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room-surprise · 3 months

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Hey! Fun question, how do you think an in-canon kabumisu confession would go? People keep portraying mithrun as blunt and straightforward about their relationship, but would he be scared to tell kabru in the chance that he'd say no and leave? Is the desire to just be in a relationship with kabru, or is the desire of not wanting to scare him off greater than that? I'm so starved on the lack of post-canon kabumisu content, they make me go crazy

As usual, I'll try not to go into TOO much detail because then I won't be motivated to write fic about it... and I AM planning to write a post-canon Kabumisu fic anon, so don't worry. I'll get there eventually :3

They make me go crazy too 😔

I think Mithrun's a complicated guy with complicated emotions. Even when he was "empty" in the dungeon he actually showed a lot of feelings - smug satisfaction, annoyance, anger, even a little bit of subtle happiness.

So while I DO think he will still be blunt in general, I also think it's a mistake to assume that means he doesn't feel things and won't have anxieties and insecurities just like any other person.

Mithrun used to be WILDLY insecure, and jealous, and paranoid. He just stopped caring about anything, but if, like the end of the manga suggests, he is going to try to START caring again, he will then start to have feelings, too.

I think Mithrun is intensely aware of his own "undesirability", that's one of the reasons he's BEEN so depressed. Most of his self-worth before the dungeon hinged on being "better" than his brother, and better than other people. Then he looses that (or maybe he was never actually better at all!), so what does he have left? And now his youth is gone too, he's middle-aged and lost his "best years" to depression. He's disabled, he's scarred, he's a bastard that nobody wants.

It's a pretty huge fall from "most eligible bachelor in the empire"!

So I think no, he won't just bluntly tell Kabru that he likes him. It will take Mithrun awhile to realize how he feels, and once he does, he'll be afraid to reach out, so he's going to do what I call "playing silly little elf games". He's going to try and flirt via writing letters and sending gifts, to hint that he likes Kabru.

Luckily for Mithrun, Kabru also knows how to play Silly Little Elf Games (he's an Olympic champion), so he picks up the signals and starts reciprocating, though he's also uncertain and worried that he's misunderstanding. Captain Mithrun couldn't be flirting with him, could he? But... what if he is?

(I will go into Kabru's feelings at a later date anon i promise.)

I think the thing that will ultimately push Mithrun to act is the fear that he'll miss his chance. Mithrun realizes Kabru is a limited time deal that he can only enjoy for the next 60-something years, and he wants every minute of that time for himself, no matter how much it will someday hurt to lose Kabru.

And he also knows that Kabru is very handsome and charming, and he can't expect Kabru to wait for Mithrun to get himself figured out. Someone else will swoop in and snatch that man up, so Mithrun has to hurry.

ALL OF THAT SAID... I think their confession is a lot less of a confession, and much more "we have both been picking up these signals of interest for months/years, and finally one of us pushes it a little bit further than we've ever pushed it before and we acknowledge the unspoken thing that has been growing between us."

Maybe it's a hand resting on someone's leg, or a gentle touch on the arm. Maybe it's leaning in so their shoulders touch. Maybe it's looking into each other's eyes a little bit longer than normal.

Probably it involves both of them admitting "Spending time with you makes me happier than anything else in the world. Whenever we're apart all I think about is when I'm going to see you again. I spend hours composing letters to you in my mind. I want us to spend our days together, no matter what shape that takes."

It's very vulnerable and scary for both of them, and I think they're both DEEPLY relieved after they finally get it out, and they don't get rejected. They know each other so well, and they're so good at reading people - they both thought that the other might feel the same way, but it's so scary to take that leap of faith and hope that they're right.

And just for the record, I think that Kabru worries about if Mithrun will be interested in sex or not, because sex is something that matters to Kabru, but what if Mithrun just doesn't have any desire for it?

And so before they get into a relationship Kabru has a long hard think about it, and decides that even if they never have sex, he wants to be in a romantic relationship with Mithrun anyway, because just being around him makes him feel happy, and understood, and like he isn't alone anymore. There's someone who sees him as he is, all the good and the bad, and says "I love you anyway."

And Kabru decides that he's willing to just jerk off for the rest of his life if that's the price of this relationship that he wants.

Luckily for Kabru, I think Mithrun does want to have sex with him, but I like to think that Kabru thinks through all the possibilities and decides that no matter what they end up doing together, being with Mithrun is worth it.

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dunmeshi #kabru #mithrun #kabumisu #my stuff #theories #kabrun

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spacebarbarianweird · 7 months

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Astarion x f!Reader. Over the Seas and far away

Got the idea from this post . The blog is, unfourtanetely, deleted but the idea stuck with me. So, Astarion is now mortal. No more drinking blood, hiding in shadows and hunger.

What's next?

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You let out a tired yawn, your gaze fixed on the merciless morning sun. It's been months since Astarion regained his mortality, ceasing to be a vampire, and you're still adjusting to the idea of sleeping at night and walking in daylight.

Honestly, it's tougher than you thought.

But you are happy Astarion no longer suffers. No more drinking blood; now he can enjoy regular food. No more lurking in the shadows; the sun doesn't burn him. No more insatiable hunger. No more invisible barriers at the doorways. It's all in the past.

You roll over to your right side, yearning to face Astarion, caress him gently in his slumber, perhaps even to steal a kiss or simply cuddle, silently pleading for him not to get up. Since the moment his once icy body warmed and his heart started beating again, you've clung to him, never wanting to let go.

But he's not there.

With a sigh, you reluctantly crawl out of the tent and scan your surroundings, squinting against the sunlight.

Last night, the two of you set up a small camp on the forest's edge, about a mile from the sea coast. Gods, it's been years since you last saw the ocean.

You look around, spotting Astarion standing there, half-naked, his arms outstretched and a radiant smile gracing his face as he bathes in the warmth of the sunlight. His eyes are closed, and you can't help but notice the trails of tears glistening on his cheeks.

He still can't quite believe he's no longer a vampire.

And truth be told, neither can you.

You vividly recall the tears that streamed down your face when you thought he was gone for good, when you believed he was dead. Then, in the most unexpected moments, you stumbled upon that strange scroll tucked away in an ancient treasure chest. An unknown spell, its words echoing in the temple.

And then came the gasp, followed by a deep, life-giving breath. Astarion opened his eyes, his right hand pressed to his chest, and he muttered, "Love, I feel so strange. What's happened to me?"

You can still feel the rush of emotions as you embraced him, tears streaming down your face, and stared into his eyes in disbelief.

Not crimson eyes of a vampire.

But beautiful hazel eyes of a wood elf.

… You admire him from the distance. His hair got darker in the first hours of his new life, returning to its natural color. It hurts you to think about the unimaginable horrors that made Astaron turn grey in the first place.

But you sometimes miss his white curls.

Finally, you approach Astarion, wrapping your arms around him from behind and resting your cheek against his back. Unfortunately, the scars remained, a permanent reminder of his master's cruelty.

Astarion gently touches your knuckles.

"Awake already, my love?"

"I want to sleep," you pout, hugging him tightly.

"Then keep sleeping, and I'll go fetch us some food," Astarion suggests, covering your hands with his palms.

"But I don't want to sleep alone," your voice filled with vulnerability.

"Then you'll have to wait until sunset. I wouldn't want to miss a single moment of this newfound daylight," Astarion replies with a grin.

You giggle playfully, "I must admit, I loved you more when you were a creature of the night." Your words carry a teasing tone without any intention to hurt.

"Well, darling, if you preferred me as a creature of the night, then you shouldn't have resurrected me," Astarion quips with a playful smirk. He turns around and draws you close, pressing you gently against his chest. You focus on the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It's a sensation that will never grow old, but you can't forget the initial shock when you felt it for the first time.

Your gaze meets his, and you become entranced by the beauty and warmth of his hazel eyes. They hold an irresistible charm. Your fingers tenderly trace through Astarion's dark curls and caress his cheeks. In response, Astarion gently touches the tips of your ears, a tender connection between you two.

You planted a kiss on his bare chest.

"Stop, or…" he groans.

"Or what?" you playfully respond, immediately ceasing your actions.

"Or instead of going hunting, I will drag you back to the tent. And we'll both stay hungry. Don't forget, we both need food now," Astarion reminds you.

Laughter escapes your lips, and Astarion cups your face, his eyes searching yours as if rediscovering you.

"Something on your mind?" you inquire.

He nods, releasing his hands.

"What are we going to do now? I mean… first, we were trying to get rid of the tadpoles, then searching for a cure. But now…"

He sighs.

"I want to experience life to its fullest, but I don't know how. Of course, we could settle down somewhere, but that's not what I want right now."

