locks his phone and then buries his head in his hands murmuring, âgod why can't I just call her?" the rusty fizzy flavor is threatening his throat again. his phone starts to vibrate and rings a little later making him jump a bit but his reflexes were quick enough not to get you a first full ring. âhello? babe? is that you?â
âjust call her man.â Iharu drawls from the other side and disconnects the call even though he sits opposite him. Reno looks at him ungodly pissed until the prior speaks up, âdonât waste your anger on me, dude.â Renoâs phone rings again.
âyouâre doing this on purpose, aren't you picking on me?â Reno tartly responds holding his phone towards him so sure about that Iharu is doing it again but that dimwit is so drunk that he has to lean forward, squint his eyes at the screen.
âno dudee. It's your girlââ Reno picks up the phone but he doesn't speak.
âare you at a bar right now? i just finished my work.â
âyes, Iâm. can I go pick you up?â
âofâcourse you can but I got a cab. bye. text me the address.â
When you reach at the bar you could easily spot him. He is sitting at the corner in a secluded area. Ofcourse he is. Then, there is Iharu practically drooling on the table.
âwhy are you here?â
âwhat do you mean why I'm here? You texted the address.â
âyes but aren't you angry? At me?â
âyes but I know better than to take you seriously when you are that angry. â he looks away from your face. âwe can talk about it if you are still upset.â he shoots you a lazy smile and gets up.
âwhat about him?â
âwhat about who?â reno asks with pinched eyebrows.
Iharuâs snores are quite loud by now. You look at Reno holding your hand out. He doesn't protest. He gives you his phone and says his passcode. He gets you. His words are not drawly but rather slower than usual. At first, you intend to call Kafka but both of them being a pain in the ass you texted his vice-captain.
The can ride from bar to home was silent. Reno was laying his head down on your shoulder, eyes closed but a little fidgeting was there every now and then. As soon as you reach your apartment complex he got out, even leant against the wall while being on the elevator. He's sulking. It's adorable sometimes. When you reach your shared apartment he doesn't come in stands outside until you ask him to.
âiâm sorry.â reno says loud enough to kick out the drowsiness out of his body. âi'm sorry, babe.â
âwell, it was partly my fault too but ââ you grab his collar and pull him towards yourself. his defense system is useless against you. âbut I'm going to make it memorable.â you say unbuckling his pants. As soon as his trousers hit the floor Reno closes the door with a kick while you go to your knees. âperhaps we should fight more,â
With his member in your hand you look up at him and then blink. once. twice. thrice. And then get up and walk inside your room. A few seconds of silence and then Reno is walking on your trail left by you apologizing for a few more times until you just shut him up with the most sloppiest toe curling blow job.
â [ GEN NARUMI ]
âdo not walk away from me. I'm not done talking yet.â Narumi's voice is perfectly flat devoid any splotch of anger or even frustration. he is leaning against the door as you move from kitchen counter to the dinning table carrying the dishes, then cooked meals and a water bottle. his eyes are going back and forth waiting for you to say something, anything or just yell at him. he can handle your blood and tears, not this silent treatment.
âwell, don't treat me like I'm one of your missions and we are good.â you exclaim with a low voice while waving a hand as if you were talking to yourself but actually you just wanted to beckon him for dinner.
âi don't us to be just good. I want us to be better, to be comfortable in each other's presence, even in thoughts. . .â and now he is going to lecture you, like one of his subordinates. there is an agonizingly awful silence filling the room as you wait for him to continue but he is just there, standing, still silent.
you turn your chair to spare a look at him. his stance is still the same, lazy and nonchalant. he isn't mocking you or your love for him. he genuinely cares for you.
âi mean it.â he starts walking towards you in faster pace than usual. âand you know that.â he stands in front of you looking like a kicked puppy. the moment you leave your seat he is going to pounce on you like a wounded animal. this has happened before and last time it hurt a lot. so you don't get up instead just turn around to eat.
He grabs your wrist before you can even touch the food. âI said weâre not done talking.â he almost yells. seeing you flinch he sighs deeply before he gets on his knees and rests his head on your lap. âwe submit are phones after turning it off. that's why I didn't knowâ that you were coming early from work. we work in different departments so we have different rules too. you can ask around. they'll tell you.â
âwhy didn't you say that earlier? was the whole fight really necessary?â you said with utter frustration laced underneath your voice.
âshouldnât i at least get the benefit of doubt?â he looks at you placing his chin on your thighs.
you stroke his hair and he closes his eyes. âyes but â ummâ never mind.â you say running your thumb over his lips. he graces a glance at you before running his hands on your back tracing up to your shoulders, he is crouching now and then pull away your top. now you're naked and sitting on a chair as he is standing. he throws the top away and sits on his knees again. hooking his arms around your calf muscles he licks in between your legs. âthis is payback.â he whispers. your panty is still on and all Narumi is doing is licking slowly over the cloth, sometimes barely touching but if this is the payback you don't mind it at all, unlike last time.
â [ HOSHINA SOSHIRO ]
Hoshina is the one who gives you the silent treatment even if he is at fault. He doesn't want his anger to harm you in any way, be it due to you or due to himself. He is not much of an angry person to begin with but somehow he just loses it for you. Maybe that's his protective instinct for you or the fear of melting the cocoon he created for his own protection. Either way, it's frustrating. It's frustrating enough that he keeps telling you how you should not put yourself in danger to protect him in a field mission yet you keep disobeying him at every mission. Either you are mocking him or trying to take his position which by the way both are wrong given the fact that you are his subordinate. He sat on one of the benches in the training room. he is too frustrated to concentrate on training.
âyou know, you can let your anger out right? on me?â
Hoshina looks at you, pupils ever so still like a moonlight pond on a windless night. That's exactly what he doesn't want. don't you get that? you're wearing your night dress not your suit, which means you were either waiting for him or going to bed.
âi'm not mad at you.â he sighs. ânot even myself. just at the situation in general. i know it's your instinct to protect people but sometimes . . .â he trails off looking at his fisted hand. he unfists his hand again.
âi can take it all, you know?. be it your love or anger. . .â Hoshina looks at you keeping his bottle aside. he swallows before leaving his place and dragging you inside the training room, the door still not closed.
âare you sure about that my love?â he graces his hands in between your thighs while whispering. you give him a nod. âlet's see how long you last.â as his hand rubs against your entrance his mouth starts to suckle over your nipples as his other hand pins both of your hands above your head. the night suddenly feels long and breezy.
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(Pt. III) Friends to Lovers HCs w/Homicipher x GN!Reader
Tags: Platonic + Romantic HCs, Friends to Lovers trope for basically every LI, Likely OOC for some LIs*, Mini Scenarios (so HCs are kinda plot-driven), *Multi-Part Series, entirely SFW
Also, changing tenses in some cases + not proofread again... sorry!
*Some of the LIs are likely written OOC (Out Of Character) mainly due to a lack of substantial in-game appearances (at least in my opinion!).Â
*Split into multiple parts because Iâve come to realize that these HCs are muuucccchhh too long đ
BUT!! Iâm too lazy to shorten them sooo⌠YEAH lol
Part I (Big đââď¸)
Part II (Mr. Chopped đŞ)
Part III (Mr. Crawling đŁ)
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Mr. Crawling
This man is in love with you.
Lowkey could stop right there.
Well, anywayâŚ
Mr. Crawling is a GREAT friend, actually.
Like heâs the kind of buddy thatâs âfirst of all âdown for whatever.
You said you tryna go walk through an unfamiliar part of the Apartments to try and find a mysterious elevator?
WellâŚ
YEAH SURE HEâLL TAG ALONG
I MEAN⌠WHY THE HELL NOT, YâKNOW??
âMe know place here,â Heâll say. More or less: I know this place!
And heâs so damn chipper about it, too!
Heâs just an overall helpful guy.
He seems to have an intrinsic protective streak in him, too.
Which is interesting, âcause itâs likeâŚ
While itâs obvious heâs been in the Apartments for a long time, itâs clear that he hasnât completely lost his sense of humanity.
I mean, trust âitâs definitely worn in some ways.
Like, he eats people bruh.
Trust, his sense of humanity is def gone in some ways...
But!! At least he's not as violent as the other ghosts can be!!
Like, generally speaking, youâll find that heâs a pretty admirable dude.
He doesnât hurt other entities for the pure sake of hurting them.
Defense, and alternatively âfor food or other resources like clothes or tools.
Those would probably be the only reasons Mr. Crawling would ever just⌠attack someone, especially unprovoked (unprovoked, but not necessarily without reason).
That being said, heâs a social butterfly!!
Heâs literally a professional yapper in every sense of the word.
Like⌠he could start a podcast LMAO
Podcast Bro!Mr. CrawlingâŚ
Anywho, heâs genuinely a people person and he likes being in good company.
Whether itâs you, Mr. Silvair, Mr. Chopped, Mr. Stitch(?), the Nurse, Mr. Wheelchair, the Hairdresser, etcâŚ
Heâs genuinely the type who could talk to literally anyone about anything for any amount of time.
If youâre a yapper too, thisâll probably be fun for you!
And hell, you may very well have met your match, LOL.
If youâre more introverted or quiet âno matter.
Mr. Crawling, being the professional he is, knows how to fill up any awkward silences with banter.
He doesnât judge you at all on the basis of how you react to his yapping. Truly.
At the end of the day, he just enjoys sharing your company and getting to hear your voice, as little or as often as that occurs.
Hopefully, you donât find his constant need for company annoying.
⌠Do you find him annoying?
At some point, Mr. Crawling begins to realize his feelings for you have changedâŚ
In the case you accept him as a partner, heâs absolutely OVERJOYED.
Not only have you promised to indefinitely keep his company, but you also accepted him as your better half!
âYou enjoy me?â Heâll ask, pulling himself over your curled-up form beneath the thin white sheets of the hospital bed.
âMe enjoy you,â youâll say. You might even pet his head a few times, and heâll giggle maniacally before dropping his head into your neck.
As Mr. Crawlingâs fondness for you intensifies, so does his protective streak.
This guy turns into Papa Bear when it comes down to protecting his better half.
What Megan thee Stallion said??
âThree things I donât play about: myself, my money, or my man!â
That, but more like: â... my friends, or my partner!â
Something like that, LOL.
Mr. Crawlingâs sweethearted, bubbly, outgoing, protective, and quite affectionate. Intimacy is a language he speaks as fluently as his otherworldly one.
As we know, heâs very much the âhigh-maintenanceâ type.
Heâs just super affectionate overall âand Mr. Crawling just wants to know that youâre always on the same page!
Tell him you love him.Â
Tell him how fun it was exploring the same old dreary halls with him. Tell him how relieved you felt when he swooped in to shield you from danger, even though you could handle yourself just fine. Run your fingers through his hair and massage the nape of his neck as you tell him how much youâve come to enjoy âand maybe even crave âhis company.
And when youâre doneâŚ
Tell him you love him. Yes, again. Again and again and again and again and againâŚ
He could never get enough. Truly.
He could never get enough of you.
With a boyfriend like Mr. Crawling, youâll never have to fear a lack of comfort, protection, friendship, or intimacyâŚ
Because heâs constantly giving it to you.Â
You donât even need to ask for any kind of intimacy âagain, heâs giving it to you anyway.
And whether youâd like to shack up in a nearby spare room beside Mr. Silvair and Mr. Choppedâs loungeroom (of the sort) or if you take him with you to the surface worldâŚ
It makes no real difference in the way Mr. Crawling clings to you.
All he knows is so long as youâre both finding yourselves tangled together beneath the sheets each night, all is right in the world!
Mr. Crawling just wants to spend his evenings at home, and if home is where the heart is, thenâŚ
Well, you know how that goes!
[Part I (Mr. Big đââď¸) | Part II (Mr. Chopped đŞ, First Half/Second Half), Part III (Mr. Crawling đŁ)]
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Soft spot || Ben Shelton x tennis player!reader



Summary: After a brutal night on the court trying to outrun heartbreak, youâre confronted by Ben Sheltonânot with smugness, but unexpected empathy. What begins as sharp banter unravels into raw vulnerability, and for the first time, you let someone see the pain youâve been hiding.
Wc: 1,478
Warnings: slight angst
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The court lights buzzed overhead, casting long shadows across the empty arena. It was nearly 9PM, but you were still out thereâsweat-soaked, tense, and utterly relentless. Pop. Slam. Pop. Slam. Pop. Your racket met the ball with such force that it echoed, sharp and jarring in the still night air.
You hadnât said a word in nearly half an hour. You didnât need to. The language of fury was universal, and right now, you were fluent in it. Youâd lost track of how many serves youâd taken. How many times youâd cursed under your breath when your shots werenât precise enough, brutal enough. It wasnât about practice anymore.
It was about pain. Quieting it. Outrunning it. Hitting it until it bled out onto the court. Behind you, a voice broke the silence. âJesus Christ. That poor tennis ball.â You didnât even need to turn around to know who it was. Ben Shelton. Always perfectly timed. Always with that goddamn voice that grated on your nerves like sandpaperâsmooth one second, cocky the next.
You tossed the ball in your hand high and served again, putting everything behind it. The net quivered. âIâm flattered you stayed to watch,â you called out, breathless. âOr do you just enjoy seeing me kick ass?â Ben chuckled, the sound light but hollow. You could hear it in his toneâhe wasnât here to trade jabs like usual.
He wasnât laughing with you. He wasnât even smiling. âIâm not here to watch,â he said, stepping closer. âIâm here because I heard.â You turned, expression stiffening. âHeard what?â Ben gave you a lookâsteady and unreadable. You rolled your eyes, wiping sweat off your brow with the sleeve of your shirt. âIf youâre talking about him, save it.â
He said nothing. You walked past him and into the lounge room, each step weighed down with an exhaustion that wasnât physical. You slumped down on the edge of the couch, dropping your racket with a loud clatter that made a few players at the far end glance up before quickly looking away again. Like they knew.
Like theyâd been talking about it, too. Ben followed you in, lingering by the door. Arms crossed, jaw tense. âLet me guess,â you said with a smirk, pretending to fiddle with the cap of your water bottle. âYou came to gloat? Tell me I shouldâve seen it coming? You have been waiting for me to get knocked off my pedestal.â
âNo.â You looked up. The way he said itâit wasnât defensive. It wasnât smug. It was simple. Honest. You raised an eyebrow. âNo?â âIâm not here to kick you while youâre down. Even if you are a pain in my ass.â You barked out a laugh. âWow. A genuine moment of concern from Benjamin Shelton? You feeling alright?â
Ben stepped forward, and for the first time, you noticed how serious he looked. How tired. His brows were furrowed slightly, and there was a quiet weight in his eyes. âI heard what he did,â he said softly. âAnd⌠Iâm sorry.â You blinked. That wasnât what you expected. From anyone, let alone him. You sat back, crossing your arms in a lazy shrug, forcing the smile.
âItâs not a big deal.â âYou donât have to pretend,â he said. âIâm not pretending.â âYouâre smashing balls like they slept with your boyfriend. Youâre definitely pretending.â You laughed again, high and dry. âWell, one of them did.â You met his eyes. âOr, I donât knowâwas it two girls? Three? I lost count after the second tagged photo.â
Ben didnât react to your snide tone. He just stood there, hands on his hips, watching you like he was trying to figure out how you were still standing. You hated that. Hated the way he looked at you like you were breakable. Because you werenât. You couldnât be. âWhatâs wrong, Benny?â you teased, voice light, laced with that familiar mocking tone.
âGone all soft on me?â Something flickered in his face. You expected him to roll his eyes. Throw something cocky back. But he didnât. Instead, he exhaled slowly, like youâd taken all the wind out of him. âMaybe,â he said. âBut Iâd rather be soft than pretend like I donât give a damn.â You swallowed hard. There was a long silence between you.
The kind that presses down on your chest, that pulls at the cracks in your foundation. And maybe it was the stillness of the room. Maybe it was the fact that youâd run yourself into the ground trying not to feel anything. But something gave out. Your voice dropped. âHe made me feel like I wasnât enough.â Benâs brows pulled together. âYou were.â
You shook your head, throat tightening. âThen why did he cheat on me like it meant nothing? Like I meant nothing?â He stepped closer but didnât sit. Just stood over you, eyes dark with something more than frustrationâfrustration at him, maybe. Or at the world. Or at himself for not knowing what to say.
âYou donât deserve that kind of hurt,â he said, his voice low. âNo one does. Least of all you.â That did it. The fight left your body all at once. You curled forward, elbows on your knees, head in your hands as tears burned hot and fast down your cheeks. It was humiliating. You didnât cry. Not in public. Not in front of him. But right now you couldnât stop.
âI hate this,â you choked. âI hate feeling like this. I hate him. I hate everyone knowingââ You broke off with a sob, hands shaking. And then, gently, Ben knelt down in front of you. He didnât speak. Just reached for your wrists and slowly, carefully, pulled your hands away from your face. Your breath caught. He was close. Too close.
And you were sure he could see everything nowâyour blotchy cheeks, your red eyes, your mess. But he didnât look away. He rested one hand over yours, firm and warm, grounding you. âThen hate him,â he said. âBut donât hate yourself.â You let out a shuddering breath and closed your eyes. âWhy do you even care, Ben?â There was a pause. A beat. âI donât know,â he said honestly. âBut I do.â
You leaned forward, your forehead bumping softly against his shoulder, and he didnât flinch. Didnât pull away. His hand moved to your back, tentative at first, then solid. And for the first time all week, you let yourself collapse. Just for a moment. Just long enough to feel like someone had your back. Even if it was the last person you ever expected.
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Hey đ how are you. I have a question: Do you take requests??
If yes:
Can you do a fic with Soft! Golden retriever Slytherin! Reader x an Overprotective! Black cat! Regulus. Where he probably thinks, where did they come from ?? (im a girl but i want other people with different genders to read this) and reader is like" if you don't accept my friendship bracelet, I'm gonna curse your family for seven generations." kinda person. And Regulus is like oh they feisty, i like that. And that's.. the idea.
If not: have a great day đđ
REDAMENCY ๨ৠR.B
๨ŕ§: regulus black x slytherian gn!reader
๨ŕ§: hi! Sorry this took like a while.. to be released but I hope you enjoy it
๨ŕ§: @reggieswriter I thought Iâd tag you because you also requested something similar! I hope you like it :)

