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mcdonaldsplayground · 2 years ago

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| actually the worst | part 6

ao’nung x f!reader

summary: when you wake up somewhere you aren't supposed to be, you get angry with ao'nung for being so calm while you feel nothing but guilty for leaving your injured sister alone. as things with your family slowly begin to mend, you realize that ao'nung probably hates you again for snapping at him. only when yours and kiri's birthday rolls around do you get a chance to work out your highly complex relationship with the metkayina boy, but it's not exactly the solution you were expecting.

includes: enemies to lovers, teasing, swearing, suggestiveness, mentions of seizure/death, ao'nung being so bf🥵

word count: 5.7k

a/n: so this is the final part! if people are into the idea i was thinking of doing a lil' bonus part based on the not-memory from part 5 (where ao'nung visits the forest)🤔 but anyway, i just wanted to say thank you so much to everyone who has read and interacted with this series, i seriously cannot believe how kind everyone is🫶 i am definitely going to keep writing other fics (and might even branch out to do some other characters, who knows🤭)

this is a bit lengthy because i was trying to wrap up a bunch of loose ends. i realized when proofreading that ao'nung kind of doesn't even show up for a good portion of the middle part??? so sorry about that🫣 also i'm sorry but i couldn’t not put a 10 things i hate about you reference in here because it’s just the exact vibe at the end, so creds to that movie for the inspo:)

You woke before the sun did, the very beginnings of warm orange and pink light only barely peeking above the horizon. It was still mostly dark, and you felt extremely disoriented. Not only were you rarely an early riser, but you also rarely woke in the middle of the beach, which is where you currently seemed to be. Not only that, but a muscular arm was slung across your waist as well, pulling you close to the body who was attached to it.

Slowly, you turned your head and nearly screamed when your eyes met the sleeping form of your worst enemy-turned crush-turned sort of friend. Ao'nung looked at peace while asleep, something that did not come easy to him when awake. It would have been kind of nice to see if you weren't so horrified by the predicament.

"Jesus christ..." You muttered to yourself, the events of the previous night coming into focus in your mind. Trying not to breathe or move too much, you attempted to slowly shimmy out of Ao'nung's grasp. You had almost successfully freed yourself when the boy beside you suddenly snapped his eyes open, looking briefly confused before his own look of horror settled in. You practically jumped away from each other.

"We fell asleep." Ao'nung said dumbly.

"Great observation, genius." You snapped, pushing yourself up from the sand while you hurriedly brushed it off your skin. "If you ever breathe a word of this to anyone, I will personally cut off your-"

"Woah! Relax, princess. Wasn't planning on it." Ao'nung held his hands up in surrender, standing as well. You stiffened at the ridiculous nickname, but decided not to get into it as you turned quickly on your heel and began jogging away from the beach. You had way more pressing things to think about now. In fact, you were growing increasingly more angry with yourself as the seconds ticked by. Were you really so delirious from fear that you let such a thing happen? Kiri needed you.. but you were selfishly allowing yourself to be consoled in the arms of a boy instead.

Ao'nung caught up to you easily, though he maintained a decent distance as he spoke. "About last night-"

"Don't." You ordered, annoyed that he wanted to talk about it and embarrassed that it even happened. "That was a mistake." You trained your eyes ahead, hoping he would take the hint and leave you alone.

"Look, forest girl, I know you're probably embarrassed because-"

You cut him off once again, finally just stopping in your tracks as you whipped around to face him. "Just stop with this stupid little flirting thing right now, okay? You don't know what I'm feeling. My twin sister almost died last night and I just left her alone when nobody knows what the hell is wrong with her! She needs me there at her side and what was I doing instead? Joking around and laughing with the guy I'm supposed to hate and then waking up beside him in the middle of the goddamn beach instead of next to her!" You spat, all of your fury and guilt spewing out along with your words. Ao'nung was frozen in place, eyes wide. "Just go away." You finished forcefully, making him flinch slightly. You didn't wait to hear a response before taking off once again toward your marui.

When you finally arrived, Neteyam, Lo'ak, and Tuk were all standing around outside the marui, looking as if they hadn't slept. A fresh wave of guilt washed over you at the thought.

"[Y/N]!" Tuk called when she noticed your approaching form, racing up to cling onto your side in a sort of hug. "Where were you?" She questioned, and Neteyam and Lo'ak nodded, waiting to hear your response. Blood rushed to your cheeks, your face growing warm in shame.

"I fell asleep on the beach." You mumbled. Not technically a lie.

"We were worried..." Neteyam said, placing a hand on your shoulder as he looked into your eyes. You could tell that he suspected you were holding back the truth. Your throat burned as you swallowed thickly.

"Sorry. I'm sorry," You breathed, ducking your head down.

"It's okay. I know it was difficult for you last night." Neteyam’s lips twisted into a sad smile, pulling you into a gentle hug. Tuk was quick to join, squeezing herself in between the two of you as she put her arms around your waists. Even Lo'ak came over, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder and offering you a look of silent understanding. You breathed in deeply, grateful for their support and easy forgiveness.

"How is she?" You finally asked, pulling away so you could peek around Lo'ak into the marui. Neteyam sighed, guiding you over to the entrance.

"She is still asleep. Ronal had to go rest before she will be able to do anything for her." You noticed your parents sitting together inside, but you focused your attention on assessing your sleeping sister, in search of any visible injuries that may have appeared since you saw her last. Thankfully, she truly did seem physically unharmed. However, it pained you to see her eyes closed and her body so still, the only sign of life coming from the occasional rise and fall of her chest. You kneeled next to her, taking her hand.

"Wake up," You whispered. "Please."

"Where did you go?" You heard your father question from his spot on the floor. You looked up slowly, your guilt creeping back. You just stared at him and your mother for a moment, trying to work out what to say.

"It does not matter, my Jake." Your mother had caught the look in your eyes, nodding in a sort of silent understanding. "She is here now."

Jake glanced between the two of you briefly before deciding to drop it. You breathed a silent sigh of relief.

"I called Norm and Max." Jake said. "They should be here in an hour or so. They may be able to tell us what happened" You nodded in approval, returning your gaze to your twin. It wasn’t ideal to have your family’s old friends risk the journey down here, but if it meant even a chance of helping Kiri then you knew it was more than worth it. You only wished they would get there faster.

The helicopter landing had gathered quite a crowd, all looking nervous at the prospect of "demons" arriving on the island. That was fair, but to you it was a welcome relief to see Norm and Max approaching alongside your father, their equipment in tow. You had promised not to leave Kiri's side, though, so you watched from through the door as they quickly scrambled over.

"[Y/N]!" Norm called when he noticed you, your lips twisting into a small smile. It may have been terrible circumstances, but it was still good to see your old friends.

"Hey, Norm. Max" You nodded in greeting and they both pulled you in for a short hug before starting to set things up. They wasted no time in placing sensors along Kiri's face and head, asking your family anything and everything you knew about what had happened.

Once everything was in place, they started running diagnostics and doing everything they could to get an idea of what was going on inside Kiri's head. It was a slow process, however, and ten minutes seemed to turn into an hour, then an hour into two. Still, you sat as close as you could without interfering, dividing your mind between trying to understand what Norm and Max were saying about your sister and just simply willing something to work so that Kiri would open her eyes.

"There's no bleed. There's no fracture. No effects of hypoxia. The brain looks good." Max said, shaking his head in confusion as he glanced through the scans they had taken.

"But we still have this interictal activity here in the prefrontal." Norm pointed out.

"Yes, she's definitely had a seizure." Max nodded, and you wondered how he could be so calm. You felt nauseous at the thought. As they continued their discussion, someone entered the marui behind you, and you turned to find Ronal looking outraged at the setup.

"I see that I am not needed here." Your heart dropped as she spoke, but you stood quickly, panicked as she turned to leave. You were about to say something when your mother grabbed Ronal's arm.

"You are Tshaik!" She hissed, sounding both angry and pleading. Clearly Norm and Max were running out of things to try, and Ronal was turning into your only hope. You caught her eyes, silently begging her to stay.

"Remove these things." She finally said, glaring down at Max and Norm.

"Out!" Neytiri growled. "You have done nothing!" She began picking things up and attempting to shoo the men outside.

"Come on, let's just take a break." Jake said quickly, ducking out the door.

"Okay, hold on! I have to take her IV out!" Norm said, rushing to get everything off of Kiri. You patted his arm in thanks as he made his way outside as well. Ronal was quick in getting her materials ready, beginning the process of a ritual you had never witnessed before. The air was tense as she worked, chanting and calling upon Eywa for aid. It was mesmerizing to watch her, though your focus remained primarily on your sister's face, waiting with baited breath for any sign of consciousness.

Finally, after what felt like years, Kiri's eyes fluttered. Your heart nearly burst out of your chest, leaning forward to grasp her hand.

"You're awake!" You breathed happily, using your free hand to gently caress her forehead, brushing some hair out of the way. Her gaze briefly flickered around the room before she began to cry, causing your heart to clench. Tears welled in your own eyes, and you fought against them, not wanting anything to blur your vision even for a moment.

"Are you ever going to let me out of sight?" Kiri questioned playfully, quirking an eyebrow in your direction. You smiled, shaking your head.

"Nope." The answer was a no-brainer. You quite literally hadn't spent a second away from your twin since she had woken up the previous day. While the rest of your family had fallen back into a semi-normal routine, you were intent upon staying with Kiri all day in the marui, even when she insisted she was feeling just fine.

"I'm not a baby, [Y/N]."

"I didn't say you were."

"Okay, but I'm not fragile either. We can't just stay holed up in here for the rest of our lives." She shot you a pointed look, growing serious.

"I know that," You sighed. "But what if I'm not there if something happens again?" The thought made your blood run cold. "I've already got enough guilt to last the rest of my life." You finished quietly, fidgeting with your fingers. Kiri's eyebrows furrowed.

"Guilt? [Y/N], what happened to me wasn't your fault. I know you think you're responsible for me, but there was nothing you could have done." She placed a hand on your arm and you looked up, meeting her eyes. "Besides, you've been hovering over me this whole time, I can guarantee that you're the world's most devoted sister." She chuckled, though you only felt worse at this, cringing a little. You had been holding in your shame for nearly two days now, and it finally came bursting to the surface in the form of a messy confession.

"I wasn't with you that night, Ki." You bit your lip before continuing. "I mean, I was, but then I started freaking out at everyone because nobody could figure out what was wrong. I only wanted to step out for a little while, just to calm down, you know?" Kiri was listening calmly, hand still resting reassuringly on your arm. "And Ao'nung was out there too, and I was crying and being hysterical and he was actually being nice for once and-"

"Oh my Eywa, he was being nice?!" Kiri's hand shot up to cover her mouth, gasping dramatically. You had to pause to process the fact that she wasn't being serious.

"Very funny, skxawng." You deadpanned. "This is serious!"

"Okay, okay, sorry!" She chuckled. "Please, continue."

"Well.. Actually that's pretty much it. Being around him was like this escape from reality, and I didn't want to go back home because I knew that meant having to think about what would happen if you- If you didn't make it or something." You swallowed thickly.

"Okay... so that's all? The moral of the story is that Ao'nung isn't as much of a douchebag as you thought?"

"No." You huffed. "The moral of the story is that I was being a selfish jerk who didn't bother to check on my sister all night because I was sleeping on the beach next to the aforementioned not-douchebag." Kiri's expression twisted into surprise briefly before she burst out laughing. The colour in your cheeks deepened.

"So I just bare my heart to you and all you can do is laugh at my stupidity?" You groaned, laying your back against the floor as you threw an arm over your eyes. However, Kiri's lighthearted reaction was making you feel a lot better. If she wasn't mad at you then maybe you didn’t have to feel so bad.

"Sorry," Kiri managed between laughs, eventually moving to lay down beside you when she gained some composure. "I just think you’re way too hard on yourself. I mean, sure, falling asleep alone with Ao'nung was a little scandalous, but you didn't really do anything wrong." She turned to her side to face you, propping up on her elbow. You did the same.

"I left you alone." You whispered, and her expression shifted into sympathy.

"You left me with our family, [Y/N]. You left because you needed help. It isn't a crime to react poorly when you're scared." The look she gave you was effective in melting the last of your guilt away, relieving some of the long-held tension in your muscles. You smiled gratefully.

"Thank you, Ki." And she smiled too, both of you taking in the quiet moment together. With Kiri, that moment didn't last too long.

"So, are you and Ao'nung exclusive now, or what?" She grinned as you rolled your eyes.

"Definitely not. Actually... I kind of snapped at him yesterday. Told him that night was a mistake and to leave me alone."

"What! Did you mean alone or alone, alone?" She questioned while you furrowed your brow in confusion.

"I guess at the time I meant alone, alone. I was really mad." You grimaced, remembering the look on Ao'nung's face after you had yelled at him.

"But you didn't mean it?"

"Well, no, I guess not." You shrugged. "But maybe it's a good thing, Ki. Everything that's ever happened between us has been so crazy and messy. It's probably for the best that we just stop trying to be... anything. Friends or otherwise." The words felt like a knife in the gut. You stared down at the ground, trying to convince yourself that you were right.

"You don't mean that." Kiri chided, her brow furrowing as she searched your eyes. "I know we always tease you, but I actually thought you really liked being around him."

I do. You thought painfully. I really do.

"It doesn't matter. He probably hates me now, for real this time." Your eyes darkened at the thought.

The arrival of your birthday was both exciting and deeply irritating. On one hand, you loved that you got to celebrate Kiri, and this time around felt extra special because of what she had just survived only days earlier. It was sort of a celebration of her recovery as well as her birthday. That being said, you hated the fact that people also insisted on celebrating you as well. It’s not that you didn’t appreciate the sentiment, but something about having everyone’s attention on you, showering you with an abundance of love and affection, was just not your thing.

So, when Tuk accidentally let it slip to you and Kiri that there was going to be a surprise party with everyone in the village invited, it was safe to say you were mortified. You had taken the entirety of the afternoon to sit in the sand by yourself and contemplate the best way to avoid the large gathering at all costs.

