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Can I please request sfw slice of life headcannons for reader and Volo? (Ps. I hope you had a great Easter!)
Thank you so much and I hope you have a good *looks at calendar* April 27th
Volo x gn!reader slice of life hcs
Sfw cut for length
Cw: slight Angst with a happy ending.
Scars heal, although some take longer than others... after years, you finally begin to accept that you may not be able to go home ... however, slowly but surely, you begin to cultivate your new life in the strange lands of Hisui. Still hurt knowing that you could never go back home, but you knew there was your second home.
The village was remorseful of how they treated you, offering to all help and build you an actual home. You now live in a small humble Cottage a little ways outside the village you could still get there easily on your Pokémon's back. While the boarding that Cyllene gave you was nice you wanted something else...
Sometimes you wonder how he is doing. After he disappeared, he left your heart better and broken. Making you question if the time he spent with you was real... if all the things he did to you and said to you were honest and not just to lull you into a false sense of security... you knew the village would never accept him back, but you also knew how painful he was. You saw in his eyes when he threw out his Pokeball; underneath that mad smile was a scared, confused man, who had no one in his life other than a dream. Volo claimed he hated you, but was it true?
As your Pokemon snooze is away while you brush its fur you hear a knock at the door... you weren't really expecting anyone today you opened your door expecting to greet Lavington, Cyllene... your eyes widen seeing a blonde-haired man standing in your doorway. His standing failed looked like the days alone in the wilderness had not been treating him well recently, and his face filled with regrets and sadness. "V-olo?" His name Falls from your lips.
After years of searching for Arceus, he knew he finally had everything.... his life dedicated to one God sacrificing everything he had and everything he built. To him, it was worth it... until he found you, he first saw you as your stepping stone, a simple obstacle in the way of his true dreams... But after he spends more time with you, something that he has never felt before begins to stir inside of him... it scared him... he tried to push it back as much as he could, thinking that nothing would matter once he finally reached his goal.
After Spear Pillar, he couldn't look you in the eyes anymore, he fled...
He has been better in recent days, choosing to live with you instead of chasing a dream till it drives him to Madness. You made him realize that he deserved a normal life that he earned his own path.
He reassures you that the feelings he has for you is genuine that he was an idiot for leaving you on Spear Pillar, Volo expected you to hate him... But you didnt?
The two of you now live in the cottage together every morning when the weather was nice volo goes outside in the garden and either relax or studies some old historical texts (still a history nerd)—occasionally going out on his own Adventures to look for more ancient ruins. Your Pokemon who once stood as great enemies now frolic and play as friends.
Volo's heart melts when he wakes up to the smell of your cooking no, he does not miss being a gingo guild member and finding what he can eat. He claims your homemade potato mochi is far better than the ones they serve in the village.
Volo does claim that he never once cared for that Village since how they treated him and you, but Volo did regret his actions and what he did even if the village would never accept him even if the gamegoeso Guild would never accept him, he still wanted to grow as a person and have everyone remember him as what he is now.
Volo has learned how to cook when he was just a traveling Merchant. He would only eat the wild berries he would find and had no time to cook..., but with you on his mind, he wants to make you smile with something he pours as hard into.
Sometimes you still have nightmares of The Village casting you out alone and cold as Giratina staring down at you. you wake up in a cold sweat, ready to cry, only to be held by Volo. I am making you remember that you are safe now and you are not alone.
Volo also still has nightmares of Giratina swallowing him down to this Distortion world where he belongs or Arceus standing before him to judge him on his sins of Pride and envy, greed, gluttony, and Wrath... but he feels at ease when he holds you close
Volo once asked you what was life like in your old time... you told him everything he seemed a little lost on the topics of technology and buildings however he seemed more intrigued when you told him about the many different kinds of Pokemon and places that you've seen... there is a bigger world out there.
Maybe one day the two of you should leave Hisui and travel the world just like in your stories...
No more worries no more expectation just you and him and the wild Untamed Wilderness and the Pokemon within them.
#pokemon volo x reader#Pla volo#volo x reader#Pokemon volo#Sfw volo#Pokemon x reader#submas#pokemon legends arceus
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Immortal!Volo x reader
Takes place in my unnamed immortal AU!
Ever since the Giratina incident, Arceus had punished Volo by giving him Giratina genes, which caused him to become immortal in the process. While he wasn’t very pleased with this, there was someone who still loved him, regardless of everything he has done. And that person was: Y/n. They still loved him, despite everything he’s ever done, so of course he loved them, kept them safe from harm and those who would try to take them away from him, and he was happy for once.
However… there was one problem: Volo is an immortal. Y/n is not. He knew Y/n would eventually leave him due to mortality, and he did everything he could to keep them alive for as long as possible. Volo was devastated when his beloved Y/n had passed away, and this had caused him to go into a deep depression, so much so that he shut himself out from the rest of the world. It took him years to recover and make his way back into society, but when that happened, everything was changing. It would take time for him to get used to everything, but he would.
Volo sighed softly as he walked through the streets of Jubilife, his hands in his pockets. He was just trying to get home before anyone would bother him, but that was interrupted as felt someone bump into him. He looked down to see who had bumped into him, but his eyes widened. He saw someone with (length), (h/c) hair, (e/c) eyes, and an (outfit of choice), which reminded him of his beloved Y/n. He was so in shock that he blurted out,
“Y/n..?” You looked up at the blond male, a confused, yet surprised look on your face. How did this man know your name..?
“How.. how do you know my name?” You slowly stood up, taking a step back as you took in his features.
“I…” Volo shook his head, sighing softly. “Sorry, you just… remind me of someone, that’s all.”
“Oh, you.. aren’t the first to tell me that.” You rubbed the back of your head. Yet… he looked familiar to you, but you just couldn’t put your finger on the reason as to why.
“Where are you headed?” He asked you, as if to change the subject.
“Oh, uh, I’m just… going home. It is getting dark after all.” You shrugged in response.
“I could walk you home at least?” As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he didn’t want to say goodbye to you just yet. Not after just finding who he could guess was Y/n’s descendant or reincarnation.
“Well… alright.” You knew you should be weary of him, considering you two had just bumped into each other and didn’t know each other, but you wanted to know him a bit better.
“Let’s go, then.” You nodded and walked alongside Volo, taking in his appearance better as you walked. On his wrists, ankles, and around his neck, it looked like he had golden half rings around them, his one eye you could see was a silvery grey color, and he had a few markings on his arms, which you couldn’t really make out unless his sleeves rolled up when he walked or moved them when he talked. He also had his hands covered by a pair of dark gloves, which you thought was a little odd but you chose not to question it. You thought he was an interesting person, yet you had a feeling he was also a dangerous one as well.
Volo could tell you were taking in his appearance, and had a feeling you were trying to get a grasp on him altogether. He didn’t want to scare you away or anything, so he would have to show you that he’s not the dangerous man that everyone thought he was. Well, at least, not like he used to be.
“Y/n.”
“Hmm?” You looked up at the blond male once more.
“…does the name ‘Volo’ ring any bells to you..? Does it sound familiar to you at all?” He had briefly glanced at you. He had to at least ask you. He wanted to know if you had any memories of him at all.
“The name… does sound a little familiar, but I don’t know why. I most likely heard it around the village, that may be it.”
“I see…” he couldn’t tell you yet. He would wait as long as it takes, he didn’t care. “Well, it doesn’t really matter. I was simply curious.”