You shrug.

"I don't want to make that decision for you."

"We'll have to make decisions together, for both of us. Unless you're planning on leaving me," Astaron says, vulnerability evident in his voice.

"Why would I?" you reply, offering reassurance with a warm smile.

"Maybe you had a vampire kink all these years, and now you just don't like me anymore."

You playfully push Astarion to the ground, and he yields, falling onto his back with a laugh.

"I. DON'T. HAVE. KINKS", you say, "Especially the ones that make you miserable."

"But do you really miss me drinking your blood?" he asks with a mischievous grin.

"Maybe just a little. But only a little," you reply, a hint of humor in your voice.

There's a moment of silence as you admire his face, noticing the tiny freckles on his cheek – sun marks. You think about the handsome young elf who once walked the streets of Baldur's Gate, utterly unaware of the horrors that future held, horrors that would turn his eyes red, his skin pale, and his hair grey.

"I want to sail across the sea," Astarion finally says, his voice filled with longing. "To see the world beyond Faerun. I want… freedom."

You kneel beside him, your eyes filled with excitement.

"Piracy."

"Excuse me?" Astarion raises an eyebrow.

"Piracy, Astarion. Think about it. What was your life like before? You couldn't see the sun, you couldn't cross the running water, you couldn't enter anywhere without being invited. But piracy… the open sea. Going wherever you want without needing an invitation. Feeling the sun on your skin. Come on, Astarion, it will be so much fun!"

"We'll hire a crew in one of the taverns," he adds, caught up in the idea. "Promising them a fair share of what we get."

"But where do we find the ship?" you wonder.

"We'll get the crew first and then tell them to seize one."

"You already think like a pirate," you tease.

"Maybe I always did," Astarion grins.

He stands up and takes you in his hands.

"I love you," he whispers.

"I love you too," you reply, kissing him back. "Imagine the lands we can see."

"And the people we can rob," he playfully adds.

"And then, when we're old and rich, we'll settle down far away from here, sponsoring other pirate crews and settling quarrels between them."

You melt in his warm embrace. Astarion keeps holding you as if afraid you'll disappear. He finally releases your hand and retrieves his bow and arrows from the ground.

"I still need to fetch that deer for dinner," Astarion remarks.

"See you at sunset," you reply with a smile.

Astarion leaves the camp and disappears into the woods. Nothing about him reminds you of the long-dead elf magistrate of Baldur's Gate or the vampire who once suffered from pain and nightmares.

This wood elf with hazel eyes now walks the forests with easy grace, fearing nothing and no one.

"Well, the seas it is, then. Let's see what we can do," you say to yourself, filled with anticipation and excitement for the adventures ahead.

#astarion x female reader #astarion x reader #astarion fic #ressurrected astarion #baldurs gate astarion #bg 3 fic #astarion fics #astarion becoming mortal again coz it will definetely be a happy end #baldur's gate #bg3 fanfiction #spacebarbarian fics

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socksracoon10 · 2 months

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Waiting For Nothing

Pairing: Legolas Greenleaf x F!Reader A/N: I haven't written for LOTR for a while, so I thought I'd make ya'll sad with this angsty Legolas fic. Have fun! The hearts of the warriors are often small; they've grown accustomed to fighting and death. And in each battle they fight, a layer of their heart sheds off. It falls to the ground, and rejoins the earthly soil to be reborn in another's. The scars remain, but the feelings behind the memories will slowly fade, until there is nothing more than the shell of a man who attained glory with his rotting heart a testament to the last sliver of hope that echoed in the beating of his heart.

Your heart was rather large. Having lived most of your life as the poor peasant girl with no relatives by blood, Edoras welcomed you into open arms. You were friends with almost everyone, especially with Théoden's niece, Éowyn, who quickly became your best friend - Théoden even considered you his niece as well because of how close you two were. The two of you would go riding on horses, galloping around in joy as you remained oblivious to the impending doom that would soon terrorize the entirety of Rohan in just a matter of a few days.

"I can hardly see why you roam this castle so willingly when we know your place is outside in a small hut…" Grima Wormtongue spat when you had walked past him. You glanced at him over your shoulder, your lips sharply turning into a scowl. The audacity of that vile creature to even speak in your direction. You huffed out in annoyance, biting the inside of your cheek as you chose your next words, carefully.

"Bold words coming from a creature that is more disheveled than an Orc," You snickered before haughtily marching off.

Within hours, you were kicked out of the palace and exiled from Rohan. You were back to being an orphan, right where you had started. Éowyn had looked at you with such pain in her eyes but she knew that if she were to act out against this cruel decree, she would face a similar fate and nothing could be done to save the Kingdom she so dearly loved.

Living in the outskirts was not as easy as you had initially thought it to be. In your mind, you had foolishly assured yourself that since you had been in this condition before everything would come naturally. It wasn't until the first hour passed did you sorely miss the place you once called home. With nowhere to go, you wandered around aimlessly, circling the borders of Edoras repeatedly to keep your mind occupied. By the 5th day, you swore you were dying due to starvation and thirst. You could barely move, your body lay stricken on a rock as you gasped for air. Your head tilted slightly to your right, the pain in your stomach blooming to elsewhere in your body and from afar, you noticed three horses charging towards you. You couldn't even sit up properly to examine the incoming invaders, and you weakly lifted your hand, silently begging for help.

The three horses revealed their masters on top of them, a tall dark haired man, another being that resembled a wizard and on top of the third horse was a dwarf, and in front of him the most beautiful elf you had ever seen. You had heard stories of elves before in your life, ones that were told by Éowyn, but never once did you think one would be standing right before you. If you were to die in this exact moment, you would've been very pleased that you at last saw an elf.

The man jumped off his horse and crouched down to your level, feeling your forehead before turning to the elf,

"Legolas, fetch her some of your Lembas bread, and you Gimli give her your water." The man instructed; not knowing whose name belonged to which creature, you looked between the four beings with curiosity, despite being so near to death's door. The elf crouched down besides you, allowing you to drink some water before chewing on his bread. Your hunger knew no bounds and you chewed and chewed, swallowing whole lumps of bread as you slowly began to regain some of your health. The man sighed in contentment, giving you a soft smile before standing up to walk towards the Wizard. The elf, on the other hand, stared at you with a gentle smile on his face and kept offering you food until you said no.

"What's your name?" The man asked,

"My name is (Y/N) (L/N)," You whispered, taking another sip of water. You coughed a few times, swallowing thickly before meeting his gaze.

"I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is Gandalf the White, that is Gimli, son of Gloin and over to your left is Legolas of the Woodland Realms." Aragorn exclaimed, gesturing towards the elf beside you. You glanced back to face the elf, a small smile forming on your face. After acquainting yourself with the 4 beings, they heard your pitiful tale and realized that Rohan deeply needed imminent change. They allowed you to accompany them, seating yourself behind Aragorn as the horses charged forward.

Your eyes, however, remained glued onto the elf. You noticed his soft features, the way the wind seemed to swirl around him and only him, and his piercing eyes that scoured the land before him with diligence. His silence captivated you, and you did not know why.

With Grima Wormtongue out of the way, and your adoptive uncle restored to his glory, it seemed that you were finally welcome in the castle. Éowyn had rushed forward, capturing you into a warm embrace before kissing your forehead. She grinned at you, holding onto your arms ecstatically as she danced to and fro, dragging you deeper into the throne room. As she tugged at your hands, you glanced to your right to find the elf conversing with the dwarf, the both of them walking in the opposite direction with concern glazing their eyes. You wanted to listen, you wanted to be a part of them… but you did not know why. You yearned for the chance to just be alone with him, and whether it was good for Rohan or not, the chance soon came when everyone was ordered to seek shelter at Helm's Deep.

"You're rather quiet," You chirped, catching up to Legolas. The walk to Helm's Deep was excruciating and you feared that the boredom would kill you before starvation or even worse - the Uruk-hais. Legolas smirked, his lips curving ever so slightly upwards before he turned to face you,

"Forgive me. I am not one to converse so easily in such pressing times. Though, of course, must you include Gimli in our conversation, I shall pass a few jokes at his expense." He glanced over his shoulder to face Gimli atop his horse; the dwarf shook his head and grumbled,

"I'd cut yer pointy ears off if ye try to embarrass me in front of this lassie," He scoffed and you let out a laugh, before turning to Legolas,

"Come now, surely you would be able to carry a conversation without teasing the poor dwarf!"

"Perhaps, but I do not know for sure," He sighed, before resuming his silence as he watched the horizons.

