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shadowtriovibes · 4 months

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mind if i move in closer?

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Word Count: 2.8k

Rating: PG

Summary: sickeningly sweet christmas fic, loosely a continuation of the potioneer's apprentice (not necessary to have read to read this!)

“Do you want to borrow my scarf?” you ask him, teasingly preening as he glances over his shoulder at your new accessory. “It’s charmed to keep you warm.” Sebastian frowns. “Who sent you that? Ominis?” “No,” you say, throwing one of the scarf’s long ends across your shoulder. “Just this handsome fellow in Hogsmeade who’s grown quite fond of me.”

December 25, 1891

Christmas morning at Hogwarts is a surprisingly quiet affair.

Having spent many of your formative Christmas mornings in a Muggle boarding school before arriving at Hogwarts, you’ve grown accustomed to waking up to the sounds of eager whispers and excited squeals as the handful of holiday holdovers awoke to find a small array of presents laid out for them. Gifts were usually provided by the kindly heads of house who’d remained at the school during the break – many of whom were just as lonely as the children they watched.

A few oranges and sweets here and there, some secondhand books, perhaps a wooden puzzle for them all to share… It was always lovely, even during leaner years.

Of course, Christmas at Hogwarts was spectacular – massive fir trees decorated with floating baubles and shining ribbons lined the corridors, beautiful music drifted down from the Bell Tower, and the annual feast on Christmas Eve teemed with seemingly endless platters of food.

Your first holiday season at Hogwarts hadn’t been lonely at all. With Ranrok still at large and dozens of poacher camps causing trouble throughout the Highlands, many students chose to spend their Christmas at Hogwarts rather than risking the lengthy train ride back to London or hiking out to their family homes in nearby hamlets.

This year, however, there were only two Slytherins who remained in the castle over the winter break: you and Sebastian.

While the two of you had each been quietly pleased to learn that the other would be staying, you’d both been surprised to learn that even Ominis would be departing to spend Christmas with his family, per their demand. Before he left, he’d darkly insisted that he’d bet a fistful of Galleons that he’d be back before New Year’s Day if his brothers had anything to say about it.

While Ominis sulked, Sebastian had been the one to explain to you that the older pure blood families, many of whom shared your house, are especially traditional during the holidays.

Or, as he’d so bluntly put it, “All the posh ones will be traveling somewhere warmer, and even the snooty half-bloods don’t want to leave their little sprogs here with all the orphans and the impoverished.”

“That’s lovely,” you grumbled.

He’d merely shrugged and smirked, “At least we’ll have the run of the place.”

Christmas Eve dinner, at least, had been fairly lively thanks to a handful of younger Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors who delighted in joining hands and pulling open wizard crackers. Sebastian had insisted you keep the wizard’s chess set he’d received, as yours had contained a live turtle dove that had promptly flown off to roost in the rafters.

(Professor Black, who had also stayed over the holidays, declined Professor Weasley’s invitation to join the holdovers in the Great Hall, which Sebastian insists was the best gift he could have possibly received.)

The pair of you spent the rest of the evening in the common room, taking turns sipping from a bottle of spiced apple brandy Sebastian had managed to charm out of Sirona’s hands during your last trip to Hogsmeade. By the time you’d wobbled up the stairs to the seventh-year dormitories, you’d been unable to stop giggling while Sebastian walked you to your door.

“Get some rest,” he’d laughed, his cheeks flushed red from the alcohol. “Father Christmas can’t bring you presents if you’re still awake, can he?”

“Father Christmas, hm?” you ask, rolling your eyes. “It’s just the two of us, Sebastian. I think he’ll pass over the Slytherin common room this year.”

Something secret sparkled in his eyes, but he said nothing as you opened the door to your room.

Just as you’d turned around to say goodnight, Sebastian leaned in close and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Happy Christmas,” he mumbled. “See you in the morning.”

Before you could even exhale, he’d quickly made his way up the opposite steps to his room and firmly shut his door behind him. You felt warm all over as you’d changed into your nightwear and climbed into bed – not just from the brandy, you’re sure.

But when you wake up… There’s nothing but silence.

The fire across the room is muted with its usual silencing charms, the popping and cracking of the firewood kept quiet while you slept. There are no roommates eager to open gifts, no smells of Christmas treats like roasted ham or cinnamon pastries cooking in the dormitory kitchens down the hall, which you’d cherished in your old schools.

…But at the foot of your bed, you find a small pile of presents.

You smile to yourself as you sit up and rub your eyes, half expecting the delicate boxes wrapped in bright paper and gently curling ribbons to dissolve away as your vision comes into focus. When they remain, you dare to gingerly pull one into your lap, tracing your fingertips over the crisp paper wrappings.

The first parcel is from Augustus Hill, who’d sent over a fine woolen scarf charmed to remain warm and dry even if it collects falling snowflakes that melt against its magical heat. It’s a deep forest green and is wonderfully soft, and you can’t resist wrapping it across your shoulders as you reach for a second gift.

From your potions master Parry Pippin, you receive a fine set of measuring spoons made of polished copper – much more attractive and precise than the brushed pewter spoons you’d ordered from a supply shop in Diagon Alley.

Professor Weasley had even gifted you a box of stationery supplies that contained a set of quills, a few rolls of parchment, and even a pot of ink. A practical gift to be sure, but thoughtful (and quite generous, you think).

Your favorite gift is from Ominis, who’d sent a box of French candies with magical molten centers from a wizarding confectionary shop in Paris, where his family always visits for the holidays. Inside he’d tucked a note insisting that Sebastian had been sent his own box as well and you were not to let him coax you into sharing yours. You’d fondly rolled your eyes before pinning it to your ever-growing collection of correspondences affixed to the wall beside your bed.

Of course, you can’t resist treating yourself to a piece of candy or two while you change into a simple dressing robe and freshen yourself in the wash basin beside the fireplace. One tastes like cherries and brings a delightful pink flush to your cheeks and lips, and the other tastes like nougat and makes you whistle like a songbird while you pull back your hair into a loose braid.

By the time you wander downstairs, Sebastian is already poking at the common room fireplace, cursing under his breath.

“Happy Christmas, Seb,” you call out, tucking your dressing robe tighter around your waist.

“Happy Christmas,” he mumbles distractedly. “It’s bloody freezing in here.”

You smile to yourself as you take a seat on the cozy settee across from the fireplace. Sebastian has managed to rustle up some extra firewood, undoubtedly from one of the empty boys’ dormitories, to ward off the chill of the common room.

“Do you want to borrow my scarf?” you ask him, teasingly preening as he glances over his shoulder at your new accessory. “It’s charmed to keep you warm.”

Sebastian frowns. “Who sent you that? Ominis?”

“No,” you say, throwing one of the scarf’s long ends across your shoulder. “Just this handsome fellow in Hogsmeade who’s grown quite fond of me.”

To your delight, Sebastian’s frown deepens. “What? Who?”

“Oh, you’ve met him,” you answer, feigning indifference. “He’s rather posh, very stylish, always dressed impeccably… You and I saved him from a troll once, if you recall.”

Sebastian bites the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning when he finally catches wind of your little ruse. “Ah, I see. Just playing one of your little games with me.”

“You make it far too easy,” you tease him, unraveling your scarf and gently draping it across his broad shoulders. “There, that ought to warm you up.”

(Immediately your mind starts to wander off as it conjures up images of how else you might warm up your unfairly handsome friend, but you’re quick to chastise it into silence.)

“You’re too kind, love,” he says, that ever-present smirk still on his lips.

Both of you are silent for several long moments while you hang on to the ends of the scarf, staring up into his warm brown eyes. His gaze dips down to your mouth when you bite your lip, and just as you’re about to ask him if he’d like to walk you to the Great Hall for breakfast, he blurts out, “I have a gift for you.”

“You – a gift?” you ask dumbly. “For me?”

“Of course,” he says softly. “Er, I should warn you that it’s nothing big, but… I wanted you to have it, so…”

He trails off quietly, fidgeting with the sleeve of his robe.

“I have a gift for you too,” you admit. “I left it upstairs. Can I go get it for you?”

“S-sure,” he stutters. “You bought me a gift?”

“Don’t be daft, Sallow,” you tease him. “I made you a gift.”

With that you turn on your heel and march back up the stairs to your dormitory, snagging the delicate potion bottle shaped like a cloud with an indigo ribbon wrapped around its neck. You gingerly turn it over in your hands, watching as the light purple draught inside swirls around languidly.

Downstairs, Sebastian waits for you with a small box tucked behind his back. He looks slightly nervous, you think, so you decide to offer him your gift first.

“Alright,” you say as you take a seat. “First, let me just say that I had Mister Pippin check this to make sure I did everything right, and he said it’s perfectly fine.”

(In fact, Pippin had said you’d done a brilliant job, but you don’t want to oversell yourself before Sebastian has had a chance to try your brew.)

Sebastian eyes the glass bottle as you offer it to him, gently turning it over in his hands.

“You made this?” he asks softly, and then he grins and asks, “Did Weasley help you at all? Because I already learned my lesson with his ‘Fizzing Whizzbeer,’ thank you very much.”

“No,” you insist, biting back a laugh as you remember Sebastian chugging a bottle of Garreth’s experimental brew and being stuck levitating a few feet above the ground for an entire afternoon. “No, I made this just for you.”

“What’s it do?” he asks curiously.

“Well, it’s… it’s a sleeping draught, sort of,” you say softly. “It’s got lavender for comfort, and valerian springs for restful sleep, but I added cinnamon and a bit of shrivelfig to create peaceful dreams.”

Sebastian slowly tips the bottle back and forth, watching the thin liquid dance around the bottle. “Peaceful, hm?”

You’ve known about his nightmares for a while now. He doesn’t like to talk about them often, but he’s admitted that since that day in the Catacombs, he’s hardly slept a full night without being plagued by visions of those damned Inferi, of his uncle’s limp body, of Anne’s face…

The bleary eyes and wan expression he sometimes wears to breakfast after a particularly hard night tell you everything you needed to know, and you’ve spent the last several weeks visiting Hogsmeade after class to work with Mister Pippin to create your own special draught. Not dreamless sleep, but better sleep.

“I just thought… that you deserve to have some good dreams,” you mumble.

The corner of Sebastian’s mouth quirks up. “I do have good dreams, sometimes.”

(You miss the way he glances over at you, raking his gaze down the length of your body. You miss how it lingers where your dressing robe has fallen open a bit, showing off the delicate neckline of the thin chemise you’re wearing underneath.)

“O-oh,” you stammer. “W-well, I suppose now you can… have more.”

You frown disappointedly until Sebastian rests his warm hand on your knee, gently holding the bottle against his chest with his other.

“Thank you,” he says. “Really, I can’t believe you made this just for me. Merlin, it’s… it’s a perfect gift.”

His gaze is heated, and intense, and something about it makes you want to squirm, so instead you breathily ask, “May I have my gift?”

Sebastian holds your gaze as he slowly nods, only letting it break it when he turns to grab the box he’d hidden behind himself. With trembling hands you lift the lid to find a small silver badge inside, reverently tucked inside a nest of tissue paper.

Your hands go still.

“Sebastian, is – is this…?” you whisper.

“My family’s crest,” he murmurs. “You’ve seen it once before, in our fifth year.”

Gently, you lift the crest out of the box and cradle it in your hands. The heat from your skin quickly starts to warm the cool metal, and you trace your fingertips over the “S” hammered into the center of the badge.

“What – how–” you stutter.

“Earlier this year, Anne sent it back to me,” he explains softly, watching with dark eyes as you pour over the symbols that adorn the crest: a cauldron, a flowering tree, a pair of crossed daggers, and a crescent moon.

“Why?” you whisper.

“I’m still not sure,” Sebastian says hollowly. “She just sent the crest, with no letter. But if I had to guess, I think… I think she wanted me to know that she’s safe, but not where she is. Not yet.”

You clutch the crest against your breast. “Oh, Sebastian…”

“It’s okay,” he says, his voice going rough. “It’s – that’s what it’s for, the crest. I gave it to her to keep her safe, and she gave it back to… to tell me that she’s alright. If that’s all she wants me to know, then… then it’s enough.”

You shift closer to him on the couch, the flickering fire casting dancing shadows along the side of his face.

“Why are you giving it to me?” you ask him curiously. “It’s beautiful, Sebastian, but – isn’t it important to you? To your family?”

He swallows nervously. “I don’t… have a family anymore. Not really. Anne is out there somewhere, safe without me, but… you and Ominis, you’re my only family now.”

You let the crest fall to your lap before you throw your arms around Sebastian, burying your face against that warm scarf of yours he’s still wearing. You don’t have the words to say how much this gift means to you, but you think he understands when he wraps his arms around you, skimming one of his large palms up and down the length of your back.

“It kept Anne safe, and – and now it will keep you safe,” he murmurs. “I don’t… I’m not sure you understand how much you mean to me. I need you to be safe.”

“S’bst’n,” you mumble into his shoulder. “Y’re m’vry’th’n.”

He laughs softly and asks, “Sorry, what was that?”

You pull back just enough to press your lips against the shell of his ear, knowing that if you meet his eyes you’ll never have the courage to tell him how you’ve truly felt about him since your fifth year.

“I said, ‘Sebastian, you’re my everything.’”

Then the hand he’d cupped around the back of your head slides down, down, until he nudges his thumb along your jaw to coax you out of your little hiding place. His eyes are so dark, and the soft whine he lets out before he crushes his lips to yours is all the warning you get, but then… then he’s kissing you.

“Seb,” you gasp into his mouth, and then he lightly tugs on the tie around your waist until you shift yourself halfway onto his lap. It feels like hours go by just like that, just the two of you alternating between lazy, curious kisses and frantic, needy surges every time one of you lets slip another heated confession.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”“You taste incredible.”“I don’t ever want to stop doing this.”