๨ŕ§- regulus black found himself immersed by you, perhaps for some reasons even he didnât have the heart to answer tho to say you werenât in his head would be a stupid lie.
he wouldnât say it was a crush, god no or atleast he wouldnât admit it. His excuse was that you being a slytherian, he didnât understand your attentive and caring attitude for those around you
in his defense his experience with his other house mates was that it was better to ignore them even if they were infact similar in many manners.
to say you shocked him was a slight understatement, well it didnât exactly blow his mind but his gaze lingered for few longer seconds then he would for Anyone else
his eyes looking around as other slytherains rolled there eyes at you, and hufflepuffs wondered why you werenât sorted with them
everytime you talked to him he was kind but quite not sure of how open to be but he made a note to try and be open as well when you asked how he was and ran off to go talk to anyone else about it
The â friendshipâ obviously didnât start like this tho at first you tried speaking to him as he looked at you and back at his work before you huffed and walked off
the next day he was a bit shocked and annoyed to see you keep trying to talk to him as he ignored you again
tho he was a bit interested and found your personality.. attractive?
this went on for a week.
Until he finally decided that heâd speak back to you when you tried, of course you spoke to him again but you were the shocked one when he replied with a full sentence
he found himself a bit happy seeing you so excited over a reply but brushed it off and continued his work as you waved walking away to your seat
After a week or so you became âfriendsâ waving at each other in the halls, tho his wave was a lazy excuse of one but still a welcoming one.
he would walk into class and smile softly at you and every time you stopped him in the hall to talk your opposite demeanor seemed to bounce off each other, his blank but attentive gaze colliding with your excited attitude
as the months went on you grew closer your short hellos going to full fledged conversation and he felt a little thankful to know you, as in his words you were a breathe of fresh air
His friends often teased him a bit at the fact heâd roll his eyes and make a snarky remark when his house mates talked bad of you telling them they were stupid and couldnât hope in a million years there brains could function enough to understand your honorable personality
he denied all the fingers his friends pointed at him saying it was only because you were very nice and a good person and itâs quite insensitive to take your kindness for weakness and that was it.
tho he of course wouldnât admit to his friends or even himself that his heart skipped seeing you in the halls or when your hand would rest on his shoulder when you pasted him at his desk.
tho maybe soon his feelings could be put out, or at least deep down he hoped he wouldnât have to feel such a feelings in the pit of his stomach in secret much longer.
@- likes and reblogs appreciated! As well as any other feedback :>
#regulus black fluff#regulus black x reader#regulus black#marauders x reader#marauders#harry potter x reader#harry potter#đď¸â- kaz writes
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Hello<3
I was wondering if you had any thoughts on how fandom misconstrues Dean's relationship with alcohol?
There is so much emphasis on making him out to be a violent mean drunk, but I mostly remember that he drinks and like passes out when he's grieving or stressed (iirc) (s6 PTSD, Soulless sam, when Cas dies, etc.)? It's weird to me because Dean isn't the only character to go through this. Bobby relies on drinking too. He's exactly as gruff as Dean can be. He also had an abusive father. Yet I don't usually see people judging Bobby for that (if they exist, I haven't seen them at least thank God).
I get frustrated when people say things like the MoC was a direct metaphor for alcoholism just because it made Dean sooo violent and angry, etc. And, it's like an unrealistic understanding of alcoholism irl and also of Dean himself and his actual actions and context. I just get weirdly defensive of him over it lol.
If you've already hashed this out I'm sry! At the end of the day, it's all just interpretation ig, but I wanted to know your take on it cause ik you'd look at dean with a good faith lens.
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One could say I have had thoughts on how fandom misconstrues Dean's relationship with alcohol. One could even say I have spawned extremely funny multi-day fandom-wide disk horses on this subject simply by giving my opinion on my own blog when an anon asked me to.
I'm tracking Dean's relationship with alcohol (and other substances bc I was too lazy to make two separate tags) through #dean and drugs during my rewatch if you care to peruse, but I think you and I are of a similar mind on this.
Prior to season 4, Dean has a very average relationship with alcohol. In season 4, Dean starts using alcohol as a coping tool to help him fall asleep because he's having nightmares about hell. By season 6, alcohol is also a coping tool for depression and stress. He drinks to deal with nightmares, he drinks to cope with hell trauma, he drinks after soulless Sam watches his sexual assault with a smile, he drinks after Cas swallows all the souls and Death blames Dean for everything, he drinks throughout season 7 to cope with Cas's death and Bobby's death. I'm up to 8.01 and have yet to see a single occasion where Dean drinking and Dean being violent co-occurred. What I do see is Dean drinking when he is sad, alone, or scared.
I'll continue trackingâI'll eventually get back into the MoC arc where Dean is drinking heavily again, and obviously Dean + drinking + anger + violence are all going to happen at the same time in MoC seasons. However, correlation does not equal causation, and while someone can choose to believe that Dean's drinking causes him to be angry, I think the literal answer in season 9/10 is that Dean's been cursed by the father of murder, and on a more metaphorical level, the Mark of Cain quite overtly represents Dean's resentment toward Sam which Carver spends his entire run laying out in great detail. This is why the whole Carver run culminates in Amara (a Dean parallel) being unleashed to take revenge on her brother, and why the MoC is a brother murderer curse to begin with. Alcohol is set dressing. It shows usâjust as it did in the pastâthat Dean feels sad, alone, and scared (in this case, of what the MoC could lead him to doâwhich also isn't dissimilar from the original reason Dean started drinkingâafter hell to cope with the trauma of not just being tortured but torturing othersâthe fear that he'd been made into a monster).
Looking at the matter holistically, I don't personally see Dean as an angry drunk. I see him as a sad drunk. If anything, I think he hopes that alcohol will drown his anger and violent urges in the MoC arc, or at least slow him down, while also being the traditional tool he uses during boughts of depression (which he is very much experiencing during the MoC arc to the point of suicide). I also think outside the outlier of season 9/10, the narrative supports sad drunk Dean far better than angry drunk Dean.
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BG3 Oneshot: Jealous Tav

Pairing: Shadowheart x (named) F!Tav
Words: 10.8k
Tags: Fluff, jealousy, romance, humor, slight angst
The seasons continue their constant dance of change as the group continues a steady path along the Chionthar, and to Baldurâs Gate itself. Marpenoth ushers in bright and sunny days, melting away slowly into cooler evenings that- whilst still tolerable, require perhaps a coat, or a scarf, to better enjoy. Uktar follows, and brings with it shorter days, bouts of rain, and the promise of an end: both to the warmth of summer, and to a journey that no one could have anticipated.Â
The dreaded heat of Eleasis and Eleint is behind the group; each step brings them closer to what will almost certainly be the final leg of their journey: confronting the Elderbrain.
They come to Baldurâs Gate changed, in some way; Shadowheartâs newly silver hair reflects her recent departure from Sharâs ideals, Serena carries fear to return to the city of her nightmarish youth, Karlach seems to know her engine burns hotter with the minute; the list is endless.Â
Anticipation weighs heavily in the hearts and minds of each and every member in camp.Â
And already, the groupâs proximity to the city has brought about several new conundrums to their attention, one of which Jaheira aims to bring to a close.Â
After all, itâs why sheâs called this meeting today, in camp, with only a select few.
Amber liquid steams in Jaheiraâs cup, handle clutched tightly between a pinched thumb and forefinger; sheâs careful not to spill a drop onto the parchments on the table directly below.Â
âThank you for joining me.â Jaheira rasps, clearing her throat after a sip of her tea.Â
She glances along the table sheâs set up, and the eyes that follow her gaze, flitting back from the parchments to her own eyes every now and again.Â
Serena- the cub, Shadowheart, Gale, Laeâzel, and Astarion.Â
A ragtag group, to be sure, but perhaps just the talent Jaheira needs for a mission requiring suchâŚfinesse.Â
â...Is there a reason the others arenât required to do Harper charity work?â Astarion sniffs, rubbing his nails against his doublet in a lazy show of disinterest. â...Assuming thatâs what this is.âÂ
His gaze flits across camp to Karlach, Wyll, Halsin, Withers, and Yenna- the latter a temporary addition to their overflowing camp.Â
They cheer and sing as they prepare breakfast (Withers aside, of course).Â
Astarion rolls his eyes skyward and returns his focus to Jaheira. â...Nevermind.â Astarion adds with a sigh.Â
Jaheira sets her tea aside and rubs her temples, noting the way Laeâzel bounces impatiently on her heels, the way Serena and Shadowheart brush against each other awkwardly and seem to pull apart, the way Gale seems transfixed on the parchments before them rather than their conversation.Â
Wonderful.Â
Silvanus, guide me.Â
âLet her speak.â Laeâzel cuts in, narrowing her eyes at Astarion.Â
Itâs a nice enough gesture, before Jaheira realizes sheâs only staunchly in defense of getting back to training immediately.Â
âRecently, my Harpers have caught wind that a suspected criminal will be approaching the city.â Jaheira begins. âHe is a renowned wizard, suspected of many crimes: trafficking refugees, the sale of illicit materials and dangerous potions, and briberyâŚto name a few.âÂ
Shadowheartâs eyes narrow. âQuite the suspicionâŚâ She points out. â...And still, he walks free?â
Jaheira nods curtly. âYes, the reason he has not been brought to justice is because he shares a name with one of the longest standing patriar families in the city. His own brother holds a position in the Dukeâs council.âÂ
Astarion lifts a brow in curiosity. âAnyone I would know?âÂ
Jaheira shakes her head. â...I think not, unless you were acquainted with some of the worst, lying, cheating criminals in-âÂ
âOh, I know this one!â Astarion claps, grinning. âDonât tell me itâs Adrian Caldwell, is it?â
â...Indeed.â Jaheira mutters. âThe very same.â
This name seems to finally wake Gale from his reverie, and he wears a scowl that deepens with each word. âThat old charlatan? I can scarcely believe heâs still parading about, peddling his putrid illusions and cheap parlor tricks under the guise of true magic. A fraud, through and through! He sullies the very art with his gaudy nonsense! And yet, somehow, the masses continue to hang on his every word, as if he were a sage of the Weave itself!â
â...Youâre familiar, I take it?â Shadowheart scoffs at the sudden outburst.Â
â...And we are to kill him? Many words to call a dead man.â Laeâzel shrugs, rather unimpressed at Galeâs description.Â
âWe canât kill him-â Jaheiraâs correction is cut off in favor of yet another realization.Â
 â-Caldwell?â Serena finally speaks up from her end of the table, brow furrowed as she studies the information at hand.Â
âYou know the name?â Shadowheart nudges her curiously.Â
âEveryone does.â Serena admits. âThey own more than half the city, and have for generations.âÂ
â...IâŚcanât say Iâm familiar.â Shadowheart admits softly with a shrug.Â
â...Not that youâd remember, anyway.â Astarion smirks. âThose honey traps they had you mastering in your cloister were suited for just his type.âÂ
âAstarion.â Serena utters the name once: a warning.Â
Astarionâs loose tongue has a tendency to take a turn for the careless, and Serena will be damned if she just sits here and allows him to jab so freely.
âŚEspecially not at Shadowheart, though sheâs more than capable of defending herself. Â

