#we knew this would happen but urgh...

[marythegizka]

Jesus f*cking christ

[ponderingmoonlight]

Chapter 1: From Tradegy to Fantasy - Awakening in Another World

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

Warnings: reader's death, language

Genre: Isekai, Romance, Fantasy

Synopsis: Your life takes a tragic turn as you perish in a car crash, only to awaken in a whimsical world of fantasy with none other than Jujustu Kaisen characters as its main protagonists. But as if that wasn't enough, you're about to marry the prince version of Gojo Satoru. How will you navigate through this world of history and fantasy? Does your life take the same sudden twist of fate as that of your favorite characters?

Next Chapter ->

„Are you reading those strange stuff again…What was it called? Manga?”

“I’m only watching the anime because of that hot blindfolded guy.”

You don’t even try to look up from your phone, currently reading the newest publication of the Jujutsu Kaisen manga over some sketchy site online. That hot blindfolded guy…You’ll never understand why some girls are only watching Jujutsu Kaisen because of him, Gojo Satoru. This world has so much more to offer, so much more than this overpowered character not even Gege himself likes.

“It’s not exactly reading”, you mutter, so sunken into the drawn fight in front of your eyes that you simply can’t look away.

“(y/n), come back to reality. We have some classes to attend.”

Out of instinct, you roll your eyes. You’ll probably have to listen to that one professor who always talks about himself and simply reads through his presentation for three hours straight, not even allowed to look at your phone and do something useful instead. Urgh, being an uni student sucks.

“Give me a minute, I’m just finishing this chapter.”

When your friends start walking, you follow them without paying attention. This is it, the fight you’ve been waiting for. Maybe this time someone is able to defeat Sukuna, maybe this will be the day you’ve been waiting for. Fuck plot armour, fuck all the horrible things that happened last, all the beloved characters that had to die. Damn, you still miss Geto to this day. If they would have noticed sooner, he might be still alive-

“(Y/N), WATCH OUT!”

You always wondered about how death must feel like. Getting consumed by darkness, getting dragged into sheer empty space. Does it hurt? Will you die right on the spot and feel absolutely nothing? What about that myth about reminiscing your own life shortly before your death?

The second you looked into those blinding car lights, you knew exactly that you are next, that there is no way you’ll survive the hit that will sweep you off your feet, that throws your body into the air like a plastic bag.

How pathetic to die like this. Getting hit by a car while being glued to the sketches of fictional characters on your phone. What will your parents say, your family, your friends? You don’t want to die like this, but still…

You allow your eyes to rest against your harsh light, your phone dropping to the phone. You can’t escape the hit. Maybe, just maybe, you will wake up in a better world.

If stuff like that even exists.

When you open your eyes again, you brace yourself for an immense wave of pain hunting down your body, for getting greeted by those way too harsh hospital lights. But instead, your eyes open with ease. Instead, you get greeted by the dim light of a golden chandelier in and a well-painted ceiling in all different shades of purple.

“Where on earth…Am I?”, you mutter to yourself.

The second you look down on you, your heart drops to the floor. You aren’t wearing a pair of leggings and an oversized tee like you always do. No, you are covered in the softest white fabric you ever felt from head to toe, an elegant lavendel ribbon tied around your waist. And that delicate jewellery...

Immediately, you yank out of bed and almost trip over the hem of the white dress, coming to a stand in front of a mirror.

This isn’t possible. No, this has to be a feverish dream. Maybe they put you into coma after…

You swallow hard, reality hitting you with full force. You died. As soon as the car hit you, you were dead right on the spot and you knew it instantly. But why does everything feel so damn real? Frantically, your hands wander around the sweaty face that looks back at you in sheer horror through the mirror, stare at the lavendel eyes that don’t look like yours at all. But those facial features, the way your hair falls.

Is it…you?

A violent scream escapes your lips before you’re able to stop it, guts turning so uncomfortably that you feel like puking every minute. This can’t be true. This can’t be your reality now…Just before your feet give in, you grab the cool golden frame of the mirror, allow your spinning head to rest for a second.

“Lady Zenin, are you alright!?”

That distant voice, who is it talking to? Lady Zenin…Like Toji, Mai and Maki Zenin? Maybe you didn’t die but got kidnapped into a pervert cosplay party. Slowly, you turn around, face sticky in cold sweat.

But the man standing in front of you doesn’t look like a creep at all. No, he’s a truly elegant man. Maybe in his 50s, but it is clear that he’s taking care of himself. His eyes look at you worried, his gloved hands stretched out in order to help if you fall.

“Where…Where am I?”, you press out.

This isn’t your hometown. Fuck, this isn’t even your home country, not even your timeline. The stuff in this room looks so old and somehow magical, let alone that dress you’re wearing.

“I don’t understand, Lady Zenin. You are in your room”, the man replies visibly worried.

“What country?”, you probe.

“My lady, we are still in Avaloria…Are you feeling unwell? Shall I call the doctor-“

“In Avaloria. And I’m Lady Zenin…”, you mumble to yourself.

This doesn’t make any sense. You didn’t pay that much attention to geography, but you know for a fact that Avaloria isn’t a real country and that your last name definitely isn’t Zenin. But oh that last name is definitely familiar to you, so familiar that it’s frightening. Suddenly a shiver runs down your spine, dark foreshadowing letting your fingertips shake.

“What is my father’s name?”

You don’t want this answer. No, all you want to do is waking up from this dream, from this nightmare. You aren’t a lady, you aren’t a Zenin. You are nothing but plain (y/n) who adores anime and manga a little too much and still goes to university. You are nothing but a normal young woman.

“Your lordship…Your lordship is called Naobito Zenin, my Lady”, he stutters.

“And my brother’s name is Naoya, huh?”, you huff out.

This has to be a bad joke, right? What is this man, a stand-up comedian, maybe? You cross your arms in front of your chest, force your body to stop shaking. You need to put this madness to an end right now.

“Yes, exactly my Lady!”, the man in front of you literally cries out in relief while the ground is pulled underneath your feet.

No, nothing about this is right. These men, their names…They are nothing but an invention by Gege Akutami, nothing but drawn figures in a book adapted into an anime. They are nothing but fantasy, nothing but fiction.

“B-But…”

Your voice fails as your mind can’t process anymore. Is it really possible that…You were reincarnated into a world like this?

“Are you causing a scene again, sister?”

You don’t recognize the voice speaking behind you, but something inside you tells you that if you turn around, you will be greeted by…

Cold, sharp brown eyes.

Your very own orbs widen in sheer horror. Those dark green roots, the annoyed look on his face, his tall muscular frame. He looks exactly like the manga made him appear. But instead of wearing a kimono, he is dressed in a black uniform with golden and purple details.

“You’re looking like a fucking prince…”, you breathe out.

“Are you trying to upset me, (y/n)?”

“Master Naoya, the lady doesn’t appear like herself today. Shall I call the doctor?”, the older man speaks with low voice.

“Did you have a bad dream?”

He grabs your chin before you’re able to stop him, his cold glare hitting you with full force.

Naoya just touched you. Fucking Naoya Zenin is standing in front of your very own self, his fingers wrapped around your chin, staring at you so intensely that you feel like fainting any given minute.

“Don’t you dare to mess today’s meeting up because of your weird acting. It took father and I months to arrange a meeting with that lousy prince. Let’s hope that he finds liking in you or else I’ll marry you below your status”, he hisses into your face.

“You can’t just arrange my wedding. Who the hell do you think you are?”, you spit into his face out of instinct.

“All the attention must have gone to your head, (y/n). Who do I think I am? I am your big brother, father’s right hand. And you are nothing but a woman. Your only worth is to marry into a wealthy and influential family. I will never understand why the prince of our country found a liking in you. Apart from a pretty face, you have nothing to offer.”

He yanks your chin away roughly, forces you to take a few steps back and almost sends you onto the floor with the sheer force of his fingertips. Your body quivers in anger, hands balled into fists so tight that your knuckles stand out white.

“I don’t need a prince, I know my own worth you fool!”, you demand.

“Who taught you to talk like this? You are a lady, (y/n). Finally start to act like one or I will tell father about your behaviour. Maybe a venesection will cause your mouth to finally shut, what do you think?”

“A vene-what?”

“Urgh, just be quiet and get yourself ready. You will meet the prince as soon as you are presentable. And don’t you dare to disappoint us”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

And then he’s gone in the wind while you stand in the middle of the room, still unable to catch your shaky breath. Who the hell does this guy think he his? Where exactly are you, what world is this? Your head begins to spin so violently that you fear to lose your balance, your whole life crashing down on you like a house of cards.

This isn’t 2024 on mother earth anymore. This…this is something completely different. And that man who introduced himself as your brother made it all too clear that there’s no way you’ll survive here if you don’t play along. Maybe it’s like in that anime you just watched, the one with the girl names Raeliana. If that’s the case…

“Please call in my maids. I wish to be dressed”, you speak out monotone.

“Of course, Lady (y/n).”

You will play along. But there is no way in hell you’ll let him force you into a marriage with some strange prince you don’t even know. Your eyes are fixated on themselves, the new lavender color gleaming back at you being so unknown as well as all those women who scurry around you.

Who is this prince, anyway? If you’re really in some strange jujutsu kaisen verse, it must be another character. Maybe Geto…Oh, that would be nice. But what if it’s Sukuna? You shake your head, haunt away your stinging imagination. No, you won’t marry the king of curses. Actually, there aren’t many men you’d like as your husband.

How is this supposed to turn out good?

-at the salon-

You feel like fainting any given minute, heart pounding so roughly against your well-dressed ribcage that every beat sends a shiver down your spine. If the man standing in front of you isn’t called Geto or Nanami, you don’t want him. And apart from that…Aren’t you too young to marry anyway? Why does your family want to get rid of you so badly?

“It is so nice to finally meet you in person, Lady (y/n).”

Your heart drops to the floor.

That voice.

Fuck. It’s no doubt that it’s him.

“Let me introduce myself properly: I’m Prince Satoru, the future king of Avaloria.”

The second your brother steps aside, you get greeted by bright blue eyes and a cheeky grin.

This is Gojo Satoru, that “hot guy with the blindfold”, one of the last men you’d like to marry even if he’s dressed in a fine suit with red and blue details. Out of instinct, you cross your arms in front of your chest, narrow eyes staring him into the ground. You will never understand the hype behind his smile and eyes when it’s all too clear that he’s a player, a womanizer. A man like Gojo Satoru isn’t the husband you were imagining, not the man you were looking for since you were a child.

“I’m not marrying that man”, you announce into the silence of the room.

Soo, this was the very first chapter of my new series and it makes me beyond excited! So please, if you enjoyed it, it would make me beyond happy if you like/comment/reblog that work of mine and let me know what you think. Thank you guys so much for your constant support, it means the world 🤍

Tags: @m0k0k0 @lees-chaotic-brain @sanicsmut @risuola @fire-loving-siren @sunshine7queen @gatitam @kentocalls

[livelaughlovesubs]

Do you do yandere User x Chuuya? If not, then can i request a Chuuya x User who is a shapeshifter.

User can turn into any kind of dogs to just comfort him when he sad or something.

Or it can get creative in bed?

(P/s: i like your works, but also remember to take a rest and take care of yourself:3)

Ohhh yandere reader? Sure~ let’s see what we can do with that hehe… (also sorry for replying so late)

Dom!yandere!reader x sub!chuuya - reader is gn

Warning: not smut this time, gore (?), yandere behaviour - stalking, obsession, hair pulling, stepping, use of drugs, kidnapping, violence

“M-motherfucker…” chuuya cursed under his breath, feeling a shiver ran down his spine. He stood at the doorframe, one hand leaned against the wood and one bawled into a fist. In front of him was supposed to be the group of enemies he was expected to eliminate. Yet the state they were in, or- what was left of them can’t even be buried at this point. A grotesque scene with blood splattered everywhere, every furniture tainted red and a huge heart drawn on the wall opposite to the entrance. There were also letters written inside the heart, if you looked closely it spelled his name. Was someone playing a prank on him?

The worst is, this isn’t the first time, someone has been doing his work for him for months now. Every time he’d arrive at the designated spot, he’d be met with some bullshit like this, there’d be hearts out of blood or corpses everywhere as well. “Urgh! I’ll find that fucker next time.” He groaned, stomping out of the room in a fit of rage. Suddenly he heard a click sound and looked back, seeing nothing but the gigantic heart. The redhead gnarled his teeth, then used his ability to shatter the wall all while holding his hat down. If the cops came and saw his name, it would be troublesome.

Afterwards, he left without looking back, the only thing that lingered was his loud footsteps. Another click sound, this time paired with the noises of a fanatic fan, “ahhhh, so cute~!” Your bottom lip trembled in excitement as you stared at his shadow, hands clutching a camera. As soon as he was out of sight, you stared down at the photos you took. There was a great shot of him looking pissed, or angry, and using his ability… “ugh he looks so handsome here~” you clasped your hand over your mouth, heart pounding as your breathing ragged.

This started since you first caught a glimpse of him. It was during one of his undercover missions, were he infiltrated another organisation where you happened to work at. Due to sheer luck, he didn’t catch you, and you were simply smitten with him. How he killed with such brutality, with a scoff on his face and his foul mouth. Since then you’ve been fantasising about that angry expression he wore. It was the most beautiful thing you’ve seen.

But, with him inching closer and closer to the truth, it was time for you to reveal yourself. You’ve been waiting for this day for what felt like eternity anyway. That’s why you waited and waited, until he was all alone, in a vulnerable place. Then you approached him, tapping his shoulder. “Haah? What do you- mffFFHH..?!” Chuuya turned around, and little annoyed by your presence until you suddenly kissed him. Before he knew it, he felt himself swallowed something suspicious.

“Uh-ugHHh..!” He pushed you away before slapping you, fury spreading throughout his body. When he finally calmed down and looked at your face, his eyes widened. You were holding the cheek he slapped with one hand and grinning from ear to ear, a heavy blush covering your face while your eyes pierced him. “Fucking freak… the heck did you feed me?!” The male yelled, gritting through clenched teeth, ready to use his ability on you when he suddenly realised nothing happened. To say he was surprised wouldn’t be a good fit, he was baffled.

Now, he was staring at his hands while sweat formed on his forehead, how and why was this happening? Calm down calm down, even then, he’s a specialist in martial arts, there’s no way he’d lose against you. “That’s a new expression, I like it.” You chuckled with smiley eyes, closing the distance between the two of you. “Damn it, don’t come closer!” Chuuya shouted at you, backing up a few steps. He was just nervous, at how his ability wasn’t working. His mind rattled as fast as he could, that’s when he remembered the weird thing you made him swallow.

He growled once again while attempting to punch you, “tell me, what did you fed me?!” But this time he didn’t land, instead, you grabbed his wrist and threw him onto the ground. After that, you stepped onto his back with one foot. “UrghH..! B-bastard.” You could hear him whisper, though it was way more tame than before. “Keep glaring at me like that, I love that gaze.” Your chilly voice gave him a scare, making him freeze for a second. “Oh no, don’t stop, be angry at me, show me that beautiful face.”

And he did, trying to push himself up with his strength. Though it was difficult in such a position and without an ability. Each time he would get up a little, you’d crush his hopes almost instantly by using more force as well. You saw how much efforts he was putting into this, so you laughed and decided to answer his questions. “The pill I gave you was an ability repressor. Don’t worry, it isn’t gone forever.” Somehow, a part of him did calm down after hearing those words. Nothing went unnoticed under your watchful eyes though, you’ve studied him enough to notice very little shift on his features.

“That reminds me, how did you like the confessions of love I left for you?” What now? Confessions of love? You couldn’t possibly mean those fucked up paintings on the wall. As if you could read his thoughts, you fumbled with your pocket before taking out a batch of photos and dropping them onto the ground. These were all photos of him, tausends of different ones from all possible angles. He felt his breath hitching in his throat, at the craziness of the situation. So you were the one leaving all those disturbing and weird scenes behind, all because you liked him? How did you even know what missions he’d get?

Out of nowhere he giggled, then mumbled, “you fucking psycho, haha.. aren’t you just a perverted stalker?” His words didn’t really affect you, but his furious face did. You felt your chest tighten, blood rushing and stomach curling. This sweet and twisted feeling didn’t want to leave you alone, so you’ve decided to chase it. “Yes, just like that. Look at me just like that, chuuya.” You smirked all lustful, breathing hitching while mentioning his name.