Legolas knew. He could sense your attraction towards him, but he chose not to say anything about it. He hoped that it would pass, that you would not be bound at his feet, desperate for his affection. Because it would never work, and he did not have the heart to admit that he did not have any feelings for you. You were trying so hard, trying to spend more time with him. You were trying to distract yourself from the doom that lay ahead of you because everyone knew how big your heart was; all you could ever do was dream.

Éowyn and you had both tried to convince the King to let the two of you fight. There was nothing for you to lose, you both loved your Kingdom, tremendously. But as Aragorn reminded Éowyn of her duty, you turned to face Legolas whose piercing eyes never once left you. His lips formed into a thin line, and he followed Aragorn out of the room, leaving you in your thoughts.

"She's very affectionate towards you," Aragorn pointed out as they were leaving,

"I'm well aware," Legolas responded.

"What do you plan to do about it?" The man questioned.

"Nothing."

"Nothing? Legolas, perhaps-"

"Perhaps we do not speak of it." Legolas jeered, his brows furrowing at the rightful heir to Gondor. "We have more pressing matters to deal with, the lives of 100 thousand men are at steak tonight."

"Ignoring her will only heighten her love for you, she will be desperate. She will be fooled into thinking that she has a chance. If you are going to reject her, at least have the courage to tell her directly!"

"That wee lass will be devastated," Gimli chimed in, fixing his helmet, "You sure you don't feel anything?"

"I'm positive, I do not." Legolas grimaced and shoved past his two friends to grab his arrows. The incoming surge of Uruk-hais was his primary concern, but the guilt he felt as he killed one after the other tormented him. With each arrow he shot, he felt his burden increase tenfold. Aragorn and Gimli were right, but why could he not bring himself to tell you the truth? To tell you that he had no feelings for you?

Because… then he would be lying. He watched you from afar at times, watched the way you'd dance with Éomer, your arm wrapped around his as you skipped around. You'd stand beside Théoden to catch a breath, your eyes searching for Legolas and when they landed on him, he'd instantly look away - as if he wasn't staring at you. As if he wasn't infatuated with you the same way you were with him. He was lying to himself, he wanted to break free. He wanted to stand near you, to hear you constantly chittering about something; his heart ached at the sight of you fondly playing with some children. His mind roamed to thoughts that turned into dreams; dreams of you and him together. But this was wrong, all of this was wrong. He would only live a short life with you, and when you died, he would spend the rest of his life in solitude.

He'd seen it with his father. He'd seen the way his mother's death impacted him; he was not a man of many words, but his cold demeanor lingered around Legolas, a constant reminder of the similar fate he'd feel if he decided to indulge in his present feelings. He decided that he had to do something about it, even if he couldn't face it himself.

"Would you like something to eat?" You asked, toying with an apple as Legolas tended to his horse near the campsite. He glanced over his shoulder, looking at you with solemn eyes. You could've sworn a tear drop cascaded down his pale cheeks. He harshly took a deep breath in, and shook his head,

"It is alright, I do not need anything to eat." He responded, his fingers wrapped around the reins of his horse.

"Well, perhaps I could offer you something? It is not material…" You began, stepping forward with hope in your eyes. It pained him, it pained him more than anything else in the world. He could not bring himself to do this, but at the same time, it would be even worse to accept your affections.

"Lady (L/N), please." Legolas exclaimed, finally meeting your eyes, "Do not continue. I… I cannot accept your affection."

You paused in your tracks, looking at him with wide eyes.

"I do not… envision a future of us two living a happy life." He was searching for proper words, his head turning around the room as if he was physically swimming through his thoughts, "I… My heart is heavy, I have never felt this way for anyone. I do not want to be the one to burden your heart, but I am afraid that you must keep those feelings to yourself. There is nothing that I can do. Nothing we can do."

"I… You… You don't even know what I was going to say…" You reasoned, and Legolas let out a huff,

"I do not need to hear you say it, I already know. I've seen the way you look at me, the way you tend to me. I am forever in your debt for your kindness, I thank you for it. But, it cannot continue. Aragorn, Gimli, and I will be leaving tonight." Legolas murmured, tugging on the reins as he drove his horse forward and away from you. Your heart sunk at his words, unsure of what was happening.

This couldn't be happening to you. Not before you even had the chance to tell him how you felt. What if he realized how true your love was for him? What if this was the last time you ever saw him?

"I shall be waiting for you." You stated, swiftly turning on your heels to face his departing form.

"Don't, you'll be waiting for nothing," Legolas whispered, his eyes softening at your words.

"Nothing is… indeed something," You breathed, your fingers linked together as you began to fidget, nervously. "Perhaps, you'll understand. Perhaps you'll… come back."

"Perhaps, but I would not count on it." Legolas sighed, before hopping onto his horse and riding off, leaving you alone for the night.

"I see you've told her how you felt," Aragorn had asked Legolas when they were far from Rohan, "Does it feel as if your heart is lighter now, with nothing to worry about?"

Legolas paused, hearing Gimli grumble a few curses under his breath regarding the elf. He opened his mouth to speak, before closing it. The elf thought deeply, his mind was utterly blank and he hated it.

"I feel…" He began, "I feel as if I've only made it worse. Not just for her, but... for me as well." He swallowed, thickly, before glancing over his shoulder to take one last look at Rohan. The wind was still, there was not much that he could hear.

Except for the beating of a very large heart that painfully yearned for him with each fleeting second.

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flowercrowngods · 1 year

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*checks time* a prompt for you. eddie's insomnia versus steve the human weighted blanket. 🥺

in which Eddie hasn’t slept in days and feels like he’s losing his mind. fairy lights, music, and Steve lying down on top of him with promises whispered into his skin are what saves him | cw: gets pretty heavy on the insomnia | 2.8k

Eddie doesn’t sleep. Hasn’t slept in a while. He knows it must have been two days. Maybe three. And before that it’s always just been one lucky hour, maybe two, his body collapsing into blissful darkness before black turns red and he’s back in the Upside down, before silence turns into Chrissy screaming at him, for him, because of him.

Eddie doesn’t sleep. And it’s starting to show. His movements are slow, thinking and speaking takes way longer than it used to, than it should, and everything is dulled. Sometimes he hears voices where there are none, sometimes he misses words directed at him before one of the shrimps call for his attention again, annoyed and only a little worried. Only a little, because Eddie is quirky, Eddie is dramatic, Eddie is like that, right? Right?

Wrong. Eddie is just tired. His hands won’t stop shaking, his mouth won’t stop talking, his thoughts won’t stop running. It doesn’t even feel like he’s in control of himself anymore, and it’s beginning to be real scary.

But even when he thinks, screw the nightmares, I just want some sleep, rest won’t find him. The constant thrum of anxiety keeps it all away and he’s starting to get frustrated, angry, desperate.

He just wants to sleep. Please. The laundry already starts talking to him, and he doesn’t remember hanging it up, and almost panics when it’s gone.

This is fine. It’s all fine. His joints ache, his scars itch, sometimes smiling hurts, but it’s all fine. He just needs sleep.

It all comes to a head when he’s hosting Hellfire for the kids two weeks since his last full night of sleep — and a full night is being generous, because his standards have gone so low as to that meaning he got five hours of almost uninterrupted sleep. Magically, the kids don’t really suspect anything, don’t even notice the bags under Eddie’s eyes or find their own completely misguided whiz kid explanations for it without so much as asking how he’s been doing. Part of him is glad, because they shouldn’t know, shouldn’t worry, shouldn’t see.

It also helps that even complete and utter sleep deprivation can’t ruin Eddie’s Dungeon Master headspace — and so what if the traitorous elf that asked the kids for help sounds a bit like the angry cabinet door he left open all day yesterday because he always forgot to close it? That’s between Eddie and his mind that he’s absolutely been losing.

Everything goes by without a hitch, the kids busy discussing each other’s moves and yelling and hollering, than watching Eddie massage his temples one, two, three times.

It’s fine. Everything is fine. Except his skin has started tingling three hours ago and he knows he shouldn’t drive the kids home, knows he shouldn’t even be hosting them in this state, but he can’t… He can’t let the Upside Down win.

They didn’t get him with red lightning and murderous bats, and now they won’t get him with nightmares or the lack of sleep.

Maybe he’s been cursed. What if he’s cursed? Fuck, what if he’s actually been cursed to die the slow, agonising death that Dustin gave Mike’s character in the one shot he hosted last week, his brain rotting inside his skull and the cure just out of reach, so close but so far? Is that possible? Is that a thing? It sure feels like it, and—

“Eddie?”

Wait.

Steve? Why’s Steve asking for him, calling his name, where is he?

Eddie blinks. And blinks again. Only to find himself in the living room, a shaking hand pressing the telephone to his ear.

