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Sins in Stardust [Chapter 6: Code Dorito: Cool Ranch] (Bill Cipher/Reader/Stanford Pines

Should go without saying that this is partially inspired by the Handyman Bill AU. I didn't wanna tag it as that, though, cause I'm not taking from that comic series' canon, just liked the general idea of it. We'll get into more shenanigans in the next couple chapters :3

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Wendy went from half asleep to predatory as soon as the words left Soos’ mouth. She grabbed an entire handaxe from under the counter, hopping over it in an instant. People screamed and ran for the exit.

Bill yelled as Wendy ran at him with a war cry. He dropped the expensive merchandise, scurrying behind your legs and trying to shove you in the girl’s warpath. Good to know you were expendable, after everything. You held your hands up, grabbing the handle of the axe as she swung. Your arm trembled at the impact- she was swinging to kill. She looked at you angrily.

“Why’re you trying to kill me, lady?! I wasn’t gonna steal it!” Bill paused. “Yet.” The axe-wielding woman frowned, looking at her boss. Soos looked between all three of you, concerned.

“You tried to KILL us, you little freak!” Wendy reached around, grabbing him by the hoodie and dragging him out from behind you. His hood fell back, exposing his triangle head. Not that he was particularly well-hidden to begin with, admittedly. His brow furrowed.

“I’ve tried to kill a lot of people, but I do NOT remember you. And I’d remember a face like THAT,” Bill protested, pointing at Soos. Soos let out a sad “oh…”, before Bill’s protest hit them both. Wendy’s grip loosened enough for you to wrench Bill from her. He hurried to your side, instinctively trying to snap them dead. Of course, nothing happened. Soos and Wendy looked at each other.

“I think we gotta talk, dudes,” Soos said as Wendy groaned. Your jaw tightened and your eyes flicked to the axe in her hand. Looks like you didn’t have a choice. Bill looked at you incredulously, throwing his hands up.

“They just tried to kill me and you’re gonna TALK? You’re not gonna defend me with your life?! I thought we had something, Stardust!” He feigned betrayal, hand to his forehead. You took a deep breath.

“Bill, I felt you shoving me toward them.” “WITH YOUR LIFE!” You grabbed the finger that was pointing at you, moving it out of your face, and turned back to Soos and Wendy. You motioned for them to lead the way. Soos walked through the employee’s only door. Wendy used her axe, subtly reminding you who was in control, to gesture for you to follow her boss. Bill started to say something, but you grabbed him by the hood and dragged him with you.

“Don’t argue with the axe-wielding woman twice your size,” you hissed. He slapped your hand, jerking away from you. He glared at you, walking ahead of you so you were between him and Wendy. You crossed your arms, looking down at the floor.

You were led into a small living room. Soos offered you the chair, since you were the technically-innocent party. He went to grab a couple dining chairs to bring in. You vaguely heard him talking with someone off in the kitchen, before he returned with chairs. A woman with light brown hair and kind eyes followed him, said eyes going wide when she saw Bill. Bill shoved himself up into your seat, sitting on the arm rest next to you. He definitely wasn’t scared of a few humans and a sharp object. But he’d rather you be the meat shield.

Soos sat down and, after she introduced herself, Melody went to get tea for everyone. Wendy stayed at the doorway, blocking the exit and swinging her axe at her side threateningly. Bill looked away from her. You wrung your hands nervously as Soos spoke.

“So uh… Thought you died, dude. How’d you avoid that?” Bill blinked, looking at Soos like he was an idiot. Then he laughed, kicking his feet back and crossing his arms as he got comfortable on his perch.

“Funny! I wouldn’t get killed by a few fancy water balloons!” Wendy rose a brow and Soos furrowed his own. Then they both snorted and started laughing. Bill turned red immediately.

“Do NOT laugh at me or I’ll slice out your tongues and feed 'em to you!” Wendy laughed harder while Soos clammed up. He turned to you instead, figuring he’d get a more coherent answer out of you.

“How uh… How’d you meet Bill? Did he possess you or something?” Not what you were expecting him to ask, but you guess a dream demon would be able to possess people. Thank fuck you met him when he was powerless.

“No. I was driving into town and went to camp for the night. I, uh… found his statue, I guess. Thought he was an abandoned art project and said I’d take him with me. Had a weird dream and I think an… Axolotl dropped him off in it? When I woke up, he was there.” Bill’s eye snapped to you. His pupil constricted like an angry cat’s. He jumped up, grabbing you by the collar.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING? THAT STUPID AMPHIBIAN, I SHOULD’VE GUESSED HE WAS INVOLVED,” Bill yelled, voice growing deep and layered again like it did that first day. You flinched. Wendy moved to grab him, but Soos was closer. With a harsh yank, Bill was pulled off of you. You barely knew Soos, but the look of anger was clearly not something that was common. Wendy’s shocked face was proof of that.

“Listen, dude. Only reason you’re NOT in one of Mr. Pines’ cages is cause I wanna figure out what’s goin’ on. Do that again and I’ll quit bein’ nice.” Bill struggled, slipping out of the hoodie to get away from the huge, angry man. Soos sneered slightly as he sat back down. He motioned to you. You swallowed.

“The guy didn’t know where… he was at first, and said he might have friends in town, so I brought him here. My car was totaled by some kinda… bear, so we’ve been crashing at the motel.” Soos nodded. Melody brought tea out for everyone, placing a hand on Soos’ shoulder. He turned his attention back to Bill, who was still pissed.

“So… you don’t remember almost killin’ us? When Mr. Pines wiped you out?” “What about weirdmageddon, you remember that bullshit?” Bill snapped to Wendy when she asked her question. He was still pissed, but it was mixed with confusion.

“Weirdma- DID IT ALREADY HAPPEN? How I- I don’t remember-? Who built the portal?” Bill asked frantically. Wendy’s jaw unclenched as she stood up straighter. Melody had a hand over her mouth. Soos leaned down, hand on his knee to balance himself. Bill whipped back to him.

“Does the name Stanford mean anything to you?” Bill stared for a long moment, going red again. His eye inverted colors.

“Who the FUCK is Stanford? Is that who built the portal? WHERE IS IT, YOU OVERGROWN FUNGUS?” He tried to swipe at Soos, but the guy jumped back. Wendy stood, slack-jawed. Soos rubbed his eyes, feeling a headache coming on. Melody squeezed his shoulders. He nodded to Wendy, cutting his eyes at you. Wendy seemed to understand as she tucked her axe into her belt loop. She came over to you, motioning for you to follow her to the kitchen. You hesitated, but followed. Bill tried to follow, but Soos blocked his path.

Wendy grabbed a couple sodas from the fridge, handing you one. She sat and kicked her feet up onto the table, taking a swig before pointing to you. You sat down slowly.

“You are one lucky son of a bitch,” she huffed. “If he was all there, you’d be dead.” She circled her temple with her finger, the universal sign of “that shithead’s crazy”. You frowned. Wendy ran a hand through her hair with a sigh. Then, she began to explain.

“We’ve all had dreams about that Axolotl- did it say anything to you?” You shook your head. You just remember Bill- or at least him as a kid- just appearing next to you. The only words spoken were from him. Wendy grumbled when you told her as such.

“Yeah, me neither- apparently he talked to Soos, though. Said it did some rap about Bill and redemption, but we all thought the guy just ate too many hot dogs in that contest. But I…” She trailed off, looking toward the door. You could hear Bill arguing with Soos, who kept asking if he remembered this or that. Bill was consistent in not remembering things, and you could hear the big guy wavering.

“I guess he really doesn’t remember anything… That throws a wrench in things.” You took a small sip of your drink, foot tapping nervously. You finally had to ask: What was weirdmageddon? Wendy cringed a little.

“I don’t know the full details, but Bill opened a portal to another dimension a couple years back that made everything… weird. He was from some nightmare dimension and brought it here. Tried to take over the world.” You were dead silent. You took a long drink of your soda, wishing it was alcohol.

“You are VERY lucky there’s a walking triangle in there, and I’ve been attacked by gnomes, or else I’d call you fucking insane.” Wendy couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. You felt… a bit at ease, knowing she wasn’t pissed at you. In fact, she even nodded in agreement.

“Man… if I didn’t live through so much bullshit, I’d agree with ya.” She rubbed her temple with her free hand. You tapped your fingers against the can. You two heard footsteps coming into the kitchen. Bill came in first, arms crossed. Soos was scratching his head.

“What should we do?” Both he and Wendy asked at the same time. Soos pulled a “jinx”, laughing as Wendy sighed. Bill groaned as he hauled himself into a chair. His tophat drooped angrily and he kicked his feet like a child. The top half of him was still a furious red. Soos coughed, ending his giggle fit. He put on his serious face again.

“Okay, dudes. I think Bill’s tellin’ the truth- that he doesn’t remember anything. He doesn’t remember Stan, Ford, Dipper, Mabel… Anything I asked.” Wendy sat up fully, planting her feet on the ground and soda can on the table.

“How do you know he isn’t lying, Soos?” “The Axolotl guy said he’d be back eventually, and that they’d explain when the time was right-.” Wendy stood up at that, pulling her axe back out. Bill jolted at the sight of it, hopping to his feet to run if need be.

“We don’t even know if THAT thing is good or not! I say we just kill him while he’s weak!” Now it was your turn to get up. You stood between Bill and Wendy, to both their surprise. You had a scowl on your face.

“I already ran from a mutated bear and a bunch of little bearded freaks with this guy- I’m not gonna just let you kill him.” Bill jumped up onto the table, putting a hand on your back.

“Yeah! My little minion here knows how to beat a gnome to a pulp- can't be too different, right?” You removed his hand from you, giving him a side eye. He was still doing his grin, not realizing you were mad at him. Maybe you should let him die, actually.

No, unfortunately you were a good person. You didn’t fully know if Bill DID actually do that weirdmageddon stuff. It’s two strangers’ word against the guy you barely know but had a prophetic dream about. One kinda outweighs the other, to an extent.

“Well… Mr Pines and Mr Ford’ll be comin’ home in a month. We could keep him here ��til then?” Soos offered. Bill threw his hands up.

“I am NOT staying at this shit shack for a month!” You frowned.

“Do you promise you won’t kill him?” “Only if he doesn’t try anything with us.” Wendy squinted at Bill, and Soos had his arms crossed. You turned to Bill. He was pissed.

“Bill, think about it. These two out right had a code for you, and almost killed you. If you really DID do all they said, the whole town will be at your throat if they find out you’re here.” Bill started to speak. Then he deflated. He had no power, no memory of even BRINGING armageddon to this place, and only had one person willing to help him. And apparently that Axolotl was involved, somehow.

“I’m… NOT staying here alone! Not after I almost got axed!” Bill looked at you, still pissed but… He almost had a desperation to him. Your face scrunched slightly, thinking. You knew you couldn’t just abandon Bill, but you didn’t know about staying here with the axe lady and her boss. You sighed.

“We’re staying in town- I don’t have a car, and he’s a fugitive apparently. What if we just… come back sometimes?” Wendy was instantly on the fence.

“No way, I don’t trust that little tortilla chip as far as I can throw him.” “WHO ARE YOU CALLING-?” You put a hand over Bill’s eye to tell him to shut him up. He shoved your hand away angrily. Soos put a hand over his mouth in thought. Then he snapped, a grin on his face.

“You need a job for the summer, dude?”

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lendeah · 11 months ago

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Daggers and flutes

Happy New Year! I decided to release this a bit earlier than expected as a New Year's present. Also! The TAV in this fic is called Lilianna because I wanted to change my narration for once and it felt more fitting. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: AstarionxOFC!Bard

Summary: In which Astarion and bard Tav agree to a deal: Astarion teaches Tav dagger skills, and in return, Tav is supposed to teach Astarion how to play the flute. The thing is, Tav is terrible with weapons, so things don't go as expected.

Tags: Smut. A bit of fluff if you squint.

Word count: 6.9k

Warnings: NSFW (minors dni), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus (fem receiving), squirting, choking, kind of dom-sub dynamic? Just pure filth.

The idea had been hers, naturally. Astarion had cautioned her against coming within 50 meters of any weapon after her near-fatal axe incident with Shadowheart. But it wasn't just that – she had also nearly blinded Lae'zel with an ill-advised attempt at archery, and may have even caused Gale a concussion during his staff training session with her.

Okay, she was terrible with weapons. And any kind of fighting, for that matter; it was not her forte.

But when she had seen Astarion in the heat of battle, his agile and toned body moving swiftly and gracefully like a dancer's, every muscle tense and defined under his glistening skin, his hands wielding a dagger with expert precision and ease, an idea had planted in her mind. And not just the dirty kind.

A few nights later, as they camped near the looming Crèche, she saw her opportunity and seized it. Without hesitation, she entered his tent, unannounced.

"Teach me how to use daggers" she blurts out, her voice echoing in the small space. The leather straps of her boots creak as she shifts her weight, and the faint scent of pine and firewood fills the air.

Astarion is engrossed in one of his books, his shirt carelessly unbuttoned to reveal a sliver of pale skin. Strands of white hair fall over his eyes, obscuring them from view. He jumps, startled by her sudden appearance.

"Gods, Lelianna, have you got no sense of privacy?"

But Lelianna only shrugged, her wide smile never faltering. "I have already seen you naked quite a lot," she said nonchalantly, "there is no more privacy needed between us."

He closes his book and sets it aside, standing up from his bedroll to face her fully. A twinkle of amusement flickers in Astarion's eyes as he crosses his arms, leaning against the tent's frame. His lips curl into a mischievous smirk that sends a cascade of butterflies dancing in Lelianna's stomach. "Well, the thought of you holding a dagger does sound quite thrilling, my dear. But are you sure you're up for it? You do have a tendency to turn any weapon into a hazard."

She playfully rolls her eyes. "Oh, come on! I've seen you in action. You make it look so effortless and graceful. I bet I could do the same with some guidance from the great Astarion."

"You know flattery is the way to my heart, little bard" He leans in closer, "But what will you do in exchange? Surely you know that nothing comes for free in this world." A mischievous glint sparked in his eye as he continued, "even less so when my life is on the line from, you know, being near you wielding a weapon".

Lelianna giggled, swatting his arm lightly with the back of her hand. "Oh, you'll be perfectly safe. I won’t use you as my practice dummy, promise," she said with an innocent blink of her eyes. "As for the payment... maybe I could let you drink from me tonight?" Astarion raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms "I drink from you almost every night, my dear. You are going to have to raise your offer." She pouts, lips pursed in frustration as she considers her options. There is not a lot she can offer. She could compose him a song, but he absolutely hates those and would end up using his daggers on her instead if she did. Her mind races with possibilities before a brilliant idea takes hold. "How about I teach you how to use the flute? I remember you said you would like to give it a try back in the groto"

Astarion scoffed, his usual smirk quickly replaced with a look of utter disbelief. "Me? Play the flute?" He began to laugh, a deep, hearty sound that echoed through the tent. "Oh, little bard, you certainly know how to make a vampire chuckle."

Despite his mockery, Lelianna stands her ground, hands on hips in a defiant pose. "I'm being serious! You'd be great at it. And besides," she leans in closer to him now, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she murmurs into his ear, "I hear it's quite the hit with the ladies." She could already imagine Astarion, handsome as ever, blowing into a flute with an alluring expression on his face as women swooned around him.