He really didn’t want to hear you say his name, it made him feel repulsed, disgusted even. “What do you want from me.” Chuuya snapped, glaring at you with murderous intention. “I just want you to be mad at me, so please do it, chuuya ♡” you admitted, clasping your hands together then lowering yourself to his level. Then, you grabbed his hair and yanked on it, making him look up. “UrghHH!! Let go of me you fucker!!” That action of yours was obviously immediately met with more insults and vicious names from the boy.

To his dismay you looked satisfied, happy that he was such a stubborn individual. “How I’d love for this to go on forever, haaah~ to watch that gorgeous expression on your face until I’ve mesmerised it.” You rambled to yourself, and he gulped loudly, getting an uneasy feeling. “But i have to put it on hold for now. It’s alright, we will have all the time in the world.” As soon as you finished your little speech, you clasped a hand over his mouth and stuffed something in again.

“MfffGHH!! F-fUHNM!!” He tried to shake your hand off, bite it, refuse it, yet nothing worked. You didn’t let loose until you were sure he ate it. All this time you had an ecstatic look on your face, smirking satisfied and joyful, as if you were enjoying it. Then he felt his consciousness fading, vision blurring as the last thing he heard was, “sleep tight, chuuya.”

[kingkat12]

so... this is the deleted original ending to the first chapter of seven minutes in heaven. made centuries ago. enjoy!!

(it sorta starts in the middle of the closet scene, so here goes nothing)

WARNINGS: SMUT! SMUT! ROMAN BEING AN ASSHOLE! mind control powers being used for BAD bad bad BAD things!! implied mind control during sex so is it dub-con?, dark!Roman, not-so-happy-ending

word count: 1,811

a/n: there was a reason this version was scrapped... it felt too dark and not fun and urgh i'm simply posting this as an ancient artifact lol. it might suck as i wrote this back in august, but oh well!!!

(Roman is NOT a feminist in this one, so... irony<333 generalizing cunt)

 "And I reckon this is your first time playing?"

"Yeah," I mumbled, no longer meeting his gaze. I couldn't look at him, not right not, not when we were this close and alone. 

"So..." Roman ran his fingers through his hair, the usual smirk returning. "You know what usually happens in here, or...?"

I rolled my eyes; "I'm not an idiot,"

"I know," Roman's voice got lower, breathier, and he took a step closer. There wasn't much room for more steps, actually— it was getting rather cramped up at this point. "But if there's anything you've wanted to try out, now's the time."

My breath hitched, hoping the thumping of my heart wasn't audible to him. 

It was almost as though Roman could sense how nervous I was; he bent down a little, getting on my level before he whispered; "I won't tell Letha,"

Feeling his hot breath against my skin, how dangerously close he was, was almost too much for me. The way he said it made me even more conscious of what was happening; I hadn't even told Letha how crazy I was about Roman, and I knew she'd be against it.

However... I was being served my biggest dream on a platter. Maybe if I got this bit over with, my feelings would subside and go back to being purely hateful again? 

I mustered up the courage, letting out a shaky breath before I opened my mouth to speak; "Could you maybe... kiss me?" My words came out barely louder than a whisper. "I've just had a really shitty night."

Roman's expression remained unchanged. "I'm sorry to hear that,"

"... No, you're not,"

"Okay, you might be right," He let out a soft laugh against my lips, and my eyes quickly darted down to his hands to check if he wasn't holding a needle or no. That was when I knew my anxiety was through the roof. "So... you want a kiss? That's all?"

This was too nerve-wracking. I kept imagining that he would say no, that he would reject me somehow and make me the only girl at school he wouldn't want to do anything with— that would definitely make me hate him even more. In a flash moment of weakness (which I later blamed the alcohol for), I sighed; "Just... could you? Or am I asking for too much?"

Something about Roman's expression changed— he seemed to realize what it was that I was actually asking of him. Not to make out, not to drown in one another, but the simplest of all things romance; affection. Something gentle, something sweet, just to check if he had a sliver of anything resembling that in his system. 

"You like me, don't you?" Roman whispered, nudging his nose against mine, eyes rounding out as he heard my breath hitch at the simple gesture. "This is what all of this has been about?"

I closed my eyes, revelling in the feeling. It was the smallest thing, yet it was a comfort in the midst of the conversation. "All of what?"

"Your anger," Roman let out a sigh, connecting our foreheads, closing his eyes as well. "You can't stand that you like me, can you?"

For some reason, I felt the urge to cry overcome me— I spent a few seconds pressing down the stream of tears that threatened to surface. Having someone say it out loud felt like a desperately needed release. "It's been a nightmare,"

Roman stilled, eventually letting out a hum which sent a shiver down my spine. "You know nothing about nightmares," he breathed against my lips. "If I tell Letha we fucked in here, you'll be living through your worst one."

I shouldn't have been so shocked— I should've expected this. I should've known that Roman would spin this around on me. I definitely knew he wouldn't reciprocate, but this? What was it, revenge? 

"I could make your every waking moment a living hell," he continued, his cold hands suddenly travelling up my body, gripping my waist with a grip I was afraid would bruise. "Letha would take my side, of course... Who else do you have but her, hm?"

I wanted to break out into tears, now grabbing at his hands. Almost panicked, I tried to get him off of me, but to no avail. "I'll leave you alone," I pleaded, finding his eyes.

"Nah, that's not what I want," I could see the sadistic satisfaction overcome him— I saw how he broke out into a wide grin at the sight of my glossy eyes. "How about we make a deal?"

Making a deal with the devil reincarnated? Very smart move, on my part. Fucking genius. "Okay?"

Roman hummed, his harsh grip around my waist releasing, allowing me to finally suck in a heave of air. Catching me off guard, he suddenly pressed his lips against my forehead with the softest touch I had ever felt— was he trying to throw me off course? 

"Start being nice..." Roman murmured, his now hands drawing soothing circles onto my back. "And I will reward you."

I let out a shaky breath; I was thankful that the agreement didn't involve any needles. "... That's all?"

"That's all," Roman echoed, pulling away to watch my expression. "You and your mouth have been making my life hell, do you know that? So if you can calm the fuck down, we could both get what we want. How does that sounds?"

I wasn't completely sold. "And what is it that you think I want?"

Roman's eyes darkened; he knew he had won. "Me," 

Oh, how I hated him. I hated him, and I knew I always would. But as his lips ghosted over mine, seconds away from touching, I didn't stand a chance anymore when the following words sounded past his plush lips; "I have a feeling I might have to put you in your place a little, hm? Maybe you'd even want that? Because honestly, I know girls like you... You fight until your last breath, then you're completely in denial, and then you'll fall apart the minute you get what you've always wanted,"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this... me? 

"And you've always wanted to be one of my girls, haven't you?" Roman leaned down, pressing a deadly soft kiss against my cheek which nearly took my breath away; I could feel him smirk against my skin. "Or maybe... the only one?"

At this point, I felt so broken down that I gave in to a nod. 

Roman's hand slowly ghosted up my body until his fingers gently wrapped around my neck, holding me in place, almost as though he feared I would run; "I can arrange that, y'know?"

This conversation had unlocked a deep, dark part of me that I didn't know I had— like this, completely at his mercy, I had a feeling I was made to be his. Brainwashed. That I was put on this earth to find him and be with him, and that we were destined to be together. It made me feel so weak and pathetic that my lower lip eventually gave in to a quiver, feeling a sob build.

Roman let go of my neck, stroking his fingers through my hair. "Shh, no need for that... You're fine, you're okay. It's just me."

Just me. Just Roman. He who that had haunted my dreams for months, the only one I could think of when I got myself off, and the one I had been longing for from afar for so long that it turned into burning hate. 

Roman must've felt like he was done torturing me, finally meeting my lips with the most gentle kiss I had ever shared. This was all I had ever wanted— he was right. My heart beat hard in my chest as I let myself melt against his dangerously soft lips. 

I wanted to be his, no matter the cost. No matter what happened or what I had to sacrifice. 

I loved Roman Godfrey.

... and I was sure of it now.

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ

Yes— This was right.

Of course. 

I loved him. 

I loved him, I loved him, God, how I loved him. With every fibre of my being, I loved him. 

I loved the feeling of his body against mine, corrupting my mind until I was nothing but mindless. A small part of me also loved that it was our little secret, and ours only. 

Letha didn't have a clue, of course— I had kept my act up quite well when I was around her. I had kept it up around everyone else as well, but the anger that was ravaging through my system, the hate that was burning me up from inside was currently being mended by one thing and one thing only;

"A-Aah—"

My fingers tangled into Roman's hair, feeling his bruising grip around my hips tighten as he fucked me into my mattress. I let out a small cry, feeling my legs starting to go numb after how long they had been thrown over his broad shoulders. Deep down, I didn't care— nothing could put out the angry fire in my soul like Roman did. Nothing was a better remedy than feeling his cock inside me, no matter what, when, or where.

I let out a gasp as Roman shifted, pulling me into his lap with ease. I couldn't feel my legs now, and I had a sense that he knew— he barely had to put any strength into moving me around, especially with how he was towering over me in general. 

I let out a gasp as he sunk me down on his length, and I gripped his shoulders with a short squeak for support. Heavy breaths escaped my parted lips as I clung to him, whimpering at the feeling of his thick cock stroking my insides. 

Roman seemed beyond content, gazing up at me with half-lidded eyes. He revelled in the sight of how ruined I was before he attached his soft lips to my collarbone to bring forth a hickey, humming. That was the one place we both knew Letha wouldn't see it, after all. 

It was impossible not to submit to the devil reincarnated when sex could feel this good with him. It didn't matter that I had practically sold my soul for this, because every second, every stroke of his cock, was worth it. 

"You're heaven," he murmured, lifting my hips and pushing himself further into me, taking more control. "You feel so... shit, this is heaven—"

Ironic.

And just as I felt my climax approaching, flashes of thoughts I had suppressed came crashing forward. No matter how nice all of this felt, I couldn't help but wonder how I had even agreed to any of this in the first place. But it wasn't like he had mind control powers, right? It wasn't like this was some sadistic ploy to seek revenge against all the times I had been a complete and utter bitch to him.

No— it couldn't be. Don't be ridiculous.

... Right?

[in1-nutshell]

Loved when mtmte Megatron met his sparkling from tfp and how he offered for them to come with him and the lost light crew and buddy saying they would stay in tfp but what if buddy said yes to his offer what would their life with the lost light look like and would they vist tfp crew?

Fun fact: This was going to be the original response when Megatron offered Buddy, but decided not to last minute.

Now because there are way too many shenanigans' that would happen on the Lost Light if Buddy joined, I summarized the highlights.

Hope you enjoy!

What if... TFP Megatron's daughter with the opposite personality agreed to stay on the Lost Light?

SFW, Platonic, Slight angst, Familial, Cybertronain reader

TFP/MTMTE

Already a heavy considered in the beginning.

When Megatron did offer Buddy a spot on the Lost Light, Buddy hesitated, but ends up agreeing to go Megatron and Prime.

Optimus knew this was a possibility… but he hoped that deep down she wouldn’t leave.

Buddy turns to Team Prime and begins to give each one of them a long hug.

“This isn’t our last goodbye. We’ll meet again I’m sure of it.”--Buddy

Buddy hugs the kids with light tears slowly moving down her face as Miko sobs close to her spark chamber.

“You better come and visit us.”—Miko

Buddy hugs a bit tighter.

“I’ll come and visit you guys. I’m not going to leave forever. It’s just…”--Buddy

“You deserve it, Buddy.”--Ratchet

Buddy looks over at Ratchet a bit in disbelief.

Buddy puts the kids down and moves to the older mech hugging him dearly.

“After everything, I probably would have gone too.”--Ratchet

“Oh Ratchet…”--Buddy

Another set of arms envelops the two.

Optimus is now hugging them.

Buddy reaches for him too.

They stay like that for a bit before Buddy lets go and gets set on the ground.

She walks over to Megatron and grabs his servo.

Buddy looks back with a teary smile.

“Thank you all for everything.”--Buddy

Team Prime waves good-bye as the two bots walk into the portal.

On the Lost Light…

Buddy and Megatron walk out as the portal close.

The crew takes a moment to understand that Buddy was with them.

That could only mean…

“BUDDY!”--Tailgate

Tailgate runs over and hugs Buddy.

Buddy hugs back as everyone else comes over.

Whirl snatches Buddy up.

“I guess that means you’re stuck with us now, huh?”—Whirl

Buddy wipes a happy tear from her optic smiling.

“Yep. Your stuck with me now.”--Buddy

Whirl pats Buddy on the helm as she looks over at Megatron.

He still has his servo in hers, still smiling.

Many of the Lost Lighters were overjoyed to keep Buddy with them.

There is a celebration at Swerve’s for Buddy officially joining the crew.

It lasts for a couple of days.

There was a lot of laughter and tears shared.

Buddy had never felt so loved as at that moment.

A bit later Buddy heads off to the med bay with Ratchet.

Since she was going to be staying permanently in a different universe, they wanted to make sure that Buddy’s frame could stand the adjustment.

Thankfully all scans prove that it was possible for Buddy to stay in this universe, with some framing modifications and internal work done, it was entirely possible.

The next few days are filled with Buddy going in and out of the labs and med bay.

The crew is giving their support in any way they can.

Megatron is by her side whenever he can.

Thankfully it’s more time since Rodimus and Magnus agreed to let him take some time to be with her.

There is another celebration at Swerve’s when Buddy comes in with their new frame.

Whirl twitching his claws.

“Urgh! When is Buddy coming? It’s been ages already!”--Whirl

“We need to be patient Whirl; Buddy is already trying her hardest to adapt to everything on the ship. We can’t rush everything.”--Rung

“That still doesn’t explain why she’s—”--Whirl

Buddy walks into Swerve’s with her new frame with Megatron and Ratchet by her side.

“Hi… how do I look?”--Buddy

Skids comes by and pats Buddy on the back.

“Looking sharp Buddy!”--Skids

Rodimus places her a Rodimus star for ‘Being the best Buddy’.

Many more crew members come over to see the new frame design.

But it’s not all fun and games.

Buddy gets her own habsuite a little away from Megatron’s.

He lost count of the number of times he had nearly torn down the door when she woke up screaming.

Ravage now sleeps close to Buddy offering comfort from the nightmares.

Buddy takes full advantage of the fact that Rung is willing to see her, not that he would turn her down.

Eventually she feels more comfortable talking with the others about more detailed things about her life in the other universe and what happened on the day she was taken.

“He suddenly started calling me Orion… I tried—tried to tell him it was me…sometimes he would stop for a bit…other times it made him—made him…”--Buddy

Nautica and Velocity sandwich Buddy in a hug as ore tears and hiccups come out.

“Thank you for sharing Buddy. We know this isn’t easy for you to talk about this.”--Rung

Buddy takes a shaky vent and nods.

“I can continue… just give me a nanoclick.”--Buddy

“Take as much time as you need.”—Velocity

Nautica carefully wipes a tear from Buddy’s face.

“We’re here for you.”--Nautica

Many bots offer their support creating a strong support system.

For example…

The minibots extend a servo to bring Buddy into the minibot’s only nights.

Whirl and some other bots create the Buddy protection squad.

Rewind and some other bots offer to fill in on facts and history about this universe.

Magnus nearly cried when he heard Buddy recite a passage in the Autobot code by memory.

Buddy tries to find her place on the ship too.

No longer in command of an army or being Prime’s niece, she had to make a name for herself from scratch.

As it turned out, Buddy took a lot of interest in Rewind’s line of work as an archivist.

“Wait so you’re telling me he just jumped from the roof onto the flyier? Where? Why?!”--Buddy

Rewind shrugs.

“Domey said once that he liked being on the rooftops and would jump, literally, into action when it was needed.”--Rewind

“…Please tell me you have some footage of that.”--Buddy

“…Give me a few minutes.”--Rewind

Other bots are not jealous nope, not at all.

Brainstorm and Perceptor are able to recreate a device to send anyone to Buddy’s original dimension after a couple of months.

But Buddy isn’t touching that thing.

Not just yet.

Not for a while.

Someday… but not today…   

[satrs]

can we get more blue lock pranking your bf by taking of your engagement ring !!!

YESSS YES YES I WAS WAITIN FOR THIS LMAOOOO

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨? PART 2!

SYNPOSIS; pranking your bf by taking off your engagement ring!

FEATURING; Michael Kaiser. Oliver Aiku. Nagi Seishiro. Karasu Tabito.