Eventually, you let your head rest on Sebastian’s shoulder while he trails soft kisses from the hinge of your jaw down to your shoulder and back. He’s ravenous, he’d told you himself, but it’s not until his stomach growls loudly between your bodies that you even remember that other type of hunger.

“We’ll miss breakfast if we don’t leave soon,” you whine.

“Let’s stay here,” he murmurs against your neck. “We can eat those chocolates you got from Ominis for breakfast.”

“That’s… tempting,” you sigh distractedly, and then you pause.

Leaning back, you quirk a brow and ask, “Sorry, the chocolates I got from Ominis?”

“Well, sure,” Sebastian says smoothly. “He sent me a book on cursebreaking, but I can taste fancy chocolate on your lips, so I assumed…”

“You filthy liar, Sebastian Sallow,” you laugh, throwing your head back. “He warned me you’d try to talk me out of my sweets!”

“To be fair, that’s hardly the only thing I’ll try to talk you out of,” he drawls, sliding his hands down to your hips. “Namely this robe of yours…”

“Scoundrel,” you croon, leaning down for another hungry kiss.

(Ominis’ chocolates make a decent breakfast, even if half of them melt by the fire, ignored entirely while Sebastian makes good on his suggestion regarding your robe.)

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kittenintheden · 4 months

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No Thoughts, Just Vibes

Oh, you know, just a little Solstice/Midwinter treat for you. Enjoy!

Rating: E Pairing: Astarion/Tav (descriptionless) (BG3) Content warnings: PWP, PIV sex, oral sex, sex toys, tooth-rotting fluff

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Their adventures by night in Faerún take them all over, from the Underdark to check up on Astarion’s siblings and their new spawn charges to Waterdeep in search of potential arcane solutions for certain undead individuals with sun sensitivity.

In fact, they find themselves entering Waterdeep just in time for Midwinter. The magicked streetlamps of the place glow golden and are festooned with all manner of wintery decorations, which feel oddly out of place in the seaside city but have a magic all their own nonetheless.

It’s just past dark when they approach a wizard’s tower, having spent the daylight hours getting to know the tavern and inn down the way while the sun still sparkled off the water. Now that it’s safe once again, Astarion and Tav ring the bell near the tower door and are greeted with a series of chiming meows in the style of a popular carol.

“He really doesn’t have to try so hard,” Astarion says, smirking despite himself. “And yet.”

“Let him be the dork of his dreams,” Tav chides playfully. “He deserves it. We all do.”

On cue, the large door of cypress wood before them swings open and their wizard friend holds out his hands in the foyer of his tower, arms wide.

“You made it!” Gale says, beaming. “Come, come inside. Please mind Tara, she’s been quite taken with the mistleberry and has made herself sick more than once despite my gentle reminders .” He yells the last words toward the spiraling staircase and from a nook nestled high in the wall, he receives a hiss in response.

“Relateable,” Astarion mutters as he comes inside, but he accepts an embrace from Gale nonetheless, giving him a stilted pat on the back.

Truly, the lot of them are glad their adventuring brought them to Gale’s doorstep. It’s nice to be off the road and surrounded by modern luxury again, and the wizard’s gone out of his way to ensure their modest celebration is full of delights. He’s even procured a top-vintage sanguine refreshment for Astarion.

“Did you imbue this with clove?” he asks, swirling it in his goblet and giving it another sniff.

“Not exactly,” Gale says, cheeks rosy from his own imbibed glass of wine. “Were you aware certain herbal and spiced components cross the blood barrier when inhaled or consumed? Give the resulting blood a bit of an essence for a certain frame of time. Garlic is the most common offender, but I thought I’d skip it, in this case. This donation came from a dear friend in the spice trade. One who doesn’t ask many questions and frequently dabbles in certain other trades.”

Astarion blinks against the verbal onslaught, then turns to Tav and says, “Hold on. Is that why I break out in hives after you’ve put too much garlic in your food?”

Tav’s also delightfully tipsy and she raises her glass to him. “I love you, dearest, but I’m not giving up garlic for you. Some prices are simply too steep.”

The night winds on and on like that until eventually Tav nods a sleepy head onto Astarion’s shoulder and he guides her off to bed in the spare room at the base of the tower. He returns to Gale, who’s ragaling Tara with his own rendition of “Marvelous Midwinter” to her great disdain.

“So, Gale,” Astarion says, interrupting to give Tara an appropriately respectful scritch on her head. “I have a bit of a favor to ask, if it’s not too much trouble.”

“Not at all, my friend,” Gale says, swaying. “How can I help?”

Astarion reaches into his pocket and procures a folded bit of something. He hands it to Gale, who unfolds it and examines it with some curiosity before cocking a brow at him.

“Any possibility of, erm. Recreating something to this effect?” Astarion asks. “One tied to a command word, perhaps?”

“Oh, certainly,” Gale says, going into tinkering mode as he examines the object. “I would need a few components, but luckily I have them in stock, thanks once again to my spice merchant friend. A little bit of articifer ingenuity to craft an arcane battery, some relatively complex enchantment, and a… wait.”

Gale gives Astarion another look and the vampire tilts his head and smirks.

“Right, I’m not asking,” Gale says, eyes back on his new puzzle. “Give me a day.”

“Lucky we’ll be here for three,” Astarion says with a light laugh.

The morning of Waterdeep’s official Midwinter celebration dawns bright and mild, the sea breeze rustling through the thick curtains they keep drawn in the guest room to ensure Astarion doesn’t wake up with burns or worse. They doze in the double bed in their underthings, Tav draped across Astarion’s chest and breathing softly as she wavers in and out of sleep. He’d actually fallen asleep last night, pressed up safe against her, and now he smiles into her hair, tracing his fingers up and down her arm.

Eventually she stretches along the length of her body and yawns against his skin, resting her chin on him and looking up into his face. She blinks lazily and runs a finger over the length of his nose with a delicate touch.

“Morning, dear,” she says, voice still rusty with sleep.

“Happy Midwinter, my love,” he murmurs in return. “I got you a little something.”

“Oh?” Tav purrs, sitting up a bit. “Is it fun?”

He arches a brow. “I certainly hope so.”

Astarion tangles his fingers in her sleep-mussed hair and draws her to his mouth, kissing her deeply as she relaxes into his body, letting her tongue stroke against his. He rolls them both to their sides and hooks his leg over hers, taking his time as he lights up her skin in all the ways he knows she loves. She laughs, tilting her head back to expose her throat to him, and he licks along the column of it, though he doesn’t bite. He wants her fully aware this morning.

With one hand, he deftly undoes the clasps of her brassiere and tosses it aside. Her smallclothes follow quickly after. She hums, pleased, lazing onto her back as he kisses down her breastbone, palming one of her breasts and rolling his thumb over her nipple until it peaks. His mouth works at the other, teasing and swirling until she’s arching up into him and rubbing her thighs together.

“Is this my gift?” she sighs. “I like it.”

Astarion chuckles against the space below her breasts as he continues working his way down. “In part, I suppose. But not quite.”

He runs his tongue underneath her breast and then leaves her a moment to fetch something from the side table. She whines at his absence, but he doesn’t leave her waiting long. He rolls back over, slipping a ring snugly down onto the second knuckle of his middle finger.

She giggles. “Are you proposing to yourself? Fitting, honestly.”

“You’re cute when you’re lust drunk,” he says before he puts the weight of his body on top of hers, kissing her deep.

He hauls her leg up by the thigh, wrapping it around his waist so he has better access as he runs his hands down the length of her, gripping her arse tight before moving around to the front and teasing his clever touch between her legs. She’s already going wet, her arousal making for a smooth draw over her skin and she settles into it, a wide smile on her face, knowing she’s in a master’s hands.

Astarion grins. She has no idea.

He places his hand flat against her slit, cupping her and resting the ring against her in just the right place.

“ Deliciae ,” he whispers.

The ring sends a brief, rapid vibration through her core, just beside her clit, and Tav cries out in surprise, bucking her hips and gripping his biceps, her breath going erratic. She’s fully awake now, staring up into his face, wide-eyed.

“What in the hells,” she gasps.

Astarion gives her a light kiss. “I’d hoped you’d like it,” he says. Then, again, “ Deliciae .”

“Oh,” she says, her thighs shaking on either side of him as another vibration pulses through her. “Oh, dearest . Again.”

He's happy to comply, kissing her between her gasps and mewls, repeating the command word in a sultry whisper while he works her with his fingers in the meantime. His own arousal aches where it’s pressed against her hip and he gently grinds it against her for relief, just enough to keep his own head as he watches her break to pieces beneath him.

Tav rolls her head back and opens her mouth in a silent scream as her legs shake, incapable of holding back their shudders as a shivering, powerful peak comes over her under the little toy. It’s familiar but sweeter; her hips rise off the mattress and then slam down as she tips over the other side. Astarion feels her clenching and pulsing, strong and slick, and the entire ordeal is instantly worth it to bear witness to the unraveling. There is no pleasure, no greater high, than knowing he’s the one who brings her to this state. The one who has the privilege. The one she chose.

She blinks back to herself, a moan low in her throat as she tries to clear the spots in her vision. When she meets his eyes again, he’s panting himself, still rolling his hips to get some relief against her side. Her gaze clears as she breaks the surface of her pleasure and she growls, grabbing his face and bringing him down to her mouth, nipping his lower lip between her teeth until he whines from it.

“You liked my gift?” he whispers, breath quickened.

“Oh, yes,” she sighs. “Now let me give you yours.”

Tav’s hand snakes down their bodies to find his fingers and she takes them, slipping the ring off. He’s so dazed with lust that he lets her without thinking about it too much and gladly moves as she rolls them both until he’s the one on his back. Her mouth is so hot on his cooled skin as she places open mouthed kisses everywhere he likes – the space behind his ear, the place where shoulder meets neck, every rib on the way down. She spreads a hand in the center of his chest, over where his heart resides, and presses him into place as she licks down the line between his abdominal muscles.

Astarion’s cock twitches, throbbing against the weight of her body as she continues her path, and she uses her free hand to give him a rewarding squeeze and stroke, running the pad of her thumb over the split underneath the head. She gives his foreskin a little swirl, helping make sure it’s properly drawn down, and he thrusts up into her hand with a pleased murmur.

It’s taken time and significant gentle coaxing to get him to a place where he simply lets go and allows her to lavish him with attention. A lesson he’s forever learning, rewriting centuries of conditioning with care, with passion, with love. He closes his eyes and focuses on her touch, allowing himself the pleasures she’s happy to share with him.

With a slight jolt, he twitches when he feels her warm tongue follow the path of her fingers, rolling circles around the head of him and applying long licks down his length. Her fingers move to his sack, gently rolling his balls in her palm, warming them. She places a knuckle against the spot beneath them, kneading deep but gentle, finding the place that drives him wild.

“You are so good to me,” he sighs as she moves her mouth over his head again. “That’s so good.”

He senses her smile just before she swallows him down, taking his length halfway into her mouth and working him a few times before she pulls off and says, “ Deliciae .”

Astarion’s vision whites out as the knuckle pressing into his perineum sends a hard vibrating pulse through him at the same time she takes his cock in her mouth again. He gives a sharp cry.

“Bleeding hells,” he manages. “I… I…”

She pulls off of him, tears forming at the corners of her eyes, and says it again.

Pleasure upon pleasure crashes over him, lighting up his entire body as he writhes under her touch. She goes slow enough to make it delightfully tortuous, though it would be incredibly easy to push him over the edge in short order. She moves the enchanted ring, experimenting in different places – the base of his cock, the rim of his arse, the crease of his thighs – and each spot brings new sensations.

He’s an absolute mess by the time she draws back and crawls up his body, his hands weakly grasping at her hips as she sits up on her knees, gingerly reaching between her legs to hold his cock in place as she slides down onto it, both of them near sobbing at the sensation.

“I love you,” he manages with what little breath he can hold. “Gods, I love you, I love you.”

“Love you,” she breathes back as she rolls her hips hard against him over and again. “Love this. All of this.”

Tav rides him slowly, firmly, with intention. When they get to a point where they can’t help but pick up speed, grinding one another into oblivion, Tav lifts his shaking hand in hers and takes the ring from her finger so she can slip it back onto his, the movement reverent.

Astarion looks her in the face as he reaches down between them with his fingers spread over the base of his cock where they meet, resting the ring right alongside her oversensitive clit.

“ Deliciae ,” they say together.

They shatter in the same moment, eyes rolling back, crying out to the morning light. The waves of delight roll like the tide outdoors, rising up the shore and receding back to the great unknown.

Tav collapses onto Astarion’s chest and his arms are so very heavy as he lifts them to wrap around her back. They breathe, and pulse, and live. Eventually, he begins tracing soothing patterns along her skin.

He clears his throat. “I take it that’s the inaugural positive review for Gale’s potential toy venture?” he says.

“Oh gods, that’s where…” Tav covers her face with her hands. “Oh gods, I have to go out there and see him.”

Astarion laughs and she laughs with him.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x tav #astarion #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav #bg3 fic #smut mines #onlyfangs

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imgoingtofreakoutnow · 6 months

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your touch sets me alight, darling

Summary: After the battle with Lorroakan, you tend to Rolan's bruises, and some more things come to the surface

Pairing: Rolan x Tav

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: mentions of bruises and blood, hints at past abuse, light spoilers for Rolan's storyline, a lot of fluff and hand touching

A/N: hello! the tiefling wizard has charmed me and this is the result. I hoep you people like it, i apologize already if his characterization is not entirely accurate. Love you all!!!

Tagging: @tripleyeeet @elfinbloodbag @fictionobsession (if you don't want to be tagged, let me know <3)

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Rolan hissed sharply as you patted down his bruised cheekbone with a gauze soaked with alcohol. You winced in response, knowing too well the sharp sting of the disinfectant liquid on an open wound.