The smile fades from Astarion's face as he considers her words, running a hand through his stark white hair thoughtfully. "Hmm... that is... an interesting proposition," he muses aloud.

"I knew you'd come around," Lelianna beams proudly.

The corners of his lips quirk upwards into a small smirk. "I see you have a brain beneath all of that messy hair, perhaps I can use that as well." he adds, a teasing lilt in his voice.

"Thank y- wait what did you say about my hair?"Lelianna's eyes widened with mock offense, her hands automatically going up to her unruly hair. "Hey now, my hair is not messy! It's...cascading chaos, a masterpiece of untamed locks! It's..."

He interrupts her with an annoyed swat of his arm.

"Fine, fine! I'll teach you if you shut up, gods"

She smiles, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"But I will take the flute lessons AND I will drink from you tonight, of course. I can't resist indulging in your company" he retorted, trying to suppress the grin and failing miserably.

When she exits the tent, she can already imagine herself, wielding a dagger with as much grace and skill as Astarion. She spins lightly on her heels, her heart swelling with hope and excitement. Everyone would see her as cool and capable, finally recognizing her talents beyond just singing, playing the flute, and being an excellent drinking companion.

The next morning, as Lelianna approaches the designated meeting spot in the distant forest clearing, she can't help but notice the objects that Astarion has strategically placed around. There is a small wooden dummy with various markings, indicating where one should strike with a dagger. Next to it, several throwing knives are laid out neatly on a log, glinting in the morning sunlight. Astarion stands nearby, his posture relaxed yet alert. The morning light caught the hard planes of his face, emphasizing his sharp cheekbones and the intensity in his piercing gaze. He exuded a quiet confidence that is both alluring and intimidating. But she can't help but feel a flutter in her stomach at the sight of lean body, toned muscles visible even under his loose-fitting shirt.

"What's all this?" she asks, distracting herself from her filthy thoughts and gesturing towards the objects.

Astarion grins mischievously at her arrival, his gaze fixed on the makeshift target he had set up. "Ah, my dear Lelianna, I thought we could make our dagger training a bit more interesting," he replies, sauntering towards her with a certain swagger in his step, stepping forward to pick up one of the throwing knives. His movements are fluid and effortless as he twirls it expertly between his fingers. With a flick of his wrist, he sends the knife soaring through the air, hitting the wooden dummy dead center. Wow.

"Now, my dear," he says, handing her a dagger "It's your turn"

She takes it from his hand, inspecting it. The dagger is sleek and sharp, the blade glinting in the sun. Its handle is adorned with intricate carvings, giving it an almost regal appearance. The dagger is surprisingly light, yet its edge is sharp and dangerous.

She scoffs "Easy peasy." But as she throws it, her aim is way off and the dagger lands nowhere near the wooden dummy. She pouts, feeling embarrassed by her poor attempt.

"Not as easy as it looks, is it?" Astarion chuckles lightly at her reaction. "Don't worry my dear," he says reassuringly as he retrieves the dagger for her. "It takes practice and precision."

Lelianna can feel Astarion's warm breath on her neck as he leans in to correct her stance, teaching her how to position her body for a better throw. She gulps nervously at the proximity of his body. His cold fingers gently and confidently guide her arm, sending a shiver down her spine. Her own hand trembles slightly as she holds the dagger, feeling the weight and sharpness of the blade beneath her fingers.

"Ahem, I think I got it" she quips, nervously.

Astarion steps back, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he watches Lelianna take aim once more. She takes a deep breath, focusing her gaze on the wooden dummy. With a flick of her wrist, she releases the dagger, and it lands in a nearby bush. Astarion snickers lightly beside her, and she gives him a dirty look.

"Just laugh it up, Mr. Tall, Pale, and Annoying," she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.

Astarion only laughs harder, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "I must say, your aim is...interesting."

"Alright!" Lelianna declares, swiping another dagger from his grasp with a huff. "Enough with the teasing already. I'm going to get this right even if it kills me!"

And she tries, for like, 107 times. She really tries. In fact, she is panting and sweaty by the time she fails misserably for the umpteenth time.

At this point Astarion is not even hiding his amusement. His laughter fills the clearing, his mirth evident in the sparkle of his eyes. "My dear Lelianna, I must say, your persistence is truly commendable," he says, wiping away a tear that had formed from his laughter. "But perhaps, just maybe, throwing knives is not your calling. You know, some people are simply better suited for other talents."

Lelianna huffs indignantly, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Maybe if I imagine your ugly face on the dummy I won't actually miss," she declares, her voice filled with determination.

He laughs and smiles indulgently at her determination. "You know, that actually is a good strategy. Go, try it. I'll watch." he leans up against a rock and waits for her to take her shot.

She grits her teeth, narrowing her gaze on the object in front of her. She focuses intensely on each step she was given: positioning her hand, gripping tightly, and then making the wrist movement. With a loud and determined grunt, Lelianna gathers every bit of concentration and strength she has left and throws the dagger with all her might. To everyone's surprise, especially her own, the blade lodged itself into the dummy's wooden heart.

A triumphant smile lights up Lelianna's face as she turns to look at Astarion.

"Ha! I did it!"

Seeing her thrilled reaction, Astarion bursts into hearty laughter, clapping his hands in aknowledgement. His eyes are shining slightly when they meet hers. He stands up from the rock, sauntering towards the dummy to retrieve the lodged dagger.

"Well, I'll be damned," he says brightly, removing the blade with an easy pull. "Who knew that imagining my so-called 'ugly face' is all it took for you to land a good hit?"

He turns to her then, the sun glinting off his white hair and turning it to silver, and with a sly grin adds "One in a hundred is not a bad start, especially for a small and weak bard."

She gasps, taking a hand to her chest in offension. With a fiery intensity burning in her gaze, she points a finger at him, her voice laced with defiance. "I'm not weak!"

He smirks devilishly "You are, as a matter of fact" he laughs "I reckon even a wooly sheep would stand more of a chance in a brawl than you."

Her rage grows exponentially. Calling her weak? maybe. But comparing her to a damn sheep, of all things? No way. Lelianna's eyes narrow, her fists clenching at her sides. She takes a step towards Astarion, her voice filled with defiance.

"Oh, is that so?" she snaps, her eyes ablaze with indignation. "Well, let's see how well you fare against this 'woolly sheep' in a brawl then, bloodsucker!" she declares before thinking better of it.

Astarion smirks at her challenge, his eyes glinting with amusement as he crosses his arms over his chest. "Are you sure about that, my dear? I wouldn't want to hurt your fragile ego." With a confidence that surprises even herself, Lelianna moves closer to Astarion until they are mere inches apart. As they stand face to face, Lelianna can see the subtle upturn of Astarion's lips and the playful glint in his eyes. She raises her chin defiantly, staring him down with unwavering determination.

"I may not have your strength or your agility," she begins, her voice steady as she meets Astarion's gaze, "but I have wit, creativity, and a few tricks up my sleeve. And you know what they say, Astarion, brains can be just as powerful as brawn." she states firmly, her voice laced with undeniable purpose.

And then he is laughing again - boisterous and loud. "Yeah, and you have neither" he says once his laughter has subsided enough for him to speak.

Lelianna scowls but doesn't back down, her heart beating loudly in her chest. She swipes the dagger from Astarion's hands and squares her shoulders, eyeing him fiercely. "Just you watch," she rejoins. "I'll have you running scared before dawn."

Astarion raises an eyebrow cockily at her response, a slow smirk curling up his lips "And what do you propose? That we settle this with a dagger-throwing contest? Or perhaps a duel of wits?"

"A real duel," she declares, her voice resolute. "No weapons. Just you against me. Pure strenght only."

A flicker of intrigue flashes across Astarion's face as he sizes her up. His sarcastic smile slowly fades, replaced by something akin to curiosity. Folding his arms across his chest, he tilts his head and regards her with a newfound interest.

"You're serious, aren't you?" he asks, his voice tinged with skepticism.

Lelianna nods firmly. "Deadly serious," she replies, her voice laced with determination.

A sliver of something dangerous flashes his eyes.

Astarion's lips curl into a half-smile, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Well, my dear Lelianna, if you truly wish to test your mettle against mine, who am I to deny you such an opportunity?" His voice dripped with mock sincerity as he takes a step closer, closing the gap between them.

Lelianna felt a shiver race down her spine, a mix of excitement and nerves tangling within her. She couldn't quite decipher if she was being foolish or courageous for challenging Astarion to a duel.

Without breaking eye contact, Astarion extended his hand towards her. "Very well, then," he said, his tone filled with a challenge. "May the strongest win."

Shit, shit, shit. What did she get herself into?

Astarion cracks his knuckles with a self-assured smirk, relishing the opportunity to test Lelianna's bravado. He begins to circle her slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. Lelianna mirrors his movements, trying to maintain a steady distance between them. Her palms grow clammy as the weight of the challenge sinks in, but she refuses to let it consume her. She squares her shoulders and meets Astarion's gaze head-on.

"Scared? I'll admit, you have every reason to be," Astarion taunts playfully, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You can still back out if you're too frightened"

And she knows. She knows she could back out and return to normal and avoid getting absolutely destroyed and humilliated by the man in front of her. And he would give her shit, fair, but at least she would keep her dignity.

However, the weight of pride and the fear of appearing weak held her back from backing out. So, she meets his eyes, trying to keep steady "I never back out."

Astarion watches her with a light smirk on his face.

"Fine, my dear. But remember you asked for this" Astarion's smirk widens, his eyes glimmering with anticipation as he readies himself.

With a sudden burst of energy, Lelianna lunges forward, feinting to the left before swiftly changing direction and attempting to deliver a swift kick to Astarion's side. However, he effortlessly sidesteps her attack, evading it with a grace that only serves to infuriate her further.

Undeterred, Lelianna regains her balance and pivots on her heel, launching herself towards Astarion once again. This time, she aims a series of quick jabs towards his chest. But Astarion's reflexes are lightning-fast, effortlessly dodging each blow with a surprising swiftness. She is already breathing heavily, while he looks like he is just batting a fly. She needs to change tactics.

So, with all the strength she can muster and a war scream, she climbs into his body, wrapping her arms and legs around him as if he's a tree. But as soon as Lelianna's body connects with Astarion's, she realizes her mistake. She had underestimated his strength and agility, and now she was paying the price.

Astarion's arms wrap around her waist, pulling her tightly against him as he falls to the ground with her in his grasp. He pins her to the ground effortlessly, his legs straddling hers to keep her from moving. Lelianna grunts as she hits the ground, her breath knocked out of her. Astarion's strength presses down on her, his body pinning hers with an intensity that sends a jolt of panic through her veins. She struggles beneath him, the weight of his presence suffocating her. She begins to wiggle and squirm, using every ounce of her strength to break free from his grasp.

"Nice try, my dear," Astarion chimes, his voice laced with mock sympathy. "But you'll have to do better than that if you want to best me."

Lelianna grits her teeth, refusing to let defeat consume her. A spark of determination ignites within her as an idea takes shape in her mind.

And then she bites his arm. Hard.

Astarion lets out a yell, and with a sharp movement, he releases his grip on her. "Damn you, that hurt!" he says, his tone is serious and he's now glaring at her. "Did you really just bite me? Are you mad? That is my thing!"

Seizing the opportunity, she rolls to the side and scrambles back onto her feet, as she smirks at Astarion's bewildered expression.

"You said I had to do better," she says, winking playfully. "I call that a win."

And then his gaze turns vicious, making a shiver run down her back.

"Oh dear, we are far from over".

Astarion pounces, his eyes blazing with a mix of fury and amusement. Lelianna barely has time to react before he's on her again, his speed blurring their surroundings into a mess of colours and shapes. Desperate, she kicks and squirms, trying to dislodge the infuriating vampire who pins her down with ease.

"You fight dirty," he accuses, his voice low in her ear as he attempts to immobilize her wayward hands.

"Funny," she retorts, grunting as she manages to connect an elbow with his side. "I thought you enjoyed that."

Lelianna's smirk quickly fades as she finds herself once again pinned beneath Astarion's weight. She struggles against his hold, but it seems futile as he chuckles, clearly enjoying this game of cat and mouse.

"I must admit, you have some fight in you," he says, his tone smug. "But don't think biting me will save you every time."

Lelianna bites her lip, feeling a mix of frustration and excitement coursing through her veins. She knows she can't win against Astarion with just brute strength. She needs to use her agility and wit to outsmart him.

With that thought in mind, Lelianna suddenly shifts her weight and twists her body, causing Astarion to lose his balance and fall to the side. She quickly flips over and straddles him, pinning him down this time.

"Now who's on top?" she grins triumphantly.

Astarion's eyes widen in surprise before he bursts into laughter, throwing his head back as if he finds the situation hilarious.

"You truly are something else," he admits, still chuckling. "I haven't had this much fun in a long time."

Lelianna can't help but feel a sense of pride at getting the upper hand on Astarion. But before she can bask in her victory for too long, he flips them over once again and pins her down.

She charges him again, but he's ready this time. His hands shoot out to catch her wrists before she can land a punch and with a smooth movement, he twists her bound hands back and holds them behind her back. His other arm curves around her waist trapping her against him.

"You really are more like a wild beast than I gave you credit for," he purrs in her ear with amusement. "Are we going to keep rolling around? Or are you ready to surrender?" he smirks down at her.

She tries again to twist, do something. But this time his grip is unwielding, and his whole body is pressing down on her. So that leaves her with only one option. "Let me go, you creep!"

Astarion's smirk only widens at her words, his eyes glittering with mischief. "Oh, is that how you ask nicely?" he teases, keeping her pinned beneath him. His grip on her wrists tightens just a fraction, but it's enough to make Lelianna squirm under his hold.

"You're enjoying this too much," she huffs, her face flushing as she tries to wriggle away from him.

He chuckles again and shakes his head. "Such a shame," he muses, his smirk never leaving his face, "You could have been a worthy opponent."

"I am a worthy opponent!" she retorts indignantly. "I am far more than you could ever handle."

"Maybe," he concedes with an insouciant shrug. But instead of releasing her as she'd hoped, he tightens his grip on her wrists even further. Her face flushes in frustration as she squirms beneath him. "But look at you, so small" He presses down again, making her feel his whole weight on her, rendering her movements even more futile. Sweat trickles down her forehead as she struggles for breath, her chest heaving in the effort to break free. And then he leans into her face, warm breath tickling her skin "I will release you... if you admit you are weak"

"Never! I'm not weak!" she spits, even as a gasp tears from her throat due to his crushing weight. Her pride won't allow it. She can't let him see her as weak, can't admit defeat.

Astarion's smirk only grows wider at her continued resistance. "Oh, but you are," he taunts, "You're just a small, insignificant creature in my grasp."

She wiggles and writhes beneath him, feeling his hot breath on her neck as he leans down closer to her ear. The smell of his sweat and musk fills her nostrils, making her head spin.

"I'm not weak," she repeats stubbornly, the words barely a whisper as she fights to get them out. "I'm just... strategically disadvantaged."

Astarion's laughter rings in her ears, a rich and genuine sound that makes her heart flutter despite the situation.

"You are weak," he repeats says softly, his voice dripping with sensuality. "I always knew it." His hand curls around her neck possessively, holding her in place like an animal that has just caught its prey. "My pretty little bard" he says, grazing his fangs over the skin under her ear.

His rough grip sent shivers down her spine as his hot breath fanned her neck, sending a jolt of excitement through her body. Her breath catches, and she finds herself arching her back a little.