â...You laid traps in honey?â Laeâzel questions in utter confusion. She nods to herself as she seems to build the idea within her imagination. â...Curious.â
â...Astarion may be right.â Shadowheart settles quietly.Â
âWhat help do you require of us?â Laeâzel demands, turning to Jaheira with little patience for group antics, anxiety-fueled, or otherwise. âAnd why is this at all important when we have so much at stake already?âÂ
â...Adrian Caldwell has so far evaded arrest because he is protected.â Jaheira explains. âMy spies tell me he will be at Fraygoâs Flophouse in two days. He comes to the city to make a handoff.âÂ
Astarion makes a face of disdain, and Shadowheart seems to mirror his expression.Â
âThe Flophouse?â Astarion grimaces, nose scrunched up in distaste. âWhatâs next, we chase him into the sewers?âÂ
â...Itâs certainly not the first place youâd expect to find someone of suchâŚstatus.â Shadowheart agrees.Â
âNo, and that is almost certainly why he chose it.â Jaheira nods. âSharessâ Caress has too many eyes, the Elfsong is even worse. You see, my Harpers cannot make an arrest without evidence of his crimes in hand. The family is too powerful. We needâŚledgers, correspondence, something to unmistakably show his doings to the city. And he has just the evidence we need. The only problem? Everything he travels with is sealed within a trunk, by magic.â Jaheira explains.Â
â...Well, donât we have a spell to open things?â Astarion throws his hands up in exasperation. Â
Gale shakes his head. âNot if the chest is bound to open for an item instead.âÂ
â...A key, then.â Laeâzel points out as if itâs the most obvious solution in the world. She truly doesnât understand their incessant need to complicate everything they touch.Â
â...In a sense, yes.â Gale explains. âItâs a safety precaution. Chests can be sealed with magic and may only open for the item theyâre magically bound to. ItâsâŚrudimentary, really, but effective when concealing information from prying eyes, especially in the magical world.âÂ
â...So you want us to break into it.â Astarion sighs. âReally, weâre the best the fabled Harpers can do?âÂ
âI can scarcely believe it myself.â Jaheira snorts, folding her arms. âButâŚyes. This is a mark we have pursued for some time now. It would beâŚa shame, to let him slip through our fingers without an attempt. That is why I have selected you. You are all capable of operating quietly, yes?âÂ
Jaheira glances back at Wyll, Karlach, and Halsin, hooting and hollering as they set Yenna atop their broad shoulders, causing the little girl to shriek with laughter, much to her catâs dismay.Â
â...They are not.â Jaheira adds mildly.Â
â...Iâm not certain I understand.â Serena interrupts softly. âYouâŚare we...to sneak into the Flophouse and try to break into thisâŚchest?âÂ
âYes- Caldwell has claimed the entire upper floor for himself and his guards.â Jaheira explains. âBut- while his mind may be sharp, his eyes are known to wanderâŚif the reports are to be believed, he can beâŚeasily distracted. I believe we can use this to our advantage.âÂ
âDistracted how?â Astarion scoffs. âHave you arranged a dance for us to perform? Or shall we invite him to circus of Last-âÂ
âNot you.â Jaheira rolls her eyes. â...This requiresâŚa delicate touch. PerhapsâŚsomeone with experienceâŚSomeone who can hold his attention.âÂ
All eyes settle on Shadowheart, who blinks rather owlishly at the sudden turn of events. Â
âOh, this is just delicious.â Astarion grins, gaze jumping from Shadowheart to Serena and back again.Â
â...You meanâŚâ Shadowheartâs eyes narrow as she tries to understand Jaheiraâs meaning.Â
â...Trap him with honey.â Laeâzel nods, eyes narrowing to near slits. By the way she smirks, itâs clear sheâs envisioning quite a different meaning than what was intended.Â
âYouâŚâ Jaheira gestures to Shadowheart. âWould be a sufficient distraction, yes. Perhaps even enough to isolate and draw the truth from him.â Â
Serena doesnât know why her heart suddenly feels like itâs dropped into her stomach, or why sheâs suddenly broken out into cold sweats.Â
âAbsolutely not.âÂ
â...Alright.âÂ
Serena answers at the same time as Shadowheart, and they both pause, glancing at each other in surprise.Â
Itâs bad enough they havenât truly spoken after Shadowheart abandoned Shar, with a whole host of unanswered feelings lingering between them.Â
Now theyâre flat-out disagreeing, to boot.Â
â...Iâm sorry?â Shadowheart blinks, and if Serenaâs not mistaken, thereâs a hint of a challenge in the question and her tone. âI donât recall Jaheira asking you.âÂ
Okay, definitely more than a hint of a challenge.Â
Serenaâs brow furrows. âI-you canât. Itâs a terrible idea.â
â...Thank you.â Jaheira mutters wryly.Â
âYou donât think me capable?â Shadowheart jabs.Â
âI canât condone putting Shadowheart in danger.â Serena shakes her head, addressing the group with an air of finality. âEven if it is to apprehend a known criminal.âÂ
The entire table laughs at Serena.Â
âDid you hear that? She canât condone it.â Astarion dabs at the tears forming in his eyes, further irking Serena.Â
They think her incapable of protecting Shadowheart? Incapable of protecting the very same group that left her no choice but to step in as the even-keeled leader and voice of reason?Â
Even Gale, bellowing, his shoulders shaking as he covers his mouth. Laeâzel mutters something that sounds a lot like Istik, Astarion has nearly doubled over in his seat, and Jaheira guffaws worse than the lot of them.Â
âHeâs a criminal!â Serena points out in irritation.Â
âAnd up until two tendays prior, she was a Sharran.â Astarion points out, still overtaken with glee.Â
â...Heâs not wrong.â Gale muses aloud.Â
âWhat if she doesnât wish to-â Serena trails off when she sees Shadowheartâs calm expression.Â
Shadowheart gives Serena a hint of a sympathetic glance before schooling her features entirely. Â
Itâs eerie how she can do that.Â
Her eyes are vibrant with emotion one moment, and then wiped clean the next, without any intervention from Shar.Â
â...Iâll be fine, Tav. Thank you.â Shadowheart amends quietly.Â
âMore than fine, Iâd say.â Astarion quips with a cheshire grin in Serenaâs direction. âItâs not exactly her first attempt.âÂ
â...A fine thought, Cub.â Jaheira answers, finally. âBut she will not truly be in danger, not with my Harpers posing as staff and patrons. And not with you all there, ready to help the moment it becomes necessaryâŚif it becomes necessary.âÂ
â-And while sheâs alone with him?â Serena presses, adamant on the subject. Shadowheart is not a tool, not a weapon to merely be deployed at their disposal.Â
She is a living, breathing, marvel of a soul, and Serena cannot fathom any quest, any task at hand, that could ever be worth endangering her so.Â
â...You insult her skillset.â Jaheira narrows her eyes at Serena. â...Unless there is another reason you feel this is ill-advised?âÂ
Jaheiraâs pointed question is too close for comfort.Â
Serena stiffens under the collective gaze of the group; Shadowheart bores holes into her very soul with that piercing gaze of green, studying her every movement intently.Â
But what is she to say?Â
In truth, Serena knows theyâre correct; Shadowheart is every bit as deadly as they come. She does not need a fabled knight in shining armor, nor does she desire one. She is capable, ruthless when necessary, and far too sharp to be deceived easily.Â
Serena is in love with her; a fact that terrifies her inwardly, because Shadowheart has simply become detached, after completing Sharâs gauntlet and sparing Dame Aylin in the process.Â
Itâs been like this every day after their victory at Moonrise; there are brief moments in which they connect. A stolen slice of the day spent quietly tending to each otherâs hair, quiet dinners shared hip to hip in amicable silence.Â
Shadowheart is at war with herself; she struggles without a goddess, questioning her gifts from SelĂťne with a healthy dose of skepticism. Her smiles come rarely, her laughter even more so. Every attempt Serena makes to bridge the sudden chasm between them has been in vain; and she dares not press the matter.Â
Shadowheart deserves a lifetime of healing, and Serena has just recently come to terms with the fact that Shadowheartâs apparent feelings for her might not have been anything more than a matter of proximal convenience.Â
She was simply there, and Shadowheart needed anyone.Â
Thereâs nothing more to it.Â
â...Of course not.â Serena bites down, relaxing her shoulders and trying to sell the cool, unaffected act she desperately hopes sheâs channeling. âI apologize if you felt I was underestimating you, Heart-Shadowheart. That was never my intent.â Serena amends.Â
Shadowheart glances away at first, curiously, but nods in a quiet show of acceptance.
Her brow carries the same furrow Serena has kissed away many a time, but Serena keeps a respectful distance, hands folded awkwardly in her lap.Â
It will be difficult to acclimate to the notion that Shadowheart wants nothing to do with her romantically, anymore- but perhaps this task of Jaheiraâs will set the process in motion.Â
âVery good.â Jaheira nods. âThen itâs settled.âÂ

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The Flophouse seems every bit as busy as it normally does- only today, everyone inside, save for three individuals, belong to Jaheiraâs network of eyes and ears.Â
Harpers blend in as patrons- some carrying rusty swords and patched up scabbards, leaning them against the tables as they stop in for a drink. Others flit in and out of the kitchen as servers, and despite the fact that they play a role, the scents coming from the kitchen are nothing short of tantalizing.Â
The group takes up residence at one of the long dining tables; Gale and Laeâzel to watch one side of the room, Serena and Astarion to observe the other. All in all, a sound disguise; they appear to fit in perfectly with the refugees and travelers passing through Wyrmâs Crossing.Â
Shadowheart awaits her mark at the bar, draped in a simple but beautiful white dress, exposing long, chiseled legs from the thigh-high slit.Â
Serena almost cannot look upon her; she is radiant, so breathtaking that her thoughts become jumbled whenever Shadowheart catches her gaze. It has little to do with the dress, in actuality- Serena feels this way every time an amber gaze meets the soft green pastures of her eyes. But the fact that she looks like a goddess given mortal form certainly doesnât hurt.Â
Itâs more of Shadowheart than Serena has ever seen, save for perhaps a few accidental glimpses at her form while bathing simultaneously.Â
Serena tries to school her expression, sternly giving herself a mental talking-to. Shadowheart is not hers. Shadowheart is not anyoneâs - but she no longer desires Serenaâs attention especially, if her change in demeanor is anything to go by. The few times Shadowheart does catch Serenaâs gaze, she seems to linger, driving Serena mad with confusion.Â
Jaheira sees all from her perch behind the wooden bar, in a frilly little suit that contradicts everything one would come to learn about the High Harper. Posing as the hostess and barmaid, Jaheiraâs eye seems to twitch every time Astarion summons her, requesting yet another chalice of wine.Â
It would be something Serena would normally laugh at, perhaps until tears formed in her eyes- something sheâd snicker about with Shadowheart for days afterwards.Â
But the fact that they are on duty seems to sully Serenaâs spirits, and she watches with pursed lips as she approaches the bar, arms folded.Â
âWeary traveler.â Jaheira greets aloud, and Serena can hear the sigh of resignation in her tone. âWhat can I get you?â She leans in as Serena approaches the others at the bar, nodding her head. âDo not look now- but the one in the fine robes is Caldwell.â She mutters under her breath.Â
Shadowheart and Astarion drink their wine, slowly turning their heads to catch sight of the subjects.Â
â...Well, he hasnât aged badly, for a human.â Astarion notes quietly. âDo you like them grey, Shadowheart?â He glances at her newly changed hair and chuckles, amusing himself. âIt would be rather hypocritical of you not to.âÂ
âOldâŚyoungâŚit matters little.â Shadowheart shrugs coolly. âThe approach doesnât change.â Shadowheart exposes a touch more skin on her shoulder, adjusting the wrapping neck of the dress.Â
âIâd imagine it doesnât.â Serena mumbles, earning a pointed glare from Jaheira and a cross look from Shadowheart.Â
âThe sooner you manage to get him alone, the better.â Jaheira informs Shadowheart, ignoring Serenaâs dumbstruck expression. âThe Klauthgrass will take effect soon after he takes his first sip of wine. Let us be sure you have him to yourself-â She nods towards the two large, armed guards loitering by the entryway. â-before he confesses anything to you.âÂ
âSomething tells me the truth serum wonât be necessary.â Astarion drawls. âYouâre soâŚconvincing as it is.âÂ
Shadowheart snorts a dry laugh in response, though itâs clear her focus is on the task at hand, rather than Astarionâs senseless quips. Â
 âWell, your prince awaits.â Astarion smirks. âReady, Shadowheart?â
Serenaâs lip curls in disdain at Astarionâs choice in words.Â

âAs ever.â Shadowheart sniffs. âHow do I look?â She asks, more a formality than anything else, because she knows sheâs breathtaking.Â
Youâre always the most beautiful sight Iâve ever laid eyes upon, and I donât think that should ever change.Â
 Serena shrugs, heart in her throat. â...Good. Fine. White isâŚfine on you, I suppose.â She glances away and reaches for a chalice of wine, plucking it off the wooden bar top.Â
Shadowheart does not respond with a quip, with a laugh, or even a challenge. Her eyes widen slightly, glassy as they take in Serenaâs response. Her mouth opens and closes without her uttering a sound, and she blinks once or twice.Â
ââŚOh.âÂ
Serena doesnât know why it hurts as much as it does; she wants to tell Shadowheart she has never seen anyone so stunningly beautiful in her pathetic existence of thirty-one years.Â
âNowâŚâ Jaheira scowls at Astarion and Shadowheart. âGo and be patrons. Let Shadowheart work.âÂ
â...Right.â Serena mumbles. âPlease, be safe.â She pleads, and makes herself scarce by returning to the groupâs table, forcing her gaze away from Shadowheart.Â
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â...You know thatâs not water, yes?â Astarion muses aloud as Serena downs her chalice of wine and slaps it atop the wooden table they occupy rather unceremoniously.Â
Serena lets her forehead rest atop the wood as she mumbles a response, trying her best not to glance in the direction of the bar.Â
The bar: where Shadowheart is being courted by a wizard that appears twice her age- though heâs likely only a decade older, at best.Â
Itâs in full effect now; Caldwell has sidled over to the beautiful stranger at the bar, as anticipated, leaving his armed guards behind at a table to pursue her.
He is every bit as showy and gaudy as Gale described him to be, but itâs not his demeanor that makes Serenaâs stomach churn in agony to watch.Â
Itâs Shadowheart.
Serena can only witness the events unfold in quiet horror; lest she wants to dismantle Jaheiraâs grand plan entirely.Â
Shadowheart plays the part like an expert, a seasoned actress who leaves no room for doubt in her performance. She sips delicately at her wine, tosses her plait off her shoulder, laughs softly at what appears to be an attempt at flirtatious banter, and sheâs handsy, to boot.Â
Caldwell looks like he isnât certain if he wants to devour her or simply bask in the presence of her light; a look Serena knows all too well.Â
She hopes sheâs never looked at Shadowheart like that- Gods, the man reminds her of the many potential suitors she had before fleeing to Cormyr.Â
There is admiration in Caldwellâs gaze, yes, but more than that- he leers.Â

It makes Serenaâs fists clench under the table, and the only solution is to drink more wine in an attempt to silence her own vile thoughts.Â
âIs it customary to intoxicate, when one loses their mate to competition?â Laeâzel scoffs. âTruly weak. My people would demand a battle to the death.âÂ
âSheâs not my mate.â Serena grumbles. âAnd that would be preferable, right now.âÂ
â...Youâre right about that.â Astarion lets out a low whistle when Caldwellâs hand grips along Shadowheartâs hip, pulling her closer. âWhat a large staff he has. Surely sheâs noticed by now.â Astarionâs words drip with pleased amusement as he stirs the pot.Â
Serena chokes on the air in her lungs.Â
In all fairness, Caldwell does wield a quarterstaff that nearly scrapes the ceiling in its impressive length, glowing gold. Â
Jaheira works behind the bar, keeping a keen eye on each drink and their respective owners. It canât be long until Caldwell succumbs to the klauthgrass in his wine.Â
âDonât mind Astarionâs ill-natured grumbling.â Gale offers Serena, wearing a sour expression himself. âMinds such as ours are built to withstand such gaudy displays, meant to lure in the vapid.â Gale nods, as if convincing himself of the fact. â...Even if he does wield one of the finest quarterstaves in the land.â He adds bitterly. â...And apparently, has quite the following of young scholars in Waterdeep, many who claim his hands have guided them on the blissful path to enlightenment-âÂ
Serena uses the last of her strength and willpower to glare at Gale, hopefully silencing him for the next few moments. âGale, please.â she adds, for extra emphasis. Â

