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oosleepyfaeoo · 1 month

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A Kiss Is All I Need

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Chapter Two

Summary: 2 months ago, Alys, the love of his life, broke up with him. Their relationship of five years gone by a simple farewell note that she left on their, well now his, penthouse. 2 months crying and feeling like shit but that all stopped when he meet you on that dreadful clothing store.

Warnings: Nothing much yet, just little fluff.

Words: 1,167

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Aemond took a deep breath as he stood in front of your bakery. ‘The Faun Cottage’ was the name of your store. The display window was decorated with beautiful green leaves and antique books which served to hold cakes and baskets of bread.

He was dressed in a light white shirt with a leather jacket, black jeans, and super comfortable Doctor Martens, which he wears almost every day. His long hair was tied in a low ponytail.

Looking down at the watch on his wrists, he saw it was 2 pm already. “Here goes nothing,” he murmurs as he walks into the bakery. “You better be right, Aegon.”

The scent of fresh bread and coffee along with a sweet herbal smell hit his nose like a train. Inside the shop, it was warm and cozy. Green vines are climbing the walls into the ceiling and some ancient runes are painted on the stone walls which looks like a mix of cottage core with Celtic/Viking vibe. A faint medieval music played in the background. It looks like something from an ancient era.

There are some people seated eating their food, others reading or working while drinking their tea or coffee.

“Mommy! Mommy! My Prince is here!” Emily’s voice echoed through the shop, grabbing his attention. This time she was dressed in a simple brown dress with some hand-painted runes on it. Her black hair was braided, and two small antlers rested on her head.

Aemond smiles down at her and kneels to shake her tiny hand. “Hello, Emily.” He greets her gently. “And what do you suppose to be today?”

She gives him a little twirl and grins. “I’m a druid! I talk to animals and cure people's booboos with my magic!” The girl grabs his hand and pulls him towards the door behind the counter, saying a quick hello to the guy who was attending to a client.

Aemond chuckles and lets the girl guide him. “Hmm, I see.”

Emily opens the door and leads him inside. It was an office by the looks and by the desk full of papers and a laptop, stood a very stressed woman.

“Mommy! Look who’s here!” Emily chirps happily.

You looked up from your papers and gave him a tired smile. “Aemond... I’m happy to see you. Please take a seat.” You try to make your office table more presentable, putting all the paperwork in cases. “Sorry for the mess. It’s been a busy day. Maria needed the day off so I took over her work and... it didn’t go well.”

Aemond sat on the wooden chair in front of you while Emily went to the corner to play with her plush animals. “It’s no problem... Here’s my papers, all the training I did.” He gives you the case. “By the way, you have a lovely bakery. Very creative.”

The grin you gave him made Aemond’s heart almost burst out of his chest. Your eyes brightened at his compliment and how the dimples on your cheeks made you look so cute and innocent.

“Thank you! It was a lot of work to make it the way I imagined but it was worth it.” You say taking a seat on your chair. “So, shall we start with the interview?”

Aemond nods.

“Okay! So, your brother said you had experience with children. Your nephews, right?” Aemond nods again.

“Yes, my sister's children. Twins, a girl, Jaehaera, and a boy, Jaehaerys, of 8 years old, and toddler of 2 years old, Maelor.” Aemond smiled gently at the thought of his nephews.

You took notice of his gentleness as he talked about his nephews, which made you feel more relaxed with the idea of him taking care of Emily.

“They all have beautiful names.” You speak. “I’m not going to lie but it seems you are perfect for Emily. You have basic first aid training and CPR certifications.” You look down and read his papers. “Also, it seems Emily is already attached to you.”

You nod towards your daughter, who has her gaze fixed on Aemond while she plays. Aemond grinned at her which made the girl giggle and run towards him, showing him her favorite plush animal.

You pull up the documents for him to sign and put them in front of him. “It seems you got the job! You can read the agreement and then sign down here.” You smile. “I drive her to her school every morning. So, 3 pm you can go pick her up and she is all yours until 7 pm when I get home.”

Aemond nods and signs the paper. Opening the drawer beside you, you take a small notebook along with a key.

“Here.” You give him the book and key. “In here you will find all her allergies, her school, and our apartment address. That’s the key to our home.”

Aemond takes the book and the key from you, his pale fingers brushing gently against yours. “Thank you, Y/n.”

The way your name rolled through his tongue made your loins curl in a familiar feeling. You cough and look down to your laptop, a faint blush adorns your cheeks. Get a grip, Y/n!

There’s a small pregnant silence between you too. Aemond admires the way your face flushes so easily. Even tired, you look beautiful.

“Huh... Well! Ready for your first day?” You stand up and smile, trying to end the awkward silence.

Aemond also stood up, looking down at a very excited Emily. “Ready as I can be.” He gently grabs the girl's hand while putting her backpack on his shoulder and walks out of the office with you following close behind.

You kneel and give a big kiss on your daughter's cheek, making her giggle excitedly. “Have fun and behave.”

“Yes, mommy.” She grins and kisses your nose.

As you stand up, Aemond quickly pulls his wallet out and takes his business card. “I completely forgot to you give my card.” He says with an apologetic gaze. “My phone number is there in case you need something.”

You nod and take his business card. Emily pulls Aemond’s hand and jumps up and down. “Can I have an ice cream on our way home? Pretty please?”

Aemond looks in panic at you to which you laugh. “Yes, but only this time. Alright?”

“Yippe!” Your daughter squeals happily and pulls Aemond’s hand again. “C’mon! C’mon! Let’s go!” Aemond chuckles and lets the girl guide him while waving a small goodbye at you.

You waved back and watched them turn around the block, disappearing out of sight. You feel tears stinging in the corner of your eyes, the feeling of your daughter's absence drives you to panic.

“Deep breath, Y/n.” You whisper to yourself. “She’s going to be okay.”

Taking a deep breath, you look down at the business card in your hand. Your eyes widen as you see a familiar red logo. A three-headed dragon.

“Wait! He’s THE Aemond Targaryen??!!”

I hope you guys like this chapter!! Feel free to like, comment or reblog!

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shadowdaddies · 5 days

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Hello girly, there is so little fics about Tarquin, so can I please request a Tarquin x mate!reader. Where she is a quiet and kind female, it would be cool if she was a "lesser fae" (like she has a tail or horns). She loves him and doesnt really want a role in court, she just wants to be there for him. Maybe the high lords dont know much about her, and there is a High Lords meeting and she randomly appears (maybe pregnant) and just some fluff, and Mor, Feyra and Viv being happy because there is another female to be frainds with

ahh I love this, there's definitely not enough fics for Prythian's Most Eligible Bachelor™. Thank you for the request!

Less is More

Tarquin x Reader

warnings: this does get a little steamy at the end

Taking practiced, steady breaths, you forced your pounding heart to slow and plastered on a confident smirk as you took long strides through the open doors.

Your hand was slick with sweat against Tarquin’s, your mate giving a reassuring squeeze while he guided you to walk slightly in front of him. Were you a weaker faun, you would have been smothered by the table’s gazes burning into you, but you were not weaker. You were a “lesser faerie” - or so that was your title given from the old High Fae - but you were High Lady of the Summer Court, and remembering that put the strength in your spine you needed as you took your seat.

Tarquin took his place next to you, turquoise eyes swimming with pride as he drank in the attention from the room. He feigned nonchalance, pressing a kiss to your knuckles before resting your hand atop his against the table. “Ah yes,” he laughed softly, raising your joined hands in display for the group of High Lords and Ladies. “Allow me to introduce my mate, the High Lady of the Summer Court.”

You smiled, unable to control the blush that bloomed upon your cheeks as Feyre gave you a polite smile and nod, Rhysand and Kallias both granting quiet congratulations.

It was Viviane who smirked, reclining back in her seat as she loosed a dramatic sigh. As the second High Lady in Prythian’s history after Feyre along with what you’d heard of her, you liked the female already. “It’s nice to have another High Lady at the table. Perhaps soon enough, each court will recognize their females as equals.”

