#implying it was a time before the master sword
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xbuster · 1 year ago
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One of the funny things about Zelda is how Minish Cap tried to establish that Link’s past reincarnation(s) didn’t wear a hat and neither did this Link until Ezlo jumped onto his head, implying that was the origin of Link’s iconic green cap. Then Skyward Sword said “No, Link wore it since the beginning.”
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fivedayslater · 1 year ago
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Damn I was so caught up in figuring out how to save Zelda from her fate I forgot that Ganondorf is her foil too
Anyway 10/10 final boss fight, was screaming at the tv, have not experienced a shot that cheap since Young Xeonhort rewound time when he was down to 1 hp to the beginning of the fight twice. Loved the last bit thought it was great. All the bits were great actually. A very steady fight
Anyway as far as where Tears of the Kingdom is in my overall Zelda ranking, I do like it more than Breath of the Wild. It takes the open word adventure aspects of BOTW and enhances them, while bringing a bit more of the structured story dungeons from the Classic Zelda Formula that were missing from that game into what is in fact a delightful romp
Whether I like it more than Majora’s Mask or even Ocarina of Time remains to be seen, but I did quite enjoy it. 15/10 would play again
*pulls out cork board labeled Zelda Timeline* Now to fit everything together
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rensylph · 21 days ago
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<< ✯ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 ✯ >>
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<< yandere Jing Yuan >>
⚠️ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️
The arrival of the astral express towards the xianzhou loufu has caught the attention of many people as well caught the suspicion of the cloud knights about their arrival, but the tension was caught after the generals beloved has entered into the room
Contain : forced marriage, implied non con, baby trapping, implied female reader, mind break, and other disturbing content.
DEAD DOVE : DO NOT EAT
Credit : towards the dividers creator ( I forgot the username )
( English is not my first language )
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During the astral express arrival towards the xianzhou loufu and is now being interrogated by the sky faring commission head madam yukong suddenly a calming and elegant aura rises when one the doors leading towards the outside open.
An elegant person wearing a blue hanfu with many flower and crane patterns cover the entire exterior, as well wearing a snow white shawl around them. Cradling a newly born baby with white tips of hair peeking and seems to be peacefully resting and is wrapped on a brown and gold thick fabric to make sure it's not cold in a burrito wrapping style sleeps peacefully on their mother's embrace.
A group of cloud knights and attendants follow behind them to make sure their masters needs are fulfilled as well their protection is secured.
"talk about an entourage" march 7th whispers towards stelle, to bad she wasn't listening she was busy admiring the person.
"good evening commander ( name ), might tell me why you are back so early from your evening stroll" madam yukong asking the stranger. "I heard some interesting facts about the astral express coming towards the luofu and I just have to see for myself" ( name ) cradling their 1 month old baby in their hands.
"yes the rumors about the astral express visiting are true but I must have to interrogate them to make sure they don't have any harmful intentions in the luofu, especially after the news about you and your baby being born" madam yukong replied with a stern look, "don't be too serious yukong, what happened if the luofu have a rumor of not knowing how to treat our guest" you replied, "my dear guest of the astral express welcome to the xianzhou luofu, I'm commander ( name ) or by other titles the GENERAL BELOVED "
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Your memories before your marriage with him were a blur, you remember being a disciple of the previous sword master jingliu alongside him. You and him would spend time, practice together and play together. All your life you remember him being your only true friend. Even when you managed to discover some of your friends on your own Jing yuan will always be the one you trusted.
Unlike him who grew to be a legend and was soon promoted into a general you stay the same, even tho your skills are not as powerful as him and the other high cloud quintet, you were still strong by standard. You were originally a candidate to be a general but the position was ultimately given to Jing yuan.
He became so clingy, I mean he was clingy before but now he's more due to rarely seeing you outside of work. Madam Baiheng said that you two should just get married by now since you two knew each other for long as well the relationship being more than platonic. And the other agreed. Even tho you denied you and him being a thing, Jing yuan is not against the idea saying that you two should get married together.
Until Baiheng death shift everything upside down, Dan feng led astray and tried to resurrect her using a forbidden ritual and was captured and was forced into reincarnation and his new identity Dan heng is banished from the Luofu, Yingxing was infected by mara struck and left, master jingliu has every sense of sanity and was ultimately with Jing yuan and is now captured and imprisoned.
Now it's just you and Jing yuan all alone together.
One day, you were visiting Jing yuan to see his condition and how he's holding up after these unexpected events. He was drinking tea in his office and you asked him how he was.
He replied "I can't lose anybody else... I can't lose you" and suddenly he stands up and knocks you unconscious....
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You wake up in a luxurious bedroom, and when you stand up, you realize you were chained towards the wall, you tried breaking it using anything to set yourself free. Until the door of the bedroom opens revealing Jing yuan.
He purposely chained you and trapped you in this room to keep you safe, you tried everything, you begged and asked him to set you free but he won't budge and he leaves the room.
So every night he would come and bed you, no matter how much you resist he's stronger than you physically over power you, why would he do this is because he wants a child to tie you down with him.
And he managed to tie you down, your first son, Jing Yan. Was born after a few months of this happening, poor baby... The first week you actually refuse to hold him only your attendance but you eventually started to grow closer to him.
And Jing yuan brought another one, yanqing to grow the family he always wanted, and suddenly every sense of your mind started to numb. As well some of your memories are erased completely.
Soon a wedding between you and him happened and was announced as husband and wife... In other words you have become the GENERALS BELOVED ...
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themissinghand · 9 months ago
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Hi you...I hope you have a wonderful day.If you don't mind my request..I want to ask Kim Dokja x sweetheart!reader..The reader is his lover since school (The reader who expressed her feelings for Kim Dokja first.).Before the destruction happened, the reader behaved like a wife to Kim Dokja because the reader knew Kim Dokja's past so the reader gave everything for Kim Dokja to know that he was always loved. (This man needs comfort..).. After the destruction happened, they separated from each other..(Kim Dokja is on the train while the Reader is everywhere.)..Kim Dokja is always worried about the condition of his lover..When they meet again, their meeting is full of romance and fluff after being separated for a long time ..(I bet Kim Dokja's group was the most surprised and the uproar because the Reader and Kim Dokja are very polar opposite.)..The constellation supporting the Reader is also extraordinary..Because the privacy attribute of the reader is also extraordinary..
Thanks for reading..I hope I didn't bother you..I love your work😍..Give you a lot of love💕💕💕..(Btw ,did you read The S-Classes That I Raised or not ??..I love Han Yoojin)..Take care of yourself..Bye dear author 🥰..
Omniscient Reader Viewpoint: Fool
Summary: In which Kim Dokja is a fool for you.
Or snippets between Kim Dokja and his wife in an apocalyptic world.
Pairing: Kim Dokja x F! Wife! Reader
Note: Thanks for your patience! I’m also currently reading The S-Classes That I Raised Manhwa, but not the novel! The holy trinity with Han Yoojin, Kim Dokja, and Cale Henituse are literally my favourite trio. 
Warnings: Minor novel spoilers! Lots of kisses, fluffy, but also light angst, and implied sexual themes. 
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Oh Baby, I Missed You
Where are you? 
Kim Dokja watched what remained of Seoul while standing beside the protagonist of his novel. 
Even after all those scenarios, how come he could not see you even once? 
[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ is curious about what Incarnation ‘Kim Dokja’ is looking for]
As if on cue, Kim Dokja felt someone’s eyes on him. Spinning around with his hand on his sword, he matched the weariness of the sunfish beside him. 
“Baby!” Hearing a familiar voice, Dokja freezes in disbelief until he hears two blades clashing with one another. 
“Who are you?” Yoo Joonghyk growled at you, who defended well and jumped back. But instead of a blade, you had a long bo staff. 
“Me? I’m Dokja’s wife.” 
“WHAT?!” The door to the rooftop swung open with multiple heads popping through in shock. 
“Is that true Dokja-ssi?” Yoo Sangrah asked, and when all of the attention was on him, Kim Dokja sheepishly nodded. 
“WHAT???? So you and Master-” Jung Heewon immediately covered Lee Jihye's mouth and grinned. 
“Nice to meet you er…”
“(L/N) (F/N). Been Dokja’s lover since a decade ago.” You smiled sweetly, before walking towards Dokja with open arms. 
“I missed you baby.” 
This time, Kim Dokja walked forward and hugged you tightly, and he felt embarrassed when everyone was watching him.
[The Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ is wiping her tears] 
[The Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ did not know Incarnation ‘Kim Dokja’ was already taken]
[Many Constellations wishes for your happiness]  
“Baby, can I kiss you?” Kim Dokja flushed at your innocent question, but looking over your shoulder, he saw the wiggling eyebrows and grinning expressions from his teammates. Despite knowing his team would tease him forever, he knew he couldn’t reject your request. 
“I miss you too.” 
Without another moment, you cup his cheeks and pull him in for not one, not two, but three quick kisses. 
[The Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ jaw dropped]
There were surprised gasps and squeals, and a few hushes from Lee Heewon. 
“No wonder he always looks like he’s looking for something…”
“This is not for children to see.” 
“But hyung is-” 
[The Constellation ‘Abyssal Black Flame Dragon’ gags]
[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotters’ did not expect a romantic plot]
[The Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ donates 1000 coins]
[The Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ is squealing at the reunion kiss]
“You have a lot of constellations following you baby. As expected of you.” Kim Dokja, still a little breathless and dazed from the consecutive kisses, buries his face into your shoulder in embarrassment while you play with his hair. 
He missed this.
He missed you.
“I didn’t know my constellation was following you too.” Kim Dokja perked up at your words in interest.
“Which one?” 
[The Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ slowly looks away in disbelief]
“No way.” Maybe her long bo staff should have been an indicator. 
[The Constellation ‘Demon-Like Judge of Fire’ looks at the Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ suspiciously]
[The Constellation ‘Secretive Plotter’ looks at the Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ suspiciously]
[The Constellation ‘Abyssal Black Flame Dragon’ looks at the Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ suspiciously]
You smiled innocently as if it wasn’t a big deal, and was just happy to see him. 
[The Constellation ‘Prisoner of the Golden Headband’ pats himself on the back and is proud he has good eyes]
So Don’t Go, Stay With Me
“Do you have to go?” 
“Yea. I have to go find my family. I’ll be safe, and I know you’ll be safe since you have such reliable people around you.” 
You cup his cheeks as you two stare into each other’s eyes lovingly. 
“Message me if you need me, and I’ll come with my nimbus cloud at any time.”
Knowing that your constellation was the Monkey King, Kim Dokja knew you were capable and perhaps on the same level as the protagonist. 
But…
“We can find them together.” 
“Dokja, don’t you already made plans with the sunfish?” He balled his hands into fists. 
“I want you to see the end of that novel you love so much. And I’ll come join you when I’m done. I promise.”
You tippy toe and then press a kiss to his forehead. 
“Baby, trust me.”
Kim Dokja then kisses your cheeks, before you decide to skip the formalities to kiss him on the lips. It was all it took for Kim Dokja to let go, and interlace your hands.
Soft and sweet, Kim Dokja felt loved with how gentle you are with him. He doesn’t want you to go. 
And he will miss you when you are gone. 
Kiss Me Slowly, Show Me You Love Me
Kim Dokja knew you were the one when you jumped after him.
"Kim Dokja!"
When he saw you reach out for him as he fell from that rooftop in middle school.
When you proposed to him on one knee, and kissed his hands as you whisk him away from his miserable reality.
He knew you were the one, when you cried for him, and saved his life, again and again.
“Don’t touch him. Even if you are his mother and my mother-in-law, you have no right to kill him to prove a point.” 
“Move.” 
“Over my dead body.” 
Kim Dokja could barely see you standing before his sleeping body, beside Han Sooyoung, protecting him from his mother.
[The Fourth Wall is shaking] 
“You don’t know anything.” 
“That’s fine with me. I trust Dokja more than you.” In the next moment, he felt a cloud form underneath him, followed by curses and gunshots being fired. 
“It’s you! You’re the one who he loves the most! And you’re going to kill him!”
Feeling your calloused hands on top of his head, he saw many versions of you pop out. 
Was it the duplication skill that the Monkey King had? 
“I’ll break the prophecy because I will never hurt my baby.” 
Kim Dokja smiled faintly, before he lost consciousness again. 
Because Only You Can Kill Me
“Baby, you can’t do this.” 
The world is silent for once. The channel was off and both of you paid the price for such privacy. 
“It’s the only way.” 
“Kim Dokja.” He flinches when you call his full name, you never do.
“I have to. It’s the only way that the story will move on.” 
“There has to be another way.” You purse your lips and rub your temples. 
“There has to be a way.”
Kim Dokja held your hand solemnly. 
“There is no other way-”
“Shut up!” You shook off his hand in anger. 
He knows you know that this was the easiest way. 
“I’m not letting you sacrifice yourself!” 
That’s why you’re angry. 
He hugs you from behind. 
“You’re an idiot for even thinking that, there has to be another way!” You break out of his hold and stare at him straight in the eye. 
“If only I had more power-” Kim Dokja grabbed your hand and placed it on his heart.
“(Y/N), I only trust you. You know that right?” Kim Dokja smiles. 
“You’re the only one who can kill me. No one else can.” He felt your hand tremble as you took a shaky breath. 
“So please…kill me.” 
So the story can go on.
“Don’t look at me like that baby.” You say after short deliberation. 
Finally, with a subtle nod, you conceded with tears rolling down your cheeks. 
Then, without further ado, Kim Dokja pulls you in desperately, and both of you were surprised when he was the first to initiate the kiss. 
But when the two of you are so intimate and so close to one another, knowing that the future is uncertain, neither of you want to let go. 
Please, Make Me Your Everything
Kim Dokja feels so desperate in this apocalyptic world. 
He’s planning and looking so far ahead using his knowledge of the novel, and sometimes, he feels like an outlier. 
Perhaps he is. 
Just like he always has. 
But when he’s in your arms as you plant kisses from his collarbone and trails to his neck, he feels at the center of the world, your world. 
Slowly, he feels you kiss his jawline before going closer and closer to his lips, and feels impatient with how slow you are. Every single kiss tingles on his skin, making him remember every precious moment he had with you.
He will never admit it, but he’s frightened for the future. Not about his death (because he will come back, he has a backup for that), but during his absence. 
You are strong and responsible enough to lead the team, but he was afraid that you were going to take on the burden alone. 
When he finally feels your lips on his, he pulls you closer, treasuring every second of you just like how you make him feel alive everyday. 
“Baby. What’s wrong?” Your fingers gently wipe his tear away as you hold him, and when he feels your tears drop on him, he couldn’t help himself. 
“I’m sorry. I just…” 
“Shh, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. I trust you.” Kissing him on his nose gave him butterflies, but even so, he couldn’t get rid of this bitterness in his heart. 
“I love you. I love you. I love you so much.” Dokja repeated the same words until his voice croaked and his lips became dry.
All the while you ruffled his hair and massaged his scalp, and responded to each of his confessions with affirmation. 
“We’re gonna be okay, and you’re gonna be okay. I’ll wait for you Baby.”
That night, Kim Dokja cried himself to sleep in your arms, and for the first time in a long time, he felt warm, secure, and well-rested. 
So when he feels his own sword pierce through his heart painlessly by the one who he swore his eternity to, he feels just as safe and happy. 
You catches him as he falls, as you cry silently and reminds him to come back soon. 
“Don’t forget me, please.” 
How could he? When you’re the one who chose to move forward with the story, when you’re the one who will face his team after their reckless plan?  
He was already greedy and selfish, wanting you to never forget him and wait for him, however long that may be.
Kim Dokja is a fool.
An idiot that only makes you cry.
With a strained smile, he nods before noticing the notification above. 
[Incarnation ‘Kim Dokja’ will be killed by the person he loves the most]
When he wakes up, he promises that he will never sacrifice himself again.
But the story must go on.
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stealingpotatoes · 3 months ago
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some ppl very kindly loredumped abt the organa-solo kids for me so gonna put that + responses below the cut!! ↓
@erkhyan asked:
Don’t mind me, just dropping some Organa Solo kids lore, hopefully summarized enough. Anakin: both motivated and intimidated by the fact that his name was supposed to redeem that of his grandpa. Had his grandpa’s qualities (excellent pilot, great warrior, very strong in the Force) but none of his negative trait. Traumatized by being unable to save Chewie. Died a hero at age 16 during a successful mission to destroy a Jedi-killing weapon. Jacen: a big, empathetic goof as a teen, but was traumatized by the war that killed Anakin. The war and the trauma of Anakin’s death turned him into an introspective monk who went to learn weird non-Jedi Force powers. Returned, fathered a secret daughter, fell to the Dark Side because the Force told him that every timeline in which he’s not a Sith ends badly for his daughter. Became a Sith Lord by killing mara jade Skywalker. Eventually died when he found himself having to choose between saving his daughter from an Imperial plot, and dodging his sister’s lightsaber. Jaina: best pilot, best lightsaber user, best warrior, earned the nickname of Sword of the Jedi. Unfortunately, people mostly remember the fact that she was stuck in the world’s most annoying love triangle for two decades in-universe. And that time she processed the trauma of Anakin’s death by trying to seduce her Jedi Master. And that time she was in a bug hivemind that tried to solve her love triangle with a sexy threesome. And that time she went to train under Boba Fett so that she could kill Jacen in Luke’s stead. And also because the Jedi Order finally recognizing that she should have been a made a Master years ago, was almost the LAST thing that happened in the Legends continuity. Heavily implied that her husband would have eventually become Emperor (but a good one) if the continuity had been allowed to go on.
CHEWIE DIED??????????? also christ thats a lot to put on poor lil anakin jr-- ALSO AGAIN. POOR LEIA. HASNT SHE BEEN THRU ENOUGH (poor han too but LEIA)
WHY ARE THERE MORE STAR WARSES!!! LEAVE THEM ALONE!! a secret daughter hi i love those but AGAIN. POOR LEIA. A SITH. FR HE KILLED MARA JADE WHAT???????????? oh my god.
i support jaina's turboslaggery she's been thru so much also WHAT potential emperor husband????????? wow ok legends gets wilder n wilder
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@novastargalaxydesigns asked:
I saw your Jacen, Jaina, and Anakin from Legends! And as someone who freaking adores that trio, I'd love to help point out a few things! In Legends of the Force, Jacen starts to affiliate himself with the Dark Side with his cousin, Ben, as his apprentice. Anakin was killed before the book, The Joiner King, and I didn't get the book that he was killed off in, but if I remember correctly, it was told in The Joiner King that he was killed during a mission as a fighter pilot. Jaina, in Legends of the Force I believe if I remember correctly, she gave up being a Jedi to be a pilot. I don't have all of the Legends of the Force books so I may be a bit spiffy on a few things. But we cannot forget Chewbacca's nephew, Lowbacca aka Lowie, and Jacen's childhood and teen hood crush, Tenel Ka whom is a princess and he accidentally cut her hand off with his new lightsaber during the book Young Jedi Knights Lightsabers. And Zekke who went to the dark side in the series Young Jedi Knights (I only got the first 3), but was redeemed. Anyone please correct my nerdiness if I'm wrong. But anygays, you has been educated by a fluffy bean. Had a lovely day!
