#little/big seraphina

[rocksandrobots]

Mermay Week Day 2: Pearl

Spoilers for Season 4 Under the Cut

Varian hated wishes.

Wishes, especially ones that came true, were too much like magic for his liking. And magic always brought trouble.

It certainly brought trouble to this little undersea grotto.

Five different kingdoms were fighting over the priceless Mariner's Pearl. An ancient artifact that was supposed to grant the owner's deepest desire.

Sea monster, mermaid, and human alike fought tirelessly as each group chased the other around the cavern, and under the water, to grab hold of the priceless pearl.

Varian didn't know which outcome would be the least disastrous.

The Saporians would no doubt wish for the subjection of Corona and its populace, and he'd seen enough of Andrew's rule to realize what that would entail. Even with Cassie supposedly in charge now, he still didn't know if the woman could be trusted with her violent temper.

As for the kingdom of Corona, well its princess was at least less vengeful than her former best friend. But Rapunzel was also an idiot, and she was liable to wish for something well meaning but stupid that would backfire horribly... Like 'world peace' that turned everyone into zombified drones with fake smiles permanently plastered on their faces.

No that wouldn't do at all.

Then there were the three ocean kingdoms to contend with.

The Atlanteans and the Sharkanias hated each other, and each would destroy the other if given the chance. While the Vodniks were supposed to be a mediating party who had agreed to keep the pearl locked away in order to maintain peace. Yet this was the third time they had failed to prevent the jewel from being stolen right out from under their noses... by the same person no less!

As for Hookfoot's girlfriend, Varian had no idea what she wanted. Seraphina had seemed sincere about wanting to redeem herself, and yet she had been the one to cause this mess to begin with.

Varian shook his head as he watched the chaos around him unfold. There was no other option. He would have to destroy the pearl himself and prevent anyone from using it.

That was easier said than done however. 

For starters, being magic, it wasn't as simple as dissolving the item in vinegar. The molecular structure of the thing was probably different to that of a normal pearl. Secondly, he would have to obtain the jewel before anyone else did, and right now it was a battlefield out there.

He took a deep breath, waited for his chance, and then darted out from under the outcropping he had been hiding under. He slammed into a poor Vodnik who had just picked up his prize and they both went rolling into the water.

Twenty others dived in right after them. Some naturally better swimmers than others.

Varian found himself racing neck to neck with Urichin; the Atlantean he had befriended earlier in the tunnels. He didn't seem like a bad person either, but his loyalties obviously lied with his own king and country.

The fair haired merman shot Varian a smug smile of satisfaction and then flew ahead easily with a short burst of speed. While Varian had to remind himself not to gasp while underwater.

He was a fool to think he could outswim a fish. Yet no sooner did Urchin reach the pearl, then so did Seraphina and the two of them went twirling in circles, trying to yank the precious stone out of the other's hands.

Varian's lungs burned.

He needed to think of something fast.

In a blind panic he ripped a chimball off of his belt and squeezed it till it busted open. The sea grew dark as black smoke poured from it.

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Varian broke the surface with a heaving gulp of air.

The other combatants soon followed, human and sea creature alike. Each coughing and sputtering from the now tainted water.

 Varian ignored them. He pulled himself up onto the ground of the cave, clutching the pearl tightly.

He'd won, but what was he to do now?

He stood up on shaky legs and desperately hunted for a chimball that might help. An acid or a bomb or...

Oh how he wished Honey Lemon was here. She'd know what to use.

No sooner did the thought cross his mind than the pearl in his hand started to glow. 

He barely had time to comprehend his mistake before a portal began to open up before him, and he saw the silhouette of a lithe figure floating in the middle of the blue. 

The figure became ever more distinct as the portal grew ever larger. Long limbs, flowing red hair, soft lips… Varian felt sick. 

How long had it been since he'd last seen her? Heard her laugh? Held her?

Instinctively he held out his arms to catch her. 

He had given up hope of ever returning to San Fransokyo. Given up hope of seeing his loved ones again. Given up hope of ever kissing his beloved Honey once more. 

His heart raced as he stepped closer to the portal. 

And now she was coming here! Soon they would be together. One minute more- 

Varian stopped.

She was coming here! 

She was going to be trapped in this world of magic and nightmares with him! 

His heart leapt into his throat. 

That was the last thing he wanted. She wouldn't be safe here. She'd be separated from her family and friends. She'd miss out on her future… 

He stood there; torn with indecision. Every fiber of his being desired nothing more than to hold her close, but the rational part of his brain was screaming at him to close the portal. To keep her safe. 

The choice was made for him when a Saporian staff knocked the pearl out of his hand. 

The portal disappeared as he clutched his now sore arm and the battle for the wish granting artifact resumed. 

He cursed under his breath, mentally kicking himself for being so weak. He'd missed his opportunity to destroy the pearl and lost his love yet again. 

With a hiss he unhooked another chimball from his belt and ran back into the fray. He wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. 

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From above the battlefield, unseen by the warring soldiers, the demon that was always watching smiled knowingly.

[slytherinboysappreciation]

Mattheo/Theodore x m reader

Straight boy mattheo who's getting with the prettiest girl in his house but he doesn't wanna be a total loser at kissing yk? So what's better than making you, his best bro, practice with him?

Obviously, with some trepidation, you do it and he loves it so much he chases after your lips even after you move away to critique him (imagine sitting on a couch w him and you move away from his lips to talk about what he does wrong but all he does is push you shoulders back until your back is flush with the couch just so he could keep kissing you)

Anyway, this slowly escalates into him getting a boner and rubbing it on your groin, begging you to "help me out bro"

Then after a week of practicing he gets with his dream girl and the kissing was a success, so was the blowjob she gave him! But he accidentally said your name while doing it and he blew it!

(Op you can choose how this ends)

Kissing - M.R. x male!Reader

A/N: Hehe this was fun to write. Difficult, but so much fun. I really really hope the smut is good 😬 The fix is unedited with no use of Y/N. If the ending seems a little weird, I’m sorry. I was really tired when I wrote it

This is the start of Mattheo’s bi awakening. Why? Because I said so

Fic does contain smut so NO MINORS!!

CW: Smut!!!; begging; Mattheo’s puppy eyes; Reader is in love with Mattheo; mentions of kissing; female oc; kissing; lots of kissing; making out; explicit sexual content; swearing; public sex; grinding; more begging; handjobs; cum; brief sweet moment; somewhat interrupted sex, I guess?; sex jokes; vague descriptions of blowjobs; several uses of the word ‘gay’; Mattheo doesn’t understand his feelings; Matty is a horny boy; mildly ambiguous ending; this takes place in Mattheo and Reader’s seventh year of school, so they’re both of age!!

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“C’mon, mate,” Mattheo begs, pulling you yet again from your homework. “It’s for a good cause!”

You look up, mildly annoyed.

The two of you are in the empty Slytherin common room, the last students there for the night. Everyone else is either sleeping or out partying.

It’s just the two of you, and Mattheo is set on annoying you.

He’s your best friend; your other half, so to speak. It’s been this way for almost seven years. He’s the yin to your yang, the fire to your calm.

Which he’s disrupting pretty majorly right now.

You exhale slowly, putting down your quill. “Just ask Pansy. Or Daphne. They’re good kissers, right?”

Mattheo groans and leans into you, giving you his best puppy eyes. The ones you can never say no to. “Please? I don’t trust them like I trust you. You won’t make fun of me or hold it over me like they will.”

He’s getting vulnerable, which means he’s being serious. Damn him.

You sigh and force yourself to look away. “Matty…”

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear! Besides, it’s not like, you know, we’re in love or anything. It’s just a kiss or two.”

And that is the entire problem. Because you are very much in love with him.

You’ve been pining after him since second year. Practically ever since you became friends. You’ve been head over heels for him, utterly and truly in love.

And he has no idea.

Which is why to him, asking you for kissing practice isn’t a big deal.

It’s all Seraphina Selwyn’s fault. She’s undeniably the prettiest Slytherin in your year, if not the whole school.

And out of all the boys she decided she wanted to have, she had to pick yours.

Her and Mattheo have been flirting for months. And she’s finally started to show signs that she’s ready for him to make a move.

He’s been giddy about it since it happened, gushing about it every time he’s alone with you. It just makes you feel sick.

But you can’t let him down, especially not when he’s giving you those oh so sad puppy eyes you can’t resist.

With a sigh, you nod. “Fine. But only a few kisses. Wouldn’t want anyone spreading any rumors about us.”

It hurts to say. But you can’t let him know.

Mattheo grins and scoots closer. “Alright! Teach me how to kiss, oh wise one.”

You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. He’s so dorky sometimes. “Just… come here.”

You reach out and gently guide his head to yours. You pause for a moment, mouth right above his.

Are you really going to do this?

To your surprise, it’s Mattheo who leans the rest of the way in. He presses his mouth to yours in a clumsy kiss.

It feels like sparks go down your spine. You shiver, eyes closing.

Mattheo kisses you like he’s hungry, like your mouth is a feast and he’s ravenous for it. He’s clumsy and eager, but has enough common sense to not try and shove his tongue down your throat.

