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devildom-moss · 9 months

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I request…diavolo courting headcanons with an exasperated barbatos sprinkled in

Super late, but I hope you enjoy it. I love when Diavolo causes trouble for Barbatos but Barbs just kind of manages because affection duty. I could probably have done a few more, but I think I got a good chunk of stuff. I put a few MC courting Diavolo at the end since I realized the request wasn't specific that only Diavolo did the courting and because Diavolo is babygirl/babyboy and deserves courting too.

Diavolo courting headcanons

(Diavolo x gn!MC) (SFW)

Diavolo has no idea how he’s supposed to court a human. He’s never courted anyone (except for Lucifer, in his own, naïve, convoluted and lovestruck way – and even then, he didn’t acknowledge it as courting). He’s been courted by a few brave witches and demons, but it didn’t go anywhere, so he doesn’t care to replicate someone else’s failed attempt at courting. Other than that, he’s only read whatever made it into his family’s history. His father didn’t speak about Diavolo’s mother – let alone their courtship. In short, this poor man is lost and scrambling the entire time.

He turns to Barbatos, Lucifer, and Solomon for advice. None of them are keen to help him seduce MC if they already like MC, but Solomon is the only one to actively sabotage Diavolo’s plans on occasion. Solomon has suggested that Diavolo pick one day a week to actively avoid you so you’ll want him more or that he fill your entire room up with balloons in your least favorite color so you can enjoy destroying them or that humans enjoy being watched while they sleep and doing so shows that you will protect them when they’re most vulnerable. Barbatos catches on to his weird plots and attempts to stop him if he’s at risk of troubling you. Barbatos just counts this as another reason to be a bitch to Solomon the next time he sees him.

Eventually, Diavolo decides that the best course of action is to do whatever he can to see that precious smile on your face and just be around you. He may not know what he’s doing, but he knows that nothing in any realm could feel better than when he catches your gaze in his and you smile at him affectionately.

As such, he asks you to accompany him in his study while he does paperwork late into the night. No one else has the privilege of bothering him while he works. Literally. Barbatos doesn’t allow anyone to interrupt Diavolo when he has important work to do. Diavolo sneaks you in when he asks you to keep him company. It’s actually a great environment for reading and studying. He feels more productive having you around (most of the time). Sometimes he’s distracted by his desire for you, and he takes a short break “to refocus.” If his paperwork isn’t confidential and you’re lonely, he’ll let you sit in his lap.

Some nights, Diavolo has so much work that you fall asleep to quiet music, scribbling, and pages turning. When Barbatos comes to deliver tea, only to find you asleep on the couch, he sighs and escorts or just straight up carries you to a spare room to rest. He’ll scold Diavolo in the morning, but he doesn’t put any extra effort to prevent Diavolo from sneaking you in – not after he saw how affectionately and longingly Diavolo stared at you when Barbatos sent you off to bed. Barbatos hates that he has such a soft spot for you both sometimes.

Diavolo doesn’t tell anyone, but once he establishes peace between all three realms, he wants to build an entire city in your honor. It’s one of the dreams that sustains him when he feels like a failure. He has to do this for you.

He wants his love for you written in history books. This man is down so bad, that he needs you to be remembered in the history of the Devildom. If your name died with you, he would tear the Devildom to pieces until every denizen memorized your name. You’re such a comfort in his daunting, stressful life, he needs your beauty to stain the world. This is the only way he can cope with the thought of you dying one day.

Diavolo will open entire public parks and gardens dedicated to you. If you’re shy or don’t want recognition, he does it secretly and only tells you that he opened it in your honor. Unfortunately, he always invites you to the opening ceremony, and anyone who sees the way he looks at you will know that this is all for you. He plants your favorite devildom plants or flowers that blossom in your favorite color. Usually, he includes some kind of water feature (pond, lake, elaborate fountains) or interesting sculpture. Sometimes they’re so romantic that he gets a bit jealous that other couples get to spend more time there with each other than he can with you.

With Solomon’s help, Diavolo imports your favorite human world flower and plants it somewhere hidden in the garden at the Demon Lord’s castle. He will not allow Barbatos to tend to the flowers and takes pride in the fact that he’s the only one keeping that gift to you alive. One time, he suddenly got too sick to leave his bed and couldn’t water the flowers, so he allowed Barbatos to water them. However, he sulked for a week afterwards, and Barbatos couldn’t raise his spirits no matter what he did. It was so troublesome that Barbatos decided the next time Diavolo was too sick to tend to the flowers, he would rather carry Diavolo there or transport him in a wheelchair and help Diavolo water the plants than do it himself.

The prince offers MC a lot of gifts – an excessive amount of gifts. He gives you clothes he thinks would look good on you, cute things (like charms, plushies, cups, etc.), delicious and often expensive food and drinks, and anything you seem to take interest in. This man would give you an entire armory if you wanted it. It gets to the point that it’s overwhelming (and would be uncomfortable for most humans. If you love gifts, you start running out of space to put things). Barbatos has to point out that he makes you uncomfortable if you won’t. (Or if you don’t get uncomfortable, Barbatos notes how cramped/cluttered your room is after delivering one of many gifts and informs Diavolo that he must cut back.) “My Lord, you ought to show some restraint. Certainly, MC will still adore you with a few less presents.”

Diavolo offers you his arm whenever you are walking in the same direction as him at RAD. He loves being your escort. Who else gets to say that the future king walked them to class? You have to understand that you’re special, right? He’ll offer to escort you if he has the time when he sees you around town, too. Diavolo will only stop offering if you ask him to. However, if you ask him to stop because others are being cruel to you due to his special attention, he will give you an option: he can be more secretive about his affection or he can deal with anyone who is cruel to you “in an appropriate manner.” Do not ask him to elaborate.

Speaking of being your escort. Diavolo loves to invite you to fancy parties. It’s a good way to make his intentions clear to you and any of your potential suitors (Suck it, Lucifer). Incidentally, it also sends a message to his own potential suitors (Suck it again, Lucifer). Besides, he wishes to keep you by his side in the future, so he’d like you to get more accustomed to royal affairs. But, mostly, he just likes showing off his beloved.

Diavolo is always the first person to ask for your hand at a dance – even if he didn’t invite you to the party. He’s very formal about it - he even bows to you and kisses your hand. Mephistopheles gives you shit about making Diavolo, of all demons, bow to a human. He’s a bit jealous, and he can’t stand the idea of Diavolo lowering himself or potentially harming his reputation by looking like such a lovestruck fool. (One time, Diavolo overheard this and informed Mephisto, “Ah, but I am a lovestruck fool for MC. Why should I not appear exactly as I am? Is there something unbecoming about me, Mephistopheles?” Mephisto let that shit go real quick.)

If Diavolo sees that you are stressed, upset, having a panic attack, etc, he’ll transform into his demon form and wrap his large wings around you as he holds you until you feel better. He knows he can’t protect you from everything all the time, but in that moment, he wants you to know that he will shield you from the entire world until you feel safe. If you get claustrophobic or this makes you more uncomfortable, it will break his heart a little bit, but he’ll work with you to figure out a better solution. He’ll do anything to make you feel safe and comfortable.

Diavolo spends time planning vacations with you instead of doing work around the holidays – which results in a rather annoyed Barbatos. Consequently, Barbatos forbids you from visiting the castle until Diavolo finishes his work. Diavolo ends up exhausted all week between catching up on his work and trying to plan the perfect vacation, which only frustrates Barbatos further. Eventually, he gets his work done. Barbs can’t even get mad at you because he knows you didn’t ask Diavolo to be so reckless with his time, but if you could find a way to get Diavolo to manage his time better or delegate vacation plans, Barbatos would be grateful beyond words.

MC does not need to do anything official to “court” Diavolo on their end, but any time you get him a gift, it means more than he can express – so long as you actually give it some thought. If it’s a couple’s/matching item, he will be over the moon – gushing over it around anyone who will listen. Every once in a while, Barbatos will consider asking you to avoid giving Diavolo matching presents because if he has to hear about a little acrylic charm for two weeks again, he’s going to use a glamour to make little D. no. 2 look like him and stand in his place.

You can melt Diavolo into a blushing mess if you offer him your hand or arm and escort him anywhere – but especially if you do it when getting out of a car or on the way to a party. If you ask him to dance, even if it’s somewhere secluded, he will feel adored. Whether it’s in front of the entire student body at a RAD party or a random balcony in the Demon Lord’s castle under the moonlight or in his study because a particular song started to play while he was working, he’ll be delighted and take your hand with a chuckle.

The best thing you could do to court Diavolo would be to take his hand and ask to visit either the mausoleum or wherever his father is being kept so that you can declare your affection for Diavolo in front of his ancestors/family. If you compliment him and bring an offering of flowers for his family, he might actually cry. He will never feel more desired than at that moment. If you ask for permission to be with him (although he would be equally happy if you just inform his family that you love him and plan to stay by his side), even if his father rose from his rest or his ancestors rose from the dead to deny you, he would go against them.

#anon #ask #requests #diavolo #gn!mc #obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me diavolo #diavolo x mc #diavolo x reader

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lynn-w3st · 15 days

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MK1: Thantophobia (Part 1)

(Noun), The fear of losing someone you deeply love and cherish very much.

Pairing: Dark Bi Han x Fem Reader

Warning: Mild Yandere Behavior and Stalking Behavior. (I try my best so I’m sorry if it came out cringe ) 🥺❤️. Hope you guys enjoy 🥰.

Prologue Link: https://www.tumblr.com/lynn-w3st/747076610473263104/mk1-thantophobia-prologue

You were awoken by the sound of birds chirping outside of your window. The sunlight gently beamed through your curtains as you sat up from your bed and groan tiredly. It was time to get ready for work as your owns a small bakery.

With a sigh you decided to get ready for the day as you needed all of the money you can get to help your father to pay for his medication. You wore you standard clothes and skirt apron.

Your father walk towards you with his cane in hand and gave you a weak smile. “You know if you feel burden to continue the family business I won’t hold you accountable. I want you to live a normal and steady life.” He began as you sigh and brought him into a hug. Your father began to cry as he felt useless for burdening you a lot.

“It’s ok father, I want you to be happy and safe. Mother may have walk out on us but you have always been there for me growing up. Please don’t ever feel like you are a burden to me.” You said softly as you wipe a tear from his face.

Your father place a kiss on your forehead and gave you a blessing before handing your satchel to you. “It seems you are stubborn like your old man.” He said as he chuckled before coughing uncontrollably. You frown and use your own handkerchief to wipe his bloody mouth.

“I won’t be out to much long father. Please by the elder gods go get some rest and lay down.” You said as you then escorted your sick father towards the bed and helping lay down before covering him up with some warm blankets.