JACEN CORRUPTS LUKE'S KID??????? HUH?????? CAN THE SKYWALKERS NOT CATCH LIKE. ONE SINGLE BREAK FROM THE DARKSIDE EVER???????? PLEASE
sorry all i can think w the tenel ka thing is:
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@m0th-person asked:
To follow up on the solo kids ask, Jaina had a weird love life. Her love interest that she eventually married was Jagged Fel. He is the son of the former baron of the empire , Sootir Fel, and Syal Antilles-Fel (Wedge Antilles sister) . (a picture I found on Wookieepedia when he was imperial head of state, the white streak in the hair seems to be genetic) Jag grew up in Thrawn’s empire of the hand (and was grown up with the chiss expectations, that’s literally the second quote on his wookieepedia page)
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he had 3 out of his 5 other siblings die. He eventually became the imperial head of state (he first lost to his rival political candidate for the role because abeloth messed with it) and flash forward to the legacy comics, his descendants have revamped the imperial remnant into the Fel Empire. It’s mostly believed that his descendants are also Jaina’s because both Roan fel and his daughter empress Marasiah Fel are both force sensitive. And Jacen Solo’s descendant , Ania Solo, says she’s a distant cousin of Marasiah. (Roan)
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(Marasiah and her love interest) ( the imperial knights were grey Jedi that served the Fel empire) — and in legends Han actually had a family tree (ancestors, specifically, Jonash e solo (who was Corellian royalty and the admiral-prince during the old republic time period)) , and him and Jagged fel’s father used to rivals in the imperial academy. Darth Vader attended his class graduation and I only find this funny because Han became his son-in-law.
jaina was rlly living that booktok enemies to lovers life back in the 90s huh. go girl i love her and support her weird love life decisions so much
omg go han having fancy royalty ties <3 see hanleia IS politically advantageous
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solar4seekstron · 11 days ago
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IDW!Kup x Cybertronian!Decepticon!GN!Reader Oneshot: Sparkmates
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Content: 18+. You and Kup are couple goals. Before and during the war.
TW/Tags: Angst, wholesome moments, (Heavily) implied sex, (fake) death, blood, Kup is my robot husband I was living my dream writing this ok sue me, mild cursing, war, Deadlock is an asshole, Super long chapter. I believe that’s all?? (I changed a bit of lore- sort of to fit the story. I hope you guys can still enjoy!!!!!
Long, long before the war. You were a warrior you trained in mastery of swords. Although you also know how to use guns.
You also knew how to use swords. That being one of your main weapons besides your blasters. You have been around for a good while. Known by many to always have a smile on your dermas and narrowed optics to give you a softer look with your yellow optics.
You were a pretty tall bot as well. Being only a few inches shorter then Kup.
Understanding and mastering most weapons. Guns or not. Even at times working with making guns alongside bots like Hound. You were a pretty strong bot. Having a well built frame and a few small features.
Both being agile but strong. Not too bulky as you had a sort of knight look at some parts of your frame. (Almost like Rodimus in Animated. Just imagine that frame in IDW).
Before the war. You were once known for working along side your Sire Yoketron as he trains younger bots to protect theirselves.
One day when visiting Hound. You met him…Kup.
And boy were things different since then for the both of you. At the time he wasn’t an old bot who smoked and grumbled over everything as he worked under Optimus. He was a lot younger of course. His winkles having no existence at the time as he had a lot more life in him. Well that’s a lot more visible. (Think like a stereotypical hot college guy lol)
You two would eventually start chatting and before you both knew it. You both bonded. After Kup spent some time winning your Sire over for approval.
You always encouraging him to keep going forward and to show your sire his determination.
You two would then learn to except each others interest more and points of views over time. Then…on one faithful day….
He popped the question. Your courtship starting and before you knew it. You both were bonded.
But like most good things. It must come to an end.……
One day when in his apartment. Kup was going to ask you to join him and the Autobots. But when you returned speaking of your point of view with the decepticons. You two realized. You both were on a different path.
It was heartbreaking. But you both agreed to not hurt each other if you both can help it if your paths should ever cross….
You both couldn’t hold in your tears that night as you both left for war.
And so years went by. Before you knew it, its been millions of years. You were able to age slower thanks to the meditation and calmness of your nature. Not to mention how well you took care of yourself when not training and in battle.…
At times at least. Many decepticons throughout the years have tried to win your heart as you don’t seem older as most would expect you to be. Not to mention you skill and strong yet soft personality. Always having stories to tell.
Something that catches many by surprise. And the way you handle things even is also part of why other bots and femmes grow feelings for you. But you always end up as almost like a carrier, mentor, or sire to some bots anyway.
Overtime, although you won’t admit it. There’s one thing you do often look forward to when out on missions with other bots and femmes..
Is the possibility of running into Kups team. The Weckers.
You and Kup both made sure that no other Cybertronians knew about your relationship with each other long ago. But that doesn’t mean anything was still easier for the both of you. While you two would exchange looks. You two will never admit this now.
But you both always held back when trying to shoot at each other.
Luckily something Megatron will never find out. After all Megatron had no reason to not trust you. You’re one of his strongest worriors and one of the trusted advisors in his council. In both guns and swords.
Hand in hand combat as you were one of the bots who taught him to continue to be stronger.
Everything stayed like that since. Kup would lead and teach the bots under him and with him. Perceptor being the only one to know the relationship the two of you had.
One day though everything would change for the two of you. Unser if it’s for the better…or for the worse.
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Kup and a few of the other wreckers were on their usual patrol. Keeping an optic out for any decepticons from coming near the base. After some time the wreckers started making conversation and well…Kup has always stayed secretive with some things. Even as the others knew something was always up when speaking about relationships.
As they continue, you and your group were heading to their location to find some energon. This group always taking you with them as back up.
Deadlock being one of the bots. You and him always got along. But nothing really in common. Despite the comments many would make and assume about you two.
Many assuming you both would become a couple because “Swords” and both having a sort of understanding with peace. But the truth was.
Most Decepticons at your area at least. But you two… Could give less of a shit about each other.
As you all made your way to your designated location in your alt modes. One of the femmes say they should transform and look around once set up.
Having the 2 snipers look for any camp as the others watch around to protect.
You and Deadlock up front and watching.
Both having one arm down as the other bent and the cervo on a sword handle. You and Deadlock both doing this but with opposite cervos. Standing far from the snipers as the others started working on their weapons.
“You sure this gun blaster with work Y/N?” A femme asks you as she kneels down next to you. You glancing down at her as you let out a sigh.
But not in annoyance. You’d not then speak without looking at the bot.
”I designed it didn’t I. You can trust with promise it works.” Deadlock side eyed you before looking forward for a moment. The bot huffed as the femme got the weapon ready before sitting down with it.
The femme from earlier walking into the open land searching for life and energon. Becoming bate for any possible autobot.
Luckily she’s fast so killing her will be hard.
Back with Kup and his gang one of the bots sees the decepticon. Another fight soon insues. You and Deadlock soon getting involved as you both ran together into battle.
During the long fight it was you against Springer who made sure to insult and in his way flirt with you every now and then.
Meanwhile Deadlock took on Kup.
Deadlock was able to get a good upper hand. Even insulting Kup for his age when he can. Despite being aware you were around the same age as him.
With you and Springer the fight was just as intense.
As you two fought. You mostly were in hand in hand combat. Showing his boxing skills no match for your martial arts.
But because you both were on higher ground. You both ended up falling down a steep and long hill.
Falling into tree of an unknown planet (not earth). Springer dragging you along as he try’s to get into a few good punches.l
As you both fell to the ground. You two now seperated by the others. You’d make your way to pin Springer down. Getting ontop of him and holding him down as he struggles against you.
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Meanwhile with Kup. He wasn’t having much of a good time either. Deadlock being able to get an upper hand.
Stabbing his sword into and through Kups leg before then twisting it in for good measures. Causing Kup to groan and scream as he lays there. Doing the same thing to his arm on the other side of his body. Both his upper arm and upper thigh now injured as he groans and looks at Deadlock. Deadlock just casually cleaning his swords before looking down at him.
”Sweet dreams…..you old brute.”
From there he walked away. Leaving Kup there as he bleeds out.
Back with you and springer he was able to get you off him…eventually. After being able to grab something off the floor and stabbing at your thigh with it. Causing you to groan. He’s stab you once more at the side of your waist.
Pushing you and shoving you down with both hands.
As he was fast to get ontop of you. Soon he stabbed you in your left eye before shoving your face down into the ground as he puts you in a headlock as you struggled against his strength. He defiantly trained with Kup before.
”You once had honor before joining Megatrons fake cause! I only hope Primus may forgive your spark as he sees the blood on your hands…..Him and Yoketron…”
You’d continue trying to fight against him but it was no use. For a moment you believed him though. Maybe…it was best to see if it’s time for you. After all no one’s really waiting for you now.
And so…you gave up. Your arms no longer on his as he continues.. Eventually you stopped moving.
Springer then letting you go.
He’d leave after spitting on your frame. Making his way to the others as he climbed up. Eventually the two teams would seperate as the decepticons realize they’d have to retreat. Thanks to you missing and Deadlock couldn’t take them all on.
The others asking where you were. Only for the leader to say you are in the Autobots mercy now as a response. Deadlock not paying much mind as he transformed and drove with the others.
The same thing happening with the Autobots.
Believing Kup was killed by one of you until Springer mentioned he killed you.
At least that’s what he thinks.
After some time when everyone else was gone. The wreckers believing Kup was gone. After a few kliks it soon started to pour with green rain. A moment of silence.
That is….until you woke up with a gasp. Soon standing up as you looked around confused. You’re…alive? That-…how??? You’d look around and wonder.
Returning to the field only to see everyone was gone as you notice their tire marks on the mud around you.
As you kept looking around you soon find….Kup.
Kup groaned as he tries to stop the bleeding from his arm. Only for it to at times be too painful for him to try to stop it. His groans loud as he closed his optics. You made your way closer to him and kneeled down.
”Kup.” Your voice soft as he slowly looked up at you. The rain almost getting in his way. So you leaned your upper body over his.
Using your cervos to support yourself over him. Your cervos on both sides of his helm as he finally looks at you. Taking note of your optics injury. “I’m truly dyin’….Guess I’ve always knew it be you who’s the last thing I see during this whole damn war.”
He chuckled. You missed that chuckle. “Dont worry Kup. I’ll get you patched up.”
You’d then get to work on his injures. He’d groan from time to time as you took out a few of your tools from your hip. You’d take a few from your first aid before every mission. You’d check on him once you finished.
“Kup you still with me?”
Kup then looks at you as he sighed. “Yeah…But don’t really like this rain much though.”
You’d sigh as you think for a moment. You’d then gently pull him up. Ignoring the pain the stabs in your thigh. Having him on your back with your cervos under his thighs as his frame rests against your back, the arm not injured wrapping around you neck as you walked to a close by cave you noticed when making your way to the spot earlier that day.
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As you both made it to the cave you made sure to be very gentle with him. Setting him down against the wall of the cave. His cervo gently holding his injured arm as you checked his leg injury.
While you worked on it you didn’t expect to hear his voice as you kneeled before him consecrated.
”Why…Why are you helpin’ me Y/N Our…Our agreement…”
”Kup..I just…I just can’t right now.” You stay silent for a moment as Kup looks at you with curious optics.
“There’s more Y/N. Just spit it out.” You sigh.
”I just couldn’t leave you to die. I don’t wish to just leave you to bleed out….Even if you would do the same to me….” You looked down. His frown still there but..sadder. “Y/N…Do you still-”
He doesn’t finish as you grab his location transmission for his ship to come to you guys. “Y/N what are you-“
”You need to make it to the medical bay. Or else you’ll die.”
”But you need help too! Dont try being a hero now after everything! At least let the medic patch up you-“
”KUP!…….You. Come…First. The Autobots…they wont care I’m just another dirty decepticon who’s just leading you to deception…That’s all I am and all I’ll be! Understood!? You are going to be saved and we go our seperate ways. Like before as agreed!”
You’d keep at his leg before satisfied with how it is.
Kup only stared at you until he notices a big rock close to him.
“You know, when I think of us before. The possibility of us reuniting after our…separation. I thought it be on…different circumstances….heh even the possibility of it being over as we fought each other at most.”
You stay quiet for a moment before finally speaking as you then looked at him as you spoke. “Oh yeah and how you oof-“
Kup knocked you out with the rock in his cervo. He panted as he leaned back and looked at your unconscious body. Memories start flowing through his mind.
Snippets of you laying next to him on your shared berth. Your bright smile when you both were still young adults. When he would watch you sleep peacefully next to him. Back when you two were still Conjunx.
When you both still showed your love together…
Soon as he’s pulled out of his thought. The lights of his rescue ship appears. Kup letting out a sigh…He has a lot of explaining to do now…..
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After Kup was saved and you were taken in. Kup explained everything to his and Optimus. Optimus was a bit more understanding and asked the right questions as they interrogate him.
After Optimus told Kup that although they must hold you captive. You are a dangerous bot after all. Having a reputation amongst the Autobots. Springer was to say at most, the most surprised after hearing you saved him.
But just like everyone else. He wasn’t sure how that was possible. It has to be some sort of miracle that you survived. Only being knocked out and all.
Soon after when Kup and his team go on thier own ship once more. With you as prisoner. The young bots didn’t waist anytime with flooding Kup with questions. ”So what the hell is the story with you two- like you two make out before knocking them unconscious?”
”More importantly how did you even bag that! They’re way more good looking then you!”
”Not too mention probably younger Kup!”
”What was sex with them like?”
”GIVE US TIPS OR SOMETHING OLD MAN!!!!!!!!!”
Kup has had it. Standing up and yelling at the bots to shut up.
“Will you all shut up alright??!! Ok we dated! We were married for a good while before the war. We went our different ways. That’s all you need to know! They chose to save me for some reason alright! I don’t know why either. But I couldn’t leave them on that planet to bleed out!!!…….Now drop it.”
He sits back in his seat as he looked down.
Springer then sighs and looks at the others. All of them with pleading optics for him to ask you a very certain question.
He’d then command for the ship to go on autopilot and turn his chair towards Kup who just sat there.
”Kup…tell us how you and Y/N….met.” Kup glances back at Springer as well as the other bots did. He’d then sigh. Turning his chair toawrds the direction to the others as he rubbed the bridge of his nose with his closed optics. Letting out an annoyed groan as he looked at the others.
“Fine Y’all really wish to know? I’ll tell ya. But NO interrupting. Understood?”
The bots nod as they stare at him. All then pulling out some energon like popcorn. Kup then speaks of the very you and Kup met.
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I was but a young bot at the time. Before the many of your were born. I wasn’t always such an old bot either.
Back then I didn’t have my wrinkles and not much of a smoking habit then. I was just an ordinary bot. Trying to find work to help protect under the council at the time.
I was good friends with Hounds boss who had the best war stories. And he owned a pretty good guns and weapons store along with a shooting area. Little did I know. He got his weapons specialized and even practived by a certain bot who would change my life then.
And…in a way I still don’t and will never regret that moment….even now. They’re still the most…..fascinating bot I have ever seen…..Y/N…..
The door chimes as you walked in. Your swords on your hip handles as usual. You pretty much looked the same. Having no eye bags and no wrinkles like the more faded ones you’ll have in present time.
You had your usual smile on your dermas.
Your optics narrowed as you sighed. Making your way to the front counter. Kup was there feeling the guns weight in his cervos before noticing you at the corner of his optics.
He’d look at you as you pass by. His intake open a bit as he stares at you. You speak to Hound as his mind starts racing.
Eventually putting the gun down before he works up the confidence to come up from behind to next to you. Resting his elbow on the counter as his frame faces you. Trying to put on the best smile he can.
But it ends up being more nerdy and awkward. You’re looking at a gun Hound gave you to look over as Kup finally speaks.
”Hey there. Haven’t seen you around..here..” He drifts as he notices your swords. You’d glance at them then back at him. Then raising your cervo to him to shake as you kept your signature smile. “Y/N. And you are?”
He slowly shakes yours as he smiles once more. “Kup. So uhh you-”
”Alright Y/N I got your payment. Tell your Sire I said hello.” Hound walks in interrupting you both. Kup feeling a bit of pain in his spark as he struggled with his words. His cervo still out and his arm bent.
You and hound speaking for a moment more.
”Goodbye Kup. It’s nice having have met you.” Your soft voice pulling him from his thoughts. He watched as you leave. Both your arms stay on your sides as your hips sway. Kup stands there with his intake open as his arms falls to his side finally.
Hound noticed and closed his intake using a digit as he looked at him confused. “You good?
I wasn’t- after that I just couldn’t get them out of my helm. Such a strange but exciting feeling. And so that next day. I made a….choice.
“Hey Hound.”
”Kup? What brings you here? Didn’t you just do your pick ups yesterday?” Kup rubbed the back of his helm.
”Yes- but I was wondering ‘bout that bot yesterday. Y/N?”
”You’re still on about that bot? They’re just someone who works at that dojo. Barely even use guns themselves. I’d say forget’em now Kup. It ain’t like you to-“ Hound was then pinned roughly against the wall by Kup.
”Hound. Just give me the location of them and I wont tell your boss your dirty little secret with his daughter.” Hound gulped as his cervos stay up. “Okay-“
Wait- Hound actually got laid?
That’s besides the point! After Hound finally spoke. His intake actually to some use. I made my way to the dojo. I wasn’t sure on what I was goin’ to say or do. But I knew I just had to try…Not like I had anyone waiting for more besides some roommates.
Kup made his way to the dojo your sire owns. As you were in the training room, helping elementary sparklings learn to kick. Your sire Yoketron was at the front desk speaking to one of his students.
He was a few feet taller. Having a more bulky build.
Kup walks in and looked around. The student leaving as Yoketron turns his attention to Kup as he places his cervos behind his back.
“What brings you here young bot? Is it guidence on your….violent path? Or…something more?” His optics narrow as he stares down at Kup. Noticing Kups traits and the way he stands.
Kup looked up at him with his optics a bit wide.
“Uh yeah- Y-yes! I’m looking for a certain bot. Their name bein’ Y/N. You happen to know them?”
”Tall bot, two swords, yellow optics?” He says say he pointed at his own optics. Even tilting his head as he spoke.
”Yes that’s them! Heh. Wondering to ask them about possibly….I don’t know going out or somethin. So they work here. Right?” The two stared at each other. Yoketron had his helm tilted a bit as he stared down at him. After a second he finally blinks then narrowed his eyes.
”What is your name and occupation young bot?” he asks placing his cervos back behind his back.
”Name’s Kup. I’m currently training under the council for the military. I serve and protect to fight in any future wars and serve the city. I mostly handle in guns you see.” He gently pats his rifle in the gun holder on his hip. Yoketron seems a bit alarmed but stays firm as he listened.
“Would you say guns should be used for “much” combat in way?”
Kup thought for a moment. “Uhhh Well yes I suppose since it’s faster and gets the job done more then well why not?”