TAGS; 100% fluff and crack. Them being them.

All Characters are 18+.

MICHAEL KAISER.

Just don’t.

"Ain’t. No way." He stopped in his tracks while the two of you were out for a walk, raising your interwinded hands to his face, his apprehension being confirmed. 

„Kaiser what are you-„ he put his ring finger up to your lip, hushing you. „Do you feel the cold metal? That is how cold my heart is right now.“ You put his finger down, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. 

But he didn’t waver, his hand holding you by the shoulder, looking you deeply into the eyes. „I thought you were the lid to my pot but,“ he turned his head, dramatically clenching his eyes together, „I seemed to have been mistaken.“

You knew what he would do next, quickly trying to clear up that it was all a prank, but it was already too late. He stood right in front of you, loud words echoing through the whole area causing bystanders to turn their heads. 

„Oh, what have I done to earn such punishment from the gods!? Why is there no end to my suffering? Please, oh God Oh the engagement rings! Please have mercy upon us and present us with the glorious ring from the emperor Michael Kaiser the first!“

Your face, heated up in embarrassment, all the attention from strangers, on you or to be specific, your finances, caused you to turn on your heels. „I do not know you.“ 

He giggled while strolling after her. „Oh empress Y/N! This is what happens when you toy with the Emperor’s heart! Do not let this foolish inconvenience ever occur again!“

OLIVER AIKU.

"SUCH A TEASE URGH ends up pranking YOUU

You were growing impatient at this point. Throughout the whole day you tried to make him notice that you had put the ring off, but he purposely ignored you. 

„What’s with the long face?“ he questioned from the bed rather rhetorical, lips curving into a teasing smile. You just turned your attention back to the clothes you were folding, not sparing him another glance.

This made the young man wary, getting up from in bed to move into your direction. „C‘mon doll, no need to feel bad. I put mine off too, see?“ 

This alone made your head snap back at a ridiculously fast speed, scanning over your lover's hand. But the ring was still on his finger and as you looked up at him, his other hand was quick to flick your nose, laughing in the process.

„Not funny.“ You slapped his hand away, trying to act all hot and bothered. But when he caught your arm in the air and placed a soft kiss on your lips, you couldn’t help but smile. “That’s what you get, doll.”

NAGI SEISHIRO.

This man did not notice.

"Urgh Sei'!" He turned his head to you, a confused look on his face. You knitted your eyebrows, head shaking in disappointment. 

You waved your hand around, trying to help him understand. But he still didn’t, brows knitting in confusion. „Are you that dense? Don’t you notice anything?“ 

He put down the controller, intensely looking at her form, trying to figure out what could’ve possibly changed. He even slit his eyes to probably scan you for any change- to no avail.

„New… nails?“ 

„C‘mon Sei‘! My ring! I put it off to prank you!“ he blinked once, twice, then he noticed that there really was something off. „Oh.“

You huffed as you threw yourself onto of him, buried in his chest as he stroked your head. „You’re no fun, you know that?“ 

He only placed a soft kiss on his head, attention turning back to his game. „That ring isn’t the real deal anyway. Just wait till our day, yeah?“

KARASU TABITO.

drama queen 2.0

"Are you out of your damn mind?" 

His words made you look up at him in confusion as you stopped your cooking. "Huh?" He gave you an amazed look, huffing out in disbelief. "Don't you, huh me! Who is he, huh?!"

Your eyebrows crinkled in confusion, demanding him to explain his outburst. "Whoever he is, tell him he doesn't stand a single chance against me!" 

You sighed in annoyance, still left in the dark about what he even meant. "Karasu, what the hell are you even talking about?"

"Your ring!", he dramatically exclaimed, pointing at his naked ring finger as if he was pointing at an imposter. 

You couldn’t help but let your lips twitch. into a smile. „I don’t have it on. What’s the problem?“ you tried to say as nonchalantly as you could. 

„That’s exactly the problem! This better be some stupid prank or I‘ll literally cry.“ You burst into laughter, causing the man to sigh in relief, taking ahold of his heart through his shirt.

He moved around the counter to embrace you in a tight hug, lips attacking your face. „Thank god.“

ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ k-azus.°

[lordvikdreemurr]

Sammy Lawrence x Reader

smut<3

fem!reader btw!! Sammy is dom!

Sammy has been so needy all those years, deprived of any kind of touch and he recognize his favorite girl in the old workshop MEOOWW<3

(we don't have enough batim x reader💪 uh first time writing smut like that yk GRRR, lemme know if its good?)

You worked in this workshop a long time ago. Joey Drew Studios.

After everything had closed you decided to return there for the nostalgia and good memories spent working in this place you cherished so much. But when you stepped in here you heard the door close behind you and immediately panicked when it didn't open.

"What the fuck?..." You mumbled under your breath.

You looked behind you, it wasn't really welcoming anymore, you hesitantly started walking in. Ink dripping down the walls, the floor beneath you squeaked, you had an uneasy feeling.

You began to revisit the place, recognizing every part of the studio.

"AH!"

You went back into a corridor, a cardboard cutout of Bendy was placed there. In front of you. Although it was not here the first time you walked here. You stared at it as you walked past him. You turned your head and your eyes widened, a sort of...Boris, dead. Not just dead, His whole stomach...we could see his bones and you were disgusted, you had to leave.

You hurried your steps, you had to find items for this stupid ink machine. After gathering everything you went back to check on the machine but...... Was the door barricaded now?...

You approached it slowly.

You let out a scream as a creature appeared behind the boards, you gasped and didn't even have time to look at him that you were running for you life, ink was everywhere now, It drowned your feet, what the hell was happening. Didn't have time to think.

You made your way back to where you came from, the door. It was open. But before you could get to it the floor under you broke and you falled.

Ink splashed, it was really annoying. You got up and sighed, how long until this adventure would be done ? You frowned.

-

This place had become very big, you kept your axe in your hands as you continued on your way, you arrived in front of a inky path and stepped in it as you started making your way to the end of it you spotted someone passing by, holding a cardboard cutout of bendy under his arm, you could see his whole body was covered in ink. "Excuse me!? Hey! Can you help me?!"

You tried to get faster there and when you tried to see from where he left he wasn't there. Just a Bendy, again. Against a wall with a pentagram. You groaned and hit the bendy cutout with your axe. "Ugh! Seriously?!"

Later you arrived to the music department, after getting rid of monsters you approached a tape and made it work. You heard a familiar voice, and you knew who it was anyways. Sammy. It felt like forever, his voice was always relaxing and calm. Once was a time you were in love with him. You loved him so much, a small smile appeared on your lips as you brought back the memories, you had to get going though, so you walked away from it, holding tightly the axe.

You walked, you were starting to become familiar with the place again, even after the whole monster things and demon weird shit going on there. You turned around feeling a presence behind you, just to make s—

...

What the fuck. The man you saw earlier stayed still as he kept his shovel up in the air, was he going to fucking hit you and you caught him red handed?? Oh that was an awkward situation to be in... He silently stayed still before he grabbed your axe with a hand and pulled on it, getting you closer to him. You gasped as he got it out your hands and he threw it behind him. He then pushed you down on the floor, falling on your butt, you looked up at him as he got on his knees on top of you, you couldn't see his face behind that fucking mask, he grabbed your throat with his cold and inky hand and pushed you down to lay on the hard wooden floor on your back. "Urgh!" "Shh..Stay still."

This voice. "..Wha..." You stared at him for what seemed like an eternity before finally saying something. "Sammy?.." You could tell he got caught off guard. He rapproched his masked face close to yours, like he was analysing you. "....Y/N?" He said your name quietly. "I didn't expect to see you. How cute it is from you to come down there and visit me, my dear Y/N."

He placed down the shovel next to him and completely sat down on you, he leaned down. You frowned, annoyed. "What the hell happened here? And you..You.." "I know. Isn't it a beautiful place. Kept by our lord. And this body. What do you think happened my dear ?" You grabbed his wrist with your hands, it wasn't very comfortable having him grab your throat that roughly. "I've been rotting here for 30 years. I became something else." "Urgh..I saw that. God, Sammy..I missed you but can you remove your hand? Need to breath a lil y'know.." You weren't even going to question why he wanted to knock you out 5 minutes ago, you were even lucky you were still alive. He removed his hand and placed it on your cheek instead, you were a little bit surprised by the move. He brought his other hand up to his mask and raised it slightly up his mouth. You raised an eyebrow, confused before he placed his lips on yours, kissing you passionately. You didn't immediately kiss him back, still processing, your cheeks heated up. He breathed heavily, kissing you a bit more roughly and pushing his tongue in your mouth, getting a soft moan out of your lips, he loved this sound. He brought his hand down your waist, slipping it under your shirt to grab your breast and massage it slowly, he pulled away, you both catched your breath. He smirked slightly, enjoying your vulnerability as he sat still on you. "You really are a blessing from him, he blessed me with your divine presence, my love."

You quickly looked away, nervous. Everything was going a bit too fast for you to clearly understand what the fuck was going on. You hadn't seen him for 30 YEARS.

He stopped massaging your breast, bringing down his hand to your pants, he removed them quickly out of the way and looked down at your panties. You blushed heavily, he removed it too and lowered his suspenders, he lowered his overalls until he revealed his lenght, your lips parted slightly and looked up at him. "Are you sure about this? Right here?..." You asked quietly, unsure. He licked his lips, looking down at you, he placed himself between your legs. With a small smirk he grabbed your thighs and wrapped them around his hips. "C'mere."

You felt the tip of his hardened cock at your entrance before he pushed himself in you, earning a loud moan from you, you swear you heard him chuckle as you covered your mouth with your hand. "Oh no my dear, let those pretty sounds be heard. Its the most beautiful melody to my ears.." You gulped, hesitant. "What if someone hear us!?" You asked, worried about this whole thing. "Shh.. Don't worry, dearest. Now let me.." He started moving slowly in you, moving his hips. You whimpered softly, your cheeks red. Sammy was enjoying this as much as you, he grunted softly as he started speeding up, gripping your thighs. God, he haven't had pussy in years, but here you were, you were his.

He felt your walls clenching around his cock as he pounded in you and he lived for it, your reactions were so cute. He was panting looking into your eyes as he wanted to watch your every reactions.

He wanted to feel, mark, and own you, you were his to have and he was going to fuck you so hard the only word you would remember would be— "Sammy! Hh..!~" You moaned out his name, arching your back, wrapping your arms around his neck. He breathed heavily and leaned down, starting kissing you roughly, your muffled moans against his lips.

Skin slapping against skin. It almost echoed in the corridor.

You were surprised no one walked in here seeing you two fuck like animals. "Oh my love..I—..Ff..uuck..." He came inside you without warning and your orgasm didn't take long to come right after, cum dripping down your soaked hole. He pulled away from you and looked down at his art work, you grabbed his shoulders and pulled his body back against yours. "Huh?" "I love you, Sammy..." You breathed out, still panting. He smiled softly at you and placed a small kiss on your lips. "I love you too, dearest."

[crisis-starter]

Hello

I did not expect to write Odile’s moment in less than half a day.

Stars, its twice as long as Mirabelle’s and that took me 2 or 3 days to do.

Well, anyways, I hope you enjoy!

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Odile was by the staircase in the final room, waiting to talk with Siffrin. The entire trek through the house was filled to the brim with suspicious activity. Facial expressions, behaviors… it was all strange. And with the knowledge of Wish Craft and Time Craft… she had an idea of what was happening. Bonnie was seemingly thinking about something. She had never seen the child be so quiet before. And Isabeau was looking right at her. Siffrin was chatting with Mirabelle, so she awaited them. Soon they will have to talk to her, she could feel it.

Then she felt the slight twinge of Craft. Isabeau wasn’t looking at her anymore, instead performing an odd kind of craft, if his hand was any indication. And then she heard his voice in her head:

‘M’dame Odile. Please. Whatever you are planning to do right now? At least be gentle.’

Odile copied the hand signal she saw Isabeau making before replying, “He’s trapped himself, and subsequently the entirety of Vaugarde in time! Perhaps even worse than the King! And you don’t want me to say my piece?”

‘I am not saying that you shouldn’t say something. I’m saying that, if you are, please don’t push him. He is already that close to the edge.’

Odile was silent. Skeptical. She had an idea of Isabeau’s stance, but this really couldn’t go unsaid. Siffrin was hiding something that clearly felt like common knowledge to everyone except her. And Isabeau had this… worry in his voice. Like he knew something she didn’t.

‘M’dame. I… I can’t tell you right now. Because we’re on a time limit. But I will tell you what I remember seeing once we get back. Here’s to hoping you remember what happens next.’

Isabeau cut the connection there. Odile looked at Siffrin, and realized why. The rogue had finished talking with Mirabelle. She put her hand down and returned to reading through the notes of her investigation. Siffrin approached her, a seemingly disinterested expression on his face. The two glanced at each other before Odile started talking, “Ah. Woop woop, we did it, we won, etc.”

She wanted to start soft, somewhat. So why not comment on how she feels after the fight with the King? She continued, “Urgh. Whatever. This was… quite a workout. My entire body is screaming.” Odile rolled her shoulders a little. She did feel somewhat sore, “Savior of Vaugarde, huh? That’s something to add to my list of accomplishments.”

Maybe mulling over any future plans may help a smoother transition? She didn’t know. She never said she was… good at this, “But now, I can finally go back to traveling. I’d be curious to visit more Vaugardian cities and hear what they have to say about an event like this. It’ll be weird to travel alone now, but I’ll get used to it again. Or I could just go home to Ka Bue… Hm…” Maybe she could convince the others to travel with her? Not right now, that would be too… embarrassing. Everyone here has their own life. She didn’t want them to put it aside so easily over a grown woman not wanting to leave without a proper goodbye and happy, stress-free memories to take with her.

Siffrin hid in their collar as they spoke, “To do your fake research?” There it was. Another suspicious detail. How they knew her research was fake was a bit of a mystery but she needed to say something, “…Yes. My fake research…” She probably looked a bit… frustrated there. She quickly fixed her expression, “Don’t tell anyone. I’d like to see Isabeau try to figure it out for a little longer. Very excited to hear what he comes up with next. Spoonology? Bananalogy?” Siffrin’s expression changed to that of an odd smile. A fabricated one. Concern began to blossom in her heart.

Maybe Isabeau was right.

Siffrin joked, “Bananalogy would be quite aPEELing.” Odile didn’t find it funny. But… at least fake something, “Hah… Yes.” Her face softened, “Ha… I’ll miss you, Siffrin. You’re a little strange, but you’re a good kid. Maybe try letting down your walls every once in a while, huh?” The researcher felt a smile sneak onto her face, “And come to Ka Bue anytime. Maybe we’ll meet again during your travels.” Odile really hoped so. Siffrin forced himself to smile. Wait.

Odile looked at Siffrin, concern fueling her entire being, “…Siffrin, is everything-“ Siffrin’s expression flashed into something akin to confusion for a second. Odile looked around. Bonnie, Mirabelle, and Isabeau were looking at her, worried. Great. She had spectators now. But… was she the main act? She sighed, hoping to brush off the added tension. She hoped that this would go smoothly. Odile asked, softly, “But really, is everything okay?” Siffrin is back to that fabricated smile, “What do you mean?”

Oh… Oh this is how things will have to go, huh. She continued, “I don’t know, Siffrin. You’ve felt off since yesterday. More withdrawn, mostly. Tell me what’s wrong.” Siffrin continued avoiding the question, “Nothing’s wrong!” This defiance… it was messing with Odile’s patience. But she was trying, “…it’s okay if you don’t want to tell me, you know. I’ll find out eventually.” She probably already did. Maybe everyone did, and she doesn’t remember. Siffrin replied, hiding in their collar again, “But I’m not hiding anything.” And that was the final straw. All attention was on them both. She was starting to get a headache. Time to lay it all out, no matter how harsh it felt.

Odile looked at Siffrin, abandoning any kind of calm or leniency, “Is that so.” She made her frustration known, “Is that so? So Time Craft has nothing to do with you?” Siffrin dropped the facade and grew shocked, “No that’s-“ Odile will not let him deny it. She continued, noticing Isabeau trying to approach. No. She needed to say her piece, “And the fact that you knew how to read that book about Wish Craft… Knew how to wish correctly, when no one else did… It doesn’t mean anything, either?”

