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taylorman2274 · 1 year ago

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We Care About You (Part III)

Those who have been with you since the beginning discuss the differences they've noticed with and without your presence.

Content Warning(s): Jean, Kaeya, & Albedo Story Quest Spoilers; Mondstadt Archon Quest Spoilers

Notes: SAGAU; GN!Reader; [T/N] = Traveler Name

Word Count: 2.1k

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Taglist: @silverstarred; @victoria1676; @angelofdarkness2; @areaderspov; @andromeda-gay; @ash1; @mercy-not-merci; @toodledoodl3;

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The sun had fully risen over the horizon by the time all the stores in Mondstadt's main plaza had opened for the day. Blanche was finishing setting up her fruit trays on the counter by the time Marjorie and Timeaus arrived at their respective stores. Sara, on the other hand, had already opened up Good Hunter half an hour ago. This was in case there were any early birds or if any of the aforementioned shopkeepers wanted a quick bite to eat before work.

Today, the Traveler and Paimon were examples of early birds, as the two were enjoying breakfast from Good Hunter. However, as they were eating their respective meals, they were approached by Raymond, a Knight of Favonius.

"Morning, Traveler. Morning, Paimon," he greeted. "Sorry to interrupt your meal, but I'm here to inform you that your presence has been requested by the Acting Grand Master. She requests that you head on over to headquarters immediately."

Paimon groaned. "Does Jean really have to summon us this early? Paimon hasn't even finished her Fisherman's Toast yet."

"I apologize once again, but it would be rude to keep the Acting Grand Master waiting," Raymond replied.

The Traveler shook their head. "No worries. I'm just about finished anyway." They got up from their seat. "Would you like for me to get you a to-go box, Paimon?

"Get a to-go box? Has Paimon not already proved to you what she's capable of? Watch this!" Paimon proclaimed before chowing down the rest of her Fisherman's Toast as quickly as Paimonly possible.

...Said way involved burying herself nose-deep in her plate and practically inhaling all the food left on her plate. The Traveler and Raymond even had to hold their hands up to their faces to protect themselves from any flying food.

Maybe they shouldn't have bought her a triple stack...

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Despite being invited by Jean herself, The Traveler decided to knock on her office door. It was only proper manners.

"Enter."

They opened the door and allowed Paimon to enter first before letting themselves in. As soon as Jean recognized them, she gracefully got up from her chair and walked around to the front of her desk.

"Thank you for coming on such short notice, Honorary Knight. I know you must be tired.”

The Traveler shook their head. "It was no trouble. Paimon and I were already up to begin with."

"Is that so? It's a shame my cuties didn't think to greet me in the library first thing in the morning. Your company can certainly revitalize this mage's energy." Came a voice to their left. Both newcomers swiveled their heads to look at the other visitor partially hidden in the corner.

"Lisa? Were you called here by Jean as well?" questioned Paimon.

"I was," Lisa confirmed, perplexion etched on her face, "Though I haven't been told why yet."

"I called you both here for the same reason. However, not everyone has arrived yet. We're still waiting on two more people. Once they’ve arrived, I’ll explain everything," Jean explained.

To pass the time, the Traveler, Paimon, and Lisa began to catch up with each other on what had happened since they last met while Jean leaned against her desk and peeked at the ticking clock on the wall from time to time.

She wasn't worried about the other two members being late. They each were fellow Knights of Favonius members after all. They know the standards that need to be set in order to maintain their position.

A few minutes later, everyone in the office could hear rapid footsteps from outside the room. Not even a second later the door was thrown open by Amber who quickly entered the room and put her hands on her knees to catch her breath.

pant ... pant ... "Sorry I'm late, Jean. I got caught up with something."

Jean shook her head. "Not to worry, Amber. We haven't started talking about anything yet." Jean snuck a peak behind Amber towards the open door. "Did you happen to see Kaeya on the way here?"

Amber straightened up and nodded her head. "I did, actually. He's..."

"Right here."

Kaeya smoothly walked into the office and quietly shut the door Amber left open behind him.

Jean gave a quick nod. "Good. That should be everybody." Everyone gathered around Jean in a semi-circle. "I bet you're all wondering why I've called you here this early."

"To put it simply, I'd rather get this discussion out of the way before we all start work for the day. This mainly concerns the Traveler, but I promise you all are important to this discussion as well."

Jean turned her attention to the Traveler. "First off, how are your adventures going?"

The Traveler looked at Jean in confusion. Jean called all of them here just to ask them about their adventures? "...Pretty well I guess. I've hit a few obstacles here and there but it was nothing I couldn't handle."

Jean nodded. "That's good to hear. And what about this latest obstacle you're facing?"

Now it was Paimon's turn to be confused. "Latest obstacle...?" she murmured, "Oh! Do you mean [Y/N]?"

Amber, Lisa, and Kaeya all widened their eyes in surprise as they looked at Paimon. Jean nodded once again.

"Yes. That's exactly the reason why I've called you all here. Although I may not know much about [Y/N], I understand that you all have had some experience with them. If you could tell me all that you know about them, I'll get a better understanding of what our next action should be."

The Traveler nodded in understanding before looking around at the others. "Should I go first, or do you all want to share your thoughts now?"

Amber was the first to reply. "Sure! I'll go first. In my opinion, the Traveler and [Y/N] are the same person, but also different people. When I first met the Traveler outside of the Whispering Woods, they introduced themselves as [Y/N]. However, once we dealt with the sources of Stormterror's power in the abandoned Four Winds' Temples, they seemed much livelier. That was when they explained that they were actually [T/N], and [Y/N] was this 'ghost or entity-like thing' that possessed them against their will.

Lisa nodded. "It's true. When we were traversing through the last temple, I felt as if my body was not under my control, but I was still conscious to witness what I was doing. It was scary at first, but after a while, I kind of got used to it."

Jean raised a skeptical brow. "And why is that?"

"Because [Y/N] and I were trying to achieve the same thing. They guided me through the temple, defeated all of the enemies, and destroyed Stormterror's crystal, all things that I originally intended to do myself."

Jean brought a hand to her chin. "Interesting..."

Kaeya raised his hand, signaling to speak next. "It's not just that, either. Later on when I had the Traveler lure some Treasure Hoarders to some ruins, one of them accidentally activated a Ruin Guard while attempting to flee. We managed to take it down, of course, while being guided by [Y/N], but I noticed that I had gotten stronger in between fighting the treasure hoarders outside the ruins and fighting the Ruin Guard. We defeated the Ruin Guard a lot quicker than I thought we would."

Jean furrowed her brows. "But Ruin Guards are a lot harder to defeat than mere Treasure Hoarders. Surely you must be exaggerating?"

Kaeya chuckled. "I can assure you, Jean. The strength I gained when guided by [Y/N] is no exaggeration. Surely you must've felt their presence yourself?"

"Outside of the day when I got burnout, no. But even then, I didn't exactly feel I was much stronger."

"Oh!" Amber blurted out. "Speaking of getting stronger, I've noticed that [Y/N] has improved some of my abilities as well! For example, the day before we pulled that whole sleeping stunt on [Y/N], we were helping them complete some commissions around Mondstadt. While we were completing them, I noticed that I could suddenly fire two arrows with one shot! Not only that, but I was able to manually detonate my Baron Bunny by shooting at it!"