Yoketron stands there again. But his helm no longer titled as he then looked at him and blinked. At first Kup almost had a grin. Thinking he got him to agree to let him see you. But then as Yoketron walked out.
He was holding the back collar and waist of Kup. Throwing him out as he falls on his aft with a groan. Kup then looking back at Yoketron as he sat there.
”Until you can learn to find your inner peace and to not rely so heavily in the studies of…Just Guns. But the possible use to better help one forth called enemy. You may see my child then…Kup.”
He’d then close the door as Kup groans and stands up.
Walking away. That’s until he gets an idea as he sees the dojo is also a home in the upstairs.
When Yoketron walked up the stairs to the living room of your apartment later that evening, you were making energon cake to celebrate his birthday. You’d notice something was up with him. “Are you ready Sire?”
“Yes my little one.” He responds with a smile. You keep your usual smile and serve him his energon cake as he sits down. You taking your seat next to him as he looks at the candles. His cervos on the table. “Make a wish Sire.”
wait- How’d your know that happened?
……….They told me.
Oh-.
Now stop interrupting!
Sorry-
So..later after buying some flowers and walking around a store close by. Waiting for my chance of either their old man leaving or even just seeing them through the glasss window.
I soon saw my chance as I saw their Sire Yoketron walk out of the dojo. Once he was far enough and I saw then at the front desk. I went straight in for their heart! I was a lot more naive at the time….
After some cake, Yoketron got ready for his outing. “I’ll be visiting some old friends from my teen years. You’ll be fine while I’m out my little one?”
“Yes Sire. Now enjoy yourself. I shall be here upon your return.”
He nods and walks out after giving you a warm. As he left. It being mid afternoon. Kup was waiting on the other side of the building next door. You’d make your way to the front inside ahead of the front desk. You’d start cleaning the floors with a broom. From there Kup makes his way closer. Seeing you as you had your back to the glass door. He had some flowers from the store across.
Before he walked in he checked his looks at his reflection in the glass. He groan at himself. Why was he acting like this???
He’d then clear his throat once he walked in. “Y/N hello-“
You’d turn around and see him as you still held your broom. “Oh Kup hello. What brings you here? Are in search for self defense possibly?”
He chuckles as he got closer to you.
”Well no. I’m just here to speak uh speak to you actually…” You two are silent for a moment. He seemed like he wanted more to say.
“Uhhh these are for you!!! Thought it be a nice restart of…meeting?”
You chuckled as you set the broom down and gently took the flowers. Your cervos gently brushing against his.
He blushed a bit. And he had to hold back his grin from getting bigger. You gently smelled the flowers before looking at him. “Thank you Kup. They’re beautiful. Is there anything I can do for you?”
”Weeeeell a date would be nice. Maybe at that restuarent down the street of the broadcast tower?”
He was panicking inside as he looked at you. Your optics widened a bit and even had a small blush on your cheeks. Your smile only gone for a moment before soon returning. You’d narrowed your optics as you looked back at the flowers. You’d then let out a soft chuckle.
“Alright Kup. Since you asked so nicely.”
Kup had the cutest and most silliest grin as he looked at you. But from there both of your optics widened as you both look back at the sound of a voice. “Little one I apologize. I forgot to tell you….”
Yoketron walks in with a smile on his dermas. But that soon leaves when he sees ou too. Only seeing ou through the glass.
You stood there. Still holding a large bouquet in your arms as you stood there. Your face blank as your bright yellow optics looked up at him. Kups face now full of worry and a bit of fear.
You’d then smile.
”Ah Sire Welcome back. This is Kup. What was it that troubles you?”
Yoketron was definitely holding back as he forced a smile. “Oh doesn’t matter. Just missed you little one.”
He walks over to you ignoring Kup. “Ah these flowers are beautiful.”
”Aren’t they? Kup here bought them for the store across I believe. Aren’t they lovely.” You’d smile.as you looked at Kup. Kup was internally screaming on the inside. “I’ll uh see you then……Bye!”
From there Kup left as Yoketron rested a cervo on your shoulder. You were confused but then pulled from your train of thought as your Sire spoke.
“That young one is not guided well my little one. Best be careful with him as you carve your path. And I’m afraid I’ll be gone for a few days. So the shop will be closed for a few until the weekend. Understood my dear?”
You’d nod. “Yes Sire I’ll be fine.” He’d smile and leave. He’d then look around then make his way to his destination.
And so after that I made my way back to my apartment. I thought about them. That’s literally all I could do. I just couldn’t stop. It was then though that I realized…..I forgot to set a date and time-
And so that same night after some tips from some friends. I got an idea.
As you made you way to your berthroom. Writing in your notebook of possible weapon upgrades. You’re pulled from your thoughts as you hear a knock on your window. You’d then see its Kup hanging on for dear life.
“Kup!!!”
You’d open the window and he’d sit on the window frame. One leg in as he spoke.He
“Hey sorry I forgot to tell you a date and time.”
”Oh that’s alright figured you’d visit tomorrow or somethin…..Would you like anything?”
”Oh no no I’m just thinking maybe we can meet…meet at 4…tomorrow?”
You let out a soft chuckle and nod.
“Sure I’ll see you then Kup.” He took note your smile is a bit wider as lets out a nervious chuckled and you two stared at each other.
”Well I should probably uhh head home from there. S…see you then.” He climbs out and closes the window. Him smiling as you did the same. Both of you looking at each others optics. But when he tried to take a step back. Your body turned to the side before fully turning around as you crossed your arms.
Kup forgets he’s on a roof. He falls back and lets out a shout. You’d hear and run to the window. Opening it as you looked for him. Sticking your upper body out the window as you looked down.
”Are you alright?!”
”Yeah yeah…I’m fine.” He’d say as he stood up. After dusting himself off he waves at you with a smile. “Until then!”
“Until then…” You waved back as you watched him walk away. A chuckle leaving your intake and a smile on your dermas. After he was out of view you’d close the window and head to your berth.
And from there. So much has happened. Our date went perfect as you can imagine. The two of us having a lot on common in fact. We both enjoying a lot of things including guns and war tactics. They weren’t as peace on earth as you’d expect. Even when you’d look at their Sire. They had…more character and much tougher even.
Which defiently my type. After our date we ended the day with a kiss. Though I’ll admit I did get a bit carried away. But who wouldn’t?
And so after we’d have a few more dates. Eventualy when their sire returned I got to meet him in better terms. I eventually won his heart after I agreed to train under him for a good while just to gain his trust…..
And so after a few months after we started dating. I grew more in love with them every single day. Every..second I’d look at them. Think of them. And even when I didn’t think of them for a moment I’d still catch myself falling in love with them more and more. That was…..until the war started.
Everyone was choosing sides. Losing their jobs and so on. I wanted them to join the Autobots so that we can be together as we grow old through the war…but…
As you made your way into your shared apartment with Kup. He was sitting on the couch. His cervos together and his helm low. His knee moving up and down in his nervousness before he looked up at you.
“Y/N! You weren’t attacked were you?”
”No Kup. You know I can protect myself.” You say as he stood and walked up to you. His cervos on your waist as he looked down at you with worried optics.
You placing your cervos on his chest and shoulders as your forhelms touch. Tears forming in your optics.
”They…they got to Yoketron….I..I couldn’t tell if they were decepticons or Autobots-“
”Shh Shh Y/N. It’s ok…. I’m so sorry…He’s with the all spark now. He’s with Primus now. At least he wont be a part of this war now sweetspark…” He kisses your forhelm as you closed your optics.
You calm your tears as you looked up at him..”Kup……Megatron and Optimus Primes words….Their points of views….”
Kups optics widen a bit before returning to narrowing. Sad but almost hope in his optics as he spoke. “Y/N I…..I made the choice to join the Autobots….I..I don’t know if you…”
He sees tears fall down your cheeks more as you stared at him…..He finally sees it once you pulled back a bit. The decepticon logo on your chest as you cried. He just stares at it. Processing it..
”Is this…what you truly believe to be right for you sweetspark?” His voice cracked a bit at sweetspark.
His forhelm touching yours once more. “….Yes Kup…Megatron has a point with this…messed up system….and…and…” His dermas were against yours.
You returning the kiss immediately as both of your optics remained closed.
The kiss was passionate. Much like your first as it lasted. But…sadder now. Your soft kisses the only thing heard in the room as you both held each other for a bit longer.
Eventually he’d pull away for a moment. His dermas a little close to yours as he whispers. “I wont fight you sweetspark….But….” His cervos now on your shoulders as he pulls away. His optics soft as he has the frown he’ll soon wear all the time to his old age as he spoke.
”An autobot…cant be with a decepticon…and if our paths were to ever cross….we shouldn’t hold back….We are nothing more but enemies from then on……”He says as he walks past you to the door. Saying that last part as he opened the door.
“You shall always be in my spark…maybe in another life.” You two gave each other one last kiss. Not caring if it’s right or wrong…
Once he pulls away. He backs up only a little bit.
“Good bye..Sweetspark….I’ll always keep you in my spark.. even if I can’t see it.”
Once he was out. You teared up only more. You two saying that was your way of saying I love you. You falling to your knees as Kup hears your soft sobs through the door. Tears falling down his cheeks as he tried to remain strong. Making his way to Optimus once his tears finally disappeared….
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“And that’s basically how it ended…”
The few of the wreckers were holding in their tears as they just stared at Kup.
Bulkhead though was the biggest cry baby in there as whirl tried to calm him down. “Chill out dude-“
”AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH It’s so Saaaaaaaaad” Bulkhead cries as he blows his “nose” in a tissue. As the others cry too, even Kup looked at them surprised.
Springer then becomes the one with the idea. “Kup maybe you should….talk to them. Try to understand this and well….maybe in some way…there’s hope for the both of ya.”
Kup took in his words as he looked down for a moment. The others agreeing with him as Kup then sighs. “Yeah I…Guess I’ll give it a try.”
He’d stand up as the others watched. Making his way the cells where you were behind held captive in.
You were already awake. Your cuffed to the wall with two of your arms up. Same with your ankles being cuffed as well as you could only watch out the window from your cell.
Eventually though you’d notice the cameras turning off as their lights turned off.
Kup soon appears, opening the cell. You took note he had a bandage on his leg and his arm. He did have a limp. He took note of your bandages as well. You had a patch over your eye now as well as a bandage on your thigh as you’re held up.
Along with a wrap around your waist.
He’d make his way to stand infront of you. Leaving the cell opened as you two stare at each other in silence.
Until he spoke.
”They um….patched you up pretty well huh..”
”Yeah..They did. …They um…They..:
“Kup..Why are you here?”
Kup thinks. He thinks hard as you look at him.
”Why don’t we..have a chat. Hm?” He pulls a chair and sits in front of you.
”Sure, not like I can go anywhere.” You both chuckled as you both began to speak. Talking abut the good. The bad. Everything throughout the year. Eventually the two of you reach a heart to heart.
Even as you spoke about how the Decepticons are no longer what they were build up for in the first place.
But despite you wanting to leave. It was a lot harder than what most Cybertronians would expect. You’d explain how you’d wish to leave but always felt so trapped. Especially when around Deaddlock who is one of the only few bots who can match you.
Then you two spoke about the past when you both dated. You made a mention. Something you forgot to keep secret from your hot headed partner. Causing him to stand up as he confronts you.
”You were once courted by Hound??! How come I never heard of this before??”
”He asked me to not tell you. Me and him just ended things on good terms when we realized it wouldn’t work out.”
”How long before us?”
”…………”
”Y/N.”
”mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm like two…..” He raises an optics ridge. “Two?…”
”weeks-“
”Two weeks before we met??!!”
”Yeap-“
Kup started losing his crap. Throwing the chair and talking shit about Hound.” That guy can’t even- UUGHH!!!”
”Yeah and after that he went into a relationship with his bosses daughter. At least he finally realized what he wanted before breaking another’s heart huh.”
You’d say with a smile as Kup finally calmed down. Before standing before you again. “Oh we are so having a talk later. I already…….I already spent enough time here…..”
”Will you…visit me again?”
You’d say as he looked at you before grabbing his cigar. Something he did out of habit everyday. He’d look at you. Your optic soft and…sad..
He’d then think again before coming closer to you. His chest almost touching yours as he spoke. “I want you to be honest with me….Do you…..Do you still love me Y/N?”
You’d stare into his optics. Both surprised but….honestly happy from his question. So as you opened your intake. You spoke nothing but the truth.
”Honestly….The love I have for you…It never truly went away. What we both had back then…It never truly stopped.”
Kup only stared at you. Knowing that you’re telling the truth. He’d then sigh before nodding as he looks at you once more. Only to start uncuffing the cuffs on your ankles.
”Kup what are you-“
“Before I do your hands…Y/N will you join the Autobots? Join me? The wreckers are one of the best teams you’ll ever join! Join me and we can restart!……This is the only chance I can give you…..”
His cervos rested on your waist as you looked away for a moment. Maybe this can be your chance?…..Why not? And so with a shaky voice but warm and soft…you spoke.
”I will fight..For the Autobots.” Causing Kup to smile as he finally releases your arms from the cuffs. His arm around your waist as he handles the other cuff.
So when you were finally not against the wall, you weight was against him and he gently sets you on the floor. Your cervos on his shoulders as his other arm wraps around your waist as well. You both staring at each other with small smiles on both of your dermas.
“So, you goin’ kiss me like you miss me?” You asked teasing. Him letting out a soft chuckle.
”Boy did I ever before huh?” You both let out a chuckle as your dermas soon meet.
Unlike your last one. Similar to your very first kiss. While still filled with love and passion. It wasn’t full of sadness like the last one. Or unsure and scared as the first one. This….this one is more certain. Almost impatient as your cervos move to the back of his helm.
His arms around your waist gently holding you against him as the kiss grows more hungry. His cervos then picking you up by your thighs, you moving your legs around his waist as your cervos remain where they are.
You’d pull away for a moment. Your optics narrowed as your dermas are close to his. His optics narrowed as well.
“I missed you Kup..”
“…..I missed you too sweetspark..” you both smiled.
Both soon returning to your kiss. It becoming more and more heating as you both cling to each other.
Luckily since the Wreckers didn’t have any other prisoners. You both didnt have to worry about making too much noise. Until you got forgot of course.
Before you both knew it Kup had your back against the wall. The sounds of your kisses and moans in the cell as you both soon then..hear a couple clicks.
You two defiently have a lot of making up to do. Every second worth it!
—Meanwhile with the Wreckers….
Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank Clank
Whirl was sipping on some energon coffee. Only for it to fall on his lap from the cup and make a mess as the others were playing cards. Springer having his cervos interlocked as he watched forward. Bulkhead then looking at Springer ad the others soon do the same.
Springer then sighs as he rubs the bridge of his nose. “He earned it. Can’t say scrap this time guys.”
The others groan.
“Yeah that’s it just like the old days!!!” Kup yells causing the wreckers to groan more and Bulkhead to cover his own audio sensors. This went on for a good while after…..-
Bonus—
As you spoke to the Wreckers.
Them curious on how someone like Kup was able to convince you to date him.
Looking at your point of view.
Kup can be seen in the background strangling Springer with just his cervos as Springers own are on Kups arms. Trying to stop him.
Yeah Springer told Kup why you were knocked out.
So Kup descided to teach the poor lad a lesson on what happens when you mess with his sparkmate.
A lesson he’ll surely never forget.
UGH!!!!!! I LOVED WRITING THIS!!!!! THIS WAS SO FUN AND GOD IM SO HAPPY TO FINALLY WRITE FOR HIM!!!!
I hope all you other Kup simps were able to read and enjoyed this. Sorry that it’s so long. I got so carried away but I regret nothing!!!! I hope you to see you guys in the comments and hear y’all opinions. So ya know don’t be too mean lol.
Anyway y’all know a repost is always appreciated and I hope to see you guys in the next post and have a good rest of your day!!!!
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hellfirenacht · 4 months ago
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Splash Zone
Summary: You and Eddie go to Gareth's Pool Party
Fluff and bullshit, no y/n, reader not described, I don't think I used any pronouns for reader actually, not beta'd, implied Eddie x Reader
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Eddie knew that of all the members in Hellfire that Gareth was the most well off next to Jeff. Well, in theory he knew that since it was Gareth’s parents who allowed Corroded Coffin to play in the garage a few times a week for practice. Eddie had even been inside of the home once or twice to use the bathroom, and had only caught glimpses of the pool in the backyard. 
It was the hottest day of the year when Gareth invited everyone over to his place for his birthday. He grumbled that it was his parents that really wanted to throw him a huge bash for his 17th, but it’s not like the kid had any friends outside of Hellfire to come. So it was decided that after practice, Hellfire Club would spend the afternoon in the backyard eating cake and pizza and enjoying the freshly cleaned pool. 
You showed up an hour after practice ended, and made your way to the back yard where music was blasting out of a very nice looking boombox. You dropped your birthday present for Gereth off on the table and made your way over to where the boys were all lined up with their heels against the edge of the pool. Most of them were soaked, but Eddie was still bone dry, they all looked excited and nervous as Eddie paced the line, holding what looked like a small magazine in his hands.
“Gareth. You have entered the long corridor and there are two doors. One red, and one blue. Which door do you enter?” Eddie had a maniacal grin. 
You walked over beside Eddie, raising an eyebrow. “What’s going on here?”
“We’re just playing a game.” Eddie said waving the magazine. ADVENTURELAND was written on the front with a picture of a dragon. “I’m running the game and every time they die or make a stupid decision, I push them in the pool.”
“Are you a fucking nerd or something?” you asked, stripping down to your swimsuit, and making your way to the line up. 
You had always known Eddie as a passionate DM, but seeing him now was next level. Everyone was taking the game seriously, but you just couldn’t. Normally you gave Eddie the respect he deserved as a dungeon master and rarely derailed on purpose but this was a special occasion. 
After a few rounds of staying dry, Eddie approached you with the magazine and read from it dramatically. “Adventurer, you have made it to the cavern and inside you see a sword, a golden apple, and a letter. What do you do?”
“I attack the darkness.” You said, crossing your arms. 
Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?”
“Did I stutter?”
Eddie turns and sets the magazine down and the others take a step to the side away from you. You stood there with a smirk and crossed your arms as Eddie approached you. 
“Using your fire ball, you attack a dark corner of the room.” He says. “The spell lights up the walls for a brief moment, and the air grows hotter. Then.... nothing happens.” 
“Damn, I was sure that would do someth-THING!” Your response quickly turned into a squeal as he shoved you into the pool. You flailed as your back hit the cool water with an impressive splash. You stayed below the water for a moment before resurfacing with a laugh, wiping the water off your eyes. 
You darted over to the stairs and hurried back into your place in the line up, feeling better about the heat now that you were soaked as your friends laughed and rolled their eyes. 
This continued for the rest of the afternoon, as Eddie gave you all guidance and you all decided on what your shared character should do. With each misstep, one of you would be hurled into the pool by Eddie. 
By the end of the adventure about an hour later, you all were soaked to the bone but emerged victorious with the treasure and the day saved. In victory, everyone except Eddie jumped in the pool and started splashing each other. 
