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desafinado · 1 year

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★彡 *•.♡ calling them a term of endearment

can i call you mine, and can i call you my lover?

°｡⋆ self-indulgent, fluffy fluff, swearing, a bit suggestive

°｡⋆ alhaitham, diluc, kaveh, xiao x reader (wc:)

note: diluc’s is kinda diff bc idk i just melt every time i write him sdjfkdsjfsdf hes such a gentleman but soft i wanna spoil bb boy… also if you think pet names or cheesy or some shit or whatever this is obviously not for u, talk to the wall this is my blog

alhaitham ♡

“yes, baby?”

you settled into his lap getting a bit more comfortable, but it seemed like alhaitham had frozen into place. you had been dating for a month or so, and yes he’d often call you “dear”, but a term of endearment coming from you? and that term being “baby”? he wasn’t expecting that at all.

“i–uh. book.”

that was all he could mutter, completely forgetting what he was saying, thinking even. you giggled at the sight before you, a taken aback, nervous, and speechless alhaitham; lucky for you, you’d be the only one who got to see it. you snuggled into his chest before teasing him a bit further.

“yes, baby, what about the book?”

there it was again, “baby”. it was going to be the death of him for sure.

“baby? what… what’s the meaning of this?” you weren’t going to let him off so easily, you were gonna savor this while it lasted. “babies are humans at infancy, you know, the first stage of–”

“stop teasing for my sake, please.” he let out an exasperated sigh while you just giggled at his agony. you could get used to this, if this was gonna be the reaction every time. “okay, okay, fine. there’s no reason actually. i just wanted to call you baby, and i think i’m gonna start calling you that more often.”

“i’ll allow it.” he says a little too quickly, and you know he for sure approves as well.

“hmm… but no reason you say?” you hum in approval as he shifts so that his head rests on your shoulder. you close your eyes melting into the warmth he provided; that moment of peace was short lived, however, as he started leaving kisses on the sensitive spots of your neck.

“haitham..! y-you know i’m sensitive there!”

“i know, baby, but i just felt like it. you’re acquainted with the feeling aren’t you?”

diluc ♡

“what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

you were sitting by the window, gazing out into the vineyards of the dawn winery. it was obvious that something was running through your mind by the tense look on your face. you shook your head for a moment, before returning his gaze.

“it's nothing really. just thinking of a term of endearment for you.” you got up from your seat to approach, cup his cheeks oh so tenderly. “sweetheart, darling, honey? you have so much for me, yet i haven’t the slightest clue what to call you.”

to think that diluc had so much affection and adoration for you, but you couldn’t even think of some cute nickname to call him. everything either felt too cheesy or too formal, but whatever he called you seemed to be just right.

“you know, whatever you might call me, i know i’ll love. you could call me a grape for all i care, and i’d still be head over heels for you.” he snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you all the more closer. he couldn’t be serious, could he?

“i’m serious, diluc! i wanna call you something that does you justice. something i could address you in letters, call you in public; something that’ll let everyone know you’re mine.”

he looks up in thought for a second, trying his best to help you out. “sugar?” “too cheesy.” “dear?” “too basic.” “... that’s all i’ve got, darling, i’m sorry.”

an idea finally pops into your head, though, something you should’ve seen earlier.

“what about beloved? because you know… i love you dearly, a-and you’re my…'' after all this time, you still find your heart racing when referring to diluc as your lover, but that only lends the nickname more points. his smile becomes a happy one, giving you a gentle peck on your heated cheeks.

“it’s perfect, beloved, and just so you know, i love you too, and you are my one and only lover.”

kaveh ♡

“kaveh, my love, could you pass me the salt?”

kaveh does as he’s told, but not without a shocked look on his face. you look up from the dough you’re mixing to see the look on his face, raising an eyebrow in response. was he not aware that you could put salt in cookies?

“love? you called me your love!!?” he was practically singing praises. you didn’t realize it meant that much to him, but you were pleased by his reaction nonetheless, a faint chuckle escaping your lips.

“is it that groundbreaking?” you genuinely doubted if he perceived you as unromantic, but you were also aware he had the tendency to be dramatic. his lips calmed down to a sheepish smile.

“it’s nothing like that, i didn’t mean to offend you. it’s just that i’ve been waiting for you to call me one, since we’ve been together.” he hugs you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“i see, i apologize if you had to wait long.” you felt a pang of guilt hit you, knowing he felt that way, but you felt him lightly shaking his head. “no, no, no. i wanted it to happen naturally, and the way you said it just earlier just felt… right.”

once it was time to put them in the oven, he still clung onto you as if you’d evaporate the moment he let go. you could never turn down his physical affection, but this was shaping up to be a bit difficult.

“kaveh… it’s a bit hard to put them in the oven without burning myself if you don’t let go.”

“really now? i’ll let go if you say the magic word.”

“hah. you’re really running with it, aren’t you?”

“magic words, love.” he earned a sigh from you before you finally gave into his desires.

“let go for a second, would you, my love?”

“of course, my love, but once those cookies are in the oven, you’re mine for the next fifteen minutes.”

xiao ♡

xiao was already in disbelief from the fact he had somehow won your affection, and was living a pleasantly romantic relationship with you. this, however, was a whole new level of domesticity.

“i’m sorry, can you repeat that?”

“if i call out dearest, while referring to you of course, will you be able to hear me and come to my aid?” maybe it was silly of you to ask, but you were genuinely curious.

“i… why would you refer to me as dearest?” he was still trying to wrap his head around this whole thing.

“because you’re my dearest? it’s a term of endearment.” you’re sure he’s heard of pet names throughout his years on liyue, so you weren’t quite sure why he was being so naive about it.

“i know that, i just– you really want to call me that?” you nod simply, taking his hand into yours, rubbing circles into his palm.

“if it makes you uncomfortable, i won’t bring it up again. i just thought it would be a cute way of addressing you, calling for you.” there’s some disappointment in your voice, but you genuinely did not want to overstep any boundaries he wasn’t ready to cross.

“no, i love it.”

he squeezes your hand, starting up into your eyes. that look he gave you, full of affection and love, made you weak.

“are you sure? you really don’t–”

“no, i’m sure. i love it, and i’ll be there the moment you call.” there’s a pure and bright smile painted across his face, and you’ve never been more in awe.

“g-great, that’s great!” you stutter out, not really expecting him to accept it so wholeheartedly so quickly. the space between you falls into a comfortable quiet, though you feel a wave of shyness wash over you.

“you can call me other names too, whatever you like. i’ll always be there, okay?” you nod timidly, afraid to make a fool out of yourself any further; xiao’s smile grows wider.

“hmm, then it's settled. you shall call me your dearest as you are mine, isn’t that right, my darling dearest?”

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#alhaitham #diluc #kaveh #xiao #alhaitham x reader #diluc x reader #kaveh x reader #xiao x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #fluff #genshin impact

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slvt4floyd · 4 months

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yandere floyd headcanons 😳🤭

Oh, whats this?? my first request and it's about floyd?? BUT AS A YANDERE?! SAY LESS 🤭🤭 ~

Yandere!Floyd Headcanons

Mentions of : NSFW, stalking, death threats, basically yandere shi so if you don't like it then scroll away!!

This kind-hearted boy, he may look nice and innocent but you're gonna have to believe me when i say that this gentlemen right here isn't as innocent as he seems...

When he saw you at first sight his heart skipped beat as he gazed at you from afar. Admiring your features and the way your voice sounded, it was like music to his ears. It felt like his whole world was flipped upside down!

He would stalk you around pop village and take pictures of you everywhere you go. He has a huge box full of things about YOU, he even writes about what your favourite food is and what you're interested in all in one scrapbook, probably has a whole shrine of you with candles and tons of roses...

Listen- He's deeply inlove with you. Just you existing makes his heart melt, he would die for you, he would kill for you, he would basically do ANYTHING for you!

He was inlove with your scent so one time he snuck into your room and would steal your clothes, he loves your scent so he would always wear them while in his own time he might even steal some pair of underwear from your drawers and use that to help out whenever he has a little problem..

Nicknames!! He would def call you anything with 'my' at the start of it like for example : My love, but i would see him calling you dove and dear <3

He's REALLY overprotective/possessive of you, even if some troll comes up to you and starts flirting, it will result him in slicing off their heads off instantly..

One day you were walking down the street while a troll was eyeing you up and down. This made Floyds blood run cold as he was watching from afar, he death stared at the troll that was checking you out... He will gladly make sure they'll never do it again He followed the fellow troll that eyed you up earlier, he wanted to teach him a lesson to leave you alone by threatening him with a knife to his neck- "If you dare look at her/him like that ever again, i swear it'll be the last time you will ever lay eyes on them.." Nobody can look at you like that, only he can... "She's/He's mine and mine only.." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ {WRITERS NOTE} Okay so i made this around 3 and i was so tired asf i just went back to be and woke up to just finish this up, i hope this is good enough. Im still new to this so sorry that this was so short and if this may not be what you wanted but i tried my best 😭 ALSO IM MAKING A PART 2 WITH THIS, I WAS SO TIRED AND COULDN'T KEEP WRITING!!

#trolls band together #brozone #dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls floyd #trolls floyd x reader #trolls 3

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tfyoulookingatgiuxs · 8 months

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Eddie Munson x Suicide!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: You and Eddie went out on a date. While everything seemed to be going well, the problems that torment you take you in a moment of weakness, having to reveal a frightening truth to Eddie, including feelings of guilt.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Suicidal thoughts, topics about death, topics about suicide, your last name is Williams (I don't know I like this kind of last name), mention of abuse, mention of depression, mention of Y/N, bad language, fluff, hurt/comfort, Y/N being silly.