She feels helpless and trapped beneath his larger frame. And for some twisted reason, she likes it.

"I am not your prey" she mutters raggedly.

"Oh, but I think you are," he says, trailing his teeth from her neck to her jaw "and I will use you however I see fit."

Lelianna's breath hitches at his words, and she fights back the blush threatening to spread across her cheeks.

"You can't do that," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

Astarion chuckles, his grip tightening around her neck, making her breathless. "I can do anything I want, and you won't be able to stop me." He leans in, his fangs just barely graze against her throat, a delicate stroke that sends fresh shivers skittering across her skin. "And I'm not going to stop until I've had my fill."

Her heart thuds loudly in her chest at his words, drowned out only by the sound of their mingled breaths.

"But you would like that, wouldn't you? Look at you, all flustered under me." he smirks "you love feeling helpless, feeling weak."

I stiffle a moan when I feel the hand on my neck slowly caressing its way to my chest.

"Y-you don't know what you're saying," I manage to stammer, my voice breaking.

"Oh, but I do," he says, his smirk never wavering. "I see it in your eyes, the way your breath hitches when I touch you, the way your body trembles beneath me. You feel it too, don't you, Lelianna?"

His hand moves inside my leather top, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of my breast, making me shiver with desire. My breath hitches in my throat as he leans in closer, his tongue brushing against my neck, sending a wave of pleasure.

"You want me to take you, to use you for my own pleasure." he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. "So needy and desperate"

"T-that is not true. I don't want your self-centered ass" I mumble.

He gives me a wicked smile, before lowering his hand. Lelianna's eyes widened in shock as she felt his hand dipping beneath her pants. He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against her skin. "Your words say one thing, Lelianna," his lips curl into a wicked smirk, "But your body says something entirely different."

"I…" His thumb lightly brushes over her stomach, causing her to gasp sharply. Her mind is a whirl of thoughts and desires - part of her wants to push him away while the other part yearns for his touch.

She tried to reply, but her voice was muffled by the panting. She was lost in the pleasurable sensations coursing through her body.

"You can't keep losing yourself like this," he continued, his voice soft and gentle. "You have to stay strong."

I can't answer him, as he's already started to move his hand again over her breast. Her senses are overwhelmed with the sensation, and she feels like she's about to lose it.

"Do you want me to stop, Lelianna? Do you really?" he purrs in her ear.

She bites her lip, scared that her mouth will betray her.

His voice trails off slightly, and his movements slow. "My poor little bard..."

And then he stops altogether

"What-?" she begins, disapointment coloring her words.

But his grip doesn't relent. Instead, he grabs his belt and places it over her wrists, with the intention of binding her. He leans in and whispers in her ear, this time softer "Do you want to stop?"

His crimson eyes study her face intently.

"No," she murmurs, her voice barely audible. "I don't want to stop."

And he grins widely.

"Great." he finishes binding the belt hard. She feels his hips moving against her, his erection pressing into her, and she can't help but arch her back, wanting more. "You're a tempting little thing, Lelianna," he growls, his voice low and thick with desire. "But we have to be careful. We can't have you wriggling around, can we? That would spoil all the fun"

She struggled against his grip, but it was no use. He had her completely under his control. "Oh, you look rather beautiful like this," he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"No fun in fighting, Astarion?" she manages to retort despite the arousal clouding her senses.

"Quite the opposite, my dear," he purrs back at her, pressing his body closer to hers, making her squirm even more. "The fight is half the fun. The other half... is in winning. So you may want to start behaving better, hm?."

"Oh, but I'm behaving so good!" she exclaims, trying to sound innocent. "You're the one with the wandering hands."

Astarion smirks, a devilish grin spreading across his face. "Oh, are you now?" he purrs, his fingers still tracing the sensitive skin of her chest, teasingly slow. "Then I suppose I'll have to make an exception for you." he whispers, his lips now surrounding her nipple, gently suckling.

Lelianna's breath hitches, her body trembling as the sensation courses through her. She tries to struggle against him, but it's no use. She's putty in his hands.

He takes her nipple between his teeth, gently nipping at the sensitive skin. Lelianna's back arches, her hips bucking against him as pleasure rippled through her.

"Freaking vampire" I murmur "always biting and sucking where he shouldn't."

Astarion's chuckles fill the air as he continues his torment. "You are right. I should be putting my mouth somewhere else."

He retreats from her breast, his smirk never leaving his face as he moves lower, his fingers dancing over her stomach before finally unbuttoning her pants. His gaze is intense and possessive, filled with a hunger that makes her heart race.

"I think you deserve your punishment for losing, don't you agree?" he whispers, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

Her breath hitched and she bit back a moan as he nipped at her thigh lightly.

"W-well, not exactly lost," she tries to reason with him. "I mean, the rules weren't explicit, and-"

And then he dives in, and his tongue darts out tasting her slowly, teasingly. She gasps as he laps at her folds, savoring the taste of her arousal. Her legs tremble beneath him, helpless from his iron grip on them.

"Mmm," he hums against her skin, giving her pleasurable vibrations. Her legs quiver at the sensation, and she lets out a small whimper.

He separates for a second and smiles up at her.

"Not that hot-headed anymore, are we darling?" He says, while slowly introducing a finger inside of her. Lelianna gasps as Astarion's tongue torments her clit, flicking it in a way that sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She tries to wriggle again, but the binds hold her tight. Her hips begin to buck against his face unconsciously, seeking more contact with his mouth. The friction of his lips and teeth on her most sensitive spots make her moan loudly, sending vibrations across the clearing where they are. His fingers inside of her stretch and fill her, causing her insides to clench around him incessantly. His tongue laps at her folds, teasing every inch of sensitive skin it can find and driving her crazy with desire. She feels like she's on fire everywhere. The belt binding her wrists scrapes her skin sending sparks of pain through her system. Every nerve ending is alive with desire as he plays with her body, and she can feel herself getting closer to the edge with each passing moment.

His fingers slide in and out of her tightness with ease, stretching her further than she ever thought possible. Each thrust is accompanied by a low groan from deep within him. She opens her eyes again, and find him already looking with a predatory look, as if he's devouring her

"I won't last long if you keep looking at me like that," she finally manages to gasp out, her eyes fluttering closed again as each wave of pleasure seems more intense than the last.

His fingers move faster inside of her, stoking the fire within her until it becomes unbearable.

"Say my name," he growls against her skin, his fingers curling inside of her in just the right way.

"N-no" But he just bites the inside of her thigh.

"Say my name"

She resists for a moment, a stubborn streak burning fierce in her eyes. But his fingers are unrelenting, his touch too exquisite. And the weight of his gaze, predatory and possessive, is more than she can bear.

"Astarion," she breathes out, her voice barely more than a whisper yet laden with an intensity that has him grinning wickedly.

"That's right, Lelianna," he purrs against her skin, his lips tracing a searing path up her thigh. "You're mine tonight."

Her body is quaking beneath him, waves of pleasure crashing through her with each stroke of his fingers and lap of his tongue.

"All mine," he purrs again, his tongue flicking over her clit. "Tell me you're mine, Lelianna." It’s a demand, an order that she finds herself all too willing to comply with.

"I'm yours," she cries out. His fingers curl within her, brushing against a spot that has her seeing stars and gasping for breath. Astarion’s smirk widens at her response, and he leans down to nip at her inner thigh lightly. The combined sensations of his fingers moving inside her and his teeth on her skin tip her over the edge, and with a cry, she comes undone beneath him.

“Astarion!” she gasps, her thighs quaking around his head as he thrashes his tongue against her. She can feel waves of pleasure coursing through every inch of her body, radiating from where he's touching her. Her arms strain against the belt tying them together, the rough texture of it scraping against her skin and adding a touch of pain to the overwhelming pleasure. Her back arches, and she cries out his name once more before succumbing to the bliss.

But instead of stopping, Astarion's tongue and fingers keep their unyielding pace, making her shiver with the pain of oversensitivity.

"W-what are you doing?" she breathes, struggling against her restraints.

But he just looks up with a wide grin, his hand still pounding inside of her "I'm giving you your punishment."

And with that, he quickens his pace, his tongue and fingers relentless as they push her towards another wave of pleasure. His crimson eyes flicker with delight as he watches her writhe beneath him, sweat glistening on her flushed skin.

"No more..." she pleads between gasps, her body quivering from the intensity. But her protest is drowned out by the pleasure he's igniting within her.

His free hand reaches up to grip her breast, his thumb rubbing circles over a hardened nipple. The combined sensations have her writhing and bucking beneath him, desperately seeking release. Each touch is electric, setting her skin. Astarion’s lips curl into a devilish smirk at her reaction, his tongue continuing its torturous pace. He flicks his finger against her increasingly sensitive nub, drawing out a whimper from her. “What’s the matter, darling?” he asks, feigning innocence. “Can’t handle your punishment?”

She would've rolled her eyes if she wasn't so lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

She tries to form a response, but all that comes out are fragmented moans and short gasps of breath. She writhes underneath him, the binds on her wrists chafing against her skin. But he doesn't let up, his fingers thrusting deeply within her as he skillfully plays with her clit.

"I... I hate you" she gasps out.

Astarion just laughs, the sound dark and throaty. "Oh, I know," he replies, his gaze unfaltering, as if he knows a truth she herself has yet to realize. His fingers increase their rhythm, torturing her remorselessly. Every touch sends jolts of pleasure radiating from her core and spreading to every corner of her being. She starts getting dizzy, all the sensations coming to her at once. Her body convulses beneath him once again as another orgasm rips right through her. She screams his name, her voice hoarse and breathless, as her body shakes uncontrollably. But Astarion doesn't stop, keeps driving his fingers within her folds while his tongue flicks over her sensitive bud.

"Gods" she cries, as fire sweeps through her veins, searing every inch of her. She gasps, completely breathless as her body convulses in the throes of bittersweet pleasure.

She rides the wave, writhing and thrashing in the circle of Astarion's arms. At that point, she is just blabbering nonsense, far too gone to make any coherent thought. She can hear him whispering something, a low rumble of words against her skin that makes her shiver with aftershocks.

"Again," he orders, his fingers flexing inside of her, and she obeys without thought, brought back to the brink by the insistent pressure of his hand.

"I can’t... I can’t..." she gasps, feeling her body start to tremble again. She tries to get away from his mouth, but the binds and his arms are a powerful restraint.

"Shhh," he whispers against her skin, "you will. For me."

She can't distinguish between her orgasms anymore, everything a jumbled mess of sensitivity and pleasure. His fingers continue their relentless rhythm, pushing her further and further until she feels like she might shatter from the intensity. His mouth returns to her clit, sucking harshly and her vision turns white as she convulses underneath him once more. She is screaming so loud her voice breaks, her hands clawing at the dirt beneath them. Her entire body tenses and spasms with pleasure. Suddenly, she feels a rush come out of her, and sees what has happened before she processes it. She’s squirted, soaking him and the ground beneath them both. Astarion pulls back, laughing in delight at her shocked expression.

“Doesn’t look like you hate me that much, darling,” he teases, wiping his face with his free hand.

Her cheeks are flushed bright red, the embarrassment nearly consuming her. She's too overwhelmed to form a coherent thought, let alone a retort. She just glares at him half-heartedly, her energy spent on the pleasure he'd mercilessly coaxed from her body. Her breasts rise and fall quickly as she gasps for air, sweat trickling down from her temples to pool in the hollow of her throat.

But Astarion only seems to be spurred on by this new development. He lowers himself down between her legs once more, tongue darting out to taste her again.

Lelianna squirms, oversensitive from her previous orgasms. "No...no more..."

But he isn't on her anymore like before. Instead, his lips and tongue are cleaning her thighs and the space between, lapping up every last drop of her release, smirking up at her with a look that was equal parts predatory and satisfied. The cool night air sends a chill down her spine as Astarion’s tongue hits her overheated skin.

"You're such a mess, darling," he coos, his fingers lightly tracing over her sensitive mound. His touch is light now, soothing after the relentless torture he'd subjected her to. Despite herself, Lelianna lets out a sigh of relief.

Her body is shaking from exhaustion and overstimulation. But she can't deny the thrill that still thrums through her veins or the rush of adrenaline that leaves her feeling both breathless and revitalized.

He briefly rests his head on her stomach, his white disheveled hair tickling the sensitive skin there. His hands are gentle as they trace patterns along her waist and hips, soothing her trembling muscles. Once he’s done, Astarion takes her out of her bindings "I think you've learned your lesson,” he murmurs meanwhile, with a little smile.

Lelianna blinks up at him, still panting and trying to catch her breath. "You're... insufferable," she stammers, voice hoarse from her screams.

But he just smirks and kisses her softly. Then, Astarion curls protectively around her, his hand resting casually on her stomach. He's warm and solid, his chest rising and falling steadily against her back. The quiet night is a stark contrast to their previous activities, but it’s peaceful and comforting in its own way. She turns to look at Astarion, his face bathed in the soft moonlight filtering down from the trees above. His expression is unguarded, with a hint of smug satisfaction playing about the corners of his lips. They kiss lazily, and then with a gasp she remembers.

"Wait you didn't" she starts, weakly reaching for his pants.

But he catches her wrist and kisses the side of it. "Not today, little bard. Today was about you." he whispers softly, his breath teasing along her skin and stirring goosebumps in its wake.

"I think I've had enough of your idea of punishment," she murmurs, her eyes fluttering closed with the lull of relaxation coursing through her.

"Let's go back to the tent and I will make up for it" he whispers over her ear.

He gets up and swiftly helps her sit up, but her legs give away at the movement and she slumps against him, her body too spent to hold her upright. He laughs heartly "And there's our strong bard who can take anyone in a fight."

She rolls her eyes, too tired to even attempt a retort. "You're lucky I can't move," she grumbles, leaning heavily against him.

His chuckle rings out through the quiet night. He puts his cloak around her, clothes discarded somewhere in the clearing. Then reaches down and easily lifts her into his arms. She yelps in surprise, gripping tightly onto his shirt as he carries her back towards their tent.

"Don't get used to it," he warns playfully. “I don’t make a habit of carrying damsels in distress.”

She scoffs weakly at that, resting her head on his shoulder. "You wish I was a damsel in distress to feed your ego."

Astarion's laughter is infectious, filling the otherwise silent forest with his mirth. It sends waves of warmth coursing through her despite the cool evening air.

"So, when is our next lesson?"

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through the endless daydream (part 1)

Pairing: Lilia Vanrouge x gn!reader

Synopsis: There is a rumour that there is a hidden advisor of the Draconia family, who has guided the ruler of all fae for years. They say he is the one responsible for the peace established between humans and fae. What they don’t know, is that he has been doing so for millennia, cursed by the gods to be immortal as punishment until he can be killed by his true love.

Tags: angst with fluff, domestic fluff, historical, war, bot proofread

Word count: 3.4k+

Notes: Having recently watched the kdrama goblin, I got inspired by its themes to write a fic featuring general Lilia. This ended up being way longer than I expected so it is now multi-chaptered

Part 2 ✧ Part 3 ✧ Masterlist

The bustling metropolis of towering, modern buildings was filled with both humans and fae. The streets were lined with vendors selling all sorts of goods, from fresh produce to magical trinkets. Fae with their pointed ears and iridescent wings are seen to be walking alongside humans, who seem to accept their presence without a second thought. The city inspires a sense of wonder and serenity, the peacefulness made by the coexistence of fae and humans. The idea that fae and humans were once sworn enemies, on opposite sides of black and white, is something that no one would ever have considered.