“You’re not getting out of this, you know.” Neteyam arrived silently from behind you, shooting you a pointed look as he sat down. “Mom and dad have this whole thing planned out. They even got Tonowari and Ronal on board.”

You groaned. “So that’s why this stupid thing is a community event?”

“Tonowari seemed strangely excited to make it into a big celebration.” Neteyam chuckled. “He kept talking about how it’s going to be so much fun to have music and dancing and a whole bunch of food and-”

“Okay, okay, I get it! Why do you insist on torturing me?” You moaned dramatically while Neteyam just laughed.

“Where was Kiri just now?” You changed the subject quickly when you noticed her returning from the village, coming from the opposite direction of your family’s marui. She had told you she was going to nap before the party.

“Oh- um- nowhere.” Neteyam was a notoriously bad liar. You raised an eyebrow, but before you could say anything, you noticed Lo’ak, Tsireya, Rotxo, and Ao’nung appear behind your sister, seemingly following her somewhere. They didn’t seem to notice where you sat, suspiciously watching them go by.

“Okay, what the hell?” You fixed your gaze back on your oldest brother, waiting for an explanation. You knew he had one because he was flushed, clearly trying not to act suspicious.

“I’m not allowed to tell you anything.” He admitted, a nervous laugh leaving his lips.

“Fine.” It took everything in you not to keep badgering him. He may not have been a good liar, but he was not one to tell other people’s secrets. “But if I find out that it has anything to do with my birthday, I’m going to kill you and Lo’ak.”

“What! But it was Kiri’s idea!” Neteyam said offendedly.

“And you and Lo’ak were stupid enough to go along with it,” You quipped. “Plus, it’s her birthday. It’s just bad manners to kill someone on their birthday.”

Neteyam laughed. “Okay, crazy. But it’s your birthday too, you know.”

“Don’t remind me.” You scowled.

“[Y/N]!” Your father called from behind you and Neteyam, squinting in the sunlight as his gaze fixed on the two of you. “Come! We need to get going soon!” He beckoned you over with a hand gesture and you sighed, allowing Neteyam to help pull you upright. You dragged your feet as you walked, hoping to prolong the inevitable.

“Neteyam, will you please get Kiri and Lo’ak?” Jake asked when you got closer, and the boy obediently dashed off in the other direction. Your fingers twitched as you thought about following.

“Don’t even think about it.” Jake laughed, throwing his arm across your shoulders as if to keep you on path with him. You rolled your eyes.

“I wasn’t thinking about anything.”

“Sure you weren’t.”

By the time everyone in your family had been rounded up, the sun had started to sink below the horizon. The darkness was anticipated, however, as a large glowing bonfire had been lit on the sand, casting a surprising amount of light all along the beach. Thankfully, the festivities had begun without any mention of you or Kiri, so you relaxed a little and tried to stay out of the middle of things. It felt more like a community get-together than a birthday party, to which you were grateful. You even started enjoying yourself a bit, eating some of the wonderful food as you soaked in the warmth of the fire and focused on the music through the chatter of the crowd.

“[Y/N]!” You heard someone call and you ripped your gaze from the fire, looking around. Tsireya stood a few feet away, smiling as she held out her hand toward you. “We’ve been looking for you! Come stand with us!” She beckoned, and you tried not to look reluctant as you followed her over to where your friends and siblings were. They had formed a sort of circle and were talking and laughing animatedly as you took a spot between Tsireya and Kiri.

Ao’nung was standing almost directly across from you while he talked with Rotxo, and it was hard to keep yourself from staring at him through the fire light. You'd seen him around the village over the past week, but neither of you had approached the other at all. He hadn’t even looked your way once in that time, which put a tiny crack in your heart. You missed the way he used to devour you with his eyes, the resulting feeling both intimidating and electrifying at the same time.

Just when you were about to look away, he abruptly turned and met your gaze. Something flickered in his eyes, and you convinced yourself you imagined it as the ghost of a smirk played at his lips. Your heart was pounding so hard you could feel it in your throat. So much for missing that feeling.

“[Y/N]?” Kiri nudged you, effectively snapping you out of it. Colour rose to your cheeks, particularly when you didn’t feel Ao’nung’s gaze leave you even as you turned toward Kiri.

“Hm?”

“I said are you having fun?” She was clearly trying to hold in a laugh. You narrowed your eyes.

“I guess this isn’t so bad.” You admitted after a few seconds of silence, glancing around the beach. As your head swivelled, you confirmed through peripheral vision that Ao’nung was still staring at you, though he was now talking casually with Lo’ak and Rotxo. You shivered slightly.

“No one’s wished me happy birthday yet, so I would call that a win.” You smiled a bit, but quickly dropped it when Kiri gave you a nervous grin.

“Don’t kill me, but I overheard dad saying that Tonowari was going to-” As if she had spoken it into existence, Tonowari suddenly called out a request for everyone to quiet down, stepping forward into the middle of the beach, glowing in the firelight.

“My people!” He grinned, spreading his hands wide in greeting. “I am glad to see everyone enjoying tonight’s festivities. While we need no reason to come together and celebrate, I do want to speak on what the celebration tonight is in honour of.” Your heart dropped out of your chest and flopped around pitifully on the sand. Tonowari turned to where you and Kiri stood, grinning widely as he beckoned for the two of you to stand by him. Kiri grabbed your hand, squeezing it lightly. While she smiled and accepted the spotlight gracefully, you imagined your expression resembled dread mixed with painful awkwardness. It was all you could do not to visibly cringe at the hundreds of eyes trained on you. However, only one pair really seemed to pierce directly into you, the intensity of it reminding you of the day you had first arrived here. Just like that day, he appeared to be seeing something about you that no one else was allowed to. It offered you a strange sort of steadiness.

“First, I would like to thank Eywa for the recovery of this young woman!” Tonowari placed a gentle hand on your sister’s shoulder. “We celebrate her health tonight.” You managed a small smile as everyone cheered, sharing a look with Kiri. You gripped her hand a little bit tighter. “And, of course, we thank Eywa for bringing the Sully family here to us. It is hard to accept change, but this has been a welcome one indeed. Join me in celebrating [Y/N] and Kiri on this wonderful day in which they were born!” You could hardly hear the cheers of the crowd as your cheeks burned and your heart pounded in your ears. As grateful as you felt, you didn’t think you could handle the attention much longer. Thankfully, Kiri nodded at Tonowari in thanks and lead you back to your friend group. Your brothers were cackling, practically beside themselves with laughter.

“Y-your face! Oh Eywa that was priceless!” Lo’ak howled. You glared, sticking out your tongue.

“Shut it, dickhead. Just because I don’t enjoy being stared at-” You didn’t get to finish as your brothers loudly cracked up again, holding their stomachs. Even Kiri, Tsireya, and Rotxo couldn’t contain themselves as they joined in. You grinned, shaking your head. “You guys are terrible. I’m going to find Tuk.” You spun on your heel, still laughing to yourself.

You skirted along the outside of the crowd, scanning for your youngest sister, when a hand suddenly grasped your arm, tugging you into the shadows of the trees, out of sight.

“What the hell are you-” You paused upon seeing who was holding onto you. “Oh. It’s you.”

“Don’t sound so disappointed, forest girl.” His eyes danced with a playfulness that you had missed, causing a skip in your heartbeat.

“Ao’nung I-” You were gearing up to apologize. You hadn’t planned on doing so, but you found it impossible not to as you stood across from him.

“Shh. Just follow me.” He turned, sliding his hold on your wrist down to lace his fingers with yours. You stiffened, eyes wide as you stared down at your interlocked hands. “Come on, freak!” He smirked, ignoring your confusion as he impatiently tugged you along. It didn’t take long for you to arrive at one of the little alcoves off the side of the island, just far enough away that you could no longer see the party on the beach and could only faintly hear it in the background over the soft lapping of the waves. You had been in this area plenty of times before, but you had never seen it at night. It was breathtakingly beautiful.

The alcove was cave-like in a way, with large slabs of rock surrounding you and tucking the two of you mostly out of sight. There was little of the glowing vegetation that typically lit up the night on the island, but it didn’t matter because what looked like thousands of tiny glowing stars were embedded in the rock around you, effectively giving the illusion of standing directly next to the sky. You gawked, unable to tear your eyes away from such a magnificent sight.

“I heard you saying that you don’t like people staring.” Ao’nung broke the silence, chuckling a little at your awe. “I figured there’s no one to do that here,” He paused, smirking. “Except me.”

You flushed, remembering the delicate way he was still gripping your hand.

“I though you hated me again.” You said quietly.

“I do hate you.” Your heart dropped at his words, but for some reason he stepped closer, his eyes fixed intently on your face.

“I hate you because of your stupid smile that makes my hands all sweaty. I hate you because you’re the only one who puts up a fight when I tease you. I hate you because you actually drive me insane sometimes, and I hate you because I never know if you want to kiss me or kill me.” He grinned. “But mostly I hate that I don’t hate you. Not even a little bit.”

This felt like a fever dream. You held your breath as if you were going to wake up any second. But you remained where you were, frozen in uncertainty. It seemed the worst time to tease him, so of course, that’s what you did.

“I think you’re drooling.” You whispered, still not entirely sure how to move or think properly in the wake of his confession. He only huffed, ducking down close to your ear in one fluid motion. His warm breath fanned across your throat as he spoke.

“This is what I’m talking about, skxawng. Your inability to be nice,” You hadn’t realized he’d been slowly inching the two of you toward the wall of stone until he gently pressed you into it, one hand moving to grip your waist while the other flattened against the wall next to your head, the only thing holding him up over you. “It's driving me crazy.” The air felt like it had been sucked entirely out of the space between you, both of your chests rising and falling quickly. Despite the way his touch set you on fire, you had goosebumps from the proximity. Everything around you was charged with tension as Ao’nung finally tipped his head back away from your ear, staring at you so hard his pupils were dilated.

“Don’t you want me to apologize for yelling at you the other day?” Your voice came out small, though you’d gained a little confidence. All the time you'd spent convincing yourself that Ao’nung didn’t like you the way liked him was clearly wasted. His ears bent slightly as he smirked.

“Not with words.”

Oh.

“Oh?” You quirked an eyebrow, your breath hitching as Ao’nung pressed closer yet, almost every possible inch of you touching except for your heads, mere millimetres apart. The tension was so delicious that you almost didn’t want to break it.

You broke it anyway, closing the gap between you as you pressed your mouth to his, nearly gasping at the contact. It’s a good thing he’s holding me up, you thought fleetingly, your knees nearly giving out. Your lips fit together perfectly, moving in sync as he looped both arms around you, cinching you to him like he wished for you to meld together. Your hands roamed his chest, eventually making their way up to his neck, feeling the soft baby hairs there and making him groan into the kiss. You smiled.

“Happy birthday, [Y/N].” He whispered against your lips, smirking slightly. Your knees felt weak again. Just when he began pressing open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, something made you both freeze.

“Ewwwwwwww!” Someone who sounded suspiciously like Tuk squealed, followed by a fake retching noise that you often heard Lo’ak make. You whipped your head around, searching through the darkness outside of the alcove, Ao’nung’s grip on you relaxing a bit but not letting go.

“Just get out of these stupid bushes, guys. They know we’re here.” Neteyam grumbled, and finally everyone came into view from the greenery they had been hiding in. You gaped. Neteyam, Tuk, Kiri, Rotxo, Tsireya, and Lo’ak were all there.

“Oh my Eywa, tell me you did not just see all of that!” You gasped, fighting the urge to rip out of Ao’nung’s grasp. In response, Lo’ak grinned before putting on a stupid face.

“Oh, [Y/N]. I hate that I don’t hate you! Oh, Ao’nung, don’t you want me to apologize?” His imitation of your voices was horrendous. “Not with words… mwah mwah mwah…” Lo’ak had wrapped his arms around himself and turned around, crudely imitating a kiss. Tsireya smacked him on the shoulder, giving him a look, though her and the others were holding back laughter.

“Why the hell did you follow us here?” You questioned angrily before remembering the earlier events of the day. You snapped your head toward Neteyam.

“Is this what they were planning earlier?!” You raged, about to stomp over to him to give him a piece of your mind. Ao’nung pulled you back.

“Yes. Your sister explained to me how you were feeling and said she wanted to help me make peace with you. We all came up with the idea to take you here to talk and get away from all of your birthday stuff.” He paused, assessing your still fuming expression. “But I swear I didn’t know they were going to come spy on us!” He hissed, glaring at everyone.

“It’s not our fault you two decided to start sucking face!” Lo’ak cried.

“We just wanted to see if you guys would apologize and be friends again.” Kiri piped up, and you knew she was telling the truth. You softened.

“Well, I guess it worked.” You shook your head, smiling in spite of yourself. Beside you, Ao’nung smiled too, a real, genuine smile. Lo’ak made another gagging noise.

“Literally kill me. You guys are disgusting. Can’t you just go back to being frenemies or something?”

“Lo’ak, if you keep being a moron then I’m going to have to tell mom and dad about what you and Tsireya get up to when-”

“Okay, okay! Geez! Why does everyone have to know my business, damn!”

Everyone laughed and began turning toward the party, slowly making their way back. You and Ao’nung trailed behind, his arm slung around your waist as you walked.

“So how does it feel to be with the most attractive guy in the world?” He smirked cockily. You just scoffed.

“I wouldn’t know.” You earned a playful shove from him, laughing.

“You’re actually the worst.” Ao’nung grinned, shaking his head.

“I know you are, but what am I?”

“An annoying little brat, then.”

You gasped, faking offence. “Rude!”

“That’s what you love about me.”

You pretend to think for a moment. “Mm, nope. Don’t think so.” You concluded, laughing loudly as Ao’nung growled playfully, stopping both of you in your tracks. He turned toward you, capturing your face entirely in his large hands.

“Take it back.”

“No thanks.” You grinned arrogantly.

“C’mon, love. Just admit that you can’t get enough of me.” You shivered at the nickname, and he smirked. That stupid little smirk. It had gotten you into a whole world of trouble. But maybe it was worth it?