Amber frowned. “The only downside is that I haven't had much success replicating these abilities when I'm not with [Y/N].”

"So you've noticed as well?" Lisa asked. "I thought I was the only one to notice." She turned her attention back to Jean. "You see, [Y/N] typically has me defeat hydro slimes whenever they appear, and with them I'm normally able to defeat them in one or two hits. However, I wanted to test a theory I've been thinking about recently. So I went to go find a hydro slime and see how many hits it took to defeat it. Just as I thought, it took nearly double the number of hits before it was beaten."

"I see. And is this something that we should look into?"

"No. I just thought it was something worth mentioning."

"Alright then. And when [Y/N] does guide you, is it only to complete commissions?" Jean inquired.

"Oh no!" Amber eyes sparkled. "We've been helping the Honorary Knight and [Y/N] all across Teyvat! It's amazing!"

Jean smiled. "Then you all must be enjoying your adventures, I presume?"

"But of course!" exclaimed Amber. "I've always wanted to see the world beyond Mondstadt and it's just as grand as I imagined."

"That's good to hear." Jean then looked down at the floor and sighed. "...Honestly, there are times when I wish I could throw my work to the side and travel alongside you, Honorary Knight."

"Paimon is certain that [Y/N] would love to have you join their Adventure Team! If it becomes possible, Paimon will put in a good word for you."

Jean chuckled. "Thanks, Paimon." She turned her attention to the Traveler. "And what about you? What do you know about [Y/N]?"

"It's a pretty long story. The first time I ever got a clue as to who [Y/N] was was when I was in the middle of helping Albedo with his research. During the middle of some experiments, I felt their presence leaving. However, almost immediately after they left I saw a bright light in the sky. It only lasted for a few seconds, but when the light went away, I saw that it had come from Celestia!"

Jean looked shocked for a moment but quickly composed herself. She had an image to maintain after all. "Really?! From Celestia?"

"Yes. Albedo saw it as well and it piqued his curiosity. To make a long story short, he found out that for a brief moment, the light that spawns from Celestia forms as if one is opening a door to an unlit room. He hypothesizes that whoever [Y/N] is, they are not from Celestia but somewhere beyond it. Maybe even another world entirely."

Kaeya smirked. "From another world, eh? So does that mean [Y/N] is an alien?"

The Traveler shook their head. "I don't think so. Most of the worlds I traveled to before Teyvat were inhabited by humans. I would assume that if [Y/N] is from another world, they would be human as well.

"How certain are you?" inquired Jean.

"I'm like 90% certain they're human," the Traveler confirmed. Amber hummed in thought.

"Do you think they might be a god?"

“A god whose eyes are focused on a world separate from theirs? Sounds unlikely to me,” countered Lisa.

"Regardless..." Jean interjected. "[Y/N] has been absent for a while now, correct?" The Traveler nodded. "Have you thought about continuing your journey without them should they not come back?"

"I've had the thought. But I'm willing to wait however long is necessary if it means I get to see them again."

Jean put a hand to her chin. "Are you sure? I would gladly be willing to have Amber, Lisa, or Kaeya travel with you for the foreseeable future."

Paimon nodded. "It's been almost a week since that incident, and yet Paimon has never seen the Traveler lose any determination at all!"

Jean nodded as well. "I see. In that case, I believe that is all I have to say for this discussion. It was nice meeting you once again, Honorary Knight."

"The same goes for you, Jean.”

Everyone exchanged goodbyes with each other and, minus Jean, prepared to leave the office. However, just before they left...

"Hey. Is it just me, or is it getting brighter outside?"

Kaeya looked towards Amber. "I'm sure it's just the clouds moving past the sun."

Amber shook her head, keeping her gaze towards the window. "No... I didn't see any clouds when I first came in..."

The room was silent. Some looked to the window while others kept their attention on Amber.

Suddenly, Paimon gasped.

"Paimon!" The Traveler shouted in surprise. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"...They're back..." she whispered.

The Traveler tilted their head. "Who's back?"

Paimon was too stunned to speak, but it didn't take long for the Traveler to figure out why. Their eyes grew wide in shock.

"[Y/N]!!" They suddenly exclaimed as they bolted past everyone. Everyone quickly followed the Traveler outside.

Once they all gathered outside. They quickly turned their gaze towards Celestia. Just as they thought, a light, though less noticeable during the day, was slowly getting brighter.

"Sorry, Jean! We've got to go! Don't wanna be late!" Paimon quickly said before everyone aside from Jean was teleported away.

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"It sure is taking a long time to check for updates," you thought.

After countless research, note-taking, and several anxiety breakdowns, you were finally ready to hop back onto Genshin and meet up with the people who you now realize are alive and sentient.

"I hope all this makes a good impression on them."

The door appeared.

With one click, you would be back to where this trouble all started…

Breathe in… Breathe out…

click

The door opened.

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Author Side Notes: I looked at my fanfiction and decided that it needed LORE™

Once again, I'll be editing this chapter over the next upcoming days. I sort of prefer it as opposed to keeping this in my drafts. I don't want you all waiting for the next part too long!

#genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin self aware #sagau x reader #sagau #sagau genshin #platonic genshin x reader #platonic #gn reader #gender neutral reader #genshin impact

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too-deviant · 1 year ago

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mdni 🃏

being taken from the streets by a fellow demigod except they don’t take you to camp half blood, they take you to this cushy cruise ship called the princess andromeda.

they introduce you to their leader, luke castellan, who smirks cheekily at you and tells you all about his movement against the gods.

“i have a feeling that you’re going to fit in here.”

going on little missions for him, moving up in his ranks until you’re practically his second in command.

finding him in the state room one day, and he’s fuming.

i’m talking a jawbone clenching, chest heaving sort of anger.

maybe percy thwarted him again. maybe kronos was giving him attitude. that didn’t matter.

what mattered was that at least you were there — his second in command, ready to do whatever he wanted to help him relax. you would listen to him always.

and so when he tells you in that authoritative, leader of an army voice to take off your shirt, you do. when he tells you to take off your pants — ah, ah, slowly — you do.

and when he bounds over, wraps his hands around your thighs and hitches you up onto the nearest desk, you are more than ready to meet his lips with yours. your moan is a weak whisper in his ear when he pulls you by your asscheeks and presses his crotch against the thin fabric of your panties. it breaks into something louder when he bites down on your collarbone, and then the space between your neck and shoulder.

you sigh when his fingers run gently over the lacy edges of your underwear before pulling them to the side and letting the air reach your already wet pussy.

“always ready for me, huh?”

then he’s messily taking his own jeans off, unzipping them halfway before he looses patience and yanks them down to his thighs, pulling his cock out of his underwear — the red tip leaking precum and making your mouth water.

his thrusts are angry, his huffs and groans echoing around the room. you’re sure the guards at the door can hear you, but neither of you care.

you come once, twice — before he is tightening his grip and finishing inside you. he cleans you up, pulls you down, and sends you off with a smack to the ass and a chuckle.

“thanks for that, sweets.”

#guys i neeed him #@mills drabbles #luke castellan #luke castellan smut #luke castellan x reader

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crumblekitten · 11 days ago

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stressed?

Luke castellan x fem!reader

words: 2.6k

warnings: smut, blowjobs, handjobs, acrylic nail kink?, recording of sexual acts, smoking

you are responsible for your own internet consumption.