Itâs bad enough watching Shadowheart practically throw herself at the man, she doesnât need Gale fawning over him in her other ear.Â
â...I do hate to see you like this, Tav.â Astarion tuts.
âMy respect for you grows thin.â Laeâzel adds. Â
âYouâre enjoying this more than you can put into words.â Serena accuses sharply, and then sighs. They arenât worth the trouble; not when theyâre right. Â
â...True, but Iâm always here for those I call friends.â Astarion pats her on the back once, twice, rather awkwardly, and then snaps his fingers. âOh, Barmaid!â He grins at Jaheira. âA fresh round for my good friend here, please! Sheâs come all the way from Cormyr, you know!â Astarion calls, making a show of it for himself, mostly. â...And someone made off with her horse, if youâd believe it.â Astarion riffs now, enjoying the way Serena shrinks lower into her seat.Â
At the mention of Cormyr, Shadowheartâs gaze flickers back, but she does not let it linger upon the group, for fear of giving them away.Â
Jaheira looks as if she wants to murder him, but manages to school her expression long enough to bring a new carafe of wine to the table. She sets it down in front of Astarion with a clunk.Â
âKeep your wits about you.â Jaheira announces rather sternly. âToo much indulgence often makes one ill.âÂ
The veiled threat is clear as day, but Astarion shrugs and pours Serena another chalice. âToo right!â He calls after her retreating form, indulging entirely in the advantage of their roles as patrons.Â
Serena finds herself gazing intently at Shadowheart, listening into her conversation as best she can from afar.Â
â-common rabble weâre forced to travel alongside, these days.â Caldwell mumbles with a judgmental chuckle, swaying slightly from the wine, leaning into Shadowheartâs space.Â
Shadowheart feigns a laugh- Serena can tell itâs feigned- she knows all of Shadowheartâs laughs. Nothing makes her smile wider than Shadowheartâs boisterous, gleeful laugh when she finds something truly funny.Â
Serena wonders if she might ever hear the sound again, now.Â
âYouâre certainly different from the usual patrons.â Shadowheart drawls in a teasing whisper; Serena can barely hear the words, but she reads Shadowheartâs lips.Â
âI can imagine. Do they bother you often?â Caldwell puffs his chest, gaze raking over the entirety of the room with disdain.Â
âYou wouldnât believe it.â Shadowheart scoffs, louder this time. âEvery bright-eyed and eager knight that comes along.âÂ
Caldwell chuckles, believing this to be his moment to strike. âNot very fond of the chivalric type, my dear?âÂ
Shadowheartâs eyes flash dangerously, a mischievous grin tugging on her lips as she leans closer, squeezing Caldwellâs arm as she does so. âHardly- with their oaths and their promises. Iâm certain you know the type- overly kind, more concerned with morals than resultsâŚâ she trails off, batting her eyelashes. â...Nice becomes boring rather quickly, Iâve learned.âÂ
âWas she describing you on purpose?â Galeâs whispered question earns a quick glare and hushing for the interruption.Â
âShh!â Serena canât take her eyes off the conversation, despite how it tears her inside to hear the truth. Even if itâs merely an act- which Serena is beginning to doubt- Serena cannot deny how well Shadowheart sells it.Â
Serena begins to wonder if Shadowheart ever held her in regard, after all.Â
âHow dreadful. A sorry lot, most who pass through hereâŚâ Caldwell agrees, but his eyes have found their way to Shadowheartâs lips, the dip of her chest, the exposed thigh-high slit in her dress. âBut youâll find nothing nice about me.â He promises, eyes fixed on Shadowheartâs gaze.Â
âIs that so?â Shadowheart breathes, and tilts her head slightly.Â
Serena watches the way Shadowheart angles herself, and knows instinctively whatâs going to happen next, because she used to be on the receiving end of this, at one point.Â
Caldwell kisses her, then- against the bar, in front of all the patrons, and Serena feels as if sheâs been stabbed right through her beating heart.Â
Repeatedly.
She finds that she cannot look- suddenly, the very pattern on the wooden floor seems to be fascinating to her, and she swallows back the bile that rises in her throat.Â
Those should be her hands, she should be kissing Shadowheart, she should be the one Shadowheart looks at like that, she should-Â
Itâs agonizing- not because Shadowheart chose someone else over her, even, but because she couldnât even be bothered to speak the truth etched into her heart, her mind, her very soul: She is in love with Shadowheart.Â
Eleasis, Eleint, Marpenoth, Uktar- not yet one hundred twenty days, and yet, enough time for Serena to realize she will never cross paths with someone as captivating, as remarkable, as inspiring. In less than four moons, the vines of Serenaâs heart have twined themselves around Shaowheartâs presence, her very being.Â
And she never told Shadowheart; she was near inconsolable after the loss of Sharâs presence in her mind. How selfish it would be, to demand Shadowheartâs attention to something so trivial in such a time of uncertainty for her.Â
Apparently, it might have been the correct decision, too, if Shadowheartâs impassioned speech to Caldwell is any indication; let alone the way he grabs her.Â
âWell, no one mentioned she would be that good at playing the role.â Astarion looks genuinely impressed, keeping his voice in a low whisper.Â
âIt is not too late to demand a blood feud.â Laeâzel advises Serena with a little nudge under the table.Â
By the time Shadowheart and Caldwell part, Serena sees that heâs fully under her spell- logic replaced by pure physical need. Had he not a long list of despicable crimes, perhaps Serena might even empathize with the man.Â
The truth of the matter is that she wishes to tear him apart limb from limb.Â
âI must have you.â Caldwell utters, forehead pressed against Shadowheartâs.Â
âApologies.â Shadowheart sniffs, slowly retracting from his grasp. âBut I donât make a habit of fraternizing in an establishment soâŚ.â Shadowheartâs upper lip curls in distaste.Â
âNeither do I, assuredly!â Caldwell rushes to explain. âPerhaps this will sway your stance, however, the entirety of the upstairs portion is mine.â He lowers his voice, glancing left and right. âThe spells I could show youâŚâ he drawls.Â
Shadowheart plays the part incredibly well; she pretends to weigh the scenario, and then sighs in disappointment. âYour companions will want to retire for the evening soon, surely?âÂ
Caldwell immediately glances at his guards from across the room, snapping to get their attention. âWe are not to be disturbed, under any circumstances.â He barks, grabbing hold of Shadowheartâs hand.Â
When one of his guards opens his mouth to protest, he seems to double down with his threat. âEven if you hear something, which you most certainly will, do not disturb me unless I summon you.âÂ
Serena snaps the handle of the carafe, sending shards of glass across the table.Â
âIstik.â Laeâzel mutters, dodging a stray piece of glass as it sails past her head.Â
âOh dear.â Gale frets, sweeping several shards from under his sleeve.Â
âMy ladyâŚâ Caldwell drawls, drawing Shadowheart closer once more, as they ascend up the stairs around the corner, leaving the din of the tavern level behind.Â
Serena can only watch, heart pounding, never feeling more pathetic in her life than she does at this very moment.Â
How many can say theyâve had Shadowheart and lost her?Â
In all honesty, right now, Serena isnât certain sheâd be able to even stomach the answer to such an inquiry.Â
â...Well that went well!â Astarion whispers as he claps his hands together, watching as Serena winces and retracts a shard of glass from her now bloody palm, shaking her head in a mixture of disgust and self-loathing.

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Jaheira makes them wait for some time before theyâre allowed to slip around the rear of the building and pursue Shadowheart, as planned.Â
Caldwellâs guards remain fixed in place at the table they occupy, happily indulging in the free rounds Jaheira so conveniently offers them. The other patrons seem to sell the act well enough, and the noise from the tavern is almost enough to cover up several loud thumps from the upper floor.Â
Caldwellâs guards do look up occasionally, and then laugh and smirk about the entire ordeal, doing little to ease Serenaâs rising ire.Â
One by one, they slip away from the table they occupy- Serena first, of course, not willing to spare even a second of delay in reaching Shadowheart.Â
Serenaâs heart pounds as she approaches the upper floor, her companions in tow. She isnât certain just what sheâs expecting to find when she turns the corner to the sleeping quarters, but she finds herself grinning momentarily at the sight.Â
Shadowheart looks almost feline-like in her grace as she leans over the crumpled, unconscious body of Caldwell, somewhat amused by the way his head lolls slightly. Her dress is slightly disheveled, but other than that, she bears no other sign of a struggle.Â
Serena cannot help but feel a sense of pride surging through her at the mere sight of Shadowheart, so majestically perched above her prey, never once in danger.Â

Shadowheartâs eyes twinkle as they meet Serenaâs gaze.Â
âTook you all long enough.â Shadowheart huffs as she regards the groupâs wide-eyed stares.Â
â...Told you it wasnât her first.â Astarion quips.Â
For a moment, Shadowheart has that look of pride in her own gaze, but she seems to swallow it back down at his words.Â
âThe noises?â Gale inquires, glancing around the room. âWe worried you were caught in a physical altercation, Shadowheart. ThoughâŚit appears youâve since handled the matter.âÂ
â...Of sorts.â Shadowheart offers curtly. â...This.â Shadowheart holds up Caldwellâs hand, and a golden ring with an embedded silver stone glints even under the dim light of the room. âIs what opens the chest.â
âYou beat the answers from him?â Laeâzel folds her arms and nods in approval.Â
âHe told me.â Shadowheart corrects. âThe klauthgrass took effect soon enough. I needed only to ask. And then I incapacitated him to prevent him from catching on. If we make haste, he might never realize what weâve taken.âÂ
The way she delivers the words is almost chilling, Serena notes mentally.Â
Jaheira is the last to approach, slowing as she lays eyes on Shadowheart and Caldwellâs slouched form on the floor. âExcellent, Shadowheart.â She praises. âGale, your spell can modify his memory, yes?âÂ
At the mention of memories, and the notion of stripping them, Shadowheart appears to stiffen, standing up as she dusts her dress off.Â
â...Yes, but only ten minutesâ worth.â Gale winces. âI canât strip the entire evening from his mind without potentially catastrophic side effects.âÂ
âThat will be all that is necessary.â Jaheira nods. âClear his mind of the struggle with Shadowheart. He will merely think he is intoxicated and fell asleep afterwards. Shadowheart, be sure there is not a single scratch upon him. He or his guards may notice, foolish as they are.âÂ

âRight.â Shadowheart nods, eyeing the body on the floor with mild disdain.Â
âThe rest of you- to work. Find the chest. Laeâzel- you keep watch outside the room.âÂ
âThere are no doors.â Laeâzel points out dryly. âIt is one large room.âÂ
âAll the more reason to keep watch.â Jaheira retorts, shaking her head. âGale, assist Astarion in opening the chest.â Jaheira turns to Serena and Shadowheart, awkwardly standing hip to hip. âYou two- ensure he does not wake. The entire plan fails if he realizes whatâs being done to him. I will keep his guards busy. When you find the ledger, take it and quietly return to me in the tavern. If you do not give anyone reason, they will not suspect you. Understood?âÂ
The soft chorus of âyes, Jaheiraâ almost reminds her of her family; only these children sheâs gained recently are far more troublesome than her own.Â
âŚAnd she owes them all more than a few rounds after this.Â
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âNot this oneâŚnot this oneâŚwhy are there so many bloody chests in this room?â Astarion grimaces. âShouldnât it look magical?âÂ
âNot necessarily.â Gale rubs his chin in thought. âIt likely resembles any other piece of furniture. The more unremarkable, the better, Iâd say.â
âItâs the glowing, diamond-encrusted chest in the corner.â Shadowheart rolls her eyes as she folds her arms.Â
Theyâd all be dead, if they were back in the cloister under Viconiaâs watch.Â
â...Ah.â Gale nods, eyes widening. âShadowheart appears to be correct. The ring, please.â
As Gale begins to crowd the chest, with Astarion knelt at the foot of it, Shadowheart breaks the silence thatâs settled rather heavily between her and Serena. Standing shoulder to shoulder as they watch over Caldwellâs unmoving form, Shadowheart notices the cut on Serenaâs hand.Â

â...Tav, youâre bleedingâŚGods, what happened to you?â Shadowheart inquires with a furrowed brow and an otherwise unreadable expression.Â
Serena blinks in surprise, glancing at the slice in the palm of her sword hand, and turns beet red, immediately looking away. âOh. Odd. IâŚhavenât a clue.â She lies pathetically.Â
Better than telling her she snapped a wine carafe at the sight of her holding hands with someone else; Serena realizes how unhinged it sounds as she recites the fact to herself mentally.Â
Shadowheart scowls this time. âWhatâs gotten into you today?â She hisses.
Serena looks affronted, hands finding her hips. âMe?â She challenges. âNothing at all, why do you ask?âÂ
âYouâve beenâŚGods, youâve been nothing like yourself.âÂ
âWell, I wouldnât want to bore you!â Serena retorts in a sharp hissed, hushed promptly by Laeâzel after the fact.Â
âYou what?â Shadowheart sputters, so utterly lost and infuriated by Serenaâs demeanor all at once. âWhat the hells are you on about-âÂ
âShh!âÂ
Serena hears a faint groan from her boots.Â
Glancing down, Serena watches as Caldwellâs head lolls to the side again, his body beginning to stir.Â
Serena exchanges a wide-eyed look with Shadowheart. âHeâs waking.â Serena hisses, crouching in front of Caldwell in a panic.Â
âNot done yet.â Astarion drawls, without ever turning away from the chest. âDo something.âÂ
âMmmm.â The sound is unmistakable, even in the heat of their heist. Not to mention Caldwellâs dreamy, idiotic smile as he turns over, eyes still closed. âThat feelsâŚâ he mumbles the words, slurring to the point where his words are nearly unintelligible, but not quite.Â
Serena wishes she didnât understand him.Â
âIs thatâŚâ Astarion trails off, turning away from the chest this time at the lewd moan that fills the air. Galeâs eyes widen, and Laeâzel turns from her post rather uncharacteristically, glaring at the disturbance.Â
âDoes he think youâre stillâŚâ Astarion grins now, cheshire and predatory and absolutely relishing in the hilarity of something so absurd. âMy, Shadowheart, but you must have done a number on him to haunt his dreams.âÂ
Shadowheartâs cheeks turn red and she glares at Astarion.Â
Caldwell stirs again, and Serena exchanges a look of panic with Shadowheart. He blinks his eyes open hazily, and the first thing he sees is Shadowheartâs face; he is too far lost in his stupor to recognize the panic in her eyes.Â
âYou areâŚenchantingâŚyou nearly put me to sleepâŚâ He mumbles as he reaches for her blearily, and-Â
-His head falls back to the floor with a violent thunk as Serena retracts her fist, wearing a look of split rage and disgust.Â
Shadowheart gapes at her. âDid you just-âÂ
â-Yes.â Serenaâs tone is clipped, and Shadowheart lifts a brow at her curiously, as if seeing her in a new light. âOpen the bloody chest, Gale.â She snaps, and it appears any semblance of patience has well and truly left her body.Â
â...Right.â Gale clears his throat, and turns his attention back to the chest, while Astarion snickers himself into tears.Â
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They file downstairs one by one, flitting in through the rear entrance of the building and slowly blending back in with the crowd of patrons.Â
Gale comes first, ledger under his robe, followed by Astarion, lamenting the fact that he could have pawned Caldwellâs ring for several gold pieces, at the very least.Â
Laeâzel huffs and puffs her discontent and boredom at the lack of blood being spilt, but she quietly returns to the table without an argument.Â
Serena appears next, exhausted, clutching her right fist, wordlessly joining the table with nothing but a scowl.Â
Galeâs tampering with Caldwellâs memory is in full effect; as far as he knows, he is merely waking after a romp with a beautiful half-elf stranger, none the wiser about whatâs been stolen from right under his nose. The first thing he sees upon waking is Shadowheart, adjusting the haphazard strap on her dress as she gives him a charming smile before slowly slipping out of his room (Laeâzel was right- it really is one floor), Caldwell in tow.Â
Jaheiraâs years of experience prevent her from grinning as much as she would like to for such a clean, successful operation- so she reels it in, knowing she must thank her team profusely, back at camp.Â
The Harpers sorely needed this win, and in an ever-corrupt world, Jaheira is happy she can deliver this to them; A High Harperâs shoulders are constantly weighed down by expectation, by responsibility.Â
Shadowheart appears around the corner first, Caldwell in tow, so obviously enamored with her (or, perhaps, his idea of her).Â
Shadowheart approaches the table, standing near it, and Serena finds she cannot look away, despite how much she wishes she would.Â
âSo hasty to leaveâŚâ Caldwell speaks, and though Shadowheart has meticulously healed any evidence of any physical damage heâs taken, his words still come a little slowly from Galeâs tampering in his mind.Â
âA perfect end to a perfect evening, my lord.â Shadowheart purrs, and Serena has to hand it to her- anyone would fall for her.Â
Serena tries not to blame herself as much as she does; itâs not her fault she fell head over heels for Shadowheart. It is her fault for deluding herself into thinking Shadowheart harbored the same feelings for her. She rises from her seat, white-knuckled grip on the edge of the chair unnoticed, for now.Â
âWhy should it be the end?â Caldwell presses, and though he keeps his voice in a low whisper, Serena is close enough to hear his words. âCome with me to the city, and whatever you desire will be yours.â His words drip with promises of a life of comfort, ease- built on the backs of the destitute refugees just outside the door.Â
âCharming, but I should think not.â Shadowheart sniffs. âI have business to attend to. My travels will take me elsewhere.âÂ
âAnd who will tend to you?â His words drip with lust, as his gaze does. His stare is not reverent, not holy. He does not look upon Shadowheart like she is a goddess given mortal form, nor does he appreciate the slight furrow of her brow, or the way her eyes light up when she sees a passing animal, or a good book to add to her collection.Â
Serena knows this is all an act; nothing more than ruse from either of them. Shadowheartâs seduction is a means to an end, yes, but so is his.
Sheâs just another object to be collected, an accolade to wear on his arm, not unlike the gaudy outsized quarterstaff he wields, only to strike jealousy in the hearts of others.Â
âA delicate flower such as yourselfâŚâ Caldwell smirks, and Serena feels white hot rage burn in the pit of her stomach, swelling into an inferno in her chest. âEven if I have tasted a petal or two-âÂ
Serena doesnât realize what sheâs doing, in all fairness. Her body moves of its own accord. Shadowheart does eye her curiously as she approaches, without a single falter in her step. She balls her right fist- the very same bearing a cut on the palm and a bruise on the knuckles.Â
She drives her fist viciously into Caldwellâs jaw from underneath, the uppercut sending him a few inches off the floor with a sickening crack. His body crumples by her boots, and the entire tavern falls silent.Â

The so called patrons stop their contrived conversations, Jaheira glances up from the bar counter in horror, and Caldwellâs guards remain stunned for a moment, inebriated and slow to react.Â
âWe were nearly done!â Jaheira all but wails, throwing her hands up in exasperation. âYou could not wait a moment more?!âÂ
Serenaâs shoulders heave as she slowly refocuses on the faces of her companions. Astarion looks positively thrilled. Gale appears to be in shock- as does Shadowheart- they both wear stupefied expressions, Shadowheart covering her mouth in shock at the sudden outburst. Laeâzel nods her support immediately, mouthing the words âblood feudâ with a heavy look of approval.Â

