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There are children who grew up on atla, still praising it's writing, animation, and emotional storylines.
And then there's children who grew up like me, with this shitshow. And you know what? Screw it-
I loved it.
This is me ranting about this horribly flawed show that's a relic of my childhood.
It was either incredibly predictable, or batshit crazy, was riddled with plotholes, and was about a bunch of twelve year olds playing matchmaker for badly animated chinese legends that looked more like burnt out balcanic couples.
The plot happens in episode 1-5 and then 25-26. Inbetween that, it's just tomfoolery. 19 episodes of literal nothing. The people who get close to ending them are literally never the main badguys. They fix up marriages, families, (it's kinda sweet in that sense i guess...) fight the baddies (one of whom they literally HAVE to befriend- but thats just another one of the ✨plotholes✨) and run after the dragons eye, which (guided by their fortune cookie of a master) leads them in a gigantic circle back to where they came from.
The plotholes are so ridiculous that my brain started to come up with explanations that I literally just made up in my head. I remembered there being an episode with an umbrella, and I was sure that it was either used by Flamo, since y'know fire... But no, the fire element is doing just fine in the rain (despite the water element not doing well in the desert but who cares amiright) Or maybe Jinhou since water corrodes metal. But no.The umbrella was Raindrops. The water element. I can't make this up I swear.
Then there is the biggest thing that stems from the premise of the story: They need the five elements to reunite, and become the golden dragon. So why doesn't General Bu just get rid of one or two of them? He captures them regularly, and he has one stapled to his hip at all times... Why does he insist on capturing all of them? (So the show may go on i guess) In my mind, I decided that if one dies or something, the rest can revive them, but that is never even implied in the show, I'm just trying to stop my brain from imploding...
The characters are... Not smart. The only characters arguably smart are Master Yun (debatable) and Shao Yen who is in the wrong show (and sometimes Niwa I guess). I mean, it explains a lot when you know these characters are all 12, and the backstories loosely fit their personalities (by sheer accident I'm sure). Niwa was a servant, and has the strongest powers so she's reserved and nut much of a leader, but still confident, Jinhou was raised and praised by monks who knew of his importance, so hes full of himself and a bit sheltered, Randrop is an objectively worse fighter and student than Shao Yen, so he has doubts, and she in turn has this responsible big sister attitude despite not leading. Flamo acts pretty accurate for a 12 year old with fire powers and a megalomaniac for a role model. ...Why is it that only he and Raindrop gets dumb ass names, while the others get... Like, normal ones?
Last point: This show brings up some interesting ideas (by accident I'm sure) and blatantly ignores them, going out of it's way to avoid anything even remotely surface deep. General Bu, evil mastermind (with gadgets I'm sure they made up while high on drugs) is the past student of Master Yun, teacher and father figure of two of the main characters. That never even matters. It gets mentioned in episode 1 and never again. Why is he even evil? Idk, who cares. Dragon taido. What even is it? How is it different from Tiger taido, and what even is that? Is it made up by General Bu, or are there other martial arts forms? When our characters scream dragon taido, they just start using their elemental powers, and there is no difference between how Raindrop fights and how Flamo fights despite them being dragon and tiger taido novices respectively. Hell, I'm pretty sure Flamo never even says Tiger taido in the whole series, only Bu does. Grub is apparently an experiment gone wrong, but I'm not even sure if I made that up, or was a detail of the show. Thats how important it is. There's this thing where they try to juxtapose Shao Yen and Raindrops semi-healthy sibling relationship (and to a lesser extent with the other two elements), to Grub and Flamos toxic one, but that never goes any further than Grub calling for him when locked in a cupboard, and Flamo being kinda sad for a moment when he "dies".
Also: The whole Avatar ripoff thing? I don't really see it? Yes, obviously thats what inspired it, and honestly, the intro is probably the big thing people point to when saying its a fipoff and you know what, thats fair. But story wise, I don't really see it: Face it people. Master Raindrop is way to off the rails to even try to liken it to Avatar. Outside of five man band, elemental powers, and fiery -eventually redeemed -bad guy, i don't really see it (and none of that was invented by avatar, might I add). Maybe that one talk with Master Yun in episode 5, but wise, cryptic guy is also not an Avatar thing. I even saw some people say Grub is supposedly Uncle Irohs stand in..? Flamo and Grub remind me more of the wet bandits from home alone than Uncle Iroh and Zuko, but suit yourself I guess :"D
Now after saying I love this show, shitting on it for 3 and a half pages, I have only one thing to say.
Its still better than the movie.
#master raindrop#raindrop#im not even surprised this isn't a tag#I was thinking of putting an atla tag in here#just to throw off the fans#and spread the word of this glorious monstrosity#but I decided against it#smh
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I actually drew a lot LOL 🤣🤣😂
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Just found out this series is not a figment of my imagination, have a good day everyone!
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Okay, so minor spoilers for the last episode of s3 of TUA that will also probably only be understood by a very niche group of people with very specific childhood experiances
But HOLY SHIT IT'S THAT ONE PLOTLINE FROM THE LAST EPISODE OF MASTER RAINDROP
#the umbrella academy#tua s3#tua s3 spoilers#master raindrop#the fact that this wasn't even a tag before 💀#if you watched minimax between 2009 and 2013 please talk to me#i mean#they even had the star thing and and the superpowers and and and the world saving ritual that actually kills you trope
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Master raindrop
We appreciate it all!Īs always big thanks to for the killer artwork and for his contribution to our sound.Įmail us at can find us at on most social media platforms, including Facebook, Instagram and YouTube. If you enjoy what we do please support us by leaving a review and giving our socials a like and follow. In the end, when the Great Golden Dragon is restored again, it destroys Bu's armor, only to show that there is only one small child inside.This week the Dorks dive into the amazing science world of Dr stone, we also look back on the flaming pile of dog shit know as Master RaindropĪnd to top it all off the Weebology professors are back to drop some straight up knowledge on the Dorks. However, he has no idea how Master Yun acts, so Raindrop soon discovers Bu's plan. He tries to hit them, but Flamo reflects his shot and destroys Bu's flying fortress. Any information you publish in a comment, profile, work, or Content that you post or import onto AO3 including in summaries, notes and tags, will be accessible. AKC show champions (over 50 to date) and group placers, master hunters. There the Elements go through the Dragon's Gate, the portal into the Golden Dragon's consciousness, to raise the Dragon. Luxury Large Foyer Chandelier, Modern Crystal Raindrop Chandeliers Flush. Feeling upset by such a perverse betrayal of his leader, Flamo turns his back on General Bu and definitely joins the elements.įurious, Bu does not give up and wants to destroy them all at once and forever. Drawn by the mysterious pull of the Golden Dragon, the five Elements and Master Yun find themselves back at the Academy, which Shao Yen and Raindrop left at the start of their quest. However, he discovers that General Bu wants to destroy all elements, including his own Flamo. Flamo pretends to be betrayed by Bu and after the elements help him, he steals the Eye. In the end, General Bu sends Flamo to steal the dragon's eye from the elements. They know about the Great Golden Dragon,but cannot restore the Great Golden Dragon without the last element that is precisely the Flame. Meanwhile, Raindrop and Shao Yen are joined by the rest of the elements: Jin Hou (metal) and Niwa (earth). In this game you have to give it your best to get what you wanted, so in this game. General Bu makes many attempts to capture the elements, but he always fails. Master Raindrop is a very exciting game that will give you big headaches and will test your patience, much like the photos that you have to analyze how well you and you realize that there are differences between them, so that mark them and get points for each. Are you looking for shows like Master Raindrop We have curated a list for you, a list of shows by the likes of Steve Cooper, Jane Ubrien and Rachel King. After failing to search for the two elements, Bu kidnaps Master Yun and orders Flamo to burn the school. Luckily, Master Yun can hide his apprentices in front of Bu. Master Raindrop follows the journey of martial arts novice Raindrop and his friend Shao Yen on their quest to save their Master Yun - and ultimately their entire peaceful land - from the evil General Bu and his army of terracotta warriors. He then runs to martial arts school, where Master Yun trains two other elements, Raindrop (water) and Shao Yen (wood). The first element he encounters is Flamo,the element of fire, and so Bu convinces him to join his army. Drawn by the mysterious pull of the Golden Dragon, the five Elements and Master Yun find themselves back at the Academy, which Shao Yen and Raindrop left at the start of their quest. All - Purpose ' Rip Master Rainmaker ' Warren Axe & Tool Co. With Joshua Anderson, Sarah Aubrey, David Francis, Rachel King. Bu doesn't want that to happen, so he starts looking for them. Rain Drop, ' otary ' SQUARES, Try and Mitre rican Foundry & Mfg. 12 years later, General Bu discovers that five elements are still alive and that they can restore the Great Golden Dragon.
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STUDY BUDDIES !
A small scenario collection in which Master Attendant stresses over their studies... Worriedly, a Food Soul close to them offers their assistance.
Feat. Raindrop Cake, Brownie, & Beer.
Trying a new format style—please enjoy ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ~☆ can you tell I love writing for favourites?
