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#Following My Own Path (Aurora)
shesjustanothergeek · 1 month
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The Blood of Eden
|Lucifer!Aemond Targaryen x Eve!Reader|
Short Story
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Summary: Life in Eden was perfect. You lived in harmony with your husband, Adam, and all other creatures. Nothing negative ever got past the guardian cherubs at the gates, forever protected by the angels and God's love. Until one day, when you stood at the roots of the Tree of Knowledge, a serpent appeared before you. Its green body blended into the grass beneath your feet, and its amber eyes locked onto yours as it spoke words that would lead you astray and down a path of sin.
Author's Note: Let's start with this idea being unoriginal. There have been a million different retellings of the fall of Adam and Eve in fanfiction. However, I did put a lot of original thoughts into it and gave it a spin of my own. I'm not religious at all, though I was raised Methodist in a very rural and religious state. I really don't care if anyone is offended by what I wrote because what I wrote is not really about God but more so about the expectations of women, abandonment of those who claim to love you, and blind faith. It's not only applicable to religion but to everyday life with the government and other people in positions of authority in your life. With all that being said, just enjoy this for what it is... raunchy smut.
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Warnings: sexism, misogyny, noncon bordering onto rape, sacrilege, religious guilt, manipulation, breeding kink (kinda?), Aemond feasts like it's the last supper, it's literally a fanfic retelling of Adam and Eve.
Word Count: 9.6k
Also, I recommend you listen to the song The Devil Is Human by Aurora or The Fruits by Paris Paloma. Both are applicable.
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In the beginning, God created heaven and the Earth. The Earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep. The Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters, and God said, "Let there be light," and there was light. God saw the light as good and divided the light from the darkness.
And he was there. There, beside the Lord with the rest of his brothers and sisters, he watched his God create life as he knew it.
They called him another name then and spoke of him differently, filling him with such fury and vengeance in memory. He was no longer Aemond, the morning star, God's favorite angel in his host. He was the vilest of beings, cast down into the depths of Hell with all others who followed him in punishment for his defiance against his Lord.
They said Lucifer was vain. That Satan fell from the heavens due to his great pride in his perfection, but that was untrue. There was more to the tale than just the folly of pride, than just the wickedness that so poisoned his heart against God.
Aemond believed in knowledge and free will. He disagreed with God's authoritarian control of the creatures he architected. God's creations had no control over their lives, set mindlessly on his chosen path. He kept hidden the knowledge of the Earth and psyche and all it had to give. Aemond believed he had no right to do so, for a life in blind ignorance was none at all.
He first poisoned the creature they called Adam with the emotion of loneliness despite the lush greenery and breathing life surrounding him. Then, he gathered all his fellow angels who shared his belief to rebel against their Lord. God knew that Aemond stirred the mind of his creation, Adam, and cut out his eye as he cast him and all who agreed with the now Satan below the Earth as punishment. Aemond was angered and scorned at the benevolent creator's decision.
From that moment on, he swore he would forever spurn God, devoting his existence to the opposite of his.
As a consequence of Aemond's actions and the intoxication of Adam's mind with thoughts of loneliness, God created another being. A companion to the man, derived from his rib, called woman, and her name was Eve.
Eve was beautiful. She was more beautiful than Aemond before his eye was stolen, and God doted on her with an intensity Aemond felt was purposeful. He grew mad with envy at the realization. What kind of Father would do such a thing to his son? How dare he? A benign God created a being more beautiful than the one cast out for it.
Satan was furious. He was enraged at God and the woman Eve. He spent all his days attempting to corrupt the innocent woman in their perfect Garden of Eden as retaliation.
It was a bothersome task. Eve was quite loyal to her God and her husband, Adam, for they were connected, and God's love was too strong to penetrate. Until one day, when Satan spied on the Lord and his children, hidden as a serpent within the lush green grass, and God told them there was one rule, the only sin they could commit.
The Tree of Knowledge. Its Fruit was golden, juicy, and ripe, begging the beings to sink their teeth into its soft flesh, but they could not, for their Lord forbade it.
Satan knew then that he had found a weakness within the perfect creatures and set out to exploit their flaw.
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Life within Eden was joyful. You wanted for nothing and asked for nothing because God provided. You lived in harmony with your husband and all other living creatures. The lions resided in peace with the gazelles, the crocodiles on the shores with the zebras, and the wolves with the sheep. Everything worked per God's will. Worry was not a thought within your mind. Nothing negative ever got past the guardian cherubs at the gates of Eden, forever protected by the angels and your Lord's love.
God instructed you and Adam a few commands to follow within the Garden. One, you must serve your husband, for you are an extension of him, and second, you must never eat from the Tree of Knowledge. They were simple guidelines to follow.
You catered to your husband's every wish, ensuring he desired naught as you did. When Adam's mouth dried, you quenched his thirst from the babbling brooks. When his stomach rumbled with hunger, you satisfied him with the food from the Earth. It was what you desired, what gave you fulfillment and great happiness to serve your husband, as was God's will.
You were content in the Garden of Eden, yet one thought hung within your mind. It was only a whisper at first, the slight rustle of the breeze commanding one thing, and you busied yourself within the Lord's expectations in response. But it grew stronger until you could no longer ignore it and found yourself staring at the hanging aureate Fruit at the foot of the Tree.
You confided in Adam as to your troubles, but he dismissed you.
"Do not worry your little head about such things, dear Eve. God has a plan for us all and will not lead you into temptation."
You trusted him, just as you trusted the Father, but you soon forgot your once limitless bliss. More often than not, you would wake at the roots of the forbidden Tree with no recollection of how you got there, suddenly awoken, as if from a trance to the tale end of a deep timbre at the shell of your ear, demanding that you take one bite.
You prayed. You prayed, and you prayed, and you prayed until God finally deigned his presence to you, answering your pleas. In him, you confided your doubts of the memory lapses that brought you such agony until tears flowed from your eyes.
"Do you not have trust in me that I will protect you from your sins?"
"No, Father!" you exclaimed, quickly resending the words in error. "Yes, Father, of course I trust you."
"Then you must worry naught, sweet Eve, for you are a creation of me and my will. You must have trust in your devotion and obey my commands no matter the temptation."
You merely nodded at his words, an uneasy feeling churning in the pit of your stomach.
It was your fault, you soon realized, for not praying enough, for spending too much time caring for your own needs and not God's and Adam's. So, without hesitation, you threw yourself into the Lord's commands. You put your faith in him more than before and focused your time on God when not spent with your husband.
But it did not work.
You no longer felt the same joy when serving Adam and the Father; the fulfillment was replaced with bitterness and resentment for those you catered to for not helping you in your time of need. Thoughts of what would happen should you eat the Forbidden Fruit rattled in your head, infecting you with doubts as to what God's motives were in keeping you from it.
One day, when the sun was shining as it always did, warming your skin and filling the air with something sweet and floral, a serpent, greener and brightly scaled than you had ever seen, came slithering down the brown bark of the Tree of Knowledge.
You grinned at the creature, delighted to have the company of one of God's creations as you grasped it, allowing it to slide across your arms and legs until it wrapped around your torso, head resting between the mounds of flesh on your chest. Its pink, forked tongue tickled the sensitive skin there, causing giggles as it ventured further up until its emerald body wound around your neck and shoulders, smooth scales caressing the skin.
"Did God say, 'You must not eat from any tree in the garden'?" asked the serpent, and you were startled.
No animal had ever spoken to you before, and it sent a jolt of surprise through your limbs at something so foreign and unusual within your serene garden.
"We may eat fruit from the trees in the garden, but God did say, we must not eat fruit from the one that is in the middle of it, and we must not touch it, or we will die," you answered thoughtfully, a smile on your face as the snake's tongue tickled the shell of your ear.
You attempted to pull it away, slightly uncomfortable but still joyful with how close it was to your face, but the animal only swirled around your countenance and into your hair and nestled on the opposite side.
"You will not certainly die," the serpent said to you, voice sure. "For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like him, knowing good and evil."
Gazing at the Fruit, then back to the slit, amber eyes of the snake, you faltered. Undoubtedly, the Lord would never bar you from something like this. He loved you. You and Adam were his creations. He would never keep you from something good for you. Why would God lie if the serpent's words were valid?
"There is much wonder ahead of you, little Eve. All you must do is only take one bite."
His words were convincing, poisoning your already tainted mind into disobeying God's commands. Still, you shook your head, trying to pry the snake off, but it only slithered down your body, nestling between the flesh of your legs, small head resting on the thatch of dark hair as it peered up at you.
"No, snake," you declared with defiance, brows furrowed and plump lips pouted. "He said we would die. Why would God lie to us? He loves us!"
Aemond thought you looked so beautiful then, even more beautiful than himself with the ethereal glow that radiated from your form, but he swiftly pushed the notion aside.
"Because, if you eat the Fruit in which he commanded you not to, your eyes will be opened for what the world is. You'll understand right from wrong. You will be like him," the snake whispered, his forked tongue flicking with every sentence. "If God truly loved you, he wouldn't keep all this knowledge to himself."
Aemond could see the defiance slowly leave your expression, considering what he declared the truth. "He'll never know, little lamb. I shall never tell him. You have my word." He knew you needed one more push, the correct phrases to convince you to commit the only sin you could. "You deserve to understand. You deserve to be free from the self-sacrificing chains that bind you."
Aemond moved his scaly body from yours, sliding within the knee-high grass and into the Tree. He bit into the flesh of the Fruit as he turned to your uncertain form. He swallowed the chunk into his throat, the juice sliding down his fangs as his amber eyes stared into your wide ones.
Trepidation began to leave your mind, taking a tentative step forward as you saw that the serpent did not perish. The snake took another bite, wrapping its veridian tail around a winding branch, holding the piece out, wordlessly telling you to have a taste. You inhaled a shaky breath, an emotion you had never experienced before warming your gut and the place betwixt your thighs as you leaned, taking the golden fruit from it with your teeth.
The sweet flavor washed over your tongue, some juice dribbling past your lips and sliding down your chin as your eyes shut. You felt your mind become free, a moan breaking from the confines of your chest. Opening your eyes, the Fruit slid down your throat and settled into your stomach as you gazed at the world around you.
Suddenly, you understood everything.
Why water fell from the sky, why the grass grew, why the day always followed the night, why God told you never to eat the Fruit. You did not become his omnipotent equal as the serpent claimed. You became knowledgeable. You could comprehend the vast questions of the universe that the only answer you were told was God. You now had the free will to choose what you thought and what you did. You could decide who and what you worshiped.
God could no longer control you, so he forbade you from eating the Fruits on the Tree of Knowledge.
The snake was no longer in its place; instead stood a man with features not of this world. He adorned a crown of silver longer than your own, a pale stomach chiseled and defined with muscles and scars, a light dusting of hair trailing down to where his manhood was covered with weaved fig leaves. A long, pink scar sliced the left side of his face, the socket in which his eye should be a bright blue sapphire gem complimenting the near obsidian of the other.
Abruptly, you realized you were naked in front of an unknown man, quickly covering your breasts with your arms as he only observed.
"Who-" you stuttered, warmth filling your cheeks, "who are you?"
The man smirked, the grin pulling at his cheeks in a malicious, knowing manner that sent chills down your spine. "He never told you, did he?" the man questioned with the proud quirk of his brow, stepping closer to your trembling form. "I am called many names, sweet lamb. Satan, Lucifer, Devil, the Morning Star, Beelzebub, Mephistopheles, Iblis, the Father of Lies, and much more, but you," he answered, his now single tongue licking his white teeth, "may call me Aemond."
Your lungs shuttered, legs threatening to give out as he stood nearly a hair's breadth away. You extended an arm out, preventing him from coming closer, palm touching the smooth planes of his abdomen as you cowered under his dark gaze.
"Please, do not come any closer. I am ashamed," you implored, voice quivering as tears collected at the brim of your lashes.
"What for, little lamb? Are you now feeling the shame of having disobeyed your God, now knowing he will never love you again?" You tasted the briny water on your tongue before you felt them, whimpering and flinching as Aemond brought his thumb to your cheek, stroking the tears that clumped your lashes. "I shall love you, Eve, more than your God ever could."
A scream scratched your throat as Satan's hands grabbed your waist, fingers digging into the soft skin until you were sure they would burrow through, your bare breasts touching his sculpted chest.
"You-you tricked me!" you sobbed, head moving far away from him as he licked a stripe of saltwater on your temple, groaning at the erotic taste.
"Tricked you?" he guffawed, snatching your hair. "No, sweet lamb, I saved you."
"No! No! You said I would be as God! You lied to me!" Words poured from your lips like the tears from your eyes, choking you with their excess wetness. How could you have been so foolish as to believe a talking snake? The Lord was above all and only cared for you. He provided all that you needed, yet you still gave into temptation.
"Is it power that you desire, my ignorant lamb?" he questioned, a smirk pulling at his thin, pink lips. "Do not fret, for I shall give you all that you desire and more."
Aemond's mouth slotted with yours, spearing his tongue into the wetness and exploring the soft flesh your lips kept hidden. You struggled against him in vain, nails clawing at his chest and face until they left red welts on his porcelain skin. He merely chuckled against you, grinning into the kiss as his knee made it home between your legs. You vehemently shook your skull, attempting to break from his vice-like grip on your hair.
You now understood where this was going as Aemond released you with a sickening pop only when he decided you had enough.
"Stop. I do not want this," you protested, pulling your face away from his against the force of his hand.
"But, dear Eve, you are positively wet down there. It would be a sin to leave it untouched." You could sense Aemond's grin against your skin, his lips trailing down your jaw and onto the sensitive skin of your neck, inhaling the aromatic scent of your flesh.