𝐀/𝐍: First One-Shot on Eddie Munson. I came up with this idea - I admit it - inspired by character ai roleplays... But I don't think this is that important. I accept any advice from you to support me and improve! Hope you like it. Sorry for my english, this is not my native language. (DIVIDER NOT MINE)

You walked into the bar while waiting for your boyfriend right away, while ordering just a glass of water. You and Eddie met at that bar to hang out. By now it had been almost months since you started dating and we can say that you are very close. You looked up as the curly-haired metalhead walked in giving you a smirk.

"Sorry I'm late sweetheart" You smiled at that nickname. "Yes, you are" Eddie sat across from you at that moment as he couldn't take his eyes off you.

"Come on, don't be so mean to me" His way of teasing you liked, but as always you tried not to point it out. "Uhuh, anyway how about we grab something? Or do you want to keep staring at me until you get tired?" You said as he shook his head and nodded. You had well thought of getting a beer for both of you, but in the end only Eddie took it, while you settled for a simple Coca Cola, today you weren't in the right mood to ingest alcohol.

"Hey, hey! What are you going to do?" The metalhead began to say as soon as he saw you open your wallet. You looked at him confused "What do you mean?" Eddie at your question snatches your wallet away putting it so you can't take it.

"What the fuck are you doing?! Give it back to me!" You jumped trying to get to his hand, but there was nothing you could do, you were way too short to reach him. "Ha ha ha, don't think about it at all. Sweetheart, did you really think you wanted to pay?" You didn't answer and you looked at him in surrender. “Just as I thought,” he chuckled as he watched you pout and handed your wallet back. You and Eddie have dated countless times, and when he was always the one paying it made you feel guilty, for you, both parties had to pay or maybe once you or once he, let's say the concept that man always has to you didn't like paying, and Eddie appreciates that even though this time he was serious about spending his money on both of us.

"Don't look at me like that" He said as you left the bar "Like what?" You asked taking a sip of the drink obviously pretending not to know what he was referring to.

"As if you were an offended child" Eddie put his arm around your shoulders and then you brought him closer.

"Fuck you" the boy laughed "You're the usual princess" That nickname made you blush "And you're the usual jerk" you commented and then gave him a light kiss on the cheek while together you head into the Hawkins wood. After you made friends with Eddie, the woods became your secret place to hide away, where problems vanished and no one could disturb you. You've been putting in and putting up with too much at that precise time lately and a quiet walk in the woods with your boyfriend was the best thing you could do right now.

You both talked about many things and Eddie's adrenaline made you smile a lot by infecting you with his energy.

"You're joking I hope," Eddie snapped as he kicked a small rock. "No I swear! My grandmother is obsessed with the fact that I'm possessed by the devil because I don't dress like the others girls" You laughed at his reaction. "Your grandmother is out of her mind."

"Don't even tell me, it's also devastating to think of all her complaints" You replied to your boyfriend as you exchanged a warm smile.

That's right. After your parents died you had to move to Hawkins, to be exact with your paternal grandparents. The three of you lived in front of Dustin's residence, in fact he was your first friend in Hawkins and then you introduced yourself to the others. After starting high school, you had to move due to financial problems and managed to find a place at the Trailer Park. Quiet place but your grandparents were way too old to be parents again and in fact you could hardly hold an argument with them without breaking something and yelling at them while making the whole neighborhood hear you.

Above all, they are very religious and your grandmother always expected you to be like other girls your age.

"Seriously, they call me a Satanist because I play a fantasy game, and your grandmother calls you a slave to the devil because you don't like going to church or because you dress a certain way?" You could see the boy in his face that he was speechless. You watched as you both proceeded to walk and look around. "Unfortunately for you the answer is yes. Apparently we are two Satanists, big boy " at that nickname his cheeks turned pink. You knew very well that this had a certain effect on him and your way of calling him that drove him crazy. "We'll summon the devil together and go to hell" He said it doing his usual nutty theater and you couldn't help but laugh at his scenes.

"My dear Williams, if you don't want to end up in hell you should start becoming a girl who dresses well" He teased you as he approached your face "Fuck it! I really don't think about it" you laughed pushing him away while then you decide to stop.

Eddie sat leaning against the oak tree while you stood before him taking the last of your soda. "Won't you sit down?" The boy asked looking at you. "Nah. I'd rather stand for now," the metalhead chuckled as you looked around.

Hawkins wood for you was perhaps the most beautiful place to go, the peace was infinite and the air that surrounded it was something wonderful. The birds singing as the wind blew the leaves away was truly therapeutic. Nothing for you could break that stillness that surrounded the big trees. The first time you came here you were scared, because you were always afraid of getting lost, but when you went there for the first time with Eddie you felt safer and understood the true beauty of that place.

"Shit!" Suddenly you screamed and Eddie looked at you worried for a moment. "I'm so energetic today, I think I could show my third finger to anyone who passes by." He smiled at you. Eddie knew you by now and he knew that every now and then you had these moments of madness that you had to let vent, so he kept looking at you always finding the beauty in what you said or did, even if you would have been swearing all day long.

"Should I be scared?" His tone was playful and you looked at him and then smiled "No, I was joking. But I'm still so energetic." After a while you tried to vent your energy by hanging around the boy or looking around talking to him. You had to let Eddie know who he was close to, and if he would be ready to face the troubled girl that you were. Your feeling insecure had caused Eddie a bit of a hard time. He always told you he'd be there for you no matter what kind of person you were. He just loved you but that wasn't enough for you. To you he was just unaware, inconsistent with what he was doing. You loved Eddie to death, but you were always afraid that then he would leave as the others had done in the past, so you preferred to show the real you and see if he would stay next to you or if he would run away.

The laughs were a lot and that pastime with Eddie seemed to last forever, which you didn't mind at all. You looked at the trees in front of you with your back to the boy admiring the light fog that had formed, giving the forest a calm that your body had never felt, your laughter ended and your smile was still printed on your face.

"Can you imagine staying here forever?" You said catching your breath from too many laughs. Eddie looked at you with a smile "Yes sweetheart, I can imagine staying here forever with you" those words of his made you very happy but now you were focused on the place where you were, on the calm letting so many things go through your head. "Yes, that's right. No problems, no yelling, no criticism, no disappointments…just peace." Your tone was now relaxed while your face was as well. You could say you were just calm, but unfortunately your darkest thoughts didn't want to give you a break. The boy just nodded and before he said anything you preceded him.

"Can you imagine having the chance to... die here? " Eddie's eyes were confused at your question. Why would you think about such a thing? What does that have to do with the peace of the place?

"No honey, it's too good place to think about ruining it with a horrible death." He said sincerely "Why did you suddenly think about death?" His tone was nonjudgmental, as if you could blindly trust him. "No nothing. It's just...if I had to decide on one place to end my life, it's definitely this, I wouldn't mind dying here, giving me the chance for a happy and peaceful death." You still had your back to Eddie before he he could look at you again and try to figure out what was going through your head.

"Why would you think that? I hope you're not planning to die." You didn't say anything, it took you a while to answer him. "No, why should I?" Surely Eddie thought you were joking... You felt how your thoughts took over and how your energy disappeared in a flash. "Why are you talking about dying here Y/N?" The boy still sat and then finally saw your face when you turned to him.

"I'm talking about dying here, because I think this forest is the perfect place to end one's existence. And then, death isn't necessarily a bad thing," you confessed. For you, the concept of death was very different from how others thought it, it was not only dark but a new glimmer of light for peace and freedom. "How can you say that death isn't a bad thing?" His tone was shocked but his eyes showed concern and care.

You turned towards the forest "Because maybe for you death is just a bad thing, something that shouldn't exist...but actually death is what gives value to life, the end of a chapter is the beginning of a new story" You said those words with a tone of admiration. After all, for you life and death were two opposites that attract each other, life was the beginning and death was the end. But now it was Eddie's turn "Death is a horrible thing, darling. Even if it gives value to life by marking the end of a chapter and the beginning of a new story. You know death takes people away from this earth" You still had your back turned while he spoke. You felt it doesn't happen. Your boyfriend was doing it all wrong, he wasn't realizing the importance of dying and ending the suffering.

"For me, on the other hand, it's a beautiful thing and it deserves to be seen a little more in color instead of black and white, the usual sad colors...It's true, death distances people from the earth, but perhaps it meant that at that moment that person's story was destined to end."

He sighed "I see what you mean. But death in real life and not in literature or a movie is often just awful and unfair. People leave loved ones behind forever and it's not something easy to deal with." You turned to him again to find him still sitting trying to decipher you but your face seemed devoid of any emotion.

"It's true. Death is also unfair because it robs us of the people we love. I've always been told it's because God has a plan for them, but I don't believe it… letting people die for a goddamn plan didn't I think if it happened it happened" Now you looked at the sky and Eddie didn't know where you were getting at but he just knew that he was worried about you.

"Sweetheart, what do you mean?"

You didn't answer that question of his. Exactly...What did you mean? What did you have in mind? What prompted you to let your dark thoughts about death come out?

For a moment you didn't know either...you just had to have a fun and carefree day with your boyfriend, so why do you have this impulse to want to feel weak? Of wanting to leave everything as it is and disappear without being found. Somehow the peaceful and divine sensations of the forest had led to remember the bad events that you still continue to endure today. How even though what you do isn't going well, and how your grandparents just see you as a failure...and let's not talk about the constant arguments. They always ended in yells from you when your grandfather seriously lost his temper and you paid the price. Your scars were many and perhaps not enough. Your continuing to live was real hell for you.

This city, like the life you were living, was just awful and maybe you thought you hadn't found worse torture.

But there was him…Eddie. That one person who somehow brought back your smile and desire to have fun.

"Y/N why don't you answer me?" This time you felt the metalhead get up and set his eyes on your shoulders.

"I was thinking..." you were now lost in your thoughts and your worst fears seemed to want to come out.

"Honey, you're making me worry you know?" He said as his voice made your heart melt. You knew how worried he was about you and deep down it made you feel guilty. You were really scared but this pain was really too strong for you. "Please love, turn around" He told you but you didn't, you knew very well that if you met his eyes you would collapse and you didn't want to.