You try to slow the kiss down. To show him how to move his mouth and such. It works… sort of.

After several kisses, you try and pull back. Not far, but just enough so you can give him some advice.

He chases after you. Leaning further into you in order to press his lips to yours again.

“Matty—“

He pushes your shoulders back, pressing you back against the arm of the couch. And you?

Your entire body lights up with sparks as he slides partway onto your lap. You can feel your dick twitch underneath him and for a moment you panic. He’s gonna feel you!

But Mattheo only moans softly and continues kissing you. He shifts his position on your lap, resting his hands on your chest for support.

You melt into the kiss, letting your lips part and your body relax. You can’t help it. This could be your only chance ever to kiss Mattheo; and if he’s into it, you’re not gonna complain.

Mattheo’s tongue slips into your mouth and you forget why you ever wanted to pull away in the first place.

The two of you make out for what feels like hours. Just mouth pressed to mouth, tongues gliding together. You pull back a couple times to breathe, and Mattheo always chases your mouth with his.

It’s hot. Painfully so. You’re made aware of your hard-on every time Mattheo shifts in your lap.

You know he can feel it. You brace yourself, preparing for the moment he mentions it. But he seems too caught up in kissing you to care.

He shifts again and makes a small noise. An almost groaning sound. You feel yourself throb when you realize he’s just as hard as you.

His cock, pressed right alongside yours.

He groans again and grinds his dick against yours. “Fuck, you feel so good…!”

You moan, giving a little thrust up against his hips. “Matty…”

He captures your mouth with his, taking the chance to lick against your tongue again. You melt into the kiss once more, unable to help yourself.

The two of you make out with more passion now, grinding against each other.

Mattheo’s movements start to get more desperate. More hungry. He’s practically humping your dick, panting and moaning into your mouth.

“Please,” he finally begs. “I need you.”

You bite down a groan, struggling to think straight. You shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t.

“Please? Just this once, I swear!” He’s giving you his puppy eyes again. “Help me out, just this once?”

You can’t help it. He’s so hot and you’re so weak to his puppy eyes.

“Alright. But only this once.”

You fumble with his belt, clumsily working with one hand to undo it. When you finally manage to slip your hand into his pants, Mattheo whines.

You close your hand around his dick, giving him as good of a stroke as you can within the confines of his clothes. He groans and presses into your touch, his dick twitching and throbbing under your hand.

You shift and squirm a bit until you manage to free him, finally able to stroke him like you’re wanting.

Mattheo moans like a porn star, thrusting into your hand eagerly. Greedily. He’s practically jerking himself off with your hand.

And you love it.

You match his pace, shifting your grip every now and then until you find what makes his hips stutter.

“I can’t—“ He sounds absolutely wrecked. “I’m gonna—“

“Come on,” you groan, your dick a weeping mess at the sight. “Cum for me, Matty.”

Mattheo thrusts into your hand once, twice, and cums. Hot sticky ropes of white paint your shirt and pants.

It’s too hot for you to even be upset.

“Merlin, Matty,” you breathe. “That was hot.”

He drops his forehead against your shoulder and pants out a laugh. For a moment, he just basks in your presence. Nuzzling against your neck like he’s gonna say something soft.

Then the sound of faint laughter breaks the spell. People are coming.

You hastily mutter a cleaning charm while Mattheo frantically tucks himself away. You both know you can’t deal with any rumors about the two of you being together.

By the time the drunken partygoers spill into the common room, the two of you are sitting up on the couch again. No evidence of what transpired at all.

Except for maybe your still hard dick, which you use your notebook to hide. You’ll take care of it later.

As people slowly head off to bed, you start to gather your things. Mattheo grabs your arm before you can leave.

“Can—“ He falters for a moment. “Same time tomorrow? I need more practice still.”

You hesitate. But only for a moment. “Sure. We can meet up in my dorm. It’ll be empty then.”

Mattheo nods, acting for all the world like you two are talking about a homework study session. You can see the gleam in his eyes though. He’s just as excited as you.

You head off to bed with your heart pounding. You and Mattheo. Kissing practice tomorrow.

You have no doubts what it’ll turn into again. And oh Merlin, are you looking forward to it.

One week later

“I blew it!” Mattheo barges into your room without knocking, startling you.

“Blew what? Who did you blow?” You sit up, curious and confused.

“Not who.” He rolls his eyes, unable to help a tiny smirk, even in his distress. “It. My relationship.”

“Oh.” That makes more sense. “With Selwyn? What did you do?”

He groans and slumps to the floor, sitting at the base of your bed. “So everything’s going great, right? The mood is there, the kissing’s fantastic; we’re getting it on, you know?”

You nod, listening intently.

“And then she goes to blow me, which is, you know, pretty awesome.”

Mattheo covers his face, clearly embarrassed by the next words he says. “And I fuckin’ say your name!”

You blink. Once. Twice. “What?”

“I say your fucking name in the middle of getting a blowjob!” He groans and lowers his head in shame. “It just slipped out. You know, coz of all our practice.”

Ah, yes. You’d given him several enthusiastic blowjobs during your week of ‘kissing practice’.

“Huh.” You lean back on your hands a bit, thinking. “So, did she break up with you?”

“No,” he groans. “But now she’s convinced I’m gay, and I don’t know what to do.”

You try really hard not to laugh. Of course she’d think that. Even when it was obviously not true. Mattheo was whipped for her. You were just an afterthought. Kissing practice.

“Well, is she still willing to date you?”

“Yes,” he grumbles. “But she’s as big of a gossip queen as anyone else. The whole school will soon think I’m in love with you. Which I’m not.”

You pat his shoulder consolingly. It hurts to hear him deny it, but you both know it’s true. Mattheo’s not in love with you, and will never be in love with—

“At least,” He suddenly looks doubtful. “I’m pretty sure I’m not.”

You blink. He’s… only pretty sure…?

“Saying your name during sex doesn’t mean I’m in love with you, right?”

You stare at him. “I think our kissing practice would sooner qualify.”

“Oh.” He relaxes. “Well, that doesn’t count at all. That’s just you helping me out, you know?”

“Yeah.” You nod slowly. “Right.”

“So that settles it then.” Mattheo nods. “I’m not gay. It was just an accident.”

You’re suddenly no longer sure. But you don’t say anything. He has a girlfriend now, for Merlin’s sake. You can’t crush their relationship off of doubt.

“Whatever you say.”

The two of you sit in silence for a while. Then Mattheo gets up. He stretches a bit, and glances down at you.

You can already see the gleam in his eye.

“Just out of curiosity, though…”

You sigh and pat the bed next to you.

Looks like your kissing practice isn’t over yet.

[readychilledwine]

Lollipop

Azriel x innocent Vanserra OC

Summary - after being silenced during the High Lord's meeting with her favorite candy. Seraphina finds herself the center of a certain shadowsingers attention

Warnings - implied smut, implied corruption kink, Beron being Beron (so mentions/signs of abuse), implied swapping, Nesta implying she'd go down on OC, age gap, messing with canon a little bit

A/N -I got bored and the whole corruption kink side of me came out. I also think I'm developing a Nesta kink, and it's probably going to get pretty smutty between her and an oc or reader here soon.... oooo or the valkyries x reader.... might have to do something for my girlies who love other girlies...

Part 2

Azriel was going to fucking faint.

Beron, in an effort to stop his daughter from continuing to egg on the Princess of the Summer court, had pulled out some form of an candy on a stick and put it in her mouth much to the laughter and delight of everyone around.

Now all the shadowsinger could do was watch out of the corners of his eyes as his mate sucked and licked on the candy innocently while reading the book Eris had brought for her.

Doing okay there, brother? Rhysand's purr in his mind before the High Lord looked over at the daughter of Autumn had Azriel suppressing a growl. Well, doesn't little Seraphina just look so pretty with her lips wrapped around something. 

Azriel shot him a glare before peeking over again. She had the candy so just the tip of it was in her mouth, lips wrapped perfectly around it. Cauldron fucking boil me. Rhysand sent him a wave of agreement as Feyre also looked over and smirked.

Feyre thinks the 3 of us should take her, and oh fuck-

Azriel and Rhys quickly snapped their eyes back to the meeting when the daughter of Autumn looked their way before looking at her older brother and tapping his shoulder.

Her breasts were on display, small hands delicating holding the stick of the candy as she leaned forward in the exquisite dress she was in to whisper in her older brother's ear.

The male heir of Autumn looked over to the Night Court glaring at the shadowsinger and the high lord. He growled softly before taking the candy from a clearly uncomfortable female.

"Excuse my interruption," Tamlin stopped talking as soon as Eris spoke and demanded the attention of the room, "Do you have something you'd like to say to my sister, Spymaster? You've been staring at her for the past 10 minutes." 

The room had gone silent. Tamlin leaned forward with a smirk, as did Tarquin and Thesan. The daughter of Autumn was an unspoken set boundary. No one looked at or touched Beron's girl, not even Amarantha. Too much power radiated in that small body. Power anyone would have given Beron their left arm to have access to. They just had to follow his rules to get the chance to play for her hand, and right now, Azriel's silence was risking his own family's shot at it.