Reblogs are greatly appreciated!
Raindrop Cake
He's not quite sure why he'd come knocking on your door. Perhaps it was your loud groaning that brought him to you, or perhaps it was the decreasing amount of breaks you took outside. Whatever the case, Raindrop Cake knocked. Once, then twice.
You spoke through the door, telling him to come in. Raindrop hesitated before turning the knob.
You turned to see the pink haired Food Soul, sitting in his wheelchair at the door. "Am I bothering you?" Raindrop Cake asked, unsure. You shook your head.
You walked over and opened the door wider. Letting him in, you asked Raindrop Cake what was wrong. "...I would ask you the same thing, Master Attendant," Raindrop replied. You closed the door, slow, and with a sigh. You hesitated slightly, telling him that the reason behind your miserable state is rather silly.
"I'm not so sure I can agree with that." Raindrop Cake frowned. "Something silly shouldn't stress you out so much." You supposed he could be right, but was it so wrong to think that maybe you should be worrying for a better reason? No matter how hard you studied, you felt so unprepared, like all the work you did was for nothing. Your expression worsened at the thought.
Raindrop Cake was patient when you eventually told him about your studies. He listened as you ranted and rambled as much as your heart desired. Afterwards, he said, "That sounds like a lot." It's true, because it was. At least, that's what it felt like.
"How about you teach me?" He said.
You perked up at his suggestion; you asked what he meant by that. Raindrop Cake seemed to fiddle with his hands for a moment, trying to figure out how to put his thoughts into words. "Someone told me once that when you want to get better at learning something, teaching someone else can help you understand it better," he explained. "It was just an idea, you don't actually have to do that if you don't want to."
Whether you've heard about that technique before or not, you thought it was an excellent idea. You decided to take him up on that offer, asking him if he was sure about it. Raindrop Cake looked surprised. "If it helps you, I... I wouldn't mind being taught by you."
If he was being honest, he didn't think you'd find his suggestion all that helpful. But now, whenever the two of you had the time, you began teaching Raindrop Cake all about whatever it was you were studying. Any notes you'd made previously were also helpful: as Raindrop Cake read over your notes, you explained what exactly was on the paper in more detail. There would sometimes be a back and forth discussion. You did stumble sometimes, but with Raindrop Cake to help learn along with you, you were able to better your already existing knowledge.
To your surprise, Raindrop Cake was quite good at asking questions for you to answer. Sometimes there were days where he took the initiative, taking you by surprise.
"Master Attendant, could you teach me about this?" Raindrop Cake had one of your note papers in his hand. You quickly recognized it and explained the material the best way you could. You had gotten more confident about the things you studied. Noticing this, Raindrop Cake seemed to smile at your answer.
Brownie
Your head slammed onto your desk, catching the attention of a certain dark haired butler. He practically jumped at the sound, his blue eyes quickly spotting your slumped over figure. Taken aback, he asked, "Master Attendant, are you alright?!"
When you told him "no," he was all over you. Not overbearingly so, but the amount of questions he asked right out of the gate was a little... a lot. You told him you were just upset because of your studies, telling him about your frustration: how difficult you found it to be and how dumb you felt for not knowing it as well as you felt you should.
It comes as a surprise to you when he could, admittedly, relate to the feeling of inadequacy. As a butler, Brownie strives to assist his master to the best of his ability. Having said that, there are times where he still has trouble knowing exactly how to help certain situations, what the best remedies are, how to deal with a few instances. There is a mist of uncertainty, a worry that he might not be doing the best he could be.
"May I see what it is you're studying?" Brownie asked. You obliged and showed him your material, any textbooks or handwritten notes would do. You pulled up another chair for him so he could sit down as he skimmed through.
With a myriad of skills and talents at his disposal, Brownie is also well organized and diligent. If you asked, he could probably figure out a system or schedule for you to follow. But instead, you asked him if he could help alongside you, one on one. "Like a sort of studying partner?" He asked, to which you replied with a nod. Brownie looked through the material some more before nodding himself. "Alright, I can do that."
The thought of being study buddies with Brownie made you feel relieved.
"Rest assured, Master Attendant. Even if things don't work out on the first try, I still have a few ideas that might be able to help you. It all depends on the kind of style you study best in. And, ah, I will try to be the best 'study buddy' to you, as you put it." You smiled, giggling with a hand over your mouth. Brownie tilted his head at that. "Is something funny, Master Attendant?"
You shook your head; you refrained from telling Brownie that the way he said "study buddy" was only funny to you because it came out of his mouth, which was so serious in contrast to the silliness of what he said. Seeing as you had no further comments, Brownie began to organize himself accordingly. "In that case, are you ready to start?"
Beer
It had been raining all week and the work never seemed to lessen, nevermind stop. You normally didn't mind the rain, but as the days passed you began to feel more weary. Your energy had also begun to slip as if being washed away by the rain.
It didn't take long for Beer to take notice of your weariness. Whether you liked it or not, it wasn't exactly something you could hide. And so he began to pester you about it like there was no tomorrow. You had insisted Beer that you were fine for what had to be more than the tenth time that hour.
"You can tell me you've never felt better, Master. Please just let me help you out!" Seeing you pout, he added, "I promise whatever you're stressing about isn't stupid."
He was right, it wasn't stupid. Studying for tests is a very normal thing. Doing homework is a very normal thing. It wasn't stupid. But you felt stupid, and you didn't want to trouble anyone further.
You had done drills upon drills of memorization, spent hours upon hours reading, rereading, writing, and thinking... Stars above, just the thinking seemed to make your head spin. You practically did every trick in the book on how to be a good student, even going so far as to test yourself out loud.
You were sure your studying sessions had to be an annoyance to somebody, because there was no way no one overheard you after just how loud your stressed state seemed to make you vocalize. You honestly hoped that wasn't the reason Beer decided to pester you now.
You eventually confessed your feelings of frustration, no longer running away from Beer's badgering. You explained what you were studying for, what made you so stressed, and maybe a little more. He had stopped, surprised at first, but happy to listen as you kept talking.
Beer put a hand on your shoulder, sitting you down. "And you say you've done everything you can, but you're still feeling unprepared?" You nodded. He sat down beside you. "It sounds to me like you're scaring yourself, Attendant."
You looked up at him, your expression unsure.
Beer gave you a smile, something that seemed playful yet reassuring. "From what I hear, you've gone and tried and done everything you possibly could have- well, maybe except for one thing." He noticed a spark flash in your eyes, but you held your tongue and let him continue. "All I'm saying is that maybe you should be giving yourself more credit... and maybe some more breaks too, hehe."
"...To backtrack on what I said earlier though, it seems like you want to know what else you could've done, right?" It was true. Even with all this reassurance, you still wanted to exhaust all your study options. He seemed to know that just as well as you.
Living for so many years, Beer had become knowledgeable in many aspects of human culture. Along with his love for recording information in ballads and poems, he learned various ways of doing things—ways of studying was no exception.
"Why don't we try studying together?" He suggested. "You've done everything in your power to study alone, but what about trying to work with a friend?"
So that's how you got here: sitting with Beer, books and pencils and papers scattered everywhere on your desk. After forcing you to take a long deserved break, you reviewed everything you needed to know. With Beer alongside you, he encouragingly gave you pointers on things you could improve, as well as praising your determination and knowledge.
"See? You're doing so well already! With my help, I'm sure you'll have this solidified in no time!"
When you're satisfied, he suggested the two of you go and get something to drink. You've worked hard, and that deserves some reward, wouldn't you agree?
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#nqt writing#food fantasy#ff raindrop cake#ff brownie#ff beer#ff master attendant#gender neutral reader#gn reader#self indulgent#study buddy
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if kung fuu panda 2 wont give me the highly specific scenes my heart needs then by oogway i'll draw them myself
#kung fuu panda 2#kfp2#master tigress#po#master shifu#limb loss#traumatic amputation#cartoon injury#listen#she should've taken that hit for him#he should've gotten his raindrop revelation from a fellow abandoned kid#the canon should've stayed a deadly weapon#can you tell im still upset#fun movie though
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Demolition Lovers
sachiko & kadoc as the lovers from My Chemical Romance’s album ‘Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge’
#❅ - raindrop art#♡ - fancontent#✦ - prayer for humanity's survival#fgo#fate grand order#kadoc zemlupus#mastersona#master oc#fate oc#fgo oc#was gonna wait for a doodle dump to post this#but this actually fucks too hard to b lumped in w/ other stuff
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hey everybody check out this cool Ingo and Emmet playlist I found randomly the other day on spotify also like it definitely like it
#submas#pokemon ingo#subway boss ingo#subway master emmet#my partner made this#and is angry(?)#embarrassed(?)#an emotion involving screeching peridot gif#when someone finds it#and the like count goes up#so im doing a silly in hopes that even more people look at it#raindrop
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Unnamed in the rain!
i love how this turned out! loving the chibi!
here's the still version!:
yeah, I had a lot of fun experimenting with what ibis paint has to offer
#obey me#obey me one master to rule them all#obey me art#my art#gif#chibi#chibidrawing#obeyme#cute chibi#rainyday#rainfall#raindrops#chibi art#digital art#chibi anime#obey me mc fanart#obey me mc#obey me oc#elizas art#obey me chibi#anime gif#my gifs
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I’m flame guy!!!🔥
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Master Bedroom in New York
#Inspiration for a mid-sized contemporary master carpeted and gray floor bedroom remodel with white walls and no fireplace floor-length windo#bedroom#gray bedroom area rug#master#raindrop artwork#modern wooden lamps
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❝ I WANT THE YOU WHO WANTS ME AGAIN ❞
Gojo Satoru x male!reader | angst, unrequited love, arranged marriage, some comfort, in the end, | wc: 4.5 K | not proofread
warnings: death of a parent through sickness (unspecified), cheating (gojo with geto), r! goes through it (lmao), megumi is rooting for r!
masterlist; part 1; part 2; part 3; alternate ending; playlist; au's and what if's
Perhaps at one point in your arranged marriage, you had loved Satoru but that’s all but vanished away when you see how he looked at Geto.