Her icy blue eyes sparkled with amusement at the sight of flames on Beron’s fingertips, the High Lord of Autumn’s focus having never moved from the horns on your head, perfectly framed by your royal crown.

Conversely, Tarquin’s own stare never faltered, watching Beron with a predator’s gaze. He knew better than to bait the other High Lords - Tarquin found it better to rule as himself, a kind yet firm leader - and you admired him impossibly more for it.

“Welcome, High Lady. Let us begin,” Helion purred, his smooth voice emanating a deep power that seemed to bring Beron out of whatever anger-filled haze he was lost in. Murky brown eyes whipped to Helion, who returned the acknowledgment with a slight arch of his brow.

“Beron, if there is something you wish to lead the meeting with, please do so,” Helion drawled, his demeanor remaining cool despite noticeable efforts not to look past Beron to where the Lady of Autumn was seated. You made a mental note to ask Tarquin about that later, focused on keeping your chin high for the moment.

Beron’s eyes flicked between you and Feyre - the lesser fae and former human at the table - but wisely he remained silent. “Continue, Helion,” Beron ground out, and you had to bite back your smile at Rhys and Feyre’s wicked grins, darkness recoiling from where it had been ready to strike.

You sat through the meeting, listening to male egos battle each other over petty squabbles, only interjecting as you and Tarquin found necessary. It was easy to find where you would fit in with this group. While it was clear Autumn would never accept you and Dawn was ambivalent, you felt a fast kinship towards Night and Winter - unsurprising, given those courts were who your wise mate was most drawn to.

As soon as the meeting ended, Beron quickly cleared, leaving the Lady of Autumn to scurry behind him. Your heart hurt for her, her eyes tired as her eldest son seemed to be the only person who paid her any mind. The other High Lords dispersed, only Night and Winter lingering behind with Tarquin and you.

“Finally, that’s over!” the Night Court’s emissary, Morrigan, practically squealed as she maneuvered around the table to you, enveloping you in a warm hug.

A surprised laugh escaped you at her kind and gentle touch, the dichotomous nature of the Night Court’s leaders jarring despite Tarquin’s advance notice.

“So, would you tell us the story of how you and Tarquin met?” Viviane pressed, her arm looping through yours as Feyre fell into step alongside the both of you. You were surprised at how easy it was to talk with them - both High Fae from such different backgrounds - but you felt beyond blessed by the Mother for not only allies, but new friends through your role.

The crescent moon was high in the sky, stars twinkling impossibly bright when you felt the heavy need for sleep weigh upon you. You hadn’t even noticed your eyes struggling to stay open until familiar hands draped a jacket over your shoulders, and you stirred to see Feyre, Morrigan, and Viviane all slowly rising.

Bidding each of them a good night, you leaned into Tarquin’s warmth, savoring the calming scent of coconut and sea spray while he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your hair. He led your to the shared room in which you were staying, closing the door gently behind before peeling his jacket from your shoulders.

A whine escaped you at the sudden cold, and your mate chuckled, arms wrapping around you fully this time. Enveloped in his warmth, you settled against Tarquin’s chest and swayed to a silent melody, the rhythm of the ocean.

“You were incredible tonight,” he murmured against your neck. “You are always incredible, and yet you always blow me away with your grace and wisdom.”

He pressed another lingering kiss to your shoulder, working his way up to hover near your ear. Teeth tugged lightly on the skin of your earlobe, your mind growing dizzy with the sensations when he whispered, “I am so thankful, and honored, to have you as my mate and High Lady.”

Feeling the weight of the crown against your horns, you couldn’t help but tease him. “Horns and all?” but Tarquin’s eyes grew darker, turquoise eyes like a brewing sea storm.

He pulled your head to his toned chest, tongue flicking out against one of those sensitive horns. You mewled at the motion, the scent of the room changing with the fervor of arousal growing.

“Especially these,” he breathed, hoisting your legs around his hips before turning to toss you onto the mattress. You bounced against the silken sheets with a giggle, watching your mate lift his shirt over his head while his gaze raked unabashedly over every inch of your figure.

“Every part of you is perfect,” Tarquin whispered, white hair aglow in the light from the window, eyes shining with mischief as his body slid sinfully against your own.

“I love you,” you whispered, legs wrapping around his waist as you pulled him in for a passionate kiss. He once again kissed his way down your body, this time peeling away the fabric of your dress as he did so. Your consciousness drifted away at his touch, carnal feeling and deep emotion invading your senses while the only thought you could manage was that “forever is not long enough with this male.”

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mikeyss1ut · 1 year

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Idk what this is but it’s a fic for the two hottest ghost face in my opinion !!

SCREAM VI SPOILERS BELOW!!

In this fic it takes Place in scream 5 where instead of it being Richie it’s Ethan who’s ghost face. And Amber and Ethan are your girlfriend and boyfriend.

Amber freeman was your girlfriend , Ethan was your boyfriend. They were both ghost faces and you knew that. Amber was currently out attacking Tara so the kills would begin. You were worried because even though Amber knew what she was doing you were scared she might get caught.

“Come back to bed my love, Amber will be home shortly. I assure you she’s fine.” Ethan said wrapping his arms around you from behind.

Amber and Ethan were both very strict when it came to the rule that you were not involved in there killings. They loved you more than anything and you loved them. They were very faun of protecting you. They didn’t want you to touch anything so they couldn’t trace anything back to you. They didn’t want you to try to help or kill anyone. They wanted there perfect angel not involved.

“E, I’m scared.” You moan upset.

“What if she’s caught?” You cry out.

Ethan kissed you. “I promise sweet heart she’s fine.” Ethan said, trying his best to calm your nerves.

As soon as you finally gave it up and stopped looking out the window in pity and went to the bed. Amber opened the door.

“Oh yeah! Holy fucking shit! The games just began baby! I did it. I killed her, Tara’s gone. Just gotta wait till Sam is back in town, it will be awesome!” Amber jumped up and down. Ethan went over and gave her a welcome kiss and whispered in her ear something.

Her expression changed.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry I didn’t mean for you to be scared I have this I promise.” She went over to you and carefully touched your face.

“Here let’s lay down, I know your tired. Tomorrow it will be Ethan’s turn and I’ll take you out somewhere. Maybe it will get your mind off of the fact that Ethan’s out ? And Ethan can do the same when I’m gone?” She said

You nodded and kissed her. “Ok I’m gonna go change but e’s got you I’ll be right back.”

“Hey love, let’s lay down. Ok?” Ethan said.

“Ok.” You mumbled. Ethan could never get enough of your sad mumbles. He never knew why but he found them adorable.

He laid you down and wrapped his arms around you. In the next two minutes you felt the bed dip next to you. Knowing your other love was next to you as well.

That night, you slept with Ethan’s arms around you, and Your head on Ambers chest. Safe and loved.

#mikey madison #ethan landry #jack champion #amber freeman #amber freeman one shot #amber freeman fluff #ghostface #ethan landry fluff #amber freeman x reader #fem!reader #ethan landry x reader #scream 2022 #scream 5 #scream 6 #scream vi

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junibb · 3 months

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I'm imagining you in a lesbian bar. You walk in and heads turn, older dykes lock hungry stares into you as you walk and ones more your age faun over you and offer to buy you drinks.

You're overwhelmed - it's your first time at this place. You were nervous. You didn't even expect to get a number, let alone a veritable swarm of lesbians cooing over you, hitting on you, touching your shoulders and thighs, buying you drinks. They bombard you with prying questions:

"This your first time here, darling?"

"What kinda drink do you like?"

"Do you have a girlfriend, sweetie?"

"Your tits are fucking awesome, can I touch them?"

You try to catch everyone's words, but they're all over you, asking you all sorts of things. Before you realize, you're agreeing to offers and requests you didn't even here. One drink, then another, and another. One hand on your chest, then another, and another.