Luke Castellan wasn’t exactly a picture perfect boyfriend. He was cold, manipulative, and just about everything else horrible. But he wasn’t always that way. Back when you were younger, before he decided to turn against the gods and Camp Halfblood, he was amazing. He was the best swordsman in camp; everyone loved him and respected him, you included. So when he asked you out, you couldn’t say no. Everything was great for a while, but then Percy Jackson came along and everything about him changed.

So that’s how you’re here on the Princess Andromeda, a massive cruise ship that practically served as the Titan Army’s headquarters. Things weren’t exactly great for you on the ship, but it wasn’t exactly horrible either. Being with Luke meant you got a lot of respect from everyone else, and money. But being with him meant nothing else good for you.

Today was a great example of that. You were sitting in Luke’s room on the ship, listening to him rant about that Percy Jackson kid while he paced back and forth along the length of the room. He had finally gotten a chance to kill Percy, resurrect Thalia, and overthrow Olympus, but the son of Poseidon managed to stop his plans once again. “Who does he think he is?” He asked rhetorically, not waiting for a response from you before he spoke again. “Just because he’s a child of the big three...” he picked up a small trinket off of a nearby shelf, staring down at it angrily as he closed his fist around it.

“He thinks he’s better than me, but he’s not,” he continues, and before you know it, whatever he had picked up went flying just past your head into the wall, shattering on impact. “He’s not fucking better than me!” Luke huffed and sat down at his desk He was breathing heavily, his eyes narrowed in anger as he sat in the desk chair. His fingers were curled against the desk, tapping against it with an annoyed rhythm. He was still seething about Percy- the boy always managed to get in his way somehow and it pissed him off.

You went behind him and took his jaw in your hands, tilting it upwards so he was looking at you “you should relax baby” Luke let out a huff. “Relax? After everything that happened? How can I relax?” he snapped, his tone cold. He tried to shove you away, but you caught his wrist and forced it behind his back. He winced in pain, and despite what he said, he didn’t resist- as much of a tough guy he liked to pretend to be, he’d never fight you seriously. You let go of his wrist and his jaw and he grabbed the pack of cigarettes off his desk and began to search for a lighter still muttering about Percy, He took out a cigarette and placed it in between his teeth, his fingers digging around through his desk’s drawers in search of a lighter. He was clearly aggravated, mumbling under his breath as he began to grow frustrated with his failed search.

“Damn it,” he cursed, rummaging through drawers angrily. “I could’ve sworn there was a lighter in here.” You flicked one on and lit the butt of the cigarette for him His hand trembled a bit as the cigarette lit, and he inhaled heavily. He let out a shaky exhale, smoke coming from his nostrils like a dragon. He seemed to relax a bit as he took another inhale, holding the cigarette in his between his index and middle fingers to keep it steady. He sat back down in the desk chair, and tilted his head back to look up at you. “Thanks,” he muttered. “Mhm” your acrylics tapped against the wood of Luke’s desk His eyes fixated on your fingers as they tapped against the desk, watching the way each nail made contact with the wood. He let out a huff, taking another inhale then exhaling the smoke out through his nose. He leaned back in the chair, his eyes remaining on your manicured hand. “You haven’t been listening to me, y’know,” he spoke up suddenly.

“Oh really?” Your nails where black stiletto, gold cursive letters on the middle and ring fingers on your right hand, gold designs on all the other nails He smirked a bit. “Yeah, really,” he agreed, looking up at you. He grabbed your wrist, his grip tight as he pulled you so that you were standing in front of him. He held your wrist up so that he could get a better look at your nails, running his fingers over the designs and letters, the letters where in calligraphy ‘L.C.’ He raised an eyebrow, a smirk curving his lips up as his eyes traced over the designs on your nails. He hummed in approval, his hand still holding your wrist captive. “I’m guessing these are for me?” He asked, his voice taking on a slightly teasing tone. “You’re the one paying for them.” His eyebrow stayed raised as his smirk widened into a grin. “Yeah, yeah I am,” he agreed, his grip on your wrist loosened as he continued to study your fingers. He brought your hand up to his mouth and placed a kiss right next to your middle finger. “They’re hot,” he commented, his breath warm against your hand. “If you like them you’ll certainly like what I have on under this.” Your tone was teasing, trying to get a reaction out of him Luke’s eyes darkened at that, his grip on your wrist tightening again. “Is that so,” he replied, the words coming out as a low growl. He stood up, his body close to yours. He was much taller, his face just above yours as he stared down at you with half-lidded eyes. “Maybe you should give me a sneak peak”

You chuckled and took his hand that wasn’t holding the cigarette and guided it under your crop top the fabric bunching up to reveal a black bra with gold embellishment and lace. Luke’s eyes darkened even more, a smirk playing on his lips. His hand still held the cigarette, but now his other one was under your top, his hand roaming over your skin and the fabric of the black bra. He took another drag from the cigarette, his eyes traveling over your body appreciatively. “I always love how you look in black.” he purred. “You love how I look when I’m half naked.” “You’re not wrong,” he said with a low chuckle. His hand continued to roam over your body, his touch now moving to your waist. He brought the cigarette back to his lips and took another inhale, then leaned his head down so that his face was centimetres from yours. “I’d love you even more if you were fully naked,” he murmured, his eyes boring into you.

“I could most certainly do that for you.” “Please,” he all but growled, his grip on you tightening. He took another puff of his cigarette, his eyes roaming over you as he took in your form. “Lose the clothes,” he ordered, his tone dark and commanding. He brought the cigarette up to his mouth, the tip glowing as he inhaled. “Now.” You pulled off the crop top and discarded it next to his desk, and then your hands went to your shorts and then pulled those off tossing it somewhere next to your shirt, the panties matched the bra “Good girl,” he murmured, his eyes roaming over your body. He was looking at you like you were a piece of art, his gaze drinking in every bit he could see. He took another drag of the cigarette and tilted his head, blowing the smoke over your body. He was staring at you like he wanted to devour you.

You sank onto your knees in front of him and your hands went to his shirt, starting to unbutton it Luke didn’t stop you. In fact he leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving yours as he sat back and let you unbutton his shirt. He inhaled from his cigarette, the smoke coming from his nostrils making him look like a dragon. “You look good on your knees,” he said, his tone low and suggestive. You let out a low huff, you only undid the first few buttons before moving your hands down to his belt.

He let out a hum in approval. He was watching you intently, his eyes dark with desire as you moved you hand to his belt. He took another drag from the cigarette, the smoke coming from his nose as his smirk grew. “And what exactly are you doing down there, princess?” he teased, his voice low and gravelly. “Did you not want me to?” Your nails trailed over the bulge in his pants. “I didn’t say that” he replied. He inhaled from the cigarette, his eyes locked on yours as your fingers traced over his pants. He let out a soft moan as you touched him, his smirk widening into a wolfish grin. “Keep going,” he encouraged, the order coming out as a low command. You undid his belt and unzipped his jeans just enough to have access to him He inhaled slowly, his breath hitching as you unzipped his jeans. He was getting more and more turned on as you teased him. He took another drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke slowly. “You’re teasing me,” he murmured, his voice low and dark. “What exactly are you playing at, princess?”