You looked over at Eddie with a raised eyebrow. “Not going to join them?” you asked. 
“Yeah, I don’t exactly have swim trunks.” He said, glancing down at his shirt and cut off jeans. 
“So?” you raised an eyebrow. “Oh shit, is that why you were playing? You didn’t want to get in without a swimsuit?” 
“It’s fine. No use buying one when you’re not exactly in the vicinity of any pools.” He shrugged. 
“Can you even swim?” you asked. 
He glared at you. “I can swim. I grew up swimming in Lovers Lake.” 
“Cool. Get in the pool.” you said. 
“Are you serious?” 
“It’s a pool party. Get in the pool.”
“Listen I-” He started backing up towards the pool as he saw the feral look in your eyes. 
“Can swim. You’re getting in, Munson.” You adjusted your stance, getting ready to pounce. 
“Hold on- shit I have- shit- wait!” Eddie reached into his pockets and frantically pulled out his lighter and wallet and threw them onto the table. 
You weren’t a monster, so you waited politely as Eddie removed anything that he didn’t want to get wet, including his shirt. There was no stopping the way your eyes raked over his torso and the ink on his chest. The site only made your heart beat faster. 
Once you decided it was all clear, you ran at Eddie, ready to push him into the pool. His arms wrapped around your waist and with a jump and a twist, the two of you toppled into the pool together as the rest of your friends cheered. 
Eddie’s fringe fell into his eyes as he emerged from the water with you. He shook his head like a wet dog and splashed you immediately. 
“Do you always have to make things harder on me?” he asked. 
“Only when it’s fun for me- HEY!” You sputtered as Eddie splashed you with the might of poseidon. 
You countered by jumping on his back and clinging to him like a tree. “I’ll remember this next time we’re alone.” You said quietly to him.
“Yeah? I look forward to it.” Eddie smirked and jumped backwards onto his back, taking you down with him once again. 
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A/N: I'm trying to write more drabbles because I'm always writing and have very little to show for it. So expect more one shots and short fics between chapters <3
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7s3ven · 9 months ago
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ALL I WANTED WAS YOU. luke (pjo)
( master list ) - soulmate au
IN WHICH… Two opposites fall in love and where one sees an anchor, the other sees jail bars. And eventually, the pair must ask themselves, is this really worth destroying ourselves over?
“All I wanted was you.”
Warnings : Implied sex, spoilers, angst, a bit of gore
A/N : this fic is my Roman Empire
Ever since Luke had discovered the concept of soulmates, he had hated it. Why not let people decide who they wanted to love? Most people didn’t follow the laws of fated partners anymore, but those who did always ended up hurt.
Luke still had yet to meet his. He often stared into the mirror, his gaze trailing over his soulmate mark below his ear that looked more like a tattoo in his opinion. He was never interested in it before, even going as far as to try and harshly scrub it off. But ever since he arrived at Camp Half-Blood, he had been staring at it nonstop.
It stung and burned sometimes, probably a good sign to most but a bad one to Luke. It meant that your soulmate was close.
Stumbling into them was inevitable but Luke did all he could to avoid them, whoever they were. And then finally, the day Luke dreaded arrived. It was a new Aphrodite girl who shared Luke’s tattoo. His heart sank as soon as he spotted it adorning her neck.
Was it the commitment that scared him? Probably. Luke had never witnessed a healthy relationship, something that was impossible when you were a demigod surrounded by unfaithful deities.
And yet, Luke continued to hide from both her and from the soulmate connection. The more he ducked under heavy vegetation for cover, the more he noticed about her. How she loved to dive into the lake to collect perfect pearls. And how she always wore the same necklace her younger sibling had given to her the day of her arrival.
Luke found himself admiring her and while his brain tried to say no, his heart gravitated towards her. In a short span of time, Y/N had successfully captured him within her charming spell. It’s not like she was trying to anyway.
Weeks later, Luke finally had the courage to approach her. He started off with small talk and if Y/N felt the same stinging sensation in her mark as Luke, she didn’t comment on it. It felt like months until they finally acknowledged they were soulmates and while Y/N was overjoyed, Luke had to take a step back.
He resorted to standing in front of the lake, skipping smooth stones along the surface of the water.
“Luke?” A voice called out. He didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. He could instantly tell when his heart skipped a beat.
“Y/N. Hey.” He quietly greeted her, skipping another pebble into the water.
“Are you okay?” She questioned, stepping closer to Luke who wanted nothing more than to be away from her. She was a sweet girl but Luke felt suffocated in her affectionate presence.
“I’m okay.” He skilfully lied through his teeth, causing Y/N to smile.
“I was just making sure. You were in a rush to get away from sword training, which is usually your favourite.”
Luke could smell her soft floral perfume now. It engulfed him, making it hard to breathe. Or was it his imagination? Nevertheless, Y/N noticed his furrowed brows.
“Are you sure everything’s alright, Luke?” She gently questioned, hesitantly wrapping her arms around his torso. Luke went stiff for a second before he forced himself to relax. Y/N’s perfectly manicured nails dipped under his shirt and trailed across his back. It should have felt calming but instead it felt like sharp claws dragging across his skin, slitting his flesh open and letting blood ooze out.
Luke didn’t know he was holding his breath until Y/N pulled away. If she acknowledged his strange behaviour, she still said nothing. That was what she always did. No matter how Luke acted, she remained silent, not wanting to ruin the fragile relationship they had. If it was even considered that.
It was clear in that moment that Luke struggled with abandonment while Y/N suffered from getting attached too easily. Luke swallowed his protest as Y/N drew out the already long hug, not wanting to upset her.
When Y/N finally pulled away, Luke held her hands in his. They were soft with lotion and yet Luke could feel rust beginning to set into the cold handcuffs that bound him to her.
“People say I feel like sandpaper.” Y/N uttered as Luke enjoyed the feeling of her warm hands against his, even if it was for a minute before his dread kicked in as it always did. “So I make my hands gentle with lotion.”
Luke silently nodded before he let go of Y/N’s fingers.
“I’ll see you at dinner.” He put on a fake smile just for her and Y/N slipped away, giggling under her breath. It gave Luke a moment to catch his breath. And then the thoughts came. The dark, impulsive ideas that swirled around in his mind until he could only focus on them.
She’ll be happy if I leave.
She’ll find someone else.
She won’t agree to come with me… will she?
Even if Y/N was willing to follow him into hell, Luke wouldn’t let her. He didn’t want her to throw away her life as well simply to please him.
Luke had always been told he had to learn not to run away so he stayed put, knowing it would only increase the risk of Y/N becoming more attached to him. Thus making his acts of betrayal harder to swallow.
Evening came and the sun dipped below the bright green hills. Luke arrived late to dinner, already finding a plate of steaming food sitting next to Chris. There was the small outline of a heart next to his food and Luke already knew what that meant. Y/N had taken the liberty of her time to care for a boy who couldn’t care for her back.
Nevertheless, Luke sat next to his friend and ate in silence. Occasionally, his gaze would flicker to Y/N, who was already staring at him like a hawk.
Luke should have blushed. Anyone else would have if a gorgeous girl was looking at them like that. But he saw another thing behind those loving eyes, something monstrous and obsessive. Something no other camper noticed except for him.
Y/N’s pretty tinted lips curved into a happy smile and while outsiders to their complicated relationship saw a joyful girl, Luke saw the one person keeping him chained to camp. He would have left Annabeth without hesitation if he had to but something about Y/N kept him grounded and held him back.
It would only be a few more days until Luke’s master plan created chaos between the gods and their children, giving Luke the perfect opportunity to slip away. At least, it should have been the perfect chance if it weren’t for Y/N. No matter what Luke did, his mind couldn’t fathom the thought of leaving her behind.
He suspected it was the soulmate connect.
Luke had barely finished his dinner before he suddenly stood up and walked over to Y/N, who was chatting with her siblings. He tapped her shoulder, immediately gaining her full attention. She stared up at him with doe eyes and slightly pouted lips, causing Luke’s heart to jolt.
“Follow me.” Luke quietly uttered, not wanting to freak Y/N out with the infamous words we need to talk.
Y/N trailed after him like a lost puppy as he led her to his empty cabin. He shut the door behind him, locking it for good measures. He wanted to give Y/N something warm to remember him by instead of only recalling his cold and distant nature.
So he kissed her. And she, to nobody’s surprise, swiftly kissed back. Y/N took careful steps towards Luke’s bed, her lips still locked with his. The back of her legs hit his mattress and she fell onto it, bouncing slightly as the springs loudly squeaked.
“Are you sure?” She murmured. She wasn’t stupid. Y/N could see Luke adjusting his pants and unzipping them when he thought she wasn’t looking. Luke nodded his bed as he cupped her face in his large hands, trying to memorise her beautiful features before he left.
Luke pressed his lips to Y/N’s once more. Unlike her usually warm body, her lips were cold and unwelcoming like the jail bars that enclosed Luke. But he pushed on, relentless as he tried to chase every teenage thing he had missed in one night.
His first kiss.
His first time.
His first love whom he was starting to grow feelings for, and that scared him.
Every sound and whisper Y/N made drove Luke mad. This time, as her hands touched his back, he could feel her nails dig into his skin, scratching neat lines down.
Y/N fell asleep before him. The other kids had yet to return from dinner, as there was a campfire happening now, so Luke quickly washed himself off in the shower reserved for camp counsellors. He dampened a cloth, running it over Y/N’s body as she peacefully tossed and turned, mistaking a pillow for Luke and snuggling into it.
Luke watched with a sort of fondness before he snapped himself back to reality. He grabbed a glass of water that he had already prepared and, with a quick gesture, dropped a few sleeping pills into the cooled liquid.
He sat Y/N up and carefully tipped the cup against her mouth, watching as she swallowed every last drop while she was still unconscious. Her body drooped in his arms, the pills taking effect immediately.
Luke held her for a few seconds, enjoying the peaceful silence that now fell upon the cabin.
“Sorry, Y/N.” He muttered as he brought her back to the Aphrodite cabin and tucked her into bed, hoping she would still be asleep by the time he left.
As Luke predicted, the camp fell into chaos. The cabins took sides as Annabeth, Percy, and Grover had yet to return. It was like a battlefield, every person for themselves. Luke watched the discord unfold, knowing he was at the sole heart of it.
Y/N was still asleep by the time Percy arrived back at camp, which concerned most of her siblings. She had been moved to the infirmary and the Apollo kids brushed her case off as a small overdose that she’d recover from eventually.
“You knew Clarisse didn't steal the bolt… You did.” Percy’s eyes widened. This was the moment Luke had been working towards. For Percy to finally realize who as a friend and who was an enemy. His reaction to all this would determine what Percy was to Luke. “You worked with Ares to plant it on me so when the shoes you gave me pulled me down into Tartarus, the bolt would be delivered right to Kronos.
“I didn’t think you’d give ‘em to Grover to wear.” Luke sighed, “I am your friend. Percy, none of this was meant to betray you. The Gods are my enemies.”
“You…” Percy couldn’t choke out another word as he stumbled back, unable to belief his first friend at camp had been the mastermind behind all this.
“I’m here to recruit.” Luke grinned in a way that unsettled Percy.
“I don't wanna fight.” Luke muttered, “This is what I wanted to show you. This... is our way out. Way out of what? Camp. And their control.” Behind Luke, a portal appeared. “Backbiter can open secret doors. We can stay on the run as long as it takes.”
“Stop saying we.” Percy snapped. He wanted no part in Luke’s little game with Kronos.
“It's the word Zeus fears the most. The gods want us to fight for them, worship them, fear them. And they couldn't care less what we want. They're bad parents, Percy. And they've gotten away with it for far too long.”
Luke had a point there but Percy still wildly shook his head. “No. This isn't you. This is Kronos. He got to you.”
“No, he opened my eyes to the truth. A golden age. That's what they called it when he ruled. We're gonna help Kronos bring the Golden Age back. Stealing the bolt and the helm was easy. For what comes next... we're gonna need all the help we can get.”
Their swords clashed against one another, sparks flying everywhere.
Percy panted as he spoke, “Our parents aren't perfect, but they're trying their best. I met your dad. But he...“
At the mentioning of Hermes, there was a new type of anger flashing in Luke’s eyes. He grunted as he swung his weapon at Percy. “You did get better.” He heaved.
The portal thrummed again, reminding Luke that he didn’t have much time left. “Last chance.” He warned Percy.
The blond boy didn’t respond. He blocked one of Luke’s blows, accidentally cutting the brunette’s cheek. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” Percy was quick to apologise as if it were a simple sparring session.
Luke was ready to swing back at Percy harder until he heard the sound of twigs snapping. Annabeth revealed herself as she took off her invisible cap.
“Annabeth?” Luke whispered, furrowing his eyebrows. The anger in his gaze was suddenly replaced with remorse and sadness.
Annabeth hesitatingly lifted up her dagger. “I heard everything.”
Luke was about to step into the portal before he heard the sound of Y/N’s voice in the distance. In a desperate, and probably stupid, attempt at making the most of his few moments left, Luke opened another portal and jumped into it.
He immediately crashed into Y/N who held him up by his shoulders.
“Is it true?” She wailed.
Luke could only stare at the ground as his soulmate mark burnt with such intensity that it made him want to shout. “I’m sorry.” Was all he could muster up. Y/N’s emotional sobs racked her body until she let out a small gasp and wiped away her tears.
“I’ll come with you.” She uttered, “You don’t have to be alone. We can leave now!” Y/N grasped Luke’s wrist, tugging him forward. He remained still and unmoving.
“I can’t let you do that for me.” He said. “I won’t let you leave everything you’ve ever known behind for me.”
“But…” Y/N’s bottom lip trembled, “I want to… you have no idea what I would do for you.” Y/N almost pleaded, wanting to prove her complete devotion to Luke.
“I know. You would have walked to the ends of the earth. You would have walked off a cliff. You would have jumped into a pool of fire all for me.”
The tears running down Y/N’s cheeks made Luke feel pity for her. His sympathy towards her soon rotted into apathy as he spoke again. “That’s the problem. You’re willing to loose yourself to find me when I didn’t even know how to find myself. Let alone find another.”
Y/N quietly sniffed.
“The issue isn’t that I don’t know how much you love me… it’s that you love me too much.” Luke told Y/N the words he hadn’t been brave enough to say before.
But Y/N was not willing to back down. “Maybe if you knew how to love me, I wouldn’t have to make up for it with an abundance of myself.” She snapped.
“Maybe you‘re right.” Luke mumbled, unable to look her in the eyes as his ego deflated and he felt weak, like he was a new camper all over again. “Maybe I don’t know how to let you love me and maybe you love me too much and I love you too less.”
Luke slowly stepped away from Y/N. She reached out for him, hoping to grasp him before he slipped away. And she ran after him until he disappeared, his once calming presence slipping away and becoming one with the air.
Y/N kneeled to the ground as she cried. Her heart practically shattered in her chest, feeling like a million needles stabbing into her skin. Her tears felt like poison, stinging the flushed apples of her cheeks until her skin ran raw.
Luke tried to ignore the pang in his heart but with every step, it grew until every breath he took was accompanied by a sharp jab. He lightly wheezed as he clawed his way through the trees, away from camp and away from every good thing in his life.
The rejection of a soulmate always hurt the most, both physically and mentally. As Luke said, the people who followed the rules of soulmates always ended up wounded.
Y/N walked away with a newfound awareness about her identity. That her hugs were more suffocating than comforting and no matter how pretty they are, her hands will always resemble cruel talons when grabbing things. Her ‘I love you’s are always said with her finger on the trigger of a gun and her careful kisses leave sore bruises instead of delicate lipstick stains.
Luke emerged from the portal, away from camp and his friends and family, with a newfound sense. His desire for intimacy is more like a repulsion and with every new door he opens, his hands will always tremble on the handle. No matter how pretty the walls are inside, he would always find himself standing next to the fire exit, ready to flee the first chance he gets.
To love a ghost without pouring some of your own essence into their empty and weary bones is an impossible request.
Y/N eventually came to the upsetting conclusion that she should have stayed away from Luke while Luke wished he had found more reasons to stay.
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powdermelonkeg · 9 months ago
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Theory that solves(?) "founding of Hyrule" timeline inconsistencies:
Origin of Hyrule no. 1: Skyward Sword. Zelda, Link, and the Skylians settle the surface world at the game's conclusion. Notably, their dress looks nothing like the Zonai era.
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Origin of Hyrule no. 2: Tears of the Kingdom. Rauru and Sonia are the king and queen who founded Hyrule. Notably, Zonai mechanisms and architecture greatly resemble the pre-Skyward-Sword-era Lanayru mining tech and symbolism, though Skyward Sword's art direction is more cartoony than TotK, so that has to be taken into account.
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That's where it gets cyclical. If TotK's forgotten era came first, then:
Zonai influence should be ALL OVER Skyloft
The Gerudo should not exist, because they're (implied to be) descended from Groose, a Skylian; at the very least, there should have been a whole Gerudo culture in the Sky
Where did the Secret Stones go?
We should have seen Zeldra flying around in the sky, let alone Dinraal, Farosh, and Naydra
But if Skyward Sword came before all things Zonai, then:
The Lanayru Mining Facility (assuming it to be Zonai in origin) should not exist
Hyrule should have already been founded by Rauru's time
Of the two, Skyward Sword being first on the wild surface makes more sense. But if that's the case, there are even more questions:
Where did the Secret Stones come from? Are we to believe that Hylia gave them to the Zonai, since the Golden Trio have already left the Triforce and departed?
What about the Zonai themselves? They supposedly descended from the heavens. Were they just up so high that the Skylians couldn't find them? Did Hylia cleave the ground twice? Did they spontaneously appear up there like mice in grain bins?
Why is there a whole Temple of Time with bells that Rauru, one of two of the LAST of his species, woke up and went to sleep to? In fact, why is there an entire kingdom's worth of structures already built before the Sky Reckoning?
My solution:
The Zonai did exist pre-Skyward Sword, and did descend down from the sky ages ago. They built the Lanayru Mining Facility, utilizing the power of Timeshift Stones in their work. This is not Rauru and Mineru's era.
The Zonai are among the people that stay behind to fight Demise alongside Hylia, while the Skylians were sent up to Skyloft. The people of the Surface are entrusted with the Secret Stones as weapons against Demise, with the caveat that they keep them hidden. That's why they're called Secret Stones despite being well-known to Ganondorf in TotK, it was PARAMOUNT that Demise not know he could get any stronger.
The war ends. Just about every civilization is obliterated by it. The Zonai retreat as far from Demise's seal as they can to lick their wounds. They take the sages' Secret Stones with them, so as to not be caught unawares and lose them to Demise when he eventually reemerges.
Skyward Sword.
The evil is defeated, the Skylians come down to the Surface. That's the signal that it's safe to return now. Shortly after the Skylians officially start to settle, the Zonai, who know how things work, help them build a proper civilization.
Time passes. The Surface is officially a bunch of scattered clans with varying degrees of territory. People are content, though nothing is particularly efficient. The Skylians take on Zonai fashion and building styles as generations pass. The Zonai themselves dwindle.