You hear a question you don't understand, but your fuzzy head nods, and you barely utter an affirmative. Next thing you know, strong butch hands are pulling your legs open and riding your skirt up in your seat. You try to say wait, but as you open your mouth, a pastel femme leans into view with her tongue out. Something's on her tongue - a small square of some kind. She grabs your face and kisses you deeply, wrestling with your tongue as it dissolves with both of your saliva, and keeps making out with you long after whatever that was has disappeared in your mouth.

The hands riding up your skirt have pulled your panties to the side and begun expertly rubbing you exactly where you need it most. You whimper into the pastel femmes mouth, and she responds by breaking the kiss and climbing on top of you. She pulls her skirt up and shows off her throbbing bulge, pressing it against your check and grinding gently, giggling.

Between those drinks and whatever just dissolved in your mouth, you feel weak, fuzzy, completely at the mercy of this crowd of strangers. You don't know if you want to resist or not, but either way, it doesn't feel like you're being given much choice.

There must be dozens of hands all over you. The bulge of this gorgeous femme is throbbing, and has grown to full mast, her cock now grinding on your forehead. She moans and presses it to your lips.

"Open wide, beautiful, come on... Mmh, that's it..."

You do as you're told and find yourself gagging and slobbering on this girl's cock within seconds. She's fucking your face like it's her job. Your drool is dripping down her balls, onto your tits, and is being licked up by other gorgeous women.

That butch's hands have really gone to work, and someone's tongue is fucking your asshole as well. You feel pairs of lips on each of your tits and more sucking on your fingers - there must be two girls for each hand. They're everywhere.

"What a pretty little thing... I wanna use her next!"

"Ugh, no way, I want to fuck her in the ass - she looks so fucking tight."

"Mmfh, she is fucking tight. I can barely fit my tongue inside. Maybe you should stretch her out for me."

"Ah, fucking c'mere."

An eager woman you can't see grabs you by your thighs and shoves her cock deep in your ass in a swift, brutal motion. Nothing about her movements makes you think she cares how much pain you're in. Her long nails dig into your skin, undoubtedly leaving scratches and making your squeal, but that squeal is muffled as the fast-fucking femme currently lodged in your throat holds your head against her pelvis. She moans and groans, her balls clenching, as she dumps a thick, warm load directly into your stomach. Tears run down your cheeks, but once the femme has finished cumming, she goes back to fucking your face like a toy.

"Ahh, such a tight toy!! You're so good at swallowing my loads, gorgeous. Let's see how many you can take!!"

She grips your head, bunching your hair up in her fists as she fucks your throat faster and faster.

"Oh my god, listen to those gags, that's so fucking hot..."

"It is, but I kinda wanna hear her scream..."

The anal lesbian drilling away at your ass is going almost as fsst as the one mounting your face, and the butch's hands have moved on to wrap around your neck and squeeze.

"Ohhh, fuck, your dick is bulging her throat, sweetie, I can feel it. Good toy, keep taking it deeper. You know you love it."

"Her fucking ass is so goddamn tight - I'm gonna cum! Ah, shit!! Nngh!!!"

The cock in your ass holds deep inside and twitches, throbbing, pulsing, gushing heavy, hot ropes inside you. The anal lesbian sighs and pulls out, her presence being immediately replaced by the one who was tongue fucking you earlier.

"Ah, that's better. Oh, fuck, look at that cum just ooze out... her ass is so fucking perfect. Maybe when she passes it, it'll be looser and we can fit two cocks in here."

You're out of breath, you're drunk, you're high, you've lost track of how many orgasms have been forced out of you. You start welcoming them.

Then, you fade out of consciousness. Who knows if they'll stop, who knows how much further they'll take this.

But your addled mind loves it, and if you woke up and there were twice as many of them going ten times as rough, you would invite it. You love the orgasms, you love the attention, and you love the praise.

A beautiful fuckpet for dykes.

i'm. um. i.

✨️🩷💖💞❣️💞💖🩷✨️

this made me moan out loud. multiple times.

i love you? im. i love you

yes

#💌 little letters #🥂 drunkie drabbles #<- your new tag♡#i have a feeling i will be revisiting it a lot-#for.#research

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yencirilla · 10 months

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yes i did make a tumblr purely because i did not see enough discussion about the relationship that is fearnechetney yes i did do that. the tag is dry and it bothers me because it’s easily top three favorite dynamics of bells hells for me.

oh so you have a really gorgeous, mischievous, hundred year old six foot tall faun who likes to steal stuff that is so cool oh and what if i told you that the number one character that is making moves on her is a three foot tall four hundred year old werewolf gnome that makes wooden toys, and WHAT IF i told you that she is totally into it.

and maybe you’re like oh that’s interesting! okay so what, is it just a joke or something? well, yes at first it is! it’s a game of chicken, of flirting and poking fun at each other hahaha oh WAIT but then it’s MORE.

it’s chetney talking about how much joy it brings him to see people play with his creations, getting to see fearne play with multiple wooden toys he made (dorian’s ship, her wolf, her dolls). it’s chetney being the one to first find out fearne’s postcards aren’t real, and gently asking her questions about them instead of giving it to her bluntly, because it would have hurt her to know the truth. it’s chetney using CLOTH to make fearne little dolls for her to use to vent her frustration. chetney reminding fearne to ask morri about her parents, because it had been bothering her so much.

it’s fearne telling chetney the wooden wolf is maybe her favorite thing she owns, when she has so many things. it’s fearne trusting chetney with the one thing her parents left her, letting him hold it and inspect it. it’s fearne reassuring chetney after he wolfed out that they all had problems. it’s fearne gripping onto the net that chetney is trapped in, holding on and defending him from the hunter. and when she casts stoneskin, which only requires touch, she chooses to kiss him.

a lot of people have insinuated that fearnechetney is one sided, or just a joke, or anything but a romance, but i disagree. i think it started as a joke for sure, but as the episodes progress, it feels more and more like these two characters really care about each other, and understand each other. and the idea that the ship is one sided is so strange to me, because fearne has actively flirted back with chetney since the beginning. fearne got up at 3 AM to wait outside his door, fearne chose to kiss him to cast stoneshape, and fearne was the one that held onto the net and told the hunter to fuck off. i think writing off their dynamic/relationship as a joke just because you don’t ship it does both characters a big disservice when we talk about their growth and how they’ve come to care about one another.

#i know there is like. an intense hatred for this pairing for some reason #but it is so cute to me #a lot of it i think stems from people just not liking chetney #when he is just. a dude. old dude who makes wooden toys oh and he loves his friends so much #i just find it so strange that if it was any other character interacting like this with fearne #(except orym because he isn't interested like that) and maybe fcg #there would be so much more discussion about this dyanmic #idk i just wanted to add my two sense because i don't shut up about it on twitter <3 #CHETNEY POCK O'PEA FAN CLUB #fearne x chetney #fearne calloway #chetney pock o'pea

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justporo · 8 months

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A Night of Song and Laughter (Part 3)

My game is currently fucked up, so I have to reinstall and pray my saves will work... If not... Well, I'll have to charm Astarion again - and indulge in more writing I guess.

Have part 3 of Astarion and Tav trying to have a fun night out in town.

Lots of fluff and annoyed Astarion in this one, poor little puppy. You can read below the cut or on AO3! Song choice for this one: Buntes Volk - Faun, Michael Rhein

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)

(Gif is from here!)

You shook your head once to clear your thoughts, Astarion had caught you by surprise – quite frankly he often did. You grabbed the elf’s hand and did as he told you.

You turned around the corner and there it was: Maeve’s. Warm light shone beyond the big open front door and you could already hear the crowd inside clapping, chattering and the notes of a song drifting through the night. The sign above the door was so worn out you could barely decipher it, but really no one needed it anyway, this tavern was famous in all of Baldur’s Gate.

The two of you made your way over the cobblestone road and just before you wanted to enter a man got hurled out by his shirt collar. You quickly stepped out of his way, dodging his flailing arms. Astarion, who was standing directly in the way of the stumbling fool quickly twirled sideways, avoiding getting hit by a hair’s width. “Excuse me”, Astarion chirped happily “I didn’t mean to hinder you on your way out.” The man stumbled a few feet more and faceplanted in the middle on the round – obviously very drunk.