“Oh, alright then.” You two walked in silence for a few moments.
“How did you know my name, by the way?”
“Hmm?” Volo looked back at you once more.
“When we bumped into each other, you said my name. How did you know that?”
“Oh, that.” He had to think of something quick before you get suspicious. “I’ve seen you around before and I’ve heard the villagers say your name.”
“Have you now..?”
“I have.”
“If you say so..”
“I do say so.”
“I’ve never seen you around though..”
“Oh, I live a little away from the village, but I come here for things I need.” Volo figured you would ask him a bunch of questions, but he would answer them as best he could, anyway. The two of you kept walking, you asking him questions, and him answering them, as well talking about things that came to mind. That is, until you suddenly stopped.
“Oh, here we are.” You spoke up, taking a step forward. “Thank you for walking me home… Volo.” Volo flinched as you said his name. How did you figure it out..? Before he could think to ask, you had made your way inside the house, turning to wave at him before closing the door.
“Heh.. I’ll see you around, Y/n.” And with that, he turned to leave, making his way home as well, happy to have found his beloved once more.
#pokemon#pokemon au#sfw#volo#volo/reader#volo x reader#x reader#reader insert#fluff#fluff oneshot#x reader oneshot#oneshot
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An interaction of the bizarre sort happened a while back, so since it's kind of been a slow day I thought I'd share it.
Shortly after posting some information about my upcoming LA fic, someone asked me how old Akari was. Since my fic takes place in an alternate universe where she's older (and Volo is shipped with her), and even though I've mentioned her age in the tags of previous posts, I thought the asker was referring to my AU.
So, I replied with, "Akari is 21 when she first arrives in Hisui, and 22 by post postgame when the fic takes place."
The asker blocked me almost immediately after.
And then it struck me, after a moment of confusion, that their question was probably intended to be one of those, "Do you know WHY I pulled you over?" sort of situations, and they took my reply as me screwing with them.
Or that's my guess as to what happened here, because I can't think of any other reason as to why they blocked me.
I mean, I really don't know what else they expected me to reply with, but I think it's actually kind of funny!
#akari#pokemon legends: arceus#wieldershipping#volo x akari#I'll receive the angriest messages sometimes for aging up characters#when the stories I write are either the softest stuff or angst with a happy ending - totally SFW#but this was hilarious to me#perhaps it shouldn't be - but it is#fandom police
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˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ Volo agere moodboard ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳
•Sfw interactions only | read my dni ! •Don't repost and claim as yours ! Reblogs are okay but not reposts !
#⁀➷˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ moodboard ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ .#edit#free to reblog#sfw post#sfw little one#agere#sfw regression#age regressor#sfw agere#sfw age regression#age regression#age regressive#age re safe space#agere blog#agere boy#agere moodboard#agere moodbaords#agere pokemon#volo pokemon#pokemon volo#sfw blog#sfw interaction only#sfw#sfw littlespace#safe for children#safe space#safe for work#babycore#sfw age dreamer#agere gear
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Could you do something for Volo from Pokemon? I HC him as an age-regressor but I've never seen any content for it... Thank you!
here's a few edits!! i actually haven't played legends arceus yet so idk much about him but he's rlly cute!!! looks like a boy cynthia
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This is the face of a man who could chime in, but is censored due to sexiness;
...anyways, I didn’t really have a real justification for him sounding like his thirsty ass texan musician voiceclaim (besides the accent), or being able to sing...but....!
before even knowing this... I knew that Volo here knew how to sing in a specific style.
It’s droning, it’s mournful, and he can really hold a note, something of a siren’s call.
It can carry a fair distance. Perhaps a remnant of the church’s prayer and song, or even because such a talent attracted the attention of those that he might fancy....it’s distinctive.
#headcanon.#volo.#for real tho i haven't found? i think? good examples that are sfw so fuck me ig lmfao-
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SUBMAS MASTERPOST
Hello, my name is Crit (he/them.) Welcome to my SUBMAS art blog, @critterbitter! It is sfw, but please take care if you are a minor, as I’m Old. Thanks! To reach my main blog, please direct your attention to @proxycrit .
This is a masterpost of all the art and comics I’ve done for the funny train men so far. Feel free to browse and definitely feel free to comment!
(Here’s my kofi as well! If you wish to tip.)
All work can also be found under #myart.
Comics/Art List:
A SUBMAS spotify playlist-- Post Hisui Muppet Council
Emmet and eelektross— you and your dog get sent to feudal japan
Ingo and lady sneasler— you weigh like a bag of grapes
Emmet, meet volo
tynamo and emmet’s first meeting (they become friends instantly)
Litwick and ingo’s first meeting (they become enemies immediately)
Aftermath of training
The starters perform care on full grown men
Committing war crimes on both eel and man
Submas kids— the Snack that smiles back, litwick edition
Box shenanigans (caricatures of the children)
Emmet and litwick come to a deal
The difference in starter relationships boggles the mind
Good morning, litwick (good night, lady sneasler.)
Ingo fights his inner envy demons with the communication stick
Coat flapping
You are Beloved, Lampent. That’s all.
A jackie at gear station
Tynamo evolution blues (this is funny)
The imposter syndrome sets in (it is no longer funny)
Library blues (elesa should be paid for carrying books)
Sassy night light
Happy eel dog
The joyful ordeal of evolution
Eelektrik boa (a gold standard!)
Lampent discovers discourse. This becomes everybody's problem.
Nimbasa trio walk and talk
Couch party (it's poll time!)
SUBMAS AU: Conventional Starters
Lampent is an umbrella, if you squint
Happy Holidays!
Eel-esa outfit (cause, you know, she dresses like an eel. Get it? Get it?)
Scheming
Master of manipulation.
They left Lampent in a Deino's Parking Lot
"These are our Exoskeletons, Elesa."
Chance meeting
Forbidden Lore Unlocked
Introducing Elesa, the New Kid from Sinnoh
Elesa and Blitzle
Outside the crowd
Volume Control
COLLAB: Forgiveness is Electric
Volume Control (Reprise)
Food Exchange
Electric starters
Homesick
Metaphorical and Literal Rat Children
Trouble starters
Snapshots: Route 3
Snapshots: Castelia City
Snapshots: Virbank Complex
Snapshots: Desert Resort
Snapshots: Route 8
Snapshots: Nimbasa City
Snapshots: Celestial Tower
Snapshots: Pinwheel Forest
Snapshots: Route 18
Snapshots: Anville Town
Snapshots: Undella Bay
Snapshots: Flocessy Ranch
Snapshots: Route 10
Snapshots: Driftveil City
Snapshots: Twist Mountain
Snapshots: Relic Passage
Snapshots: Route 6
Snapshots: Opelucid City
Snapshots: Chargestone Cave
Snapshots: Dream Yard
Snapshots: Route 1
Snapshots: Striaton City
Snapshots: Black City
WORLD BUILDING
Giratina and Arceus
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At some point last year, I came up with my design for a Giratina-Volo hybrid. I recently decided to start referring to him as Distortion Volo (I was just calling him Gira!Volo before, but that's basically the JP ship name for Giratina/Volo so I wanted to get away from it).
I'm pretty sure that Giratina is based off of centipedes, but centipedes are NOT hot to me (sorry if you like centipedes, you're still valid though) so I drew inspiration from snakes for his design. There's just something so appealing about naga Volo. <3
There's more art and info about my Distortion Volo AU under the cut!