“Take care my daughter. Don’t speak to any strangers unless they are customers.” He said as you nodded before getting up and leaving his bedroom. You bid farewell to him before leaving the house and locking it behind you and hop on your bicycle rode towards the village market.

The fresh spring air breeze was gently blowing on your face as everyone in the village were tending and working on the fields. A sense of calm and peace was evident in your mind.

The ride to the marketplace wasn’t much long as many vendors and retailers began to open and prepare their products and stands. You came into a stop in front of the bakery as the baker Jun was waiting patiently for your arrival.

“For a second I thought something happen. How’s your old man doing?” He asked as you got off of your bicycle and park it against the wall. “He’s still not doing well, had a high fever last night. Almost gave me a heart attack.” You said as you opened your bakery shop’s door.

“Hey don’t worry kiddo, your old man will get better soon. He’s one tough man and I’m very proud to be your godfather. It is my duty to make sure you are safe.” Jun said as he ruffled your hair. “Thanks uncle, now those pastries and breads won’t bake themselves.” You said.

The both of you began to set up and clean up the shop before any customers came in. The shop has been passed down from generation to generations. It belong to your ancestors before passing it down to your parents. You turn on the open sign before helping Jun make the goods.

Few hours later, you were humming a lullaby tone as you place the newly fresh batches of breads and pastries on the display cabinet.

So far you and Jun had quite a few customers come in to order your guys famous boba milk tea. The market was filled with people who were happily chatting away and shopping around the stores. The radio was playing some calm music as the bakery’s door open to reveal an old man.

“Hello welcome! If you need any assistance please feel free to ask me.” You said as the old man nodded and looked over the display. Jun was outside in the back smoking a cigarette.

“How much for these moon cakes.” The man said as you happily told him the price. The bell jingled again as two familiar faces enter the shop. The old man grabbed the two boxes of the moon cakes before standing before you to pay before leaving the bakery to go shop again.

“(Y,N)” Kung Lao said as he greeted you with a smile as you left your position from the register and rounded the corner to hug your two best friends. “Raiden! Kung Lao!” You said happily.

You brought them both into a tight hug. Jun smiled and greeted the both of them when he entered. “I hope Kung Lao hasn’t been giving you any trouble Raiden.” You asked giving your friend the funny stinky eye. Raiden chuckled at your sassy attitude while Jun choked a laugh.

Kung Lao let out a fake gasped and place a sassy hand over his heart in a dramatic gesture. You rolled your eyes and laugh as his reaction.

“How you could you say that to the Nicki Minaj great Kung Lao.” He said dramatically making you giggled more before making a baggie full of pastries and goodies. “Here are some freshly baked pastries and breads for you both. It’s on the house.” You said as Raiden was speechless.

“Oh no no (Y,N) let me pay for it please you are to kind.” He said as you shook your head and practically shoved the small bag into his arms. “Please I insists, Raiden! You and Lao have been very helpful to me. Especially in hard times since my father is still very ill.” You said.

Raiden gave you a reassuring smile before accepting the bag. “Thank you (Y,N) Kung Lao and I will enjoy your pastries. Hope your father gets better soon.” He said as he and Kung Lao bid farewell to you before leaving the bakery.

You waved back to them and resumed going back to work as more customers came into the shop. By the time you had finish paying the last customer, the sun was beginning to set in the horizon. Many of the stores began to close up and head back to their home for the day.

Jun helped you place the chairs up as you were counting register. “Why don’t you go home for the day kiddo. I can finish here and lock up the store.” He said as you hesitated for a bit. “Are you sure, Jun ? I don’t mind staying.” You said

“Yeah go take care of your old man. Be careful and don’t speak to strangers.” He said as you gave him a thumbs up and left the bakery. You place your satchel on the basket and got on your bicycle. You waved goodbye to Jun before riding towards your home to make some dinner.

You parked your bike against the side of the house and walked towards the front door to open it but found another small box that very similar to the one that you received last night.

However, this time the writing had a different message on it that read; In this timeline ‘till next I’d be choosing you over and over again.

Again that cold and dreadful feeling appeared as everything went quiet and your body was filled with goosebumps. You decided to not think much of it and enter your cozy house.

“I was worried for a bit my child. You normally don’t stay this late. I’m assuming Jun is going to finish up.” Your father said as made his way to you. “Sorry father for worrying you. Are you feeling a bit better?” You asked your father.

“I feel a bit better, my daughter. Come let’s us eat some dinner. You’ve had a very busy day.” He said leading you towards the kitchen table that various of your favorite spicy dishes.

“Ok papa, I’m starving and by the way Raiden and Kung Lao stop by. They are going out of town for a few months and they said that hopefully you get better soon.” You said.

Your father smiled as he served you some tea before the both of you began to eat the food. The both of you did not notice a dark silhouette watching you every move before disappearing.

Later that night after finishing getting ready for bed you couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread and uneasiness as someone or something is watching you even if your curtains were closed.

You decided that maybe it was the stress that caused you to feel this way. And with that you blew out the candle and got into your cozy bed.

Tiredness and sleepiness began to consume you as the last thing you saw was your window balcony opening slowly before you fell asleep.

Hope you guys enjoy this chapter of the story. Sorry if it’s slow as you can see I’m still trying to figure how this story is going to work out.

If you guys have any questions or concerns for me, I’m always happy to answer them for you guys. Please if you guys have some ideas or suggestions on how to introduce Dark Bi Han then I would be very much appreciated.

Please take care of yourself my lovely besties and I’m here if you guys ever need anything.

#mk1 fanfic #mk1 2023 #reader insert #bi han sub zero #yandere bi han #obsessive yandere #bi han x reader #mk1 kung lao #mk1 raiden #yanderebihanxreader

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omnibused · 1 year

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A comfort piece, related to this headcanon I posted a while back; about Ominis and his music box.

The clip contains sound effects, speaking, and music at the same time. For anyone with auditory issues or problems listening, a script has been included under the cut. I hope you like this one! ♥

[Sound of a metal door sliding open, burning braziers in the background.]

Ominis: I imagined you might be down here, even if a part of me wished it were under better circumstances. May I join you? Or, would... would you prefer to be left alone for now?

[Pause.]

Ominis: It pains me to see you like this, knowing there's nothing I can do to take it all away. I hope I can at least be a comfort to you, if nothing else. Here, take my handkerchief, dry your tears if you can. I'm here for you, little dove.

[Pause.]

Ominis: I know it's hard. I won't pretend to know what you're going through. We all carry our grief differently; some days it's much heavier than others. On the days it's lighter, we can help another carry their own. Take my hand, love, we can just sit here for a little while... if you're not ready to talk.

[Pause.]

Ominis: ...if I may. Here, take a look at this. I've never really shown it to anyone before, and if Sebastian's heard it at night he's has the tact not to say anything... [sound of a music box key being turned] surprisingly enough.

[Music begins. A music box rendition of 'Air on the G String' by Johann Sebastian Bach.]

Ominis: Y-Yes, just so. Just a little music box. I like to keep it with me, for when I'm having days like you are now, especially. It always soothes my aching heart, even if only a little.

[Pause, music continues.]

Ominis: Shh, just close your eyes and listen for a little while. Come, lay your head on my shoulder. Rest, dove... it's only you and I. We'll keep your troubles at bay, if only for a moment.

[Pause, music continues.]

Ominis: It... it was a gift. F-from my dear, dear Aunt Noctua, when I was just a boy. She did always have a way of helping me find my way; t-to find the light again, when I felt lost in darkness...

[Pause, music continues.]

Ominis: She told me, when she gave it to me, t-to... to remember that home and peace c-could always be found where I chose to make it... right now, I choose to make it... with you.

[Music continues, to end.]

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis #ominis audio #ominis x mc #ominis x you

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multidxni · 1 year

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Hi 👋 could I request a fluffy fluffy fic on girl reader and jungkook and she cares for him when he is sick with a cold. Fluffy and cuddles and comfort.

Hello! Thank you for your request! This is actually the first one I got since I started this blog, and so I really hope you like it. ☺️

Requests are always open.

Warm

pairing: Jeon Jungkook x fem!reader

genre: fluffff, established relationship

summary: Jungkook isn't feeling well and you take care of him.

You, your boyfriend, Jimin and Taehyung were hanging out in the living room of your apartment.

„You know that one time when Tae was drunk and he tripped over Tan?“ Jimin laughed, his eye smile showing.

„Yes, omg! I was so worried! Poor Tannie got so scared.“ You laughed with Jimin, seeing Taehyung win another round of the game, him and Jungkook were playing.

„I’m getting tired.“ Jungkook scrunched his nose, a small smile on his lips.

„Oh come on, you’re just jealous that I won every round!“ Tae pushed his shoulder, but Jungkook felt too weak to joke back, the way he usually did.

You thought he may have something on his mind, because when Taehyung got up from the couch to get another drink, he simply stayed there, rubbing his forehead with his fingers.

„Hey… I think it got pretty late.“ Jimin notices.

You nod. „Will you drive Tae home? I think he’s drunk again.“ Chuckling, your eyes wander around, finding him dance to no music at all.

„Yeah, of course.“ Jimin laughs, hugging you.

„You’re a good friend Jimin.“ You smile at him, as he nods standing up, making his way to Taehyung.

Jungkook is suddenly standing next to you and you can’t help but think he looks really tired.

„Hey…“ You caress his back, as he lets his head rest on your shoulder.

„Baby, you tired?“ You kiss his forehead, meeting his doe eyes, that are slowly closing and opening to find your worried ones.

„Mmm… don’t know. My head kinda hurts.“

Before you can properly react Jimin and Taehyung say their goodbye’s and walk out the door.

You lock it, turning around to see a pouty Jungkook, weakly standing on his own in the middle of the apartment.

Your heart melts and you take his hand, leading him to bed.

„You didn’t even drink.“ You say, your confused eyes watching him get under the blanket.

He doesn’t look good at all, dark circles appearing under his eyes, his mouth dry. Maybe...

„Did you get sick, baby?“ Your hand touches his forehead, checking if he has a fever.

„You’re hot!“ You worry.

„I know.“ He mumbles, weakly smirking.

„Not like that, Jungkook.“ You roll your eyes, chuckling.

„I’m going to make you a tea and get the medicine.“ You announce and he pouts.

„B-but… I wanna cuddle. Don’t leave me alone!“ He whines.

You smile at how adorable he is. „I’ll be right back, love. You can try to rest a little.“ Whispering, you press gentle kisses on his hot forehead, reddened cheeks and pouty lips.

„I love you. I will take care of you.“ You let him know and he hums satisfied.

„I love you too.“ You hear him whisper, before you leave the room.

When you get back, Jungkook is sleeping. He looks so beautifully peaceful, but you know you have to wake him up.

„Babe.“ Your fingers gently brush his hair out of his now, wet face.