"Sorry about that." Your gestures became even more careful after that. "I'm trying to be gentle."

"I know." He inhaled sharply when the cold cloth passed again on his bruise, pressing his lips together not to emit another pained sound. "But your kindness doesn't make it hurt any less."

Sighing at his sharp remark, you shot him a quick and apologetic look before treating the following bruise that cut his features.

"I still don't understand why you didn't use a healing potion," you mumbled softly. "By now you would've been back to one piece already."

The wizard looked at you, one eyebrow raised and an unimpressed look in his eyes. "And waste a perfectly good potion on these insignificant bruises?" He shook his head with a scoff. "I would never do that."

It was your turn to press your lips together in a small pout as you focused back on your task. "I wouldn't call them that."

"Bruises?"

You met his irises, a golden ring decorating his black orbs. "Insignificant."

His gaze trembled for a second before falling to the ground. His eyebrow creased as a stone-like expression set on his face, however the pain behind his eyes was so vivid it almost broke your heart just looking at him. You wished you could’ve just let the cloth in your hand fall to the ground; let your fingers run on his skin, cupping his face and giving him the comfort that he so badly deserved.

"You don't have to worry about me," he murmured calmly, but his hands kept fidgeting with the ends of his tunic. "You've done more than enough already. It's done, I'm fine."

You lowered the gauze for a moment, leaning down to meet Rolan's gaze. "Are you, though?"

"I..."

His eyes locked in yours for a moment. His lips trembled open, moving silently as if they were trying so hard to find the right words to explain what was going on in his brain; what he was feeling and what he had felt before you had arrived.

To finally open up.

A distant voice broke through the silence of the room, rumbling through the walls and bookshelves of Ramazith's Tower, and the moment passed. Rolan cleared his throat, closing both his mouth and himself to you as he straightened his spine and shoulders.

"I don't want to talk about it." His gaze darted away to his fidgeting hands. "Not now, at least."

"There’s no rush."

Smiling gently at him, you discarded the dirty gauze with a clean one. After soaking it with some water from one of your many bottles, your hands went back to his face, gently wiping away the blood scattered on his sharp but charming features.

"I just wanted you to know that I'm here, if you need me,” you uttered softly. “To talk… or to distract you with my awful jokes."

Despite his gaze still lowered to the ground, the smallest genuine smile appeared on his face. You couldn't ignore the way your heart jumped in your throat like a frightened frog when his lips turned even so slightly upwards. You had been avoiding it long enough, that feeling that had slowly but inevitably grown since the first time you had met the tiefling wizard.

It was incessantly there, drumming from inside your chest like an innocent prisoner just wanting to be let out. And you didn’t have it in your heart to keep him inside any longer.

"Or…” you paused for a second, pushing through the sudden fear, heavy on your tongue, “whatever else.”

The words hung in the air between the two of you for a minute or so before Rolan reacted in any way to what you had just said. When he finally turned towards you, his eyes were as wide as those of a surprised doe, a wide-eyed look that lasted just a moment before it was replaced with a frowning confusion.

"Whatever else?"

You shrugged, meeting his questioning eyes not longer than the blink of an eye. Under his gaze, you felt a sudden heat blooming in your chest and slowly crawling towards your face. You tried to ignore it, focusing back on your task.

“Whatever else you may need,” you clarified in a rush of words. “Or want."

Nodding slowly, you could feel him following your every move as you put down the used gauze and reached for the bandages. "Such as?"

"How should I know?” you retorted, speaking quickly as a certain panic started setting in your chest. “Could be a book, a cup of tea…” – you paused, not one good idea crossing your embarrassed brain – “a warm blanket…"

Rolan narrowed his eyes, one eyebrow cocked up. "Do you think of me as some kind of grandad?"

"No, not at all!" you immediately blurted out, pulling your hands away from his face as a smug grin cut across his face, his sharp teeth poking through his lips. At that sight, the warmth beneath your cheek exploded, burning in your flesh and bones to an unbearable degree.

"I was just-”

You paused, not really sure where that sentence was headed. Lowering your head to the weight of your awkwardness, your hands fiddled with the wet piece of cloth, now stained with the tiefling’s blood.

Before you could think of something else to say – perhaps come up with a half-logical excuse for what you meant that wasn’t the actual truth – you felt a different kind of weight filling your hands. Rolan took the bandage out of them and wrapped his fingers around yours, letting them run gently across your palms, his claws tickling your skin just as much as his fingertips set it on fire.

"Could this,” he spoke softly as he intertwined his fingers with yours, an awkward and trembling smile pulling his lips, “be something you'd be inclined to offer?"

Opening your mouth to speak, not one sound left your lips. You were left speechless by his words and your heart, beating faster than a galloping horse, felt as though it was about to burst out of your chest and into his hands. That wouldn’t have changed much from how you had felt in the past weeks: he’d unknowingly had it in his grip all along, since that drunken, fateful night at the Light Inn.

"Only if you want it, that is,” he whispered gently, but there was a sort of defeat in his tone as you felt the grasp of his hands loosen on yours and lightly pull away.

“I do!”

You blurted out those two words so quickly your tongue almost knotted on itself. You pulled his hands back towards you – perhaps with a little too much strength, your heads missing each other by mere luck – and you reveled in his touch.

“Sorry,” you murmured again apologetically. “But I really do. Want this.”

With your eyes locked in his – desperately waiting for a confirmation, you let your thumb press and circle the inner part of his wrist, brushing against his rushing artery. “Do you?”

Rolan didn’t answer immediately. He simply took your hand in his and brought it to his lips, leaving a row of kisses along your knuckles. You held your breath as he softly pressed them into your palm before placing it on his own cheek. A quiet sigh escaped his lips when your skin touched his, the tension disappearing like snow under a shining sun.

“Badly,” he breathed, his voice a low rumble that shook you to your core.

You chuckled lightly, almost unable to control your joy, your thumb gently caressing his skin. “I’m glad you’ve come to appreciate my company.”

The tiefling smirked, leaning into your touch and towards you like a moth drawn to the fire. “I hope I’ll get to appreciate it even more in the future.”

“Rolan, that’s so disgusting.”

You both quickly pulled away and turned to the doorway. Cal, appearing out of nowhere, stood there, leaning against the open door with a grossed out expression on his face. You couldn’t help but compare it to a child seeing his parents kiss for the first time.

“There’s a door for a reason, Cal! Knock on it!”

Despite his angry tone, you could clearly see the wizard’s embarrassment painting his already red skin of an even darker shade. It was quite adorable to witness him so vulnerable but you had to push back the smile growing on your lips.

The other tiefling rolled his eyes at Rolan’s outburst. “If you really wanted to keep people out, you should’ve locked it.”

If looks could kill, Cal would’ve dropped dead. Luckily for him, Rolan still wasn’t that powerful, but you could feel the anger exuding from Rolan, electric like a lightning about to strike.

“I better go.”

Your whisper only reached Rolan’s ears as you quickly picked up the few bottles and bandages scattered around the floor. After shoving them into your bag you should have been ready to go but something was missing. Before losing the little courage that his words gave you, you leaned towards Rolan and kissed him.

It was quick and messy – didn’t last longer than a few moments before it was over, but when you felt Rolan press back against you – his lips opening and closing around yours – you barely managed to keep yourself from melting into his touch, let alone pull yourself away from his warmth.

“I’ll see you soon then,” you whispered against his mouth, ignoring the disgusted noises that Cal was still making as he turned away from the scene.

The wizard scoffed, his anger long forgotten as a smug grin danced on his lips. “It’s a date.”

#rolan x tav #rolan x reader #rolan bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 fic

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gottawritesomething · 2 months

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A God's Folly (1/2)

Scene of an unsettling conversation/connection between God!Gale and his Chosen.

Huge thank you to @ceasesanity for their GodGale Gif

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The God of Ambition’s realm had been chiseled into Elysium in painstaking detail. Spiraling towers of marble trimmed with gold reliefs. Dramatized carvings depicting his accession to godhood decorating the various buildings adorning the land. Many of them replications of the most ambitious constructions from Faerun’s history. Rumors among his followers suggested that there was a perfect recreation of Waterdeep somewhere deep within the bounds of the realm. The truth of it mattered little, when the concept seemed so fanciful.

The God of Ambition watched the Great Wizard haughtily from his ornate throne room. It had been an extreme act of generosity to even allow him entry to his realm. Though it provided a unique opportunity to turn Elminster to the ways of Ambition as he'd done with so many before. Mortal’s hearts and minds had proven remarkably easy to capture; there was always something they wanted that he could provide a taste of. A lost love’s eyes resting on them for a moment, an acknowledgment from someone they respected, the sounds of an applauding audience chanting their name, the bitter denouncement of a rival. These harmless promises cultivated their belief in him, elevating him to a source of inspiration. Demonstrating the vast possibilities at his fingertips that they too could share in, if they'd just put their faith in him. Elminster suffered no such wonderment or distraction; he’d been set to his purpose and no pomp or circumstance would deter him. The elderly wizard swept through the grandest of structures, libraries, gardens, and palaces without a moment’s pause. The God of Ambition felt something that might have once been annoyance as he assessed Elminster’s approach. But of course, Gods were above such pettiness, that lay with the incessant squabbling of the mortal masses.

“Elminster Aumar, Chosen of Mystra, you should consider yourself lucky I allow you to stand in my presence given the disrespect your goddess has subjected me to. Know that you enter my plane by my will alone. Though it is not too late for you to rectify your misplaced faith. Galerian creed could bolster your already formidable reputation to new heights, perhaps claim deitydom for yourself.“

Elminster bowed deeply, regarding the God with a resigned gaze. There, again, was the prickle of irritation; the God dismissed the frivolous feelings.

“Your magnanimity knows no bounds, my lord, but I come seeking your Chosen. So that we may broker a peace between the warring temples in Amn. I seek no quarrel with you.”

“And yet, a quarrel you may still have. I see no reason to quell the conflict. Even battle has its ambitious aims.” The God of Ambition reclined, feigning disinterest.

“If I am not mistaken, my lord, your worship benefits from living practitioners. The casualties from the schism have been significant enough that the city discusses closing both temples; I would never seek to deny your followers a place to worship.”

The God of Ambition considered attempting a laugh, unsure if he still knew how to feint a convincing one.

“Very well, she'll assist you.”

With blink, he established a calling portal before returning his attention to Elminster, a smug smile flickering across his features.

“You may attempt to turn her head, Elminster but she remains my most loyal follower, her Ambition is to remain at my side.” The God twined something carefully through his fingers.

A different man's life ago as they'd sat in a paltry conjured boat. Gale had asked her to have the best version of him, she'd told him that she could not, because to pursue the crown would destroy him. It had seemed she meant it when the God of Ambition first came for her. She could hardly look upon his visage and withdrew herself from his hold. But he'd been too new, too overwhelmed with the eternity now within grasp. He'd come for her too soon.

But soon, she'd returned to him of her own volition. She'd heard of the incorporation of their great love story into his expanding mythos. Initially, so full of fire and outrage. At the time, she’d not understood the need for it to be carved into temple walls. Or why bards composed songs about how no two beings had never been so suited. He explained the hope it gave his followers and all those who heard their tale. The appeal of the story of a man who had nothing and was nothing, pursuing the hero of Baldur's Gate. That she'd recognized in him, innately, this capacity of power, which he'd gone on to claim in her name. The embellishments, he’d assured her, only served to make it more inspiring. Still, she’d stormed, passionate and fiery. He'd eventually managed to settle her in a way he could never, while mortal.

By that point, his command over the Galerian Weave was absolute. In his expertise, he'd realized her connection to its very fibers. He’d hypothesized that their bond and the thoughts of her as he ascended had etched her within its structure. That despite her mortal existence, she’d somehow become fused with his Weave. As such he’d come to know her as deeply as he knew all Weave. Her innermost being now observable to him, providing him with her most inescapable truth.

The orb had only confirmed what the God of Ambition had already suspected: he had her heart entire. That she loved him senselessly, impossibly, that there was no action he could take that would remove him from her every beat of her heart. Her protestations falling away when confronted with this fact.

It had occurred to him how Mystra had demonstrated a decidedly ungodly naivete in seeking out mortal companionship. An attempt to recapture the part of her that burned away when she ascended, he suspected. He still held a fondness for his Chosen of course… She represented a facsimile of his mortal wants and life. He’d once entertained the thought that perhaps he’d called to her himself. That somewhere within was a wisp of the man he'd been, clawing and sobbing for her, an element he'd never successfully excised. But instead culled, preventing it from further dulling his divine senses.

Elminster’s eyes remained wary as Tav stepped through the God's portal.

She was dressed in exotic and delicate fineries, impossible materials intricately embroidered. The fabric shifted in color and flow around her as she walked. The beauty of the garment almost obscuring the exhaustion in her face.

Elminster explained the situation in detail, with Tav nodding slowly. With his summation done, the God of Ambition returned the ailing wizard to the tenuous grasp of his goddess, returning his full attention to his Chosen. Did they know how shatterable they were? That he dwarfed her not only in size but also in the sheer power at his fingertips. The glimmer within him would have screamed until his throat bled at the imbalance, if he’d paid it any heed.

“As ever my dear, I am sure you will do the Galerian faith proud. Though do keep an eye on Elminster, I feel his influence ring through some of my more far-flung sects.”

Tav nodded stoically. A flash of something pushed the God of Ambition to require more from her, to prove the tangibleness of their connection.

“Of course, I needn’t wonder about his influence on you.” He attempted a smile, Tav’s stony demeanor unleashing something unbecoming of a deity within him. “Not when there is such evidential proof of your love for me.” There was a flash of blinding light, and like a curtain lifting, a chain coiled upon the throne room floor, revealing its snaking path towards his chosen, traveling up her form to rest at her chest—at her heart. It glowed a pale blue, pulsing the heartbeat of Galerian Weave. The beat of both their hearts. Tav followed the chain with her eyes, the thin, impossible chain curled delicately around the orb’s scar as The God of Ambition wove it between his fingers.