Rauru, married to the leader of the Hylians, looks to unite the scattered clans under one banner in the name of prosperity and shared resources, idolizing the pre-Skyward era where the gods walked the land. He and Sonia officially name the place Hyrule, and any clan that signs treaty with them is considered within its borders. Mineru, meanwhile, has made her first construct models based on the Lanayru Mine Robots of old, which add to the appeal of joining Hyrule as its subkingdom territories.
Tears of the Kingdom, Zelda's first 12 memories.
Between the Master Sword going back in time and Zeldra's ascent, Zelda and Mineru get to work with as many constructs as possible to protect the Sky Isles they plan to send upwards. They need a TON of Zonaite, and recycling is a priority, leading to the gachapon machines.
Zelda knows enough about her kingdom that she knows where the land is particularly rich is where the people of her time settled, and Zonaite is shown to enrich soil greatly. This is why all the old Zonaite mines are underneath the towns in modern Hyrule, despite changing geography through other eras, and Tarrey Town's new-ness.
Zelda ascends.
The secretive Sheikah clan, having seen the Blood Moon's rise when the Demon King took power, realize that Demise isn't, in fact, all gone. They decide this means that their job serving Hylia isn't truly done, and return to help the fledgling kingdom as best they can. They bring the knowledge of the Master Sword of Skyward Sword days with them.
Ganondorf first shakes the seal he's under without form, leading to the first Calamity and the initial rise of Calamity Ganon. This is 10k years before BotW. This is also the first documented use of the Master Sword to seal the Demon King away, recorded in the tapestry.
The Sheikah are forced to abandon their technology. The Yiga/Sheikah split happens.
Literally all the rest of Hyrulean History happens after this.
Breath of the Wild.
Tears of the Kingdom.
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wangxianficfinder · 3 months ago
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1. Hello :)
I'm looking for this fic where lwj, jwy and maybe some others use wwx's inventions to travel back in time to before wwx was brought to yunmeng after wwx died and both lwj and jwy have all these plans to make wy's life better. lwj wants to bring him to gusu while jwy is planning to make his mother treat him better.
But, plot twist, the years pass and wwx hasn't been found and the time travellers start theorising that because it was his invention, maybe it pulled him back w/ them. later on, my is killed further establishing their theory that wy is alive and avoiding them. this goes on for years until the wen discussion conference when the top shooter is an archer from the wen sect named wei ying. the closing line of this fic was jwy, lwj and the others thinking that the sunshot campaign has been lost before it even started.
Also, there was a flashback showing that wrh's spirit had lingered after his death and he saw everything that happened after. so, when he saw them making the time travel array, he entered and went back with them. also, he was the one who killed my, I think by slitting his throat.
I don't remember if this was a multi chapter fic or not (I'm only like 60% sure it was), but I remember one of the author's notes saying that while jwy is saying that he'll make his mother treat wwx better this time, he knows deep down that this isn't true and that his form of love is selfish.
Hi again. I'm #1 from the sept 5th fic finder and I'm sorry, but it wasn't sunset, sunrise. It was more jwy-centric, and it's implied that wrh is still planning a war
NOT FOUND! Sunset, Sunrise by Ariana Deralte (ArianaDeralte) (T, 41k, WWX & WRH, WangXian, WIP, Time Travel Fix-It, Crack, Temporary Character Death, sorry I killed a-Yuan for a few paragraphs before the time travel, WWX is a Wen, Genius WWX, WRH gets to rewatch the series as a treat, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, in this house we acknowledge that all the sects have flaws, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, WWX Has ADHD, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Autistic LWJ)
FOUND? Lost Oppurtunities by Scarlet914 (T, 5k, JC & LWJ, WWX & WRH, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, JC Needs a Hug, Sad JC, JC is Bad at Feelings, JC-centric, Golden Core Reveal, Sad LWJ, Sad LXC, BAMF WWX, YLLZ WWX, POV WRH, Qishan Wen Sect Wins the Sunshot Campaign, Gusu Lan Sect, YZY Bashing, Bad Parent YZY, Mentioned JYL, One-Sided WangXian, WWX is a Wen, Inventor WWX, Genius WWX)
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2. hi thank you for all you do! i’m looking for a fic that starts during the cloud recess arc. wei ying steals lan zhan’s clothes/blankets and makes a nest on his bed? and lan zhan notices someone is stealing his laundry but doesn’t immediately realize it’s wei ying? @hashtagad
FOUND! this mattress is a desert island by bbyminmaki (E, 19k, wangxian, A/B/O, no sunshot au, mating cycles/heat, nesting, omega WWX, alpha LWJ, getting together, scenting, pining, friends to lovers)
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3. Hello! I have a request for ficfinder!
I don't remember much about it, but Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian were married (it was not post canon) and Wei Wuxian was walking in the woods at Cloud Recesses without his sword, and Su She attacked him. Wwx was able to dodge Su She's attacks. Su She was insulting Wwx and his relationship with Lwj, and Wwx was taunting him for being jealous. But then Lan Xichen showed up and was really angry at Su She. I think Su She got exiled and Wwx was kind of uncomfortable with that punishment, but the Lans were like "he attacked an unarmed person in the woods, even if you weren't married to Lwj, exile is a light sentence." I cannot for the life of me remember anything else about that fic, just that I think it was kind of long?
Thank you all so much!
FOUND! 🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 859k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement) They aren't married yet when that happens, but very engaged.
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4. Hi! This is for fic finder. Ithink this fic is about LWJ and WWX in arranged marriage. I think its for LWJ protection (? Not sure about this part). Then WWX is sent to a war but failed to come back and declared as dead. LWJ become a widow (it is a correct term?). Because he is still young, many pressed him to remarried, but he use a griefing period to avoid that. I think he write a poem and become famous because of those romantic poem and ballad using a fake name. And then near the end there are a negotiation to exchange prisoner and WWX is not one of them (?) It was revealed that someone want him dead and dont want him be rescued (i think it was yxy?). A yuan, who should not be there tells lwj about wwx. Wwx then rescued and the three of them in the inn. As wwx rest there, JWY visited and talked. Lwj then bring wwx and a yuan to his house in capital. I think there are a sheep/goat involved?. Wwx healed but there are some injuries that cant be fully healed. I think because of that he cant do something he was proud of doing. I dont remeber if it was his hand or leg or maybe his eyes?. I think then lqr teach wwx something. Thats all i can remember. Thanks
FOUND! ❤️ Where the nightingales are singing, and a white moon beams. by Moominmammashandbag (M, 52k, wangixan, jin zixuan & lan wangji, no powers au, grief/mourning, aftermath of war, angst w/ happy ending, reunions, fluff & smut)
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5. Hiiii, can u pls help me find a fuc where lwj plays cleansing gor wwx coz if he does that wwx will be free of resentful energy but his body is literally held together by resentful energy so it almost kills him but wen qing saves him and the core secret is also revealed. Pleaseeree help me find it, thanks!
FOUND? 🧡 decay by antebunny (G, 15k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, the fluffiest ending, Hurt/Comfort)
FOUND?🔒A Heart Undying by NonsensicalRambling (M, 114k, WangXian, Undead WWX, Canon-Typical Violence, canon-typical dead things the burial mounds, Fix-It of Sorts, Canon Divergence, Eventual WangXian, No Yīn Tiger Seal, Morally Gray WWX, Animals Eating People, WWX's questionable choices, Morally conflicted LWJ, Oblivious WWX, WWX Creates a Sect | Yiling Wei, YLLZ WWX, Sect Leader WWX, LWJ & WQ have an Understanding)
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6. Hi! For the fic finder
I have scoured ao3 dark lan zhan tag and similar but I still can't find this fic. I remember Lan Zhan gets like cursed (i think he got the curse from a junior accidentally) and the curse like lowers his self control and amplifies darker urges so he takes wei ying to a cottage to live his domestic dreams but at some point wwx realizes lwj is isolating them and wwx tries to trick him to send a letter to lan sizhui. This doesn't work abd LWJ doesn't realize he is cursed. The curse like hides the mark too i think?? It ends happily I think.
I wonder if I'm mixing fics or it's been deleted bc I just can't seem to find it?? Thank you in anycase!
FOUND! Clouded by diamondbruise (M, 15k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Getting Together, Case Ficish, Curses, Dark LWJ, It's a curse, Dubcon Kissing, Jealousy, Sharing a Bed, Angst with a Happy Ending, Dubious Consent, no sex in this fic just in general)
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7. Hi! This is for fic finder. Qin Su ressurected someone (either wwx or jyl im not sure but i think it was wwx). Whoever in that body now do qin su duty and trying to make her own power without jgy knowing. And then there was a flood. She help people there as expected, but she do her duty too competent. JGY now suspect it was not QS in that body and confront her. Thats all i can remember. Thank you! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername
NOT FOUND!🔒Everyanything by deliciousblizzardshark, lingeringdust (E, 46k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Franken-canon, Gender Identity, Gender Dysphoria, Trans WWX, Protective LWJ, Accidental Baby Acquisition, tCanon-Typical Misogyny, Fluff and Angst, Vaginal Sex, Canon-Typical Major Character Death)
NOT FOUND! the problem with authority by isabilightwood (M, 139k, wangxian, qingli, Canon Divergence, Sacrifice Summon, slightly dark!JYL, wq lives because i said so, Angst with a Happy Ending, Chronic Pain, Mild Sexual Content, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch WangXian, manipulative relationship (background xiyao))
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8. Hello! I'm trying to remember the name of a long fic where wx are hooking up, no relationship. Wwx will come to lwj's super nice modern apartment, they'll have sex in lwj's big modern bed with a moving headboard that exposes restraints and then after wwx will take a bath and sleep in the guest room. Does this ring any bells?
FOUND? A Sure Thing by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 95k, WangXian, Modern, Sugar Daddy, Sex Work, Light Dom/sub, Aftercare, Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Bondage, use of sex toys, boundary setting, Relationship Negotiation, many baths, Barebacking)
FOUND? show me a quiver, give me tonight by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 115k, wangxian, lwj/others, communication failure, mutual pining, artists, demisexual wwx, angst w/ happy ending)
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9. please help oh wonderful mods : a favorite Cloud Recesses Study AU with injured talisman genius Wy, ace Jin Zixuan, good mother Jin, WY explodes badguy Wen’s heads - couldnt find it again!! @oldoni
FOUND! 🧡 To have and to hold by Moominmammashandbag (M, 78k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Major character injury, CQL verse, Happy Ending)
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10. hi i’m looking for a fic i read a long time ago. it was a post-canon jc & wwx reconciliation fic. i believe it was jc and an oc jiang disciple on a night hunt where they ran into wangxian who were also working on that case. i remember there was some sort of misunderstanding regarding this (i think he found some letter?) but not the exact details of it. one scene i remember clearly was jc finding out wangxian were married and being a little hurt that he wasn’t invited. after they opened up, wwx told him he was there for it and when jc realized he meant the two bows in the jiang ancestral hall, he said smth like jyl would be rolling in her grave and demands a proper ceremony i think @nalalie
FOUND!🔒asunder by alessandriana (M, 51k, JC & WWX, JC & LWJ, WangXian, Post-Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Twin Prides of Yunmeng Dynamics, Reconciliation, Golden Core Reveal, Violence, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Death, Case Fic)
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11. Hello to fic finder so here's what I'm trying to search for I remember it as a podfic and I remember it was in Lan zhan POV I think and it was like him thinking about wei ying leaving the cloud recesses soon and I remember one Pacific scene where Wei ying was teaching the baby Lan how to sew their clothes
FOUND? [Podfic] And Yet Here You Are by zaffre (T, 1-1.5H, WangXIan, Post-Canon, Domestic Fluff, Location: Cloud Recesses, settling down, LWJ needs a hug, Separation Anxiety, Teacher WWX, People being nice to wwx is my kink, And probably lwj's kink too huh, very light angst, Chief Cultivator LWJ, And Yet Here You Are by cosmicmilktea)
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12. hi! i’m looking for a fic where lan zhan has a type of hanahaki where he has a tree/plant growing roots in his back that he removes a few times. i believe he also worked with textile production and the fic itself had a very stylized writing and was quite angsty. thank you!!
FOUND? The Roots Grow Riotous by hansbekhart (E, 104k, wangxian, modern, fashion au, garment company, casual sex, group sex, implied/referenced cheating, switching, recreational drug use, angst w/ happy ending, single dad WWX, panic attacks, implied/referenced self-harm, grief/mourning, catharsis, body horror, floral horror) is the absolute masterpiece , Roots Grow Riotious by Hans Bekhart , it's taken off ao3. however I have a copy and I've gotten permission to share from the author, DM your email so I can send you a pdf. @/the-marathon-continues-nip
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13. Guys~ I love u blog and am so desperate so I will cut to the chase:
There was this wangxian time travel fic where they meet their younger selfs and go back again. I think it was 7 chapters. Pov was mostly LZ (Young and old) and young Lz was confused about why he "didn't" marry Wwx ( Wwx introduced himself as mo xuanyu)
Hanguang-jun’s Husband by lilacevergarden (T, 6k, Time Travel, post-canon wangxian being disgustingly in love, wwx bullying teenage wangxian, Yeah that’s it, Jealous WWX)
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14. Hello, hope you’re doing well! I’m asking about a fic I read a while back. Lan Zahn and Wei Ying meet as children, but Lan Zahn doesn’t take him back to the cloud recesses. Instead, years later, they meet during the disciples visit to Gusu. Lan Wangji remembers Little Wei Ying as Wei Wuxian, but Wei Ying has no memory of him.
Highlights include drunk lan wangji with other disciples, su she getting punished for trying to assault lan wangji, and more I don’t remember. I read this in 2019, so my memory is pretty spotty.
It’s probably been deleted, but I really enjoyed this one. Thanks for your help. @myshallweplay
FOUND? Sun on a rainy day by MiiMi (M, 194k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Childhood Memories, Childhood Friends, Idiots in Love, Happy Ending, First Love, Fluff and Smut, Angst, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Reversible Couple, Bottom LWJ, Top WWX, WangXian/XianWang, XiCheng, Top LWJ, Bottom WWX)
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15. Hello! I'm looking for a Wangxian fanfic. It took place in a modern au. LWJ and WWN's entire family were gathered for a barbecue, and Wangxian was fighting. There is a moment when Lan Wangji is about to eat something spicy, and Wei Wuxian stops him from eating, but they continue to fight. I remember that at some point, Wei Wuxian is eating this spicy dish, and Lan Wangji gets up to kiss him. And horrified by this situation, Jiang Yanli spills a glass of wine on Lan Wangji's shirt. I remember the story ended with Wei Wuxian saying that her husband was a knight with him and them going away to clean Wangji's shirt @a-ghostking
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17. This is probably some sort of canon divergence, not post-canon. I think it might take place somewhere after WWX busts out the Wens but before the shit hits the fan. Anyway, the specific detail we're working with here: WWX asks how the yin iron pieces were destroyed, please don't say you just chucked them in the volcano, then tells the sect leaders they fucked up and Qishan is going to explode with resentment if something is not done soon. Thank you 🖤 @linderel
I don't believe I've read this before, and I'm pretty sure the fic I'm looking for was neither crack (treated seriously or otherwise) nor time travel, but I'll certainly mark it down for later!
NOT FOUND! 🧡 built by the fires of volcanoes by isabilightwood (T, 26k, wangxian, time travel, crack treated seriously, canon divergence, fluff & humor)
FOUND! 🔒In search of safety by SomeDumbGuy (M, 22k, One-Sided WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Incomplete Fix-It, Unreliable Narrator, JZX Lives, distruction of the yin tiger seal, Is it still hurt/comfort if it's comfort then hurt?, Blood and Gore) Here is a quote from chapter 3: “What do you have on the destruction of the Yin Iron at Nightless City?” Wei Wuxian asked. “We don’t have anything. It was thrown into the lava in the aftermath of the battle,” Lan Xichen replied.
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18. Hello
I'm looking for a fic published @ 2020 or so
Idk if it was dark lwj, but at the meal in Yiling, LWJs inner monologue was very critical, on how Yuan had no manners and the Wens were very bad for WWX.
Wwx might've also been outwardly hostile, but put up w it for the food @midnightlighthowlite
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19. Hiii, hope you're having a nice day :)) i was searching for a certain fic in which both wei wuxian and lan wangji are assassins and housemates. They both dont know that the other is an assassin too but they keep coming across on their missions.(i think they were competing and sometimes lan zhan was just watching wei ying do his job? idk) i remember wei wuxian accidentally revealing his identity by talking?? Something like that! Hope you can find it bc i've been searching for it nonstoppp T-T anywayss thank u in advancee!!! @for13years-i-play-inquiry-foryou
FOUND? silhouettes to steal this night by moonsteps (T, 51k, WangXian, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Modern, Assassins & Hitmen, Roommates, Rivals to Lovers, Fluff and Angst, Identity Porn, Violence, Blood and Injury, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Secret Identity)
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20. Hi! This is for fic finder. Its modern with magic (i think? Because the tech is not showed much) and single parent wwx. I think that lwj is sent by an institution to make wwx accept a contract to familiar because he didnt have a familiar for years and usually people who didnt have a familiar for yearst went crazy/died (i think it was a familiar. Not sure about that). In wwx house, lwj meet lsz. He then tried to confince lsz to study in institution. After that, i dont remember much. I think lsz transform and became a dog that kinda declared to the world that he is a wen. Lsz is left by wq as a baby and found by wwx. Wwx then raised lsz. I think they have a cat (or crow) that reminded wwx of wq. Lwj found out the reason why wwx didnt go crazy/die is because wwx make a clone of himself and killed it. Lwj found the corpses in wwx's backyard in a grave. That grave is near a tree. Long story short, at the end of the story, it was implied that wwx faked his death with jyl, jwy, jzx, and lwj help and moved to england (?). Thank you! @idontknowwhattowriteforusername
FOUND! Howling by MimiSpearmint (E, 40k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Mortal Instruments Fusion, Horror, Eldritch, Domestic Fluff, Single Parent WWX, Witchcraft, Getting Together, shifter!lwj, yllz!wwx, Intercrural Sex, Hand Jobs, Angst with a Happy Ending, Switch WangXian, a bit of a degradation kink, anti-STI sex talismans, Anal Sex, Oral Sex)
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thus-spoke-lo · 9 months ago
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An Education [NSFW/18+] Dracule Mihawk x afab!reader x Roronoa Zoro
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cw: afab!reader [no pronouns used]; implied D/s relationship between reader/Mihawk; mention of Shanks x reader; vaginal fingering; oral sex [reader receiving] wc: 2.1k // Read on AO3
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The afternoon sun filters through the tall windows, long columns of light stretching across the cool, stone floor. Zoro stands in the middle of the room, a sword held tightly in his large hands, and he repeats the same motions with it again and again like a meditation, a mantra with a rhythm and cadence that only your master could have taught him. You stand in the doorway, observing his movements, almost grateful that he is so deeply focused that he doesn’t seem to notice you. Beads of sweat trail down his temples, thin rivulets running down his neck and dampening his shirt so it clings to him like a second skin. His biceps strain against the fabric with every swing of the blade, and he grunts softly with each movement, a noise that registers as almost lewd when hits your ears; your legs press together almost on their own as you continue to observe him from the shadows, and a slow, aching heat begins to build.