“Shhh, relax” you pulled him out of his boxers, he was thick and long with a mushroom tip, a prominent vain ran up his shaft and you traced it with your nail He let out a hiss through clenched teeth as you pulled him out, his head tilting back. His eyes were still locked on yours, and they had darkened significantly- he was completely under your spell. He took another drag from his cigarette, his hand shaking as he tried to keep the cigarette from burning him. “What are you trying to do to me,” he said huskily. You spat in your right hand and wrapped it around his tip, slowly pumping

A low groan came from the back of his throat, his eyes closing as you wrapped your hand around his length. He was completely under your control now, his breathing heavier as his body responded to your touch. He took another drag from his cigarette, his hand trembling as he inhaled. “That feels good,” he rasped, his voice low and dark. “Don’t stop.” Luke pulled out his phone, his hand trembling as he aimed the camera at you. He was watching you through the lens, his eyes dark with lust as he recorded the scene. He took another drag from his cigarette, the smoke coming out slowly from his nose. “You look beautiful like this, princess,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “Keep going.” You moved your thumb over the slit in his tip smearing the small bit of pre and your hands continue to pump him.

His breath hitched and his hips involuntarily bucked at the sensation, the camera in his hand shaking. He let out a low moan, his eyes still locked on you. “That’s it, princess,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Keep going.” He took another drag from the cigarette, the smoke coming out of his mouth in wispy curls. He was trying his best to capture the scene, but he was having trouble focusing. You started to move your hand up and down faster occasionally spitting onto his length to add more lube. He let out a low moan, his eyes rolling back in his head. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open, the pleasure building up inside him. He could feel the climax coming, and he was desperate for it. He took another drag from the cigarette, the smoke coming out of his mouth in a long stream. He had given up on trying to record now, the camera in his hand trembling. “Princess..” he said, his voice rough. He tossed his phone onto the desk and his hands gripped the arms of the chair.

He let out a low growl as he tossed the phone away, his eyes still locked on you. His hands gripped the arms of the chair, his knuckles turning white as he held onto it for dear life. He was getting close, the pleasure building up inside him stronger and stronger. He was panting heavily, his breath coming in short little gasps. He was trying to hold on, but it was getting harder and harder. He took another drag from the cigarette, and he was shaking now. “You close?” “Yeah, really close..” he said, his voice low and rough. He was barely able to form words now, the pleasure was getting so overwhelming. He took another drag from the cigarette, the smoke coming out of his mouth in a steady stream. He was gripping the arms of the chair so tightly, his knuckles were white. “Just go a bit faster..” he pleaded, his eyes locked on you.

“I’ll do you one better” you flicked some of your hair out of your face and slowly wrapped your lips around his tip. He let out a strangled moan, his head falling back onto the chair. He was completely undone, completely at your mercy. He reached down and gripped your hair, his hand shaking with desperation. He needed to feel you, and the thought of having your mouth on him was almost too much to handle. He took another drag from the cigarette, the smoke swirling around him in a haze. “God, you’re so good..” he managed to say, his voice hoarse. He stubbed the cigarette out on an ashtray on his desk and his hands gripped came and pulled your hair into a half-assed ponytail as you moved your mouth over him. He held your hair with a tight grip, his hand trembling as he held your head in place. He was completely lost in pleasure, his eyes closed and his mouth open. He took another drag from the cigarette, his hand shaking as he moved his head, the smoke coming out of his mouth in long streams. He couldn’t even think straight anymore- he was too consumed with pleasure. He was getting close, he could feel it building up inside him. His body was trembling, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

“Princess,” he managed to gasp out. “I’m going to-” He was getting close, his body was trembling, he wasn’t going to last much longer. He tried to hold on, but you pushed him over the edge. He came hard, letting out a strangled moan as he threw his head back. His body was still trembling, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He let go of your hair, his fingers slowly uncurling from your head. He looked at your face, his eyes still dark with desire, but now there was a hint of something else in them. He watched you as you looked up at him, your face flushed. You pulled off of him and swallowed his release He watched you with lust-filled eyes, his gaze never wavering. He was still coming down from his high, his body trembling and his breath coming in short gasps. He reached down and gripped your chin, his hand still trembling. He raised your head so that you were looking at him. “You’re so good, princess..” he murmured, his voice still rough. “So, so good.”

“Glad you liked it.” You stood up and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead He let out a soft hum as you kissed his forehead, his gaze softening slightly. He was still coming down from the high of his release, and he was completely relaxed now. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his lap, his body still trembling slightly. “I more than liked it,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “I loved it.” “Good.”

“Between the secondhand smoke and the glass on the street You gave me nothing whatsoever but a reason to leave” -sleep token

#luke castellan #percy jackson #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan smut #fanfic

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castellanapologist · 1 month ago

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Pomegranate

(TW: Noncon kissing, mean luke. Enjoy!)

Kronos. That name echoed in your head day in and day out. There wasn’t much to occupy your time anyhow. You spent your days chained in a cabin aboard some ship named “Princess Andromeda”. That’s what you had heard Luke call it anyway. Luke. Your eyes squeeze shut at the thought of him. How unhinged he had seemed. A different man you had crushed on back at camp.

His normal dark eyes had a golden hue now, tinged with slight mania. It frightened you. Luke visited your room often, as he preferred to bring you your food and drink. The first time you had assumed he was coming to save you. Some part of you hadn’t believed it when everyone said Luke had betrayed camp. Seeing him in the flesh had made your heart jump and had you thanking him for saving you.

He had laughed, cooing at you for your trust in him. “I have saved you. From that wretched camp.”

You didn’t know how long you had been aboard. Weeks? Months? Time didn’t make sense anymore. The only way you could keep track was how you were chained. When you had first been captured, you had been bound by your hands and feet. After a while your non-dominant hand had been set free. Then your dominant. Finally, all that remained chained was your left foot. The chain was long enough you could walk almost completely to the door, but stopped just short of you being able to reach it.

Luke had promised when he could trust you, you could be free of this room. Come to his. A few months ago you could have swooned over that promise. Would be blushing over how he sits with you for hours, lays his head on your lap or how he always has your favorite foods ready. You had questioned him once how he knew what you liked and for a split second you swore you saw the old Luke, a small blush dusting his cheeks.

“I remember everything you like.”

You play absentmindedly with the sheets of your bed, a tiredness pulling at your eyes. You contemplated sleeping, but the rumble in your stomach suggested otherwise. Luke would be back soon anyhow. He could never stay away for long. And speak of the devil…

Luke enters your room holding a plate of food, already smiling at you. You weakly smile back, knowing if you don’t he gets…agitated. He sits next to you and shows you the dinner of the night. You hum your approval and turn to face him completely. He had grown fond of feeding you when your arms had been chained and wasn’t willing to give it up even when he freed them. You open your mouth obediently for the fork.

It's quiet besides your chewing but you prefer it this way. Some nights he rants and raves for hours about the “golden age” he’ll bring for demigods. You could hardly stand to see him so crazed over a pointless war. When you’ve eaten your last bite he places the plate on your nightstand before facing you once more. He gently cradles your face in his hands, thumb rubbing your cheek. If you close your eyes, you could almost picture this happening at camp.

It's moments like this that give you hope the old Luke is still in there. Underneath all the paranoia and mania there’s still the boy who everyone looked up to. Luke tugs your face closer to kiss your forehead. You feel your heart constrict in your chest and the overwhelming urge to cry. When he pulls back, the golden hue is duller now, his dark eyes swimming with affection.