He’s been calling Steve. He does not remember. Panic is building inside him and he swallows it down.

I’m not going crazy. I’m not going crazy. I just need to sleep.

“Eds? You there?”

“Yeah, man,” he says, his voice too shaky, not at all sounding like him, and he wonders if someone’s taking over his body. If Vecna is back. If he’s been possessed. Fuck, he might really he possessed, and he shouldn’t be calling Steve, he should keep them all safe, he should—

“What’s up?” Steve asks then, and Eddie sort of never wants him to stop talking, because his head is quiet when he does. Keep talking, Stevie. Please tell me I’m not going crazy. Tell me I’m not cursed. “You okay? Are the kids still there?”

After a moment Eddie finds his breath and his voice, hoping it sounds more like him now. “Yeah, actually, I was wondering if you could come pick them up around nine-ish? I’m not…” okay, he wants to say, but doesn’t. “I can’t really drive. Today.”

There’s a bit of rustling on the other end of the line and Eddie listens, because listening to Steve, to his voice and his movements, is easier than listening to all the things inside his house that suddenly have a voice now.

“Sure,” Steve says. “Yeah, I can come pick them up, no problem. You okay, though? Do you need anything? I can come over sooner if you want, grab them and end Hellfire early. Just say the word, okay?”

Despite himself, Eddie scoffs. “End Hellfire early? Peasant. Heathen! Heretic!”

And Steve just laughs that soft little laugh of his and Eddie listens like his life depends on it.

“Alright, Munson, you little shit, I’ll be there at nine. I’ll just do two rounds, grab you, Dustin and Will on the second one, yeah?”

“Sure, whatever,” Eddie says. Then Steve’s words process and he asks, “Wait, me?”

“Yes, you. I’m not leaving you alone when you sound like… Like you could really use a hug but don’t wanna ask for it, alright? Trust me, I know all about how that sounds. And you don’t gotta be alone, okay? We can just hang out here, don’t even have to talk, just listen to some music or whatever.”

And Eddie doesn’t know what to say. It’s not the sleep deprivation this time, though, it’s Steve Harrington and the way he always seems to know when something’s up. Maybe Eddie’s voice really didn’t sound like him just now, or maybe Steve is just really fucking perceptive and sweet like that.

“The things you listen to are hardly music, Stevie.” That’s all he says. All he can say without breaking into tears, because hanging out with Steve outside of these walls that mock him, laugh at him, talk with him, sounds exactly like what he needs right now.

Well, what he needs is sleep, but Steve feels like second best. And isn’t that something he never expected to feel.

“Shut up, Munson,” Steve laughs, and it’s soft, soft, soft. “But that’s not a no. So I guess I’ll see you then.”

Just as promised, Steve is there at exactly 9:00pm. Not one minute early, not one second late. Eddie scoffs and shakes his head as he jogs to the front door.

And maybe it’s the sleep deprivation, but Steve looks really fucking pretty with that smug half smile and another stupid polo shirt under his grey jacket. Eddie swallows. It’s probably the sleep deprivation. It definitely is. Because suddenly he wants nothing more than for Steve to come and hug him.

Sleep, hug, hang out. That’s his list now. It’s growing.

He obsesses over that while Steve brings Lucas, Erica and Mike home. Dustin and Will are talking strategies and Eddie busies himself cleaning up, sorting his notes and carefully storing his Hellfire stuff in the little cabinet unter his desk.

When he’s done, because maybe this took longer than it should have after he forgot what he was about to do a grand total of three times, Steve’s just pulling up to come get them for the second round.

Eddie grabs a bag with a change of clothes, a notebook because he doesn’t expect to find any sleep anyway and he wants to keep himself busy with something, even though writing takes precious brain power he’s going to be lacking for basic things such as making himself breakfast or remembering to get into the house when he’s standing by the front door.

Not like that has happened before. More than once, that is.

With his bag packed, he goes to grab Will and Dustin and together they head out to where Steve’s waiting outside his car, just leaning against it like he’s the goddamn protagonist of some shitty movie. Maybe he’s seen too many of those. Maybe Steve should stop working at Family Video, the movies are a bad influence apparently.

The car ride is blessedly silent, the only noise being the quiet music coming from the radio, and Eddie closes his eyes as he lets street lights wash over him. In the back, Will and Dustin do the same. Everyone’s tired after Hellfire, Eddie knows. Sometimes he catches Steve smiling when he comments on how he hates driving the kids home after their sessions because they always manage to fall asleep on the short ride home and he gets to be the asshole that wakes them up.

Eyes closed, the vision of Steve’s fond smile and faux exasperation in his mind’s eye, Eddie smiles. It’s only when the constant, pleasant rumble of the engine stops and the world is cast in absolute silence, that he opens his eyes. Steve’s watching him, but instead of that smile Eddie’s been dreaming of, there’s a worried expression waiting for him.

“You look like shit,” Steve says so, so quietly, and Eddie sags into the seat, twisting around to face Steve completely as he loses every ounce of fight left in him.

“Can’t sleep,” he says, rasps, whispers.

Steve just looks at him. He’s always looking, always seeing. “Nightmares?”

Eddie shakes his head, plays with one of the loose threads where his jeans are ripped at the knees. “Not even nightmares, just… Insomnia, Nancy called it. I love how she has a fancy word for everything.”

“Shit, man. I’m sorry.” Steve sounds like he means it, and Eddie wants to wrap himself up in that. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Tell me I’m not going crazy?” The words leave his mouth before he can hold them back and Eddie hates how small he sounds, how scared, how tired.

But Steve, oh, Steve, he’s not small or scared or tired. He’s none of that. He’s not weak like Eddie, because after looking for five, six, seven seconds, Steve turns to open his door and gets out of the car. Eddie’s heart sinks and he rubs at his eyes — his dry, aching, burning eyes, protesting at never getting to close anymore.

Then the front passenger door opens and Steve is there, kneeling beside him, taking Eddie’s hands from his eyes and holding them in his own.

“You’re not going crazy, Eddie. I promise you, you’re not going crazy.”

Eddie doesn’t look at Steve, can’t possibly meet the eyes that belong to this incredibly sincere and kind voice. He keeps his eyes on the dashboard instead, watching as the unmoving shadow of a tree morphs into different shapes right before his eyes, his mind playing tricks on him without hiding it anymore.

“Sure feels like it, though,” he whispers. Or he thinks he does. He’s not so sure anymore, watching the one shadow become two, then three. He closes his eyes, clenches them shut like it would make all his problems disappear.

Maybe it does, because like this, there’s only Steve’s voice as he’s talking so gently, so quietly, so unlike anything and everything Eddie has ever known.

The words don’t really register, but one moment Eddie is sitting in the car, the next he’s standing, and it’s warm and it smells like Steve and— oh. They’re hugging. Steve is hugging him. Holding him. Talking still like he knows Eddie needs it, like he knows the world will fade and shift and morph if he doesn’t, like he wants nothing more than to talk Eddie down from this brink of madness.

Then there’s a hand in his and the air is cold again, but it’s fine because there’s a hand and its guiding, holding, soothing.

A door falls closed, a lock clicks, and the hand is still there.

They’re in Steve’s house. Then in Steve’s room. And then there’s music. The hand is gone, and Eddie blinks, his eyes aching, so dry and tired and angry him.

Steve gently, so very gently pushes him to sit down on his bed, but Eddie doesn’t have the strength to sit, so he falls backward until he’s lying on Steve’s bed. It’s soft, comfortable. There’s a string of lights on the wall behind his headboard casting the room in warm light, and Eddie wonders if it’s Christmas soon.

It’s not. It’s August.

It doesn’t make sense.

But they’re pretty.

Eddie is only staring for a while while Steve is off doing something or other, and then he’s back in Eddie’s line of sight.

“Can I try something?”

Eddie just stares.

“It’s absolutely cool if you don’t want to, man, but I do this with Robbie sometimes when she can’t sleep. It doesnt work on me this way around, I always have to be on top, I hate having something on my chest, but—“

“Stevie, I have very limited brain capacity right now.”

“Right, sorry,” he laughs sheepishly and then rests one knee on the mattress. That’s when it hits Eddie that he’s lying in Steve Haddington’s bed, and that aforementioned Steve Harrington has nothing better to do about it than to fucking smile at him.

“Tell me if it’s bad. Seriously, tell me. Uncomfortable, bad, panic-inducing or just plain wrong, yeah? Tell me.”

