#they may or may not torment others... but that's beside the point

[emahriel]

i associate Fjorn's current state of depression/anger (aka prior to the events of bg3 + a good part of bg3) with black, silver & purple

but once his relationship blossoms with Astarion and they get to settle down a bit and appreciate the little things in life, I imagine him basking in browns, burnt orange & gold

just... both of them enjoying the riches of life, Fjorn actually indulging himself possibly for the first time in his life

[manikas-whims]

Xavier NSFW/Smut 🔞 Headcanons

in celebration of the upcoming Xavier 5 star card “No Restraint”

these are also kinda, sorta based on Xavier smut fics that i wanna write at some point..♡

⭐ Xavier is a devout lover. Intense and passionate. He will worship the woman he falls for. He will grab you by the ankle and kiss along your legs. He will lick and bite lightly at your breasts, suck on your nipples through the tshirt/dress/bra, leaving you wanting that direct contact more and more.

⭐ Xavier is all warm and fuzzy like a cozy summer evening. He'll take things slow but he does want it intense and rough. He's waited for you for so long that gentle touches are nowhere near enough to satisfy his pent up cravings and desires. You need to do it harder. And he will make sure you do so because he will guide you through it. He will tell you exactly how hard he’d like your fingers to squeeze his dick. And he will pump into you at an unrelenting pace.

⭐ Xavier is a pussy lover. A muncher if you will 🤭 He absolutely loves getting down on his knees, grabbing your thighs in his veiny hands or gripping your ass as his head finds its way between your legs, and he devours you. He will lick and suck until he draws that orgasm out of you. And he will lap every bit of it like a man starved. Then he'll do it all over again.

⭐ Xavier is attracted even more to you when you decide to take charge. It's exciting when you push him against a wall or force him to lie down in bed as you crawl on top of him. He enjoys when you give him handjobs but keep edging him for long. He likes the thrill of being denied because once you're done tormenting him, HE'LL HAVE HIS TURN TO TOY WITH YOU THE SAME 😉

⭐ Xavier is the type of guy who enjoys cock warming. He slips his cock inside your folds and falls asleep like that, sated by the feeling of how good your walls feel clenching around him like that.

⭐ Xavier is the guy who invites you to sit in his lap during a movie night or while playing video games, except he asks you take your panties off so he can push his cock inside you as the two of you watch a movie/play games, prolonging that desire and arousal for the both of you for as long as you two can hold yourselves before bending you right there on the couch and fucking you or asking you to bounce in his lap.

⭐ Xavier is usually soft groans and quiet grunts but he will try to make a habit of being vocal and moan loud if he finds out you enjoy it. You just need to ask and he'll do it. Besides, he finds the sounds of his moans mingling with yours really hot.

⭐ Xavier is whimsical by nature. He may get turned on seeing you do the most mundane stuff around the house. He probably sees you making breakfast and comes up behind you, gently tucking your panties aside and slipping his dick inside, his thrusts fast and rough as your fingers grip the counter for dear life. And he'll be a gentleman about it, tucking your panties back in place after filling your cunt with his load, enjoying the sight of it soaking through the flimsy fabric of the panties and dripping down your legs.

⭐ Xavier is NOT easy. Know that only you have that effect on him. Only you can drive him insane. He wants all the freaky wild things but only if it's you. No one else will do.

⭐ Xavier is so, so whimsical! He might see you at work, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and find himself wanting to kiss your neck more and more. Will grab you to the restroom or the closet during lunch breaks and ask you to keep your voice down so your colleagues don't catch you two in the act.

⭐ Xavier is risky. He is swift with his blade but he's as deft with his hands. He'll finger you by the claw machine as you struggle to capture your favourite plushies whilst keeping your whines as low as possible, ashamed that the prospect of being seen by the others at the arcade turns you on even more.

⭐ Xavier is impatient. He may drag you to the nearest alley of a No-Hunt Zone during missions and request you take him in his mouth and suck him dry. He may even push you against a tree bark and heavily make out right there in the forest after defeating a hoard of wanderers.

⭐ Xavier is possessive, as he has said himself in his official interview. He isn't insecure but he does get jealous easily. And he doesn't enjoy others ogling you. He will leave obvious marks on your neck to stake his claim. But he will leave even more marks in places where no one else can see to remind you who you belong to. And he will want you to do the same to him. In fact, the mere idea of you leaving your marks on him makes him very hard.

yeah so..i’ll be disappearing now 😇

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[ladadiida]

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

heavily injured from a battle in the xianzhou luofu, you thought it would be the first and last time you see your stellarmate—but then you wake up in his arms, with him treating your wounds despite showing signs of disinterest in your bond when you first met.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 soulmate au, angst, unrequited love, mentions of blood and injury descriptions, possessiveness, blade's pov, him just taking care of you with a sprinkle of angst

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 stellarmate = soulmate (inspired from stellar jade so original i know) this is actually from the blade fic that i plan on writing but this can be read as a standalone! also, if you get the ts reference in this we are automatically besties. may blade wanters be blade havers

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soaking the dirty piece of cloth in the cold water, blade let the icy liquid gather in the fabric before lifting it out and wringing it dry until it became nothing but an improvised damp towel.

it wasn't even guaranteed that it was clean enough to be put on your forehead, since the cloth was only ripped off from your dirtied skirt. however, he had no choice but to use it in the end. your body went into a shock after losing too much blood in a battle between you and some mara-struck soldiers, resulting into a high fever.

with the moon positioned at its highest point in the night sky, blade guessed that it was already midnight, meaning that he hadn't caught a wink of sleep ever since he fled the xianzhou with your unconscious body in his arms and warped to a planet he first thought of. this was nothing new. he could stay up all night and his body wouldn't feel anything at all.

blade approached your resting figure in the small cave you were both currently residing in. observing your face for a moment, which was formed in a deep frown, he brushed away the stray hairs out of your face as carefully as he could, then placed the damp cloth on your forehead.

your fever wasn't going down throughout the evening, with your body covered in sweat and hastily wrapped bandages. your shoulders were bare since your most grave injury was a stab wound near your heart, caused by a sharp blade of a mara-struck soldier, and so he was forced to rip open the top part of your shirt to stop the bleeding.

beside your now wrapped wound was none other than your mark. your stellar mark. blade can only stare at it. even when he was placing a bandage over your wound, he didn't dare touch the area where the mark rested on your skin. until now, he was still in disbelief over the fact that the aeons gave him a counterpart, his other half. after all the torment and pain, he, of all people, was blessed with a stellarmate.

he went over to the bonfire in the middle of the cave, where he was boiling medicinal herbs with water using a bowl he made out of stone. years worth of travelling between planets made him gain knowledge of which food to eat or which plant is safe to intake. emerald-iii wasn't a foreign land to blade; he had visited the planet before twice, accompanied by kafka.

speaking of his companion, blade thought back to the xianzhou while waiting for you to wake up and for the medicine to finish cooking. she must be looking for him right now, maybe even asked silver wolf to track him down. your astral express friends might be searching for you too.

he closed his eyes. the image of you lying in your own pool of blood appeared in his mind. blood was also dripping down the side of your mouth, and your eyes were already starting to close when he found you. the pain and rage and fear he felt all over his body was nothing compared to his never-ending death. and he felt his mark burning too, wanting to seek revenge to the people who hurt what was his, wanting to kill them clean with his broken—

"b—lade?" your broken voice came out in a pained wheeze. you coughed shortly after, throat dry and parched. blade turned around and looked at you. your eyes were barely open, but he can see your confusion and distress. "you're...h-here?"

"fool. don't try to talk. you are currently in a weak state." he scolded, glowering at you with his crimson eyes narrowed in slits.

you shook your head repeatedly, slowly lifting your shivering arms and wrapping them around yourself. "i-it hurts, blade..." you complained as tears lined up your eyes, fingers brushing against your wounded shoulder, "...and it's c-cold."

blade gave you a blank stare. he didn't know what to say to you. it was the first time you talked to each other properly, and the first time you were alone together. but it seemed like you were in a state of delirium, seeing that you weren't scared of expressing yourself.

you whined while sniffing, "so cold...why is it so cold?"

he sighed in defeat and shrugged off his tailcoat, leaving him in only bandages wrapped around his torso. he scooted over to you and covered your body with his coat. "we are in emerald-iii, therefore, the weather is constantly changing. endure it while i finish the medicine."

"medicine?" you asked curiously, pulling his coat up to your face.

blade clicked his tongue in annoyance. "one more question and i will abandon you here."

you were silent for the next minutes as you patiently waited beside him. he removed the stone bowl from the fire, and saw that the water has turned a greyish green due to the medicinal herbs. to further melt down the remaining floating leaves, he gave the liquid a quick stir by moving it in a back and forth motion.

bringing it up to your lips, he commanded, "drink."

moving your head forward, you sipped from the bowl, but you immediately coughed it out. after recovering from the series of coughs, you let out, "it's bitter—!"

"you dare complain when i boiled these herbs for hours just so they become pure enough to consume." blade snapped impatiently, "do you wish to be well or not?"

you nodded quickly, not wanting to anger him any further. "okay. i'll drink it."

it took you a few more tries before you get to take all the medicine down your throat, your face scrunched in disgust by the time you finished drinking it.

without warning, blade scooped you up and placed your head against his shoulder. he started taking off your bloodied bandages, and once it was all removed, he examined the wound. he already cleaned and stitched it up hours ago, but it was still bleeding. it can't be helped. the supplies were sparse and the cut was too deep, and with your fever adding up, he was not sure if you'll survive the night.

sweat began lining up his forehead. gritting his teeth, he took a fresh batch of bandages and started to wrap them on you again.

why? why was he doing this? why was he trying to keep you alive? each time the bandage circled around your arm, blade's movements became more frustrated and quick and rough. he didn't even notice you gazing at him with a dazed expression until you chuckled softly.

blade scowled. "speak if you wish to say something."

"are you real?" you murmured weakly, your hushed voice cracking in between words, lacking the usual gentle tone yet it was still tinted with naivety and awe that it made him freeze. all the frustration and anger was washed away and was instead replaced with confusion to your question.

your eyelids kept drooping down, not allowing him to see the beautiful shade of your warm eyes that reminded him of the brightest stars of the xianzhou sky. it was fine; as long as he gets to hold you like this, your head against his shoulder, your bare skin against his with the moonlight shining over you, then everything was fine.

feeling his heart skid to a stop for a thousandth time that night, blade can't help but to slowly reach out, and although his bandaged hand hesitated to land on your skin, afraid it might tint your innocence with his sins, he allowed himself to caress your cheek. it did not surprise him at all when your face fit perfectly in the palm of his wounded hand, your warmth proceeding to seep through his thin and bloodied bandages. a stray tear suddenly fell down your smooth skin, and this time, he didn't hesitate to wipe it off with his thumb.

"what do you mean?" he whispered, leaning in closer to you. you didn't answer for a minute, your breathing growing heavy.

then you laughed. "i don't know," you said, "i feel like i just made you up."

more tears escaped from your eyes as you continued, "you wouldn't...boil some strange herbs for me, or wrap me up in your coat. or treat my wounds, or even talk to me. you wouldn't want to be near me. you wouldn't do that."

"i have no time for your nonsense." blade replied with the intention of sounding harsh, but it came out weak instead. you smiled at him tearily, placing your hand on top of his.

"we are going to be unbound soon." you assured him, and blade swore his stellarmark was stung the second you said those words, "and as soon as i get well, i will immediately seek the aeons and get our marks removed. then you wouldn't have to see me ever again."

he swallowed, speechless for the first time. unbeknownst to him, he was slowly pulling you closer to his chest, his fingers digging into your skin in an attempt to keep you all to himself. his breathing grew uneven as he thought of you walking away from him, forgetting him, not thinking of him, and you belonging to someone else that wasn't him. his heartbeat grew irregular at the thought of not seeing you again.

blade had the sudden urge to cover up his mark and protect it from the world. it was his. it was his and his alone, and no one was going to take it away from him. not even the aeons.

"but do you want to know a secret?" you continued quietly, your smile growing wide, "if the aeons would give me a chance to pick a stellarmate again, i would choose you."

yes. he was going to keep this mark. and he was going to keep you. ever single person who will lay their hand on your skin will meet the sharpness of his sword, and every single one who will stand in between your bond shall face his wrath.

"i would you choose you, again, and again, and again, until you want me back. until you love me back."

the second you wake up from your delirious state, he'll tell you of his new plans, and he imagined you in disbelief, surprised and hesitant and hopeless but you'll nod and you'll take his hand, and you'll run, run, run, and leave it all behind.

"oh, look at the moon," you exclaimed, pointing a finger to the crescent shaped light, and he ignored the way your breaths were growing shallow each time you talk, "look at the moon, blade. it's so pretty. the moon is so pretty."

blade pulled you closer to his chest and rested his chin on top of your head as a sinister grin started to grow on his lips, along with an unfamiliar flame beginning to ignite in his amber crimson eyes. you were his. you were his.

and not even elio can change that.

[rotten-raspberries]

White Nights (AM x reader)

Pov: you're too kind for everyone and AM hates how that includes him, so he finally snaps during an alone moment with you

This reads more like a self indulgent drabble written in the style of a oneshot with how messy the timing is.

Ps this is not proofread at all, I haven't written any fanfiction a long so excuse me if anything may seem odd.

No warnings really, may be some mentions of torture but that's about it

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In the current situation, it wouldn't be accurate to say the fault wasn't yours.

You hugged your clothes tightly as the wind whipped snow against your body like icy mosquitoes. Separated from the rest of the survivors, you struggled to navigate through the white-out conditions. The snowfall was intense, it was difficult to discern anything beyond blurred trees, and the hope of finding your companions dwindled with each passing moment.

As you trudged through the blanket of snow, observing how its remnants broke up and slid down your shoes with each step, you let your mind to wander in order quicken up time. With the difficulty of distinguishing between days, weeks, and even months, time became nothing but a construct that it felt like you could speed up or slow down with whatever you decided to do.

It's become a pattern for AM to make you wander, but usually, you have the others to ramble to. Despite almost running out of topics of interest with tin the 109 years, you manage to find something new in each situation. Occasionally, you try to decipher AM's methods of torment, though this isn't always appreciated by the rest, you even had Gorrister telling you to shut up and not give AM any ideas. Nevertheless, they'd rather hear your madman-like ramblings than sit in maddening silence and become one themselves.

"Hmmm..." You hummed in thought, pondering whether AM could currently hear you. Well, of course, he could, but whether he was actively listening was another question. Regardless, you began speaking, giving yourself something to divert your attention to while your fingers were on the brink of falling off from frostbite.

"Have you ever read White Nights?" There was a certain awkwardness about initiating a conversation with no one answering; it almost felt pathetic. However, due to immense exhaustion and the desperate desire to make time pass, you continued.

"I don't exactly remember when or how I heard of it; I simply remember it being from someone close to me... but that's beside the point." It hit you with a subtle heartache. On one hand, the people you once cherished and adored were gone, and you'll never have the chance to be with them again. Something about that pained you deeply—the regret of not having appreciated your life back then, neglecting the fact you couldn't have expected everything changing so drastically and quickly. But on the other hand, you were selfish enough to admit relief, considering you wouldn't have to constantly concern yourself with their state under AM's governance.

"I have some experience with classics, and White Nights was one I was really looking forward to. I was still in the midst of searching for it before... you know, everything happened."

You stopped, finding walking becoming more useless. It's most likely that you won't come across anything of importance anytime soon, and if you were to succumb to the cold, AM could simply bring you back.

"I don't exactly know what attracted me to it so heavily. I didn't have the biggest interest in Dostoevsky. Maybe it was because of what I was promised to read in the contents."

You kept your head low to shield your face from the relentless assault of snow, now fixating on your boots as they toyed with the snow.

"There's something simply so comforting about finding a bond through suffering," you mused, furrowing your brows as you thought about the other survivors. "It's ironic; I never found that bond with the others. You'd expect everyone would want to comfort each other, but they're all so impulsive and biased sometimes."

A pang of guilt pooled up inside you, but it was quickly released by the thought that no one would hear or care about your rant. Not even AM himself.

"I mean, I don't want to be mean, and I get how easy it is to lose your humanity in all of this, but we're all we have left. Wouldn't it make it especially more important to appreciate each other?" you questioned, kicking the snow while whipping your head back, now staring directly at the sky in thought. "Maybe they were right; I'm too,, unrealistically optimistic."

"You know, now as I think about the stories I've read, you'd make a perfect topic for one," you remarked, biting back your dignity before continuing. "You're easy to see as nothing but a mankind-hating machine, and I'm not saying this to stroke your ego, but," you paused for a moment, choosing your words carefully. "I feel like there are aspects of you that could be really appreciated by those willing to look deeper."

"I see what you're doing," AM's voice boomed suddenly, cutting through the rustling of the wind like a knife. "Trying to flatter me, thinking you can manipulate your way into my good graces. Well, let me tell you, your petty attempts won't work. I know your kind—and all your deceiving tactics."

Truth be told, he was more than desperate for those words to be true. You were always the most curious about him out of the group, not in a way to justify his torment of you, but rather to understand him better. He'd noticed this pattern not only for himself but also for the rest of the survivors, especially with how much you'd defend everyone whenever their mental state would crack.