“You’ve been very good recently.” He muses. You murmur a thank you before he continues. His hand plays with your ankle chain. “Tomorrow you’ll move into my room. It would be tonight but unfortunately I won’t be in my quarters until late. I’d prefer to be there on your first night.”

You swallow before thanking him again. You’ve learned he likes when you thank him, even for small stuff. Moving into his quarters turned your stomach. Part of you is excited to be in a new space, to be with him even if he’s not the same. The other rational part of you is screaming ‘DANGER’. His thumb continues its soothing tub of your cheek while your mind wars with itself. After a while, he reluctantly pulls away and goes to leave. Before he does, he presses his lips to your forehead once more.

Restless sleep came over you, dreams of Luke’s erratic behavior getting worse plaguing your sleep. You wake up more than once, feeling eyes on you. Even when you search, you find nothing. Morning comes slowly and once again Luke. He’s visibly excited and to your surprise there's no food in his hand. He must sense your disappointment because he comes over to embrace you. You hate how you melt into his embrace.

“Don’t worry sweet girl, breakfast is waiting for you. We’re moving you this morning, I couldn’t wait until tonight. Come with me.” Luke says into your hair. Your heart pounds and you nod silently. He kneels to where the chain is connected, unlocking your ankle. The weight falls and you can hardly believe it. Luke stands once more and grabs your hand, interlacing your fingers with his. His smile is sweet yet you know that while the physical chain is gone, you’re still trapped.

“Just follow me. Can you walk? Or do you need me to carry you?” He asks. You shake your head as his hands drop to lift you.

“I can walk.” You say softly. He looks slightly disappointed but interlaces your fingers once more and leads you out. You can’t move your head fast enough to take everything in after so long in the cabin. Even just the hallway is fascinating to see. Luke’s moving too fast, maybe on purpose. You slightly stumble and he whirls around in glee. He scoops you up in his arms which causes you to yelp and cling to him. His self-satisfied smirk tells you everything you need to know. Once you arrive at his cabin, he slows. Opening the door, he smiles softly down at you.

Luke steps over the threshold of his room, his eyes boring into yours. You can’t tell whether to be relieved that the manic golden hue is still dimmed or overwhelmed by the fact these actions are his own. He gently places you on the bed, towering over you. You feel ridiculously small below him. A silence stretches before his hands come to cup your face. You can’t help but lean into his touch.

“Luke…” You whisper. “Why is this happening?”

“This is our destiny!” He exclaims, gripping you tighter. “The Gods are our enemy. They don’t care about us.”

Your cheeks are squished in his hold, his grip bordering on painful. The manic glow in his eyes brightens and you feel your breath hitch. Fuck. You need to calm him down before things escalate. Your hands grasp at his wrists.

“Luke-” You gasp out. “It's okay, I know. I’m on your side-”

“Why did he abandon me?” Luke shouts suddenly, nails digging into your skin. You whimper in pain, squeezing your eyes shut. He lets go, and you open your eyes in time to see Luke crumpled to his knees. He shoves his head into your lap, breathing heavily. It feels like your hands automatically find purchase in his curls, soothing him. It's silent in the room for a bit with the only disruption being his breathing. Your heart pounds as you try to calm him down.

“Luke, what he did was awful. He’s a terrible father.” You agree with him, thinking of your own parent who had barely acknowledged you. Luke grips your hips tighter as he mumbles something into your lap. One of your hand snakes down to cup his cheek, raising his face up. The golden hue has dimmed once more and you can’t help yourself. You press your lips to his. Luke relaxes against you and moves his mouth in sync. It’s not the first kiss you two have shared since you’ve been brought here, but it's the first one you’ve initiated. Once you break apart, Luke looks so defeated.

He whispers your name like a prayer. “I’m sorry.”

You shake your head. “I’m not mad Luke. I’m here for you.”

He remains silent for a short while before covering your hand with his. “I don’t want you to leave me.” He says softly, like if he speaks any louder you’ll run. You nibble on your lip as you stare into his eyes. His other hand comes up to tug your lip loose.

“I won’t Luke. I’m here with you.” You relent, leaning closer. He closes his eyes before kissing you again. It's slow and tender, like he’s afraid. When he pulls away again he looks decided on something. Luke stands and your hands drop to your lap as he towers over you once more.

“I’ll be back later. Food will arrive shortly okay?” He says softly. You nod and he kisses your forehead before stepping back. You almost miss his warmth as he leaves the room. The day passes rather quickly. Especially since you now have a window to look out. The view is breathtaking, and you never realized how much you loved sunsets until they had been taken away from you. Just as the sun's orange hues have covered the room, Luke comes home. You turn to face him, feeling your breath catch. In the golden light, you feel transported back to camp. He looks beautiful.

He crosses the room in two strides, grabbing your face and pulling you into a fierce kiss. You melt against him, fisting at his shirt. He’s kissing you desperately like a man dying. You can barely keep up and when he enters your mouth you can’t help but moan. Suddenly you feel something being pushed into your mouth and your eyes fly open. You try and pull away only for Luke to hold you in place by the back of your head. You struggle against him but it's futile. The taste of pomegranate makes you recoil like you’ve been burned.

Luke pulls away and clamps a hand over your mouth before you can spit them out. Your breath comes out in heaves as you try to get away but he simply won’t let you. Your tongue automatically rolls the seeds around in your mouth and you count a total of six. Six. Six pomegranate seeds. You panic more which makes him coo at you.

“Shhh baby I know. Just chew. Can’t risk you leaving. Never want you to leave.” He murmurs. You try to shake your head but his grip is too strong. His hand slips from the back of your head and snakes to your jaw, gripping it tight and forcing you to chew. Tears spring to your eyes as the seeds burst and flood your mouth with the juice. You try to refuse to swallow but Luke pinches your nose and it’s only a matter of time until you do.

He leans in to kiss you again and you try to dodge only for him to yank you back by your jaw. His lips slot against yours so gently you can almost ignore his bruising grip. Again he tries to push his tongue in but you firmly keep your lips shut. He insistantly pushes again but you deny him once more. His hand comes to yank your hair, making you gasp and allowing him inside. Six more seeds are shoved into your mouth and you know it’s futile to resist. You swallow. Luke pulls back with a manic grin.

“Now we can be together forever.”

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deathricedrawn · 8 months ago

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AWWWHGHHGJH THIS IS SO SWEET??? THANK YOU.....

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noisynaia · 3 months ago

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𝑨 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒆

pairing: Marcus Pike x f!reader

word count: 3.0k

note: Fluff. Drinking. Colleagues to lovers. Mutual pining. Written for the lovely @pedrostories Secret Santa event ♥︎ My gift is for @always-andromeda , I hope you like it! It was so lovely to get to write for this blog again, and so exciting to share my first fic in a year and my first ever Marcus story! Thank you so much for the prompts, I tried to mix them both together, but it ended up dividing a bit from that first plan and turn into something else ♥︎

(This is the first fic I've written in a year and english isn't my native language, so I apoligies for any possible mistakes ♥︎)

The air hangs thick with the scent of pine needles and something suspiciously like cheap eggnog. The office is decked out in holiday cheer. Tinsel glints off the overly-enthusiastic Christmas decorations strung across the office, a jarring contrast to the usually austere environment. Twinkling lights are adorning the walls, and a massive tree stands proudly in the corner, its ornaments shimmering softly under the warm glow. Laughter fills the air as colleagues mingle, while festive music is playing in the background. It is the annual holiday party at the precinct, and the atmosphere is filled with a sense of camaraderie and celebration.