He invaded her every sense, sliding like smooth water over her skin, raw power of his energy crackling over her. Noting the goosebumps that erupted on her skin. A whispered plea fell from his lips for only her ears.

“Tell me you love me, still.”

Her eyes fixed on his, the intensity of her sorrow and love mixing in an intoxicating blend. To feel so much and so strongly was so utterly mortal. At times, it felt as though she was looking beyond him, peering deeply into him as if searching for something.

“Of course, my lord.”

The God of Ambition wished she’d used his name, but for the moment, the need was satiated.

“Then go forth.” With a dismissive hand wave, he returned his Chosen returned to their mortal duties. The unease of their encounter soothed as the God of Ambition surveyed his domain once more. The delicate balance maintained requiring that not even a passing thought linger on the fact that the chain's end was not within his hands—that it, too, disappeared into his chest.

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LINK to Follow up part 2

#I liked other people's depiction of an alien inhuman God Gale better but the truth is I am not talented enough to pull that off #gale dekarios #baldur's gate fanfiction #gale x tav #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep #baldurs gate gale #fanfic #gale romance #gale x oc #god!gale #galemance #god gale

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sickly-victorian-boy · 2 years

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Last year, when looking through the offerings on the shelf of free books in my college’s library, I happened upon this gem:

I then promptly forgot about it until now, when I rediscovered it while unpacking the boxes I neglected to attend to before. yknow. the literal week before the semester starts.

Regardless, it is simultaneously so much better and so much worse than I ever could have hoped for. It contains instructions for the creation of lovely decor for any wizard tower, and while clearly intended for children, I will absolutely be making some of these myself, in part because I’m pretty sure obtaining this tome put some kind of curse on me and unleashing them upon the world is the only way to avoid getting sent to a hell dimension. Some of the treasures detailed herein include:

SOCK DRAGON FROM HELL

CHALICE OF HIGH CAMP

THE STRANGLING ORBS

and finally, my favorite, a self-proclaimed thing of beauty:

BALL STEALING DRAGON.

Are any of these items functional things that I genuinely need to use? Hell no. Are they things that could generally be considered “in good taste?” Hell no. Will my life be noticeably improved by making them? HELL YEAH. Also, I’m pretty sure that if I don’t make the sock dragon a physical form it’s going to peel itself off of the pages of the book and start haunting me.

Anyway, if anyone else has fond memories of low-quality themed children’s craft books from the early 2000s, is in dire need of some new decorations for their wizardly lair, or just generally wants to make any of this shit, let me know and I can DM you the full instructions!

#also there’s some kind of weird story trying to tie everything together which seems like it was a common theme in craft books from that era #or at least it was common in the ones I had #but I digress #wizard #wizards #wizardposting #wizardcore

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shiftythrifting · 9 months

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Long post, pt 2

A nice stein that I didnt get, a non-urn (i checked) urn looking decoration, wizard tower toothbrush holder, mustard.

It came with a mf'n spoon

Idk why but I love seeing ashtrays in a thriftstore

An old Zenith that got my heart racing with a record on the platter no one will miss. Did not get :(

#thrifting #shiftythrifting #submission #music and video #ashtrays #urns #mustard #mugs #furniture

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megs-98 · 18 days

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Petals and Poems

Ayyy, look who's back to writing ! :) only took me 6 weeks but that's okay coming back with a short fluff piece. it was originally my wip titled lounging about, but it kind of took a turn and the blorbos did what they wanted, hope yall enjoy <3

Pairings: Gale x f!reader

Summary: Gale is off to work after making you breakfast, so you decided to go shopping and leave some gifts for him to find once he arrives home. Also Tara is peak mom in this.

Tags: None, just two idiots in love :')

Word count: 1.9k

The breeze rustling the curtains and the smell of the salty sea air is what woke you this morning. The start of the spring season in Waterdeep. As you raised your arms over your head as you stretched you noticed that your love was not next to you in the bed. Sitting up on your elbows, you looked around the room, looking to see if he were out on the balcony or in the ensuite bathroom. You didn’t see him anywhere, but soon enough you realized where he was as you heard the clatter of pots and pans. Smiling to yourself, you finally removed your blankets as you walked over to the bathroom to freshen up for the day before bundling up in your robe and walking down the tower stairs.

“HONE–” You and Gale both rounded the bottom of the stairs at the same time as he was calling to you that breakfast was done, bumping into each other. You quickly grabbed his apron, a lovely gift from Astarion with embroidery reading “Kiss The Wizard”, and he grabbed your wrist, the two of you stabilizing each other. You heard a loud merow from Tara as she ran off after getting startled by the two of you. Between his fits of laughter, Gale gave you a kiss on the cheek and told you that he had prepared breakfast for the two of you.

As you entered the kitchen your nose was hit with the sweetness of berries, the yeastness of fresh rolls, and the savory smell of eggs with a side of cheese.

“This smells, and looks, delicious as usual, Gale. Thank you.” You said as you planted a kiss on his lips as he leaned against the counter. Gale hummed against you as he grabbed your waist deepening the kiss. You could feel his smug smile against you as you tried to pull away from him, laughing as you reached for his hands.

“The breakfast you slaved over is going to get cold if you don’t stop it.”

“As I’ve said before, my angel, you could sate me for a lifetime.” Gale responded as he winked at you before turning back to the counter to prepare the both of you a cup of tea. You rolled your eyes as you took a seat at the table to make yourself a plate. Soon enough, Gale joined you at the table with a steaming cup of tea as you both enjoyed breakfast, discussing the plans the two of you had for the day. Gale talking at length about the various meetings he had with other teachers at Blackstaff Academy and what he was needing to do to prepare for the upcoming term starting. You listened intently before explaining that you were just planning on going to the markets, specifically the flower market, to see what you could find then doing some light cleaning and reading upon your return to the tower. Gale excitedly asked that you show him whatever you buy when he gets home that evening.

“You’ve brought a certain sense of peace to the tower with your taste in decor, I can’t wait to see what you find.” You couldn’t help but blush as he voiced his adoration for you. It was something that still caught you off guard even though the two of you had been together for some time already.

You and Gale said your goodbyes to each other as he left the tower, sighing contentedly as you closed the door behind him. You made your way back upstairs with Tara to finish getting ready for the day. The two of you entered the shared bedroom and went straight to the closet as you discarded your robe. Browsing your options, you finally found some, hopefully, acceptable pieces. For being a tressym, Tara was quite the brutal fashion critic. You held two blouse options up for Tara after you chose what pants you were going to wear.

“What do you think, Tara, the pink or the blue blouse with these brown trousers?”

Tara circled your legs as she looked up at the two blouses considering the options very carefully.

She sighed a bit as she jumped on the bed. “My dear child, while you have improved in your fashion sense a bit since moving here, your choices are still abysmal. Trade the brown trousers for black and pair it with the pink blouse. The pink suits your features well.”

You did your best not to be upset because a winged cat just insulted you but you also appreciated her advice. She was a bit right, after spending years adventuring and wearing almost only armor during that time, you really weren’t sure how to dress yourself and definitely realized that being in the City of Splendors with Gale. You silently nodded and did as Tara said, getting dressed as she left, leaving you alone in the room. You slid on your boots, grabbed your coin purse, and left the tower heading for the market center.

You quite enjoyed walking through Waterdeep, it was so different to what you were used to, having only been in the Baldur’s Gate area before. Even your adventures didn’t take you far from home. The market center had been your favorite since Gale first took you there. All of the smells always hit you a few blocks before you reach your destination. The various spices, cinnamon, sage, rosemary, coriander, chilis, almost every spice you could think of. Be it sweet, savory, spicy, the vendors had it. There were also the fishmongers fileting their most recent catches of the morning. That wasn’t as nice of a smell, but the saltiness in the air from the ocean water helped get past the fishiness of it all.

Your favorite spot in the entire market, though, are the flower vendors. All the flowers you could imagine, from common flowers found in almost every Waterhavian garden, to rare flowers found in the far reaches of Faerun. You could spend hours sitting in the midst of the fresh floral scents that came from the lilacs, roses, even the flowering herbs. You found it very calming, and as much as you wanted to stay, you were there for specific flowers to decorate the tower with. You bought 3 large bundles of lavender, baby’s breath, and an assorted mix of primrose, varying from pink to purple and to white.

Happy with your purchase, you decided to make your way back to the tower. Humming as you walked along, you looked around and one of the various bookstores caught your eye. You decided it wouldn’t hurt to pop in and see if you could find anything for yourself and hopefully something for Gale. You were able to find a book that piqued your interest, a guide to the folklore surrounding The North and other areas throughout the Sword Coast. However, trying to find a book that you thought Gale might want was proving difficult. Every book you were finding you quickly realized that he either had a copy back home or read a similar book already. Accepting defeat you start putting back the books you had wanted for Gale, knowing that he would be happy that you found something for yourself. While putting the last book back, you see a small book that had been pushed behind other books on the shelf. Pulling it out, reading the title Whispers of the Muse: A Tale of Poetic Magic. A book detailing the story of a wizard, who turned his spells into beautiful poetry, and his journey finding love amidst an adventure. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as the wizard in the book reminded you of your own wizard. You quickly went to the shopkeeper to pay for your finds and continued your return home.

Gale announced his arrival back to the tower with a tired “I’m home, my love!”. He hung up his coat and set his bag down by the door, rubbing his neck as he made his way into the kitchen. With a wave of his hand, the candles came to life and he was surprised to see that he was greeted by Tara, sitting on the kitchen table, glaring at him.

“Mr. Dekarios! Have you any idea what time it is? The Mrs. waited for you as long as she could, the poor woman spent so long this afternoon cleaning the house and getting dinner ready for you.”

Gale looked around as he listened to Tara’s words and did notice that the tower was more organized and less dusty than he had previously left it this morning. He also noticed the bouquet sitting on the table next to Tara and a gift. He ran his fingers over the soft petals of the primrose and smiled as he saw his favorite flower, lavender, paired with your favorite flower, primrose, put together so beautifully.

“Thank you for taking care of her, Tara. I do truly appreciate it. I will be sure to show her my thanks, and apologies for returning home late, in the most appropriate way I can. Also, my dear Tara, please remember not to eat the lavender, it gives you the most terrible stomach aches.”

Tara gave Gale a low growl as she glared at him again, leaving for her spot on the couch with a harsh flick of her tail. Gale chuckled to himself as he reached for the gift that Tav also left for him, finding a note placed on the top.

Gale, I’m sorry I’m not there to greet you when you get home. It’s getting late and our bed is calling my name with its siren song. There’s a plate of dinner saved for you. I hope you like the flowers and the book. I think you’ll find some similarities between you and the fictional wizard. I love you and I’ll see you soon.

Unwrapping the book, Gale read the title and was immediately intrigued. He skimmed through a bit of the book before deciding it could wait til morning. He had the love of his life in his bed and he needed her.

Making his way up the stairs, he noticed more vases of flowers. The various bouquets adding fragrant pops of color all throughout the tower. Gale made his way to the bedroom and slowly opened the door. Slightly hoping you were still awake in bed, he peeked in, finding you sprawled out in bed, taking up as much space as your body would allow with a book laying open next to you. Admiring your sleeping form, Gale couldn’t help but thank the gods for you and him finding each other and falling in love. He didn’t know what to do without you and he didn’t want to go back to living without you.

Getting into his sleep clothes, he carefully got into bed, pushing your limbs back onto your side of the bed before pulling you into him for a cuddle. Gale was worried he had fully woken you up at first, as you had started to stir, but you sleepily pulled him in closer, placing a kiss on his chest where the orb was and went right back to sleep with a small smile on your face. Gale carded his hand through your hair as he kissed the top of your head, silently thanking you for everything you had done for him and saying I love you in every way he knew how.

#bg3 #gale dekarios #fanfic #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #tara the tressym #your honor they are in love

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nivasichakano · 26 days

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The final (for now) chapter of What Friends Are For

Astarion is decorating — or attempting to decorate — the downstairs rooms of the tower in the remaining hours before the guests arrive. He’d wanted them to feel like they were wandering a series of Feywild woodland grottos, but the foliage he’d purchased from the market looks a bit small and drab now.

He’s standing, frowning, one hand on a jutted hip, when Gale walks in. “Oh, it looks beautiful, Ast...”

“No, it doesn’t.” Astarion snaps. “You don’t have to be so damned chirpy all the time, you know.” He doesn’t know why he’s being so petulant but that’s never stopped him before.

Gale’s strong arms are around his waist in an instant, holding him from behind. “Uh oh…”

“Gale-” Astarion’s voice is acute with warning.

“He’s back…”

“Stop it-”

“He rises!”

“I’m not joking!”

“The very vexatious vitriolic vampire!” The wizard grasps Astarion’s sides, picking him up, tickling him, making him let out an ungodly shriek.

“Unhand me immediately! You’re disgusting! I want a divorce!”

Gale chuckles, wrapping him in a hug again, kissing the side of his neck. “Hmm, difficult to achieve when we’re not married.” His beard tickles too. “Talk to me, what’s on your mind?”

Astarion sighs. “I don’t know… I’ve never thrown a party before. I want it to look the way you described in your stories… I want it to look… perfect.”

He wants it to look like Evereska. But it had been hard enough to talk about that the first time round. Luckily, Gale seems to have learned to read Astarion like he’s just another of the wizard’s myriad books.

“How about this…” Gale whispers into his ear, sending a hint of desire rippling through his stomach. Over Astarion’s shoulder, the wizard waves a hand, gently turning them both in a circle on the spot.