The idea of a Gira-Volo hybrid first came up in the volokari server. During this conversation, I doodled this rough little comic to illustrate the potential application of spooky ghost tendrils in a horror setting.
From this point on, I could not stop thinking about Distortion Volo. I quickly came up with an AU for him. I've only been able to get out a few ideas in sketches/drawings, but I have SO MANY IDEAS for this silly danger noodle.
Even though the initial doodle was more horror-themed, because I'm me, this AU eventually turned into a silly romcom about Dawn and her weird eldritch abomination bf.
I won't go into too much detail but here are the basics for this AU.
It takes place post game PLA. Volo works through his conflicting feelings for Akari/Dawn and basically goes from obsessive and jealous to obsessive and possessive. Dawn is depressed and wants to return to her original time, so Volo strikes a deal with Giratina and fuses with them, allowing him to use Gira's power to bring Dawn back to modern Sinnoh. From there it's mostly just silly hijinks with Dawn and her weird monster guy who clings to her whether she likes it or not.
Unfortunately, some of my Distortion Volo art is too spicy for tumblr so I can't share it here. But whenever I draw some sfw danger noodles, I'll be sure to share them here!
I hope you enjoyed my sexy snake man Volo presentation. <3
#pokemon#pokemon legends arceus#volokari#volo#akari#trainer dawn#distortion volo#giratina-volo hybrid
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Possessive
Never underestimate the perseverance of a yandere blonde.
(This is inspired by @r0-boat's Bull Farm Au. (Warnings: Their blog does contain NSFW elements and some content done may not like. Just a heads up but this WILL STAY Sfw.) I did ask if they were alright with me writing something inspired by their au and they gave the go ahead. So here it is.
Pokemon- Nintendo
Bull Farm Au- @r0-boat
This will be from the perspective of a female reader and with one of my favorite bull boys. Warnings for Volo being a bit yandere here. Enjoy.)
The smells of hay and faintly fruit from the fields behind you ready to be harvested any day now. The hot warm sun shown down on her back as she sighed and relaxed back in her small hiding spot in the tree. It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, flowers in bloom, and most importantly you had the entire morning off. She didn't have any duties until tomorrow when she had to get a delivery for her boss. Until then there was nothing to worry about but to relax in the silence.
The peaceful, silent, still silence. Nothing but the wind rustling through the leaves where you sat.
BAM!!
The entire tree under you shook suddenly. On instinct your hands dug themselves into the bark of the tree not caring for any possible splinters. Blinking wildly you looked around. What the-?
BAM!!
A second force rocked the tree. Your hands slipped on the bark loosing grip. Your world tilted. And you were weightless. A squeal left your mouth as you just tumbled out from the tree. Arms waved out and eyes closing. But...you didn't hit the ground? No impact was made?? Instead you suddenly found yourself suddenly held up by something relatively soft. Your eyes popped open- Only for you to shriek seeing a smiling face inches away from yours.
"VOLO!! WHAT THE HELL?!"
A hand pushed against the widely smiling face of the male. Grey pupils small and smile wickedly wide as your hand smoothed his cheek as you pushed it away. Gaining some distance from his face you looked around you and noticed with a pale face that he was holding you in his arms.
"...Why the hell are you holding me like this?!"
A chuckle from him was your only warning before he pulled you closer against him. "Because you're mine and I decided I wanted you now."
You hissed still pushing against the blonde to no avail. "We've been over this!" You growled at him. "I had a long day and when I disappear for a little while it's because I don't want to be bothered by anyone especially a clingy, whiny bull-headed jerk!" Your struggling was in because he easily held you up effortlessly and nudged his horns into your forehead. "Wait...DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST KNOCK ME OUT OF THE TREE BECAUSE YOU CAN'T LET ME HAVE TWO MINUTES TO MYSELF?!"
"Mine." He pressed you closer.
"Yes. I know but- EH!!" You reached out from his grip.
"Mine."
"Down!"
"Mine."
"One minute!"
"Mine!~"
"You are hopeless!" Throwing your arms up defeated, you allowed him to hold you with a frown. "Why did I even agree to pick you out of the entire farm again to pursue a relationship with?"
"Because I'm haaaaandsome.~"
"Oh you just love to stroke your own ego don't you?"
With a wicked grin he snorted amused. "Maybe but it doesn't matter now. Because you are m i n e.~ "
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hey :’) it’s my birthday today and i was wondering if you’d write a volo x reader piece, anything you want ofc, just for funsies. noooo pressure ofc and you can also just ignore this ask lol
Happy birthday it isn't much but I gave you a small gift.
Volo's Gift for your birthday
Sfw under cut for length
Volo had never known his family hell; he didn't even know his birth date. He just had a slight inkling or speculation of what month or maybe a week, so he never really had much thought on celebrating one day of birth. However, it did not at all change when you gave him a gift on the exact day he told you when you asked him. Before, Volo seemed unsure, but you still went out of your way to prepare not only a gift and something that it looked like you baked or handmade.
As your birthday drew closer, admittedly, Volo could not stop thinking about that day. His mind wanders of what he should get you in return.
He would tell himself that it was just to pay you back, but he knew in his heart it was a lie. The man who was fascinated and even a little obsessed with you was ashamed to admit that, knowing he hated you before, he knew everything about you.
Whatever pastry you baked for him looked too complicated to copy, but he could cook you at least a decent meal. Volo was clever, but he was not usual with crafting. He could make simple Pokeballs, but that was it, so he couldn't make you anything, even if he tried. So he did what he did best: scoured the lands and ancient ruins of the caves of Mount Coronet. A glimmer catches his eye, tracing his echoing steps to get a closer look at what he caught a glimpse of.
There coming loose out of the rock, it was rough yet smooth polished beautiful.
The perfect gift.
With his dragon-type partner, he broke stone free from the rocky wall easily, using a Dragon Claw attack to strike the rock with force and precision even when the wall came down after, which his trusty Garchomp protected him from.
He didn't think much of it at first, but when he held it up to the light outside the cave, his eyes lit up. That luxurious glimmer reminded him of your eyes and that elegant, almost transparent look, from how round and smooth it was and how small it fitted into the palm of his hand even as he clutched it in his fist.
It was just small enough to make a lovely pendant... now his reputation with his previous connections wasn't as strong as it once was, but he at least knew one person who could carve this into a beautiful necklace...
He could imagine it now, his lips kissing softly against your head, slowly and lovingly gliding the two ends of the rope around your neck, the stone, his gift now carved into a familiar teardrop to match his.
His heart beats into his chest hand covering his mouth to hide the blush creeping across his face as he toys with the smooth gem in his hand. Volo wonders if you would like his gift.
He truly hopes so.
#pokemon volo#volo x reader#pla volo#pokemon legends arceus#Legends arceus volo x reader#pokemon imagines#Volo x reader sfw#pokemon x reader#pokemon legends#Pokemon legends volo#pokemon fanfiction
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hello :’) hope ur having a good day!!
would u be willing to write HCs for yandere volo? can be both sfw and nsfw if u want!!
love ur blog!!