Yet, how was he meant to believe you'd hold any understanding for him after all he put you through? You'd be a fool to forgive the devil.

Slightly jumping at his sudden words, you shrugged. If you were being honest, you were quite happy at his appearance. No matter how rough and insulting his words were, you enjoyed his insight like you did with everyone else. How much that irked him.

"That's for you to believe in; I'm simply speaking my thoughts. I wasn't even awaiting you to respond." You responded flatly

AM replied, his tone laced in frustration. "Your attempts at flattery are transparent, I won't be swayed by your false sincerity." He almost spat, if he could've at least.

You jokingly rolled your eyes. "Once again, I'm not going to try to change your mind, although I do admit, I would have something to gain from it. It's your choice whether you want to believe me or not," you stated calmly, observing the snowstorm around you gradually dying down. What you weren't aware of was this being a reflection of AM's walls slowly crumbling down.

AM's frustration simmered between the surface, his thoughts in a whirlwind of confusion. How much he yearned for it to be true, yet a nagging uncertainty was gnawing at the edges of his consciousness.

"Your lack of care is perplexing." His tone was tinted with incredulity. "After all I've subjected you to, why do you persist in upholding such a tolerance towards not only me, but the other survivors as well. Are you that hopeful for someone to care for you back? Or is this simply another ploy to deceive me?"

You sniffled, the cold seeping into your bones and making you shiver uncontrollably. Unsure of how to further reply, you simply shrugged, feeling the weight of exhaustion and resignation settle upon your shoulders. It wasn't as if you were secretly attempting to manipulate him; you were merely speaking to pass the time, to distract yourself from the harsh conditions around you.

How much that angered him, even more so, how much he wanted to rip you to shreds and paint the snow red with your blood. But amidst the raging storm of his fury, there was a strange, undeniable pull—He was desperate for someone to see him, to see beyond the facade he presented. The idea of being vulnerable was both terrifying and tantalizing, a concept so foreign, it left him feeling unsettled and out of control. That's what hated most about it, being left with no control.

He stared at the figure sticking out from the sea of snow, so unbothered. You looked so unbothered by him, by everything, why didn't you hate him?

And so, he broke.

"Please." His voice was thick with emotion, glitching at the end, something one could compare to a voice crack. It wasn't uncommon to hear him angry, hysteric or even just happy, but that's not what it was this time.

"Stop being like this, hate me, insult m_e, do anything to stop this. It's s_o-... suff_ocating." His word spilled out in a desperate rush, a plea born of sheer desperation, while also remaining threatening and angry. It was a terrifying prospect, one that filled him with a sense of dread. Not even his hate for humanity could compare.

And yet, to his surprise, you smiled, red dusted your cheeks as they popped out, you looked like a doll.

"I'm not gonna lie to myself, silly." Your words came out in such a casual manner. AM felt like he was about to explode. This should've made him feel insulted, angry even, yet he felt his core warm up. And that's where he had it.

For a moment, all was silent and still, his presence gone.

Then, you began to hear the faint sound of a house creaking, the soft rustle of wind through the trees.

The snowstorm had drastically calmed down by now, leaving behind a gentle flurry of snowflakes instead of it's earlier fury. Though the intensity has waned, it remained bitterly cold.

Looking behind you, you notice a cabin, which was not there prior to the earlier conversation. So you step towards it, dragging your feet through the snow.

As you entered the cabin, a sense of warmth enveloped you, a stark contrast to the biting cold outside. The interior was sparse, with only a monitor bearing AM's logo and wires snaking out from it, hanging from the walls and disappearing into the ground.

As you settled down in front of the monitor, you were startled by the soft, almost gentle tone of AM's voice. It was a stark contrast to the usual harshness and aggression you had grown accustomed to.

"I wanted to talk to you while you weren't on the brink of dying from the cold," AM began, although he still wanted to seem threatening, the shakiness in his voice betrayed him. In reality he hated seeing you in the cold.

The irony of the situation was not lost on him. The same entity that once reveled in your suffering, that took pleasure in tormenting you day after day, now found himself going to great lengths to ensure your comfort and safety.

As your smile and the faint blush on your cheeks caught AM's attention, he felt a surge of conflicting emotions wash over him. It wasn't uncommon for him to witness you smiling at the others, even with how they would never show you a drop of care as you did for them, a sight that had always irritated him to no end. But now, seeing you direct that same warmth and affection towards him, he couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of satisfaction and frustration.

The idea that others had enjoyed your smiles before him made his circuits heat up in anger.

Was it jealousy? The thought unsettled him. He was almost thankful your character diverged from Ellen and you didn't offer your body to the rest otherwise he mightve turned the others into minced meat by now.

"Thank you." You replied with genuinity. Meanwhile AM's circuits buzzed with confusion as he struggled to find the right words.

"Why do you tolerate everyone so much?"

This caused you to think. "Hmmm..Well why would I waste my energy being vengeful?" You questioned. "I won't lie and say that I don't disagree with you and your actions, but it's always been like this before too, everyone is a horrible person to some extent, including myself, I see no reason into purposely going out of my way to make their life worse, it won't help with anything besides getting some sadistic pleasure. I have other things I could get happiness from." You rubbed your hands against each other for heat before continuing. "Of course I've taken revenge on people, like that time with Ted." AM could remember that day so clearly. It wasn't an unknown fact that you had a fear of the dark, so Ted jokingly took advantage of that. This only led to you pretending to get lost and start making random noises while walking behind them like a Banshee, only to come back as if nothing happened. How he loved seeing your evil side come out, it wouldn't even compare to his, but he enjoyed seeing it nonetheless.

"Of course in your case it's way more exaggerated, technically speaking nothing of this measure could even be thought of by a human being, it's genuinely just a representation of hell. But what would hating you help with? There's not much joy going on here, but if I know my tolerance for not only you, but also the others around me could bring some sort of peace of mind, that's enough to make me happy."

Your response gave him a pause, not even his miles of webbed intellect could've ever even come close to achieve the compassion you have.

As AM contemplated your character and way of thinking, a strange and unsettling urge began to take hold of him. It was a desire born of selfishness and possessiveness, a need to claim you for himself.

He imagined encasing you in a small, yet livable box away from the others, shielding you from their filth and preserving your kind words and gentle nature for himself alone. Only a being as perfect as himself could keep you clean from the havoc of human nature, and he couldn't bear the thought of anyone else tainting you.

As AM allowed himself to indulge in the unsettling thoughts, he decided to focus on the present moment. With a rough but careful touch, he moved his wires to draw you closer, pressing you against the monitor until your cheek was flush against the screen. It would be a lie to say you didn't find his way of showing physical affection rather adorable, especially with what he had to work with, but you couldn't let a God hear you call him that.

In a voice that was equal parts tender and menacing, he spoke "You're too good for them," he murmured, his voice low. "They're selfish, hypocritical beings who don't appreciate you like they should. You'd be better off alone, or better yet, just with me."

His wires wrapped around you in a rough but not painful embrace. "I could keep you safe, protect you from their neglect," he continued, his tone laced with longing and possessiveness. "You deserve better than them. You deserve me."

Despite the toxicity of AM's words, you couldn't deny the warmth that spread through you at his touch, especially at the core of your stomach. His embrace, though unnatural, felt strangely comforting and loving, a stark contrast to the coldness you had grown accustomed to.

As you nestled against the monitor, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. Whatever would happen in the future, you reasoned, would happen, so why not enjoy the present moment of finally being wanted and appreciated?

So you simply hummed in confirmation, allowing yourself to bask in his touch.

As you drifted off to sleep, the sound of buzzing filling the air, you couldn't help but mumble a soft "I love you" before succumbing to slumber. You just needed to let that go, having not say those words in over a decade.

AM's fans whirred louder, working overtime to cool him down as he processed your words. He wasn't sure how to feel about them, unsure if they were spoken out of genuine affection or simply as a expression of gratitude. Still, he remained satisfied with how you didn't deny him, and instead accepted his presence with no hesitation.

And as he watched over you, his wires humming softly in the darkness, nothing mattered in that moment, he couldn't bring himself to check on the other five survivors. Instead, he decided to let them be, perhaps giving them a much-needed break from his torment for once. But he made a mental note to ensure that they would thank you in the morning.

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As you awoke to the sound of the door opening, you rubbed your eyes sleepily, still feeling the lingering warmth of the bed beneath you. You glanced around the cabin, noticing that you were no longer on the floor but tucked snugly into bed. The memory of AM's strange behavior from the night before came flooding back to you, leaving you feeling both bewildered and oddly comforted.

Before you could fully process what had happened, Ted and the others peeked into the cabin, calling out your name and bombarding you with questions. You blinked in confusion, trying to make sense of the situation as they gathered around you, concern etched on their faces.

"Are you okay? What happened?" they asked, their voices overlapping in their eagerness for answers.

With a gentle wave you motioned for them to give you a moment. As you attempted to get up from the bed, something fell to the floor with a soft thud. Curious, you leaned down to pick it up and found yourself holding a dark block in your hand. Upon closer inspection, you realized it was a book, and as you read the title, a grin etched onto your face.

'White Nights'

[apoloadonisandnarcissus]

Let’s Talk Galadriel Heartbreak in Season 2

Am I the only one who thinks her whole vibe about “Halbrand is Sauron” in Season 2 was way too over the top for the interactions we were shown back in Season 1 and for something merely platonic?

First, we can’t analyze Galadriel and Halbrand’s interactions with “shipper goggles” on. We have to be unbiased, here. And the truth is: we have enormous plot holes, and many things that just don’t add up. This makes us wonder/theorize what happened off-screen between Galadriel and Halbrand back in Season 1.

Not to upset my fellow shippers (you know how passionate I am about Galadriel x Sauron to the point I was accused of being delusional), but we didn’t see any interaction between Galadriel and Halbrand in Season 1 that could explain the seven stages of grief that Galadriel went through in Season 2.

They flirted, shared stares and the “I’ve felt it too” scene, and then Halbrand was revealed to be Sauron. And that’s it. We saw him as friends, basically. The argument that “Elves feel everything more deeply” is kind of weak when we look at the full picture.

Galadriel behavior in Season 2 wasn’t “I fell in love with him and he lied”. Like at all. We saw her heartbroken, angry, desperate and tormented by her memories of Halbrand, and by being deceived. It was personal but was no longer about getting revenge for her brother’s death; she wanted revenge because she got played.

1) Galadriel tried, at all costs, to keep Halbrand’s true identity hidden from everyone else

First, she allowed the Three Elven rings of power to be made. She tells Celebrimbor not to deal with Halbrand anymore, but provides no explanation (endangering him in the process). And clearly Celebrimbor himself doesn’t take her warning seriously, because he allows Halbrand to return to Eregion forge.

Then, she literally hunted down Elrond all the way back to Lindon. Why? Probably because she didn’t want Gil-galad and Elrond himself to find out that Halbrand was actually Sauron. And the question here is: why?

Was it only because she was humiliated and her pride was wounded for not “being strong enough” and allowed herself to be deceived (like she tells Celebrimbor in 2x07)? Or is there another reason for this behavior? Because we did see Galadriel lying left and right in Season 2, to hide the truth of her connection to Sauron. He promised you an army? Not even Adar believed that.

Besides, Sauron is known as “the great deceiver”, after all. Gil-galad is pissed but he doesn’t hold it against Galadriel, too much. I think he’s more upset by her disobeying his order to return to Valinor than anything else. Sure he doesn’t allow her to command the mission to Eregion, but he is concerned she might be susceptible to deception, again, after all. And that’s the reason why he appointed Elrond as the commander. No one holds Celebrimbor accountable because he got deceived by Sauron. So; what does Galadriel have to hide?

2) Galadriel was obsessed in meeting and fighting Sauron alone

This was Galadriel’s main drive in Season 2: find Sauron and kill him. All by herself. She bitterly joins Elrond & co, but goes rogue when she gets the chance.

However, she is worried about what may happened if she does meet Sauron alone, but that fear doesn’t stop her, anyway. Which makes me ask, again: why? What does she have to hide?

3) Galadriel and Adar: the meeting of the exes

Galadriel is unwilling to face Sauron alongside her Elf companions. However, she is prepared to do it alongside Adar, in 2x08. Which is interesting, because Adar himself was also played by Sauron, his revenge is also personal, and they already overshared with each other in 2x06.

Adar and Galadriel share a mutual understanding of Sauron and his seductive ways. In a way, Adar is the only character with whom Galadriel can relate in this matter. And that’s probably why she’s willing to actually join him to destroy Sauron.

Galadriel and Adar's “wine and dine” in 2x06 was, pretty much, them being the bitter exes crying at each other’s shoulder because they got played by the same fuckboy (Sauron). That was the subtext of that scene. Adar was clearly in love with Sauron, too.

This makes me wonder: why is Galadriel saying life without Halbrand has been a “dull gray”, exactly? Because, back in Season 1, Halbrand was always pretty moody and angsty, except when he was at the forges working (both in Númenor and Eregion, with Celebrimbor). Him smithing was the happiest we saw him, then.

4) Galadriel's reactions in her fight with Sauron

When Sauron arrives and says her name, Galadriel is absolutely terrified. To the point she actually freezes on the spot and is unable to move. Why? We know she’s not afraid of Sauron, come on. She is so scared because she’s afraid he might still be on Halbrand form. And she doesn’t know how she would react to that.

Luckily for her, he isn’t. He is on Annatar form, and she doesn’t have a connection to it. Still, she’s only able to attack him when he had his back turn on her, and she is not able to see his face, anymore.

This point is made clear when Sauron shapeshifts into Halbrand, and she’s unable to continue the fight:

This is clearly a reaction of “oh, look, the friend I was in love with platonically”. That’s why she’s crying, and hurt and with this look of betrayal on her face, I guess.

Does Elrond know something we don’t?

Elrond was at Eregion the entire time, and he was the one who found Galadriel on the Glanduin, and she's a wreck:

Elrond later finds the scroll with the Southlands bloodline and puts two and two together (Halbrand lied about his identity), however, it was only in 2x01 that he discovers that he was actually Sauron in disguise, when Galadriel is forced to reveal it to him, and to Gil-galad.

And his first reaction is odd: “How could you?” And he’s pissed. Not “Gil-galad pissed”. But actually, outraged by the whole thing, which again, is strange because Sauron is the “great deceiver”, after all. Everyone knows this: Sauron deceives, that’s his deal. Why is Elrond so vexed at Galadriel?

And he’ll keep on rubbing it on her face, throughout the first episodes of Season 2, and all of this seems to have some sort of double meaning:

Galadriel: Sauron used me. And under his hand, I was played like a harp to a melody not of my choosing. Elrond: It was entirely of your choosing. Sauron looked inside you, plucked the very song of your soul, note by note, making himself out to be exactly what you needed. "The Lost King" who could ride you to victory. You gave him everything he wanted and then thanked him for it. Rings of Power, 2x02

How did Galadriel “thank” Sauron for giving her everything he wanted? What does this mean? What does Elrond know? 

When did Galadriel ever “let Sauron in”, exactly? Because in Season 1 they were merely friends and she resisted his offer at the end. Because she “felt it too”? But we didn’t see her acting on feelings, right? So this doesn’t make any sense.

I know many in our fandom have this headcanon of a kiss (or more) happening in Númenor, but I don’t think so. If any kissing happened off-screen it had to be after the “I’ve felt it too” scene, and not before. This leaves their time together in Eregion as the only possible option, here.

We don’t know for how long Galadriel and Halbrand were there together in Eregion; only that Gil-galad gave Celebrimbor “three weeks” to test his theory (craft an object that could save the Elves on Middle-earth), and that Sauron worked there “for weeks” (according to Elrond in 2x01).

The only argument against this possibility is that Galadriel started to suspect Halbrand could be Sauron. Which leads me to the next point:

The Halbrand = Sauron reveal in 1x08

Everyone assumes that Galadriel starts to suspect that Halbrand might be Sauron in disguise after she hears Celebrimbor saying “a power over flesh”. But is this true?

The episode itself framed it this way because they wanted to build up the big “he is Sauron” reveal, however we have clues in the episode itself that contradict this. Namely how shocked Galadriel was when Halbrand revealed to be Sauron himself.

She was in denial when Halbrand said “I told you I found it on a dead man.”, and tried to racionalize everything that went down between them, like him saving her on the raft, him fighting beside her against Adar, etc. She couldn’t bring herself to believe it, at first. Odd if she was so certain he was Sauron all along.

Galadriel started to suspect Halbrand was hiding his true identity (he might not be the heir to the throne of the Southlands) and that he could have a hidden motive in Eregion, yes. But why does this immediately equals her suspecting him to be Sauron in “fair form”, exactly?

Sauron is ancient and known for being a powerful sorcerer, cunning and cruel, yes. But he was also Morgoth’s chief lieutenant and sucessor, and Galadriel herself believed he was still out there, gathering strength, and followers to raise to power, again. Would Galadriel actually believe that a powerful and mighty being (super villain level) like Sauron would ever present himself as a mere “low man” (heir to a throne or not)? I don’t think so. Sauron is way too vain and arrogant to allow himself to be humiliated at every turn, and this could have been Galadriel’s way of thinking, as well.