He leaned in, pressing a quick, but heated kiss to your lips.

Yes, definitely worth it.

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ohanthonytomallamadingdong · 1 month ago

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OOOOOHHHHH MY GOODNESS OMG OH MY LORD IN HEAVEN MY GOD ALMIGHTY I NEED HELP I HAVE I MEAN I CANT I MEAN WHATTT IS HAPPENJNG EVERYTHING IS OCCURRING WHT THE FKKKKK HOLY GUACAMOLE HOLY SHIIIIIIITTTTT

ok so now that that’s out of the way: thoughts on Queen of Shadows through chap 65

- Lorcan: “All those years we worked together, killed men and bedded females together?” ???????? together??????? bed- together?????

- on that same note— confirmed bisexual Lysandra AND Aedion!!!!!!!! my loves

- ((a continuation of my fav characters always either giving hella bi vibes or being canonically bi))

- they’re gonna end up together and be the “bi woman who prefers women and bi man who prefers men end up together to everyone’s confusion including their own”

- SHAPESHIFTER LYSANDRA

- knew there was no was she was a basic bitch human

- no hate to my basic bitch human Nesryn Faliq *kisses her on the head and tucks her in*

- Chaol FINALLY realizing Aelin was kinda right but JUST WHEN we as readers realize DORIAN IS STILL THERE!!!!! HES THERE I PROMISE WAIT GIVE HIM A MINUTE PLEASE

- Manon’s eyes

- they have Power

- Manon and Dorian have a lil smth smth but i can’t tell if it’s just bc these two seem to have a lil smth smth w everyone or bc they actually have a lil smth smth

- the entire bit w Dorian and Manon and then the 13 vs the Squad and then Rowan saving Aelin but getting hit and then Aelin and Manon’s fight and then Aelin saving Manon and ASTERIN’S SCREAM

- i am— ded

- ASTERIN

- ASTERIN PLZ

- no but fr that line about Asterin’s heart and her wildness being born of despair so deep actually is living rent free i haven’t been able to stop thinking about it

- and Manon FINALLY having that come to Jesus moment where she realizes she has to Do Something about her grandmother and it being bc of Asterin is something that can be so personal

- Aelin saving Manon bc of Asterin’s scream and how she couldn’t bear to take someone away who was cared for that deeply hits so hard like I’m getting the same feelings from Aelin lately that i got when reading The Assassin’s Blade

- Aelin being dark and broody and mean and cold when she needs to but despite that always always ALWAYS being kind and warm and supportive and HUMAN, freeing slaves and comforting children like Evangeline and saving Lysandra (both from imprisonment and from Clarisse) and telling Chaol she’s sorry and he deserves to be happy

- speaking of Evangeline I’m OBSESSED w how Aelin was like “go forth young hellion and bother Aedion and Rowan, two very large, very powerful, very scary fae warriors, with your eleven-year-old sass” and Evangeline DID SO HAPPILY

- Rowan picking up Evangeline and comforting her and Evangeline immediately turning into him for comfort despite his intimidating presence

- like that’s their CHILD

- by “their” i mean everyone

- Evangeline has four parents thx

- Lysandra’s reaction to being freed of her debts!!! her relationship w Aelin is so *chef’s kiss* i LOVE GENUINE SUPPORTIVE BEAUTIFUL FEMALE FRIENDSHIPS YAAAAAASSSS

- two queens getting together and discussing how to maximize their joint slay INDEED

- please get Manon in there i BEG

- anyway onto other Very Important Things:

- THE GOLD NIGHTGOWN I- WHAT- WHAIFIW I CANT HELP /&/&; PLEASE OMG—- I NEE I MEAN WHAT!????!!??!?

- AND THEN THEY JUST *light peck* *goes to sleep* WASAASATTR???? *SHAKING THE BARS OF MY CAGE* SARAH J MAAS I HAVR BONE TO PIK W YUO

- on a calmer more sane note i love the way Aelin and Rowan’s relationship is being built up

- like it’s not them denying denying denying and pushing it all down only to explode in a fiery mess of passion all at once

- instead they’re going into all this very deliberately and softly

- they’re so open and connected that they’re able to communicate that they want each other but also recognize when it’s the right time to move forward and they don’t let it overwhelm them because they’re so secure in each other they KNOW they’ll still be there for each other in another hour another day another week another year so there’s no need to rush other than the imminent danger they’re facing but they’re going slow so each next step is a promise that they WILL SURVIVE because they HAVE TO because they WILL TAKE THAT NEXT STEP

- anyway yeah i have Feelings

#throne of glass #sarah j maas #queen of shadows #aelin galythinius #aedion ashryver #rowan whitethorn #manon blackbeak #reading tog #CAN SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ELIDE #SHES IN A BIT OF A SITUATION #HELLOOOOO????#HELP MY BABY

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felassan · 1 year ago

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DRAGON AGE: SOUNDTRACK 4LP BOX SET - DISC 4 SIDE A (BONUS DLC TRACKS) 1. I AM THE ONE (DARK FANTASY VERSION) [DRAGON AGE: ORIGINS] (4:10) 2. MAIN THEME [DAI DESCENT DLC] (2:58) 3. AFTERMATH [DAI DESCENT DLC] (1:29) 4. DARK SOLAS THEME [DAI TRESPASSER DLC] (3:01) 5. QUNARI ATMOSPHERE [DAI TRESPASSER DLC] (2:41) 6. LOST ELF THEME [DAI TRESPASSER DLC] (3:58) 7. D'READ KODA (1:08) [HIDDEN TRACK]

I find the arrangement of the tracks on Disc 4 Side A "Bonus DLC Tracks" in the Dragon Age OST vinyl interesting. it's called "Bonus DLC Tracks" but the first track it features is "I Am The One (Dark Fantasy Version)", which isn't from DLC, it's from basegame DA:O, and ofc the last track is new. this disc is the only one of the discs to include songs from multiple games (and not even just two, but three: DA:O, DA:I and DA:D, assuming that "D'Read Koda" is from or tied to DA:D). and the order the Trespasser tracks are included in is different to the order they appear in on the Trespasser OST, at least going by the Trevor Morris album (on there it's Dark Solas Theme, Lost Elf Theme, Qunari Atmosphere). I wanna say that the way it was arranged was intentional, like the specific arrangement of the tracks on this disc is like hinting at telling a sort of a story or a tease. he's lost, and then things come to an end (his story and.. something else?). a passage of music that brings the music to a close (coda), that brings a piece or movement to an end. I think of when Flemythal said

Alas, so long as the music plays, we dance.

and when Solas said

I walk the dinan'shiral. There is only death on this journey. [death is an end, and it can be a metaphor for the end of something too]

my eye is also drawn to:

I am the One (Dark fantasy version) [...] Dark Solas theme

especially since there's a different version of I Am The One ("High fantasy version") that could have gone in there instead (which as the second song on the DA:O OST, the high fantasy version is more of a 'where this all began' song).

the idea that "I Am The One" is about Solas/Fen'Harel and what happened in ancient Elvhenan (and what his intention is in the future) is a common fan theory, and not a new one. [link to English translation of the lyrics] the lyrics could be applied to a lot of things, or nothing at all, but back then there was a war (both within the Evanuris and one they fought before that), a divide between the gods, the sky was held back/there was great destruction when the Veil was raised (but despite that there was a flicker of hope in that the elves were freed from the Evanuris), the nature of time for the ancient elves was changed (elven immortality/mortality), he references the potential for the world now to burn in the raw chaos if he succeeds, In Your Heart Shall Burn/From The Ashes etc. he ended up being one of the only survivors who lived on from the event and fears dying alone, is one of the only elves in modern Thedas who remembers, he's asked for and turned to for guidance at various points (Lasa ghilan / Ma ghilana mir din'an / Ma ghilana, vhenan / Fen'Harel ma ghilana), he believes he's the only one who can fix it now in the modern day, etc.

listening again to D'Read Koda, the echo-y, pulsing aspect and how it rises to a crescendo reminds me of the music in the Dread Wolf Rises teaser (which is still such a banger). and the discordant notes remind me of the same here and here in the 2020 trailer music. the 'discordant note' hook is also present here in the in-game cinematic (also at the start and throughout it sort of underpinning it), and the general ominous atmosphere of the 'koda' also echoes that of the various bits of music we've heard in trailers and the in-game cinematic before.

anyways, since I don't have a vinyl player I made the tracks as a lil playlist for myself on Spotify and have been listening to that then playing one of the videos with the D'Read Koda audio in it (since ofc it isn't on Spotify rn) to have the same effect, and it's interesting.

#dragon age: dreadwolf #dragon age 4 #the dread wolf rises #da4 #dragon age #bioware #video games #solas #mj and the world #dragon age the veilguard spoilers #(tag due to the bit of comment on the sound of d'read koda)#long post #longpost #mj meta #just speculation for fun :)#btw someone pls post photos of each page of the album/booklet art pieces pls 🕯️🕯️

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loganthrives · 16 days ago

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Just going where the hyperfixations take me I guess

Hey y'all, sorry its been a while. Wanted to do a lil personal update post. Under the cut to spare your dash in case you don't want to read my nonsense:

You might've noticed that I've really pulled back on social media lately. Tumblr is the only platform that I check even semi-regularly anymore, and the last two months its been not even a thought in my head to check it for the most part. Like, I went from checking it 2-3 times daily to not checking it for a week or more at a time, and not even noticing the change myself until recently.

This hiatus has only been semi-intentional - on the one hand, I am very easily emotionally impacted by the horrors of the world (ADHD emotional hyperarousal and justice sensitivity), and so I needed to take a biiig step back for my own mental health so I wouldn't go down yet another depressive spiral. That's had some mixed results for me, because obviously I can't just bury my head in the sand to pretend that the horrors are going to go away on their own, and I can't easily stop myself from caring about them either.

Just to be absolutely abundantly clear on my position, I still care about Palestine and want to see it freed from violence and restored. Black lives still matter and will always matter. Free Sudan and free the Congo.

I just... Being vocal about the problems of the world takes a lot more out of me than I myself often realize, and sometimes I need to/am forced to hibernate and rest my voice for a bit. Because I can be loud, and I can be belligerent and unforgiving as fuck when it comes to actual human rights abuses and literal genocide, but I am only one mentally ill and disabled queer person in Canada. I can only do so much and my voice can only go so far.

And, yeah, I know about the US election results. I've been posting a shitton of hopefully helpful links and resources to cure ballots, get your passports in order, and other support and resources for my American friends. I am also looking into asylum in Canada and how that works, and how it might potentially be extended to American expats in the future. I've already got one person I'm inviting to live with me as soon as they can get themself up here, but I might have to do more work and research before I can open my doors for more.

It hurts me on a very deep level that my impact is so sharply limited. I don't even have money I can donate anymore - all my roommates have left and I still haven't gotten this house renovated and ready for sale, so it feels like every month I'm walking on thin ice to make my bills work and still somehow feed myself. Part of me wonders whether I shouldn't just post rooms for rent again but then I definitely can't do the renovation work that needs to be done because it involves tearing out the main bathroom. Can't rent to people legally if I can't give them access to a shower or a tub. I feel stuck and unable to progress.

So, while I've been hibernating on my activism, I've been distracting myself with work and with Final Fantasy 14. I accidentally built a whole community where we do stuff together almost nightly, and its been a very inviting and fun distraction from everything. I honestly enjoy it probably a bit too much, and I'm actually getting to do the endgame stuff and content that I never got to do with any of my previous FCs, either because they were busy doing other stuff like running clubs and venues or because they were hyper toxic and constantly talked down to me about how bad they felt I was at the game. I was never bad at the game I just needed someone who had the patience to help me learn and not look down on me for every little mistake I made, and so I went and found a couple of someones who could do that for me, and now I'm basically running this shit myself.

I haven't been doing a ton of writing, though I've been thinking about my FF14 fic more than anything. Apologies again for anyone who was looking forward to more updates to my Undertale fics, and for all the writing I've promised and failed to deliver on 🥺 I stopped posting updates to Tumblr about my fic because I think most people aren't super into named WoL self-insert fics, but I still post the updates to my Discord.

If you made it this far and for some reason want to hang out with me, here's a link for my old Not Your Doll discord - https://discord.gg/G2QSa3c7wH . Its still active once in a blue moon and I post my fic updates to it, along with my activism rants and any links/things I want to share to either make you smile or laugh, or important info I think should be shared. It is also a mental health/vent space for those who need it.

If you'd like to hang out with me in FF14, my homeworld is Dynamis Rafflesia and I have the Thrives FC <THRVS>, feel free to message me ingame (character name is Logan Thrives) or submit an app to my small FC if you'd like to join up. I'm going to try and run consistent treasure map parties every other Saturday once mogtomes are over for characters who are level 60+ and have at least completed Heavensward. There is an FC Discord as well where I do all my events and things but its not exclusive to FC members and many friends have joined it. I'll give that link out privately to anyone who plays and is interested in joining my community.

Thanks for reading all my nonsense and for still sticking around and supporting me, even though I've been so inactive and quiet. I can't make any promised I know I'm not going to keep, but I do hope to return to writing and to being more active on here at some point. I do genuinely miss it.

Have a Nora pic for making it this far:

My baby girl will be ten years old in January 💜

#personal #update #free palestine #activism #depression #discord

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justajsworkshop · 2 months ago

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honest share with you all (i dunno. low-key vent?).

look, i know i'm not talking about all this from the place of "my ideal," but idk. i want to write this for me and for you because it feels nice to get it off my chest, and also i just want you to know that finding certain things more challenging than others doesn't mean you suck at manifesting.

there is zero point to all of this. it's just a long ass stream of consciousness. you do not have to read it or read it all the way to the end. like, spare yourself. lmaooooo.

the two areas i've found the most challenging in my journey are my cat's health and money. i am a very powerful manifestor. sometimes, manifesting felt easier before discovering the law, ngl. because i wasn't trying to intellectualize it; it was just happening.

but since discovering the law, my health has been freakishly easy to improve since i've been able to curb how i talk to myself about my body. interactions with desired people also come pretty naturally to me, too. tho, i don't really want that much from other people. so, i think that's part of it. i rarely dwell in desire with my personal relationships.

before the law, i manifested a new standing desk just by obsessing over what kind i wanted... browsing amazon for waaaay too long every day until one day, i walked outside and saw one on the sidewalk that fit all my desires. (ppl leave furniture for others to take around here all the time.)