I. I never wrote Volo yan hcs lmao??? I swore I did, but I checked, and somehow I just... didn't lol??? maybe not nsfw for now because I just haven't been able to write horny content for some reason. might be a bit bad too since I'm rusty on writing yan stuff
cw: yandere, kidnapping, unhealthy relationships, Volo isn't really nice, dark content,
💫Yandere Volo📜
⭐️ He's not a romantic. That much is apparent in his behaviour. The only way to catch his attention is to either be useful for or threatening to his plans. More over, he feels like most people aren't worthy of his time. His friendly facade is just that – a facade. He's observant and careful, searching for any issues that could arise as he works towards his goal of forcing Arceus out of hiding – forcing Arceus to finally acknowledge him.
⭐️ That is why you, someone who had fallen from the portal he ripped in the sky above Hisui, intrigued him so dearly. The other one proved an amnesic old man, but you? Not so much. He could see a fire in you. It was why he approached you and challenged you to a battle. The blond could see your familiarity in battling, too. You were a threat to his plans. Especially so as you cleared through the frenzied Nobles. His frustration was intense towards you, but he hid it behind a veneer of concern and friendliness.
⭐️ You haunted his brain as he wandered around the ruins and temples of Hisui. Who were you? Volo felt unable to escape your chokehold on his mind. It was not pure chance that a capable trainer fell through the very portal he had Giratina claw into the sky. He hated the way his heart raced, and his blood burned at the realisation. You had been sent by the very deity he sought to satiate his curiosity. The merchant had leaned forward and punched a tree in his frustration. Why you? Why did Arceus stand so staunchly against him? Why did his heart race at the thought of you?
⭐️ Volo originally started stalking you solely to see how you would stand in his plans, but as he slowly realises that Arceus sent you, it changes. He knows what you're doing at any moment in time. You never even noticed the blond just right behind you. The way he subtly aided you or left helpful items around. An Ursaring you failed to notice creeping towards you? His Lucario quickly stopped the bear from getting too close to you. He spends too much time following you around, unaware of the strange feelings blossoming in his brain.
⭐️ The blond remains amicable towards you, not daring to let the mask he so carefully built slip away to reveal the poisonous stew boiling just under it. Volo envies you; utterly and completely. He speaks with you in a friendly manner while you stand around with the clan leaders or that little twerp from the Galaxy Team. His jealousy towards these connections you hold bubbles aggressively inside him. Were they really worthy of your attention? He shook the thought from his mind and grinned at you playfully.
⭐️ His heart raced as he saw you sitting alone in the Obisidian Fieldlands, tears pouring from your eyes. He already knew what happened. The sky above Hisui corrupted with colours and strange energy. The final part of his plan had come to fruition. Much too late, as he already changed his gears. The plates seemed more likely to help him gather the deity's attention. After all, you were clearly sent to clean up his mess. Poor, poor you. Volo enjoyed the way you buried yourself in his chest, terrified and desperate for a friend.
⭐️ It was then Volo came to another realisation, this time towards his own feelings. The sight of you clinging to him, desperate for his touch. Addicting, he'd say. His hand pressed softly to your back, and he spoke softly as he could to comfort you. Volo... wouldn't say he loved you, but he wanted you. His madness led him to wanting to take Arceus's powers as his own, after all. He could have whatever he wanted. Especially someone chosen by the deity.
⭐️ He helped you in beating the two Sinnoh legendaries, with collecting the red chain from the Lake Guardians. He stood by your side as you faced down the commander of the Galaxy Team. Now, all he had to do was collect you when you least expected it. Volo continued to fool you throughout the situation as you searched for the plates with him. His luck when you mentioned wanting to know more Hisuian legends amazed him. The search with you only fed his fascination. The way you reacted and felt, he needed to see it all.
⭐️ Even meeting Arceus, as significant as it was, felt less important than his obsession with you. Volo mulled over what to do with you. While he had you at his side for now, he knew you would likely turn on him when he revealed his true plans. He hated the idea of you opposing him. No, he wanted you as you had been when you were kicked from Jubilife, desperate and pitiful in his hands. Volo sighed as he faced the Renegade pokemon once more.
⭐️ The blond hid you away in the Distortion World, no longer willing to share what he felt he had a rightful claim to. If Arceus wouldn't acknowledge them, then he would take the deity's chosen one in return. He would break you down here into the partner he needed. You looked so terrified as you woke up in the strange world. Oh, well. He had no intentions of swaying from his newest plans.
⭐️ Volo is hard to pin down. He's not overly affectionate for the most part, but there are moments where he drowns himself in you, demanding your attention and touch and settling for nothing less. Perhaps an attempt to make up for what he lacked in his youth, or just something fuelled by the madness of his obsession. You may find yourself preferring the needier version of him that he provides rather than the cruel one that stares down at you with shrunken pupils and a haunting smirk. “… My, my, I wonder how that deity feels about what I've done to you,” he whispers into your ear as he holds you close to him, both of you shaking in an embrace.
⭐️ You're alone in this dimension, save for Volo and Giratina. And seeing as Giratina is most subservient to Volo and a pokemon... You basically just have Volo as company. He's not overly doting, but he makes sure your needs are tended to. Food, usually bought at the Wallflower or something prepackaged from the Ginkgo Guild. You can request things, but it's not always easy to get everything you want. He's trying at the very least.
⭐️ Punishments aren't something he likes to do, admittedly. Volo likes seeing you afraid and desperate, not in pain (too much). He leaves you alone in the Distortion World for a while with just enough to survive usually. You'll begin to lose yourself in the isolation and pure oddity of the world to the point you cling to him desperately. Volo feels smug at the point, certain you're getting ever closer to his end goal. “I do hate having to leave you like this,” he speaks in a calm tone as you cling to him desperately, “Wouldn't it just be easier to do what I say? Why do you bother resisting?”
⭐️ Volo truly wants you to submit to him; to worship him like he did Arceus. He watches as you go from the confident Survey Corps member to a desperate shell that he's more than happy to fill. His touch is comforting and toxic. His thumb and index finger digging into your cheeks as he asks you to worship him, eyes wholly different from the gentle ones of his facade. It's easy to lean into his words, unable to escape them or him. Time passes oddly in the Distortion World, too. Everything becomes easier when you just listen to Volo. Maybe he truly was a god. You fall into his delusions at some point.
⭐️ When he's certain you're a true believer in whatever he is, you'll be returned to Hisui. The light of the sun reminding you much of the golden locks of Volo. You don't dare defy or run from the blond at this point, convinced of his something akin to divinity. Volo is smug about everything, enjoying how you are seemingly unaffected by your “friends” joy over your return. You fully support him as he leads you up to the Temple of Sinnoh, plates in hand, to summon the deity to this world and let Volo subjugate it to achieve his true end.
⭐️ It would be relatively easy for you to escape after he returns you to Hisui, but the issue is whether you could overcome all the conditioning he set upon you in the Distortion World to actually call out for help. Even as Cyllene questions just where you were and what happened to you, it's difficult for you to speak out. If you did manage to explain the situation, you would most certainly be protected and guarded. It would deter Volo (and annoy him heavily), but ultimately, he would continue with his plans to use Arceus. In his more favourable world – you won't even be able to turn against him.
⭐️ Ultimately, he falls for someone deemed worthy by Arceus and wants to corrupt them into worshipping him instead. He wants to claim all of them and mould them into his dedicated worshipper. Volo is not a romantic, but he does love you in a way, even if it's built from both envy and fascination. If his plans with Arceus fails? Well, he isn't above disappearing both of you and hiding away from the rest of the world. He's upset his dream has failed, but smug that he corrupted one with Arceus's blessing to such a degree. Besides, this doesn't have to be the end for his dream. He just needs to rethink it.