It had been millennia since he last had the taste of sex. He spent all that time either within the solitude of his own making or that of his fellow fallen angels. He knew that those times would not be as fulfilling as now, and a part of Aemond, deep within himself, understood that he would never wish to live without it again.
He left damp patches in his wake, unceasing in his movements until he reached the tender globe of your breast, wrapping his lips around the pert nipple and suckling like a child. The jolt of pleasure that wracked through your body was paralyzing, causing you to momentarily drop your defenses as he forced you into the tall grass below. Aemond's body weight trapped you under him, feeling every ridge and curve of his body on your own. His manhood poked at your thigh, thumping in time to the beat of your erratic heart.
"Please, have mercy on me," you cried into the heavens, hearing nothing but Satan's heavy breathing on your bosom as he moved to the other, fingers snaking down to toy at the place between your legs. "Do not touch me there! That is a place for my husband only!"
Aemond grunted, the sound vibrating your chest as he unlatched with a half-lidded expression. "And who told you that, little lamb? Your God? The same God who kept you from all the world has to offer?"
You couldn't deny his words, gazing away from the beast before you. Aemond's arms wound themselves around your legs, keeping you at his mercy as he brought your womanhood onto his watering mouth. You shuddered uncontrollably with every lick he placed onto your throbbing core, unable to silence the high-pitched mewls that escaped your throat at the actions.
His tongue was so warm and soft, involuntarily making your muscles relax in his embrace as he lapped at your folds, moldable lips curling around the bud at the top to lav it in particular attention. It felt so good you could not help but buck your hips into him, curling your digits into his hair and back arching as the wet muscle slid into your entrance. Aemond's tongue caressed your insides with the tenderness of a butterfly's kiss, stroking along a rough patch that had you seeing the stars above.
You were unsure of what came over you. The only thought in your mind and nerves being more, more, more as your movements became greedy. You ground your womanhood onto his face and shoved his nose further into you, the bridge of it providing delicious friction onto your bud. You did not care if he could breathe. It felt like a beast had possessed you, puppeteering your movements with only one goal.
Release.
You grew impervious if God or Adam heard your cries of pleasure, knowing only of the Devil betwixt your thighs that now suckled your bud as if it were your breast, causing your heels to dig into the soft soil. At this moment, you did not regret taking a bite from the Forbidden Fruit. It brought you the knowledge of ecstasy you had no idea existed. If all sins brought you the promise of this pleasure, then you would gladly and unthinkingly commit them.
A fist formed within your stomach, tensing your gut as Aemond opened his jaw wider to incorporate all of your meat into his mouth, swallowing your juices as he did to the Fruit.
He knew he had you hooked, his cock thudding painfully with arousal as he rutted in the dirt. This was just as gratifying for him as it was for you. Not only did he have the satisfaction of corrupting God's favorite in the Garden of his creation, but he also had her begging and wanton within the palm of his hand, ripe for the taking. Aemond understood there was only one last thing he must do before he could finally destroy God's most precious creation.
He knew you were close. You only needed one more push, as you did before, to finally fall off the edge so you could become his in sin. He doubled his efforts, slurping obscenely at your puffy cunt until it nearly drowned out your moans.
You couldn't breathe, your breath coming out in pants as your legs clamped down on Aemond's perfect silver head, shrieking into the skies as you felt your first peak crash into you. Wave after wave hit your body as never before, tears leaking onto your temples as your back arched in ecstasy. It felt like honey had been poured into your veins, leaking onto Aemond's face as you spasmed around him.
His thumbs delicately stroked the skin of your thighs as you became lax against him, body trembling. A smirk wound its way onto his lips as he let you go, licking your release from his lips as he eyed your drooling cunt. It was simply begging to be filled, the hole weeping for him to enter as he situated his legs under yours, settling on his haunches and tearing the fig leaves from his groin.
You were too blissed out to comprehend the happenings around you, head lulled to the side and eyes shut as he parted your glistening folds with his thumbs. Finally, you looked down at Aemond's ruddy cockhead kissing your entrance. Long-forgotten fear suddenly filled your chest, replacing the pleasure you had found before.
You did not want him to take you. While you had gone against your husband and God with his mouth on your flesh, you did not desire for your virtue to be stolen by him. It was still Adam's right to do so, and you quickly squirmed beneath him, attempting to slide your back along the flattened grass. Aemond grunted in admonishment, pulling your hips back to his own as he locked them around his waist.
"You run from me still," he stated more than asked with a curious tilt of his head. If you had not known better, you would've sensed the slight hurt laced under the bass of his voice. "There is nowhere for you to go, sweet Eve. Your God will not possibly love you after what you have committed here."
Tears, not from pleasure, welled in your eyes as you stared up at him. His face was impassive, concentrating on lining his cock with your virginal hole. When Aemond finally breached the tight entrance, your cries were heard in the heavens, causing the unseen eyes of God to search for you.
It hurt, impossibly so, and the pain did not stay within the assaulted area, traveling through your walls and down to the tips of your toes. You sobbed uncontrollably, vision blurred from agony and tears as he tore through you to the hilt.
"Oh, God, please," you blubbered, unable to withhold your sobs of torment any longer. "Please, have mercy, I beg of you."
"Does it hurt?" Aemond asked saccharine, disregarding your pain with a mock tenderness in his tone. You nodded, weakly pushing at his pelvis as another stretch of pain speared you. "Do not worry. It shall only last for a moment. It will be nothing compared to the hundreds I have spent locked away within the depths of Hell, cast out as no longer one of God's favorites."
You whimpered, tears leaking from your eyes and muddying the ground below. You felt a dampness between your legs, different from the previous sensation, and trained your gaze onto Aemond's manhood. Blood covered his shaft and porcelain thighs, smearing the viscous liquid across his pelvis and staining the light dusting of hair there red.
Aemond wanted this to be painful for you-wanted you to feel every ounce of heart-wrenching agony he felt when his Father cast him out of the heavens. It was the closest he could get to hurting the one he desired.
"Please, stop," you choked, attempting in vain to free yourself once more. "It's too much. I-I cannot take it." You felt your head become full, a disorientating wave rolling through your mind as your vision darkened.
Aemond did not let you stay in that unfeeling state for long, moving his digits to rub circles over your swollen bud and sparking your body back to life with a drawn-out whine. He could not have you unconscious for this. He wanted you to feel everything-every shiver that ran up your spine, every touch of his skin on yours, every begrudging clench of your suffocating walls around his girth as he rutted into you.
Soon, that familiar tingle within your stomach began to grow, causing a wet clicking sound to emanate from your womanhood and a creamy, white ring to form around the base of his cock. The shame mixed with slowly rising high fogged your brain, unable to focus on anything other than the moist slap, slap, slap of Aemond's hips against yours.
You could no longer stand the sight of his sculpted body above yours, sun rays shining behind his silver hair in a juxtaposing halo as you turned your vision to the swaying blades of grass beside you. He cooed tenderly at your disgrace, bow lips forming a mock pout and grabbing your jaw to return your misty eyes to his.
"So pretty. Prettier than me," Aemond murmured to himself rather than you, cheeks squished underneath the pressure of his digits. "God did well with you, I am loathed to confess."
You struggled to remove your face from his grip, his fingers digging in meanly in response to your resistance as pleasure mounted with every kiss of his head to your sweet spot. Hiccuping in time with his thrusts, you sobbed, eyes rolling into their sockets as Aemond continued to swirl your abused nub until more wetness was released from inside.
"Poor thing," he purred, an uneasy grin wrinkling the blushed scar on his face. "Sweet little lamb, there is no use resisting the evils of this world. Give in to me once more, and you shall be free from all that ails you. Free from a God who does not love you... not like I can."
You tried to deny his words, refuting his claims internally with a shake of your head. God's love was unyielding; it was more bountiful than the fruits and vegetables in the Garden of Eden. Satan could not possibly love you more than him-accept you more than your creator did. He was a liar. Aemond was a snake. He deceived you once before, and he was doing it again.
Only God could love you unconditionally for who you were, sins and all. You trusted that he would see your innocence in all this and allow you a chance of forgiveness. He would absolve you of your transgressions here today, for he was a benevolent being who understood you were the victim of Satan's trickery.
That was the only fact in which consoled you enough for your walls to finally release, gushing your second peak all over Aemond's glistening, scarlet cock. It enveloped you in rapture, causing you to shriek and uncontrollably quiver as it ran through your bones like the stampede of wild horses that frolicked in the Garden.
Aemond sang your praises from above, reminding you of the hymns the angels recited as his movements became rougher, more frantic as if to chase something. It prolonged your high just that much longer, and you were powerless to hold still with the animalistic positioning of his hips, both fists burrowing into your waist as his strength rubbed your back raw on the flattened foliage.
Aemond came with a shuddering growl, thrusting into you to extend his peak to the fullest. "Yes, take it. Fucking take my seed and give me my army like the good little lamb you are."
Your limbs twitched as the aftershocks of your release wore through you, his words lost on your ears. Mind numb and form pliant his movements slowed, noiseless groans rumbling the hollow of Aemond's chest. He had not felt this fulfilled since the day he was constructed, observing the pearly liquid leak from your overfilled cunt as he parted your folds with his thumbs.
You indeed were a sight to behold, and although he abhorred the notion, he believed you were God's most extraordinary conception, above even that of himself. His pride would never allow him to admit such a thing aloud, and he was content with the idea that no one but himself would ever know of it.
Aemond pulled out of your abused heat with a squelch and a quiet whimper from you, observing his seed as it ran to the ground below. He had planted in more ways than one and was content with the thought as he slipped into the shadows of his serpentine form. Still there as before, always watching yet unseen with a grin crinkling the corners of his vision.
His exit went unnoticed by you, too blissed to realize he had abandoned you despite your fragile state. Your chest heaved as you regained your breath, wiping away the sweat at the back of your brow as you slowly return your gaze to between your legs, finally understanding that Aemond was no longer within your presence. It caused a sinking feeling at the pit of your stomach, a frown adorning your once glowing features as you looked to the uninhabited Garden, confusion furrowing your brow.
Why had Aemond abandoned you? Had you done something wrong?
You could not help the feeling of loneliness that crept up your body, caging you within its dark claws. Releasing a shuddering breath, you sniffled, steeling your will as you attempted to stand, seeking the physical and spiritual comfort that only Adam and God could provide. A sharp, burning sensation radiated from your womanhood and caused you to crumble to your knees. You did not withhold your tears as they stung your eyes, wincing in great pain as you tried to stand once more, only to fail.
The sound of the softly crunching grass perked your ears, revealing that you were soon not alone. Hastily, you hid behind a tree, its tall trunk obscuring your naked body from the visitor.
"Where are you?" the voice of God called out, searching for his beloved creation. You swallowed the lump in your throat, mouth becoming dry as anxiety cinched your heart.
The air no longer held its same warmth, filling you with unease.
"Here, my Lord," you answered shakily, voice softer than the breeze that swept through your locks as you poked your head from behind the tree.
"Why are you hiding?" he asked kindly, and with no hint that he knew what you had done, the smell of incense wafting into your nose.
"I heard you in the Garden, and I was afraid because I was naked," you responded demurely, eye focused on the ground below, "so I hid."
God's silence scared you enough to bring your tearful gaze to his, body shrinking into itself as he observed you. "Who told you that you were naked? Have you ate from the Tree in which I commanded you not to?"
You did not answer him right away, inhaling a shaky breath of aromatic wind as you hugged your arms closer to your body. Shame filled you to your core, having lost the confidence in God's forgiveness now that you were met face to face.
"The serpent deceived me, and I ate," you cried, falling at his bare feet in humiliation. "I fell into temptation and disobeyed your command. Please, forgive me, Father, for I have sinned in the only way you told me not to!" you begged, hands clasped into a fist, uncaring of your bare form before his eyes.
God no longer looked at you with the same love and adoration as you were accustomed to, eyes now filled with fury and hate you never knew him capable of. He turned away from you, vision trained on something within the lush, knee-high grass you could not see.
"Because you have done this, cursed are you above all livestock and all wild animals! You will crawl on your belly, and you will eat dust all the days of your life!" he raged at the emerald serpent, who only stared at him with unblinking, slanted, amber eyes.
So Aemond had not abandoned you, you realized fleetingly, a flame of hope and gratitude flickering in your chest before God turned to you again.
"I will make your pains in childbearing very severe; with painful labor, you will give birth to children. Adam shall not receive the punishment I bestow upon you, and your desire will be for your husband, who will rule over you," he seethed, index finger pointing accusingly. "Cursed is the ground because of you! Through painful toil, you will eat food from it all the days of your life. It will produce thorns and thistles for you, and you will eat the plants of the field. By the sweat of your brow, you will consume your food until you return to the ground since you were taken from it!"
You wailed, helplessly so, crumbling on your knees before God as you prayed the forgiveness he claimed his love rought but received none. "For dust you are, and to dust you will return," he declared, a roar of thunder clapping through the sky despite the blue of it as he vanished as quickly as he came.
You collapsed on all fours, digging your fingers into the soil, sod sticking under your nails as you sobbed. Cries of despair shook your body, clawing your throat raw as your tears watered the grass below.
God had abandoned you when you needed him most. He scorned you as blood stained your thighs and bruises littered your skin. You felt hopeless-helpless in your isolation that combined with bitterness in your broken heart.
What kind of God disregarded those who worshiped the ground he walked on? You devoted your existence to glorifying him, you put your undying trust into him, and when you needed him most, he punished you. This was his fault.