Still, you provide comfort to your husband when he seeks you even if his six eyes (and soul) all bear to you that he does not see you.
Satoru realizes too late that he cares for you - that he loves you. He despises your empty stare, he wants you back. He desperately wants you back.
authors note: i know i said i was taking a break but writing this made me feel a little bit better — cathartic almost. it's been in the drafts since last year anyways so might as well. (autumn leaves by bts inspired fic)
It seemed as though even the clouds were pitying the sight before it. Grey and darkened, they gathered to block the sun as whispers of doubt combed through the trees surrounding the temple — they reach your ears despite the attempts of your mother.
"Now, don't you look handsome". She tucks a stray lock of your hair behind your ear, pursing her lips at the look in your eyes.
"(Y/N)".
Her hands grasp at your face. The warmth of someone's hands on your cheek jitters your brain awake, and your pupils contract back into focus.
"Have you been eating well, darling?"
For a moment, your heart squeezes at her kind words. It's been so long since another had asked you that question so sincerely. The tears well but your hair sways as you shake your head, urging your cheeks to form a smile.
"I'm alright, mom. Just getting over a cold". She brushes her thumb over your cheek then presses a kiss to your forehead.
"My son". You're pulled into an embrace and suddenly you're little again — clinging to her after she had bandaged you up from your training session. Your eyelashes darkened as tears slip past them, hands trembling as you grip her tightly.
"My beautiful son".
Eventually, the sun sets but the rain continues to pour. The sounds of the raindrops are violent, accompanied by flashes of lightning and thunder it seemed as though the Gods were angry.
Angry Gods do little to scare your father. He gazes at you coldly from where your head is laid upon your mother's lap. Defiantly, you avoid meeting his eyes as you relish in the fingers smoothing out your hair.
"Your husband will not be pleased with this," your mother's glare is reproachful. "Our son has come to pay us a visit, his husband needn't worry about him," his nostrils flare and he looks as though he's about to go on another rant about image, expectations, manners, servitude.
But before he could, the shoji door slides open. It's one of the servant girls, her bow immaculate you could see the swirl pattern of her hair growth.
"Gojo Satoru has arrived, Master (L/N)" She's addressing your father, you know because you are now Master Gojo. The air is filled with expectations. The rain does little to muffle it.
Pitying her back, you rise from your mother's lap.
"Inform my husband I'll be out in a moment" She bows deeper and straightens her composure to slide the door close but freezes as you address her.
"Is my husband alone?"
When her mouth opens to form the syllables of Geto Suguru your eyes turn to the floor. You're unsure if she's finished her sentence but find very little fucks to give as you silence her with raise of your hand.
Wordlessly, she bows and closes the door.
"Ah, husband!" he slings his arm around your shoulder. His weight, his warmth, his presence — too casual it's an insult. You cared little for tradition, scoffing at it sometimes, but the way Satoru displays himself in front of your parents causes you to grit your teeth.
Suguru shoes are in the peripheral of your vision, you will your gaze to the side.
Once upon a time, the four of you were friends.
Satoru, Suguru, Shoko and you.
Those blue summers and warm winters as first-year sorcerers. Memories so bright and heartfelt others probably only see on movie screens.
Then you were betrothed to Gojo Satoru, family stuff, expectations and duty, and everything the both of you roll your eyes at.
A part of you had been elated. Blinded by the idea of marrying the boy your heart beats for. Sure, falling in love would have been preferred but despite the arranged marriage, you were thick as thieves.
So, in your foolish daydreams, you'd sigh at the idea of you two falling in love.
Shoko could only watch as your dreams crumble before you. She tried her best to be some sort of support — shocked when she spotted you smoking her cigarettes after a year into the marriage.
"I never noticed the way they look at each other". Your words follow the stream of smoke and Shoko settles next to you with her elbows placed on the railings.
"I mean, I knew but I just thought...I just thought he'd look at me the same one day". She is silent as you curl over the railing, shoulders jerking with silent sobs.
"How foolish, huh?" She places a hand on your back, saying nothing as you wept.
Suguru greets your parents with more tact than your husband who is smiling ear-to-ear.
"How was your mission, Gojo, Geto?" the way their surnames sounded made your jaw ache as you continued locking your jaw. Your husband is squeezing you to his side, like a friend.
Satoru feels your shoulders stiffening and he loosens his grip to look down at you but you slip out from under him and hastily walk towards the car.
"Young Master —" a servant gasps as he attempts to match your pace, the umbrella he holds barely shielding you as you feel your tears mix with the rain.
"(Y/N)!" Suguru calls, catching up to you with his own umbrella and you feel searing guilt stab at your chest. Suguru had never been mean to you — he's been there for you through the years and despite your sudden avoidance of him here he was trying to ensure you remained dry.
A clap of thunder muffles your sob, the only mercy the Gods are giving you, and you will yourself to pass Suguru. The car door is slammed shut in Suguru's face and before he can wonder the driver is driving off.
He stands in shock, the servant that had been chasing you sharing his expression.
Satoru tilts his head, hands in his pockets as he Suguru gives him a look of apprehension once he reaches him. Your parents — his in-laws — are apologizing. More so your mother. Your father's anger is palpable despite his puckering lips.
"We'll get you another car, Gojo, Geto" your father calls for his personal driver
Satoru’s eyes — with that bright, heavenly, blue that put the sky to shame — linger on the fading signature of your aura. Suguru’s bangs stick to his forehead due to the rain and the sight of him alone has Satoru tear his gaze away. They land on Suguru who offers a furrow of his brows and so Satoru reaches to wipe the wetness away.
“Hey!” the action is rough, anything but romantic. Suguru feels like a cat being pet too roughly — with their skin stretching back and eyes growing wide — and so he smacks Satoru's hands away.
Friendly. Playful. Banter. Boys being boys.
Your mother squints her eyes nonetheless. She had heard that Satoru had been less than willing to marry. Her husband had thought it was his hubris but bowed until his forehead met the floor of the Gojo clan’s home. Their name was no laughing matter — a strong line of curse users much like the Zenin’s.
But Gojo Satoru was sought after by many the second he turned 16 — the marriage proposals flooded in like a tsunami.
He refused them all. Except the (L/N)'s.
She had thought it was the dowery. Perhaps, even the fact that an alliance would soothe whatever ill tides their clans had once had. Or maybe it really was just a stroke of luck her son got along so well with Satoru while attending Jujutsu High (her husband had enrolled (Y/N) only when he heard whispers of Satoru attending).
But fear gripped her heart as Suguru tugged on Satoru’s ear.
Had he accepted...just so he could remain close to his true love?
“I’m sorry”.
You pause the wiping motion, delicately lifting your head as your mother’s cloudy gaze floats aimlessly in the room. You were used to her nonsensical speeches, her random bursts of conversations and weepy apologies. It's been a year since the sickness unexpectedly came over her and you suppose that is what most people do when they’re close to death's door. Confessions of this and that just shooting out in a weak attempt to right old wrongs.
“Nothing to be sorry for, mother”. She places a hand over yours and squeezes. How frail. When has your mother looked so frail?
“Come home, be a (L/N) again”, confusion contorts your face.
“Mother, whatever you’ve heard is all unfounded. Rumours. Father has dealt with them”, despite her fragility her fingers squeeze your wrists so tightly it forces your own to release the damp cloth.
“Then say that to me. Look into my eyes and tell me that bastard husband of yours is better than mine, that he’s not off loving another while you rot here”.
Colour bleeds into those lifeless eyes. She feels that same squeeze she felt when she saw Satoru wipe away the rain from Suguru’s skin rather than your tears just a year ago.
Just as quickly as they appear, that dullness returns in your eyes and she reaches to hold your face but you stand.
“Father is cheating on you?”
She’s lost you.
You walk to dip the cloth into the bowl, and your shoulders are too heavy for a 17-year-old boy. Her precious son, so forlorn and withdrawn; humiliated by the society he was in for being inadequate and unworthy.
