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[sketchshelter]

Transitional Kitchen

[unimatrix-420]

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[bestphoneunder20k]

Product Reviews: Comparing Toilet Paper Holder, Toothbrush Organizer, Stocking Holders, and K-Cup Holder

Hey there! We’re excited to dive into this review and comparison of some awesome products. Today, we’ll be taking a closer look at a variety of items that can add convenience and organization to your bathroom and decorations to your home during the festive season. From toilet paper holders to toothbrush organizers, stocking holders, and coffee pod holders, we’ve got you covered! Now, let’s talk…

[veteran-owned-business]

Guide To Mexican Organic Coffee K Cups

[sollowellness]

The Best K Cup Coffee Pods for Keurig or Espresso Machines – Choose the Best One

Are you looking for the organic coffee pods for keurig or Espresso machines to get freshly brewed coffee cup to enjoy your leisure time?

For keurig and other machines, the most common thing is choosing the best K cup coffee pods – the round, flat paper pouch that are filled with ground coffee – harvested, roasted and packed in these pods. Such coffee pods are made of ground coffee and a filter that is combined together.

Depending on your requirement, you can choose the best range of coffee pods that are in varied flavors and roasts. You can get them with tea too. They are available as soft and hard type. Choosing the best one depends on your choice. The soft types of pods are used to make drip coffee in a range of non-pressurized machines. They are not used in Keurigs. Hard types of pods are used to make espresso in pump machines and called as easy serving espresso pods. 

There are different options available, when it comes to choose the best K cup coffee pods:

Weight loss dark roast organic coffee pods

Medium roast organic coffee pods

Ketogenic proof dark roast organic coffee pods

Brain power organic dark roast coffee pods with MCT

ACAI and varied forms of vitamins

Chaga mushroom – the organic chaga with 100% Arabica for immune support and memory booster

There are different other options to keep your interest continue in enjoying coffee. Apart from the aforementioned options, there are varied other options available like energy boost dark roast coffee pods, increase energy & metabolism, usda organic, bold & smooth, 100% arabica, single serve pod compatible with 2.0 k-cup keurig brewers, 24 ct and a lot more. Such pods are idea for beauty purpose that come with biotin, B vitamins & Aloe V.era

Buy the Best K-Cup Coffee Pods

If you are looking for the best and cheapest K cup coffee pods, you will have some better options to fulfill your requirement by going online – a convenient way to enhance your experience and provide you with some better options to choose the best one.

It will be better to check all details and get the right solutions in timely manner. Their main motive is to change the habit of taking coffee with amazing taste. Prices are competitive and backed by discounts; while you can get delivery on time and right to your address. You can also get organic products that are recyclable too. Different options are available and one can bet you will surely get something perfect for you.

Sollo Wellness is a one stop trusted name in this domain providing you with the best range of coffee pods for keurig. Choose the best and place your order. Delivery is made to your address without any delay.

[maiko-san]

Catnap + Dogday x Reader ( Part 1 )

Part 2 >>>

Relationship : Fluff

Reader : Female, age 20.

Plot : You are one of the Playcare employees that looks after the Smiling Critters and makes sure all the mascots are in good shape.

The very first day you were assigned to the Playcare, you didn't expect the mascot to be huge and very tall. Hell, even taller than Huggy Wuggy themselves!

You were nervous to be around these mascots but it was your job to keep them at a top notch.

Dogday, the leader of the smiling critters was the first to greet you. His personality is as bright as the sun necklace around his neck.

The others follow his lead and greet you with smiles on their faces, welcoming you to the daycare.

Well, except one.

Which was Catnap.

The purple cat mascot is high up on one of the buildings, watching everything from above and his eyes looking down at you, judging you from afar.

For the first week, you monitor the smiling critters and their behaviours. The others are fine interacting with the children, except for Catnap who prefers to be on his own.

You tried to get the cat to do his job but the mascot refused to listen to you. Which was frustrating.

You were amazed that the technology in place is far more advanced and the mascots in this Playtime Co. have their own personalities like a real person would which was..... intriguing and at the same time.... terrifying.

According to Dogday, Catnap used to be very friendly but he had been distancing himself from the group recently.

He never knows why.

The supervisor told you that Catnap was the most troublesome in the group and they said to keep an eye on the cat and make sure he does his work and doesn't get in any trouble.

It would take time for you to properly work with him. So, you respect the mascot's boundaries and try interacting with him slowly.

Day by day, you make sure to visit him first every time your shift starts. you greet Catnap with a 'Good morning' and 'How are you doing?'.

The cat only stares at you with a swishing tail, you set down a bag of croissants and look up at the mascot.

"Hey, Catnap! If you're hungry, you can have these croissants! Eat it while it's still fresh, okay bud. You can't work with an empty stomach!"

"......"

Again, he just stares at you.

You also learn that these mascots are able to consume organic matter which again shocks you, so you always sneak in some food from the cafe for all the smiling critters, in secret.

The smiling critters began to like you and saw you as their favourite out of all the employees.

Things go on normally in the daycare, the smiling critters keep themselves busy with the children ( that you weren't allow to interact with )

You spend your time in the office and look through the papers. When you were about to take a sip of the hot drink from your cup—

"Hiya, there! Mrs. (L/n)!"

"Oh, f—k!"

You jump out from your seat and some of the hot drink spilled onto your pants causing you to curse under your breath.

It was Dogday.

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!"

The dog apologises for startling you and offers you a handkerchief that magically appears out of thin air.

You said you were alright. You turn to ask what makes Dogday come to your office.

The smiling critter just said he wants to see you, saying to you that you have been coup up in your office for hours now.

You were grateful that he was concerned about you but you told him that the papers kept you busy.

"Sorry, bud. I just have a lot of papers to look through. Ya know, I have to keep all of you in shape"

"I see. Thank you for caring and taking care of us angel........unlike the others—anyways!"

Dogday whispers the last part which cannot be heard clearly by you.

"Do you need help with anything? I'm free! I can help you with everything and as a leader of the Smiling Critters, it is also my job to help you too!"

Dogday offers a helping hand, his tail swishing as he awaits for your answers.

You told him you do need help sorting out the papers into the folders which the dog excitedly said yes.

He sits on the floor next to you, since how tall he is. You point out the paper that he needs to sort out in the correct order.

Dogday have trouble picking up the papers with his large hands. You couldn't help but stifle at the sight, yet he managed to find a way of picking up the paper without crumpling it.

After a few hours passed. The bell rings loudly, signalling it was recess time.

You stretch your limbs and stand up from your chair, you turn to Dogday who already finished sorting out all the papers.

"You did a great job there, Dogday. Thank you!"

"Hehe, no problem Mrs. (L/n)! Glad to help!"

"Just call me, (Y/n). Dogday. No need to be so formal and besides I'm not THAT old..."

"Alright, (Y/n)!"

You yawn escape your mouth as you rub your eye, a nice nap is the only thing that comes to your mind after a long hour of paperwork.

Dogday notices how tired you look.

"A good nap will make you feel energetic afterwards!"

"Yeah, it does. I'm going to the staffroom and sleep there. You can go back to the playcare, Dogday"

But the orange dog didn't leave and instead picks you up which surprises you.

Dogday held you close to his body and said.

"No need! You can sleep here with me!"

His arms wrap around your smaller body, your face buried into his chest and his fur smells like vanilla. Which was comforting....

Before you know it, you already drift off to sleep.

"Sleep well, angel...."

Next day.

Following the same routine, you visit Catnap again but the cat was nowhere in sight.

You call out for the feline and you hear a loud thud behind you. Hot breath tickles your back which causes you to quickly turn around to see the purple cat staring at you with beady white eyes.

You hold out an apple pie to him, which the cat takes and devours with a wide open mouth.

"I want....more"

"Huh?"

"More....sweets..."

It was the first time you heard Catnap speak, his voice was deep and distorted.

You now have learned that Catnap likes sweets. Which gives you quite an advantage over him.

"Yes, you can have more sweets.....If you do your job"

You told the cat which he grunts roughly in return.

"You can request any kind of sweets you want in return, I promise. Just as long you do your job as a play care attendant"

Catnap seemingly thinking about the deal that you had offered to him. The sweets seems to get to him since he never gets to eat such food....

It was tempting and he finally agrees with you.

"Okay..."

With that simple okay, Catnap begins to do his job in the play care to Dogday's delight.

After the shift is over, you give Catnap his sweet treats as you promised.

"Haha! See, it wasn't that hard, right! You did a great job there, Catnap! If you keep doing that, I might bake you a cake!"

You praised the feline mascot with a bright smile. Which causes the feline to look away slightly.

The feeling of praise makes his heart flutter with warmth.....

It was a very long day at work and you bid the smiling critters a good night before you leave the playcare.