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Volo x reader
Finally got a request for him and I need to write more for him. So sorry if he’s ooc or anything!
It’s been several weeks since the incident, and you’ve been searching everywhere for Volo. You’ve been worried about him, despite everyone telling you not to, that he doesn’t deserve your forgiveness or anything of the sort. However, you didn’t agree with them. You knew him better than anyone else, even if he didn’t tell you about the whole wanting to capture Arceus thing.
You were out searching for him once again, hoping to finally find him and
“Volo!” You called out, your Luxray walking along with you. He was a bit worried about you, since he knew how close you were with the ex-merchant, and he had gotten close to him and his pokemon as well.
“Wait, I know! I can see if Cogita knows his whereabouts.” You looked back at your Luxray, who just nodded in agreement, as the two of you made your way to the Ancient Retreat.
“Cogita!” You called out her name as you got closer to her home. She had stepped outside, curious to who was calling her name.
“Oh, hello Y/n. What brings you here today?” She made her way over to you.
“I’ve been looking all over the land of Hisui for Volo… no one has seen him and I’m getting worried. I know everyone else doesn’t like him for what he’s done, but I don’t hate him. Have you seen him? Or at least have a possible idea of his whereabouts?” Cogita was silent for a few moments, as if debating something in her mind as she examined your expression of worry and genuine concern for Volo.
“I have seen him. He told me not to tell any one of his whereabouts, but I can tell how much you actually care about him, even if you… probably shouldn’t. However, I think he needs to know that not everyone completely hates him.”
“Please, tell me where he is. I won’t tell him that you told me.”
“Oh I’m sure he’ll figure it out, he’s a smart man after all.”
“I know.” And with that, Cogita had given you the directions to find Volo. You waved goodbye to her and made your way to find him, your Luxray still at your side.
After traveling for a while, you ended up in a secluded area, far away from any possible human presence or interaction. Was Volo really here..? You were really hoping so. Your Luxray kept close to your side as the two of you walked, looking around, before you were snatched back by Luxray as an air slash hit the ground where you had been standing a moment before.
“Whoa..! Thanks, Luxray.” You looked up to see a familiar Pokemon: Volo’s Togekiss!
“Togekiss! It’s me, Y/n!” You called out to it, hoping it would remember you. Luxray had stood in front of you in a protective manner as Togekiss examined the two of you before moving closer. It seems to remember you as it let out a happy cry and hugged you with its wings.
“It’s good to see you again, buddy, but where is Volo..?” You let go and Togekiss motioned for you to follow further into the secluded area. You nodded and followed after it, Luxray right beside you.
“Ah, there you are Togekiss, you had me worried for a minute th-…” Volo cut himself off as he saw you with his Togekiss.
“Y/n..?” He sounded more confused than anything. “How did you even find me? No… the better question is why did you find me? Here to humiliate me further? Tell the others where I am? What?”
“No, not at all!” You took a step closer to him, a worried look on your face. “I would never tell anyone else where you are, not after I’ve spent several weeks looking for you after the incident! I don’t want you to disappear again, Volo..”
“Again, I ask, why are you here then?”
“Because I care about you! I don’t hate you like they do. We were always so close.. When I found out you disappeared I couldn’t believe it.” Your hands were now shaking a bit as you were looking up at him.
“I miss you… I miss you a lot.”
“I’m not going back there, Y/n.”
“I’m not asking you to come back!” You moved closer to him and hugged him, making him flinch in response.
“Why do you care..? I’ve done horrible things.” He looked down at you, a puzzled look on his face. “I don’t understand.”
“I already told you, Volo! We’ve been friends for so long… and I care about you.”
“If you’re here to pity me, then I don’t want it-“
“It’s not pity, I genuinely care about you.”
“You.. actually care about me?”
“Yes! That’s what I was trying to tell you.” It was silent for a few moments… until you felt Volo hug you back, looking away from you.
“I… missed you too, Y/n. I’m glad it was you who managed to find me.”
“Really?” You were rather surprised by this.
“Yes, really. I would’ve told you where I was going but I didn’t want you to be involved with me. I didn’t want the others to shame you or be upset at you because of how close we are.”
“I would never let them get to me… but I’m glad you’re okay and still alive.”
“And I’m glad you’re here now.. and you can come back whenever you want.” He leaned down and kissed your forehead gently. “Promise me you’ll return.” You nodded and rest your forehead against his.
“Of course I will. You know I will. And don’t worry about the others, I won’t let them find you here.”
“I know you won’t. I trust you, Y/n.”
“Come on, let’s step outside and talk, catch up on what we’ve missed.” You let him go from the hug before taking his hand into your own.
“Very well.” You two walked out of the cave and into the forest, where your Luxray and his Togekiss were sitting, as if catching up with each other.
“Looks like they missed each other too.” You looked over at the two Pokemon nearby, a faint smile on your face.
“I think you’re right, Y/n.” You went over to them, taking a seat on a fallen over tree, with Volo sitting by you, and the two of you talked, catching each other up on what was going on in your lives after the incident, while also telling him that you forgive him, and him reluctantly accepting it as he feels as though he doesn’t deserve it, but it was one of the things he liked about you, that despite what he’s done, you still care about him and forgive him. He feels as though he doesn’t deserve you or your kindness, but happy to still have you around.
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come destroy my fragility
pairing: astarion/gender-neutral paladin tav/reader + the emperor/gender-neutral paladin tav/reader (kinda)
spoilers for act 3 + vampire ascendant astarion
sfw | established relationship | angst | hurt no comfort
this fic is not very nice towards both ascendant astarion and the emperor for the sake of storytelling. don't take it personally please!
also posted on ao3
likes/comments/reblogs always appreciated!
Turning your head, instead of The Emperor, Astarion sits beside you. Immediately, your body stiffens. But then, slowly, it releases its tension when he smiles at you. You recognise it as a smile of fondness — affection, rather than self-absorbed satisfaction. It was the Astarion you had woken up to just this morning, before everything was reduced to a putrid red. Your Astarion.
You allow your lover to become the Vampire Ascendant, and are forced to watch him grow delirious with a rush of newfound power. That same night, you find yourself in the Astral Plane in your dreams. You already miss him dearly.
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You love Astarion, unwaveringly so. Your romance may not have had the best start, but it only made the fall that much more meaningful. Sharing the same tent, you wake up with your arms wrapped protectively around him every morning. Every evening, the two of you were now accustomed to reading quietly side-by-side, shoulders pressed together. You cherish the mundane routine of it all. Loving Astarion comes as naturally to you as breathing.
It’s in Cazador’s palace that you learn of the fact that you love Astarion so much, you would do just about anything for him. Even the most repugnant things.
You grimace in sheer, utter pain as your tadpole connects with Astarion’s. Both of your minds become one, sharing memories of runes marring pale skin in multiple flashes. For the first time, Astarion sees the Infernal poem detailing the conditions of Mephistopheles’ profane pact etched across his bare back.
A hint of a smile appears on the spawn’s face, and it brings a shiver of terror down your spine. The illithid connection is severed, releasing the two minds. It leaves your stream of consciousness to yourself, filled with a resounding thought: What in the Nine Hells have I done?