And Eddie doesn’t understand what on Earth he’s supposed to tell Steve, when…

Steve’s lying down on top of him. They’re touching from knee to shoulder, Steve’s head landing on his collarbone. He’s warm. He’s heavy, and for a second Eddie can’t breathe and it’s too much, his lungs can’t fill, he can’t—

“Breathe, Eddie.”

And he does. And it’s the easiest breath he took all day. He takes another. And another. And all of them smell of Steve, all of them are warm, all of them a promise that he’s not losing his mind or his sanity. His heart, possibly, but that’s a problem for a different day.

“Better?” Steve asks, his breath leaving goosebumps on Eddie’s skin.

He nods. His hands coming up to wrap around Steve because part of him is still scared that this is a dream, a hallucination, or that Steve will decide it’s enough, he can leave Eddie to his business of losing his mind again.

But Steve’s not going anywhere. He shifts, getting comfortable on top of Eddie and promises into the skin of his throat, “I’m not going anywhere, Eddie. I’ve got you and you’re safe. Close your eyes for me, I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”

And, miraculously, Eddie believes him. The weight of Steve on top of him, his promise now eternalised in Eddie’s skin, and the quiet tunes coming from the record player take him where he hasn’t been in far too long.

He doesn’t even have the time to think about the way his past self would scoff at him for letting Steve Harrington lie down on him like this. For holding him close.

There’s only Steve who keeps him safe from the brink of insanity and guides him to a much gentler, warmer, kinder place. It’s a bit like insanity, actually, but at least here there’s someone to take his hand and hold it.

The last thought that crosses his mind is the list he made earlier. Sleep, hug, hang out.

He falls asleep with a smile on his face.

This quickly turns into the only way Eddie can fall asleep, and he’s embarrassed about it at first. Feels like a burden and doesn’t ask for it, spends most nights alone and with the resolution that he just won’t sleep. But Steve finds out and makes him come over again or just kidnaps him in broad daylight.

Every night they spend like this, Steve promises the same thing. “I’m not going anywhere, Eddie. I’ve got you and you’re safe. Close your eyes for me, I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”

Every night they spend like this, Eddie believes him as he winds his arms around Steve in turn and holds him.

And then, over time, words whispered into skin turn into the tentative press of lips there. They turn into kisses, into more promises, declarations, pleas.

Some nights turn into most nights, into every night, and Eddie doesn’t lose his sleep again, not like that. Sometimes it’s Steve who wakes up from a nightmare but Eddie is there to soothe him, to make promises of his own and to hold him until he’s asleep again.

They make it work. And somewhere along the way, somewhere between sleep and promises, underneath the fairy lights Steve never takes down, they fall in love.

It’s a different kind of insanity, and one that Eddie never wants to run from.

#steddie fic #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #the irony of me writing this because i can’t sleep and posting this at 3am is not lost to me #okay actually im posting this way past 3am because sleep deprived ol me forgot what he was doing lmao #THE IRONY #dio words #sorry for taking this wonderful opportunity for mild hurt and big comfort and just. writing insomniac eddie whump #i am a whumper at heart what’s a dio supposed to do #eddie munson whump #steddie hurt/comfort

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You were pretending to sleep when you heard a shuffling of noise much closer than usual to you. You debated if it was something worth your attention - Astarion being an elf who only needed to trance for a couple hours meant he was usually up around this time. But when you felt a presence hovering over you, your eyes flew open.

Astarion was crouched over you, focused on your neck, a pair of sharp fangs bared. You shivered as Astarion quickly backpedaled.

“I only needed, well, blood,” Astarion explained quietly, trying to avoid waking the camp.

You sat up, a hand flying up to cover your mouth to cover the laugh you failed to stifle.

Astarion tensed, confused and guarded. “Is there something humorous?” he hissed.

“Just that you won’t find any palatable blood here,” you told him, giving a wide smirk to bare your own fangs, running your tongue over one of them for good measure. Your right hand went up to the high collar of your camp shirt, pulling it down to reveal a couple of old puncture scars.

Astarion looked taken aback, eyes glancing over you as if really seeing you for the first time. “You’re… also a vampire spawn?” he asked. You gave a nod, suddenly feeling self-conscious again as you smoothed the collar of your shirt back up over your scars. “How did I miss that?”

“Probably the same way I missed it with you. At least until we found one of your kills and you started acting super cagey,” you replied. “Too caught up in everything else to notice the little details.”

Astarion’s brow furrowed. “How’ve you been getting blood? I haven’t noticed you sneak off to hunt like I do,” he commented.

You curled in on yourself a bit and looked at the ground, unable to take Astarion’s studying gaze any longer. “I manage,” you replied. There was no response, and you looked up to see Astarion patiently waiting for more detail with a raised eyebrow. “I’ll… clean my weapons after battle. Get the blood from those. When we have fresh meat for dinner, I’ll make sure mine is under-cooked, can usually get some blood from that.”

“Darling, aren’t you hungry? That can’t be enough for you, not to mention hardly appetizing,” Astarion asked, his face scrunching up at the thought of having to drink the blood off a sword.

“I’m used to it,” you mutter, a finger trailing in the dirt beside your bedroll. You glance up at Astarion, seeing an unfamiliar expression on his face. Something akin to pity? Sympathy? But as soon as he caught your eyes, it was gone, replaced by a flirty smile.

“Well, since neither of us will be able to get our fill from the other,” Astarion started as he began standing up, “seems like a hunt is in order. And now that we don’t have to hide our natures from each other, hunting’s a bit easier done in a pack. Even if it’s a pack of two.” He offered a hand down to you.

You gave Astarion a soft smile as you took his hand to pull yourself up. “Thank you,” you said, squeezing his hand briefly before dropping it to grab your weapons.

“Hmm, what do you think we’ll find?” Astarion asked as the two of you slinked out of camp. “A boar? Bandit? Kobold?”

“Nothing if you keep chattering like that,” you teased.

#astarion #astarion imagine #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 imagine #unspecified gender reader

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kit-williams · 3 months

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Male Lead: Eldar!König Universe/AU: Warhammer 40k & Cod AU/Everyone is an elf/eldar Canon Status: ???

Originally I was going to do one for every type, Exodite, Craftworld, Harlequin, and Drukhari but Exodite is literally just him with a dinosaur and Craftworld probably we wouldn't get to hand holding.

@lycheedr3ams I want to thank you for your recent analysis of König that helped me kinda get an idea for him.

As well as @wordstome and @kneelingshadowsalome

You needed some air... it was madness what the corsair had done. The ship was swarming with Fairweather allies and two cabals that only recently went from going at each others throats to working together. Oh by Yaneed it was madness as suddenly the ancient feud had to be forgotten and it made your whole body ache as you couldn't relax at all being around so many Drukhari whom many still looked at you murderously. Then there were the enigmatic harlequin troupe that operated beyond her knowledge as they were in direct contact with their god.

You sigh as you enter the meditation chamber lucky for you... you kept odd hours so no one would miss you for a few hours...

Drukhari Incubus

König opened an eye as he was in the midst of meditation and his instincts screamed for blood which only meant that you were in his presence. His bloodstones had been taken away as per agreement of joining up though he always could make more but that might not be... tasteful. He remembers spying you by the Corsair captain... Price if he remembers right being introduced as one of the ships farseers.

He could taste your distress as you hadn't even noticed him yet. Oh you would be so easily to kill... so easy to wring your frail little neck and make a new bloodstone out of your... no wait I didn't need a soulstone any more. Konig lazily opened his other eye moving to a lounging position as he watched you try your best to relax and enter meditation but failing again and again.

You jump as someone touches you and you normally hold your emotions in check but seeing the Incubi being the one to touch you... you reacted out of a panic. Your cheek pressed into the floor at the behemoth of a Drukhari just chuckled down at you with his reddish hair tied back with bones laced into his hair. Surprisingly his face was scarred and lacking much makeup making his skin slightly pallor minus the smudged remains of eye black around his eyes.

"Jumpy little maus aren't you?" He cooed, "You going to attack me again or be a good girl?"

"Get off of me." You huffed and he did helping you up. The male was nearly eight feet tall and when you saw him in full regalia you remember seeing the mon-keigh astartes helms decorating his armor; even if they were his favorite kills he was still a skilled killer.

You watched as he easily sunk to the ground in a meditative position. "You were distracting me with how high strung you are maus. While delicious, "He can't help but give his sharp toothed grin at you as his icy blue eyes look absolutely predatory, "I came here to meditate and clear my thoughts not be surrounded by anxiety. I would simply just have to take a walk through some slave holds. So why not tell me what is wrong?"

You huffed at that not watching him remove his gloves as you debate and you are suppose to try and be friendlier to them. You swallowed up your misgivings as the Drukhari on board have cleaned up nicely. "Well... some of your kind just make me anxious... given how I suppose your kind always tried to kill me first.... what are you doing." You say noticing how he is slowly wrapping his large hands around one of your own.