Caldwellâs guards scramble out of their seats in an attempt to subdue Serena; Jaheira waves her hands and suddenly, every patron in the building is armed, cornering the guards.Â
â...Arrest them. All of them. Take them to the city.â Jaheira sighs, rubbing her temples as her Harpers move on her command. âAnd you.â She turns around to Serena, still reeling from her own violent misstep, blinking owlishly and staring at her own hands. âDo not move. I would have words with you.âÂ
Serena tries to remember the last time she felt like a child scorned; sheâs reduced to a shamed little girl again, before ever becoming a knight, before ever learning discipline. She nods once, curtly, and turns away from her companions, unable to face them.Â
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âSit.â Jaheira demands as she kicks out a chair for Serena to sit upon.Â

The Flophouse sits empty now, save for a few Harpers moving in and out to do damage control and prepare a case to present to the council.Â
The others have all returned to camp; for the better, Serena wagers, because sheâd make foul company right about now, as if she hasnât all day.Â
Jaheira sighs as she leans against the table Serena sits at, shaking her head as her pacing comes to a stop.Â
Serena awaits her first words of derision with a funny feeling of shame rotting deep in her chest. She isnât accustomed to such a reprimanding; since moving to Cormyr, sheâs always tried to do the correct thing, in any given scenario.Â
Gone are the days of her mischievous youth, when sheâd sneak out to the docks and try to board one of her familyâs ships in a misguided search of adventure.Â
So why does she feel so similarly guilty now?Â
â...Do you ever wonder why some trees fall, and others stay standing?â Jaheira finally breathes.Â
Serena wagers sheâs in for a Druidâs speech anyhow, so she simply shakes her head and accepts her fate. âI have an inkling youâre going to tell me.âÂ
âAh, still have some of your wits about you, then.â Jaheira rolls her eyes, but smiles wryly for a moment before continuing. âIt might surprise you- but some of the mightiest trees are the ones that succumb to nature first.âÂ
âAm I the tree in this analogy?âÂ
âYes.â Jaheira frowns. âHeed my words, Cub. Even the strongest tree can be hollowed out from within if left to rot. You must confront whatâs eating away at you, before it makes a home in you.âÂ
â...What if it has already?â Serena whispers, and Jaheira laughs, shaking her head.
 âYou are not rotten, Cub. But you are afraid.âÂ
Serena looks as if she wants to protest, and Jaheira motions to her knuckles, bruised and resting on the table, fist clenched.Â
âWhy else would you choose to endanger yourself, your companions, hm? You fear losing Shadowheart- so much so that you refuse to have her.â Jaheira accuses calmly, rationally.Â
Serena glances around, just in case. Sheâs had enough embarrassing public revelations for one day.Â
âIâŚdonât own Shadowheart.â Serena huffs angrily. âNo one does! And that vile man made her feelâŚâ Serena trails off. âNo one should address her in such a manner. Even if itâs all a ruse. Sheâs endured more than enough cruelty for one lifetime-âÂ
âAnd yet you refuse to tell her your very heart beats for her.â Jaheira points out. âInstead you chose to withdraw. Tell me, Cub, did you feel better? Was it easier to watch her in the arms of another, even if only for show?âÂ
âI loathed every second of it.â Serena answers bitterly. âIâŚI donât know how to be around her and not be in love with her.â Serena whispers shakily, and Jaheira pats her hand softly, in a moment of sheer sympathy for the poor girl. âBut if she doesnât wantâŚI just want her to be happy, Jaheira. With or without me.âÂ
Jaheira barks out a laugh, shaking her head as she draws glances from several of her Harpers. âEven you do not believe such empty words. Your very bruises beg to differ. You let a known criminal go-â
âWe arrested him-âÂ
â-And surely, with the connections he has, he will be released by tomorrow.â Jaheira shakes her head, waving it off. âA problem for another timeâŚBut an interesting development- I chose you because you are mostly rational.âÂ
âIâm sorry.â Serena whispers, shaking her head. âI know it was unacceptable. Something within meâŚIâŚjustâŚI snapped, and-âÂ
âFear leads us to commit acts we did not think ourselves capable of.â Jaheira begins softly. âBut it also stops us from speaking the truth of our hearts, and that is how the rot begins to fester within.âÂ
âIâŚIâm afraid, Jaheira, what if she doesnât wish to-âÂ
â-I know what love looks like.â Jaheira cuts her off with a fond whisper. âYour tree is not yet hollow, Cub. Do not allow it to fall so easily.âÂ
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Itâs understandably difficult for Shadowheart to pray to her new goddess at all, let alone with the constant clanking of swords, not six meters away from where she kneels.Â
As the sun begins to set over camp, itâs still bustling with life and activity- and, granted, a lot of gossip-laden chatter about Serenaâs egregious mishap.Â
Gale and Astarion regale Karlach and Wyll with tales of the day; they leave no detail out, and Karlach hoots and hollers loud enough to carry across camp.Â
Normally, itâs enough to make Shadowheart smile, but today, sheâs simply exhausted.
Nothing has been easy in her life, but itâs been especially true since exiting the Shadowfell.Â
Shadowheart is lost.Â
Tossed about in a sea of emotions; thereâs anguish, guilt, confusion, anger- everything boiling under the surface, reaching a fever point and taking over her every thought.Â
She is without a proper deity- her relationship to SelĂťne is a new and timid one, at best. Her powers are still intact, thanks to her new lady, but Shadowheart hesitates in using them to their fullest extent, just yet.Â
In a matter of tendays, everything about her life has changed. Every pillar upon which sheâd built a foundation for herself has crumbled, reduced to ash and dust.Â
Shadowheart has nothing, now- no home, no family, no light.Â
The only person standing between Shadowheart and certain death is Serena TavyndĂr, and Shadowheart is terrified of losing her- though she already may have started to.Â
Serena has slowly but surely become everything to Shadowheart over the course of the last few moons- from their contentious beginnings to their moonlit trysts. Shadowheart hasnât always been fair, or even kind to her- not at the start, anyway.Â
But Serenaâs persistence, her heart, Gods, her heartâŚthe way sheâd always bring by spare food to Shadowheartâs tent, gifting her books, night orchids, and extra helpings of food, when the rations were goodâŚ
Serena, who touches Shadowheart as if sheâs made of porcelain, who knows just how to do her plait the way she likes it, who always defends Shadowheart in the occasional group argument.Â
Shadowheart knows she plays coy, at times- itâs part of her facade, of course. Leverage and power comes from being the desired party, and not the pursuer, Shadowheart knows as much from her time under Viconia.Â
But Serenaâs persistence shatters even that measure in Shadowheartâs defenses, and she knows without an inkling of a doubt that she is the latter, now.
She wants Serena in more than just moonlight-soaked trysts and secret stolen kisses. She wants Serena in the daylight; she wishes to hold her hand and stroll the markets in Wyrmâs Crossing, and just for once- to feel normal.
To feel beloved.
Shadowheart is terrified.
This was all before the loss of her goddess, and though Serena is fully in favor of Shadowheart abandoning Shar and her ways, it is Shadowheart, who carries the doubt now.
Who could ever want someone unfinished as she is? Someone who does not know their own name, who cannot speak to her own past?Â
Serena has eased off since the gauntlet, and it only confirms Shadowheartâs deepest fears to be true; she has little interest in pursuing a relationship with someone so broken.
Shadowheart cannot blame her; Serena has worked painstakingly to accomplish everything she has. She is Shadowheartâs polar opposite; she has dedicated her life to defending the defenseless, to noble causes, while Shadowheart served Shar.Â
She should not want her, and yet, she consumed every thought that crosses Shadowheartâs mind. It should be enough to have a friend so dear, after all sheâs endured, but Shadowheart cannot help the way her heart quivers and stutters when she looks upon her.Â
Itâs no different, even now, after her failure of catastrophic proportions, according to Astarion telling the story across camp.Â
Shadowheart cannot take her eyes from Serenaâs form as she spars viciously with Laeâzel across camp.Â
Sparring, perhaps, is not the proper term to use; Serena hardly defends herself from Laeâzelâs blows.Â
Her footwork is laughable compared to the finesse and grace with which she usually moves, and her grip on her dulled sword is clumsy.
She is nothing like herself today, Shadowheart continues to note, even as she admires the way her leather grips muscled arms.Â

Shadowheart still feels the sting of rejection, the way Serena dismissed her so easily in the Flophouse, when sheâd been fantasizing about how Serena would react to the dress all the while, when donning it.Â
Yes, theyâd practically ceased their sweet back and forth since exiting the Shadowfell, but Shadowheart had hoped against hope that Serena might find her way back to her.Â
How wrong she wasâŚ
Shadowheart watches as Laeâzel mercilessly dominates Serena- swing after swing, Serena stumbling to keep up, until sheâs struck with a decisive blow to the back, crippling her.Â
Serenaâs sword clanks to the floor as she writhes in pain as her body endures another bout of self-inflicted torture.Â
Shadowheart watches, heart in her stomach, eyes wide as Serena falls to her knees. Laeâzel shakes her head and mutters something about focus, retiring to her tent after ensuring Serena has the strength to stand.Â

Shadowheart makes eye contact with Serena for merely a second; something crackles between them, even now.Â
Serena quickly drops her head and limps away, her face bloodied, her body exhausted and filthy from their makeshift battle. Shadowheart recognizes the signs of self-flagellation anywhere. She tries to call out to Serena, but the name dies on her tongue as she watches her retreat out of sight, likely to bathe, and wallow some more
It is entirely unlike Serena, just as everything else has been today, and Shadowheart feels a sense of determination settling into her bones.Â
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The moon bathes the docks by their campgrounds in a beautiful silvery glow, illuminating several ships and their sails, reaching high to kiss the few clouds in the sky.Â
Nightfall brings with it a sense of peace; for once, the camp is mostly quiet on this end, with most gathering around the fire for supper and perhaps a spot of wine.Â
Shadowheart has been beckoned many times over to tell her recounting of the dayâs events- theyâve already spent the day laughing uproariously.Â
Shadowheart cannot bring herself to join them; not when her person is not seated around the fire, inviting her to join.Â
Shadowheart finds Serena sitting atop the steps descending to the docks, her outline lit up against the dark blue expanse before her. The way she sits belies her calm expression; she is tense, knees curled up to her chest, chin resting on her knees.Â
Her expression is one of deep sorrow and reflection; she almost does not hear Shadowheart approaching, lost in her thoughts as she is, but her training seems to take over.Â
She turns around and gasps softly when she takes in the sight of Shadowheart approaching.Â

Shadowheart wears her new camp outfit; she feels the chill of the evening breeze against her exposed arms, but presses on, regardless. She feels different, doing away with all of her Sharran garb.Â
It is a time of metamorphosis for Shadowheart, perhaps for them both. Shadowheart realizes, perhaps foolishly late, that every step bringing them closer to the heart of the city is likely to put fear in Serenaâs heart, too.
 It is the home of her abuse, after all, and all the memories of it, of course.Â
âHeart.â Serena croaks the word, and clears her throat. âShadowheart.â She amends softly, and Shadowheart frowns at the correction.Â
âI prefer the former.â Shadowheart whispers, and Serena looks up in surprise, an amber gaze reflecting a glint of what appears to be hope, for the first time that day. âMay I join you?â She asks, just to be sure. Serena has never invaded her space or time in isolation without asking, first.Â

âIâŚYou still want to?â Serena sputters. âAfter today?âÂ
âWell, yes, you didnât knock me outâŚâ Shadowheart laughs curiously. âThough you looked as if you wanted to, several times.âÂ
Serenaâs brows furrow adorably and she scowls. âI would never-â
âJesting.â Shadowheart pokes her side playfully, and Serena finally relaxes. âIâm only jesting.âÂ
âI ruined the plan.â Serena whispers, gaze downcast once more.Â
âQuite spectacularly.â Shadowheart agrees with a nod.Â
âIâŚbehaved irresponsibly, today.âÂ
âInfuriatingly so.â Shadowheart sniffs in agreement.Â
âMy treeâŚis hollowing.â Serena murmurs.Â
â...What?â Shadowheart is lost, now.Â
âAnd, in truthâŚGods, thereâs no easy way to tell you thisâŚâ Serena sighs.Â
Shadowheart steels her heart for whatâs coming next. She can hear Serena uttering the words, and she clenches her fists against her lap.Â
I donât feel the same way about you anymore.Â
You still have parts of Shar within you.Â
â...I wasâŚI amâŚso deeply jealous.â Serena whispers shamefully.Â
Shadowheart looks as if sheâs been slapped. âYou what?â she sputters without any of the grace she intends to impart into the question.Â
Serena buries her face in her hands over her knees, shaking her head. âI know you arenât mine and I would neverâŚIâŚHe wasâŚâÂ
âJealous of him?â Shadowheart utters, blinking in confusion as her mind fuses the truth of Serenaâs words with the dayâs events.Â
âWell I certainly didnât envy you.â Serena mutters sympathetically. âThat foul, vile man, and youâŚyou had toâŚâÂ
âIs that why youâve been awful all day?â Shadowheart demands, and sheâs laughing as she says it. In fact, sheâs grinning. She canât help it. This is perhaps the greatest news sheâs received in tendays.Â
âYou arenât upset?â Serena gasps.Â
âUpset that youâve been acting a jealous fool all the while? ...Iâm flattered, if anything.â Shadowheart admits, and the relief is palpable in her tone. She thought sheâd nearly lost this.Â
âIâm sorry.â Serena pleads. âI thoughtâŚif I could keep you at armâs length, that it mightâŚGods, please, this is mortifying. I just want to apologize. Profusely.âÂ
âI canât believe this.â Shadowheart whispers, shaking her head in disbelief.Â
âIâve never felt this wayâŚIâŚI didnât know how to control it. I only saw him, and you, and the first thing I could think to doâŚâÂ
âAll this time, I thought youâŚwere judging meâŚI thought you didnât like these parts of me-âÂ
âJudging you? For putting your training to use helping the Harpers catch a known criminal?â Serena sputters. âIâm so sorry, Heart, but I would never-â
Shadowheart grins.Â
There she is. There is the Serena she is so hopelessly enamored with.Â
âAnd..there is no part of you Iâm not in lo- that I donât like.â Serena amends, blushing furiously.Â
In love with.Â
Shadowheart hears the slip before Serenaâs amendment, and her heart flutters like a butterflyâs wings, beating rapidly against her ribs.Â
Shadowheart feels a million times lighter; in fact, her heart sings within her chest at Serenaâs confession. She is wanted. She is beloved.Â
And then, another realization occurs to Shadowheart.Â
âWhy didnât you say anything, you idiot?â Shadowheart scowls, slapping Serena softly on the arm. âIâŚhad hoped that you might say somethingâŚthe dressâŚâÂ
âGods, it was impossible not to gawk at you.â Serena confesses, the truth flooding out from her lips, now. She bites her lip, shaking her head and blinks away the tantalizing memory in order to better form words.Â
âSo you did like itâŚâ Shadowheart bats her eyelashes, every fiber of her being charged with excitement.Â
âAt risk of sounding like himâŚI donât think Iâve ever managed to draw breath correctly in your presence, but that certainly didnât help.â Serena laughs softly, and the sound makes Shadowheart smile.Â
âNo one has ever looked at me like you do.â Shadowheart rests her hands atop Serenaâs bruised knuckles, shaking her head. âDonât ever make that comparison again, understood?â She demands, and Serena nods slowly, meeting her gaze.Â
âSoâŚâ Shadowheart drawls loftily, wearing an impish grin. âYou were jealous?âÂ
âWeâve been over this, Heart.â Serena groans, but grins behind her hands, because Shadowheart is happy, and itâs palpable from her tone alone.Â
âYou know itâs merely a task to be accomplished?â Shadowheart whispers. âThat I didnâtâŚI donât feelâŚâÂ
âI know.â Serena answers softly. âButâŚwhat you said, earlier, aboutâŚbeing boredâŚâÂ
âSerena.â Shadowheart laughs in soft disbelief, but thereâs an air of desperation in her words. âMy entire life has changed around me. I have no home, no goddess, no family-âÂ
âYou have me. Whatever thatâs worth.â Serena nudges her softly, and Shadowheart pauses, tears in her eyes.Â
â...Yes.â Shadowheart answers in a whisper. âAnd it means everything to me. You mean everything to me. You have been the one constant in my life. Without you, IâmâŚâ Shadowheartâs lip wobbles.Â
âWithout me youâre still everything. Youâre brilliant, Heart. AndâŚyou know Iâll always be here for you?â Serena promises softly. âI..donât want you to feel obligated to-âÂ
âShut up.â Shadowheart whispers against her lips. âGods, the only obligation I feel is to tell you how much of a fool you are.â Shadowheart tucks a stray hair behind Serenaâs ear, studying the bruising on her face. âA beautiful fool.â She adds fondly, taking Serenaâs long, sweeping eyelashes, and full lips. âWhy did you allow Laeâzel to do this?â She asks, reaching for Serenaâs cheek.Â