"Can I ask you a question Eddie?" You took a deep breath when he gave you consent and with all the strength you had you spoke.

"Do you think people who take their own lives are stupid and weak people?" Eddie looked at you again, not able to see your face again and dazed by your question while you had a serious doubt that you wanted to get rid of.

"Of course not. The pain that someone feels that drives them to take their own life is something not many people understand. Sometimes, life can be too hard to bear and some think that death is the way out" He approached you and with his arms wrapped around your waist hugging you from behind. "Whoever makes this decision…must have been through hell that we can't even fathom. But Honey…death isn't the only way out."

Eddie didn't know what you were going through every day and you honestly didn't want to tell him. It wasn't a good topic to talk about and especially with your boyfriend. The urge to cry was about to penetrate your soul creating that annoying knot on your neck.

"You're right... people only know how to judge the dead because according to them every problem they had could be solved just by talking or something else... big bullshit, big and huge bullshit. People don't know and talk as if nothing had happened happened of the deaths of the others" As soon as he released his grip you took a step forward looking at the trees wrapped in the sweet mist. So many times you had to hear comments like that about people who committed suicide, and god you hated those fucking comments so much. Despite everything, people also despised those who killed themselves to ease the pain and to take away their existence on earth, and this for you was just one of the many things you'd always thought if you'd gone away.

"Exactly, love. We can't judge those who take their own lives because we didn't experience what they experienced." Eddie was now resigned that you wouldn't turn away "We shouldn't judge or belittle someone because they can't bear the pain of life. The world is full of people who don't understand and are incapable of showing empathy towards others." Shit if Eddie knew how to use words... That boy was more right than ever, he knew exactly how to make you collapse and you didn't know why you were still standing instead of crying and letting off steam hugging him. "What if that person who kills Themself and makes everyone else suffer?" You trimmed your lower lip.

"What do you mean?" Eddie asked seeing you trembling "Y/N why are you trembling?-".

"Would you forgive that person? Even if they left you alone ending their life?" This time you turned to face him as your voice cracked "Even though his gesture was selfish and insensitive?" Eddie looked at you for a while and then I nodded. "Yes" and in that moment your eyes became watery but still not shedding a tear.

“I would forgive them and not hold them accountable for what happened. Because even if what they did was selfish or insensitive, they had the weight of the world on their shoulders at that moment and must have felt like they had no other way out." He approached you placing his hands on your cheeks and the knot in your neck was getting stronger and stronger. You were so afraid. Because what you planned to do would leave Eddie sad for the rest of his days. Even if you thought that maybe one day he would abandon you, you still thought that he of all the people you knew, would mourn your death and this feeling of guilt you would not be able to carry it even after death. "Even if his death will make you suffer?" You trembled even more as your heart pounded. "Yes. Of course it would hurt me." Eddie's tone was calm but there is some pain. "But I wouldn't blame the victim for what happened. It's unfair to judge someone for a mistake that occurred in a time of so much pain and suffering. But I would forgive them and remember them for better or for worse."

Eddie always knew how to surprise you. You were in awe of how he was kind-hearted enough to forgive even the one person who despite her love for him, was ready to leave him behind. You couldn't seriously do it and the tears came out of your head making your boyfriend worry even more "So would you forgive me even if I left you behind? Even if I decide to put an end to my story?" Your warm tears wet his rings and he kissed your forehead and hugged you.

"What's up with you sweetheart?" His tone was calm and sympathetic as he stroked your hair. You, on the other hand, had become a river of tears that could not be stopped.

"I'm tired Eddie...I don't want to stay here in this world, I don't want to face anything anymore, I'm not capable of it... even if no one will regret me for life at least I will have stopped following a life that doesn't belong to me" you pulled nose up "I'm tired of suffering, I don't deserve to be here." He held you even tighter as you continued to cry into his Hellfire shirt.

Eddie was hurt by your words. The very thought of not seeing you tomorrow hurt and terrified him. He didn't know exactly what you were going through but now he was willing to comfort you.

"It hurts me when you say things like 'maybe it would be beautiful to die here'. Please...you are very young. You have your whole life ahead of you. This life is yours and yours alone to live. And I am telling you that you can face any what, honey." Eddie made your eyes meet and looking at your face in pain hurt him even more.

“You don't understand Eddie…nothing belongs to me. I'm everything others call selfish. and that made others suffer..." You continued to cry and sob.

"Don't say that. You know you deserve all the good I give you, you know that? Now please dry your tears and don't believe these things. Because they are not true. I don't want to stop you from finding peace but I want to make you feel better, and I want you to talk to me, okay?" You didn't know what to say except roll up your big nose and sob more and more at his words.

It's true... sooner or later you would have committed suicide finally leaving the life that didn't belong to you. You haven't changed your mind but seeing Eddie, perhaps your possible savior who prevented you from reaching death, in that state made you regret...

Even though as he said, he would have forgiven you, you still can't deny that he will suffer for you, for teasing him by not talking to him and leaving him, maybe even making him think he's the cause of your own death.

"I know and...I don't want to hurt you but seriously I can't take it anymore. You're the only one who really loves me and I-" you were interrupted by him with a kiss on the lips.

"Sweetheart, take it easy now" Your tone was loving as his curly hair pinched the back of your neck. "Now I want you to calm down and dry these tears, okay?" His ringed hand continued to care for your scalp as you followed orders.

"Good girl" He gave you another kiss on the forehead and then embraced you again.

"I'm sorry..." You said resting your head on his neck. "Shh- don't be sorry, you didn't do anything wrong." He consoled you again and slowly you felt your breathing settle and you cuddled up to Eddie.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Eddie said softly close to your ear.

You shook your head and he smiled continuing to hug you "Whenever you want I'll always be by your side honey, okay? If you don't want to do it for you, then do it for me, okay?" You nodded and then felt his lips press against your cheek. You were very lucky to have found someone like Eddie, very lucky. Don't you think you've found a better person to give all your love to. “I promise Eds” more tears came out. "How about we go get something to eat now? Hm?" Eddie proposed trying to use one of your weaknesses, food. You nodded as you clung to his chest "You want to go to the supermarket to get some chocolate pudding?" At that question asked by your boyfriend you began to find comfort. He couldn't resist you, your face was simply genuine like that of a child, who despite a liberating cry everything was resolved by eating something to make you feel better. He laughed then lifted your chin with two fingers and pressed his lips to your cheeks, tasting the residue of your shed tears. After several kisses he looked at you with his chocolate brown eyes and you couldn't help but smile.

"This. This is what I have to see today, a beautiful smile." You blushed but shook your head "I don't have a beautiful smile-" He stopped you quickly. "I don't want to hear stories honey, you have a gorgeous smile that looks so flattering on you, and fuck I say you look beautiful when you smile, so don't ever stop smiling, okay?"

"Yes Eddie" you nodded as your lips parted.

"Keep doing this even if you think you want to die here tomorrow, okay?" He approached you. You didn't know what to answer to that question of his but he kept talking and now your foreheads were attached.

"Because at least I'll be sure you'll be gone smiling, dying happily. So I'll be happy too." Eddie apparently wanted to see how many tears you'd shed at all his words as you held on to his arms.

"Alright sweetheart?" He asked for confirmation.

You nodded repeatedly. He sighs "I need your words."

"Yes Eddie" Your voice was broken but happy with a lighter heart. Not only was Eddie a good-hearted guy, but he hopes you can live happily ever after. You felt Eddie was about to shed a few tears and you could understand this, he was encouraging his girlfriend to smile and die not thinking about the past that hurt her, but about the present that tried to heal her wounds. Eddie didn't feel able to help you, he thought he wouldn't be able to and that the next day he would never see you again, for him this was his goodbye. But within itself. God would have wanted to tell you that it was worth it and that with him you would have lived the best life you deserved. You knew that he would give you everything and that he would do everything, only and exclusively for you. He would even hurt himself just to make you understand how much you mean to him. But Eddie inside was insecure, and seeing you in those conditions without being able to say and do something like a heroic gesture to make you change your mind hurt him, maybe he didn't even feel worthy of you...

But you understood all this even if he didn't expressly say it. He's not crying and he's just wrapping his arms around you and now you realize that Eddie has never held this much in his life. Inside him you could feel the urge to yell at you that what you were doing was horribly wrong and that he hated living without you. But no. He understood and understood you, so much so that he let you go...

To let your chapter end.

You smiled again and Eddie was happier and happier "I love you Eddie".

He said nothing, squeezing you tightly and thrusting his head into your neck. You stroked his long curls as his warm breath on your skin gave you goosebumps. "I love you too sweetheart, never forget that"

"I'll Never Forget Eds"

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noahmullariii · 23 days

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a much too whiny rant about fic icks

I die a little every time pup, cub or Prongslet comes up in a wolfstar raising Harry (together or separately) fic. especially cub - it makes literally no sense????? are you sure it's Remus John Lupin I'm reading about??? it's his evil doppelganger, I'm telling you. I'm not even sure I could stomach that word ironically.