Might want to say something there, brother. Az shot Rhysand a glare before clearing his throat and saying the one thing he knew he shouldn't. 

"How can I not stare at such a beautiful creature? Especially when your father so willing put something in her mouth for the entertainment of every male here?" Rhys froze and immediately sent a look Azriel's way. 

That wasn't what I had in mind. Being her mate does not promise you her hand, Az. Beron could sell her off before Eris gets the chance to bring her to us. Tread carefully. 

Beron laughed darkly before turning to the Night Court, "I didn't realize silencing my 55 year old daughter with candy would be such a problem for you, Azriel. No one else here seems to think anything of it. Must just be that Illyrian Bastard blood in you." The reminder of her young age was a slap in the face to the shadowsinger. A reminder that she hardly understood the world yet and that she had spent the majority of her life trapped in that mountain.

Azriel caught the way Seraphina's eyes shut slowly at her father's insults, "It's not a big deal, daddy. I-." Her father held a hand up to silence her. No one missed the flinch from the young girl. Helion, Azriel, Cassian, and Rhys all looked towards each other.

Helion was now staring at the young female too, his eyes softening at her fear. Beron glared at Helion before continuing, "If you continue to look at my daughter, you'll find yourself wingless, boy." 

Sera even knew that was too far. Azriel watched the way her chest stilled as she stared wide eyed at her father before switching her gaze to Helion who shook his head softly at her in warning. 

Rhysand growled this time, "Do not threaten MY family over your choice not to educate your daughter on sexual matters."

Sera was confused. How was a caramel apple sucker sexual? She made eye contact with the Spring lord, who simply motioned for her to come over to him, and she did. 

She walked in a way that reminded Azriel of water. Flowing, smooth, gently. He barely suppressed the growl in his throat as Tamlin pulled the girl into his lap, his mouth close to her delicately pointed and jewel adorned ear. 

The room filled with laughter as her eyes grew wide and a red flush hit her chest and cheeks. "Really," she whispered softly to Tamlin, who nodded and then continued whispering in her ear. Soft nodding came from her as Tamlin stroked her upper thigh and whispered to her, eyes locked on Azriel in a clear message. He knew. He could somehow sense the bond. "What's a," Tamlin covered her mouth, laughing slightly as he explained something else to her. "So people don't use the proper terms during sex?" Tamlin was smirking at this point. Whatever he had just said made the young girl gasp, and her eyes go wide.

Beron growled this time and tried to break the field of neutrality in anger but couldn't. "Enough, Tamlin!" Seraphina shifted in Tamlin's lap after he finished speaking to her. She stood and walked back over to the Autumn Court in shock and embarrassment.

"I apologize for the distraction, Shadowsinger. Forgive me," she began playing with her long red curls as Azriel scented her anxiety. "Thank you for the…. Educational lesson, high lord." The daughter of Autumn sat back down slowly and made a fatal error. Her and Nesta Archeron made eye contact and the oldest Cauldron made said one simple thing.

"In case he didn't tell you because he's a selfish male, there's males out there who'd return that favor. And females, if youd be interested in that." The daughter of Autumn grew more red and opened her book to hide her face in the crisp pages, "If you'd like to learn, let me know." 

An audible squeak came from the young fae female, "Eris." She was desperate for help. Her brother shot a look Nesta's way, and she returned it with a hate fueled glare.

Tamlin had painted a mental image for her in pretty words chosen specifically to make the young female feel warm. Truly though, She didn't mind the idea. The thought of her on her knees as Azriel tangled his large scarred hands through her long red curls, tongue running along his cock as he made a mess of her made her feel warmth growing in her stomach she'd never felt before.

She had heard rumors from other females about the size of an Illyrian's wings having something to do with the size of their cock, and Seraphina was just trying to imagine how exactly that would work if rumors were true. How exactly would she fit all of him into her mouth if given a chance? The handsome spymaster had huge wings. The largest wings she'd ever seen on a winged fae. If wing size related to endowment size, his cock was huge. And if Nesta was involved?  Cauldron boil her. Would Cassian also be involved? 

A hand gently clawed at her mind, causing her to freeze. It wasn't trying to get in her head. It was already there. Her honey eyes met violet ones as Rhysand leaned back in his chair and sipped his wine.

No, love, keep going. I was enjoying the delicious thoughts you were having. My brothers and I love sharing our toys. You could have Cassian and Nesta, myself and Feyre- His voice was purr that made her shiver with chills as she slammed him back out and watched as he looked at Azriel. 

The winged male's only response was one side of his mouth twitching into a smile before he became unreadable again. 

"Now that Seraphina has been educated on some of the finer matters of life, can we continue?" Kal asked coldly as he leaned back into his chair.

Eris discretely handed his sister back her candy. He shot her one look that said, "Be good," before focusing solely on Tamlin and Rhysand restarting their lovers spat.

Seraphina made eye contact with Azriel again as she slowly put the sucker back in her mouth. Azriel pulled his lower lip into his mouth and tugged the mating bond, praying Rhysand had been right when he said he had found it in her mind, but the female just didn't know what it was. Another way to keep her in the dark and innocent, Azriel thought bitterly.

She made a confused face as she looked down at her chest. Then followed the string to Azriel, lollipop now back in the same trapped position of her lips, If you continue looking at me like that with those pretty lips wrapped around that thing, I am not responsible for what happens next little bunny.

Is what Nesta said true? Azriel felt his leathers growing tight at her curious nature. He could feel desire radiating in their bond. 

Of course. Only, I eat pussy for my pleasure, not yours. And I will eat pussy because I want to. Not because you've wrapped your pretty little mouth on my cock. He had her. He felt her arousal spike as she shifted. I imagine you'll also be the type who sucks cock for your pleasure instead of mine, little mate.

I'd like to learn. He almost came right then and there as he watched her put the candy in her mouth, eyes wide like a doe.

Keep doing that, baby, and I'll be stealing you to teach you much, much more than just whatever bullshit Tamlin told you. Fucking ruin you for anyone else.

Seraphina turned her attention back to the book she had with a small smile, I'm doing emissary work in the Dawn Court all week this week. I'll be alone tonight.

I'll find you.

I look forward to it. 

[dualityvn]

I dunno if this counts as mild bullying but I could absolutely get behind an MC that's UT! Keith's rival in all his areas of interest.

"Oh Keith, and the lovely Seraphina. You're both looking amazing as always. I can't wait to see you at the cat show award ceremony as you take second place to me and my Dandelion. Again!"

"Keith, darling! Those roses you're growing are simply sublime. They're almost as lovely and fragrant as mine."

"Fancy running into you here, Keith. Oh you're also getting the latest installment in this book series? Too bad, handsome. I've just bought the last copy."

Until finally,

"It seems we've tied for first in the baking competition. I suppose... We could go celebrate at that cafe we both seem to enjoy so much. If you want? *blushes a little* I mean, you're the only one who ever gives me a challenge. I can't remember the last time I spent so much time thinking about a person."

Keith makes me unwell in all his iterations.

This sounds so cute, I love it. And I'm sure he'd accept your invitation, while trying to pretend it's not a big deal to him (it is).

[deva-arts]

Vince and Sera: On a burning, broken bridge that's hurtling towards the river and their wings are on fire

Also Vince and Sera: Yes this is actually the best use of our time

My two OC's, Seraphina and Vincent! Talk about a sibling feud amirite lolol

[moodymelanist]

Nessian surprise pregnancy announcement

happy April fools 🩵 also combining this with this prompt ⤵️

After nine long months, Cassian could hardly believe he was seeing his daughter in his wife’s arms. She was the most perfect thing he’d ever seen — second only to Nesta herself, of course — and he didn’t think he’d ever forget the moment he’d first gotten to hold her in his arms. She was so tiny that part of him had been scared he’d somehow hurt her, but he’d stopped worrying about that the moment her small fingers curled around his pointer finger.

Nesta looked completely exhausted in her hospital bed, but she seemed just as in awe as Cassian was. “She’s so beautiful.”

“Are you surprised?” he fired back, looking away from their daughter’s perfect face to look at his wife’s stunning one instead. “I mean, look at the material.”

“Shut up,” she replied with a good-natured roll of her eyes. “She’s all you, anyway.”

Seraphina did look a lot like him, with her dark hair and golden-brown skin, but Cassian had studied Nesta’s features enough to know them when he saw them. “Nah. She definitely has your nose.”

“Whatever you say, baby,” Nesta responded tiredly. She shut her eyes and gently shifted around to find a more comfortable position, sighing as she found the relief she was looking for.

He couldn’t decide where he wanted to look more. Between being in total awe that his wife had brought their daughter into the world and that said daughter was absolutely adorable, it was almost like sensory overload. He decided to look back and forth between them every few minutes, more than happy with the pretty picture his family made.

He never thought he could have this for himself, but damn did it feel good.

“Don’t tell Feyre and Rhys,” Cassian murmured, his fingers gently combing through their daughter’s hair, “but our kid is way cuter.”

“Fuck,” Nesta hissed quietly, not wanting to wake Sera as her own eyes snapped open. “We never told them!”