In a time long ago, when the world was still young, there was a war between the fae and the humans. The war had been long and brutal, going on for years as both sides suffered from immense casualties.

Lilia Vanrouge was a trusted general of the Fae King, who led his troops to consequent victories. He was unrivalled in both physical and magical power, summoning gusts of wind that would tear groups of soldiers to shreds. He became known as the Crimson Warrior, whose name was to be whispered in hushed tones and feared by all who opposed him. His enemies feared catching sight of his dark green armour that glinted in the sun with dried blood splattered all over it, his helmet resembling a fierce boar's head, and worse of all, his cold, unrelenting eyes as he cut down enemy after enemy that dared to face him.

The Crimson Warrior made a name for himself as a fearsome general, his exploits were told in taverns and around campfires, and his name was whispered in the halls of kings having earned countless medals for his contributions to their victory. His name would forever be engraved as a leading figure in fae history.

And yet, Lilia himself couldn’t find any of his achievements valiant.

No, when he thought of the war, all he could focus on was the chaotic and gruesome battlefields. The air thick with the acrid scent of smoke, the ground trembling beneath the feet of soldiers as they clashed in violent combat. The sky was dull, desolate, filled with the piercing screams of the wounded and the deafening roar of explosions.

On both sides, soldiers fought with fierce determination, their faces twisted in agony and determination as they clashed in brutal combat. Fae soldiers flew through the air, their wings beating rapidly as they rained down magic and arrows upon the human forces below while the humans fought on the ground, wielding swords and axes with deadly precision as they charged into battle. They were well-trained and well-equipped, but they were no match for the magic and agility of the fae. Still, the humans were determined, holding their ground despite their disadvantage and innovating strategies and exploiting the weaknesses of the fae.

The battlefield was a place of great suffering and loss, a stark reminder of the horrors of war.

He had seen too many families torn apart, too many children left orphaned, and too many lives destroyed. As the remorse continued to prick at his heart, he found himself becoming withdrawn and distant from his fellow fae, unable to find solace in the victory he had fought so hard for alongside his army. He thought about the innocent lives that had been lost, and he wondered if there was anything he could have done differently.

Subsequently, he found himself travelling across the land, seeking to make sense of everything that he had experienced, to see the world beyond where he was brought up. To avoid getting recognized, he disguised himself as a cute young child, travelling from village to village, often only staying for a short time before moving on.

He witnessed the devastation that the war had caused, the ruins of once lively villages now burnt to the ground. He witnessed firsthand the struggles of the people who were trying to rebuild their lives, soldiers who had lost their limbs trying desperately to find new purpose in life for their loved ones. But what surprised him most, was the resilience of the human spirit. He saw people of different backgrounds coming together to rebuild communities, the kindness and love families held for one another, and the hope that they had for the future.

Then, on a day he would forever remember, he overheard a hauntingly beautiful voice that seemed to call out to him on the borders of a village in the outskirts. He pursued the sound until he stumbled upon a curious human, weaving dozens of flower crowns while singing.

"I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream

I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam

And I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem

But if I know you, I know what you'll do

You'll love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream..."

The serene melody seemed to penetrate his soul, like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds in a storm, Lilia found himself completely enchanted. He stood there, transfixed, watching them as they sang with such beauty and grace, delicate movements weaving magnificent crowns.

Suddenly, they stopped singing, looking around them cautiously, having noticed someone's presence. Their darting eyes stopped as they lay upon the childlike figure. Their eyes filled with curiosity as they waved their hand to beckon him forward. As if his body had a mind of its own, he started stepping closer to the human.

"Hello, there little one." They knelt down to meet his eye level, and inquired, "What are you doing out here?"

"I... just happened to stumble upon your singing, and I couldn't help but come closer to listen." He answered meekly. "You sing beautifully..." He whispered as he felt himself blushing.

A soft giggle escaped their lips as a flush danced across their cheeks. "Why thank you..." A dazzling smile spread across their face. "What's your name, little one?"

"...Lilia." He answered without thinking. Names were important for Fae, for knowing one's name would grant them power over the other, and yet, Lilia felt that he didn't mind the human having power over him.

"Lilia...", they tested his name on their lips. "What a lovely name!" They gestured to the basket next to them, full of flower crowns. "Lilia, would you like to join me ? I'm making flower crowns for the children at the orphanage."

Lilia nodded, and sat down on the field next to them. The human began patiently teaching him how to make the intricate designs that they had mastered over years of practice. At first, he struggled to get the hang of it, fumbling over the delicate petals and stems. But the human didn't give up on him, gently guiding his hands and showing him the right way to hold the flowers. With their help, Lilia slowly began to improve and started to create elegant crowns himself.

Lilia couldn't help but be in awe of the grace with which they moved, quick fingers weaving the flowers with ease as they worked side by side, idly conversing. At that moment, he felt more content than he had in years.

But fate would not Lilia have a moment of peace, as a sudden gust of wind swept through the clearing, whipping his hood back and revealing his pointed fae ears. His companion gasped in surprise and shifted backwards.

"You... you're fae," they said in a quiet voice, trembling slightly.

Lilia's heart sank at the fear and distrust that pooled in their eyes. "Pease, don't be afraid! I mean you no harm."

They hesitated for a moment, but then they looked into his scarlet eyes and saw nothing but sincerity. Slowly, they reached their hand out.

"I believe you," they said softly, their hand gently petting his head. Lilia felt himself lean into their touch. "You don't seem like the others."

Lilia felt a rush of relief and gratitude flow through him, while a small part of his consciousness wondered if they would despise his true identity.

"Thank you... I promise, I will never harm you."

The human gently placed a flower crown on his head, hiding his pointed ears perfectly. "There. Now you won't need the hood." They stared for a bit, admiring their handiwork. "Would you like to stay with me at the orphanage? There are a few spare rooms that you can stay in. It must be difficult travelling so young..."

Lilia's eyes widened in surprise at their offer. He had expected them to turn him away once they had learned of his true nature, but instead, they were offering him a home.

"Are you sure that I wouldn't be bothersome?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I don't want to cause any trouble for you or the children."

The human shook their head, eyes determined. "You're not trouble, Lilia. You're a child, just like the others. And you deserve a safe place to live, just like they do."

With those words, Lilia once again felt the guilt of disguising himself prick at his heart. Still, he found himself wanting to stay with them, to continue to feel their warmth and kindness.

"Then, I'll be in your care." He says as he bows his head.

Lilia was grateful for the warm and welcoming atmosphere of the orphanage. He settled in quickly, helping out with chores and playing with the children, alleviating the burden on the caretaker and voluntarily taking up any laborious work that needed to be done. Occasionally, he would use his magic to help out around the orphanage, casting spells to fix broken toys or make the crops in the garden grow more plentifully. He made sure to keep his magic subtle, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself or make anyone feel uncomfortable.

As Lilia continued to spend time at the orphanage, he found himself increasingly drawn to the caretaker's warmth and compassion. He loved listening to them serenade the children night after night with lullabies that tenderly transported them to the land of dreams. He was amazed at how tirelessly they worked to take care of the children, always with a smile on their face and a kind word to offer.

Upon finishing their daily chores, they turned to Lilia and smiled. "Thank you for helping me, Lilia," they said. "I don't know what I'd do without you. Things have gone so much more smoothly since you came here."

Lilia felt a rush of gratitude wash over him. "It's my pleasure, Beastie," he replied, returning their smile, delighting in the giggle that resulted from the odd nickname that he settled on for them.

He couldn't help but feel a growing sense of attachment to the caretaker. He enjoyed their company, and found himself indulging in their smile and voice more and more with each passing day. The idea of a future with them, supporting each other and taking care of the children together settled nicely in his mind.

It was all wishful thinking though. Deep down, he knew that his identity as the Crimson Warrior would put them in danger. Briar Valley would not look lightly upon the former general developing such a close bond with a mere human.

Despite his own reasoning, against all logic, he yearned to live a normal life with them, content in spending his life with them.

The days slowly blurred into weeks, and from weeks to months. It had been half a year since Lilia had started helping out at the orphanage. He knew that he couldn't keep his secret hidden forever, especially with his attachment to the caretaker growing stronger each day, he couldn't bear to keep lying to them. So, while they walked together through the forest to watch the sunset, he took a deep breath and decided to tell them the truth.

"Beastie," he began, stopping in his tracks. "I have to tell you something."

They looked at him curiously, sensing the seriousness in his tone. "What is it?" They asked.

"I've been hiding something from you. I'm not a child," his voice soft and hesitant. "I..." he muttered, before taking a deep breath, "I am the Crimson Warrior, the Fae general that fought in the war against your kind."

They looked at him with surprise and confusion. "But... How...? You're so young..." They asked.

Lilia sighed as he closed his eyes and concentrated on transforming into his true form. The air around them grew colder, and a faint glow emanated from his body. When he opened his eyes, he was back in his true form, towering over his dear human. "I..." he said, now in a deeper, more mature-sounding voice. "I was afraid that if you knew the truth about me, you wouldn't accept me. And I didn't want to put you or the children in danger."

Their eyes widened in shock as they stepped back instinctively. "You... What? The Crimson Warrior... My father fought in that war..." They whispered in a trembling voice.

Lilia's heart sank as he realised the implications of their words. "Beastie... I'm so sorry. If I had known..."

But they held up a hand to stop him. "No, Lilia. You didn't know. And I can't judge you for what you did in the past."

His heart warmed as his dear human seemed to have kindness for him even in his true identity. "I have committed terrible sins in my past, things that I wish I could reverse. But... I want to make things right. I want to help your kind, and make up for the harm that I've caused." Tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at them with gratitude, "Beastie... Thank you... You were the one to help me realise my errors ..."

The human looked at him, taking in his words. They saw the pain and remorse in his eyes, and felt a sudden surge of compassion for him. "I believe you," they said softly, stepping closer to him, looking up and lifting a hand to brush away his tears. "I can see that you're not the same person you were back then. You're trying to change, and that's all that matters. We're all just trying to heal from the war. We can't change what's happened, but we can work towards a better future together."

Lilia felt a rush of relief wash over him, and he smiled at the human gratefully. "Thank you," he said, pulling them into an embrace. "Thank you for understanding."

They returned his embrace, their arms snugly wrapped around his larger frame. Savouring the warmth, Lilia pulled back slightly to see their face. Upon realising how close their faces were, the two blushed, before awkwardly pulling apart.

"Uhm... You should probably change back to your child form... It's about time we head back..." His human said bashfully.

Lilia's heart soared at their reaction, letting out a deep chuckle. "Fufu, you're right Beastie."

Upon reverting to his child form, they began walking back to the orphanage together, hand in hand.

Having discovered his true identity, the human found themselves drawn to Lilia more and more as the days went by. They couldn't help but admire the way he interacted with the children, and how patient and caring he was towards them. They noticed the way his eyes shone like rubies when he smiled, and how his voice seemed to soothe the children when they were upset.

The two had agreed for Lilia to only show his true form at night, just to be safe from anyone who might catch a glimpse of his identity. As a result, the human found themselves looking forward to the tranquil nights, as Lilia would gently serenade the children with his lullabies, his deep voice calming and enchanting.

Once the night grew late and the children finally drifted off to sleep, they would sit in the kitchen, enjoying a cup of tea as they readied themselves for the end of the day. The human yawned and stretched their arms, finding themselves feeling particularly exhausted. It had indeed been a hectic day, one of the children had found some paint and decided to have a little fun, only for it to end up all over the walls and furniture of the room.

They rubbed their eyes to stay awake just a little bit longer, but it was no match for the fatigue that built up in them as they began dozing off in their chair.

Lilia noticed their struggle and without a word, lifted them carefully in his arms, their head resting on his chest, feeling the warmth of his body and the strength of his embrace. His human was startled by his sudden movement and they looked up at him. They couldn't help but stare in awe at his ethereal beauty. His pointed ears, sharp features, and the striking pools of red so alike roses were mesmerising to them.

Lilia carried them to their bedroom in the corner of the orphanage and gently laid them down on the bed, tucking them in with a blanket. His hand lingered on their cheek as he leaned in to give them a gentle kiss on their forehead.

"I love you, Beastie," he whispered softly, thinking they were already asleep.

But to his surprise, their eyes fluttered open, staring at him in shock. "What did you say?" they asked, their voice barely above a whisper.

Lilia felt his heart skip a beat, realising that he had just revealed his true feelings to them. He took a deep breath and met their gaze, his eyes filled with sincerity. His expression softened as he leaned closer, his hand brushing a strand of hair away from their face. "I said... I love you," he repeated, his voice quiet but firm. "I know it may sound sudden, but I've been holding back my feelings for far too long. I care for you deeply, and I want to be with you."

The human's heart swelled with emotion, and they felt tears welling up in their eyes. They had grown to care for Lilia deeply over the time they spent together, and even more so after learning the truth, but they never expected him to feel the same way. They reached up and cupped his hand on their cheek, squeezing it gently.

"I love you too, Lilia," they said, their voice filled with warmth and tenderness. "I want to be with you, too."

Lilia's eyes widened in surprise, having never expected them to feel the same way about him, but hearing their confession filled him with a sense of joy he had never experienced before. Without another word, he leaned in and pressed his lips to theirs in a gentle kiss. It was the start of a new chapter in their relationship, one filled with love, trust, and a newfound sense of happiness.

As they pulled away, Lilia gazed at them with affection and admiration. "I can't promise that everything will be easy," he said, his voice soft and sincere. "but I can promise that I will always be honest with you and do my best to make you happy. I promise to always cherish you and love you with all my heart."

His beloved smiled back at him, feeling their heart overflow with happiness and contentment. "I know you will," they said, their voice filled with love. "That's all I could ever ask for."

Lilia's eyes widened in surprise, but then a smile slowly spread across his face. He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to their forehead.

"Thank you, Beastie," he murmured. "Thank you for giving me hope again."

Lilia Vanrouge had found his star, his bright, brilliant star that could light up the forlorn darkness.

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oc-porn · 2 years ago

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Thomas x sub top M!Reader

WARNING: Smut, alcohol consumption, decapitation, mentions of pedophilia, vaginal sex, degradation, leash & collar, chest play

You walked through the cold, snowy wasteland, hoping to find the beast no human dared to disturb. The Frost Giant. You'd heard tales and songs about the beast. About how his white fur glistened like snow, about how one look into his ice blue eyes could freeze a thousand men. According to antient stories, not even a hundred armies could defeat the beast and it still lurked in the coldest place on earth, one where no human dared to enter. You, being the brave man you are, entered the icy haven, you planned to bring the head of the beast to your village.

After hours of looking, you'd find a large cave. 'This is where the beast must be.' You thought to yourself as you entered the dark, stone cave. There were runes everywhere, it was warm. You'd thought those runes might have something to do with it.. You looked around the cave, there were many crystals and even stolen items. There were the dresses of maidens who'd try to defeat the mighty frost giant, ripped and frozen on the floor. There were skulls and it reeked of death. You decided to look around, feeling the smooth cave walls under your hands as you moved through the cave. It was then you heard a loud crash and scream in the distance. You wielded your sword of silver and walked into the darkest part of the cave.