He slowly wakes up to your touches.

„You’re back.“ He says.

You nod. „I have something for you, Kookie.“

His eyes wander to the medicine you brought and the warm, good smelling tea.

After he takes it and drinks a little tea, he says he feels better.

„But I’d feel so much better with you here.“ He pouts, patting the empty spot of the bed next to him.

You chuckle. „That’s what you get for walking in the rain, without an umbrella.“ You scrunch your nose, laying down next to him.

„The things I do for you…“ He quietly laughs, his arms wrapping around your waist.

Thinking back to when he went out to buy you snacks and it started raining, he could have taken the bus instead of walking back home. Dummy.

Your head rests on his chest, as you hold him close.

„You’re always right.“ He kisses your forehead.

„And you never listen to me anyways.“ You complain.

„You still love me.“ He says back, proudly smiling.

You smile back, looking into his eyes.

„Thank you for everything. For sticking with me, taking care of me, and also scolding me when I mess up... I’m the luckiest boyfriend in the world.“ He says and you shush him, already blushing.

„Go back to sleep bunny.“ You play with his hair.

„Will you stay with me forever?“ He whispers, his eyes sparking with love.

„Yes. I will, Jungkook. Forever.“

He falls asleep, feeling safe and loved.

He has found the most beautiful girl in the world, inside and out.

And she’s his.

Forever.

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liannelara-dracula · 1 year

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Diabolik lovers S+M+T brothers at beach

Hi Love,

Gosh, I am so sorry! I hope you are still around. This took months! To everyone I am sorry for my absences, in December I hope to be less busy. I luckily found some time for writing so I decided to finish some stuff while I'm at it. :) Hope you guys like it!

-Liannelara

Diaboys At the Beach HCS

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Requests are open

Rules

Warning:

*certain words have been censored for Tumblr guidelines.

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General (includes everyone):

🏝They took a van altogether to get there.

🏝Or it may have been Kou’s tour van bc he’s an idol.

🏝And Yuma didn’t want to go.

🏝But he was the one who ended up driving because he thinks that Ruki and Reiji are too slow because they follow the speed limit.

🏝Carla and Shin cannot drive because they are too old so good luck explaining to them how a car works.

🏝Plus Shin drives so bad, omg.

🏝And so yeah, Yuma would get everyone there faster.

Sakamaki

Shu:

🏝Made a fake treasure map and sneaked it somewhere on the beach and Ayato found it.

🏝This way the triplets would be preoccupied and leave the damn place so he could get some freaking peace and quiet.

🏝He openly admitted to Reiji, Subaru, Ruki, and Carla who were resting on lawn chairs also.

🏝“It’s been a while since we have seen those three.” Ruki commented.

🏝“Tch, yeah they must be so busy checking out chicks.” Subaru said.

🏝Shu continued to look asleep with his sunglasses and said, “Oh, they’re not checking out chicks.”

🏝“Then why the hell are they so busy?!” Subaru looked confused.

🏝“Well, I didn’t want to say anything but I figured a fake map would do the trick.”

🏝“You did what?!” They were all shocked.

🏝“They’re looking all around for treasure that doesn’t even exist. But I figured it was the only way to get them to shut up.” Shu grinned, knowing he had screwed them over.

🏝“It is unbelieve that you even bothered to do something productive, let alone beneficial to us all.” Reiji commented while adjusting his glasses.

🏝Getting him to come was hard, it was only because Reiji said that there would be steak so he agreed to come.

🏝Wears his damn cardigan in this hot @ss heat.

🏝Rei does not understand this at all and can’t stand it.

🏝And he’s shirtless and probably has some beach necklace on.

🏝He makes sure to leave his cardigan open tho, that way chicks can check him out.

🏝But he does wear his swim trunks (they’re yellow) and sunglasses.

🏝And he’d sip out of a f*ckin’ coconut and you know it.

🏝Spends most of his time on the damn lawn chair or on a beach towel under the umbrella shade.

🏝This just gives him the excuse to be lazy.

🏝While he lays on the beach towel if girls walk by in their bikinis, he looks up.

🏝He is still listening to his music tho, that will never change.

🏝Probably got a tan, which might be funny if he had his choker on through it all so it’ll leave that shape on his neck now.

🏝He’s a little annoyed by it and the triplets find it funny.

🏝He might complain about the sun being too bright tho, lol.

🏝Once the day is over, he literally does not carry anything back to the van.

Reiji:

🏝Reiji has everything ready before they leave.

🏝And he’s just trying to make sure everything goes smoothly.

🏝He’s hoping he can relax a little because the beach will keep his brothers busy.

🏝He goes for a swim because it's good exercise.

🏝He and his brothers drag Shu to go but Shu will only go if a hot chick catches his attention and she’s by the water.

🏝Reiji and Ruki are responsible for the food because we know that the boys can’t cook for sh!t.

🏝So they are in charge of the barbeque, and they fight over how to do things, such as how to season things, what temperature the meat shout be cooked at, when they should flip it, and when it’s done, etc.

🏝Azusa tries to help them negotiate but they just end up yelling at him and he becomes disappointed because they haven’t hit him. Yet.

🏝Apart from this he does try to relax by sitting on a chair and reading some things.

🏝 Reiji is probably wearing some swim trunks and button-up shirt that is somewhat undone, so girls can catch a glimpse of his chiseled chest.

🏝I mean have you seen this man?????!!!!

🏝He only takes off his shirt when he’s going to swim tho.

🏝 And he wears his sunglasses here, probably the kind that also works as glasses so he doesn’t have to have two with him.

🏝The triplets are always trying to sabotage things for him like they unscrewed the screws in the folding chairs just so he’d fall out of it.

🏝Oh and if he ends up falling asleep in the chair, they steal his sandals and hide them while he’s sleeping.

🏝They’ve also stolen his towel and gotten it wet in the ocean and then returned it to him.

🏝He was so annoyed and scolded them about their behavior while Shu was amused.

🏝He will not build a sandcastle but if he sees that Ruki is, it will lead to competition between the two about who can build a better castle.

🏝Reiji is also constantly telling his brothers to not cause trouble.

🏝If he’s near the shore but is only getting his feet wet, the triplets will just push him in.

🏝He doesn’t allow the triplets to use the yacht they have.

🏝“No, there will be no parties on father’s yacht.”

🏝And if they are making a fuss about getting ice cream, he gives them money because he won’t hear the end of it if he doesn’t.

🏝Sometimes Laito tries to coax him into looking at chicks with him but Rei tells him he’ll pass.

🏝He’ll be sitting in his lawn chair with his shades, reading a book or science article of some sort. So Laito will approach him and say, “The women you take interest in are no fun, now lighten up brother.”

🏝Reiji would sigh and take his shades off, “That’s because you have little regard for what a woman is. The females you take an interest in are far beyond from being ladies. They are young and incompetent girls.”

🏝“Ohhh, then perhaps you're into older women~”

🏝“Do not say such nonsense.” He’d say adjusting his glasses.

🏝Reiji may even participate in a sport with his brothers. In fact, he’s probably the one telling them to get good exercise and having them play volley ball.

Laito:

🏝Is really looking forward to going and can’t wait to see girls in their swimsuits.

🏝He and Ayato are trying to undo the strings on girl’s bikins.

🏝And their main goal is to pick up chicks.

🏝He wore a speedo, and I’m betting it's zebra or leopard print.

🏝Or even worse, green.

🏝Ayato said his outfit was silly and Subaru thought it was ridiculous but he simply told them they knew nothing about fashion.

🏝“Laito you look like sh!t.”

🏝Sits on a hammock and Subaru sabotages it.

🏝He brings rollerskates but he falls a lot.

🏝He does go in the water and he goes a little far in.

🏝However if he doesn’t realize what is on him, like seaweed for instance, he might freak out.

🏝I also see that he left his hat on his beach towel cause he didn’t want to get it wet.

🏝But knowing Ayato and Kino they’d use his damn hat as a freezbe and do it across the water in hopes of getting wet.

🏝Meanwhile, Laito is trying to stop.

🏝And it’s basically a monkey-in-the-middle situation because he can’t catch it.

🏝If he’s in a pool or in general if he plans to look underwater he brings goggles with him.

🏝He kinda looks like this dude → click here

🏝Oh and I bet he goes snorkeling and thinks the fish are cool.

🏝He’ll try to take pics of them and then put them in a scrapbook or something.

🏝He will laugh if the fish try to tickle him, and literally if he saw two fish mating he’d take a photo of it cause he thinks it's interesting.

🏝And then he’d show it to Subaru. “Don’t they look interesting? They are so innocent when they procreate, it isn’t like our kind.”

🏝“Shut up, idiot!”

🏝He plays volleyball with his brothers and Subaru makes sure they're on opposing teams just so he can win against him and possibly hit him with the ball.

🏝Although even if they were on the same team he’d still aim the ball at him when he’s getting on his nerves.

🏝Will complain about the water being pretty cold too.

🏝Ayato will make jokes about him being a mermaid and Laito becomes offended/upset.

🏝“That is just cruel brother, very cruel.”

Kanato:

🏝Wore a lilac button-up shirt and some white and purple swim trunks.

🏝He has the top somewhat button-down.

🏝Teddy and him have matching outfits.

🏝And he’s got nice black shades, with a tint of purple.

🏝Picks up chicks with his nice outfit.

🏝Spends time building a sandcastle but he honestly doesn’t have the patience.

🏝Especially if Ayato ended up kicking it because he was playing sports or something.

🏝He was so annoyed and made sure not to mess with Teddy’s sand castle ever again.

🏝Literally I could see him throwing seashells/sand at him and anyone who walks by.

🏝Laito might participate in helping him build it because he finds it fun but Ayato will just say its for kids.

🏝And Kanato doesn’t like it when someone calls him a kid

🏝But if they make a game out of it he wants to compete because Oreo-Sama is the best.

🏝He brought a little backpack where he keeps the sweets Reiji packed for him to avoid any possible tantrums he may give if he didn’t.

🏝And god forbid if a seagull swooped down and took any candy.

🏝He’d be enraged.

🏝And you can best bet that this little purple goblin would curse at it.

🏝He may even cry over this bc he’s such a child.

🏝If Ayato laughs at him he’ll just chase after him.

🏝I think he likes putting his feet in the water but if a seaweed came near him he’d be annoyed.

Ayato:

🏝Get’s sunburned easily (idk if vampires can actually get sunburned but whatever.)

🏝Brings a f*cking metal detector to check if he can find valuables in the sand.

🏝Subaru sees this and just thinks he’s an idiot.

🏝You know how his pants are rolled up on one side?

🏝His swim shorts are the same deal.

🏝Wears ugly neon green alien sunglasses and matches with Kino.

🏝He plays monkey in the middle with Laito and Kanato and Kanato is in the middle.