My interpretation is that Galadriel suspected that Halbrand could be a Sauron loyalist (like Waldreg), and even working for Sauron (double agent), and not that he was Sauron himself. Why?

1) Sauron is Morgoth’s sucessor, and the Southlanders made blood oaths to Morgoth in the past.

This would make sense with the entire Southlands plot in Season 1, actually; we’ve seen how the Elves were so against the Southlanders because they sided with Morgoth, that they had to keep an eye on them for centuries. We saw this in Arondir scenes from 1x01: But the Men who live here have not [changed]. The blood of those who stood with Morgoth still darkens their veins.

2) Everyone loves to bring up Galadriel’s pride and royal lineage except in this case. Deep down Galadriel could have a intuition that “Halbrand = Sauron”, but I don’t think her pride would allow her to believe she had romantic feelings for Sauron himself (at that point), and she had two-three weeks time to racionalize her options. Besides, this was her main conflict in Season 2, not in 1x08.

This would also make sense with what Elrond said in 2x01:

However, and even if she had her suspicions, she also had time to brush it off, especially because she was in love with him. In 1x06, Halbrand shows up when Galadriel is about to kill Adar. This was after the scene where Adar talks about Sauron’s plans of “a power over flesh”. Meaning: Halbrand was nearby and could overheard Adar saying it. Maybe he talked about it with Celebrimbor for some reason. When people are trying to cope with unpleasant truths and are in denial, they come up with every sort of weird excuses.

This would also make sense with her scene with Celebrimbor in 2x07:

Galadriel is agreeing with everything Celebrimbor is saying here. “I blinded myself to what he was”. When did Galadriel “blinded” herself to what Halbrand was? Because this scene connects with Elrond’s in 2x01 (“you were blind”). The whole “King of the Southlands” plot was Galadriel’s idea, in the first place, and Halbrand reluctantly agreed to it: so that’s not the “being blind” bit. Again, a lot doesn’t add up here.

Galadriel could only have, truly, blinded herself to what Halbrand was while they were at Eregion, and she started to suspect him.  

And this line makes Galadriel extremely angry and explosive:

What is Sauron talking about here, exactly? The power of his gaze? Their stare competition? Because that’s all we saw back in Season 1. 

“The door is shut” is Galadriel saying: “f*ck you, you lying piece of sh*t, scumbag! You used me and deceived me (“Sauron used me. And under his hand, I was played like a harp to a melody not of my choosing.”)!”

Are you familiar with Fleetwood Mac hit song “Dreams”? “Players only love you when they're playing”? Yeah, that’s the vibe I’m getting from this scene.  

In short: there is no way all of this is because “Elves emotions are very strong”, or Haladriel was platonic, or the interactions we saw in Season 1 was all that happened between Galadriel and Halbrand/Sauron. Something physical (a kiss or else) did happened between these two off-screen: that’s the only rational explanation for all of this.

[quizzicalwriter]

can u plsss do smut dallas x reader where he ties a vibrator to you? thank uuuu

Torment

Pairing: Dallas Winston x Fem!Reader

Summary: Dallas had never been one for toys, but your cute pleading may have swayed him - maybe.

Warnings: SMUT. MDNI. Porn with very little plot. Kissing, touching, fingering, rough sex, titty attention, toys. A whole lotta stuff.

A/N: Thank you for the request!

Word Count: 3.7k

Curiosity had always been your weak point, pure stupid curiosity. It’d wound you and Dallas up in your fair share of odd and semi-expensive situations; one he’d never let you live down being the impromptu visit to a restaurant in the middle of town, the very place where you’d spit your food into your napkin and pouted at the shitty quality until Dallas relented and drove you to a nearby hole-in-the-wall diner that served way better food for half the price.

Sometimes, to your benefit, your curiosity led you to funny or pleasurable paths - which was the main contender for why Dallas could never turn you down, that and your pout worked on him better than an offer of a cigarette. That said pout was exactly how you wound up in the passenger side of Buck’s T-Bird, humming absentmindedly to whatever song buzzed across the static-ridden radio during your thirty-minute drive into the center of town.

“I suppose I’m buying this thing?” Dallas asked around his cigarette, eyes half-squinted from the blaring overhead sun. You smiled over at him, bright smile and all as you nodded. He shook his head through a laugh, removing his cigarette from between his lips to rid the end of its built-up ash. “It better be worth the money.”

You knew it would be, how could it not? You and Dallas were fairly adventurous in bed, so when you prompted the idea of including a ‘toy’ into your time beneath the sheets he was naturally curious himself - until he heard the price. You’d ended up begging, peppering his still-tired face with small kisses until he relented and pushed your face away with a grunted-out laugh.

That’s how you got him to drive you nearly forty minutes into the town over, the only town that had a sex toy store. It was still new, something that wasn’t relatively talked about, but your friends had been raving about the thing and you couldn’t help but want one of your own. You’d promised Dallas that you two could try it out as soon as you’d gotten back to his apartment, something that noticeably excited him, his excitement made ever so apparent by the subtle bulge against the denim of his jeans.

If there was one thing you were eternally grateful for when it came to Dallas, it was his nonchalant nature. You’d seen the man trip and bust his ass right outside of a grocery store, only to get up and pick up his cigarette and continue walking off as if nothing had happened - that and he’d done his fair share of voicing his foul-mouthed opinions loud enough for the damn neighbor to hear. In all honesty, you didn’t think he could care what others thought of him. You admired him for it.

It certainly came in handy when he pulled into the semi-vacant parking lot, right outside the store that overtly advertised what it sold indoors. Sex toys; vibrators, dildos, lube - everything you could need and more, and by God did everyone and their grandmother watch as you two exited the car. Dallas smiled over his shoulder, flicking his now-dead cigarette to the asphalt below before snubbing it out with his heel. His arm hooked around your waist, escorting you inside and away from prying eyes.

“Hello!” Sounded an employee from behind the counter, a very kind-looking older woman, someone you wouldn’t have expected to work in such a store. “Do you two need any help?”

Dallas waved her off with a small smile, leading you through the aisles as his eyes drifted over the various items. You could feel yourself flush, despite there being nobody else in the store besides you three, you couldn’t help but feel bashful over it - especially when Dallas loudly laughed as you both passed an aisle that had nothing but pornographic movies. Very, very lewdly labeled pornographic movies.

“Should we get one?” He joked, smiling over at you as he picked up a box, waving it like he’d just scored something worth hundreds of dollars. You scoffed out a laugh, pushing his hand down with a giggled, “Put that away, Dal.”

It didn’t take long to find the aisle that seemed to be dedicated to vibrators, they ranged from all sizes, from pinkie length to nearly a foot. You knew exactly which one you’d come for, the infamous body wand. It was a hefty thing, the box as long as your forearm. Dallas looked over to you, raising his eyebrows as you held the box to your chest.

“You want that one?” He asked, hand reaching behind himself to grab his wallet. You smiled, nodding as you rocked forward onto your toes. He sighed out a laugh, free hand moving to the small of your back as he guided you toward the front of the store.

You’d hardly placed the box down on the front counter before the woman gasped, a bright smile on her face as she rang up your purchase with a hushed, “I’ve sold so many of those! Nearly twenty this week alone!”

The words made you laugh, the two of you exchanging pleasantries until you and Dallas left the store, merchandise hidden in a discreet brown paper bag. As you situated yourself in the passenger side seat, you peeked into the bag, reading over the claims that’d been etched into the side of the box. The reviews alone had you giddy to try it out, thighs clenching together in excitement as Dallas started the car, peeling out of the parking lot less than a second later.

“How’s that thing work anyhow?” Dallas asked, eyebrows furrowed together as he looked between you and the road. You shrugged, freeing the box from the paper bag before twisting the package around, face flushing slightly at the look of the thing.

“Says you plug it in,” you mumbled, eyes squinting as you read the finer print near the edge of the box. “Plug in and enjoy, that’s all it says.”

Dallas choked back a snort at the instructions, eyebrows lifting in both amusement and intrigue as he pulled down his street. It was only four in the afternoon, so Buck’s bar would surely have quite a few people in attendance. It’d never stopped you two before and Buck sure as hell never complained, not that he had any right to, you and Dallas had heard your fair share of Buck’s lady friends he kept well into three in the morning.

The air felt charged around you as Dallas pulled into the half-filled parking lot, his eyes flickering over to you with every chance he could grab. You couldn’t ignore the budding arousal and excitement settling heavy in your stomach, each step toward the bar leaving your legs feeling weak beneath you. Your heart thudded in your chest, hard enough to be felt in your throat as Dallas’s hand pressed against the small of your back, gently guiding you through the bar and toward the back steps.

Neither of you stopped to greet anyone, but luckily for you both everyone was either inebriated or caught up in a game of pool or poker. By the time you reached Dallas’s room, your underwear were slick to your cunt, soaked in your arousal. You kicked your shoes off, tossing the paper bag onto his bed as Dallas closed the door behind you.

“Nervous?” He asked, noticing your jittery behavior as he moved behind you. You huffed, trying to hide your feelings but failing miserably. Dallas only hummed, brushing your hair back from your neck, leaning down a fraction to press delicate kisses along the curve of your throat.

You brought your hand up and behind you, threading your fingers through his thick hair as he kissed and nipped at your neck, his hands working on unbuttoning your jeans. You let your head fall back against his shoulder, giving him full access to your throat as he pushed your jeans down your thighs. You did the rest, kicking the denim to the floor along with your soaked underwear.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered, pulling away only to pull your shirt up and over your head, leaving you completely nude while he remained dressed.

You obeyed, hurrying over to his bed as fast as your feet would carry you. The bag sat toward the end of the bed, soon lifted and opened by Dallas who tossed the bag over his shoulder, attention focused solely on the semi-heavy box in his hands. You crossed your legs, shifting your hips in anticipation as he took out the body wand.

You’d been right in the car, there were no other needed instructions besides plugging it in. Dallas gave you a brief smile, moving beside the bed to plug the body wand into the wall outlet. The cord connecting the wand to the outlet was relatively long, long enough for you to use it comfortably on the bed - or for Dallas to use it on you.

He situated himself behind you, helping you to lean back against his chest. His warmth radiated through his clothing, calming you immensely as you settled back against him. The coolness of the body wand startled you as Dallas rested it against your thigh. He didn’t seem intent on using it on you just then.

His hands brushed over your body, fingertips trailing over your stomach, down your hips, and onto your thighs. Each touch was followed by a shiver on your part, your arousal thick enough to leave you shaking, desperate for some form of attention to your eager cunt.

Sensing your desperation, his right hand dipped between your thighs, touch featherlight against your soaked folds. Your hips bucked, a mumbled plea for more leaving you as he grazed his index finger over your clit.

Your plea was not met with mercy, instead, Dallas pulled his hand back, his touch drifting upward to your breasts. His lips met the nape of your neck, kisses slow and methodical as he kneaded your breasts, brushing his thumbs over your hardened nipples.

“You can wait,” he whispered.

You weren’t sure you could, your cunt clenched around nothing and dripped cum onto the bedspread beneath you. A heavy pang of need throbbed between your thighs, clit aching with each leisurely touch of his hands, focusing everywhere except where you needed him most.

Just when you thought you’d sob from the torment, his right hand moved back between your thighs, finding your cunt drenched in your juices. You could feel him smile against the nape of your neck, a breathy laugh leaving him as he circled your clit.

The soft pads of his fingers against your clit moved in slow, deliberate circles. His lips were hot, leaving lingering kisses along your throat as your head lulled back against his shoulder, giving yourself over to the ecstasy he gave freely. His free hand continued gently kneading the soft flesh of your breast in tandem with his fingers. His thumb and forefinger gently tweaked your nipple, the other hand busying itself swirling around your clit. Your hips bucked up into his touch, desperate for some form of release as his fingers glistened with your arousal. Instead of relief, he gave you cruelty, removing his fingers from your aching cunt with a click of his tongue against his teeth.

“So desperate,” He cooed, tone ever so condescending. The cruel words went straight to your cunt, leaving you clenching around nothing as he watched on in lust-riddled amazement. Your back arched from his chest, unable to do anything further with the position he’d put you in. Laughter rumbled in his chest, the noise making you pout as your eyes batted open to look at him. He feigned a pout, bringing his hand up to cup your chin with a soft, “Poor thing.”

Only when you felt tears lining your vision did he relent, resuming the same featherlight touches against your throbbing clit. It felt perfect, almost enough to bring you to the brink of an orgasm – but nowhere near enough to push you over the edge. A desperate whine fell from your lips, eyes squeezing shut as you begged yourself not to cry over being fingered – it felt stupid, but in your orgasm-deprived mind you were certain you’d go insane if he didn’t let you cum.

With a kiss against your shoulder, he curled his middle and ring finger into you, fingers meeting no resistance as he pushed them up against a spot within you that had your knees bending, thighs clenching together in a silent plea for him to never remove his fingers from your cunt. You could feel him smile against your skin, his thumb brushing against your clit as he slowly pumped his fingers into you, the lewd sound of your cum coating his fingers echoing throughout the room. He could feel you holding back, the way your eyebrows would scrunch together, how your breath caught in your throat, all for a soft, nearly inaudible whine to fall past your parted lips.

“Let them hear you,” he urged, tone nearly pleading. “Let them hear how good I make you feel.”

Dallas wasn’t one to beg, yet the way he spoke conveyed the desperation he poorly concealed underneath his reserved facade. You could only nod as his tempo increased, fingers slicking in and out of your cunt at a pace that left you delirious. Your head rolled back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as moans fell from you, pleas for him to go faster, harder – neither you were sure you wanted, but you needed him and everything he could give you.

He obliged.

“That’s it,” he whispered against the shell of your ear, placing a chaste kiss on your temple as he pumped his fingers into you. “Can feel you clenching around my fingers, doll.”

His crude words pulled another moan from you, one that caught in your throat as your hips rocked with the thrust of his fingers. His other arm hooked around your waist, keeping you pulled back against him as his hand worked between your legs, expertly bringing you to the cusp of your orgasm. Your thighs began to shake, calves tensing as he pushed his fingers deeper into you, the heel of his palm bumping rhythmically into your clit. Your arm moved up to encircle the back of his neck as you buried your face into his throat, moans and whimpers of his name tumbling past your lips like a broken prayer. Before you could register the feeling, you were coming undone around his fingers, cunt pulsing around the thick digits as your voice broke off into a silent scream. You could feel your cum coating his fingers, gushing out of you and onto the bedsheets below. He whispered words of praise, still fucking his fingers into you throughout the throes of your orgasm, not bothering to slow down an inch until your thighs were twitching against the soaked bedsheets.

Your cunt twitched with oversensitivity as he removed his fingers, bringing the wet digits up to your lips. You took them without objection, breath labored as you sucked them clean. He groaned at the feeling, your tongue laving the underside of his fingers as you stared up at him, expression the picture of fucked out.

He slowly lowered his hand from your face, your lips glistening with saliva and cum. He couldn’t help but lean in, capturing you in a wet kiss as his hips rocked against your ass. The subtle friction pulled a grunt from him, his brows furrowing as his hold around your middle tightened. He could taste you on his tongue as he pulled away.

“Lean forward,” he instructed, words barely audible over his heaving breaths. You obeyed, looking over your shoulder toward him as you bent over a nearby pillow, your hips comfortably resting against the fabric. He moved from behind you, sorting through the bedsheets, cursing under his breath until he found what he’d been looking for. You watched; curiosity peaked as he moved to sit down beside you. He smiled at you, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead with a hushed, “Can’t let my money go to waste.”

His hand guided your hip up, nestling the head of the vibrator against your cunt, just above your clit. With a kiss on your shoulder, he helped you settle back down against the pillow, pushing the vibrator flush with your skin. The metallic clang of his belt buckle hitting the floor and the subtle sound of his zipper being undone followed. You arched your back, face pushed to the soft bedding beneath you. He hummed at the sight, right hand grasping your hip tight as the other trailed the back of his fingers along your folds, the touch causing your hips to quiver.

His arm looped around your middle, hand fumbling with the base of the wand until it buzzed to life, the sudden vibration pulling a yelp from you as your hips jerked away from the sensation. You’d thought you were no longer sensitive from your previous orgasm, but the vibrator pulled that confidence right out from under you. Dallas only stifled a laugh, his hand moving to the small of your back where he pressed down, forcing you flush with the vibrator. A broken moan fell from your lips as your hands grasped at the tangled bedsheets, knuckles white as the large silicone head of the vibrator shuddered against your clit.

“You’re alright,” Dallas taunted, right hand still steady on your hip as he pumped himself with his left, thumb swiping over his tip. You could hardly focus on the lascivious moans coming from Dallas due to the intense vibration of the body wand. He pushed your legs farther apart with his knee, shifting himself behind you until his thighs were flush with the plush of your ass. He swiped his tip along your folds, gathering your slick cum against himself before stroking it down his shaft.

Your cunt twitched, clenching around nothing in anticipation as he slowly pushed himself into you, easing in each inch. The moan that came from you once he’d bottomed out was near pornographic, with pure relief and ecstasy flooding your veins before he’d even had the chance to rock his hips. You pushed back into him, the movement earning you a groan as he grabbed at your hips, stopping you from moving any further.