You are standing near the refreshment table, a glass of spiced wine in your hand, watching the cheerful chaos unfold before you. Your gaze drifts across the room, landing on Marcus, who is in the midst of animatedly chatting with a group of detectives, his smile infectious, and his laughter like music to your ears. You have harbored a crush on him since the day he started at the precinct, and tonight, with him looking so dashing under the twinkling lights, that crush feels more potent than ever.

Just as you’re lost in your daydream of Marcus’s charming smile, the sound of a familiar voice cuts through the festive din. It’s Harold, the department’s oldest and most verbose agent, and he’s making a beeline for you. “Ah, there you are! I’ve been meaning to talk to you about the new policies coming in next year,” he begins, his voice booming over the festive music. His passion for regulations is palpable, and his eyes light up as he launches into a detailed explanation of compliance protocols, the words spilling out like a torrent as you nod politely.

You try to interject, to steer the conversation towards lighter topics, but Harold is in full flow, oblivious to your subtle attempts at diversion. He recounts every last detail, his hands animatedly gesturing, as you mentally calculate the number of holiday cookies you could have consumed instead of standing here. You definitely need another drink to endure this conversation. Preferably something stronger.

As Harold continues his monologue, you glance over at Marcus again, still engrossed in his chat with the detectives, the laughter radiating from their group like a beacon. A small pang of envy hits you; how easy it seems for him to connect with others, while you’re trapped in this policy discussion. But just then his head turns and your eyes lock across the room.

Time seems to slow as you feel the warmth of his gaze wash over you, momentarily breaking through the haze of Harold’s relentless chatter. Marcus’s smile broadens, a genuine connection sparking between you like the twinkling lights around the room. He raises his glass in a playful toast, and for a heartbeat, it feels as if the chaotic buzz of the party fades away, leaving only the two of you in that shared moment.

You lift your own glass in response, the spiced wine glinting in the soft light as you return his toast. The world around you blurs as you focus solely on Marcus, your heart racing with excitement and a hint of nervousness. His gaze is warm and inviting, making you feel as though you’re the only one in the room.

You smile back at him, but not as broad as his. He seems to notice, raising a brow in a silent question. Just then, Harold’s voice breaks through the enchantment, his monologue picking up speed as he transitions to the next policy. You catch snippets about “streamlining processes” and “regulatory compliance,” but your thoughts are elsewhere. You can’t help but steal another glance at Marcus, who is still looking your way, seemingly unbothered by the raucous laughter surrounding him.

You let out a little sigh, which Harold doesn’t seem to even register, as you try to focus enough on the conversation to hum along at the right times and ad and “oh, really,” at the appropriate time. But you can’t help but look over in the direction of Marcus again. You heal how your heart softly flutters in your chest as you watch him make his way through the crowd in your direction.

“Hey there!” Marcus calls out, his voice cutting through the festive noise with a warmth that sends a thrill through you. He stops just in front of you, his gaze shifting from you to Harold and then back to you. a gentle smile lingering on his face.

“Hey,” you say back, your voice a mix of surprise and excitement, momentarily forgetting all about Harold’s policy monologue. You’re suddenly aware of how the spiced wine feels warm in your hand, and how the alcohol is warming you up from the inside.

“Am I interrupting something?” Marcus asks, his tone light and polite as he glances at Harold, who immediately seems to deflate under the charming weight of Marcus’s presence.

“Oh, not at all!” Harold replies. “Just discussing the new compliance protocols for next year. Absolutely riveting stuff, I assure you.”

“Oh, I can imagine. You must tell me about them after the holidays,” Marcus says, his smile is easy, and the way he leans casually against the table makes your heart skip a beat as he turns to you again. “I’ve been meaning to talk with you all night. I need to ask you about something for the report on the Sollery case.”

You can’t help but smile. There is no Sollery case, but you’re not about to correct him. Instead you play along, immensely grateful for Marcus’ graceful way of saving you from Harold’s relentless monologue. “Of course,” you reply, your heart racing as you revel in the attention. The warmth of the spiced wine seems to spread throughout your body, mingling with the butterflies flitting around in your stomach.

You say a polite goodbye to Harold before he can dive back into another detailed explanation of compliance, the relief washing over you as you follow Marcus to a quieter corner in the other end of the room. The festive music swells around you, but it feels like a distant hum compared to the electricity crackling between you and Marcus.

“So, what do you need to know about the ‘Sollery case’?” you ask, a teasing lilt to your voice, eager to maintain the playful banter.

He chuckles softly, his brown eyes shining as he looks at you, a slight flush is dusting his cheeks, from the alcohol you assume. He looks adorable.

“You looked like you needed a rescue,” he replies, his voice low and conspiratorial, “and I just couldn’t let you endure another second of Harold’s riveting lecture on compliance protocols. I mean, I love the guy, but sometimes it feels like listening to paint dry.”

You let out a genuine laugh, the sound buoyed by the atmosphere around you. “You have no idea how grateful I am. I was convinced I’d have to start counting the decorations on the tree just to stay awake.”

Marcus grins, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “Well, I’m glad I could save you. I can’t let our brightest agent fall asleep at the Christmas party. That would be a tragedy.”

He nudges you playfully with his elbow, and you feel your heart race at the light touch.

“And uhm, speaking of saving,” he continues, his expression turning slightly more serious but still warm, the flush on his cheeks darkening just the slightest. “I was wondering if you’d like to come over to my place after this? I have a bottle of whiskey that I think we could both use after the year we’ve had.”

Your breath catches for a moment, the invitation hanging in the air between you like the lighted ornaments strung above your heads. “Whiskey?” you ask, feigning nonchalance while your heart races with excitement. “What kind?”

“Only the best,” he replies, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “I promise it’s not eggnog.”

You laugh, feeling the tension ease slightly. There’s something about the way he looks at you, something that makes you feel seen in a way that you haven’t before. “Well, I do like whiskey,” you say, your voice teasing.

“Great,” he says, his smile broadening, and you can’t help but feel a swell of happiness at his invitation. This is more than just a drink; it feels like a chance to finally connect with him outside of work, away from the watchful eyes of colleagues.

You take a sip of your spiced wine, trying to calm the excitement bubbling within you. You stay at the party for a bit, chatting and laughing with your colleagues together with Marcus, the warmth of his presence enveloping you like a cozy blanket. After about an hour Marcus leans in a little. “Ready to get out of here?”

You nod eagerly, a smile spreading across your face at the thought of leaving the crowded FBI office behind. “Absolutely,” you reply, your voice light with anticipation. The idea of spending time alone with Marcus makes your heart flutter, and you feel a rush of excitement as you both make your way towards the exit.

The cold december air hits you as you step outside, a stark contrast to the warmth of the office, but it’s refreshing. Marcus walks beside you, his presence comforting as you both navigate the snow-dusted sidewalk. The streetlights shimmer against the night sky. You make light conversation as you walk towards the metro station.

The city is alive with holiday lights, casting a warm glow over the streets. You can’t help but steal glances at Marcus as you walk next to him, the way he moves with a casual confidence, his laughter still echoing in your ears. The anticipation of what the night holds has your heart racing, a mix of nerves and excitement simmering just beneath the surface.