"A meditative technique my master taught me. Keep speaking."

"You're not going to inflict pain on me are you?"

"Nein. Not everything is about pain." He says pulling away the cloth from around your hand. You feel his bare fingertips against yours slowly moving down your fingers to your palm. You cant stop the shivering you can swallow up the blush on your face. You should yell at him for this inappropriate hand touching but... "continue what you were saying."

"I'm um... " You swallow again, "nervous and anxious as everyone looks at me like I'm a chew toy or a piece of meat."

He chuckles softly as his bare hands continue to play with your own. "Well you are fraulein. You are a rather young farseer and we can tell." He ignores your huff, "but that doesn't mean we are going to act on it. I certainly wont."

"See you say that but how can I trust you?"

You soon feel a familiar tracing on the palm of your hand as one of his hands pulls away pulling down his collar showing an ugly brand mark against his throat. A mark of khaine, "Shall I swear upon our war god? Shall I swear that my hands should forever bleed? We Incubi are a different breed then our kin... you should know that liebling." He leans in and you lean back ending up on your back with him looming over you with a smile. Your hand entwined with his, "I swear to Khaine that I will not act upon such baser desires and will actually try to get over my... distrust and hatred of you. I mean me touching you is akin to you touching me. A discomfort we both must get over." You glance down at your hand tightly holding his now and neither of you feel like letting go. "Well I am going to nap. I will guard you liebling." He says with a smile as you both return to sitting cross legged and just closing your eyes as you can feel the calmness wash over you... even if you're still holding his hand.

taglist @bispecsual @the-californicationist @egrets-not-regrets @libraryshadow @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

#fluffuary2024 #fluffuary #konig #konig cod #könig cod #konig x reader #cod mw2 #warhammer 40k #cod au #warhammer 40k au #drukhari #Incubus

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 3 days

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Delicious in Dungeon scenario with an Eri Reader. She wants adventure and the adventurers are panicking because a child is in the dungeon!

-You weren’t completely sure where you were, it was a little cold, but nothing you couldn’t handle, but it was rather dark as you slowly stood, looking around.

-This wasn’t anything like the place you had been, with Overhaul, this was some place new, the walls and everything around you being made of stone.

-You were in a hallway, and after a brief debate, you picked one direction and started walking, hoping to find someone who might be able to help you and tell you where you were.

-You passed by some suits of armor, and your eyes turned into sparkles, seeing that you were in a castle! Or at least you thought you were, that’s what you saw in your picture books, stone buildings, and suits of armor.

-You wandered around for a while, seeing some glowing mushrooms in various areas, which made you curious on how they were glowing as you continued to explore.

-As you continued, you came across strange creatures, ones that didn’t pay you any mind, as you weren’t a threat and since you were small, you weren’t worth eating, but you didn’t know that. All you could see was creatures you’ve seen in fairy tales and picture books, and you were loving it! It was like you were on an adventure!

-You paused as you came to a large staircase, one that was spiraling both up and down, leaving you to your next decision, on which way to go.

-Believing you were in a castle, you decided to go down, as that would lead you to the entrance, or so you thought as you held onto the railing and slowly walked down, not wanting to fall.

-When you came to a big landing, that led out into various hallways, you decided to explore!

-You came across a round shield that had a lion head on the front of it, it was a little heavy, but you were able to put your arms through it, like a backpack, and you couldn’t help but beam, not really realizing the situation you found yourself in, you were just having fun!

-It was about two hours later when you were starting to get hungry as you held your stomach, wondering where you could get some food before a delicious smell surrounded you.

-You followed your nose and wandered down the hall, seeing it was a little lighter, thanks to floating balls of light that were around.

-You were in awe, “It’s so pretty!”

-You missed the nearby voices, but they instantly went silent, hearing a child’s voice and quickly they rushed towards you, worried about a child being so far down.

-You heard a boot skid and you turned from where you were holding one of the balls of light, seeing a group of people there, a human, a dwarf, a boy who had big ears, and an elf lady.

-Your eyes went wide as you beamed, pointing at the human, “A knight in shining armor!” instantly he had you in his arms, holding you out at arm’s length, “What’s a child doing here?”

-They took you back to their camp and Senshi, the dwarf, made you a bowl of the food, it was stew of some sort and Chilchuck had you on his lap, as he was the only one who had experience with children, helping you blow on your food.

-Marcille was super nice to you, as she asked how you got down so far, which confused you and Laois told you that you were going underground, as the castle was buried, turning it into a dungeon.

-You told them how you woke up in a long and dark hallway, with nobody around and you just started walking. Senshi was impressed with your bravery while Chilchuck was grumbling, annoyed at others, who let you get into this situation.

-When Laois asked you about your family, you got really quiet, pulling your arms into your chest, looking scared but Chilchuck grabbed your arm, gently, as he had seen something, and saw the scars on your arms.

-Marcille quickly had you in her arms, panicking about healing you, while the men were all shouting that they were going to roll some heads for hurting a child like you.

-You calmed them, but also broke their hearts, “They don’t hurt, not anymore. My quirk made them better.”

-After learning that this world didn’t have quirks, after you explained what one was, or at least the little bit that you did know, Marcille was theorizing that you came from another world, as your world was far more advanced than this world, as they asked you questions, and you asked them questions.

-You ended up telling them about Overhaul, telling them what he had done to you, trying to exploit your quirk, appalling them as they couldn’t even begin to imagine treating a child the way you had been treated.

-Laios was curious, wanting to know if it was like magic, and asked you for your permission to show your quirk, which you had never had before and you agreed.

-Marcille and Chilchuck were quickly yelling at Laois while you were sobbing, after he sliced his hand open, you hadn’t been expecting him to hurt himself, while Senshi was trying to calm you down.

-You took Laios’ hand in your own and your horn suddenly grew as an aura surrounded it, and they all watched as you healed the wound.

-Marcille, who was well versed in magic, watched carefully and she spoke, “It’s not magic, and it’s not healing, it’s like Y/N is reversing time, reversing the damage that has been done.”

-They all looked at you, knowing full well that there would be so many people that would exploit your abilities, since it wasn’t magic, but they weren’t going to let that happen. You’ve suffered enough, and now they were going to protect you.

-You threw your hands up and cheered loudly when Laios made the decision to keep you with their group, rather than taking you back upstairs and to a place you could get cared for, like an orphanage, as you didn’t want to leave your new friends.

-Marcille used a needle to alter one of her spare dresses so it could fit you and you twirled, “It’s so pretty, are you sure I can have this?” you were so stinking precious, you were such a selfless child, one they were now going to protect!

-As camp was packed up, Senshi helped you put your shield back on, stating that it was a good thing for you to be protected by it, while Chilchuck said you looked like a turtle, which just made you smile as you held onto Marcille’s hand as the group continued on.

#eri reader #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon

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cosmos-coma · 1 year

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Hey!! If it's okay for you, may I request something about elf&innocent!reader and Geralt? Like they know each other and meet often in Novigrad. She helps Geralt when he is injured and so on 🥺

Blossoms of Beggartick

A/N: Of course!! I hope this works for what you were thinking of because I absolutely loved writing this little ficlet!

Pairing: Geralt x Reader

Words: ~700

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The day had felt like a sack of bricks on your mind, squishing all of your grey matter into one flat and exhausted pancake. You just couldn’t wait to get home so you could relax and unwind a bit.

As an elf, you had made the hard decision to take some time away from your people and were currently taking courses at the Oxenfurt Academy. You were already well-practiced as a healer in the use of elvish medicines but had yet to fully delve into the ways that humans and other species used theirs. There was a lot of overlap between them all, so you were making your way through your classes without too much trouble, but the three-hour lectures were starting to wear on you.

You crossed the bridge into Novigrad, bag slung over your shoulder, medical kid in hand, and made your way up the stairs to the balcony of your apartment.

“Oh..?” you paused as you noticed the beggartick blossom tucked into the door frame and the droplets of blood leading up the steps from where you came. You knew it could only mean one thing.

“Gwynbleidd?” you asked as you poked your head inside, excited to see him again after so long.

“In here…” he mumbled from the other room, sounding tired and gruff.

You set down your bag of books and brought your kit in towards the living room where you found Geralt sitting on the couch, holding a head wound that was still dripping blood- amongst other injuries.

“Oh, Geralt… you’re bleeding all over my rug,” You said with a smile as you came over to look over his wounds, fingers wrapping around his wrist as you gently but firmly pulled his hand away. You rummaged your free hand around in your kit before finding what you needed and pressing a gauze against his forehead.