Siffrin gave that fake smile, only more shaky, “It’s not like that, I-“ She was cornering them. No more excuses, just continue, “And the way you’re acting, doing that stupid smile like nothing’s wrong… It doesn’t mean anything, either?!?” The smile was dropped. Siffrin was looking at Odile, shaken. Silent. There’s more evidence.

She looked away slightly, still stern, “I’m not stupid, Siffrin. If I find something strange, I can do nothing except give it my full attention.” She turned her attention back to Siffrin, “And you are acting strange.” Siffrin looked stressed. Staring at her with this need to run away, but being unable to. Her headache was getting worse. She’ll deal with it later.

It was at this point she made her anger known, “There were so many signs… I did not understand them, but now I do! You’ve been acting strange since you woke up from your nap, yesterday!” She started to ramble on about more evidence that came to mind, “When we talk to you, you act out of it, almost bored… And the way you reacted to the rocks falling… We all jumped, but you just looked at them fall, calmly.” Odile rose her voice again, “And there’s so many other things, the way you reacted to so many things throughout our entire journey through the House!” The researcher faltered a little, “And, and… How every time you found the keys we needed to proceed, you didn’t seem surprised, like you knew exactly where they were. Even that key in the classroom. Almost like…” Odile looked at Siffrin for answers, “…Like you had found them before, maybe?”

Siffrin started to grow panicked, “B-but that’d be impossible, though!” Isabeau was looking at the two of them, nervous yet willing to step in. Siffrin attempted to reason. To save themselves, “How could I have known where the keys were when it’s my first time here?!?” Odile, frustrated, asked, “I don’t know, Siffrin, why don’t you enlighten me?!” Siffrin’s breathing was escalating. Odile continued, “Don’t think I believed that whole ‘I wished croissants would disappear~’ thing, too. So, if you lied about your wish… What did you wish for, then? That’s it, isn’t it?” The researcher looked at her hands, “Did something happen? To you, to us? Did we die against the King, maybe?” Odile looked up, spotting Siffrin pulling at his hair. Oh no. She only had one thing left to say, then she could try to start calming Siffrin down. It’ll be okay. She finished by asking, “Is that why you’re repeating the same events, Siffrin?” She was about to maybe ask Siffrin to calm down and relax before it happened.

Siffrin snapped back, “SHUT UP!!!”

Everyone was startled by the outburst. Odile herself was shaken. Isabeau was right. She couldn’t be a bit softer, huh? And now, Siffrin was on the edge of a breakdown. The traveler continued, breath ragged and irregular, “Even if you figure it out, Odile… It’s too late! It’s too late! It’s always too late!!!” Siffrin looked right into Odile’s eyes as they spoke, a combination of panic and rage in his eyes, “Did you have to figure it all out now, when it’s all about to end? You can’t help me, Odile!!! No one can!!!”

Isabeau was stunned, muttering a quiet, “Sif, Odile…?” Bonnie was hidden behind Mirabelle, asking, “What’s happening? Why are you yelling?” …When did they get so close? Odile’s headache was getting worse. The air started to feel strange. Her heart was pounding in her ears.

Siffrin continued, erratic, “It’s too late!!! YOU CAN’T HELP ME!!!” Odile tried to get a word in, but couldn’t. So she continued to listen to Siffrin’s pleas, “And I think, weirdly, I don’t even want you to help me?” Siffrin gave a panicked smile, “Why don’t I want you to help me?”

Odile felt her hands shaking. What… was this her fault? Was she the final straw? All she could really do was try to ask them to calm down, “Siffrin-“ But she couldn’t even do that without being cut off, “Maybe because I know that if you help me, you’ll start hating me!!!”

What?

“Because I don’t know why this is all happening, but-“

Wait.

“It must be because of me, that we’re repeating the same events!!!”

Siffrin stop. Please, you’ll hurt-

“And if you knew that, you’d hate me-“

Mirabelle cried out, “Siffrin?!” Maybe to snap him out of it. The air tasted like sugar. A taste so strong, it was horrible. A terrible omen. Siffrin continued, “And I don’t want you to hate me. So, so, so-“

And everything stopped before everyone was sent back to their places. Odile was silent. She decided… to say something, “Siffrin, please. You don’t… have to talk to me. But I will find out somehow. What’s causing you… harm.” She already knew. But maybe it was more comforting to claim ignorance. Siffrin quickly fabricated a smile before cheerfully saying, “Maybe, teehee!”

That… that felt unsettling.

Bonnie, Mirabelle, and Isabeau looked at Odile, worried. Odile herself? She wanted to sit down. She felt faint. That was so much information to take in at once.

Just how… how deep has Siffrin buried himself?

Siffrin faced her, the same chilling smile on their face. Odile stated, “Alright, well, if that was all…” Siffrin took this as his cue to leave as Isabeau straightened his act up.

Once Siffrin was gone, Odile sat down on the stairs. Her headache was gone, but she felt guilty. She just sat there silently, internalizing information.

It seemed that her spacing out helped pass by sooner, because she soon found Isabeau by her side, trying to check if she was doing okay. She could barely hear him.

Her eyes were on Siffrin. They hesitated a little before trying to talk to the Head Housemaiden. Then they approached her. They happily told Euphrasie about something. She responded happily.

Then the pressure in the air grew. Something was wrong. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out. The Head Housemaiden was dismayed. Siffrin pleaded with her.

She crouched down to Siffrin’s level, cupping the rogue’s cheeks with her hands. She made sure she was close to Siffrin as tears streamed down her face. Siffrin was stunned. He couldn’t move. The world grew darker. Something was happening. Something was oh so horribly wrong.

A lightless shade almost appeared to engulf everything. For a split second, Odile saw something. Hundreds of silhouettes. They all looked just like Siffrin. All looking at Euphrasie. And then…

She awoke and stumbled back, nearly crashing into the shelf behind her. Her heart was pounding. So she attempted to calm down. Then she heard someone enter the shop.

Isabeau was trying to catch his breath at the entrance. He looked at Odile, worried, “Are you alright, M’dame?” Odile just looked at him, shocked. Her hands were shaking again. Isabeau sighed, “So… you remember, hm?”

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This was VERY fun to write.

So… those are the 4 “loop awakenings”.

I’ll compile them all in chronological order and post it to AO3 (which was the original plan but I felt like you folks would like it).

I hope you have a good day/night! Until next time!

[canirove]

Friends, lovers… and an orange | Chapter 18

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"Hello, Mason. Please come in" Adele chuckled, closing her apartment’s door after he stormed into it.

"Addie, sorry" he said, walking back to where she was standing and wrapping his arms around her waist. "Hi."

"Hi" she smiled.

"I've missed you."

"You literally saw me this morning, Mase" she laughed. 

"Enough to miss you" he said before kissing her.

"Masw" Adele giggled as he moved to kiss her neck. "Mase, please… Mason!" she complained when he bit her. "That's gonna leave a mark!"

"I know" he smirked.

"That is very naughty."

"Look who is talking" he laughed.

"Whatever" Adele replied. "How was your meeting?"

"Urgh, the meeting" Mason said, resting his forehead on her shoulder.

"That bad was it?" she asked, running her fingers through his hair.

"Worse."

"Why don't we sit on the sofa and you tell me all about it?"

"Only if you let me rest my head on your lap while you touch my hair like that. It feels so good…"

"Ok" she chuckled. "Now, the meeting" she said once they had sat down.

"My agency is the worst."

"We already knew that, Mase."

"But now we have confirmed it. They said no to denying the pregnancy rumours."

"What?" 

"Addie, my hair!"

"Sorry, sorry" she apologized. 

"You can't do that. My job depends on it, you know?" Mason said, rubbing his hand where Adele had pulled from. 

"You didn't complain that much when I did it last night" she smirked.

"It was a different situation. And it didn't feel as if you were about to leave me bald."

"Sorry. I got a bit carried away" she apologized again. "But why don't they want to deny the rumours?"

"Because people are very invested in them, that's why. Some fans are already doing polls about it being a boy or a girl and even making names lists, and a couple of magazines have already asked if we want to do an exclusive announcement with them."

"What?"

"Yeah…" Mason sighed.

"I can't believe they want to keep going with this lie."

"There is more, tho."

"More?"

"Yep. They want you to wear loose clothes in all the events we attend during fashion month and act as if you are hiding the bump."

"Oh… my God."

"Told you they were the worst."

"And we can't say no, can we?" Adele said.

"I'm afraid not."

"This is sick, Mason."

"I know, Addie. I know" he sighed again. 

"And just after I got really good news…"

"Good news? What happened?" he asked, sitting up. 

"Maria Grazia called me earlier. She said she would like me to photograph a project they are working on."

"With Dior?"

"Yep."

"Oh my God, Addie. That's amazing!" Mason said while hugging her. "What is it about?"

"They want to create some kind of bts content of the new collection, like how the clothes are made, the fittings, the models’ casting, then the chaos of the day of the show… And while one team makes the video content, they want me to be in charge of the photos. She said they like how organic the ones I take look like, how they make you feel as if you are there when they are taken."

"And they aren't wrong. You are so talented, Adele."

"I think you are a bit biased here" she laughed.

"Just a bit" he chuckled. "But I'm serious. When I've been on set and people have asked me about us and about you, many have praised your photos and said they love your Instagram account. And I don't think they were saying it because you are my girlfriend and they wanted to flatter me."

"Yeah, but… I feel like an imposter. Like they only want me because I am Elizabeth Turlington's daughter and Mason Mount's girlfriend."

"Some might. But I don't think that's Maria Grazia's case. She loves your work."

"You think?" Adele asked.

"I'm certain of it. So say yes to her offer and wow them with your amazing talent."

"Mase!" she laughed.

"What? Did I lie?" he shrugged.

"You are the worst."

"Yet you love me."

"Very much" she smiled before kissing him.

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"I'm sorry about all that, Maria Grazia."

"Don't worry, Adele."

"They should have not followed me here, they said they were going to respect me while I was working." 

"It's Paris fashion week, there are paparazzis and photographers everywhere" Maria Grazia shrugged. "What matters is that you are ok. Are you?"

"Yes, I am. Thank you for asking" she smiled.

"Great. Then let's get to work, the models are waiting upstairs."

"Perfect" Adele said, taking a deep breath and following Maria Grazia. 

It was the day before Dior's new show, and she was going to photograph some of the models during their fittings. So far she had been loving everything about this job, from how the photos were looking to how nice everyone had been and everything she had learnt. The only bad thing, were the paparazzis.

Every time she left her hotel they would be waiting outside, and it didn't matter if it was just her alone or if she was with Mason. They would shove their cameras on her face, asking her if it was true she was pregnant, if her mother and Toni were happy about it, if Mason was going to propose. Because that was the new topic of conversation going around after all the times they had been seen together since fashion month had started: when he was going to ask her to marry him. Mason had told her to not worry about it, but seeing how much his agency loved following the trends going on around them, she could see them asking them to do a fake proposal in the Eiffel tower or something over the top like that. 

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"They are seriously amazing, Adele" one of the models said while she showed them some of the photos she had taken.

"Thank you" she smiled.

"You don't see a nepobaby who actually is talented that often" another one said, winking at her. 

"Mason is very talented."

"And hot" another added, making the other girls giggle.

"You are so lucky, Adele" the first girl said. "He's hot, talented, and completely infatuated with you."

"And she also is infatuated with him, look at the colour of her cheeks."

"I would too. Have you seen those underwear photos? I don't think they photoshoped anything… if you know what I mean."

"Ok girls, that's enough" another model said, joining their group. "Please forgive them."

"Sorry if my nepobaby comment bothered you. It was just a joke."

"It's ok, don't worry. And you weren't lying" Adele shrugged.

"Can you also confirm my theory about Mason on that shoot?"

"Can we please stop talking about Adele's boyfriend's dick and get out of here?" the last model who joined their group said. "We were going out for drinks, weren't we? Will you join us, Adele?"

"I… I don't know…"

"Is your boyfriend's dick waiting for you?" the model asked with a teasing smile.

"He is attending a couple of shows today and…"

"Then you are coming with us" she said, linking her arm with Adele’s. "I'm Rianne, by the way. I think we didn't introduce each other properly earlier."

"Nice to meet you, Rianne" she smiled.

"Shall we, girls? If we want to find a good table we need to leave now."

"But just one drink, Rianne. Don't forget we have to work tomorrow" one of the other girls said.

"Just one, I promise. Or two or three" she whispered in Adele's ear, making her laugh.

[enzoarweq]

(im talking about the characters q!, not the cc!)

imo no one else seems to understand the landduo/foolhalo relationship is much much deeper than "he's a friend who annoys me and i love to annoy him" or "they are secretly in love" in fact i might be as bold as to say NO ONE does till this day. which is pretty funny how they understand and notice the littlest things about each other but no one can see their deep bond despite that... tho to be fair Bad has said multiple times that he praises Foolish till high heaven from his skills, smarts, to his good looks but he would never ever admit it or say it to his face. (he RARELY does actually so when it happens, we all cheer and die) same for foolish.

Jaiden, who is probably one of the closest to Foolish rn said recently no one else takes Foolish srsly or that they are like outcasts of the island or that no one cares for Leo (para). and im like um theres literally Bad who cares a lot for Foolish and Leo. and has said multiple times that he is much more intelligent than ppl have granted him to be (but ofc she doesn't know, she doesn't know the early moments where they would hang out together almost all the time, constant banter, she doesn't know of THE convo where Bad literally for his advice and was treating and talking to him like two gamemasters in equal footing talking about the games they will play, she doesn't know should anything happen to Bad, he left Dapper in Foolish's care, Foolish constantly leaves Leo in Bad's care, she doesn't know that Leo loves and adores his Tio Bad, she doesn't know a lot of their "true hidden" relationship/sides, she doesn't know how easy Foolish can read Bad like an open book like that mine roulette game which i think she participated but not when both bad and foolish were playing iirc etc etc) not to mention theres also Roier who cares a lot for Leo and vice versa and constantly thinks about her (but this post about foolhalo so i digress)

There was also that moment with Bagi and Tubbo where they were like go ahead and cage Foolish or smtg. like daring Bad to do it. Bad was like aww thats no fun, its boring (cuz yk theres no song and dance, theres no arguing back n forth, it was just that). so when foolish shows up and bad was like hey could u step in ig *shrugs* Foolish was like urgh ok ig. I still remember Bagi's and Tubbos reaction, they were like mildly surprised. like ok what now. Bagi then said to Foolish, hey Bad is insane. Foolish then replied, yeah i fcking knew that already (in a so what tone) and again, Bagi seemed slightly taken aback. Tubbo then went on a rant about them being in love or smtg idk.

or the time when Bad would make a torture chamber for Foolish which he willingly went along cuz why not. and ppl were making angst about it as if Foolish didn't just walk into the torture chamber willingly to play a fun torture game with Bad smh.

also the time when Foolish was hiding his hurt over Leo's absence but Bad knew deep inside he feels deeply. that time where Foolish will run away from everyone else when confronted about his feelings but finally stood silently besides Bad in comfort, instead of a hug. (wasn't Jaiden there for that?)

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theres soooo many foolhalo landduo moments where so many fans just blatantly ignore, like they have selective memory. genuinely confuses me everytime, like are we even watching the same POV.

theres also a lot of moments where ppl were gen mad at bad for the pranks n shit, like its 2023 ppl, we've been thru with this already in dsmp, do better pls. (ik them be new fans but still urgh)

[alizha]

𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒃𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔 | 𝑹𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝑻𝒂𝒗 | 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝟐

Rating: M Word Count: 8.7k (whoops) Tags: female bard tav, tav is not described, angst, sibling relationships, sexual tension, kissing, neck kissing, references to canon-typical violence, mentions of tiefling racism, abuse (physical), minor character death (offscreen), blow job, outdoor sex, semi-public sex

Summary: Rolan has only ever had Cal and Lia. They insist he’s family, but he doesn’t even need that. He’s never needed or wanted anything more.

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Rolan should have known how quickly gossip spread around the inn. It takes all of seemingly a half a day for the news to reach Cal and Lia.

“You dog!” Cal says.

His brother takes a running jump over to where Rolan is sitting at the bar and lands with his hands on his shoulders. It knocks the wind out of him a little. Rolan lets out a strained cough.

“I knew you two were acting weird,” Lia says, dropping one elbow onto the bar and jabbing an accusing finger in his face.

“Didn’t know you had it in you, Rolan,” Cal says, wiping a pretend tear from his eye. “But you’ve finally met someone who managed to take the stick out of your ass.”