You followed the sounds of the screaming, a light up ahead. you saw two men. Confused, you hid behind the wall. You watched as a tall, thin man with white hair, Juggalo face paint, and elf ears beat an older, fat man to a pulp, calling the old guy every name under the sun. You looked at the man in face paint, his white hair had fallen into his face. He looked angry. You sighed as you began to walk out, thinking you'd found the wrong cave until the man screamed for mercy from the.. frost giant? you whipped around and there was a wolf, tall as a castle where the Juggalo once stood. The icy claws of the beast raising and about to slash the man before you foolishly stepped in, sword in front of you.

"Mighty Frost Giant.." You started as the wolf lowered its claw. "How could you kill an innocent man?" You asked. You saw the wolf turn back into the Juggalo, now completely naked. He didn't have a cock, which surprised you, but you still held your ground. The man cackled, wiping a faux tear from his eye. "You think this man is innocent?" He asked, his voice cold and gruff. He had a British accent and his voice was laced with malice. "I saw him lay with a child. Where's the innocence in that, foolish human?" Stated the tall man. You looked back at the beaten man and that's when you recognized him as a sex offender who'd been released from prison a week ago and went missing. You lowered your sword and looked to the naked man once more. He had his arms crossed as he smirked, you could see a gap in his teeth and on was chipped.. it was kind of cute.

"Are you going to kill me too?" You asked, fear suddenly surging through your veins. "I may, you come here, pull a sword on me and accuse he of torturing an innocent man." Listed the werewolf. He got closer, towering over you. "Then again.. you are kind of cute.." He thought out loud, making your face redden. He touched your cheek, skin as cold as death, making you flinch a little bit. You looked into his eyes, his pupils mismatched, one looked like that of a cats, slim as a toothpick, and the other was circular, like a wolf's. His irises were purple as lilacs, drawing you in. You were lost in his eyes, not realizing you were staring until he'd turn away.

He grabbed a large axe and swung it hard and fast, you ducked. You felt something roll next to your foot. You looked and saw the severed head of the man who was once behind you, There, a look of shock frozen upon his face as he looked you dead in the eye. The Juggalo looked proud pf what he'd done and put his axe back on it's stand attached to the wall. He turned on his heel and walked out, you foolishly following close behind. He brought you into a bedroom, a stone door losing behind you as you two walked in. He sat in an office chair, manspreading. You got a full view of the man's cunt when you sat upon his bed. You couldn't help but stare at his body.

"Are you here for my head?" He asked, getting a couple glasses of wine for the two of you. You reluctantly nodded after taking a sip of the alcohol. He rolled his eyes. "Well, you'd need to do better than a flimsy, silver sword." He drank. He looked you up and down and set his glass down, getting up and eyeing you. "Stupid, little, pathetic human." He spat, stopping in front of you. He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you to the ground, stepping on you. "Little boy thinks he can hurt me?" He cackled and kicked you in the face before sitting back down and manspreading.

You didn't know why, but you had the urge to obey the werewolf, you wanted to please him. You crawled over and put your head on the chair, in between his knees. He smirked as he felt you put your head on his chair. "Pathetic." He said, anger and lust filling his eyes. You felt yourself twitch at the name. You whined when he got up, and watched as he left the room. He soon came back though, his face paint washed off. He had a leash and collar. You watched as he slipped the collar over your head and tightened it. He attached the leash as he went to manspread upon his chair once more.

He yanked the leash, pulling you towards his dripping cunt. "Lick it." He demanded. You obeyed him, licking the area, earning a small, pleasured groan from him. He pet you gently, nibbling his lip. "That's a good doggy~" He groaned. You kept licking him, you licked his clit and felt him jolt a little and start moaning. "Why don't we see what the cock can do.. huh? You stupid, little whore." He growled the name and pulled you to his bed, picking you up and throwing you. He pinned you down and kissed you hard, his lips chapped and cold.

He soon pulled back, earning a pathetic whine from you, a string of saliva the only thing connecting the two of you. He snorted at your whine and shook his head before kissing your neck gently, fondling with your nipples under your shirt. You moaned softly and felt him start stripping you, licking a line up your stomach. He unzipped your pants with his teeth after unbuttoning them and took them off. You were extremely hard, your cock longing to be free. He slowly pulled back your underwear and out sprang your cock, leaking precum atop your stomach.

The man smirked at your size and gently ran his fingers along the prominent veins on your cock. He spat on it, jerking it for a little and got into position, shoving himself down your shaft and moaning loudly. You bit your lip and groaned at his tightness, surprised he didn't need to prep himself. He rode you hard and fast, his cold pussy feeling orgasmic on your warm cock. The trans werewolf's cunt was so wet and easy to fuck, you loved it. After about thirty minutes and 4 cumshots later he finally cam with a loud moan. That night was restless, you two went for several rounds after that.

The next day you awoke to the smell of bacon. You looked at yourself and saw you and the bedsheets were clean. You then looked around and saw a pile of folded clothes with a note that read; 'Once you're done getting dressed come downstairs for breakfast, XX, Thomas.' You smiled at the note and even more that you finally knew the man's name. 'Thomas'.. It rang in your head a couple of times before you snapped out of it and got dressed. You went to the open door and walked through, stepping carefully down the stony stairs. soon you got into a cozy living room area. It was attached to the kitchen and dining room. You could see Thomas, fully dressed and cooking. You wrapped your arms around the taller's hips and kissed his shoulder blade. The turned to you and smiled. "Come, let's sit." He said. You went to sit down and he gave you some food, which you happily ate.

Later, you two decided to watch TV. You were on his chest, cuddled up under a warm blanket as you watched 'Friday The 13th'. Every time you'd jump, he would kiss your head and rub your back gently, laughing softly. You two spent the rest of the day cuddling happily, just enjoying each others company.

#OC x male reader #Smut #gay #transmasc #trans #oc smut #some fluff #werewolf x human #sub male reader #male reader smut #top male reader #dom character

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nico-di-genova · 1 year ago

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Something about Kili and Fili being able to laugh over the idea of orcs. Telling Bilbo exaggerated tales and giggling when he looks genuinely terrified. Because Thorin has given up everything to protect them. Sure, he’s told them heroes tales where he is the mighty Oakenshield who struck down the biggest orc. He’s played pretend with the boys and took his fair share of hits from a stick that Kili was brandishing as a sword. But they haven’t truly understood the bloodshed. They haven’t seen battle, real battle, because Thorin would give anything for them to keep their innocence just a little while longer.

Kili was a boy who cried over skinned knees and Fili’s teasing. But he would never know the gnawing hunger that comes when there isn’t enough food. Thorin would go days without eating just to ensure that. Fili saw the whispered conversations between his mother and his uncle, the worried looks they would share when they thought the boys were asleep, but he would never go cold because his mother would give him her own coat just to shelter him from the winter wind. They would grow up in the care and comfort of two people who would have given them the world were it in their power to do so.

And Fili dreams of one day joining his uncle, fighting alongside him just as his father once did. He learns to wield a sword, an ax, learns the value of a dagger when all else fails. He won’t let Kili practice with him, because he cannot stomach the thought of his baby brother beside him in battle. For as much as Uncle Thorin has tried to hide the truth from him, Fili has still caught glimpses of the grief that wracks him. He’s seen the marks that a lifetime of war has left on his uncle, and he will not allow Kili to face the same pain.

And so Kili teaches himself. After all, there is no world where he will leave his brother’s side, they are a package deal. He begs his mother for a bow and arrow. Just a toy one. Until the woman finally caves and both her boys vanish for hours at a time, off in different parts of the wood, training for the day that they can prove themselves to the man they’ve looked up to since they were old enough to walk. The man who gave up his own safety and security so that Kili and Fili could still be boys for just a short while.

And in the end none of it matters. Because Fili could not protect his brother from the horror and pain of a injury more grave than a skinned knee. And Kili could not save his brother from the Orcs who had once just been a fantasy. They’re not children play-fighting with their uncle, and Thorin could not keep them safe, not forever.

#something about the tragedy of the line of durin #and dis being left waiting for all her boys to come home #when none of them will #it just messes me up a lot 😭#kili #fili #thorin #the line of durin #the hobbit #lotr #tolkein

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tortellini-bandit · 8 months ago

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- Oh My God They Were Roommates: Chapter 2

Word count: ~4.2k

Description: Henry tells Pez what’s going on. Alex and Henry have sex for the first time

Edited by: @morbific-or-felicific

Chapter 2

“Kill him, kill him, kill him!”

“I’m not going to kill him, you soulless demon. What if he has a wife and kids?”

“Oh, so it has to be a wife, huh? Why can’t he have a husband?” Alex scoffs. “Homophobic much?”

“Alex,” Henry says slowly, like he’s explaining basic math to a small child. “I’m gay.”

“Sounds like an excuse to me.” Alex turns back to the screen, the fluorescent light from the TV glinting off his glasses, and distracting Henry for perhaps a moment too long. “Come on, look what you’ve done, he’s getting away!”

Henry sighs, also turning back to face their television.

Recently, Alex has taken to attempting to get Henry to play some sort of video game called “Skyrim”. Which, from what Henry’s gathered so far, involves running around mindlessly and attempting to find civilians to kill with a very large axe.

For the next hour and a half, Alex continues to get him to commit several war crimes. Henry continues to refuse to hurt any innocent people. Alex is getting progressively more frustrated with Henry about this. And every once in a while, Henry will find out a useful bit of information.

“Why didn’t you tell me you can wield magic in this bloody game? You should have led with that!”

“Because magic is lame compared to that two-handed battle axe you’ve got in your hands right now.”

“Magic is not lame-”

That argument goes on for a while. It ends in Henry’s triumph when he threatens to stop playing altogether if Alex doesn’t let him wield magic instead. He feels rather smug about it.

Henry’s relationship with Alex hasn’t changed since they fucked in their kitchen two weeks ago.

Alex still makes Henry a cup of Orange Pekoe with a splash of cream when he makes his coffee in the morning. He still falls asleep halfway through truly horrible comedy movies he spent half an hour convincing Henry to watch with him. He still sends Henry Instagram reels at all ungodly hours of the night and day, even when Henry is sitting in the same room as him. He still leaves lists, most of them completely unintelligible, scattered about their flat for Henry to collect and place in a neat pile on Alex’s desk. Still places a pillow under his head and a blanket over him when Henry falls asleep on the couch, reading, at 3:00am because he couldn’t fall asleep in his cold, lonely room. He still plucks the book carefully from Henry’s slack grip, marking his page, and setting it on the coffee table.

Well, nothing’s changed except now sometimes Alex will slide off the sofa during their movie nights, unbuckling Henry’s belt, and taking half of him in his mouth at once. He’ll bring Henry right to the edge over and over for what feels like hours, not letting him fall over it until he’s writhing on the sofa, crying and begging, movie long forgotten. Only then will Alex finally let Henry spill down his throat. He’ll open his mouth, showing Henry his cum on his tongue. And then he’ll make Henry thank him.

Nothing’s changed except now sometimes when Henry comes home, stressed and tense after a long day, Alex will put him on his knees. Will fuck his face, will pull his hair a little too roughly and squeeze the sides of his throat until he’s choking and gasping for air. He’ll call him a whore for enjoying it. And Henry’s mind will go blissfully blank for the first time all day.

Nothing’s changed except now Henry has gotten a taste of what it would be like to have Alex. Have all of him the way he wants him.

Nothing’s changed except now Henry can no longer shove down his emotions as easily as he could before. He finds himself staring at Alex more and more often. Expression open and raw, before he catches himself, schooling his features and forcing his gaze back to what he’s supposed to be focused on. His book. His essay. The breakfast he’s making.

“Hey, dude, I don’t mean to complain when you’re cooking for me and everything. But those eggs are looking a little… black.”

Henry startles, looking back down at the pan on the stove and realizing that Alex is right. What he’s been pushing mindlessly around in the pan now resembles a charred mess more than it resembles scrambled eggs.

“Damn,” Henry swears, turning the stove off and removing the skillet from the burner. He stares ruefully at the blackened eggs, unable to meet Alex’s eyes. He didn’t miss the way Alex called him “dude” before. Like they’re just friends. Like they’re “bros”. Like Henry doesn’t know how Alex tastes. Like Henry doesn’t know the exact cadence of Alex’s breaths right before he comes. Like Henry can’t still feel the bruises on his inner thighs that Alex hasn’t let heal since he gave them to him.

Like Henry hasn’t been in love with him since he was nineteen.

“You seem distracted lately, sweetheart.” Alex’s lean body presses against Henry’s from behind, his arms wrapping around his waist. He can feel the small rise and fall of Alex’s chest with his breaths. Can feel his warmth through the fabric of their shirts. Henry shifts, leaning his body back against Alex’s, closing his eyes, relishing the small comfort.

In these moments, Henry can almost pretend that Alex actually wants him too. Can almost pretend they live together because they want to, not because rent is cheaper this way. That Alex wants him, and only him. That Alex isn’t just using him as a body to warm his bed because it’s convenient. At least until he finds someone he actually wants to spend his life with.

“Just tired. You know how I get when finals are coming up.”

Alex hums, pressing his lips into the spot in between Henry’s shoulder blades.

He suppresses a shiver.

After a long moment, Alex pulls away. “Come on, we can still get breakfast on the way if we leave now.” Alex looks mournfully at what was supposed to be their breakfast. “And perhaps pick up a new skillet.”

“Sod off.” Henry shoves at him playfully. “I absolutely did not ruin our frying pan. It just needs to be washed.”

“If by ‘washed’, you mean ‘thrown out entirely’, then yes, I completely agree.”

Henry rolls his eyes, but he knows the gesture comes across more fond than anything.

***

“My darling Hazza.”

Henry sighs.

“Do you mean to tell me that you’ve been letting our dear Alexander bend you over every possible surface of that sad excuse for a flat for two weeks, and you’re just telling me now?” Pez screeches.

Henry winces. “Technically speaking, he hasn’t bent me over any surfaces. We haven’t done anything past blowjobs.”

“You know better than to think I’ll let you off the hook on a technicality.” Pez’s voice comes out so high pitched that Henry is impressed it didn’t crack.

“See,” Henry exhales, suddenly very tired, “this is why I didn’t want to tell you. Because I knew you’d overreact.”

“Overreact?” Pez looks like he’s fighting the urge to strangle Henry. Henry can’t really blame him. He’s also had the urge to strangle himself quite frequently these past few weeks.

“Mate, you’re having ‘casual, no strings’ sex with the man you’ve been in love with since the moment you laid eyes on. And that’s not even mentioning the fact that you bloody live with him! What are you going to do when all of this inevitably goes down in flames?” Pez throws up his hands in frustration.

“I don’t know, okay?” he snaps. He pushes himself angrily to his feet, going to stand by the window, watching the snow flutter gently to the ground, illuminated by the halos of light cast from the streetlamps.

“I don’t know,” he says quieter.

“Haz.” Pez comes to stand beside him, voice softer this time. It’s lost its sharp edge of frustration, replaced by something else.

Pity maybe. 

“I think you should break it off now, before this has a chance to hurt you any more than it already has.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not? Can’t you see what this is doing to you?” Pez implores.

“I can’t, alright?” Henry’s almost yelling now. “I can’t because this is as close as I’m going to get to having him.” He draws in a shaky breath. “He’s going to move on, he’s going to find somebody else, and this will all just be an amusing memory he looks back on sometimes, but for me.” He pauses for a moment, collecting himself, fighting the sting in his eyes. “But for me, this is everything. I would never forgive myself if I gave this up just to save myself a little pain.” Henry can feel Pez’s eyes on him, but he stares resolutely out the window.