“Fuck,” Cassian repeated. Sera opened her eyes and immediately narrowed them at him from his volume, and he sheepishly passed the baby over to Nesta before it turned into a full-blown crying episode. “Come here, let me get a picture.”

Nesta had been so nervous about something happening to the baby after the experience Feyre and Rhys had had with Nyx that she’d begged Cassian not to tell anyone. It had been hard keeping such a big secret from their family, especially with how often they liked to get together, but they’d somehow managed to pull it off. The first few months hadn’t been too bad, but once Nesta had started showing, they’d had to come up with increasingly more elaborate reasons for why Nesta couldn’t come to their family get-togethers.

“Say cheese,” Cassian said, holding up his phone for their first picture as a family. Nesta gave the best smile she could muster given how tired she was, propping up Sera’s head so her little face was visible, and Cassian snapped a bunch of pictures. “These are nice.”

He picked the best looking one and sent it in their family group chat, sending all the details about Sera’s weight and height and time of birth. It didn’t take long for people to start texting back, but instead of the congratulations texts he was expecting, he got a wide array of question marks and confused emojis.

Whose baby did you steal for this?? Mor had written.

Ha ha, very funny, Lucien added.

Cute baby, though, Rhys texted, replying to Mor’s original message.

“Why does everyone think I’m joking?” Cassian asked, showing Nesta the texts.

“Probably because it’s April Fool’s, you idiot,” Nesta answered fondly. She took his phone and sent another picture, this time of a close up of her sweaty, exhausted face. “Bet you they won’t think we’re joking now.”

He laughed as he read the caption she’d written with the picture. Trust me, the thirteen hours I spent in labor aren’t a fucking joke.

Sure enough, within the hour their entire family was gathered in the hospital room with a truly ridiculous amount of balloons and baby gifts. Judging from her victorious smile, Cassian knew Nesta would be holding this over him for the rest of their lives.

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[acaribeau]

Levi’s dolls

A little creepy shortfic based in a chat. A little crack-horror fic but it's mostly a hc.

gn!reader-platonic or romantic, SFW, 1.3k words

I went to Levi’s room when he called me. He had asked me to help him move the real size figurine that he had ordered from Akuzon by accident without Lucifer noticing. I knocked his door.

“Password”

“It’s me Levi”

“Are you alone?”

“Yeah”

He opened the door and quickly pulled me inside.

“Did someone see you?”

“I don’t think… Woah! that is huge. It’s over 2 meters.”

“I know! I didn’t see the measurements! My Seraphina looks so beautiful in that hunting pose that I just bought it in an instant”

“It is really detailed… and with so little clothes… So, how are we supposed to move this to the entry without being noticed?”

“We won’t. Barbatos will open a portal in my door in… 5 min.”

“Won’t he tell Lucifer?”

“No, I bribed him… but it cost me extra…”

“Is that possible? How much did it cost you? “ He looked really gloomy. It would have cost him a fortune.

“It wasn’t money… I’ll show you later, it’s time.” He opened the door to show a turquoise portal ”Help me with that side, I’ll guide”

This was heavier than I thought.

“So… *pant* Where are we moving it? *pant* Purgatory Hall?”

“No, Lucifer would know. I’m putting it in my castle.”

“In your WHAT?”

I felt the floor disappear under my feet and the sensation of losing a step in a stair made me jump a little. I put the statue on the floor and looked at Levi.

“Did you say castle? Do you have a castle?”

I looked around. This was like staying in a well illuminated cave, a little chill and the floor was polished directly from the same rock that the roof and walls were made of.

“Yeah, each of us have a castle in their ring. They don’t come often to mine because it’s underwater, who would want to come to this humid and stinky place, right?”

Moments like this remind me that my demons are lords and how filthy rich they are. The room was even bigger than the dining room in the house of lamentation, 5 rows of glass shelves filled with all types of collectibles that I could imagine.

“Your collection is incredible Levi… And this place is so beautiful”

“Do you think?” He was flushed and avoiding my gaze “C-Come on, he-help me put it in its place, the portal will close in an hour and I have to go for Barbatos’ bribe”

We moved the figure to the row closer to the wall, close to another one even bigger than this.

“Wait here, ok? You know my rules, you can see whatever you want, but don’t touch anything”

“I know, I know, don’t worry” I was already looking at all the interesting things. He had 5 katanas!

He jogged to the back of the room, and then he turned quickly.

“Ah! almost forgot. Whatever happens, don’t touch the water!” and then left the room, as if he didn’t just tell me something so ominous…

I continued my exploration. Levi really had one of everything, three of some. Posters, mangas, figurines, he even had a center of entertainment with a gigantic tv and all the consoles I knew in existence in Devildom and earth and some I didn’t even know.

This place was awesome, I couldn’t figure where the lights were, and I felt observed in each step. I supposed it was the little fishes that were swimming in a section of the wall that appeared to be an aquarium without glass.

A little sound distracted me from the colorful 4-eyed fishes

“Hello?” I could just hear my echo… This place was really quiet, even the water didn’t make a sound. Just when I was about to return my atencion to the fishes, I heard it again.

To my left, a little more back in the room, was a heavy orange curtain. Maybe the sound came from there.

When I pulled aside the curtain, I found a couple more statues. An old man with a big white beard that looked from an epic fantasy and a magical girl smiling and posing with her wand. Wow, and I thought the Seraphina was detailed. I could almost see each pore in her skin, her eyes so realistic I felt like she was watching me. The sound began again really close, it sounded… as someone with a gag trying to speak. This thing was definitely moving its eyes!! 

It was looking between me and… something behind me. I turned back…

.

.

.

“Oh! you found my dolls” pfff it was just Levi in demon form “Do you like them?” 

“They are so realistic… Are they enchanted to move?” I could feel a little of magic coming from them.

“No no, the contrary! I have to paralyze them each time I’m out or they cause trouble. I designed her dress myself based on the dress of Yuriko in Magi Magi Police Sun first season. She was the best VA the original series had, her remplacement never got the high notes… Her death was really a tragedy, she got hit by a soup truck. A really ironic death if you consider the mock in chapter 138 season 3… Tho, it was a good luck struck that she decided to kill her best friend for assuring her stellar just a couple of days before the accident… She came directly to my arms as if she were destined to be mine. She is the most valuable anime merchandise I have”

“So… this is the real voice actress?” A chill ran through my body while kept staring at me with her frozen smile. 

“Yeah! If you want to play with her, she could even sing you a private concert! She knows all the routines, even the ones that came after her death, I made sure of that!” 

I saw the curtain that extended through all the wall as far as I could see, a bunch of other “dolls” all in display behind it.

“Are they humans?”

“No no, the correct term is damned. Almost all of them are from my ring, but I traded some. Like this one! He was the author of “The epic of the red goblins”, a classic from the 30’s. I had to fight with Satan for him, but it was worth it! Oh, I could tell you the story of each one of them!... only if you want of course… you don’t find them creepy, right? Mammon says they are scary… as if a normie could understand the passion of an otaku!”

“What is that!?” I was so focused in the dolls that I hadn’t seen before the bright orange thing moving in his hands. It appeared as little tentacles covered in blossoms, its movements were erratic and… a little hypnotic.

“Ah! its Glory coral snake, Barbatos wants to make them tea… It was painful to cut them up, it takes more than 500 hundred years to grow a centimeter… Right! we have to go, the portal will close soon.”

He closed the curtain with his tail and we went to the door.

“All of them are so jealous of you...but… well… who wouldn't? I mean… you are… you”

My sweet snake demon was all flustered all over again. I brushed her cheek with the back of my hand and saw him in the eyes, smiling.

“Come on, you can tell me all about them later, ok?”

He beamed his smile and his eyes sparkled.

“We can begin the anime tonight! You know? Magi Magi Police Sun was the anime's first deconstruction of magical girls and the legendary inspiration for Hana Ruri…”

Bonus:

That afternoon watching Magi Magi Police Sun.

“And what would have happened if I had touched the water?”

“Oh, that would have woken up Lotan”

“Noooo, I wanted to pet Lotan!!!!”

“I already told you, Lotan isn’t a pet. He doesn't want to be petted!”

“Everyone wants to be petted” 😡

I finished a thing!! See guys? and you told me to sleep in the poll... I work better after 20h awake

If you liked my work, please like, reblog and comment. Don't repost please. I'm not native speaker, if you see any typo let me know. My asks and messages are always open for anything!

[sevensdeadly-if]

I’m not sure if you answered this before, but are there specific tropes for each RO? (In particular, I’m curious about Seraphina 👀)

That’s such an interesting question honestly!