As you approach the metro station, the atmosphere shifts slightly. The previous bustle of the office party has now faded completely into the background of your mind, and the intimate setting with just you and Marcus now feels charged with a new energy. You both descend the steps to the platform, the sound of your footsteps echoing off the concrete walls.

“So,” Marcus begins, his tone light, “how are you spending your holiday season this year?”

You chuckle, leaning against the cool metal railing. “Alone,” you admit with a playful shrug, trying to keep the mood light. “Just me, some takeout, and a few too many holiday movies. It’s gonna be casual.”

Marcus raises an eyebrow, a hint of disbelief mixed with amusement playing on his lips. “Alone? What about family or friends?”

“I mean, I have family, but they’re several states away, and I’d rather not deal with the holiday chaos,” you reply, a hint of defensiveness slipping into your tone. “Plus, my couch and a good movie sound pretty appealing right now.”

“Fair enough,” he says, his expression softening. “I’m spending Christmas alone too this year—just me and a stack of books I’ve been meaning to tackle.” He chuckles, a genuine warmth in his eyes. “I guess we’re both in the same boat, huh?”

“You’re not going back to Texas over the break?”

“Nah, I decided to stay here this year. I love my family, and it would be nice to see them, but a lot happened back home before I transferred. Kind of left there heartbroken and I’m not sure I’m ready to go back just yet, even though I’m mostly over it,” he replies, glancing at you with a slightly embarrassed smile.

You nod in understanding, the weight of his words resonating with you. You open your mouth, you want to say something, even though you’re not even sure about what to say, but then the train arrives with a rush of wind and a clatter of metal on metal. You both step back, momentarily distracted by its arrival. As it slows to a halt, the doors slide open.

Marcus gestures for you to enter first, and you can’t help but notice the way he stands just a little closer than necessary, the warmth of his body radiating towards you. You step into the metro car and find a place to settle in, the metallic seats cool against your skin. Marcus sits beside you, his shoulder brushing against yours, sending a thrill of excitement through you.

As the train starts moving, the rhythmic clattering of the tracks fills the silence, and you glance sideways at Marcus. He’s looking out the window, the lights reflecting in his eyes, and for a moment, you just take him in. There’s something undeniably comforting about being with him, an ease that feels almost electric.

“Is it your first time spending Christmas alone?” you ask, breaking the comfortable silence, your voice soft. “It’s my first time, my first time spending the whole holiday alone… I’m starting to worry it might be a bit lonely.”

He turns his gaze back to you, his expression thoughtful. “Yeah, it is my first time, but it’s just a few days, right? I think it might be good though, to have some time to regroup. Plus,” he adds with a smirk, “I can’t wait to binge-watch whatever I want, I haven’t had time to watch a show in ages.”

You laugh, the sound bubbling up easily. “True! That’s a definite perk.”

“And, you know, if I’m lucky, I might even get to finish that book series I’ve been meaning to read,” he says, an excited, almost boyish, glint in his eyes.

“What series?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“It’s a fantasy series,” he replies, his enthusiasm infectious. “It’s about dragons and magic and all that good stuff. I know it sounds really nerdy, but it’s amazing!”

You can’t help but let out a little chuckle, hiding your mouth behind your glove covered hand. He really doesn’t have any idea about how adorable he is, and it warms your heart. “Of course, you’re a fantasy nerd,” you giggle, shaking your head gently.

Marcus feigns offense, his eyes widening in mock indignation. “I’ll have you know that fantasy is a very legitimate genre! It’s all about world-building, character development, and epic battles. Plus, who wouldn’t want to ride a dragon?” He leans in closer, a playful glint in his eyes, and you can’t help but lean in too, drawn by his enthusiasm.

“Okay, okay, you make a compelling argument,” you concede, laughter still dancing in your voice.

“Seriously, you should give it a try. I think you will like it actually.”

“I might just take you up on that,” you say, your heart racing with the idea of sharing something with him. “Maybe I’ll start it over the holidays,” you reply, smiling at him. “I could use some good escapism.”

He smiLes at you, but you don’t get to talk more about it. The train begins to slow as it approaches your stop, and Marcus shifts slightly, his arm brushing against yours again. You feel a warmth spreading through you, a sense of closeness that makes your heart flutter.

As the doors slide open, you both step out into the crisp night air. The walk to his place is short but filled with light-hearted banter and laughter.

Finally, you reach his townhouse. Unlocking the door, Marcus leads you inside, turning on the light of the hallway as he closes the door behind you. He takes your coat hanging it on the coat hanger while you take off your boots before showing you to the living room. The cozy setting, filled with soft light and comfy looking furniture, feels welcoming and familiar.

Marcus moves to the kitchen, and you take a moment to look around. The walls are lined with shelves filled with books, and a few framed pictures catch your eye—some of him with friends, others of family, and one of him as a kid with a goofy grin on his face.

“Make yourself at home,” he calls out from the other room, you can hear the clink of glasses.

You settle onto the plush couch, feeling a wave of contentment wash over you as you sink into the cushions. The warmth of the room envelops you, and you can’t help but smile softly as you take it all in.

Moments later, he reappears with two glasses in hand, a bottle of whiskey perched under his arm. “I hope you like it neat,” he says, pouring a generous amount into each glass and handing one to you. “Cheers to a surprisingly delightful holiday evening.”

You clink your glass against his, the sound ringing with a sense of promise. “Cheers,” you echo, taking a sip. The rich, smooth flavor warms you from the inside out, and you savor the moment. “Thank you for having me, and thank you for saving me from Harold earlier.”

Marcus chuckles, the sound warm and genuine. “Anytime. I’d take a night with you over compliance protocols any day,” he replies, leaning back against the couch, his glass resting comfortably in his hand.

“Ditto,” you smile in response. You watch him, the way his eyes light up when he talks, how he seems to genuinely enjoy your company. The atmosphere is relaxed, filled with the soft hum of distant holiday music coming from his speakers. The tension you felt earlier at the party has melted away, replaced by a sense of ease that envelops you both.

“You know…” Marcus’ expression changes as he leans forward to put his glass down on the coffee table. “I was thinking… Since you are spending the holiday alone, and I’m spending it alone, and you said you were scared that it might get lonely…” He takes a deep breath before continuing and you feel your heart fluttering in your chest as you realize where this is going. “Maybe... we could make it a little less lonely together?” His voice is soft yet hopeful, and you can see the sincerity in his brown eyes.

Your heart skips a beat at the suggestion. “That sounds nice.”

“It does?”

“Yeah, it really does,” you respond, your voice steady despite the fluttering excitement beneath the surface. “I’d love to spend the holiday with you. It sounds… perfect, actually.”

A smile spreads across Marcus’s face, a mix of relief and joy that makes your heart swell. “Yeah, really perfect...”

Unbeknownst to the two of you, this would be the first of many, many holidays spent together.

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antivan-sprig · 17 days ago

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Rook Mythology Asks

Hello DA friends! Hitting you with some more Rook asks. It’s very fun reading all your answers (and I really do try to read them all!) Hopefully these are relatively different than my previous asks, these are, once again vaguely, related to Greek + Roman mythology.

Feel free to use as an ask game or just to inspire some writing.

Thanks to @bubblecat-co for helping me come up with a theme!

Companions/NPCs dynamics:

Rhea: Did your Rook know any of the companions/NPCs before the events of the game?