You watched for a second how he tried to get up again and how Astarion patted off some invisible dirt looking displeased even though he hadn’t been touched. Then you turned and saw who had thrown out the drunkard – a familiar face.

“By the gods, I thought I’d never see you here again, thought you finally made it out of this hell hole”, the tall, broad-shouldered man said with an easy smile that neither matched his actions just yet nor his rather threatening appearance. Of course, you knew him – this was Don, the bouncer of this place. Over the years you had seen him throw out lots of brawlers, drunkards – and sometimes even the worst kind of bards. Although that had been more for their protection, the crowd here could really get quite worked up. Befriending him had also helped you and your friends to not get thrown out during several occasions.

Astarion had stepped up behind you and had laid his hands on your shoulders: “Oh not to worry, I dragged her back to this hell hole of a city – she just couldn’t live without it.” You could practically hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.

“And you brought a boyfriend, oh Tav, what ever have you been up to? Eodin will not like that”, Don said and crossed his massive tattooed arms over his broad chest and laughed heartily. You blushed softly and pressed your lips into a thin line. You really did not enjoy that even the bouncer here seemingly new about Eodin’s ambitions towards you.

You cleared your throat and said: “Don, this is Astarion, I met him while I was away, he’s my…” “Lover!”, Astarion interrupted immediately and pressed a kiss on your cheek from behind and squeezing your shoulders “I am indeed her lover, more even, her soulmate so to speak. And we’re inseparable, aren’t we, my heart? You can tell this Eodin guy.” Astarion happily blabbered on and let his hands slowly travel down your arm. And while you could feel and hear that he was teasing you with his possessiveness, you heard the bite in his last sentence. He might have shrugged it off as laughable that there could be some competition around tonight but it seemingly affected him more than he was ready to admit.

Don just laughed again and looked at your pale companion: “Oh, you can tell him that yourself, he’s already here tonight. And so are the others, Tav. They’ve been worried about you, they’ll be happy to see you in one piece.”

Stepping out Astarion’s possessive hold for just a moment, you grabbed the big man’s elbows, he did the same, and smiled at him reassuringly. “Thank you, Don, it’s so good to see you.” Don smiled warmly at you, then signed for you to get on in. You turned around to Astarion who seemed surprisingly tense. A stark contrast to his usual languid and dandy manner. So you made to close the distance between the two of you, grab his hand and pressing a soft kiss on his lips: “Come on, love, let me introduce you to my friends.” The pale elf sighed at the kiss and your words. “You can keep your hands on me if it assures you that there is only you for me”, you whispered softly to him and grinned. “Don’t expect me not to”, Astarion whispered back and stole another quick kiss. Then he motioned you to go on and let his hand linger on the small of your back.

“Don’t let them eat your boyfriend’s skinny ass right up”, Don shouted after the two of you and threw his head back in laughter again. You chuckled when you saw Astarion’s disgusted reaction and moved your hand to pinch his butt. “I knew why I kept from this part of town”, the vampire sighed dramatically “only brutes, drunkards and charlatans.” You slapped him on his arm: “And that coming from you!” You scolded him but keep moving.

There was already a pretty big crowd assembled. The tavern was quite big – although it was only dimly and warmly lit - and seemed even more so as most tables and seats were moved to the walls to allow for more room in the middle where a stage is erected. A single bard was performing. He seemed quite decent, at least he hadn’t been booted off stage yet. But the crowd was still far from ecstatic. Loud talking and laughing filled the room over the music. Mugs and bottles were being toasted and a not unpleasant smell of pipe smoke, alcohol and some kind of stew filled the big room.

You looked at Astarion who took the room in silently, he let his eyes wonder over the few people dancing in front of the stage, the bard, the people sitting and drinking everywhere around the room and the big bar at the far end of the building. You could tell he didn’t feel quite comfortable and saw that his nostrils flared slightly. “Everything okay?”, you asked him softly and touched his side. The vampire kept watching over the room: “It’s… fine. I am just not used to such big crowds anymore.” He turned to look at you: “Don’t worry about me. I’m good as long as you’re here with me and don’t abandon me for some substandard old fling of yours.” “You’re not going to let that topic go, are you?” “Not for the moment, my love, not until anyone knows you’re mine”, he grinned broadly, shortly showing his fangs and then softly pushed you with the hand still on your back. “Now, come on, show me where the regulars hang out”, he said and winked at you. You could tell he was still a tad uncomfortable but he tried his best to push through it. Grabbing his hand again, you moved through the crowd. You knew exactly the right place. Leading him to the back of the room there was a small staircase one could’ve easily overlooked. A dwarf inconspicuously stood right in front of it. To someone not paying attention it seemed like he was just standing there rather awkwardly, maybe waiting for his friends or his date. But you knew he was another bouncer that made sure not just anyone went up the stairs and to the gallery upstairs – and of course you knew him as well. You walked right over to him: “Hey, Kirin!” The dwarf looked up at you and the slightest smile turned up the corners of his mouth and slightly softened his grim expression he’d worn before. “Gods, Tav! Look at ye! Y’look good girl, come ‘ere!” Without any warning he drew you in for a tight hug that pressed all air out of your lungs. “Thought ye kicked the bucket for good or somethin’!” He released you from his bear hug but offered a strong pat on your back that almost made you topple over. He laughed heartily: “’Tis so good to see ye again, girl. Things have been quite wild roun’ here,ye know.” The dwarf started rambling on about how the crowds had grown more violent lately, almost one big brawl every other night. Astarion softly cleared his throat in hopes of interrupting the dwarf’s tales. “Excuse ye, pretty boy, I am talking ‘ere an’ gallery’s only open for regulars”, Kirin started, turning to the elf and raising his chin. “Oh uhm”, you started “the pretty boy is with me, Kirin, he’s my…” Astarion gave you a huge sideeye “boyfriend. And I wanted him Maeve’s tonight.” The dwarf looked at you quite confused. “Where did ye find yerself such a poser? By the looks of himself, he coulda been one of the city’s noblemen. But ones of those never come ‘round here, at least they haven’t tried for a long time”, Kirin mocked und laughed roaringly. Astarion just raised an eyebrow and turned to look at his perfectly manicured fingers, proving Kirin’s point. You just blinked, not sure what to make of this absurd situation.

“Alright, ye elves are strange fellows. I just thought some time, ye would come around to Eodin, lass. But like to like an’ such, I ‘ssume.” Astarion rolled his eyes at Eodin being mentioned again. You chuckled and scratched the back of your head: “Yeah no, Kirin, Eodin… Just no.” “Suit yerself, lass, but ye know, he’s here tonight, so little heads up for ye and yer lover. Now, wouldn’ to keep ye any longer, go right ahead!” The dwarf stepped aside and made room for the two of you. This time Astarion pushed you on quite eagerly, trying to get away from the annoying dwarf. You let him and wave thanks to Kirin.

“Be nice to me girl, elf. Ye better treat ‘er right!”, he shouted after you. Astarion rolled his eyes again and kept pushing you up the stairs. You just laughed at his annoyance. It was nice to have him on the receiving end of the banter for once.

“If one more person mentions this Eodin guy, I swear, I am going to rip their damned throat out”, the vampire grumbled. You chuckled at his threat and stopped two steps ahead of him which made you to be eyelevel with him. “Please don’t, Astarion, there’s really no need to be jealous.” You took his face in both your hands and looked him straight in the eye: “There’s no one like you, Astarion, in the whole world and there will never be someone other than you for me.” You saw how his gaze and features softened at your words, his ruby eyes suddenly all big and glowy.

“I love you, Astarion, and you’ll have me as long as you want me”, you assured him, then kissed him and hugged him. He hugged you back and nuzzled his nose against the soft skin of your neck. His lips caressed your throat softly, his fangs ever so slightly touching your skin. “And I love you, my beautiful darling.” He lifted you slightly and made to carry you up the rest of the stairs. “But if this dwarf calls me pretty boy one more damn time, I am going to push him over.” You just giggle and let yourself be carried up the last stairs to the gallery.