Unknown to you, some of the higher ups have noticed how well you do with the Smiling Critters.

You are safe....

For now....

A/n : There will be more interaction with Catnap in the next chapter! I am aware that Catnap is Theo which is a child!

I am not sure who resides in Dogday and he might be one of the employees of the playcare since he knows so much.

Relationship between the three would be fluff. If romance, it could be focused on Dogday maybe...?

Well, it's up to you guys.

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Will Graham X Reader: Nightcap

Summary: Will needs a little help going to sleep after a nightmare.

Warnings: not proof read, smut, cowgirl, oral (f & m receiving), penetration ( p in v), pet names (baby), cursing, nightmares, cum eating, no use of y/n.

Word count: 1,8 K

He’s sweating through his sheets.

Even in his hazy state he can feel the cold sweat that covers his body. He tries to wake himself up but his body refuses. He’s staring at the stag before him. The animal itself isn't threatening. It's the feelings that come with it that cause Will to shake in bed. He feels something grab onto his shoulder and turns to look at what was touching him. His eyes find you, your mouth is open wide as if you were screaming but no sound comes out. He calls out your name just as his body sinks into the ground. 

Will snapped up from his bed, his heart hammering in his chest. His wet clothes cling to his body uncomfortably. He’s been in this situation before, the only difference is that this time he’s not alone. You're here with him. He feels bad for waking you up but he's glad he’s not alone. The palm of your hand warms his arm, causing him to stare at it. 

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Nightmares.”

“Are they always that bad?”

Will stops staring at your hand on him opting to look at your face. You're looking at him like a wounded animal and he hates it. But he supposes it's better than looking at him like he’s crazy.

“Not always but yeah most of them are…”

“Intense?”

“That's a word for it.”

Of course the only night he has someone sleep over he has one of the worst nightmares he’s had in months. He must have been quite loud for you to be able to hear him from another room.

“Sorry for waking you.”

“You didn’t. I couldn’t sleep. I was on my way to get a cup of water when I heard you. You sounded scared so I thought maybe I should check on you.”

Your relationship with Will was odd. You weren’t exactly friends but you weren’t just coworkers either. You’d been helping him organize information for his next class and hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. Will hated the thought of you driving in the dark because of him so he offered you a place to crash.

It was the first time you’d truly seen Will. You helped him cook dinner and the two of you had shared a bottle of wine. You talked until your eyes started to feel heavy. Will showed you to your bed and bid you goodnight. It all felt very intimate. You weren’t sleeping in his bed but this was the closest you’d been to each other outside of work. Will didn’t really know how to behave around you. He’d flush when you said anything remotely flirty to him and he would often find himself observing you as you worked. He was fascinated by you but instead of telling you that he bottled his desire deep inside himself. 

“Do you have more sheets?”

“Yeah in the closet.”

You moved over to the closet, searching for a fresh set of sheets. Will rose from the bed beginning to tug on the soaked sheets. He bundled the fabric in his hands before throwing it into the hamper. You made your way to him, handing him the clean sheets. The two of you worked together making the bed quickly. You pat Will's pillow lightly before moving away from the bed. 

“There. Good as new!”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Silence fell over the room. You started at the bed wondering if anyone had ever had the pleasure of sharing the space with Will. Will watched you deep in thought. He used the opportunity to observe you. Your body was covered by one of his shirts. It was an old piece of clothing, worn down by time but you made it work. An overwhelming need to move closer towards you consumed him all of a sudden. He decided to act on it. He inched himself towards you slowly, not wanting to break your train of thought.

You didn’t notice him move. When you turned to look at him, expecting him to still be far from you, you bumped into him accidentally. The palms of your hands came in contact with his chest. Will looked down at where your body touched his. Before he could do anything you pulled away, creating some distance between you two. You let out a small laugh, stuttering a bit as you spoke.

“I’m gonna get out of your hair. Goodnight.”

You spun on your heels rolling your eyes at yourself. How could such a small amount of contact flustered you so much? Will reached out to you, his hand grabbing onto your arm. You felt the tug on your arm making you stop and turn. 

“Stay.”

“We have work tomorrow. You need to sleep, Will.”

“I won't be able to fall asleep anytime soon. Stay with me. We can talk until we feel tired again.”

You knew you should say no but the way Will was looking at you:  eyes glossy due to lack of sleep, hair tousled due to his abrupt awakening, lips slightly parted as he waited for your response, made it impossible. So you stayed. 

What's the worst that could happen?

Things escalated quickly. You’d gone from talking about work, to intensely making out, to Will begging to eat you out in a matter of minutes.

And you let him.

Your hands curled into Will's curls as his tongue moved over your clit. His hands grab onto your thighs as you squirm beneath him. 

“Will ah i can’t-”

“Come on just one more. You can do it baby.”

He’d said he needed to destress a bit before going to sleep again and what better way to take his mind off things than absolutely ravaging you with his tongue. He’d already made you cum twice but he needed to feel you spill your juices one more time. Just a bit more and he’d be satisfied. He’d said that but it was a lie. From the second he’d felt your lips on his he knew he’d never get enough of the taste of you. He was clawing so harshly at your legs you were sure you’d have scratch marks tomorrow. The thought of having a reminder of him on your body, even if for a little while, exited you. Your hips rose from the bed as you reached your third orgasm. Will kept licking at you until you had to physically push his face off you. He laid his head on your thigh, staring up at you like a puppy. A warm smile spread over Will's face as he watched your chest rise and fall. He would have never imagined he’d find himself in this situation.  You let out a content sigh, finally opening your eyes to look at him. He was looking up at you like a god. It was then that you noticed he was waiting for you to tell him what you wanted. You placed your hand on his face, thumb stroking his cheek as you called out his name. 

“Yes beautiful?”

“Come give me a kiss.”

You felt the weight on your legs dissipate as he rose from the bed. He crawled over your body, arms flexing as he moved. Once he’d gotten face to face with you he leant down slowly to place a kiss on your lips. You held his face, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. Your legs wound around Wills hips as you made out. He let out a small grunt when you accidentally grazed his hard on. Using all of your body weight you managed to flip your positions around so that you were on top of Will. You grinned down at him, hands splayed against his chest as you rocked your hips slowly.

“My turn.”

You inched your body down his. Will's breath hitched as you gave his hipbone a kiss. His hands gripped at the fresh sheets as you continued to tease him over his boxers. It was only when he let out a breathy “please” that you decided to indulge him. You tugged his boxers down, freeing his dick. You held him in your hand enjoying the weight for a moment before beginning to stroke him. The Will Graham you were currently seeing was nothing like the one you were used to. You’d never seen Will's body so relaxed. Your lips ghosted the tip of his dick causing him to whine.

“You want my mouth Will?”

“Shit baby please.”

He sounded so pretty for you. How could you deny him? As soon as your lips wrapped around his dick Will swore he’d never be able to forget the feeling. You boobed your head, tongue moving over the veins of his dick. Will tugged at your hair roughly, not being able to control his strength due to the pleasure you were giving him. Tears fell from your eyes as you gagged around his dick. He felt the droplets fall on his thighs causing him to raise his head from the people to look at you. A deep moan made its way out of Will as he began to buck his hips. Your grip on his legs tightened as he fucked into your throat. He was getting closer and closer to the edge. You waited eagerly for him to blow his load but then all of a sudden he was tugging you off of him. 

“ Will what’s wro-”

“Sorry baby can’t take it any longer.”

Will roughly tugged you onto him. He positioned himself at your entrance and before you could even process what was going on he sunk into you. You moaned out his name as he filled you up. On instinct you started bouncing on his dick. 

“That’s it baby. Ride me.”

“Jesus Will…you feel so good.”

His hands guided your movements forcing you to move faster and faster as he desperately tried to find release. 

“Fuck i’m gonna cum”

“Give to me Will.”

“Ah shit!”

Wills hips bucked up one last time spilling his load into your. YOu continued grinding on him as he came down from his high. Your hands moved to remove the curls that stuck to his forehead. Will gave you a sleepy smile as you caressed him. You leaned down to give him a kiss. His arms wrapped around your body holding you to him. You closed your eyes hearing the small snores that started to slip out of Will. You nuzzled your body closer to him.

“Good night Will.”

When Will woke up the next morning he found your frame nuzzled into his side, his arm slung over your waist. He placed a kiss on your temple before closing his eyes again. Sleep washed over him quickly. 

He waited from the nightmares to come.

They never did.

[sundays-sims]

M Y R I A D . (early access, patreon)

Hi all!