Rolan swats away Lia’s hand. “Oh, shove it, you two.”

“Let me have a moment, at least! I thought you were going to be alone forever,” she says, resting her chin cheekily in her palm.

“And I might still be,” Rolan tells her grimly.

Cal gasps dramatically. “What? Was it that bad?”

“What are you on about, you dope? Mystra save me, all I did was kiss her.”

“That’s not how I heard it. I heard from someone who heard it from Bex that you were practically on top of her.”

He and Lia stare at their brother, horrified.

“Gross, Cal! Urgh! I much prefer remaining blissfully unaware that Rolan even knows what sex is.”

She smacks Cal lightly, spurring on a bout of playful roughhousing between them. Quickly, though, they join forces and turn their poking toward Rolan. He buries his face in his arms on the table, desperately hoping his siblings don’t notice his blush.

“Rolan! Your ears are red!”

❖ ❖ ❖

He doesn’t see her again until after the shadow curse is broken, and even then, it’s only for a brief moment. The land was still enveloped in darkness, but everyone could feel a change had happened. As had become typical, no one bothered to explain to them or any of the other refugees what the hells was going on exactly.

Naturally, Rolan’s concern turned toward Tav. It seemed likely that whatever was going on, it’d been set into motion by her. Within the hour, the Harpers have mobilised and Jaheira is on her way to Moonrise.

“It’s the shadow curse,” Cal says. “Do you think they broke it?”

“We’re not taking any chances,” Lia says sharply. “We’re staying our arses right here until someone officially tells us it’s clear out there.”

Rolan agrees with a short hum. “It could still be dangerous.”

“But Rolan,” Cal gives him a worried look. “Your apprenticeship. We’ll barely make it as it is. If we wait any longer…”

He shakes his head firmly. Risking their lives again for his sake—Rolan won’t hear of it, apprenticeship be damned.

Just then, the doors to the inn crash open. Rolan feels like he’s been struck by lightning. Tav. She’s alive, although she looks just about spent. She hurries over to them with Halsin at her side, her other companions probably waiting somewhere just outside.

“Jaheira,” she pants, leaning slightly over with her hands on her knees.

“She took the Harpers to Moonrise,” Lia offers, jumping up. “You can catch them if you go now.”

“Right,” Halsin says with a grateful nod. “Tav.”

She holds up a hand, apparently needing another second to gather herself. When she does, she straightens with a groan.

“We’ll send someone as soon as the curse is gone,” she says, still breathless. “And once it is, you have to leave straight away, so be ready.”

Rolan’s stomach lurches. “What?”

“Your apprenticeship. You can’t be late. What would the great Lorroakan say?”

“You idiot,” he says, shaking his head. She’s about to dive headfirst into another battle at Moonrise looking like the undead, and she’s concerned about his apprenticeship.

“We’ll be ready,” Cal assures her for him.

Rolan almost wants to scold some sense into the both of them but stops when he sees Tav’s heavy smile.

“You’re gonna do great. I expect it’ll be a bit before we make it to the city ourselves.”

It feels like something is hanging in the air between them and simultaneously pressing against his throat. The spark of annoyance that runs through his head at that moment is laced with an equal amount of amusement. If she wants to ask him to meet her in Baldur’s Gate, she ought to just come right out and say it.

“Tav,” Halsin says again, taking an expectant step toward the exit.

“Coming,” she says. “Good luck, you three.”

She takes off at the same time as the druid. At the last second, Rolan shoves down the knot in his throat and shouts at her.

“Good luck, Tav! You’ll know where to find me!”

He’s not sure, but he thinks he sees the skin of her temples flush a little pink.

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Rolan is ready for a lot of things when he finally reaches Baldur’s Gate. Curses being thrown at him, dirty looks, uncomfortable stares from children.

Mutters of ‘foulblood’ don’t hurt him. They never have.

What he wasn’t expecting was having to leave Cal and Lia in Rivington. His letter declaring his apprenticeship is a little crumpled and stained from everything it had to endure in the corner of his pack while they were on the road. Still, it’s enough to get him past the guard at Wyrm’s Crossing. Not so for his siblings.

After everything they’ve been through. After getting right back on the road after the shadow curse broke and splitting off from the other refugees headed for Moonrise. Rolan whirls on the head guard, ready to argue, but Cal hurriedly motions for him to drop the issue.

“It’s okay, Rolan! We’ll be fine!”

“I’ll sort this out with Lorroakan,” he promises them, fists clenched at his sides.

“Go!” Lia says, making a shooing gesture. “I’ll take care of Cal!”

He takes another moment to just look at them fondly before taking off. The fortress looms high above him as he crosses the grand bridge to the city proper. He’ll make sure they’re together again soon, no matter what it takes.

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Ever since he was a young child, Rolan’s always been a good student. He was self-motivated, hard-working, prone to reading everything he could get his hands on. Everything a wizard’s apprentice should be, really. All he has to do is prove it to Lorroakan.

He’s admired the man from afar for years. The distance from every fantastical thing that happened to him on the road from Elturel overhauls his focus. His only goal is to become a great mage and protect his family. It always has been.

His days are spent tending to the shop—to familiarise himself with the magical items, his master tells him. And his nights are spent maintaining the tower. There’s plenty to do. Mountains and mountains of scrolls and tomes and potions that seem to have been piling up with very little semblance of organisation.

It’s all rather tedious work, but Lorroakan always seems to have his reasons for the tasks he sets him on. Eventually, he’ll start on proper lessons and research and the like. Rolan figures everything has a purpose. He’s managed to get Cal and Lia into a hostel somewhere in the city, and that seems good enough for now. He doesn't want to overreach.

The latest of his trials is cataloguing the alchemy ingredients in the tower’s lab. Even though he doesn’t want to seem greedy, he misses his family. His island is fractured, and he feels afloat—at sea without Cal and Lia.

So, Rolan forces himself to work through his exhaustion and manages to finish the cataloguing ahead of schedule. Feeling triumphant, he ascends the tower in search of Lorroakan, hoping his master will be amenable to discussing the subject of finally bringing his family to the tower.

The master of Ramazith’s Tower liked to spend most of his time on the top floor. Purportedly, he was always occupied with conducting his research, though today, he appears to be entertaining a guest. A waifish elf woman in a dress of deep sapphire that dips past her sternum.

He’s always found this room beautiful. The sunlight streaming in through the high windows illumines the specks of dust swirling around specks of blue light scattered below the vaulted ceiling. It reminds him of the Emerald Grove, in a way.

“Master Lorroakan,” he greets the mage with a respectful bow.

Immediately, the displeasure stamped on the mage’s face makes Rolan uneasy. Lorroakan, lounging on a throne of tomes, whispers something to his visitor seated at his feet. She nods and scurries off, and Rolan doesn’t want to make assumptions, but he supposes a man who never leaves his tower must have certain services transported in.

“What is it, boy? You’re supposed to be working on the elixirs. I won’t tolerate laziness in a student.”

“No, of course,” Rolan says quickly as he gets up and stalks toward him. “It was alchemy ingredients, actually, and I’ve just finished with that—,”

Lorroakan cuts him off with a string of tuts, shaking one finger at him. “That’s not possible. If you were doing the work right, you would still be occupied.”

A pit of worry opens its maw in Rolan’s stomach. He hadn’t even considered that his haste might dissatisfy a man as thorough as Lorroakan. A shameful oversight on his part.

“I don’t want to find out that you made a bunch of idiotic mistakes just to finish the work faster.”

“Yes, Master Lorroakan. I will double check my work. But while I’m here, I was wondering if we could discuss getting my brother and sister moved into the tower—,”

Thwack.

Rolan reels, then stands frozen. His vision, blurred for a second, refocuses on the expression of pure venom on his master’s face. There’s a stinging pain right above his cheekbone, pulsating with heat. He reaches up shakily but is too afraid to touch it.

“Back talk,” Lorroakan spits. “I will not have it. You will not ‘double check’ your work, tiefling, you will do it over. From the beginning.”

He can’t speak or move. Rolan stays rooted to the spot until long after his master has swept out of the room.

Whatever it takes.

The quizzing starts that night. Lorroakan throws him question after question, the likes of which entirely flabbergast him. Rolan pores over his repository of autodidactic knowledge, amassed over years of self-study, but he can never seem to find the right answers. And for each answer his master deems deficient, he raises his hand to him again.

He lies in his tiny cot afterward, unable to sleep. Thinking about Cal and Lia makes his chest ache more, and his thoughts constantly wander to Tav. Where she might be right now, what she might be doing.

He thinks about his unfounded suspicion of her back when they first met at the grove. He imagined she was perhaps a spy, or that she could be working for the goblins’ leaders, or even that she was trying to get between him and his family.

The truth, of course, is that the only one getting between Rolan and his siblings is himself. If he’d been strong enough back in the shadow-cursed lands, he could have prevented the cultists from taking them. If he was strong enough to prove himself to Lorroakan now, he would have them here at his side. He needs to toughen up if he’s ever going to become a great wizard. And he needs to do it before Tav inevitably shows up in Baldur’s Gate.

She wouldn’t understand. Wouldn’t understand the lengths he’d go to, or that he’s admired Lorroakan for years, or that even though he isn’t an adventurer like her, beneath the velvet and the silver plate, Rolan knows something of survival.She’d take one look at him and see a damsel in need of rescue again.

Cal and Lia might not be in Ramazith’s Tower, but they’re in the city, sheltered and fed, and he’d done that. A long held oath to the woman he took far too long to rightly consider his mother. Lia always liked to think of herself as the mother hen. She’d wiped their noses and chased off bullies for them countless times, true enough. But it was Rolan who made that promise at the end.

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The rumours are true. The group of adventurers who had caused a stir at Archduke Gortash’s ceremony was Tav’s. It’s only natural that as the tremors and street killings plaguing the city go on the rise that she would soon follow.

Rolan doesn’t see them enter the shop until they’re at the counter. He’s not given enough thought to what he would say to her. The moment he realises the woman standing before him is Tav, all his breath seems to vacate his body.

“Tav.”

She looks to be in a much better state than she’d been in last time he saw her. Clean, not as tired, even her clothes and armour have improved. An odd feeling washes over him. A feeling like the Tav he knew on the road to the city was different from the one here now.

“Rolan.” Her brow is furrowed. “What happened to your face?”

His dismissive response comes quick and rehearsed. He’s had to repeat it a number of times to Tolna and a handful of shop regulars.

“Nothing for you to worry about.”

The residual pain from the cuts on his cheek and across the bridge of his nose are like background noise to him now. He barely gives them a second thought. But Tav has an uncanny way of seeing right through him.

She’s done so ever since the grove. One look at him was all she needed back then to know he was to be pitied. A miserable excuse of a man who didn’t even have the conviction to get his family to Baldur’s Gate alone or stay and fight of his own accord.

“But never mind that. What are you doing here?” he says in the cheeriest tone he can manage without it sounding entirely out of place coming from him.

Her frown deepens, and Rolan holds himself steady. After everything he and his siblings have been through, after they held him up through the years when he surely would have fallen without them, after they sacrificed their own comfort to get him to his apprenticeship on time—

“I have business with Lorroakan,” Tav says. Her words are clipped. He wonders if she knows he’s lying and is angry with him. It doesn’t matter.

“What is it regarding?” he asks, readopting an air of professionalism.

“The Nightsong.”

“Ah, you too? Seems all I deal with these days are adventurers inquiring about the Nightsong,” Rolan sighs. “All the information you need is on those pamphlets. You’re welcome to them, of course.”

He points to the neat stack he spent much of his precious time in respite folding, sitting on the desk near the entrance to the shop. Tav doesn’t bother following the line of his finger. Instead, she bites at the inside of her lip, hesitating.

“No, I mean I have the Nightsong. She’s in our room at the Elfsong right now,” she says.

An awed scoff escapes his mouth. If he had to bank on a group of adventurers to actually find the thing, it’d be done, he supposes. But her choice of words sticks in his head peculiarly.

“You must be mistaken. The Nightsong is an ancient relic.”

Her lips press together into a thin line. At first, he thinks she’s going to argue with him, but apparently she decides against it. After a moment, Rolan appends his reply.

“But if you have relevant information, I’m sure Master Lorroakan will want to see you. Head upstairs. You’ll find the way to his tower up there.”

Tav nods once and goes to take a step toward the stairs before pausing and turning to him again. “You’re sure you’re alright?”

He’d expect to find her persistent concern irritating, but it somehow worms its way into his heart and spreads warmth through his chest. Rolan crushes the feeling into a ball and banishes it.

“I’m fine.”

She nods again, stiffly, and leaves after that. Rolan watches her disappear up the staircase with her companions and, confoundingly, almost wishes she had planted her hands on her hips and demanded he come clean. But he recognises the idiocy of that—he’d been the one who insisted it was of no concern to her.

Maybe, he just figured that with her dogged penchant for inserting herself into other people’s matters, she would find a way to force the truth out of him. That would have been unfair, though. In the handful of times she’s intervened in his life since he’s known her, she hasn’t forced him to do anything he didn’t want to do.

He waits, tending to the counter with seemingly every muscle tensed and eyes darting over to the stairs far too often. When he finally glimpses movement there, Rolan turns and pretends to be busy. Coward, he admonishes himself as he nonsensically moves scrolls from one stack to another. He’ll just have to rearrange them later.

“Rolan,” Tav calls. He should have known that wasn’t going to work.

“Yes?” he says, straightening and facing her.

She’s leaning over the counter on her forearms and gestures with one hand for him to come closer. Rolan eyes her friends as he approaches—Karlach, Gale, and Astarion are bunched together near the door and speaking in hushed tones to each other.

“Is something going on?” he asks.

“Do you get any time off?”

He blinks at her. Suddenly, his heartbeat is in his throat. Is she going to ask him to come out with her somewhere? Alone?

“You should try to stay out of the tower tonight, if you can,” Tav continues. “And make sure Cal and Lia are with you.”

“Cal and Lia—,” he chokes off his words at the end. She raises a questioning eyebrow at him, but he clears his throat and changes trajectory. “Why are you saying this?”

“Just trust me. I have a feeling it won’t be good to get yourself in the crossfire of what’s coming.”

The pained expression on her face escalates his concern. Rolan grips the edge of the counter. “What’s coming, Tav?”

“Please, Rolan.”

She reaches for his hand, and the scratch of her calluses on his skin is just as electrifying as the first time. The tenderness she uses when she gives his fingers a light squeeze muddles his desire to demand a straight answer.

He sets his jaw and doesn’t respond. Tav understands his silence as the dissent it is and withdraws her hand. And then, in a blink, she’s gone again.

❖ ❖ ❖

As nightmarish as the shadow-cursed lands were, it all felt like a dream looking back now. Especially in those last few days when Rolan deluded himself into thinking Tav could ever be anything more than a fleeting whim. The craving of an appetite he never thought he harboured and never expected to awaken.

Ships passing in the night.

What did he think she would have done if he’d told her the whole of his situation? Would she have marched right back up to the top of Ramazith’s Tower? Barged in on Lorroakan and sent him off the edge of the wrap-around balcony herself?

Maybe, she would watch him get smaller and smaller and disappear through the misty clouds surrounding the tower before turning around and striding back inside, backlit by the sun. Order her companions to leave. Wait until they were gone to scream at him. Call him a prat of the highest degree for getting himself into this mess. And then, he would silence her with a bruising kiss.

Wait. Where is his mind taking him? Lorroakan is in the foulest mood he’s ever seen him in, and Rolan reminds himself to stay focused if he doesn’t want to endure a particularly brutal lesson later. And that aside, he’s not sure if he could face Tav again if he continues down this line of thought.

She’d been trying to warn him of something earlier that day in the shop, but he wishes she could have just been frank with him. He thinks that perhaps if Cal and Lia really were staying in the tower with him the way Tav assumed, he might have tried harder to listen to her. But as it is, some sinister combination of shame and fear prevents him from shirking his duties even for one evening.

The woman appears seemingly out of nowhere. There’s no characteristic whoosh of the portal to Sorcerous Sundries, and the enchantments on the doors haven’t been disturbed. Just a strong rustle of feathers, and then she’s there, standing in front of Lorroakan when Rolan looks up.

“What have we here? A magician in a tower, hiding away from the frightening world.”

Her armour is brilliant silver with accents of pale gold, and in the light of the sun low in the sky, her hair and skin almost seem to meld with the hues of it. Rolan glances at his master, but Lorroakan is calm, face twisted in signature arrogance. The portal whirs softly. Tav steps out a moment later, along with the same friends that had accompanied her before.