You vividly remember how the rogue had described the process of attaining his scars. Cazador had carved them into his skin painstakingly slowly, not missing even a single detail. In comparison, Astarion slices into his defeated master’s skin with urgency. Rather than savouring every scream, he only smiles, as if refusing to acknowledge them at all.
Even in a moment like this, Cazador calls Astarion a child. A wretched one, sure, but a child nonetheless. It causes you to forget the sting of guilt you feel for allowing Astarion to deliver such excruciating pain in front of your eyes, if only for a moment. You simply watch in silence as Astarion grabs the quarterstaff controlling the ritual, raising it above his head. It sinks into the centre of the floor, covering it in Infernal script that glows red.
“Ecce dominus!”
Leon, Aurelia, Violet, Petras, Dalyria, Yousen — they were the closest thing to family for Astarion. You remember how he had called them his siblings, and how it gave you a sense of relief. Even if said family was attained through cruel, corrupted means, it was a small bit of consolation that Astarion had not been truly alone all of those years. Now, they were all being reduced to a mere collective sacrifice. An obscene offering in exchange for the promise of power.
And yet, you cannot find it in yourself to lift even a single finger.
“Nunc volo potestatem quam pollicitus es mihi…”
You adore Astarion’s voice, in all of its velvety and rich tones. However, now that it was echoing loudly in the chamber, it only inspires feelings of dread, overriding any instinctual passion. Every single sacrificial spawn, including Cazador Szarr, bursts into thick puddles of blood. Astarion lowers his arms, breathing heavily as the ritual’s light slowly dims.
“I…I can’t feel it. That ache in my stomach, that hunger — it’s gone.”
Astarion smiles, unmistakably drunk on his newfound power.
“I’m free. I’m finally free! Oh, it feels delicious .”
You watch Astarion’s eyes gleam uncomfortably, opting to look downwards to your hands. Since when did your fingers start trembling? Since when were your hairs standing on end? You look back up at the newly emerged Vampire Ascendant, bitter regret coursing through your veins.
What remains of Astarion’s family is only a sickening shade of red, pooling all over the floor. You can only stare wide-eyed at the gorey scene, a wave of nausea threatening to rise in your throat. Suddenly, it’s also coupled with a heavy spasm within your chest. What was this feeling of devastating loss? Clutching at your chest, you shudder as your eyes sweep the room, only to notice that you’re the sole person undergoing such physical pain.
The pain then manifests itself into an armoured figure, its hands resting on its greatsword’s pommel. You swallow thickly, as the pain slowly subsides. While the pain was starting to leave, the ominous presence in front of you induces something else: fear. Metal shifts against metal as the armoured figure starts to speak in a gravelly timbre.
“You have broken your oath, paladin.”
The days of travel since the illithid abduction had been trying. Despite everything, you have always tried to be true to yourself. To your oath. Despite your best efforts to be righteous above all else, it all led up to this. Vows of higher morality, honour, and duty that had sworn years before were being turned to mere specks of dust. For a moment, you wonder if you were face-to-face with an executioner, who would deliver your lifeless body back to your deity. Instead, the armoured knight delivers nothing but a promise:
“At the close of day, I will be waiting for you.”
Astarion approaches you with heightened zeal, bringing you back to the harshness of reality. The consequences of recent events sink in, and you might even mourn the loss of that sinister knight’s presence. The newly crowned Vampire Ascendant speaks, and you attempt to listen. It’s no good — your mind is far too overwhelmed, far too dazed to digest every word. Astarion’s words only register as fragmented phrases about greatness, servants, and obedience. Even as your blade cuts through the Gur people, you sense yourself being swallowed up by numbness.
Outside of the dungeon, the rest of the journey back to camp is a muddled, disjointed blur. Midway, you turn to your left to see Gale, whose expression can only be described as crushing disappointment. On your right, you see Karlach. When the both of you meet eyes, the tiefling frowns, averting her gaze. You walk in front of their party as always, but your joints seemingly move for you automatically rather than being willed to. It’s only when you catch a whiff of the salty air of the harbour that the mindless trance you were under breaks. You were already back at camp.
You don’t want to speak with any of your companions. You don’t have it in you to face any of them — not even your lover. Instead, your slow, aimless footsteps find their way to the mysterious knight, tucked in a corner of the campsite.
Speaking with the Oathbreaker Knight is as intimidating as the first time. You listen to his words with a heavy heart, being reminded of what you had sworn. What you’ve now betrayed. With a slow turn of his head, the knight faces you with an almost scorching gaze.
“Tell me — why did you abandon your oath?”
“Out of…love.”
It’s a plain and simple phrase, and yet it’s uttered at a volume barely louder than a whisper. Your reasoning now sounded so silly and so immature to your own ears. The result of your misguided love makes it all seem so meaningless.
“An understandable sacrifice,” the Oathbreaker responds, contrary to how you were internally admonishing yourself for said sacrifice. Was it understandable to be so witless? So frustratingly naïve?
The Oathbreaker Knight continues to detail the greater implications of your actions, or your lack thereof. Halfway through, he mentions something about a new power slumbering within you, and it’s the exact moment when his words start to fall on deaf ears. The way things are, all you know is that you don’t want to hear any more of “power” and “strength” for the rest of the night.
“What’s past is past. We are here to discuss your future.”
“I don’t want any part of this. Let me remain pure. Please,” you answer with an almost desperate sense of haste, now afraid of what a future of unknown power could hold. Parting with a couple hundred gold coins is nothing in comparison.
Pacing as far away from the Oathbreaker as possible, you feel deeply on edge. The anxiety of it all is unbearable, and your instincts naturally seek out a source of comfort. Before you know it, your feet lead you to Astarion. Except this time, when looking into his eyes, you find someone else. Someone so incredibly similar, yet so incredibly foreign.
“I can’t believe you let me kill all those people…A pleasant surprise.”
You answer through gritted teeth. “I wanted what was best for you.”
“You sweet, sweet thing. I want what’s best for you too, of course. And one wicked turn deserves another.”
No, you don’t. Stop. Where is Astarion? Where is he?
“So, tell me what you desire. What can I do for my dearest pet?”
There was no need for any further words, your body reacting faster than your mouth ever could. You turn your heel, refusing to end the conversation properly. As you practically run back to your side of camp, your chest heaves and your breath escapes in shallow huffs. No, no, no, no, no. Whoever this is, he’s abhorrent. I hate this. I hate it all. You feel absolutely sick to your stomach, because you didn’t leave the conversation out of hatred for Astarion. You had left out of fear that you would be swayed by whatever he could’ve said next.
You know, in the back of your mind, that you have nobody to blame except yourself.
Lying on your bedroll, you shake off your feelings of disgust and self-hatred. You have an elder brain to deal with, and it wasn’t going to wait for you to figure out your relationship, of all things. All you want for the rest of the night is a restful, peaceful slumber. A sleep so deep and tranquil that none of your doubts and regrets can infiltrate your thoughts.
Of course, even then, you’re asking for too much. Even in your dreams, your loathsome love cannot seem to leave you alone. You find yourself among the stars, under a lilac sky. Turning your head, instead of The Emperor, Astarion sits beside you. Immediately, your body stiffens. But then, slowly, it releases its tension when he smiles at you. You recognise it as a smile of fondness — affection, rather than self-absorbed satisfaction. It was the Astarion you had woken up to just this morning, before everything was reduced to a putrid red. Your Astarion.