Perhaps she deserved those titles, sick and bedridden and dying, it was no surprise that her husband is seen courting younger ladies. But not you, not her son.
“He’s no shame, you know your father. His pride comes before all”. It elicits a dry chuckle from you.
Then you suppose Satoru had more in common with your father than you knew.
The Star Plasma vessel incident, you can't believe it's been a year.
A year after that man that killed that Amanai and Kuroi and Satoru.
You remembered dropping to your knees as he admitted it out loud with such an ugly smile, shaking your head in disbelief as anger swelled within you.
Before you could even think, even grieve and rage, Geto had beaten you to it. As you looked at him with his anger so visceral it came off of him in waves you felt your torn heart crumble into pieces. It felt good to dish out that anguish on Fushiguro Toji even if you ended up eating dirt.
“Wasn’t he your husband?” Toji placed his foot on your neck. “Damn, he treats you that badly or something? This freak put up a better fight”, that day you had surprised Toji by smiling with your teeth all bloody.
“He did, didn’t he?” Your laughter bubbles and you choke on your own blood.
Toji knocked you out after a scoff.
That still wouldn’t have killed you as much. The torn pieces of your heart were still salvageable.
But then.
Then.
As Satoru came back. Warm and alive. Bloody but grinning. He did not race to you, he did not even look at you. To his credit, he simply stood there with his arms wide open.
But then.
Then.
Geto’s the one to race into them.
Ah.
Right.
Shoko was shocked to see you in her smoking spot. She hadn’t even seen you as Satoru was whisked away by the Gojo clan, only spotting Suguru following along. None had wondered where Satoru's husband was; Suguru was always next to him, so there was no void that one could spot.
“Are you alright?”
The darkness in your eyes makes her flinch.
You were dead.
She’s been around enough of death and you were dead.
Your once warm, cheerful, eyes now devoid of anything.
She held you as you cried, not knowing what more she could say to help you.
“Leave me alone”, Satoru is under the covers. He has been for days now.
Grieving.
Grieving Geto.
“Husband”, you coax. It was once a funny joke. The laughter you shared as the both of you exchanged formal titles of your marriage. It hurt to know that it truly was a joke for Satoru - not for you.
Satoru grits his teeth. His eyes were rimmed red, he himself was surprised they weren’t swelled up. His throat was scratchy, his skin uncomfortable and untended from his refusal to get up. His hair was tousled, unkept and disarrayed. It's been a week since Geto's betrayal and Satoru had been laid in your bed, burying himself under the blankets and deeper into the mattress; as if determined to be buried with his sadness and anger.
“Husband," he feels your hands on his shoulder. You know him by his shape alone. If you closed your eyes you could trace the curves that made up Satoru; even if it killed you slowly, your love was a loyal curse.
“Don’t call me that!” he raises in a grand move. The covers flew and his voice was in a yell. His glare was spine-chilling but they faltered as he saw the outfit you were.
“What should I call you then, Satoru?”
He takes you in, frowns deepening at the awful way his name sounds as you call for him. Not like his Suguru; his one and only.
“What the hell are you wearing, (Y/N)?”
He feels awful as you answer: “Funeral garbs. My mother has passed”.
There’s some satisfaction that paints your features as he is rendered speechless.
“What? How?”
“She was sick”. As he sits there with nothing to say you move to kneel in front of him. Your touch shocks him to reality. He pulls his shirt down, hoping you haven’t seen the hickeys Suguru had left on him before he decided to massacre that village.
You had. You’ve seen all of it. The lingering scent of Geto on his clothes, the hair ties on his wrist, the love bites that mottle his pale skin. Satoru may have those six heavenly eyes but he seemed so blind when it came to you.
The way he grimaces each time you’ve said his name now.
“What are you doing?”
“I’ll help you wash up, Gojo”. He’d be an idiot to have not noticed that switch. Guilt is seeded into him. He stops your hands but you move them with a robotic stubbornness.
“Stop — Wait —”
“I know, Gojo.”
Silence drapes the room.
Your hands carefully thumb into his heart and cover the seed of guilt with such care Satoru’s pulse doubles its speed.
“I know you love him. So very much. I know, because when I go to clan meetings, my cousins whisper behind my back of the two of you holding hands and going on dates. When you come back late after a mission to go to Geto’s room. Or when you suddenly have Geto’s marks on you and yours on him”.
“(Y/N) — ”
“But this is my mother, Gojo”.
Your voice wavers just as he clutches your wrists in his hands. Your head hangs as your shoulders jerk up and down, twisting and squirming so you can help Satoru clean and dressed.
You know he was in pain and your heart feels for him. He needs your help. You were willing to strip down so you could wash him, and get back into this disgustingly heavy robe all over again despite how nauseating it was to do it the first time.
Funny. You can’t recall ever being one with Satoru. Your marriage was never consummated — he told you that there was no rush, you were still kids. What did he tell Geto then? Did he tell him that he had never taken you in bed? Was he fervent in his worship of him?
Was their love akin to a religion? Did they worship each others temples like devout monks?
How funny. The first time you’d get to see him naked and him you would be the day of your mothers funeral.
“She was my mother, Satoru!”
He has never heard you yell before. Satoru is struck by the that revelation.
It’s been a year since he was officially titled your husband and he knew you longer than that. But this was the first time he’s seen you in despair. Heard your yell.
Seen you cry.
“Please, I know he was your one and only but she was my mother. Please, please, don’t let me face this alone, Gojo”
“(Y/N)...”
“Please, Gojo...”
Your wrists slip away from his loosened grip. Crumpling onto the floor, your forehead meets the floor and his feet as your beg.
"(Y/N)".
How long had your mother been sick? Why didn't you tell him — or did you? Why couldn't he remember? As his mind races to collect any memory of this past year, your tears that wet his feet water that guilt.
Satoru says nothing as the both of you appear at the funeral. The haughty eyebrows and curled lips sting more when he's there — was it shame? This burning feeling in your chest? Had you said too much to Satoru? Now he was acutely aware of how others looked at you, at your marriage.
How awful.
Satoru is not used to this feeling. As a child, the eyes that lingered on him were hungry for the prize of beheading him. That had been more comfortable than this.
This was scrutinizing. They gazed on you with pity, even with his body attempting to shield you, the whispers reach your ears anyways.
Have you been doing this all alone?
All those clan meetings that you went to alone, the ones he'd excuse himself from saying he had a mission while he spent the day with Suguru to make him eat more and attempt to nurse him back to his side from the Star Plasma vessel incident.
Suguru had wept to him, telling him how terrified he'd been at the thought of Satoru leaving him.
Why didn't you come to him?
No.
Why hadn't he noticed you?
The ride back home was silent. Satoru couldn't believe your father had brought his bride-to-be to the ceremony, you quelled his anger by muttering that your mother had given her blessing for their marriage.
You're staring out the window. Had those bags always been under your eyes? When did your cheeks get so sunken in? Had you...had you lost weight?
He ignores the way your fingers twitch as he places his hand over yours. Your skin feels foreign — so does his. He offers a purse of his lips, sliding his hand up your arm and leaning in to embrace you.
But freezes as you pull your hand away.
"Don't force it upon yourself, Gojo".
"Husband —" his smile falls as your shoulders tighten, lower lip quivering.
"Please don't make me beg again, Gojo."
"What do you think, beloved?" Gojo grins brightly, bouncing his brow up and down. You were seated across from him in some cafe — he had been telling you all about how good the crepes here was a week before.
"About...?"
He pouts and places his elbows on the table.
"My theory?"
He watches as you blink, once, twice, then a faux smile climbs on your face. You turn your attention back to the melting ice cream. "Your theory about Okkotsu cursing Rika because of his love for her?" He nods vigorously.
"It makes sense, right? His curse technique activating after seeing that brutal sight, it binding Rika to him".
"Afterall, love is the most powerful curse", you said.
Gojo's animated hand motions pause. He places his hand back onto the table. He reaches for your hand and you squeeze your eyes shut but allow it.
He hates this.
Not you — He doesn't hate you. But he hates this.
After your mothers funeral, he looked through pictures. As first year students, all sunny smiles and bright eyed. The smiles got more tame as the four of you aged. His hands slung around Suguru's more tightly — even after they bared matching rings.
Satoru's never seen you smile like that anymore.
He brushes his thumb over your knuckles. Your jaw clenches.
"I love you, my beloved".
"...Thank you, Gojo".
"It's been awhile, Satoru".
No. No, no, no.
Nononononononnonononononononononononono —
Gojo can't take his eyes away from Suguru.
He tries and tries and tries but he can't. Pinned by his onyx gaze alone.
Satoru's ring burns viciously and he curls his fingers into fists.
Meanwhile, your dead-eyed gaze seemed to intensify. Everything is muffled, it felt like you were underwater. It felt like you were 17 years old again.
Abandoned. Unworthy. Unloveable. In love. Always have been. Always will be. In love with a man that was never yours.
"(Y/N), you look pale", Suguru condenscends. At least, that's what it sounds like.
Hah. Was he envious? Did he think that in the years he's been gone, you've filled the void he left? Or did he know that you never did but he was jealous anyways?