You confided your troubles to the Father, who dismissed you, blaming you for your plights and saying that the only solution would be sacrificing more of yourself until nothing was left. And you listened ignorantly. You followed the shepherd God like the lamb Satan claimed you to be, and this is where he left you. Alone with only the sounds of chirping birds and crickets with the scent of mud clinging to your flesh.
Fury scratched its way out of your soul as you screamed, pounding your fists again and again and again into the dampened sod until you left impactions in your wake. You mourned for the loss of the life you once knew, now replaced with hardship and permanent subservience to your already king husband.
You hated Adam for dismissing you. You hated God for condemning you. An inferno of emotions you had never felt burned at your insides, charring them until nothing was left but blackened rot.
You felt the familiar smooth scales of a snake wind itself across your torso in an almost comforting manner, slithering down your arm and raising gooseflesh before you quickly snatched it by the hinge of its jaw.
You stared into the tan color of its iris, your tears drying and cracking your cheeks. "I should kill you," you spat, meanly pinching the vertebrae behind the serpent's glimmering green head.
"Do it, little lamb. Kill me," he hissed, a challenging gleam in his beady stare. He knew you could not do it just as you did, but it did not quell the anger in your heart.
You glared at Aemond in rage, eyes puffy and red as your chin trembled. The idea ran through your head as if it happened before you, smashing his small arrow-shaped skull with a stone until his bones and brains were mush. It gave you great joy to imagine, envisioning the smell of his coppery blood as it stained the ground as your tears did, yet you did not move. You stared at Aemond, teeth clenched as you observed the rosey flicking of his forked tongue.
"Show yourself to me," you declared, placing his slender body on the ground as your brows set in a firm line.
Slowly, before your eyes, you no longer saw a serpent but a man. The same man who stole your virtue and surrendered you to ensure the wrath of God alone, kneeling in front of you.
"You left me." The words weighed on your tongue like rocks, not fully admitting what you wanted to say due to your pride.
Aemond's gaze flicked over your naked form, taking note of the welts and essence he left behind. "I did," he replied, voice impassive.
You let the silence hang, ire still evident in your expressions as you observed his stoic face. What would ending his life do? While it would give you great pleasure to seek revenge on someone, it would not change God's decision or your fate. It would not make Adam see you as an equal and not a being less than him.
As if Aemond could sense your inner turmoil, he took your shaking hand in his, steadying it with a gentleness you did not know him capable of. It startled you, causing you to flinch, but he held firm. Was this the true Aemond or another side of him? Was he as wicked and cruel as he was when he stole your virtue, or was that simply a response to the same abandonment he felt from the Lord?
Suddenly, you understood him. You were both creatures victim of a callus and vengeful God who only found love in blind obedience-a God who did not want his ultimate authority ever brought into question. He did not like those who did not follow him in unthinking faith. He wanted lambs, not autonomous beings with thoughts and ideals. He desired those who would serve him and his teachings without question, no matter the harm it would do.
You would serve no God or man but yourself.
Swiftly, you shoved Aemond onto his back with a thud, straddling his waist as you pinned his wrists beside his fanned-out silver hair. You gazed into his eyes, a completely black obsidian orb and an expressionless sapphire one staring back, searching for something as you leaned over his sculpted face, your breath fanning across his skin. Slotting your nose with his, you felt a surge of possession overcome you, poking your moist tongue from between your lips and licking a stripe up the raised flesh of his scar.
Aemond shuddered beneath you, his hardening cock stirring to life between your folds. It felt empowering to know that you affected him as much as he did you, and a smile graced your wet mouth at the realization. You removed yourself from him, observing the way his glistening chest heaved, gradually forming a blush to the pale flesh from the heat of your body.
The dried blood and spent coating your thighs flaked annoyingly on your skin, sticking onto Aemond's hips in brittle chunks as a smirk adorned your features. "You ought to clean me up after what you did," you jeered, sliding your palms down his arms. "It is disgraceful to leave the woman you fucked in such a disheveled state."
Aemond watched you in what only could be described as wonder as you brought your womanhood to hover over his visage, hands now digging into your plush waist. His mouth watered at the sight before him, the blood coating your groin, his seed still weeping from your entrance. He was proud to have left his mark on your perfect body, spoiling you against God.
Oh, how you had changed from the sweet, innocent, unknowing little lamb he met you as...
You arched a quizzical brow, lips in a thin line as you waited for Aemond to stop his ogling and give what you asked. "Go on," you urged with the tilt of your head, voice holding a coldness you had never heard.
Aemond did not hesitate, bringing your core to his mouth as warmth spread throughout your body. He followed your commands earnestly, eagerly cleaning the mess as that familiar pleasure sprouted. You had not realized there was a tenseness to your muscles until his tongue forced you to relax, laving the crust of his seed and your essence around your cunt.
The sheer dominance at having the Devil himself betwixt your legs was intoxicating, releasing guttural, wanton moans as his aquiline nose brushed against your throbbing bud. Aemond let out a contented sound at the salty and coppery taste sliding down his throat, believing he had never had such a divine essence in his mouth until now.
"You are God's most vile creation, tricking and tempting innocents into your desires," you snarled, undulating your hips across his mouth. "Now, it is time for me to treat you the same."
You could see your blood staining the area around his mouth and nose, creating the most beautiful, debauched shade of scarlet on his skin as he focused his efforts on the button at the top of your mound. Uncaring whether Aemond could breathe, you dug your fingers into his hair, pulling at the roots as your legs tightened around his head.
He began to lap at your entrance, his spit stinging the raw skin and creating a delicious burn of pain and pleasure as he stroked the rough patch between your walls. You were in control, the vicelike grip around Aemond's skull giving him no choice but to bring you the ecstasy, the thought setting your nerves a light. It filled you with more satisfaction than when he was there previously, having him at your mercy. You were his God now. He worshiped your cunt as you did the Lord every moment of your life.
Removing your fingers from Ameond's hair, you intertwined them with yours, guiding them to your neglected breasts as you continued to grind against his face. He pinched and flicked your nipples taught, sending jolts of bliss through your veins and straight to your aching cunt.
The musky scent of sweat and bodies hung in the once-floral environment, infecting the air with your shared sins. Aemond's darkness infiltrated your head, the toxic sludge poisoning your mind further into wanting things only the most despicable creatures desired. You hoped for Adam to happen upon you both, to see what he was missing under God's thumb, to have him realize that you were not less than simply because the Lord told him so.
The same knot as before wound inside your stomach, your body trembling and tensing all over as Aemond's fists left your soft breasts and landed on your hips, pushing your core further onto his mouth. Your muscles went slack at the intensity of his movements, leaning back and balancing your weight on your palms on both sides of him.
Aemond's cock flickered at the edge of your vision, a ruddy and almost angry-looking head weeping a pearlescent liquid. You had not seen his cock in its full glory until now, bluish veins running along the underside of his long, flesh-colored shaft as it twitched with every flick of his tongue.
The sight made your mouth water, wishing to take him as he did you, but could not from this angle. You instead held a shaking arm out, grasping his member in your delicate hand. Aemond's hips bucked in response, surprise covering his chiseled, angelic features, focus unfaltering. You pumped him experimentally a few times, observing which strokes and squeezes made his toes curl and legs bend.
You eventually discovered a pace and grip that had him moaning into your core, sending a gratifying vibration through you, watching as Aemond's slit leaked more milky liquid, nearly disappearing under the blanket of his blushed foreskin. His ministrations plucked at the knotted threads one by one, leading you closer and closer to your release before you stopped yourself short, lungs stuttering at the loss of ecstasy.
Hastily, you removed your cunt from his mouth, his lips and tongue chasing after it in want. You smiled at the slight frown on his glistening lips, placing your womanhood on the throbbing heat of his cock and leisurely grinding your hips against him. Aemond groaned throatily into himself, attempting to stifle it with a thrust, palms finding themselves back on your waist to assist.
"Put it in you," he demanded, voice hoarse as his hips rolled with yours. While he wanted to give you the lead, he could only take so much, perspiration dampening his brow and testing his patience.
You ceased your movements, roughly snatching his cock in a brutal ironclad grip and gracing a reprimanding slap to his cheek as punishment for his demands. "You shall not command me," you growled, harshly stroking the smooth flesh until he hissed in discomfort. "No longer shall I wait hand and foot on men or follow those in blind faith. I will serve only myself for I am my own creation."
Aemond could not hide his lopsided smirk at your words, pride filling his chest. His plans had come to fruition. He caused God's favorite daughter to go astray and see him for what he was. Finally, another being in the vast cosmos understood his pain. It bound you to him, a realization you were gradually accepting.
"I am the neglected child that burns the village down to feel its warmth. I will spurn God and all men he creates," you hissed, positioning your hips above his cock with agonizingly slow movement.
Yes, Aemond thought. Yes, yes, yes, succumb to your dark desires.
"I will sow the seed of doubt and sin with the fruits of my labors. My children will infect their minds and bodies, inspire animosity and harm to others. They shall start wars and believe in gods that are not true," you declared, the heat of your rage warming Aemond's cold heart.
You slid him inside, your walls choking his cock with a profound sigh. He stretched you deliciously, the hurt a welcomed feeling as his head reached so far inside you felt as if it kissed your womb. You began to slowly work yourself atop him, still unaccustomed to the feeling and letting out noiseless mewls of satisfaction. Aemond's cockhead rubbed at your sweet spot with every undulation, sending webs of pleasure to stick to your bones.
Control was intoxicating, watching Aemond puff and struggle to accept that he was beneath you, helpless but to take the same pleasure he forced on you. You understand now why God kept you from the Tree. No one should have this much authority.
"No longer am I the sheep but now the wolf that kills the herd and the shepherd," you express with a prolonged breath.
Aemond sighed and nodded his head briskly, agreeing to whatever you said so long as you kept him inside your warm cunt. You continued to grind yourself against him; the combination of satisfaction within your body and on the out sent a new wave of slickness from your core. Your bud tantalizingly rubbed the firm muscle of Aemond's pubic mound, the hairs adding a different texture that spread a great heat underneath your skin.
"I will supply you an army of my blood and your seed. We shall wreak vengeance on God. He will know the pain he has caused ten-fold," you gasped, moving yourself up and down with the muscles of your abdomen and thighs.
Aemond wished for you to go slower, yet faster. The sensation of just laying there, taking it, unable to regain control he had grappled with all his life, was mind-numbing. Your words kindled the flames that licked his gut. The idea of you creating life with your flesh, the unspoken sacrifice of excruciating agony you would willingly put yours through, made him combust, his hot seed sprouting and planting into your walls at an embarrassing speed.
You grinned at the feeling of his spend taking home inside you, having only been riding him for mere moments before he came. It stoked your ego, inflating it into a size that rivaled Aemond's as he whimpered below you, curling into himself. You refused to stop despite his pleas of overstimulation. You had not reached your fulfillment yet, and you had no intention of halting it.
Men like him deserved to suffer, albeit pleasurably. If Aemond meant what he said when he convinced you to eat the Fruit, that you would have the power you subconsciously craved, this would be a consequence. You would push him to the brink of painful ecstasy to ensure your end, as he certainly would for you. It was equality, after all.
"Does it hurt?" you cooed, repeating his words as you leaned over his heaving body, continuing your ministrations. "Now you know how it feels to be so helpless to your body, to the pleasures of the flesh one can give you."
Aemond understood with the voice in the back of his mind that he could easily overwhelm you. Your physical strengths were no match for him, but he wanted you to have a taste of the power beings like him and God possessed.
You stroked the delicate skin of Aemond's visage tenderly, contrasting the intricate movements of your hips as you greedily chased your high. You were smashing your lips against his, creating a mess of teeth and moans as you led his hand down to the apex of your thighs, wordlessly commanding him. Aemond bucked and twitched, unable to control himself as he felt another agonizing release crest at his lower back. If Aemond wanted this torture to be over, he would have to earn it.
You forced his fingers to draw firm, sloppy circles around your swollen bud, groaning as a shudder wracked your body, your release winding right in your stomach. Finally, you removed your mouth from Aemond's, sucking in a ragged breath of air as you shuddered over him. Your hips gradually began to stall, the muscles within your thighs burning with inexperienced exertion as Aemond gazed at your damp face with besotted amazement.
Your ethereal glow had vanished, no doubt as punishment for your disobedience, but he did not believe it affected your beauty. You were divine in Aemond's eyes, not only in appearance but in representation. The Lord could create things out of dust, but you, you could make things out of your essence. While God still could raise his creations with love and dominance, they could always reject their Father, for they were made from nothing, but your children could not escape you, their mother's blood. This was a power God would never possess, a strength he had kept hidden from you until Aemond opened your eyes.
He believed that the Lord purposely kept you blind from this quality of yourself. It was partially the reason why he groomed you to think you were less than him and Adam, for if you knew the true power that was made into the very biological code of your being, you would understand that you and God were equal. There is no influence as powerful as a mother's, and even God could not deny that.
You felt your peak rising with every swipe of Aemond's digits and every tremble of your legs, chest heaving and sweat dripping down your sternum. Eventually, Aemond's overstimulation gave way to pleasure, helpless and near lightheaded as he attempted to chase the salty droplets on your breasts. He licked and sucked at your nipples, rolling them between his tongue and teeth with every groan.
Finally, you came with an Earth-shattering cry, your walls subconsciously milking Aemond for all his worth as his movements continued on your bud. You shivered and shuddered as your climax seized your muscles, lungs unable to inhale a grounding breath as each wave crashed into you and rattled your bones. He wanted to prolong your high, seeking gratification in your own until he busted, cock once again filling your womb with his seed. He whimpered underneath you, back arching and legs bowing, the sound like the sticky, saccharine honey you licked from your fingers for breakfast every morning.