🏝Kanato gets fed up in two seconds and probably pops the beach ball.

🏝Tries to pick up chicks with Laito and Kino.

🏝But he just embarrasses himself.

🏝He and Kino bring their skateboards and try to do tricks.

🏝Knowing Ayato he has tripped over seaweed and even sand.

🏝He tries to go surfing and he fails miserably.

🏝He goes in the water and I’m not surprised if Kino and Shin schemed something together and made Ayato think there was a shark in the water.

🏝He was well convinced and completely left his surfboard due to fear.

🏝He really wants to use the boat his family owns so he can fish.

🏝He did this once over the bridge and fell over the railing and it was hilarious.

🏝Overall, he’s mostly just making a fool of himself throughout it all.

🏝I mean from how many girls he’s asked out or flirted with and he’s like tripped in front of them it just makes me laugh.

🏝Oh and he’s going all over with the “fake” treasure map he found with Kanato and Laito.

🏝And it’s just hilarious how they went around the whole town.

🏝If he’s in charge of grilling Shu’s special stake he’ll burn it and start a fire.

🏝And he will put out the fire by pouring a bottle of water over the stake because he’s lost all hope.

🏝And Shu hates him after that.

Subaru:

🏝He carries most of the supplies and stuff since Reiji asks him.

🏝He will complain slightly but after being able to trip Kou along the way he’s all for it.

🏝Will go out for a swim cause it will relax him.

🏝He wears a black tank top and swim trunks.

🏝Girls stare at his arms and he’s embarrassed.

🏝Laito literally even introduces him to girls he met and Subaru just gets flustered.

🏝He will look at girls in their bathing suits but try to cover up the fact that he’s looking.

🏝And if Laito catches, omg he will not hear the end of it.

🏝He will try to him his little bro get her attention.

🏝"Oh, I see you need some help in getting a girl's attention?" Laito would say.

🏝"Shut up!"

🏝"Well, a little push never hurt anyone." He’d say to his little brother before actually pushing him forward to bump into the chick.

🏝"Ok, you know what to do brother, take it from here."

🏝Meanwhile Subaru just wants to kick his @ss for pushing him forward and bumping into the chick.

Kino:

🏝Having drinks with chicks.

🏝Causally joins other people’s parties and bonfires.

🏝He comes with only his weird printed swim trunks and skateboard.

🏝He thinks the pattern looks cool but Ayato and Shin dis him about the f*cking print.

🏝Brings a boombox.

🏝Does any sport possible, so he’s definitely doing surfing and power cursing.

🏝Brings a polaroid camera, and f-ing films the whole time on his phone.

🏝Tries to make vines with Ayato and Shin.

🏝Will flip sh!t if Ayato eats a hot dog in front of him.

🏝He literally gasped before chucking the thing straight into the ocean.

🏝Right in front of Ayato’s eyes, leaving him speechless only to respond with, “Bruh.”

🏝He and Ayato play video games and literally argue.

🏝In fact, when they play volleyball they argue about who lost or who was out of bounds.

🏝He honestly doesn’t do much, he's just really obnoxious.

Mukami

Ruki:

🏝He wears those white polo shirts that are short sleeves so you can see his muscular arms.

🏝And it’s just one of those tight shirts they put on models, he looks good with it.

🏝F*ck

🏝Anyways, this boring @ss brought a book with him, of course.

🏝He will occasionally look up if he’s interested in some girl specifically.

🏝He’d be focused on his reading when the voice of girl caught his attention, causing him to lower his gaze on the female.

🏝He does get a little involved with playing sports if his brothers ask him or if he’s being challenged.

🏝Ruki is mostly busy reading, relaxing, or competing against Reiji in something.

🏝If he has a partner, he’d become more involved in the sense of messing around with her and pushing her into the water.

🏝but those are hcs for another time. ;)

🏝If he really wants to do something different he might build a sand castle.

🏝Other than that he doesn’t do too much but he does sometimes get in nerd debates with Reiji.

Yuma:

🏝He carried almost everything in like a few trips.

🏝He builds sandcastles with Azusa.

🏝Plays volleyball and makes sure Azusa is on his team and that Kou is on the opposite side.

🏝 He literally make sure the ball hits him down each time 😂

🏝Feeds the seagulls because he feels bad.

🏝But will get mad if they follow him.

🏝“Hey, look I was trying to help out. Now that’s enough.”

🏝Although if his brothers are not watching he will be more friendly towards them.

🏝“Huh, you guys really like bread, don’t ya?” He ask, petting one of the seabirds.

🏝 He’s not trying to but he gets a tan.

🏝 He’d be shirtless the whole time, he tried to even arrive shirtless but Ruki told him it wasn’t proper.

🏝 So he put a beach sweater on but then instantly took it off.

🏝 I say this because he probably thinks it’s hot a lot of the time.

🏝 I really can’t imagine the attire but probably orange swim trunks? Idk, just look at dive to blood when I don’t give a description 😂.

🏝 Will swim far out in the ocean.

🏝Is basically anywhere where Kou isn’t.

🏝Has a hard time relaxing bc he can almost never sit still.

🏝 Although once his brothers convince him enough to relax and he is finally able to and he’ll check out chicks even if his facial expression doesn’t display any hint of that.

🏝Though I say most of his time is spent watching Azusa and ambushing Kou.

Kou:

🏝He wore a light pink bucket hat and Yuma didn’t want to be around him cause he thought he looked dumb with it.

🏝”The only thing you are hurting right now are my feelings.” I see it like in this clip here. (idk if the clip is still in there, I hope)

🏝He also wore pink swim trunks and Yuma just can’t talk to him.

🏝And I see that he’s got wacky sunglasses like it’s just ridiculous.

🏝Subaru flips him off his flamingo floaty. (If they were at a pool anyways)

🏝 he’s honestly everywhere and his brothers just hope the disguise is enough knowing he’s an idol or he just might ruin everyone’s vacation.

🏝Which as you can imagine, that is exactly what happened.

🏝And believe me they were not happy about it at all.

🏝“Oh come on guys you know I didn’t mean to do this.”

🏝“That ain’t the point man, you always do this. This is why no one wants to bring you on trips.” Yuma would say annoyed by Kou’s excuse.

Azusa:

🏝He builds really nice sandcastles with water and stuff.

🏝He’s really good it, and people take photos of his work.

🏝Azusa will try to get stung by a dead jellyfish and Yuma has to constantly watch him to make sure he isn’t to far out into the sea to get eaten or something.

🏝“Azusa, get the hell out of there!”

🏝Azusa is pretty calm most of the time, he might sun tan because he hears it's relaxing.

🏝Although he’s mostly trying to find ways where he will feel pain.

🏝So everyone kinda worries about where he wanders off to sometimes or if he’s been gone for too long because he’s probably doing something he shouldn’t be doing.

🏝He’d literally stay in the water when there's a shark.

🏝He might even give it a name and try to pet it.

🏝Meanwhile Kou is screaming at him to get out of the water.

🏝Azusa would also probably try to throw himself on the boulders that he sees just to feel something and Yuma would constantly have to pull him away.

Tsukinami

Carla:

🏝He’s just trying to relax, but Shin won’t allow him.

🏝Because he’s either pulling pranks on him or he made some girl’s bf upset and now Carla has to fix things.

🏝Girls look at him but he’s not focused on this.

🏝He might be trying to paint the ocean tho.

🏝And he’ll probably paint a girl he found attractive too.

🏝He’s mostly exploring around the nearby gift shops and possibly buying souvenirs.

🏝Because he’s trying to “relax”.

🏝He’ll probably try to read or something and Shin is telling him to either get in the water or get a tan.

🏝Or get a girl.

🏝Shin wants to turn into his wolf form but Carla gets mad at him and tells him no.

🏝“What’s it going to look like if there is a wolf running around on a beach?” He’d ask his younger brother.

🏝Shin looked at him before shaking his head. “No one will notice.”

🏝”No, no wolf form.”

🏝“Fine, then I’ll turn into a snake.”

🏝 “No.” Carla anwsered.

🏝“A bat.”

🏝“No.”

🏝“An eagle.”

🏝”No. No, no, no! You will not turn into anything. Just stay in your regular form!”

🏝Overall, Carla’s really got his work cut out for him lol.

Shin:

🏝Came shirtless, and was about to come in his wolf form but Carla stopped him.

🏝 He’s doing some type of sport and tries to drag Carla into it.

🏝 Like Shin would try anything and Carla doesn’t like the idea because it’s usually reckless.

🏝 I could see Shin wanting to try power cruising and Carla is worried that Shin will just crash somewhere, leading him to be the one to cover the damages because he’s the oldest.

🏝 He’d also go cycling most likely, but he’d never wear one of those outfits.

🏝Idk if you guys are familiar with cycling at the beach but I live in a beach town and that’s what everyone does. Especially tourists, so yeah I could see that Shin rented a bike.

🏝That’s usually how it works, at least at the beach town I’m at. 😂

🏝And honestly the whole time Carla is just hoping nothing crazy happens.

🏝Aside from this if Shin is not cycling he’s probably doing stupid with Kino or checking out girls.

🏝That’s what the whole trip consists of.

🏝But if he turned in his wolf form it’d be another story.

🏝 It’d be so chaotic and Carla would be freaking out bc everyone is wondering why there is a wolf at the beach. 😂

🏝It’d get so bad that Carla would have to fake it and say that Shin is his husky 😂. This way no one will question.

🏝And then in the van he can give a long lecture about it and why he will never do this trip ever again.

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So, I took the time to watch the Attack on Titan finale today.....

I don't know why, because everyone keeps saying that the anime ending was a huge step up from the manga's ending. Jeez, has it really been three years since that dropped the ball?

So I decided I needed to see for myself what it really changed, I had the time so I forced myself through it, to see what exactly the big deal all was; mostly what was different, and what it did that was so far removed from the comic.

Well I gotta admit, I was surprised by what I saw.

The animation was really impressive, much better than what I've seen of MAPPA's handiwork from the rest of this season. The whole thing just kept going bigger and bigger, and it just never seemed to slow down. It's definitely one of the most impressive battles of the series, especially when so much focus on fighting and ending the Titans seemed to be lost after so long. Plus I forgot how stunning MAPPA's backgrounds can be, almost like WIT's. I guess that's what you call "peak" in the anime circle now, huh?

Levi......What can I say, he's an absolute badass, and the battle was worth it just to see him plow through Eren's army of Titans in all of his glory. Nothing can slow this guy down, and he definitely earned his ending. Sure he lost everyone who was near and dear to him but at least he can finally get some measure of peace. A much better finish than what the manga gave us, in its own weird way.

Was surprisingly touching to see the fallen Scouts again btw. Should have had Marco somewhere for Jean's sake, but maybe they can finally move on to a better place, wherever that may be.