^ and this is why i say you don't need to feel it real or anything. if you keep putting something within your awareness, it will materialize. i didn't even consider a certain desk "mine." i just keep obsessing over what kind to get.

other times, i'd just think "huh, this would be nice." and it would come into fruition without any further effort on my part. like i got a new shower head literally delivered and installed without needing to pay for anything or ask anyone just because i wanted a detachable one. a short bit later, the gas company knocked on my door, and i had a new shower head. plus, the water pressure/heat dramatically improved. it was all something i'd thought would be nice but put no conscious effort into "making happen."

i can and have manifested massive windfalls of money, amazing job opportunities, and great financial outcomes; i've done it before many times. but tbh, consistency with this? being able to trust in it? it hasn't always been easy for me, and this is one gap the law has helped me fill. i used to give a lot of power to the method or my feeling state or whether to think about it or not think about it, etc.

recently, i've been feeling immense relief being able to experience my finances as i desire them to be in imagination. it's been nice. i am SO abundant! so, when appearances show me something different, i just go back to my imaginal experience and be who i want to be. or maybe i'll just remind myself that it's all ok, that i'm ok, that it'll all be ok. or i'll ask myself "what if the money has always been there?" and i chuckle and smile because i know it has been.

i gently remind my anxiety we're no longer in egypt: we've been freed. my linear mind wants to sound off that the house in on fire rn, ngl. but i find so much peace in remembering that i'm not what i experience with my physical body. reality isn't what these physical eyes see or what these physical ear hear. i'm the awareness through which all experiences i can ever desire to experience pass through, so i feed my awareness with wonderful experiences.

i worry about my cat a lot because, yknow, he's my lil guy. he's my whole world. and i've been able to manifest good health for him in certain areas; it's just this one that's been more challenging for me.

idk, it's like this chew toy my anxiety will not let go of, and i'm like, bruh, why are you holding onto this? we don't enjoy it!! (using "we" language here because i tend to take an internal family systems approach to how i experience myself, observing different parts of me while knowing it's all me.)

but anyway—i know i'm entirely the source of my suffering here, jfc. it almost... makes me laugh rn as i write it tho?? the sheer absurdity of the mind to insist, insist, insist on this one experience that it KNOWS it doesn't like. like, my dude, there's an infinite feast available. why do you keep eating this terrible food??? pls, i beg of you. it's so silly? i finally just booked a vet appointment for him, the one i probably should have done months ago, and now it's a game of being like "alright, money. do your thing. jump in my bank account."

it's so fucking dumb because i'm literally masterful at manifesting money, and yet i pretend i can't for some stupid psyche/ego reason. doesn't matter either way because i still imagine myself as i'd like to be even if the physical mind is being a right wanker. lmfao. but when i immerse myself in imagination, i don't see how i couldn't be my desired self because there i am!

thank god thoughts alone don't manifest because i've thought some HORRIBLE SHIT in the past few days, but guess who's still here, kicking around, and doing just fine? me (and my cat).

i no longer desire to shift. i experience my DR all the time imaginally. you can't tell me i haven't shifted because i've done it dozens of times now, and i love it. i started affirming i'm not tapping into the void state/point consciousness during meditation, and it's allowed me to enjoy evening meditation again. i can just be instead of trying for anything. thank goodness.

so, i dunno. i'm sorry you read this, but i did warn you it was pointless lololol. this is just a random update on stuff i've been up to but in a less polished version than you usually get.

i hope you're doing well. i imagine you well. may life surprise you with many wonderful gifts today. <3

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theflavourofsunrise · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Tachihara Michizou x Akutagawa Gin

*Unbreakable love*

WARNING: CONTAINS A BIT OF MANGA AND ANIME SPOILERS

♡light angst, romance, fluff, fantasizing, break up and make up, slightly suggestive♡

Gold is precious only for the fools, they consider it valuable and think, that it can warm their heart. It's never a jewelry of gold, that makes the soul brighten up, it's always the meaning we choose to give to it. In the end gold is just a cold metal.

She was terribly scared of her own voice. It felt so surreal to hear herself like this or actually in general, to hear her pain becoming sound through the storm of her tears. Crying, she was crying. This wasn't a nightmare, this was the sharp reality making her tremble. Her brother looked at her in disbelief and frustration. He wasn't used to witnessing such overflowing expression of emotions from her. What should he say or do now? So confusing, no this is allready making him angry actually. He suddenly stepped closer to her and grabbed her fists, trying to unclench them. She was holding so forcefully a gold necklace with a little heart shaped pendant. The delicate chain was cutting mercilessly into her soft skin, because of the exagerated tightness of her grip on it. She wanted to destroy it, simply just throwing it away to get rid of it wouldn't be enough. But she hasn't got the ability to do so, the one who gave her this necklace could have done it easily, he is the one with the special ability of controling metal.

-Enough, Gin - her brother spoke up finally, he was incredibly harsh, his voice held no trace of empathy, not even a little drop of pity - he is a traitor, we, in the Mafia, we depise such worms. Got it??

Gin only opened her fists to drop the necklace to the floor to step on it hyterically.

-Stop it!! Listen to me and try to behave yourself! Where is my badass and confident lil sis now??

-Confident? Do you really think, that i am confident?? I am just trying my best, it is very hard tho, to not break down, to hide my shy nature in the disguise of roughness. I am totally broken now...-her tone was insicure and suffocated by her loud sobs and newly freed salty rivers of endless tears, but she went on - I don't give a damn, about the fact, that he betrayed the Mafia, he betrayed my heart, that's what matters to me.

-Oh don't be so pathetic, he stabbed you. Do you think he did care about you??-Akutagawa was now shouting between coughs.

-My heart hurts a lot more, than my body could ever do.-Gin put an end to the conversation by walking out ot the room and leaving her brother with many suspicions rising in his mind.

Akutagawa mumbled to himself "maybe there was something more between them"

...

***

Tachihara ripped of the bandaid from the bridge of his nose and angrily tossed it in the trash. Then he took of his uniform cape, step by step getting out of his clothes in front of the mirror made him only more and more frustrated. Breaking the mirror wouldn't help, there would be only a huge mess to clean up and he, the image of himself, that he hated so much, that would remain. Being such a delusion to everyone felt like an obstacle made of an unbreakable material keeping him away from happiness and fullfillment. Yes, a troublesome disappointment, now not just to his family, but to Gin too...

-Anybody deserves someone better than me- he wispered slowly to his reflection in the mirror. He went on with a shaky hint in his voice - but she loved me or at least she loved something in me. She never compared me to anybody, i never felt the urge to be different just to avoid being what I knew I couldn't be, because she never expected me to be something else.

His realization took him back through the labyrinth of memories to moments, when she inocently kissed his nose and sincerly smiled at him while taking their usual Sunday morning walk in the woods. His Gin, the Gin he felt only he knew, when pinning her down on the ground, tossing away the food and their belonging on the picnic blanket to feel every inch of her under himself. To press himself against her body, impossibly close, to cancel forever the distance between them, the distance, that grow and grow by every day that passed.

***

Gin was laying awake in her bed, she was waiting for the sunrays to arrive through the curtains to paint her room in a soft pink glow. It happened more and more often, that she woke up so early, that it was still completly dark outside, so she stayed in bed waiting for something she can't put into words or contemplating his absence. Missing so badly the mornings when she woke up next to him, this feeling draw scars into her heart, wounds that deepened by every day that passed. The sunrise was shining in a totally different way when she found herself between his arms. Gin was used to silence, but comfortable silence was a whole new thing. She never thought or could have imagined, how the absence of words between two human beings can feel so comfortable, how can someone not demand or try to drag words out of her. Paradoxally this freedom made her wanting to talk to him more than to anyone else.

Having Tachihara in her life felt like needing less her diary, most of what needed to be said wasn't caged only in writing as before, but grew wings and found its path to the outside world. She was amazed how easily she can talk to him, but now her words seemed to lost the map again. Her silence was like before, a burden of shyness and a protection of her real essence.

Gin realized, how she was restraining herself in one corner of the bed as if she wasn't alone. She reached her arm out to touch the nothingness, the empty space next to her, the coldness. She closed her eyes and held onto the sheets, will it ever happen again? Will she ever have the chance to feel his gentle touch, a feather like smoothness reserved only to her? In the bitter sweet fantasies of her heart, he was now brushing away a strand of smooth long black hair to expose her neck just to kiss it sweetly, while redrawing her curves with nearly ticklish caresses. But the goosebumps never arrived, niether the playful bites after the kisses on her neck. Only an unpleasant shivering jolted her back to reality, Tachihara wasn't there and most likely he will never ever be again in her bed.

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-So many of them, now how am I supposed to find that one?- Tachihara sighed painfully standing on the bridge with all the locks of lovers of the past and present. Now after what Fukuchi did to him, he wasn't used to using more his other senses rather than his vision. He felt so lost, slowly he knelt down to be closer to the locks and started touching them one by one. He tried to find that little green one with their initals and a symbol of infinity... Time seemed to flow in a dizzy hurry and the setting Sun allready dipped in the river, bringing an orange glow to the surface of the water. People passed through the bridge giving pityful looks to the man desperatly searching between the locks. But they went on with their lives, because nobody truly has space in them or interest regarding someone else's suffering. Only one person stood across the bridge, never looking away. A girl in a flowy white dress, with long black locks. Gin's hair wasn't in the usual bun, she let it down, allowing the wind to play with it. It was such an ironic coincidence , that she came here too today...the exact same day Tachihara did. She wanted to run to him right away after noticing him. But she felt glued to the ground, her whole body felt so unbearably heavy. What wasn't letting her move? Her heart was supressed by her crazily racing mind, how can she trust him again? Until her body gave in and she walked up to him, she kneeled down too and reached out to softly squueze his hand. Tachinara tensed up, because of the sudden touch and instantly recognized her. He wouldn't have believed it was her, is she wasn't touching him. It was real, her hand on his hand was real, no doubt. Like a dream, but real.

-Gin, I am sorry, I will find it soon sure and I can take it off easily

...just..sorry-his voice trailed off.

-Shh, darling, it is here, i found it, but let it there.-she leaned closer to him, her warm breath fanning over his skin.

-Why? Aren't you mad to me? I thought you-but she interrupeted him.

-Tachihara, I am really so mad, but I can't-she paused- i can't stop loving you. She brought his hand over the little lock to make him trace their initials and the symbol of infinity. His fingers trembled slightly while recognizing the forms. And after a while he brought his hand up to her cheeks:

-Gin-chan, my love. Forgive me, i can easily betray any organization, but I can never betray you. No order can be above the love i feel for you.-he ended his confession with locking his lips with hers in the sweetest kiss of the promise of never letting down each other ever again.

#bungou sd #bungo stray dogs season 4 #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs manga #bungou stray dogs anime #bsd tachihara #tachihara michizou #bungo stray dogs tachihara #tachihara x gin #gin akutagawa #akutagawa ryuunosuke #port mafia #gin bsd #bsd angst #bsd fluff

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muddyhandss · 10 months ago

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*Clears Throat*

“The moon was gone, but to the magician's eyes the unicorn was the moon, cold and white and very old, lighting his way to safety, or to madness.”

That was the first one that started the AU ideas but there's a few more (They do lean a bit more toward Gale's POV)

[Disclaimer it's been a hot few years since I've actually watched this movie and I didn't read the book myself but I think I remember most of the context to things]

I know Astarion got associated with Molly's quote of the "Where were you twenty years ago, ten years ago..."

But slap a Bloodweave AU onto this and

Astarion = The Unicorn Gale = Schmendrick the Magician

Which gives you these quotes:

Unicorn: You may come with me if you like, though I wish you'd asked for some other reward for having freed me. Schmendrick the Magician: Well, I thought about it, but you could never have granted my true wish. Unicorn: No. I cannot turn you into something you are not. I cannot turn you into a true magician. Schmendrick the Magician: That's all right, don't worry about it. Unicorn: I'm not.

The Unicorn: I'm looking for others like me. Have you seen them, Magician? Schmendrick: No, I've never seen anyone like you. Not while I was awake, anyway.

Unicorn: Who are you? Schmendrick: I am called Schmendrick, the Magician. Uh… you won't have heard of me.

Haggard = Cazador

King Haggard: I like to watch them. They fill me with joy. The first I felt it I thought I was going to die. I said to the Red Bull I must have them, all of them, all there are. For nothing makes me happy but their shining and their grace. So the Red Bull caught them. Each time I see the unicorns, my unicorns, it is like that morning in the woods and I am truly young, in spite of myself.

King Haggard: A master magician has not made me happy. I will see what an incompetent one can do.

No idea who'd fill Molly's role but replace 'a real magician' with 'mystra's forgiveness' and it's just the 'I choose you' not blowing up the orb talk

Molly Grue: You don't care! You don't care what happens to [The Unicorn] or to the others, just so you're a real magician at last. You don't care- Schmendrick: I wish I didn't care! I wish to God I didn't care about anything but my magic! But I do! I do.

Molly Grue: Please! Please do something! Schmendrick the Magician: What can I do? Do you think the Red Bull likes card tricks? If I could, I would change her into some other creature, some beast too humble for the Bull to be concerned with. But that would take a real magician with real magic, and I can't pretend anymore…

There's a few more but I could ramble a lil to long about how I could see this AU playing out so I'll spare the rest of that brainrot and the context dump of the actual movie required to explain half of it

Bloodweave enjoyers really need to look into more of the Last Unicorn quotes

#bloodweave #astarion #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #bg3 astarion #bg3 gale #bg3 au #astarion ancunin #bg3 #baulders gate 3

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saetoru · 2 years ago

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Tee :( wanna be Lucifer’s sweet lil gf who makes sure he takes breaks and does nice things for him while he’s working hard! like bringing him snacks….or sucking him off under his desk or riding him in his big comfy office chair ♥️♥️♥️♥️

-@barbabetos

#𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 — 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑.

tags: nsfw 18+, gn! reader, blow jobs, cum swallowing

notes: GRAYYY YOU SPOIL ME WITH THE BEST THIRSTS

he knows you’re there before you can even think to sneak up on him—lucifer’s always been rather good at knowing just when you’ll show up. you walk up to him, a pout on your face as he turns his head over his shoulder.