First of all, I am super sorry for the extreme delay in posting this month' set. I have had an insane month, it felt like everything that could have happened to slow me down, did, in fact, happen. I hope it's ok with everyone & thank you so much for understanding. ♥

The next month's publication will also be delayed due to the fact that I have been working on this myriad set until late last night and I haven't made any progress for next month's content. Again, thank you for your patience on this. You can expect the publication at the end of August instead of beginning of the month. Rest assured that I haven't cancelled any content, or anything like that, it will only be posted later during the month.

Now, about this month' set! It is a bit unusual as I normally go for pieces that are all part of the same "room type" but I decided to go for a bunch of mini sets ideas. I have been thinking about doing something like this for a while; more random objects that still go together. I kept my organic modern design aesthetic, so expect neutral tones & natural materials, but I also added some bright blues, greens & yellows for the mini lemonade set. The myriad set contains 15 new meshes in total, from seating to surfaces, along with a bunch of cute clutter.

↓ details & download link under the cut ↓

D O W N L O A D  L I N K : [X] (patreon, early access)

S E T   D E T A I L S :

brass & marble side table – 10 swatches

caffettiera – 3 swatches

candle – 4 swatches

ceramic plate – 12 swatches

coffee cup & spoon – 7 swatches

coffee table – 3 swatches

croissant & plate – 7 swatches

dining chair – 5 swatches

dining table – 10 swatches

lemon water glass – 1 swatch

lemon water pitcher – 1 swatch

lemonade pitcher – 15 swatches

lemons – 1 swatch

marble console – 9 swatches

rattan chair – 4 swatches

** myriad will be released (free) on August 21st**

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[amenemisa]

Yeah very well, i read a fiction about him and we have a sleepy eating severus :')

I usually like to draw his hair straight and slightly wavy, but this time we have a severus like this. I'll leave you a short paragraph here~

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“Afternoon Severus,” Professor McGonagall chirped.

“Afternoon,” Snape muttered, sluggishly dragging himself into his usual seat at the teachers’ table.

“Is everything alright? You look positively drained.”

“I did not get much sleep,” he grumbled, sipping on a cup of coffee.

Unfortunately for Snape, his “morning business” commenced quite literally at the crack of dawn. After his rounds concluded at 3 AM, he crashed into bed only to bitterly rouse a couple of hours later to receive and compartmentalize a large shipment of potion supplies. He skipped breakfast to acquire some much-needed slumber and he still wanted to crawl back into bed as he ate his lunch. His hair was a bit unkempt and ruffled from bedhead, but he didn’t care as his physical appearance wasn't a top priority to him.

...

He’s dragging.

You had noticed the drowsy state of the potion’s master when he entered the Great Hall for lunch. His typical determined strides were slower and seemed heavier. It didn’t take a genius to recognize that Professor Snape was tired. Pair his movements with his bedhead as well as the slow pace he ate his meal and you have your answer. Snape was typically always the last to arrive for meals, but he was always the first to leave as well; today not being the case as he chewed at a snail’s pace, his head slightly resting against his hand. Meanwhile, you had already finished your lunch, even after slowing down your own pace. You wanted to leave the Great Hall, but you would feel guilty if his notice of your departure possibly inclined him to rush. It didn’t matter to you what time you went to Hogsmeade. Perhaps if you were discrete…?

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Here is the fiction ᕕ( ՞ ᗜ ՞ )ᕗ

[97linelover]

The Idol‘s Encore - Choi Seungcheol

summary: meeting an idol was crazy enough, but getting close to him,makes it all even crazier.

content: Idol scoups x non Idol reader, fight,angst, sad end,fluff,smut, drama, heartbreak I’m sorrryyyy

wc: 1.5 k

a/n: I really think that’s how it goes. Dating in this business? Hard.

Lollapalooza was unreal and Cheol looked so so so good!!!

As you navigated through the bustling stadium, weaving through the throngs of fans, you followed closely behind your best friend, who was practically sprinting toward the stage. The entire place was alive with energy, people running and shouting, excitement buzzing in the air like an electric current. The fanbase was wild, and it was barely 11 a.m.

You somehow made it to the barricade, squeezing through the sea of people — all of this, for her. The things you did for your best friend. The heat was intense, the sun already blazing down, and there were no clouds to offer any relief.

Your best friend, always the social butterfly, was already chatting animatedly with a few others nearby. They were all Carats, all equally thrilled to be there. You stood beside her, nodding along, but truthfully, you were just hoping the time would pass quickly. Concerts weren’t really your thing, and although you liked the occasional song, this wasn't your scene.

But to your surprise, the crowd was lively yet well-behaved, and time seemed to move faster than you expected. The acts were fantastic — energetic, polished, and engaging. The organization was impeccable too. Staff moved through the crowd, offering free water and ice cream to keep everyone cool under the scorching sun. It was a thoughtful gesture, and it made the heat more bearable.

As the opening notes of the music filled the air, the crowd exploded into cheers and screams. Fans around you were losing their minds, singing along at the top of their lungs. You couldn’t help but laugh softly to yourself, amused by their enthusiasm. You weren’t as familiar with the songs, only knowing a handful of them, but there was one person on stage that you knew all too well.

Choi Seungcheol.

He commanded the stage effortlessly. His sleeveless shirt clung to his toned arms, revealing his muscles as he moved. The way he looked out over the crowd, scanning it with an intensity that seemed purposeful, sent a small shiver down your spine. His eyes swept over hundreds of faces, and then, as if by fate, they found yours.

The instant his gaze locked onto you, you saw something change in his expression. His eyes brightened, and for a moment, it felt like time slowed down. He started to make his way down from the stage, stepping right up to the barricade — right in front of you.

He sang directly to you, his voice rich and powerful, never breaking eye contact. The fans around you screamed louder, sensing something special in the moment, but you barely noticed them. It was like the world had shrunk down to just the two of you.

He had found you. And you knew exactly what that meant.

Tonight, at 10 p.m., you would meet him at the park near his hotel.

But how had all this happened?

It started just a few days ago. Your sister had been at a K-pop party that Saturday night while you had decided to wander around Berlin. You’d had a craving for donuts and hot chocolate, so you found yourself in a quaint little café, settling down with your book. The smell of fresh pastries filled the air, and marshmallows floated in your steaming cup of hot chocolate as you opened the first chapter.

The bell above the café door jingled softly, and you glanced up to see a tall, handsome man walk in. You tried to refocus on your book, not wanting to be rude, but you couldn’t help overhearing the interaction at the counter. The cashier was struggling with English, and it was clear the man didn’t speak German.

With a sigh, you closed your book and stood up, walking over to the counter. “What do you want? I can order it in German for you,” you said with a small smile.

He looked relieved, smiling back at you. “I was just trying to order a water.”

“A water? Do you know it’s basically a rule to drink hot chocolate at this time of night?” you teased, laughing a little.

“I’m on a strict diet,” he said, pouting slightly.

“Not tonight,” you grinned. “I’m ordering you a hot chocolate. No arguments.”

He chuckled but didn’t resist. “If you insist.”

After placing the order, you paid for his drink and a donut, feeling a bit mischievous. As you turned back to him, you introduced yourself. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“I’m Seungcheol,” he replied, and your eyes widened in recognition.

Of course — the handsome stranger, the strict diet — it was your sister’s bias, Choi Seungcheol.

“You know who I am, don’t you?” he asked softly, a hint of something like disappointment in his voice.

You nodded. “Yeah, my sister’s a fan. We’re actually here for your concert.” You took a sip of your hot chocolate, trying to keep things casual.

“And you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Are you a fan too?”

You shook your head with a smile. “Not exactly. I’m just here for my sister. I know a few of your songs, but I’m not a big fan.”

His grin widened. “Well, I’ll take that as a compliment. At least you’ve heard of us.” He took a bite of the donut and sighed dramatically. “This is going to cost me an extra mile on my run tomorrow.”

You laughed. “Don’t stress about it. One donut won’t ruin you.”

Seungcheol looked thoughtful for a moment, then said, “You know, we’re always filmed from every angle. It messes with your mind sometimes, seeing all these sides of yourself that you don’t like.”

“I don’t think you have any bad sides,” you said, half-joking but also flirtatious, and he chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You think I’m good-looking?” he teased.

“As if you don’t already know that, Seungcheol,” you retorted, standing up to grab your bag.

“Leaving already?” he asked, quickly getting to his feet to follow you.

“I was planning on walking around a bit more. You’re welcome to join me if you want.”

He didn’t hesitate, and the two of you spent the rest of the night wandering through the quiet streets of Berlin. Time flew by as you talked, eventually finding yourselves at a small playground, where you lay side by side on the swings, gazing up at the stars.

“Will you be at the show tomorrow?” he asked softly, turning his head to look at you.

You nodded. “I’ll be there with my sister. She wants to be up front, so I guess I’ll be at the barricade.”