Ok don’t may be a little spoilery so read at your own risk

Seraphina:Second Chance, Soul mates, Loveable rogue, Playboy/girl in love, Emotional scars, The One That Got Away(a big part of her character. Sometimes that is learned about way later in the series), tortured

Aster & Fenrir: Second Chance, Soul mates, You’ve changed/on the rocks – couple then have to find their way back to each other(this one happens later on in the series), Beauty and the Beast, Emotional scars, polyamory, tortured

Uriel: Second Chance, Soul mates, Can’t spit it out/Say I love you or how they feel, Lovers in denial, Emotional scars

Nero: Second Chance, Soul mates, Emotional scars, Not Good Enough, tortured

Jerahmeel: Second Chance, Soul mates, Emotional scars, Learn to Love

Zarola: Second Chance, Soul mates, Emotional scars, Protector, tortured

Ok that’s all I can think of for now. You’ll notice they share a lot of the tropes. There are also some tropes I couldn’t add specifically for Zarola and Nero cause they would have been way to spoilery.

Thanks for the ask! I had to look through a bunch of tripe lists first this 🤣

[owlseeyoulaterpal]

Like Real People Do, Chapter 2

Gale Dekarios x Named! Tav

Chapter Synopsis: Seraphina is catching feelings for the wizard and the vampire, oops.

Learn more about my Tav, Seraphina.

Includes dialogue directly from BG3.

It became a nightly ritual of sorts. Every night, just as Seraphina was finishing her prayer, Gale would approach her. Whether it was to spar again or to simply talk about books, the events of the day, or to exchange stories about their homes, Seraphina started to expect Gale’s company to finish off her night. 

“You have several brothers and sisters? Ah. I guess that confirms my suspicions.”

Seraphina quirked an eyebrow. “What suspicions?”

Gale gazed out to the water and cleared his throat before turning to look into her orange eyes. “A little over a year ago, back home in Waterdeep, I had a few drinks with a set of tiefling twins at a tavern. They mentioned Tymora quite a few times as they regaled their tale of slaying fiends in Dis. I believe their names were – ”

Seraphina felt warmth fill her chest. “You met my older brothers, Kyakos and Mavus.” Seraphina distinctly remembered exactly what adventure would’ve contained the Waterdeep stop for her brothers. 

They came back reeking of the Hells and with several treasures to share, including one they specifically picked up in Waterdeep to give to Seraphina for her approaching special day. The gold locket, engraved with a cursive ‘H’ on one side and the Hellwhisper family crest on the other, hung at the end of a long necklace, the chain nearly reaching her waist. They said it would be another reminder of who she is, no matter where she goes or who she shares her life with.

She frowned as she thought of how much she missed them and her entire family.

Gale grinned. “So, you are a Hellwhisper. A descendant of the infamous Zephyrus?”

She hesitated for a moment. So far, everyone had only exchanged their first names. Sharing her last name felt oddly intimate within this group. But she had nothing to hide.

“Yes, I am. We’ve been storm sorcerers and servants of Tymora for generations, but I guess you already learned that from whatever book you read about Zephyrus in,” Seraphina stated proudly, tilting up her chin. Being a Hellwhisper wasn’t something that she was ashamed of, but the family name could certainly cause a stir in some groups of people, namely the staunch Tymorans that had exiled her family for the assumptions they made about the actions of her ancestor, the first Hellwhisper. 

Nevertheless, she carried the name with pride. As she gazed up at Gale through her bangs, she saw a flicker of mischief in his eyes.

“Except for you, I take it,” Gale replied. Seraphina blinked at him. “With your wild magic.” She instantly wilted. 

“Um, yes and no. It’s a long story.”

“One you are not obligated to tell, but I do quite enjoy talking with you,” Gale said. “Though I can tell it’s a sensitive subject for you. I understand how hard it can be to discuss a condition that you may feel less than proud of. But I hope you know that you can talk to me about anything that your heart desires.”

Seraphina looked at him carefully. His big, brown eyes were welcoming, and he seemed genuinely interested in knowing more about her story. He had trusted her with the nature of his need to consume magical items. She might as well throw him a bone in return.

“It’s…it’s a condition that I should be happy to have,” Seraphina murmured. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the coin of Tymora that she always kept on her and began to idly play with it between her hands as she spoke. “I wasn’t always like this.”

Gale nodded, urging her to continue. 

She sighed. “I was born a storm sorcerer. I was…normal my entire life until I received my trial from Tymora. She changed my magic. All of the priests at the temple I grew up in and my parents told me that it would test my faith in Tymora, my faith in luck, and proving that I’m unafraid to take risks. To receive a Trial from Tymora is an honor and rare. To pass it, is to become her Chosen. But, it’s been hell. I’ve been like this for two years and I don’t know what to do to prove myself to Tymora and end this test of hers. I used to know, understand, and control magic like it was one of my own limbs. Now…I’m tired of constantly being afraid of blowing up.��

Seraphina’s voice cracked and she cleared her throat, pushing back the tears that threatened to escape. She felt a hand, firm and warm, settle on her shoulder. She turned and saw Gale looking at her with pity and sympathy. 

“It may sound ridiculous, but I can understand more than you think,” Gale responded. “Though, being a goddess’s Chosen comes with just as many drawbacks as it does blessings. For what it’s worth, I think you are handling all of this with extreme courage. Your fear has never been apparent in any of the conflicts we have encountered so far. At least, not to me. You’re the personification of bravery.” 

Seraphina swooned, positive that blush would be flowering across her cheeks if it wasn’t for her red skin.

“Well, thank you. I do still have faith in Tymora. And in myself and the magic that flows through me. It may be less under my control now, but luck has to be on my side,” Seraphina flipped the coin she held. 

“I think I had quite the stroke of good luck to have ended up by your side in this wild quest,” Gale laughed. Seraphina giggled in return and as their laughs died down, she became all too aware that Gale’s hand had drifted from her shoulder to her upper back, tickling the tips of her black and red hair. She drank in the gentleness of his face, the delicate curve of his lips and the wrinkles that surrounded his soft eyes.

She wondered if Gale would still taste of the firewire they had indulged in with dinner that night. 

Seraphina snapped out of it and realized she was staring at Gale’s lips. She looked up at him and realized he was looking at hers as well. Just as a flood of courage came over her and she started lean closer, Gale sat back, pulling his hand away suddenly as if he’d been shocked.

“We should get some rest,” Gale said, standing up. “I wish you a good night.” He smiled and began heading to his tent.

“Good night,” Seraphina sweetly replied.

She sat there for a moment before rising and beginning to head to her own tent. 

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid, she thought. She wanted to smack herself in the face. But she had to smoothly recover because she knew who was going to approach her soon. It was as she was getting ready to go to bed that Astarion always appeared with a seductive gaze and honeyed words to ask to bite her. 

Every time, she said yes.

Seraphina came back to reality and turned around, expecting to see Gale. She frowned as she saw that he wasn’t there. She pocketed her coin, saying another quick prayer to Tymora. She stood and walked towards the campfire, only to find Gale standing outside his tent. He was gazing at an illusion of a woman floating in his hand.

Seraphina walked closer and she hated the familiar tinge of jealousy she felt in the pit of her stomach. She wished that it was her face Gale was looking so intensely at, as if she was his central focus. But, as she continued looking, she realized two things – who the woman was, and that his look of reverence was too familiar for her to desire it. 

“That’s the deity you wizards adore. Mystra, right?” Seraphina said. Gale jumped and the illusion vanished as Seraphina came around to stand in front of him.

“Oh! My, you startled me. I…I was miles away,” Gale blushed. 

“I know that look,” Seraphina squinted at him. “You were praying to your goddess, weren’t you? I feel like an ass for interrupting with how respectful you’ve always been of my private time.” 

“Not praying. Not quite. I was just…practicing an incantation,” Gale responded. He was positively squirming. 

“No, there’s more to it than that,” Seraphina shook her head. “I know devotion when I see it.”  She had seen it on the faces of her family as they prayed to Tymora. She knew she probably had the same face whenever she gazed upon the pendant of her Lady Luck. 

Gale chuckled bitterly. “What can I say? She’s…she’s Mystra,” he said his goddess’ name with such loyalty, the awe and adoration absolutely dripped from his words. 

“Mystra is all magic. And as far as I’m concerned, she is all creation.” 

Seraphina shook her head again, laughing. Oh, wizards she thought.

“How narrow-minded. There are other gods, Gale, and magic goes far, far beyond Mystra,” She replied. Magic was not something she connected to a goddess. Magic simply was. It was in her blood and was expected of a Hellwhisper. It existed in the world and in people and was truly beautiful. She had obviously poked a nerve as Gale snapped back. 

“Pish posh. One might as well deny one’s mother’s womb as the cradle of life. You just don’t understand,” Gale rolled his eyes before his face softened again, his eyes returning to her gaze as if he was checking to see if he had offended her.

“Of course. I, a simple sorcerer, have no appreciation for the art of magic because I didn’t have to spend years studying it to understand it. Educate me, Gale,” She hoped that he would see that she was merely teasing, and her heart lifted seeing the small smile cross Gale’s face.

“Seraphina, I’d be happy to teach you some of the finer details of magic. I’ve been in touch with the Weave for as long as I can remember. It’s like music, poetry, physical beauty all rolled into one and given expression through the senses. I assume it’s the same for you?” Gale asked. 

Seraphina chuckled. “It’s less ‘music and poetry’, and more ‘I hope I don’t blow up’ as of late. But magic is interwoven within my very being. It comes to me as naturally as breathing. I worship it almost as much as I worship the Lady Who Smiles. I don’t know who I would be without it.” 