You’d watched him for months, day after day, sometimes forgoing your afternoon chores just to observe him; gardening and doing laundry seemed far less interesting in comparison. Zoro barely acknowledged you when he wasn’t training, merely grunting in appreciation when you served dinner and took your place beside Mihawk, curtly nodding at you as he passed in the halls, not even raising his head to look at you when you left clean clothes in his quarters. He even ignored your occasional intrusions during his weekly bath, avoiding your gaze entirely as you muttered some flimsy excuse that you were dropping off fresh towels, never even looking your way no matter how long you lingered.
There was something odd about the way he elected to ignore you; he had no qualms about engaging with Perona, spending his free time quarrelling with her as if they were siblings separated at birth, but with you, it was different. It would almost seem as though he was avoiding you, perhaps denying his own passing fascination with you, just as you did with him.
“You’ve taken a liking to him, haven’t you?”
You stiffen at the sudden low, quiet rumble of Mihawk’s voice; you had been so captivated watching the moss-haired swordsman that you hadn’t even heard Mihawk approach, a mistake for which you silently scolded yourself. His large hand comes to rest upon your shoulder, fingers sinking into the fabric of your shirt, and your heart drums guiltily in your chest.
“I don’t know what you mean,” you mutter, barely above a whisper, as you turn towards him. You drop your gaze to the floor—he hasn’t yet required it of you, but you suspect this is not a time that you should try to meet him as an equal.
“It’s alright, darling, you needn’t worry.” He places a thumb and forefinger under your chin and tilts your head up towards him, golden eyes quickly darting over your face to understand the apprehension etched into your expression. “As I’ve told you before, your eyes may wander so long as your heart belong to me.”
“Then yes,” you finally admit after a moment—quietly, shakily, despite knowing that there were no consequences for honesty. “I have… taken something of a liking to him.”
“I see.” He trails his fingers down your neck, and the beginnings of a smile form at the corners of his mouth. “Then perhaps I shall have to see about accommodating your desires.”
Your pulse races at his suggestion, a detail you’re certain Mihawk would quickly pick up on. “…Oh?”
“I had been thinking that it would be wise for young Roronoa to have a more, shall we say, well-rounded education. A life worth living involves more than more than wielding a sword.” Mihawk’s hand moves to the back of your neck, and he leans down, pressing his lips softly to yours for a moment far too brief. “Wouldn’t you agree, mi amor?”
You run your tongue over your lips, tasting him still, and allow yourself a grin. “I couldn’t agree more.”
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This wouldn’t be the first time that you’d entertained another man since becoming Mihawk’s close companion. But that red-haired pirate who unabashedly calls you his lover when he comes to visit, whose tongue tastes like ale and sweetness, whose hands learned your body with a startling swiftness, is nothing like the young swordsman who now stands at the end of your bed. No, that man who Mihawk begrudgingly calls his friend knows exactly how to please you and spoil you, gives into all the desires and whims that Mihawk insists you earn with patience, undoes all the hard work that Mihawk puts into your own education with just a few nights of debauchery.
Zoro, who stands nervously before you, shifting from foot to foot as a blush settles on his tanned cheeks, will be nothing like that—not yet, anyway.
Mihawk presents you to Zoro like you’re a prized possession, a bottle of fine wine he pulls out only for special occasions or an antique piece of furniture that requires careful handling. He leans down now and again to kiss you tenderly as his hands roam your body and he points out all your most sensitive spots, elucidating on just how you like to be touched, how responsive you can be, what sweet little sounds to listen for to know that he’s hit the right spot. He runs his fingers down your neck to demonstrate and you shiver, your nipples hardening, a soft gasp escaping your lips. Despite the guest in your bedchambers, your focus is on the way Mihawk handles you, and how all this slow, drawn-out teasing is only making you more ravenous.
“Look, I’m not that inexperienced,” Zoro interrupts as Mihawk’s long fingers begin to spread your pussy lips open, showing off how drenched you’ve become from his long, slow tease. “I know what to do.”
“Perhaps that’s true, Roronoa,” Mihawk responds coolly, sliding a finger inside you as he speaks. “But you ought to understand that you must learn about every lover individually—they aren’t all equal. Some like to be touched softly, and others roughly, and everything in between. Isn’t that right, darling?”
“That’s ri-ight,” you stammer through a moan as Mihawk adds another finger, and Zoro’s expression of discomfort slowly becomes one of fascination, his eyes drawn to how yours body responds to Mihawk’s measured touch. You look up at Zoro, whose gaze is too fixed on the fingers dipping inside you to notice your stare, and bite your lip as your gaze drifts downwards; despite any protests he had lodged about this private learning session, the way his cock strains against his trousers seems to suggest he’s a willing student after all.
It’s almost unfair how Mihawk so expertly manipulates your body, his fingers crooking up to stroke your walls while his thumb circles your clit. Your hips buck up into his hand almost involuntarily and you grasp for him, gripping his shirt in your fist as a familiar warmth builds in your core, your body tensing. As your eyes clench shut, your mind wanders and you wonder if Zoro is enjoying the way you thrash about under Mihawk’s touch—if his cock throbs at the sight of your wet cunt being toyed with, if he’ll go back to his quarters tonight and fuck his fist thinking of you, shooting hot ropes of spend onto his toned stomach imagining just how good it would feel to be inside you.
The tension inside you snaps at the thought and you let you a sharp cry as you’re seized by an intense rush of sensation. He slows his movements, letting you ride out your waves on his hand as he languidly pumps his fingers in and out of you, not letting you overstimulate yourself. As the last warm waves of your climax move through you, Mihawk withdraws from inside you, leaving you with a sudden feeling of emptiness. Before you have a chance to whine and plead for more, he maneuvers himself behind you on the bed, and lays your limp body back against his chest, propping you up like a doll on display.
“Now, Roronoa—why don’t you give it a try?”
Zoro’s nervousness is surpassed by his curiosity, and the mattress quickly shifts as he sits beside you on the bed. His touch is rough, hands calloused and scarred, fingers wandering over your body hesitantly, as though you might shatter with too firm a touch. His thumb grazes your nipple and he looks at you expectantly, a smile creeping up his mouth when you sigh at the sensation. Mihawk softly strokes the side of your face, always keeping a hand on you as Zoro explores the expanse of your form. You are for Zoro to play with, to pleasure, to enjoy, but only for now, and only with permission—it is abundantly clear you will always belong to Mihawk.
Zoro moves down your body at an achingly slow pace, as if he’s trying to restrain himself from reaching for your needy cunt too quickly, trying to savor the feeling of your softness under his palms. When he finally reaches the heat between your thighs, he tries his best to mimic Mihawk’s earlier ministrations, and his thick fingers glide over your slick pussy lips. He lets out a shivering sigh as your wetness coats his fingertips; his touch isn’t one of experience, but he certainly is a quick and eager learner. The pad of his middle finger lands on your aching clit and starts to move slowly over it, Zoro’s teeth sinking into his lower lip as he watches the way you start to squirm under his touch.
“Why don’t you use your mouth, Roronoa?” Mihawk says, voice tinged with lust. “See what kind of response that garners you.”
Zoro looks to you, as if to ask for permission despite Mihawk’s suggestion; you hastily nod, wondering if he’ll be as apt a pupil when it comes to using his mouth. He lays on his stomach and settles between your thighs, wasting no time in devouring you like a man starved, his tongue darting in and out of your cunt, lavishing your swollen lips. He’s enthusiastic, and his technique lacks the refinement you’ve come to anticipate from a skilled lover like Mihawk, but Zoro demonstrates that he has the potential to become quite accomplished—and you are certainly willing to let him practice all he pleases.
Your thighs begin to quiver as you feel that tension beginning to coil inside you again, and you move your hips against Zoro, grinding into his tongue as he moans into your drenched cunt. Mihawk’s steely arm suddenly wraps around your midsection, pinning you to his torso, and he growls into your ear: “Hold still, mi amor—he won’t learn if you do all the work for him.”
You hold back a defeated whine do as you’re told, holding yourself still and resisting the urge to press against Zoro’s mouth as he greedily laps at your swollen clit, a puddle of his spit and your juices starting to form underneath you.
Mihawk’s clothed cock presses against the small of your back, pulsing every time you moan and whimper, groans rumbling in his chest with every little sigh; it always gratifies him to see you receiving such pleasure, nearly as much as if he were the one providing it. While his restraint is admirable, you feel yourself growing even more heated and ever closer to your climax at the thought of just how he’ll ruin you as soon as Zoro leaves—thoughts of just how he’ll pin you to the bed like prey, your face pressed into the mattress as he mounts you from behind, caging you in with muscled arms, stretching you with his thick column of a cock until he spills himself inside you, claiming you as his.
A strangled moan creeps up your throat, and that strong sensation begins to claim you again as you convulse into a chain of spasms. Zoro licks and sucks at your clit with more fervor as you shudder and cry out for him, almost pushing you to the brink of painful overstimulation. With a low, guttural groan of satisfaction, Zoro finally pulls his mouth away and looks up at you, seeming almost feral as he grins, his face covered in your slick. “How’d I do?”
“You did well,” you manage to mutter after a moment, offering him a teasing smirk as you lean back against Mihawk and catch your breath. “But master Mihawk and I still have so very, very much to teach you.”
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mythicmanuscripts · 4 months ago
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Helloo so this blog just became my favorite thing since you write Aemond and Aegon just how I imagined they would act in those situations
Based on your sub!Aemond hcs i thought it would be interesting if you could write something about sword master reader and him. I think the dynamic would be interesting since maybe reader just shows up out of nowhere and somehow starts fighting Aemon, and he surprisingly loses. After that he would be shown new techniques and given tips and he slowly falls for reader?
Anyways thought this would be interesting have a wonderful day/night <3
Oooo great idea anon!!! I love this so much!!
So while there’s nothing explicit in this answer, there are definitely sexual undertones and sub!Aemond is definitely implied. So bare that in mind!!
So firstly, I think your entire relationship with Aemond would depend on what you do in the first few seconds after you beat him.
Anyway, he’s shocked when he realises that you’re definitely far better than he thought before the fight started. And he’s stunned when he ends up on the ground with your sword to his throat.
Of course you’re not the first person to beat him, but you’re certainly the first woman. He’s embarrassed, both because he’d been beaten at all and because he’s been beaten by a woman.
Your reaction changes everything, because he’s so used to people immediately gloating and making fun of him when he loses. They rub it in his face and make him feel terrible.
He expects the same from you, but instead you just step forward and offer him your hand to help him up. He’s confused, but he takes your hand.
You can see he’s definitely not happy once he’s standing, but you don’t quite understand why. Instead of asking, you tell him you’re impressed by his skills.
I think maybe you’d have to ask him for guidance first, because if you don’t then he’s going to continue feeling embarrassed and eventually just leave.
You ask him how he got his sword under you at one point, and you look so genuine and interested. Aemond is confused, but he starts to explain. You try it a few times, but telling him you’ve never seen it before. And before Aemond even realises, you’re both helping each other.
After that, Aemond gets the courage to ask some questions about how you did things. He’s so so relieved when you don’t boast that you know things he doesn’t and instead just start helping him. You complement him when he’s getting the hang of it, and he actually starts enjoying himself?
You start sparring together every day, and pretty soon the highlight of Aemond’s day becomes seeing you and spending time with you.
Aemond has never experienced a space where he could ask for tips and help and share his experiences without being ridiculed or being expected to already know everything he asks. With you it’s different.
The first time Aemond realises he might be falling for you was one afternoon a few weeks after your first sparring event. You’re showing him a complicated, but very flashy combo with two short swords. You do it a few times, give him some tips and then watch him do it.
His first attempt is okay, but on his second attempt he trips over his own feet and ends up face planting on the ground. He quickly gets up, cheeks burning red. Hes so so certain you’re going to laugh at him.
You do smile at him, but there’s nothing sinister about the smile. In fact, you walk right up to him and gently remove some of the dust on his clothes from his fall.
You ask if he feels okay, if anything is sore, and for the first time Aemond realises he could say that someone was hurting and he knew 100% you wouldn’t use that against him.
He starts to spend more and more time with you. He even convinces you to into his quarters and read books with him. He just… he loves the peace he has around you? He can fuck up, he can push himself and fail, he can be uncertain and unsteady. You won’t ever use it against him.
A month later Allicent informs him of a women she thinks would be a good wife, and before she even says their name, he knows they won’t be good enough. Only you would be good enough.
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hxney-lemcn · 1 month ago
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🌹⚔️😳 with Sebek, please?
a/n: 🫡 here you go. had fun with this one.
tw: Sebek is a bit of a meany
wc: 0.5k
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Sebek was always such a pompous little jerk, rattling on about how he was the best retainer, taking his job way too seriously. It annoyed you, especially when he used you as an example of what was wrong in a retainer. Yeah, so maybe you didn’t follow Malleus into the bathroom to make sure there were no assassins, but you weren’t there to hold Malleus’ hand. Not to mention Malleus was one of the top five most powerful mages in all of Twisted Wonderland, did he even need you guys following him around?
The answer was a resounding no.
You could tell that Sebek was deeply insecure. Why else would someone go around shouting about how good they were? But that didn’t mean he could go around putting others down. That was a classic case of bullying, and you were at your wits end. If he called you lazy, uncaring or weak one more time-
“At least I’m not just sitting around,” Sebek huffed, to whom or what, you could care less. “At least I’m constantly trying to improve myself for the sake of Waka-sama unlike some people.” You watched, unamused as his glare crossed yours. Standing up, you stalked over to the half fae.
“I challenge you to a duel,” You declared, fully irritated and ready to put Sebek in his place. 
Yellow-green reptilian eyes widened for a split second before they went back to their determined stare, “I accept.”
That’s how you stood across from Sebek, dull training swords held in your hands. You had done this many times before, honestly, this was basically just another spar, but Sebek seemed to be taking this a bit too seriously. Wooden swords clashing, ducking and dodging, many near misses. You hated to admit that he had some skill, but you suppose he had to if he was guarding the prince of Briar Valley. But in the end, he was still a bit too sloppy for you, and you hit a weak point, effectively pinning him to the ground. 
Panting slightly at the physical exertion, a smug smile tugged at your lips, feeling your pride bloom. Gazes locked, the air around you both was intense, and you weren’t sure you wanted to explore the weird flip in your chest, or how your eyes slowly trailed down to his slightly parted lips. 
“Are we about to kiss right now?” It was a joke on your part, said to try and ease the tense feeling in your chest, but Sebek always took everything seriously.
“Are you serious?!” He shouted, cheeks a bright red and pupils dilated. “D-do you have any idea how such an action would look for Waka-sama?! O-or how that would distract us from our goal?!”
Rolling your eyes, you stood up, offering your hand out to the flustered fae, “You need to learn how to let loose.” 
A mistake on your part, as Sebek took your words the wrong way.
“H-HOW DARE YOU IMPLY SUCH ACTIONS!”
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exceedinglygayotter · 1 year ago
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One really neat little detail in Breath of the Wild I don't see get talked about that much is that Ancient Arrows are one of the only four things that can damage Dark Beast Ganon, alongside the Bow of Light, Twilight Bow, and energy beams from the Master Sword, the latter three of which are all sacred magical weapons.
It has the really interesting implication that either the ancient technology is divine in origin or created in emulation of divine power, either of which would make sense seeing as the ancient Sheikah are characterized as being very devout worshipers of Hylia.
It's entirely possible that the warping allowed by the Sheikah Slate was either inspired by or works using the same principles as that golden light thing that Zelda uses to transport Link off of the Divine Beasts after killing the Blights, and to move him to Hyrule Field for the fight against Dark beast. Both cause Link to turn into light and fly up into the air before rematerializing at the destination, even if it's not quite the same.
TotK adding Recall, a power that very likely originates with Hylia (and simultaneously heavily implying that Hylia is a goddess of Time, presumably the one mentioned in Majora's Mask), also puts Stasis in something of a new light. They're both color-coded as yellow, and Stasis basically does just freeze something in time. Stasis is likely an attempt by the ancient Sheikah to recreate the very power of the goddess herself.
The fact that a few characters refer to the Divine Beasts as being the guardian deities of their respective peoples (and indeed the very name "Divine Beasts") may be very literal, they might actually be artificial deities. Not major gods like Hylia, just lesser ones like Malanya and the Great fairies, but still.
I just think it has a lot of interesting implications.
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ixtaek · 2 months ago
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This is one of the few games that COULD predate Skyward Sword, as the Master Sword isn’t an element at all. However, my theory is it’s between Four Swords and OoT.
They didn’t use the term “Triforce” in Minish Cap or FS, so them still calling it the wrong thing makes sense, with the added idea that they would start calling it a Triforce in honor of Tri, setting up the usage in OoT. Given the design of OoT Zora being more like simplified Sea Zora, but living in freshwater, implies the two Zora villages intermarried and produced hybrid offspring that could survive fresh water, cleaning up that plot point in time for Ruto and her dad to happen. OoT/MM also prominently features Deku Scrubs, which are reduced or non-existent in many other timelines and 100% gone in the BotW timeline (replaced by garden-variety Octoroks) (yes that was a pun). Rock Roast existed in this time, or at least did in Termina, so could have also existed in OoT.
Ganon and The Gerudo being friendly to Hyrule is the hardest one to explain. However, if you look at Moblins in this game, the larger they get the more they resemble Ganon. Lvl. 3 Sword Moblin (whom I affectionately referred to as ‘Big Guy’ when I summoned him) is close in color and only a little smaller. So theoretically, Ganon could be an extra-large, extra-Demise-blessed, demon Moblin. He has Null’s memories when he faces Link at the beginning and says “Oh it’s you again”—Link had been in the Rifts before and had been thwarting them left and right, so it’s reasonable Ganon/Null would know him. As for the Gerudo, a few generations could pass, and a severe drought and the rise of Koume and Kotake as leaders to steer the Gerudo into thievery to survive is still possible. Ganon possesses the Gerudo prince to form Ganondorf and starts looking for the Triforce, and the rest is history.
We have a decently established kingdom (not post TotK), and no massive ocean or trains (not post WW/ST). I’ve seen some valid ones saying it could be post ALttP based on buildings/ruins/the map, but seems weird they’d briefly stop using the term “Triforce” in that era given it’s called the Triforce again in ALbW/LoZ 1/AoL. It could also be after TP/FSA, since those games also don’t use the word Triforce, but there’s no Deku Tree in those timelines iirc.
There’s no real clear answer, and I’m sure Nintendo won’t give us one since their policy now seems to be “lol what timeline”, but this is the closest I can get. Lemme know your theories!
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pastshadows · 2 months ago
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Shadows of the Past
Chapter 21: Scars Shine White in the Light
Summary: After a year of blissful cohabitation, Astarion disappears without a trace, leaving behind a heartfelt letter explaining his departure. Determined to find him, you traverse Faerûn in search of your lost love, only to realize that some absences are meant to be permanent.