“you ruin everything. it was supposed to be a surprise,” you huff, pulling a quiet chuckle out of him as you set down the plate in your hand on his desk, a fresh poison apple made just for him. he tilts his head to the side as you lean in, letting you kiss his cheek in greeting before he turns to face you.

“well, it seems you’re rather bad at keeping yourself hidden,” he teases, “which means i’m not to blame.”

rolling your eyes, you pout deeper, making him smirk before he lands a soft peck on your lips, pulling away and meeting your eyes as you stare back at him.

he’s been at it for a while—you can tell from the way his hair’s a little messy from his fingers running through the strands as he rereads lines, from the way his cloak is hung around the chair and the first few buttons of his shirt are undone. he’s stressed, and he’s tired, you know now isn’t exactly the best time, but you can’t help but think of his appearance like this in other settings.

but then again…this might not be the worst timing—you think it’ll be good for helping him blow off a little steam.

“lucky for you, i have another surprise,” you whisper, voice taking on a sultrier tone as you seat yourself on his lap, a finger trailing along his jaw to smooth down the exposed bit of his chest, making his jaw clench just the slightest bit as he shifts in his chair. “i think you’ll really appreciate it,” you breathe against his ear.

lucifer likes to think he’s a man of composure—he likes to think a mere human has no ability to take that away from him. but then you shift a little higher up his thigh, and his pants tighten just a little.

“ah, is it news from lord diavolo that i no longer need to do this paperwork?” he asks, pretending to be oblivious, like your advances don’t even phase him.

but you know better, you know flushed cheeks and a strained voice when you hear one.

“mm, no,” you hum, trailing your lips along his jaw, pressing sweet kisses into his skin and feeling his hands grip tightly at your waist, “but, i’d go as far as to say that it’s better.”

“well then, i’ll be the judge of that,” he says lowly, and almost instantly, as if his words are the permission you need, you push his chair back and drop to your knees, spreading his legs as you shuffle in between them.

his bulge is prominent now, straining against his slacks and aching to be freed. you earn a hiss from his as your palm rubs over his clothed erection, making him throw you a slight glare in a warning. you shoot him a cheeky smile—and you’ve always been a bit brave, always tested lucifer with your need to be stubborn.

“you seem pretty excited,” you tease, earning a growl from him as he pulls his pants and boxers down in one go, revealing his hardened cock as it springs free. there’s pre cum dribbling from his slit, his tip swollen and red and angry, aching to feel you.

“you would do good to know i am not a patient man,” he warns lowly—and before he can say his next words, he cuts himself off with a groan, watching as your hand fists his cock and strokes him slowly.

he thrusts into your fist, fucking into your hand before he bites his bottom lip, hand falling on top of your head as your lips wrap around his tip and your tongue glides through his slit. you take him in your mouth, inch by inch, staring up at him with doe eyes as his head drops back against his chair, loose strands of hair falling to curtain his forehead. “fuck, that’s it,” he grunts, gloved hand gently pushing your head down to take him deeper.

you moan around his cock at the salty taste of his skin, tongue gliding down the thick vein on the underside as you bob your head up and down, spit drooling down your chin and tears prickling at your eyes as you take him as deep as you can. and lucifer is big, probably the biggest you’ve had—he’s the eldest, after all, and he comes first in a lot more than just strength.

“f-fuck, like that,” he pants, “who would’ve thought a h-human could be so skilled,” he taunts playfully, smirking down at you in amusement when you glare up at him, but his eyes instantly flutter shut as he chokes on a moan when you suck a little harder around his stiff length. his hips are bucking upwards by now, soft pants ringing through the room as his knuckles turn white from the tight grip he has on the arms of his chair.

“sh-shit, feels so good, love. so pretty for me—only me,” he stutters through moans, chest rising and falling rapidly, sweat glistening on the exposed portion of his chest and hair falling down his face messier as he runs his fingers through them and tugs at the roots. “thought of me didn’t you? so sweet, m-making my favorite—don’t ever think about doing the same for my brothers.”

and he’s always been a tad bit on the jealous side, though he hides it well, and you know better than anyone that lucifer’s pride is fiercer than anything else in devildom. he wants you as his, so you hum around him, almost in confirmation, making him exhale shakily as you rub his thigh.

his cock is pulsing, balls heavy and ready to release—and then your hand reaches to fondle with them as you swirl your tongue around his tip, making his composure slip completely, a light gasp that turns into a wanton moan bubbling from his throat. his hips rut into your mouth desperately now, chasing his orgasm as he grunts out your name.

“s-so good, feels so good,” he chants, “i—fuck—i’m gonna cum.” almost instantly, you feel his cock twitch against your tongue, ropes of cum painting your mouth as you swallow around him, trying to catch every drop. he moans brokenly, hips slamming upwards and thrusting into you, riding out his high desperately as choked grunts of your name and incoherent strings of curses echo through the room.

he slumps against his chair, still panting to catch his breath when you pop off his length, pressing a kiss to his softening member and making him scoff with a lighthearted roll of his eyes.

“see? wasn’t that a better surprise?” you bat your lashes up at him, letting his hand cup your cheek and wipe at a drop of cum trailing down your chin with his thumb. he pushes it back past your lips, smiling when you swallow—because you’re sweet, his sweet little human, pliant and willing even if a tad bit stubborn at times.

“you’re right,” he chuckles, “it was a very pleasant surprise. but i’m afraid all this has left me rather…hungry.”

you beam, and his eyes glint with amusement. “i thought you would be,” you say proudly, “and that is why i made you a nice poison apple to snack on—oh,” you gasp, cutting yourself off as you feel your back hit cool wood. lucifer sprawls you gently to lay over his desk, his papers swept away in a rush before he kneels between your own legs, a searing kiss pressed to the inside of your thigh.

“perhaps i’ll have that later,” he purs, “right now, i crave something different.”

#teepods.writings #thirstee!#thirsts.#lucifer x reader #lucifer x mc #lucifer x you #lucifer smut #obey me x reader #obey me x you #obey me x mc #obey me smut

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glumfruit · 2 years ago

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just a little bit longer [belly conklin x conrad fisher]

ship: conrad fisher x isabel conklin - the summer i turned pretty - dual pov parts: 1/4 word count-chapter one: 1415 rating: 16+ (minor sexual content/swearing) tags: dancing, movies, fluff/angst, sexual tension, flashbacks, friendstolovers song: stay by maurice williams cross-posted on wattpad&ao3

disclaimer: i have not read all of the books all the way through, so my characterization may not be perfect! this fic loosely follows the show canon, a lil book canon, and a good bit thrown out the window and replaced by my imagination fyi. please be gentle with my interpretation of these characters and their relationship!! **this will minor spoilers of the epilogue of we'll always have summer in future chapters**

this is purely self indulgence due to my love for dirty dancing. jenny han did not have to make their wedding song(sorry spoiler) "stay," and post that tiktok, and not expect me to write this am i right.

also pls request imagines/ficlets/oneshots of tsitp!! i will be so happy to write anything for yall, just ask! kthxbye love yall and enjoy<3

1. belly

It was Isabel Conklin's sixteenth summer in that pretty blue cape cod on Cousins. Sixteen years spent next to this boy, and somehow every year she was born again. The electric in her blood sparks, positive and negative charges flowing through at a rapid pace. Her body thaws for the season. Every year, she wishes for Conrad. She keeps grasping onto a thread of hope that one year, he'll finally notice her. That it will all change. She looks over at the brunette three seats down, barely illuminated by the soft white glow emanating from the TV that sits in front of them. She notices a faint smile on his face as he watches the movie with the cloudy glimmer of weed shading his eyes. Dirty Dancing, one of her favorite classic romances to watch. The young crowd on screen move fluidly, with a depraved breeze, to a song playing loudly over the bar. She feels the music notes slide out of the speakers and into her brain, overtaking it with a hypnotic rhythm. The picture shows to be a little risque, and she can't help but feel the tiniest droplet of embarrassment paint her cheeks.

"Oh won't you,

Stay, just a little bit longer.

Please, let me hear,

hear you say that you will"

"God, I miss dancing sometimes," rumbles from his chest.

This summer, he barely speaks. And for one of the first times he directs his words at her, it's to try and mask the almost-awkward blanket of tension from watching such an intimate scene together. They used to dance. Just fine. Why did he have to miss it? Like it was a past-tense thing? He could stand up right now and dance with her. He knows she would happily follow along. Now, she thinks, all he does this year is sit in a corner, brooding, watching, standing on the outside, looking in, like a memory.

"I wish I could dance like that. It looks more exciting than anything that's ever happened to me in my whole life." She exhales out, like a whispered secret or rushed admittance. She smiles meekly as she glances over to where Conrad lounges against the sectional. He looks back, a conspiratorial twitch pulls at his lip, and speaks quietly in response.

"It's just dancing. I promise that dancing, like that, is not all it's cracked up to be. It's usually pretty sweaty, and, ah, awkward." His lips were loose with weed, and she notices such as he speaks, revealing details about himself, in which she clings onto every word about. The scene continues, and only a few minutes pass until he speaks again.

"Would you... do you.. want me to teach you?" The question flits out of his mouth carefully, lightly treading the thin line they perch upon. Is he asking her to.... dirty dance?! Hasn't she been dreaming of this for like, 8 years? Her hands start to clam up a bit, as it sinks in that this was a very real situation, not just one of her endless fantasies. His face looks so open, relaxed from the substances, freed from the deep emotion sitting locked inside of him.

"Like, right now?" She mutters in response. He nods nonchalantly and stands, rewinding the scene to the beginning so they can dance to the song. She stands reluctantly, feeling the soft threads of the carpet in her toes, pulling her back into the moment, grounding her. He walks over to her, and oh so gently rests his hands on her hips, a light wisp of touch over her floral pajama shorts. She feels sparks fly through her ribcage, soaring at the casual touch he gifts her with. "What are the steps?" She questions softly, looking up the smallest degree to glance into his eyes. Their faces stand a few inches apart, and he glides gently with the music, pulling her along by his guiding touch around her middle.

"There aren't any steps to this kind of dancing, Bells. Just go with the flow. Follow my lead." His grip tightens as he steps in even closer, now pressing up against her in a delicious way that makes all of her thoughts fog up and fade into the backdrop. She feels slightly out of place, so she rests her forearms upon his shoulders and intertwines her fingers behind his head, now letting him lead their dance. She looks down at their feet, one of his stepping between hers on beat, and focuses on figuring out where to put her soles on each step.

"Look at me. Don't look at your feet." When he says those words to her, in a delicate yet commanding way, she can't help but obey. She gazes up into his eyes, delving into the deep blue that tells her everything he can't say out loud. They move back and forth, their eyes locking on each other's, and she feels a simpering heat crawl up her spine. She should not be feeling these things about him. Even though she has accepted the massive schoolgirl crush she's been carrying around for him, she can usually steer her thoughts clear of those feelings. But right now, touching him in so many places, body flush with his, it's inevitable. Certainly so when she feels him tighten, lower, near her hips as they dance. She's going to ignore that right now, and then later, tucked away in the crisp cotton sheets of her bed, let those thoughts run wild and her imagination free. He seems to either not notice or did not want to acknowledge it, and so they keep dancing, his thigh pressing in between hers, and she never wants this moment to end. Their eyes never drop each other's hold, and they dance and dance and dance. He whispers quiet encouragement in her ear, "just like that," and "you're doing good, just relax more," and "a little closer, Belly," and she thinks she might die right there. He looks so tender, beautiful and intimate, and her brain short-circuits. His hand carefully drifts down her hip and thigh, rounding around her back to take purchase on- fuck.

Conrad Fisher, her family friend since birth, love of her life, has one hand on her hip and another on her ass. He uses the newly-sinful placement of his hand to press her further into him, pushing and pulling to the sweet croons of the music through the speakers. All she wants is for him to inch down, moving his lips to caress hers sweetly. But she knows he won't. That they'll continue on this tightrope, not willing to admit or cross a line into anything more than the almost-more-than-friends thing they currently sit in.

A delicate, breathy, almost inaudible squeak leaves her mouth, and she can't seem to feel anything but how wide the distance between his thigh and in between hers feels. Belly feels the light brush of his soft locks against her forehead as his head rests lightly against hers, always there but never pushing, reminding her of his presence. She unconsciously moves closer, like reaching blindly at something unknown, and she sees his mouth drop open a little, staring down with a lust-filled awe. They dance, just looking at each other, touching too much to be just friends, but not enough to be more, and her heart is beating so wildly that it could be her last moment on Earth and she wouldn't bat an eye.

The scene changes, and the music abruptly cuts off, stunning them frozen. They both seem to come back into their bodies, floating down from the high of closeness, and Conrad is muttering "we should.. stop." And she mindlessly agrees, even though everything inside her says she doesn't, and they plop back on the couch and finish the movie like nothing is happening. Nothing is happening, except for the slight swell in his pants, and how she feels the tightness of her shirt against her chest.

For the rest of the film, they sit in silence, accidentally catching each other's eyes a few times when they look over at the same moment. Her eyes betray her thoughts and look over way too many times to claim her glances were an accident. His face was magnetic, and her eyes were solid metal. She couldn’t help but examine the soft ridge of tension between his eyebrows, imagining what it would be like to smooth it with the tips of her fingers. He was always so concerned, blocked off. She wants to grip the tension from his shoulders and drop it onto her own, so they could share something. So she could help him. Carry the weight of his burden as her own. When the credits start to roll, she jumps up and sputters some excuse like "it's late, I should go to bed," and tries to escape to the sanctuary of her blue wallpaper to process the confusing occurrences of the night in privacy. He looks up at her standing there, in a matching pj set and fuzzy bunny socks, looking like the girl he's known forever, all he can say through lidded eyes and slurred words is,

"For what it's worth, I think yo--that was, really good."