He snorted, “Well that’s one way to say hello, I missed you too.” He said and rolled his eyes with a small smile playing on his lips. “It’s been a little longer than usual, how are you holding up?”

You smiled and kneeled down to his level as you got to work fixing him up, your gentle and easy hands working over his already scarred and time-roughened skin. “It's good. I’m almost finished with my certificates actually.” You said with a proud smile as you handed him a mortar and pestle. “Would you crush this, please? Thank you. I actually finish this spring… but I’m thinking of sticking around for a while. How would you ever know where to find me otherwise?” You said with a bit of a playful scrunching of your nose as you spoke.

As Geralt crushed and helped you prepare what you needed, you began stitching up the wounds too deep to heal on their own properly. “You’re right on that. I’d be shit out of luck in Novigrad without you around.”

“Language, my dear Witcher,” you warned and tied off a line of stitches, straight and concise just like you had practiced hundreds of times before.

“Oh, ‘your dear Witcher’ am I..?” he teased, with a cheeky smile about him. You never understood the rumors of witchers having no emotions- dulled? Maybe. But you look at the smile he gives you now and you know the rumors can only be that. Rumors.

“Not if you keep that up.” You said with a gentle swat to his arm before taking the mortar from him, ”Thank you for your help.” You slathered the poultice over his wounds before bandaging them up with care. “There you go, all fixed up,” you said with a warm smile and stood once again, wiping your hands on the front of your dress.

“Really though��. I don't know what I would do here without you.” Geralt paused to say, his hand now wrapping around your wrist to make sure you stay beside him just a little longer.

Your smile softened and grew even wider as your free hand came up to graze his cheek. “Then it's a good thing you’ll never have to worry about that, My dear Witcher. Now rest up for a bit and then maybe you can help me get to work on dinner?”

Geralt smiled an easy smile and nodded, hand loosening away from your wrist and lingering on your hand before fully dropping away. “Of course, my little elf….”

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Taglist: @open--till--midnight @writingmysanity @dark-academia-slut

#i really loved writing this!#I wasnt 100% how you meant by innocent #but i hope this works!#writing requests #i just love getting requests it doesnt happen super often and it makes me feel like a real writer #geralt of rivia #geralt x you #geralt x reader #geralt x y/n #geralt imagine #the witcher #geralt fluff #Geralt #Elf reader #Innocent reader #geralt z rivii

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dailygtwscar · 1 year

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[153] I've missed him. I'm so glad he returned for a little bit

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bloodsuckingfiends · 3 months

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Of Blood & Stars ~ Prologue

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A/N: The prologue is short, as it's just kind of setting things up to be a little more interesting. The actual chapters I plan on being at least 2K words each. Anyways... I'm so excited to be writing about my Tav and sharing her with people!

Surrounded by a wreckage of flames and metal, Elendil pulled herself up from the scraps. A warmth bloomed across her forehead, just beneath her hairline, and slowly trickled down the bridge of her nose and then cheek. She smudged a hand across it, and pulled away to find crimson staining her skin, her face contorting into a grimace at the sight. She’d have to take care of it later. The crash was intense to say the least, she was bound to have a few extra scars in the end. Thank the Gods this one felt quite minor in comparison to some wounds she has borne in the past. Elendil’s eyes scan the wreck around her, searching and quickly finding an exit that opens up to a sandy beach.

Elendil’s head pounded, a terrible throbbing that only progressed as she approached a survivor, a half-elf named Shadowheart, on the beach, and then again when the two approached the stone sigil that held an eclectic wizard. No doubt, the pain was contributed by the delightful tadpole wriggling behind their eyes, and perhaps that same tadpole explained who she had thought she had seen on the ship. There was an ache in her chest, just at the thought. Sometimes her mind seemed to enjoy playing terribly cruel tricks on her, giving her glances at what she so terribly missed, but couldn’t have. It was too often that she had to remind herself; he’s dead. Gone. Not yet reincarnated. Her fingers immediately went to her pocket, where they worried away at the soft needle work of embroidered flowers lining a handkerchief. It often felt as though it was all she had left of him, the fabric never far from her, just as she thought he would be. How wrong she was.

Short, quick breaths leave her lungs in a panic, and hazel eyes darted around the ship, searching for an escape, a weapon, something to aid her. Rather than something, they land on someone. She must have been hit over the head quite hard if she’s seeing him. Or perhaps she was drugged. A Mindflayer steps into her view, promptly cutting off her thoughts when a nasty squirming parasite is suddenly being moved towards her eye. There’s a moment of pain, before unconsciousness takes its hold on her once again.

“I suppose we should go speak to him then? Looks like another survivor.” Gale muses, shaking Elendil from her thoughts. So the elf she was seeing was indeed real and not a figment of her imagination. She was convinced now that it had to be someone who looked quite similar, or perhaps a trick of the worm.

“ I suppose we should” she says in agreement as she continues toward the male.

As they approached, he took notice, only glancing quickly back at them before swiftly turning back to whatever it was that he was looking at.

“Hurry, I’ve got one of those brain things cornered.” His voice catches her by surprise.

“There, in the grass. You can kill it, can’t you? Like you killed the others?”

Still, even as she comes up just behind him, he doesn’t turn. She looks around for whatever it is he’s looking at, coming up with nothing,

“Hm…. you seem pretty capable.” Elendil hums, before turning on her heel towards her newfound companions.

She made it merely 10 feet before she felt an arm wrap around her waist, and a leg bringing hers out from under her. Within seconds, she had a dagger delicately pressed to the thin skin of her throat, and burgundy eyes looking into hers from just inches away. Her breath hitches in her and her heart feels as though it may beat out of her chest. It can’t be. It’s not possible yet she would be able to recognize those eyes anywhere, regardless of the color. His eyes. But it couldn’t be. It was completely impossible. He was gone. Dead. She had visited his grave almost daily. Sobbed for hours over the empty space his absence had left in her heart and soul.

“Astarion-”

“Tav-'' he says her adolescent name like a whisper. Softly, like he can’t believe who he has pressed beneath his weapon at this moment. His eyes darted about her features, searching for something to prove wholly that this is indeed her, and finding that proof in the freckle above her arched brow. Elendil’s heart squeezes at the name.

“Tav? Who’s Tav?” Gale questions Shadowheart, effectively breaking the tense silence.

#astarion ancunin #astarion x tav #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate tav #baldurs gate astarion #elendil x astarion #astarion x reader #astarion x oc #gale dekarios #shadowheart

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astarionposting · 3 months

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OC MEME TAG GAME | thank you for the tag @topaz-carbuncle <3

FREYJA

Nicknames: Se Timpa Velkrys, ‘Reyja (by her brother)

Pronouns: She/her

Star sign: Taurus

Height: 5’3

Orientation: Bi

Race: (bg3) Half high elf | (actual lore) Half-Valyrian

Romancing: Astarion

Favourite fruit: Cherries

Favourite season: Winter

Favourite flower: Dahlias

Favourite scent: Rosemary, winter air

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: tea

Average sleep hours: 4-5

Dogs or cats: cats

Amount of blankets: 2 blankets, both fur

Random fact: Her dragon’s name is Vahaeron, the twin dragon of Rhaela, who belongs to her twin brother. These dragons are the hatchlings of silverwing, and were later gifted to the twins by king Jaehaerys I Targaryen, their grandfather.