The snow has picked up little, falling in delicate bunches rather than individual snowflakes. “Because right now I can pretend that this is more than it is. And that’s worth more to me than trying to protect myself from any future heartbreak.”

Pez stares at him for a long moment before finally speaking. “Then I think you should tell him how you feel.”

Henry whips his head around at that, staring incredulously at his best friend.

“I think he might surprise you,” Pez says gently.

“No. No, he won’t surprise me. He’ll stop whatever this is immediately. He’ll conveniently never have time for our movie nights anymore. He’ll start to look at me with pity in his eyes. ‘Poor Henry fell in love with his best friend who will never feel the same.’ And what if he moves out to try to make it less awkward between us? I’ll never see him again. I’ll lose any part of him I ever had.” Henry hangs his head.

“Oh, Henry.”

In the hollow silence that follows, Henry knows he’s right.

***

When Henry walks through the door of their flat, shoulders curled inward on himself, eyes downcast, melted snow dripping from his hair, Alex is by his side in an instant. “Baby. What’s wrong?”

Henry’s heart soars in its metal cage at the nickname.

“Nothing. It’s just– it’s nothing.”

Alex’s hand starts rubbing soothing circles over Henry’s shoulder. “Do you want me to make you some tea? Or we can get wine drunk and blast music; fuck the neighbours.” Alex tilts Henry’s chin up with gentle fingers, forcing him to look into his kind eyes. “Tell me what I can do.”

Henry juts his chin out, meeting Alex’s steady gaze, and says what he’s wanted to say for years.

“Fuck me.”

Alex’s eyes dart back and forth between Henry’s, searching for any sign of doubt. “Are you sure?”

Henry almost laughs. There’s very little else he’s more sure of than this. “Yes. Please, Alex. I�� I need this.”

“Fuck, okay, yes. Yes, of course I’ll fuck you, baby.” Alex gently cradles the side of his face with his warm hand.

“I– I need you to be rough,” Henry tells him. “I need you to use me. So I don’t have to think.” He pauses. “Please, Alex.”

Alex’s pupils dilate, expression changing. Shifting into something less kind. Something crueler. “Yeah? You want me to put you on your back and give you a good fucking, princess? Split you open on my cock until you forget every word that’s not my name?”

“Yes,” Henry breathes.

“Yes, what?” Alex snaps.

A bolt of lightning shoots up the length of Henry’s spine. “Yes, sir.”

Alex smirks. “Such a good little slut.”

Henry shatters.

Alex lets his hand fall, taking a step back. His eyes languidly travel the length of Henry’s body, deliberating. “I want you on your bed,” Alex says. “Waiting for me come fuck you.”

Henry’s breath hitches. He nods.

“And if you touch yourself before I get there.” Alex’s eyes narrow. “Then you don’t get to come. I’ll fuck you open, and then leave you desperate and alone. Begging for more. Understood?” 

Henry nods again.

“Good.” He jerks his head in the direction of Henry’s bedroom.

Henry steps out of his shoes, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it on the hook. Alex lazily tracks his movements. Then Henry walks off down the hall without a backwards glance. Leaving Alex to stare after him.

One he’s in his room, he strips down to his boxers, folding his clothes and placing them neatly on his desk chair. Impossibly, he’s already half hard. From the way Alex had looked at him. From the anticipation of what’s to come. He lays on the bed, propped against his pillows, watching the door. He aches to wrap a hand around himself, to take the edge off, but Alex’s warning rings in his ears, stopping him.

He isn’t kept waiting long. When Alex walks through the door, forgoing knocking, he’s holding a condom, a bottle of lube, and– a length of rope. Alex’s eyes glint with something bright and dangerous when he sees Henry’s gaze linger on the rope.

Henry’s no stranger to being tied up, but this rope is rather thin. The kind that will dig painfully into his wrists if he pulls too hard. The kind that will leave marks tomorrow. If he’s lucky.

“Having second thoughts, princess?” Alex taunts. His tone is mocking, but Henry can hear the genuine question underneath. He’s giving Henry an out. Even though he’s the one who asked Alex to fuck him. To use him. Like he’s nothing more than Alex’s personal plaything.

Henry shakes his head. “No.”

“Good.” Alex’s smirk returns. It’s a little crooked and positively lethal. Henry wants to sear the image into his mind.

Alex approaches the bed, setting the condom and the lube on the night stand, but keeping the rope. Henry lifts his arms above his head, bracing them near the headboard, staring up at Alex expectantly.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Alex breathes.

Henry’s heart stutters in his chest.

The bed dips when Alex braces his knee against the edge, leaning over Henry to tie his wrists. The rope is surprisingly smooth against his skin as Alex ties practiced loops, pulling them taut. The knots is just this side of too tight, so Henry knows there will likely be bruises tomorrow. He’ll probably have to wear a long sleeve shirt to cover them.

He doesn’t want to. He wants to show them off. He wants the world to see. Wants everyone to know that Henry was tied to headboard and used. Wants them to know it was Alex who gave him these bruises.

Alex, who has the body of an Olympic swimmer. Alex, with his infectious laugh. Alex, with his perfect curls he spends half an hour styling every morning. Alex, with his adorable glasses he refuses to wear to class, but insists on wearing when he’s playing video games because it ‘enhances the experience.’ Alex, who could have anyone, but who chose Henry.

For now.

Alex climbs onto the bed, hovering over Henry, arms braced on either side of him. He leans down, and for one utterly insane moment, Henry thinks Alex is about to kiss him. He doesn’t, of course. They don’t do that. Instead, he moves higher, and Henry gasps when he feels Alex’s warm tongue tracing patterns just below the delicate skin of his wrists. It takes him a moment to realize that Alex is tracking the path of his veins with his tongue.

“Alex, please.”

“Did I say you could talk?” Teeth dig painfully into his forearm. “Do you need me to gag you just to make you behave?” Alex soothes over his mark with his tongue. An apology.

A shiver runs the length of Henry’s spine, and he shakes his head, not making the mistake of speaking out of turn again.

He wonders if Alex would actually gag him. He wonders what else Alex might do if he talked back. If he was a brat. But that’s something to test another time.

***

“Fuck, Henry. You’re so tight.”

Henry gasps at the stretch, suddenly overwhelmed when he feels Alex push into him in one long, slow movement. So much bigger than his fingers. He writhes on the bed, instinctually pulling at his restraints, but they don’t so much as budge. The thin rope digs into his skin, and he almost moans at the dull sting.

Alex stops when he bottoms out, giving him a moment to adjust. His curls are falling into his eyes, and Henry aches to push them out of his face, but he can’t. So, instead, he settles for watching the pleasure painting Alex’s beautiful features, and the strain of his arm muscles from where he’s hovering over Henry, keeping most of his weight off. Henry almost wishes he wouldn’t.

He wants him closer, though he knows that’s physically impossible right now. But it doesn’t stop him from wanting Alex to break open his chest and make a home for himself, curled around Henry’s pathetic little heart.

He gives Alex a small nod, almost imperceptible if you weren’t looking for it, but Alex sees and understands.

He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in.

Henry almost blacks out from the intense combination of pleasure and pain, hands scrabbling for purchase against the headboard.

Alex starts to build a brutal, punishing rhythm, the bed banging unceremoniously against the wall. And for one, hysterical moment, he worries about the neighbours. Within the next moment, he isn’t thinking much about anything.

“Ngh–” A strangled moan is torn from his lips.

“God, Henry, you’re so, ah, desperate for it, aren’t you? Desperate for me to fuck your slutty little hole, aren’t you?” Alex rakes his blunt nails down Henry’s side, and he cries out. “Use your words, princess.”

“Yes, yes! I need you. Need your cock. Harder, please,” he begs.

“Fuck, you’re such a perfect little cockslut. Just for me, isn’t that, ah, right, princess?”

Henry’s back arches off the bed, very nearly coming from those words alone.

Yes! Yes, yours. Only ever yours.

“I’m going to wreck you for anyone else. No one’s ever gonna be able to fuck you like I can.” As if proving his point, he changes his angle, hitting that spot he was purposefully avoiding before.

“God, yes.” Henry’s tongue lolls out of his mouth, and stars explode behind his eyes. He’s pretty sure he’s drooling onto his pillows. His cock is red and angry and weeping where it’s trapped between their bodies, and the small friction in the drag of Alex’s body against his is everything.

His body feels like a livewire. Every sensation, every filthy word coming out of Alex’s perfect mouth feels magnified, somehow. But he also feels like if he moves the wrong way, he might shatter.

“Look at you, princess.” Alex’s thumb catches on the tip of Henry’s cock, smearing precum. “You’re so wet.” Alex *fists his cock, too hard, and Henry cries out, thrashing. His body trying to get away from the overwhelming stimulation, but his restraints, and Alex’s strong, warm hands keep him firmly in place.

“Please, Alex,” Henry whines.

“Please what, sweetheart?” Alex flicks his wrist, and Henry arches into his touch. “Please fuck you so hard you’re limping for a week?” A particularly hard thrust sends Henry’s thoughts scattering from his mind, and he’s too slow to catch them. “Answer me.”

“I–I don’t, ngh–”

“Please give you a collar of pretty bruises so everyone knows that you’re mine?” Alex grabs a fistful of Henry’s hair, yanking his head back, forcing him to meet Alex’s dark gaze. Mine to fuck.” Another hard thrust. “Mine to use.” Another. “Mine.”

Yes, yes, yes!

“Christ, I’m gonna– Alex, I’m gonna–”

Alex squeezes the base of his cock, effectively stopping his building orgasm. Henry cries at the loss.

Alex draws his mouth up right next to Henry’s ear. “You don’t get to come until I say you can.” Alex’s voice is quiet, dangerous. It makes Henry want to record it so he can listen to it again and again, long after their little arrangement has ended. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir.” Henry voice sounds pitiful, even to his own ears.

Alex smirks. “Good.” He changes his angle again, somehow managing to get deeper than before. “Good bitch.”

“God, Alex, you’re, ngh, so big.” Henry can barely string two thoughts together anymore. Too lost in the feeling of being fucked open like this, of being forced to just take it. He can practically feel Alex in his throat.

“Fuck, princess, I’m, ah, close.” Alex attaches his lips to Henry’s collarbone, sucking at Henry’s skin like his goal is to leave a bruise so dark, Henry couldn’t possibly hide it. His hands are leaving bruises in the shapes of his fingerprints, and he’s making good on his promise to give Henry a necklace of bruises.

Alex wraps his hand around Henry’s cock again, strokes fast and rough, and electricity sparks at the contact.

“Yes, god, yes! Please. Let me come, I need, ngh, to come.”

“God, you’re so pretty when you’re begging for it.”

“Alex–”

“Open your mouth for me, baby.”

Henry blinks, uncomprehending, and Alex wrenches his head back with his tight grip curled around Henry’s hair. “I said open your mouth.”

Henry complies, and Alex flashes his teeth in a cruel grin before spitting in his mouth. Henry gasps, eyes rolling back in his head. His whole body shudders, and he wants. Wants to taste Alex’s lips against his. Wants to feel his tongue in his mouth. Wants Alex to bite at his lips until he tastes copper. Wants Alex to want him.

“Swallow.”

Henry shudders, swallowing Alex’s spit in his mouth.

Removes his hand from Henry’s hair, wrapping it around Henry’s dick, now slick with Henry’s precum, and his cock is nailing his sweet spot with almost every thrust. Henry knows he’s letting out little whimpers and moans, but he’s so close to the edge, if Alex doesn’t let him come, he’ll shatter underneath him.

“Fuck, fuck, Henry, I’m gonna come.” Alex’s breaths are coming in a staccato. He scratches his blunt nails roughly across Henry’s scalp, fucks into him once, twice, three times, and comes. Henry doesn’t think he’s wanted anything more than he wants there not to be a condom separating them; he wants to feel Alex, hot inside him.

Alex fucks Henry slowly through the aftershocks, still stroking him lazily, and Henry sobs at still being denied his release, unsure how much more he can take.

Then. “Come for me, princess.”

Henry cries as he comes, vision going white, streaking his cum across his stomach and Alex’s abdomen. He thinks he even feels some up by his chest.

Alex continues to stroke him until he’s whining and trembling and fighting to get away from the overstimulation.

When Henry comes back to himself, he notices Alex is staring down at him and stroking his hair softly. The expression on Alex’s face makes him look away. He looks– he looks like he’s never seen anything as beautiful as what he’s looking at right now. Henry can’t bear to look at him, not knowing it doesn’t mean anything. Knowing it’s just the post-orgasm haze.

Alex doesn’t say anything, just stares at Henry for a moment longer, and then starts to move. He pulls out slowly, placing a gentle kiss to his temple when he notices Henry’s grimace of discomfort. He ties the condom off and tosses it in the bin and shuffles up the bed, leaning over Henry to untie him.

When he’s free, Henry sits up, bringing his wrists to his face, examining the damage. There’s definitely a little bruising, though it’s not nearly as bad as it could have been, and there’s no rope burn. He’s rubbing his wrists, trying to soothe the tender ache when Alex gets up and leaves.

Henry’s not really sure why he’s surprised. They’re not dating. Alex doesn’t owe him anything. He asked Alex to fuck him, and he did. He shouldn’t have expected anything more.

A minute later, Alex returns, a warm, wet cloth in his hand, and a soft smile on his face. Shame floods Henry’s body. Of course Alex wouldn’t just leave someone after something like this. That’s not who Alex is.

Henry offers him his own shaky smile in return.

“You made quite the mess here, Your Highness.” Alex gestures to Henry’s cum that’s cooling on his stomach.

“All for you, dear.”

Alex tips his head back and laughs. A real laugh. Not the one he uses when he’s trying to charm someone, or flirt his way into getting what he wants. Henry watches the elegant column of his throat, his Adams apple bobbing.

Alex uses the cloth to gently wipe away Henry’s cum, and Henry hisses when he reaches his sensitive cock. Alex kisses over his hip bones in apology.

When he’s done, he stretches out on Henry’s bed like he owns it, smiling sleepily at him.

“Are you coming to bed, Your Highness?”

“It’s my bed, you insolent arse.”

“Exactly.” Alex grins

Henry exhales a long breath, gets up to flick off the light, pulls on a pair of boxers, then lays down, somewhat stiffly, next to Alex. He’s not entirely sure why Alex isn’t leaving to go back to his own room. But then Alex sighs contentedly and slings an arm across Henry’s waist before promptly falling asleep, snoring in his ear. Leaving Henry to stare at the ceiling, and wonder if he’ll still be here in the morning.

Eventually, some hours later, he falls asleep too.

#alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #firstprince #firstprince fic #henry x alex #red white and royal blue #red white and royal blue fanfiction #rwrb fic #rwrb #full fic

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year ago

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Can we get cute berserker reader with one piece characters?

Basically like thw name reader is an absolute cupcake with the strength of a dozen giants and a pension for bloodlust with large mystical battle axes that only she can really pick up.

If you're someone that she holds dearly within her heart, than you will never meet harm again not while she's around

But beware when you act stupid cause she's got a mean right hook!

-Your crew adored you, and you adored them, considering them to be your family, and you would protect your family with everything you have in you.

-This is what made you so dangerous, you didn’t look dangerous, you looked like a ray of sunshine mixed with a cupcake- you were adorable and so huggable looking!!