#astarion #astarion x tav #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #astarion x reader #astarion x mc #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x oc #astarion x you #fanfic #fanfiction #astarion ancunin #bg3 spoilers #astarion is so cute when he's annoyed #also when he's jealous #a night of song and laughter

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when i first shifted to my fantasy dr (part 1)

i shifted to this dr in the past and i made a google doc about it because i wanted to send it to my friends but now that i have this account i can share the experience with y’all too :)

i recently shifted there again and wanted to share that too but i thought it would be better to post this one first as it explains more about my dr.

i’ll just copy and paste the document but it says that it’s too long so i have to split it into two posts.

so here we go.

OKAY SO I don't know where to start because I'm still freaking out okay. first of all, to shift, I simply set the intention to wake up in that specific reality (which I called “fantasy reality” because I didn't know what other name to give it) and went to sleep without doing anything else except visualising some parts of my dr house. the next morning i felt something on my face like someone was holding my face in their hands which scared me because i went to sleep alone and usually no one wakes me up but then i remembered it could be mom since we had something to do that morning. only that it wasn’t mom- opening my eyes I was hella shocked, I can't even explain what I felt after seeing that I had neteyam in front of me (yes, I added him to the script of this reality too), after all these months of pure agony (and I'm not kidding) I was finally in front of him and him in front of me. i immediately tried not to act weird but it was super hard so after he asked me if i was sick i told him i had a very weird nightmare and i still had to recover. the fact is that in this reality where I shifted he is not a blue alien but a "human" version (not so much human because he's an elf) and god, he was beautiful, the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life. at that point he seemed kind of worried about me because i was staring at him the whole time in silence trying to realize what had just happened so to avoid freaking him out more i told him i was so tired again and fuck, he laughed and then he fucking kissed me. to say that I exploded at that moment is an understatement, but let's overlook it. we got out of bed and started getting ready because, from what I understand, we had decided the night before that that morning we would go to my best friend's café (her name is auri and she is a fairy) and it was initially strange to realize that I had wings on my back (they are not so big anyway, that's why I didn't even feel them at first) and I immediately wondered how the fuck do I put a shirt on 🧍🏼but in the end I wore something all shredded. auri (one of my best friends) was so energetic, she never stopped talking but it didn't bother me. then my other friends yuri and will joined us (it’s will byers lol, i added him to the script after watching stranger things this summer). and will is a faun here 😭 he is truly a love, the sweetest and kindest person i know. I'm writing too much maybe I should cut it a bit, i’ll try to summarize from now. in the afternoon comes my favorite part: my work. in this reality I am half fairy half witch, which is a rare gene there (i scripted so because i wanted to be main character), in fact I am almost the only witch in the village apart from my mother and grandmother. so I went home to prepare a potion that someone had asked me for, they had to spray it on the garden that would make the crops grow well. meanwhile, while I was working on my table/altar, neteyam was working on a wonderful painting (that’s his job) which represented the image of the ocean at sunset with a ship in the centre. it was incredible, he was so talented. after i finished the potion i had another customer that day who ordered me a tarot reading so i went to her house (customers often come to my house but it is more usual for me to go to them). she was a young fairy and lived with her mother. as soon as I arrived they were both very kind and asked me if I wanted something to eat or drink before the reading, I said maybe later but they insisted so they made me sit down and gave me a slice of lemon cake (y’all it was so good) and some tea made by them.

(go to my next post for part 2 cause i can’t fit the entire text here for some reason)

#shifting realities #reality shifting #shifting #desired reality #success story #shifted #shifting stories

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dirtytransmasc · 1 year

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Can you imagine how stressed Mama Neytiri was when they first joined the Metkayina clan about Spiders safety…the family would have to figure out what he can eat, his skin would burn, Dehydration from too much sun exposure, the list goes on and on…

she panics so wholeheartedly the first time he gets a sunburn, she doesn't let him leave the hut for days, which he stubbornly obliges cause it hurts like hell and he would like to avoid it as much as possible.

he defintly gets heat stroke and sun poisoning a few times, which for those who don't know, is vicious;

sun poisoning causes severely sunburnt/red/blistered skin, fever/chills, dehydration, confusion, nausea/vomiting, headaches, dizziness, fainting. heat stroke causes a high temperature, altered mental state (confusion, agitation, slurred speech, irritability, delirium, seizures), nausea/vomiting, rapid heart/breath rate, and headaches can all occur. all in all, she'd have good reason to be very very broody with her baby, especially if he suffers the harsher bouts of either ailment the first few go-rounds in the sun.

put that on top of a whole new diet to pick through, a whole new way of life for spider to adapt (human skin get extremely soft in water, so his adventurous lifestyle would do a lot of damage on his hands and feet as he went in and out of the water). back in the froest he didn't need much water, much less needed to carry it on him as he never strayed too far from home an he could almost always find water in the woods, including the springs and water plants (did those ever get names?). plus being in the water pulls you attention away from how much physical energy your spending and how much you sweat so he gets sick so many times just adjusting to the daily life in the village.

I can imagine how close she holds him every night because she's scared of losing him, how often she has to faun over his sickness because his human body is so much more easily taxed by this new way of life then her na'vi children. she feels like he's just a baby again, needing to be wrapped close to her body so she can protect him from all harm. she watches him as he takes what becomes almost a daily nap after the afternoon meals, smoothing back hair that is slowly turning platinum blonde from the amount of sun it gets (she swear he has white streaks), kissing flushed cheeks before settling next to him herself (he kids are young, jake seems to be able to get into the swing of just about any conditions, but she is not either of those things, and she does not adapt well to this new environment, and she too finds herself needing a nap each day).

it is a new time for bonding between mother and son, especially after being kept apart for months, to have quiet time alone in the hut while the others are out. spider learns very quickly that the broody and protective woman of the omatikaya people he called mother is nothing in comparison to the new woman of the metkayina, and that he is never and will never 'fly the nest' in her mind, even after he gets the swing of this new life.

#spider socorro #miles socorro #miles spider socorro #spider te suli tsyeyk'itan #neytiri #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water

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saikis1truelove · 7 months

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“I’ll take care of you.”

“It’s rotten work.”

“Not to me, not if it’s you.”

#can we ignore mh god awful handwriting I was in a rush #THE FUCKING ART STYLE CHANGE CUZ I GOT LAZYHELPME #saiki no psi nan #teruhashi kokomi #saiteruuuuuahahshshsjslqpwp #saiki kusuo #faun let’s kiss #saiki k #saiteru #I saw this quote thingy on tiktok and thought it would be cute

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A what if of my story Down In The Trenches. More specifically, the arrival of my Radiorose kid: Alice.

Note: pre-established Radiorose, has oc

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Rosie arrived at the Hotel as soon as she got the news from Charlie - Alastor was stabbed, weak, having a long wound across his chest.

She came over with a medical bag, full of supplies. Going right to work, saving pleasantries. Charlie had moved a few more first aid kits into Alastor's room, as instructed.

She put a leather strap in his mouth for him to bite, trying to tune out his cries as she wroked on him. It took hours - cleaning, disinfecting, stitching, pausing, saying sweet nothings, bandaging. And trying not to cry.

"Ro-ss-sie.." his voice was so weak, him speaking after she removed the strap, when she finished her bandaging him up.

"I'm here, doll." She pet his hair, smiling. "You did pretty good. All things considered."

"S- stay." He pleaded, tears in his eyes from feeling the burning.

Rosie nodded, moving her hand to cup his face, "I don't plan on it, silly boy." She leaned down to kiss him gently.

Alastor let out a soft "hm" as he leaned against her hand.

"I'll use the intercom to let them know you're alright." Rosie said, kissing him again.

"Okay.." Alastor said softly, disappointed.

"Needy boy. Stay." Rosie said with a smile as she stood up. She went to the intercom, pressing the button to speak with the main floor.

"Rosie? How is he?" Eager to hear the news, wow, she must be worried.