Collapsing into Aemond's hard chest, you felt his spend leak from your cunt. You had never felt so complete, so unequivocally stuffed and sated, that you felt yourself drift into a plane of the unknown existence. Perhaps this was what heaven felt like? The thought rattled in your brain as you blinked leisurely, gaze fuzzy. Perhaps pleasure like this was what God wanted to protect you from, not autonomy and sentience. Maybe he knew that if you or Adam ate the Forbidden Fruit, your mind and body would be opened to vices of the flesh.
It did not matter now. What was done was done. God abandoned you and condemned you to a life of hardship, subservience, and mental and physical anguish. He left you without a care for your well-being, with blood between your legs and your innocence stolen.
Resentment reignited in your chest, pushing yourself off Aemond with a subdued grunt. He eyed you with a quirked brow, his seeing-eye now a prominent blue matching the sapphire that reflected the sun's rays in a caleidoscope of cerulean across your countenance.
You stood over Aemond's prone form, his arms winding behind his head as he gazed up at you quizzically. You could not help but admire his lithe form, body toned, the muscles of his arms and legs sculpted around his bones, tendons rippling as he stretched lazily. He was the most magnificently shaped being you had ever seen, and Aemond knew it, smirking beside himself as he watched your gaze drift to his softened member.
He suddenly seemed so much more human, the realization flicking a switch inside your mind. Aemond was an angel, yes, God's former morning star, but you did not see him above you anymore. He was no longer Lucifer, Satan, or Mephistopheles, the ruler of Hell, God's fallen attendant. To you, he was simply Aemond, a being that had titles that meant nothing now.
Yet you were no longer just Eve, for that name felt like the title of a dead woman, a woman who was blind, reedy, and ignorant to the reality of what the world had to offer, a woman who lived with blinders on her face until a serpent opened her mind. You would not thank Aemond for doing so. He did not do it out of the goodness of his heart. Just like now, how you vowed to repudiate God's will, you were a part of his plan, though you did not believe he thought it would end in this turn of events.
Aemond smiled above at you, his scar wrinkling as he raised his arm in your direction, an invitation to join him at his side. You stared at his offering with reservation, swallowing a lump you didn't realize had formed. You understood that this action was more than just an invitation to touch, your future weighing heavily in his palm. He was wordlessly giving you the option to turn away from the road ahead, to run back into the comfort of the known and away from the discomfort of the unknown. He placed before you autonomy and control of your fate, and it caused you to pause.
What would life be with the Devil at your side? Would he force you to become his servant as God did? You gave Aemond your body and womb, parts of you that you did not realize you could provide to others, and he used it to further his agenda. Yes, you were enraged that he treated you as a tool, but you knew you could do the same for him as quickly. If not for you, Aemond wouldn't have his army. He would still be stuck in the fire and brimstone below, fuming and plotting the perfect moment for his vengeance.
"I will be your equal, not your disciple." Your voice rang out through the Garden, now smooth and authoritative, reminding you of your vindictive God.
Aemond only smiled. He looked as if he was the one who resided on Earth, and you were the fallen angel, curling his toes and lengthening his torso as he adjusted atop the flattened grass.
"Did I imply you would not be?" he inquired with a raised, lightly colored brow.
You took Aemond's hand in yours, intertwining them together. He was surprisingly warm, tucking you into his side as a noiseless gasp escaped your lips, wrapping a possessive arm around your waist. The action sent a shudder down your spine, having never been in a purely soft, intimate position with a man, even Adam, as your body relaxed.
From your blood, you would create the demons of the world. The thoughts inside your fellow human heads that told them to steal that toy from your friend simply because you wanted it. You would never forgive God for what he did. Those who claimed to understand what was best for you-loved you did not punish you with pain and suffering for actions that were not your own.
Your eyes flitted across his toned abdomen, eyes drifting down his stomach and to his fleshy cock, pink and beating with life.
No longer would you be subservient to others; you would raise your children with loving yet gentle hands, allowing them to choose how they conducted their business and protecting them from those who sought harm. Your love would be unyielding and unending, unlike your so-called benevolent God, and then, he would finally see the depths of which the true devotion of love could bring.
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lillithhearts · 3 months
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Inspiration Song : Forgotten Love By Aurora
Halsin x Gn!Reader
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Synopsis : After the Final battle you and Halsin part ways as longed lovers, Halsin making his Task taking care of the less fortunate waiting for your return
A Reunion long overdue,my heart
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You set foot in what was once the cursed Shadow lands a land you hadn't visited in years; gazing at the flourishing land that was once cold, lonely and lacking in color.
Now it was so gorgeous; Colorful with trees and life all around you, Thaniel and Oliver did spectacular work making this land whole again.
But that wasn't why you were here, you were looking for your lover, Halsin who you agreed to part with after the Battle against the Netherbrain. He to help with the people in Moonrise and you Baldurs gate both of your hands were incredibly full as time flew by.
You didn't know if he was even still here, going here on a limb as you longed for him another night, Hoping he felt the same.
A part of you cringed in fear that he might've found someone new; you never split but your status was never set in stone as you went separate ways.
Finally you walked into what you'd been told had been Halsins place of living after asking around other locals, You saw the children he talked about the morning after the battle and you quickly got one of theirs attention
"excuse me, Have you seen a man named Halsin?"
The child almost jumped into the clouds with excitement
"Daddy Halsin?! Yes of course we were just on our way to him!"
You smiled at the child as you followed them, Being led through a door where Halsin was sat next to another group of children telling them a story
"daddy Halsin, somebody is here to see you!"
The child pointed to you with their hand the other holding your larger hand.
Halsins eyes spread in shock as he stopped talking about, whatever he was talking about. His eyes scanning you very intensely before he cleared his throat as he stood up motioning the kids to scurry off
"Come on Children, Me and this nice person need some privacy"
With a slew of "okay"s and "awe"s the children flooded out the door behind you, your eyes never leaving Halsin.
As soon as the last child left, politely closing the door for you two Halsin rushed up to you, almost crushing you in a bear hug as he lifted you into the air. Inhaling your smell after so many years, he finally decided to pull away with you still in his arms
"my heart! You've returned"
Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes as you had gotten closer to him, The lines around his eyes had become more, Along with some smile lines. The years and task of raising many children showing on his yet handsome face he spoke quietly after observing your expression on his own
"I thought we'd never cross paths again.."
You almost burst into a crying laughing mess as you heard his words what foolish words; you huffed as you smacked his shoulder.
"and never see that handsome face again? I thought you were smarter than this"
His laughter roared in the room as he put you down, His arms still around your waist he rests his forehead against yours
"what brings you here, my love?"
The silence after was comfortable, Peaceful as your hand cupped his cheek you contemplated your next words,
"I promised we'd cross paths again and I keep my promises"
Halsins eyes crinkle as he grins from ear to ear his next words interrupted before he can even open his mouth
"and, I hoped you'd have the room to let me settle here, with you"
A content sigh left Halsins lips as he pulled you in for a longing kiss, gentle and tender.
"I've waited years for you to be in my arms again, please do not separate from me ever again, my heart"
I JUST FINISHED THE GAME WITH MY GIRLFRIEND TODAY AND HALSIN???
this might be horrible but it's 3am have mercy
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moonlit-midnight · 1 year
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Beautiful Strangers with the Sun in their Eyes
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Characters: Malleus Draconia.
Genre: Platonic Fluff, Friendship.
Summary: Wherein the random number you dialed one night belonged to no other than the housewarden of Diasomnia.
Warnings:
GN!Reader. The title refers to the pairing.
Malleus is nicknamed Angel. Reader is nicknamed Aurora and is talented in singing.
You were sixteen when you formed an unexpected friendship with a stranger over the phone, only to name him Angel.
It happened past midnight, one of those times where you had trouble falling asleep.
Out of boredom and loneliness, you decided to dial a random number, having a desperate need to talk to someone to pass time.
On the tenth ring, the person picked up the call.
You expected curse words, an enraged voice, but nothing came.
After seven minutes of silence, you almost dropped the call when the person on the other line finally spoke up.
The stranger was a young man. His voice was slightly deep and calm, greeting you with a timid “good morning”.
Although the sky was still dark, it was technically morning since it was already 3 AM.
He didn’t call you crazy for dialing an unknown number. Instead, he wondered why you were still awake at a very late hour.
You told him that for unknown reasons, you needed a stranger to vent to.
You were expecting a sarcastic comment or a mocking laugh from him, but surprisingly, in a patient and gentle tone he said,
“Go on and pour your heart out. I’m all ears.”
So you did.
After venting for nearly twenty minutes, he told you not to hesitate to give him a call next time if you needed someone to listen to your deep thoughts in the dead of the night.
You expressed your heartfelt gratitude to him for having the patience to listen to you.
You were a mere stranger. Yet he took his time to pause his world to listen to things that didn’t concern him.
He chuckled softly in response, assuring you that he was glad to be able to make you feel better.
★ —
Malleus was watching the sun setting down the horizon when his phone rang.
Seeing the name Aurora on his slightly broken screen, he answered the call with a smile tugging his lips.
Twelve weeks had gone by since he received that random call from a certain lovely stranger.
They would call Malleus during their free time and vice versa, asking each other about their day, and discussing anything interesting.
They never asked each other’s names, so Malleus gave them the nickname Aurora because it perfectly suited them and they simply radiated sunshine vibes.
“Hello, Angel.” Came your cheerful voice on the other line.
“Good evening, Aurora.” Malleus greeted, his tone serene and at ease every time he talked to you.
“I hope I’m not bothering you.”
“Not at all, my friend. I’m admiring the sunset outside the library.”
“What a coincidence! I’m also watching the sunset through the window of my dorm room.”
Malleus laughed lightly.
A short silence ensued, and then all of the sudden you started singing.
Like the outside of the window of the car we used to ride Everything around me is looking like a blur, moving fast
We must have followed the speed of the car without realizing Though honestly it seems to have stopped in the past That’s always the time for me, I hope it never fades out
Unfamiliar eyes as each one goes through their own path Our gazes may reach each other as we go Even in the silence, our voices will reach each other
Malleus found himself smiling brightly at the sound of your sweet singing.
The lyrics was dreamy, matching your melodious and soothing voice.
He relished this rare moment, feeling blessed to experience having someone serenading him over the phone.
Such a rare and beautiful moment indeed.
Once your singing came to an end, Malleus fluttered his eyes open, a little lost in a daze.
“You have a wonderful voice.” He remarked, sincere and honest.
“Thank you.” you giggled. “Do you sing too?”
“I do.” Malleus hummed in response.
“I would love to hear you sing one day.”
“It would be an honor to serenade you.”
“I'd like to meet you one day. If you don’t mind of course.”
“Oh, you have no idea how much I’ve been wishing to meet you. I really want to know who you are.” Malleus exclaimed, heart racing in excitement.
“Same here, Angel.” you remarked joyfully before bidding him good night.
“Good night, Aurora.” Malleus echoed before dropping the call, his happy smile unwavering.
★ —
Taking a deep breath and shaking your little anxiety away, you descended the stage, confident and head held high.
The crowd in the Mostro Lounge went quiet, their gazes fixed on you as they anticipated one of your spectacular performances.
Ever since the housewarden of Octavinelle caught you singing in the courtyard a few months ago, he asked you personally to hire you as a singer in the lounge.
Without second thoughts, you happily accepted Azul’s offer.
As you settled down on the stool, you held your guitar in a perfect position and adjusted the microphone to your level.
You gave the crowd of listeners and viewers a stunning smile which never failed to make them swoon over you.
Then slowly shutting your eyes, you started singing with all your heart.
I know time will tell You know, we will keep walking and following the star We were someone’s dream, we don’t forget each other I am always by your side, you must know that
Sometimes I think of when our reality felt like a dream I worry about the seagull that always laughed for us Even if we ride the same boat, you are alone in a different ocean But I will continue to always be the lighthouse you can rely on
I’ll be your home (I’ll be your home, yeah) Oh-oh, oh-oh, I’ll be your home
From a booth far away from the audience, Malleus sang along with the mysterious performer, earning him a surprised look from Lilia and shocking glances from his two devoted bodyguards.
The song wasn’t from Twisted Wonderland, so how come he was humming along perfectly as if he had listened to it a thousand times?
“Malleus, my young prince, how do you know this foreign song? Did the Ramshackle Prefect teach it to you?”
“No, they aren’t the one who taught me this song.”
“Then who—”
Lilia was cut off mid sentence when the prince suddenly let out a quiet gasp, bright green eyes growing wide in astonishment as if he was realizing something.
Of course he knew that song. It was the same song that a certain someone had been singing to him for the past twelve weeks every time he couldn’t sleep.
That soothing voice. It belonged to no other than you, the beautiful stranger whom he often conversed with on the phone, his kindhearted friend whom he calls Aurora.
Malleus stood up from his seat, slowly approaching the stage, and then his voice boomed through the Mostro Lounge.
“Aurora!” He called out. “It’s you isn’t it?”
It wasn’t a shout, but it was clear enough for everyone to hear.
You stopped playing the guitar, setting it aside before you hopped off the stage and ran to Malleus.
Although the two of you never described how you looked like, you and Malleus felt a sense of familiarity as you stared fondly at one another.
Everything about you shone radiantly. You radiated light, hope, warmth and serenity.
You were indeed deserving of the endearing nickname Aurora.