Returning to Waterdeep, you find solace in the company of Gale as you come to terms with Astarion's absence. But just as you begin to heal, Astarion reappears, begging for a second chance at love.
The question looms: can you forgive his abandonment and trust him once more? As you grapple with your emotions and trauma, a sinister force lurks in the shadows, targeting you for unknown reasons.
With danger closing in, you must navigate the treacherous waters of trust, love, and betrayal to uncover the truth behind the mysterious entity's motives. Will you be able to reunite with Astarion while facing the demons of your past? Can you unravel the secrets that threaten your very existence?
Setting: Post End-Game. Mostly canon compliant.
Word Count: 7K
Content: Explicit 18+ - intended for mature audiences.
Warnings: [Additional tags will be added, but expect mature content / read at your own risk.]
Spoilers. Mentions of in-game missable content. Violence. Sexual Assault [Implied/attempted sexual assault: Chapter 7]. Past Trauma. Murder. Death. Longing. Sexual themes. Smut. Blood drinking. Angst. Innuendos. High use of sarcasm. Completely fabricated camp interactions. Panic attacks. Anxiety.
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Unlike before, time seems to fast forward, seemingly leaping ahead with every blink as Aldous approaches. The dagger quakes in your grip, and chastise your body for being so wimpish.
A golden beam of light splits the tenebrosity, akin to the sun crowning over the horizon at the break of dawn, and you reflexively throw yourself over Astarion to shield him from it. The sheer brightness makes your eyes clamp closed.
When you open them again, darkness shrouds you like a thick cloak, but this darkness is not natural. It’s teeming with the vitality of the Weave. Somewhere, you can hear the metallic clashing of blades. Your fingers curl into Astarion’s armour, terrified that if you let go, you will lose him in this rayless depth.
Your ears twitch as you catch the quick patter of footsteps, and you bring the dagger back up. It’s difficult to discern which direction the sounds are coming from, and your eyes dart around in an attempt to catch any movement.
The slightest flicker of light is all the forewarning you get before a figure breaks through the fog. The dagger is poised and ready to strike when the icy blue aura of healing magic scintillates within the penumbra, and Shadowheart drops down on one knee beside you.
Her hand nearly touches you before you drop the dagger, catch her wrist, and plant her hand on Astarion. The magic bathes him, flowing over his skin like a wave stroking the beach and fading out as it sinks into him.
Shadowheart’s hand searches through the gloom, finding your forearm. She fumbles around, shuffling on her feet until she can see you more clearly, and wraps her arms around you in a gentle, quick hug.
“Is he?” She gestures toward Astarion, trying once more to heal him. 
“I don’t know.”
The spell is dismissed and diminishes within a split second to reveal Gale and Hecat. Gale breathes heavily, his eyes still glowing with the Weave, and Hecat’s sword is still poised in a defensive position. A thick river of blood drips from a wound in her bicep, off her elbow, and to the ground. You scan the area, but Aldous is nowhere to be seen.
“He’s gone, my friend.” Gale confirms with more spite in his voice than you can recall he ever had, even when he was talking about Mystra. “His master must have tugged his leash.”
Gale and Hecat’s eyes sink to Astarion’s body, which still lies at rest in your arms, and you follow their line of sight with your head hung low over him.
“I tried,” you mutter. “He can’t be. He can’t… He…” You trail off, unable to even think of the word, or you’re positive that you will fall apart and never get up.
Hecat’s sword slumps down, the tip burying itself in the ground, and it strikes you that the woman is crying.
“We should go,” Gale says, kneeling and placing his hand on your shoulder gently. “There is no telling when he might return with greater forces.”
“I won’t leave him here,” you choke out between sobs. “I won’t.”
“Nor will I.” Hecat adds with a sombre intonation, her voice shaking.
Her stalwart loyalty to someone she doesn’t truly know strikes you as strange, but in this moment, you’re thankful for it.
“Of course we won’t leave him.” Shadowheart assures, wrapping her arms around you once more.
“He was our friend, too,” Gale weeps, rubbing the tears that are starting to form in the corners of his eyes.
Was our friend.
Was.
“Was your friend?” Astarion coughs hard, his eyes cracking open slightly. “So lovely to know what you’ve written me off already, my friends,” he groans satirically.
Your arms wrap around him, and for whatever reason, you cry harder with the overwhelming relief. Shadowheart’s arms encircle him as well, her tears leaving tracks down her rosy cheeks. Then Gale and Hecat join.
Astarion bemoans it. You worry it’s making him uncomfortable, but when your eyes meet his, there’s a small smile on his face. You think he’s finally realizing that he has people who truly care about him — much more than he thought.
“Let’s get you two back to camp,” Gale says, hooking his arm around Astarion and helping him to his feet. “Dinner should be ready when we return.”
You groan out loud even though you didn’t mean to, and Shadowheart stifles her giggling. “Kamena is quite injured,” she offers as an excuse to Gale.
“Yes, I’m sure that was it.” Gale scoffs.
“Good Gods,” Astarion barks. “Is no one going to tell him?”
“Tell me what?” Gale asks, brows arched curiously.
Astarion, ever truthful, ignores all of your frantically shaking heads and states the truth that everyone else is too nice to say. “They all hate your cooking, Gale.”
Gale shakes his head with a genial laugh and a Cheshire smile. “Oh, I’ve known that for quite some time. Yet they continue to eat it without complaint, too afraid to hurt my feelings. I wanted to see how long it would go on.”
“So, you’ve been feeding us food we don’t like on purpose?” Shadowheart’s eyes are wide, and her expression is stunned.
“Oh-yes,” Gale chuckles.
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You lay with Astarion in the tent, but once he’s deep in his trance, you sneak away to sit by the fire. You’re exhausted, but your mind refuses to oblige your command to trance. It seems the others are in the same predicament, and one by one, Shadowheart comes to join you, then Hecat, and then Gale.
The three of you sit around the fire in silence for a while, each of you contesting with your own inward thoughts on the days events.
“How did you know to come?” You finally ask, staring at your fingers.
“It was Hecat, actually,” Shadowheart answers, and there is a lilt of surprise in her voice. “She said that you had been gone too long, and she was going to look for you.”
“Naturally, we couldn’t leave her to do it on her own,” Gale adds. “So, we joined.”
“And it was a godsdamned good thing we did!” Shadowheart’s voice borders on scolding. “You nearly got yourself killed, Kamena! What the Hells happened?!”
“Aldous happened.” You don’t have the energy to recite the entire story right now.
Hecat? She is the one who prompted them to come to look for you and possibly saved both of you and Astarion’s lives. Guilt sinks into your bones. You have not treated the woman very well. When you glance at her, she shrugs and offers you a warm smile.
Getting up, you awkwardly make your way over to where she sits and wrap your arms around her. “Thank you, Hecat. By the Gods. Thank you.”
“Don’t sweat it, Kamena!” She says warmly. “Did you find what you’re looking for or just trouble?”
“Just trouble.” You sigh and drop back onto the ground, rubbing your tired eyes.
“You seem to be a magnet for it,” Hecat assesses.
“She is.” Shadowheart and Gale confirm unanimously.
They snicker, and you narrow your eyes at the pair. “It was your great misfortunate that I ended up in your prison cell.”
“I would say the opposite.” Hecat retorts, her flame-filled eyes cast to the ground. “I’ve been an outcast most of my life, and friends were a foreign concept to me until I met all of you. I know you don’t like me much, but you still have my gratitude, even if being here has put my life in mortal danger.”
“I…” You trail off while the guilt makes your heart squeeze in your chest. “It’s not that I don’t like you…”
Hecat waves her hand flippantly with a small, sad smile. “You don’t have to lie. I know I say stupid things. I’m aware that I have a hard time filtering my thoughts before speaking and only realize I shouldn’t have said something or worded it differently when it’s much too late.”
You’re usually a master with responses. You can twist letters and syllables into a tidy little package to persuade, intimidate, deceive, or placate at your whim, but your silver tongue stalls, and you cannot think of a response to save your life.
Shadowheart clasps your shoulder, interjecting to rescue you. “You should get some rest.”
You swallow hard, eyes pouring over the little camp. “Aldous might return—”
“Shadowheart and I will stay up to keep watch.” Hecat reassures, grabbing her sword and laying it across her lap to polish. “You look worse than I did when I escaped the Hells. Get some sleep, or whatever you elves do.”
You look to Gale in hopes that he might come to your aid and tell the others that you don’t need babysitting, but his bourbon brown eyes gaze at you with a hint of melancholy you were not expecting to see.
“They are correct, my friend. You require rest. We can regroup after and determine what our next move will be,” he says cajolingly, as if he were trying to persuade a rebellious child.
Being spoken to in such a way makes you cringe, and the voices in your head chant, broken, broken, broken. Much like a wilful youth, your first reaction is to be obstinate, to berate them for treating you in such a way that makes you feel small, but their intentions are good and they are not wrong.
You offer them a curt nod, not trusting your tongue to keep its remarks to itself, and shuffle toward the tent. Once you’re safely inside, you nearly collapse onto the furs and bring your knees to your chest while resting your head on them. How could you possibly sleep when every time you close your eyes you hear the clattering of boots, see the flash of chrome, and hear Astarion tell you he would have liked to marry you?
“So, you fly now?” Astarion’s groggy timbre surprises you, and your head jerks up to see flashes of crimson eyes peeking from behind thick lashes. “You have wings? Literal wings? I am not easily impressed by people, but you are quite a good person to know should I be thrown from a building... again.”
Before you can think better of it, you’re an ungainly mess of arms tangling around his neck with your hands twisting into his hair and grabbing handfuls of the silver-spun silk.
Astarion wraps his arms around you, pressing you into himself with an almost bruising strength. “I’m okay,” he soothes, his fingers stroking your hair. “I’m here.”
“You should be resting,” you murmur, still angling your body so that every part of you is pressed against some part of him.
“I can rest when I’m dead.”
You jerk upwards and glare at him with narrow eyes. “Not. Funny,” you scold in a sotto voice.
He smiles, brushing your hair back and taking your face in his hands. “Come now. It’s a little funny.”
You try to wrangle enough residual anger to chastise him for his ill-timed jokes, but as you just learned, time is a precious commodity. You never know when the last tick of a second marks the end, and you will not spend such a priceless asset on anger.
“You’re insufferable.” It’s a struggle to keep your expression serious.
“Aren’t I just?” He snickers, using his thumbs to pull your lips up in the smile they wish to curl into anyway. It breaks your composure, and you smile, silly and girlish. “There’s my girl.”
He pulls you back down to lay on his chest, curling his fingers into your hair. It’s quiet for a spell as you revel in the embrace you nearly lost.
“When did you learn that?” He asks in a low rumbling voice.
“Learn what?”
He pulls away only a little to arch a brow at you as if you’ve asked an immensely stupid question. “To fly?”
“When I jumped off the tower, I felt a weird feeling, like instinct, and—”
“I’m sorry, but hold that thought for just a moment. What?!” He cuts you off with a snap of cold in his voice. “You didn’t know you could do that before you jumped off the damn tower?”
“Well, no, but—“
“Have you lost your godsdamned mind, Kamena?” You can’t quite make out if it’s anger you hear in his voice, chastisement, or astonishment. Perhaps it’s an amalgamation of all three. “What in the Hells were you thinking? Jumping off like that! What a bloody stupid thing to do!”
His anger is similar to that of when you accidentally dropped a building on him, and although you probably shouldn’t, you’ve always found it humorous.
“Stop giggling!” Astarion scolds with a huff. “Can you not see that I’m angry with you?”
You cover your mouth to try and stifle your ill-timed laughter. “I’m sorry,” you manage to choke out. Clearing your throat, you steel yourself back into some semblance of poise, though you cannot wipe the smile from your face. “Sorry. Of course, I can see you’re angry.”
Astarion’s brows furrow while he searches your face. He rolls his eyes exasperatedly. “You still want to giggle like a merry school girl, don't you?”
You curl your lips inward, pressing them together, and nod.
“Hells below,” Astarion groans, racking a hand over his face. “You’re terrible. You know that?”
You nod again, not trusting your mouth to open lest you continue your undignified and improper laughter.
“Well, what are you waiting for, darling? Astarion tosses the furs back. “Get in here before I drag you in here.”
The red gash and dark bruising around it stand out garishly against the rest of Astarion’s pristine alabaster skin, and you suck in a sharp breath, poising your hands over the wound as if you might be able to heal it through sheer willpower alone.
“I’m fine, love.” He coos, slipping his fingers under your chin and guiding your eyes to his. “I’m fine, thanks to you.”
“You should feed,” you murmur, already pulling your hair away from your neck.
“As much as I do appreciate the offer,” he pokes your bruised forehead to bring attention to the fact that you are wounded as well, making you mouth “ouch” to him silently. “I will have to decline for tonight.”
“Fine,” you concede with a pout. “Tomorrow then. You know you always heal faster when you’re full.”
“Remember that, do you?” Astarion muses with a canted head, wrapping an arm around you as you sidle up next to him. “I’m not sure how much I liked this being known thing. It takes away from my intriguing mysteriousness.”
“Pardon me,” you quip, gesturing to yourself as if scandalized. “Allow me a moment to forget all things vampire so you can continue to bewitch me with your enigmatic charms.”
Astarion shakes his head, smiling boyishly, but it transforms into something more sombre and serious. “You could have died today, Kamena. If you hadn’t been able to fly...” he trails off, shaking his head. “Gods. I dare not think about it. Do not throw your life away so readily for me.”
“Don’t jump off any more buildings, and I won’t have to.”
“Kamena,” he starts with a sigh.
“No!” You shout a little louder than you had meant to, cutting him off and glaring at him with enough intensity to make him swallow thickly. “No.” You repeat more hushed. “I don’t need you to tell me what to do with my life, Astarion. It’s my choice. Do not take that from me. Please.”
Astarion nods, though you can tell he’s a little vexed, and you’ve likely not heard the last of his objections.
“I would also like to point out that I did not jump; I fell.” Astarion huffs dramatically in an attempt to ease the overbearing tension.
You lean in close to him and press a lingering kiss to his cheek. When your lips ghost his ear, Astarion shudders with a breathy whimper, and you whisper, “If I were you, I would go with the jumping story. Falling off a building is incredibly embarrassing, don’t you think?”
“Bloody Hells, darling,” Astarion groans, twisting his head to catch your lips. “Get some rest.”
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Astarion wakes to a familiar smell, though not one he wishes to be reminded of, and a discordance of gruff voices that are trying to stay hushed. He glances at Kamena, who is still pressed up against him with her eyes closed, seemingly deep in her trance. An amalgamation of purple, blue, and yellow bruises extends down her forehead around a laceration that glares at him like he’s the guilty party.
He shifts Kamena slowly and carefully until she lays on the pillow and pulls the fur blankets up around her. She murmurs in her sleep, hands incoherently grasping for him, but soon settles. He tugs on his clothes, grabs his weapons, and marches out of the tent, prepared to see Aldous invading their camp.
When his eyes fall onto Aurelia and Leon, he nearly drops his dagger in numbed shock. Leon, he spent countless years with. The man was always striving to be Cazador’s favourite, and oh, how Astarion loathed it. Looking at Leon now, he pities the poor foul. He appears emaciated, hungry, and covered in filth from head to toe.
Aurelia is in much the same condition. Her clothes are darkly stained from sleeping in the dirt, her red skin appears sallow and wan from hunger, and one of her horns is broken off near her skull.
It’s clear that the Underdark has not been kind to his siblings, but anything is better than living in Cazador’s primitive hell.
Gale, Shadowheart, and Hecat are already speaking to them in low tones, but as soon as Astarion is visible, all eyes snap to him.
“Astarion?” Leon says. “Is it truly you, brother?”
Astarion nearly cringes at being called “brother,” but schools his expression into one of near indifference.
“Leon, Aurelia,” Astarion says levelly. “A pleasure.”
“You have siblings, Astarion?” Hecat asks, and he only nods his affirmation.
“You’re… alive.” Aurelia says almost as if confused. “They haven’t caught you yet.”
“Are you truly surprised, sister?” Leon remarks. “He always was the wiliest out of all of us, to his own determinant. It’s the reason Cazador favoured his pain over ours.”
“Cazador preferred my screams because they were far more becoming than all of your croaking,” Astarion quips to hide his discomfort at the mention of his old master’s preoccupation with him.
His siblings do not know the truth, of course. He may have given up trying to escape, but he instigated Cazador to save the rest of them from his torments. Well, that and because it was dreadful fun to piss him off even if it did get him flayed.
“Why have you come, brother?” Aurelia asks.
“We came looking for you.” He states indifferently. “It seems you may have landed yourself in a spot of trouble.”
“That’s an understatement.” Leon says, glancing at Aurelia. “Someone has been hunting us and the spawn you released. We know not who they are—”
Astarion puts a hand up and shakes his head. “Yes, we are aware of the situation. It appears another vampire lord has caught wind of the Black Mass. They need our scars to complete the contract.”
“Can another vampire lord do that?” Aurelia asks, fear permeating her eyes. “Complete the rite?”
“It makes sense,” Leon sighs, coasting his fingers through his dirty hair. “They’ve been rounding up the feral spawn and our brother’s and sisters.”
“And Cazador was not exactly subtle,” Astarion adds quickly. “When Kamena and I were there, we found correspondence between him and other lords boasting about the power he was about to acquire.”
Leon and Aurelia sigh at the same time, obviously bone-weary and at their wits end. Astarion holds little love for his “siblings.” Cazador called them a family but did not refrain from pitting them against each other to create animosity between their ranks. It’s far safer to pit the spawn against each other over who gets to stay in the lavish, preferred spawn quarters, then run the risk of them conspiring against their master.
Astarion had caught onto that little plan straight away, but his siblings were too embroiled in their competition against one another to give a damn what he said.
Imbeciles.
“Where are the other spawn?” Shadowheart asks. “The feral ones.”
“Gone,” Leon answers immediately. “Those of them that were not killed by the dangers lurking in the Underdark were swiftly rounded up.”
“I told you to take care of them,” Astarion nearly snarls, but he manages to keep most of the animosity from his tone.
“We tried, Astarion!” Aurelia fumes with her fists balling up at her sides. “They were too far gone. Many of them had been starved and rotting down there for centuries!”
A flush of guilt labours through him. He had feared as much when he saw them, but he thought they deserved a chance like he had.
Then again, they did not have someone like Kamena at their side to love them through their bloodlust, pain, and misery.
“I should have killed them,” Astarion states with his eyes cast down at his shoes. “Selfishly, I did not want anymore blood on my hands than I was already drowning in.”
“You couldn’t have known, my friend.” Gale reassured quickly, his expressions sullen.
A placation, at best. Astarion had known. He had been lucky to come back from the year he spent in solitude, starved and alone with only silence and darkness as his company. When he had been released, he had long abandoned the abilities for speech and reason. If it had not been for Cazador’s compulsion, he would have tore through Baldur's Gate like a rabid animal.
“None of us did.” Leon acknowledges and offers Astarion a small smile. “What you did was admirable. It is a shame it turned out this way.”