-However, the two-handed battle axe you carried, that is an ancient weapon that only you can lift, something to do with a legend on the axe that only the one who is worthy to lift it, can, is a good indicator you’re not to be trifled with.

-You were one of the strongest members of the Straw-Hat crew, but you were considered a wild card, usually meant for distractions or if you all needed to get somewhere as quickly as possible, you were able to clear a path.

-Luffy adored you, you were like him in a lot of ways, only you had more than a half a brain cell, you were a think first type of person, unless if one of your crew got hurt, then you were a charge headfirst sort of person. The two of you were like siblings almost, Luffy could cuddle you to his heart’s content and Sanji wouldn’t get mad, as he knew of your relationship with each other.

-Zoro was someone you trained against a lot as you could actually give him a challenge, and he could give you one. However, the two of you weren’t able to go all out on each other all the time, unless if you were off of the ship, as neither one of you wanted to get yelled at by Nami again.

-Speaking of Nami, she loved you to pieces, she found it adorable that you were so strong but looked like such an innocent cupcake. She loved to go shopping with you as the two of you loved to play dress up.

-Usopp was a gremlin with you, he would tell others, enemies, that you were a dangerous warrior that could easily take on armies by yourself, however, many know that he’s a liar and think that he is bluffing, until you lay waste to them all. The two of you loved tricking others like that, it was always amusing.

-Sanji adored you, because you would actually cuddle him, as you loved hugging those you cared about, and he could die happily in your arms. Even though you can easily handle yourself, Sanji is very chivalrous with you, kicking enemies away, telling them not to hurt his beloved Y/N!!

-Chopper was one that you would constantly cuddle with, something he didn’t mind, especially while he was researching, as you would just sit there quietly while holding him on your lap. He can always rely on you and if he calls your name in battle you’re right there to save and protect him.

-Robin found you to be a very funny person, your looks didn’t match your strength, and she loved seeing the shock and surprise on the faces of others when you would show off your true power. You were warm and cheerful with her and the two of you could discuss books over tea and cakes for hours.

-You and Franky got along great, as you would use your strength to help him make repairs on the ship, and he loved that you were a berserker, finding it hysterical when you would charge in wielding your axe while wearing a frilly dress, you were the definition of SUPER!!

-Nami had to whack you on the head the first time you met Brook, after he asked to see your panties, and you were going to show them to him, not seeing anything wrong with it, much to the dismay of Sanji, Brook, Usopp, and Franky. Brook loved seeing you in combat, you didn’t look like you could fight, but he adores you anyway and he loves when you sit beside him and lean your head on his arm, listening to him play, he’s very soothing.

-Jinbei was one of the few people you met in life that could tell that you were way stronger than you looked the moment he met you, he easily knew you were not to be underestimated. He was proven right when you charged in head-first towards an opposing army, easily handling business, which he found amusing afterwards. You were also very sweet and warm with him, sitting on his lap and he found you very comforting to be around.

-You loved your crew, they were your family, and they all adored you, and won’t let anyone take you, as many had tried in the past and they had all failed.

-You weren’t going to leave your family behind for anything.

#one piece #luffy #zoro #nami #usopp #sanji #chopper #robin #franky #brook #jinbei

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aheathen-conceivably · 2 years ago

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🎶 Every step you do leads to something new 🎶

The second that Zelda got off the boat in her port of call she was amazed. She found herself walking, and walking, marveling at architecture that she had never seen and breathing in scents she had never smelled.

It was as though she were in a new world, the air warm although it wasn’t yet spring, and a greater variety of people than she ever thought could be in any one place. As she walked past the shops and the great church in the center of it all, she could hear people speaking French, Spanish, Italian, German, and other languages that she didn’t even recognize.

She was so amazed that her new heels barely even hurt her feet. So after stopping at a crumbling boarding house to drop off her bags, she kept walking, weaving in and out of the streets until she saw a trolley car. Without even knowing where it was headed, Zelda boarded it, watching the sights past her window change with every block.

Soon, the trolley, which the locals seemed to call a streetcar, entered a verdant, fragrant world where the houses began to get bigger and the yards more expansive. Fascinated, Zelda got off at the next stop, walking from house to house as she looked up at the ornamental facades.

As beautiful as the houses were, there was something disturbing about the neighborhood. At first, Zelda couldn’t place it, but then she realized that it was music. Wild, screeching music coming from gramophones or full bands playing in the front parlor of every house. The sounds mingled around her, pouring out into the street, creating an overwhelming discordance of notes with no reason or melody.

Zelda finally mustered up the courage to approach a trio of girls reading a newspaper who looked about her age, “Excuse me. What’s happening here? Is it some sort of holiday?”

The girl on the right looked at her with a flabbergasted expression, answering almost excitedly, “Haven’t you heard? It’s the axe man! He wrote to the papers this time, demanding that every house play jazz if they don’t want to die.”

“I’m sorry…,” Zelda answered, her face going white, “the axe man?”

“Are you new here or something?” the girl in the middle answered, “the axe man, look!” With a small shrug, she shoved the paper into Zelda’s nervous hands.

Zelda quickly scanned the newspaper in front of her. It contained the most horrible words that she had ever read, full of the ramblings of a madman promising even more violence than he had already caused. Not even a year had gone by, and five bodies had already been found, each of them murdered by an unknown man wielding an axe. Now, he was threatening to return, his promises of violence only unscored by his deranged requests for jazz throughout the city.

Zelda looked up, her eyes filled with a panic threatening to overcome her. Now horribly afraid and regretting ever coming to this strange place she asked, “Well what are we going to do? Do we hide? Is this truly going to happen?”

The girls regarded her wide-eyed innocent expression with a sort of interested, but judging endearment. The girl to the left, who had been quiet up until that point, stood on her tiptoes and answered with a crooked smile, “We’re going to play jazz of course. And you, ma chere, are going to join us.”

(A little disclaimer for any history lovers: the axe man and his letter to The Times Picayune are real historical events. However, they happened in 1918-1919. I moved them to 1920 to fall in line with the story. If you would like to read the original letter, follow the link on this page).

Also, credit to @cavalierfou for creating this template which I used as the base for the newspaper page seen here.

#1920 #ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 decades challenge #sims 4 historical #ts4 historical #sims 4 legacy #ts4 legacy #sims 4 story #ts4 story #the darlingtons #1920s #josephine duplanchier #zelda darlington

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rafent · 8 months ago

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✦ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 ✧

There is a cottage in the woods.

Nil watches it through tiny breaches in the briars, like the peepholes of a starving white wolf. A nuclear family nests inside consisting of father, mother, and child; picture-perfect, as quaint as the humblest aspirations can hope to be. The hardworking father descends the mountain to peddle cut lumber. The diligent mother rises early and fills the forest with smells of plain but revitalizing cooking. The lone child plays all by her lonesome, quietly and causing no trouble, asking after no toys her parents cannot afford.

Each is hard at work in their painted-on roles, but the mother especially. She dabs away her sweat with the bone of her wrist, tidies her spilling bun and adjusts the straps of her apron when they fall loose amid midday labors. Her chemises and linens air on the clothing line, brought in before the preparations for supper.

These pristine appearances are what throw him off, of course, the singular child that induces pause. Is it not all too mundane? Should there not be a second wretch to frolic in the garden beside the first? Over the course of several days, Nil gleans what he can for the simple act of confirmation. On the fourth, he approaches. He learns there are many allowances the littlest ones will make for a kind and studied smile.

“Do you know my mama, mister?”

“I do. I am friends with her, from long, long ago, but it is very cold outside. Can I wait for her in there with you?”

“Okay.”

It is the most innocent that let the devil into their home. It is the most innocent that is the devil, after all. Kindly Nil sits and waits, his fingers drum thoughtfully against the naperon, studying the stains of spilled, ill-dried broth. The smell of washed millet and dank wood. It is a pleasant home, a proper home; that is the reality; the truth, in the same way that Nil does not really know who this child’s mother is, her face, her age, or even her name. He knows only that they have the same eyes.

She arrives eventually. She sees his eyes, too. How? her chalk-white expression asks. At this distance there is no mistake for either of them. After a moment he rises from the chair with a severe set of his mouth, there is nothing of Nil in it anymore.

“Outside.” On his demand they go together. As one might estimate the age of an oak tree by its quantity of rings, the length of existence for a Fell Child can be judged by different visual parameters; the cocked alertness of her spine, the clenched fingers down at her side, the primordial readiness of fight and flight. But it is futile, Rafal has made sure of his advantages from the moment they stepped out, the defective Child leading and Rafal at her back. It does not stop her from trying.

“I’ve left Gradlon behind. My ambitions, my dragonstone—everything. I have a family. You don't have to do this.”

His lips twist, amused, bitter, disbelieving, everything at once. He laughs with all his chest and says to the pleading red eyes that have damned her, neither gleeful nor triumphal, merely factual: “But I will. Did you think laying with a human and birthing his pups would absolve you of this struggle? Never.”

Those born of Gradlon cannot run even from the enemies they have never made. The dice their blood has cast for them from the moment each drew breath, hissing in the viper pit hundreds and thousands strong, wanting with all their wicked hearts to be the last and only one. Revanche, a conferred axe from Divine Dragons, points at her like a wielded guillotine, like Rafal is judge, jury, and executioner. The reality is only that he is rightful heir over it all.

And ultimately, like it has been for countless others, it is easy. She is nothing like Nel. Her atrophied strength does not compare, not the pitiful tooth she straps to her thigh - a single knife batted away - or the futile scrabble of her nails down his arm in her final throes. Her face is not remotely alike, too plain without the dragonkin's trappings of gold, that it evokes nothing when he stares into it, rips into it. So it is easy.

“Mama! Mommy! Momm—”

Hair topples fully from the struggling bun, the apron like Rafal is white now freckled and stained. Rafal looks down at a homely brown-haired niece; a nameless, wretched, sorry inheritor of Fell Dragon legacy and sees nothing of her mother in her; there is everything of her human father about her. That does not leave him satisfied. He is the one that will not take chances.

...

Too soon, the truant father returns home from cutting wood, catching a young man in his home with an axe in his hand, his two greatest treasures shattered on the floor. His mouth opens to yell, to scream, to say anything at all. This noise stirs the wolf, startles him, provokes him, and for that there is movement—

. . .and then there is silence.

There is a cottage in the woods and no family inside.

#◜ ₊ — 𝓡 ˚ ₊ 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ╱ drabble.#how far do the alt!gradlon fell children go. how deep is the well.#the answer: This Deep #there is so much to unpack for rafal's pre-canon especially in the 'i killed all my siblings' department #thrown out in xenologue 5 then never mentioned again. but i Do feel like the [audible gasp] reaction from fx cast was appropriate

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rottingskunk · 1 year ago

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Blessed By Enderian Hands

By: rottingskunk

A drabble based on Ldshadowlady’s session 6 events. (Major secret life spoilers ahead.)

Trigger warning: Descriptions of violence, implied death,description of scars (not detailed but good warning)

“What happens if Lizzie survived the fall?”

Scott and Lizzie visit the end for a secret slumber party however Scott never knew Lizzie’s true intentions until it was too late. They both travel to the end and explore the barren land full of endermen and an abandoned ender dragon post. It felt odd to Lizzie that she could hear murmurs of conversation from endermen speaking in enderscript but she shakes it off and continues forth.They converse briefly about the party and how Lizzie invited everyone to join. “Nobody is ever gonna find you here” She said sinisterly. It felt ominous and sent chills down Scott’s back. “Why did you say it like that?” Scott asks unsure what will occur in this realm. “It’s nothing to worry about.” She replies and laughs it off.

~~~

As they reach the edge of the world Lizzie offers Scott a enderpearl so that he can “teleport” to the party. Wielding her axe she strikes Scott in the back heavy handed with a good amount of damage. Scott in a panic shouts “Lizzie what are you doing?” “Oh nothing it’s just a something on your back” Lizzie replies back with a innocent yet sinister tone. “That took three hearts of damage Lizzie!” He replies back worried about how much damage it was. Lizzie grins and decides to strike him more in the air aiming for a crit.“That only took one heart of damage.” Scott says plainly,he secretly tries to find his way back when suddenly an enderman punches Lizzie in the face. The impact was intense and felt as if she was thrown off by a few feet. The enderman says “⟟ ⏃⋔ ⌇⍜⍀⍀⊬” and knocks Lizzie off the edge after punching her one last time. Lizzie knew what the enderman said to her [I am sorry-who says that??] she thought in her head as she screamed at her unending demise. Scott shouts her name one last time “LIZZIE!” Reaching out to the cliff where she fell. He stands there stunned, unsure what happened to her but quickly flees the scene as he cannot look at the eyes of endermen.

~~~

Her fall felt as if she was like icarus crashing into the ocean after his wax wings melted off. Lizzie tries to throw an enderpearl but is unable to due to panicking from the fall. The screen turns into frozen static Stating “you ran out of lives”. It remained the same for five minutes but there was a corrupted “respawn” button that showed up on her screen. Unsure if it was a good idea Lizzie impulsively clicks on the respawn and thus wakes up back in the over world.

~~~

She wakes up in a cold sweat in her light pink bed. The end’s aura felt heavy around her, unsure why that was the case she shoos it away and gets out of bed to wash her face. She turns on the faucet and washes her hands but the water makes her flinch in pain. She screams at the pain, roughly shaking her hand. “Did someone trap this with lava? It can't be…” Lizzie’s glances at her appearance in the mirror and is shocked by her appearance.

~~~

Half of Lizzie’s face has a scar that mimics End particles etched into her skin. Her right eye appears to be a deep purple with pink accents similar to an enderman’s eyes. Lizzie screams at her reflection out of confusion. She then looks at her arms and legs and some patches of her skin have similar effects of an endermen. Looking at her hands shaking slightly from the gravity of this situation they look discolored with shades of purple up until her elbow. “This can’t be happening—-I should be dead!” Lizzie touches her face out of disbelief and she hears whispers of the end and starts running out of her house.

~~~

“My skeletal steed we must run off-somewhere,anywhere!” Before Lizzie leaves in such haste she checks her chests for any important items. “Where are my ores? Skizz must have stolen them, I’ve been robbed!” Lizzie takes anything she has and places it inside her inventory, unsure whether she will ever return to her pumpkin cottage she hoists herself up on the skeletal steed. The steed gallops into the air and off they go who knows where.