#the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #tsitpshow #conrad fisher #belly conklin #belly x conrad #conrad fisher x belly conklin #fanfic

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squish--squash · 8 months ago

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okay no but listen to me I have a good premise for this lil ship

the two of them start dating before the bishops ascend to their power but over time as heket starts growing into her crown it begins to change her in ways forneus isn't ready for; she still cares for heket, but she doesn't like where this is going during that time tho heket is able to do smth that leaves forneus immortal, or at least stops her from aging past a certain point but at some point it becomes too much for forneus to bear, and she breaks it off to save herself from the pain of seeing her beloved go down a path she doesn't want to follow. she remains as close as she can get, being a worshipper of heket and the old faith and when heket and three of her siblings imprison narinder she officially turns her back, seeing it unjust and turning to worship/wish to aid narinder instead of her ex (and during that time, she has baal and aym, who are subsequently taken by shamura to give to narinder)

post-game, when all the bishops are freed and crownless, heket remains so very down bad for the ex she's still pining hard for while forneus is definitely gonna need some time and getting to know heket again before anything happens, which is even more tricker by the fact forneus likes to travel around and not stay in one spot for too long

(also. I just think it'd be funny if baal and aym were like, narinder's step-nephews; I don't personally hc them to be father-sons like a lot of people do, but like the idea of narinder still being a bit soft for the twins in a guardian sort of way)

anways. their ship name should be forket and I am leading this fucking charge lkhasldg

this fandom doesn't have enough yuri.

I vote we start shipping heket and forneus

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felassan · 2 years ago

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its that time again! 🍵

Thoughts/wonderings on Dragon Age: The Missing #4, under a cut due to spoilers for The Missing -

I'm probably becoming a lil unhealthily obsessed with this building. what do we think it is? the Archon's Palace is the highest building in Minrathous (tho I guess not, as it has sewers and this is floating). A Circle? it has a similar shape to the logo for the Circle of Magi. the meeting place for the Magisterium senate, lording over everyone below from high above? whatever it is it looks cool and it must be important to be featured on the map. I wanna go there (๑*ᗜ*)

I love Neve Gallus' design. it's fresh and cool, and she just looks so cute and neat okay. also full of detail - the snake pattern on the headpiece, shoulder 'scales' and scales elsewhere, collar & jacket like one of those hooded snakes, snake-'tailcapped' footwear (rather than steel toe-capped), the serpent belt and of course most of all the beautiful snake design of her prosthetic limb. 10/10 character/costume design

this page had me on my knees basically. my heart.

surely this panel is a new meme format hh? same goes for the one where Varric is saying "Then perhaps all this is linked" and Harding says "And we've led them here"

you walked into the wrong neighborhood bro

I also liked this pair of illustrations, they had a nice 'bookend' feel and reminded me a lot of Lord of the Rings.

Other thoughts:

Minrathous looks kinda cyberpunk and (despite what Harding says in the opening panels) feels quite clean in this comic

Is that the person tailing them lurking in the doorway that Harding is catching sight of here?

These holes in Varric's ear seem to be new. What happened? Injury from the leopard attack?

confused a bit by the perspective flip in this issue. In issue 1, Varric was more like 'stop', and Harding was more like 'talk to him'. it's flipped around a bit here.

Varric smiled when he thought about Neve and then lit up when he saw her. she calls him an "old friend". I wonder how they met and how long they've known each other. something to do with varric's spy network?

This panel felt a bit meta hh.

When Neve says "Your friend is quite intense" is she referring to Solas or Harding?

Then we come to the two main things we learn in this issue:

We learn that Solas has been in Minrathous causing trouble. He's been attacking Venatori locations in the city, stealing artifacts from them and freeing elven slaves in the process, which has greatly angered the Venatori. The Venatori now want revenge and a "bunch of rebellious elves" are "causing trouble throughout the city, presumably in the name of the one who freed them". I wonder if the artifacts weaken the Veil, are connected to the idol somehow, or are simply sources of great power that Solas either needs for himself/his plans or that he simply thinks should be taken away from the Venatori so that they don't cause harm using them? Tevinter Nights showed agents of Fen'Harel seeking artifacts and referenced rumors of elven artifacts that strengthen the Veil, like the ones from DA:I. freeing folks also makes sense, "I am not a monster" and it's something he has a history of doing

In this issue we also learn that Neve works with a group called the Shadow Dragons, who have been trying to help the former slaves. indeed they're trying to help anyone who is held as slaves in Minrathous. this is our first time hearing about this new group. they make it their business to help those in need and Neve makes it her business to help them. I'm a bit ¿ about their name, just due to how it sounds, but it's exciting to learn about a new group/faction. Each issue of this DA:D prequel comic has shone a spotlight on a faction - Grey Wardens, Antivan Crows, the Veil Jumpers and the Shadow Dragons. two new, two old. it's a nice balance. and it brings to mind the common fan theory/speculation about the PC of DA:D having a different faction background depending on the player's choice. at the very least it feels like a way of saying 'these four groups [or characters from them] will feature in a significant way/be 'players on the board' in DA:D".

thinking about the Shadow Dragons' name in an in-world context, like thinking about why they may have chosen their name: dragons are emblematic of Tevinter. dragon imagery is everywhere there, dragons are a symbol of power and Tevinter heraldry shows a dragon. the Tevinter Imperium is a 'dragon', or several (metaphorically) - Magisters, ruling over the classes below. the "shadow dragons" feel like "the other side" of Tevinter, the side in shadow, the underside, the 'anti-Tevinter'. I'd guess that they are the "Tevinter you forgot", i.e. the Viper's faction. (and if you look at Tevinter heraldry, there is also a snake 'in opposition' to the dragon.) before Missing #4 I wondered if “the Tevinter you forgot” "means they are a group of folks who have fallen through the cracks in Tevinter society or who are the downtrodden in Tevinter society. is it some sort of uprising or anti-Magisterium movement?" - here we learn they're trying to help people Tevinter 'forgot' like slaves and former slaves. I also commented "from the story it sounds like the dark-clad card dealer is the Viper. the magister in the story is afraid of him and tries to claim that the Viper is just a tale, implying that the Viper’s name has become known as a sort of shadowy, stealthy urban legend in Minrathous and that it has a sort of bogeyman effect on magisters." Shadow indeed. Neve later comments that the Shadow Dragons are trying to "help anyone held as slaves in Minrathous". I think it was in the Dorian short story in Tevinter Nights that there's a reference to how there's now an anti-slavery movement in Tevinter. Is that the Shadow Dragons? you can see possible echoes of "the Tevinter you forgot" in later comic dialogue "The Shadow Dragons have vowed to help us restore our dignity. To get back the lives that were stolen from us by the Venatori. To make sure we don't have to scrabble in the dirt for food and warm", imo.

I wonder if Dorian, Mae and the Lucerni know anything about the Shadow Dragons? maybe they've done some work together?

and while the Viper/Viper's faction/the Shadow Dragons themselves didn't appear in issue 4, issue 4 still highlighted them, continuing the pattern I speculated about, of the DA Day short stories (Evka/Antoine/Wardens, Teia/Viago/Crows, Strife/Irelin/Veil Jumpers and Viper's faction/Shadow Dragons), one from each of those short stories per issue.

Varric is still having a bad time. also he was born in 9:1, and so if DA:D is set in 9:52, he's now over 50. from these comics, he's feeling old and tired. I don't expect that he'll be a companion in DA:D. more like an advisor (off-field), a contact or quest-giver, or the person that recruits us.

"But why? What did he get out of it? Surely, he wanted something in return" was an interesting line. because like on one hand "I am not a monster", he has a history of freeing people who were enslaved and he's shown as valuing freedom and not enjoying needless suffering. setting people free definitely is the only decent thing. but he's also smart and does things with purpose, always playing 4-D chess, and has been outwitting Varric and Harding at every turn throughout these comic issues, always one step ahead. it seems like a 'it's both' situation. like two birds, one stone. he would free people and it's the right thing to do, and he also gains from it strategically. Varric lampshades this in the final page: and it's three stones, actually. Solas freed people, dealt with the Venatori on his tail and slowed Varric/Harding down long enough to escape all in one move.

Also, at first I wondered if the brown-haired elf was sort've projecting his own perceptions on Solas (with the "his kin" lines). but look here. the leader of these Venatori has a pouch round their neck. the others don't, it's prominently placed and it's consistent on this Venatori in every panel they're in here. and where have we seen that before? around the neck of the Venatori stalker that saved Varric from the leopard in Issue 3. I think we're supposed to conclude that the ringleader of the Venatori that attack the elves in this issue is the Venatori person that's been tailing Varric and Harding all throughout these comic issues. the Venatori ringleader seems to recognize Varric in a later panel, with the "You!". They fight and Varric starts demanding answers from the Venatori leader. but then, just as he's about to get answers, the brown-haired elf intervenes and kills them at that very moment. they won't hurt their people anymore, and conveniently also (more than one purpose to things again..), now Varric and Harding won't get any answers. and also this:

another - not two, but - three stones. when the brown-haired elf kills the Venatori ringleader, A) preventing them from further harming his people and B) preventing them from giving any answers to Varric and Harding, C) the killing blow also cuts that pouch from their neck. a very specific thing to depict. presumably in the chaos of the Venatori leader's death (you can't see the elf's hands in the very next panel) the brown-haired elf has grabbed the pouch, and part of his goal all along was to take it. I think we're supposed to conclude that the pouch contained the crucious stone and that the brown-haired elf works for Solas. so the "You're too late, I already have the crucious stone" letter from issue 3 was a Solas fakeout, the Venatori at that point in time did in fact have the stone (having beaten Solas to the vault, and as-shown by the Venatori who saved Varric from the leopard having the pouch around their neck), and the events of issue 4 were part of Solas' plan to steal it/steal it back from them (and going by Neve's earlier dialogue, it's not the first artifact he's stolen from them). so two things here: one, Solas' 'three stones' are actually-actually four (free the slaves, deal with the Venatori on his tail, delay Varric/Harding long enough to escape, and steal the crucious stone artifact from the Venatori [my head hurts]). and two, the brown-haired elf was working for Solas after all. he'll give the pouch (and the contents, the stone) to Solas, "he set us, his kin, free" wasn't projection considering that he does work for him, and him being there in the alleyway when he was, with the information that he had, was part of Solas' plan to escape and get the stone. otherwise, it's pretty convenient that one of the former slaves at the place Neve's aware of where former slaves have been eating scraps, at the time when she takes Varric/Harding there, just happened to have helpful info about the meeting that Varric/Harding needed and also happened to kill the Venatori leader and in the process cut the pouch from their neck. idk if it means all the elves here were working for Solas or just the brownhaired one or the brownhaired one & the blond one, but yea. definitely the brownhaired elf is I think.

Neve fighting was cool: staff-less magic and then as a mage using a dagger or shortsword.

party combo-kill! ice spell + finishing blow - a comic depiction of Shattering :)

Brown-haired elf missing his elven ear here.

A cool panel. Also, you can't see his other hand..

just really liked these two panels :) also, they missed their chance, they missed this chance, in this, a comic called The Missing... is that why it's called that?

[clenches fist] vowing to protect Neve and her good heart at all costs

and he stole the crucious stone artifact from the Venatori.

I am not sure that I agree with the premise of this article that BioWare retweeted, that The Missing is required reading before DA:D. I enjoyed issues 2 & 3 a lot! I was hoping for a bit more from the end of issue 4, perhaps a small Solas appearance like at the end of Dark Fortress or just a bit more insight into his plans or things in/the setup for DA:D. finishing on the Dread Wolf mural from the DA:D TGA 2020 trailer as a reminder was neat but the highlight reveal from these comics as a whole was definitely the new mural depicted in issue 3.

"He knows us too well, we need to find/use people he doesn't know" is the same conclusion that was reached at the end of Trespasser (and Harding was present for that conversation). I guess the meta irl reasons for The Missing are: A] since it'll be almost 10 years irl between games, to refresh folks about that conclusion and the fact that it will be a new PC and why it has to be 'someone he doesn't know', since most new players to the franchise at DA:D aren't going to buy years old DA:I and DLC and play til it the end of Trespasser B] fill some irl time C] do some marketing/advertizing and D] highlight these four groups/factions and introduce the two new ones (Veil Jumpers and Shadow Dragons) in advance of DA:D, and possibly highlight these specific characters (Strife, Teia, Evka etc) the same way (though I speculate those characters are more like DA:D 'contact' cameos rather than that they will be companions themselves). Certainly if I was Varric at the moment when Harding asks "So who are you thinking?" at the end here, after the events I had experienced and people & groups I had met in recent weeks, with those being fresh in my mind, I would be thinking about the Grey Wardens, the Antivan Crows, the Veil Jumpers and the Shadow Dragons, both as groups and terms of the mental list of people that I had recently met who Solas doesn't know. again it makes you think about the popular speculation that the DA:D PC will have the background of being from one of these groups. also, those 4 groups aren't ones which were referenced in Tevinter Nights as keeping an eye on Solas/as Solas having some info on them in turn (unlike some other groups like the Mortalitasi, the Executors, the Ben-Hassrath etc).

#dragon age: dreadwolf #dragon age 4 #the dread wolf rises #da4 #dragon age #dragon age: the missing #dragon age: the missing spoilers #bioware #video games #solas #late bc ive been working on other posts #long post #longpost #dragon age: tevinter nights #strife

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thismessymasterpiece · 3 years ago

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First Date, First Sight, First Love

Summary - Spencer Reid is not one for dating... or so it seems. The effectiveness of a blind date set up by Penelope Garcia proves that he is certainly not as bad at the whole romance thing as he lets people believe.