Her eyes immediately snap to his. She’s chagrined he’s there, but she’s not surprised. The presence of Tav and her party do nothing to shake his master’s confident mask.

“What are you so scared of, magus? Not the Nightsong, surely. Why, she is nothing but a relic to be purchased and pursued.”

Rolan throat feels like it’s sinking into his belly as Tav’s words echo in his head. “My gods. The Nightsong is a person,” he breathes. “Master Lorroakan—,”

The mage cuts him off with a drawl. “There you are, my dear. At last.”

He catches himself recoiling from nothing more than a simple slight. What is the matter with him? Hatred threads sharply between his ribs, constricting his chest. Hatred directed at Lorroakan, yes, but also himself.

“You will address me with due deference,” the woman—the Nightsong—intones. “I am Dame Aylin. And you are a whelp without honour, without pride with nothing but a tower full of trinkets.”

“My apologies, Dame Aylin.” Lorroakan’s affability is transparently condescending. “I meant no disrespect. I asked our mutual friend here to make an introduction that I might get to meet the famed daughter of Selûne.”

The deliberate look and sly smile on his face when he turns to Tav makes Rolan’s stomach roil. Lorroakan holds out a hand in a welcoming gesture.

“Perhaps, my friend, you could help bridge the gap?”

“I came here to watch Aylin rip you to shreds,” Tav says without missing a beat.

Her words strike Rolan through like an arrow. This was why she had been reluctant to divulge the details of her plans. He’d spent so long singing Lorroakan’s praises. He should have realised she was uncertain of how this would affect him, having to choose between her and his idol.

What she didn’t know was that his resolve has already been steadily slipping. It was unthinkable that the ‘relic’ Lorroakan had been searching for all this time was a real, living person. By the time he outlines his plans to cage her for her immortality, Rolan’s at his breaking point.

“You know, a man named Ketheric Thorm already tried stealing Aylin’s immortality,” Tav says. “He’s dead now.”

She flickers her gaze briefly to Rolan. A signal. She wants him to back off, to run before things get ugly. There’s no chance he’s going to flee. Lorroakan is his problem to deal with as much as he is hers.

“Pity. You could have reaped the rewards of my good favour,” Lorroakan tuts. His face quickly contorts in scorn as he turns to Rolan. “Boy! At the ready. Once I’ve taken control of the aasimar, she must go directly into the caging runes.”

“No, Master Lorroakan,” he says, making a conscious effort to meet his withering gaze. “I would never have assisted you if I knew you planned such horrors.”

“Watch your tongue, you child! I could make it such that no wizard in the realm will touch you!”

Lorroakan’s face has turned an even more impressive shade of red than him. Rolan glares down his nose at this man who suddenly seemed very small and wretched indeed.

“If they’re all like you, I think that sounds like an excellent bargain.”

❖ ❖ ❖

In the end, the bastard got what he deserved. Neither Rolan nor Tav get the pleasure of dealing the killing blow. That honour goes to Dame Aylin with a blow that rattles the bookshelves, and Rolan supposes that’s poetic enough.

The moment Lorroakan’s body hits the ground, he staggers back and braces the railing. Combat magic is exhausting, he feels drained to his core. How does Tav do this multiple times in one day?

“Are you alright?” she asks him. That question again.

“Better now,” he says. And it’s the truth, despite the tremor in his legs and the smell of singed cloth coming off his robes.

He lets her help him to the ground and sits leaning against the cold metal. There’s a new scar on her neck right above the high collar of her leather armour that he hasn’t noticed before. It wasn’t there the last time he was close enough to her to notice such things. Probably from an errant arrow that happened to just miss her.

“It was him, wasn’t it?” Tav says, moving aside the burnt fabric of his sleeve. “Astarion said he’s seen enough beatings to know someone was knocking you around.”

Rolan hisses involuntarily as some of the tatters brush against his angry burn, and Tav’s fingers jump a little, startled. She slows her movements, careful not to make the same mistake again.

“It was him,” he says bitterly, glaring at his former master’s corpse cooling on the red carpet.

“Then, I only wish we could kill him again,” she says.

She holds her hand over his wound and whistles a soft tune. The blue light of her healing magic evokes the scent of pepper and florals and instantly soothes his skin. He’s amazed by her.

“Combat magic and healing,” Rolan says. “Is there no end to your flaunting?”

Tav scoffs, but she can’t hide her amusement. “Me? What about you?”

“I didn’t do anything special,” he says as she draws back to let him readjust his sleeve. The velvet is ruined, but maybe he can find something better to replace it now.

“Rolan,” she says, frowning. “You were incredible. I’ve never seen a Magic Missile with such concentrated force.”

She’s flattering him, indulging him again, like at the celebration before they left the grove. It isn’t necessary.

“It’s rudimentary. Common spells any novice wizard would know.”

“That’s not—,” she shakes her head staunchly. “You’re not formally trained, are you?”

“No. I had to rely on myself mainly. But what does that have to do with this?”

Tav’s gaze slides over to Gale’s for a moment. The others have gathered themselves and appear ready to take off to wherever their next heroic appointment is taking place. Gale makes a small gesture with his head to indicate that they should get moving.

“Nevermind. Will you be alright here on your own?”

“The tower has considerable defences. And I won’t be alone. I’ll move Cal and Lia in immediately. They’re going to love it,” he says.

She grins. “All hail Rolan, master of Ramazith’s Tower.”

He likes the sound of that better than he should admit.

❖ ❖ ❖

The books disappear from the tower’s vaults that night. It’s too much of a coincidence for it to not have been Tav’s doing. Lorroakan might have been too incompetent to upkeep his vast inventory of tomes, but there were measures put in place in case of thieves.

Rolan isn’t in a hurry to track down the books and find out why Tav has taken them. He’s been too busy with securing his ownership of the tower and moving his family in to bother. And besides, it’s likely she has her reasons.

Getting away from the tower is difficult, to say the least. There’s a trove of knowledge in the vaults, clearly amassed by Lorroakan, that’s never been touched. Truly a waste, in Rolan’s eyes, to leave so much valuable magic gathering dust.

He sets himself to work, with his siblings’ help, learning everything he can about Ramazith’s Tower. Perhaps, he can’t fight at Tav’s side, but there’s still plenty for him to offer as the tower’s new master. They start in earnest after breakfast every morning, enjoying the serene quiet of the sun-drenched top floor—after an extensive cleaning, of course. Rolan feels like he’s in his element again.

“Wonder when Tav’ll drop by,” Lia says, carrying a new stack of books to the desk and flanked by a couple piles of more books hovering at her sides.

He’d tell her she doesn’t need to bother with the heavy lifting at all if he thought she would actually listen to him. She plops her cargo off with a grunt as the magicked stacks line themselves up neatly on the ground, then dusts off her palms.

“She said she’d come visit, didn’t she, Rolan?” Cal says from the armchair he’s been reclining on. The directory he was meant to be working on is lying open on the floor beside him, and he’s toying absently with his quill instead.

“Sometimes, I wonder why you insist on helping if you’re just going to loaf around instead,” Rolan says pointedly.

Cal pretends to scramble to straighten up and starts miming furiously writing on his hand. This draws a beleaguered sigh from Rolan.

“She… implied that she’d come back as soon as she could get away,” he admits.

“That could mean anything,” Lia says, dropping into a chair across from them. “That could mean after the bloody Absolute’s been dealt with.”

Rolan grunts. He’s come to pretty much the same conclusion already. And he doesn’t want to put too much stock into an unspoken promise, anyway.

“Yeah, she’s probably just busy with Absolute stuff,” Cal agrees, tapping his chin thoughtfully with the quill. “I’m sure she’s not avoiding you or anything, Rolan.”

“Grand,” Rolan says impassively, sending his brother a scathing look. “Not that I asked.”

Cal leans forward in his armchair abruptly, lifting one finger as if he just came up with the cleverest idea. “Why don’t you just go visit her? You know where she’s staying.”

“I don’t remember either of you being this enthusiastic about your respective romantic prospects,” Rolan mutters, indignant.

“Oh, come on, Rolan,” Lia says. “You know this is different. It’s like you don’t even want to see her.”

His temples are starting to pulse. Rolan puts down his own quill a little too roughly. “Different how?”

Lia blinks at him. “You’ve been through danger together, triumphed together!” She raises a fist theatrically. “Surely, you’ve come out the other end closer than ever.”

Rolan digs the heel of his palm into his eye and groans. “This isn’t some romance novel, Lia.”

He’s always believed his aversion to romance made him the most sensible of his siblings. Just because he and Tav defeated Lorroakan together doesn’t guarantee them a happily ever after.

“I have you two to think about, and now, an entire wizard’s tower and all the power and magic it has to offer,” he says. “And I haven’t even scratched the surface!”

Cal and Lia are staring at him. After a moment, they share a silent glance, and Lia gets off her chair to approach the desk. Rolan raises a suspicious eyebrow at her right before she gives him a hard flick to the back of his hand. He yelps, rubbing the stinging patch of skin.

“What the hells was that for?” he demands.

“Stop being a baby,” Lia snaps.

“You can’t use us as an excuse anymore,” Cal says, folding his arms across his chest. “Stop trying to shoulder everything yourself, Rolan. Ask us for help once in a while.”

Rolan knows he’s gaping, but he can’t seem to pull himself together. His brother’s words feel like a bucket of cold water poured over his head.

“Just because you say that doesn’t mean I’ll suddenly feel alright with it,” he says, trying to keep his voice steady.

Lia chuckles. “You stubborn dolt. We know.”

❖ ❖ ❖

Tav visits Sorcerous Sundries on a couple different occasions without heading up the stairs to take the portal up to the tower. Rolan knows because she interacts with his projection at the front counter. She sells off her junk, just like she used to back at the Emerald Grove, purchases elixirs and the odd scroll, then goes about her business. It’s all rather mundane.

Rolan wonders what right he has to intrude on her time when she has the fate of the Gate to worry about. He considers manning the shop himself on numerous occasions just for the chance that he might run into her on one of her shopping trips. But surely, he would come out disappointed when, inevitably, she would cut their meeting short to run off and play hero.

He reads the Gazette. Religiously. Trying to glean from the vague words what kinds of things Tav and her ragtag group might be up to. They’re hardly ever mentioned at all, and when they are, it’s not always in the best light.

Several nights after the talk he had with Cal and Lia, Rolan finally decides to make his way to the Elfsong. He invites them along, of course. Cal looks like his head is going to implode when Lia insists they stay and watch the tower for him while he’s gone.

His new robes aren’t far removed from the style of his old ones—Rolan’s tastes don’t skew quite as opulent as his former master’s. They do, however, make him feel a little out of place when he steps foot in the tavern. But no one in the boisterous crowd really pays him any mind. Until Karlach notices him.

The statuesque tiefling waves at him enthusiastically from across a few tables before urgently nudging Tav with her shoulder. Tav glances up to look at whatever Karlach is pointing at, and her eyes light up when they land on Rolan. His stomach does a somersault.

She mouths his name. Or she yells it, and he can’t hear over the crowd of other patrons. Regardless, she’s gesturing for him to come over, so he obliges, and she gets up to meet him halfway.

“It’s a bit loud in here,” Tav says close to his ear. “Would you come up to the roof with me?”

Rolan’s gaze snags on Karlach and the others sneaking interested peeks at them from their table, and he decides the roof is an excellent idea.

❖ ❖ ❖

“Alfira likes to practise up here during the day,” Tav tells him as she waits for him to climb the last few rungs of the ladder. “But it’s a nice place for quiet at night.”

Rolan follows her to the railing at the front of the tavern facing down onto the main street. She leans forward on her elbows against the rail and gazes at the passersby below.

“I spoke to Gale, by the way. He says it’s very likely because you were self-taught that your spells have slight variations. It’s fascinating.”

There she goes again, speaking at him like he was only a wall. Rolan steps into line with her but remains stick-straight.

“Oh, how are Cal and Lia? Is everything well with you all? And the shop?”

“Cal and Lia—,” he tries to start, but his throat closes off a little. “Tav, I came here for a reason. I need to speak to you.”

She twists and rests her cheek in her hand. “We are speaking.”

“No, you are. Do you ever let anyone else get a word in edgewise?” he snaps.

The corners of her lips curl up impishly, sending a pang of awareness through him. She deliberately set him up for a jab. Damn bard.

“Y-you—you,” Rolan pauses his sputtering and tries to take proper control of his tongue. “You are an exasperating woman.”

“You can do better than that,” she says with a pout. “What about gorgeous? Incredible?”

“Incredibly meddlesome,” he supplies.

She hums in contentment, eyes fluttering closed. “Keep going.”

The sound of her voice makes his stomach clench tight. Unlike him, she’s wearing her casual clothes, and the way she cranes her neck exposes the arrow scar in full view. Without fully thinking it through, Rolan reaches out to trace the line of scar tissue with his thumb. Tav shudders beneath his touch, eyes flying open.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he says. “It’s maddening. I can hardly focus on Ramazith’s Tower because I’m always wondering where you are. If you’re alright.”

His voice breaks a little on the last sentence, and it’s humiliating. He can barely look at her.

“I was trying to give you some space,” Tav says softly. “You deserve time with your family.’

“How noble of you,” he says bitterly.

“I don’t have a family, Rolan. You’re so lucky, and so are Cal and Lia. I could tell from the beginning you were the most caring, devoted brother anyone could ask for.”

She brushes her cool fingers against the knuckles of the hand, making the stifling warmth blooming inside him even more pronounced.

“You stayed in the grove for them. You would have done anything for them,” she says almost reverently.

“That sounds like you. Your friends down there, they’re your family. You’re constantly putting yourself in harm’s way for them. I saw the way you threw yourself in front of Gale when we were fighting Lorroakan. You’re a bard, for gods’ sake. Let someone else do the protecting.”

“Who? You?” Tav grins. “I know you cast Mage Armour on me.”

“I wouldn’t have had to if you weren’t so reckless. Honestly, is that how you always fight?”

Her brow lifts sceptically as she steps a little closer to him. “Do you really want to know?”

Rolan swallows thickly. He’s almost certain he does not, but her proximity is making it difficult for him to vocalise his response. Tav’s hand on his shifts, sliding up the length of his arm to wrap around the ribcage threatening to burst in his torso. The moment she presses herself against him, he forgets every argument he had for resisting.

“You deserve to be taken care of, too,” she whispers against his jaw. Humid breath ghosts against his skin like a caress, carrying echoed vibrations of arousal down to his core. “Let me take care of you.”

The protestations in his mouth crumble. All he can do is nod, and perhaps it’s a little too quickly and a little too needy, but Tav immediately gives him what he wants. Her free hand cups his cheek, dragging his lips to hers, and it’s everything Rolan wishes their first kiss had been. Slow, at first, working its way up to insistent, until his head is swimming like he’s been stuck to the bar at Last Light Inn for too long again.

Through the haze, he’s somewhat aware that there’s longing in the way she slides her tongue against his, and it seems so nonsensical to think that someone like her would want him half as much as he wants her. Tav, who draws people to her like a planet with her own gravitational pull. He should be wary of the ego boost that notion gives him.

Just as Rolan feels the dizziness start to set in from a lack of air, Tav drags her lips from his mouth up the line of his jaw. The warbling sound he releases when her hand glides down his chest and past his abdomen is embarrassing. He leans into her, finally finding control over his own limbs to adjust the hand on her neck around to her nape.

She’s agonisingly soft. He can’t remember the last time a girl even deigned to stand this close to him. And they had been girls, because he must have been young and fumbling and undoubtedly a disappointment.

Rolan doesn’t want to be a disappointment to Tav, but when she closes her hand around his clothed groin, he’s entirely too much at her mercy to do anything about it. His hips jerk forward entirely of their own accord, seeking more of the delicious friction of her palm. Every sensation in his body suddenly narrows to his swelling cock. He’s desperate to know how her hand, her lips, would feel around him without the obstacle of fabric.

Tav pulls her face from his neck just far enough to meet his gaze, and although he’s pretty sure she can’t hear the jumbled array of filthy thoughts running through his head, her eyes burn into his. Licking her swollen lips, she walks him back against the railing.

“Is this alright?” she asks.

It’s so far from alright that she looks so in control of herself while he’s a mess slumped against the rooftop railing of the Elfsong Tavern. The only worse thing Rolan can think of is stopping her now.