Fuck, Satoru thinks. His temples feel taut as his teeth grit together.
Kento steps infront of you and your eyes widen by an inch.
How pathetic, Gojo (Y/N). An underclassmen protecting you from your husbands ex-lover's gaze.
Why couldn't Geto Suguru just die already.
"What are you doing?" Gojo is grieving again. You should be elated but you're not. It feels too cruel. It wasn't your doing, you hadn't had any hand in killing Geto Suguru but a part of you wondered if your inner thoughts had been a wish you put out to the world. Now, Gojo was without Geto and Geto's daughters were without their father.
So you felt guilt anyways.
It was more feasible competing for Satoru's affections when his lover was simply exiled. How could you compete with a ghost?
"I'm praying for him", you replied. Gojo watches as you prepare to do so, kneeled on the floor. His eyes are rimmed with red again and he knows you've heard his cries; so here you are, sacrificing your happiness again for him.
"You don't have to do that, beloved". You say nothing as your eyes are closed in prayer.
Satoru kneels behind you, his guilt had 10 years to grow and now it was a willow tree, with its leaves sweeping the lake of tears it grew from. Your eyes flutter open as you feel his head in the junction of your neck and shoulder; he fit so perfectly there, just like you knew he would.
He's crying into your shoulder and your hand reaches back to card through the shaved sides of his hair. Your fingers lightly brushing the shell of his ear makes him shudder and he circles your waist to pull you against him.
"Don't pity me, Gojo".
He says nothing and neither do you.
"Say my name". His voice so close to your ear has you shivering.
"Gojo".
He shakes his head.
"My name, please, please, just say it".
Your heart clenches and as you close your eyes a tear slips past.
"I can't replace him, Gojo". He squeezes you tighter.
"I'm not asking you to replace him. No one can replace Suguru. I don't want them too, I don't want you too; I want you".
"I don't believe you".
He laughs, the slightest brush of his teeth on your skin has your stomach twisting into knots. Your breath trembles and you squirm in his hold, twisting away and getting onto your feet to get away from him.
He doesn't allow you to. He blocks your way, shaking his head as he holds your shoulders next.
"I want you, (Y/N). I love you —"
How long have you wanted to hear those words. Your heart wants nothing more than to soar. But your brain knows better.
"No, no, no, let me go". He doesn't let you. Satoru wraps his arms around you and your mouth opens to let out yells, fists pounding onto his chest as you try to get away from him.
"I hate you! You fucking bastard! I hate you, I loathe you!"
Satoru holds you firmly agaisnt him. Holding the back of your head preciously as he finally hears your voice raised above that whispering tone.
"I hate you! I hate you so much! Why do you keep doing this to me!? I — I just wanted you, Satoru!" Your voice breaks and your sobbing turns into wailing. His heart squeezes, chest physically hurting as you sob and yell.
"I wanted you, Satoru! I just wanted you!"
"Why didn't you love me, Satoru!?" Thunder rumbles and as your yells quiet down into hiccups, rain muffles it.
"I'm sorry, (Y/N)". He feels your knees give out and he holds you, making you lean against him for support.
"I'm so sorry, my beloved. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, (Y/N)".
When he tucks you in to rest, he isn't surprised Megumi is standing in the doorway with his eyes set into a glare. Satoru wipes your tears away, sweeping some of your hair away before placing a kiss on your forehead. He raises to answer Megumi's burning questions.
"You heard?"
"I'm not deaf".
Megumi has his arms crossed. He was an observant boy. Being raised by both Satoru and you — he notices the overexuberant Satoru's confidence wavering every time you give him smiles that never reach your eyes. Tsumiki even told him once that she finds it sad, how you both seem to be so familiar but foreign to each other.
"But one time I did see (Y/N) get flustered because of Satoru", she told Megumi whilst on their way back from school. He looked ahead, sipping on his drink as a prompt for Tsumiki to continue.
"It was during breakfast. (Y/N) woke up a little late because he was traveling around for clan meetings and missions. So he was panicking so much, he burnt our rice and stuff! But then, Satoru walks in and tells him he prepared our bento. He kept it in the fridge. All that was needed to do was heat it up, he helped (Y/N) the entire time and then he just — "
Tsumiki kisses the air with a loud 'mwah!'
"He plants a kiss right on (Y/N)'s forehead. (Y/N) was so flustered he just stared down at the sink. It was cute, he's definitely still in love, they both are!"
Megumi peeks into the room. The sliver of light on your peaceful expression highlights the content curl of your lips despite the swollen eyes you bore.
"...Don't mess up this second chance", Megumi warns. He turns and marches away while Satoru huffs, scratching the back of his head as he sighs.
"I wasn't planning to".
He really does love you. He does. He loves you, from the ends of your hair to the tip of your fucking toes; he loves —loved, Suguru too. But this is different, you're different. But his love isn't any less or more.
He loves you.
Whatever it takes, he'll make sure you know it until his last breath.
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Who's the goose... (1)
Finally having arrived in Baldur's Gate, Astarion finds the wrong pocket to pick - and gets turned into a goose as punishement. Peace was never an option.
PART 2 | MASTERLIST | AO3
Author's Note: This might as well have been the stupidest idea I've ever had but I couldn't get it out of my head, so here we are. Thanks for input and giving me some more stupid ideas for this to my bf, @tatterings, @bearhugsandshrugs and @the-littlest-raindrop and @megschaef98 for already cackling about it (and everyone else on that server for your love and support!); ah also Neil Newbon for coming up with this... The wonderful little doodle is once more done by the lovely @azaani-art!
Pairing: Uhm, Goosetarion(Astarion)/GN!Tav (You)
Rating: Stupid
Warnings: goose? (I'm sorry, I'm really just running with the bit by now...)
Wordcount: 3,7k
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A goose sat in front of you all.
And it looked weirdly humanoid how it sat there: tiny rubbery legs stretched out in front of it and the wings too – as if it didn’t know how to properly move or place them.
The goose’s head turned around on the long neck to look at you and your companions out of its small red button eyes. The feathers on top of its head were a bit ruffled and almost gave it the look of having a flurry of white curls right there.
It lifted its stretched out wings a little. Looked at them one after another and made a small croaking noise as it did so.
That made it shut its beak again and snap its red gaze back to you.
You looked down at the goose in shock. The goose looked at you with what you presumed was shock too.
And then it opened its beak wide and started wailing with loud honks, as loud as its avian lungs would allow.
The party had finally arrived at Baldur’s Gate. And then had quickly realised that none of you had really an idea where to start your investigation. So, you had taken to walk around the Lower City and just casually ask around to find out more about what seemed to be going on in the city – especially with this Lord Enver Gortash and his newly established Steel Watch.
The day had been long and exhausting. You all kind of had forgotten how a day without a battle, killing and mortal peril was spent – just walking around in the city, engaging in inconspicuous small talk and trying not to lose your mind by getting nowhere with it – what could possibly be more dreadful than that?
Morale had already been low since the start. Halsin had very obviously been a bit unsettled by the big, bustling city, no matter how much he had tried to hide it. Jaheira had just stoically taken in the city and what had changed since she had last been there. Lae’zel had basically been gnawing on your ears with her complaints of how stupid your approach of talking to people was. That in turn had made Shadowheart almost want to choke her (again). And Wyll had become awfully silent since you’d entered the city – too much was weighing on his mind. Gale was just sad.
Karlach probably was the only one in quite the happy mood: since it’s been a very long time for her since she’s actually been to Baldur’s Gate she was just amazed by everything she saw. And she promptly called that out. Every. Single. Thing. So really not doing anything to help with the low mood of the group.
You had just tried to make the best out of it although you certainly had had to admit to yourself that the missing success of your day had been weighing on you also. But you had tried to be stubborn about it.
Astarion had walked by your side the whole day, surprisingly diligent on his part. You had felt that he was tense – as could have been expected upon entering the lair of his master again. But he had really tried to support you with your current goals – and you were absolutely thankful for that.
But as the day had grown late you had felt the annoyance rise in him too, just as much as it had within you.
It had already become dark in the city. Lanterns and the pale moonlight now had been the only sources of light. You had known that the group should’ve soon gotten back to the inn to retire for the night – despite having found out nothing today.
But you had wanted to push for one last attempt - unfortunately. And when you had happened upon a rather feisty older fellow, Astarion’s thin-stretched patience had finally snapped.
After you had tried to talk to this guy and he had only kept answering in riddles, you had been about to give up when you had noticed that the vampire beside you had disappeared.
You had feared nothing good from this finding and sure as all Nine Hells you had seen how Astarion had tried to sneak up on this man and pickpocket him.
And this had been, when things had really gone sideways – and then backwards; and down a hill.
With Astarion’s hands still in his robe the man had turned around to the vampire and looked him straight in the eye: “What do you think you’re doing there, young man?” He hadn’t even sounded awfully angry, rather a bit amused.
Astarion had simply blinked at him, absolutely dumbfounded that he had so easily been found out. The guy had watched him for a second longer with a small, suppressed smile playing on his lips and then started to whisper as an ominous purple glow had started to emit from him.