Prongslet is fine in moderation, I guess, but only as an inside joke, only coming from Sirius and only when Harry's a smol bean. but when it's Prisoner of Azkaban compliant I wanna claw my eyes out.

it's even worse when those terms are used not just in dialogue but in Remus or Sirius' internal monologue as if pup and cub are Harry's freaking pronouns or something. my cub, my pup, cub did this, pup did that... just call him boy or kid or his name for god's sake. I once saw sprog pop up and was delighted cuz at least it's actually british slang.

and don't get me started on Hadrian(us) James Orion Potter-Black (which is just... why the fuck would James give his son the name of his best mate's horrible father AND the last name of his horrible family?? and why would Lily agree to that?) who's simultaneously Lord Potter, Black, Peverell and Slytherin (and, sure, I have a visceral reaction to aristocracy wank in general but even ignoring that - the last 3 literally make no sense since "Lord Black" is Sirius until his death; and both Peverell and Slytherin lines bled into other families ages ago. so being a Potter automatically means you're descended from Peverells as well as being a Gaunt - from Slytherin. and the last of those is Tom Riddle Jr. but that wouldn't make any Potters "Lord Peverell"s or any Gaunts/Riddle "Lord Slytherin"s. those last names are dead. smh).

but, uh, this tangent technically has nothing to do with my initial complaints, it's just that at some point I started thinking of this naming stuff in tandem with nonsensical nicknames as they began appearing in fics together. which is a double homicide, truly.

and look, I definitely understand the desire to make Harry's original name something else cuz it fits nicely with POC Potters headcanon and Dursleys being racist dicks about it, but... Hadrian? I mean, it's not really a big deal when the fic mentions it being his full name but both narration and characters still refer to him as Harry for short - that makes total sense. however when after the name reveal Hadrian replaces Harry completely, it feels super weird and uncanny, making it hard to identify Harry's character in the story altogether.

although I guess you should all knock me off my high horse for being the biggest hypocrite ever, cuz I myself have a headcanon for Harry's name, even if it's less elaborate than Hadrian. also less Roman? that's another thing I don't get - if you want to create a better connection between Harry and his roots, why choose a name of a Roman emperor for a desi kid? since he's usually explicitly desi in all the Hadrian fics. so it's not that I have a problem with renaming him, per se, I just don't understand the choice of Hadrian.

for example, I recently read a fic where he was Pakistani and his name was originally Hami, which is a very nice idea, actually, and makes total sense for such headcanon. mine is Hari btw (हरि in Sanskrit), since I headcanon Potters as Indian, but I didn't come up with that name myself - just saw it somewhere a couple years ago and fell in love. I think it's actually a pretty popular hc now? anyway, it's closer to Harry than any other name I've seen and has so many beautiful meanings that resonate with what I think James and Lily felt towards their son. so yeah, I'm one to talk, boo me.

now, I probably should shut up since this rant has been entirely too negative already, but while I'm on the topic of icky names/nicknames I should circle back to wolfstar cuz gods know I'll never be brave enough to talk about this particular pet peeve in its own post.

Siri, Remu and Remy make my blood boil. Siri could be kinda cute when it's a silly childhood nickname from Regulus, but if any marauder or Lily calls Sirius that - immediate death. Si and Re are a teensy bit better in moderation and if used ironically, but still stab me in the chest. a couple times for good measure. the only somewhat acceptable short form of any of their two names for me is Rem, albeit with a stretch and only because it's an actual version of the name Remus in Catalan and Russian. I know I'm being way too dramatic about this (just like with all of my previous points) but I just don't understand the need to shorten their names. at all. they're only 3 and 2 syllables long and so mystical on their own that any shortening just makes them simultaneously more nonsensical and less remarkable.

both characters literally have established quirky nicknames in canon that you can play with and even shorten to Pads and Moons if you want. Sirius is not a digital assistant and Remus is not the main character from Ratatouille. stop this madness.

plus James is right there. his name has a ridiculous amount of diminutives - Jamie, Jimmy, Jim, Jam, Jem, Jay and even Jimbo if you're into that. why strip Remus and Sirius' magical names of their charm if you can have fun with common names? but I digress.

at the end of the day, my pet peeves are mine only and I should live with them in fragile peace. this post is a personal rant first and foremost and if you disagree, I'm genuinely happy that you enjoy the things I can't. fandom is a playground and we can all find some fun in different corners. I'd also like to point out that I'm not trying to take a jab at fic writers who use any of the aforementioned terms, names or diminutives. I'm only one person, so if I stop reading your work because of my petty biases, it's only my loss and not your problem. hundreds of other fans will enjoy it instead. so keep doing what you love and writing those characters however you want, it's your right!

so yeah, writers and readers - don't take it personally and have your fun! don't listen to me being mean! I'm just making my fandom experience way too convoluted for my own good.

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Meet Me in the Air // Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

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Synopsis: Eddie doesn’t talk about his mom very often and when a certain pop song comes on the radio you find out why Eddie hates pop music.

WC: 1.7k

Category: Hurt/Comfort/Fluff.

Content: Mention of parental death in childhood (Eddie’s mom), Eddie cries, reader has a crush on Eddie, mention of Eddie using the nickname “princess” for reader as a joke (this is still GN!Reader though!), Eddie calls reader “sweetheart”, allusions to Eddie having a shitty father (nothing specific mentioned though), brief mention of bullying (kinda—towards reader), mentions of getting high.

A/N: This is basically just reverse Peter Quill, lol. Also, title is a lyric from Sister Golden Hair by America.

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The early morning fog spreads through Forest Hills trailer park as you turn onto the crumbly narrow road. Dew dots the patchy lawns of each trailer home and you shiver suddenly, the cool fall air seeping into your car.

The heater was busted when you bought the thing, so there wasn’t much you could do to keep warm except to wrap yourself in a jacket—which you had conveniently forgotten at home this morning. Eddie would always let you borrow his leather one anyway; always a gentleman.

Parking in front of his trailer, you close your eyes and lean your head back against the headrest, waiting for him as the radio plays softly in your quiet vehicle.

Just as you begin to relax into the seat, the sound of the trailer door thwacking shut makes you jump as Eddie hops down the steps and bounds toward your vehicle; clearly in a good mood this morning.

“Mornin’, driver,” Eddie greets as he opens the passenger side door and plunks himself down into the grey seat.

You and Eddie just recently started taking turns driving each other to school every morning. It was only fair; he’d been lugging you around in his van for years before now, so now that you finally had your own vehicle (almost as shitty as his beat up van—almost), it was time for you to return the favour. Only on Wednesdays and Fridays, however, as Eddie liked having his choice in music.

“You seem in good spirits this morning…Are you feeling okay?” You jest, starting the car again and pulling back onto the narrow path out of the trailer park.

“Always in good spirits when I’m with you, sweetheart,” Eddie replies in a sickly sweet tone as he pokes your arm.

“You’re so annoying,” You say, although you feel your face warm in the chill of the vehicle.

“And you should really have a jacket; it’s fucking freezing. You’ll take mine when we get to school,” Eddie decides, seemingly unbothered by your halfhearted quip.

Eddie’s always been like that with you; protective. He once almost punched a kid for calling you “freak 2.0” (despite the fact that “freak 2.0” is not a very creative insult, Eddie still got red in the face) before you stopped him.

“But then you won’t have a jacket,” You note thoughtfully, turning out of the trailer park.

“Yeah. But you will.”

Affection blooms in your chest as you chance a sideways glance at him to see he’s already looking at you, pretty eyes shining with mirth.

You look back at the road quickly. Sometimes it felt like Eddie said things like that on purpose because he knew how you’d react; that you’d become flustered.

After that, you chat quietly about your plans for the weekend and you hope he’ll ask you to stay over tonight to spend the weekend with him. Every time you get high together, you come so close to revealing your feelings for him and you just might let it slip this time.

The radio volume has been pretty low since Eddie entered the vehicle as you know he hates pop music. One time when you were hanging out with him and the rest of the guys from Hellfire, Gareth turned the radio on when Tears for Fears happened to be playing and Eddie shut it off just as quickly.

But he’s never displayed such a short temper with you. Maybe he’d complain a little bit when you cranked Duran Duran, but that was it. Sometimes you thought he might be sweet on you too.

When the opening notes to America’s “Sister Golden Hair” begins to purr softly through the radio—a song you love, but hadn’t heard in years—you turn the volume dial to the right and begin bopping your head to the playful guitar.

Eddie reaches for your radio with his ringed hand, but before he could switch the station, you playfully slap his hand away.

“My radio, my rules, remember?”

Eddie falls silent, your conversation about the weekend trailing off as his hands fall to his jean-clad knees, rubbing the fabric there. You’re surprised he doesn’t say something like, “Someone’s feisty,” or “Okay, princess,”. He used that nickname in excess to poke fun at your sometimes bossy nature. But—nothing.

Dan Peek’s voice fills the vehicle and you sing along with him, Eddie remaining oddly silent beside you. Usually he’d at least make a quip about your singing or laugh at how enthusiastically you sung along, but when you glance at him briefly, you’re met with the back of his curly head as he stares out the window.

And I just can’t live without you, can’t you see it in my eyes?

Eddie sniffles beside you. Something’s up.

I been one poor correspondent, and I been too, too hard to find.

“Eddie?” You prompt, glancing at his mop of curls again.

But it doesn’t mean you ain’t been on my mind.

Another sniffle.

“Are you-”

“No,” He responds unconvincingly.

Is he crying? Oh my god, Eddie is crying.

You’ve only seen Eddie cry a handful of times before; the time you got high together for the first time and he told you about his shitty father and the time he opened up to you about his mothers death.

Eddie’s always been an open person; never shying away from discussing his feelings. He could be vulnerable with lots of things, but you knew there were some things he didn’t like talking about.

You pull over to the side of the road and put your car in park, taking your seatbelt off and twisting so you’re facing him. Well, the back of him anyway.

“Eddie, will you please look at me?” You question softly, reaching out to touch his shoulder gently. He flinches slightly at the contact, but slowly turns around to face you.

The tip of his nose is red (could that just be from the chill outside?) and his eyes are shining with fresh tears, silently slipping down his face. Those are definitely not induced by the cold weather.

You hate seeing people cry, it tugs at your heart and makes you ache to make everything alright again. And when it came to Eddie, that feeling increased tenfold.

A pit of anxiety grows steadily in your belly as Eddie sniffles once more and silent tears continue to slide down his face.

Unable to take it anymore, you suddenly reach over the centre console and pull him into a hug as close as you could get him. Eddie buries his face in your chest as you stroke his hair tenderly.