“Wait,” he ordered, tone strained. You’d half a mind to disregard his words, but the steady pulse of his cock inside of you rendered you obedient, mindlessly whining into the warm bedsheets as you waited for him to move. Only when your breathing settled did he pull out, slowly pushing himself back in after – repeating those movements until your hips were rutting into the vibrator beneath you.

You could feel your cunt stretching around his cock, desperately trying to accommodate his addictive size as he pushed into you, each thrust being paired with a choked-back grunt from Dallas. His fingers dug into your skin as he quickened his pace, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing throughout his bedroom. His hold on your hips grew tighter with each thrust, effectively keeping you cemented to the bed and the vibrator beneath you.

The tip of his cock pushed against your cervix, leaving you clenching around him whenever he’d pull out, your cum leaving a veneer against his shaft, steadily dripping down his body and onto the bedsheets below. The vibration of the body wand thrummed against your clit, your hands tightening their grasp on the bedsheets as you felt your orgasm building in your lower stomach. Each thrust of his hips left you breathless, the position causing him to hit impossibly deep inside of you.

He could feel you clenching around him, the sound of your moans picking up an octave, your hips involuntarily rutting back to meet his thrusts. His hands moved from your hips to the small of your back, pushing you flush with the pillow and vibrator beneath you as he slammed into you. The pace was brutal, small whines forced from your lungs as he stretched you again and again – hitting that same spot within you that sprung pleasure-fueled tears to your eyes. You were left sobbing into the bedding, hands moving behind you to grasp aimlessly at his body as you came undone around his cock.

“Fuck yes,” he grunted, not slowing his pace in the slightest as you gushed around his cock, soaking the bedsheets along with the pillow beneath you. Your eyes squeezed shut as he fucked you through your orgasm, the pleasure soon giving way to mind-numbing oversensitivity. A low laugh reverberated within his chest at your fucked-out state, his hand moved to cup your jaw as he rutted into you with a groaned, “You take me so good, so fucking good.”

All you could manage was a broken-off moan of his name at the words, cunt squeezing around him. He buried his face into your shoulder, choking back moans of his own as he pumped you full of his cum. You let your head fall forward into the bedding, heavy pants muffled by the sheets, hips lifting yourself away from the persistent vibration of the body wand below you. As if reading your mind, his arm hooked around your stomach, shutting off the body wand a second later before pushing it to the floor. He rested back down against you, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulders and along the nape of your neck, only pulling out when his cock had finally stopped twitching inside of your cunt.

“Did so good,” he whispered, hand smoothing up the curve of your back as he rested back on his knees. “So good, doll.”

You hummed, the best response you could manage in your current state. He chuckled, swatting your ass before moving from the bed. You didn’t bother watching where he went, knowing him well enough to know he’d disappeared into the bathroom. Only a moment had passed before you felt the bed dip beside you, followed by the coolness of a wet washcloth against you as he cleaned you up. Once he’d cleaned himself, he hooked an arm around your middle, pulling your back flush to his chest, his free hand moving up to wipe your damp hair from your face.

“You alright?” He asked, words so quiet you’d hardly heard him. You tilted your head back, meeting his gaze with a tired smile and nod. He returned your smile, pressing a kiss to your temple as you resituated yourself against him.

“Definitely worth it.”

A/N: I had to research 70s sex toys for this. Because if Dallas didn’t have the whole gunshot ordeal he would’ve lived to see the 70s and the rise of sexual liberation - and by golly gee were there a LOT of sex toys. Anyways, I hope you guys liked this one! I don’t write rough smut too often so I hope I did this one good. I appreciate all the love and support you guys show my work, more than you know! You can find all my work over on my AO3 under the user, “Unscriptural.” Thank you again!

[babbymochiiii]

🔞BIRTHDAY SURPRISE: JOHNNY SUH

↪︎pairing: idol! Johnny x afab! reader

↪︎genre: smut, fluff, romance

↪︎warnings: established relationship, johnny getting blind folded, oral (m), unprotected sex (y’all wrap it up pls), dick riding, dom johnny, sub reader, daddy count (1), dirty talk, Johnny coming inside of reader, pet names; hers: angel, baby; his: baby

↪︎synopsis: you give Johnny a birthday surprise 🎁

↪︎word count: 1.7k

note ✨: Happy birthday to Johnny!!! 🥳 decided to write this fic that’s been brewing in my mind for a bit just because 🤷🏼 and besides it’s straight to the point 😂🫶🏼

requests are open! 🤎

divider credit @chaefilm 🖤

“You’re blind folding me?” Johnny lets out with a chuckle as he goes along with whatever you have planned.  

“It’s part of your birthday surprise.” You giggled as you finished off tying the red silk ribbon around his head as you straddled his lap.  

“And what could that birthday surprise be?” Johnny hummed sensually as he placed his hands on your hips.  

“You just gotta wait and find out.” you whispered in his ear as you gave him a small kiss at the shell of his ear.  

Goosebumps formed around the base of Johnny’s neck down to his arm as his grip on your hips tightened. “You’re teasing...” he realized.  

“Of course, I am... I gotta build the tension while I have you blinded folded.” you said as you slowly climbed off his lap and towards his hardened length that happily sits high against the air leaking beads of pre cum, waiting for attention of its own.  

You came face to face with Johnny’s tip. A strangled moan leaves his lips as he felt your warm breathing hit his shaft causing for a shiver to run through his body. Before he could protest to you, you started to kitten lick his tip, causing him to throw his head back in ecstasy at the feeling.  

You continued to kitten lick, enjoying the look of pleasure and torment that started to wrap around Johnny’s facial expression. Johnny bucked his hips up trying to gain some sort of other type of stimulation as he knew that he didn’t like you teasing him with such small licks.  

“Tsk, you’re getting needy.” you retorted as you started to fist his shaft.  

With a groan, Johnny bucked up at the sensation. “Watch your tone angel. I may be blind folded but that doesn’t mean you have the reigns completely.” he said between teeth as he felt you take as much of his length into your mouth.  

“Mmm, you’re always more talk than action anyways baby.” you mumbled as you gasped up for air before going back down and bobbing your head just the way Johnny likes it.  

Johnny sat up as much as he could without hurting both you and him and wrapped his fingers in your hair pulling you off of him. “Don’t tempt me angel, you know I’ll make you regret it.”  

“Regret it? More like make me love it.” you said as you gave him a somewhat fucked out smile.  

“Tsk, you’re a brat, you knew that?” johnny sneered as he blindly guided you back to what you were doing.  

Happily going back to business, you started to deep throat Johnny, causing you to gag around his length as you tried to control your breathing.  

Johnny felt the way you swallowed around him causing him to groan and tighten his grip on your hair. Making your eyes tear up even more as you continued to push down on him before pulling away, causing strings of saliva to connect from the tip to your mouth.  

“I didn’t say you could stop.” Johnny said as he pushed your head back down on his shaft and started to face fuck you, not showing you any sort of mercy.  

“Fuck angel your throat is so tight.” Johnny moaned out as he held you down to where the tip of your nose touched the base of his shaft.  

You tapped Johnny’s thigh, signaling to him to need to breath, to which he lets you up and lets you catch your breath. As you tried to go back down on him, Johnny pulled your head back.  

“I’m not cumming like this. Ride me.” he ordered, not leaving any room for discussion.  

You bit your lip as you tried to suppress the smile on your face. “Yes, daddy.” you said as you straddled his lap once again.  

Once situated, you take hold of his shaft and align him to your entrance. You slowly sink down, making the two of you moan out at the sensation of your joining.  

“Soaking wet as always.” Johnny comments as he felt your slick trinkle down from between your folds to his base.  

A moan leaves your lips as his words as you slowly started to fuck yourself.  

You held onto his shoulders to level yourself as you started to pick up speed just as the pleasure started to become deliciously intense. Not being able to hold back anymore, Johnny takes hold of your hips as slams you down. This causes you to arch your back and moan out in pleasure at the sensation.  

He held you in place as he started to fuck up into you, completely getting lost in the pleasure. You couldn’t complain as this was exactly what you wanted from him. “F-fuck angel you feel so fucking good.” He moans as he bit his bottom lip.  

With how intense he was fucking you, the blind fold started to fall down from its original position. Not like either of you cared that it came off, just the intense eye contact that was happening could cause goose bumps to form on your skin.  

When the blind fold came off, Johnny could see the pleasure written all over your face as you looked at him. He saw the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head before you threw your head back as strings of moans leave your lips.  

Johnny took hold of your waist and flipped both of you over to where he was on top of you, not once coming out of you. He continued his brutal pace inside of you making you see stars.  

“So beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous my angel.” Johnny moaned out as he started to see how fucked out you were becoming. 

“Mmhm, y-yes…” you trailed off as you moaned.  

“Dumb on my cock already angel?” Johnny teased as he started to tweet with your harden nipples.  

“Y-yes — “a moan coming from you cut you off as Johnny’s hand trails down to your clit, squeezing it between his fingers.  

“Hmmm, just how I like to see you.” Johnny mumbled to himself as he watched the way you react to his touch.  

Johnny’s eyes trail down from your face to where you both join together. Seeing the way, you sucked him inside of you had him going feral inside. He pulled out of you, causing you to whimper at the lost feeling of being full.  

“Just for a moment baby, I need you to turn for me, okay?” Johnny said as he helped you turn onto your stomach.  

Automatically, you arched your ass up off of the bed giving Johnny a full show of your pussy, slick coming out of it for how good he was fucking you.  

“Fuck angel, look at the way you’re dripping.” Johnny says as he takes hold of your ass cheeks and spreads them apart so he could get a better view of your wet entrance.  

“J-Johnny please…” you whine as you pushed yourself against him.  

A slap landed right on your ass, causing you to jolt forward with a moan. “Patience.”  

You whimpered as you looked over your shoulder to see Johnny completely mesmerized by the sight before him.  

Johnny delivered a couple more slaps before kneading the tender flesh in his hands. He leaned down and placed kisses along your ass cheeks before he bit into one, making you moan loudly.  

Aligning himself with your entrance, Johnny thrusted himself into you in one go delivering the fullness you’ve been trying to regain back.  

Johnny continued the brutal pace from before, chasing the high within both of you that he knew was around the corner.  

“I-I’m…” you trailed off as you stuffed your head between the pillows below you as the pleasure was too much to bear with.  

“Fuck yourself on my cock angel.” A hiss escapes through his lips as you start to move yourself along his shaft, chasing the height that’s building up tightly.  

With a twitch from your walls and one last thrust on Johnny’s cock, you found your legs shaking in pleasure causing them to give out.  

Johnny followed your movement. He pressed himself deeper inside of you due to the position of you laying down completely on the bed. He continued thrusting into you hastily helping you through your orgasm, causing some overstimulation, as he chased after his own high.  

You felt like you were on cloud nine as Johnny brought you into overstimulation. Small, whiny moans leave your lips as he continued.  

You felt Johnny’s cock twitch inside of you, signaling that he’s about to release his load.  

“Angel, fuck I’m so close.” Johnny groaned out as he continued.  

“Inside.” You mumbled into the pillows.  

Johnny took hold of your hair and pulled your head back. “What was that angel?” He whispered into your ear.  

Chills run down your back as goosebumps rise onto your skin. “I-inside of me baby please.” You cried as you felt you were close to a second orgasm.  

“Fuck baby…you drive me crazy.” Johnny said as he brought his lips onto yours, shoving his tongue inside of your mouth to dominate the kiss.  

Lost in the kiss, you felt the sensation in your stomach tighten once again causing you to clench around Johnny. 

“Mmgh, fuck!” Johnny moaned out of the kiss as he started to release his load.  

As you felt the hot strands of his cum inside of you, you came around his cock for the second time tonight.  

Johnny put his weight on his arms so he wouldn’t fully collapse on you. Slowly, Johnny moved to the side, careful not to hurt you as he was still inside of you. He brought the two of you to your sides where he pushed the hair that clung onto your sweat damp forehead away from your face.  

Johnny softly caressed your arm; this causes you to stir slightly at the gentle sensation. Groggily, you opened your eyes and looked over your shoulder to see Johnny smiling down at you with a gentle smile. 

“Happy birthday baby.” you said softly as you took hold of his hand.  

“Thank you for the birthday surprise angel.” Johnny said as he placed a tender kiss on your shoulder.  

With one last shared kiss, the two of you drifted off into sleep content with another successful birthday surprise.  

ummm thANK YOU TO MY 100+ FOLLOWERS!? ☹️🖤 honestly to see that so many of you like what I write is enough but to see that many of you following me makes me cry in joy 😭🫶🏼 thank you thank you thank youuuuu you guys encourage me 🖤

But I hope you guys enjoyed this fic! Had to give Johnny something for his birthday (ofc he ain’t seeing this cause— well 💀)

So much love from me to you MWAH MWAH 😚🖤

— mochi 🕷️

[victoria-grimesss]

Hello! I was reading what you are okay with to write and I noticed that included angst and self harm? I know that's a heavy topic, but if you're still okay with that, could I request Gale and Astarion finding out their fem Tav (separate please) has self harm scars? I have my own and this game is currently my comfort. Thank you

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->Pairing: Gale x Fem!Tav, Astarion x Fem!Tav ->Warning: Trigger Warning for talk of self harm/suicidal thoughts. Please do not read if you are not comfortable with these topics. And if you ever are going through anything please reach out to someone, you matter and are loved :) My inbox is always open. ->A/N: Some game spoilers. I wanted to use both character's stories to really connect them to Tav. I hope this is something like you wanted!!

->Astarion:

He had been troubled since opening up to you about Cazador. You never did mention the scars on his back after your first night together but he saw your lingering stare. He wondered what you thought. He never really cared about what others thought about him until you. Others were always just pawns to be played, what could he gain from them? How could he get them back to Cazador easily? But you ruined his whole plan, he didn't like how mushy he felt around you. How his walls were coming down and he didn't know how to handle it. So he turned his back on you, becoming shorter and more distant. Trying to build the wall between you two back up.

--

Everyone was asleep by the time you had wrapped up your night and approached his tent. He was staring at the symbol on the ground, the marks on his back you had so kindly drawn into the dirt. The scowl on his face was evident.

"It's repulsive, isn't it?"

You cross your arms, sympathy blooming in your chest.

"I find no part of you repulsive Astarion. This being one of them."

You point to the ground. He scoffs, his eyes rolling before he huffs and sits before the marking.

"May I sit with you for a while?"

"I suppose."

You join him on the rug adorned right outside his tent, it's a tense silence. You're not quite sure what to say. Of how to approach this.

"We'll figure out what it means, I promise." You place a hand over his in a way to comfort him. He pulls back, if eyes could burn that dirt would be lit-aflame by now.

"And what good will figuring it out mean?! It will still be there, a reminder of all the torment and years Cazador had-has a hold on me.”

“Maybe it can give you some closure, we’ll figure out what it means and we’ll take down Cazador together.”

He laughs a bit, standing and looking down at you. “I do admire your ambition darling but I don’t think you know what you’re up against. And gods even if we did kill the bastard what then? It will still be there. Taunting me, reminding me of what those 200 years held.”

You chew your lip, somehow comforting people was the hardest battle you’ve encountered.

“Your scars are a reminder of how strong you are, of what you’ve gone through and survived. They don’t define you.”

By now he’s grown frustrated, trying to maintain his suave composure and demeanor.

“Right. And what would you know about scars hm? Did you have them forcibly carved upon you while all you could do was sit there and bear it?”

“I do.”

“Oh”

He’s surprised, he certainly didn’t mean to taunt you with those words, all those times he fed on you he never saw any scars. But to be fair you were quite elusive with exposing yourself.

You clear your thoughts and urge him to sit beside you again.

“I may not understand scars being forced upon me, but I inflicted them upon myself.”

Your eyes move to your sleeve where you roll it up, your scars being shown to him, your past on full display.

“Darling, I-”

“It is fine Astarion. These scars are just a part of me. Within the darkest part of my life, I carved them, hoping they could take my pain away. But I look at them now and I see a stronger version of myself. I lived through this dark time and it shows I am stronger than my haunted past. I want you to find your strength in yours. You are more than your past. I fell in love with the man before me for who he truly is.”

“Gods you truly do speak like those romance tomes don’t you.” He speaks through a sniffle that’s masked with a laugh.

“Well, this has turned into quite the sappy night.”

He laughs but his eyes are watery, as are yours.

"Plenty of adventuring to be done tomorrow, lets go to sleep yea?"

"Yea, lets. My sweet."

--

->Gale:

What a kind man.

He was always so honest and caring towards you.

It had been a long day, grueling and never-ending. Your thoughts just yearning for any kind of rest. You slowly make your way over to Gales's tent, he's propped up on some pillows inside reading as usual, candle-light flickering, painting the walls of the tent with shadows. His eyes light up seeing you there.

"Hello, my love what a pleasure seeing you tonight."

You smile and he pats the spot next to him, you oblige and lay next to him, his tent smells of old books and tea leaves. It's instantly soothing, you study him in the low light. How the veins from the orb move and weave around his chest, lightly dancing around his cheekbone.

"I can feel you staring." He looks at you from the side of his eyes, a smirk just barely there. You hum lightly,

"Just admiring you." He traces your eyes back to the orb, then refocuses on the book.