FREY

Nicknames: Se Timpa Zaldrīzes, the undead prince (post-res), arsehole (by his sister)

Pronouns: he/him

Star sign: Taurus

Height: 6’1

Orientation: Bi

Race: (bg3) Half high elf | (actual lore) Half-Valyrian

Romancing: No one right now lol

Favourite fruit: Clementines

Favourite season: Spring

Favourite flower: Snapdragons

Favourite scent: The smell of firewood burning

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: Coffee

Average sleep hours: 9-10 (he loves to sleep)

Dogs or cats: cats

Amount of blankets: like 10+ at least

Random fact: His dragon’s name is Rhaela! As previously mentioned, the twin dragon of Vahaeron. Similar to Frey, Rhaela was killed by Vahaeron in battle and was later resurrected, left with an array of battle scars and a missing eye. She is the smaller dragon of the two. In their actual lore, Rhaela and Vahaeron are white/silver dragons, similar to Silverwing (I’m limited with dragon variants in bg3 lol so they appear red when I make in game edits, but nothing I can do bout that unless I learn how to recolour them)

Tagging: @dolceaspidenera @anderwelt @dark-and-kawaii @korcariiwitch - feel free to ignore this if u don’t wanna do it or if you were already tagged I apologize for tagging twice 😭

(So I tried to fit them in asoiaf before the dance of dragons while keeping their Baratheon bloodline, but all I could find was Lady Jocelyn Baratheon and Aemon Targaryen, soooo that is what I am going with maybe… even if they are supposed to take their fathers name lol. I wanted them to have dragons and somewhat maintain the lore that the dragons went extinct after the dance of dragons—besides Dany’s dragons of course waaay later on. I’m not a lore master of asoiaf or got/hotd, so I tried my best 😭 but I’m always changing shit so I might just end up making up something else until I’m happy with it lol—so the names and times don’t really matter and shouldn’t be looked into too much cause it might not make sense 🤭)

Me trying to figure out their lore and where to fucking place them in the mess that I made of the asoiaf universe

#tag game #oc: freyja baratheon / se timpa velkrys #oc: Frey Baratheon / Se Timpa Zaldrīzes #a lot of my stuff is cringe so just uhhh have an open mind 😊

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featherwurm · 3 months

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tagged by @baronmpontmercy thank youuuuuuu

Name: Zatavia Felix

Nickname(s): Tav, preferred over anything else including her full name unless you're very close

Pronouns: She/Her

Star Sign: Libra

Height: 6'9"

Orientation: Bisexual

Race: Zariel Tiefling

Romancing: Karlach

Fave Fruit: Lychee

Fave Season: Fall

Fave Flower: Star Jasmine, Gardina, Iris, Crocus,

Fave Scent: Salt Spray, petrichor, campfire, pine, sandlewood

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Coffee, black

Average Sleep Hours: 6 (average) 8 (sleeping in), She sleeps quickly and easily but fairly lightly. Likes to be to bed last and up first. She is genuinely someone who can go just fine on six hours of sleep max - it's upsetting.

Dogs or Cats: Cats but she genuinely just likes animals whatever they are and tries to do right by then (even if she can never remember to use 'speak with animals'). Will do anything for Scratch.

Dream Trip: It's incredibly dangerous and stupid but she kindof wants to see all the levels of hell now, and kick some ass in each one.

Amount of Blankets: One, maybe, or just a sheet - tends to run warm and current co-sleeping arrangements are VERY warm.

Random Fact(s):

Has a couple exes and has multiple flings over the years - her first "ex" was another monk in a different monastery she had a long pen-pal correspondence with in her teens. The two of them really bonded over shared feelings of alienation and overcoming internal frustration and anxiety. They broke up very nastily when they first met in person and it turned out she wasn't a half-elf and he wasn't a tiefling (they were both 17 and so desperately upset. They both regret stuff they said.) Her other ex is the owner of an inn in the middle of nowhere (North East of Scornubel outside the Reaching Woods) who was kind enough to let her stay a while as she healed from the injuries that caused the scar on her face (she was lucky enough to be found by an adventuring party and dragged there to rest off the levels of exhaustion.) She stayed for a couple years. Their relationship ended amicably but out of necessity when she was fully healed up and ready to move on. They still write sometimes, but the inn owner has since married and settled happily into family life while she still wanders.

Between those two exes she spent about 10 years thinking herself completely unlovable and unworthy of attention and affection - she got better though.

She's missing the very tip of the hook of her tail because she accidentally bit it off as a toddler.

Has taken to calling Karlach 'Soul' when she uses 'Soldier' (used with affection, of course.)

tagging @bottomvalerius and @ankoku-jin

Pictured here being a nuisance:

#zatavia #tav #BG3 #baulders gate 3 #art #personal

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whateverrr-duddee · 2 years

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𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

pairing: legolas x reader

warnings: fluff! a tiny bit of angst

summary: After the battle of the ring, the only female member of the fellowship (lord Elronds daughter) is to be married off as her father wishes. A ball is held to seek the husband her father approves of. Little to his knowledge she fell in love with a elf boy on her adventure.

The fellowship were very close. They had been through so much it was impossible not to be. But, You and Legolas had a different type of relationship compared to yours and Aragorns sibling like love. Legolas made your heart stutter and your head explode. That night after the mines he confessed his feelings for you. You were both inseparable since. But now here you were in a undeniably beautiful gown waiting to be find a elf or man to be married off too. Unlike Arwen you didn’t find it easy to love. Arwen and Aragorn fell in love a long time ago. You never knew what the hype was about the love she spoke of until you met him. Legolas Greenleaf Prince of Mirkwood.

“Be quiet pippin she’s going to come out any minute” Sam told his fellow Hobbit as himself and the remaining members of the fellowship stood in the ballroom of Rivendell. “Can’t she be left to find her own love” merry piped in. “Lord Elrond in his eyes has already lost one daughter he fears to loose the other” Gandalf spoke as Aragorn looked down guiltily. Arwen smiles fondly at him as Legolas put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I hope she finds a man who will treat her right” Legolas said quietly. Aragorn looking at him sadly. Aragorn knew of the longing Legolas now felt towards her. The only one who knew the full exoten of how much their love ran in the hearts for the one another.

“Please Welcome, Princess Y/N Undómiel of Rivendell” the guardsman spoke. you took a deep breathe As the doors flew open you walked in. You walked over to your father. “Let the Ball begin” he said everyone cheered as the music started began playing.

You felt as if you had been dancing for hours. Boring Elves and Brooding Men. You decided to take a small break and sit down. Your sister sat next to you. “How are you my lend er?” Arwen spoke . You gave her a small smile “i’m okay, it feels like i have been dancing for hours”Arwen softly chuckes “it’s not even been two hours yet”. You sighed. “Im going to miss this” you spoke. She knew of what you spoke. In a few decades she would be gone forever. unlucky decades felt like but months for elves. “do not dwell, if i can advise you on something sometimes you have to put your wants before Ada’s” you looked at her confused as she walked off.

You got up and danced with a few men. Darin the current one was. “You fought in the battle of the ring?” he asked although it sounded more like a statement you hummed in response. “battle is no place for a woman. Womens bodys should be kept sacred not contorted scared from battles they are not made to fight” that was a kick in the teeth. You had a few scars littering your body from the battle. you had decided to leave this conversation and dance with another leaving Darin and his horrid views alone with his ego.

“excuse me, may i?” you heard a all time familiar voice come from behind you. The elf you were dancing with looked startled and immediately nodded and let go of you and let him hold you. As you felt his arms around you waist your body felt tingly. “Hello” he whiskers as you put your arms around his neck and his on your waist “what you doing?” you asked. He gave you a queasy expression. “doing something i needed a lot of courage for” he chucked nervously. “I hate this” your showed looking in his eyes. “i know, i saw you looking incredulous bored by Calan” he spoke softly. you laughed. for the first time tonight. “ Cin thír urethral nin gilgalad” the heat rose to your cheeks with that comment. you instinctively hid your face in his chest. the hobbits were used to seeing the tough and serious side of legolas so seing him being so gentle and carefree was refreshing. “you look amazing your self” he did he was clad in a icy blue tunic with a gorgeous head bands in his perfect white hair. “i want to be the one you marry nin mel” your head shot up as he spoke “i want to be the one you wake up to everyone morning, i want to be the father of your child, i want to be the one to get you through the hard days and the nightmare that i know you think i don’t know about” you started into his cerulean eyes. trying to see if he was lying. he wasn’t. you smiled, and looked over to Arwen who lowered her head and smiled. you whipped into his ear “do something about it then. you went to walk away when you felt his hand spin you back into his embraces your back against his chest. his arms on your waist. his breathe on your neck sending a shiver down your spine. “we will do the dance then” he smirked.

It was tradition at these events that the eleth or elf and the chosen do a dance to signify the union.You knew this would not only anger king Thranduil but your father aswell and most of the elleths and elves as you two were the most desirable of all.

his arms found their way to your waist again and span you around so you were facing him it took a while for the money it signified that you were doing thr sacred dance to hit people you knew when you heard gandalf smile and say “they are finishing the dance”. He dipped you the. lifted you up into the air slowly being you down as he stared into your y/e/c eyes. His lips felt like the missing puzzle piece this was in no means your first kiss but everytime you kissed Legolas it felt like it. He rested his forehead on yours as his hands wandered in your y/h/c hair and yours on his chest. “ Im mel cin” you said in almost a whisper he soundly have caught if if not for his elf enchanted hearing. He rand his covered over your ears sending a wave of sensitivity over you causing you to sigh. “ Im mel cin too nin princess”

translations

Lend er = sweet one

Ada = Father

Cin thír urethral nin gilgalad = you look urethral my starlight

Nin mel= my love

Im mel cin = i love you

Im mel cin too nin princess= i love you too princes

A/N: please leave suggestions!

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