He cries quietly into your chest, staining your thin grey shirt with tears, and after a moment you speak, “I’m sorry…Did I-Did I upset you?”

Eddie pulls away and scrubs a hand down his face, wiping away his tears.

“No, no, not your fault. It’s just-,” He begins. “Um.”

Eddie furrows his brows, trying to think of how to explain this to you. He’s fiddling with the single ring on his right hand, twisting it around and around and around.

Patiently waiting for him to continue, you reach out for his hand and take it in your own, stroking the soft skin there. He looks up at you then, his pretty brown eyes harbouring an unreadable expression.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want,” You whisper, your breath visible in the air between you, afraid to burst the quiet bubble that had formed around the two of you.

A beat passes. And then,

“My mom loved this song,” Eddie whispers back, voice shaking.

Realization rushes over you and suddenly you feel horrible for slapping his hand away from the radio earlier.

“Oh, Eddie. I’m so sorry, I should have let you change the station, I-” You squeeze his hand in yours.

But Eddie cuts you off before you can continue, “You couldn’t have known…And anyway, it’s actually kinda nice hearing it again. She, uh, she used to play it on her guitar a lot. She was actually a really great singer,” He smiles a sad, soft smile at the memory.

“Just like you…I’m sure you’re just like her in a lot of ways,” You guess. Because he had to have gotten his kind heart from somewhere. And it definitely wasn’t from his father.

A quick breath escapes his nose at that and he squeezes your hand back.

You knew how his mom passed and when. He was only 11. You knew he loved her, but he rarely brought her up. But now you understood why he hates pop music; it reminds him of her and maybe he doesn’t want to think about her every time he turns the radio on. Losing a parent at that age can’t be easy; he was just a little kid.

“I miss her,” Eddie admits as fresh tears spring to his eyes. “I know I don’t talk about her much, but she was-she was a great mom.”

Your heart aches for him.

“Oh, Eds. C’mere,” You instruct, pulling him to you by the hand you were still holding and engulf him in a tight hug once again.

“It’s okay to miss her, you know? She’s your mom. She’s a part of you…And you can always tell me about her cause I wanna know what other beautiful traits you picked up from her,” You speak into his hair.

“Thank you,” Eddie murmurs into your neck, his wet lashes brushing against your skin as he closes his eyes.

You stay like that for a few minutes before he pulls away and swipes the remaining tears from his face.

“Shit,” Eddie breathes, rubbing the snot under his nose away with the back of his palm and looking down at his watch.

“We gotta get to school or you’re gonna be late,” He realizes, knowing that you hate being late anywhere, but not caring about his own tardiness or the fact that he kinda just broke down in your arms.

Your heart aches again. But this time it’s due to his thoughtfulness.

You think for a moment, and then, “Why don’t we skip today?”

“Really? You wanna skip?”

“Mm-hm,” You hum.

A devilish smiles spreads across his face, Eddie returning to his usual self.

“I must be corrupting you,” He jests as you roll your eyes and put the vehicle back in drive.

“You wish.”

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We Were Human

Pairing(s): Ascended!AstarionxReader

Part 4:

Synopsis: Astarion died as soon as he became something the world has never seen before. No one noticed the damage before it was too late and the Astarion everyone loved was lost to the new one. No one could notice when the turn was slow and silent. He slowly lost the playful glint in his eyes. Lost the love he gaze upon me with. Lost everything that made him the man I loved. Oh, how I would give anything to get him back. I would gladly give up my damned soul for him.

Aka you are transported back to the past in order to prevent ascended Astarion from losing himself the only problem? You don’t have a lot of time.

Warnings: Gore, blood, cruelty, cursing, death/murder, mentions of using oneself unwillingly, abuse. Its ascended Astarion, prepare for the worst.

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Note(s): For the sake of the plot- Astarion will not automatically be damned from the start. In this world, Astarion becomes lost to the ascension overtime until he becomes the ascended vampire we know him to be in the game. Another note that should be highlighted is that this story will be told from the first person perspective since it benefits the story more than any other perspective.

You will also notice various things being different from the game. For example, Karlach will be able to stay in the ‘human’ world and she fixed her heart. (I love my girl, I’m not sending her back), Szaars palace has a different layout cause the one in the game was stupid. There will be more that you will notice in the future so beware.

Thank You.

Sorry this part is so short compared to the previous ones. I had to cut it off at that point or else this part would've been crazy long.

It wasn’t long until Astarions breathing returned to normal but even then he was unresponsive. The two of us laid there in complete silence, the echoes of life sounding outside of the tent. My hand wadded through his silver locks, gently tugging out knots that appeared in his nightmarish sleep. He clung to me like a lifeline, his fingers clenching the fabric of my shirt, his nose pressed into the pulse point of my neck. We were lifeless in that moment, neither of us moving or talking, simply laying like entwined corpses. Perhaps we already were corpses when we both changed, my heart stopped as soon as I turned into a spawn and his has been gone for centuries. I didn’t know how long had passed since Astarion had woken up as him but it seemed like enough time to finally break the silence.

“How long has this been happening, Astari?”

The nickname fell from my lips without a second thought. I had rarely ever called him that, not since he ascended for the first time in my other life. If I closed my eyes and thought hard enough, I could still remember the way Astarions body paused above mine, his assault on my lips ceasing. At first, I had thought I made a mistake and it wasn’t until he asked me to repeat it to him over and over. Each time the name fell from my lips, a kiss was pressed against them.

He was silent for a while and I had begun to think he wasn’t going to answer until his shoulders rose as he inhaled. A very human thing he did when there was no need. I could not judge though, I still did it even though I was already dead. My body couldn’t get rid of that habit and it seems neither could he.

“Ever since I ascended.”

The hand that was running through his hair halted, a pain of worry bolting through me. “What?” I asked breathlessly. The hand that wasn’t running through his hair, cupped the side of his; guiding him to look at me. My lips pinched into a fine line as I gazed at the man I loved with my entire being. His ruby eyes were shrouded in grief and a pain I’ve never known before. His eyes which were once filled with light were now weighed heavy with hidden grief. His carefully articulated mask of contemptment had fallen and I was finally seeing the true extent of his torment. His shoulders were hunched, as though he was trying to close in on himself.

“Why haven’t you told me this?”

Inhaling sharply, my mouth opened to ask another question at his silence but was halted as Astarion suddenly pulled away from my embrace and began pulling on his boots. Lines of confusion appeared between my brows, “Where are you going? We need to talk about this.”

“We do not need to talk about anything.” Astarion responded through a clenched jaw. He stood and on instinct, I grabbed onto the hem of his tunic,

“Wait-”

“Let go of me.” He said sharply, “I do not need or want to talk about it. You have been told everything you need to know.”

He didn’t wait for my reply before he exited the tent, leaving me alone. My lips quivered, the familiar burning sensation of frustrated tears brimming my eyes.

“Gods dammit.” My voice sounded into the air. I was all too familiar with this scene, he did it when he was a spawn. He closed himself off, a defense mechanism he could never part with. It wasn’t him pulling away from me that made the cold grip of anxiety take hold, it was his voice. At that moment, it was not Astarions but his voice commanding me once more. Demanding that I obey, that I bend at his will no matter what.

I inhaled deeply, settling back into the makeshift bed Astarion had set out. My mind wandered into the deep and darkest recess of my mind. Digging up a past or rather my future if I didn’t change it, searching for anything that could help me- that could guide me. Flashes of pain that stretched from physical to mental flashed across my mind and it was all for naught. I stared at the place that was once filled with Astarions presence, wondering what I should do next. Of course I wanted to wallow in fear and hide from my other part of my damned soul but what could that do? I would just let him become a victim to become someone that isn’t him.

Do you even know who he is? Who he truly is?

I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the thought away as I turned to face the opposite direction of where Astarion was laying. Regardless of all the ‘what if’s’ and ‘whys’ that ran rampant in my mind, I forced myself to lay still and keep my eyes shut until the comforting silence of sleep took over.

There was a buzz in the air and it wasn’t just from the bugs calling to each other with the sun beating down on them. The trek to the goblin camps was silent. Astarion didn’t return to the tent last night and I didn’t have the courage to start an argument right when I needed to focus on fighting goblins. Goblins wouldn’t be a problem if it weren’t for the sheer number they gather in. While they were gathered by several higher ups that actually knew how to strategies, they were harmless without someone to lead them.

“Do you always walk so loud, my dear?”

I blinked, casting Astarion a sideways glance, “Do you always have the need to storm off when we should communicate?”

Astarions lips quirked into a small frown, “I didn’t see the need to discuss anything.”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes as I walked through the dense forest- suddenly self conscious about the way I walk. It was no surprise Astarion thought I was heavy footed since he was a rouge that lived most of his life slinking in the shadows. Being a sorceress did not require being silent and hiding in the shadows, not when I could easily cast spells that could injure people efficiently. There was a time when Karlach, Lae’zel, and Shadowheart tried teaching me something else other than spells. They claimed that relying on the weave was too risky since I was constantly fighting. They tried their best but the most I could grasp was how to wield a dagger. While Lae’zel grumbled about ‘sorcerers being unreliable in combat’ under her breath, Karlach and Shadowheart deemed it enough. Shadowheart said I would be alright as long as I knew how to stab someone with something sharp.

Even though his talents were needed more than anything- anyone could swing a blade and hurt someone regardless if it was on purpose or not- no one could grasp how he walked so silently through any terrain. Even now, with all the fallen leaves, bramble, and branches littering our path, I couldn’t hear a single step. Where I had to concentrate to walk softly (which was useless since I would end up making noise anyway) he did it with ease.

Astarion stopped for a moment and I froze, looking around to see if there was anything nearby that would have made him stop. He angled his head, tilting it as if he was trying to listen better. Wordlessly, he turned on his heel and started walking in another direction. I moved to follow him but he looked at me over his shoulder,

“I think it’s best if we separate.”