Malleus couldn’t tear his eyes off of you, and the next thing you knew, you were engulfed in his embrace.
People stared shockingly at the scene in front of them.
Malleus Draconia, the crown prince of Briar Valley and the ever powerful and fearful housewarden of Diasomnia was hugging you, the other magicless resident of Ramshackle and dorm mate of Grim and the prefect.
Gasps, murmurs and whispers filled the lounge, but you and Malleus ignored them.
“Yes, it’s me, Angel.” you breathed in, smiling as you hugged him tightly.
★ —
“My name is (…) by the way.” you said, sunlit eyes shining dazzlingly.
“I’m Malleus Draconia.” Malleus repeated your name affectionately before he introduced himself with a warm, sunny smile etched on his face.
“Oh my,” you giggled. “Who would’ve thought the owner of the number I randomly dialed two months ago belonged to the great housewarden of Diasomnia.”
You didn’t personally know each other, but you knew him nonetheless.
You unknowingly passed by each other in the school hallways, and you hear students talking about him from time to time.
However, you didn’t have any idea that he was the same person you often talked with on the phone.
His voice sounded different in person, and Malleus never heard yours since you were always hanging out somewhere with Ace and Deuce or busy working in the Mostro Lounge whenever Malleus visited the prefect at night.
“I’m happy to meet you at last.” Malleus outstretched his hand, and you simply took it in yours, swinging it back and forth in a gentle manner.
“We finally found each other.” you gave him a fond smile as you exited the lounge, hand in hand.
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russellsppttemplates · 6 months
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Mama and Mick are so outdoorsy! Can totally see them hiking even when mama is pregnant with Rora and then Sebastian, and the littles following them after! Imagine them in those little carriers for hiking when they're really small and get tired easily!
"Do you have everything we need?", you asked Mick, grabbing your backpack from the car's boot and putting it on your back while your husband did the same with his, "yes, all packed and ready to go!", he smiled, "are you?", he asked, taking your hand and locking the car, heading up the way you were meant to.
Staying active while pregnant was something you tried to keep up with, despite not doing nearly as much as you used to, but grateful nonetheless that your body allowed you to do the activities you liked while also growing your baby girl and providing a safe place for her, "do you want to stop for a bit?", Mick asked, seeing some benches on the side of the path, "no, I'm good, it's just a little more to the top, right?", you checked, feeling like you were still fine. Still, Mick stood behind you, ready and alert in case something happened and you needed him.
Reaching the top of the first section, you left your backpack on the picnic table, taking in the view and enjoying the breeze on your warm skin, "it's so beautiful", you whispered, "every time we come here it becomes even more beautiful", you looked at your husband, holding his hand so you could hug him, feeling his other hand travel to your bump and caressing the exposed skin since your shorts and sports bra only covered so much of your growing bump, "Rora seems excited too, can't wait to bring her here one day", he smiled, kissing your forehead.
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"Mama, look! Is that where we are going?", Aurora pointed out, making you look at where she was pointing after you made sure your boy was fastened in his seat, "are you good, Seb?", you asked him, "yes, mama! Let's go!", he giggled, "yes, my love. Me and mama used to go up there a lot when you and Seb weren't here yet", Mick explained, strapping in his own baby carrier for Aurora, knowing that sooner or later he too would be carrying her around just like you were doing with Sebastian.
You had been walking for a little bit when Sebastian called for you, "Can I have a snack, please? I'm hungry", he said, and you could hear the pout in voice as you quickly reached the side pocket and gave him a small bag of chopped fruit, "thanks mama! Here, take one for you!", he handed over, "Rora! Papa! I have some snacks, do you want some?", he waved the bag at his sister who stopped at the mention of food, "but your bag is for you, I'd you share with me, you won't eat as much", your daughter reasoned, allowing you to stop so you could all rest a little, "it's okay, I don't mind", you sweet boy said and you melted into goo.
Helping the kids with snacks, Mick handed you your bottle of water, "they're so cute together, we got very lucky with them", Mick told you, pushing you to lean againt him, "we did, they're the best siblings for eachother", you smiled back, "you know, I've been thinking about a third one", Mick gulped, catching your attention, "I know it's not just like that, but look at them. They are such sweethearts and I think we did really good", he added, "I'll think about your case, Mr. Schumacher", you winked at him, walking up to Aurora to see the bird she and Sebastian were trying to feed, "I think he's afraid of us, but we have food. How is that possible? Angie always comes to us when she sees we have food!".
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joekeeryswife · 2 years
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HI LOVE ❤️❤️
Absolutely love your fics could I please have a Joseph x reader and have josephas a dad fic maybe like they have a family day out and its just like rlly fluffy and it could be like the daughter falls over and Joseph comforts her and it’s just rlly sweet
Thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️
Falls - J.Q
hi sweetheart, this got lost in my inbox but here it is so sorry it’s late! i hope this was okay, enjoy <3 
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you and Joseph had a one year old daughter called Aurora. she was the best thing that ever came into your life. she was the perfect mixture of you and Joseph and you got compliments everywhere you went from how beautiful your little family was. it was a Thursday morning and you were all on your way to the London zoo. the zoo was definitely one of Aurora's favourite places.
since Aurora was only one and was starting to walk, you decided against bringing a buggy as it wouldn't be used and you'd have to lug it around for the whole day. you were sat in the car, fingers laced with Joseph's as he drove, listening to Aurora babble in her own language to you guys. "did that really happen princess? wow that's not good" Joseph said as he took a quick glance at her through the rear-view mirror.
"mama" she said mid babbles before carrying on babbling. "wow mama, you didn't put on her favourite outfit because it's too cold? how dare you" Joseph gasped making Aurora giggle loudly. a wide smile spread across your face as you heard that. her giggles were one of the cutest things you'd ever heard and you were grateful you got to hear them everyday.
you arrived at the zoo and Joseph found a car parking space close to the zoo entrance. even though Aurora was 1, she loved animals. whenever she can't sleep, you put on 'Our Planet' and she will sit there and fall asleep to watching the animals and David Attenborough's voice. her favourite animals were definitely seals, her face would light up every time she saw them on the screen. she would called them 'sees' and would clap her hands in excitement.
you got out of the car and walked around to the side where Joseph and Aurora was and saw him putting her on the floor and he grabbed her hand, allowing her to waddle along with Joseph as he walked to the entrance. you followed the and walked to the other side of Aurora and held her other hand.
"dada dada" Aurora said in a sing-song tone. the thing was, she wasn't even calling Joseph. she would just sometimes say that like she's babbling. you guys walked into the zoo and headed straight for the aquarium to let Aurora see the Seals. she could watch them move through the water for hours and just watching her get excited over them filled your heart with so much joy.
she walked silently as she listened to you and Joseph talk about the next few days which would be filled with interviews for him. "i have three tomorrow, two Saturday with Jamie and then four on Sunday then next week i have to fly to America for this Stranger Things walk through experience. i haven't been told too much about it yet but it should be fine" he said as you followed the path to the aquarium.
"do you know when you'll be back?" you asked, looking over at him. he sighed and spoke up "no. but i shouldn't be away for long. even if i am maybe you guys could fly out to see me" he said, body filled with hope even though he knew the answer. it would be a no. you didn't want to travel for nine hours with a one year old and have her whole routine change. America was 7 hours behind and it would just get her confused.
"you know i'd love to but i can't risk it for Rory" you said, guilt filling your body. you wanted to be with him when he did these things, when he travelled around, but being on a plane by yourself with just Aurora scared you. "i know. it was worth the ask though right?" he questioned, a small smile on his face as he turned to look at you and saw you with a similar smile as you nodded your head.
you arrived at the aquarium and walked to the seals section and that's when Aurora's whole demeanour change. she was quiet for most of the walk there but now she'd seen the small seal swim past the tank, she squealed and smiled brightly. "sees mama" she screamed, excitement laced in her tone as she let her tiny hands fall onto the see through tank, eyes following each seal as it swam past. "that's right sweetheart, they are seals" Joseph said as he bent down to be level with her.
there were a few other people around the tank, their own children being excited by the animals. Aurora stood there, fascination spread across her face as she watched the animals swim around. you let your hand run through one of the two small pigtails on top of her head. "mama" she said, looking at you as her finger pointed to the tank making your smile grow.
"i know sweetheart, the seals are there" you said, bending down to her level. "do you wanna go see some other animals love? we can come back later" Joseph said to Aurora who looked up at him doe eyed. she lifted her arms up so Joseph could pick her up which he did, making you stand up properly. "where'd you wanna go love? maybe we should take her to see the lions" Joseph asked you as you both walked out of the aquarium section.
"yeah let's go there, i think she'll like them" you replied, taking ahold of his hand and stroking the back with your thumb. you guys walked to the lions and tigers section listening to Aurora babble as you walked along. she all of a sudden squealed once she saw the huge lions in their field, obviously excited to see them. this made Joseph jump, she’d only been babbling along quietly and then a massive squeal pulled him out of his thoughts.
“jesus princess, you made me jump” he said as he kissed her cheek, making her laugh loudly. Joseph put her down in front of a glass screen which separated the animals from you and made sure she could see them. “you see them sweetheart?” he asked as she smacked her hands on the glass to hold herself up, accidentally smacking it too hard. “no love, don’t smack it please, be gentle” you said, wanting her to know that smacking things is wrong. she looked up at you then back at the glass where the lions were.
“do you remember what sound a lion makes sweetheart?” Joseph said, knowing she would definitely imitate the lions roar. “roar” she said in a high pitched voice, doing an impressive impression of a lion. Joseph laughed and kissed her cheek as you clapped your hands. “that’s right, the roar” he said, smile growing wider. she could do a lion impression from about 8 months old and it was one of the cutest things you’d ever heard.
once looking at the lions for a while, Joseph wanted to go see the elephants, another one of Aurora’s favourite animals. he stood up and started walking, allowing Aurora to walk on her own beside him. he thought it would be a good idea to not hold her hand so she could get used to walking on her own, that was a bad idea. the ground which surrounded the lions section was pebbly and rough, not a flat surface where it would have been easier to walk on.
she started waddling quite quickly down the path, which was luckily pretty empty, and as she put down her right foot when she was a bit away away from you guys, not to far that you couldn’t see her but quite a bit in front of you, her foot landed on a big rock, making her ankle twist and she fell straight onto her bum, hands getting a scraped a bit from the variety of stones which covered the floor.
one second she was quiet and the next she was sobbing loudly, obviously she’d hurt herself. now when you wee growing up your mother had just dusted off your clothes and picked you back up, making you not think of the pain which made you only cry if you’d really hurt yourself so you did the same with Aurora. she’d never cry if she fell over so this was new for both you and Joseph.
“oh shit” Joseph said, walking quickly to Aurora who was sobbing her little heart out. Joseph picked her up and pulled her into a hug as she wrapped her small arms around his shoulders as she sobbed into his neck. “oh sweetheart, it’s alright” he said, trying to calm her down. you walked in front of Joseph and rubbed up and down her back, soothing her as best you could as Joseph kissed her forehead. “you had a little fall didn’t you” he said, feeling her nod against him.
he felt guilty. it was his idea to let her walk on her own and here she was now hurt because of it. “let me see sweetheart” he said, pulling her gently out of his neck to check her palms, there were quite a few scrapes on them. “oh sweetheart. you’ve scraped yourself up” he said, his left hand coming up to wipe her tear stained cheeks. you’d reached into your bag and pulled out a baby wipe to clean the dirt off of her hands.
“mama will clean your hands okay? she’ll be so gentle you’ll hardly feel it” he said, leaning in to kiss her cheek as you wiped her hands gently, clean of any dirt and bacteria. her sobs increased as you wiped her hands, making you feel terrible but you didn’t want her to get an infection from the dirt, once her hands were clean, you gave them a small kiss and let your hand stroke the back of her neck as she finally started to calm down.
“you okay now sweetheart, shall daddy carry you to see the elephants?” he said, putting a few baby hairs which had fallen out of her pigtail behind her ear and stroked her cheek, a sympathetic smile plastered on both of your faces. she rubbed her eyes gently and nodded, letting her head fall back into his neck. you were so proud of how you both handled that situation, especially Joseph. you saw how much he loved her and how much he wanted to protect her and seeing him run straight to her made your heart swell. you and Aurora were definitely lucky too have him in your lives.
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moonydustx · 9 months
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can you do an imagine where reader and pedro bring there newborn to the last of us set to meet everyone
Hey! First of all, from the bottom of my heart, I apologize for the delay. Life has been tough, but I'm getting back to writing now. I hope you like it and if you have more requests, I'll do my best to answer them. I adapted the idea a little, hope you don't mind.
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Fears and Monsters
Pairing: Pedro Pascal x F!Reader
Warnings: You are the parents of a baby, mentions of the clickers, no spoilers for the series.
With a visit to The Last of Us set, you find out a little more about your daughter's fears.
Translations: Amor - Love / Princesa - Princess
No beta and english is not my native language, so please be nice!
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Aurora's little legs were bouncing restlessly as soon as you got her out of the safety seat, if she could talk she would surely be thanking the heavens, a short four hour drive seemed like an eternity for a five month old baby.
The weekend was too boring, Pedro had spliced ​​some footage, which made him not see you for a little more than a week. You had talked to Neil, asking for a little time to visit the set and as he already knew who would be your companion, he accepted immediately.
"No way!" Bella's voice, still dressed as Ellie, echoed before you could actually see they. "I can't believe you two came."
"Just a quick visit, we couldn't stay home any longer." you replied, already handing little Aurora into Bella's arms, who seemed to be more anxious than the baby.