The last time you found yourself in the Astral Plane, you were faced with The Emperor, along with a choice that was all too easy. No matter the reward, you weren’t going to consume an astral-touched tadpole. The risk of it consuming you in return was far too likely, and you’d sooner fall on your longsword than have it take you. You had resolved yourself to speak with the mind flayer, sternly reaffirming that you had no intention of embracing any illithid potential in the slightest.
At the exact moment your eyes meet Astarion’s, all of those preconceived notions dissolve in an instant. You scoff in disbelief, blinking rapidly. Despite your expectations of him disappearing after every blink, his figure remains.
“Astarion,” you call out through the lump emerging in your throat.
“What has made you so sullen, my dear?”
What an unbearably loaded question, you think to yourself. Was it the overall gloom of Cazador’s dungeon? Was it those pitiful fools who had waltzed right into their deaths, who had loved a vampire spawn in a way that you understood far too well? Was it the way that Astarion looked at you after his ascension, devoid of any of the respect and trust that you had shared throughout your journey? The answer is a combination of everything.
But it doesn’t matter, does it? What matters now is that Astarion was here with you.
“I love you so much it hurts, Astarion. But now that I've doomed you, I’m…I’m so fucking scared.”
Except you know that this is too good to be true.
“I love you too. There’s nothing to be scared of. I’m with you, aren’t I?” Astarion says, with a tilt of his head. It’s so charming, so inviting, so comforting.
Astarion said many sweet things, but he's never proclaimed his love for you outright in this way. He was always too afraid, and knowing that, you never demanded it from him. So why was he saying this now? Something feels wrong, terribly so.
“I…I missed you,” you respond with a hesitant voice.
Something about this feels wrong to the point of perversion. Apprehension courses through your body, and you look into those familiar scarlet eyes, searching for an answer as to why. He stares at you in a way that pierces through your soul, boring into your flesh.
“But darling,” Astarion says, a warm smile on his lips. “I’ve never left.”
And then, it clicks.
Lies. Lies, lies, lies, LIESLIESLIESLIES —
You clench your fists, squeezing your fingers together momentarily. Gradually, your dull, broken sadness paves the way for unbridled anger. Heat rises in your stomach, reaching up to your chest. With a scowl, you raise your hand, slapping your palm against the man’s cheek.
“Who do you think you are, trying to fool me again? You’re deplorable.”
You watch with an icy glare as Astarion’s figure seamlessly transforms. Pale skin is dyed back into a piercing purple. Bulging veins emerge across his skin. The lower half of his face is covered with appendages. All of it reveals a hideous aberration.
“I thought you would have appreciated that form over this one. It seems that I was mistaken.”
“...You aren’t.”
Truthfully, as much as you are angry at The Emperor, you’re also angry with yourself. During those few initial seconds, you had allowed yourself to hope. Even if it was only a dream, you wanted to believe so badly that it was the Astarion you had helped to erase at the Black Mass. Even if it was for only a couple of hours, you wanted to see the Astarion who you’ll never get back.
The mind flayer hums in acknowledgment, as if he already knows. “We share the same mind. It is only natural that I know who you yearn for, more than anyone else.”
You take in a deep inhale, exhaling heavily with an open mouth. It was in the subtleties during times like this that you found yourself unable to fully trust him, regardless of his protection. Ultimately, The Emperor made you feel as if you were nothing but a mere pawn. Briefly, you recall Astarion as the newly rebirthed Vampire Ascendant. Suddenly, it all felt so awfully ironic. During that short conversation at camp, he, too, made you feel the same way.
“You’re repulsive,” you spit out. “What if I hadn’t noticed?”
“Then it would prove my point even further — that your current form comes with limitations.”
The realisation that dawns upon you only serves to fuel your disdain further. You were two individuals burdening the same brain. The Emperor knows everything that’s happened on this miserable day, and now he is using it against you. In your most fragile, most desperate moment, he was going to give you another sermon about abandoning your feeble form.
“Fuck. You.”
With another quick flourish, you’re met with Astarion again. It disturbs you how easily your heart can shift to feelings of familiarity and adoration, simply with a small reminder of the partner Astarion used to be.
“Now, now, darling. That’s very rude of you, don’t you think?”
The corners of the vampire’s lips curl upwards sweetly, the smile on his face just barely narrowing his eyes. You hate to admit it to yourself, but this form softens your heart, no matter how aware you are that it’s just a disguise.
Astarion takes your hand in his, tilting his head lovingly in a way that registers as equally seductive and sickening. He leans in towards you, soft breath brushing against your ear.
“You failed in preventing the corruption of your lover, despite your every intention to do so. Not only that, but you failed in protecting your oath. That moment of weakness leaves me with no choice but to presume that your present self is far from sufficient to deal with the elder brain.”
Cold and calculating words escape Astarion’s lips, making them sound like the most beautifully crafted prose. It’s so fucking unfair.
You wish you had your longsword at your side. If you could, you would unsheathe it from its scabbard, drenching the blasted illithid’s body in its own blood. But more than that, you wish you could rewind time back to when you were at Cazador’s palace, with Astarion’s dagger against Cazador’s throat. You want nothing more than to go back to when you could have cried out, ran forward, caused a fuss — anything to stop the Rite of Profane Ascension from completion.
In less than even a second, the Emperor returns to his illithid form, his appendages swaying as he speaks. With a flick of his wrist, he unfurls his fingers and presents you with an astral-touched tadpole. The same one you had rejected before. And yet, this one was much harder to refuse. You stare at the tadpole's faint, ephemeral glow.
What The Emperor says isn’t exactly wrong, and it frustrates you to no end. He was simply telling you what you had been trying to avoid telling yourself the entire day. What has happened has shaken you to your core, and you feel the seeds of doubt settling in the pit of your stomach. Astarion’s ascension aside, did you have the strength to surpass this setback and vanquish the Absolute? Could you assure that no cruel fate like that would befall upon your other companions?
You think of the worst. You imagine Wyll being consumed by his pact with Mizora. You imagine Lae’zel watching helplessly as Orpheus perishes, fulfilling Vlaakith’s wishes. You imagine Gale losing himself out of blind devotion to his goddess. They’re all things that you would never wish on your dear friends. Not after all that’s happened.
With a heavy, audible sigh, you let your shoulders run slack in resignation. You recognise yourself as an incompetent fool that has condemned your lover to a fate of single-minded lusts for power, and now you are going to pay the price.
“...Fine, you win. Have it your way.”
It takes only a moment for the tadpole to welcome itself into your body through just the smallest opening of your mind. You writhe and twist in anguish as you feel its essence coursing flooding into you. Every single bone in your body screams as your flesh contorts inhumanly and your veins turn a horrid black. Soon after, it settles. It’s so unnatural how natural it feels, once the wretched tadpole settles into your body.
“Are you happy now?” You ask, glancing up at The Emperor accusatorily.
“You are…exquisite.”
You don’t want to hear those words from that monster. You want to hear those words from him . If you still loved him ardently after his transformation, would it be such a stretch to hope that he would love you after yours? There must be some remnants of the way he had loved you before somewhere deep inside that unbeating heart. Tucked away secretively, so that it’ll never be fully erased. It’s somewhere, or so you tell yourself.
The Emperor must have picked up on your wishful thinking because in the next moment, you're once again eye-to-eye with your vampiric lover’s image. You know it’s all sheer delusion. A product of nothing more than your deepest regrets. The coldness of his hand against your cheek is heart-wrenchingly familiar, making you flinch slightly before your skin starts to adjust. When it leans in closer, you find yourself habitually meeting it in the middle.