His eyes darkened with a playful intensity. “So, you’ll be watching me from up close, huh?” His hand gently brushed your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. “I’ll make you a deal. If I find you in the crowd tomorrow, we’ll meet here again at 10 p.m., and... I’ll get my kiss.”

You gasped, cheeks flushing. “You want that kiss so badly?”

“You have no idea,” he murmured, and you found yourself nodding.

“Deal.”

Now, just a few hours after the concert, you sat on the swing at the playground, replaying concert videos on your phone. He was half an hour late.

With a sigh, you put your phone away, feeling a sinking disappointment. Of course, you’d been foolish to think this could be real. Seungcheol was an idol — why would he be interested in someone like you?

As you walked away, you muttered under your breath, “Stupid. Stupid boys, stupid me.”

You were halfway back to the hotel when you felt a hand grab your arm, pulling you into the shadows. “I’m so sorry,” a familiar deep voice said.

You looked up, heart pounding. “Seungcheol?”

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he whispered. “We got held up with interviews, and when I finally got to the playground, you were gone. I had to find you.”

“I thought you played me,” you admitted softly, trying to hide the hurt.

“Never,” he said firmly. “I wanted to see you more than anything.”

You leaned closer to him, whispering, “Did anyone follow you?” He shook his head, his expression soft yet intense.

Without another word, you closed the distance between you, pressing your lips to his. The moment his hands pulled you closer, your heart raced, and your mind went quiet. His lips moved in perfect rhythm with yours, and the world around you seemed to disappear. That kiss—it made you feel alive in a way you hadn’t before.

He pulled away just enough to whisper against your lips, “Do you want to come upstairs? Fans could show up any minute now.”

You nodded, breathless. “Sure.”

You followed him through the quiet corridors, the space between you feeling like too much. The air was thick with tension and anticipation, every step increasing your need to be close to him again.

The door to his room had barely closed behind you before he had you against the wall, his hands exploring, his lips on yours again, more urgent this time. Every touch was electrifying, every kiss deepened the connection between you. It wasn’t just physical—it was intense, overwhelming, and all-consuming.

Time blurred as you spent the night tangled together, losing yourselves in each other. Moments of tenderness and passion intertwined as you explored each other’s bodies, finding new ways to make each other smile, gasp, and laugh. The intimacy was raw, yet filled with affection. By the time Seungcheol finally fell asleep, he was wrapped around you, his breathing soft and steady as he rested his head against your chest.

You lay there, your hand gently stroking his hair, your heart still racing from everything that had just happened. It wasn’t just about the physical connection—it was the unexpected bond that had formed between the two of you.

As the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, you stirred awake. Seungcheol was still asleep, his arms wrapped tightly around you, his breathing slow and peaceful. For a moment, everything felt perfect—like a dream you never wanted to end.

But as you lay there, reality started to creep in. The world outside this room was different, harsher. Seungcheol wasn’t just any man; he was an idol, adored by millions. And you… you were just a girl from Germany, someone who had stumbled into his life by accident.

You sighed softly, careful not to wake him. It was easy to get lost in the fantasy here, in the quiet intimacy of the early morning, but what would happen when you left this room? He had a life in South Korea—a public, highly scrutinized life. And you? You had your life in Germany, far away from the spotlight and the complexities of fame.

Seungcheol stirred beside you, his eyes slowly fluttering open. He smiled sleepily, pulling you closer. “Good morning,” he whispered, his voice still heavy with sleep.

You smiled back, but the weight in your chest only grew heavier. "Good morning."

For a moment, you stayed there, wrapped in each other, neither wanting to face the inevitable. But as much as you wanted to stay in this perfect moment forever, you knew the conversation couldn’t wait.

“We need to talk,” you said softly, pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes.

Seungcheol frowned slightly, sensing the seriousness in your tone. “What’s wrong?”

You bit your lip, unsure of how to start. “This… last night, it was incredible. But you know we can’t keep this up, right? You’re an idol, Seungcheol. You live in Korea. And I… I’m just a girl from Germany.”

He sat up, his expression darkening. “What are you saying? That last night didn’t mean anything?”

“No, it meant everything,” you quickly reassured him. “That’s the problem. It meant too much. But you and I… we live in two different worlds. How can we possibly make this work? We just met, you don’t know me and I don’t know you“

Seungcheol ran a hand through his hair, frustration building in his eyes. “I don’t care about the distance. I don’t care about what anyone else thinks. I want to be with you.”

Tears stung your eyes as you shook your head. “But it’s not just about us, is it? You know how it is for idols. The fans, the media… if they found out, it would destroy you. It would ruin everything you’ve worked for.”

He clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. “I don’t care about any of that. I’ve spent my whole life doing what’s expected of me. For once, I want to do what I want.”

“But at what cost?” you asked, your voice breaking. “Do you really want to throw everything away for me? For someone who lives on the other side of the world?”

Silence hung between you, thick and suffocating. Seungcheol’s eyes softened, the fight draining out of him as the reality of your words sank in.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. And it’s funny because we just met, but we talked about things nobody knows.“

Tears slipped down your cheeks as you reached out, cupping his face in your hands. “I don’t want to lose you either. But we have to be realistic. We can’t be together… not like this.”

He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch. For a moment, you stayed like that, holding onto each other as if you could stop the inevitable from happening. But deep down, you both knew the truth.

With a heavy heart, you pulled away, grabbing your clothes and getting dressed in silence. Seungcheol didn’t stop you. He simply sat there, watching as you prepared to leave, his face a mask of heartbreak.

Before you left, you turned to him one last time. “Maybe one day things will be different. But for now… this is goodbye.”

His eyes were glossy, but he nodded, understanding that there was nothing more to say. "Goodbye, Y/N."

And with that, you left the room, your heart breaking with every step. As you walked down the hotel corridor, you realized that some love stories don’t have happy endings—not because they aren’t real, but because the world isn’t ready for them.

Seungcheol would always be a part of you, a memory tucked away in your heart. But your worlds were too different, the distance too great. And no matter how much you wished otherwise, some things were just not meant to be.

Seungcheol would just be a beautiful memory tucked away with he thought about lollapalooza 2024.

[ninihousebears3000]

HR Department! reader X Alucard

A goodnight kiss.

Pulling an all-nighter causes you to hear strange things.

CW: No warnings!

It's quite late.

You had to agree with the voice in your head. Pulling overtime was necessary considering how your workload suddenly increased. Now you're bookkeeper another responsibility on your plate. Computerizing this ancient system that the organization was barely running on was your mission. But efficiency is your reputation and you wouldn't be able to sleep knowing that things were left in limbo.

Rest, work will be here tomorrow but you won't be here much longer if you keep going on like this.

Morbid but true. Maybe some coffee will give you clarity? After all your computer screen began looking less and less clear. You were certain it was working just fine a moment ago. Standing up you grab your favorite mug off your desk heading to your in-office coffee machine. Walter had refused to use k-cups opting to brew a fresh pot for you every day. But he would cut you off after two cups so for your third and fourth cups you used your K-cups from home.

You placed your mug on the machine instinctively reaching for the box of k-cups. Only to be met with empty space. "What the hell?" You had a full box where did it go? Checking in the cabinets, your bag, and drawers, not a single K-cup could be found. Even your coat pocket didn't have an emergency K-cup. "Perhaps there's some upstairs?" Thinking aloud was your tendency nowadays since this was your own private office. Although, a few more employees and an assistant would be very helpful. Being the head of the human resources department doesn't mean much if you're the only employee.

You thought to yourself as you left your office walking through the basement.

"An office near civilization would be nice."

You retorted walking past the many cells in the dungeon. You know Seras' room is near here. "I wonder what she's up to?" You appreciate her company she seems chipper than most considering her situation. At times you can tell she just wants another person to talk to. It does pain you that she pops in at the busiest of times. It's only been a few weeks since the Police Girl ‘joined’. You did try advocating for her to have a change of uniform and to be at least called by her real name. Those were still ongoing battles.

Then there was Alucard. You're still trying to get a one-on-one meeting about his workplace misconduct. It's difficult to arrange anything with him he has no email! An audible groaning sigh escaped you.

Your thoughts kept you entertained as you finally made it to the kitchen. Normally, there would be servants and other staff members but the only remaining people here were the residents and the perimeter guards. Of course, the ones in the surveillance room which felt weird to think about them watching you right now.

Of course, there was no leftover coffee left so you were having to pull off your lazy slacks and brew some yourself.

Coffee at this hour? Your sleep will surely be ruined. The sun rises in only a few hours. How about lemon ginger tea?

You took your mug and started rinsing out the old coffee stains. Possibly something else for a change?

When you were filling up your mug with cold water to get the last of the stains out. You jolted the mug towards your face splashing your face with cold water. The sensation still shocked you but woke you up for certain.