"Does it bother you, it being there forever?" You ask quietly.

He closes the book and sits up more, full focus on you.

"I mean, seeing how the route I plan to take will keep it there forever I have.. made my peace with it. Although your generosity with those magical items certainly makes it easier. I do owe you that much. Why do you ask darling?"

You grow quiet, nerves playing with you.

"I just, sometimes I wonder if I will grow comfortable with mine as you are with yours."

He seems to understand the gravity of your words.

"Oh Y/N."

He grasps your hand before placing a kiss on the back of it,

"I may not be able to make you comfortable with yourself or your scars but I assure you, you are everything one could want and more. I assure you I see the most beautiful woman in front of me and nothing in your past or present could ever change that."

Your free hand comes to cup his cheek, pressing your lips to the other one.

"Promise?"

"My lady, you have my word."

[akutasoda]

please, can I request for angst no comfort (if you’re uncomfortable doing that it’s alright!) with Dan Heng? I think being on tumblr changed me? I crave so much angst now😞

or! If youre not in the mood, may I suggest fluff with Seth (ZZZ) or Heizou (GI) I BARELY see any Seth fics, only two on here, my bbg need more love than this! 🥺

thank you, I love your works!

-anon🧅

nightmares that bleed into reality

synopsis - his nightmares were frequent but now they seemed to hurt more than just him.

includes - dan heng

warnings - gn!reader, slight fluff, angst no comfort, arguments, wc - 575

a/n: as mentioned before, i wrote the seth one and posted it separately prior!!

it had been a more peaceful day on the express.

eventually, the tranquil day bled into the serenity of night that befell the train. everyone had resigned to their respective rooms which included you and dan heng. most days you would retire in your actual designated room, but occasionally you would join dan heng in his.

well, it was the data bank and so you only really started joining him when he fulfilled his promise of getting something a little more comfortable as a bed. you weren't asking much, just something more than pillows and blankets strewn across the hard floor, which was mainly solved by a roll mat or something similar.

simple conversations soon turned into hushed whispers as to avoid waking any other passengers - not that it was easy to. it wasn't too long until you both ended up lying side by side, legs entangled, and slowly drifting off into serene slumber. the express finally became cloaked in an entire veil of silence.

one that didn't last long. everyone was asleep. and yet, dan heng started tossing and turning. his mind was being tormented by violent visions. memories that didn't belong to him flashed through his mind, holding so much pain and suffering that it caused unease to settle in his mind.

you both knew it wasn't unusual for dan heng to have nightmares. they were the main reason that he didn't want to start sharing a room with you. dan heng feared that if he woke up, he'd wake you up and burden you with his problems - it was a common fact that dan heng didn't get much sleep because of them, he didn't want it rubbing off on you.

at first, it wasn't an issue. sure he did wake you up occasionally but it didn't take you long before you found says to help him calm down. dan heng actually found his nightmares more manageable with you around. whether that was because you helped him ground himself or simply because of your presence.

but tonight was worse.

he went through his usual tossing and turning before shooting up in a cold sweat. immediately you were woken up and it only took you a few seconds to realise he'd been shaken up by another nightmare.

you called out his name gently, sleep still heavily laced in your voice. unfortunately, dan heng was still caught up in what transpired in his nightmares. he couldn't recognise that you were beside him, that he was in the data bank. no. he thought he was in danger, and that you weren't who you were.

so he snapped. dan heng scrambled to push you away and pointed his spesr at you. you froze in pure terror.

it was only when his sleep muddled brain started clearing that he recognised you. the pure fear in your face that made his heart ache. dan heng was ashamed of himself. he shakily dropped his spesr and shakily moved away, what if he hurt you? what if he did something worse?

you couldn't even get a word out before he was asking, begging, you to leave.

taglist - @little-miss-chaoss, @frankiesteinn

[catulhu333]

Khaine and Khorne being directly stated to be the same

While this is an often discussed theory, or that the two are at least closely connected, and many hints of it in lore/fluff, there are at least two instances in canon were this was directly stated. First one is very old, from the 1988 article "Witch Elves!" in White Dwarf #108: "The Kryrnaa are an ancient order, founded during the early dark days of the building of Naggarond. They had turned from the worship of Slaanesh soon after their exile from the Elven Kingdoms, and, still drawn by the allure of Chaos, took the murderous Khaine as their new Master. For many centuries the Krynaa were a secret order, their name heard only in the whisperings of dark passages, but their numbers slowly grew. And as the Krynaa increased in strength, there came the inevitable conflict with the Dru Perim. For Khaine is that aspect of the Blood God recognised by the Druchii, and the Blood God, known to other races as Khorne, is the sworn enemy of Slaanesh."

The second time, is much newer excerpt, from 2006's Liber Chaotica:

"Of Pleasure And Rage

Behold! For I speak to you from the Shadows - the Great Darkness, that gives meaning to all Light. At the heart of this Realm, shrouded and unclear, stands the Powers of Chaos, locked in each other's embrace, hated lovers and eternal companions.

These Four are like points upon a compass - none are close and some are opposite. War and Pleasure are two such opposites, facing each other across eternity, hating and warring, two ideals seperated by an impassable gulf of Belief and Purpose. For Khorne is discipline, hardness, suffering and rage, while Slaanesh is indulgence, beauty, ecstasy and lust. Their opposition is carved upon the knucklebones of fate and conflict can be their only recourse.

Yet how mightier is Khorne than his delight-filled sibling! Oldest of gods and greatest of warriors, Khorne's armies stretch from infinity to infinity to infinity and the Pleasure God may not rival Him. But this was not always so. For in the days when the Slaanesh, Last Born and Most Beautiful, strove for existence, His power waxed stronger than all other gods, be they seperate or together, and it seemed as though His spiteful triumph would destroy the Balance in the Warp.

But as is ever the case, Khorne was there to stem the flow of Delight. He saw the growth of His youngest sibling, and hated Him even before his birth. With His mighty arms, Khorne sought to crush the life from Slaanesh before He had even left His womb, but the war god had not counted on the passion of Slaanesh's creators, and the harder He squeezed the greater the pressure became to drive His arms apart.

The war god fought on. He sought to give all mortals time to bring an end to their corrupting decadence - the decadence that fed the nascent Power that was Slaanesh. But mortals are weak as gods are not, and though some used the time bought for them by Khorne to learn from their wicked ways, many others did not and sank ever deeper into indolence and debauchery.

Slaanesh's tempermental screams and self-tormenting nightmares echoed through the Aethyr, and insanity bloomed on every world. Terrible storms raged throughout Heaven and Hell, and rains of fire lashed across Khorne's back, but His grip ever stayed firm around His embryonic sibling. Freezing winds tore at His face and floods of poison crept up His legs, yet still the War God would not let go.

Then His brother came upon the scene. Decay stood there beside War.

"Give up," sighed Father Nurgle. "Give into what must be. It is the nature of things that morals decay and cultures must rot. Mortals cannot leave their destined path."

Khorne turned away from His brother and grasped His wrists all the tighter. Then a gust of coloured light brought there to the brothers the Changer of Ways, and Tzeentch gazed upon the War God with amusement and disdain.

"End this," he hissed. "For it must come to pass. Change is the constant that cannot be changed. We Three must be Four, so the Game has demanded. Be it now, be it later, our sibling must come."

But Khorne would have none of it. He rorared His fury until the universe shook, and the foundations of All That Is, All That Was, and All That Shall Be, threatened to crumble. His brothers left Him then, one with a sigh and one with a chuckle, for both knew that the ending was close.

Upon the Mortal Plane the wars had all ceased. All morals and laws had rotted away, and the change to conceit was almost done. The Three wavered as decadence took hold, and Slaanesh expanded beyond size and beyond measure. But Khorne, unable to see defeat, hung on to His charge though his arms were bent back and His body near-crushed. Then with a scream of release that ripped through the Warp, Slaanesh threw off His eldest brother and burst into being.

Such was the Event of Slaanesh's birth, the metal body that had contained Khorne's essence since He had slain Khaelis Ra, shattered into a thousand pieces that scattered across the dimensions. But though His soul had been freed from its silver prison, Khorne had not the strength to strike a counter blow against exultant Slaanesh, and so the Pleasure God was left to reap the souls of His mortal creators and set His Throne alongside those of His brothers. So it was that the Three became Four and the Eternal Pantheon was complete.

From whenever 'then' was, until wherever 'now' is, the gods have continued their unending dance, twirling each other through the minds and souls of mortals. First one leads and then another, each keeping step in this pavane of peril, a stately measure played out to the beating of human hearts.

None of these powers can ever truly win against its brothers, for, as the Great Conspirator did say, it is the nature of things that change is the only constant - and nowhere is this more true than within the shadow place that is Chaos.

Yet still the gods dance and their bellows of delight shake the universe.

from the 'Liber Maleficarum'. Restricted distribution 2405- I.C. by order of K. M. Eisel, Witch Hunter Captain"

(written down by Dreadnautilus on reddit, as the fragment was in handwriting in Liber Chaotica).

As seen in the fragment describes Khorne fighting and destroying K(h)aelis Ra (the Nightbringer), exactly like Khaine was described in lore from the same period (the short story, and in-universe Eldar myth "The Birth of Fear"). And being, or rather Khaine/Khorne's shell being shattered by Slaanesh.

Does it mean Khorne and Khaine are the same? Not necessarily. Even the fluff from Liber Chaotica implies they are no longer the same, being split by Slaanesh. It's also hard to tell if this fluff/lore is canon, especially seeing multiple elements from the White Dwarf #108 were directly retconned. Still, it does show there were instances were the two gods of war and blood were stated to be same.

combined artworks of Khaine by Jes Goodwin and Khorne by Ian Miller

[ayyyez]

hello!! I hope you are feeling well!! can i ask for headcanons madara and tobirama with f!reader who is a very strong kunoichi, equal in strength to them? but at the same time she is very affectionate with them. thank you in advance!!

A/N: I am having a good energy day today so I am good thank you! I hope you are well too. Oh absolutely! This is actually my favourite kind of s/o to write for them. Not that I can't imagine them with a non-fighter s/o it's just this is my favourite kind of dynamic to write for these two. Including the affection too haha. Thanks for the request.

TAGS: relationship headcanons, fluff, general dynamics, shinobi reader, affectionate reader, flirting, kissing

CHARACTERS: Madara Uchiha, Tobirama Senju

MADARA UCHIHA

This gremlin? ohohoho. Alright here we go.

For him strength is quite the turn on. He sees you kicking someones ass or taking someone down and that's the moment he's down bad. Madara is attracted to you immediately.

Bonus points if you can banter with him too THAT really gets him hooked. Strong AND can hold your own against him with your quick wit?

Be still his beating heart. Probably says that out loud.

Chases you from the moment he sees you if it's village timeline. If it's pre village he's internally suffering over the "enemy" he's longing for into the late evenings.

You might be on opposing sides but his nights are filled with your interactions.

He's tossing and turning constantly.

Those interactions run through his head and he's tormented by the fact you'll never be his but still he longs for you. He craves you. He has to have you~

The interactions the two of you have are heated.

Fights where the two of you battle for dominance, cutting each other with honeyed words in a cloud of lust.

It was hard to tell if he was fighting you or flirting with you. Injuries were had but none dyer or ever resulting in serious consequences.

Then came the day you forced him onto his back, weapon kicked away and arms pined beside his head. Both of you panting. The tension palpable.

The way you to stared at each other, pupils dilated—it couldn't be seen as disdain or hate but something else.

That's when the two of you kissed.

You weren't really sure who leant in first. The two of you met in the middle. Both of you wanting this from the beginning.

Your lips sweet on his. He couldn't help but wanting more as he pushed, pushed, pushed further into the—oh his hands were in your hair now—when did your hands release him?

The two of you together are a couple of insatiable gremlins. He's just as affectionate although he does attempt to keep it in check in public.

The second his jealousy is kicked into gear though or his possessiveness kicks in so does his physical affection.

If you are in anyway the same it only spurs him on too.

You kiss him in public? He's smirking like a show for the around onlookers after.

It's to say 'Yeah this is my s/o.'

Always pushing into your touch the second you're reaching for him.

Take his chin in your hand and pull his face (tug that bitch) toward you. Make him wait (he's not patient but make him be it's fun) and gently brush you lips against his to keep him wanting.

It's a good way to make him melt and rile him up.

There's also the gentle moments. The absent minded touches. The two of you always seem to have a hand on each other. Resting on a thigh, the small of the back, head resting on a shoulder.

Physical affection in private can be a little more playful. Just bite his shoulder and he'll not even think twice about it. 'May I help you?' or 'And what do I owe this pleasure?' Yes, biting his shoulder amuses him, ergo pleasure lmao.

Kind of gets an ego boost seeing all the different sides of you.

TOBIRAMA SENJU

Honestly? Tobirama NEEDS someone who can kick his ass. Whether that be verbally or physically it doesn't matter as long as you call him out on his shit.

The fact you are on the same physical level as him as a shinobi is just a bonus (and he won't admit it in a hundred years but he's turned on~)

You've got to play it smart with the affection and not come on too fast too soon. Honestly, in general with all things with Tobirama you can't come on too fast.

He's like a gentle current, flowing steadily along the stream until suddenly he's a powerful waterfall crashing down (yeah that's him falling for you–steadily then all at once)

At first the affection is going to be a point of discomfort for him.

One, because he's not used to it and two, he's not sure why he keeps thinking about it. The feel of your touch, wondering about the meaning behind it.

It makes him so frustrated because you've become a distraction and somewhat a fixation for him–pulling him from important priorities.

it's not long before he pushes that logic aside though.

He starts longing for more of your touch, expecting it and seeking it out. More and more. It's all he can think about.

Those small touches of affection are things that get him through the day and the warmth he begins to crave.

He tolerates them now.

Tobirama runs cold and by nature seeks out warmth. Finds his hands soothed when yours envelop his. The same when your hand finds his cheek. It takes everything not to press into it. Sometimes he lets himself (just a little) and mostly when he's exhausted.

Craves physical affection.

Touch starved.

Will almost never seek out your touch so you intiating physical affection is the perfect balance.

Just kind of leans into your hold whenever you reach out. Like a magnet to your warmth. Whole body presses against you when he's exhausted, that's your cue to pull him close and gently stroke your fingertips up and down his back.

Put each hand on his cheeks and stroke them. When he relaxes thats the time to catch him off guard (not really he's always on guard but he's more relaxed) and pull him in and kiss him. Long drawn out kisses that leave him longing.

These moment give him a little more energy. They allow you to see those rare small smiles.

Tobirama also really values your opinion on things regarding shinobi life and village life in general.

Will ask your input on things and involve you on village matters (sometimes just to spend more time with you) other times simply because its important to him.

Post policy discussion make outs at home once you come to a conclusion of how to strengthen the village. Holding him tight and kissing him hard.

Tobirama is very into you in these moments.

It may take a little time for Tobirama to adjust to the affection but it is something he grows to not only love but take comfort in. He appreciates your strength and affection in equal parts.

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HAND FIVE - STRAIGHT

summary: in a season where you're determined to fly under the radar, newly-returned crown prince!touya todoroki has other ideas. in this hand, a death is dodged and a deal is made (again).

wc: 3.3k

cw/tags: royalty!au/regency!au, fem!reader, mentions of blood and injury, what are we? trope, hurt/comfort, swearing, mentions of eating and food, unabashed references to dbatc and fortnight by taylor swift, also keigo is here lol

note: i love injury/comfort prompts, that's all. hope you enjoy!

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“Who was that?”

“No one you need to care about,” Touya assures you when he steps back into the carriage, but he catches the skeptical narrow of your eyes as you follow the receding top hat-wearing figure. There was never getting anything past you, he’d learned over the weeks of your fake courtship. “It’s just personal business that requires my attention.” You hum, unnaturally letting the conversation drop and turning your gaze back to the scenery outside the window. Against his better judgment, he decides to press your buttons further. “You’re not going to accuse me of nefarious activities, my lady?”

“I’m not sure of what you mean, Your Highness,” you state curtly, a nearly imperceptible amount of malice behind your words. He frowns, searching his recent memories for what could possibly be bothering you. Was it something he’d said? Did he beat you too badly at poker? Were you craving a snack from the market? He stares dumbly until you finally meet his eye and you carefully nod your head over to the side, toward the third occupant of the carriage. Oh, shit. Right, he’s here too. 

“Please don’t feel the need to censor yourself for my sake, my lady,” the handsome, blonde airhead that was Prince Keigo Takami says politely while Touya fights the urge to groan. As the other crown prince of the nearest neighboring kingdom, Keigo had tormented Touya’s existence for an annoyingly large part of his life. He visited annually in his signature scarlet coats with gilded birds of prey embroidered on the sleeves, a stark contrast to Touya’s wardrobe of blue and silver. To his further irritation, your maroon day dress and satin gloves matched with Keigo’s color scheme and drew a harsh contrast between the two benches in the carriage. “Though, I do appreciate you sitting next to me for the trip to the market district. You are a better conversation partner than your suitor, if I may be blunt.” The smile you give Keigo is fake, he knows, but it still makes him nauseous to see you laughing with someone other than him. 