Neighbor!BestFriend!Penelope Garcia x GN!Reader (they/them pronouns used!) x Spencer Reid

Category - Absolutely tooth rotting, beware-

TW - Cursing, mentions of misogyny (no actual application!), mentions of alcohol consumption (not anything dangerous, Garcia just got a little lost in counting...), (I really do not know if this counts but I figured better safe than sorry) extremely brief mention of reader wearing makeup but I tried to make it small and easily ignorable if it does not apply, Garcia's scorching sass, and Spencer being an adorably nervous lil' bean <3

Please let me know if I missed anything!

Contains - Spencer having a bit of self-doubt, Garcia being characteristically relentless, brief mention of reader wearing makeup, and Spencer being such a freaking romantic that my heart swelled two sizes writing this.

Author's Note - As always, please, please do not hesitate to make any comments or provide constructive criticism. All I want to do is improve my writing and hopefully spread some happiness to anyone who may find themselves needing it. Enjoy <3

"Whoever this is, I swear to you, I can and most certainly will run a background check on you and find out where you live. I assure you, I am in possession of the capabilities. I so have that happy ability and once I do that, you-" Garcia grumbles loudly as she drags herself most unwillingly out of bed to return the harassment she is receiving from the person so rudely knocking on her door ungodly loudly at such odd hours of the night. No, scratch that, damn near breaking down her door is more accurate. She almost wonders if it's Morgan but he has the capacity to actually break down her door so she doubts it.

Flinging the door open and facing her unwelcome visitor, she finds that her surprise has dulled as her memory of the past week is freed from her sleep-deprived mind. Of course, she was expecting this.

Her sassy best friend and next-door neighbor, Y/N is the one knocking. Penelope was absolutely certain that it would be either them or Spencer who came to her for aid for one reason or another by the end of the night. Really, she comes to think that it is her fault for falling under the delusion that perhaps she would not be woken up in this way before the sun rose... or maybe a little after if she was any better than she thought.

"I mean, I can save you the hassle if you'd like," they greet. "I am pretty sure you know this but I live there... or am I going to regret reminding you?" Y/N sasses as they point to the door directly beside the one they stand in the opening of.

Penelope's anger instantly fizzles in the midst of their joking and the prospect of gossip.

"Oh my god, spill," she instantly grabs at Y/N, capturing them with a bone crushing grasp around their upper arm and stumbling as she yanks them into her home.

"Hold on, Penny," Y/N begins to the immediate whine of protest from their overly eccentric friend. "Are- now, I don't want to make any assumptions here but I think it may not be so far a venture for me to say that you're pretty drunk right now."

"God, I hate profilers!" Garcia exclaims with a stomp of her foot to emphasize the point.

"Pen, I am not a profiler. I am an underpaid secretary at a boring firm who gets whistled at daily by sickos under the gross illusion that is the 'alpha male'. Mind you, these same creatures are supposed to be professional. If they are anything of the sort, they are professional misogynists."

"Okay, yeah, close enough," Penelope pouts.

"Garcie, are you drunk?" Y/N prompts.

"Oh, off my ass," She responds with no hesitation.

"Tell me, why does that not surprise me?"

"Look," She begins and Y/N shakes their head with a laugh as they sense one of her trademark rants about anything she finds even remotely inconvenient coming on. "You know I love you, yeah?"

Y/N nods their understanding.

"Okay, so keep that in mind when I say the rest of this. Don't look so incredulous!" Garcia adds as Y/N raises an eyebrow.

"I don't look anything, go on," They encourage.

"Okay, so yes, I had a few drinks."

"More than that, clearly..." Y/N mumbles only just audibly.

"I had a few," Garcia emphasizes, "because I love the both of you but any way this night ended, I knew either you or Reid would be by. It would either be really early or really late and if this crashed and burned, I needed to find some way to summon the will to stand here and listen to one of you. If this was a gorgeous success that I am so commonly known to be the director of, I needed to find some way to summon the will to stand here and listen to one of you." Penelope deadpans.

"Penny!"

"Look, I'm sorry, I really am but a heaven-sent angel like myself has to do what a heaven-sent angel like myself has to do."

"That is so uncharacteristically mean... or nice," They sound questioning, "I actually cannot really tell."

Garcia pouts again.

"It doesn't seem to be working too well anyway," Y/N deduces.

"Oh, trust me, it's working. I am enjoying the appearance of three stunningly dressed you's in this discussion."

"Be that as it may, I'm sober and I've been standing in the same spot five minutes. You have almost fallen twice and have been swaying continuously."

"Alright, fair point," Penelope condones, "follow me."

Leading them further inside, Garcia plops Y/N down on her sofa before following that lead and wasting no time to pounce on their inevitable story.

"So..." Garcia squints as she analyzes Y/N's face, "I see no red eyes or evidence of tidied makeup which leads me to believe that, as I am sure no one is surprised, I succeeded again."

Y/N looks down at their hands in their lap as a blush creeps quite perceptively onto their cheeks.

"What are you waiting for? No one ignores me, I said spill!"

"Okay, okay," Y/N allows.

"Penelope, you do not understand. Just talking to him... he has the most beautiful mind. I mean, I don't know if it may be too early to tell anything about... y'know but what I do know is that sitting there with him, he makes my dopamine levels go silly. I mean, he literally told me- and I don't have an eidetic memory like him or anything but I do remember this. He saw me once and the second we took our seats the first thing he said was, 'Tell me everything about you. You can go on for hours. I don't mind.'"

Garcia's face never falters in its unwavering beam.

"I mean, I- I kinda wish I had met him sooner, y'know? What a treat it would be to love him longer."

Y/N slaps their hands over their mouth as they realize what they are saying and what they are unintentionally admitting to. Penny, despite her current intoxication, does not miss this.

"I'm sorry," she says with a cheeky smirk, "repeat that last part, would you?"

"Garcie, I really think it might be true..." Y/N trails off as a tentative knock comes from the door.

"Who is it?" They whisper-yell at their best friend. Garcia simply shrugs with an indifferent face.

"Don't worry I got it," She answers before standing to open the door.

"Oh, hi!" Penelope exclaims, the additional visitor in the doorframe blocked from Y/N's view on the sofa and vise versa.

"Garcia, do you believe in love at first sight?" Spencer's voice trickles in with his telltale enthusiasm throughout.

"Oh, I dunno," Penny responds inconclusively.

"Yeah, well, neither did I. Notice the past tense because I swear that you did something of unknowable power when you set this blind date up. Garcia, I am not kidding. I am a man of science and there is no proof of the concept in the field but something happened tonight. I took one look at them and I thought, 'Sorry, brain but I think I gotta go with heart on this one.' I mean, sometimes I get so far into my head that I forget everything else exists but tonight, there was one thing that consistently existed and it was them. You know I'm a sucker for old, romantic literature but I am certainly not a poet. If I was ever to write a poem, though, they are exactly the poem I would want to write. If I ever write a novel, they will not be a chapter; they're gonna be the whole damn thing. I try to keep myself pretty contained, I do my damnedest not to overshare but I did with them. It was almost scary how easy it was. They're so comfortable, I- I just... isn't it so fucking great how people can feel like home? Oh, when they responded to an overly personal childhood story of mine with, 'What if everything you are and did go through is preparing you for what you asked for?', I thought I would die on the spot. I realized then, I think, that they are what I asked for all my life. Please tell me you can get me another date because even in a crowded room, I think I would only ever want to look at them... literally ever." He huffs so largely that Penelope thinks he gains about six inches of height as his chest expands.

"Yeah, so, Reid?" Penny starts, cringing slightly at the thought of his unknowing audience to this confession.

"Penelope, I am serious! We said goodbye an hour, 36 minutes, and," he consults his watch, "42 seconds ago and I cannot stop thinking about them. I do not want to ever do that again. I never want to say that to them again. In my experience, saying goodbye only means going away and people forget when they go away and I really cannot deal with that idea when it comes to them. Normally, I have all sorts of thoughts going frat-partying around in my head but they stilled them. I have been looking for that calm in the storm for all time, all of it. I know that this is... Damn, this is love, right? I mean, I think about them constantly already... I do it without trying. I feel like I have known them forever, I only met them today but that feels impossible. I have never once been so confused and so happy about it. There's gotta be some connection because I feel like I must have known them since before matter made any sense and I still get those damn butterflies." He continues.

"Reid, one second..." Penelope tries to no avail.

"I sat in my car for an hour and 19 minutes just squealing and pondering like an idiot before I came here but I didn't feel like an idiot. Just the thought of them was enough to make me want to drive my car and you know how much that is saying. I would drive to a beach for them and that is saying something. Honestly, pulling up here I couldn't decide until I got to your doors whether I would be knocking on yours or theirs, begging for more company. I really, really wish I could just ask them what they think of me because I am sure it will kill me either way, the absolutely overwhelming ecstasy or misery. I just need to know if they feel this, too."

Spencer finally finishes and catches on to the discomfort of his coworker and friend before him.

"What?" He asks, his face falling.

"Well, um..." Penelope glances fleetingly over her shoulder at the frozen subject of Spencer's absolutely smitten declaration.

"Oh no, they live next door!" Spencer exclaims, "Do you think they heard that?"

Before his usual self-doubt can suffocate him, Garcia takes charge.

"Spencer, you can ask them yourself 'cause... uh, well, they undoubtedly did hear every word of that and they didn't have to be next door to do so."

Penelope slowly and wordlessly steps to the side and allows Spencer indicative consent of entry. He doesn't take it, though, too completely stricken to see the quickly claimed object of his affection right in front of him.

"Hello," Spencer nervously croaks as they meet his eyes, "I missed you quite terribly."

Their expression is blank as they stare and Spencer can't stand the silence so he fills it.

"Look, Y/N. I cannot even begin to explain to you how inexplicably perfect it felt to look up across a room and see you standing there. I want that. I've spent too much time at war with myself. I need this... I need you. So, I am scared out of wits that this will be completely unrequited but you have to know that I'm saying I love you not necessarily so that I can hear it back because I cannot express how much I understand why you wouldn't love me. I get it, really, I do. My posture is lousy. I really do have the posture of an earthworm, my hair's too long, my tie is perpetually crooked, and I talk way too damn much. I just need to say it because... I am saying it because I need you to know. So..." He breathes deeply, "I love you. I know, I am freakishly early and forward but- huh?" Spencer's eyebrows bunch.

"I said that I love you," Y/N mumbles again, having been too quiet the first time for Spencer to hear over his own speech.

"You- did?" He seems baffled at the possibility.

"Spencer, I fall in love with people's passion. You have an untenable amount of that and I hope you know I mean that in the best way. The way your eyes lit up when you talked about the things you love and the way they filled up with light, I cannot explain what that did to my heart."

"Will you- will you let me add you to that list?" He ventures.

"What list?" Y/N asks.

"Of the things I love," He clarifies.

taglist, i suppose :)

@safespacespence

dividers courtesy of the lovely @saradika-graphics and @cafekitsune <3

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opalesense · 4 years ago

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darkest fantasy

childe & f!reader (NSFW)

3.7k words • ~30 min. read

summary: one night you decide to make one of childe’s darkest fantasies into a reality, but as the night progresses, things don’t seem to go according to plan. at least... not according to your plan.

warnings: cnc, sexual assault, blood, death, knives, outdoor sex, lil comfort at the end i promise

notes: saw fatui agent childe fanart and AWOOGA... anyway i tried putting some in game screenshots in this for that extra ~immersion~ and might do that more often in some future fics if you guys want! thanks for 200 followers and i hope you enjoy!! ; ^ ;

“I SHOULDN’T HAVE BROUGHT IT UP,” Childe’s eyebrows furrowed as he rested a hand against his forehead, clearly flustered by the way he chuckled his nervousness away. “You really get me to say the stupidest things, [Y/N].”

“It’s not stupid at all! C’mon, lighten up a bit!” you placed a hand on his arm and inched closer to his face, sensing the warmth in his cheeks. His shy eyes connected with yours when he let out a deep sigh, thanking you for the validation without him needing to say anything. It was rare to see him this nervous.

“We’re not going to do it, babe. You asked me to tell you a secret fantasy and that’s all it’ll ever be. A fantasy. Just something in my imagination.”

He gave you a quick kiss on your forehead before pulling away from you and walking towards the bedroom door to call it a night, but you quickly gripped him by the wrist to pull him back which immediately grabbed his attention. Swiftly, you leaned in to mutter words into his ear that would echo in his head for the rest of the night until the next day.

“Luckily for you, the thought of doing it gets me a little excited. So why don’t we try to make your fantasy into a reality?”

THE HARBOR’S NIGHT LIFE always flourished near the end of the week. Plenty of workers who had weekends off would fish by the docks, street performers and storytellers would entertain families passing by, and restaurants would be packed full with hungry customers craving for the delectable cuisine of Liyue. Teenage friends gathered in front of the theatre while the elderly seemed to congregate by the teahouse. Children ran across the pavement from time to time flying kites and playing with butterflies. Liyue was truly fascinating during the night, full of a liveliness that always put a sense of joy in each heart that walked through its streets.

Yet when you walked through the streets, lacking a companion and cold from the slightly revealing dress you wore, there was a sickly mixture of giddy excitement and wrenching anxiety in your heart. You had loosely planned this night with Childe so you knew what to expect, but at the same time, you didn’t. You had no idea where he was, what exactly he was planning to do to you, or when it would all start in the first place since you had been wandering around the harbor for about an hour now. All he wanted you to do was “wear this dress and enjoy your evening,” as he said in his own words. But he simply left you with those vague instructions as well as a bag of Mora to indulge yourself with.

Even if he didn’t show up, the highlight of your night would be the mouthwatering dinner you had by yourself along with the sight of people offering lanterns to the sky. It was a beautiful night indeed.

Another hour of wandering and occupying yourself with activities passed and you were feeling restless. The thought of Childe made you squirm in your seat, excitement flooding your nerves as you craved to see him now more than ever.

If Childe’s following me, I should go somewhere less crowded, you thought.