Well the Armin and Eren scene pulled no punches, did it? XD Bad puns aside, I was surprised at how emotionally charged that scene was, Eren seemed really sorry for everything. At least he finally owned up to it in the end. Such a shame he was left with so little choice in the end.

And really, I realized how hard I was on Mikasa. She knew the life she thought she and Eren could have was beyond all hope, and in the end she made the right choice, agonizing as it was. In the end Mikasa really was too good for Eren, theirs is a love that was tragically cut short by circumstance. He couldn't help it, she couldn't help it.......Eremika truly is an unsung Shakespearean tragedy.

Oh don't you worry Eren, I'm sure she was thinking of you well beyond ten years. Who could fault her? We all know you meant well....

So........now everyone's saying it took two thousand years if not more for this to happen, huh? Well I guess that sort of makes up for it.....At least nobody we knew and loved lived to see it, right? I guess we can stop blaming Eren for whatever brought this upon Paradis, right?

Well, whatever the case may be, after finally seeing it I can say the anime ending makes up for a lot of what the manga left hanging. Great animation, such raw emotions, the insane music.......It was a long slog, but I'm glad I was proven wrong about everything I have said since the manga ending came out. This really helped to tie everything together much better, made the loss of such a wondrous cast a little easier to swallow. In the end, they gave their hearts, and in the end, it's much better to feeling something than to feel nothing.

So kudos to Studio MAPPA, and kudos to Hajime Isayama, truly I underestimated you. I feel like seeing this animated opened my eyes to so much of what I thought was missing. Suddenly things are so much clearer. Now.......Now I understand.......Eren only did what had to be done. Well played Mr. Isayama, well played.

And with that, I just want to leave with a quick shoutout to the true GOAT of Attack on Titan..........

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AS IF, YOU BITCH.

And that's the LEAST of what you deserve, you cunt rag.

That title belongs to THIS girl, right here.

As if there were any force between heaven and earth in this world or the next that could EVER make me forget.....

Oh, one more thing........

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April Fools, Folks.

This story ended with the Ocean.

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copiousloverofcopia · 2 years

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When You Wake Up

Terzo Fluff trade (SFW) for the amazing @inf3stissumam 💗

-Terzo x Reader

-reader is not described and no particular pronouns used so everyone can enjoy a self insert ☺️

Also available on AO3. Asks and requests are open. For Commission hit me up (on that site that looks like a heart mug, user copiousloverofcopia)!

Hope you all like it 😊

The room is pitch black and quiet, and the peaceful embrace of silence having finally overcome you. As the night settled in, you had fallen asleep waiting. It had been a very long week while Terzo was out traveling to promote the band’s upcoming tour.

For months leading up to this recent trip, you were always by this side. Every practice, every meeting, every argument between him and Secondo about how things should go–all of it. You grew accustomed to being on his arm through it all. The memories of him belting out lyrics to his new songs as he serenaded you in your bedroom were your constant companions while he was away. You were ever so proud of him.

The new album was something he worked so hard on, his need to prove himself to his family and the church weregreat. He had poured his soul into it. Terzo was so excited to share it with the world. To show them that Papa Emeritus the Third was a man of virtuosity and charisma. Your Papa was someone worthy of their admiration.

So when he told you he would be leaving soon, it had come as no surprise, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. There would be more nights like this. Terzo would only be home a few short days before the tour would begin. You were going to have to get used to the emptiness in the bed the two of you shared.

Without you knowing it a couple more hours had passed and you were out like a light, laying in bed. You were awakened by the sound of your books, you had used to distract yourself, tumbling off the side to the floor. The noise startled you, making you flinch. “Oh no, I am sorry I woke you. I was trying my best to let you sleep.” Terzo said, his hand resting gently on your shoulder.

The sound of his voice in the darkness, soft and musical, like the gentle strum of a guitar–intoxicating. It brought you such relief knowing he was finally home. "I am sorry I am so late, the ghouls were a handful getting through airport security….it was a lot, I won't bore you with the details–Omega may have bitten someone, but that's neither here nor there. Anyway, my love, again I am sorry to have awakened you.

“It’s ok, I must have fallen asleep waiting–” you began, Terzo's brows furrowing at your words.

“Waiting? Tesoro, I told you not to wait up for me.” he sighed, turning the lamp on the bedside table on. Terzo smiled, seeing you laying there, the dimly lit room illuminating your shape under the sheets. He climbed over you to place the gentlest of kisses on your forehead. Deeply inhaling as he did, the scent of your shampoo filling his nose for the first time in days. He was just as happy to see you. He laid down, nestled up next to you beneath the covers, his elbow bent and his head resting in his hand.

“I know you said not to, but I couldn’t help it. How am I going to get through this? I can’t stand it. Every second that has passed without you herethese last few days has been torture. How am I going to make it through an entire tour?” you asked him, your eyes glossing over with unshed tears.

“It is not forever, tesoro. I will be home after a few weeks. You know I will always come home to you.” he reassured you. You smiled back at him, knowing he meant every word that left his lips. His word had always been his bond and for you of all people, his candor fully on display.

“I know.” you sniffled, him pressing his lips into a tight smile. He could tell it was hard on you. It wasn’t the same for him, not because he didn’t long for you just as much as you did him, but because he would get so engrossed in his commitments to Ghost and to the Ministry that he didn’t get the luxury of dwelling on anything else. He pulled you closer to him in the bed, holding you in his arms.

He was warm and you could hear his heart beating within his chest. A crescendo, sounding off as you nuzzled closer to him. His embrace was unlike any other. You melted into those strong arms holding you and the softness of his lips, as he gently kissed the bare skin of your shoulder, flooded you with happiness.

His chest hair tickled your nose, Terzo chuckled watching the sensation making you twitch. You giggled right along with him, the tender moment between the two of you sending your heart soaring. He brought his fingertips up to your jawline, pulling you to face him. He wanted you to look into his mismatched eyes, to see the sincerity in the words he would begin to speak.

“Listen to me. I want you to know something…you're ready to listen, si?" He asked you. His tone was reassuring, making you feel comforted and protected. In his arms you were safe.

"Uh huh." you agreed, smiling at him through your tears. He smiled back, wiping them from your cheek, his fingers grazing along the side of your face.

"I adore you above all things, tesoro. There is nothing that could keep me from coming home to you. My entire world is right here in this room." he vowed, his soulful eyes staring deeply into yours.

“I just want to be with you, please stay here with me as long as you can. I'm so afraid to fall asleep. What if I fall asleep and wake up to you being gone–gone all over again. I need more time with you.” you cried.

Terzo had been trying hard not to, but your undying love and devotion to him in your eyes along with how beautiful you were took over. He kissed you fully on your lips–pure serenity the feeling of him there. The moment, a bit bitter sweet, but one you were grateful to have. When you pulled away to face him once more you were overcome with emotion. You buried your face into the crook of his shoulder and his embrace surrounded you.

“Shhhh…that is not going to happen. You rest now, tesoro, I will be here when you wake up.”

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omgstarks · 1 year

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Just followed you! OMG I READ ALL YOUR STEPHEN STRANGE FANFICS AND ALL OF THEM ARE AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!! (⁠个⁠_⁠个⁠)

X-x can you like idk if you take requests but like write a fanfic oneshot maybe? Of Stephen possessively or clingy sex with reader trying to cook but he keeps touching reader and reader ends up surrending to him?

Anyways if you can't it's alright! You're JUST AMAZING WRITERRRR ALSO HI IM A FELLOW INFP AND IM ONLY THIS TALKATIVE ONLINE OK I HOPE YOU ARE ALRIGHT LOVE YOUU

Morning After (Stephen Strange x Reader)

Summary: The morning after spending a night with Stephen, you make him breakfast. He has other ideas.

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI, unprotected sex, creampie

AN: thank you for the ask! hope you guys enjoy :)

The sun beaming through the window, and the sound of your stomach growling was enough to wake you up. You lifted your head just a bit to check the time. 7 am. You stretched and rubbed your eyes, turning to see Stephen sleeping soundly beside you. You watched the rise and fall of his chest, the soft twitching of his eyelids with the sunlight casting onto his face. You smiled to yourself, enjoying seeing him so peaceful- so beautiful. You couldn’t help but think of the events of last night.

After years of friendship and sexual tension, last night was the final straw between you.

“What’s wrong, Stephen?” You asked as he paced the balcony you both had stepped out to, leaving Stark’s Christmas gala.

“I’m jealous.” He expressed. “I’m jealous watching you dance with other men… when it should be me, you should be dancing with.”

“Stephen…” You chuckled softly, stepping towards him. He looked down at you in your goddamn navy blue slip-on dress. You were even beautiful in the moonlight. “If you wanted to dance, you could’ve asked.”

He shook his head and sighed. “Don’t you understand? I want to be the only man you dance with. I want you. I think I always have.”

Next thing you knew, you were in your apartment, lips latched onto each other, clothes on the floor leading to your room.

You slipped out of bed carefully, putting on his dress shirt over you. It smelled of a faint cologne and day-old whiskey.

You walk into the kitchen, put a pot of coffee out to brew, then grab ingredients to make yourself and Stephen some breakfast.

The smell of coffee and bacon was enough to wake Stephen from his peaceful, relaxed slumber. He reached out to your side of the bed, quickly looking up when he couldn’t feel your presence.

“Y/N?” He called, confused at first. He got out of bed, fixing the covers and pillows before walking out of the room.

Music softly played from the radio, and you were standing at the stove, swaying your hips to the music. Stephen leaned against the door frame, a smile growing on his face. His eyes trailed down your body, settling on your ass and watching the way it moved under his dress shirt.

Stephen moved towards you, resting his hands on your hips. “Good morning, sweetheart.” He whispered into your ear. This startled you a bit, but you were quickly comforted by the sound of his voice and the warmth of his body.

He pulled your hips towards him, swaying his hips with yours. You felt his bulge growing from behind you- the thin dress shirt standing in between your naked ass and his member.

“You look amazing in my shirt.” he kissed your ear, wrapping his arms around your body. His voice was deep and raspy. It was sexy. You could get used to this.

“It’s so comfortable, I might have to steal it from you.” You giggled.

“It looks much better on you anyway.” He smiled. He took a deep breath, smelling the bacon you were frying in the pain. “You didn’t have to cook breakfast….”

“I was hungry.”

“Well…” He kissed your cheek. You could feel the growing bulge against your skin. “I may have something you can eat… that I know you’ll like.” He teased, his voice velvet against the skin of your neck.

“Is that so?” You chuckled softly. He hummed, placing soft kisses along your shoulder. His hands slid up and down your sides, faintly rubbing against the curve of your breast. You grew warm, your cheeks flushed with pink. You tried to focus on cooking, but Stephen’s touches and kisses distracted you.