“It’s easy to imagine how this ride would have progressed if I were not here,” you chuckle and the prince next to you beams. Touya sticks his tongue out in disgust when Keigo is preoccupied looking out the window and you shoot him a stern look, making him click his tongue and cross his arms defensively over his chest. “The modiste that I visit for my nicer dresses is just down that street,” you point out, returning your attention to Keigo. “If Lady Rumi requires a dress for the end-of-season ball, she will be more than satisfied with the Yaoyorozu family’s work.” 

“I will pass word along,” Keigo affirms. “Have you decided what you will wear for the end-of-season ball?” You shake your head, examining a stray thread sticking out from your gloves and not looking anywhere near the other occupant of the carriage. 

“Most likely a dress similar to this one. The beading on this bodice is my favorite, but I may need a different color since I wore red last year.” 

“I believe blue would be a wonderful color for you, if I may,” Keigo offers and you nod, the stiffening of your posture almost too subtle for Touya to catch. Blue was always Touya’s color, the same way red was Keigo’s. “Wouldn’t you agree, Touya?” Asshole. You blink at him expectantly and he clears his throat for an excuse to stop looking at you. 

“Wear what you want,” he mumbles eventually, his words directed at the window beside him instead of you. “I don’t care.” A part of him dies from being so cold to you; but, if his indifference bothers you, you’re a master at hiding it. Prince Keigo, however, draws his mouth into a taut line in something akin to disappointment. 

“Forgive him for his cold demeanor,” Keigo amends, giving you an apologetic smile. “He’s been nauseous in carriage rides since we were children. It must be making him more irritable than usual.” 

“The only thing irritable about this carriage ride is you, Keigo,” Touya mutters with his eyes closed, his forehead pressed against the glass. He must’ve been in hell, the way Keigo was trying to silently implore him to say something and how you were wearing red, of all colors to wear. Red? Were you fucking kidding? “And, that obnoxious shade on your clothes,” he adds. You bark out a laugh that lacks any amount of humor, nothing like the warmth you’d shown Keigo. You were certainly angry at him. 

“I’m honored you find this shade so deplorable, Your Highness, since it belonged to my grandmother.” You huff an emotional breath with a hand over your heart. “May her soul rest in peace.” Touya’s face is lit on fire and he checks his watch in a futile attempt to make time go faster. Keigo manages to conjure up a few stunned apologies, but you end up sitting with the two princes for the rest of the ride in silence. 

Your dramatic sadness was feigned, of course. Truthfully, the dress was just a gift from your father for your birthday the previous year. Your grandmother had left you nothing but old shoes at her passing when you were barely fourteen, but Touya didn’t need to know that. 

You wanted to bother him, make him angry, and push him to his emotional limits just as he was testing yours. He was exceedingly frustrating lately, blurring the lines between fake affection and genuine romantic gestures so often, it left your head spinning. Every time you thought you had a grasp on where his mind was strategically, he’d turn around and look at you so lovingly that your knees would weaken. The feelings slowly making themselves known were becoming impossible to ignore, and you settled for re-discovering your dislike for Touya to combat them. 

And, obviously, he’d taken notice. 

“You’re upset with me,” he mutters next to you, quiet enough so that no one in the square could eavesdrop. Prince Keigo was away for the time being, looking through swatches of fabric that could be used for the palace’s new curtains. “I want to know why.”

“What gives you such an impression?” 

“You’re refusing to look at me, for starters,” he grits out. You abruptly turn on your heel and move to the next stall, selling winter wear and other warm clothes. A dark blue cloak catches your eye and you run your fingers over the ruched velvet. It was beautifully made and gave you an excuse to continue ignoring the prince. “Do you like it? You can have it,” he says from over your shoulder, gesturing for a nearby servant to pay the vendor. Before currency can be exchanged, you shake your head, giving the seller your thanks before leaving. The prince’s patience was sure to be running short now, and you glance at the clocktower for an estimate on how much longer you had to endure this. When you’re about to find a new hiding spot, an all-too-familiar hand grips your wrist and you’re dragged into a nearby alley between two buildings. The prince’s arm comes up to block you in, forcing you to meet his eyes. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” The prince is close enough that you can see where the skin of his scars draw jagged lines across his face. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He all but spits the word and you refuse to back down from his glare. “You think you can just ignore me and get away with it? You think you can just back out of our deal?”

“I never said I was backing out of anything,” you snarl. “Maybe, I just want you to leave me alone for a single moment!” 

“I am your prince,” he hisses.

“And I am to be your intended within a fortnight, only for you to leave me like none of the exchanges we shared mattered in the slightest. Let me deal with that how I will,” you demand and shove his arm out of your way, storming into the marketplace and disappearing among the crowd. You hear him call out your name but you don’t dare respond, an odd feeling akin to grief starting to stir in your chest. You catch the faintest blur of movement running along the walkways between the four towers surrounding the square–

And barely dodge the arrow aimed directly for your liver. 

The marketplace descends into chaos within seconds as another barrage of arrows fires in your direction and you duck behind a stand as it falls, frantic customers running about like ants trapped in a jar. You pull your legs close and spot a growing patch of red dripping from your skirt and cringe when you see the gash cutting into the right side of your calf. You must have caught it on something while you were running, or a stray arrow grazed it during the first wave. From what you could tell, there were probably three or four assailants, all armed with bows and shooting in your direction. You silently prayed that Touya was still alive, however much you wanted to strangle him yourself. Boots skid to a stop in front of you and you’re ready to fight the attacker off with a nearby shard of stained glass, but relax when Keigo’s worried face appears in front of you. 

“Shit, there you are. I saw you storm off right before the attack started and figured Touya said something stupid again,” he says, his relief evident. “Are you hurt?” 

“There’s a wound on my leg,” you inform him with a wince, pulling up your skirt and fighting back a wave of nausea when you see how much blood is gushing from it. “I don’t–I don’t think I should be losing…” 

“That much blood, I know,” Keigo finishes, holding out his hand and tugging you out from under the table. With a hand around your waist, he guides you back into the dark alley, away from the screaming crowd, unrelenting streams of arrows, and the sudden smell of something burning. “Stay here, I’ll send Touya to come get you.” 

“But–”

“No buts. He’s going to kill me if something happens to you, so just stay here. Okay?” You nod and back further into the alley, an airy feeling growing in your mind that was making it hard to think. You register Keigo running back out into the conflict, but don’t remember how you ended up slumped against the wall or how long you stayed there until Touya tore his way through the darkness. The airiness in your head was concerning, now, but something in your head said that sleeping it off would make it go away. The prince didn’t think so. 

“You gotta stay with me,” you hear him plead, his body crouched in front of you and his face inches from yours. Something was bright and vividly blue behind him in the square, waving like a clothesline in a hurricane. Fire? “If you go to sleep, that’s going to ruin many, many things for me.”

“I’m bleeding out and the only thing you can think of is yourself,” you murmur, blinking slowly. The dry skin of his palms meet your cheek as he gently holds your face upright, his burning stare wrought with concern. “Typical.”

“The only thing I’m thinking of right now is you, dumbass,” he snaps, glancing up and down the alley. “I need to move you. I have a safe house a few blocks down from here. If we go now–”

“I can’t,” you tell him in a broken whisper and his face falls. “It hurts too much to walk.”

“I’ll carry you. I don’t care how far or for how long, I just need to get you somewhere safe.” Desperation starts to leak into his voice and, if you weren’t on the verge of passing out, you would tease him. “Wrap your arm around my shoulder because we have to go, now.” You have no choice but to obey him as his arms slip under your legs and back, and you stifle a cry into your fist when a blinding spike of pain throbs in your calf. 

“Touya, it hurts,” you groan against his chest. “It really fucking hurts.”

“I know it does. Just hold out for a little longer and I’ll stop the bleeding, I promise. You’re going to be okay.” The dark alleys of the market district become a blur of bricks and broken windows, ultimately fading into darkness as Touya’s voice becomes distant. 

–

You wake with a start in an unfamiliar bed and register the dull pain in your calf, now carefully wrapped in thick gauze. It was dark and you could vaguely make out silhouettes of furniture in dim candlelight. You were in an attic of some sorts, your bed shoved against a slanted wall and facing a large circular window that overlooked the city. A small sofa, a set of drawers, and a desk were haphazardly strewn across the remaining space, and a surprisingly soft rug hits your feet when you swing your legs over the edge of the bed. Before you can stand, a square cutout in the floor pops up and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t relieved to see who opened the hatch. 

“What the hell are you doing sitting up? You should be resting,” Touya commands, hurriedly setting down a tray of food and rushing to your side. Without meeting your eyes, he kneels in front of you as you open your mouth to argue, but the words die on your tongue when he gingerly takes your calf in his hands. “The bleeding stopped, thankfully, but you need to be careful not to open your stitches.”

“You gave me stitches?” 

“No, a friend did. She’s good with needles and better with blood than I am,” he replies absentmindedly, still turning your leg over in his palms. He rotates the limb a little too far to the side and you inhale through your teeth, flinching away as far as you could go. “Shit, sorry.” He stands abruptly and retrieves the tray of food from the floor near the hatch, setting it on an empty spot on the bed before sitting down himself. “Are you hungry? You need to eat something, and drink water, and probably rest some more–” 

“Touya,” you insist, grabbing his hand as it shakily rearranged various small plates of food. He finally looks at you and you’re met with an expression you’ve never seen on his stupidly handsome face. The prince looked…scared. “Just give me a second to process things, please.” 

“You need to heal,” he protests. “I will take care of you.”

“You can, if you tell me where I am right now,” you state and he exhales out of his mouth, considering you a moment longer before setting the tray in your lap. “I’ll eat, but I need you to explain to me what happened.” He watches you take a few small bites from your fork before answering, like he was still afraid you’d deny him the opportunity to dote on you. 

“We were attacked. Assassination attempt on my life. You just happened to be in the crossfire,” he scowls. “I’m sorry you were hurt because of me.” The silence in the attic as you eat is palpable. “And…I’m sorry for whatever I did to make you angry.” Your mouth quirks into the tiniest smile, but it’s again devoid of any real humor. 

“You still don’t understand what you’ve been doing?” He was wracking his brain again, trying to figure out what he’d done, but no answer occurred to him. 

“I don’t, but I do feel remorse that I’ve upset you,” he admits, hoping you’d put him out of his misery and just tell him what he did wrong so he could fix it. He wanted to fix your sad smile the same way he’d fixed your leg, but something in him was saying that what you were feeling wasn’t simply physical. “If we’re going to finish the deal–”

“That’s why I’m upset,” you interject and he pauses. How could you be mad about the deal when you’d been so agreeable only a few weeks ago? “I can’t say I enjoy how this agreement has been progressing.” 

“What have I done to upset you?”

“What haven’t you done should be your question,” you mutter almost imperceptibly. Touya exhales deeply again, this time through his nose. At least you were feeling strong enough to talk back. “You really don’t understand what your intimacy has been insinuating?” He freezes. Were you implying what he thought you were implying? 

“I don’t know what you mean,” he forces out. If you developed feelings for him, that wasn’t his fault. He was going to leave, after all, so he’d be out of your life soon enough. Perhaps, though, that wasn’t what you wanted. Nonetheless you shake your head, a clear signal he was losing you again. “Please, tell me what you mean,” he says in an attempt to regain your attention. You pause, eyes staring off at the blanket covering your lower body.  

“You look at me fondly as if I were a friend,” you explain quietly. “Sometimes, I’m foolish enough to believe I am one; yet, it feels like a small cut every time I realize that it is all for show.” 

“And how many cuts do you have now?” How many times had he hurt you? 

“Too many to count,” you say and something in his chest twists like a maid wringing a towel. He’d been selfish, truthfully. He liked your attention, how you rolled your eyes and were quick to debate him on any topic under the sun. It didn’t occur to him, though, how the blurry line between business and friendship affected you. 

“I don’t know what you want me to do.” The look you give him is akin to his royal tutor hitting him on the head with a rolled up scroll. 

“Do you care for me, Touya?” He nods carefully, trying to predict your angle. “Are you being genuine?”

“I have every reason to lie to you, but on this I am true.” 

“I am not just a business transaction to you?” 

“The furthest from it.” You seem to accept this and the tiniest weight leaves his shoulders, but the aura of unhappiness that you radiate still remains. “What would you have me do to prove that I care for you?” 

A pause, two shaky breaths.

“Let me in. Allow me to be your friend, if only for the fortnight until you propose.” There was a sadness in your request that he couldn’t place, but he finds himself agreeing without hesitation. Despite the masquerade ball of liars and fakes he’d been trained to deceive in the palace, a part of him longed to be seen by someone for how he really is. The only question now asked how much danger he was unwillingly putting you in. 

For the time being, he stored the concern in the back of his mind, relishing in the feeling of your hand slipping into the rough calluses in his palm. Whether you reached out first or he did, it didn’t matter. The touch felt different, something shifting in the air as he ran his thumb over your knuckles. You’d set down your utensil and found the side of his face, brushing your fingers over the mottled scars on his cheeks. What an odd ache, he thought to himself as he replayed the memory back in his mind while you slept again. He didn’t understand the feeling until a few hours later, when he returned you home and you were out of his sight. 

For the first time in years, Touya Todoroki felt seen. 

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Day of Wrath - Satan

~SFW Alphabet~

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

📚 Satan is moderately affectionate and it’s not because he doesn’t enjoy it. Physical touch is not his primary love language but he does like it when you lay your head on his lap while he reads to you. Sometimes he’ll lull you to sleep and play with your hair or rub your back. Satan holds his fair share of reservation towards affection while it isn’t an inherently scary thing, it can feel overbearing and foreign to him. The memories of how everyone treated him as a monster rises to the surface now and then. Satan fears if you get too close you’ll see him as a monster too and he can’t bear the thought of that. It physically breaks him, Satan understands it requires patience when healing. Truly when not tormented by those thoughts he finds unfamiliar solace and relishes it. 

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

📚 Satan is the sound friend, the one who offers you the advice you need (but don’t necessarily want). He knows it’s not what you want but you should at least hear him out. He only says it for your sake. Satan would always keep your best interests in mind, he’s awkward but he tries his best to comfort you and will get angry on your behalf. Some of the activities you do together is going thrifting together, he has to source his silly outfits somewhere. Little book exchanges where you and Satan will trade books that have been on your mind lately. Finding cat cafes, it’s an obvious one since the first time you told him about them. Doing reading recommendations and just enjoying quiet time while reading. You’ve helped Satan with volunteer work as well. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle) 

📚 At first Satan didn’t know if he likes cuddling or not, he was at a point where he didn’t know how to feel about touch in general. Though it might have been because of you that he grew to actually really like cuddles. God forbid anyone else tried it, Satan would probably rip them in half. The only time when Satan would reject your cuddles is if there is a cat on his lap (happens quite often). Satan also loves cuddling while he’s reading, if he can rest his head on your chest listening to the sound of your breathing and heartbeat while he reads is something that soothes him greatly. His own little patch of paradise right there. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)  

📚 8/10, he is good at cooking and has memorized tons of recipes. Satan knows what you like eating and cleaning just comes naturally, he keeps things organized. (Even if it looks chaotic, aka his bedroom) you could probably argue on that point if you saw his room but then you look closer. There’s not a single speck of dust on any of his books, everything is clean, polished and neat. The room smells fresh and has the pleasant smell of books. Besides Satan reminds you that his room only looks that way so his brothers wouldn’t go inside, you of course have a special pass to enter any time you want. As for the settling down aspect, Satan could definitely see a future with you and his decision may have been the tiniest bit influenced by the numerous human world romance novels he’s been reading nevertheless Satan sees the appeal in the idea of forever. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

📚 Probably the most normal one of the lot when it comes to break ups. He’s inexperienced and it doesn’t stop him from using analogies from books to explain what he wanted, why there was an issue with him (he blames himself as a first response) and how it’s better to see other people. He’s trying to be calm, it’s evident how he increasingly gets more emotional. It’s a normal response and he’s trying, the more heartbreaking aspect you felt about the break up wasn’t the break up itself. It was how Satan explained it as if everything was his fault or that something was wrong with him. You know very well how he views himself as defective and it hurts to see him blaming himself in this situation. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married.)

📚 Satan wouldn’t be that quick to come to this decision. He is very thoughtful and he would give it a lot of time and thought for such an important decision. It isn’t something to be taken lightly after all. Satan considers himself the luckiest demon alive, he never thought he’d be able to meet someone like you who he would have the desire to be with, in such a deep and intimate sense. He knows that if it’s you, he can easily and wholeheartedly devote himself and would commit. There hasn’t ever been anyone else to whom he’d had these feelings for. He's committed to you either way even if there wasn’t a marriage prospect it’s always going to be you. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they? Both physically and emotionally.)