"And you... You've grown!" your daughter's laugh when she was squeezed by Bella made you laugh together, your presence already attracted some looks. "Are we going to find your old man?"
"Please." you asked, following the path. "How has the reshoots been?"
"Very calm. Well, they are simpler scenes, in Jackson, there is very little left to finish."
"This is great, I heard you saw a giraffe these days."
"My God! You should have seen it, she was so beautiful and calm, I swore their necks weren't even that huge."
"Pedro was also impressed, I needed to hear about it for a few days." even though Bella held Aurora tight, you kept a close eye. "I confess that maybe I got a little jealous."
A few meters walked and you were already entering Jackson's set. Most of the things there were practical effects, the little wooden houses, the horses in the stable. A handsome man in a shabby plaid flannel with disheveled hair. You could swear that the environment became even brighter when you saw him smile in your direction.
"My girls!" he came towards you, giving you a hug that took your feet off the ground. You could feel him bury his face in your neck and smell your perfume. "I missed you, amor."
"We miss you too." you replied as soon as he released you. It only took seconds for him to take Aurora from Bella's arms and shower her with kisses, barely pausing to breathe. Aurora was in that adorable phase where every gesture was a reason to laugh.
"You look so beautiful, my sweetheart." Pedro had entered a universe of his own, lost in love with his own daughter. "What do you think about taking a walk with Dad?"
"And then he says he's not a silly daddy." Bella commented to you, who immediately agreed, but it didn't go unnoticed by him.
"I'm not. She's just too cute." you could have sworn Pedro would melt right there when he saw the little girl put her little hands under his cheeks. "See? She agrees with me."
"This time we let it go." you replied, still with a silly smile watching the two. "So, shall we go for a walk?"
"Sure. Let's go see Jack!" Pedro reached out one of his hands, taking yours and giving it a quick kiss.
You and Bella followed him, laughing at all his excitement. Jack, whoever he was, seemed miles away, as Pedro made a point of stopping and saying hello with Aurora to everyone along the way.
When you get close to one of the stables in the scenario, you finally understand that it was Jack. A completely brown and beautiful horse that was there. Bella went ahead and called him, Jack with meek steps placed himself at the edge of the fence.
"Look princesa, a horse. Just like in that book daddy showed you." Pedro approached and you can see Aurora's face close. Foreseeing what would happen, you moved even closer to the horse. "Don't be afraid, my love, it's just a pet."
"Look at Mommy." you got her attention by petting Jack. He promptly licked your face, making you laugh. "See? Want to try?"
Pedro barely took her little hand and it was enough for Aurora to show the power of her lungs. The cry echoed throughout the set, making Pedro immediately move to the opposite side of the horse.
You even thought about going to him and trying to help calm her down, but you were no match for Pedro, who managed to calm her down just by talking to her. Since the little girl was born, he had taken that role for himself.
"Okay, someone really doesn't like horses." Bella spoke, petting Jack. "Maybe she likes Olivier."
"Who is Olivier?" you walked towards Pedro and Aurora's cry was no longer heard.
"10 bucks she won't cry with Olivier." Bella arrived announcing, attracting Pedro's worried look.
"20 bucks for you not to make that up." he replied, with the little girl lying on his shoulder.
"30 bucks to see him from afar."
"What do you think amor?" Pedro turned to you, who shrugged.
"I have no idea who it is."
"You promised that when she came we would show her." Bella interrupted, thrilled to see Pedro relent.
You made your way back to the inner area of ​​the set and it didn't take long for you to understand what it was all about.
"You are not going to show my daughter a zombie." you made a move to pick her up, but the little one remained firm in her father's arms.
"Only from afar." Pedro warned, turning his daughter to face Olivier. "I promise if I see her threaten to cry, we're out of here."
"Aurora, look over there." Bella tried to get her attention, she seemed to understand exactly what they were saying.
Aurora glanced in Olivier's direction and then at her own father, babbling something. The little eyes, still red from crying, no longer had any tears. Again she turned to the man who was made up and pointed her little hand, trying to reach.
"I think... Hold on a second." Pedro took a few more steps towards Olivier.
At that point, everyone around was already paying attention to the girl's reaction, who still looked curious. A few more steps and you were around Olivier, who, despite his hideous make-up, was looking curiously at the girl.
"She's definitely not afraid of him." Neil, who accompanied the recording, said in surprise.
Aurora cooed excitedly and stretched out both small hands towards the man who was dressed as a clicker. He lowered himself to her height and she started to play with him, trapping her little hands on the ends of the makeup she had made.
"No way!" Bella mumbled as disbelieved as the two of you.
"She hates horses…" you started, still baffled by her toothless smile.
"And she loves Olivier" Pedro's voice was as surprised as yours.
"Unbelievable!" Neil placed himself between the two, asking permission to take Aurora in his arms, which, as he was even closer to Olivier, he accepted immediately. "Hi Miss Pascal. Do you want to play with the clicker? Oh dear, Uncle Neil will get you a job next season."
"Unbelievable." Pedro muttered, still disbelieved. "Did you see? My little girl isn't afraid of zombies."
"That she certainly didn't get from me." You watched Neil distract Aurora with the rest of the staff dressed up as infected.
"My fearsome." Pedro caressed your chin, stealing a quick peck from your lips. "You made my day, coming here, bringing our girl."
"Too bad we're already going home." You said, just to tease him, but you saw his smile disappear immediately. "By home, I mean room 42 of a certain hotel near here."
It took a few seconds for him to understand, which drew a sincere laugh from you.
"Are you staying all week?"
"Yes, my love, we couldn't take the longing anymore." he didn't hesitate to hold you in a hug, distributing several kisses, just like he did when he saw Aurora.
"Well, then I guess Aurora would love to meet all the other Olivier's in the series."
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theemmtropy · 4 months
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Intertwined Spirits, a Gale x Transmasc!Tav fanfic
Summary: Gale wants you to know that he loves you for who you are, despite your body not aligning with how you feel inside.
Words: 1,753
Rating: T, fade to black
Warnings: Nudity, body dysphoria, mention of misgendering by other NPCs, spoilers for Act 2 of Baldur's Gate 3
Also available on AO3!
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You’d already told Gale about how your relationship with your body was… strained. Yes, you were grateful to it for all it had carried you through. How it kept you up, kept you awake- and asleep, occasionally, when you needed it- and kept you functioning. But it was still a body that you weren’t comfortable with.
Elders would say you were “born into the wrong body,” but that wasn’t quite right. Your body wasn’t “wrong”, it was you, just as much as your heart, soul, and mind were. It was just that what was outside didn’t quite match with what was inside. Like if a bottle of wine had been labeled as beer.
Gale had understood exactly what you’d meant when you told him that your body was female, but your soul was of the masculine variety. He’d never seemed to be too preoccupied with any of the party members’ genders, but when he’d indicated a romantic interest in you, he made it clear that he liked you no matter if your gender matched the sex of your body.
Fighting in a binder was difficult, to say the least, and the constant traveling and setting up camp made it illogical for you to bind as much as you would like. Luckily, armor did a passable job hiding your form, so you didn’t have to deal with dysphoria as much as you did in regular clothes. Today had been rough, however, and you were feeling particularly disconnected from your body. Once you’d reached Last Light, you’d met several people who mistook you for a woman, and the exhaustion and depression from the Shadow Curse was just the icing on the cake.
It is now finally time to turn in for the day. You set up your tent, camp clothes hanging loosely from your body, your sweat turning cold from the chill of the shadows. Sensing a presence, you turn to see Gale- but not Gale? The shimmering outline around his body indicates that magic is obviously at play, and when he opens his mouth, his words confirm that this is some type of spell.
“Good evening! I’m here on behalf of Gale of Waterdeep. He wishes to extend you an invitation for a private conversation in a more suitable locale,” says the shimmering image of Gale.
“Very well, show me the way,” you reply, a smile edging its way onto your face.
“Gladly!” Continues the image. “Simply follow yonder path, and soon you will find him.” He gestures behind him, and you see footprints, glowing faintly blue, skipping their way towards a copse of trees that had been caught up in First Light’s protective circle.
You feel your mood lifting. Even in this dark and gloomy place, he somehow manages to delight you with all manner of magical creativity. Following the footprints, you eventually find Gale; he is sitting on the ground, surrounded by a swirling illusion of a lovely forest, a starry night sky, and an aurora lacing its way through it all. Upon sitting next to him, he turns to look at you.
“I’m so very glad you came,” he says, smiling. But his face has a hint of sadness. “I do hope you like what I’ve created- I made it as much for you as I did for myself. I wanted a moment of peace. Stillness. The dark of night, different from the shadows surrounding us. The darkness when lovers can be-” He stops, a bashful smile on his face. “I do hope to call us lovers. Despite the obvious ending that fate has decided for me.”
You take one of his hands in yours. “Gale, you don’t have to sacrifice yourself. Mystra’s demand is outrageous, and your life is your own.”
He pauses. Then, “I’ve thought a lot about my life. My death. As far as deaths go, the one presented to me is the most… logical.”
“But it’s not what you want,” you state. “You said you hope to call us lovers. Won’t you give us a chance to become such a thing?”
You see hope bloom in his expression, and he leans in closer. “Perhaps… perhaps I shall. Would you like to start tonight?”
You lean in to kiss him, long and slow. He is still disheveled from the day’s activities, his hair tousled, and you take the opportunity to lace your fingers into his locks, tugging gently. This prompts a whine from the back of his throat, and when he pulls away, he looks slightly embarrassed.
“If things were different, if we were home, I’d have taken the time to do things properly. To say it all better. But time is short.” He touches his forehead to yours. “I am in love with you.”
You sigh, elated to finally hear those words. “I am in love with you, too. Though that was probably obvious.”
He chuckles, a beautifully raspy, deep sound. “It fills me with joy to hear you say so. It would be a shame to spend my potential final hours making an ass of myself. I must admit, I have been thinking a lot about how I would woo you. How I would wow you. How I would bond with you in the way gods do. Intertwining our spirits in visions of the Weave. My soul, touching yours- our truest forms.”
You’ve been waiting for a chance to show Gale how much you love him, so you find yourself nodding along to what he’s saying, your smile easy and bright. “I would love to. I would love to do anything- everything- with you, Gale.”
He smiles back, then stands, lifting you with an outstretched hand as well. “Let us imagine, first, the perfect night in Waterdeep.” He waves a hand, and around you, the scene he has created shifts into his study- what he describes as the center of his universe. He creates the books, statues, piano, and eventually leads you out to a terrace overlooking the sea. There, you two sit on a bench, and he produces a thick book.
“This book here is called ‘The Art Of The Night,’” he says, and you see on the cover a faded scene of two people making love. “I have many books on topics such as this, but I believe this one to be the best suited for what I want to share with you. It describes the first thousand nights of a marriage between a king and queen, but it is not so straightforward as a man and woman sharing a bed.
“They turned everything they did into an art. The art of conversation. The art of taste, time-honored and newly acquired. The art of the body. The exploration and acceptance of the self and the other. It is for this reason that I chose it: I want you to know that I accept you, and that everything I give to you, I give to your body, mind, and soul. I see you for who you are- your struggles and your triumphs, your pain and your elation. I give myself wholly to everything you are.”
He opens the book to reveal two pages, each marked with a handprint and runes. “What do you say? Shall we take a page from this book?”
“That sounds wonderful,” you say enthusiastically. “But I don’t see a bed?”
“The stars will be our bed,” he murmurs. “Follow me.” Setting the open book in between you on the bench, he places his hand on the page closest to you. You follow suit, placing your own hand on the page closest to him, so that your arms are crossing.
You feel a gentle pulse of magic flow between you, and then there is the strange sensation of falling- no, not falling; floating. Gale raises his hand, and you see that it is glowing and translucent. His physical hand is still on the page, but it’s as if his spirit has risen out of his body, free to fly where it pleases. Then he takes your hand, and as he lifts you from your position, you realize you have also left your body behind.
You should be frightened, you think, but with Gale here, it doesn’t feel scary. It just feels… electrifying. And soothing. And refreshing. All at once. He pulls you up into the sky, the scenery changing once again to be a cosmos of stars, a sea of rippling lights and shadows. This, however, feels more real than any of his illusions, and that includes your body.
Looking down at your glowing form, you shout, an action that is translated into a pulse of light leaving your throat. You take yourself in, shocked and delighted to find that your chest has been reduced to that of a male’s chest. You also have the sex of a male, and reaching up to your face, you feel the faint impression of whiskers growing in on your jaw.
“Are you pleased, my love?” Gale asks, his voice an echo in your mind rather than words that can be heard.
“I’m beyond pleased,” you respond. “Did you know this would happen?”
“I had a theory it would,” he says, then wraps his arms around you, running his hands up and down your back. He seems to be simultaneously touching more places than he should be able to. “Our spirits take the forms that are truest to ourselves. I wanted to give you this time to be known as deeply- as intimately- as possible. There are endless worlds out there. Countless ways to declare love. Infinite ways to express it. Too much for one night… But we shall try.” 
Seeing the mark of his orb glow faintly in his chest, you lean down to kiss it tenderly. You want him to know that you are not afraid of any part of him; not his past decisions, not his current predicament, and not his uncertain future. You do not fear him, you accept him, just as he accepts you. Kissing his lips, you begin to move your own hands all over his form, wanting to show him just how much you love him.
As the two of you spin through the stars, finding both comfort and ecstasy in each other’s souls, you are assured of one thing:  Gale loves you, cherishes your body, no matter what form you are in. Feminine body or masculine soul, healthy or wounded, clean or dirty- Gale loves you for who you are, and you feel the same way about him.