Assuming he was watching you at this very moment, you decided to make things easier for him, leaving the storyteller’s pavilion and walking across the bridge heading towards Mt. Tianheng. Mindlessly wandering and following the dirt path, you began to veer left towards the Golden House, but the distant sight of the Millelith immediately turned you back around.

Not there.

ON YOUR WAY BACK to the main path, you noticed a smaller, less travelled road wedged between two large rocks, the dimly lit lantern sitting up ahead enticing you to follow where it leads. You found yourself curiously walking up the hill, taking in the starry night sky and whistling trees until you turned the final corner to see a group of miners idly standing around, bantering with one nearby Millelith guard.

They noticed your sudden presence and waved hello, to which you waved hello back. One of the miners, who leaned against a cart full of iron, was the first to fully acknowledge you. “Hey, are you lost, miss?”

“Oh, no, not at all. I was just curiously wandering around, taking in the sights and all,” you grinned politely, glancing up at the calm night sky. “It’s a beautiful night, isn’t it boys?”

“Taking in the sights, are you?” another miner slowly approached you, a few more starting to pay attention to you. “You know, you’re certainly a sight to take in too with that pretty little dress of yours.”

You had completely forgotten that you looked very out of place with what you were wearing – a short traditional-like dress with a small hole exposing a small area of your chest. Your eyes quickly widened as you processed what the miner said, but before you fully realized it and came back to your senses, the men had circled around you and were getting dangerously close. You instinctively reached down to grab the blade that was usually tucked and sheathed in your belt but after grabbing nothing with the realization that of course, you were wearing a dress, genuine panic began to seep in.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing out late at night looking like that anyway? You’re practically begging to be touched,” a man’s voice behind you teased, grabbing your hips as he emphasized that last word. You swiftly elbowed him in the ribs to defend yourself and temporarily push him away, but the other men were quick to react as a pair of hands grabbed your arms and pinned you into place.

You snapped your head towards the Millelith guard, expecting him to do something to help you as a protector of the harbor. But he simply stood there at his post, glancing away as soon as you met his eyes. And if Childe were watching, you were sure he would have stepped in by now. He was often the jealous type anyway. But while the men slowly pulled you under a nearby deteriorated pergola despite your thrashing then greedily groped your body, help was nowhere to be seen.

All hope you had for a fun night was gone. Tears swelled in your eyes as you attempted to kick away the hungry hands but it was no use. Please, you silently prayed, someone help me!

As if someone had heard your prayers, the sound of a projectile zipping past your head followed by your arms being freed from the man who was restricting you was the sound of freedom. The others looked up in horror and paused their advances as their friend dropped injured behind you. Suddenly, a dark figure leaped from the hill above and landed on the ground confidently, quickly pulling out two blades then lunging forward to the miners, catching them by surprise. You took this temporary moment of freedom to kick the hands off of you and scramble away, running back towards the path. You could hear the sounds of bodies thumping to the ground behind you coupled with loud groans of agony, and you can only imagine what your unknown savior looked like but all you could focus on was getting away as soon as possible with the limited mental strength you had.

But much to your dismay, one of the miners still managed to grab you tightly and drag you back, and every time you wiggled away, they had a strong grip on you. Sobs of desperation escaped your throat, “Let me go! Let me go, please! Help!”

“Leaving so soon?” a different voice growled in your ear as the man’s grip around your waist tightened. It was deep, distorted, and certainly anxiety inducing. You looked down in a flurry of panic to see black and red sleeves wrapped around your figure. This was not one of the miners.

The man lifted you up a few inches from the ground to turn you around. You were faced with bodies littering the floor. It had only been less than ten seconds and the entire scene was drenched in blood. The sight of the freshly killed miners as well as the one guard made you tremble in fear rather than feel grateful for being saved just now.

“I think I deserve a reward for protecting you from those filthy bastards, wouldn’t you agree?” the man inched you closer to the bodies but you closed your eyes as soon as you could recognize the open wounds from his blades. “At least a thank you would be nice.”

“Get away from me!” you yelled and thrashed in his arms again but quickly stopped once you heard the sound of his blade being unsheathed. You opened your eyes to see a bloodied dead man at your feet as well as a knife at your throat, pressing gently at your fragile skin.

“You’re a tough one, aren’t you? I wouldn’t be so resistant if I were you,” the man’s gravelly voice was definitely unfamiliar but his tone and inflection reminded you of...

“Childe....” you weakly muttered under your breath, which made the man laugh in response.

“Childe, you say? You have something to do with the boss?” he pressed his hips harder against yours, his erection subtly throbbing underneath his clothes.

“So you’re Fatui, aren’t you?” you mustered enough courage to make your voice sound threatening enough. You let out a sarcastic laugh despite your low confidence. “You have no idea who you’re messing with. Once Childe finds out about this, your life will be over within seconds.”

“Who are you to say something like that?” he slowly began walking the two of you over to the nearest wall, a large rock that cast an equally large shadow from the moonlight. “I’m surprised a dumb little slut like you would even know his name.”

Your eyes squinted at the insult. “You don’t need to know who I am. All you have to know is you’ll be dead by tomorrow morning.”

“We’ll see about that,” he suddenly used his free arm to turn you around so your back slammed against the cold rock. You finally looked up at your captor to confirm your suspicions of this predatory savior. He was certainly part of the Fatui, his red and black mask concealing his identity with yellow glowing eyes staring directly at you. His arm positioned itself directly next to your head so he could hold his blade against your neck again, threatening any potential thoughts of escaping. His other hand suddenly grabbed the open space in your dress and pulled down, ripping the fabric in half and exposing your half naked form, eliciting a loud gasp from you. Panic began to seep in. How could I walk back home practically naked? Would I even end up alive to come back home?

Before you could use your arms to cover yourself up in an attempt at modesty, he pressed the blade to your neck that even the slightest movement would ensure spilled blood. “Don’t even think about it.”

He looked up and down at your body, humming with satisfaction as he began to unzip his pants and free his cock. You couldn’t exactly take a good look at it with the knife restricting your range of motion, but even then, you weren’t sure you wanted to look. His free hand gripped your bare waist. “And to think that those other filthy men were about to get their hands on this... You really should thank me.”

Another gasp escaped your throat as he slowly dug his hand under the strap of your underwear. His leather gloves snaked their way further down, inching closer and closer to your core. You could feel his grip on his blade tighten with his tensed muscles. “That was a command. Thank me.”

“T-Thank you,” you whimpered as he pulled down the last bit of clothing you hid behind. He let out a satisfied groan at the sight of your aching cunt, which you hated to admit was dripping wet from thinking about Childe earlier in the night. Even now, you really hated to admit this situation was somehow turning you on, even though you were simultaneously disgusted and shaking in fear.

“You’re practically soaking for me, aren’t you?” the man let out a slow chuckle as he dipped a gloved finger into your hole without warning. You gasped at the sudden penetration, careful not to arch your back into his touch with the knife still pressed at your throat. The man began relentlessly shifting his finger in and out of you and watched your face squirm with pleasure and denial at the same time. He maniacally chuckled at the way you were completely unsure of how to feel, and wanting to hear you moan louder instead of quietly pant and sigh, he inserted another finger and picked up the pace.

“Your cunt is so tight, you know that?” he teased, “If you’re moaning like this now I can only imagine how my cock will make you feel.”

“N-No, please,” you moaned out helplessly, “Please don’t...”

He pulled his fingers away and quickly shoved them into your mouth while it was still open, freeing your throat from his knife and slowly trailing it down your body while he made you suck on his gloved fingers, wet from your own fluids. The cold metal found itself settling right above your hips and with no hesitation he began leaving flesh wounds, the leftover blood from the men easily being mistaken as yours at first glance.

“I’m going to put away the knife, but you’ll be a good girl for me and stay still, won’t you? You saw what I did to those men. It would be a shame if you met the same fate just because you wanted to escape,” he sheathed the blade and pulled his fingers out of your mouth to grab your waist, forcing you to turn around. He bent down slightly to get a hold of your thighs, and in one swift move, folded your body into the likings of a full nelson, your legs hanging onto his elbows with his chest pressed against your tense back. As he reached his hands to clasp behind your neck and push your body into the intense position, the connection between this man and Childe made your eyes light up.

This was one of his favorite positions. No way it was just coincidence.

“So it is you, Childe,” you happily grinned as he turned the both of you to face the bloodied mess from before so he could lean against the wall. His touches seemed to get more familiar as the realization sunk in, but at the same time, you wondered if your mind was just playing tricks on you to make the best out of the current situation. You sat on the fence of either blindly believing this mysterious man was Childe or giving into the reality that this really was a stranger.

“You’re delusional, slut. Childe has nothing to do with this, I don’t know why you keep mentioning his name,” he hissed in your ear, getting more and more irritated.

You finally glanced down for the first time since nothing could restrict your neck anymore. To your delight, you smiled at his throbbing cock twitching as it waited at your entrance, aching to stir your insides. You giggled sweetly, finally relaxing with a deep sigh. You now knew with certainty that you were safe. Everything was under control. His control.

“Childe, I recognize every inch of your cock like it’s second nature,” you stared at his familiar length then reached out to wrap your fingers around the tip, the muscle twitching in response. “You’ve never been this hard before... You must be so excited right now.”

“One more word out of you about Childe and I will kill you right here. Do not test me.”

“You wouldn’t, right? You love me too much,” you boldly declared, teasing him for staying in character. When he didn’t answer and instead shifted his cock to push his tip inside you, you let out a sharp exhale. He went in too fast, too rough. Even if you were dripping wet, the way he shoved himself inside you was merciless and tore you apart immediately.

You tried to find the pleasure in it but as soon as he started thrusting not even a few seconds later, you worriedly whispered, “S-Slow down... Please! It hurts, Ajax-“

“You’re going to take all of it in. Maybe that’ll teach you not to be an annoying, disobedient brat from now on,” he interrupted.

Destroying you was an understatement of what he was truly doing to your body. He would repeatedly pull his length out before shoving it back in, rolling his hips so naturally with each thrust having clear intention to break you apart. Your cunt visibly throbbed, the excruciating pain slowly turning into ethereal pleasure from the attention it was getting from his thick shaft. He closely listened to the way your cries turns into gleeful moans, excitedly fucking you as his mind further indulged in the fantasy. After all, this entire night had been exceedingly frustrating and enticing to him and to take out all his pent up energy on you was the only thing on his lust filled mind.

Soon enough, his thrusts began to roll in harder as he held onto you tightly, his moans becoming more intense as the only thing on his mind was how good he was feeling, fucking you in front of the kills he certainly prided himself on. Similarly, you felt your insides burn at the feeling of being manhandled and treated like a toy, or the way he began moaning your name in a low whisper as you felt his cock twitching inside you, aching for release – the first time he had ever acknowledged your name tonight.

“[Y/N], baby – fuck!” his distorted voice cried out, “I’m... I’m gonna...!”

“Me too...!” you felt your legs shake violently as you neared your climax, “A-Ajax!”

He let out one final thrust, burying himself inside of you until his length plugged up your sore hole and dumped his seed deep inside you. His load came in pulses, slowly coating your insides with moans of ecstasy ringing in your ear as he rested his chin on your shoulder. Your cunt quivered as you reached your release as well, your fluids swirling with his to make one happy mix of satisfaction.

The both of you stayed in this position, panting and trying to calm down from your highs. Childe let go of his hands behind your neck and positioned them to hold your knees without pulling out of you, allowing you to freely move your head again. Though, you didn’t want to take your eyes off of his cock buried inside of you, opting to keep your head hanging down to actively avoid looking at the bodies in front of you. Childe must have noticed this, and of course, he had to say something about it.

“Sorry about... them. I hate... really hate when people try to mess with what’s mine,” he took a deep sigh as he slowly pulled out of you, watching his cum ooze out from your cunt to drip down to the space between his shoes. The sight could have been enough for him to push for another round, but he figured now wasn’t the time. He had the urge to explain himself.

“I was just so mad and... though I have to admit, seeing their blood on my blade got me so excited... wait, I think I might’ve gotten a little too excited,” something seemed to have clicked in his mind when he said that, “Baby, I’m so sorry! We shouldn’t have done this, I did so many things to you, I’m so sorr-“

“It’s okay, Childe,” you slowly turned your head to his so your faces were only an inch apart, his mask being the sole barrier that stopped you from kissing him to shut him up. “I had so much fun. Did you?”

“Of course I did,” he slowly placed you down to stand on your feet again, which was admittedly tough since he had fucked the life out of you. He briefly held your waist to stabilize you as you wobbled back and forth, his cum now dripping down your thighs. He then lifted his hood up to reveal his fluffy red hair and took off his mask, throwing it to the ground to meet you with teary eyes. His voice was no longer distorted by that cursed mask, and a look of genuine concern sat in his deep eyes. “I-I’m so sorry for scaring you, [Y/N]. I could see it in your eyes the entire time and I hate to admit that it turned me on and now I feel so bad–“

You swiftly pressed your lips to his, finally shutting him up from his rambling. He responded by eagerly returning the kiss, cupping your face in his hands and closing his eyes. For a moment, his troubles melted away once he realized you weren’t upset with him, and millions of thoughts about how much he loved you raced through his mind. But It wasn’t long before he broke the exchange, taking off his hooded garments to drape it over your cold, naked body. It was apparent he put thought into this moment, already wearing his normal clothes underneath the Fatui uniform as if he had planned to cover you up from the start. He made sure to pin it closed and fasten it tightly, ensuring that every exposed part of you was warm and covered. Once he was done, he pulled you in for a hug, holding you tightly as he stared at the bodies behind you, sighing contently.

“I love you, [Y/N]. Thank you for accepting me for who I am and letting me have tonight. We really don’t have to do this ever again if you don’t want to.”

“I love you too,” you smiled sweetly. “Just... next time, please don’t keep me waiting so long. The uncertainty was thrilling but I was sure I was going to die back there.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time. I just got caught up with the Millelith because I’m dressed like an agent, then I lost sight of you and... wait,” he pressed his forehead against yours and gently, yet eagerly whispered with a grin, “so there’s really going to be a next time?”

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