She cups Serenaâs face as if sheâs the one made of porcelain this time. Her eyes nearly water with tears at the anguish she feels whenever Serena is hurt.Â
âIt feltâŚIâm not certain, butâŚCathartic?â she tries.Â
âDoesnât this feel better?â Shadowheart whispers, kissing the corner of Serenaâs mouth.Â
âYes.â Serena hisses, melting in Shadowheartâs grip.Â
This is all sheâs wanted for moons, now. Shadowheartâs scent is intoxicating, her touch is feather light, and she looks like SelĂťne herself with the way her hair glows in the silvery moonlight.Â
She is by far the most exquisite soul, both inside and out, that Serena has ever crossed paths with. A simple touch from her is enough to leave Serena reeling with a feeling of light in her chest.Â
âThen thatâs what you should do, next time.â Shadowheart advises, standing up slowly. She reaches for Serena, helping her to her feet, and instantly draws her closer.Â
With Serena, nothing feels terrifying. Shadowheart finds herself eager to utilize SelĂťneâs power to heal her; she wishes to see the bruises melt away, and the cut on her palm recede into nothing once more.Â
Shadowheart lays a palm against Serenaâs cheek, and Serena closes her eyes, pressing further into it.Â
They are simply two soulmates, two lovers whose lives are forever twined. It is both impossible and ridiculous to expect themselves to resist such an intense pull to one another.Â
Serenaâs heart beats for Shadowheart, and hers for Serena.Â
Shadowheart whispers healing words, the spell illuminating them both in blue as the magic tendrils wrap around Serena, slowly fading away any signs of her injuries.Â

It is Serenaâs heart, aching and tender, that heals the most under Shadowheartâs loving hand. She feels safe, secure, wanted and cherished, just as Shadowheart feels with her. Serena feels the weight of the day floating away with each touch, every laugh and smile of Shadowheartâs.Â
âBetter?â Shadowheart whispers dotingly.Â
âYes, thank you.â Serena whispers, turning her head to kiss Shadowheartâs palm.Â
âAlways, for you.â Shadowheart promises softly, sighing at the press of her soft lips.Â
âIâŚI wanted to say this to you under different circumstances.â Serena begins softly. âButâŚIâŚHeart, I want you, I wantâŚâ she stumbles over her own words. âYou meanâŚeverything to me, and I canâtâŚâ Serena shakes her head.Â
Shadowheart knows exactly what she wants to say; but she gives Serena grace, in this moment.Â
Serena is a romantic; sheâll want to plan the moment, to ensure everything is perfect, to give Shadowheart the first of many good memories, with her new clean slate.Â
She is not one for rushed, mumbled confessions of love, despite how her eyes scream the sentiment to Shadowheart.Â
âMe too.â Shadowheart answers the statement Serena never has to utter; itâs simply understood. âNowâŚâ She pulls Serena closer, losing herself in her gaze. âI believe you have some apologizing to do.â Shadowheart teases, tapping her lips.Â
Serena smiles, and it warms Shadowheartâs entire being. Her arms slowly wind around Shadowheart, pulling her ever closer, and Shadowheart finally sighs in bliss. Sheâs waited all her life to be held like this, to be loved in this manner. She never thought it real, let alone possible.Â

âMy HeartâŚâ Serena whispers fondly, closing her eyes as Shadowheart moans softly, meeting her halfway for a sweet kiss.Â
âYours.â Shadowheart agrees gently, every fiber of her being radiating pride, safety, happiness.