As his gesture sweeps over the room, the space is transformed. The walls become silvery tree trunks bathed in moonlight, the ceiling a whispering canopy. Mist wreathes at their feet and curls through the woodland around them, punctuated only by a few floating paper lanterns. Astarion’s mouth falls open as water wells up from the floor next to him, turning into a gently babbling brook that rivers out of the doorway and into the next room, jewel-colored dragonflies skimming its surface.

“Better?” Astarion can hear the grin in Gale’s voice. For once though, the wizard’s hubris is justified.

“Perfect…” the elf breathes, spinning in Gale’s arms, wrapping his arms around his neck and rewarding him with a soft kiss. “Thank you.”

“It’s no more than you deserve.”

Astarion swats away the compliment with a lump in his throat. “We need to get into costume. Want to help me out of my clothes?”

He feels Gale stir against his thigh as the wizard hums appreciatively. “Lead the way, love…”

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#bloodweave #gale dekarios #gale x astarion #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x gale #gale of waterdeep #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #bg3 fic #bg3 gale #gale bg3 #bg3 astarion

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Works in Progress

Snuffles & Son - Sirius raises Harry and opens a shop that specializes in repairing cursed artifacts and places protection wards on family heirlooms. One day, an Unspeakable from the Department of Mysteries walks in with a cursed artifact from his cousin's confiscated Gringotts vault, requesting Sirius's assistance.

Rage Against The Dying Of The Light - In a universe where James and Lily Potter survive Voldemort's attack on Halloween night. Most of wizarding society is enjoying newfound peace after a decade of war, except the young heroes who fought the war learn you can never really go back to the way things were before

Be Not Afraid Of Greatness - A collection of Frank Longbottom stories

completed fics and one-shots under the cut

Marauder's Era/Jily

Unresolved Questions Of Wizard Cosmology - Ten-year-old Sirius and his father take a trip to the British Magical Observatory.

Those Whom The Gods Love Die Young - Once upon a time, four boys entered an ancient magical forest in Scotland. They loved life, the forest, and each other very much. Together, they become beasts of the woods and grow to understand the forest more than anyone else who had entered the magical realm before them.

Tree Cutting - Every Gryffindor in the tower heard Walburga's howler calling Sirius a filthy traitor. Lily knows what it feels like when someone you love calls you nasty names.

Career Advice with James F. Potter - Lily Evans is stressed about her career advice meeting but luckily James Potter is willing to share his expert advice on the matter.

A Decent Bloke - In the Hogwarts library, James Potter eats an apple while Lily Evans works on a History of Magic essay.

Perspective - Lily asks James about the Sacred Twenty-Eight. Lily also learns how soft James Potter's hands are.

Light Is The Most Glorious - James takes Lily on a journey around Hogwarts the night before the Christmas holidays.

Does Permanent Mean Forever? - It is James Potter's seventeenth birthday, and to commemorate the occasion, he proposes to the gang that they go out and get tattooed.

Your Friend, James - It is the summer before their 7th year, and Lily and James spend the entire holiday writing letters to each other as their relationship slowly changes from friends to something more.

Rumor Has It - Severus doesn't believe the rumors that Lily finally agreed to go out with James Potter.

A Happy Thought - The 7th-year Defense Against the Dark Arts Class learns the Patronus Charm. James is shocked to learn what Lily's Patronus is.

A Promise - James sees no problem that they are only seventeen and have yet to meet each other's parents.

Hold On To The Memories, They Will Hold On To You - Lily Evans is ready to spend New Year's Eve alone in her bedroom until James Potter flies in and offers her a midnight ride.

A Miraculous Christmas Moment - A married Lily and James Potter wander around a London Christmas Market. James misses celebrating Christmas in Godric's Hollow.

Comfort and Joy - Baby Harry helps James decorate the Christmas Tree.

Querencia - The time Lily, James, and Harry spent as a family in their little house in the West Country was far too brief, but it was overfilled with love, laughter, and, above all, life.

Jily Challenge Fics

Three Lemons and a Dragon - Once upon a time there lived a Prince named James who had to save his father's Kingdom by getting married. One day an older woman gifts him three lemons that will lead him to his true love.

Erasmus Lovegoods’s Guide to Brewing Love Potions -At the start of every school year, the Ministry of Magic distributed leaflets to all students taking potions classes regarding the regulations and legality of highly controlled potions.

I'll Meet You After Dark - An Alternate Universe where the Statute of Secrecy hasn't been enacted yet. Tensions between the magical and non-magical communities are high.

My dog said I can't go out with you - Lily had been waiting patiently for James to ask her out for the first Hogsmeade weekend of the term. Sirius insists she turn James down so Sirius can hang out with her instead. (it's all part of Sirius' greater matchmaking plan)

Lighting Era

Goodbyes and Surprise Greetings - Ginny's brothers have abandoned her at the Burrow while they go to school or leave the country. But then she gets a surprise visitor.

The Past is a Bucket of Ash - Over burnt photographs, Harry had a late-night chat with Sirius about his family history.

The Parting Glass - The last full moon, Moony and Padfoot spend together.

Next Gen

We're Going On A Hippogriff Hunt -Two young boys go on a hippogriff hunt in the woods behind their house. Teddy hopes James doesn't figure out he knows nothing about hippogriffs.

Am I To Suffer This Constant Stream of Interruption? - Teddy Lupin and Victoire Weasley go on their first official date. James Sirius Potter is now a third-year at Hogwarts and is able to visit the village.

A Wonderful Idea - Vic planned a very grown-up date for her and Teddy. Too bad Teddy can't ice skate.

It's All About The Timing - James Sirius Potter has wanted to ask Ellie Longbottom out since he was twelve years old. Unfortunately, he can never get the timing right.

Know Your Roots - Albus Potter is unsure if helping Uncle Neville repot moonwort plants is part of detention or a lame attempt at godfather and godson bonding. It might be both.

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #james potter #sirius black #jily #lily potter #lily evans #remus lupin #jily fanfiction #peter pettigrew #ginny weasley #neville longbottom #james sirius potter #albus severus potter #teddy lupin #victoire weasley #hp next gen

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incorrect-mtg · 7 months

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Flavor Text Highlights - Mirage

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Funny - Pacifism

For the first time in his life, Grakk felt a little warm and fuzzy inside.

Funny - Elixir of Vitality

“Eternal life or your money back.” —Unnamed Suq'Ata merchant, deceased

Emotional - Reign of Terror

“I don’t know what takes them; they die around me without time to scream.” —Scout Ekemet, final journal

Worldbuilding - The entire Love Song of Night and Day* *which I will put under a line break because it's super long AND I want to repost content from a Wizards article which is no longer available

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The full poem, taken from the article of the same name originally posted in 2003 on the wizards website (here) with footnotes explaining which cards quote it.:

Love Song of Night and Day by Jenny Scott

He (Night) / She (Day)

Wrap yourself in your best bright clothes, your red and purple scarves of silk. Run with me to the festival, where we will dance until sunrise. The dwarves will beat their funny drums of zebra skins and hollowed trees, while stiltwalkers perform, and the musician blows his bamboo flute.

And late in the night, the poets and storytellers entertain, delight us with their dancing words, as we listen, clapping by the fire. Enchant me with your tale-telling. Tell about Tree, Grass, River, and Wind. Tell why Truth must fight with Falsehood, and why Truth will always win.1

I will tell my father's stories: how the giant mantis fooled Death by holding still as a felled tree; how the elephants trampled the leopard cub, and its father, though he knew, killed nine goats instead;2 how pirates gambled with a djinn and lost the thing more dear than gold.3

Tonight we'll eat a farewell feast. Cold corn porridge is not enough. Let's peel papayas, pineapples, and mangoes, drink coconut milk, and bake bananas.4 We'll dine on crocodiles, wild birds, and turtles, perhaps a hippopotamus--if only you can catch it first.

I'll build a palace made of stone. Two hippo-headed guards will serve, and tigers carry in your meals. I'll capture flying zebras for your steeds, and fill the stable with every kind of unicorn.5 Butterflies and salamanders will decorate your garden.

I'll strand long strings of beads for you, blue, the color only kings may wear. I'll carve a soapstone lioness, a wooden box to lock it in, girded with sapphire amulets, ostrich feathers, ivory. These things will protect you while I'm gone, remind you of my love for you.6

Your voice resounds like a songbird's, every word is a sweet, soft song. When you run you're graceful and swift, sleek as a powerful panther.7 Mysterious chameleon, you're a thousand women at once, sharp and strong as a lioness, yet gentle as a striped gazelle.

On this our last day together, let us walk across the grasslands. Hold my hand and let's walk slowly, seeing everything as children. Let's walk on the Daraja Plains, where leopards hang from trees, dosing, tasseled tails swaying in the shade, near villages of tree-dwelling elves.

Glorious, to walk again across the savannah with my beloved. A lion walks commandingly, a general among his troops, camped the night before a battle. A snake, colorful and coiled, loops around his bough, mischievous, hanging over the village path.

We'll find termites in their nests, hard tall towers above the plains, and point-eared cats, taking their turns, guarding their many entrances. We'll find the basket-nests of birds hanging from the acacia tree. Rhinoceroses and dragons for once will let us walk in peace.

When lightning tears the sky's dark cloak and heaven's bird beats the water on the muddy plains with its big wings, termites and frogs escape their homes toward the lamps in the nearest village. Spiders dry themselves indoors, the spotted lizards that never fall from ceilings suddenly appear.

In the forest, fires light the sky as the black clouds unfold their weight.8. The black-and-white sacred monkey holds her children to her, and waits.9 Love, like lightning hits suddenly. It sparks the heart with blows of light, its fire extending, bends, expands, beats and breaks your hiding places.

* * *

Remember when we were children, herding the sheep together, leading them over the grassy hills with long sticks. Your silly songs made me laugh, and in the evening, you'd enchant me with your stories, lying on your back beside me. Even then my heart was yours.

I remember your sacred rites. You were so funny, so grown up, so stiff and serious, all arms and elbows. You went in a girl, but you returned a warrior. You marched back with the others-- your hair was cut, your eye tattooed with the red triangle of war.10

Tomorrow I must go, my love. I will tattoo my head with braids. My shield will bear a shining sun so you will always be with me. Inlaid with gold, it will shine like glowing embers.11 I will return with lizard skins for your sandals. Paint your eyes black and wait for me.12

I am the sun, you are the moon. Wherever you lead I will go, following across the wide sky, as long as I live and you love. Sun follows Moon until she tires, then carries her until she's strong and runs ahead of him again.13 I'll carry you, too, my beloved.

My love, we are not Sun and Moon. Instead we are like day and night. The old ones say Day is a woman, who works only while it is light. She herds her goats and catches fish, fills her fields with golden corn, shows her children what is just and protects them from the cobra.

Day loves Night, who works in darkness, walking through heaven's milky sky collecting stars with his quick arms, piling them into a basket like a child collecting lizards and piling them into her pot until the pot overflows with lizards, 'til the basket overflows with light.

Night wears a black cloak lined with fire, studded inside with gleaming stars. At dawn and dusk he spies his love. Across the rolling hills of sky, they glimpse each other--so briefly. They throw each other kisses, cry. Their tears spill over Jamuraa. Mixed with blood, they wash everything red.14

But once, with a magician's help, Time was stopped and Day stood still.15 Night spread over Jamuraa, wrapped Day in his dark cloak and held her. In their miraculous embrace, the two became as One. Until pulled from Day's arms, Night sank, commanded by the western horizon that always beckons him to come.

I won't give up hope, my love.

Our love is like the river in the summer season of long rains: For a little while it spilled its banks, flooding the crops in the fields.16 But soon it will evaporate with the dry heat. Like Day from Night, I'll live my life apart from you, just glimpsing you across the sky, because you cannot change, my dear, and nor can I.17

[1] "Enchant me…" - Village Elder, Mirage [2] "I will tell my father's stories… how the elephants…" - Wild Elephant, Mirage [3] "…pirates…" - Kukemssa Pirates, Mirage [4] "Tonight…" - early harvest, Mirage and Sixth Edition [5] "I'll capture…" - Zebra Unicorn, Mirage (note that "flying" was changed to "gentle" on the card.) [6] "These things…" - Remedy, Visions and Sixth Edition [7] "When you run…" - Panther Warriors, Visions [8] "In the forest…" - Flare, Mirage [9] "The black-and-white…" - simoon, Visions [10] "…you returned a warrior… your hair was cut…" - Zhalfirin Knight, Mirage [11] "My shield…" - blinding light, Mirage [12] "I will return…" - Femeref Knight, Mirage [13] "Sun follows…" - Chariot of the Sun, Mirage [14] "Their tears…" - Mortal Wound, Visions [15] "But once…" - Sands of Time, Visions [16] "Our love…" - Summer Bloom, Visions [17] "Like Day from Night…" - Unfulfilled Desires, Mirage

#magic the gathering #flavor text highlights #Love Song of Night and Day #mirage

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WEASLEY TWINS IN LOVE WITH A SLYTHERIN WHO WAS A CHAMPION AT TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT AND EVEN THOUGH THEY’RE FROM A FAMILY OF DEATH EATERS AND WAS ABOUT TO BECOME ONE (bonus points of reader is a Malfoy or a Snape) THEY SACRIFICE THEMSELF FOR HARRY

Just a thought 🤷 🙂

A/N: ok…hear me out…Y/N Lestrange?? And so it will be very angsty still bc like…Draco, and his parents watched their cousin and neice/nephew/nephice die…?? like?? ANSGT. I feel like i should get some extra credit for that idea. Sorry its so short lol Fandom: Harry Potter

Paring: Weasly Twins

Y/N Lestrange…moms a death eater…Dads one as well…oh. And you happened to be a Twiwizard champion. You were on the last task. Tying points with Harry Potter. You had been told by Snape to practice some curses and jinxes. Practice, Practice, Practice, thats all you did in the empty Charms room. But, you happened to be with a set of red heads. Fred, and George Weasley.