"He's fine, Charlie sweetie." Rosie said with a smile. "I'll be stayin' the night ta keep an eye on him."

"Okay. I'll have some dinner brought up." Charlie said with a smile.

That night, they held each other tight and cried.

"Why did you do it, you fucking idiot!" Rosie moved back to look at his face.

Alastor chuckled, tears falling down his face, "I don't know, darling. I.. I guess I couldn't let our chums have a laugh without me."

Rosie kissed him harshly, "was it worth it, you jerk?"

Alastor whimpered in paid, panting as the broke for air, "well, I'm in your hands.. so yes."

"Easy there.. Al. You're still hurting, it's too soon." Rosie said.

Alastor sighed, frowning, "fine.." he held her arms. "Just, lay in my arms alright?"

Rosie reached a hand up to touch his cheek again. "I will, just promise you won't die in mine tonight."

"I won't, I have the best nurse in all of the underworld here with me." Alastor smiled at her.

Rosie laughed softly, kissing him again. Her tears rolled down her face, dropping onto his bandaged chest.

They called it a night, for real this time, holding each other.

There was the sound of screaming that woke Rosie up the next morning.

"Al.." She touched his chest blindly, still asleep, to which he made a weak noise.

"Your alarm.." Rosie said as another round of screaming started.

"I don't have one. Maybe i's your phone.."

"Turned mine off b'fore I worked on you. I's still off."

The screaming wouldn't stop.

"Okay, that's it.." Alastor sat up, feeling pain ripping through him, and seeing what he was seeing - he turned to her a bit too fast. "R- Rosie.."

"What?" Now she was annoyed. He was up, but the screaming wouldn't stop.

"Wa-wake up." Alastor said softly. "Wake up!" He whisper shouted.

"What?" Rosie sat up, glaring at him. When she saw his face, she followed where he was glancing at out of the orner of his eyes. To the end of the bed.

There lay a wee, naked babe. A little baby girl. A little faun, crying where she lay.

Rosie took another moment, before she moved to scoop up the girl, wrapping her in the blanket at the end of the bed, before bringing her to the head of the bed while rocking her to calm her.

"Look at her, Al." Rosie looked from the baby to Alastor.

Alastor nodded. "I.. I am." He took a breath. "She.." his eyes went from the babe to Rosie.

"Looks like you." Rosie smiled.

"Like you too." Alastor said with a smile.

"What are we going to do with her? How did she even get here?" Rosie asked.

Alastor shrugged. "Hm.. I don't know. Wishful thinking?"

"What?" Rosie was flabbergasted.

"Well, I regretted not having children while alive but, well.."

"Your murders, I know." Rosie said to him. "I was thinking about it too, but, well you know.."

Unable to have children in life. Thus barren in death.

"What if.. what if this is our chance?" Alastor asked after a few minutes of the two tickling the baby's cheeks and feeling her ears, smiling at her laughter.

"How close to ya second death are you?" Rosie asked him.

"You saw last night." Alastor said, looking to her with a smile. "But, think about it - you and I had wanted children, I nearly die to a holy weapon, and then," he moved his hands to make jazz hands, "baby."

Rosie sighed. "You have a point."

After a moment, Alastor asked, "so.. what are we going to do with her?"

"Raise her?" Rosie asked in a manner indicating she was intent on doing this alone if she had to.

Alastor smiled. "Perfect. Well, what shall we name our little girl?"

Rosie smiled at him. "What's the name of that book you like?"

"Alice in Wonderland, why?"

"Curiosity. I needed a girl name, and honestly.. that one sounds perfect."

Alastor hummed, mulling it over. "I like it too." He smiled. "Let's give her the middle name of May."

"Are you serious?" Rosie asked Alastor, shifting their babe as she reached for Alastor.

"I think she likes it too." Alastor said, reaching over to take the baby. When he held her, something in him felt complete.

"Alice May Hunt-Dupuis."

Rosie stopped adjusting her hair to look at the man. "Your last name is French?"

Alastor lowered Alice a little to glare at her playully. "Rosie, darling, I'm a Creole from Louisiana. Of course my last name is French."

"Are you fuckin' kidding me?"

"No." Alastor said to her.

Well, bathing and dressing the kid was fun. As was bringing her downstairs.

"What da fuq is even dat!"

"A baby."

"No shit, Smiles. I mean, what da fuq is you two doin' with it?"

"Oooh! Here, I'll order everything you guys need!" Charlie said, and went ahead ordering with Rosie and Vaggie giving commentary.

"We were given her as a gift." Rosie said. "For some reason."

"Hmm.." Lucifer looked at the girl, only to get kicked in the eye. "Ow!" He put a hand over his eye. "Yup, that's Antlers' kid alright! Born of you two wanting a kid, I'm assuming, and from what I can guess is whatever the fuck took Antlers out of commission."

"Adam's ridiculously tacky axe." Alastor said with a grimace.

"What's her name? I want to get her stuff with her name on it." Charlie was grinning.

Alastor and Rosie looked at each other with a smile.

"Alice May Hunt-Dupuis." They said together with a smile.

"Perfect! Now we have to wait." Charlie said with a smile. "Can I hold her? Please?"

"Alright, just be careful with her." Rosie said, passing Alice to Charlie.

"Hi, Alice. My name's Charlie."

Alice was looking around with those large void eyes, her ears moving about this way and that, but she focused on Charlie with a giggle.

Well - after the formula and baby stuff was delivered, a nursery was set up for Alice, next to Alastor and Rosie's room.

"I call being the fun Aunt!" Cherri raised a hand with a bomb, challenging anyone to fight her.

"As long as I'm the cool Uncle." Angel said.

"No way! If anyone is the cool one, it's me!"

"Why do you want in on this, Vagina?" Angel asking Vaggie this made Cherri laugh.

"Don't make me give Niffty a sharp object and the order to stab you." Vaggie actually had a soft spot for kids.

#hazbin rosie #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #radiorose #radiorose oc #radiorose au - what if #hotel arrival- what if

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I Start Over With You

[SOLANGELO FANFIC]

summary: After the great battle against the forces of Gaea, Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter had formed a long-lasting alliance. Everything had gone well, and everyone was ready to start anew. This included Nico, who, after confessing his feelings to Percy, was prepared to open a new chapter in his life—perhaps the happiest one the Fates had ever written.

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[CHAPTER 14]

THE CAMP JUPITER WAS JUST AS HE HAD LEFT IT, with the only difference being the new temples being erected, following the architectural patterns indicated by Annabeth. The Roman camp couldn't look better. It still bustled with nature spirits, lares, and fauns trotting through the camp's streets, occasionally hindering a hero in training. Some demigods strolled through the paths, discussing the upcoming war games. Others stopped and pointed at Nico, wondering why he had returned. With all eyes on him, he headed towards where Reyna was waiting.

The hall was bright, the tiles reflecting the sunlight, and the marble columns giving the building a regal appearance. Sitting there, waiting for his arrival, was Bellona's daughter, his adventure companion and trusted friend. She stood up, walking towards him and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Welcome back to camp, Nico" Reyna greeted, leading him outside. "I found a decent place in the city, and you can come to camp whenever you want" she said, heading towards the Roman city that mimicked the style of the Italian Rome, with its warm and round colors, making it almost feel like being on the same European peninsula.

Bellona's daughter told him - during the journey - that things at the camp had improved since the new agreement with the Greeks. She had received messages from Camp Half-Blood that summer, announcing that in the fall they would receive visits, so combat techniques could merge along with culture and lifestyles. "It wasn't easy" the girl explained. "Many are tied to the Mos Maiorum, the senate itself started by saying it was sheer madness" she sighed. "But even they cannot go against the will of our gods" Nico nodded, understanding the difficulty of accepting something different. He had been through it himself, and only the gods knew how long it would take for others to accept him as a camp member.