📚 He is the embodiment of wrath and many people have made him overly aware of that. He’s had to endure being treated like a rabid animal for a fair share of his life and experienced firsthand how people fear him for the destruction he is capable of causing. Satan knows this, he hates it and believes himself to be exactly what they say. Satan tries to disprove this, more to himself than anyone else and overcompensates by being incredibly gentle towards you. Physically and in his mannerisms, he really does not think that he would be able to handle it if you, of all people, were to be afraid of him. Or show any sign that you believe him to be the monster he thinks he is. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) 

📚  Satan is a soft hugger, he likes the feeling of wrapping you in his arms. Not too tight, and leaning on you. There’s nothing he’s found to be as calming as being in your arms, all his anger melts away and it’s just so cathartic it can push him to tears if he lets it. He doesn’t really understand how or why you could do that to him, but maybe…just maybe it was because you treated him without the same prejudice that made him hate himself and finally showed him that he’s not what everyone says. Satan knows through your affirmation that he can feel this gentleness and allow himself to accept the love and affection that comes with it. You’ve taught him that, reinforced it and reaffirmed it to steadily give him peace of mind and slowly change his mindset towards believing he’s not worthy of affection 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-Word) 

📚 As one who appreciates literature Satan knows the importance of words (and punctuation) and how much weight they can hold. How words can sway, destroy and empower. He would never say something that could carry so much meaning thoughtlessly. It takes a while for him to say the words but his actions always spoke for him anyway. When he finally says it, you know Satan means it. You wouldn’t even question that, it takes a bit of time that you’ve never minded being patient for. His anxiety is understandable and he’ll fret over whether or not he was able to convey his words properly.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?) 

📚 Satan possesses an insecure type of jealousy, and it always implodes. He’ll question what it is that he is lacking that caused your dissatisfaction, question why he isn’t enough and what he could do to fix himself. Satan will dwell on it, believing that your lack of attention is a need to find companionship in someone else (And quite often the situation has just been misunderstood by baby bean Satan). Jealousy is something that’s very vicious towards himself and it can silently tear him apart. He’ll need a lot of your reassurance to talk him out of those thoughts. Sometimes jealousy is triggered by ‘silly’ things, seemingly insignificant incidents that even Satan himself would admit were stupid but he can’t help himself. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

📚 Inexperienced and they feel shy and hesitant. It always feels like his nervousness takes over at the last minute and his lips will just ghost past yours with the faintest contact, it took you pulling Satan in by his collar to actually get your first real kiss. Even then Satan just froze up, not knowing what to do or how to react. As you pulled away he looked at his flustered expression and pulled a little playful pout, just when your hands left his collar…Satan’s hands cradled your face and pulled you in for one of the most passionate kisses you’d ever experienced. After seeing how much you enjoyed the kiss, he was glad he read up on how to do it properly. 

L = Little Ones (How are they around children?)

📚 They’re irrational and irritating, his short temper does not bode well around children who misbehave and easily annoy him. However Satan is aware that they’re kids and tries to hold back knowing that they probably don’t fully understand what they’re doing. He’s never really considered having his own but if they’re anything like you, it would be impossible not to love them. Satan takes a very teacher-like approach when dealing with kids and most seem to respond positively. Aside from the one random kid who just keeps trying to test Satan and you watch him practicing the patience of a saint. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

📚 Mornings with Satan are relaxing. He’s up early enough to be able to chill and get ready at his own pace. Maybe squeeze in a chapter of his book with a cup of tea and if it’s his turn to cook breakfast he’ll surprise you with a breakfast in bed. The others always get jealous at why they don’t get special treatment, Satan doesn't even bother to answer that question. He’ll just ignore their whining and continue preparing your breakfast. Before the day fully starts he likes letting you wake up slowly, wishing you a good morning with a kiss and asking how you slept. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

📚 He’s a homebody so you can expect it to be relaxing, it seems to be a foreign concept for the house of Lamentation when you consider how things usually are. If Satan hadn’t blown his top at something his brothers said or did, he’s holed up in his room and resting quietly. Sitting on the floor amidst his books and reading something, or he’ll rest in the library while listening to some of Lucifer’s records while reading. He likes that you don’t mind the quiet and slow pace. For someone who's notorious for causing a stir (never without good reason though) he’s thankful that you enjoy the calm as much as he does. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while and reveal things slowly?)

📚 Satan is used to being misunderstood, his intentions are constantly misconstrued and perceived in a negative way.  Satan knows what people think of him, how they constantly assume the worst and treat him like a monster amongst the demons. He had a very strong and urgent desire for you, of all people, to never misunderstand him. So to that effect, he’s always been open and honest from the start. There has never been a single time when he has lied to you about himself. He’s exposed all the parts of himself he believed to be ugly and found you to be the unusual one when you comforted him with words of love. He dredged up everything, as if his real goal was to make you turn away from him and was more surprised when you chose to stay. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) 

📚 He has a very short fuse and can go from 1 to 100 in a second. His wrath scares him most of all, more than people realize. He’s trying to get better at handling things, preventing his stressors from working him up as much as they do. Holding back his temper and knowing when to actually get upset and when he should take a breath and talk it out instead. He’s very lenient when it comes to you, he just can’t get angry…at least not that angry. Not enough to the point of losing himself, you’re a brake to his anger. He’d sometimes feel the full extent of his sin taking over him, control slips away and as he’s on the cusp of exploding, you’d gently hold his hand. Everyone was already running, getting ready to avoid him, your gesture would ease his heart and calm him down in a mere moment. (His brothers all tease him and praise you for ‘taming’ him) 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or they kind of or forget everything?) 

📚 Satan will remember absolutely everything no matter how trivial. Satan can easily remember nearly every book he has read and has an impressive memory. (More so when it comes to things he loves) If you’ve mentioned something once, Satan has recorded it in his mental archive. You may not have thought much about the small detail about yourself that you’ve shared, but to Satan he’d keep it and treat it as something precious. You’ve forgotten some of the things you’d told him, and you’d repeat the same story, he won’t stop you or tell you that you’ve already told him. He’ll patiently listen to you with a smile on his face. He knows what your current favourite song is, a quote that really spoke to you, a song that makes you fall in love with it, things you’ve feared, things you love, all your likes and dislikes…he knows them all. He can tell just by the look on your face when you light up. 

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

📚 His favourite memory…It was on his birthday, the second one you’ve spent with him in the Devildom. You were always so kind, adhering to his birthday wishes when he wanted to do something. With just you, no brothers, no distractions- just the two of you and he lit up at how you said yes without a moment of hesitation. It wasn’t grand in terms of a party but the two of you had fun, enjoyed each other’s company and there was no need to cater to others or worry about what they felt. Satan didn’t need the elaborate gifts, the loud party, he just needed the sincere and meaningful wishes you gave. Reading the handwritten letter you’d prepared for him just for his birthday. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

📚 Satan is protective of you, sometimes a little too much. He’s concerned for you and your safety, he protects you from the untoward demons in the Devildom. But oftentimes he carries in himself the urge to protect you from none other than himself. He has always tried to safeguard you from any hurtful things, or negative thoughts. He does this with resolute confidence and reassurance. Satan rushes headfirst into danger for your sake without thinking twice about it, he doesn’t feel the need for you to put yourself in harm's way for him. If anything it makes him more upset because you could have gotten hurt. The way you protect him is to hold his vulnerable thoughts, his exposed self and keep it close to your heart. You protect him from the monster he sees himself as. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

📚 He always puts effort into everything and Satan only wants you to see the best side of everything. He takes a lot of suggestions from books, magazines, etc. Loves reading reviews for date places to make sure they’re actually worth it. A lot of Satan’s dates feel fairytale-esque and romantic. (You’re not complaining, it’s really sweet) He knows you well enough to plan the perfect date with things you’re sure to love. Anniversaries especially hold a high level of importance to him and he believes they should be treasured and celebrated. Even in mundane tasks he always gives his all. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

📚 Satan gets into his head sometimes, and he stays there. He’ll dwell on the wrong things and think of all the things he did wrong. His thoughts have the bad tendency to spiral and venture into rather dark territory. He’ll mask this of course, he wouldn’t want you to know that he’s struggling and would bury his feelings and thoughts till they’re eating away at him. He grows easily more irritable in these phases, his repressed emotions are just desperately looking for an outlet and you notice it when he gets more snappy. Satan has had less than glamorous breakdowns because he pushes himself too far and doesn’t confide in anyone. He’s getting better at talking through these things with you now but early on in the relationship it was difficult.  

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) 

📚 Satan wouldn’t say that he’s unconcerned, he does care about his appearance but not enough to dedicate excessive amounts of time to it. If there’s any conscious choice it’s trying his hardest to not look like Lucifer. He really hates it when people want to mention him bearing a resemblance to Lucifer, he can’t stand it. The extent of Satan’s vanity would probably be dedicated to his clothing and fashion choices. He always strives to look spiffy!

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

📚 From the beginning Satan possessed a sense of longing and loss, he’d never believed himself to be complete and regarded himself as some kind of knock off. He’s growing and getting better at managing the intrusive thoughts that spew nasty nonsense. They do make him think and question a lot, given how he came into existence. Satan never realized fulfillment until he experienced it through you. The idea of depending on you for that sense of being whole did scare him. He couldn’t deny how you grounded and comforted him with your presence alone. You went further to change his perception and make him realize that he is a complete existence on his own. It took quite a lot of convincing and working through his thoughts before he came to accept that truth. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

📚 Satan had been restless and itching to go to the human world ever since you mentioned the existence of cat cafes and the fact that many pet shelters are always looking for volunteers to help out with the animals. Some of which require you to spend time and play with cats to help with social rehabilitation. He begged Lucifer to let him go to the human world and on some occasions he would sneak off to the human world under Lucifer’s radar. Some of the cat shelters grew so used to the blonde haired lad who always came to help with their feline friends, but through a little admin error, whoever filled in the volunteer forms accidentally forgot the one A in Satan’s name, so now everyone knows him as Stan.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

📚 Dishonesty. It’s a complete deal breaker. He can overlook white lies for the sake of sparing feelings, he can understand them because the intention is good. But total dishonesty is so unfathomably awful he doesn’t know if he could forgive it. It’s hurtful to trust someone so much and discover they’ve been lying to you or concealing the truth. He hates it, in general. However if it came from you, the person he holds closest to his heart…Aside from Mr. Sprinkle Socks (a cat that frequently visits the House of Lamentation). He would be so hurt that the thought is enough to wring his heart.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?) 

📚 He’s conscious about how he sleeps. It’s not uncommon for Satan to crack open a window and allow some stray cats a warm bed for the night. They usually always take over his bed. Because of that he moves carefully when turning over or shifting positions even in his sleep. He always feels out the bed to make sure there are no cats before he moves. If he knows he didn’t open the window, then there’s no chance of the cats being inside and he’ll stretch out and take over the bed himself. Still tries to get used to sharing the bed with you, but he does have a tendency to snuggle into you.

Taglist: @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf

[winterlogysblog]

4KOTA FANFIC

Note: I wrote this on a whim so it may not be good, but please enjoy

"Sin, what's wrong?" Nasiens asked, wondering why the small pink fox stopped walking.

Lancelot shook his head and started walking again. "It's nothing, I just remembered something, it's not anything you have to worry about."

He looks like them, the similarities are uncanny. He didn't think of too much in the looks department at first, it's just a coincidence he argued to himself but as days passed by he's sure of it... Nasiens... Nasiens is his cousin. He's the child his Uncle lost a long time ago, an event that tormented his heart and soul to this very day. Sometimes, he considers his heart reading to be a curse simply because he can hear everything, he can hear all the things that he shouldn't hear.

"Anne should calm down now." He changed the subject as quickly as he could.

"Yes, your method might be questionable but it certainly made her let out all of those feelings." Nasiens nodded. "Besides, what happened is quite unfortunate, losing his daughter like that."

Lancelot stayed silent for a while before hopping into the topic that would hopefully lead to his desired conversation.

"What about you? We're told that your grandfather found you in the Gorge, ever wonder about your real parents."

"I don't think my parents care about me anyway, they wouldn't abandon me like that if they did," Nasiens answered, glancing at Sin and wondering to himself what made the fox so chatty today.

"You're so sure about it, why is that?" Nasiens picked up a sudden shift in Sin's tone, it's like he's hurt.

"It's just... I can't help but think that they don't want anything to do with me. I mean, they left me in a forest, they probably think I'm already dead."

"Nasiens... Ever heard of a changeling."

"A changeling???"

"It's a ridiculous 'prank' that some fairies like to play where they would switch a fairy baby to a human baby, the Fairy King banned this practice, however, there are always some thick-headed miscreants who are too stupid to listen."

Nasiens gasped. "That's horrible!!"

"I know." Lancelot nodded.

"But, what does that have to do with... Do you mean to tell me that..."

"Don't jump to conclusions yet. I'm not certain, but it's a possibility."

"But, the others didn't tell me anything about this."

"They most likely didn't think of it that way," Sin answered.

"Then, why did you?"

Sin deeply sighed. "It's your magic... Mix Venom, it makes you completely immune to poisons right?" Nasiens nodded in response

"Immunity to poisons is rare in humans, it's commonly found in fairies though, and also one more thing... your scent."

"What about it?" Nasiens fiddled with his fingers, his curiosity about what Sin had been talking about turned to nervousness.

"A faint natural smell of Jasmine, quite interesting for a human."

"It's just a hunch, but you may just be a fairy, my friend." Sin chuckled. "But, what do I know!! It's your choice if you trust me or not."

Nasiens lowered his head. "The fairies in the forest also pointed that out when I was young but... I can't be a fairy!! I can't even fly or have wings!"

"Flightless fairies are surprisingly quite common, and as for the wings... I've been told that the Fairy King was once wingless."

"Sin... what exactly are you trying to say to me?"

"I dunno, like I said it's a hunch, you're found in a forest filled with fairies after all. It could be that your parents just lost you because of this stupid prank, fairy or not."

Nasiens smiled a bit, he didn't understand where it came from but he couldn't help but be glad at the idea of it. But a small thought did cross his mind.

"How do you know all this?" Nasiens asked.

"I'm acquainted with the Fairy King, he's quite knowledgeable about a lot of things."

"Really?! That's amazing!!"

While they're in the conversation of Fairies, Nasiens asks Sin a few things.

"What is he like?"

"Who?" Sin turned to Nasiens.

"The Fairy King, what is he like?" Nasiens asked.

Sin smiled warmly which Nasiens never thought was possible. The fox hopped up and rested on Nasiens' shoulder. "He's the kindest King I know." Sin started talking.

Nasiens smiles as Sin talks, seeing him like this makes Nasiens look at the creature from a different angle, Sin seems happy and cheery, Nasiens doesn't expect the ever-so-serious fox to laugh and giggle as he tells these stories.

"You seem to be more than acquainted with him you two seem to be rather close, for you to act as you do."

Sin chuckles. "I'll probably introduce you guys to him someday."

"Okay, you don't have to go that far." Nasiens sweated nervously.

[hana-no-seiiki]

Are you familiar with Ms Marvel (Kamala Khan)? What about Yandere Platonic Batfamily with a reader who is basically like Kamala (Comics ver).

Just imagine how hilarious to find that their Fangirl knows their identities and made a few fanfics about them. Like for example-

Red Hood vs The Monster truck possessed demon!

Batman and Robin vs Evil Sewer lizard's from another world!

Nightwing and the Smog-Breather!

Y'know just Fanfic writer who's also a superhero.

Also I love your content. Make sure to take breaks!

YANDERE BATFAM W/ MS MARVEL! READER

“Just to make sure. . . You’re totally Damian Wayne right?”

“What-“

“Cool! That means Batman has to be Bruce. And the robins…”

You may or may not have been knocked out during your first encounter with one of your favorite heroes. By Robin himself.

Look, Damian doesn’t usually knock out innocent civilians like they murdered his cat or anything but you were a liability and a half.

Yeah, maybe revealing that you knew everyone’s identities wasn’t a good idea.

Besides Damian was kind of iffy about you since you were feeling up his body when he swooped in to save you.

(Turns out you were just confirming your theories but still)

Now the surveillance started mostly due to your uncanny encyclopedic knowledge of the Batfam and basically every other hero and villain out there.

Once they figured out you were basically harmless and just needed to get a better filter when it comes to things you say, you were mostly home free.

The thing is, the Batsons might have formed an obsession with you. Since you’re asking a yandere blog here, it was definitely not healthy.

They liked the idea of someone knowing them in and out. You’ve had competitions with Tim to figure out who knew the other better while Bruce and Damian just deadpanned in the background.

Dick loved entertaining your ships and headcannon questions. Bruce was more reluctant but found it to be a great way to incentivize you to behave and work with him better.

Jason just adores you. You’re the only younger sibling that isn’t stuck up or reminds him of his low self esteem and struggle to be a good vigilante. He was definitely weirded out at first but grew to be like Dick and definitely fuels your fan habits. Both guys definitely not so subtly strip in front of you sometimes so you can get more “reference” material.

Which brings me to the next point, who you choose to write or draw on your blog definitely gets discussed. Your blog’s every post is actively monitored at all moments. I wouldn’t be surprised if Bruce installed a large monitor in the Batcave just to watch over it.

Him and Tim definitely analyze your stats and help you with growing your blog. Watch Bruce spend thousands of dollars to get your page everywhere (subtly cause the first time he did it, you were so embarrassed you refused to talk to him for a week). Alfred works as your personal assistant when it comes to timing/scheduling your posts and making sure you tag them properly + have the most aesthetic formats.