"My voice is deep but why is my thought voice that deep?" Was delirium setting in? Or was someone truly talking to you? You can see why Sir Penwood said this place can be maddening. Instead of coffee or tea, you opted for ice-cold orange juice and a leftover banana nut muffin. The sugar should help until you find a stopping point. Plus the leftover wetness on your shirt can help keep you awake. Seems like you would be spending the night Walter gave you a ride since your car was practically living in the shop at this point.

Almost three in the morning the voice in your head was right about it being very late. By the time you returned, you finished the muffin and chugged the juice as soon as you sat down. Just one more paragraph to type and you can call it a night.

You've had worse nights from your undergrad years!

Cracking your knuckles your nimble fingers went back to work.

Sugar can't stop sleep deprivation.

There it was again! You can ignore it! Fight on you're the head of the human resources department!

What's the harm?

Just close your eyes for a few minutes.

You never noticed how soothing the baritone voice was until now. An eye break couldn't hurt, right?

That's right little human. Just close those pretty eyes.

The computer screen was looking warped in ways you've never seen a screen do before. Your lids were heavier and you were leaning on your arms at this point.

"But I am not finished yet." Trying to fight this heavy exhaustion was increasingly difficult. Before you knew it your head was using your arms as a pillow and the desk was a bed.

Everything will be fine little human.

"I am six feet." Your eyes closed for the final time. The heat from the cardigan now placed on your shoulders reminded you of the blanket on your soft bed.

Shh, sleep little human.

Wait, your cardigan was on the back of your chair!

Now be a good little human and stay asleep.

Hot breath grazed your exposed neck along with a hissing noise. You reached for the pistol underneath your desk and fired a shot at the source of this strange body heat. To your surprise you found Hellsing's trump card sitting on the ground in the corner of your office. Thankfully, Walter gave you a pistol strangely you asked for a silencer.

"ALUCARD! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY WORKPLACE MISCONDUCT VIOLATIONS YOU STACKED UP!" Panting and filled with rage you kept your gun aimed at him.

"You know those blessed bullets do hurt." He was bleeding out of his left shoulder. Despite that, his face held an awful grin.

"YOU WERE TRYING TO DRINK MY BLOOD! AND YOU HAVE BEEN IN MY HEAD!" You never thought your first meeting with Alucard was going to be him nearly drinking your blood.

"Shh, you're louder than Police Girl." His nonchalant attitude was getting on your nerves. "Consider it a goodnight kiss little human." Alucard stood to his full height seeing how he still regarded you as little.

"We need to address some misconduct violations." Was this going to be your only chance to talk to him?

"I don't think your department applies to me." He began to walk past you. "Now if you'll excuse me the sun will be rising soon." But your reflexes were being kind to you. Opening your drawer you pulled out a thick binder and flipped to the middle of it pointing at a document.

"You and Seras Victoria fall into this category of employee." He leaned down to read it. His crimson eyes bounced up to yours and then to the book again. "Did you just call me a police dog?" A hint of irritation was in his tone.

"Therefore you must follow the same guidelines as every employee here." You were the head of the human resources department you weren't going to let this misconduct run rampant anymore!

"Please have a seat Alucard." Alucard narrowed his eyes at you and then smirked. "Alright then HR." He smirked while sitting down crossing his legs in the seat in front of your desk. While you grabbed your chair that was pushed across the room after his initial introduction.

You weren’t expecting him to give in judging from what Seras and Walter had told you. But you can’t rest knowing you had the chance.

"Now shall we begin with boundaries."

[pursuitseternal]

“A Night with the Ascendant:” Chapter 6

Ascended Astarion x F!OC | M this ch | 2.7 K

🎨 by @summerwarlock

Summary: Preparations for festivities in full swing, the Ascendant and his Bride clash. Lumina’s own past begins to surface, and the Ascendant may learn he’s decidedly bit off more than he can chew…

CW: banter, mention of prior abuse

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Lumina stood in the sun, a fact she still struggled to comprehend. Strolling the palace gardens, watching servants and vendors and musicians hurrying in and out of every door made her nervous. And of course there was her promise that she would remain close by and yet not underfoot from the preparations.

Never had she seen the refined effort that went into Astarion’s soirées. The one time she had attended, she arrived in the line of his Spawn, all the hubbub having settled and guests having arrived. Of course, that was the night he turned her… for the second time. From Spawn to Bride.

Now, she rested against the walls of the palace, arms crossed and chin low against her chest as she watched the organized chaos it was to organize such a grand affair.

“Not just any affair…” that velvet voice purred in her mind. “A grand affair for one exalted, beautiful vampiric Bride and her Sire,” he crooned, a caress of his attention stroking down her spine. “For you, all for you,” his words warmed her very blood as it ran undead in her veins. His presence in her mind was no longer tendrils, no longer like the strings of a marionette. It’s… as if his heart beat in her chest, a warmth that grew and expanded at his will, and yet never, ever diminished.

She loved it. And feared it.

A parade of servants carrying crates after crates of brilliant new dining wear… gold encrusted cups and plates of purest silver… she wondered if she would ever hold a simple wooden cup again or have to endure the taste of stale ale just to live…

She wondered why Astarion ever thought an urchin like her was worthy of his magnanimity and princely luxury. Flashes of those visions of his past came to her mind, a reminder that he hadn’t always been so great and powerful. A slave, like her. Abused, like her. A being now remade to be greater than the sum of his sufferings… like her.

Only, her abuser yet sucked air.

Mr. Tanner, she cursed the name, sucking in spit to launch into the ground near her skirts at just the thought of him. A curse on that rat.

“My Consort, such actions are not befitting of your status…”

Astarion had drawn up short, his embroidered and polished shoes just a hair's breadth away from here her spittle landed in the gravel of the path. The look on his pale face was screwed in surprise and displeasure… and yet expectation glinted in his crimson eyes as he found his love.

“Enjoying your ability to read my thoughts, my lord?” Lumina gave a disinterested smile as she walked towards the rose garden.

“I do find it useful, I confess,” he hummed his reply. “How else am I supposed to know what goes on in that pretty little head of yours?” He slunk after her, catching her beneath the arch in the garden wall, that perfect, rakish smirk turned down upon her. One arm staving off further retreat, he leaned down to whisper right against her ear. “You, my dear, have secrets, and I wish to know and love them all,” he rasped. That warm touch trailed up her skirts, resting on the curve of her hip. “I wish to… uncover them… unravel them… and see you come completely undone for me…” he purred into the creases of her ear.

Lumina smirked. “It seems you’re adding in another sort of request, aside from just coming to know my… secrets,” she teased, or tried to. It was a challenge to hold her own against the onslaught of that seductive smirk and hungry, devouring gaze. “B-besides, I know you have secrets, too…”

“More than I care to admit,” Astarion conceded, pressing his body just a little firmer against her, inch by pulse-racing inch.

His heart rapt against her chest, inside and out. That beating pulse racing as he slid a thigh into her skirts, as his head craned lower to inhale her scent as he nuzzled her neck. A chaste little kiss pressed on the right side of her neck, those small, twin scars of her turning tangible beneath his lips. “Tell me one secret, my little light.”

The order made her stomach flip flop, made her mouth taste of cotton and go dry.

“B-B-Balduran Mash is my favorite meal… or it was,” Lumina sputtered out nervously. Astarion jerked his head back in good humored surprise, hand slipping from the wall to brace his stomach. He gave a deep bellied laugh, those eyes squinting shut as he outright chortled. “Oh… oh my dear,” he managed to say in between his bouts of laughter. “You are a rare one, my love.” He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

And Lumina couldn’t help but join in with her own nervous, breathy giggle. “It was something you didn’t know, my Lord. A secret I kept from you.”

“And I’m so pleased you chose to divulge such a juice tidbit,” came his reply, his eyes opening to smile down on her. “I’ll share one back. My favorite meal is still the calamari at the Elfsong, though it was more delicious four centuries ago before…” he trailed off, that all too familiar veil of his shadowed past closing over him again. “Before I became a slave and spawn, before I lost the thrill that came with feeling truly alive and sought to reclaim all the appetites and arousals of man after my Ascension.”

Those memories closed in again, the ones he had kept so carefully guarded and locked away, tighter and tighter as the years passed. As each one of his old companions fell to the dust.