“You’re going to make me burn the food….” You sighed as he began to suckle on your neck.

“Forget about it.” He breathed- breath hot and wet against your skin. He continued to push his hardening cock against your lower back, groaning softly behind you.

“Look what you did to me, sweetheart. You’ve got me so hard.”

“What are you going to do about it?” You pushed your ass back to tease him. You yourself started to drip with arousal- your pussy dying to be touched by him. His hand trailed down, hooking between your legs to rub his fingers against your damp heat.

“You’re so wet, sweetie. Are you sure you don’t want me?” you remained silent, holding your tongue from making any noise. He pushed his fingers up when you didn’t answer, teasing at your entrance.

“Fuck-“ you switched off the stove before turning around and wrapping your arms around him to pull him into a kiss. He smiled against your lips before lifting you up by your ass, then sitting you on the kitchen island.

He stood between your legs, pumping his cock in hand before placing the swollen head of his cock against your entrance and pushing himself slowly inside.

You tilted your head back, letting out a strangled noise. Stephen pulled back just a little and pushed back in. You wriggled against the table, and he hooked your leg around him to keep himself steady.

Stephen pulled his hips back and pushed in again, fucking you slowly.

“Fuck- you feel so good, Y/N.” He started moving his hips faster, hands gripped tight on your ass. With every thrust, he made sure to grind his hips into you, trying to feel you as deep as possible.

He relished the little noises you were making- the whimpers, the moans you held back. “Don’t hold back, Y/N. I want to hear you moan.” He brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing it slowly. You gasped softly, and your hips jerked. He rubbed your clit faster, earning him your moans.

“Fuck- Stephen!”

“That’s it, sweetie. I want everyone to know my name.” He moved to kiss your cheek, then slowly moved you onto your back.

You reached up to take his face in your hand, but he only caught it, enlacing his fingers with yours and roughly pinning them on the table above your head.

His pace quickened, and he continued to fuck you against the hard surface. The sound of hips slapping and the matching moans filled the apartment. You were going to hear from your landlord, but at the movement, you could care less.

“Stephen- fuck, I’m going to cum.”

“Oh, sweetie.” He groaned, burying his head between the valley of your breasts. He pounded into you, and the tip of his cock hit that sweet spot deep inside you. Your pussy tightened around him.

“That’s it. Cum for me. I want you to cum hard for me. Cum around my cock.”

You rolled your hips, arching up your hips to meet his thrusts. The pressure in your stomach continued to build as well as the volume of your moans. Your legs tightened around his hips as your climax soon rolled over.

“Oh, Stephen!” You cried out.

He buried his head in your chest, following right behind you with a choked grunt.

“Fuck-.” His hips pounded into you sporadically, fucking you deep with his cum. His cock twitched, emptying inside of you.

Your chest rose and fell deeply as you caught your breath. His thrusts slowed to a stop, and Stephen laid his head on your chest, laying light kisses on your skin. You reached down, running your fingers through his hair.

After a few moments, he moved off of you, pulling you into him, wrapping his arms around your waist, and kissing you deeply.

“Catch your breath, sweetheart.” He spoke against your lips. “We’re going to make up years' worth of sex today.”

#doctor strange smut #doctor strange fanfic #doctor strange fanfiction #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange #doctor strange x you #stephen strange x you #stephen strange fanfiction #stephen strange #stephen strange smut #stephen strange x reader

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themultifandomgal · 1 year

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Will- Wedding

Will and I decided we wanted a small intermit wedding with just our friends since weren't not close to my parents or his dad. So after only a 6 month engagement we decide its time to tie the knot. Ella is super excited to be my maid of honour, I'm sat finishing curling her hair

"You look pretty mom"

"So do you my baby"

"After your married does that mean I'll have a brother or a sister?"

"I hope so Ella. I really hope so. Ok your all done, go and sit with Erin" I look in the mirror at Erin who's sat behind me. Ella runs over to her and sits on Erin's lap

"My goodness your getting big. Have you been eating all of your vegetables?"

"Yup even sprouts" Ella pulls as yuk face making me chuckle. There's a knock at the door making us all turn around

"You guys decent?" I hear a voice I'm familiar with

"You shouldn't be here it's back luck" Erin shouts

"I'll close my eyes"

"It's fine let him in" Ella gets off Erin's lap and pulls Will

"Don't ruin my moms wedding please"

"I won't promise"

"What are you doing?" I ask walking over to him

"I missed you" Will bends down and kisses my forehead "I hate being apart from you and Ella"

"Well the sooner you leave the sooner you and YN can get married and go on your honeymoon. Now go"

"Ok ok" Will puts his hands in the air "I'll see you in a bit" he kisses my head again and then Ella pushes him out of the room. She walks back in shaking her head

"Men" she comments making me burst out laughing.

The time has come for me to walk down the aisle. Since my dad won't be walking me down, Ella is going to hold my hand and walk me down. The music starts playing, Erin walks down the aisle first then Ella and I. We reach Will and I give Ella my flowers

"I love you my sweet girl. I love you so so much"

"I love you too mom" I give Ella a kiss on the cheek and hand her over to Erin. Will holds his hand out and I make my way over to him

"Welcome everyone, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join YN YLN and William Halstead in matrimony. Into this these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together let them speak now or forever hold their peace"

"Don't!" Ella shouts making everyone laugh. I swear she's a teenager in a 8 year olds body

"Ok I have been told the bride and groom have their own vows"

"YN. From the day I met you I know you'd be my wife. I have never and will never love someone the way I love you. You've shown me true happiness and I can never thank you enough for that. I promise I will cherish you and love you for the rest of my life. And I promise that I will always treat Ella as if she were my own"

"I remember the day we met like it was yesterday. You helped me in more way than one that day. You saved me and my daughter. You took us in, showed us your family and now we have the biggest family I could have ever imagined. I know both Ella and I are safe with you. I love you Will and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you"

"Could we have the rings?" the priest says. Jay, Will's best man, comes forward and holds out the rings

"Ok repeat after me" he looks at Will "I William Halstead"

"I William Halstead"

"Take thee YN YLN to be my lawfully wedded wife"

"To have to hold"

"From this day forward until death do us part"

It's then my turn to repeat the priest then finally we are at the end of the wedding

"By the power vested in me by the State of Chicago I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride" Will's lips are instantly on my mine and he dips me deepening the kiss.

#one chicago #one chicago imagine #chicago med #Chicago #chicago med imagine #will halstead #will halstead imagine #will halstead x reader #will halstead x you #will halstead x yn

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moodymisty · 1 year

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May I ask for sugar loaded tooth rotting sweetness overload tech or echo fluff

Author's note: Decided to do Echo, since I had this little snippet floating around already and this gave me the incentive to finish it up. <3 It's not my best work but I hope you enjoy

Warnings: None really, A bunch of fluff, Post Order-66

It was Hunter who’d heard it at first; Your fiddling around in the back of the ship. There’s the uneven thumps of boots hitting the floor, sounding almost like someone stumbling around with no reason thought or action.

He ignores it, figures you're just working away on something or trying to stretch your legs. There’s so many things in this galaxy that Hunter isn’t meant to hear but does, and after awhile he’s learned to tune some of the background noises out.

Until the muffled beat of what is clearly music starts, that is.

It isn’t a recognizable tune, at least to him. Hunter isn’t a fan of most music- especially the loud kind- but this sounds much more soft and peaceful that what he was used to hearing in 79’s and other bars. The sounds of your footsteps now match with the tempo, and it's obvious now that you had been dancing, not stumbling around.

He thinks he’s the only one who can hear it, before his glance left catches Echo looking in the direction of it’s source. His arms are loosely crossed across his chest, but there is a distinct aura around him that feels anything but relaxed. While his brow isn't furrowed something about his face is still strained and tight, his mouth in a firm line.

Echo’s actions confuse Hunter sometimes. He knows the two of you are together, but sometimes one can catch Echo like this; Looking like he’s still just yearning.

Maybe it’s habit. Maybe it’s him still feeling ambivalent over the state of his body. Hunter does the best he thinks he can do and gives Echo a push.

“Gonna go check out what she’s up to?”

Echo's eyes quickly blink as if not realizing he’d been staring off into space, looking down at Hunter and raising up off the wall he’d been previously leaning against.

He knows you'll get into some sort of trouble if you're left to your own devices for too long, and he can't help but be a little curious.

“Yeah, I'll go give it a look. Be right back.” He turns his back on Hunter, rolling his shoulders to adjust the uncomfortable strain of his armor. He doesn't even remember the last time he'd taken it off. At least more than his helmet.

Passing by the refresher It’s only about ten strides through the main hall of the ship before he catches sight of you, but decides not to intrude right away; Resting his hand on his hip as he stands nearby the navcomputer.

“Not half bad, but maybe without the spanner next time?” Omega waves it around as she finishes copying your movements.

“Can’t; Need it to help Tech with something outside.”

There’s still a slight bounce in her step in beat to the music, the same as you. Echo glances to the left and sees your datapad is the clear source of said music; Playing something that’s far from familiar to everything he’s heard.

It's nice, though. It's a soft, peaceful beat that fills the air with a nice background music, not taking your attention with loud thumping beats or obtrusive yelling. It fits the surprisingly comfortable atmosphere that’s been flowing through the Marauder recently.

“Well, then go help him; Before he thinks his work partner ditched him.” Even if she rolls her eyes, Omega eventually turns away from you and heads back outside the ship, braving the morning fog to go assist Tech in whatever he had asked of her.

You watch her leave before turning, lips turned upward in a soft smile. Echo can see the moment your eyes catch sight of him, by the way you visibly light up as you speak his name.

“Echo!”

Your smile widens considerably, enough to smush your cheeks upward.

He loves this smile; Never has he felt someone be so happy just to see him. Sometimes he wonders why.

You take a few steps closer, holding out a hand to him. “Would you like to dance with me? My previous partner just left.”

Echo shakes his head the tiniest of smiles on his face as he crosses his arms. “Can’t dance.”

He doesn't miss the way your face drops slightly when he refuses you, and you tuck your elbows back close to your side and continue swaying. You're offbeat, but it doesn't matter.

“It’s not about being good, it’s about having fun.”

His ARC training taught him otherwise; Not being good wasn’t an option.

But you have this hopeful little expression on your face and he can fee his resistance getting torn away, piece by little piece. You could get him to do a frightening amount of things with those eyes, he thinks. He steps closer and tilts his head to the side just a tad.

“You’ll have to show me how. this wasn’t exactly in the reg manuals.”

The way you suddenly skip forward has him much more ridged, gently taking his hand and putting it against your waist. He follows with his scomp link, while your arms move to wrap around his neck. When you speak up you're looking down at both your feet, tapping his boot gently with a toe.