The vampire had hastily tried to scurry back, but it was already too late. An explosion of purple light had blinded you all and made you turn away with groans.
And when you had turned around again, both men standing there had been gone, only a single goose left in their place that had looked dazed and very out of place.
So here you were now: with a vampire turned into a screaming goose.
You really didn’t know if you wanted to laugh or cry – probably both. The wailing from polymorphed Astarion was ringing in your ears. Gods, geese could be really loud, couldn’t they?
You looked around your group of friends in desperate need for help.
Karlach had completely lost it, almost doubled over on the cobblestone street. Even Lae’zel bit her bottom lip in an attempt to not burst out laughing, covering half her face with one of her hands. But most of your other companions just looked as shocked and surprised as you.
Gale had his hand on his chin and was obviously very deep in thought – surely, he was already figuring something out to fix this mess. At least you immediately deeply hoped for it.
For a moment you just stood there. Warm, orange light from some nearby windows was lighting the absurd scene. The goose’s wailing drifted to the background for a few moments as your vision blurred and your gaze wandered miles away.
How exactly had you ended up in this ridiculous situation? Out of everything, how had all the steps you had taken led you to this night where your already traumatised soulmate had been turned into poultry and was now shouting the whole city down? Didn’t you have enough on your godsdamned plate already? Would the damned gods ever give you a break?
Your eyes started to burn and water as you stared into the void. You really couldn’t take much more.
But how many times had you been at this point? Too many already anyways.
So, you did, what you always did: took a deep breath, closed your eyes for a hot second, pressed your fingers to the bridge of your nose and tried to focus your thoughts again.
You’d find a way out of this and if not… Well, you’d find a way to live with Astarion as a goose, for better or for worse.
When you focused again on the scene, you saw how Halsin was slowly approaching the goose that was Astarion and was still honking as if his life depended on it – and maybe it did, who knew? Gale was whispering an incantation and focusing on the goose. The rest was just still standing around with quizzical looks on their faces or casually losing it and losing their last shreds of sanity.
Halsin had almost reached the crying bird, all the while softly mumbling calming words to Astarion. The druid stretched out his arms as if he planned to pick up the still screaming animal.
But just before he could reach it, Astarion saw it coming, stopped his whining and jumped up with fluttering wings. With a quickness that would have been astounding for such an animal, had you not known that it was normally a dexterous rogue, the goose got up from its awkward sitting position and snapped at the fingers of the druid. Halsin immediately recoiled and looked a little hurt.
Astarion was flaring his big white wings now – lifting them up and his long goose neck stretched out, ready to snap again at anyone that tried to touch him. At least he had stopped honking now and was just swaying his head around at all of you standing around him in a loose half circle – ready to fight anyone who would dare touch a single feather on his head.
“Astarion?”, you asked cautiously, fearing that the transmutation hadn’t altered the vampire’s mind as well. The goose immediately turned to you, a small and much more silent honk left its throat. Its wings lowered a little as soon as it heard your voice. “I know this will sound stupid given the situation, but uh, please try to calm down?”, you asked him and made a grimace while you helplessly stretched out your arms to him, bending your knees.
Astarion honked once more in a clearly annoyed tone and let his wings sink fully as if he was letting his shoulders drop in defeat.
“I’m sorry”, you whispered and felt a wave of sadness wash over you. Meanwhile the others had started to get out of their stupor or calmed themselves from their laughter. Everyone stayed clear of the clearly readily violent goose though.
You crouched down fully and stretched out your arms even more towards the animal that kept watching you intently. With no more words or honks, the goose settled down its wings and carefully waddled over to you and your opened arms.
Once Astarion was very close you couldn’t help yourself but go to your knees and reach out both your arms wider for the animal – ready to give it a hug. Astarion slowly stepped into them and you carefully wrapped your arms around the goose as it made a small honk. It sounded pretty sad and helpless and you could suddenly feel tears well up in your eyes.
You held the much smaller animal. The feathers were surprisingly soft and Astarion carefully placed his small goose head on your shoulder with another quiet honk. It was so light you could barely feel it at all resting there.
The mood in the group had suddenly soured watching you take your partner in your arms – no matter the actual ridiculousness of the situation.
You held the goose and petted it softly, until Gale interrupted the awkward silence with an exclamation.
“Aha”, the wizard made and came back out of his trancelike concentration. He looked around in some confusion as everyone watched the tragic scene of you sadly hugging the poor animal that had awkwardly stretched out its wings a little to return the sentiment – it hadn’t really worked well.
“Uhm”, Gale made and then cleared his throat to catch everyone’s attention. The group just looked at him in silence.
“By the gods, what is with the sudden graveyard atmosphere? You all do realise Astarion is not de- I mean…”, he started sassily and interrupted himself when he realised his mistake. And before he could start again, the bird in your arms had started writhing and honking again. Obviously, Astarion had opinions on not getting the same kind of compassion from Gale as from the others now.
He tried to break free from your arms, but you held him easily – he was just… a goose after all. Although, you got whacked in the face by his wings several times. “Astarion!”, you scolded him. “I really don’t think you’re in a position to be feisty right now. And I’m pretty sure he has something to share that will help about the situation you are in. And might I add, the situation you put yourself in on your own!” A bit of anger welled up in you at the vampire and his godsdamned shenanigans that had landed you all in this mess now. Also his audacity to still be sassy about it – not even being turned into a featherball could stop him from that, it seemed.
The goose calmed down, reluctantly. Its beak was still open as it stared at the wizard – probably the equivalent of the vampire baring his teeth at him. You carefully let him go and just sat down backwards on the ground. You could use it right now.
“Now, if we’re not in a poultry house anymore”, Gale continued cheerily and gave the present poultry a death glare. The goose gave a very slight hiss – at least he had retained that capability.
You waved Gale to please go on.
“Alright, it’s – as you might’ve figured already – a transmutation spell. And might I add a mighty one. I really have no idea who that fellow was, but it surely was the wrong pocket to pick, Astarion – or might I say Goosetarion”, the wizard explained in his scholarly manor and wiggled a finger at the goose while grinning – earning himself another hiss. At least someone present seemed intrigued about the whole situation.
Hearing that it was a mighty spell already let your heart sink. But Gale went on and everyone just listened intently: “The good news is though: transmutations spells can’t be held for overly long. So, I’d say we’re back with our sassy humanoid companion in about…” Gale drew out his words as everyone hung on his lips.
“I’d say twenty-four hours at the latest.”
“TWENTY-FOUR HOURS”, came back the answer in unison from almost all the companions – and a mournful honk. Your mouth fell open but honestly you were immediately flooded with relief that you wouldn’t have to spend the rest of your life with a goose – although you would have committed to that.
“Tchk, and what are we going to do with him in the meantime? Walk him around on a leash? We can’t waste any time!”, Lae’zel commented. Karlach started to snicker again, and so did Shadowheart and Wyll around her.
Goosetarion small red eyes flashed viciously and he quickly lashed out at her like he had at Halsin before, aiming for the githyanki ankle. But Lae’zel had the upper hand and quickly pushed him away with her foot – not exactly kicking him but not exactly being gentle either.
The goose landed ungracefully on its back, legs flailing in the air while it kept complaining and trying to get up again.
“Lae’zel”, you shouted but she simply shrugged at you.
“Well, what else are we going to do? Tomorrow will just be another day of walking around the city trying to gather more information. What harm can it be then? Also, it’s not like we could just leave him here anywhere anyway. Beastly as he is, but he’s still only a goose now, we need to protect him”, Wyll chimed in sympathetically. You nodded your head in agreement and the others muttered their agreement, although some just a tad reluctantly.
Goosetarion in the meanwhile had waddled back over to you to be embraced again, head hanging slightly, doing his best to look like… well, a kicked goose.
You softly stroked his long feathery neck and noticed to your amusement that his rump started to wiggle when you did that. It surely seemed he wasn’t aware that he was doing that. You couldn’t hide a grin and you saw that Halsin grinned at you and the goose too.
“Can we just go back to the inn then? It’s already super late and my feet hurt”, Shadowheart added after it had been settled. Everyone hummed in exhausted agreement.
And so you went on your way. You softly got up from your seat on the cobble road while the goose complained about the lack of caressing happening. You stretched your back and watched after your friends that had already started to walk back towards your location for the night.
“Want me to carry you?”, you asked looking down at the goose and stretched out your arms again. But Goosetarion gave a curt honk and stretched his long neck away from you in an offended manner, then started to waddle after the others.
Now that you knew that he would hopefully be back to his normal humanoid self very soon, the humorous nature of the situation wasn’t as lost on you anymore. The way the goose wiggled its whole torso around while trying to catch up with the others was a sight to behold. Especially if you compared it with Astarion’s usual feline grace. And yet he was way too proud to just accept help.
You snorted and started to follow behind Goosetarion. He heard that and swung his head around while he kept walking, making him look even more ridiculous. You snorted more. And were pretty sure you could see the small red eyes scream bloody murder at you for mocking him.