A cool hand cupped his face, and Lumina’s own scarlet eyes blinked up at him. So many silent questions swirled behind their sparkling depths. But she knew better than to push and pry, as if she felt the weight of his suffering. Maybe she did. Maybe she knew more of how to use their mating bond than he gave her credit for. She was clever, well-read, and reckless, he mused as he clasped her hand from his face to kiss it. “There is so much of you I feel as if I already know, my little light,” he whispered. “Barring a few secrets, I sometimes feel as if I’ve known you for centuries as if… you were from …”

The words die in his mouth. Another time. As if you were from that time, of fighting the Absolute and making camp in the Wilds and slaying Cazador and…

“Like calls to like, my Lord,” she whispered. “I often feel the same. If anything, I wish my story had been yours. Vengeance and freedom, independence and friendship. The grand heroics of it all…” She sighed wistfully, looking into the rose garden beyond the wall.

“Tch,” he schooled his face into that proper seductive smirk. “I was no hero, only a Rogue.”

Lumina gave him a wry smile, slipping back towards the palace, where a parade of musicians entered into the grand doors. “Even a Rogue can have valor,” she teased. “I know so, or else you wouldn’t have been a hero of Baldurian legend. Great as Balduran himself.”

That made Astarion snort and chuckle all at once. “Oh, my dear, you have no idea,” he tried to purr, too many deep-chested giggles in his words to sound seductive.

Running a hair through his mussy, long hair, he offered Lumina his arm. “If the minstrels are here, then it’s almost time to present the rarest jewel in my collection, my greatest treasure and Bride, the Lady Lumina.” He dipped a gallant bow, the likes of which Lumina had only read about in her books. Even as her dead heart leaped at the sight, she placed her hand, his warm fingers curling around it as he straightened. “Let’s get you pampered and perfected, my love. You’ll shine even greater at this celebration than ever you did as my spawn. A true light among the dullards of my other creations…”

As they passed the entryway to the cellars… the dormitory of ‘those other creations,’ Lumina chewed her lip. Morana’s warning still echoed in her thoughts. That strange sense of betrayal, or a need for justice, it made her stomach churn and not from hunger. “My Lord, surely your spawn will not be in attendance to… entertain… as we have in the past?”

“Do not ingratiate yourself with them,” he growled, replying without even turning his head. “They are beneath you, my dear. Beneath me. But they serve their purpose as they have for centuries.” Crimson eyes glanced down in the briefest flicker, catching the look of unease… indignant unease on Lumina’s pale face. “It is tradition, expected at my soirées. And my soirées are nothing short of pure hedonism at its finest.”

A chill wafted up her spine as they passed the entrance to the cellars, and it was as if Lumina could feel the heat of a dozen red eyes boring into her, unseen in the darkness.

“Perhaps, my Lord would prefer to merely have the others attend as guests…”

The speed with which his head snapped was preternaturally. “What?” He bit, half bark, half snarl. And all indignant.

Lumina swallowed the lump in her throat as she met his furious gaze.

“Darling,” he purred, that rumble laced with danger, “my spawn want for nothing. They are well fed, protected, and many escaped lives of torment or illness for an eternity of carefree existence under my care. But let me be very… clear. They are still my spawn, and I will do as I please.” Crimson eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. “Is that understood, my beauty?”

Lumina’s gaze dropped, “Yes, Master.” That reply, so common for her full and smiling lips, this time it was laced with a venom Astarion didn’t know she possessed.

It made him draw up short, mid-stride as he was about to continue up to their chambers. “Lumina…” he purred his warning, his face softening into the now more familiar look of openness. “Come here,” he breathed, pulling her into his embrace.

Her face pressed against the elegant stitching of his jacket, and every breath she took was saturated with that cologne of rosemary, bergamot and brandy, that scent she could almost taste, even as a vampire. His voice was hypnotic, filling her mind and ears all at once. “Oh, my little light, let’s not bicker on your special day. Do not fret, my love, about the others. They are my concern, and I’ll ensure you’re well protected from all their spite or jealousy, if Morana is any indication of their tidings. I’ll allow them to feast at will tonight, to do as they please. That should smooth things over nicely.”

He chortled to himself, pulling back and lifting Lumina’s chin by the tip of his finger. “And you, my love, my bride, my darling, you’re going to look radiant sitting on my lap and dancing in my arms alone.”

Fortunately for her, she didn’t need to breathe as Lumina froze. Her eyes fluttered closed quicker than the walls of her pussy as they clenched around nothing. Her lips pursed, longing for his, for the slow, torturous kiss he worked against her mouth. Those warm, familiar fingers clawed under her chin, extending to wrap around her throat, his palm feeling the needy whine that escaped from her mouth. A rolling chuckle tickled her lips as he ran his tongue across her seam, delving in to taste her.

“My love,” he growled, exploring deeper. Lumina’s head spun, her hands gripping into his arms just to keep her feet under her. The slice of his fang into her bottom lip, the coppery taste of her own blood sent her own hunger at a raging pace. “Easy, my light,” he hissed, the briefest of giggles in his throat as he pulled back. The trail of blood from the corner of his mouth called to her, beckoned her to lick it clean.

Astarion let out his own growl of need as her cool tongue bathed the mess. Just one swipe and he smiled down on her. “Careful, unless you want me to gobble you up before the party instead of after the festivities,” he crooned, his tongue darting out to lick his lips clean of her taste.

Lumina backed up a step, willing her body to slide away from the warm, sinewy frame she was so addicted to. “Of course, my Lord,” she whispered, forcing her voice quiet to hide the way she trembled for him.

Not that she could conceal her lust, her affection. They reverberated down their bond, and it thrilled Astarion to the core. Back in his chambers, he let her ready herself with her maids, the door between their rooms open so he could savour the soft sounds of her movements, the little giggles she made as she dressed and had her hair done up.

His heart had beat for centuries already, but those small noises of companionship, the feeling of her presence entwined in his mind….

For the first time in his ancient memory, he let out a contented sigh. He hadn’t felt this warm and happy since… well, since those days. His plush lips turned in a wistful smile as he looked into the mirror on his wall, his steady, dexterous hands rimming his eyes in kohl as he loved to for such celebrations.

If only they all could see him now, perhaps they would be proud. Well, as close to proud as they felt for him and his eccentricities and selfish tendencies. But, he couldn’t help but imagine the soft smile on Halsin’s scarred face to hear he found a companion, the eye roll that Shadowheart would give him as she congratulated him all tongue-in-cheek for his efforts. Wyll would clap him warmly on the back; Gale would enter into some lengthy diatribe, waxing poetically about love and all that nonsense. A dismissive T’chk from Lae’zel and a flesh-burning hug from Karach…

Astarion lost himself for a moment, not hearing Lumina enter until she pressed a hand to his arm.

Then he slowly opened his eyes, meeting her reflection in his mirror. One more gift he bestowed on her as his Bride, all the powers and love of the Ascendant at her disposal. “Little love,” he purred, “whatever could be the matter?”

Lumina bit her lip. “Perhaps, my Lord, this is not the best of times, but you asked after my… secrets earlier.”

He gave a warm half smile, wrapping one arm around her little waist. “I’m all pointy ears, love. Tell me… divulge your secrets to your love.”

Now, she chewed her lip, her single fang jutting out just a little as she worried. “When I was… collected by your servants… I left behind a most wretched life. It was… not unlike your own from before…”

Astarion inhaled sharply, those perfect nostrils flaring on his perfect, aquiline nose. But he kept himself silent, acutely aware of the moment and her own festering anxiety.

“I was kept… indentured by contract to Mr. Tanner and his emporium in the Lower City.” Her voice was quiet, her face crestfallen, as she bared her vulnerable soul to him. “He would sell all manner of things… even… me.” Her hand gripped harder into his arm, eyes closing. And then she felt the warm breadth of his hand cover hers. She found her courage and her breath. “Life was hell and he was my devil,” she hissed.

Astarion squeezed her hand. “And now, my lady, you have a saviour, a lord and master to spoil you as you deserve.” He purred, raising her hand to his smiling lips, caressing her cool, smooth knuckles. “Do not fret, my darling. I’ll protect you. With me, you’ll be flourishing… for I am with you always. I will be watching,” he looked down at her, eyes wide and wet and doting. His deep, silken voice purred into her mind. “I am always watching. You’re safe now, my sweet.”

A placating smile on her berry-red lips, and Lumina let the matter go, letting his hand go as well. But her mind whirred with rage, with an unsated hunger…. She would have blood. Not for her eternal thirst, but for revenge.

😘😘 to @nyx-knox for her reading of the drama (literally)

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Nightwolf x Menstruating Reader

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Naturally, Nightwolf wakes up a very decent time in the morning. No alarm is required.

Remembering that he took you out to camp with him in the beautiful forest, he turned his head to you.

You were awake, too! The odd thing is you don't usually wake up early as him.

"Good morning, Y/n." He smiles a little at you.

"Morning." You awkwardly utter.

An eyebrow raised. You were looking weirdly at him and at that you don't seem that comfortable.

"Did you sleep well?" The Matokan man checked. You had slight bags under your eyes, and at that, you were sitting up stiffly with your arms clutching against your stomach.