Eris: Does Rook ever have any disagreements with any NPCs/Companions?

Sisyphus: How does Rook react to Lucanis/Neve after The Big Choice™️

Hestia: Who would Rook feel most comfortable confiding in?

Hades: Do any of the NPCs have strong opinions/feelings about Rook? Do these change throughout the events of the game?

Leda: How does Rook react to the spirits they encounter in the game?

Views on Others:

Ariadne: How does Rook interact with people of different societal backgrounds?

Minos: What does Rook think about people of a different faith? Does this affect how they interact with them?

Pavo: How polite/formal is Rook?

Medea: How would someone have described your Rook as a child and/or teen?

Andromeda: Is Rook perceived as pretty/attractive? (Feel free to brag a little, or drag them!)

Values:

Oedipus: Has Rook ever been in a situation where they had to choose between someone (or group) they were loyal to and their own ethical values?

Agamemnon: How does Rook react when they make a mistake or wrong someone?

Orestes: Does Rook believe in “the greater good?”

Eunomia: What’s their opinion on rules, laws, and order?

Cygnus: Does Rook ever lie? To what extent?

Past games:

Nyx: Did the blight in DAO affect them?

Apollo: Where does Rook stand on the mage/templar situation? (Flashbacks to DA2 discourse 🙀)

Ares: Did Anders do anything wrong? (Theoretically, if they knew who he was, what would they think of his actions?)

Delphi: Do/did they believe the Inquisitor was the Herald of Andraste?

Icarus: How do they feel about Solas? Does this change throughout the events of the game?

Zeus: What does Rook think about the elven gods?

Self:

Hecate: What scent(s) would Spite (or any spirit) identify your Rook with?

Persephone: If Rook was possessed by a spirit, which type of spirit would be attracted to them? Would Rook alter the spirit? (Ex: Justice ➡️ judgement, compassion ➡️ cloying, or passion ➡️ obsession)

Medusa: How would Rook feel about becoming an abomination? Would they ever seek separation?

(Side note: abomination feels like a word that would eventually be seen as offensive in Thedas.)

Pandora: Describe a time where Rook experienced a severe negative emotion (terror, rage, guilt, helplessness, wrath, jealousy, etc!)

Psyche: Does Rook like themselves?

#hopefully I didn’t repeat anybody #asks #liselath de riva #dragon age: the veilguard #dragon age #datv rook #datv #da4 rook #da4 #ask game #da:tv #da: the veilguard #crow rook #rook de riva #about my rook

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emilys-bangs · 7 months ago

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Andromeda 50 perhaps?

Thank you for requesting <3 this is the prompt “I think you’re beautiful.”

Part of the 200 celebration

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warning: mentions of blood and nosebleeds

The bathroom lights must be harsh on Emily’s eyes. You guess so, because she blinks rapidly, wetness lining her waterline and occasionally dipping outside her eyes, smearing her usually meticulous mascara.

The tissue she’s holding to her nose is already soaked through with red, so you grab another one and gently nudge her hand away. Emily tosses the sodden tissue in the trash, wincing when the fresh one nestles above her cupid’s bow even though you try your hardest to keep your touch light.

“Sorry,” you murmur, your stomach flipping with equal parts nausea and anger. Not at the blood, but at the way her face twists despite her best efforts, one of her hands clenched around the ceramic edge of the sink, her knuckles forming white stars beneath her skin.

And the anger, it rushes restlessly in time with your blood.

You hadn’t been there when the volatile suspect jumped at her in the interrogation room, his fist colliding with her nose because of her provocations. You had been with JJ, trying to calm the restless media that gathered around the precinct, hungry for the identity of the man that tormented their city for weeks.

Now you only wish you could’ve been there, to repay him the favor yourself.

“S’okay,” Emily mumbles. She leans back against the counter even though you’ve told her to stay upright, but you let it slide. Her fingers take over, holding the tissue gingerly in place, and your own hand falls away.

You can feel her staring as you grab the ice pack you’d gotten her from a first aid kit and pop it, the heat of her gaze steady on your cheeks as cold spreads across your hands. You don’t shy away from her eyes as you gently hold the ice pack to the swollen bridge of her nose.

“Why are you staring?”

Though it’s meant to sound light and teasing, it isn’t. Your voice is too hushed, your hands too tender as you carefully try to press the ice pack to the bruised skin under her eyes.

Emily finally drops her gaze as she lifts the tissue from her septum. This one is not as soaked with blood, but she still tosses it away and grabs another piece you’d torn out for her.

“Jus’ waiting for you to run away.” She says, the words muffled into the tissue. Her voice is not the silken honey it usually is; it’s nasal, stuffy as if she’s sick, but it still twists your heart all the same.

“Why would I?” You ask quietly.

Emily’s eyes meet yours again and she shrugs, the fluorescent lights swirling in the depths of endless brown. “’m kinda scary to look at.”

The harsh lights overhead are unforgiving. Everything is thrown into sharp relief; Emily’s swollen nose, her runny mascara and the purple bruising creeping under her eyes. She’s pale from the blood loss, the blues and yellows and purples made all the more clear on her ashy face. There’s blood smeared on her fingertips, seeping through the tissue she’s holding to her nose. Her eyes, wide and hazy with pain, are a little bloodshot, red webbing through the white similarly to lightning.

Scary, the word echoes. Maybe to someone else.

But not to you.

“I think you’re beautiful.”

It’s immediately noticeable, the red that spreads across her cheeks. Pale skin turns pink and Emily hides again, her eyes leaving yours to latch onto something a lot more interesting on the floor.

“I think,” she mumbles, tossing the almost clean tissue into the trash, “that may be an unpopular opinion at this time.”

You shrug as you lift the ice pack from the bridge of her nose and set it back down on the counter. “I’ve never cared much about what people consider to be popular or unpopular.” Grabbing the last piece of tissue, you wet it and gently swipe the drying blood from the crevices around her nose. Red blooms on the tissue as you wipe her skin clean.

Emily’s breaths come harshly, fanning across your hand in hot clouds. You frown and stop, lifting your hand away.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No.” She rasps. Her mouth drops open and she sucks in a breath, long and deep, “Just can’t breathe very well.”

You chew on your lip. “Do you want some paracetamol? I’ve got some in my bag.” Truthfully, you don’t even know what help it could do, but you feel almost jittery with the need to offer something.

Jerkily, Emily shakes her head. “I’m fine. Thanks. Uh, usually it takes a while b’fore I can breathe again.”

Your brow raises. “So this happened before, then?”

“Hmm.” She hums, the sound brief before she takes in another breath through her open mouth. Grabbing the ice pack from the counter, you slip it into your pocket and toss the soiled tissue away.

“Come on,” you grab her arm and gently get her to straighten. “It’s better if you sit down, don’t want you toppling over.”

A stuffy huff leaves her lips. “From a nosebleed?” Emily’s voice is teasing as she lets you drag her out of the bathroom. Your hand reaches down for hers and you tangle your fingers together, abruptly making her shut up.

“Yes,” you say, firm as you pull her down the hallway, “from a nosebleed. Got any objections?” You turn to face her.

Emily swallows and shakes her head.

Yes, even like this she’s unbearably beautiful, a fierceness to her that is entirely at odds with the softness of her hand in yours. The blush on her cheeks still isn’t gone, and when she lightly squeezes your fingertips, you feel a similar one creep up your neck.

“None.”

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