But Astarion was way too focused and needed all his energy to keep up. Occasionally, he even had to break into a sprint – almost tripping over his rubbery feet and spreading out his wings to not lose balance. It was truly hilarious.
Some idle chatter developed between the companions and you on the way back. And of course, Goosetarion was the subject matter.
“Is there nothing you can do before the spell runs out?”, you asked Gale at some point while you were careful to walk exactly by the goose to offer at least a little protection.
“Oh, believe me, I would if I could – although I have to say I’m enjoying this situation a little bit-“ (“HONK!”) “ but it is, as I pointed out before, a pretty powerful spell. And if I started to fumble with it I might make it worse and-“ (“Honk…”) “- and I guess you’d rather have him back in one piece”, Gale ended and ignored the bickering animal between him and you. You nodded in agreement with the wizard – seemed your safest bet would be to just sit this one out.
“Looks like until tomorrow you’re just going to be a silly little goose then, aren’t you, Asta-OWW!” That had been a line crossed for Goosetarion. And other than Halsin and Lae’zel, the wizard surely was not quick enough to avoid the rogue goose’s vicious attack on his ankles. Gale awkwardly tried to kick at the goose but Goosetarion had learnt from the last time and quickly ducked out of the way, rushing around you so he could hide behind your legs.
“You had that one coming”, you mumbled under your breath as Gale looked at you hurt. He walked a little faster then, trying to steer clear from the murderous bird and engaged others in conversation. Goosetarion waddled through your legs so he was walking in front of you again although you noticed that he was clearly starting to struggle
“And couldn’t you not just at least cast “Speak with animals” or something?”, Karlach took up the conversation about Goosetarion’s fate. You hadn’t even thought of that so far. You had just been too occupied with the situation as a whole. You simply shrugged because you had absolutely no idea.
“But he is not an animal”, Jaheira replied to Karlach’s suggestion in her matter-of-fact demeanor from in front of you. Halsin beside her nodded silently. “He is still his vampiric elven self, just temporarily in another form. Even if Halsin or I wildshaped into geese we would not be able to speak with him because we are at least partly beast when we turn”, the infamous druid added to her explanation. “As far as I know there is no spell to work in this situation. But quite frankly maybe we could all do without his yapping for at least a day and he learns a lesson about all of this”, she finished and gave the goose a stern look.
Goosetarion stopped and made another rather sad honk. He really must have been having the worst and most humbling of times.
You stopped just behind the goose: “I’m sure she didn’t mean it.” The look Jaheira gave you made sure though that she absolutely did, but you brushed over it. You held out your arms to the goose again. However, Goosetarion again just waddled off on his own.
But the way to the inn was long and the goose was soon almost completely exhausted, probably amplified by not being used to moving around like that. At some point, when you had already slid out of all the other conversations and were just deep in your thoughts, you were stopped by another soft honk just below you.
Astarion stood before you and had spread his wings towards you, neck craned up towards you. It again looked weirdly humanoid with the way he moved and behaved. When you didn’t immediately react because you were really just very exhausted and didn’t catch on, the goose started to kind of hop in place and honked again.
“Oh, you want to be picked up! Sorry”, you replied and bent down to awkwardly grab the animal.
After some wriggling around and Astarion’s earnest tries to not writhe around too much in your arms, you were able to lift him up. He was stretching his neck and small feet out and made small noises that made you think that he wasn’t quite very comfortable with what was happening. But he gave his best to cope.
Once you kind of had him settled down on your hip, one arm around him and one under him to support him, he seemed to be considerably more comfortable, better even. When you had caught up to the others again and Gale sassily lifted an eyebrow at the goose now being carried around, Astarion made full use of his long neck to peck at the wizard’s sleeve.
Gale squealed again – much to the amusement of the rest of the group and made sure to keep even more distance from the goose. Goosetarion gave a contented honk then and refrained from biting anyone else for the rest of the way.
You were still laughing softly with the others, when the inn came into view. At least you hadn’t lost your humour so far.
(To be continued...)
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Rainy Days
Azriel x Reader smut
A/N: it's cold and rainy where I live right now, and I need Azriel to warm me up
Warnings: soft smut, this is really just pwp, oral f!receiving
The sky began to darken, grey clouds rolling in overhead as thunder sounded in the distance. You huffed, clutching your coat tighter around your waist as you hurried down the street, hoping to make it home before the storm began.
Another crack of thunder sounded, a raindrop hitting your cheek as you looked to the House of Wind in the distance. Another droplet landed on the top of your hair, and you looked up just as the shower of rain began to pour down upon you, icy water seeping through your coat, your sweater, to your chilled skin.
Goosebumps rose on your arms and chest, teeth chattering as you ducked under the intermittent awnings of the Rainbow’s storefronts. You’d reached the corner when a gust of wind blew at your back - or what would have felt like a gust of wind, had it not been so familiar to you.
Before you could turn over your shoulder, warm hands wrapped around your waist, blue siphons glowing dimly against the melancholy lighting. A familiar scent of cedar enveloped you as Azriel’s jaw brushed your cheek, unshaven scruff tickling your soft skin.
“Need a lift?” he murmured, warm lips brushing your cheek, sending warmth through your body and straight to your core. Melting into his touch, all you could do was nod, sighing in relief as your mate cradled you to his warm body before shooting into the skies.
Wind whipped around you, but Azriel held you close, keeping you warm as you landed on the balcony. Shivering, your cold fingers fumbled around the doorknob as you shouldered your way into the bedroom, Azriel shaking water from his wings before following you inside.
His clothes - wet from the rain - clung tight to his body, highlighting each sculpted muscle, his dark, shadowy form in contrast to the glowing hazel eyes that raked over your form. You squirmed under Azriel’s gaze, biting back a whimper at the smirk that graced his lips when he scented your growing arousal.
Shadows closed the doors behind him, the sound of rain pelting against the balcony muffled as he stalked closer to you, a predatory gleam in your mate’s eyes as your knees buckled against the mattress, sending you sprawled against the soft bed.
Azriel tsk’ed from where he hovered over you, his wings spread so wide that they blocked out the gloomy light behind him. “You’re dripping, love.” His lips curled up at the slight gasp you let out at his words. Nodding to your drenched jacket, Azriel continued, “those clothes will soak through the bed. Not to mention how much you are shivering, angel.”
Warm, scarred hands slid up your waist, your legs instinctively wrapping around Azriel as you pulled him closer, a small chuckle sounding from him at your eagerness. His eyes shone gold in the dim room, skillful fingers drifting up your chest as your mate removed your sweater and coat in one swift move.
No sooner had a chill shivered down your spine than the fire lit in the hearth across the room, instant warmth seeping through your bones as Azriel made quick work of removing your pants, peeling the wet fabric slowly, tortuously down your legs.
Thunder rolled outside, the sounds of rain and fire and your heartbeats all that echoed in the quiet room. “Azriel,” you murmured, reaching eagerly to touch your mate. Shadows snaked up from where Azriel leaned over your waist, undulating in teasing movements across your breasts before anchoring around your wrists.
Tendrils of darkness pinned you to the bed, a smug look on their master’s face as your eyes glazed over with desire, staring at his broad chest restrained beneath his own clothing. As though he could read your thoughts, Azriel pulled his own top over his body, the dampened fabric landing to the floor with a wet thud.
His dark, tattooed chest gleamed in the firelight, heaving as darkened eyes moved indulgently slowly down your naked body. Warm hands spread your legs wide, propping your feet on the bed frame as Azriel leaned over you, his wet curls dripping cold rainwater up your stomach as he moved, nosing and nipping at your warm skin.
Licking a stripe up your neck, Azriel inhaled your scent with a groan, his hips rutting against the edge of the bed as he tugged your earlobe between his teeth. With a mewl, your chest arched up into his, hardened nipples brushing against him as Azriel groaned, head falling forward as his cheek brushed yours.
“If you keep that up, I won’t be able to take my time. And trust me, love, I have many things that I want to do to you right now,” Az breathed, pulling himself up to press warm, open mouthed kisses across your cheeks, down your jaw, your neck.
He sucked harshly on your breasts, leaving dark marks. Azriel knew how you loved getting ready the next day, seeing his claim all over you in the mirror - a cherished secret between the two of you, that he was with you always.
Tongue flicked out against your nipple, stirring you from the pleasure filled daze as mirthful hazel eyes watched you from below. Azriel continued his path lower, shadows moving you as he liked. Warm breath ghosted over your heat for only a moment, a growl escaping Azriel as he licked a long stripe up your core.
“Fuck, you taste incredible,” he murmured, eyes turning glassy as his grip on your thighs tightened. But your mate was strategic, patient. No matter how much he longed to dive in, tasting you on his lips, wrapping himself in your essence, he was trained in self control. Slow, tantalizing flicks of his tongue warmed your core, forcing you to clench around nothing as you squirmed in Azriel’s tight grip.
Head tossing back and forth against the sheets, you mewled pathetic pleas for more, more tongue, more hands, more of anything you could get from Azriel. His laughter vibrated against your core, your hips rolling against his skilled mouth. A finger prodded at your entrance, slowly circling despite your babbling moans, hardly coherent as you pressed for more.