"Erm, not really. No." You were about ready to go home, but you didn't want to seem rude. It would make you feel bad.

"Is everything alright? You're tensed."

You looked away, not from total embarrassment, but it's just a really unexpected time. "I'm on my period. It's only been three weeks, however."

Nightwolf carried no expressive look. Not even surprise. Only understanding. "Okay. Did you pack any supplies?"

"I always do carry something in case, but I didn't bring any pain relievers." You informed before holding silent.

"...I am in so much pain. I can't even go back to sleep."

He sees it in your face. The man can really only sympathize.

Thinking for a bit, the strong warrior has an idea how to help you out a little. Being a man of nature, he knew some plants to relieve your sort of pain.

"Have you eaten anything?" Nightwolf asks.

"Not yet. I don't feel all that hungry." You shrugged. You watched him grab a bag and rummage through it, probably the one where the snacks were.

His face lightens up as he finds it, and presents it to you. "Granola bar? It's the one with chocolate chips." It's so sweet hearing his tone having a hint of cheerfulness to it.

Regardless, that man knew chocolate would tempt you no matter if you felt like your organs were being stabbed internally or not.

You accepted the ration with a quiet thanks to the gorgeous man. Opening the wrapper and eating slowly as he got ready to head out for some reason, you don't quite know yet.

"I'll be back in a short time. I'm going to get you something for your pain." He takes your hands in his.

It's an unsaid promise. All your faith is in him.

"Alright, dear. Be careful." He always is careful, but you wished him a safe brief journey anyway.

...

Nightwolf shortly ventures the green surroundings in search of a certain plant pictured in his mind.

Some small, bunched white flowers with a yellow center. Not daisies, but chamomile.

If Nightwolf can find those, he can take it back to the tent and mash them up to brew his own tea for you.

It's not a long quest as they're common in this forest, fortunately untouched by the harmful human activities.

...

You recognize his footsteps anywhere as he comes back from his quest. Shortly as he promised. You set down your unfinished breakfast to watch his shadow lazily as he starts another bonfire.

Nightwolf grabs his mortar and pestle to crush up the found herbs before dropping them in the pot filled with water. He places it carefully over the fire. Now, all that is left is to wait for it to start boiling.

A few minutes went by when you decided you want to go outside the tent and sit next to him. Taking a deep breath, you pushed yourself out your sleeping bag and wobbled out to sit beside him. Pained grunts were let out as you pushed yourself to move.

"What are you making?" You eyed the boiling pot of water and what seemed like crushed flower bits inside. You lay up against him as you both watched the bubbles boil.

"Chamomile tea. This is how we make them usually instead of what's at the house."

"Ohhh," You nodded in understanding. Seemed a whole lot traditional than those k cups you favored. (I use those who tryna fight)

Grey Cloud gets a small jar ready. "This is raw honey." He states. "Just something to sweeten up your tea."

The pot boiled long enough. Nightwolf gets a small bowl that you can just sip out of and tilts the pot carefully so that some of the tea pours in it.

Then he adds the sticky sweetener and stirs a bit before finally handing it to you.

You take it with both hands. After waiting for it to cool some, you took the first sip. It's not what you're used to but it's pretty good. Even better because of who made it. You took more sips from it.

Loving brown eyes watched you enjoy the warm cure. Nightwolf smiles without realizing he was staring at you dreamily. Not until you looked at him.

"Thank you so much. I feel a little better." You tell him. The cramps didn't fully go away, but at least they were becoming more bearable.

"Anything for you." Nightwolf replies.

Setting the bowl down, you cuddle up against him again. A strong arm holds you close as he accepts your physical affection.

You could get used to spending time outdoors with this man when you're not your best.

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Chapter 4: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫?

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Summary: finally your date with Bucky!

Warnings: no one I think

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It's Saturday, the day of your date with Bucky. The night before, after he brought you home, you didn't sleep a wink. Thoughts about how to dress and what you will do kept filling your mind. Now it's early in the morning, and you're drinking a cup of coffee to wake you up. You need some female help, so you call Megan to assist you; you haven't dated anyone in too long, and you want to be perfect for him.

Megan barges into your house with her bag full of makeup, ready to give you advice on men, and you can't help but feel grateful. She searches your entire closet, looking for a cute dress, but the only one she thinks is decent is a short, fitted dress. No, you wouldn't wear that dress. Megan looks at you in disbelief; she thinks you look hot dressed like that, but that's not what you want.

"He sees me dressed provocatively every day. For once, I want him to see me simply as I am," you confess with a shy smile. The fear that he approached you just for your body scares you. Megan understands and recommends a simple dress with a delicate elegance. You find it perfect. Your body isn't on display too much, but it still shows off how gorgeous you are. That dress takes attention away from your gorgeous body and highlights your beautiful face. Bucky will appreciate it without a doubt. Especially because he loves your face, your smile, and how your eyes shine when you see him. He would like your face to always be focused on him.

She helps you put on your makeup and fix your hair, then leaves you alone, telling you she has an important and urgent commitment.

“If things go wrong, call me and I'll bring you your favorite ice cream, and we'll watch one of those super romantic movies, so romantic they make you throw up rainbows, and we'll think of some plan to make him regret it. Is that okay?" You giggle at her proposal and, after thanking her, you give her a warm hug before letting her go. Even though you've known each other for less than a year, she's the kind of person you've always needed. When your doorbell rings, you are anxious and almost on the verge of pretending to be dead. 'If the date goes badly, how could I look at his face again? ' you think as you approach the door.

Bucky didn't sleep a wink thinking about your date either. He's afraid that as you get to know him better, you'll understand there's a monster inside him. But seeing how happy you were when he asked you on a date, he certainly couldn't disappoint you. He would never forgive himself. As he approached your door, he was almost unsure whether to knock or not and was almost on the verge of walking away and disappearing forever. He hasn't had a date in years! He takes courage and rings your doorbell, and when he sees you in that dress, he is transfixed by your beauty. Seeing you in a tight uniform every day can't compare to seeing you dressed like that. He's not bad either; for the occasion, he dressed elegantly just for you. He has elegant trousers tightened with a black belt and a narrow white shirt. It's not cold enough to put his jacket on, and he doesn't like ties, at least not anymore. You hold your breath seeing him look so cool, and you almost feel guilty for admiring so much beauty all at once. You spend a good minute looking at each other, and Bucky breaks the silence.

"You're beautiful," he says in a small, hoarse, and sensual voice, handing you a red rose.

"You too," you reply awkwardly. He bows to you and asks for your hand. You take it, giggling.

You discover that he didn't organize anything in particular; he just wanted to spend time in your company without your clients hovering around you. Going to a bar was out of the question, but you discover there's a festival just a few meters from your house. You walk there, and your hands touch but you don't hold them. You're too embarrassed to do it. As you walk, you talk calmly and laugh together. Being with him fills your stomach with butterflies and makes you feel like a little girl. He seems so interested in you and does everything to make you laugh so he can see your beautiful lips curl up.

Before arriving at the festival, you make a few intermediate stops. First, at a booth where they take Polaroid photos so you can have a memory. You take three photos: one funny, one cute, and one "serious." Only he looks serious; you burst into a loud laugh.

“Look how cute you are in this photo!" he tells you, pointing his finger at one of your photos together, and you blush: "It's not fair! You're beautiful in all of them," you complain, and he chuckles. "It's the charm of mystery," he replies, and you nod in agreement.

Afterwards, you stop at a supermarket. Eating at the festival was out of the question; other things besides cotton candy cost too much, so you decide to buy some sandwiches to eat during the remaining journey.

“I consider myself a gallant man, but spending half my salary to make you eat rubbish, I'll save it to give you a nice gift in the future," he tells you, biting into his sandwich. "Then these are better!" he exclaims. It seems like he's never eaten anything better in his life.

"I could have offered,"

"I wouldn't let you; I invited you, so it's on me,"

"What if I had invited you?"

"I would offer anyway,"

"Because you're a man?"

"No, because you forgot your bag at home." Only now do you realize that you didn't bring your bag with you; you spent half an hour choosing the perfect one and then forgot it! As soon as he realizes that you've just noticed, he bursts into loud laughter, and you punch his metal arm to make him stop.

Your lips get dirty with sauce, and he wipes it off with the pad of his thumb, then licks it off his finger.

“Good,” he whispers, and you blush. 'We just indirectly kissed,' you think, feeling your cheeks on fire, and you stop composing any meaningful sentences.

“Did I mention I love it when you react like that?” he asks in a whisper, and a similar memory lights up in your mind.

"How?" you ask, still in a trance.