“Perhaps we could reach into the Weave and experience what it feels like together, as one. Or maybe a sorcerer like yourself has already had this experience countless times,” Gale offered. Seraphina tilted her head. 

“What do you mean?” She asked.

Gale smirked. “Let me show you.”

“By all means,” she smiled back. 

“Then follow my lead,” Gale circled her, and she bit her lip as he walked over and stood right next to her. She felt small standing this close to him as he towered over her. His scent of parchment, books, and sandalwood overtook her senses and she had to shake her hands to ground herself. 

As Gale walked her through the steps of what he had planned, Seraphina prayed that she wouldn’t have a surge of wild magic in the middle of such a nice moment. 

Suddenly, they were surrounded by familiar purple strands – the Weave. 

“You did it! You’re channeling the Weave. How does it feel?” Gale turned to her, his excitement evident in his grin. 

“Incredible! Though of course, I could have managed it by myself,” she elbowed him.  “You’re hard to please, aren’t you?” Gale chuckled. 

“Are you desperate to please me, Gale?” she whispered, raising an eyebrow. 

“It’s started to become a priority of mine,” Gale smiled at her, and he leaned closer. Their hands brushed and Seraphina resisted the urge to take his hand in hers. 

He was so close. All it would take was one step forward, standing on her toes with her chin tilted up, and she could close the rest of the distance between them. She pictured what it would be like to kiss him – tender and chaste. She would cup his ridiculously perfect face in her hands and deepen the kiss, opening her mouth to him. He would grab her hips and press their bodies together, his tongue swirling against hers as the Weave continued to glow around them. 

What would it be like to connect with someone, another spellcaster, within the Weave like this? Surely, ethereal and otherworldly. Seraphina was desperate for the explosive nature of that kiss, finally releasing all the tension that had been building up over the time they’d been traveling together. By Tymora she was desperate for any kind of contact with Gale. She couldn’t bear any more of the fleeting touches to her back, the grazes against her hand. 

She softly gasped as she realized that Gale could see everything that she was imagining, could feel the desire for him that had been occupying more and more of her thoughts lately. 

No, she definitely hadn’t done this Weave trick before. 

Gale’s smile fell. “I…I didn’t think…” 

Seraphina’s fingers grasped onto her trousers, preparing herself for rejection. She could feel his embarrassment, his surprise, and then…joy. 

“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting…” Gale blushed profusely, and his eyes darted everywhere before looking back into her orange ones. “But it is a pleasant image to be sure!”  He relaxed as he continued, his voice dropping an octave. “Most pleasant, in fact. Most welcome.” 

Seraphina opened her mouth to speak, when suddenly the Weave around them evaporated. It was like a curtain had been lifted and they were no longer in their little slice of Heaven or each other’s emotions and thoughts, but back in this dirty camp, on this cold night, with a parasite hurtling them towards certain doom. 

Gale smiled at her. “Good night, Seraphina. I enjoyed sharing a moment of magic with you.” 

“G-good night, Gale,” Seraphina stammered. She clumsily made her way back to her tent, unable to feel her legs. It felt like all her blood had rushed to her head. She collapsed onto her bedroll.

Her mind was swirling. She hadn’t felt like this in so long, not since her early days of falling in love with the damned man who shattered her heart last summer. 

Vadan. 

Seraphina knew that it was past time for her to start mending her heart back together. The first step was to stop being afraid of even thinking of his name. The Seraphina from before Vadan would’ve already bedded a person or two in the party. That Seraphina would probably be flabbergasted that she hadn’t already slept with Astarion or Gale. 

Then again, that old version of herself would also be shocked that she was both traveling with and becoming almost friendly with a follower of Shar, one of Tymora’s divine enemies. That old Seraphina hadn’t seen Elturel be ripped from the ground of Toril and straight into Avernus. 

She had experienced raw attraction and crushes in the year since then, but no one had truly stirred her heart until now. Her growing crush on Astarion was easier to confront with his bold flirting, but Gale was an altogether different beast. A timid beast, but one she was eager to tame. 

She didn’t have time to ponder that thought more because there was a soft tapping at her tent flap. 

“Seraphina! I need your help!” Astarion hissed in a quiet tone, sounding frantic.

“Come in,” Seraphina sat up, suddenly alert instead of sleepy. 

Astarion stepped into her tent as she re-lit a few candles with flames from her fingers. She turned and gasped, frozen completely as adrenaline rushing through her at the sight of how much blood Astarion was covered in. There was a huge cut in his white shirt that revealed a wide, gaping gash across his chest. 

“If you can’t handle this, I will go wake Shadowheart, but I really need some help,” Astarion grunted as he collapsed onto his back. Seraphina came to her senses and rushed to his side, placing her hands just above his wound. 

“Te curo,” she chanted, a blue aura beginning to radiate from her hands. Astarion sighed in relief. 

“What happened?” Seraphina asked, moving her hands slowly from side to side as the magic continued to heal him.

“I was hunting a bear, which typically isn’t that big of a problem. This one just happened to be a cub. Its mother wasn’t very pleased when she caught me,” Astarion winced. “Lucky for me, my favorite cleric is awake.” 

Seraphina looked up from observing his wound to see him smiling at her. Even with blood covering his teeth and scattered throughout his hair, he was still devilishly good-looking.

“Your favorite cleric would appreciate it if you would communicate your hunger instead of running off to hunt bears,” she remarked.

“Are you just dying to hear me tell you how much I want you?” Astarion murmured. 

“I’d rather not lose our best archer and source of comedy,” Seraphina replied. She pulled her hands away as the wound finally sealed itself. “So did you get your fill?”

Astarion glanced at his chest and pulled himself into a seated position, pulling off the rest of his shirt and pressing it into a ball. “I’m not famished anymore, but I wouldn’t say no to dessert, darling,” he quirked an eyebrow at her. 

She rolled her eyes as she laid down on her bedroll, her chin high and her head tilted to the keep her horns out of the way. Astarion crawled towards her, placing both of his hands on either side of her head, and sliding his thigh between her legs. He pressed himself closer to her and, as his thigh pushed into the apex of her thighs, she felt heat begin to spread through her body. Her legs twitched and Astarion smirked as he finally leaned down and bit into her neck. 

Seraphina winced as icy pain shot out from where his fangs pierced her. Astarion shifted, one hand coming to hold the back of her head, and the other gripping her thigh. A soft gasp left her lips as she felt him grip her leg harder, digging his fingertips in. She could feel each gulp of her blood leaving her body and entering Astarion’s body. Seraphina reached up, placing her hands on the backs of Astarion’s shoulders and pulling him closer.

The roof of the tent began to blur in her vision, and she heard Astarion moan, the vibrations making her body hum and shake as he began to grind against her leg.

“That’s enough,” she breathed. Astarion fangs left her neck and he gasped, but he didn’t pull away. He licked the wounds, lapping up the small trickles of blood. She moaned as she felt his lips press against the bite mark.

One kiss. 

His lips ghost along her neck, moving up. 

A second kiss. 

Astarion leaned back, rising onto his knees. Seraphina bit back another moan as she watched him lick more blood off his now flushed and pink lips.

“Delicious as always, darling,” he purred. 

“I try,” she gasped as she attempted to sit up. Astarion pressed his fingertips to her chest and lightly pushed her back down.

“Get your beauty sleep,” he smirked as he picked up the tatters of his shirt. 

As quickly as he entered, Astarion slipped out of her tent and into the night. In the quiet aftermath, Seraphina could only hear the pounding of her heart and her own heavy breathing. With a wave of her hand, she attempted to send a gust of wind towards the lit candles. While the wind left her fingertips, she felt the all too familiar static of a wild magic surge flow through her body as vines exploded under her body, taking over the entire right side of her tent. 

Seraphina groaned and flopped her head back onto her bedroll. 

At least it wasn’t a mephit she thought as she finally lulled to sleep.

[theladypossum]

Phina and Tibs alt designs. Also have some lore for them now!

LORE TIME

Seraphina is a member of the Order Dialogous and is knowledgeable on many languages including xeno languages and cultures. She likes her job but is wanting more from life than sitting around in a dusty library all day. And then Tiberius enters her life. He’s been tasked with a secret mission and is looking for some restricted texts that could help in his mission. Phina is shelving and Tibs knocks into her (he’s so big he can’t help himself sometimes). He apologizes profusely and finds himself stammering and his face burning up in the presence of this little librarian (why? He should really check with the apothecary perhaps he’s taken ill?) Phina laughs it off (what an awkward man she thinks to herself) and helps Tibs locate his texts. While locating the texts, Phina ,ever bubbly and inquisitive, asks Tibs about his homeworld and the culture of Ultramar. This leads to the two of them talking for hours about their lives, experiences, books they like,etc. It’s this conversation where Tiberius realizes Seraphina would be the perfect person to accompany him on his mission with all her knowledge regarding xeno cultures (and her cute laugh and her beautiful eyes….Tiberius focus damnit!) so he extends the offer to her to join him on his mission. Seraphina without hesitation agrees. One thing leads to another and the two of them have been working together for years now. Tiberius fell first and HAAARD it took Seraphina almost a year to catch feelings for Tibs (he thought he was dropping hints but sweet baby boy doesn’t know how to express himself).