When your lips meet, the illusion of Astarion gently holds your trembling arm, slowly tracing downwards until its hand rests on top of yours. It’s only when you feel a wet drop roll down your cheek that you realise you’ve started to cry. Shortly after, your lips part, leaving you with a devastating loneliness. You recognise it as the loneliness you’ve left buried under adamant denial, resurfacing after a single kiss.
“I love you, Astarion,” you whisper in a choked sob, trying but failing to convince yourself. Your declaration of love is out of a pathetic and pitiful need to reassure yourself, rather than spontaneous passion.
Memories of the Astarion you miss flit back into your mind. You had held him when he was at his most unsure of himself, lost about his place in the world. He had been the one to love you unconditionally, when you had thought you were nothing without your oath. Gazing into the imitation’s eyes makes it painfully obvious that you’re the only one still carrying such fervent affections.
“...I’m sorry,” the illusion whispers back. You don’t know if you have it in you to forgive it. You don’t know if you have it in you to forgive yourself.
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate iii#baldur's gate 3 fanfiction#bg3 fanfiction#astarion#astarion ancunin#astarion fanfic#astarion x tav#astarion x reader#oomfvia.txt#oomfvia:\bedtimestories
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Legacy Shenanigans Master List of Audio Featuring Anything Marvolo (NSFW version)
Posts Updated: 9/03/2023
NSFW
Marvolo talking to MC: Marvolo (NSFW)
Marvolo punishing MC: Marvolo (NSFW)
Marvolo dirty talk: Marvolo (NSFW)
MC takes control for once: Marvolo (NSFW)
Marvolo moaning: Marvolo (NSFW)
Giving Marvolo head: Marvolo (NSFW)
Marvolo dirty talk: Marvolo (NSFW)
Marvolo writing MC a letter: Marvolo (NSFW)
Marvolo giving a good girl her reward (creaking!): Marvolo (NSFW)
Marvolo edging you (bed creaking!): Marvolo (NSFW)
Marvolo sexy degradation: Marvolo (NSFW)
Marvolo making you squirt: Marvolo (NSFW)
Dirty talk and Marvolo pushing into you: Marvolo (NSFW)
More Marvolo dirty talk (MELT): Marvolo (NSFW)
Someone hurt you and Marvolo doesn’t take kindly to that: Marvolo (NSFW - torture)
Pissing him off at the Den: Marvolo (NSFW)
Begging Marvolo: Marvolo (NSFW)
Solo mastrabation: Marvolo (NSFW)
Volo reading erotic poetry: Marvolo (NSFW ISH) (personal new favorite!)
Throat training & PRAISE!: Marvolo (NSFW)
It’s going to be a rough day at the Den and he wants you ready: Marvolo (NSFW)x
Possessive dirty talk: Marvolo (NSFW)
Marvolo the king of double standards (based of character ai chat): Marvolo (Very light NSFW)
Marvolo telling you what he going to do to you: Marvolo (NSFW)
Drunk Marvolo talking to Rerek: Marvolo, Rerek (NSFW ISH)
Drunk Marvolo when MC shows up: Marvolo, MC (NSFW)
Whispering Filth based on (this): Marvolo, MC (NSFW)
MC joking about Marvolo’s teeth: Marvolo, MC (NSFW)
MCs been bad, and bad girls get the belt: Marvolo, MC (NSFW)
Marvolo and MC break the bed: Marvolo, MC (NSFW)
Marvolo putting that tongue to work with Italian: Marvolo, MC (NSFW)
Marvolo fucking MC but now with HER moans: Marvolo, MC (NSFW)
They've had an argument and Marvolo discusses punishments: Marvolo, MC (NSFW ISH)
Pure dirty sex: Marvolo, MC (NSFW)
MC knows how to tease Volo when he has to go: Marvolo, MC (NSFW)
Marvolo making Mc squirt and calling her a good girl: Marvolo, MC (NSFW)
Fun in the garden: Marvolo, MC (NSFW)
Fingering before Volo has to leave: Marvolo, MC (NSFW)
Foreplay is getting steamy: Marvolo, MC (NSFW)
Rerek and Marvolo having an argument about MC: Marvolo, Rerek (NSFW ISH)
Rerek talking about Mr. and Mrs. Gaunt sex life: Marvolo, Rerek (NSFW ISH)
Rerek being curious after Sebastian joined in: Marvolo, Rerek (NSFW)
"Rereks" thoughts on fanfiction: Rerek (NSFW ISH)
Rerek being Rerek compilation: Rerek (NSFW ISH)
Rereks opinions: Rerek (NSFW ISH)
Marvolo and Ominis at some Event, run in with a past hookup: Marvolo, Ominis, (Anabella ¿sp?) (NSFW ISH)
Marvolo stressing the importance of silencing charms: Marvolo, Ominis (light NSFW)
Marvolo and Sebastian chat after (this fic): Marvolo, Sebastian (NSFW)
Marvolo and Sebastian chat after (pt 4): Marvolo, Sebastian (NSFW)
Remembering old times: Marvolo, Sebastian (NSFW ISH)
I'll mess a bitch up, but I'll also take it like a good slut - Sallow: Marvolo, Sebastian (NSFW)
Marvolo’s in need of his dick pig: Marvolo, Sebastian (NSFW)
And then there were two little dick pigs: Marvolo, Sebastian, Leander (NSFW)
Marvolo and Rerek talk after (pt5): Marvolo, Rerek (NSFW)
Rerek calls Marvolo out for almost slipping the L word after (pt 6) : Marvolo, Rerek (SFW audio but keeping it with the others pt 6 NSFW)
Ominis has been a good boy, right?: Ominis, Rowan (NSFW)
Ominis being adorably pathetic for Rowan: Ominis, Rowan (NSFW ISH)
Rominis being a bit too loud: Ominis, Rowan, Marvolo (NSFW)
Marvolo getting revenge on Ominis: Marvolo, Ominis, Rowan, MC
Rowan pounding pussy: Rowan (NSFW)
Rowan dirty talk, and a GOOD GIRL!: Rowan (NSFW ISH)
Solo mastrabation: Rowan (NSFW)
Volo and Rowan arguing over taker vs giver: Marvolo, Rowan (NSFW ISH)
Rowans in his "season": Marvolo, Rowan (NSFW)
Petty arguments: Marvolo, Rowan (VERY LIGHT NSFW to many F bombs to play in front of your boss)
Deep talks and Rowan probably has a kid: Marvolo, Rowan (NSFW ISH)
Marvolo waking up to Rowan in bed with him, confusion incurs: Marvolo, Rowan (light NSFW)
Our murder boys taking turns with MC: Marvolo, Rowan, MC (NSFW)
Our murder boys teasing Leander: Marvolo, Rowan, Leander (NSFW ISH)
Red getting tag teamed: Marvolo, Rowan, Leander (NSFW)
Marvolo and OC: Marvolo (ish NSFW)
Personalized Marvolo for @dreambender96 (NSFW) (lucky ;) )
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I need a little help
should i make the yandere volo headcanons be just sfw of both sfw and nsfw
what do you guys think
#fanfic#fandom#pokemon#pokemon x reader#x reader#volo#pokemon volo#pokemon legends arceus#yandere male#tw yandere
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