“Yes,” he gasps, fighting the urge to rut into her hand again.

His breaths tremble as she dips down, folding onto her knees. Gods, she can’t really be doing what he’d just been imagining. The anticipation as Tav pushes aside his robes and loosens the ties of his breeches threatens to push him over the edge of release right then and there. Rolan’s hand shoots out to grasp her by the shoulder.

“Is it too much?” She looks up at him, and the sight of her with her chin resting over the bulge between his legs is almost too much to handle.

“I just—I’ve never done this before,” Rolan huffs. “Or, no one’s ever done this for me, I suppose.”

Her eyes drip with such gentle adoration that his heart aches. “I can stop if you want,” she says, tracing a line up his thigh with the back of one finger. “But I don’t think you’ll want me to.”

Rolan doesn’t realise he’s holding his breath as she eases the hem of his breeches down to release the hard length of his cock. He doesn’t have any misgivings about this part of his anatomy, and the mildly pleased expression on Tav’s face confirms the merit of his confidence. Without wasting any more time, she wraps her fingers around the base, and Rolan finally inhales sharply.

Tymora’s luck. She’s going to make him convert if she keeps going.

“You can hold my hair back if you want a better view,” she says, and she doesn’t wink, but her tone of voice invokes one.

With a groan, Rolan releases the white-knuckle grip he has on the railing and sweeps her hair up off her neck.

“That’s it,” she murmurs approvingly. “That’s perfect, Rolan.”

Finally, finally, she leans forward and takes him into her mouth, tongue swiping a sinful line from the underside of the ridge surrounding the head up to the slit at the tip. Rolan instinctively fists the hand he has tangled in her hair, head falling back. The wet heat of her mouth is more alluring and spectacular than he could have ever expected.

Tav opens her jaw wider and moves further down his length, flattening her tongue against him. Rolan peeks down at her, looking for some indication that she might be enjoying herself as much as he is, and catches her eye—she’s watching him attentively, pupils lust-blown and hungry.

Even though he can feel the oversensitive tip of his cock butting up lightly against the sloping walls at the back of her mouth, he’s still only halfway in. She holds his gaze and swallows. Rolan lurches, the feeling of her throat constricting setting off flashes of white behind his eyes.

She’s going to kill him.

Strangled refrains of her name tumble from his lips. She starts moving again, carefully bobbing back and forth as her hands brace the backs of his thighs. It takes every last bit of Rolan’s self-restraint to keep himself from bucking into her with abandon. Instead, as mindfully as he can manage, he rocks ever so slightly in time with her pace, slowly rolling his cock deeper into her warmth.

“You’re—ah—you’re gorgeous. Incredible,” he murmurs, surprising himself with his own ability to recall any portion of their earlier conversation at all.

Tav moans around him, the noise inflating his chest with pride. As if in reward, she hollows her cheeks and sucks hard before swallowing again. Rolan can’t stop the jolt his hips give in response. He feels himself hit the back of her throat and startles when she gags.

“Shit, sorry,” he says, pulling back until he slides out from between her lips with a pop.

“It’s fine,” she says breathlessly, wiping moisture from the corner of her mouth. “Do you want to keep going?”

He’s already regretting the loss of her warmth, but Rolan lets her hair fall from his hand and takes her chin between his fingers.

“Let me return the favour, Tav,” he says. “Please.”

He needs to. His cock strains at the thought of his nose pressed against her clit as he plunges his tongue inside her.

“Don’t you ever just take, Rolan?” she says, turning her head to press a kiss to his palm.

If anyone had asked him back at the grove, he’d have staunchly asserted that he would never want anything from Tav except for her to leave him alone. That attitude holds tight to him, entwined around him like vines, because letting go of deep-rooted habits is an uphill battle.

“Please, tell me what you want,” he says as she leverages his arm to push herself up to her feet.

With what he could only describe as a wicked grin, Tav reassumes the spot she began in, leaning back this time with her elbows against the railing. “I want you to do that thing you did back at Last Light.”

Rolan’s heart is beating high in his throat as he closes in on her. Eagerly, she tilts her head to bare her neck to him, and his eyes land on that scar again just before he latches his lips to it. Tav reacts immediately with a soft hiss and throws one arm over his shoulder.

He’s hyperaware that his cock is still exposed. It aches, weeping for release, and he presses it almost unconsciously against her stomach. Despite her obvious attempts at keeping quiet, Tav releases a string of stifled moans as he opens his mouth against her skin and tests the feel of her scar against his tongue.

Her hand moves against his thigh, toying with something between their bodies. It’s only when she starts shoving that he realises she’d been working on the fasteners of her breeches. Rolan feels his insides twist up the moment his cock brushes against soft skin.

“I want to feel you,” she tells him, taking his length in her hand. “Do you want that too?”

Carefully, he scrapes his teeth against her skin and preens at the sigh it pulls from her lips. “Gods, yes.”

She doesn’t need him to repeat himself. His words are barely out of his mouth before she promptly hikes one leg up to his hip and presses the tip of him to where he needs to be. Rolan similarly doesn’t wish to deny her any longer. He leans forward and rocks into her with short thrusts.

Tav lets her lips fall open as she welcomes him, gripping tight to his arm until he’s fully seated and—rapture. Rolan tips toward and rests his forehead against hers, trying to catch his breath. Before he can compose himself, she gives an experimental roll of her hips, and he sees stars. A familiar throbbing at the base of his spine that had been just out of reach draws his attention. And his panic.

“Stop, Tav, don’t—,”

She seems to understand and stills. “I want to watch you come undone,” she says, voice low.

Rolan glares into her eyes. It’s not fair that she’s just asking for things that are actually for his benefit. Too bad he doesn’t have the determination left to quibble about the semantics.

He tries to temper the firmness of his grip on her thigh as he starts to move in earnest with little regard for his impending release. She seems to respond to his confidence, contracting around with each thrust until she can’t keep up with his erratic rhythm anymore. At the last second, when he feels himself falling into the clutches of his orgasm, Rolan pitches forward to capture her lips with his and slam himself into her as deep as he can go.

Their muffled moans mingle together as he shudders against her, spilling his release into her. Tav moulds her mouth to his, cradling his shoulder blades as he comes down from his high. Once his panting slows just enough, she moves her lips, kissing him languorously and fondly.

“Are you alright, Rolan?”

That infernal question. He props himself up with his hands on either side of her. “Don’t I look alright? I should be the one asking you that considering…”

“Next time,” she says with a laugh. “Maybe, we could try indoors. Don’t want to make this a habit.”

So, she was expecting a next time. Rolan’s chest lifts a little from the elation. Love. What a pretty word for such a terrifying emotion.

❖ ❖ ❖

Rolan answers the call to High Hall the moment it comes. He’s been waiting for this, but he’s far from ready for it.

There are faces there he doesn’t recognise, and others that it feels like he hasn’t seen in ages. Zevlor, Dammon, even one of the refugee children whose name he doesn’t remember. Rolan can’t help feeling a little forlorn that he did not speak to them much on the road, but they each still greet him warmly when he shows up.

Tav and her friends are the last to arrive. They look like they’ve already been in the thick of it when the real battle’s hardly begun. Rolan has little to do with the strategizing—his only real job is to activate the cannons on Ramazith’s Tower when the signal is given. He hangs back as the others ready for the fight ahead.

It’s not long before Tav comes to find him. She pulls him wordlessly outside. The sky is thick with an oppressive cover of cloud. Sections of the city are on fire, chaos raining from above, but standing above it all here, with Tav gazing solemnly at it all, instils Rolan with a sorrowful sense of peace.

“When you need me out there,” he tells her, taking her hand in his, “you’ll have me.”

She looks into his eyes. Even in the dull orange light, Tav is radiant. “Thank you, Rolan.”

Her free hand comes to rest at his cheek as she lifts up for a kiss. His heart is on the verge of shattering from the anguish of her lips.

“Come back to me, Tav,” he murmurs against her mouth. “Come back to me. Please.”

“I will,” she says. “I’ll know where to find you.”

Rolan chuckles weakly and takes a deep breath. “I love you.”

There’s awe in her eyes as she pulls back to gaze at him. Full of renewed hope, she smiles. “I love you, too.”

[foiledbyvoile]

played LaDS today after a near month long hiatus. proceeded to dump gems into every chance during the event because it ends in like 12 hours and it's my beloved Zayne and I'm getting that 5* memory 😤 was NOT prepared for a Dawnbreaker storyline ARE YOU KIDDING ME. here's my scattered thoughts. I reached a point where I had to write it out, and I am subsequently a puddle of tears.

"It's carrot-flavored."

idk why but this just...urgh. Like, he's making jokes but he's using the memories he (and us) have seen to do it. It's so bittersweet. drawing upon those memories he cherished for his entire life to form some kind of connection with the woman he has loved from across time and space for years.

example #2: making two seals with his evol, another core memory between them, LIKE 😭

and the way he is so effected by her. when she offers to use their combined evol to break the protofield, and he makes a noise and looks away? I've lost count of how many times they highlight his subtle (not very subtle at all) reactions to her. he is barely holding it together right now and I am here for it.

I got hung up on them sharing chocolates on the sofa (after he so casually reached into the fridge and grabbed them, like he'd done it hundreds of times before 👀), and how often he had to have sat there, alone, thinking of her.

but she's here now, she's really here, and then I got to thinking how this is a dream come true and a nightmare all at once for him; yes he loves her and he wants to be with her but not here, not in his world. he wants to be her Zayne, live that idyllic life he dreams of where he saves people rather than kills them but instead she's been thrust into his desolate iteration of Linkon city and it just hurts.

he's so sweet though, letting her believe that it's nothing more than a dream, when for him it's his reality. he wants to protect her, and that includes protecting her from himself because he is so terrified of hurting her that it quite literally haunts him.

and correct me if I'm wrong, but were they not essentially handing his pain back and forth? she would use her evol to purify him, and he would use his evol to take it back, putting himself in further agony to ensure she is safe, unharmed from himself?

"By then, I'll find you in your dreams, the real you."

OW. does she know who he really is? does she comprehend the gravitas to that fucking declaration, will he ever outright tell her that he is not her Zayne?? they keep swaying either way, but there's no way this isn't Dawnbreaker. (confirmed when the narrative referred to MC as "the girl.") I'm going to have to replay it again, but I don't think they ever make the connection to him being the same 'Zayne' she had briefly seen before, keeping it ambiguous from MC's perspective whether or not she truly understands what's happening here.

THE ENDING. you just HAD to make sure we knew Dawnbreaker was never going to escape his own hell, didn't you? really had to drive it home that he'd never get to be with her. he finds her, reaches for her and she reaches back and then paradise crumbles around them only to find themselves back where it started? that's just...cruel, man.

it's almost worse now. he's got hope dangled in front of him and it's constantly being pulled just out of reach. before, there was no hope. he had somehow managed to cope, albeit in the words of MC, "struggling to live a normal life", he had resigned to his fate nonetheless. but now there's this sliver of hope, the white light amidst the darkness, and yet it's piercing him all the same.

it's like a saccharine purgatory, his nightmare evolving with her presence but still trapped in the black ice that plagues him because he can't escape, even with her help. it's not destined to be, fate has quite literally decided it.

(astra's a bitch and then we cry)

I'm going to be replaying these chapters a few times, there's so much going on. Dawnbreaker has always held a special place in my heart because I'm simply a whore for tragedy. anyways, gonna go sob over these pixels again ✌️

[cardierreh15]

Knight in Shining Leather

I do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warning 18+: Violence , Cursing , Attempted SA , Blood , Gore .

Pairing: Geralt Of Rivia(modern) x Nessa (Black!Plus Size Female)

Description: Geralt being a knight in shining armor.

Word Count: 2.2K

One shot

It was a beautiful autumn night. The night’s air smelled of cinnamon and pumpkin. With it being just cool enough for her to wear a cardigan over her shoulders. Pretty soon, she would get too warm to even rock it.

It was roughly 9:45pm and she had come from a night out with the girls. Her best friend insisted that she drive her home since she stayed so close by. But Nessa was too hardheaded to let her do that. Besides, the walk wasn’t even 20 minutes away.

But a lot can happen in 20 minutes can it?

Her thick heeled boots clicked loudly on the asphalt, echoing throughout the street and bouncing off of the other buildings. She lived in a small town, so it was no surprise that almost everyone was in the house by now.

Nessa had her hands tucked in her pockets, at this point walking absentmindedly. She didn’t even realize there were two men walking about a few yards behind her. She didn’t think much of it, perhaps they were trying to make it to their destination too.

But their footsteps grew a little impatient.

This caused her to take further strides; holding her purse tightly in her arm as she tried to sneak her hand into it to retrieve her pepper spray.

‘Get her!’ One of the males exclaimed.

A panicked gasp escaped her lips as she did her best to take off but they were close enough to snatch her up by her cardigan. ‘HELP!’ She exclaimed before a man placed his large hand over her mouth and held a butterfly blade against her face. ‘Shhhh, shhh. Now, just be a good girl.’ He whispered against her ear.

She then bit down into his fingers and stepped on his foot. The criminal yelped out in agonizing pain.

‘Fuck you!’ She exclaimed before she was instantly grabbed by another male.

‘Get the bitch into the alley!’

‘No! No! Stop!’ Nessa begged and pleaded as she tried her best to fight back. But they weren’t having it.

They slammed her against the wall and she whimpered out in pain. ‘Urgh!’ She fell to her hands and knees. ‘Please— take whatever I have… it’s all material— I don’t want it! Please.’ She insisted, sobbing as she held her chest.

The bald headed guy began to dump out all of the contents in her purse and searched through it. ‘Awww, the bitch ain’t got nothin’. Lipstick, tampons, some other make up, — a wallet…’ he then looked at her name and then started going through her wallet where he snatched out $500. ‘I found a jackpot…’ then he walked over to the the ginger haired gentleman who towered above her.

‘How much ya find?’

‘$500. And It’s a Chanel wallet, taking that too.’ The male chuckled.

Nessa was on her knees before them as if she were praying to her God. Her hands shook as if her bones were chilling in the Arctic.

‘Nice,’ the ginger chuckled as the bald guy passed him some cash. ‘Now, the question is… what do we do with you?’

‘Hmmm. She’s pretty cute. She’s thicker than the rest of em. And you know I looove when they fight.’ He said as he shoved the wallet and the cash in his back pocket.

She instantly knew what baldy meant, and it caused her to panic a bit more. Until suddenly, the ginger just happened to step out of the way, and the bright LED street light caused a thick shard of glass to glisten in her eye.

Carefully leaning down as the two men bickered about who were going to have their turn with her first, she then grabbed the glass in her hand and waited.

The ginger sighed and rolled his eyes, ‘whatever. Fuck it. I’ll hold her still.’ He then squat down before her, ‘Alright sweet heart, you’re gonna—‘

Nessa instantly swiped the glass upward, aiming to stab him beneath his chin but instead, slicing his cheek.

‘AUGH!’ He practically jumped back; feeling the stinging pain at his cheek. Ginger grabbed the gasp and looked at the bright red blood in his palm. ‘You fucking bitch!’

His partner instantly brought her up to her feet, disarmed her and slapped her across her face so hard, he split the inside of her cheek.

She fell to the ground, her mind spinning as if she had swallowed a whole bottle of tequila. She could only hear the sound of their voices. They were so loud in her ears.

‘Kill that bitch! Kill her!’

She didn’t even know who was saying, all she knew was that she was pretty sure she was going to die in this filthy ass alley. And it would probably take her loved ones days to find her knowing these fools.

The ginger some how had the strength to pull her up to her feet. ‘You fucking— BITCH!’ And he kneed her in the stomach before she fell back down to the ground again. He kicked her, several times in the ribs.

Nessa whimpered out, choking on the air that was fighting so hard to come into her lungs. She lifted her hand up, in a “I surrender” kind of way, ‘please. Stop.’ She was too weak to scream for hell at this point.

‘Stop? Haha… oh wait til we’re done with you… get her up.’ Ginger said to Baldy.

Suddenly, everything felt like it was moving much slower than she was. Between the two antagonists, was a pair of bright golden eyes that reflected in the shadows. She thought she was hallucinating so she just laid there, accepting her fate that was to come.

When Baldy lifted her up to her feet, her head rest back against the brick wall. ‘Come on… make it quick.’ She breathed out tiredly.

Ginger chuckled and then Baldy chimed in. ‘Suit yourself.’