Sliding inside of you, Azriel’s finger crooked against your walls, hitting against the spot where his tongue pressed your bundle of nerves. A lewd moan left you at the stimulation, your hands clawing at the sheets as he sucked and licked your clit, adding a finger to pump inside of you. Each movement of his tongue matched perfectly with the curl of his fingers, quickly turning to overstimulation as you hit your high.
The sound of rain dulled in your ears, your senses honing in only on the exquisite pleasure that shot through you, toes curling as you screamed Azriel’s name. With a pleased groan, Azriel lapped up your juices, his chin glistening with your slick as he smiled up at you from between your legs.
Chest heaving, you tried to catch your breath and find the energy to take Azriel fully as you pulled him up against you. His warm body settled atop your own as your mate leaned down to kiss you, the taste of you on his tongue as it danced with your own.
Your hand moved down to Azriel’s length, but he caught your wrist in his own hand, lifting it to his lips. “Later, my love. For now, I would just like to watch the rain with my beautiful, sexy mate,” he murmured.
You nodded, fingers threading through his onyx locks, pulling Azriel in for another kiss before he settled behind you, arms wrapping around as the two of you watched the rain outside until you drifted off to sleep.
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༉‧₊˚ A Rainy Day with Raindrop Cake
Synopsis: You and Raindrop Cake planned to spend the day together, but on the day of, it started raining and forced the two of you to spend time indoors… Not that either of you mind, though.
Notes: 1.5k+ words; can be seen as platonic or romantic; gender-neutral Master Attendant; self-indulgent
It was a rainy afternoon as you rushed back into the restaurant that doubled as your home. Not only your home, but it housed many other Food Souls as well, all busying themselves with duties around the restaurant. At least, that’s how it was normally. Today the restaurant was closed and all because you decided to take an off day. Of course, there were others still keeping the place nice and tidy, but the rest seemed to be off running other errands.
Though it just seemed like another rainy day, today was a special one. After drying your hair and getting a change of clothes, you knocked on the door to Raindrop Cake’s room.
“Raindrop!” you call. “I’m home! May I come in?” Hearing the faint sounds of movement inside, you take a step back as Raindrop Cake opens the door for you. “Oh, you’re… you’re back.” You nod with a smile, “Of course.” You’d promised to spend a whole day with him today; despite his reluctance, he just couldn’t deny you.
After a moment's hesitation, he lets you in and you close the door as you enter.
“So,” you start, sitting on his bed. “What shall we do today?” Your hair was still a little wet from the rain, and Raindrop Cake took notice of it. “I thought maybe we could go see the sakura trees today, but it started raining and it didn’t show any signs of stopping. They’re really pretty though and I haven’t had the chance to stop and take a walk, so if you’re up for it I was thinking that maybe we could go another day. Oh! I also got a new recipe from one of our regulars at the restaurant, it’s a new savoury dish we could try out. I might need to ask someone to pick up some new ingredients for me though…”
You continued to ramble about potential indoor activities the two of you could do before Raindrop Cake intervenes, a question on his lips. “When you say you just got back, Master Attendant, did you… did you come straight to me?” His question made you tilt your head a bit. “Sort of,” you answer. “I dried off a little before changing clothes. I didn’t want to barge in your room soaking wet.” You laugh a little, Raindrop Cake’s expression quieting you almost right away. “Raindrop? What’s with the long face? Oh- geez, I didn’t come at a bad time, did I?” Your worrying was enough to make Raindrop Cake quick to get on the defensive. “N-no no, nothing like that, Master. I just…” He trails off, looking down. “I just… I don't understand.”
“Don’t understand what?” You push, patiently waiting for him to continue.
“Why have you decided to waste your time on me?”
You frown, “I wanted to hang out with you, silly!” He keeps quiet, giving you the impression to say more. “You’re in your room alone often, and I’ve been wanting to get you out, or at least interact with me or the other Food Souls.”
From the moment you summoned Raindrop Cake, you’ve known him to not be the most confident. He’s always been on the more ‘sensitive’ side, but not in a bad way. No, it was never in a bad way.
Raindrop Cake still kept his gaze downward, his hands on his lap. “Master Attendant, surely you don’t mean that.” When he sees you look at him, clearly determined to say otherwise, he continues. “There’s other people, other Food Souls to stick around with. Am I even worth being called a Food Soul? There’s better options, why do this?” His tangent made you feel horrible.
“I’m useless,” he finally says. “It’s best if you stay away from me.”
He was just as determined to make you believe him, to think that maybe he was right and that you shouldn’t waste your time hanging out with someone like him. But as much as he pushed, you couldn’t understand how he could say such things about himself.
There was much you didn’t understand about Raindrop Cake, much you probably wouldn’t understand, but there was one thing you could be sure of: whatever happened to Raindrop Cake prior to your summon for him, you would make sure that he wouldn’t stay feeling this way about himself for as long as you are his Master Attendant.
“Raindrop Cake,” you announce, standing up from his bed suddenly as the sternness in your voice shocks him a little. “You are as good of a Food Soul as anyone else.
I may not know what happened to you in the past, but it must’ve been so tough for you. You were, and still are, so strong. You’re still here because you got through it. I can tell you’ve been through so much, but that just makes me believe in how strong of a Food Soul you are. And… and I really care about you, you know? I… care about you as much as I care about anyone. Maybe even more.”
You paused, almost as stunned as Raindrop Cake after giving such a passionate speech. But you wouldn’t let yourself hesitate a second more.
“You might not believe it now, but don’t you think, not even for a second, that you’re not worth a thing. Even if I have to remind you that you’re not worthless every single day, so be it.” You give him a smile that makes Raindrop Cake feel as warm as the sun itself. “You’re amazing just the way you are.”
If you two were debating on Raindrop Cake’s worth, both of you were sure that you’d won. For a while, all you could hear was the sound of rain hitting the glass windows; the speech you gave on the spot was enough to render him speechless.
“Master Attendant…”
Your cheerful smile, the way you cared more for him and others more than you did yourself. It was a demeanour all too familiar to Raindrop Cake. He’s quiet for a moment, taking a pause long enough to make you worry.
“Raindrop?” You hold his hand with a visibly worried expression, “Is there something wrong?”
Raindrop Cake looks at you, a bit surprised to be snapped out of his momentary daze. To your surprise, he breaks into a small smile, “Really, you don’t have to worry about me.”
In his mind, he thinks: you really are just like him. Like his old master attendant. The memory of his old master would often bring him feelings of pain and regret, but after being with you, after being by your side, he’s found it in himself to move forward.
Sunshine streams through the windows of Raindrop Cake’s room, and the sounds of water droplets seem to cease. You let go of Raindrop Cake’s hand and move to go open the windows. Raindrop Cake moves his wheelchair to peek out the window with you. “The rain stopped,” you comment, pointing out the obvious. He nods. You two keep idle at the window for a minute, breathing in the fresh smell of rain.
“Master Attendant?” Raindrop Cake says out of the blue.
“Mm? What is it, Raindrop?” You ask. Raindrop Cake seemed to struggle to get the words out, his face one of mild discomfort. “Now that the rain has stopped… maybe we could see the sakura trees in bloom?” You turn to look at him, busy in your own thoughts for a moment before making up your mind. Shaking your head, you answer, “We don’t have to go out, Raindrop. It’s okay.” You could tell he was trying to force himself but you didn’t let him. “But Master-” Cut off by you putting a finger to his lips, Raindrop Cake found himself being helped out of his wheelchair.
“Ah-! M-Master Attendant?!”
Seating Raindrop Cake onto the bed beside you, you ask if he’s comfortable before leaning back to spoon him. At first, Raindrop Cake tensed in front of you, not quite understanding the situation. But, as you run your hand through his hair as you hold him, a soft sigh escapes his lips. Before he knew it, Raindrop Cake relaxed into your arms, closing his eyes as he felt your hand comb through his dark pink hair.
You treated him so gently and with such warmth… How long has it been since I felt like this? He thinks.
The two of you stayed like this for a while, petrichor and Raindrop Cake’s sweet and familiar scent filling your senses.
As the evening sky slowly darkened the formerly lit room, you could hear the gentle breathing of a sleeping Food Soul in your arms. You turned a little and adjusted your position to see his sleeping face, and you couldn’t help but notice how peaceful he looked; a stark contrast from his usual melancholic expression. Seeing this change, you let yourself ease into the bed, smiling and lying comfortably with Raindrop Cake still in your arms.
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As sunlight streamed into the room once more, Raindrop Cake awoke to a sleeping Master Attendant cuddled up at his side. Startled, he shot up, only to remember about the time he had with you last night. He relaxed, looking back down at your sleeping form. As he did, the Food Soul attempted to recall the events that happened yesterday, and he was kept thinking.
If spending every rainy day with Raindrop Cake is what it’ll take for him to believe you, you were ready to take that chance. He knew that, and in knowing so, he smiled.
“Really, you’re too good to me, Master Attendant.”
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