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crimezi · 4 months
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okay so i was thinking about how the winners of the life series get assigned a celestial body that corresponds with their personalities
grian - the sun: the origin of life, an authority or divinity, that which everything revolves, light of the server, a ever burning source of shock and awe
scott - the stars: all the light that’s too far to reach, unchanging predictable path, always reliable, infinite and unattainable, a sort of destiny
pearl - the moon: that which inspires insanity, a constantly evolving and always present force, can change the tides, she’s got range <3
martyn - mars: the symbol of war for wars sake, rather easily manipulated despite his own knack for manipulation, ancient to the point of rusting, willing to betray everyone for a leg up in the terror
so i came up with at least my reasons for the rest >:3 i did my best to mix different symbolism and a few of them are more sound in their reasoning but i’m happy
mumbo - mercury: two sides of an extreme either too hot or too cold, constantly making insane twists in logic, a follower of sorts (he’s insane constantly in an out of control, seeks out information and spreads it around)
skizz- venus: the goddess of love <3, from afar a simple bright light but upclose the most volatile mix of elements, incapable of hosting life (he just wants to see everyone together but also he loves it when he’s given a reason to go a little crazy he’s so Aphrodite coded)
scar- earth: being returned to which sustains us, something something cycles and rebirth, potential, the roots that connect us, the feeling of stability and belonging, a strength that goes unnoticed (he is the flesh maggots adore, where would we be with out him)
gem- aurora borealis: the goddess of the dawn, circle of life, a connection to the dead, power and wonder (i only have so much to work with but also she is the embodiment of a spectacle the shimmering chaotic brightness and also dawn imagery is her thing)
bdubs- eclipses: a doom or foreboding sense of darkness, something so profound that can extinguish even the brightest light, seemingly inextricably connected livable chaos (bdubs is simultaneously very dark and very bright he’s always on edge and genuinely i think we should be more terrified of his ability to flip in a dime he’s very volatile and i love him)
jimmy - meteorshowers/shooting stars: gift from heaven, mystery beyond human comprehension, forces beyond control (boy falls so much, no but his brief but beautiful existence like transience, he moves so fast he burns himself always right before or at the beginning of the unravelling chaos)
cleo- ceres : the mother <3, death and rebirth, the rhythms of the seasons, fostering and adopting, unconditional love, all the issues of devotion, attachment, separation, sacrifice, loss and grief (big sad feelings every season, they always have a deep connection that’s brutally severed)
joel- jupiter: lonely despite all his efforts, all about improvement and good karma, lots of energy spent in forming relationships, calls forth miracles and changing fates, big eye for an eye vibes (he’s the big man!!, he’s always very focused on improving his game and making good deals but still incredibly stubborn)
etho- saturn: a very divorced married divorced planet, very focused in discipline and wisdom, lots of personal responsibility but can also represent shame and suffering (he’s got this very interesting balance going on between being very civil but also very anxious, i could study him for hours)
tango: uranus: hehehe, raw genius and eccentricity, upheaval and innovation hand in hand, out of balance a little rebellious!!! (tango is oops all unconventional ideas also he’s always better off in groups but his individuality and need to discover stop consistently leads him into unexpected sudden issues)
lizzie - neptune: the mystical realm the domain of dreams and delusions, always just a little to vague with intentions, idealism to a fault, a emphasis on creativity and intuition (she is confusion incarnate, listen everything about lizzie comes back to magic fairy shit)
bigb- pluto: a new approach and new perspective, the underbelly of emotions what lies beneath the surface, an unconscious mind exploring dark domains and cycles of harm, spirt over matter (listen bigb is the physical embodiment of ‘what happens if i exculswively go with the flow and just sorta stuble upon answers to questions nobody had?’ and i love him)
impulse- the void: all things ambiguous, the gap inbetween your real self and the replacement ego, incomprehensible emptiness (impulse always has like five facades up and behind all of that is nothing knowable there’s a gnawing sense of dread in all his seasons)
ren - supernova: an explosive transformation, change itself, unleashed potential, fusion in a strange and tragic ways, the afterlife, never ending chain of destinies (he’s just got so much energy he fucking exploded that’s why he’s not in the last 2 seasons he’s crazy powerful he’s just sets things in motion so often, he’s also very pretty <333)
okay i think all of that makes sense lmao
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rollofleaf · 6 months
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All my Pathfinder Blorbos
I did this for BG3, so here's all my Pathfinder CRPG characters in one place. The only art I own is for Hilde and Ethyn.
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Hilde Svalksdottir, Musetouched Aasimar Skald. Demon Path, though she switches to Azata in Act 5. She's just a skald trying to make a name for herself who got roped into the Crusade. Romancing Arueshalae.
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Nadia Karayan, Ajibachana Dhampir Grenadier Alchemist. Aeon Path. A half-vampire with a strong vendetta against the undead trying to keep balance. Romancing Daeran.
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Ve, Sylph (half-elf) Eldritch Archer Magus. Angel Path. A wandering dancer and mage who ends up as the Commander of the Fifth Crusade. Romancing Sosiel.
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Sakura Redpetal, Kitsune Inquisitor. Trickster Path. A devout follower of the Green Mother who enjoys the constant intrigue and espionage necessary when fighting demons. Romancing Camellia.
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Ethyn Roseveil, Musetouched Aasimar Hospitaler Paladin. A paladin of Shelyn trying to turn her new barony into a bastion of peace, tolerance, and love. Romancing Nyrissa.
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Aurora Brightsong, Human Overwhelming Soul Kineticist. A noblelady exiled from her home after loosing control of her power, now trying to learn how to control and develop her control over air and electricity. Romancing Kanerah and Kalikke.
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Guys- guys im making this game way too big for my own good help
It started that you were just on the aurora fixin' smth- n now there's 3, maybe more endings planned, and one definitely follows a completely different path. There's so much to make and do and draw and code, and oh my god, at this point, im way too overwhelmed by the amount of stuff i need to do to do anything! And i like to do stuff WITH people, but at the same time, I'll only accept help when im dead but if i don't have someone to tell me what to work on for the day- i do little to nothing!- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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albino-parakeet · 9 months
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Dinosaur Season
I’m so glad you guys enjoy my Dinosaur sky art! ^_^ A bit surprised how much attention they’ve gotten!
I saw in some comments/tags of ideas for a Dinosaur season. News flash! I also had ideas for one, tho some of stuff looks kind of similar to Season of Abyss. (Clarifying that I don’t think TGC took the designs or whatever, I never publicly posted these, so it’s just pure coincidence.)
Luckily I got my poor, poor laptop to boot up so I can transfer the art here. Just a heads up most of these are just sketches, getting a feel for the idea. If I worked on it now I’d probably change a few things, but I don’t have the time -_-‘ Unfortunately most of the brainstorming was done in DM with one of my friends almost 2 years ago, I’ll try to piece together what I can from it and try to update it with the current lore
Heads up it’s very wordy. (Also sorry for the varying quality of the images)
So when I started brainstorming this Sky was in between The Little Prince and the beginning of Season of Flight. So some of the story from the Season of Flight is connected to this Fan Season. I could never figure out a name that stuck, I just called it Season of Rediscovery. It’s heavily inspired by James Gurney’s “Dinotopia”, if you haven’t read it just look up some of the art it’s beautiful.
Similar to Season of Prophecy, the entrance is a cave that had recently been unblocked. I don’t have a great idea about what realm it would be held in. The entrance cave is big but has an opening on the top that let’s sunlight in. In the middle of cave is a steep drop where the Season is.
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Based on the Son Doong Cave, it’s a cave with its own ecosystem. (And it’s own light creatures ;) ) I realized too late that it’s similar to the one area in the Hidden Forest, but I love it too much now so. The main peak in the middle is speckled with Gingko like trees, with a kind of heavy mist wrapping around it. A shallow lake surrounds the main peak, save for a skinny path that curves left into a darker section.
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Glowworm cave is a dark cave filled with an array of lights produced by the Glowworms that inhabit it. I’ve thought about how it would affect people with light sensitivity and epilepsy. The lights don’t flicker but slowly pulse and aren’t too bright. I think it would be similar to the meditation room from Season of Aurora. It would be like a quiet get away for anyone who needs it, honks are muted and there’s a soft tune that plays.
On the other side of the opening, past the shallow lake is an expanse of rolling grassland, with posts that hang an arrangement of flags that follow a well worn path that leads to the city/town. This is where my favorite spirit is located.
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Cloud gazing Shepard!
He’s the Shepard of a herd of Diablocertops, it’s not a big herd but a good size. He takes this herd out to the field area near the entrance where the sun comes through at the top of the cave. And they sit on this one rock almost every day, he takes this herd out just to look at whatever clouds pass by the opening at the top or the ones that form around the mountain at the base of this cave. 
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Sadly they are the only spirit I have a basic design of, which sucks cause there’s another spirit with a cute short story with them. So I’ll just put that blurb here.
Meticulous Artist- “ Coincidentally another spirit seems to come to the same field at the same time as them, carrying an easel, paints, and a canvas. The Shepard didn’t think much of it since it seems they’re painting the same scene he’s looking at. But one day when The Shepard decides to take a nap, they get tapped on the shoulder by the Painter Spirit holding the canvas that they’ve been lugging out there almost everyday. And it’s a painting of him staring at the clouds without a care in the world”
Since I only have my Shepard boy to show I’ll tell what the story is for all the spirits. So the spirits that live in this city/cave are all families that realized what was happening, leaving in search of someplace safe. (This was way before Season of Remembrance or Aurora came out so this whole war thing was based on the theories and hints from other seasons.) As the war went on any soldier or civilians mortally wounded, and any spirit seeking shelter would be given passage to this settlement. A good few have prosthetic limbs ex. Cloud gazing Shepard and Meticulous Artist, and a large number of the other spirits are young, (either too young to fight or basically dodged the draft) too old to fight or sick. It’s unsure how long they’ve been settled but they do have access to trading.
If you notice on the Diabloceratops from earlier it has a bell similar to the Chimesmith from Season of Flight. I’d like to believe there’s stacks of documents, covered in dust, in the Chimesmith’s area, and maybe some in the other spirits too, that are trading papers and such from this town. But every document doesn’t state where this town is because “who wouldn’t know about them. No need to write where they’re at” a real “Land of Punt” situation.
Your Sky kid arrives to the city, it’s dressed in decorations and lights, the quests that are given are related to preparations for a celebration of the city. You help the Shepard with dressing the dinosaurs for the parade, help the Artist in charge of the decorations, and help the Outgoing musician compose for the Dance. An outlier spirit is the Excitable Youngster, a kid just so excited for the festival. Towards the end of the Season it’s revealed why the path to this city was blocked. In an effort to keep the darkness from spreading, they sealed off the entrances and ultimately trapping themselves inside as well.
Mask designs, Nasutoceratops belongs to the Musician and the Carnotaurus is most likely an Ultimate. There’s a Parasaurolophus mask but I lost it :(, it would belong to the Youngster.
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The masks are based on Opalized fossils. Nasutoceratops is Opal and Carnotaurus is Amber. The Parasaurolophus was like a Lapis Lazuli. They are sadly unfinished.
(Ignore the duck mask, I was using it as reference XD)
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The Musician’s instrument(s) are Ringing Rocks, a special rock that rings when hit with a hammer. This is the stage, positioned in the middle of a city plaza like area. No clue if it could be an instrument for Sky kids haul around, but it could be an interactive thing like the Sanctuary bells.
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This is a good example of the ringing rocks for music. Heads up, It’s a little loud. Music starts at 1:14.
A doodle of the parade, featuring Olorotitan. (Rip quality)
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Sorry there’s not a lot of art with it, and it’s mainly just text but I wanted to share it. Any questions about it, I’d love to answer or critiques work too. This was just for fun anyway.
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Expedition Bluff II: Fireworks
Sariel x OC (Oliver - @olivermorningstar) Fluff Word Count: ~400
Written for the one and only Oliver <3
Content Warnings: none
Oliver nods, although it is pointless in this space. He cannot see anything – not his fingers, and not his legs, and not even the very red tip of his very own nose. He shakes his head, long hazelnut hair sweeping across the nest of a scarf around his neck, his head the egg and his hood – the overzealous mother hen.
“Give me back my glasses.”
“They’re going to fog up.”
“They will not.”
“They will. Just mind your step and keep your face in the scarf… Or am I to remind you why we don’t argue?”
“Sariel Noir, at this rate I will remind you why we should start.”
Crunch, that only the frozen snow produces.
Cough, or a guttural gurgle, muffled down shadow of an embarrassed sound.
“I know you haven’t been exactly pleased with us being here.”
“That’s not it. I’m not pleased with you always putting yourself last… You’ll work yourself to death one day.”
“Let me finish.” Sariel takes breath that borders being a pause. “Please.”
Oliver nods, although it is pointless in this space. He cannot see anything – not his fingers, and not his legs, and not even the very red tip of his very own nose. He shakes his head, long hazelnut hair sweeping across the nest of a scarf around his neck, his head the egg and his hood – the overzealous mother hen. He frowns, but Sariel misses the entirety of the scene. Luckily, that which has never been seen cannot even exit the mind. No memories shall leave a path of crumbs.
“I. I,” he stresses, “felt guilty. I did not consider the possibility of you following me here.”
Crunch, this time of ice. Or it is the wind? Oliver is unsure. It is so cold the time itself could freeze.
“So I wanted to make things up to you.”