They, were as what your mother would have said, ’Blood Traitors.’, but they happened to be your best friends.

They were cracking jokes, smiling and every once in a while, making a flirty comment. But, you guys do that all the time. So, you thought nothing of it.

„If i win, you guys can have the gold. I wont need it. You guys want to start…what was it callee?”, you said, the light in their eyes gleam with joy. Of course you knew what their dream store was to be called. Fred got up, towering over you and grinned ear to ear. „Weasleys Wizard Wheezes!”,he exclaimed with a very joyful tone, he was just pleased.

„There will be pranks, jokes, fake wands! You name it, we got it!”, George said, coming right behind you. They were so passionate about it. Loving every second of thinking of it. You couldn’t help but smile and get intrigued.

Soon, you were called down to see your family who had come to see you compete. You were surprised. They wouldn’t have let your mother and father come see you?

But, instead of seeing your own mom. Lucius Malfoy. Your uncle, right beside him was his wife. Your auntie. You grin and walked up to them. ”Uncle, Auntie. What are you doing here?”, you asked, you noticed he was shooting daggers at Mrs, Weasley.

“We came to watch you in the last task of course!”, beamed your aunt. You couldn’t help but grin at the thoughtfulness. „Bella sadly couldn’t make it…due to…circumstances.”, your uncle said. You nodded.

You had took them to the Slytherin common room, talking about your second task. Saying you came in second place. They happened to be pleased about it.

You did happen to keep out that you had two hostages. Fred and George. You didn’t think your family would be too pleased about hearing how your most missed item would be the family of blood traitors.

You ate lunch, then you got ready. You met up with the twins before you were sent to be let out. „If you die i’ll kill you.”, George said jokingly. Giving you a hug goodbye. „I swear Y/N. You better come back alive, sure, loose a couple limbs. But as long as ya got the galleons.”, Fred said, of course you knew he was joking. You hugged him too. You sighed softly.

„I’ll be back boys.”, you grin and then, you had an idea. You had stood on your tiptoes, and kissed Freds cheek. Then, you turn to George, kissing him and letting go of them. They were both flustered. But had the smuggest looks plastered on their face.

„Bye! I love you!”, you said to them, they grin and Fred leans against George. „We love you too.”, George said. Then once you were our of sight, The of course high fived.

This was it. The moment to see who wins. You stood by Harry Potter. You held your breath as you looked at the crowd. Soon, you were told to enter the Maze.

You walked in, the hedges were decorated by thorns and sharp leaves. You turned right, left, straight, left again. You then saw something unfamiliar. But, it came out of your mind when you heard a blood curdling scream that sounded dreadfully lime Fluers.

Out of instinct, you shot up red sparks and continued to go. You soon saw Krum. You fought with him. He seemed to be cursed. Then, you saw Harry. He helped fight off Krum, than you guys both ran. You then stopped at a corner. The glimmer of the cup.

You and Harry raced to it. Soon, a vine wraped it’s way around your right ankle and pulled you down. „Harry!”, you screeched as you claw the ground. You saw as he stopped, looked at you, then the cup.

He then ran after you and yelled a curse at the plant. It let go and you got up. „Thanks.”, you said and looked at him. „Anytime.”, he responded with.”

You then both looked back, only to be faced with a horrid darkness. You both sprinted to the cup. „You take it! You saved me!”, you said and he looked at you. „No, you should have it. i wasn’t supposed to even be in this!”, he replied. You guys bickered back and forth. „Together?”, you said and he nodded. „One, Two, Three!”, you both say in sync.

You arrived in a grey graveyard. You got up and then looked around. „Harry! The cups a portkey!”, you say. Smiling to yourself. Harry, looked scared.

„Y/N, get to the cup!”, he said and you didn’t obey. Then, you saw something. something…familiar. Wormtail. „Ah…Y/N…how nice of you to join us..”, you heard the dark lord say. But no where to be seen. „Now…be a good kid and bring me Harry Potter..”, He said and you looked at Wormtail, than harry. „No. You can’t kill him!”, you had said.

You knew he was angry. You should never mess with The Dark Lord. „No…? Well…Y/N…you should know by now that i dont take ’no’ for an answer.”, He said and then whispered something that was horribly along the lines of ‘Kill them’.

The last thing you saw was a green light, and Harry screaming your name. Everything went black.

The twins had saw Harry return. They had smiled when they saw you with him. But something wasn’t right. You looked pale, you didn’t move an inch. They both squint their eyes. You were dead.

Echo’s of screams and gasps filled the air. Fred and George ran down and pushed people. „No! Thats Y/N! Thats our Y/N!”, they scream as they ran and fell beside you.

„No no no…”, George said as he moved your hair. the first time they had cried in a long while. ”No! Goddammit! Don’t leave…please..please don’t leave us..”, Fred said as he held your lifeless face.

They couldn’t believe it. The person they loved, admired, adored. Gone, Killed. They were in tears. „My sweet baby…who did this to you..?”, George asked, a crying Harry answered one word. „Voldemort.”

Fred had kissed your cold lips. Sniffling. George did the same. They couldn’t let you die in vein. They had one thing in their mind. They were going to kill Voldemort. And they wouldn’t stop until he’s dead.

Because that night, he took their beautiful angel away. And they were going to take his life.

#Fred #fred weasly x reader #harry potter #harry james potter #harry potter x reader #George #george weasley #fred weasley x reader #harry potter smut #hp imagine #fred weasley #weasley twins

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Unlikely familiar - Chapter 5

Pairing: God Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Magic/royal AU, fluff, romance, soulmates, falling in love, God Levi, wizard Hange, witch reader, emotional, hurt, mentions of blood, mentions of harm, angst.

Concept: You see Heimdall off but he leaves you with some interesting information about Levi. You confront Levi about Heimdall, but things don't go well and Levi reverts back to a dragon-like hybrid and lashes out at you before disappearing. Hange comforts you in the days without Levi at your side. You and Hange make the trip to the city to start your mission to prove Levi was framed.

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Part 6

The morning light filtered through the window, basking your body in a soft glow. Loving lips decorated your back as raven hair lightly tickled your skin. A shiver consumed you as the last of your soulmate’s seed entered you. Warmth tingled through every inch of you and Levi. His body stilled against yours. His warm muscular body covered yours fully. A smile spread on your lips as Levi’s soft deep singing voice soothed you. You hummed along to his ancient song in his old language.

You sighed when he finished. “That was beautiful. What was it about?”

Levi kissed your neck. “It’s a love song. Tells the tale of lovers united by their souls. My people wrote it about us.”

Your cheeks burned. “I can’t believe it. You’ve been waiting for so long for me.”

Levi licked your shoulder. “I have and I am blessed to have you. I want to keep you forever.”

“Can I roll over?”

Levi pulled himself out of you and raised his body so you can turn under him. He lit up when you rolled under him and faced him. He lay against you again and started showering your face in kisses. “You are a gift. You are my everything.”

You cupped Levi’s face and smiled softly. “And you are mine.”

He closed his eyes and nuzzled against your hand. He smiled and purred a little. “I can’t wait to make you a goddess.”

“I look forward to it too.” You peered over at your bedside table to see the floating crystal light up. “Hange?”

The crystal pulsed along with Hange’s voice. “Hate to interrupt you both, but Heimdall will be leaving soon and he will want you to see him off.”

You sighed. “I’ll be down in a bit.”

“Got it! See you soon!”

Levi growled. “I don’t want you going.”

You shuffled a little and managed to escape Levi. “I greeted him here so I will see him off.” You slipped your underwear on before putting on a long flowing summer dress. “Once he’s gone we don’t have to deal with him ever again. It’ll be just you and me.”

Levi clicked his fingers so he was dressed. “And Hange.”

“Yes, but she’s having fun in her tower and she loves learning about you and your past.” You blushed a little. “I love learning about you and your past.”

Levi held your hand. “I love teaching you.” He pulled you close and began dancing with you. “I want us to connect. So telling you about everything makes me happy.” He cupped your face. “You’re my life.”

You leaned closer and kissed him. “Love you.”

“I love you so much.” He lifted you and twirled you around the room with him. He smiled and tapped his forehead against yours. “I am beyond happy.” He carried you through the castle. “I was thinking after this we might go to my world.” He blushed a little. “I wish to see my mother and introduce you.”

“I’d love that.”

“I’m glad.” He placed you on your feet and sighed. “Say goodbye then.”

You kissed Levi’s cheek before walking out of the castle and approaching Heimdall. “Have a safe journey.”

Heimdall smiled at you. “Thank you. We’ll try our best to stay safe, but you never know with the roads.” He released a sigh and glanced over at Oleander. “He has been sheepish since yesterday. Did your conversation go well?”

You stared at Oleander for a bit. “Yeah, it went well. I finally got him to listen to me.” You huffed a sigh. “Took a lot though.” You fiddled with your dress a little. “Anyway, I hope all is well when you go to the city.”

Heimdall hummed and paused a moment. “May I speak with you about the city and the mages of light?”

“I’m not joining.”

He let out a long sigh. “I understand that, but you must come at some point to the mages of light to sign off on not being a part of us. You also need to meet with the royal family and notify them about yourself.”

You frowned a little at his words. “Why does the royal family need to know?”

“They keep a record of all magic users for the safety of the common person. Us magic users are powerful and we register ourselves with the kingdom. We’re also rare.” He gazed at the guards. “The guards use stones in their weapons and armour charged by our magic. We’re powerful people, powerful and dangerous.”

You hummed in response. “Can’t I just write a letter?”

“I suppose you could, but it would be politer to address them in person.” He reached over and caressed your cheek. “Why are you so against it? Do you hate us so much?”

“I don’t hate you.” You ruffled your hair. “It’s just I don’t feel welcome. I tried to be a part of them, but I was rejected.” You shrugged. “I found my own home and my friends.”

He nodded. “I understand that, but you really should visit.”

You hugged yourself. “This isn’t some ploy, is it?”

“No.” He placed his hand on your shoulder. “I’m simply helping you. If you do as I suggest it’ll be the end of it all. No one will come out here to bother you after.”

You hummed in thought. “I supposed you have a point there.”

“Plus, there might be something in the mages of light library about what happened here.” He smiled as you perked up. “Don’t you want to know why this land is cursed?”

You gulped hard at the suggestion. “It’s not cursed. It’s all misunderstood.”

Heimdall leaned closer and whispered. “I am not as slow as the others. I am aware your lover is not whom he seems. I am very certain he is linked to the God who was locked here. He might have filled your head with lies, such as he was hurt and punished here wrongfully. You need the whole story and not one side.”

You gazed at Heimdall. “You know more?”

“I know some, but I also know the royal family do and there are ancient texts in the library.” He smiled a little. “I want to protect you, that’s all I want. Please come and I’ll help you with your research no matter what you discover. If you find out he was wronged, then I will help you set things right. However, if we find out he was the bad person then you must accept the past.”

You nodded. “Yes, you’re right. I will arrange a time to visit. I have a few things I must do here.”

Heimdall looked to the castle at Levi in the doorway. “I will leave you with one last thing.” He looked down at you. “Ask your man about a woman with hair as red as fire and eyes as blue as the ocean. Her name is Freja.” He bowed to you before climbing into his carriage. “When you visit we will have a few dinner and lunch dates together. I will see you soon.”

You waved as the carriage door closed and moved off. “Bye.”

Oleander slowed down on his horse and looked down at you. He called your name sternly. “I accept your reasoning and acknowledge my wrongdoings. I hurt you and I am ashamed of my actions. However, I will not give you up lightly. I will become a better man in the city and seek you out soon. Until next time.”

You pouted as he rode off. “Honestly, he’s so stubborn.” You huffed a sigh. “Freja, huh…”

Levi flew towards you and wrapped you up in his arms. “My love!”

You squealed in delight. “Hello, Levi.”

He put you down and nuzzled the crook of your neck. “I have ideas for us ‘cause it is summer soon and it is so nice and warm!” He cupped your face and kissed you. “There are so many wonderful things for us to do.”

You hummed a laugh. “I have a few ideas too.” You cleared your throat. “Anyway, can I ask you something?”

He nodded as he played with your hair. “Of course.”

You sighed. “Do you know a woman with hair as red as fire and eyes as blue as the ocean?”

Levi stepped back from you as the scales started to grow back and the horns slowly grow up out of his head. He snarled a little showing his canines. “I. Don’t. Know. Her.”

You gulped hard. “Are you sure?”

“Yes!” He snapped at you as his claws grew. “I don’t know her!”

You reached for him. “Levi, are you okay?”

He looked at his hands making his eyes widen. He covered his face with his claws. “No…no, no, no.”

You placed your hand on Levi’s back. “My love? Are you okay? Was it because I mentioned Freja.”

Levi swatted at you and snarled. “Don’t touch me you harpy!” He glared at you when he saw the redhead in you laughing at him. “I hate you!”

You had fallen back on the floor with blood coming from your arm from Levi’s claws. “Levi?”

Levi launched at you and wrapped his clawed hand around your neck. “Curse you, Freja!”

You reached up and touched his cheek. “Levi.”

Levi’s red eyes turned to his steel blue ones. His eyes widened when Freja faded from view and you lay below him. He pulled back and looked at his hands. “What…what have I done?” He put his head in his hands. “I’m cursed. She…she still has a hold on me…I thought I was free.” He looked down at you to see a claw mark on your arm and bruising on your neck along with a claw cut. “My love…my soulmate…” He stumbled away from you. “I’m sorry.”

You sat up and reached for him. “Levi, it’s okay.” You crawled closer. “It’s okay.”

He cried with his head in his hands. “I hurt you. I’m a monster! My soulmate.”

You took Levi’s hands. “Levi, I love you. I love you so much. I had no idea about this woman.”