“Here; Just like this...”

He follows your motions with a surprising amount of ease, though he glances down more than a few times to make sure he avoids stepping on one of your feet. The music’s already looped twice now since you started it, and it’s about to again just as Echo gets the hang of things.

He feels your fingers just barely brush over the collar of his flight suit, close to the small bit of exposed skin at the nape of his neck. He can’t help but pull you a little closer to him, hand so cradled perfectly on the slope of your back.

“And to think you said you couldn’t dance.” Echo smiles, watching the way you seem so happy just to be here with him.

There’s not too many things he likes doing more in the world than making you smile. This special one; The one that’s reserved only for him.

“Us clones are fast learners.”

Even though you don’t respond to his comment, he feels the way your arms tug his face closer, until your forehead touches against his. It feels like an eternity; Where your noses brush against each other and his eyes want to flutter closed. He can feel your breath on his face, lips parted in a constant invitation. But you were the one who closes the distance, pressing your lips to his and tightening your arms to pull him impossibly closer.

The minute you do Echo’s hand tightens almost to the point where it's almost painful; The fabric of your top bunched between his fingers as he grips your waist. It's one of those moments where he feels that you're really here, and he hadn't just dreamed this whole thing up.

You aren’t going to just vanish on him.

Your lips pull away from his with a soft 'pop' and you sneak another quick peck, while Echo stares at the little imperfections on your skin. He looks almost nervous, watching the way you kiss his cheekbone and sigh, holding him tight. The song had already started again, halfway through the first chorus.

Your simple dance had become almost mindless between the two of you, having gotten into a consistent rhythm. It's nice; A little port in the storm. He doesn't even have to think about it anymore.

"I didn't think it would be this easy," Echo glances down at his own boots for a moment, watching the way his follow yours as you lead. You feel his hand brush up and down the small of your back as you move with him. His touch is always so soft.

"Well, now aren’t you all suave." Echo’s smile favors one side.

“Just needed a second to get the rhythm, gorgeous.”

Now there’s Echo; Seeing the way eyes look over you with far less hesitation than they had been before. You love when he gets his confidence back, and his thoughts aren't getting the better of him. You love all of him, but his smirk is one of your favorites. He leans down to steal another kiss from you, his hand moving from your back to cup your jaw.

This feels, euphoric. He’s surprised nothings come to break it up yet.

“So does that mean in a few minutes you’ll be able to sweep me off my feet?” The fabric of his glove is rough against your cheek, but his touch is still so gentle as he tilts your head up just a bit more. Your lips are still slightly parted as you smile at him.

Maybe Fives had rubbed off on him even more than he thought. He always admired his confidence.

“Won’t even need a few.” He doesn’t see your smile for long, as he kisses you right after the words leave his lips.

#the bad batch echo x reader #Echo/Reader #tbb x reader #the bad batch x reader #mywriting

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futzingbarton · 8 months

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Even as the Hour Grows Bleaker

“Well, I just…” she stops, sighs, starts again. “Thank you,” she says instead. She is so free and constant with her gratitude, Halsin notes, like someone who once used to fill those spaces with something else—apologies, perhaps, or self-doubt.

She clears her throat. “Now then. I came out here to play some music.” She speaks quickly, hastening her retreat from the topic. “Might I tempt you with a song?”

Halsin cannot keep himself from smiling broadly. “You can tempt me however you like,” he says, and delights in the particular shade of purple that spreads from her cheeks to the tips of her ears.

During a restless night at the Lost Light Inn, Halsin finds himself drawn to an unexpected siren song.

Me? Writing BG3 fanfic? It's more likely than you think.

Exhaustion hangs heavy in Halsin’s bones. He is tired down to his marrow, tired in a way that makes him miss the comforts of a ray of sunlight upon his skin, a warm breeze through his hair. There is none of that here, in this wretched land of darkness and shadow and loss. Nothing else has room to dwell here—not even hope.

Rest eludes him tonight. It evades him like a particularly stubborn mouse hidden beneath a field of grass: visible enough to feel as though it is within reach, just to dart out of his grasp again and again. Were he a hawk, he would be frustrated with such a quarry. As it stands, as an elf, while he may not require a night’s sleep, any opportunity to clear his thoughts and find some peace would be better than this—an endless state of guilt and worry and frustration.

He sighs and sits up from his bedroll, tying his hair up with a piece of cordage. He is grateful he had the forethought to gather a decent supply of bark and fiber from the Grove. Most of the plants here are too decayed and dried to be helpful for anything besides kindling. He emerges from his tent quietly, careful not to disturb the rest of his companions, who are all lost to their respective meditations and slumbers. Perhaps he might find reprieve in wild shape, he thinks, and shifts into a panther. The shadowed lands around him call for an equally shadowed coat.

Satisfied, he stalks silently through the camp. Even so, the tomb guardian meets his eye and nods, though no one else rouses enough to notice him. Despite his preference to be as a bear, he does enjoy his time as a panther. The shadows welcome him, and silence guides him forward.

They are set up around the Last Light Inn, right at the edge of the lake. Neth had insisted on being close enough to be within the light of Selune’s blessing, but didn’t want to take away any beds from those at the inn who might require them. She didn’t expressly forbid any of her companions from resting at the inn instead of in camp, though to some surprise, no one took her up on her offer of hospitality. All were content to stay around their warm central fire, even Astarion; he complained, of course, and bemoaned the lack of a proper bed, but when the time came, he took to his bedroll happily, mumbling something about safety in numbers and the devils you know.

After the attack on the inn, Halsin supposes he cannot blame the group for wanting to stay among themselves. Jaheira is competent and formidable in her own right, as are her Harpers and the attending Flaming Fists, but no soldier can predict the cave-in of a roof, and solutions to sudden death are hard to come by. Better to sleep under the open sky, and perhaps see any sign of an enemy.

He shakes his head to clear his thoughts. In this form, he can hear the guards on patrol around the inn, whispering worries between themselves as they clank around in their chain armor. The lake laps at its shores, the wind whistles forlornly through the lifeless reeds, and the few leaves remaining upon the trees clatter against each other like dried bones. It all serves as a reminder of his failure for the past century…and as a catalyst to drive him forward in helping Neth. They will remove Ketheric Thorm from this land, the last thorn in Thaniel’s side. They must .

He spots a cozy looking spot upon some boxes near the docks. That will do nicely, he thinks, and curls up to watch the rippling water. Surely that would be enough to lull him into a trance.

A miserable half-hour later, it becomes quite clear that there will be no quieting his mind. He lets out a low growl, frustrated with the disquiet of his thoughts, of his heart. It seems the stresses of the day—or rather, the past few weeks—refuse to leave him be. Though he has never balked at action before, it could be that the battle looming before them is simply too large, with too much at stake. Or maybe his heart just needs time to recover from the centuries of guilt and worry he had held for Thaniel.

He jumps down from his perch upon the crates, stretching his paws far out in front of him, then arching his back. If rest will not find him now, then he will join the guards in their rota until there is no choice but to succumb to his fatigue. He takes a step towards the inn, and in that moment, his ears flick back at the sound of something foreign. Something…musical?

He sits, and swivels his ears to listen. There is only mumbling coming from the inn, and the sounds of the lake, but then—there it is again. A soft twang, then another. The tuning of a lute.

Curious, he turns to go investigate the sound. The lute-player is making an effort to be quiet, but the stillness of the lake and the surrounding forest amplify the lonely echoes, and his panther ears have no difficulty in locating the origin of the sound. The rocky outcropping where Neth had defended him while he went into the Shadowfell to retrieve Thaniel serves as a stage, and there, her legs hanging off the side of the rock, her hair cascading around her shoulders, sits Neth herself.

Halsin takes a moment to regard her, veiled in the dim moonlight and the rising fog of the lake. She looks beautiful always, but she shines resplendent in her element: surrounded by clouds and storms and the breath of the wilds. Here, the fog envelops her like a blanket, and he envies it for being close enough to caress her gentle, cornflower-blue skin, to draw forth goosebumps along her arms, to curl around her horns, to bring a flush to her cheeks. He cannot help but to watch, enraptured, as she brushes her hair to one side, exposing a shoulder that has escaped the confines of her flowing linen shirt.

He intends to exhale, to compose himself, to draw his mind back to the matter at hand and remind himself that, in due time, with the death of Ketheric Thorm and the healing of the land, he might allow himself to focus on matters outside of the Shadow Curse. On matters of the heart.

But he is as a panther, and his harmless exhale instead emerges as a long, low growl.

Nethralia stiffens, hands frozen on the knobs and strings of her lute. Slowly, she turns to peer over her shoulder. Her fiery eyes meet his golden ones, and in them, he can see her fear. She is unarmed, alone, vulnerable . In this moment, she believes she is his prey.

The very thought makes him sick. Panicked, he shakes his head, surely looking comical in his current shape.

Neth doesn’t move, just watches him with wide, scared eyes, so he considers how else he might convince her. It would almost be worse to just change back in this moment, lest she think he was stalking her on purpose , so he does the one thing he can think of as a sure communication that he is not a threat.

He drops to the ground and rolls over, brandishing his belly to the sky. He rolls side to side, his tail swishing in the dirt of the road as he waits for her reaction.

He watches her, upside down, as her brow creases in thought, until, finally—

“...Halsin?”

He springs back up, shakes the dust off of his coat, and pads over to her. When he is close enough that, should she wish it, she might reach out and touch him, he stops. He tilts his head to gesture at the lute in her hands, then looks back up at her.

She holds his gaze, and in her fiery eyes there is a rueful intensity. Pale gray and blue flames flicker in her irises as she takes him in fully, and he wants to think she is as appreciative of a panther’s lithe and powerful form as he is. She takes her time, as though she is counting every whisker to be able to distinguish him in the future.

Then, she lets out a deep breath and smiles , and his heart soars. Acceptance. Such a simple thing, truly, to see someone for who they are and take them in stride without any added judgment—yet he has seen it given out so rarely that he had almost forgotten the thrill of it. Unlike others he has met in his travels, Nethralia has no trouble with accepting people as they are. In fact, she rises above mere acceptance and stands wholly in the realm of embracing all of those she comes across.

Neth shifts over on the rock and pats the space next to her, inviting him to sit. There is not much he would change about his panther form, though in this moment, he wishes he could purr rather than growl. He steps in a circle and curls up beside her, joining her in looking out over the lake.

“I am sorry if I disturbed you,” she says softly, returning to her lute. She has finished her tuning and is idly strumming chords, practicing switching from one to another.

He snorts. As if she could disturb him.

She glances down at his reaction. “Hush,” she chides. “You know what I meant. I would feel terrible if my sleeplessness was the cause of someone else’s.”