I gave him a wary look, hands coming to rest on my hips, “What? Why?”

“Do I really have to explain everything to you?” He replied through a clench jaw, his gaze hard as he looked at me.

My jaw fell slack, looking at Astarion as if he wasn’t real and standing before me.

“Are you serious right now? I have no idea why you are so angry at me when all I wanted to do was help.” I replied roughly, face pinched into annoyance. I knew I shouldn’t be pushing his buttons, not when he was still the same person that tortured me time and time again. He wasn’t the Ascended Vampire I was familiar with but he would turn into him if I didn’t help him properly. I could either be pushing him towards losing himself or pulling him away and I had no idea if arguing with him was helping.

“You dare speak to me like that? Like you are not beneath me.”

My whole body tensed. I knew that voice, it haunted my dreams and lurked in my memories. Astarion- no, he stalked towards me. His body was full of grace but I knew every bone in his body craved for violence, to breath in the taste of pain that would soon coat the air. I stumbled back, feets getting caught in the uneven floor of the forest. My back thudded against a tree and I watched with fear blown eyes as he came closer until we were chest to chest. His eyes met mine and I forced them to look away, to peer straight at his chest. There was no rise and fall of his chest, there was no warmth to his skin, Astarion was him and I had no idea how to handle it.

I flinched slightly as his hand ran through my hair ever so gently. My jaw clenched tightly, I was surprised my teeth didn’t shatter. My eyes snapped shut as his face got closer, his lips whispering against the skin of my cheekbone.

“Oh Darling,” He said lowly, his voice a rumble in his chest. “Look at me.” Suddenly, his hand yanked my head back harshly by the hair at the nape of my neck. I yelped, pain bursting through my skull. Instinctively, I grabbed hold of his wrist, looking at him with fear driven eyes. He tutted his lips, a mocking pout playing on his lips, “What ever should I do with you” he questioned himself, his words whispered against my skin.

“Should I leave you here on the brink of death, leave you just alive enough to remain conscious to feel your body piercing itself together? Or should I take away the privilege of allowing you to withstand the sun? Maybe then you will learn to appreciate the kindness I have shown you.”

His threats left their icy marks in my heart. Fear invaded my senses, my breathing harsh and rapid which was ridiculous. My lungs did not need air but the notion still forced me to spiral.

“Please, Astarion.” I stuttered meekly, the grip I had on him tight but it didn’t do anything to deter him. It probably felt like nothing on him. He raised a white brow towards me, his head angling to the side. Without a word, he yanked my head back further, forcing me to crane my neck at a painful angle.

“You are talking to a vampire ascendant. I am a God and you,” He bit out, “Are nothing.” His face was passive, no lines of emotions on his beautiful features. Sunlight shined down on him, his lashes almost a blinding white. How could something be so beautiful and cruel at the same time. How could my dead heart only feel alive when it was around him.

“I-I’m sorry, Lord Astarion.”

It was easy to revert back into the mold I was taught how to fit into. It was easy to obey and beg for forgiveness. I felt many emotions at that moment but I mostly felt annoyed at how right he was. He was something while he was my everything. Only through him I was safe from the sun, safe from the bloodlust, but I wasn’t safe at the same time. I wasn’t safe from my very own savior.

I was so frustrated that tears bubbled my eyes, blurring my vision. I felt my throat tighten, the familiar pain of sobs wanting to erupt coming unwelcome. I didn’t want to cry, it was the last thing I wanted to do but the sense of helplessness was too overbearing. I had forgotten what it felt like to be in love with a monster. To him I was nothing, but he was my everything. All I was his spawn, a thing that is used to please him and nothing more. I had forgotten what it felt like to be looked at not as a person but an object.

Abruptly, he pulled away like my skin burned him. He flung himself away so hard that he collided into a tree across from me. I stood there frozen, watching as my lungs heaved in relief. I blinked back the unfallen tears, running my hands through my own hair as though to take away the taint of his harshness off my being.

Astarion was leaning on the trunk, his hand gripping his chest like he meant to tear out his own heart. I gulped, swallowing my own shame and taking a step forward. It did not matter how scared I was. This was not normal and I had to figure out why. At the sound of my step Astarion flinched, his downcasted gaze meeting mine. I inhaled a sharp breath at the sight of the man who threatened to leave me to die here only seconds before look at me with such fear. Astarion stumbled away, his skin clammy with sweat and glinting in the rays of sun.

“Stay away.”

His voice was so soft that it strained my eyes to hear him. My eyes narrowed in confusion. He suddenly looked like an animal that was cornered. He coward away from me, every small step I towards home resulted in him shuffling away as if moving away pained him.

“Astarion,” I said as gently as I could even with anxiety choking me. “What’s wrong? What’s happening?”

Astarion doubled forward like an imaginary force hit him from behind. He gritted his teeth, his own fangs piercing into the sensitive flesh of his bottom lip. Droplets of blood bubbling from the small wounds. Sweat dripped down his brow, into his eye causing him to blink harshly. He glanced at me with pain narrowed brows, mumbling, “I’m sorry” before he abruptly stumbled away disappearing into the dense forest.

I stood in shock for longer than I would have liked. My mind paralyzed with shock as it witnessed something it’s never seen before. This had never happened before, the way he was present one moment before disappearing another. I quickly gathered my thoughts, running through the memories of my ‘past’ life to account how Astarion was after he returned from this expedition by himself. He returned with nothing other than himselfs even though he left with a vast amount of supplies just in case. He only had one thing with him and it was himself covered with blood that wasn’t his. It was only then that the first instance of what people knew as Astarion began to diminish. He smiled less, got irritated more often, the lines of emotion on his face began to fade. He loved me less and wanted me more. He was shorter with me, not wanting to explain his decisions to me no matter how much I pleaded. He wasn’t him yet but he was starting to become him.

This could only mean one thing, something happened during his time handling the goblin camp that no one was able to witness or stop him from doing. And going off with what just happened, it hasn’t happened yet- if going off I was going off the previous interactions we’ve had.

I swallowed the lump of nerves building in my throat down, determination filling my veins. I had to find Astarion before whatever happened in the past happens in the present. Even if it kills me. The only problem is, tracking him would almost be impossible since he was always soft footed and careful of his tracks. I only had one thing to go off of and that was the direction he ran in- to a place I knew would be there. A Goblin Camp.

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call-me-copycat · 11 months

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Welcome! こんにちは! ⛩️

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rw47vr-key · 1 year

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You'll be alright

◆ Characters : Jake x Fem! MC + another character ◆ Summary: a very short imagination snippet,kinda related to episode 10 ◆ Warning: hurt, language etc(Im so sorry, someone's lazy to proof read) (A/N at the end)

"What?do you have a death wish?? Please trust me. Go back to your home!I'm going inside the mine and that's settled. Hurry up!.

"...Remember , I'm doing this only for you and Hannah's safety! ", a tired voice yelled at the other side of the call and hang up without even waiting for a reply.

"Wait! It's not only about the TWO of us!! Dammit Jake! ", MC cursed, almost throwing her phone out of anger and frustration. Anger and frustration that was born in her heart, that was broken and broken repeatedly because of the different harsh realities this guy has put her to struggle in.Despite being aware of it, she kept failing in controlling her heart from loving him.

" Should I even trust him in this? " "One Or other way I am always tangled up with him in my life,does he even know who I really am? Or is he pretending not to know? ", so many thoughts and imaginations flooded her head, she sighed , burying her face in her hands.

She looked at her watch hopelessly,there was only 30 min until jake would reach the mine. She calmed herself down and started her car towards the duskwood forest.

After travelling for what felt like hours, she hopped out of the car and opened the back door.It was so dark around her and she tried her best to not make any evident sound.

"I warned you not to come here", Jake murmered coldly right behind her ear. Surprised by the sudden voice, she screamed a bit louder , for which he hushed and placed his hands on her mouth, assuring her that it was only him, the hacker.

She huffed in relief ,tears ready to fall but then she could see his eyes widen in surprise, as if he saw a familiar figure before him. He blinked a few times,wondering if it was a hallucination.Though it was dark, the warmth and presence was so familiar that he can't understand whether it was real. "No it is her, definitely her, the MC I loved 4 years ago", he thought , slowly taking off his hands from her. She could see him trembling in realisation and he called out her in nickname that he used to call, and she nodded wiping her tears. "Too late in finding out me, Jake.You know, I was very upset that you didn't realise it was my new number, my voice,even though I recognised you right away! And hah! you call yourself a hacker".

He interrupted in a rather pleading voice"No ,no..its not what you think. I only looked for the name of the phone number that hannah sent.I didn't go through much of your personal data. I just ...thought the name was a coincidence.I..."

" you left me alone without a proper goodbye like in those damn old movies", she screamed, which woke up the sleeping baby in the back seat of the car. The baby started crying immediately, she picked him/her up, weeping along with him/her.

Jake gave her a doubtful gaze ,and then looked at the tiny being whose fluffy hair and little nose resembled him ,he realised what the beautiful truth and the life ahead of him he missed and how much of a jerk boyfriend he was to her."I...didn't know. I am..I am sorry. In the end,I was the same as my...", he cried inaudibly and fell on his knees before her. She quickly rushed to hug him before he could say that word. "No! I know why you left. It's not entirely your fault. Please! , I didn't come here for that! Let's leave it to the police! I'm begging you! I am afraid you will leave me and our baby alone! I don't want that! ", all those lonely days' sorrow ached in her heart, she cried on his shoulders,as he pulled her closer and hummed , " I already saved her", and when she became silent after hearing that, he kissed her forehead and also the baby,and continued "And you saved me. I promise I won't leave you again. ", and with that said, he fainted leaning on her.

He was not injured outside anywhere, but the wounds deep inside him were only there, and she could feel it as she gazed at his strong yet fragile body. She whispered as if reciting a wishful prayer,"Don't worry, jake, I promise to take away all your pain".