“I hurt you.”

You kissed his clawed fingers. “I’m okay. You can heal them. You always take care of me. I’m not scared of you. I love you.”

Levi shook a little. “Who told you about her? Was she in a dream?”

“Heimdall told me.”

Levi’s blood ran cold. “He…I knew it…Fritjof.”

You frowned. “Fritjof? Levi, I don’t understand. Who is Fritjof and Freja? What do they have to do with you and Heimdall?”

Levi groaned as scales rippled over his back. He cried out in pain as he started to lose himself in his rage. He slammed his claws into the dirt and snarled. He glanced at you as tears ran down his cheeks. He whimpered your name. “I have to go…you’re not safe.”

You dove for him. “Levi!” You slammed against the ground as black smoke wafted around you to reveal Levi was gone. “Levi?” You leaned up as blood trickled down your arm and neck. “Levi!” You welled up. “LEVI!” You got up and began running around. “Levi!” You flew up into the air and moved over the woods. “Leviiii!”

Hange ran out of the castle as the weather took a turn. She cried out to you. “What happened? Come down here!”

You dropped from the sky and landed on your shins as you cried. “He’s gone!”

Hange ran over to you. “Who’s gone?” She gasped when she saw your drying blood. “What happened to you? You’re hurt!”

You shook and sobbed as you told Hange about what happened. “I messed up! I want him back!”

Hange held you against her. “I think he left to protect you. It might be he was about to lose control. He left to protect you from further harm.” She cupped your face and softly said your name. “Levi loves you more than anything in this world. He did what was best for you both.” She rubbed your tears away. “You know what we should do? While he is gone we should research as much as possible so we can find out who Fritjof and Freja are and help Levi.”

You nodded and sniffed. “Yes.”

She smiled a little. “Now, let’s get you inside and try to heal you up.”

“Yes, Hange.”

You sat in front of Levi’s altar now covered in flowers and other offerings. You’d come every day to place something down for him and pray to him. Your heart hurts because you missed him so much. Levi had been gone for two days now and you weren’t sure what to do. You wanted to tell him how much you loved him and how you adored him. You wanted to shower him in love, you wanted to show him you loved him no matter what and that you were okay.

“You’ve been here for hours.”

You gazed at Hange. “Yeah, sorry.”

Hange smiled softly. “Don’t be sorry. You miss him and you want him here.” She sighed. “He’s doing what he needs to do.��

You hummed in thought. “Yeah.”

She grabbed your hands and pulled you to your feet. “Let’s go for a hike up the mountain.”

You hummed. “Sure.” You walked with Hange back to the castle and packed a bag each and changed into walking shorts. “Máni? Come.”

Máni pounced onto his paws and trotted alongside you. His tail wagged happily as he walked with you and Hange up the mountain path slowly. He saw you were getting tired and slow, so he placed his big head against your bum and pushed you up the path. Máni was a part of Levi and Levi was using him to keep an eye on you and see how things were. He wanted to help you.

You wobbled on your legs and fell to the floor. “I-I can’t.”

Hange hurried over to you. “Oh, honey.”

You sniffled. “Why does it hurt so much?”

Hange cupped your face as her crystals glowed. She closed her eyes and sent her power into you. “May this warming glow heal you.” She tapped her forehead against yours. “You can make it to the top. When we get there, you’re going to love the views so much.” She wiggled your face in her hands. “You lived before him, you can live after.”

You fought your tears and stood up. “You’re right.” You huffed. “I can do it.”

“Good girl.”

You clutched your chest and whined. “I’ve got this.” You trudged on ahead. “I can do this!” You panted and kept climbing. “I can do this!”

Máni ran after you. He caught up with you and made sure to stay behind you at all times. He kept an eye on you and made sure you were safe. He saw you walk near a slope towards a cliff edge. He ran closer and bit the back of your shirt and dragged you away.

You stumbled a little and frowned. “I’m okay, Máni. You don’t need to help me, but thanks anyway.” You stopped by a cliff and looked up. “I guess we need to go up.” You scooped Máni up and flew up. “Oh, Hange?”

Hange smiled at you. “I’ve got it! I’ll use my crystals! Keep going, okay?”

You flew up and landed on the top of the mountain. You put Máni down and walked to the edge and looked out at the land. You smiled a little as you felt overwhelmed by the pure beauty of the place. Vast rivers, rolling hiss and trees for miles. It was a land full of life and you knew it was blessed by Levi.

You welled up a little. “It’s so beautiful. His land is perfection.” You sat down and sighed. “I wish he was here with me.” You smiled as Máni sat next to you before lying over your lap. You fussed his head and hummed the song Levi had sung to you the last morning he was with you. You held your hand out as your magic swirled and formed a Levi. “Where are you, Levi? How do I get to you? How do I love you the right way?” You looked down at Máni. “Did I do something wrong?”

Máni lifted his head and whined at you. He wanted to tell you how wrong you were. He wanted you to know how Levi felt and how Levi was Máni in a sense. Levi was using Máni to be with you slightly. He wanted you to know that he so badly wished to be in your arms, but he looked like a monster. He felt like he couldn’t face you right now.

Máni leaned up and licked your cheek as you cried a bit. He whined when you hugged him tightly. He closed his eyes and wished he was there with you so he could heal you. He was thinking that at least he could be there for you in your time of need. He was glad that you weren’t alone.

Hange squealed as a vine shot her up in the air. “Too high!”

You released Máni and flew up to Hange. “I’ve got you.” You hugged her and flew her down. “You’re safe with me.”

She sighed when her feet touched the ground. “Thank you.”

“Sit with me.”

Hange sat down next to you and smiled at the views. “This is incredible.” She laughed. “We live in a beautiful land, huh?”

You smiled softly. “We do.”

She took her bag off and rummaged around in it. “These magical bags are a nightmare.”

You watched Hange dive into the small bag before pulling out and putting out hot tea, snacks and a few books. “I love them.”

“They have their uses, but I can never find anything in them.”

You poured a cup of tea and hummed a laugh. “You’re funny.”

She took her tea from you. “You know, I’m surprised Máni is with us?”

You sipped your tea. “Why?”

“Well, didn’t Levi confirm that Máni is him?”

You cupped Máni’s face and wiggled. “He says that he uses Máni to see into this world, but I don’t know if Levi is using him right now.” You gazed deep into the wolf’s eyes. “Levi, if you are looking at me right now, give me a sign.”

Levi gazed at you through Máni’s eyes but did nothing at all. He just kept gazing at you before he whined and nuzzled your hands a little.

You kissed the end of his nose before rubbing your forehead against Máni’s. “I love you, Levi. I love you.”

Hange rubbed your back. “I’m sure he knows.”

You pulled from Máni and smiled at Hange. “I hope so.”

Máni stared at your bound-up arm. He sniffed the air and smelt blood. He nuzzled your arm and sniffed more allowing him to locate the smell of blood on your arm.

You smiled and fussed Máni. “I’m okay. It was a simple scratch. It’ll heal.” You reached up and touched your neck. “All wounds heal with time.” You downed the last of your tea. “It’s so wonderful up here.”

Hange ate a bit. “Mm, we should build something up here.”

“What’s that?”

She shrugged. “Don’t know. Oh! Maybe like a tower or an observatory?”

You hummed in thought. “I don’t think a tower would be good as the wind might knock it down, but an observatory would be fantastic.” You smiled. “We could gaze at the stars up here.”

“That’s what I was thinking.”

“Perfect.” You lay back and sighed. “It’s nice up here.” You smiled as you watched the clouds go by. “I feel free up here.”

Hange lay back next to you and sighed. “You’re right. That cool summer breeze too.”

You closed your eyes for a moment. “I feel so relaxed.”

Hange frowned a little. “Really?”

You hummed. “Like I’m being held.”

Hange leaned up and looked down at you to see that was exactly what was happening to you. She smiled at seeing Levi’s black smoke drifting over your body just a little as if he was holding you from afar. She hummed a laugh and locked eyes with Máni to see the red glow in them. Hange smirked a little. She lay back and sighed.

You opened your eyes and laughed when you saw Máni looking down at you. “Cute.” You reached up and wiggled his face. “Cute Máni.”

“It’s good to hear you laughing again.”

You looked over at Hange. “Yeah. Hey, thank you for this and for never giving up on me.”

“What are friends for?”

You grinned at her. “I appreciate it.”

Hange hugged your arm. “I love you, you know? You’re the only friend I have in this crazy world. I’m so glad you came into my life.”

You welled up and rolled onto your side to face Hange. “I love you too.” You sniffed and giggled. “I’m so glad I met you. You’re a dear friend.” You hugged Hange tightly. “I’ll never leave you.”

“I won’t either!”

You pulled back a little. “We should go on holiday!”

Hange gasped in delight. “Girl’s trip!”

You giggled. “Yeah! Though I have no idea where to go. I suppose we could leave the country and have fun.”

“Oh, that’d be amazing.” She hummed in thought. “We need to go to the city though.”

You released a long tired sigh. “Yeah, I know.”

“You wanna go in a few months?”

You sat up and gazed at Levi’s land. “No. I want to go soon. I need to find out the truth about Levi’s curse and banishment. I want to know why his story was changed. I want to know why people turned him into an evil god. I want to save him. I want people to see just how wonderful he is. I want people to love him the way he deserves to be loved.”

Hange sat up and smiled softly. “You’re a good person. You’re facing people who hurt you so much just to get people to love Levi?”

You clenched your fists. “I just don’t like that people hate him and curse this beautiful land. Just look at this all and look at Levi. Levi is such a sweet and loving man. Levi did what he could for his people and he was betrayed by someone and cursed. He deserves better and I will help him at all costs.”

Hange smirked at Máni before looking back at you. “Well, I think we should arrive in the city in style. We’ll have a magic-powered carriage and we’ll wear the best clothes possible.”

You giggled at her suggestion. “You’re right. We’ll arrive in style.” You stood up and puffed your chest out. “I’m not afraid anymore. I faced Oleander and I won. I’m strong than I thought I was.”

Hange jumped to her feet and shouted. “I’M NOT AFRAID ANYMORE!”

You screamed at the top of your lungs as you let all your anger and frustrations out. You welled up and began screaming out all of your pain. Hange puffed out her chest and started screaming with you. The two of you cried together on the top of the mountain as you let out your screams of pain until there was nothing left to give.

You released a long sigh. “We should head down. I am starving.”

Hange hummed. “How are we getting down?”

You scooped Máni into your arms. “Hug me from behind.”

Hange hugged you from behind. “Okay?” She gasped as she flew up. “Ah! I’m flying!”

You lifted into the air before floating down the mountain and landing softly in front of the castle. “Here we are.”

Hange let you go. “That was amazing!”

You place Máni down. “Thank you. Levi taught me well.” You sighed. “Let’s prepare for our city trip!”

You leaned out the window of the floating carriage with a bright smile on your face. You saw the white buildings rising in the distance as the sun sparkled off the smooth walls and clean windows. You pulled back into the carriage that looked small on the outside but was large inside. Your carriage with Hange had you both in and Máni too. It was full of magical things as well as a place to rest, a kitchen and a crystal station for Hange.

Hange walked over to you. “How’s the city looking?”

You shrugged and took your drink from her. “Sparkly like before.”

She hummed. “City of light.” She downed some of her drink. “Fucking joke.”

“You can say that again.” You sighed as you calmed your thoughts. “At least we’re doing some good when we get there.”

“You’re right. So, do you think people will freak at me wearing trousers?”

You smiled at Hange’s high-waisted trousers with a smart white shirt that was buttoned low and tucked in. “You look incredible. You wearing a jacket as a cape?”

“You know it!”

You stood up and walked over to the mirror to gaze at yourself. You had a black dress on that showed off your figure and legs and a wide-brimmed witch’s hat with a trinket hanging off. You grabbed the top part of your dress and wiggled it a little to adjust your boobs. “You think this is okay? It’s kind of revealing.”

“You look gorgeous!”

You returned to Hange and put on your little cape. “I feel more me in this.” You sat down and began playing with the bracelet Levi had gifted you. “Do you think we’ll find anything?”

Hange put her best crystals in her bag. “I believe so.”

You reached over and fussed Máni. “I don’t want to go home empty-handed.”

“We won’t.”

“But what if we do?”

“We won’t.” She placed her hand on her chest. “Have faith in Levi and yourself.”

You clutched your chest and nodded. “For Levi.” You gasped as the carriage stopped. “We’re here.”

“Fantastic!” Hange jumped to her feet before kicking the door wide open making the guards at the palace jump. “We’re here!”

Oleander stormed over to her. “What are you doing here?”

She patted his cheek. “We came here as asked.”

“We?” His eyes lit up when you climbed out in your form-fitting black dress. Oleander felt himself drooling at the sight of you. He had never seen you like this before and it sparked something within him. He softly said your name as he walked over to you like some spell had been cast upon him. He offered his hand to you. “Welcome.”

You gazed at him a little surprised. “Ole?”

He bowed to you. “My lady.”

You took his hand and stepped down. “Thank you. Don’t tell me you’re a man on the men.”

“I am attempting to change my ways.” He squeezed your hand. “You gave me the fright I needed to wake up.”

“I’m glad. I am still dreadfully sorry for making your mouth disappear.”

He let your hand go. “You returned it though.”

You reached up and touched his lips. “Are they okay?”

He blushed at your touch. “My lips?”

You hummed as you nodded. “Yes.”

He took your hand and massaged it. “They are.” His brows furrowed in thought. “Where is your cat or lover?”

Your shoulders dropped. “My lover had to go away. Something happened and he needed to…I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Of course.” He flicked his gaze to Máni. “Your wolf is here though.”

You fussed Máni. “Yeah. I couldn’t leave him behind.”

He hummed a laugh which surprised you. “How sweet.”