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#shadowheart#nls series#oc: serena tavyndĂr#NobleHeart#shadowheart x tav#drabble#oneshot#this took a MINUTE#but it was fun :)#someone remind me to put on ao3 I have Shaddy levels of forgetfulness
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just wanna say that i cannot stop thinking about your tarot post and the recent thing you reblogged with those tags about sheriff rick really took me out laughing. i canât STAND these two (affectionate). i would love to read any other insight reflection etc that youâd like to share (ik you said you could talk about which cards you pulled). just know at least one person out there (me) would eat it up!!!! hahaha đЎ
omg iâm so happy you enjoyed the reading and that i could provide some laughs!!! đĽ°đđ and god sameâŚthey are crazy frfr
iâm so glad you would eat up more of the tarot tea bc i am more than happy to share!!!
cards pulled for the willmack reading:
mackâs feelings
six of cups 𼚠(healing from an old connection, childlike joy, nostalgia, courting)
five of swords (conflict and jealousy that has not been spoken)
ten of wands (burden, overloaded)
knight of wands (excitement, passion, confidence, adventure, indicates romance sparked through work)
the hanged man in reverse (boredom, stagnation, struggle with surrender, need for patience)
ace of wands (hornyâŚflirting, passion, extreme attraction & sensuality)
fell out of deck - knight of cups (very charming, emotionally attuned & sensitive suitor, desire, affection), the hierophant (safe, traditional, stability) , the emperor (strong, authoritative, protective figure)
đ¤Śđźââď¸ oh macklinâŚ..listing and reviewing all these cards again iâm sitting here like. this is so embarrassing
- mackâs feelings for will are so strong. like he rly thinks will is one charming mf. and these feelings are lowkey bordering on idolizationâŚ. which can suggest he has felt attracted to will for quite some time
- after reviewing my notes and doing some more research, six of cups and the hierophant are known as soulmate cards đđđ
- this is mostly on the light-hearted side, but the ace of wands is known as the âdick cardâ in tarot. mack at the very least believes will has big dick energy
willâs feelings
five of cups reversed (acceptance, forgiveness and healing)
the wheel of fortune (luck, fate, destiny, unexpected events)
seven of wands (protectiveness, defensiveness of position/beliefs to external opposition)
knight of pentacles (diligence, stability, reliable, commitment to goals)
two of cups (SCREAMING) (unity, partnership, perfect harmony, mutual love & respect)
page of pentacles in reverse (laziness, immaturity)
fell out of the deck: the star (hope, healing, strong devotion), queen of pentacles (beauty, deep affection, nurturing, compassion)
oh will and your very Loud pieces sunâŚ.sighsâŚ
- will is just so soft for mack it hurts meâŚand what especially strikes me is how sweet and nurturing he finds him
- will thinks mack is beautiful đŠđŠđŠđŠ
- i donât even really know what else to say for willâŚlike he is just such a fan of mack and their partnership, he feels so uber lucky to have him by his sideâŚ.
some more random notes:
- their reading is full of cards that suggest romance: two of cups, six of cups, the hierophant, queen of pentacles, ace of wands, the star, the knight of cups
- it is Very Interesting to me that there is no confusion, insecurity or shame whatsoever within their cards. they are completely confident in one another and do not question how they feel
- you may have noticed the strong themes and mirroring in their readingsâŚ.such as mack having a plethora of male figure cards vs will with female figure cards. this is a wonderfully complimentary balanceâŚbut also. healing each otherâs daddy/mommy issues lol?
#hope u enjoy the extra tidbits!!!#271#willmack#asks#thank u so much again for reading and ur lovely comments!! đđđ
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snapshots. [âgokudera hayato]
TAGS / WARNINGS: tyl setting, male reader, reader    wears a suit, gokudera being gokudera, reader    provokes him, suggestive themes, kissing WC: 1,000 NOTE: he's so stupid i have to kiss him
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âArenât you done yet?â
Your eyes locate Gokudera easily. âOh, you found me! Did Tsuna send you? Is he worried?â
Gokudera scoffs. âAs if. Weâre supposed to gather after everyone leaves.â Thereâs a severe twist of his mouthâhis default reserved for everyone but Tsuna. âHurry up. Youâd better not keep the boss waiting.â
You tut, do a lazy half-turn in front of the mirror. âA little patience would do you some good, Gokudera.â Thereâs no hiding the wet patches on your suit. âWell?â you prompt, raising your arms. âDid I miss any spots?â
âThereâs nothing.â
âOkay. What about my pants?â
His jaw tics. âNo.â
âAnd my back?â
âEnough fooling around! Thereâs a damn mirror right there.â
You smile, gleeful. âWhat if I just wanted to monopolize your time?â A blush bleeds into his throat. Itâs one of your favorite games: to test himâto see what breaks that hostile stoicism. Laughter escapes, splayed hands go up in surrender. âJust kidding! Iâve got a rendezvous and I wanna look my best.â
Gokudera scowls. âYouâve been hanging around Shamal too much.â
Your head tips. âNot all of us are as sexless as you.â He splutters, embarrassment giving way to anger as you adjust your tie. âUnfortunately, itâs not like that.â You lock eyes in the mirror. âThough, if you think about it, everyone outside probably thinks weâre having our own little rendezvous right now.â
Gokuderaâs fists clench. Baring his teeth at youâdefensive, ready to snap. âIdiot. Donât be stupid.â
You turn on your heels and advance upon him. To your delight, he stands his ground. âEveryoneâs looking at you, Gokudera-kun,â you murmur, examining how the bathroom light reflects in the bright green of his irises. âThey want to know your next move. They want to know if youâre gunning for anyone.â The corners of your mouth pull up. âWhy donât we give them something to whisper about?â
This close, you can smell his cologneâwarm and unobtrusive. Painfully suitable despite his prickly disposition. This close, the crease in his brow is deep.
You step back, smile widening. âKidding again! But if you change your mind, you know where to find me.â
Gokudera covers the distance in one long stride. He drags you forward by the lapels of your jacket. Your spine aches in protest as he wrestles you against the granite countertop.
âQuit fucking with me,â he growls, eyes narrowed and furious. âYouâre always jerking me around. Donât think I wonât put you in your place.â
An eyebrow liftsâyour amusement obvious. You speak in a low purr: âBe careful with that temper, Gokudera-kun. Youâve always been too hot-headed. Itâs why youâre fun to provoke.â
He snarls, pushes you harder into the sink. âBastard, Iâll kick your fucking ass.â
You sigh, relaxing into his grip. Your fingers spider up the front of his chest. Heâs gone rigid, tendons taut, his suit pulling tight over muscular biceps. âYouâre just so easy to fluster, Gokudera-kun.â His nostrils flare when you coax his tie free from the confines of his jacket, the material sliding between your fingers. âEasy to tease, easy to rile up; itâs no wonder kid Lambo liked messing with you.â
His face is centimeters away; each puff of breath brushes your cheeks. Lingering cigarette smoke clings beneath his cologne. âThereâs no one around,â you continue. âYouâre welcome to start a fight. Iâll even let you hit meâif you can.â Your gaze drops to his mouth, the pink fullness of his bottom lip. An erotic sight, really. It would be easy to tip your face and kiss him. To close the distance like you always teased.
But then the moment passes. His grip loosens, and you extract yourself, using a single hand to give a light push. He goes unexpectedly easy as you create distance. âDonât worry your pretty head. I wonât cause Tsuna any trouble. Why donât you return to him, hm? Lamboâs probably done getting cleaned up.â You step back.
Gokudera lunges. Hauls you bodily against the door at the same time his lips meet yours in a bruising kiss. Itâs clumsyâyour mouth aches from the force of it. His inexperience comes with tightly coiled aggression as he manages to kiss you senseless, body pressing into yours.
Air tears from your lungs in a gasp when he pulls away, meeting your gaze only briefly before bending to latch scalding lips on your neck. Your eyes flutter shut. Itâs your turn to hold onto him, the thick material of his suit crushed in your fingers as your heart catches while his mouth drags along the hot length of your throat.
âThis is all it takes to shut you up?â Gokudera rasps against your throbbing pulse point. Euphoria radiates behind your ribs as you go boneless on weakened knees.
Laughter escapes in a breathless rush. You squint against the bathroom light. âIf you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask.â
âShut up.â The wet press of tongue is all the warning you get before teeth: he bites down firmly, drawing a squawk of protest as you tug the short strands of hair at his nape. His thigh nestles tightly between your legs: an anchor that makes your lungs squeeze.
âGokuderaââ Your eyes fly open when the door creaks and pushes into you, someone on the other side attempting to enter. The flat of your palms find his chest, shoving him back. He collides with the opposite wall as you spin to yank the door open.
Yamamoto blinks, looking between Gokuderaâquietly victorious, swearing, stumbling over his own feetâto you: fighting the urge to cover the stinging spot on your neck, embarrassment causing the fine hairs to stand. Gokuderaâs teeth must taste like your skin. The thought makes you dizzy.
âHe slipped,â you say without letting them get a word in. âIâm going to find Mancini. Ryohei must be talking his ear off.â You weave around the stunned Rain Guardian, leaving the other men behind.
#gokudera hayato x reader#gokudera x reader#khr x reader#khr fic#katekyo hitman reborn x reader#katekyo hitman reborn fic#reader insert#snapshot fic#male reader#momodita fic
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paved in gold - excerpt
sequel to as lions. as lions tldr: time-travel fix-it in which TGM mav wakes up in 1986, relives TOPGUN, and makes some distinct changes to certain fates. paved in gold is set approximately a year later.
iâll preface this to say aug/sep has been hellishly busy for me and iâve been having enormous difficulty finding free time to work on thisâbut iâm too excited by the premise not to share a little of what i have. đ
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Itâs too warm.
Maverick wakes in darkness. For a second, heâs groggy, slow, lost, surrounded in unfamiliar shadows, unfamiliar shapes, dimly lit in the amber bars of the streetlight beyond the blinds. The nightstand is strangely bare. No phone, no tangle of cables. Just a watch and a pair of dog-tags, glinting.
Then he remembers, andâoh. Notices the weight of the arm around him. Thereâs the culprit.
The arm loosens as he shifts, as he settles down again, before drawing him into a firm chest and the cradle of another body atop the sheets. Maverick grumbles, but soon sighs, mollified, when a large hand charts a lazy path beneath Maverickâs cotton tee.
Blearily, he asks, âTime?â
âFive,â says Ice, sounding far too lucid for what just came out of his mouth. Maverick feels the gentle drag of his nose against his ear; despite Ice being a veritable hot water bottle, the tip of it is slightly cold.
He smells like mint and Maverickâs shampoo. Already up and about, then. Nothing new. Their circadian rhythms are so rigid that Maverick only checks the alarm clock before bed out of sheer habit.
He closes his eyes again to the gentle press of lips against his nape. His heart thumps against Iceâs palm; something Ice clearly catches, because his mouth curls against Maverickâs skin.
A year now, and Maverickâs still not entirely used to the affection. A year, and Maverick still starts, sometimes, when Ice leans in.
âRise and shine,â says Ice, a soft gust of breath against Maverickâs ear, raising gooseflesh up and down Maverickâs arms.
âYou were the one who climbed back in.â
âCouldnât resist.â
âLittle old me?â says Maverick playfully. He rolls backward just as Ice sits upâcarefully. In the muzzy darkness, Maverick can just barely make out the shape of him: already dressed, his khakis perfectly ironed and creased in all the right places.
âCalling yourself little, are you?â And old, Ice doesnât say, but Maverick hears it anyway.
He stretches out into the warm spot Ice left behind. âNothing wrong with it. Works in my favor.â
âOnly in the cockpit.â
âOnly place that matters,â says Maverick, with a breezy smile.
Ice returns it. He gets to his feet. â1100 hours,â he says. âDonât forget.â
Maverick slaps a hand over his heart. âIâll always be where the captain wants me to be.â
âIs that so?â says Ice, who was present when the base commander visited the TOPGUN complex that spring and Maverick was nowhere to be found. In Maverickâs defense, heâd been helping Stomper with a family emergency. Easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission, all that. Viper had nearly popped a blood vessel.
âYou know it,â he says.
Ice only shakes his head. He reaches over to pat the hand still on Maverickâs chest, and Maverick grabs it, hangs on. Ice smiles. âSee you in a few.â
âSee you,â says Maverick. Reluctantly lets go.
He watches until Ice disappears from sight. A moment later, the front door opens and closes with a quiet click.
Itâs still dark outside. The days are getting shorter and shorter, and in a sense thatâs a blessing. Ice doesnât like to lingerâespecially in the summer, when daylight stretches long and neverending.
He loiters a few minutes longer in bed, seeking the elusive peace of earlier. The duvet is still warm, the pillow next to him sweet with the familiar scent of Iceâs cologne. It melts something in him, even after all this time. Reminds him of a tidy home office, well-lit and welcoming; of an arm around him on the flight deck, steering him through the crowd; of a glaringly bright ready room twenty-odd years ago, Ice asleep against Maverickâs shoulder.
The ceiling fan whirs over his head. Itâs the only sound in the silence of the early morning. It clicks with every rotation, lists slightly to one side.
Maverick gives himself one more moment. Then he gets up.
#icemav#tg: as lions#qin writing#i want to talk about this darn thing so bad#actually i never intended to write a sequel but the ideas continued to propagate#now here i am after months of daydreaming
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my outsiders essay i wrote in eighth grade on "what is a hero? who is the hero in the outsiders? why?" (236 words, all quotes from the book):
my outsiders essay now (2k words, all nonsense but thereâs a point in there somewhere):
Juliette Damthosefandoms
Transcribed by Mage Mutopians (because Iâm lazy but I still edited it after. if there's typos blame mage they just typed every word i said)
12/23/2024
Hero Essay 2.0
Way, way back in spring 2014, when I was thirteen years old, I was tasked with writing an essay about what the definition of a hero is and who I think the main hero of the Outsiders story was. I said that there was only one character in that story and his name was Johnny Cade and he was âdefiantlyâ the hero. After submitting that essay, there was a day where I was in a PPT meeting (because if this doesnât make it clear that I have ADHD I donât know what will), and I have a very specific memory of it being brought up to give me more instruction in adding detail to my writing. Now, I have spent way too much time putting entirely too much detail into my writing to the point where I do not believe in anything that is not a run-on sentence. (I am sorry for making you type this @mutopians.) (Itâs okay @damthosefandoms <3) Anyway. In this essay, I will explain what I think the definition of a hero is after having spent many years obsessing over superheroes, which doesnât apply to the Outsiders, but it could, if you write a 22k fic and not post it. (Drop the fic Julie-) (NO.) Anyway. Again.Â
A heroâŚ.Whatâs a hero? A hero is (I think I stand by whatever my original definition was) probably somebody who helps people who are in need or go out of their way to do things to do-Fuck it. I donât know. If youâre going for the Batman definition, itâs Darry, because heâs taking kids off the street. This also works for Johnny because he took kids out of the building. To quote my essay from almost eleven years ago, âTo start, Johnny ran into the church after Ponyboy. ââHey, Ponyboy.â I looked around, startled. I hadnât realized Johnny had been right behind me all the way.â (Pg.91-92) He wasnât afraid to go into a fire to save those kids.â (Me, 2014). (insert Mage and Julie argument over the appropriate way to cite an essay from 2014 in MLA while Julie pets Mageâs cat) If weâre talking about saving people, Johnny fits the bill.Â
Moving on, I was rereading that essay and laughing at it so I posted it on Tumblr the other day and did a poll and you guys decided that, as of December 23rd 2024 at 3:18 PM EST, Johnny is defiantly the hero at 65.2% of the 23 votes. Soda and/or Darry have 21.7% of the vote. Other has 13% but nobody actually put in the tags who they thought the other heroes would have been so. I donât know what was going on there. Ponyboy, I guess itâs my fault for making it biased because I called him the boring answer. But he didnât do anything heroic so I stand by it. He has 0% of the vote. Not even zero point something. Just zero. So thatâs apparently what the internet thinks. Thereâs five days left on the poll if you want to vote on that, but I donât think thatâs going to change. My theory is that the Johnny thing was winning because I made the joke about the typo earlier in the post and I think Soda and/or Darry are just because of musical fans bias, which Iâll get into in a minute.Â
(Right now, at this point, I asked Mage to put in a word count, because Iâm having fun.) (Counting this part, thereâs 601 words.) (I had to teach Mage how to enable the word counter on Google Docs just btw.) (In my defense it intimidates me when Iâm staring at an already blank page)Â
What was the point of this again? (Julie then paused to pet my cat and say he was cute.) Where am I? We need to figure out who the hero is. In the musical, letâs talk about that, thereâs a lot of bias. Giving Soda and/or Darry as an option didnât help because I kinda knew that, as weâve all grown up and reread the book in a different point in our lives and listened to the musical on repeat for six months straight and nothing else and except Christmas music recently and and the occasional One Direction song back in October (RIP Liam Payne), we all know how the story goes. Now that weâve seen a point of view thatâs not just Ponyboyâs and weâve accepted heâs an unreliable narrator and weâve all listened to âFinale (Tulsa â67)â we know what Ponyboyâs point of view is: âAnd now I look at what my brothers do for me. Theyâre the reason that Iâm standing here right now. One thingâs for certain, I can say without a doubt. Those heroes paved the way so I could finally make it out.â (Outsiders Musical) (Iâm not doing any other in-text citations now because I hate them and theyâre stupid and if youâre reading this you know where itâs from. Goodbye.)
Anyway, Ponyboy sees his brothers as heroes at the end of the story. I think that now that weâve all grown up enough to realize that Darry isnât abusive and was just scared and that hitting Pony in the face wasnât intentional, itâs just what siblings do, and if youâve never slapped your brother before, youâre lying. Obviously in the context of the situation, it wasnât cool, but sometimes the Cain instinct just takes over. Johnny even says I think later on in the musical that Darry probably didnât mean it, and if the kid who consistently is getting abused is saying that Darry didnât mean it, then Darry probably didnât mean it. Itâs also interesting that after it happens, during all of âFar Away from Tulsa,â Darry is still on the stage literally just sitting there on the floor staring into nothing like âwhat the fuck did I just do.â He did not mean it. Thirteen year old me did not understand this but I grew up and I get it now.
We can talk about Darry a little bit because I do actually think that maybe it could be him whoâs the hero because if you think of it from a grown up point of view and not a thirteen year old point of view, he has so much going on and they donât even realize how much shit he gave up for them. Some of them might, but they donât appreciate it and should appreciate it more. Ponyboy realizes it at the end and thatâs kind of the whole problem of their relationship. It took the whole plot for him to realize it. But, like, he literally could have gone to college and didnât. To be fair, in the book canon, he didnât get that scholarship, but in the musical he did. He had to drop out of school, he probably lost a lot of friends in the process, everybody is giving him shit and calling him a soc and being shitty to him and heâs just likeâŚno wonder heâs no fun now, when heâs worried about Ponyboy running around and getting in trouble and risking social services getting called on him. Give the man a break. Heâs twenty. He should be at the club. He got punched by his ex-boyfriend because Pony was out past curfew. So letâs say Darry is the hero of the story, and needs a break, and. You know. To not live in 1960s Oklahoma where if heâs gay, his brothers will get taken away.Â
Sodaâs probably also got a little bit of hero in him, but didnât get the opportunity to show it much. He probably had his big hero moment way earlier closer to when their parents died but thatâs not explained in the book so yeah.. Rigjt now heâs just there for hugs and to keep his brothers from killing each other. Also maybe for sending that letter? But otherwise if you think about it, what does he do? And Iâm a Soda stan, so I can say that. Although, I will give you, that the ADHD/dyslexia combo really does give demigod vibes and by the Percy Jackson definition of the word that makes him a hero. So. You know. Yeah. Also, heâs like the only thing keeping Pony from total self-destruction. He did step up a lot, too. He dropped out of school and got a job to help Darry pay the bills. He does so much for their family and is very underappreciated, and I say this as someone who only writes fics based around Soda. Iâm just having trouble coming up with examples off the top of my head. This is hard. Weâve just written a 1300 word essay in under half an hour and Iâm just talking off the top of my head while Mage types this for me so please excuse me for being stupid. Sodapop Curtis. I fuckin love that kid.
 Letâs talk about Johnny again. Because heâŚwhat does he do? Johnny stabs Bob and Bob had it coming. I think in the book Cherry says that Bob had it coming. And I quote, âMaybe Bob asked for it. I know he did. But I could never look at the person who killed him.â (Julie gave in and checked for quotes but still will not put actual citations in.) (I wanted to read that line is my excuse.) It was gayer in the musical. Thatâs a lie, actually. Johnny and Dally were gayer in the book, but Johnny and Ponyboy were gayer in the musical. We all listened to âFaraway from Tulsaâ and âDeathâs at my Door.â You know.
BUT. However. I donât care if I get crucified for this by musical stans. There is something to be said about the part in the book where (and I specify in the book because the book characters are very different than the musical characters and that context is important. Itâs a different universe. Pay attention) theyâre driving back from the Dairy Queen and itâs not just that, yes, Johnny stood up to Dally at the drive-in and told him to leave Cherry alone because frankly Dally was being a gross piece of shit to her (men are disgusting <3). Dally got mad at him because âI went out of my way to get you this and Johnny was like weâre going to turn ourselves in and didnât care what Dally thought blah blah blahâ. Johnny is a lot braver than we think and they argue like an old married couple (DALLY BEGS AND TALKS TO JOHNNY IN A VOICE PONY HAS NEVER HEARD BEFORE?). And Dally said that they were going to get in so much trouble, and Johnny said it was the right thing to do. He didnât want Ponyboy to get in trouble. He knew going back and turning himself in was the only way to ensure that he didnât screw things over for the Curtises.Â
Which, kind of the whole idea, is that everyone is trying to do what they can to keep the brothers together. Maybe the real hero was the rest of the gang. Like maybe thatâs why Steve didnât want Ponyboy to ever tag along if he knew there was a chance he and Soda would get in trouble. (Sodaâs a lot closer to being an adult than Ponyboy is, so if he got in trouble and taken away and had to be on his own, he could, but Ponyboyâs got a lot longer until he turns 18. It would be a bigger deal for him to be put in a boysâ home than Soda, who is almost 17 and has a lot more freedom and would only be there for a year.) Thereâs this one part that, itâs in the book and movie where Two-Bit checks if Ponyboy has a fever by putting his hand on his forehead. Itâs like theyâre all watching out for them because thatâs rule number one of being a greaser: stick together. That, and donât get caught. They do that, help out, because thatâs what the brothers do for them, like when Dally calls for help at the very end of the book, and Darry and the gang drop everything to go get him (and just to see him die, but, you know). Thatâs why Darry keeps the door unlocked. Pony says he could call Two-Bit to come pick him up in his car, but Pony decides to walk home alone anyway. But theyâre always around. Itâs about COMMUNITY!!!
In conclusion, I still donât believe in conclusion paragraphs, the only one whoâs not a hero is Ponyboy because he didnât do jack shit. (I guess he did run into the church to save kids. And other things. But. You know. I donât feel like talking slash writing about that right now.) Want a conclusion? Read what I wrote. The end.Â
#the outsiders#the outsiders musical#ponyboy curtis#darry curtis#sodapop curtis#johnny cade#curtis brothers#ohhhh you wanna hit âkeep readingâ so bad#we had SO much fun with this#mage ilysm#my post