"But enough about the camp" Reyna said, noticing a certain silence from her friend. "It's been a while since we talked, besides that conversation the other day"

"I've been busy" he briefly recounted the past few weeks at Camp Half-Blood, mentioning something about Apollo's son, avoiding telling her about the Capture the Flag game and especially the kiss on the hill. The girl didn't make a sound, just let him tell, noting a slight and thinly veiled smile every time he mentioned Apollo's son. "He's a good friend" he concluded, letting out an imperceptible sigh.

"Just a good friend?" she dared to ask, as she had seen well beyond the tough exterior that protected him.

The boy took some time before responding. "Well, yes" he confirmed, though not entirely convinced. Reyna simply pursed her lips, not asking him more about that boy. If he wanted to tell her, he would, she thought. "Okay" she said, stopping in front of a building. "First floor. Your school is just a block away, you can't miss it. I've also taken the liberty of getting your books"

Nico was truly speechless; he hadn't imagined she had done him such a big favor. "Thank you, Reyna" he looked at her with deep gratitude.

"Don't mention it! For anything, you know where to find me" she handed him the keys, giving him a final pat before returning to the Roman camp.

Nico twirled the keys between his fingers, anxious and terrified to go in. He opened the door, dragging his suitcases behind him, climbing up to the first floor. There, he entered the comfortable apartment Reyna had found for him. It was a bright and warm room, the walls painted in a matte yellow and divided in half by charming Roman motifs. It seemed completely the opposite of his gloomy cabin.

Having found the bedroom, he unpacked his belongings there, hiding the box he had taken from camp in a drawer. He put away all his clothes, the few that he had, in the wardrobe, and having emptied the suitcase, he flopped onto the bed with a sigh. He didn't stay there for long because as soon as he touched the mattress, someone rang the doorbell, forcing him to go and answer. It was a real joy when he realized it was his sister, who had just knew about his arrival at camp. The two greeted each other warmly; Hazel had been missed more than anyone. Along with her was her boyfriend, the son of Mars, who seemed to have grown a couple of inches during those weeks.

Frank gave him a pat on the shoulder, quite happy to see him again. They had never really talked, but he was still part of Hazel's family, and that was enough for Frank to like him.

The son of Hades invited them both into the still-empty apartment, making them comfortable in the living room. He had a lot to tell his sister about those weeks at Camp Half-Blood, avoiding dwelling too much on Will and what had happened before arriving in New Rome. He also told her about Jason, who seemed to have completely rebuilt his life. "I'm really happy about that" exclaimed Hazel.

"Piper is such a good girl, those two make a beautiful couple" she told him, with Frank nodding in agreement.

"How's Percy?" asked Frank. The son of Hades just shrugged.

"Well, at least he hasn't gotten into any new trouble" he then told them about the absurd climbing wall challenge, of Jason being determined to win and not faint every two seconds.

The three spent the afternoon together, inviting Nico to join them for a bite to eat. The son of Hades agreed willingly, following them outside the building.

There were still many things Nico wanted to tell his sister, all carrying the same name. However, it was difficult to talk about them with Frank around.

They mostly talked about the Roman camp and how it had evolved in such a short time, telling him the same things Reyna had hinted at earlier: some problems that had arisen at the beginning, the decision to build more temples dedicated to minor and almost forgotten deities. "You should have attended the council" sighed Hazel, squeezing Frank's hand. "The Senate didn't want to hear any reason. According to them, we had to continue with our traditions" she briefly recounted what had happened after their return to camp.

"Some demigods thought the same, obviously" explained Frank. "Centuries of tradition thrown out the window" he grimaced.

"But even they had to bow to the will of the gods" Nico guessed. The son of Mars nodded.

"Thanks to the gods, they opened their eyes, our societies cannot survive if we don't collaborate. This was evident even this summer" added the boy, getting a nod of approval from Nico.

Frank began to speak freely, monopolizing the conversation a bit. He cared deeply about New Rome now that he had become praetor, telling them about the boring Roman bureaucracy that Jason had mentioned that morning, the holes to fill, the people to meet, all the supervision needed during the construction of the temples. "We could rely on Annabeth, she's a real architect!" exclaimed the boy.

The conversation gradually dwindled with the setting sun, coloring the green hills and the tips of the tallest buildings. Under that light, the city of New Rome seemed like a replica of the authentic Rome. "See you around" said Frank, bidding farewell with a nod.

"Of course" replied Nico, finally managing to spend five minutes alone with his sister, who had not missed the agitation and urgency to talk only with her. She was really good at reading body language. "Let's talk about what you forgot to tell me tomorrow, okay?" the girl smiled kindly, speaking near Nico's ear, who simply nodded and thanked her.

She walked away, the smile on her face leaving him in the driveway, which was slowly darkening.

The son of Hades returned to his apartment, finally lying down on the bed he had longed for all day. His mind was strangely empty, yet so full of thoughts that he didn't exactly know which ones to grasp.

He ran a hand over his face, forcing himself to get up, put on pajamas, and set the alarm for the next day. It was while turning the red hand that the air seemed to fold on itself, gathering the light like many small tiles, then opening into a window of light. On the other side, there was a brightly lit bedroom, although it was clearly night outside. The walls were covered with band posters, along with some photos and concert tickets now weathered with time. At the center of that window made of light was the boy who had been at the center of his thoughts all day.

"Hey!" Will was radiant as usual, but his smile faded when he noticed that Nico might be getting ready for bed. "Did I disturb you?" he hurried to say, regretful for not being able to call him earlier. Nico shook his head, placing the alarm clock on the nightstand.

"No, it's fine" he replied, unable to hide a certain embarrassment.

"Okay—" he tried to smile, but it was clear that something was wrong. All day, Will had berated himself for giving him that cheek kiss; he shouldn't have done it. Who knows what Nico thought now. "So, school starts tomorrow, huh?" he said the first thing that came to mind, even if it was rather mundane and predictable. Nico sighed, still not believing that he would really be picking up paper and pen again. "Yeah" he replied. "I'm kind of nervous" he hinted at a smile, sitting on the bed.

"It's normal" Will tried to cheer him up. "At least you won't have the fear of being expelled eight times" he joked, tilting his lips sideways. Nico stared at him, realizing that for the entire time, that was the first time he had looked him in the eyes.

"Then I guess they'll be more prepared for hyperactivity and dyslexia issues there" the boy continued. Nico struggled to imagine Will with such problems—at camp, he seemed like such a normal guy that Nico often forgot that, like most demigods, he suffered from hyperactivity and dyslexia. Life in mortal schools was often challenging.

"Do you start tomorrow too?" Nico asked then, breaking his silence.

"Yeah" Will sighed. "If it weren't for my friends, it would be a torture" It wasn't the first time he had said that, even during the days spent together at camp, Will always talked about his school and how heavy the schedules were, thankfully lightened by his two friends he had made during the past year. "Did you already get the list of extracurricular activities?" he asked, just to liven up the conversation. "It arrived yesterday, mom already signed me up for that music course. May she be blessed, I wouldn't know what to do without her" he said, unable to hold back a clear laugh. Nico thought about how it must be to have a mother; the only memory he had of his was of a faded smile, and maybe it wasn't even real. At that thought, he became saddened.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Will asked, concerned to see that dark expression.

Nico simply shook his head, coming out of his thoughts. "Nothing" he lied, trying to look at something other than Will's blue eyes. "Just tired, I guess" he said, trying to convince him with that excuse. Apollo's son tried to believe it, without delving too much into the details. "When does the course start?" he asked the next moment.

"Next week, while auditions for the choir are this Friday" he replied, and at that thought, he immediately became enthusiastic.

"A smile will be enough to get you in" Nico weakly smiled, imagining him auditioning for the school choir.

"Do you think so?" Will laughed.

"I think so" Nico answered so seriously that Will didn't know if he was really joking or being serious. He decided to take it as a joke.

The two continued to talk for a while, avoiding touching on the "hill kiss" topic. It seemed that both were fine with it, yet they couldn't deny to themselves that after that morning, a kind of strange tension had arisen. Will would have liked to explain, give him a reason for what he had done, yet something prevented him, perhaps the current situation. He thought that maybe it would be more appropriate to talk to him about it in person. Yes, he would do that when he returned to camp. However, he had not taken one thing into consideration:—"Remember during the game in the woods?" Nico suddenly reminded him, wanting to get that thought out of his mind that had been buzzing around all day. Will swallowed, hoping he hadn't heard it. "Yes" he replied, torturing his lips.