Suddenly, a bright flash whipped through the air like something out of a supernatural movie.

Nessa felt Baldy’s grip on her grow weaker and she noticed a thin line across his neck. A dribble of blood came leaking from his lips and his nose. She then noticed the sunken glare in his eyes.

His neck became a waterfall of his blood and a millisecond later, his head fell to wet the concrete and his body followed.

Nessa felt her stomach turn at the sight. She stumbled backwards in fear; immediately covering her lips to hold back the throw up that tried to fight its way out.

Ginger let out a scream as he saw his buddy’s head roll at his feet.

She felt too damn sick and scared to move really. Also, she couldn’t get over — how could someone be that talented with a blade that:

A.) No blood had spilled on her.

And

B.) None of them were able to see or hear him coming.

Ginger instantly pulled his gun out and walked over towards Nessa. ‘Whose there!? Come out!’ He snatched her up and pointed the gun at her head. ‘Come out! Or I swear to God, I will blow this bitch’s brains out!’

‘Please—‘ she started as she held her hands up.

‘SHUT UP!’ Ginger yelled as he looked all around. ‘Alright,’ he then clicked off the safety, ‘I’ll give you to the count of 3… come out— with your hands up… and I won’t kill her…’

‘Why would you think they’d come out for me?! I-I don’t even know what’s going on!’ She said out as she wiped her bloodied nose.

‘Shut. The fuck. Up. I swear you’re making this so much easier!’ He said as he continued to look around, ‘ONE! …. TWO!….’ He pressed the barrel against the back of her skull.

On three, a white haired male stepped from out of the shadows; those damn golden eyes making an appearance before he did. He wore black leather, and held a huge sword in his right hand. He had a scowl on his face that could kill instantly.

Ginger’s mouth fell slightly as he watched the tall, unearthly being approach the both of them. He stepped back, ‘Y—you… it can’t be. B-BACK UP!’

He just kept walking towards them. The sound of metal clinked with each step.

Ginger had finally hit the wall and Nessa looked back at the both of them.

‘Y—you’re dead! Y-you’re suppose to be dead!’

‘Says who?’ The white haired male asked, ‘You?’ His head fell to the side. Then he looked behind him, noticing the women who still stood there. He then looked back towards Ginger, ‘Go ahead… shoot her.’

Nessa’s eyebrows tugged into one in confusion. She wanted to impose on this reunion but she was hurting too bad to talk.

Ginger’s bottom lip trembled as much as his wrist did when he held that gun.

‘Go ahead…’

Ginger swallowed his spit, glancing over at the beautiful woman. He just didn’t have the guts.

The white haired male let out a sigh, ‘I knew it,’ and stabbed Ginger in his abdomen with the shiny sword.

Ginger began to choke. Wheezing as if he’d punctured his lung.

Nessa let out a harsh gasp and covered her lips in shock.

‘You’re… a coward.’ He twisted the blade to open the gaping wound more, ‘You pray on the weak… women and children… you and your friend don’t deserve to breathe for another second.’

He then snatched out the sword from Ginger’s abdomen and the male fell forward.

Nessa just stood in her spot, watching the man who just tried to kill her moments before, choke on his own blood and eventually took his last breath as the rest of him seeped into the cracks and crannies of the destroyed asphalt.

She was too frightened to scream, to run but also… her body was riddled with pain. Anything extreme would’ve probably caused her to pass out. So instead she asked, ‘A-are you gonna kill me next?’

The being then pulled out a dark cloth and wiped his shiny sword off in one swipe, ‘If I wanted … you’d be dead already.’

Well that was quite evident. She took in a deep breath as she just watched him sheath his sword and bend down to go in Ginger’s pocket.

She peaked over, ‘… he-he said you were suppose to be dead… are you like someone important?’

He didn’t say anything, instead he retrieved her money from the corpse and then ventured to the next.

‘Could I at least— know your name?’ She asked as she began to pick up her purse and the rest of her belongings. ‘You did save me after all, I would like to know who you are… In case I don’t ever see you again.’

He smirked as he grabbed her wallet out of the headless corpse and looked at her ID. She had a glorious smile. A smile that could turn any rainy day into sunshine.

Vanessa Hodge, December 18th, 1997, Address…

He took a mental note of her address before slowly rising to his feet and walked over to her.

She looked from his hands to his chest, that donned a silver necklace with a wolf engraved in it. She wondered what that meant.

‘Here,’ His voice brought her out of her thinking trance, ‘Your things.’ He looked down at her as she rose to her feet and threw her purse over her shoulder.

‘Thank you.’ She said softly before wincing at the pain in her cheek.

He lifted her chin to examine her.

Nessa hissed at the sudden, searing pain.

‘They most certainly did a number on you…’ he said as he looked at her split eyebrow. ‘Come. Let’s get you fixed up.’

‘Alright… only— if you do me a tiny favor?’

‘Hmm.’ A mere stranger, asking him for favors? He wasn’t the type to be handing those out. Especially without pay.

Yeah, she had no idea who he was.

‘You tell me your name…’

Was that it? She wanted to know his name? She almost got taken advantage of, got her shit pushed in and almost got her brains blown out but — she wanted to know his name?

‘I-I think it’s fair… I’d like to know who my knight in … shiny leather is.’

It grew quiet once more before he rested his hand on the handle of his sword and lifted his head with a gentle smirk.

‘I mean I think it’s also fair because you’re still a complete stranger and—‘

‘For someone who is in a lot of pain, you sure do talk a lot.’ He said as he shifted his weight and folded his massive arms across his chest.

Nessa felt the heat rise to her neck, her cheeks and then her ears. She looked off to the side, trying to avoid eye contact for a moment.

God you’re gonna blow this.

‘My name is Geralt. Now, if that is all you request, we should leave now.’

She let out a gentle puff of air and quickly walked towards him, ‘Lead the way.’ She shrugged.

Geralt swiftly turned around and they headed in the direction Nessa was heading.

‘So, you’re gonna tell me what you do and why you walk around with those things?’ She asked; swiping her dainty manicured finger at his silver handle.

‘No.’ He mused

‘And— Please don’t touch the swords.’ He said, hearing the cling that she left behind with her touch.

‘Oh— sorry.’

[mylifeisfruk4ever]

“How did it go with the kid?” Bruce asked, while he was doing some research on the computer.

Clark came up to him, “He got himself taken to the top of Bristol saying his house was there.”

“Mhm…he lied, obviously.”

“Of course,” Clark groaned. “I've been keeping an eye on him because, you know, I wouldn't dream of letting just a kid go home in Gotham of all places. No offense."

“No offense taken,” the man said. “Have you seen where he lives?”

“You won't believe it, but he's your neighbor.”

Bruce muttered something under his breath, and Clark sighed, "You already knew that, didn't you?"

“I wanted to confirm my suspicions.”

“Sure…and what will you do now?”

Bruce turned to him, their faces very close, "What do you mean?"

“I saw the way you looked at him. You had the same look when you greeted Dick and then Jason. You're interested, aren't you?”

The billionaire replied, “He has very lively parents, Clark.”

“Parents who are not here, and who leave him alone. I don't know, this seems like a case of child abandonment to me."

“His family is rich. They will be able to afford the best lawyers. “

"You too. So why don't you try?”

“It hasn't even been a month, and you already want a child with me?” he teased, pulling him closer.

“What can I say, you influenced me."

“What a smart mouth… can you use it for other things too?”

Clark smirked, “Do you want to try?”

They were about to kiss when they heard a disgusted, “Urgh, what the fuck Bruce. Don't fuck in the cave.”

Ruined moment. The two heroes walked away, Clark's cheeks as red as his cape.

Bruce sighed, “Jason, language.”

“Yeah, not this shit. You went out on your date night without me. I bet the rooftops were warm tonight.”

Here's what happens when you deal with a teenager: jokes and double meanings about his love life. Good thing Dick was in New York, otherwise there would have been two of them making fun of him.

“We were investigating together. It was work.”

“As you said, old man.”

Clark coughed then, “Jason…we'd like to talk to you about something.”

“What?”

“What would you think about a little brother?”

Jason blinked. Bruce ran a hand over his face. Clark really didn't want to let it go, huh? He was about to intervene when his son blurted out, “You got Bruce pregnant?!”

"No!" Bruce immediately exclaimed. “Jason, we're both men.”

“Hey, he's an alien. How do I know how it works! Oh god, Dickhead is going to go crazy…”

"Nobody's pregnant," Bruce sighed, suddenly feeling very old. “We met a kid tonight and Clark thinks I should take him in.”

“Let me guess… he has black hair.”

“Yes,” Clark replied.

"Blue eyes?" Jason asked again.

“Yes.”

“Traumatized and weirdo?”

Clark thought about it before saying, “I'm not sure if he's traumatized, but he's definitely a…peculiar kid. He follows Batman to take photos to put on his Tumblr blog… ”

“He's definitely a weirdo,” Jason concluded. - There's nothing to do. You have a type, Bruce.”

Bruce groaned. What had he done to make people believe he had no impulse control… oh, yeah. He had literally kidnapped Jason. He didn't have a good record.

“Look, I'll check on him to make sure he doesn't get into trouble. If I see something that doesn't convince me, I will act accordingly.”

From the way Jason and Clark looked at him, it was clear that neither of them believed him.

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[finniestoncrane]

i need to get this out of my system so i’m putting it into your inbox. i desperately need to make gotham eddie feel like he’s worth something, that poor little stringbean 🤲

Worth It

Gotham!Riddler x Fem!Reader, word count: 650 i don't even know if this was a request but it just killed me, the idea of making sure he knew he was VALID AND VALUABLE urgh 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: flirting, kissing, teasing, over clothes touching

Pulling on his tie, you held him in place, tugging him back into your kiss anytime he tried to move away from you. Lips clinging to him, you savoured it, the sweet taste of the pastry he ate at lunch, the bitter sting of the coffee on his tongue, the salty flavour of the sweat on his upper lip, his nerves getting the better of him as you ran one hand through his hair, messing up his perfectly tidy style.

You loosened the leash you held him by, watching him lean back, his tie slipping past your fingers and falling to his chest, which rose and fell with heavy breaths. He wasn't going anywhere, you were sure of that now as you looked down to his crotch, a visible bulge where he had stiffened, a dark spot forming on the front of his brown slacks where his precum had leaked through.

He caught your eyeline, quickly working out what you were staring at, and began stammering out an apology, an excuse, anything he could.

"Hm, don't worry about it too much, Eddie. I think it's a compliment."

"Y-you do?"

"Of course."

Kicking your leg out, you let your shoe fall to the floor, snaking your stocking covered foot up his leg, hooking your calf behind his knee and pulling him back into you.

"It's flattering... you must be very into me."

With both legs now wrapped around him, you edged closer to the desk you were sitting on, skirt riding up, your panties visible as you closed the gap between the tent in his pants and your own heated entrance.

He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing, lips falling apart as he stared to the ceiling, hoping that if he couldn't see you, your breasts visible, pouring over the top of your bra beneath your unbuttoned shirt, thighs bulging past the hem of your tight skirt, then he might be able to hold himself together. But while he was distracted, you took his hand, grabbing it quick and placing it against the front of your panties, his fingers twitching as he realised that they were resting on your thick pussy lips, a thin layer of silky fabric between his skin and yours.

"Besides, I'm sure you can tell that I'm just as into you..."

Edward's fingertips twitched, rubbing slightly at the wet patch on your pants before he pulled them away, gasping when you caught his wrist and slowly brought him back to your body, placing his hands back over your panties and pushing his fingers against you. Moaning slightly, you let go of his wrist, glad that he kept his fingers there, even if they were completely still.

"A-aren't you worried that someone... someone might see you? With me?"

"And what if they did? Would you be embarrassed by me, Eddie?"

You stroked his cheeks with your knuckles, eyes focused on his soft lips.

"No! Oh, dear, no! I just... you...we might get fired? Wouldn't we?"

Leaning into him, you pushed your lips against his, his body still stiff and rigid, almost like he was afraid of you. You broke off the kiss, smiling as you looked deep into his eyes behind his lenses.

"Well, even if that happened... I think it would be worth it. I think you're worth it."

As though you had triggered something in him, boosted his confidence by letting him know that you were willing to risk so much just to kiss him, to touch him, he kissed you back. The force with which he came into contact with your body knocked you back, and he followed you, leaning onto your body as you let yourself relax onto the desk, Edward's hands at either side of your head, pinning you in place as he began grinding against you.

If anyone came in, if you were caught, you'd accept the repercussions. But only if they agreed to let you have the room for just ten minutes before you cleaned your desk out and left.

[in1-nutshell]

Fearless Buddy got me thinking, how would MTMTE Megatron (and maybe Drift as well?) react to a Buddy who has been doing Martial Arts their whole life? Like, maybe they come across Buddy practicing some forms or they fight off an alien kidnapping attempt? Thanks and have a wonderful week!

Fearless has a particular set of skills and they are not afraid to use them.

Hope you enjoy!

Fearless Buddy doing martial arts with Megatron and Drift

SFW, Platonic, Mention of injury but nothing graphic, Human reader

MTMTE/LL

Fearless forgot to mention it.

But to be fair, they thought the bots already knew that they knew how to fight.

Years of martial arts certainly helped them get into this space program in the first place.

Granted, they couldn’t use their skills with the size they were or practice with any of the bots.

But then came that one fateful day some humanoid organic alien decided to board the ship and fight them.

Conveniently, Buddy was getting pent up from the amount of paperwork they were doing and needed a punching bag.

Oh, they were going to enjoy this.

Drift

Drift had received an alert about an unknown organic signature near Buddy’s location.

He quickly grabbed his swords and raced down the halls.

There was no telling what could have happened between the time he found the message and him getting there.

Drift turning the corner with his swords out.

“Buddy! Buddy where—”-- Drift

Drift seeing Buddy beating the ever-loving pits out of the slightly taller alien.

“Who’s the master here?!”--Buddy

The alien makes a painful gurgle.

Buddy starts kicking them harder.

“Wrong answer!”--Buddy

“… I can not begin to tell you what’s wrong with that statement.”--Drift

Buddy turning to see Drift.

“Hey Drift! Hold on a second.”--Buddy

Buddy slams their fist into the alien’s head knocking them out.

“Hey, what can I do for you?”--Buddy

Drift points at the alien.

“I was here for that and to save you. But clearly you have that figured out.”--Drift

Buddy puffs their chest a bit.

“Years of Martial Arts can do that Drift.”--Buddy

“… Do you mind teaching me some of those?”--Drift

“Sure! As soon as we put Grumpy here in custody and some proper hand wrappings, we’ll do it!”--Buddy

Somewhere on the Lost Light…

Ratchet looking up from his workstation.

“Ratchet?”—First Aid

“Something just happened, and I don’t like it. It feels like a headache coming my way.”--Ratchet

The pair make room in their schedules to practice some of the basics and to go over movements that are bot friendly.

Not all bots are flexible after all.

Drift has now incorporated some of these moves into his fighting style and it has indeed given Ratchet a headache from the accidental launching of rocks and equipment.

Megatron

Megatron is out the door once the readings of 5 larger organic lifeforms are right outside Fearless habsuite.

He is praying that he hasn’t gotten there too late, even comms in a small group of bots to come to Buddy’s location.

There was no telling what they were dealing with right now.

He turns the corner to see one of the aliens get thrown into the wall.

All their glory was Buddy fighting off the last alien with a peculiar looking fighting style.

He would have intervened if they hadn’t kicked them in the face and knocked them out.

Buddy pants a bit as the last alien falls down.

“That’s what you get you sorry son of—Megatron?”--Buddy

Megatron snaps out of it and rushes to Buddy’s side.

“Buddy, are you okay? What did—”--Megatron

“Woah, woah, Megs I’m fine. Nothing a little bit of fighting couldn’t handle.”--Buddy

“They were nearly double your height and you were outnumbered.”--Megatron

“But I won! Urgh…”--Buddy

Buddy sways a bit.

Megatron scoops them up in his servos.

“We are heading to the med bay now.”--Megatron

“The aliens…”--Buddy

“I have a group coming here to collect the fugitives. Med bay. Now.”--Megatron

It turned out that the adrenaline had just worn off and they were tired.

Megatron doesn’t want to leave Buddy’s sight.

They ask if they could stay with him for a bit.

Megatron is later seen in his co-captain chair with Buddy fast asleep on his lap with him absent mindedly petting them.