Phina had enough and asked him point blank “Do you love me”

“Do you”

“I asked first idiot”

“(shyly mumbles)yes”

*Phina gives him the biggest smooch*

*Tibs breathless* “I’ll take that as a yes”

[unordinary-diary]

Thoughts on the medieval au?

Medieval AU

ask game

Okay so the medieval AU focuses on John and Seraphina. It’s basically a ship fic premise, but I’m not big into shipping so I might make it platonic through sheer brute force. Haven’t decided yet. Either way, the other characters aren’t really involved.

(Side note, the name isn’t entirely accurate because it’s not historically accurate to any specific time period. It’s more like those classic fantasy settings that are loosely based on old-timey Europe — you all know what I’m talking about.)

So basically: Seraphina is a rich noble lady, and John is a peasant boy. They meet, and their relationship progresses much like canon. John helps Seraphina loosen up and let go of expectations, in large part by annoying her into being his friend.

The twist is that Sera’s John-inspired character development coincides head on with a fancy rich-people ball or something. You see, there’s gonna be a whole lot of other high-tiers there, and Sera’s mom wants her to go to this ball to find the strongest guy there and marry him. Narissa wants Sera to look her best and be on the top of her game with like, flirting and whatnot to increase her chance of getting the “best” husband. Increase the family’s status or whatever.

Sera, of course, doesn’t want this. As she’s preparing for the ball, she decides last minute to cut off her hair, and by “last minute” I mean in the dressing room. Narissa freaks out but she doesn’t have time to be mad at her daughter so she just has the servants cut her hair even so that it actually looks nice and then they send her off to the event. At the ball, John shows up (snuck in to say hi). Sera decides “fuck this shit” and sneaks off to go have fun with John instead.

So, yeah! It’s a bit trope-y but I think it’s cute.

Might decide to have Arlo also be at the ball, but I can’t think of anything notable for him to do and it would be a little unusual to have a main cast member as a background/cameo character.

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

:') Ever Growing List of Things I Want to Write But Haven’t and Maybe If I Post About Them I'll Feel Better

Continuing Emmeline and Liv's story where it left off

Myla's recapture arc

Uhhh I had this idea of a lonely OC who kisses the cheek of a Very Old Statue and brings it back to life. Turns out it was an angel/demon/god/monster of some sort who was trapped there as punishment and their physical state right before it happened wasn’t good (they’d just lost a battle maybe) and so as soon as they return to life they’re weak and ill and injured and disoriented, very much need of care. Not to mention their mental state after that much time wouldn't be great.

A third part to that time I turned Shae into a candle

Blue in a lab

Emmeline being mauled by a wild animal while in an evening gown because idk, beautiful blood soaked lady in tattered silk?

TINY MER

Naga character?

follow-up to this Arinn piece

follow-up to this Erystos mind control piece

follow-up to this Shae washed ashore piece

A mermaid being tortured because her tears become pearls

More of my Octo-maid

Mermaid whump piece based on this art

Seraphina getting a brutal beatdown from a big stronk demon lady

Whump via sauna. Not sure which OC.

Arinn torture based on this (nsfw)

A whumpee restrained outside during dangerous weather (a bad thunderstorm, tornado, hurricane)

Seraphina shot down and banged up, based on this art

Arinn tied up in the rain based on this art

Some crossovers between OCs

There are definitely more I'm not remembering or couldn't find. Too many ideas, so little time/motivation. :') Btw if any of these inspire you for your own OCs go for it!

[tangledbea]

You know I've seen some things that came as a surprise about "I didn't see that one coming" in the entire animated series.

The things that i didn't see that coming:

That Eugene was born in royalty, meeting his father and that the dark kingdom is his home.

That eugene turns 26 in the third season.

A flashback about how rapunzel and cassandra became friends.

Varian's redeemed in the first episode of the third season.

King edmund part of brotherhood.

Cassandra daughter of Gothel.

Cassandra's dad retired and Eugene becoming the new captain of the guards.

Most of that didn't come as a surprise to me.

Eugene being the prince of the Dark Kingdom was theorized as early as the episode "Vigor the Visionary," and while I didn't want it to be true, the the person who spearheaded the theory is one of my best friends and their evidence was really sound. I supported it, despite not wanting it.

Eugene turning 26 is almost like a compromise. People have thought he's 26 in the movie basically since the movie came out, even though it was just one person who worked on the movie saying it was their personal opinion. (And even though the directors said he was between 22 and 24, but still with no canonical age.) Making him turn 26 in season 3 made it so that both things were true: he's 23 in the movie, and he's 26 now.

I wasn't surprised that they gave us a flashback about how Rapunzel and Cassandra became friends, but I also wasn't impressed with the story. (Except the part where Rapunzel was utterly pissed that Cassandra was just using her. I thought that was 100% in character for her, and a very well-deserved attitude for her to take.)

Varian's redemption was a little rushed, but I think it was done fairly well.

King Edmund being a part of the Brotherhood didn't surprise me at all. He wears the insignia. But the way they chose to reveal it was awesome. XD

Oh god, don't get me started on Cassandra being Gothel's daughter. I trusted them. I thought they were better than that.

Yeah, Captain retiring and handing the guard over to Eugene came out of fricking left field.

Things that totally surprised me:

THE MONKEY IS DEMANITUS!

They let Rapunzel have an "enemy"/someone she didn't really get along with for the whole series.

We never saw Eugene and Lance as little kids in the orphanage together.

We did see the Stabbingtons as teenagers.

That Edmund gave Eugene the sash that he wears at his and Rapunzel's wedding.

Hamuel. Just... Hamuel... XD

That they didn't make the lady who Big Nose's helmet lands on at the end of the movie into a character/his steady girlfriend.

That Seraphina was not only fat, but was also a shark mermaid.

That they would change Zhan Tiri's gender and design for the lolz.

[soniabigcheese]

I made an oopsie purchase

I KNEW I shouldn't have gone into the shop, but we did ...

And look

The dragon is Seraphina, (little fiery one) she is a little firecracker. Small but mighty!

The Panda is a big guy called Peyton. He has loose joints, a tubby belly and a bit of a hump.

He looks so grouchy, bless him

We got home, I checked out their proper values and I'd gotten a heck of a bargain for them!

Half the actual value, plus a 20% discount on top of that

[kyuriin-chan]

Adam Warlock x OC

Part 4

Word Count: 1.705

Warnings: Adam being cute, fluff

POV Adam

x X x

Soft hands gently grabbed me and pulled me further down. My lips made instant contact with her soft ones and I kissed back without hesitation. Her delicate hands found themself in my golden locks and softly tugged at them.

I slowly opened my eyes as we parted and met Seraphina's blue eyes. A beautiful smile played on her lips and we looked deeply into each other's eyes. Wrapped in a soft and large blanket we lay in her bed. It was an almost magical moment to see her next to me.

Her attention was only on me and her sincere smile was also directed at me, which made the butterflies in my stomach dance wildly like every other time. Her long blond hair framed her petite form perfectly and I twirled a strand of her hair between my golden fingers.

Suddenly she pressed her hands against my chest and I was lying on my back. I watched her curiously but excited and wondered what she was up to now. She leaned on my chest and within the blink of an eye she was sitting on top of me, her body hidden by the white sheet.

My breath hitched and my heart started beating faster.

"I'm yours Adam. I love you", she whispered in my ear and immediately my golden arms found themself around her waist as I hugged her and pressed her tightly against my body. I pressed my nose into the soft crook of her neck and inhaled her lovely scent that I would never forget.

Her body nestled perfectly against mine and I was certain that she was made for me just as I was made for her. That moment was just perfect and I never wanted to let her go.

"We should probably get up", she finally said with a smile on her face and freed herself a little from my hug. Her blue eyes looked at me lovingly and I almost lost myself in them if it wasn't for her open statement.

"Get up... why?", I asked, still admiring her beautiful face that was right in front of me. The corners of her mouth turned up a bit, "we have to meet up with the others." I snapped out of my trance instantly and took in her words with a slight dislike.

Why would she want to get up now, when this moment was so perfect?

"I don't want to meet the others... I want you for myself, here with me", I pouted against her lips as I kissed her again and was filled with pride when she kissed me back. "Maybe some more minutes then, but we do have to get up Adam", she laughed against my lips, gently stroking my cheek.

I dropped back onto the soft pillow, pulling Seraphina down with me in the process. She was perfectly safe in my arms and I pressed my nose into her soft hair before closing my eyes, just enjoying her closeness next to me.

x X x

Warm rays of sunlight fell gently on my face and I turned away from them with a slight grunt. Under the warmth of my blanket, I groped for Seraphina, only to find a cool empty bed beside me. I furtively opened my eyes and now sat up straight in my bed, which in fact accommodated only me.

A dream.

I sighed a little tiredly and ran my fingers through my golden hair, which fell softly over my face. Almost every night I had a dream involving Seraphina and every single time I hoped it wasn't a dream. I wanted to wake up next to her petite figure in the morning and yet every time I was greeted only by emptiness.