"You were about to tell me something" Nico continued, hoping he could talk to him about it now. Apollo's son nodded; he didn't want to tell him like this, via a message, but actually, at that moment, there was no one who could interrupt them. Will parted his lips, ready to tell him the truth. "Well, the thing is that..." he stammered, trying to find the right words, and as he struggled, the message was slowly dissolving.

"You'll tell me tomorrow" Nico hurried to say.

"Goodnight, Nico," he said just as quickly, before the window of light disappeared, leaving the son of darkness in the shadows.

"Goodnight, Will"

[CONTENTS]

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#🖇️ : fanfiction #i start over with you ☀️☠️#solangelo #will solace #nico di angelo #riordanverse #percy jackson #pjo #pjo fanfiction #camp halfblood

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grasslandgirl · 1 year

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pieces of you and me (and us)

[Lockwood & Co. Lockwood/George/Lucy. 17k. vignette scenes/get together fic]

There’s something here, between the three of them, Lockwood isn’t that oblivious. He knows George hasn’t just stuck around all this time because of his passion for the Agency they’re building. He knows Lucy wears the necklace he gave her every day. He knows the two of them get on better than he ever could have asked for, and that their closeness always makes Lockwood kind of breathless and giddy in a way he doesn’t know how to manage. What he doesn’t know is what they want from him. He doesn’t know how the thing they’ve all been circling around can ever get resolved, when Lockwood doesn’t know how to let people in the way they deserve.

here she is finally !!!!!

xoxox kisses to faun and casey and the poly portland row discord for ur help and support and enthusiasm <33

you can read pieces of you and me (and us) here on ao3!!

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embie-the-buttercup · 1 year

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Random childhood crushes I had

Bernard from The Santa Clause

I think this one is pretty much self explanatory, we all had a crush on him.

Ian from What a Girl Wants

Still a pretty standard and normal crush. That hair was so cool when I was like 7.

Dapne from Sccoby-Doo

Who am I kidding, I still have a crush on Sarah Michelle Gellar, she's so pretty. Little me had confusing fellings about her in those short dresses.

Velma's friend from Scooby-Doo

This man doesn't even have a name but I was so gone for him. The hair, the eyes, the goatee, the shirt... I still love him. Somebody give a name to my boy. (And I'm still mad that they didn't let him have a kiss with Velma. I know she was supposed to be gay, but if you didn't make her gay, and made her have a crush on Seth Green in the second movie, she at least could've had this beauty of a man...)

Both Robin and Maria from The Secret of Moonacre

Such an underrated movie. I loved Maria, she was so sweet and pretty and my little heart could barely handle the scene where she wakes up with curly hair (I couldn't find a picture.) And let's be honest, everyone who watched this movie had a crush on Robin with his stupid little bowler hat and smudged eyeliner. (Oh so that's where my obsession with men in eyeliner came from...)

Simon from Nanny McPhee

I still have a crush on Thomas Brodie-Sangster. He was my first ever celebrity crush. There used to be a giant poster of Nanny McPhee in the hallway of my elementary school and I used to go to that part of the school just to look at him. I had no other business in that part, I took trips to see him. I still would, tbh.

Audrey from Atlantis: The Lost Empire

She's cool, she's badass, she's pretty, she's witty. I was whipped the moment she came on screen. I loved that she was a strong female character surrounded by men and she was treated as equal. Same goes for Helga (but she was evil so little me drew the line there) and Kida too (I don't know why but I preferred Audrey over her. Maybe because the scene where she's taken by the crystal freaked me out a kid.).

Vinny from Atlantis: The Lost Empire

He's the funniest of them all. There's nothing else neccessary for me to develop a crush.

Cinderella from Cinderell II: Dreams Come True

Let's be clear, Cinderella from the second movie. Not the original, not third with the time travelling AU. This Cinderella was sweet but independent, confident and determined. And she had a great wardrobe. I loved her so much.

Linda from Rio

Specifically this scene. The part where she drives the motorcycle also did things to me at 13 but I was done for when she put on this costume.

Fly from Help! I'm a Fish

Now, we're getting into weird territory. For those of you who haven't seen this movie, for most of the runtime he's a fish. And yet, I had such a big crush on him. He was a hot fish, okay?

Mr Tumnus from The Cronicles of Narnia

I might out myself as a furry now, but I don't even find James McAvoy that attractive without the faun make up. MAybe I had a crush on him because of his personality. Let's just say it was that.

Nico from Rio

I know, I know, he's a bird. But have you seen the part at the party when he says "Party in Ipanema, baby!"? That's hot, okay? I might or might not have written self insert fanfiction about him and myself (as bird of course)...

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paladinbaby · 1 year

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lost time.

@creacherkeeper / this is me trying, taylor swift / paladinbaby / georgia, phoebe bridgers / @creacherkeeper & paladinbaby / the 1, taylor swift / night shift, lucy dacus / the house on the cerulean sea, t.j klune / paladinbaby / 14 lines from love letters or suicide notes, doc luben

[Image Description: Ten images of text.

1: “She twisted and sat on her bed. Naturally, her eyes found the rocking chair in the corner of the room where Onion had sat guard for weeks when she’d first gotten to Lost. She hadn’t known until Waylon remarked on it later that Onion’s visits were usually shorter, and few and far between. It hadn’t been clear to her at the time how she was supposed to feel about that. It wasn’t clear now.

She had given Divine her jacket, knowing she was going to be traveling with Onion for the next few weeks, and there was absolutely nothing to unpack there and nothing about the situation made her throat feel tight or stomach feel heavy whatsoever.”

2: “I didn’t know if you cared if I came back / I have a lot of regrets about that”

3: “He looked upwards at her. She sat as steady as she could be, leaning back into the headboard and surrounded by pillows. His hair brushed the edge of her leg. “I’m not laughing at you. You just say that everyday.”

“And I mean it every time.”

They bit their lip to stop themself from laughing again. “Course you do, clover.”

“You’re laughing!”

They pressed a hand to their mouth, trying to stop unsuccessfully. “Okay then, if you’re so set on leaving, least let me take you to the next place? Make sure you get there safe.””

4: Black text on a blue background. “Will you have me / Or watch me fall? / If I fix you / Will you hate me?”

5: A Discord screenshot. “lev: queerplatonic (enemies)

faun: this is sending me into orbit / I think they could be queerplatonic if they talked about their feelings even once

lev: THEY LITERALLY COULD / IF THEY TALKED. ONE SINGULAR TIME

faun: rivals (life partners) / what is an enemy if not a different type of life partner”

6: White text on a grey background. “You know the greatest films of all time were never made / I guess you never know, never know / And if you wanted me, you really should’ve showed / And if you never bleed, you’re never gonna grow / And it’s alright now / But we were something, don’t you think so?”

7: “Now bite your tongue, it’s too dangerous to fall so young / Take back what you said / Can’t lose what you never had

I feel no need to forgive but I might as well / But let me kiss your lips so I know how it felt”

8: “He’d accepted long ago that some people, no matter how good their heart was or how much love they had to give, would always be alone. It was their lot in life, and Linus had figured out, at the age of twenty-seven, that it seemed to be that way for him.”

9: “The sheriff had, for a while, needed someone. And now he knows well enough that it could have been anyone, but at the time he had thought she needed him. That they’d been in the golden dark together. Which was stupid of him. To assume something of her when she’d been so sick and so new and they aren’t sure if even their assumptions held weight anymore. It really was so long ago.”

10: “The ivy grew too fast. I searched in so many spots. It seemed impossible that I had missed one. But I never found it. How can something be there, and then not be there? How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?” End ID.]

#litstack #web weaving #personal #c: lost township #onion #the title of this one in my notes was don’t like at me 😅#*look #anyway blame luka who said I should make this

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