~~~

After traveling half the day Lizzie stumbles upon Joel’s base in the distance. “Did you bring me here my good steed? What a good skeleton horse.” She pets the boney steed and gives it a small kiss on the forehead. Lizzie looks around and sees a small gravestone at the back of the helter skelter. “What’s this?” Lizzie inches closer and sees the etching on the sign. “R.I.P Lizzie I will win for you Lizzie”. A wither rose was attached to the front of the gravestone and she collapsed onto the ground with tears in her eyes. “I’m so sorry Joel-I messed up.” She cries to herself unable to get up from seeing the gravestone.

~~~

A rustle of wheat being removed alerts her and steps moving forward makes her head lift up. “Joel? Is that you.” Lizzie whispers, still hoarse from crying and wailing for the guilt. Joel had a solemn face as he carried his stack of wheat to feed the cows and he found Lizzie next to her grave. “LIZZIE YOU LIVE!” He drops everything and runs to her and they both tumble into a small patch of sunflowers. They laugh at the entire ordeal and give each other kisses on the cheek and forehead.

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“I missed you so much so much has happened while you were in the end. Scott told me everything and Skizz gave me your ores-I am so sorry for asking you to kill Scott I shouldn’t have done that”. Lizzie smiles at her husband who is speaking at the speed of life about different events conspiring. *“⟟ ⏃⋔ ⌇⍜⍀⍀⊬ ⎎⍜⍀

⟒⎐⟒⍀⊬⏁⊑⟟⋏☌” Lizzie spoke in unknown tongues, Joel looks perplexed. “Did something happen Lizzie?” He says worringly Joel tucks a lock of her hair aside.* “⟟ ⎅⍜ ⋏⍜⏁ ☍⋏⍜⍙” Lizzie attempts to speak to her husband but she cannot speak overworld. Joel takes her inside the helter skelter and tries to understand her. Joel looks through his chests to find the tools for a book and quill. He fishes out what he could and places it on a crafting table and magic particles craft the book and quill.”Maybe you should write it inside this book” Joel asks Lizzie as he gives it to her.She gets the book and writes “I can’t speak in english.” She wrote in a steadfast manner and both had lost the color in their face.

[Authors note: Hi guys i wrote this on a whim i might continue it bc i actually like this au a lot and i would love to write more about this Ender!Lizzie au^^! The english translation of enderscript in the last paragraph(1) “I am sorry for everything”. (2) “I do not know”. Ok thats all bye yall HAHAHA]

#ldshadowlady #secret life smp #secret life spoilers #traffic life series #drabble #i had this idea yesterday my brain was on FIRE since yesterday #ender!Lizzie au #scott major #smallishbeans #trafficblr #fanaticrottingskunk

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Valka x f!reader 🌿

CW: This is a difficult and self indulgent piece. I have been going through a messy breakup and an awful change of events and had the need to vent in this form. Theres non descriptive mentions of unwilling prostitution & thoughts of suicide. has a positive turn of events

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Have you ever gone out to swim at 3:00 am in October when the water is cold ? When you dive, it engulfs you and you feel it prickle your bones. Sometimes, if you stay a minute longer you may feel needles in your heart, then your lungs get sucked in within themselves and then panic, terror and peace will hit you all at once. You will be met with two choices. One that is out of instinct , to pull yourself up to the surface and taste the sweet oxygen . The other is the one that brought you beneath the water in the first place. The path to peace, eternity and release.

You fiddled with the lines of death and life waiting for an answer to come to you. You dove in the lake and languidly swam, ignoring the pressure on your temples from the discomfort of the cold. you opened your eyes and stared into the eternal abyss that was the deep water where the fjord met its end and abruptly connected with the vast ocean. A shade of yellow and amber split the peace of the cool hues and urged you into the surface in alarm.

a raid

you turned to look behind you where your flat, small boat was hovering above the water in tranquility and decided to swim back as fast as you could to avoid the upcoming conflict. it was close. You could hear the roars and ashes danced with the snow in the air. Your hands touched wood, moist and sturdy, and hauled yourself up where you rushed to throw your furs over your shoulders. You reached land and ran to your hut to find in horror that it was your settlement that the raven clan had decided to ambush in search of your vile King, Kjotve

Your outpost was further away from the main colony of Kjotves clan which meant the raven clan intended to threaten and send a message.

You walked, half naked, wet and cold and looked at your village disheartened, taking soft breaths with clouds forming in the air every time you did. You stared at the burning small, ugly and wrecked hut as it crumbled upon itself and forgot to care about the angry warrior's voice behind you. That was until an arm abruptly turned you around and upon instinct with one hand you grabbed their wrist and with the other went to cover yourself with the thin fur coat

a blonde woman with a gnarly scar and a growl in her voice spoke

“What are you doing at a soldiers outpost?!”

she asked bewildered and your eyes moved from her face to the flames behind her.

“One of us is sent each week to keep the soldiers entertained. This week it was my turn”

And in that burning hut were your savings to hopefully start anew somewhere further away. Years worth of work and ache between your legs burned to a crisp.

The woman seemed genuinely empathetic and softened her grip on your arm

“Come to our settlement. This warning went to Kjotve not to the innocents”

you shook your head “I'm not homeless”

“And is your home somewhere you wish to go back to?”

you tightened your jaw and would have wept if it wasn't for the simple fact that you had forgotten how

Unbeknownst to you, that was your first night of freedom

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“Eivor! You are back” said a ginger woman, tall and clothed in colored fabrics and stones. from the longship,You watched her converse with the blonde warrior called Eivor in silence. You did nothing to move. You weren’t sad to see your village burn. You hated that place. But you were unsure of what good you could be to a morally upright settlement. You never felt like you were smart and your body was frail and thin and would not be able neither to forge an axe nor wield it. There was no use for you other than that, which you were brought here out of pity and that made something twist in your stomach so violently that you were ready to hurl had you not learned how to keep yourself composed and maintain a pretty facade of calmness

Eivor eventually motioned you over and you stepped out of the ship ignoring the burly mans help and walked over to the two women, feeling safer in their presence

“Eivor told me a bit about your situation. I suggest we take you to our seer for her to see you don’t have any injuries. the rest will come later” she said and you frowned

“I'm fine. No need to waste time with that. As long as I get a few hours of sleep I could start working tomorrow in…well, I could learn to cook I guess” You tried realizing you had never done even that before. Polished and smooth skin was rare and came with a cost unfortunately.

Randvi pulled you aside from Eivor and wrapped an arm around your shoulders to take you on a short walk, stopping in front of the stables

“I understand you are scared, but we are not them. You will be staying at Valkas hut for the first few days either way, so no harm in checking for injuries in the meantime” her voice was persuasive and you recognised the jarlskona in her. You admired her a moment longer before looking in front of you at the horses. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear affectionate

“I don’t mean to pry and I say this out of care. If you want to speak, Valka is a wonderful seer and I can grow to be a friend. "You nod politely not because you felt thankful but because it was the right thing to do.

Only one unaffected by life's cruelty could still be a believer or even worse, a seer and making a friend out of a woman who slept in fox furs and wore jewels sounded pretentious

Eivor sat on the saddle and pulled you up silently.

“Its a long walk so its better we go this way. She is at the top of the hill” you secured your arms around her waist latching onto the leather belts hoops.

“So she enjoys silence ? it Wouldn't be kind of me to disrupt her peace then, no?”

“Valka lives with her sick mother and is too selfless to take offense in providing shelter to someone in need.She lives at the top because she likes it most for her meditations and ugh…Other things I guess”

your interest perked up at her dismissive tone

“My my, an agnostic norse ? What a sight”

you heard a soft chuckle and the horse rounded a wooden hut decorated with bones, wood and ribbons.

“I do have faith. But sometimes it does seem weak when I have to talk with Valka” you smiled and cocked a brow at her as she offered a hand to lower your from her horse

“How peculiar”

her cheeks tinted pink and you might have melted at the sight had your attention not been snapped away to the wooden door opening and the seer stepping out. At the soft crunching of the snow you looked at her standing at the top of her stairs in front of her hut. She had a gentle smile when she greeted eivor and that did not falter when she looked at you. She was a stunning woman, serene looking with eyes like the waters of the fjords that you learned to love and swim in every morning. Blue paint decorated her body like river streams and a black veil covered her head.

“Valka this is” Eivor started but you took a step forward and decided to introduce yourself on your own. She welcomed you in and Eivor greeted Valkas mother and decided to take a seat next to her letting the two of you talk in a more private area. You were startled and equally entranced with the fluidity that she lead the conversation and you found yourself speaking easier than you initially assumed you would

“I was sold to Kjotve. He often trades women for his sexual endeavors and so that he can pay less silver to his soldiers. Which is why I was at the outpost”

she had an empathetic look on her face as she studied your body for injuries finding only one that needed a bit of tending to.

“The Gods protected you then. Had you not gone for a swim you would have burned along with everything else”

you smiled “The gods did not help me. I went to swim in hopes to drown myself. Yet I didn't drown, I didn't burn and I dont have my silver to go anywhere anymore”

Valka was silent and she did not take offense to your adamant rejection of her faith, or if she did, she didn’t show it.

she bandaged a burn mark on your ankle and found a new set of robes to help you in. Her own perhaps as it seemed you two had the same build

“You don’t have to accept the Gods help” she paused

“but will you accept mine?” something in you shifted as you felt her soft fingers brush over your skin while she dressed you and cared for you. While she braided your hair and gave you tea to drink

You had so badly wanted to feel angry. To throw a childish tantrum and break everything in her sacred spacious hut. To dig a sword in those wooden statues and rip those altair fabrics and make them asswipes. In horror you found the fabrics with the runes to your liking, the burning sage eased your headache and the tea was so sweet and warm.

That night, You were visited by Freyja in your sleep

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The first few days Valka didn’t ask for anything. She would check on you and change your bandages if needed and she would bring you soup to eat and later tea to drink. She would openly meditate in front of her altair and praise the Gods and then she would take care of her mother who already seemed too far gone. You were bothered by this act of altruism and one evening when she was poking the woods at the fireplace you approached her and she moved over to give you space to sit

“am I supposed to just stand here ?”

“I don't mind your company. Is mine to your disliking?” she questioned and you shook your head

“That’s not what I'm saying, I…Give me some work. Randvi and Eivor haven’t come up here to give me any so maybe you can ? I want to make myself useful” she turned her attention away from the burning coals and gave you a smile

“Very well” she said and you looked around the place in awkward silence. She did not enlighten you any further on how she planned on making use of you but she did offer you tea once again, that you once again accepted and you both sat before the place listening to the cracking wood, to the sounds of nature at night with the occasional, soft addition of Valkas humming.

The next morning, Valka walked into your room and woke you up. She waited for you to come to your senses and while getting dressed she sat on your bed and watched while listing a few tasks. It started with you helping her cook or prepare the ingredients for her mixtures.After some time, she allowed you to collect the plants with her and sometimes you would aks their purpose which she gladly enlightened you on. You watched every ritual and grew fond of the times that she would perform due to her taking more time in her appearance. She didn’t mind your wandering eyes and if your mind didn’t fool you, you could say that she liked the reaction she evoked out of you.

one day she stood before you with a thin veil tied near her hips and her long blue robe open and naked without bones and talismans to hold it together. she passed you a bowl with blue paint and asked for you to do her paint in front of her altair.

you started with her hands, and moved to her shoulders carefully and with a slow pace trying your best to mimic how steady her work was that it almost mimicked a tattoo

Her energy vibrated off of her and imprinted on you, her breath fanned across your face and brushed your lashes. You decided to return to the front later and fell down to start on her legs which were ridiculously well shaped.

“Don’t worry about precision. Its the intention that matters”

“Can someone like me learn to have proper intentions?”

she reached a hand and cupped your cheek.you looked up at her from your knees and pulled the brush away from her knees. With the wooden statues and candles behind her you almost felt like this was your time to start praying to Freyja for a sight like this could have only been her doing.

“My child, you already have them” she said with the warmth of a wolf protecting its cub. You lingered there and she pulled away with a final stroke of her thumb on your cheek. You resumed your paintwork and she muttered praises to freyja “I…The first night I came here. I saw her in my dream” you confessed and Valkas attention was on you. Her smile was bright and there was a glint in her eyes you couldn’t decipher . You painted the final stroke on her thigh and got up to work on her torso

“You were visited by the great one, Should you ever wish to work with her she will guide you to the path of spirituality”

You liked painting om Valkas body, you liked her skin and how there were goosebumps left on your path. You could feel every exhale and the thrumming of her heartbeat lulled you to another world

“I'd like to, if you could teach me”

“Let's enjoy Samhain and we will start tomorrow. Now come, I'll give you my robes and we will go down to the village”

That night, despite this being the darkest holiday of the wheel of the year, you felt more alive than ever. You chanted with Valka and you sang together and then you danced with her in the distance amongst the other drunk drengrs, and you could feel the energy course through you along with the mead and the burning herbs in the air. In her eyes, you saw freedom and in freedom you found your faith

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on the third month you were conflicted. You saw Valka and you respected her, but practicing with her grew difficult. Every touch made your skin burn and every look made your head spin. You saw her in her robes and you saw her with less of them during private offerings and in all the admiration there was the numbingly loud sexual desire burn within you. Something you thought died years ago buried in shame and pain. She asked you to court her to her baths at the lakes and prepare the oils for the cleansing rituals.Everytime she asked that you join her and everytime you found a poor excuse of

-I don’t feel the deities yet- even though you did.

She was patient with you and she settled for making the prayer before her bath with you. She approached and your eyes widened as you saw her turn to you with spread arms and hold your face in her cold palms, her forehead pressed against yours. You prayed with her and felt your mind wander astray as you admired her chest, her narrow hips and her long legs. You closed your eyes shut and prayed a little louder in Freyjas honor hoping that this was a gift and not a challenge

Your life once again would be turned upside down when Sigurd and Eivor decided to take off to Mercia. you stood behind Valka as she talked with her about her visions and warned her of their meaning with your occasional insight involved. Eivor knelt to pick up a box with your things and Valka turned to you

“In Mercia they will need a seer until I'm able to come” she said and your heart sank. She didn’t tell you of this and the hurt showed in your face

“I will come eventually but now I have to stay back and take care of my mother”

“Then I will stay with you” you said.Valka seemed puzzled , then a smile graced her lips

“Eivor give us a few minutes” and Eivor left the hut. Valka held your hand and pulled you to her chambers to make sure she was alone. she did not pull away and let her thumb stroke her hand

“You are ready enough to take care of them until Im there. Is that something scary to you?” You looked at your joined hands and took a step forward towards her

“Its not. But I want you next to me” your eyes met and you took another step closer to her. There was an undeniable attraction towards her. Then again the high priestess of the settlement had eyes follow her more often than not. She kissed your forehead and her hands traveled from yours towards your shoulders and then rested around your neck. She toyed with the bone necklaces the you wore

“Speak to me”

“I care for you Valka as more than just an apprentice. I want to be more than just a student to you” her lips connected with yours and you were too stunned to immediately return the kiss which ended all too soon

“I know. I could tell” You were confused and were unsure if you could be happy

“The night before your arrival Freyja visited me. She spoke to me in riddles, and then you landed on my doorstep beautiful and lost” she praised and your cheeks heated up. Her fingers fell to your waist and circled it beneath the loose blue robe pulling you closer to her exposed front, you chest meeting hers with the other hand still holding the back of your head

“Freyja united us. However I saw the storm in your mind and your clouded vision so I gave you time”

you could leap in happiness finding the innocence spark up within you of a first love

“Were you not going to say anything ?” You asked and she left another kiss near your lips “I was once I joined you in Mercia. I felt that perhaps in the time of you being away from me you could figure out what you wanted for yourself without your eyes wandering to my assets” you burned in shame. So she had noticed

“No need to guilt yourself over it. I have done so as well, and most of my rituals don't require me to be nude either way” she soothed and now your heart, which was already soft had melted to a puddle in the reciprocation of your feelings

You took initiative in kissing her and wrapped your arms around her neck the way you always dreamed of doing so. Youd have hoped to seal your bond beneath Freyjas statue but Eivor, stupid and impatient, interrupted you two.

she was caught off guard when she saw the proximity of the two of you and with a face red as a burning amber she closed the door behind her and yelled

“We have to leave soon!”

you looked back at the seer, your love, your fated soulmate and she looked at you in return

This was the beginning of something new, something prosperous.

#valka x reader #valka valhalla #ac valhalla

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