"Officer! someone's here! Oh there are two, no three of them!Hey! Are you alright, miss? ", A paramedic hurried with a torch in his hand.

She carressed Jake's cheek not taking his eyes off him, and responded with a soft smile "yeah we will be alright. "

A/N: Hii lovelies 💙 yepp,It's been a longg time(also I wrote this on a whim haha).I apologize if there is any mistakes. I know this was unrealistic but if you've read this until the end, thank you😅😭❤Take care! ily!🌸💕

#duskwood #duskwood jake x player #duskwood jake #duskwood MC #I may delete it too jskhgsjjh #duskwood fandom #duskwood everbyte #duskwood fanfiction #iamjake #duskwood episode 10 #writings☆

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mayashesfly · 2 years

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If you think about it, the three Dreamers (as well as their Closest Persons) has their own theme going on. Lurien (and his Butler) with Devotion.

Herrah (and Hornet) with Choice.

And Monomon (and Quirrel) with Change.

With all of them (as well as the Hollow Knight) being burdened by Duty.

Lurien's is pretty self-explanatory in and of itself so I'll ramble about Herrah and Monomon for now. (sorry my short Watcher king. There's just not enough content on you for me to ramble about)

Also, this ramble of mine will definitely be a mess so... be warned.

The reason I think Herrah's theme here is with Choice is because she's the only one of the Dreamers who didn't exactly have a side if the Seals should be broken or kept and instead allowed the Knight to choose for themself. However, it's not that simple. Because unlike the two Dreamers who held onto their beliefs with conviction, Herrah seems to be just.... tired. Exhausted.

The reason why Herrah didn't choose a side is because she was just exhausted from everything, atleast from what we see with her dialogue during the first time the Dreamers appear before the Knight.

>"Let us sleep, little shadow. Return to your darkness. Allow us our peace"

(This is probably Herrah speaking or atleast the first line of it because she's not talking about the Seals, as well as the fact she calls the Knight "little shadow" which is also the same nickname Hornet uses, giving us a small nudge that these two are connected.)

The thing is, in this line Herrah isn't exactly giving us a choice per say. She just allows us to do what we please, not giving us an option we can possibly take. She just says "Allow us our peace" which is ambiguous by itself. So this brings me to my next point, Herrah's theme is Choice because she wasn't Given A Choice.

The reason why Herrah chose to Dream in the first place is because she didn't have a choice. She was in a tight position. Even if she refused the King's offer, her people would've succumbed to the Infection either way. So dreaming really was the only choice at the time to be able to stop the Infection and allow her people to continue striving. This is not to say she is a weak person, in fact she's the complete opposite of a weak person if she was given the title of Herrah the Beast.

Which brings us to Hornet. Herrah chose to dream for Hornet because she loves her. And so now, the choice to what happens to Hallownest lies with her. And in Silksong, possibly Pharloom as well. And she did make a choice of her own, unlike her mother that was forced to choosing one.

Monomon on the other hand is Change. This is even more apparent with Monomon's dreamnail dialogue as well as the fact that she's willing to risk the Infection leaking out without the protection of the Seals in order to bring change and a new age to Hallownest's corpse.

(Breaking the Seals and burdening the Knight with the responsibility of stopping the Infection by finding another way to do it is a risky move after all when none of them are even sure if the Knight can even achieve such a feat. It's not surprising why Lurien would be so against it if it's so risky. He was just being logical and cautious in his own way besides his Devotion to the Pale King. She even acknowledges this in her cut dreamnail dialogue)

Hell, in her cut dreamnail dialogue she even says that "To live forever in an unchanging world... Death, I would fear less"

Similarly to Hornet (especially after the Knight starts going for the Dream No More ending), Monomon wants Hallownest to rest in peace.

And she thinks breaking the Seals is the only way to do this by destroying the everlasting stasis. By allowing change to affect Hallownest's corpse once again.

Sometimes a small sacrifice must be made to give change and a new beginning. Despite how bittersweet it may be.

And now that brings us to Quirrel!! Not only has he changed ever since he took on Monomon's mask and travelled far beyond Hallownest, but after being unburdened of his duty upon release of Monomon's mask, he apparently disappears leaving his nail behind.

Even with the knowledge that Monomon and Quirrel's theme is change, it's still ambiguous whether or not that means he died or left. After all, Monomon (as well as the other Dreamers, and the Knight. And in the worse case scenario, those that remain in Hallownest) died in order for this change to happen

Quirrel's life isn't completely needed to bring change and a new beginning in Hallownest. So maybe, like Hornet who can and will make a choice of her own, Quirrel can have his own change and new beginning in life as well.

If you think about, in a weird sense I suppose the Dreamers' Closest Persons drive home of these themes even further. Whether for the better or for the worse. (Sorry Lurien's Butler, but you do technically do show the worse of the theme Devotion. It's sweet you still watch over Lurien but also unfortunate that it took your life in the process as well)

It also makes alot of sense as to why, out of all the Dreamers' Closest Persons, we only get to see Hornet and Quirrel in game in the Knight's adventure. Because the Knight's journey is about Choice and Change. Not Devotion.

It's why The Hollow Knight ending is the most disappointing ending of all because the Knight going with their existence's devotion to the Pale King isn't what their journey was about. It's not about embracing the very thing that caused their painful existence, it's about making a choice of your own (sometimes even literally) to bring a better change to the worse present.

The reason why Hornet and Quirrel is a big part of the Knight's journey is because they embody it.

Anyways, thanks for coming to my TedTalk.

#may asher rambles #hollow knight #the dreamers #herrah the beast #monomon the teacher #hornet #quirrel #analysis #?#lurien the watcher is not tagged for the sake of those who wished for more lurien content but was baited #as a fellow bg character fan I know the pain #so I shall not bait them #unsurprisingly my thoughts went to Quirrel yet again #I have so many thoughts on hk and on this but I shall keep them unsaid for now...#literally only 1% of my hk thoughts are actually posted #despite having /some/ meat on them atleast

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flutteringfable · 11 months

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horse girl (gender neutral) kaeya hcs bc i am also a horse girl (gender neutral)

oh yeah baybeeee time to be a horse nerd for the benefit of my fanfictionssss <3

kaeya isnt a huge favorite character of mine but as an equestrian myself i love thinking abt his own horse experiences lol. also soft-ish ragbros content because i desperately want them to be happy *shakes fist at hoyoverse*

warnings: mentions of character death, major spoilers for kaeya and diluc’s story (mostly what’s covered in the manga), and possible contradictions to the canon timeline? like idk if i got stuff right about the timeframe/age of kaeya being adopted, joining the knights, etc but hopefully it can be overlooked since it isn’t a major part of the hc list lmao

kaeya has loved horses his whole life

both his original father and diluc’s had horses, so he’s been around them a lot

when he was little, he spent all his time playing in the stables

by the time he was around 10-12, a little bit after he was taken in by the ragnvindrs, he could care for the horses by himself

crepus would ask him and diluc to help him name new foals

he started learning to ride almost immediately after getting better at caring for the horses

diluc and kaeya would follow crepus on horseback through the wilds of mondstadt sometimes when they accompanied him for errands

after crepus died, kaeya taught himself, and surprisingly became rather skilled

i like to think that there was a period where kaeya and diluc were close immediately following crepus’ death before they drifted apart

so, kaeya taught diluc a lot of what he knows now about horseback riding

when kaeya joined the knights of favonius cavalry, he felt right at home

he learned some vaulting and one-handed skills from training with the other knights

so now he’s REALLY good

he excitedly tells diluc everything he learns whenever he can

diluc listens, but this is during the period when they started to drift apart, so he feels the smallest twinge of jealousy

regardless, a small part of him is proud of kaeya, and he does his best to voice this since he doesn’t want to dampen his brother’s mood

nowadays, kaeya likes to go for quiet rides around windrise on his days off

(context + horse nerd rambling incoming!

for those of you who might not know, most horse’s “names” are nicknames! domestic horses have what i can only describe as “legal names” or as they’re more commonly known, “show names.” these names are typically structured similarly to actual names, with two words (“shooting star”), but some people will use phrases (“a walk with grace”) or titles of movies, songs, etc (“dark side of the moon” “candy crush”). i don’t wanna bore you with the details here, but if you’re interested just look up how horses’ show names are chosen! okay back to the kaeya horse girl hours)

kaeya bought his own horse about three years after he joined the cavalry

she’s a fresian (very pretty breed i love draft horses so so much mwah my big fluffy babies) named shining miracle

kaeya calls her miracle or mira for short

everyone in mondstadt knows mira

kaeya sometimes walks her through the city on patrols, and will almost always be stopped by people leaving gentle pats on mira’s neck and saying hello

during the windblume festival and weinlesefest, kaeya likes to braid cecilias and windwheel asters into her mane.

mira is gentle and soft tempered, so even in the most chaotic of festival settings she will stand quietly

during festivals she gets lots of extra treats, and bakers in mond have taken to making special horse-friendly treats especially for her

needless to say, she’s very well taken care of by both kaeya and the entirety of mondstadt

sometimes, when he’s stressed or otherwise upset, kaeya will take mira out to the shore and gallop her up and down the beach

(with breaks, of course. no matter how pent up he may be, kaeya would never push mira to exhaustion because of it)

okay if anyone has more questions about mira and kaeya i would be so so happy to answer them i’m kind of obsessed

hoyoverse give us horses to ride ingame challenge (IMPOSSIBLE) (look i know that would make it feel more like a zelda clone but come ONNNN i want a pretty horse)

#fable writes 💫#kaeya alberich #kaeya genshin impact #kaeya headcanons #kaeya genshin #genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr #diluc genshin impact #diluc genshin

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the-one-true-vexxter · 4 months