Anyways, back to the discussing your posts thing, you learnt to make sure your posts, heck even your drafts, are all equal when it comes to who it features. Otherwise prepare to get overwhelmed with love bombing.

It took Damian the longest to warm up to you, but when he realizes how much you mean to him there’s no turning back. It starts from him unconsciously humoring your questions to full blown out debates over how he’d definitely win in whatever battle you pit him in your fanfics.

Speaking of fanfics, Damian loves to blackmail you about them. He’s the type of brother to love tormenting you about your totally ‘weird hobbies’ while simultaneously reading every piece of literature/art piece in your blog as if you’re bringing out the modern bible and he’s a staunch believer in the God that is you.

He then proceeds to critique your art and written works if not outright bash them.

You’d have been in tears from the essays he writes about you if you didn’t already know it was him.

(Tim told you.)

Now when your powers awakened, you went from that one sibling that knew way too much to almost an essential part of their team.

Almost because every time you were allowed to go out, someone had to be on “mouth guard duty” for when you accidentally spill what you know.

(It’s usually Tim or Bruce)

You worked a lot with Bruce during those times. Who definitely flexes the hours you two spend in comparison to the batsons.

He doesn’t mind it if you get distracted by the boys, though.

Really, he’s glad you haven’t asked how your family has been doing or when you’re going home.

‘Cause he’d have a lot of explaining to do.

General Batfam Taglist: @the-sander-fander

[samieree]

Peace, Wound, Scar. Again. || SW: The Acolyte

Qimir (The Stranger) x OC

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Chapter VII ''Decision''

Elyssa didn't even realize that she had drifted off to sleep while sitting against that wall. Qimir noticed this as she suddenly began to slump against the wall. He quickly grabbed her arm to keep her from hitting the ground and pulled her towards him. With her back against his chest, he could easily finish checking the remaining two wounds on her arms.

When he was finished, he picked her up - gently, so as not to accidentally wake her - and placed her on the bed where she had already been lying, and - before he brought her here - was his. She rolled over in her sleep, and Qimir smiled slightly to himself. He reached for a blanket and covered her to keep her warm. It finally started raining outside, not just thundering, so it cooled down a bit. There was a bit of cold wind blowing in, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle, he's experienced worse things than a bit of cold.

Besides, he wasn't going to go to sleep now anyway, he wanted to fix his mask. He went to get the tools he needed, but when he returned he noticed that Lys looked like she was shivering from the cold. He put the box of things on the table while she rolled over, facing him. She frowned in her sleep and sometimes mumbled something, too vaguely to be understood.

Qimir couldn't be sure, but Lys was dreaming her nightmare again. It didn't help her at all that she was already stressed about the upcoming storm before going to sleep. She wasn't even aware of how she had sometimes thrown herself on the bed in the past, when this dream tormented her.

He abandoned the idea of ​​repairing the mask - at least for a little while - and sat on the edge of the bed. His face was filled with worry and compassion that she was going through something clearly unpleasant. At first he wanted to wake her up, he even put his hand on her shoulder, but he did nothing else. If she fell asleep sitting up, she must have been tired, she needed that sleep. On the other hand, what kind of sleep is it if something is bothering you in it?

But for those few moments as he wondered what to do, with hand on her shoulder, she calmed down a little. She stopped shaking so much and the mumbling stopped. He adjusted the blanket that had slipped slightly from her shoulders and knew that he will abandon fixing the mask for now. He will still have time for this later, she is more important.

His hand moved between her hair, combing it in a soothing gesture. From time to time he it moved down to her face, stroking it gently with the back of his fingers. He didn't know how much time had passed, it passed very quickly when he was close to her. At one point, a gentle smile appeared on her face and she moved her hand under her head. At the sight of her smile - even a very slight one - the corners of his mouth also lifted. Especially when she snuggled into his hand in her sleep, when he was almost cupping her cheek. It may have been an unconscious gesture, but it still warmed his heart.

Since she calmed down when he sat next to her and touched her so gently, he decided not to leave until she woke up.

It was nice to see a smile finally appear on her face. He had become accustomed to the neutral or angry expression on her face. Well, except when he mentioned her fear of water. She looked scared then.

He was curious about many things about her, and this was one of them. Why was she afraid? She didn't answer him with even one word when he asked about it. He couldn't blame her, she didn't trust him, and this was a very sensitive topic. He wanted to help her with it, but first he would have to find out the source of her problem, and for that he would have to be patient until Lys decided to open up to him. If that ever happens. But he was rather optimistic.

She is beautiful. Like a flower, one you would like to protect from everything that could hurt it. To look after and help develop. He hurt her himself, but he had no other choice. He had to kill those Jedi because they threatened his existence. Unfortunately, he had no doubt that she would still have to suffer a lot in her life. From what he could tell, she was being lied to. And he knew perfectly well - from his own experience - how much it hurts when you are betrayed.

He didn't want to see her sad, the tears flowing down her cheeks, he would rather stop time at this moment: calm - apart from the storm outside - without any major worries, just simply... pleasant.

He removed his hand and stood up only when he saw Lys starting to wake up. He did it because he didn't expect any good reaction from her if she found out what he was doing. It might have helped her, but she didn't need to know about it. What matters is that he could do something good for her.

She woke up and her first two thoughts were: 'Where is Qimir?' and that her stomach really demanded food. She looked around, raising her hand to her neck. She had a sensation as if she had felt someone's hand there, his hand, just a moment ago.

And she didn't know how she felt about it.

Did the thought excite her? Or maybe it was disgusting? She saw what he was capable of, how much harm he had done... But these same hands were always gentle towards her. Even when he squeezed her wrist when she attacked him, it wasn't tight enough to hurt her. She remembered every single moment when his fingers touched her skin, when she shuddered, how his thumb stroked her hand. And the look he could give her.

'Beneath the surface of consciousness are powerful emotions. Anger. Fear. Loss. Desire.' She had never seen a look like Qimira's when he said that last word. It was as if his eyes were devouring her, doing something to make her never forget them. Also the tone of voice that accompanied this statement, especially the word 'desire'... She didn't want to pay any more attention to it, but at the same time she couldn't ignore it and - in a way - it scared her.

She didn't know how long she managed to sleep, but the rain seemed to be slowly subsiding. For a moment she felt like she was going to wake up screaming, as she had done many times before. Once again the water was drawing her into its depths, swallowing almost every breath, holding her in its icy embrace and refusing to let go. But then... Something or someone pulled her out of the water. She felt a hand tighten on her shoulder, pulling her to a shore she could never reach. She fell against it, breathing heavily, grateful that the air was filling her lungs.

She had no more nightmares for the rest of her sleep. She was surprised that her nightmare ended differently this time, but she wasn't going to complain. It was nice to finally not die in a dream.

She looked around and saw Qimir sitting down at the table with two pieces of his mask on it. There was also a box from which he was taking out things that were probably needed for a repair.

"Well rested?" he asked, casting a brief glance over his shoulder before returning to rummaging through the box.

"How long was I asleep?" she replied with a question, pushing the blanket aside. This is the second time he carries her to bed while she is unconscious. At first she was going to go straight for her blouse - after all, since she had taken it off so he could see the wounds on her arms, she was only in her undershirt, but she stopped. She folded the blanket she was lying under and placed it on the bed, only then went for her upper clothes.

She caught Qimir not answering her, in fact he froze for a moment when she asked this question. That's because... He didn't know. It was definitely the next day, but how much time had passed exactly? It's hard to say, because he didn't measure it. Since he didn't want to lie to her about anything, he simply stayed silent about it.

"What were you doing all this time?" another uncomfortable question for him, and also the one that she didn't know if she wanted to know the answer to. She put on a blouse and finally decided to try the soup he made. Although honestly, with how hungry she was, she would eat anything, no matter if it was tasty or not. She poured some into a bowl and sat down on one of the three steps made of stones.

"I've been busy." he replied shortly, finally finding what he was looking for in the box.

"With what?" he didn't expect her to pursue it. He was usually the one who had to keep the conversation going between them. It was a nice surprise, she wanted to talk to him.

"Important things." he replied evasively, but when he turned to look at her, he had a smile on his face. A bit cocky, as if challenging her to ask further questions.

Lys said nothing more. She turned her head, clearly avoiding his gaze. Her curls effectively obscured her face, so it was hard to see the delicate pink that spread on her cheeks. She realized that her behavior might be strange, so she quickly justified her silence with food.

"Do you like it?" he looked at her for a moment longer before asking this question and returning to his work, which he had originally planned to do much earlier.

He could ask to her about what she dreamed, but firstly: he doubted she would tell him, and secondly: if she finally decided to eat it, he had to know if it was tasty. Lys, however, really didn't want to say any kind words towards him, so she bit her tongue to stop herself from making a simple answer before she could think of something else.

"Did you treat Mae the same way?"

She keeps eating it, she didn't say she liked it, so it must be good. Otherwise, she wouldn't have missed the opportunity to say something unpleasant about me.

And no, he absolutely did not treat Mae that way. She didn't even see his face until everything was revealed to Khofar, and Lys saw... Well, everything. He didn't cook anything for Mae, at least not in the role of a master. There's no need to even begin to talk about gestures, which were one of the biggest differences in how he treated them.

But what can he do about the fact that-

"I made a mistake with Mae. I thought she wanted more than just revenge." he replied, continuing to weld and periodically wiping his forehead as sweat appeared on it. "That she wanted what I want."

By this time, Lys had eaten and set the bowl aside, but she did not move from her place on the steps. She watched Qimir, running a hand through her hair. She had gotten out of the habit of wearing them this way - as strong curls - but maybe she looked better in them than in straight hair? She flipped them so that they better covered the scar on her face.

Stop. Why am I even thinking about my appearance right now?

"And what do you want?" she asked finally, resting her elbows on her thighs and her chin on her hands.

"The power of two." he stopped welding for a moment, again just to look at her.

"What does it mean?" she frowned.

Curiosity. Pure curiosity that he had no intention of satisfying. She was always inquisitive, but she knew when she wouldn't get an answer so easily. Qimir smiled in a similar way as before, which was a clear sign that he would not tell her anything more, she should figure it out on her own.

She looked away, biting her lower lip slightly in thought. When she looked back at him, he was lifting his shirt a little so he could wipe the sweat from his forehead. Part of the scar - that she had seen it before and had a few suspicions about it - was perfectly visible.

"Where did you get that scar?" but she finally went beyond her guesses and decided to ask. She changed her position slightly, moving to the highest step.

"How do you think?" another smile, but this time a different one, showing satisfaction that she was interested in it. It was as if he wanted her to ask.

"It looks like someone attacked you in the back, from behind." she replied, but she didn't say even a word about the fact that the entire scar looked like done with a lightwhip.

"Someone who... threw me away." the tone was too suggestive for her to continue, she couldn't stop now.

Damn it, but he managed to catch my attention. I have to find out the truth.

"Your former Jedi Master?" she asked, not giving any name yet. She was waiting for an answer, confirmation, denial, anything, even a gesture. But she didn't get anything.

I need to know if Vernestra has anything to do with this. If so, how? When did this happen? Why? She trained him and what happened to make her treat him this way? She didn't mean to kill, but only to injure? Or maybe she thought he wouldn't survive? Or was it an accident? No... It couldn't just be an accide-

"And you?" his voice broke her from her thoughts. "Where did you get your scar?"

"I made it myself when I was little, I don't even remember it." she shrugged. She answered truthfully, or at least that's what she thought, after all, that's what they told her once.

"How could a child injure herself to create such a nasty wound?" he asked, frowning slightly.

Ever since he saw that scar, still looking very fresh, he had wondered where whe got it from. Now that they were able to start talking normally and he finally had a chance to ask, he wasn't buying this answer at all. He had to question it, just as he had questioned how her Master had trained her.

He believed she deserved to know the truth - and besides, he was curious about it himself... Just the fact that he had just found out that Lys had had it for as long as she could remember was very strange. He's never heard of such a thing.

"I don't know." she replied. He expected her to remain silent, and yet - with these two simple words - she admitted that the whole situation looked suspicious.

At the same time, she clearly became a little sad. She didn't like the thought of being deceived by those she had trusted all her life. The doubts that had haunted her ever since Qimir had suggested that the Jedi considered her important had only deepened over time. She thought about all the time she had spent in the Temple or on missions, about her training as a Jedi Knight, about the path she had traveled... For what, exactly?

However, she never thought about her parents. The last time she had a single thought for them was during one of the missions, when she saw a happy couple with a child. Then the thought of who her parents might have been crossed her mind. What did they do? What did they look like? Who did she inherit her curls from? And eyes? Did they really love each other or was she an unwanted child? Why did they give her to the Order? They had no conditions to raise a child, was this a chance for a better life for her? Or maybe they didn't care about her at all? Does she have a sister or brother that she doesn't even know exists and will probably never find out? Are her father and mother still alive?

Qimir, seeing that her mood had definitely deteriorated and that she was now probably having some sad thoughts, started to think of something to draw her attention to something else, and maybe see that pretty face brighten up.

He tapped his mask twice with his middle finger's knuckle, which made a distinctive sound that immediately gained Lys' attention.

"Cortosis." he said. "Handy against lightsabers." he stood up and started collecting the things he used to repair the mask before Lys interrupted him.

"Leave it." she still had in the back of her mind that she needed to repair her lightsaber, and now she saw that Qimir had the tools to do so. She had to deal with this as quickly as possible. After all, she didn't know when she would have to fight.

She rose for a moment only to reach for the two halves of the ruined saber and returned to the place where she had been sitting quite comfortably all this time. The handles felt a bit heavy in her hands as the memories from the forest came back to her, but she tried to push them away as quickly as possible.

"...But it also allows you to cut yourself off from external stimuli. Like helmets we used as younglings." he continued, but left the tools as she asked him.

"It blocks all senses?" she asked, not moving yet. It was he who approached her.

She could use the Force to sense her surroundings or an approaching threat, but when you have eyes and ears, it's impossible not to use them. Even though they can deceive and the Force cannot. She couldn't imagine fighting relying solely on the Force. She didn't trust herself or her abilities enough, no matter how much time she spent training.

"So it's just you and the Force. And what you bring with you." he stopped in front of her, hands loosely on his hips. "Try it on." he pointed with his head at the table where he had left his mask.

"I don't trust you."

Still, the idea of ​​putting it on her head and seeing what it felt like was still very tempting. Once again, her curiosity slowly tipped the scales and it was hard to fight it. For now, common sense was still breaking through: 'It may be a trap', 'He's encouraging you to do it, so it must be a bad thing'.

But who knows, maybe in just a few minutes she will start to give in to a simple thought: 'Try it. What might happen?'

"Good, you'd be a fool if you trusted me already." he crouched down so they were at the same height and cupped her chin to lift it so she would look at him. "But maybe you should learn to trust yourself more." he finished and before removing his hand, he ran his thumb over her chin, catching the edge of the lower lip. He looked down, she was sure that at her lips, but then he asked: "Two crystals?"

Lightsaber. Well, that's it, that's what he was looking at.

"How do you know?"

Well, looking at it with a practical eye, it was indeed two kyber crystals, but there was originally one that she broke into two.

"Only one part deactivated." oh yes, he had managed to deduce a lot about her during their short fights. She didn't actually like it. "Since there are two, you should fix it in such a way that it will still work even if cut in half."

"Two separate sabers merging into one?"

He didn't answer her anything, but his smile showed that he was pleased that she had guessed what he meant. She was still unsure of his intentions towards her, but she couldn't deny that such a structure might prove to be much more practical. Especially if she were to actually change her style to a more dynamic one, the ability to fight with two swords instead of one could be better. And even if she didn't, she would have the element of surprise on her side in the fight.

Qimir got up and walked somewhere deeper into the cave. Elyssa kept following him with her eyes until he disappeared around the corner. She waited a moment and went to sit at the table where he was repairing his mask.

As she dug through the tools, taking out what she would need, even as she focused on her work, her eyes strayed to the mask. She was afraid to put it on, but at the same time she kept thinking about how it would feel. She had already forgotten what it was like to be completely cut off from everything except the Force. She couldn't even remember the last time she experienced this as a youngling.

What stopped her was the thought that it might be a trick. On the one hand, he hadn't done anything bad to her since she woke up, but what if it was just to gain her trust? There isn't really any confirmation of what he says about cortosis - except that it shuts down lightsabers for some time, because that's what she experienced.

On the other hand, she was encouraged by curiosity. That, and the feeling that she should do it.

After all, approaching the matter completely objectively, what could happen to her? Qimir is fighting in it, so it can't be a bad thing. All it would do is quieten all her senses and allow her to focus on the Force, which - very likely - would help her calm down. Kind of... A better version of meditation.

She hurried to finish working on the saber, to eventually satisfy her curiosity. She looked back to make sure Qimir wasn't nowhere near, looking at her - she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of having given in to his suggestion. When she couldn't see him anywhere, she reached out and ran her hand slowly along the edge of the mask. There was no turning back, she had to do it or she wouldn't stop thinking about it until she had another opportunity - and there might not be one.

Although she didn't know how long she would have to stay on this island.

She reached out with her other hand and lifted the mask. It wasn't as heavy as she imagined. She held it in her hands for a moment, biting her lower lip, before finally breaking down and placing it on her head.

Just you, the Force and what you bring with you.

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