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dating the batboys... and their Taylor Swift songs | (1.5/2)
pairings: Jason Todd x GN!Reader
warnings:Â angst, mention of death, arguing
requested?: kind of! @igotanidea asked to be tagged for a part for Jason so here you go!
a/n:Â THANK YALL SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE ON THE FIRST PART!! it truly means a lot to me! Iâm also sorry it took SO long, Iâve been testing. I decided to split this into parts just so I could get something out for yâall. It also is a bit longer than others so I hope yâall like it!
its so hard only choosing two songs but if I didnât this post would be going on foreverrrrr.
Jason Todd
i'd like to establish this by saying Jason Todd is NOT the angry Robin
but like with all of the boys, he is traumatized
like extremely traumatized
if he was to get with you, he'd have to know you for a long time
even then it's iffy
he has a lot of trust issues
and abandonment issues
issues in general
if he knew you before his death, I feel like youâd have a higher chance of him trusting you
(the angst potential hereâŚ)
but don't get me wrong
heâs the type who once he loves someone, he loves them with every ounce of fiber he has in his body
Iâd like to think of him as a secret hopeless romantic
just has a hard time showing it
he would be the type of boyfriend to tease you about you wanting something badly and then go behind your back and buy it for you
this man would die (again) for you
you ask him to jump and heâll say how high
in the beginning he would be anxious about doing mundane things with you (not that he would ever admit)
but once he gets used to it, itâs his favorite thing
do not fold laundry with this man because heâll definitely make into a war and start throwing clothes at you
favorite pass time would be to cook with you
YES I HEADCANON HES A GOOD COOK SHUT UP
being lazy on the couch together, reading books and enjoying each others presence
as much as Jason loves touch, I feel like he would love spending quality time with you more
especially given his busy life style with being Red Hood
would keep you away from that life
heâs like Bruce in that aspect and will not risk getting you involved
especially because being Red Hood is more dangerous and he has a LOOOT of enemies
encouraging him to open up about his emotions
heâs better than Bruce about talking about his feelings, but he still has issues with it
comforting him through nightmares
also comforting him through panic attacks and whatnot
understanding his complicated relationship with his family and trying not push him about it
still developing some what of a relationship with his brothers
if you knew him before his death, definitely having that fear of losing him again
you never recovered from the loss of him and even to this day, it haunts you
having arguments about it because Jason insists heâs careful and you wonât lose him
having arguments in general because he struggles with trusting people and is paranoid
those arguments do not last long because as much as he is stubborn
he doesnât want to lose you
longest it will last is a couple of days
staying up late waiting for him to get home
LATE NIGHT CUDDLES
I would also like to argue that Jason lives for playful wrestling
he loves making you smile as itâs his favorite feature on you
late night motorcycle rides
he is such a mother hen when it comes to you
âdid you eat today? have you had any water? what time did you go to bed?â âokay mom,â
teaching you how to use specific weapons and self defense because duh, itâs Gotham (part two)
at the end of the day, Jason Todd is a traumatized man trying to love you the best he can.
Me being me, Iâm going to have to say Afterglow (from Lover) would be my number one choice for Jason. It actually inspired me to even start this! I think Treacherous (from Red (Taylorâs Version)) would be so Jason too.
Bonus: Sparks Fly (from Speak Now (Taylorâs Version)) is also a very Jason Todd song. No I will not elaborate.
âTell me that you're still mine
Tell me that we'll be just fine
Even when I lose my mind
I need to say
Tell me that it's not my fault
Tell me that I'm all you want
Even when I break your heartâ
It didnât take a genius to realize Jason Todd had messed up. He knew it as soon as the words that had tasted like poison left his mouth. All of the melting hot rage he had felt reached itâs boiling point, and it finally blew up.
âWhat do you know, you donât even have a family!â
It seemed to echo throughout your shared apartment. The deafening silence that slowly poured in after made him feel incredibly nauseous. Your face slowly contorted from one of shock to one of a statue. Stoic and cold. The only sound to be heard was the incessant rain pounding against the windows.
You had slowly made your way over to the couch. For fifteen minutes you sat on the soft leather couch. Fifteen fucking agonizing minutes of nothing but Jason trying to somehow make it right. He apologized many times. He tried comforting you. But you just sat there, eyes closed and ignoring everything he had done. His side of the couch seemed to grow heavier and heavier with every attempt.
It made him feel like a child again. When his mother would get upset with him, she would give him the silent treatment. It would go on for days on end, and he would beg and apologize for forgiveness.
He never told you that though.
What you guys were arguing about seemed so small now. Jason was always one to blow things out of proportion. At one point in time, it had been about you going out with Dick and Tim for the third day in a row. He was a bit envious of your relationship with the aforementioned. He just didnât know if it was Dick and Tim he was jealous of or you.
Instead of trying to talk to you about staying home and spending time with him or hell, even inviting him out with you, he took out his irritation you. It had been a long day, and this had been the cherry on top. He made a snarky comment to try and start a fight. Unfortunately, you were one to try to talk it out. It only added fuel to the fire. It escalated to the current situation. He hadnât meant for it to end up like this.
Whyâd he have to break what he loved so much?
Finally, you made a noise. You took a deep breath in and bore into his eyes. Tears were threatening to spill from them any second. It felt he had been burned, and he had no one to blame but himself.
âBefore you say anything, I am incredibly sorry. It was all just me in my head. I should have never said those things, and I donât want to lose you over this. Please, please, please let me make it up to you.â He has never sounded so desperate before. But then again, heâs never cut you this deep. Your eyes had travelled down away from him. The lump in your throat was hard to swallow.
âJason. Youâre not going to lose me over this. Youâre still all I want,â The tears had started to roll down your cheeks by now. Seeing you cry made his heart crush, and he couldnât stop himself from scooting closer to you.
âBut what you said had really hurt my feelings. And if you ever say something like that to me again, Iâm going to leave and take some time for myself.â You warned through the tears. Seeing your lip quiver as you spoke was enough for him to engulf you in his arms.
âI promise if I ever say that again, you could smack me as hard as you can. I deserve it.â You let out a tearful laugh and shook your head. However, he was being dead serious. You buried yourself in his embrace.
âI forgive you this time. Just next time communicate with me. Weâre partners. Itâs me and you against the problem.â Hearing how sincere you were made his heart swell. It made him feel even more guilty for starting the argument with you. But if you could forgive him, then maybe he can forgive himself too.
âYouâre right. Iâm sorry for everything. I justâŚâ He paused. It was difficult for him to talk about his feelings, but he trusted you. You were his whole world after all. âI just wanted to spend time with you alone. I had a hard today today, and you always manage to make me feel better.â He murmured. His cheeks were a soft pink color. No matter how long you guys had been together for, it was awkward for him to tell you about how he felt.
You pulled away from the embrace to look him in the eyes. A small smile was on your face and your cheeks were tear stained. Your eyes had never had more of a soft look in them as one of your hands cupped the side of his face. Your thumb had slowly grazing his cheek.
âWhy didnât you say so? I donât mind canceling my plans for you.â The smile on your lips grew, and you leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. The rain had seemed to turn into a soft sprinkle. You got up from the couch and made your way to the kitchen. His eyes followed you, clearly confused on what you were doing.
âCome on, letâs just cook and watch something.â You called. A bright smile spread across his face as he followed your voice. It was simple idea but it meant the world that you had decided to forgive him. He wouldnât say that arguing with you will never happen again, but he knew that no matter how frustrating the situation was, heâd never utter an insult to you again.
He loved you too much, after all.
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Make Use Of Me (chapter 1, preview)
2025 EDIT: PLEASE STOP LIKING THIS OLD PREVIEW!! This doc has NO reason to be read anymore! I posted this over a year ago to gauge interest in my fic, and now, well.....THE WHOLE FIC IS COMPLETE! The whole thing! I got it all done, and it's big! You can find it here! Read that if you're interested, rather than giving attention to this post, please! This is SO outdated now!
O-OK...here goes....
First thing's first: I am not expecting a lotta people to read this. I'm not asking people to read this. At this point, I'm making this mostly as a passion project, and if anyone enjoys it, it'll be a really cool bonus. My writing style isn't gonna be for everyone, and the characters I write aren't the most....popular characters in the CRK X Reader community, and I imagine this isn't really something a lotta fans'll be demanding more of.
This is LONG. This one chapter is 56 pages long. I am a VERY wordy writer,
So......why'm I posting this preview? Well....partially as an interest gauge for people who WOULD wanna read it, but...mostly as a motivator. As something to remind myself of whenever I get lazy. After all....I can't quit after I made the first chapter public, right? By doing that, I put myself out there...And, hey, I even tagged it, so, if by the off chance, someone did read it, I'm basically promising them more eventually.....
But, again, I'm not forcing anyone to read this.
Not only is it long, but.....This first chapter is probably my least-favorite thing I've ever written. By posting this chapter by itself, I'm testing to see if it does its job of making people wanna read the rest, cuz....right now, I'm not so sure how well it succeeds at that.....
This is the boring part of the story. It's a bunch of setup, and me jumping through hoop after hoop after hoop to just get everything started. I know setup is important and all, but....I'm already a very wordy writer, so....oof....There is some interesting stuff that happens, but it takes a while to get there.
I-I....kinda hate it, actually. The only reason I didn't scrap it is that I didn't realize I hated it until I was about halfway through it and the "good part" hadn't started yet. And I still spent a month writing the thing, so....I finished it.
I'm tagging this...as an experiment. If you wanna read this, go ahead. W-well, read my tags first, THEN go ahead. XD
All I can really say in this chapter's defense is that....I do try my best to salvage it. It's just setup, but I TRIED to make it interesting. And everything that seems like it didn't go anywhere, will later. This isn't the whole story, it's just the beginning of what's gonna be a BIG story. Anything that seems weird in this chapter, gets explored in the other chapters. This does set up a bunch of stuff that becomes important later (The friend character shows up later, the Colosseum becomes relevant later). This chapter is boring, but I tried not to make any of it pointless.
For the future: I'm aiming for five chapters. Chapters 2 and 3 will be a series of smaller vignettes that take place over the course of a few years, chapter 4 will be the climax, and chapter 5 will be something of an epilogue. After that, there will be two endings to choose from (which will make sense when we get there).
This probably won't be my favorite thing I've ever written, but it will be the most ambitious thing I've ever, and probably will ever, write. I haven't written something like this before, and it's all to flesh out this story and make it believable.
Right now, I.....I want to finish this. I'll probably still be writing this in February at the rate I'm going, but...at this point, I've put too much into it to give up on it. However, I'm STILL not completely ruling out the idea of my motivation dying before then. It COULD happen. So, what I'm planning to do is...setting a short-term goal of finishing chapter 3. After I do that, I'll post the first three chapters on AO3 together, and work on the rest. That way, even if I don't finish it, I'll at least have it over half done, and chapter 3 will end on a somewhat high note.
So, yyyyeah....Not a lotta people will read this preview. Overly wordy writing style + boring setup part of story + 56 pages long + assumed lack of interest for X Readers of this character (At least, I haven't SEEN many simps for her, m-maybe I'm wrong, I might be, I-I haven't checked any tags cuz I've been nervous, b-but it doesn't make my writing any better. In that case, this is my first time writing her so I'm trying super hard to do her justice >//////<)
I-if you wanna read this, and see if this first chapter does a good job of making you wanna read the better chapters, then...Go ahead.....
Some notes:
-This is still not the final draft. It's finalized enough for me to share, but I'm still not considering it finished. Even tho I'm working on chapter 3 right now, I STILL go back and edit this, even very recently. So, chances are, even if the story is finalized, small details and sentences are still subject to change. I know for a fact that there are still SOME placeholder bits in here that will change after I get some stuff cleared up. Recently, I even considered chopping off an entire section to make it shorter. I decided not to, but hey, it could still happen. I don't wanna waste anyone's time. The first chapter of a story, even if it's boring, is still very important, and I wanna make sure it's the best version of itself.
(A-and yes, this means that I've finished chapter 2 as well. The reason I'm not sharing it is that, unlike chapter 1, it was finished VERY recently, so I might still need to give myself time to edit it. From what I have, tho, I do like it a LOT more than chapter 1. There are some parts of chapter 2 that I'm legit proud of.)
-Even tho this first chapter is completely clean, I-I should mention that....this fic is for adults. The full version, at least. Chapters 3 and 4 are gonna contain some light N/S/F/W moments (the "fade to black" variety, so nothing explicit) and there'll be other slightly racey comments here and there. Just a heads-up. I'm gonna be uncomfy with minors reading this.
Th-that's all? I-I think that's all.......O-OK, so......h-here goes..... E-enjoy....
#fanfic preview#WARNING: UNFINISHED#THIS IS JUST THE FIRST CHAPTER#......AND ITS STILL A LONG READ#cookie run x reader#crk x reader#golden cheese cookie x reader#gender neutral reader#also contains a gender neutral 'friend' character you can do what you want with#basically i got inspired by that part in her bio that mentions how...#....shes always looking to add more loyal subjects#and it made me imagine the story of an outsider who gradually integrates into the kingdom and earns her approval#so its an underdog story basically#and there a LOT that the reader gets put through#reader is shy and socially awkward but can also be a bit more sarcastic than the other reader characters ive written#im aiming for a BIT more comedy than usual since its my first crk fic that doesnt take place in the humorless dark cacao kingdom XD#but yeah reader is a ball of anxiety#they get panic attacks later on#pre canon#VERY VERY VERY pre canon#takes place DECADES before canon#before um....the lost city became lost#its not virtual#no errors no avatars#just a technologically advanced city#power imbalance and god complex stuff all over the place cuz fghdhgfhdhfgh im weak for that part of her#also contains some themes of verbal abuse (from nameless characters toward reader)#and like i said it has some adult moments later on#contains a lot of time skips
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The Soup Fairy stands on your window sill, hair tousled by a spring storm and drenched in rainwater. She got sidetracked by the weather, but she's here!
â˘Â°âTIS I YOUR FAIRY SOUP MOTHER!â°â˘
Your character is considering the person who has harmed them the most in life. Write a line of dialog from your character, describing them.
What do they think of forgiveness? What do they think of reconciliation?
Happy Worldbuilding Wednesday! đ
We'll go with Taira Matsubara, Saian's sister in the Azure Bloom universe.
I went a little overboard with this one but itâs a good way to show how the two will never be sisters anymore Ëâ§âââáˇŕşťŕ˝˝âËĚŽââáˇŕşťŕ˝˝ââşËłâ§ŕź
Warnings: Blood, stabbing, Saian referring to their mother as an incubator
@chrystabelleblaumferge @dollystarz tagging you two because I know youâre both interested in any Azure Bloom content (ŕšËĚľá´ËĚľ)
Taira finds herself caught in a complex web of emotions as she considers the possibility of reconciling with her older sister, Saian. The wounds of betrayal inflicted by her sister run deep, leaving Taira grappling with conflicting feelings of forgiveness and lingering resentment.
On one hand, Taira yearns for closure and healing in her fractured relationship with Saian. Yet, beneath this desire for reconciliation simmers a potent undercurrent of bitterness. Taira can still vividly recall the pain of the blade piercing through her skin, damage dealt by the one person she trusted most. The memory of Saian's abandonment during her time of need haunts Taira, fueling her resentment and distrust.
"Saian Fujino? Is that the name people call you now?" Taira's voice was sharp with accusation, her eyes fixed on the figure before herâa familiar face, half of it hidden by a mask, now seemed like a cruel distortion of the sister she once knew. Saian shrugged nonchalantly in response. "What's wrong with it? It's certainly better than the name our incubator gave me. My wife, in fact, loves it." A lazy grin appeared on her face as she shot Taira a knowing look.
Taira's jaw clenched at the casual disregard in Saian's tone. The use of the term "incubator" being used rather than referring to their mother struck a nerve deep within her. "You're sick," Taira spat, her voice tinged with disbelief and anger. "Is everything just some sick game to you?!" Saian's grin widened, unbothered by Taira's accusation. "Call it what you will, little sister. Just remember, that woman would have sold you off if you werenât obedient. And I must say, obedient you are, itâs almost annoying really.â
"Even now you're not taking this seriously!" Taira's words cut through the tension. "I should have known, when you left me behind, when you left me for dead, you never truly cared about me." Her voice cracked with emotion, raw and unfiltered. The words hung in the air, charged with the weight of years of hurt and disappointment. Taira's gaze bore into Saian, searching for any semblance of remorse or recognition. But Saian's expression remained inscrutable, a mask that revealed nothing of the sister Taira once loved.
Taira's eyes flickered with conflicting emotions as she stared at Saian. Seeing the turmoil in her sister's eyes, Saian reached out and offered her hand, a gesture filled with tentative sincerity. Her gaze softened, and a small, apologetic smile appeared on her face. "Hey, alright Iâm sorry, okay? I know I'm not the best sister in the world," Saian began, her voice tinged with remorse, "but I promise... I'll do whatever it takes to make things right by you. To have you trust me again, to have you in my life again. Hanamaru told me you have spent years trying to find me. And Iâll be damned if I let you slip through my fingers again."
Taira's defenses wavered as she looked at her sister's outstretched hand and the genuine vulnerability in Saian's gaze. Could she dare to believe in the possibility of reconciliation? Slowly, cautiously, Taira reached out and took Saian's hand, her grip tentative yet filled with unspoken yearning for closure and healing. For a fleeting moment, hope fluttered in her chest, the possibility of forgiveness and reconciliation tantalizingly within reach.
Taira's guard momentarily dropped as she found herself enveloped in her sister's arms. For a fleeting moment, she dared to believe that maybe, just maybe, Saian was truly willing to mend the fractures between them. The embrace felt foreign yet strangely comforting, stirring echoes of a time when their sisterly bond had been unbreakable.
But in the next breath, everything shattered.
Taira's breath caught in her throat as she felt the sharp pain in her side, the cold sharp blade of a knife leaving her gasping for air. Saian's voice, devoid of remorse, delivered the final blowâwords laced with disappointment and disdain.
"That's twice you fell for that, Taira," Saian's voice was cold and calculating. "I can't help but be disappointed in you."
The last shards of Taira's shattered hope fell around her as she crumpled to the ground, her trust in her sister obliterated by the cruel reality. Tears mingled with pain as she gazed up at Saian, the sister she once loved now a strangerâa haunting reminder of irreconcilable wounds.
Taira looked up angrily at Saian, clutching her bleeding side. She staggered, struggling to hold herself upright, her glare hard and almost threatening. "I should have known..." Taira's voice was filled with bitter realization, the pain evident in her eyes. "You really are just cruelâŚâ Taira's words echoed in the empty space, a defiant declaration of the shattered bond between them. But Saian had already turned to walk away, leaving behind another painful memory of the past. "No hard feelings though, right sister dearest?" Saian's voice, tinged with mockery, floated back to Taira. "It's nothing personal, really, it's just business."
Taira's heart sank as she watched her sister's retreating figure, âSister? You may share the same face as her, but you are no sister of mine!â The casual dismissal in Saian's tone cut deeper than any blade, leaving the hope she had dared to cling to lay shattered at her feet, replaced by the harsh reality of her sisterâs true nature.
With tears mingling with the blood on her hands, Taira faced the bitter truthâsome wounds ran too deep to ever heal, and some betrayals cut too close to ever be forgiven.
âYou really are just some monster impersonating her for your own sick gameâŚâ
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WiP Wednesday
this oneâs for all my slutty friends out there. Some second-round foreplay from the Baldurâs Gate 3 fic. I shanât tag anyone but if you would like to be tagged let me know and I shall from here on in! fandom doesnât matter :D
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âNo,â Zynatheri denied lazily, releasing Astarion. As he peered at her with half-lidded eyes, she pushed up over him again, arms draping over his shoulders. Zyn had a bit of an inkling she knew how to deal with him nowâ a new tactic to get what she wanted. Itâd taken her long enough.
In her defense, she usually didnât have to try very hard to get what she wanted.
His hand idly lifted, knuckles dragging down her shoulder and upper arm. âYou have a very intent look on your face.â
âYouâre so selfish,â she pouted, tangling her fingers in his hair as she slung her knee over his waist. âI behaved so nicely for you, but you wonât even let me have a little in return. Itâs just not fair. Youâre so pretty but you wonât be my toy.âÂ
She wasnât sure if sheâd get an immediate rejection and annoyance, or something that left her a little wiggle room. Either was fine. Part of her really wanted to see if he would do as sheâd asked and kiss her when she made him angry.
âIt depends entirely on your games, my little fox, and how you intend to play them,â he replied lazily, but with a hint of caution.
A promising response. And a little surprising. âYour hands only do what I tell them to,â she said, leaning down until her nose nudged his. âBecause theyâre very naughty, bad and selfish hands, and last time I was trying to have my fun they ruined it.â
âDarling, lest you forget, you still enjoyed yourself so intensely that you passed out,â he replied, not bothering to hide his wicked amusement.
She glared. âIt was blood loss.â
âHmmh,â he agreed with a supremely smug air.
âHands. Above your head,â she snapped, annoyed with his superior attitude. Malice and misfortune, he would never let that one go, would he? Well, if sheâd been in his position, she wouldnât either, quite honestly.
âI donât like that voice,â he said instantly, expression cooling off.
Zyn fought the urge to roll her eyes. If she was going to push boundaries, she really should be careful about it, but he was so frustâ right. Oh. Of course he was frustrating. Relaxing, she glanced down at him and her frown turned into a slow, amused smile.
Zynatheri had dealt with a brat before.
And she did already know what voice he did like, didnât she?
âFine,â she agreed lazily, reaching up and catching his chin lightly in her fingers. Not a caging grip, just a possessive caress. âIâll spoil you, then. If you behave, that is.â Lowering her voice, she let it slide into that lazy, sexual purr she knew he enjoyed so very much. âAs long as you do, Iâll talk to you nicely. Donât you want to be good for me? I know you can beâŚâ Her lips caught his ear lobe, a teasing little bite and a caress of the tip of her tongue.
âDonât you dare,â he denied, but she could hear it was strained, strength in his voice stolen as she bit his earlobe again.
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