“So, do you have a plan? Aurelia’s voice is high with anxiety, and her eyes run amok over the land.
Astarion observes her demeanour. She had never been the most courageous of the bunch of them, but this level of restlessness was rare even when Cazador was hunting her through the hallways.
“Find the vampire. Stop the vampire. Kill the vampire.” Astarion drawls in a devil-may-care fashion. “We are workshopping the details as we go.”
“They won’t stop, Astarion.” Aurelia sputters. “We’ve just spent Gods know how long hiding with fish.”
Astarion nearly chuckles. “Ah, the Kuo-Toa, yes? Fascinating creatures, are they not?”
“You could say that,” Leon groans. “So another vampire lord is looking to complete the Black Mass. Where does that leave us?”
“Targets obviously,” Astarion concludes briskly.
“Yes, we get that, Astarion. Thank you.” Leon remarks vexed. It makes Astarion smirk that he’s still able to get under their skin. “But where do we go from here?”
“We’ll take you to our home.” Kamena’s voice is flat, weighed down by the lingering traces of her trance.
All eyes jerk to her as she rubs her eyes and yawns. Kamena winces, and her fingers prod the bruises and cut on her forehead, testing the tenderness. She moves stiffly toward them, and though she manages to hide it well, he can tell she’s still in pain.
How could she not be? She leapt off a fucking building.
For him.
Him.
Try as Astarion might, he cannot fathom why anyone would put themselves in harm's way for him.
“It’s nice to see you again, Kamena.” Leon says with an awkward smile. “I’m happy to see you recovered.”
Kamena smiles politely, but it does not reach her eyes, and she refuses to look at him. He’s still not quite sure what happened down here. All his attempts to get her to open up are met with reluctance. He is trying, in the only way he knows how, and he knows he shouldn’t resent her for the problems he caused partially, but a small part of him does all the same.
She just has it so easy. Kamena can pick and choose when and what to open up about at her whim, but it’s clear that she doesn’t fully trust him. He will admit, he’s made mistakes—more than a few at that, but he has been trying, hasn’t he? He forces himself to open up to her even when it feels like he’s tearing apart his ribs to show her his heart and stitching himself back up.
But his openness is met with reserve, and it hurts him—a constant, blunt ache in his chest where his heart should beat.
In spite of the pain, Astarion sweeps the festering wounds to the wayside once more. What is pain to him anyway? After centuries under Cazador, pain is an old friend, although this pain is new to him.
Physical pain he can handle. It is known. It is predictable. This pain, though, he’s not quite sure how to traverse.
He can see that she is trying. He just wishes it was faster, so that they can luxuriate in the warmth of it for as long as possible before Kamena leaves him alone to forget how to love once again.
“What do you mean, take us to your house?” Aurelia asks uncertainly.
“It’s somewhere you will be safe.” Kamena morphs her tenor into something resembling a summer breeze — soft, warm, and welcome. She must have recognized his sister's unease. “You don’t have to go. The choice remains yours. If you want to stay with the Kuo-Toa, you’re welcome to.”
Astarion is still not very delighted with the idea of having his siblings in his home, using their bed, hunting in his woods, but leaving them here is a worse option.
“Does it have things to eat?” Leon asks hopefully, the pang of starvation in his tone.
He watches his brother and sister carefully. They should be nearly as practiced at controlling their bloodlust as he is, but he would be a fool to trust them completely. That kind of hunger can drive even the sanest souls mad.
“Animals,” Astarion confirms, and gives them both a pointed look. “Only animals. Is that clear?”
Both the spawn nod their acknowledgment.
“Lovely,” Astarion exclaims with terribly mimicked mirth. “Now, do any of you know Prestidigitation by any chance? They smell rank.”
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Astarion and Kamena jog toward the Elfsong, with dawn threatening the horizon. Escorting his siblings to his house had taken longer than they had estimated, and staying the night there was out of the godsdamned question.
“Hurry up, Astarion!” Kamena urges him, placing her hands on his back and pushing him to run quicker. Panic infects her voice like a pathogen. “You can run much quicker than me. Go. I’ll catch up.”
He glances at the sky. They are pushing it close, but there is a little room to be had. Astarion has to choke back a scant chuckle. Kamena is more terrified of the sun touching him than he is, and it baffles him. She has seen the sun touch him on several occasions. It hurts like a bitch, but it’s not a death sentence.
“We’re fine, love.” He tries to reassure, but it’s of little use to calm her. “We’re nearly there.”
Kamena gives him a firm swat on the ass, but her face is adorned with the most ambrosial, angelic smile. “I wasn’t asking, Astarion. Get this very charming ass moving!”
“Well, when you put it that way,” he purrs carnally, and then switches his demeanour on a dime. “It’s still a no, I’m afraid.”
"Corellon, grant me patience,” Kamena groans.
Kamena darts into the Elfsong, pushing the sweaty strands of her hair behind her ears, and placing a bag of coin on the counter. “We need a room for two nights.”
The barkeep meanders over slowly, and Kamena shifts on her feet, her eyes darting to the windows that are beginning to brighten. He remains unconcerned about the sun. His concern is for her. Fear has a musky, sour aroma that numbs his tongue. Then there is terror, and it smells like absinthal, burning metals that numb his entire body.
Kamena smells like terror.
“Sure thing,” The man dumps the bag of coins out onto the counter to count them.
“You can have the whole bag if you tell me the room number right now,” Kamena blurts out.
Astarion’s eyes bulge. That pouch held far more coin than what was necessary for a room. He takes a deep breath to calm himself. No matter. He will just steal it back for her later.
“Room three,” the man says, cupping his hand at the counter's lip and sweeping the excess coin into it.
She grabs him by the wrist and tugs him upstairs. Unfortunately for him, the upper-floor windows are not shielded from the sun by the other buildings, and he has to dodge through it quickly to get across the hallway. A hiss of pain whispers through his lips when the rays dawdle over his arm.
Kamena bursts into the room, pulling all the drapery closed in a rush while he stands off to the side in a shaded corner until the room is cloaked in darkness. She snaps her fingers, and he watches little orbs, like infant suns, float through the air and land on the candle wicks.
She rushes over to him, grabbing his arm gently to get a look at the burn. “Are you okay?”
Astarion glances at the small patch of cracked, matte skin. “It’s a piddling injury, darling.”
Her brows pinch, and her eyes squeeze closed as she takes a deep breath. Astarion cocks his head, trying to read her. Sometimes he finds that he actually misses the worms in their heads that allowed them to link minds.
“Okay. If you’re sure.”
“I am,” he reassures, his hands finding her upper arms and squeezing while his thumbs gently rub. “A little sun is not going to be my end.”
“I know. It’s just…” She trails off, looking askance.
Astarion’s heart feels like it leaps, even though he knows it remains gripped by death. Is she finally going to open up to him? Is she finally going to let him in?
“Nevermind,” she sighs, and his heart stings with yet another dismissal.
They are both tired, dirty, and wounded. Astarion knows this conversation needs to be had, but he cannot bring himself to inflict any further pain right now.
“You forgot the fire, sweetheart.”
Kamena’s fingers snap once more, and the fire crackles and pops, flames gnawing at the kindling. They settle in, each having a bath and shedding the Underdark’s grime.
Kamena towels off and runs a comb through her hair. “Are you tired?”
“No,” he admits. “The last couple of days have been a lot.”
“Good. I’m going to go downstairs and fetch us some wine.” Kamena rummages through their bag, finding a pair of clean trousers and a shirt to toss on. “Any particular vintage I should ask for, snob?”
“Snob!” Astarion huffs false indignation, puffing his chest out. “It is not my fault you lack a refined palate.”
“Says the vampire,” she smirks. “I’ll ask them for their most expensive bottles.”
“It’ll likely still be plonk.”
“Probably, but not to worry. You can make merry with my vintage wine later,” she winks.
Just before she’s about to shut the door, he calls out to her. “Do make sure to get yourself some food as well.”
Kamena pokes her head back in to shoot him a pointed look and sticks her tongue out at him petulantly, shutting the door behind her.
Astarion settles in front of the fire and gets lost in the dance of the leaping flames. What will it take for her to start unwrapping the fragile, broken parts of her and trust that he will hold even the smallest slivers with care? Vulnerability does not come to him easily; not after emotions had been systematically squeezed out of him, but he swallowed his pride, fear, and bitterness for her.
It hadn’t been easy. Giving her access to his heart and having to trust that she would hold it gently had been the most difficult thing he’s ever done. Day after day, he’s placing his heart in her hands, but she’s unable or unwilling to put that same trust in him.
She loves him; he has no doubts about that, but he still feels like he’s swimming in a lake, and she’s standing on the sidelines, picking and choosing when to dip her toes in. Is that what their relationship has been reduced to?
He was her sanctuary once, where she ran to find peace when the pandemonium of their tribulation got a little too loud. Now she retreats. Less often these days, but still often enough for it to pain him.
What else can he do?
The creak of the door breaks him from his rumination, and he blinks, his eyes dry from staring off into the void of his mind. Kamena uncorks a bottle and sits with him. To his great delight, she carries a plate of food, which she nibbles on slowly. They speak idly about nothing in particular, passing the wine back and forth between them. A permanent blush stains her cheeks pink from the wine, and Astarion drinks in sight of her with a tipsy grin.
“Do you remember...” Astarion stops, trying to recall the name, and takes another sip of wine. “Gods. What was his name? Ah, yes! Kar’niss.”
Kamena visibly shudders. “The Drider? Gods. Why would you bring that up, Astarion?” She giggles unreserved. “I still have nightmares about him.”
“You threw the Lyre at him as soon as he popped up from the shadows, and do you remember what you did, darling?”
Kamena snorts out a small laugh. “I ran behind you. You make a very good shield.”
“Ran? Darling,” Astarion chuckles, shaking his head, “you yelped, scrambled behind me all flailing limbs, and forced me to talk to the damn abomination!”
She shrugs. “It was time you started pulling your damn weight!”
“All the locks I picked and traps I stopped you from barrelling into were not enough? You would have blown yourself up in that godsdamned ruined temple had I not been there to stop you from pressing buttons and walking over pressure plates.”
“My morally questionable, very pale hero!” She simpers and giggles delightfully.
“Don’t forget beautiful,” he quips.
Kamena places her wine down and approaches him. He grabs her waist and pulls her into his lap to straddle him.
“My morally questionable, very pale, devastatingly beautiful hero,” she amends, kissing his face between every word. He gathers her hair, sweeping it away from her neck to press unhurried kisses down the column. His fingers ruck up the hem of her shirt, and she takes it off, throwing it off to the side unceremoniously. Astarion takes a moment to take her in, his hand cradling her face and his thumb stroking her cheek. He dips his head to catch her lips. Astarion groans with the heat of her breath in his mouth, and he allows himself to get lost in his love for her.
Kamena undoes the buttons of his chemise with clumsy fingers. Once it’s undone, she smooths her hands with her palms slightly heated from her magic up his abdomen and chest, leaving a trail of heat in their wake, almost as if the sun’s rays were warming him.
His cock is already throbbing. “I want to lead,” he says huskily. “Like we used to.”
If he can get her to trust him in this, maybe, just maybe, she can start to trust him outside of intimacy. She requested he stop being so gentle with her, and maybe that is part of the problem. He’s too gentle, too affable, too meek, scared that one wrong move will send her spiralling — running.
It’s a long shot, but he’s running out of ideas. It does idly cross his mind if this is a manipulation tactic, but he doesn’t mean it to be so. He just needs to gain her trust, and this is as good a place as any to start.
There’s a small flicker of uncertainty before she nods. “Okay. You lead.”
“Do you remember what word you use if you need to stop?”
“…Astarion,” she says warily.
“I shan’t push too far, my love.” He comforts, lowering his voice into warmed honey so that its timbre sticks to her skin. “And you have only but to say the word if you want to stop.”
The look of wariness slowly ebbs and is replaced with determination. “Orchid.”
“Correct. Good girl.” Astarion pats her leg, picking at her trousers. “Stand and take these off.”
While she does that, he slips out of his pants, his cock finally relieved of that too tight hug of his leather trousers. He settles back on the chair, legs spread wide, and grabs her hips.
“Come.” He turns her around. “Sit. Yes. Like that.”
Kamena settles herself on his lap, her back pressed against his chest. His cock is stiff and yearning against her heated sex, and it takes him considerable effort to thwart the temptation to sink into her.
Astarion draws her in close, wrapping his arm around her waist and kissing down the back of her neck to the base of her spine. He settles his chin on her shoulder, making sure to position himself in a way that he can see down her body, and his breath fans her ear.
He trails the backs of his fingers down, lightly brushing them against the hardened peaks of her nipples, and she sucks in a sharp breath at the stimulation. He proceeds and feels her tremble in anticipation, but he stops short and traces his fingertips featherlight around her belly.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” he whispers into her ear. “Tell me exactly what you want, when you want it, how you want it. Where. Harder. Faster. Slower. Tell me everything.”
Kamena leans back into him. “I thought you wanted to lead?”
“I am. Just not in the way you were expecting.” He grins mischievously. “I await my instructions, my dear.”
“Touch me,” she mutters under her breath.
“Where?” Astarion plays stupid, bringing his finger to rest on the tip of her nose. “Here?”
She laughs, grabbing his hand and placing it exactly where she wants it. Her clit pulses against his fingertips.
“Okay, now what?” He asks.
“Play with my clit, gently at first.” Kamena’s legs jitter when he starts swirling circles around the border, and to his delight, she gets a little more brazen. “Faster with more pressure.”
Her cheek presses into him, her back arching, and she whimpers. Astarion slides his fingers down, parting her folds, spreading her open for him to admire.
“So wet for me, aren’t you, my sweet?” He nips her ear, a graze of his fang along it, and then he sucks gently. Kamena whimpers, and her fingers grasp any part of him available as her hips buck. “So needy.”
“Fuck.” She groans. “Fuck me with your fingers.”
A low, delighted growl rumbles in Astarion’s chest. There is his Kamena, unashamed to tell him exactly what she wants from him. His fingers skate around her entrance, veiling them in her silky desire, before he pushes his cock to the side slightly and slips them in. He starts slow, dipping in and out in the smallest increments to tease out her pleasure.
“Open your eyes, love.” Astarion instructs smooth as velvet. “Watch me fuck your pretty little pussy. You look positively divine with my fingers inside you.”
He smirks when he sees her face flush red, with an amalgamation of desire and embarrassment. Though she likes it, Kamena does not have much experience with vulgar dirty talk, despite the fact that he’s heard some downright obscene things drop off her tongue.
With his fingers sliding against his shaft on every pump, groans escape him unbidden. Kamena clenches around his fingers at the sound, answering him with whimpers. The fact that Kamena is aroused further by the sound of his need exhilarates him.
“My clit,” she pants with her eyes anchored on his fingers. “You can do both at the same damn time. Don’t be so lazy.”
He growls into her ear approvingly. “As you wish.”
His thumb presses against her clit, sweeping across in a regular rhythm, and her hips jerk and roll thoughtlessly. He increases his pace, driving his fingers deep and fast, curling them up with every pass. Kamena’s fingernails dig into the meat of his thighs as she gasps and jerks, sweat starting to coat both of their bodies.
Precum dribbles from his cock, and his hips start to buck involuntarily as it begs him for the attention he so desperately craves.
“A- Gods! Astarion,” she sputters. “Fuck me. Please. Fuck me.”
He would have liked to make her cum like this, but he cannot deny that he much prefers to feel her walls spasming around his cock, begging him to fill her with his spend.
“Lean in me,” he barks, and she relaxes into him straight away. He hooks his forearms under her knees, spreading her wider for him. “A hand, if you would be so kind, love.”
Kamena grasps his cock, swirling her thumb over his precum soaked tip and giving it a slow stroke before she aligns him at her entrance.
“Hard or soft tonight?”
“Bite me and fuck me hard,” she growls at him, sweeping her hair to the side and exposing her neck.
A shot of pure, unmitigated desire shoots straight through him at the words, and he buries himself to the hilt with one smooth snap of his hips. His eyes fall shut, revelling in the sensation of being sheathed in her — so tight, so wet, so warm, so perfect.
Astarion opens his eyes, watching himself pull out almost all the way and slamming back into her again and again.
He kisses her neck, moaning against her. “Gods above. You look magnificent on my cock. Do you like to watch me fuck you, Kamena?”
A desperate whine comes from her. “Gods, yes.”
“Good girl,” he purrs. “Play with your clit.”
Kamena’s hand reaches down shakily, skimming across her tender flesh. Astarion moans once more at the divine sight before he bites, quick and accurate, knowing exactly where and how to illicit the correct response. His fangs sink into her tender flesh, and her blood surges into his mouth.
His eyes roll back as the sanguine nectar skips across his tongue. If heaven has a taste, he’s positive that this is it. Astarion centres his attention on the push and pull of her walls, the ridges dragging against his hard length.
He can feel every squeeze of that slick, warm grip sending him reeling into mind-numbing pleasure. Kamena’s hips undulate in time to meet his hard thrusts, her fingers working her clit at a frantic pace.
Astarion drives into her, harder and deeper, making her take all of him with every thrust. Kamena whimpers and moans his name in an almost prayer-like chant, and every time it sends another wave of affection coursing through him.
She cries out, her cunt spasming and clamping down on him. The tightness, the way her walls squeeze him, makes it too hard for him to stave off his orgasm. He has to withdraw his fangs from her neck when he comes, the pleasure so intense that his toes curl and a sonorous whine erupts from his throat.
Astarion’s fingers dig into the meat of her thighs, holding on for dear life. His hips stutter, dipping his cock into her again and again and again, coaxing out every bit of his release and flooding her. His being narrows down into nothing but an impossibly compressed point of white-hot bliss as his hips buck, riding out his own shockwaves until they finally abate.
Kamena sags into him once he unhooks his arms from her legs and lets them relax. He presses a kiss to her temple, burying his nose in her hair with his own satisfied sigh.
“We might have ruined this chair.” Kamena shifts to look down at the evidence of their enjoyment. “We definitely ruined this chair.”
Astarion barks out an abrupt laugh in response. “Possibly,” he concurs with a rakish grin. “To Hells with them. You gave them enough bloody coin to furnish this room twice over.”
She turns to face him, draping herself over him with her arms around his neck. “You’re just going to steal it back for me anyhow.”
He grins at that, his chest feeling lighter. It feels good to be seen, known. “You know me too well.”
Kamena rests her head in the crook of his neck, her eyelashes fluttering against his skin as her eyes fall shut. “That was... fun. We haven’t done that in a while. You are okay?”
A typical question after they make love, but he finds it hard to answer this time. It’s not the physical intimacy that troubles him, but her lack of emotional intimacy is another matter entirely.
“Yes, my love,” he purrs. There will be a time and place for that discussion, but this isn’t it. “I’m fine. I would tell you if I wasn’t. Shall we clean up and go to bed? We have a long night ahead of us.”
She leans back, quirking her brow at him. “A long night?”
“Oh yes,” he smiles cunningly. “I believe I owe you a hot date, and I intend to deliver before we leave the city.”
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