You tilted your head a little and felt confused that the dark and cold man you once knew seemed to have a little spark inside him. “Thank you?”

He turned and walked with you. “I suppose I am to assume you are here to stay?”

You looked over at Hange fussing over the magic stones on the palace walls. “Indeed. We wish to do a few things.”

“Such as?”

You stopped on the steps. “Heimdall said I must declare my departure from the mages of light to the royals and then I have to sign something.”

Oleander nodded as he processed your words. “It could have been done by post.”

“I said the same thing.”

“Are you sure Heimdall does not hold feelings for you?”

You hugged yourself. “I believe he does, but that doesn’t matter. Once I sign off I can leave and be done with this city.”

Oleander started leading the way again. “Is this place that bad?”

You shivered a little. “Yes. Before you isolated me and whatnot, I was in the mages of light. I was treated badly by the students and teachers. My magic is different and that caused issues.”

“I know I said terrible things before, but I think your magic is delightful.” He went quiet for a while meaning the only sound was his boots tapping on the marble floors in the palace. “I was fearful of you, you know?”

You looked up at him to see a blush on his ice-white face, which was a whole new experience for you. “That’s not possible. You’re so strong.”

He paused in the hall and gazed down at you. “Others spoke down to you about your power, but I watched you practice in private and saw what you could do. You could do some things that no one has done before. Your magic was unknown to me and I guess that was what frightened me. You fear what you don’t understand.” He shook his head. “I should have taken the time to get to know you and your power instead of trying to stop you and it.”

You reached up and squeezed his upper arm. “You’ve changed Ole.”

“That bad?”

You shook your head. “No, it’s good.”

He chuckled. “Who knew it would take you removing my mouth for a bit to change me.”

You hummed and turned in the hall. “I won’t make it a habit.”

He started walking again and looked back at Hange and Máni. “I feel like your wolf hates me.”

You looked back at Máni. “He doesn’t hate you, he’s just protective of me.”

“Right.” He let out a long sigh. “Wait here. I will go in and talk to the King.”

“Sure.”

Hange slid closer to you and spoke as soon as Oleander left. “He’s changed.”

“Right?”

She shook her head. “Feel like I’m in a dream. It’s so weird.”

You looked down at Máni. “Don’t growl.” You petted his head. “Good boy.”

Oleander opened the doors. “The King would like to see you now.”

You walked with Hange into the grand study to see a tall man with big broad shoulders and a small waist. He had piercing green eyes with blonde hair like the sunlight. He had a grand scar over his one eye and appeared he’d seen battle, but he was charming and handsome mixed with very intimidating. He seemed young too as if he was only in his early 30s. You and Hange both gulped as this powerful man moved closer to you. You watched him clench and unclench his strong defined jawline before stopping before you both.

The King broke his strong gaze with a gentle smile. “Kind Rolf.” He bowed to you and Hange. “What a pleasure it is to meet you both.”

You flinched a little before bowing to him. “Your majesty!”

Hange bowed too. “We’re honoured to meet you, your majesty.”

Rolf chuckled and then spoke in a voice that was deep and rough that would make any woman shiver in pleasure. “What a delight it is for me to welcome two incredibly unique magic users into my palace. My Captain informs me that you are a witch and a wizard?”

Hange grinned. “That’s right! It’s because we want to distance ourselves from the mages of light.”

“You don’t like the mages?”

“It’s more like that don’t like us.”

He eyed you. “I find that hard to believe.”

You smiled a little. “We’re not liked by them. We’re too different in our use of magic. We don’t mind because we’ve found our home.” You gulped as you nervously played with your dress. “That is actually why we are here. We wish to sign some forms about us being fully separated from the mages of light.”

Rolf folded his arms making his blazer strain against the pure thick muscles of his arms and pecs. “We can arrange that, but there was no need to come here.”

“Heimdall requested it.”

Rolf smirked. “Did he now? Well, I suppose it’s because he has other ideas. I know mages tend to marry each other, so it is possible he wanted you or Hange.”

Hange stuck her tongue out. “Ugh, no thanks.”

Rolf chuckled. “So, you’re here just to leave?”

You shook your head. “No, actually we wanted to do some research while we were here about the land we live on. Is it possible to use the library?”

“Use my private one, I insist. You’ll find better material there.”

You blushed hard. “Oh, no that’s too much.”

He took your hand and kissed the back of it. “I insist.” He winked at you and released your hand. “I will have two rooms made for you. You’ll stay here. I will not take no for an answer.”

Hange yanked you close and grinned. “We accept, as long as our rooms are super close.”

“Of course.” He waved his butler over and whispered to him. He nodded and sent the man on his way. “All being organised. Please, explore my palace for a bit and then head to your rooms. Also, please do join me for dinner. Again, I will not take no for an answer.”

You bowed. “Thank you, your majesty.”

“Enjoy your stay.”

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @mxanigel

Characters: drowtav (Wendolyn) x Gale

A bit of a longer snippet from my current holiday fic...which ended up becoming less fluff and more smut as it went on. Oops.

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When she eventually caught sight of the tower she was now getting used to calling home, her frigid lips formed a smile under her scarf. Already she could envision melting the stiffness of her hands over the fire, around a warm mug of tea, and a shiver raced through her. Half anticipation and half genuinely just cold from a sudden gust of wind. One that followed her through the front door as she entered and sent any nearby drapery fluttering before she could manage to close it. However, it also managed to throw a certain awaiting tressym off-kilter, forcing her to right herself before shaking off the snow that had slipped inside in the process.

“My apologies, Tara.” Wendolyn’s words were muffled as she began to unwind the scarf from her head, resting flakes dissolving in the newfound heat of the wizard’s tower. “The wind’s seems to have picked up on my way here. I assume Gale was held late.”

Had he been home, he would have been the first to greet her, eager to aid her in divesting herself of the various outer layers of winter wear. Eager to deliver a kiss to warm her frigid lips and snake his arms around her waist. The thought brought a bloom of blushing heat to her cheeks, which yet bore the remnants of glitter powder from dress rehearsal. Part of her sometimes thought she should be used to it by now, accepted every touch and physical token of affection with the nonchalance of familiarity. But a thrill still thrummed through her when he touched her, like a plucked string deep in the essence of her being. It made her wonder if perhaps their first night of intimacy in the Shadow-Cursed Lands had done something to her-or somewhat more accurately, them-to create some instinctive pull, some deep visceral bond of Weave-borne passions that connected them to a whole new degree of intimacy. Or, as her sisters liked to tease her, she had finally found someone capable of awakening the true extent of her bardic nature. Such was also entirely possible.

“That would be correct, Ms. Gallaer,” the tressym replied in that prim manner that reminded Wendolyn of a distinguished grandmother, like the aged matriarchs of the more influential houses in the Dancer’s Steps. “Mr. Dekarios unfortunately was held up evaluating exams. Finals and all that, my dear. He sends his apologies, as well as his love, in equal measure.”

Wendolyn heaved a sigh as she hefted her violin onto a nearby table, shaking her head. “I keep telling him he can simply do it here.”

As the bard freed her feet from her boots, Tara followed, bright eyes examining the case which held the beloved instrument that had been with her through everything (with minimal damage that had thankfully been repaired before they had departed Baldur’s Gate). Wood did not take well to the changing weather, ever shrinking from the cold and expanding to soak in the heat when it was available. It had only taken one complaint as Wendolyn had tuned it for the fourth time one day for Gale to decide to enchant the case so that it maintained a consistent temperature. She had said it was a thoughtful gift, to which he had responded with an enigmatic smile, leaving with the distinct suspicion that he was not counting it towards her gifts for the upcoming holidays.

“Oh, you know he refuses to bring his work home with him. Indeed, I highly doubt he would get any of it done. It would be endless stacks of papers cluttering the house. And it did take so long to organize the place properly upon your return.”

Yes, Wendolyn remembered that. Accommodating the place for two had taken some time and they were still ironing out some of the more elusive details. Mostly the graceful cohesion of differing, if mostly complimentary, tastes with regards to decoration. Even so, it took time for even a quietly shifting environment to settle and new routines to take root. These days her music stand and the various documents that shuffled across it stood not far from where Gale usually took up residence in the living room. To his credit, he never complained over her hitting a sour note and starting over (sometimes only to strike said sour note once again). Her things were not strewn throughout the tower almost as seamlessly as his own, and occasionally the stray speck of glitter that had strayed from her costumes or stage makeup gleamed in just the right light.

Tara, at some point, had elected to live with Gale’s mother since she had moved in. A move to give the new couple some privacy evidently, of which neither the tressym nor Morena had made any secrets. Considerate, of course, though such admissions did leave her somewhat put on the spot. Even moreso when Morena had then invited Wendolyn’s mother to move in with her until she found a place of her own. Still, Tara, ever a wizard’s familiar, popped in for various tasks, such as delivering the odd message.

“I don’t suppose he told you when he thought he would be home.” Wendolyn yawned as she thrust her hands before the hearth, feeling as though an unseen layer of frost yet coated her skin as she thrust her hands over the fire crackling in the hearth. She tried and failed to suppress a shiver.

A weight of fur and feathers found itself at her shoulder, soft as swan down against her cheek.

“The likely estimate would be an hour and a half from now,” answered Tara as she pressed the tip of a wet cat’s nose to her temple, a fresh pinprick of cold against her icy flesh. Wendolyn had initially believed Gale to be over exaggerating when he said the tressym would love her, but Tara had quickly seemed to adopt her as another “pet”, addressing her with as much dignified candor as she did Gale. “Although, Mr. Dekarios could perhaps be motivated towards greater efficiency should I bring word of your eagerness to see him. The two of you have been afforded precious little time recently.”

“That we have,” agreed Wendolyn with a frown, then she tried to rub some warmth back into her stiff hands. The hand that had ferried her instrument all the way back had regained a fraction of flexibility and uncurled a little easier.

Those first months in Waterdeep had been both restful and frenzied. Those first few weeks had been almost a blur, eager to embrace their newfound freedom and take advantage of the sudden lack of duties, the lack of death and destruction hanging over their heads. What days that had not been filled by Gale showing her the splendors of the city had been spent enjoying each other's company in the tower. Then in addition to the gaining traction of their wedding plans Gale had been offered a teaching position at Blackstaff Academy and Wendolyn had found herself in the thick of the theater scene. Circumstances that had left them both busy as winter had drawn near. The fall term was coming to a close and thus projects were hastily thrown together, students implored their professors for more time during their office hours and then prepared themselves with skipped meals and sleepless nights to study for exams. Meanwhile, plays and performances took on a whole new fervor as they raced towards opening night. Wendolyn had fallen into a role that was half actress and half assistant director. Apparently leadership suited her well, whether it be among adventurers or actors. Rehearsal days had her racing out early in the morning, sometimes barely managing to so much as nibble something before taking her leave.

That very morning had seen her rushing so hopelessly, haphazardly grabbing her sheet music and veering dangerously close to tripping on the carpet, that she had accidentally kissed Gale’s mirror image on her way out the door. She hadn't the time to correct the mistake before running off lest she be late. Such a mishap was to be expected perhaps, when one lived with a wizard. Even so, Wendolyn had hoped to make up for it later that evening.

“Mr. Dekarios would also like to inquire as to whether you have eaten.” Tara proceeded to absentmindedly knead her shirt, mercifully keeping her claws sheathed so as not to ruin the purple brocaded wool.

Once satisfied with the fire’s progress on her hands, Wendolyn reached up to scratch the tressym behind the ears, eliciting a contented purr. “Oh, yes. I got dinner with the cast after rehearsal. So he needn’t worry about preparing me a feast as soon as he gets back.”

For several moments, Tara did not respond, all too happy to bask in the attention. For all that she might have been insulted by the insinuation of bearing similarities to a cat, she possessed all the same inclinations of one.

“Very good, Ms. Gallaer.” When she finally spoke, it was with a long stretch. “I shall inform him. Shall I also tell him to act with haste?”

At first, she opened her mouth to say she would appreciate the gesture only to stop herself. The cold of her trek outside yet sat deep in her bones, the flames having melted only the edges of the chill. It would likely be the same for Gale. Why not prepare something? Something to truly warm them up and wash away the burdens of the day. Besides, it was the least she could do for how he spoiled her day in and day out. Her lips curved into a smile. ile.

“No, that should be fine.”

Tara gave a dainty nod. “Of course, Ms. Gallaer. Oh, and Mrs. Dekarios and your mother wish to meet with you tomorrow.”

“For what reason?”

“Because neither have seen you nor Mr. Dekarios in weeks and they are in possession of certain questions regarding the marriage of some rather specific cultural customs.”

Oh, sweet Eilistraee, she did sincerely hope her mother wasn’t trying to arrange a High Hunt in the middle of a city. Surely she had yet to seek out enough followers of the Silver Dancer to organize something like that. Nevermind that there were fewer great beasts to stalk along the Sword Coast than in the Underdark. Good gods, would she attempt to rope Morena into it as well? Wendolyn had the benefit of having inhabited the surface a good deal more years, and as such, had a somewhat better understanding of the fact that not every woman of the humanoid races was a trained warrior than her mother and sisters did.

“Tell them I’ll meet them tomorrow around noon,” she sighed, ears pricking when she heard the approach of nails clicking against hardwood down the stairs, the soft far-off jingle of a collar. “And thank you, Tara.”

“My pleasure, darling.”

The tressym gave her one last affectionate nuzzle that pressed against her cheekbone, her ear, grazing the pointed tip, before alighting and taking her leave through the nearest open window. Which Wendolyn then shut just as the trail of clacking nails came to a stop, ending in the wide yawn that squealed like an old door’s rusty hinges the likes of which only canines were capable. When the bard turned her attention back to the room, she saw Scratch’s body bowed in a long stretch at the foot of the stairs. It was strange, how satisfying a sight it was to watch a dog ease the tension from its body.

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