Perhaps, in this somewhere in northern Achroite, the temperatures indeed are low enough for even the fabric of reality to be covered in a thin sheet of frost. Sariel slowly slides the glasses over Oliver’s face, his gloved fingers hooking below his love’s chin to urge him to look up. And it cannot be real. No such things should exist outside novels. No such things should, but they do, and Oliver has read about them, and he has always wondered whether they truly, truly, truly may be real in some uninhabited barely a nowhere. He gasps.
Aurora Borealis.
On the sky that’s been previously all clouds.
And just as midnight strikes —
“May the next year be a joyous one, Oliver.”
Of course.
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Have an online class for today… and I was thinking a bit
What is RSA got a student from Earth as well?
Where NRC!Yuu was spending their time fighting against overblots and such, what if RSA!Yuu was also struggling?
Not against overblots persay, but other people! We know from Kalim that assassination attempts are very much a thing, and of course people will always have enemies… and RSA is a more “princely” school.
So RSA!Yuu would spend some of that time learning how to protect their friends, comforting them when the stresses of being a royal get to be too much
As an idea for this:
-Helping TWST!Alice (Allistor?) with his struggles with wandering and daydreaming, the boy stuck in a perpetual loop of wanting more and more adventure, but unable to do so due to his older sister (brother?) forcing him to study (like in the original Alice in Wonderland where Alice’s sister was reading to her/asking her to recite things). It could also follow the path of the newer movies, in which Alice was nearly forced to get engaged and she ran away due to wanting a life of adventure
-Cheka already exists, but I’m thinking if there was a second prince of a lesser kingdom near the Afterglow Savannah where theres a different TWST!Simba. Or like,,, Leona’s cousin?? Another noble?? Anyways… helping TWST!Simba reunite with his mother after his father (the noble) was killed and he blamed himself for it, running off to another kingdom and living with his adoptive fathers (who have no clue that he’s a noble). Helping him return to his kingdom and restore the order after all hell broke loose once they believed their only heir to their throne was dead. (Or, if you may, Yuu becomes Cheka’s babysitter during that arc lmao)
-Teaching Rielle to stand up to his father after he expressed an interest staying on land. Since Rielle is also a prince… I’m thinking there would be a lot of humans who would very easily take advantage of a naive merman living on the land for the first time,,, so helping him become more aware of those around him (i hc that he’s like ariel and is the type to fall in love easily)
-Supporting TWST!Jasmine after he comes back from break looking particularly stressed. Him telling RSA!Yuu that his father was forcing him to choose a suitor despite how desperately he wanted to rule the Scalding Sands by himself. He also had to deal with his fathers vizier who would take every opportunity to talk down on the boy and manipulate his father, helping him prove to his father that he can rule on his own and that he’s smart enough to rule over his people
-Defending Neige after jealous coworkers (coughcoughcoughcough) try to poison him. The paparazzi constantly hunting the boy down, not giving him a single second to breathe and actually be himself. Being constantly aware of the public eye, plus possible poisonings?
-Training with TWST!Hercules, who laments how he inexperienced he is in being a hero, unable to reach his own potential despite how much he may train. Coming back to the dorm with countless injuries, exhausted. Helping him realize that he doesn’t have to be the perfect hero to be worth something
-Helping TWST!Aurora overcome his curse and come to terms with his childhood, reuniting with his parents and having a conversation with his aunts (uncles?) about why they wanted to keep him safe (unless,,, Silver is at least partially based on aurora,,,, hmmm,,,, that could be a plot point for RSA!Yuu to go to NRC)
just my thoughts, feel free to add comments/other thoughts! <3
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Autism & Guillermo del Toro
While some light research of "Guillermo del Toro autism" doesn't get many results, other than complaints and praise for The Shape of Water, it is apparent that many of his characters are autistic.
Aurora || Cronos (1993)
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Aurora is near-mute, but has a lot of agency despite this. She isn't afraid to kill a bug or help Jesus defeat De la Guardia. In fact, she's the main heroine of our story, despite her silence. She shows intense feelings, especially of love for her grandfather, shown in scenes such as where she reaveals shes ripped the head off her beloved teddy bear to put the Cronos device inside. She's incredibly smart for her age and very capable, but I believe her (maybe not optional, but definitely not permanent) silence is vindictive of her autism. I cannot figure out what her special interest would be, though.
Chuy || Mimic (1997)
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Chuy is another one of Guillermo del Toro's strong children. Shown first playing spoons incredibly skillfully and crafting creatures out of wire, Chuy has unique interests. He can tell the exact type of shoe down to the size because of his grandfather, and he has the ability to perfectly mimic the Judas' cry. He's nearly silent but not always, and he seems unaware of the rules of the world, leaving his home and entering the subways seemingly unaware of the danger. Upon watching a man get sucked into a gutter, he barely reacts. One pivotal scene showing his autism would have to be when he's trapped in the elevator shaft and has a meltdown. He also speaks in a somewhat unique manner. His special interests are obviously playing spoons and shoes.
Ofelia || Pan's Labyrinth (2006)
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Ofelia is yes another child character who shows a lot of agency, going against what practically everyone tells her to follow her own path. But she's also very bookish, obsessed with her fairytales so much she believes anything the fantastic tells her. She crawls through the mud and talks back to adults, keeping a somewhat quiet demeanor otherwise. I believe her special interest is fairtales.
Newt || Pacific Rim (2013)
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Not a child, but worth mentioning anyways, is Newt. He's obsessed with Kaiju, to the point of drifting with one multiple times (and eventually.. living with one?). He speaks fast and erratically, he knows every indexical fact about Kaiju, and he's obviously insanely smart. He's, however, balanced by his childlike wonder at everything. His love for kaiju is, of course, his special interest.
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Hope you enjoyed my analysis! I'm missing plenty of characters simply because I haven't seen his full repertoire yet! But as an autistic person, I love to find it in everything else!
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PLS can u pls elaborate more about silver seeing yuu in dreams before aaaaaand the cursed placed on him PLSSSSSSSSSS 🥹🥹🥹🥹 im really excited for the upcoming ch 7 JAJDJSJSJASK and why do u think its called "episode 7 chapter 1"???????? 🤔 i really hope they add new characters too 🫣
OF COURSE! I'm excited too as you'll see in the essay that's about to follow 😅
As for the naming of the Main Story, TWST formats each dorm into Books/Episodes (i.e. the manga volumes are titled Episode of [Dorm]), and they release it by parts instead of all at once, so they go by chapters. So it just means Part 1 of Episode 7 (Diasomnia) with subsequent parts coming out a few weeks later!
also I think that someone on the twst team has mentioned before that Book 7 is not the end of the Main Story, so it's almost guaranteed that we'll get more characters in the future!
okay now a disclaimer: none of this is confirmed, this is just what my 3 braincells have come up with during the years of waiting for the actual Book to come out. I'm just getting this out there before the plot proves me completely wrong
Short version.
My theories on Diasomnia basically go like this: Silver is a hero-aligned character + He has a curse -> Lilia knows this and will try to break it even if it costs his own safety because hey that's his son -> Malleus will panic at the idea of losing the people he loves -> Overblot
Long version.
• Silver is a hero-aligned character: he's one of three light magic users alongside Rook and Kalim, who are based on the "good guys" of their respective movies. The symbol used to represent him in-game is a sword that looks like the one used to slain Maleficent. He also has similarities to Princess Aurora (attracting animals, being raised in the forest by fae.) As we have seen before, all the hero-aligned characters had a part in causing the overblots in their respective chapters because they followed the same path as their movie counterparts (the Sultan being controlled by Jafar, the Huntsman's betrayal to the Queen.)
However, the relationship between Silver and Malleus doesn't seem like it's bound to go sour at any moment, and it's far closer to the bond shared by their "Maleficent" counterparts rather than the animated "Sleeping Beauty." How could Silver cause the overblot? Read further down
• Silver is cursed: If we take a look at Sleeping Beauty, Maleficent cursed Aurora as a newborn and she had to be raised by the fairies so she could be safe while growing up. What we know about Silver so far is that 1. Lilia found him as a baby and decided to adopt him & 2. He suffers from some ailment that causes him to fall sleep all the time against his will.
Since the characters themselves do not have an explanation to this behavior (so far) it is likely that Silver was already under the effects of a curse when he was found and Lilia is aware of it (which might be why he decided to keep a human child in the middle of a forest instead of trying to give him to a human village.)
And thus, he might have been looking for a cure all this time (could be why he travelled so much leaving Silver on his own so often) and he found it recently maybe? And it somehow involves his own safety in exchange for Silver's, thus the cryptic conversation with Malleus back in Book 6 which originated those "Lilia is dying" theories. (He's part of the gacha pool, that man is NOT dying anytime soon dw.)
I concluded this from "Maleficent" and how the cure to Aurora's curse was the True Love's kiss, but instead of it coming from the Prince, the kiss that worked was from Maleficent herself since she came to feel a maternal love for Aurora after watching her grow up...So if Silver = Aurora then Lilia as his father could be part of the cure.
• What the curse entails (possibly): the sleepiness, a limited-time left to live if it's not broken soon, and the dreams themselves. However I do not have an answer as to who could've placed the curse...if there is a curse, it must be related to his identity before being adopted by Lilia
• Silver has seen Yuu in dreams: In the last part of chapter 6, Mickey recounts seeing a boy with silver hair and aurora coloured eyes in the dream room while Yuu was away. And while Mickey wasn't able to talk to him at the time, this still means that Silver is -so far- the only character capable of accessing the same dream room as Yuu and Mickey. Since (iirc) Mickey and Yuu have concluded that they are in different realms and that their only means of connection is through dreams, it's not too farfetched to believe that Silver might have seen MC in his dreams prior to them getting isekai'd into Twisted Wonderland at least once.
There's also Silver's line in one of the earlier PVs some time ago: "How strange, I feel as if I've met you before." Since he's known all of the Diasomnia boys pretty much all his life, this line has to be meant for MC. It was easy to brush it off as a simple reference to the "Once Upon a Dream" song before the reveal of the dream realm, but now I will firmly believe that there's a connection there until Chapter 7 comes out and disproves it.
There's still no explanation as to why MC has those strange dreams either, so this is the perfect moment for it.
• Malleus' overblot: from what we learned from Idia's ramblings about overblots previously, it seems that long term emotional distress is to blame for the OBs as much as the overuse of magic. And it just so happens that pretty much every single piece of information about Malleus we have confirms that he has been lonely most of his life, leaving him afraid of losing those whom he cares about. Namely the Diasomnia boys and now Yuu.
So what happens if two (or more) of the people he loves are in some sort of danger, which could leave him truly alone? A very sad, scared, and angry dragon. Bonus angst if his grandmother turns out to be the one to blame somehow.
• I truly feel like the narrative for Diasomnia will deal with elements of loss and grief considering that Idia is the one who's going to be helping this time. He has already experienced the pain of losing his brother, so he's the one who could understand Malleus the best...especially if his issues stem from losing his parents perhaps
A lot of my theories depend on Yana taking inspiration from "Maleficent," and I expect to be wrong on most of this once the actual story comes out tbh, but this is what I've imagined the plot to be like until now. I hope it made sense??? I wrote this at like 6 am after an all nighter 😅
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I am curious on how Cassie dealt with her insecurities towards E & H's relationship before and how she opened it up to Ethan.
I'm so sorry for taking this long to respond to a follow-up ask. It's been a busy few weeks with one more of those to go. (I’ll reply to most of my asks during the winter break, just fyi.)
Cassie never fully shares how she felt regarding Harper with Ethan. She knew he would think she was being silly, and in the back of her mind, she knew it too. The only person who knows about all her insecurities is Max, and it's covered under Twin Code so he's not telling.
She also doesn't want drama (or for Ethan to think she's being immature). If she says something out loud, it becomes a thing. Right now, it's her problem to deal with, and she needs to keep it out of the Edenbrook environment. That’s why she never said anything to Sienna either.
Once Cassie becomes head of the Diagnostics Team and has a couple of years under her belt, she’ll stop feeling like she has to compare herself to Harper’s accomplishments. On the personal side, the more Ethan brings her into his life, stops compartmentalizing “his” from “theirs”, the more she feels secure in their relationship. 
To me, Harper and Cassie's relationship is complicated.
By the end of residency, Harper had somewhat stopped seeing Cassie as the intern that caused trouble and had an ethics trial. One reason for this is that Cassie's work on the Diagnostics Team proved beyond a doubt that she was good at what she did, even if she took big risks like Ethan, regardless of the outcome. 
Like Ethan, Cassie is willing to create a path if none exists. They're both rule breakers and Harper follows all the rules. This attitude was a source of conflict in Harper’s relationship with Ethan, and is also true of her relationship with Cassie.
Another reason is that in my hc Cassie and Aurora are very good friends. They both professionally push each other constantly. Ambition is something Harper appreciates, and she knows that Aurora is more fulfilled as a result of the friendship. 
At the same time, it was hard for Harper knowing Ethan went against his convictions to date Cassie when he broke things off with Harper after she became Chief. It’s not really about Ethan (or any man). It’s the idea that as a woman her success means men are either intimidated or see her as far above them. There’s a double standard here.
It's not like both women spend a lot of time thinking about it or dwelling on the issue, but it definitely informs their relationship dynamic. It takes Harper several years to stop seeing Cassie as that intern, and for Cassie to stop being intimidated by Harper’s success. 
I think when Cassie starts to find her own career success, accomplishments that aren’t linked to Ethan or to when he was head of DT, she starts to come into her own as a doctor and diagnostician. And she’ll stop feeling like she has to constantly compete to prove herself worthy.
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