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Kuro 🖤🧒

Full Name: Kuro (they consider this a placeholder name until they find their purpose) Nicknames: The Patchwork Demon, Death's Child Universe: Dalin (about 60 years into the future) Species: Demon (in Dalin they're closer to demigods or nature spirits) - though they are a reincarnation of another character of mine, Yun Age: Child - newly spawned! Birthday: April 23rd Height: 4'11" Pronouns: They/Them (nonbinary) Orientation: Unknown Occupation: Child Demon (still figuring out their purpose!) Abilities: Still growing in power, but right now, invisibility and hovering in the air for a short while. If they're injured, they can heal quickly and with the right tools can sew themself back together, like a ragdoll. They're also a natural empath and can "see" emotions as they emanate from an individual even if they do not understand it. But their main ability is inducing visions using their own concentrated emotions - though these are often unintentionally dark and frightening in nature. Basic Personality: They are innocent and childlike, wanting to freely wander through life and learn as much as they can about the world with boundless curiosity. They've claimed what is essentially the Grim Reaper (friend's character) as their "father" and follow him around for his duties, which satisfies their connection to humans and other mortals and their innate desire to help others. Somehow they are both timid and brave, as while they can get overstimulated and overwhelmed by the world around them, they also aren't afraid of conventionally scary things for Dalinian demons, such as priests and angels, and will try to start conversations with them even though they only speak Ancient Demonic. However, this naivety combined with a child's impulsiveness is what, unfortunately, gets them into the most trouble. Likes: Butterflies, exploring, spending time with their father, helping people, the memories of mortals, soup, meeting new people, socks, priests, asking questions, the unknown, breaking things Dislikes: Spending too much time away from the Overworld, crowds of people, being cold, yelling, hunters, being told they can't do something, large animals, mediums and Seers

#dalinian #demon #oc tag #original character #oc intro #vexx's-ocs #oc:kuro #tw: body horror #at least i think it counts as body horror

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snazzyladreal · 9 months

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Alright, lore dump about Kirby OCs

Specifically about these two

Alright this is long, so get a snack

So hundreds and thousands years ago, there was an artist who was also a mage. She was a refugee from an unknown threat that destroyed her original planet. She ended up on a dying planet, with other refugees.

They made several art projects, most of which are lost to time, but the most remarkable creations are from the end of her life. Being crippled by a disease, their largest project came from her wondering what would happen if beings based off pure emotion existed.

This lead her to creating a rainbow of what she called ‘Spectors’, each based off a major emotion and the feelings associated with them. Using items such as clay, lava, plants, and a beautiful type of crystal in the mines that were all over the small planet.

Purple was made of crystal, representing trust and reliability. Made to look like a simple orb on two stick legs(cough, possibly a kiwi bird), it was given a small crown and nicknamed ‘Kudros’

Dark Blue was made of a clay that never fully hardened, representing knowledge and seriousness. A golem body that moved on strange squishy limbs, it was nicknamed ‘Sapio’

Light Blue was made out of a bundle of sticks and feathers, representing trustworthiness and imagination. With 4 wings and a protective colorful helmet, it was nicknamed ‘Imagal

Green was made out of rocks and moss, with a water wheel for a heart, representing nature, peace, and security. With thundering steps and long locks of flowers, it was nicknamed ‘Portasnorm’

Yellow was made of fresh flowers and hay, representing happiness and hope. With skipping steps and nearly dancing gait, it was nicknamed ‘Optimim’

Orange was made of metal rods and blocks of cement, representing optimism and confidence. With clunking steps and a somewhat graceful movement, it was nicknamed ‘Elan’

Red was made from clay and hot coals, representing courage and to a lesser degree, anger. The closest thing to a somewhat human form, it was nicknamed ‘Valout’

Pink was made from unknown materials, representing love and passion. With small feathered wings and standing on 4 arms, it was nicknamed ‘Cupio’

When she was done with all of the Spectors, she named them all and showed them the purpose of their nature, but this time was cut short. In an shift of the ground that took out all the other sources of life on the planet, the artist panicked and sent all of the spectors into different ships and launched them across the universe, hoping they would all make it.

Although she thought she would’ve died soon after, a month later the artist remained. In her loneliness and in her thoughts, she finally saw how making the spectors could go terribly wrong. So, although she was crippled and weak, she gathered as much of the planet’s crystal as she could, and started making a knight.

She had heard stories of heroes from the other side of the universe, fighting back to protect the weak from the horrors out there. She wanted a hero to keep her safe for her final days, so she carved, polished, and enchanted the crystal, creating a knight who was given life with the power of the stars themselves. Starite Knight.

The artist took the knight and showed them the planet, which was dry and brittle. She told stories of the flowers and forests and the life that populated the universe. She gave it targets to practice using its weapons, ready to protect all who need it. And on her last day, the artist showed the knight the power of love by letting it hold her as she cried.

After the artist’s death, Starite used their small staff to return flowers to the planet, using them to seal the house of the artist shut forever. And the it launched itself into space, carrying out the mission and wish of it’s creator.

Most of Starite’s journey is unknown, but their most notable event is gifting Ripple Star its crystal. After fending off an attack from Dark Matter sometime inbetween the sealing of the Aeon Knight and the many series of events focused around Planet Popstar, Starite banished Dark Matter from taking over the galaxy. After the fight, the fairies who had recently become the dominant species on the planet Ripple Star, celebrated the victory. During this time, Starite Knight gifted a crystal to the planet to help keep the galaxy safe, as well as help make a crown for the known infamous Fairy Queen Ripple.

Several years ago, Starite Knight was cracked in battle. They continued fighting until it won, but their injuries weren’t easy to fix. Using their staff, they disguised themselves as a star so they could rest and heal. They remained this way, until Cupio made itself known again.

#kirby ocs #oc lore #lore dump #my art

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His Weak Point

Summary: I got bored and thought about this scenario where Holly and Butler are trying to convince Artemis with something, but he wouldn’t budge, so Butler uses the secret weapon which is…. Sophias pout..

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For the weekend, Holly, Butler and their relatively new friend Sophia, are gathered in Artemis’ study to discuss this new “mission” that their genius friend dragged them into.

Apparently there have been some alarming actions that have taken place at some institution in America and Artemis is convinced that it could be a potential threat to the People. His plan was solid and backed with evidence. As always.

However, his friends are worried about a certain man named Louis Cain, one of the founders for said institution. Butler wants a more in-depth background check “I smell something fishy” he said. Artemis didn’t know what fish had to do with their situation, but looked passed it saying he did all the research possible and that Louis was just a clueless decoy. Unfortunately for Artemis, Holly and Sophia were on Butlers side, but he didn’t budge and stood his ground, confident in his work.

After all, Artemis Fowl the second rarely missed a piece of info in his researches no matter how small. Right?

“I trust him, but I’m still not convinced..” said Butler from his standing place by Artemis’ desk after he left the room “Holly, any ideas?”

“I’m with you, but I’m also empty handed” answered Holly crossing her arms while sitting on top of the backrest of an armchair…

“Artemis can see reason, but he’s also pretty stubborn” Sophias statement drew a chuckle out of Holly. Captain Short liked this new girl, but nothing really seemed to surprise her anymore since her adventures in space and fighting aliens. Holly envied her for it sometimes, but she’s also fresh out of death wishes after everything she went through in the past years.

“I have an idea!” Said the bodyguard suddenly “enlighten us” told him Holly. Butler didn’t elaborate any further, he just looked at Sophia who was sitting on the couch with a rare smirk on his face..

Holly was confused and so was Sophia, but not for long before shock and then disgust painted her face.

Sophia crossed her arms and looked away “no way in hell!” She exclaimed. “Come on Soph!” Said Butler, using the nickname he and their Time Lord friend adopted for her. Artemis thought it was ridiculous to shorten someones name like that (apart from what his mother calls him but he wouldn’t admit it).

“I said no! It weirds me out and makes me feel…thing” countered Sophia

“But you know it’s affective on him”

“What? What is it?!” Holly was growing curious and impatient really quickly..

Sophia closed her eyes and took a deep breath as if convincing her self “ok…here goes nothing..” Holly was still confused so she looked at her friend for and an explanation, but all Butler served her was a wink and a thumbs up. Well, if he says so.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting” Artemis spoke walking into the room with three files in his hands “worked on these last night for you to take a look at. I know digitally would have been better, but written is just a preference of mine” he told them handing the files “yeah we know” said Holly looking through hers.

Artemis went about their plan about stopping and possibly eliminating the American institution and by the end, and before he concluded their brief meeting “any questions?” He asked..

“Yeah I have one..” said Sophia raising her hand like she needs permission to speak, an adorable habit Artemis thought of it.

Holly was on the edge of her seat, or her seats backrest for that matter, what could Sophia possibly say or do?

“Why can’t we just investigate this Louis man more? You might never know, it could helpful..” she said Artemis crossed his arms “as I said, I already did my thorough research on everyone there and he’s useless to say the least” he answered.

Holly didn’t what was this “idea” that Butler implied until..

A frown appeared on Sophias face and she..pouted?!

Sophia was pouting at him and then looked away like a child that got denied opening their birthday presents before the cake.

Artemis uncrossed his arms, sighed a long one and a smile crept on his face “alright..” he said “..a take another look, but no promises” Sophia smiled at him.

Holly looked at Butler as she tried to holed her jaw together and saw him holding a laugh. Captain Short thought if she did what Sophia did right now at any given moment in her long life and Artemis’ humanly short one, he would probably comment about how childish she is acting.

At the end of it all and while Holly was ready to fly out of here back to her home underground, Butler whispered to her “he didn’t realise it yet”

#I couldn’t get this scenario out of my head for DAYS I tell you #had tp get it out of my head to make space for actually projects #artemis fowl #domovoi butler #holly short #fowldom #af doctor who au #af #artemis fowl oc #oc #fanfic #artemis fowl fanfic #oc x canon #fanfiction #writing #my writing

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