"When, after a gesture from me, you stop thinking and moving, you stay with your beautiful mouth open in a small and adorable 'o' and look at me as... as if I were someone who deserves your attention," he replies, and you are surprised by his observation skills. You blush and take his hand. He looks at you surprised and smiles at your gesture, holding your hand tightly as you walk, swinging your arms together like two children.

Once you arrive, Bucky immediately offers you cotton candy. There are countless colored lights and many rides full of children and adults. Everywhere you turn, there are groups of people talking and paying no attention to you. There's 80s music playing very loudly, so you have to scream to hear each other. You notice that Bucky doesn't feel comfortable with all these people, so you squeeze his hand tighter and look him straight in the eyes to spread courage. Together, you look at the rides, searching for one to have fun together. Some are scary to you, some are scary to Bucky, but he wouldn't admit it until you both decide to ride the Ferris wheel. Seeing the sunset from above would be magical. You line up, and when it's your turn, a man stops you.

“You…” he begins, pointing at Bucky. You don't understand what he might want from him, so you cling to his arm to comfort him. Bucky is agitated. His look doesn't show it, but he is absolutely agitated.

"You are the Winter Soldier!" the man exclaims, and Bucky's fears all come out. The man looks at him fearfully, and you don't understand what he means. The Winter Soldier is just an urban legend to you; how can anyone believe he exists? You also don't think Bucky is capable of killing. Bucky looks at you and notices your confusion as rumors that the Winter Soldier is right there spread among those present.

"Y/N, I have to go. Sorry," Bucky tells you. Breaking away from your hold, he walks away and leaves you there, alone and confused. Is the man you love really the legendary Winter Soldier?

Once you get home, you fall into bed. You're sad; everything was going so well with Bucky before he was forced to leave. You can't believe he's a monster. You don't want to believe it. He is a good man; inside, you know he is sweet and needs someone to stay by his side and not let him get hurt. However, you start to connect all the pieces. Is this why he is so mysterious? You need to talk to him, but you don't know how. You've never exchanged phone numbers and have never seen him with a cell phone, so it never occurred to you to ask him. All you have to do is wait for Monday, when you go back to work.

You hear the doorbell ring, and as soon as you see Megan with two jars of ice cream and a bag containing some DVDs with her favorite films, you can't help but hug her. You told her that Bucky had to leave without telling her why, and she assumed he was just an asshole.

"You don't know much about the Winter Soldier, do you? And I'm sure the others don't know more than you either," she tells you, and you nod.

Megan tells you what HYDRA did to Bucky and how they manipulated his mind to make him a ruthless killer. You listen to her while eating large spoonfuls of your ice cream. She tells you that there is a lot of information online about the "Winter Soldier," and she, being very curious, read all the articles she found and discovered his tragic story. 'If all this information is public knowledge, why hasn't anyone defended Bucky?' you think. You wish Bucky had told you, but you recognize that it really is a huge burden. A burden too great for one person alone.

“I have to go see him,” you tell Megan, standing up mid-movie.

"Don't be reckless; how do you think you'll find him? You don't have a number or a home address," your friend scolds you, but you're not going to give up so easily. You grab your phone and call your employer. Bucky works there; he must have definitely given some of his data to that man. Even though dinner time has passed a few hours ago, he replies to you.

"I'm sorry, but I can't give you the data you ask for; it would be a violation of privacy," and here you put your plan into action.

"It's urgent! I'm pregnant with him, and I need to tell him right away! I can't wait until Monday, please." Megan looks at you and giggles as you send her a wink.

"Oh God, congratulations! If you put it on this level..." you knew that your employer could not let these things slide, and in order not to stop the love of two young people, he would be willing to break some small privacy law. You write down Bucky's number and home address in a notebook, and before hanging up the call, you thank your employer from the bottom of your heart.

“Now you really have to get knocked up,” Megan teases as you put your cardigan on over your pajamas. No time to change!

"Stay as long as you want; make yourself at home," you reply and close the door behind you.

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Wolfstar Microfic - Cox

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Remus burrowed beneath the blanket and winced as pain shot through his hip. He could just about hear his laptop, hopefully, he’d be able to nap and somehow wake up magically cured. He huffed out a dry laugh at the thought. Yeah, and then the winning lottery ticket would float into his room through the open window, and he’d finally find someone to publish his book, and Sirius would confess his undying love.

Sure.

When he awoke there was a steaming cup of tea and a bottle of water next to him, with his pillbox beside it. He tipped the pills into his mouth, downed the water and tried to stay awake long enough for the tea to cool, but didn’t quite manage it. When he next woke up, the tea was cold, and Disney Plus had the nerve to ask him if he was still watching. What else would he be doing?

As he sat up slowly, his bedroom door inched open and Sirius poked his head inside.

“Oh, you’re awake.” He said, and Remus swore his cheeks flushed slightly. “Would you like more tea?” Remus nodded, and Sirius came in and grabbed his mug before retreating to the kitchen. When he returned, Remus was half propped up on his mountain of pillows. “You don’t look comfy.”

“I’m not comfy.”

“Can you sit up?” He asked, setting down the tea. Remus sat up reluctantly and Sirius leaned over him to fluff up the pillows and rearrange them. Remus tried his best not to lean in to better inhale the scent of Sirius’ lavender conditioner. “There you go.”

He leaned back and found himself much better supported. “Thank you.” He smiled weakly, “And thanks for the tea and the pills.”

“No problem.” Sirius perched on the edge of his bed. “Is there anything else you need? Food? Chocolate? Company?”

Remus mulled this over for a moment. “Chocolate and company sound good, as long as you don’t mind watching Scrubs.”

“Sounds good to me, Moons.” Sirius patted him on the arm as he stood to go and get the secret chocolate that Remus kept behind the juice in the fridge.

Once they got settled and Sirius got up to press play and then got resettled, Remus felt calmer. Yes his joints ached and his bones felt like lead, but if his body had to feel like this, it was much nicer to be spending the time with Sirius, in his bed, with chocolate, listening to Dr Cox rant.

He used to shut people out when he got flare-ups. He’d felt like he was a burden and he didn’t want to bother people with his issues. James, Lily and Sirius had held a mini intervention, complete with a hysterical PowerPoint presentation about why they wanted to help him on bad days, and good days too, apparently.

“If we were in Scrubs, you’d be Dr Cox,” Sirius said after a while.

“You and James would be JD and Turk.” He replied, “Would that make Lily, Carla?”

They both laughed, Remus, clutching at his ribs. Sirius frowned.

“Don’t laugh if it hurts!”

“Don’t say funny shit to me then!” He shot back with a grin. “It’s fine, it’s nothing compared to the rest of it. I can cope with achy ribs.”

“What hurts?” Sirius turned so he was on his side, facing Remus.

“Hips and knees mostly. Also, my left wrist keeps doing a weird tingle.” He shrugged, angling himself towards Sirius, but not quite rolling over, for the sake of his hips. Sirius was still frowning at him. “Hey, it’ll pass.” He reached out and touched Sirius’ arm. “I’ll be fine in a day or two. Maybe even tomorrow.”

“You slept through two cups of tea earlier,” Sirius said quietly. “That’s concerning.”

“I take sleep whenever I can get it when my body hurts like this. It’s good, it helps me recover.” He looked at Sirius’ face, “Are you worried?” He nodded, “What about?”

“Just… you.” He mumbled, “I just wish there was something I could do to actually help.”

“You don’t think bringing me tea, pills and chocolate and then curling up in bed with me to watch 2000s sitcoms counts as actually helping?” He squeezed Sirius’ arm gently and paused as Sirius’ eyes flicked down to where his hand was resting. “Pads, you’re such a massive help. I appreciate you so much.”

“Shouldn’t I be the one reassuring you?” Sirius huffed, “Sorry, I didn’t mean—”

“I know it’s frustrating, or concerning, or whatever.” He traced his thumb over Sirius’ forearm. “But it is what it is. Unless you’ve become a wildly rich and determined doctor overnight, you’re doing everything you can.”

Sirius nodded eventually. “Thanks. Sorry for making your illness about me.”

“It’s a nice change from it being about me.” Remus smiled over at him, “I really do appreciate you.”

“I love you.” Sirius’ eyes were wide as he realised what he’d said. “I mean— I—” He sighed, “No, I mean, I love you.”

Remus stared at him before a grin broke across his features, “Yeah?” Sirius nodded, looking anywhere but Remus’ face. “I love you too.”

Sirius’ eyes were on his and the intensity in them made his stomach somersault. “You do?”

“Uh, yeah.” Remus moved his hand up to the side of Sirius’ neck and ran his thumb along Sirius’ jaw. “Two things though. One. If you want to kiss me, you’ll have to come over here, I love you but I love my hips more. And two. Could you check the window for me? I’m expecting a lottery ticket anytime now.”