With a look out of my window I realized that it was relatively late and I had to get up as soon as possible. I usually woke up to the sunrise and could watch how the very first rays of the day bathed the city in a warm coat of yellow and orange colors.

Still, a big smile crossed my face as I realized I would be seeing Seraphina soon.

Did she miss me that much too?

A longing tingle formed inside of me and I quickly crawled out of my bed to get ready for the day.

POV Seraphina

I looked down again at my holopad, which read the current time and frowned. Adam would normally have arrived by now and picked me up so we could walk towards the city center together. I stood in front of my ramp and looked around again but no sign of Adam.

So, where was he?

Had something happened or was he stopped by someone? I quickly shook my head. Adam would never be late on purpose and almost nothing could keep him that long. After all, our work only started after he picked me up.

After a few more minutes of pondering I decided to just make my way to him and maybe we would meet up on the way. It was a pleasant morning and a gentle breeze blew through my blond hair, which I had tied up in a braid. Otherwise they would just get in the way and I needed to concentrate on my work.

My thoughts wandered back to Adam, who had often told me that he thought my hair was very beautiful and he liked to see me with my hair loose. I chuckled at that thought.

"Hey Seraphina, good morning!", Pete called out to me, running towards me in a hurry. In his hand he already held a white list of the work that had to be done for the day. He approached me but then frowned as he looked around me, "where's Adam?"

"Thought you might know. Didn't see him today", I replied and just shrugged my shoulders cluelessly. Pete just shook his head and together we walked on to the other Guardians who had already gathered. "Someone knows where Adam is?", Pete asked the group but they only shrugged and shook their heads.

"Maybe he tried my invisible technique", Drax mused to himself, earning confused looks. "You know, just do everything reeaaal slooow and no one will be able to see you", he demonstrated by eating his peanuts extra slowly. "Cut it out! We can all see you!", Nebula barked in irritation and rolled her eyes.

"Well I'm gonna go get him. Will be back soon", I said with a smile and continued on my way to Adam. "Tell him we won't allow slackers! This better won't be a regular!", Rocket called after me, but I skilfully ignored his comment.

x

I got to Adam's door and knocked a few times while butterflies danced in my stomach. Although Adam and I were together, I had never made it to his apartment as he always took me to my ship beforehand.

I was a little worried. Nobody had seen him today, although he was always up so early and then walked through the streets of Knowhere.

So what was different today?

The door opened almost abruptly and Adam stood in front of me with his hair still slightly dripping, just a towel around his waist. Immediately I blushed as he caught my breath. "Seraphina? What are you doing here?", he asked me thoughtfully, examining my face that I had turned to the side.

He must have noticed my blush quickly and reached out his hand to stroke my cheek.

"Is everything alright?", he asked and lifted my chin with his hand so that I now had to look in his direction. His golden eyes radiated concern and he seemed to want to understand what was going on inside me.

I cleared my throat quickly and finally found my voice again, "e-everything is alright. I uhh... I was worried about you since you are pretty late and everyone is already getting started with work." Proud that I had only stuttered a bit at the beginning I looked at Adam again.

"I might have overslept a little... I apologize", Adam explained slightly embarrassed and then suddenly looked up at me again, "would you like to come in while I get ready?"

"Ohh sure!", I said quickly and couldn't resist a curious grin as I entered his small apartment. His apartment consisted of a small corridor that led to a living room. In the same room, the bedroom was separated by a small wall and all in all it looked very comfortable. Although Adam didn't have much decoration, a picture frame he had placed on a dresser caught my eye.

Adam had probably disappeared into the bathroom after I arrived in the living room, so I took a closer look at the picture. We were both in it. I was working on an electrical box and Adam was standing next to me holding a part to replace. He looked into the camera with a slightly confused expression while I was smiling broadly next to him, looking over my shoulder at the camera.

The corners of my mouth twitched gently as I thought of this moment and I picked up the picture frame. Mantis wanted to capture a few more moments before our group split up after the repairs and we wouldn't see each other for the time being.

"I like this picture. It captures your smile so I can look at it anytime I want", Adam cleared his throat behind me, now fully dressed and I turned to him. My smile widened when I saw his dreamy look that was directed at the photo and I put it back in it's place on the dresser.

I took Adam's golden hands in mine and gently stroked the back of them. "You know, I like you smiling at me in person way better than in a picture", I confessed sheepishly and gently pulled him down to give him a kiss.

His hands found my waist and in an instant I was pressed against his body.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Feel free to comment your thoughts or prompts ✨

[saintsenara]

subluxation - a snippet

rodolphus lestrange/percy weasley mature | major character death

and a little snippet from chapter four of subluxation, which will be up tonight...

this chapter is a big one. it's the day of lord voldemort's coup and - therefore - the very first day percy and rodolphus meet. it is not love at first sight.

Audrey’s gripping his hand.

Her palm is slick, clammy. His isn’t much better.

She was called back from her day off an hour ago - called back from zen tranquility in the Muggle world to pandemonium in the magical one. The Minister’s full junior staff is assembled in a row against the wall in Meeting Room J. Biagio is crying. Clarice looks like she’s about to be sick.

Augustus Rookwood - Mr Rookwood, they have to call him now - is slithering up and down the line, snapping at anyone with wonky knots in their ties or lint on their robes.

The hum of chatter rolls in from the Atrium. It sounds warm, the ordinary murmur of people catching up with old friends and bantering with old Quidditch rivals. The canteen staff - all identically uniformed in starched black - are roving around with platters of canapes and trays of champagne. Percy thinks - absurdly - that, if he can find a silver lining in this miserable day, then it’s the fact that the Death Eaters have considerably upped the usual standards of refreshments at Ministry events.

But perhaps that’s a given if you’re trying to pull off a coup. He wouldn’t know.

Hands are being shaken, and partners and children are being asked after, and holiday plans are being discussed, and nobody - absolutely nobody; not a single solitary member of the great and the good of wizarding Britain - seems shocked that the entire world has been upended in a matter of hours, on one completely ordinary afternoon.

And that’s what’s so terrifying. That Scrimgeour apparently didn’t see any of this coming, but everyone else did.

Seraphina Holliday, who presents the six o’clock news on the WWN, kisses Mr Yaxley on both cheeks and asks if he and his wife are still coming over on Sunday.

Mr Selwyn laughs uproariously at a joke told by one of the Wizengamot’s most distinguished members as he shows him to his seat.

Half of the Hogwarts governors are milling around the place, making cheerful conversation with mass-murderers. There are representatives present from Gringotts and St Mungo’s and the Diagon Alley Shopkeepers Guild. The Prophet’s chief political correspondent drains his glass as he gabs away to Travers - Mr Travers, they have to call him now - like he’s an old friend.

Percy realises that he probably is.

The Unspeakables have slithered out of their domain to greet Mr Rookwood like some conquering hero, miraculously returned from a mission all thought doomed. And, out of all the mundane horrors which have greeted him since lunch, it is the sight of Mr Croaker - who sends his father a card every Christmas and complimented his mother on her hat at the last staff party - thumping Rookwood on the back and saying ‘bloody wonderful to see you, Gus’, and Rookwood replying ‘likewise, Saul’, and Croaker grinning and saying ‘this is quite the soirée, isn’t it? I hope the gaffer’s paying you overtime’, and Rookwood winking at him and saying ‘I shall pretend I didn’t hear you say that’, and both of them collapsing into laughter which makes tears start to slide down Percy’s face.

Rookwood clicks his fingers at him.

‘Pull yourself together, Weasley,’ he hisses. ‘The Minister’s starting his speech in five minutes and we don’t want you dragging the Ministry into the gutter by blubbering like a schoolgirl while he’s addressing the nation.’

‘Yes, sir.’

Rookwood leans close, whispers so that only Percy can hear him. ‘You remember what you were told earlier, I hope?’

‘Yes, sir.’

And so Percy has to swallow down his panic, swallow down his tears. Because Rookwood claps his hands at them and tells them to line up on the dais which has been erected in the Atrium. And there’s no time to escape, to run, because a hundred camera bulbs are flashing, light ricocheting off his glasses until he’s staggering forward half-blind, still holding Audrey’s hand.

Banners are draped everywhere, and while they show the Ministry’s insignia and not the Dark Mark, the fact that so many people are walking around with rolled-up sleeves makes clear that these two symbols are now one and the same.

The only comfort Percy can find - the only comfort - is that, as he looks out at the sea of chairs and scans the signs affixed to them (Avery - McNair - Mulciber - Carrow - written in an elegant handwriting he recognises as Mafalda’s) he doesn’t see one labelled The Dark Lord.

A hush falls over the room as Mr Thicknesse, in magnificent emerald-green robes, his hair slicked back to display his high forehead, steps onto the dais and places a series of notecards on the lectern. The senior under-secretaries line up behind him. Dolores Umbridge is directly in front of Percy, standing to attention, positively vibrating with excitement. A bejewelled snake has been clipped to the velvet bow she wears in her hair.

It’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Percy wonders if the hammering of his heart is echoing in the room.