Another sniff, and then he shifts so as to lay his head upon his paws. He closes his eyes, happy to share the moment with her and her lute.

He hears her laugh quietly. “Alright, then. Just…let me know if you would prefer I not play, I suppose.”

Why she would expect anyone not to hear her play is beyond reckoning; her mastery over her lute makes a mockery of Volo, and leaves other bards with much to be desired…though he knows some part of his opinion is bias rooted in his adoration of her deft, skilled hands.

She begins to pluck a melody , something slow and sad and sweet. The notes echo over the lake, accompanied by the lapping of waves and the occasional gust of wind rustling through nearby reeds. Two patrolling Harpers pass by as she starts to play, the clanking of their armor stilling as they stop to listen. The tune is almost mournful, nostalgic , a memory woven in a melody, a prayer longing for simpler times. To his surprise, Halsin begins to feel stifled in his wild shape, and longs to show his appreciation for Neth’s art in a way besides being a captive listener.

The song is woefully short. With the last notes resounding across the water, their echoes fading away in the fog, the Harpers resume their patrol—and Halsin takes his cue to stand. Neth glances over at him, brow raised.

She smirks. “Had enough already? And here I thought I’d tuned well.”

He shakes himself and stretches. Stepping back from the edge of the rock, he wills himself to shift back, the golden threads of his magic guiding him back into his elven form. He rolls his shoulders to reacquaint himself before sitting back down beside Neth, who has been watching him attentively throughout his change.

“You misunderstand,” he says. “I wanted to be in a shape capable of expressing that I thought your playing was beautiful.”

“Oh.” She says, a hint of surprise in her voice. “Well, then. Thank you. I appreciate you listening.”

“Of course. It is an honor to be your audience.”

Neth tries to suppress a bashful giggle behind a purposeful clearing of her throat. “Well…thank you,” she says again, resuming her idle strumming.

Halsin hums but says no more, granting her the opportunity with which to compose herself, and, perhaps, her next melody. He is more than happy to enjoy the moment without any conversation, even though he longs to learn more about her. Patience is necessary in nature, when waiting for flowers to bloom or eggs to hatch; so, too, must he be, when pursuing this delicate thread of something that tugs at his heart.

It is Neth who speaks up first, after a short while. “I haven’t had the easiest time sleeping recently. Playing helps to calm me down, even if just for a few short hours. I was delighted to find the Inn had an extra lute lying around.”

Halsin nods, still looking out at the water. “You play well. When did you start?”

“As a child. My mother was a bard, and before we moved to Baldur’s Gate, music was my main source of entertainment. I just watched and listened to her play, at first, and then one day my father came home with an assortment of instruments for me to try my hand at, and the rest is history.” She plucks another song as she speaks, only occasionally glancing down at her hands to see them placed correctly.

“Was?” asks Halsin, noting the past tense.

She hesitates, leaving a chord hanging unfinished in the space between them. She takes a deep breath as though steeling herself, then carries on playing.

“Yes,” she says, sounding small. “She died when I was still young.”

“You have my sympathies,” Halsin says. He sees her face fall, that fire in her eyes dim just a little, and he wishes he could hold her. He settles for placing a hand on her shoulder, pleased to find her leaning into his touch.

“Thank you. It was a long time ago, but I still miss her. I miss…home.”

This close to her, he finds he is insatiable; not just for her touch or affection, but to know her, to know of her, to be as welcomed into her past as he is in her present. He decides to take a chance.

“And where, or perhaps, what , is home, for you?”

Neth hums, a small smile lifting the corner of her lips. “Here.” She answers far quicker than he had expected, and his heart stutters. “I mean, obviously not here ,” she corrects, stumbling to clarify herself, “among all this death and shadow. Just…on the road, with people I care about. I haven’t been settled in a long while, though I do miss some aspects of Baldur’s Gate. Before that, as a child…”

She sighs and sets the lute aside, turning so that she can sit to face him. Crossing her legs, she leans onto her elbows and begins to draw nonsense patterns with her finger on the sand and dirt that lays upon the stone.

“My father was—well, is, I suppose—a ranger. He was your standard lone wolf adventurer without a care in the world until he met my mum. Caught her eye when she was performing in a tavern one day and said he knew, right then, that he’d want to be with her forever. Classic fairytale romance. He didn’t want to live in the city, though, especially not after he stuck around there for a long while when he was courting her. So he built a little cabin out in the woods, maybe three or four days' travel from any city, and that’s where I was born.

“Life was sweet. Simple. Mum played music, dad taught me about nature, I adventured and explored from sunrise to sunset. Sometimes dad would go off on long adventures and come back with books and music and stories that would tide me over during the next spate of time he was gone. Really, the halcyon stuff out of storybooks.”

Halsin can’t look away from her as she tells her tale. Neth is not what he would necessarily call secretive , but she hides her sorrows well, under layers of gratitude and genuine joy. Were one not looking for it, they would not find it, like a tree whose bark and leaves do not betray a trunk hollowed out by insects and rot, leaving it barely standing.

Neth sighs and looks out at the water. “Well. Neither mum nor dad really knew about any latent magical stuff in their bloodline. When I started playing around with magic out of nowhere, they did what research they could and tried to teach me the best they knew. But I was a young sorcerer, and I knew little of caution.”

She stops to rub at her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Nethralia, if—” he starts, to let her know she has nothing to prove to him. He has had the luxury of centuries with which to accept his mistakes and regrets. She has had nothing of the sort.

“It’s okay, Halsin,” she interrupts. “It’s…I would like you to know. If you would still like to hear.”

He shifts to sit cross legged as well, and reaches out to take one of her small hands in his. “Of course I would.”

She gives his hand a squeeze. “Thank you.” She cranes her neck to look up at the moon, the pale blue streaks among her mouse-brown hair shining almost white in its light.

“No one got hurt. Well, no one besides me.” She gestures to the scar across her left cheek. “Mum was playing music outside in the sunlight. Dad was out hunting. I tripped over a stack of books trying to get help, and knocked myself on the head before I reached the door. The cabin went up in flames quickly, what with all the books and herbs and sheet music. Mum got me out of there just in time, and dad rushed back when he saw the smoke. All we had left after that were the clothes on our backs, mum’s lute, and dad’s bow. I was ten.

“I remember the walk to Baldur’s Gate being long and quiet. After lots of saving, mum got me my own lute so I could earn myself some coins by playing on the streets. Dad was out hunting and taking what work he could, so I never saw him much. Mum played what taverns and shows she could, too. I had a few magic tutors here and there to make sure we could avoid a repeat, and I practiced magic whenever I wasn’t practicing music.

“That worked out for a while. Eventually we got a small place in the Lower City. Things seemed to be turning around. But then mum died—got caught in a mugging or a fight on her way home late from the tavern. Dad found her the next day. He lasted a few weeks, but one day I got home and he just was…gone. So were his things. Just a note saying he was sorry and enough gold for one more month of rent. I was fifteen.”

She rubs at her eyes with her free hand and sniffs. “Last I heard, he was back in the city. Remarried .” She all but spits out the word. “Haven’t spoken to him since then, though, so I can’t know for sure.” She looks back down at the water, looks everywhere but at him.

Halsin frowns. Surely she cannot think he will judge her poorly for actions in her past, actions that she could not control. Sorrow has made a home with her, hanging heavy on her shoulders like a wet cloak, dousing that fire in her eyes and spirit. It pains him to see her saddened at her memories; it hurts even more to think she may see herself still culpable. For all this, he knows there is little he can do or say to ease her pain. This is her burden to carry, and it is her choice to decide if someone might help lighten her load.

He reaches up to wipe a stray tear from her cheek, and uses the moment to turn her to face him again.

“I am sorry,” he says, for that is sometimes all one can say. “Thank you for speaking to me of it. Perhaps if there are any places that hold fond memories for you within the city, you might show me them?”

Neth smiles sadly. “I certainly do know of a few places, though I can only hope they are still as I left them.” She chuckles under her breath, adding, “Truthfully, I do not think you will enjoy Baldur’s Gate all that much. It’s rather antithesis to your whole…everything. A city exemplifying the ambivalent and uncaring nature of our supposedly civilized world.”

He shrugs. “This may be true. Regardless, I am eager to see the city for what it is, and come to my own conclusions.”

Neth claps her hands over her mouth and swears. “Oh, no, I didn’t mean—I’m sorry, I didn’t want to suggest that you should just take my word for it!” She reaches out and takes both his hands in hers. “Of course I will show you around. I simply don’t want you to think I expect you to care for it in the same way I do.”

Her hands feel so small in his own, so cold. It is a wonder she can play the lute as well as she can in this state. Thankfully, Neth has always been rather open and accepting of physical touch, so he starts to rub slow circles along her palms and fingers in an effort to warm her up. He smiles, his heart feeling full and purposeful, even with this simple action. “I have learned by now that you are very good in not holding those in your company up to unrealistic expectations, Nethralia. You often remind me of the patient warmth of spring, content to let winter run its course. Even with those whose icy demeanors may take more time to melt.”

Neth raises an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Halsin clears his throat, considering how best to broach the topic. It is something he has been curious about, as a newer addition to her entourage, and observation from the side can only provide so much insight regarding her relationships with others. “At least from where I stand, you seem more than willing to allow those around you to take the time they need to realize themselves. I sometimes find myself envious of your propensity for accepting people as they are.” He leans over slightly, so as to better meet her eye. “The gentle sunlight of your company makes it easy to follow wherever you lead, and easier still to address those parts of us that endeavor to be worthy of you. Take Astarion, for example.”

She chews on her lower lip. “I don’t…what about Astarion?” She glances away, cheeks darkening.

“Even a blind mole could see the impact you have had upon him, Nethralia,” he says with a chuckle. “Could see the way he follows you with his gaze, stands taller when you are near. You say that Baldur’s Gate is full of uncaring people, part of an uncaring society. Are you not part of that society? Are you not Baldurian? Then you are yourself the very instrument by which things care, and you inspire others to follow in your stead.” He gives her hands one last squeeze before he lets go. “Baldur’s Gate must have its silver linings, if it gave us all you .”

He draws his hands back, giving her some space. A distinct blush has settled comfortably among the freckles on her cheeks, but to her credit, she has not looked away. Her gray-fire eyes meet his with conviction, and the smallest hint of a smile dances upon her lips. She works her mouth for a moment, searching for her reply.

She clears her throat. “Now then. I came out here to play some music.” She speaks quickly, hastening her retreat from the topic. “Might I tempt you with a song?”

Halsin cannot keep himself from smiling broadly. “You can tempt me however you like,” he says, and delights in the particular shade of purple that spreads from her cheeks to the tips of her ears.

“Alright,” she squeaks. “Most of the ones I know are rather upbeat and boisterous, but I have one particular one for a night such as this.” She retrieves her lute from her side and repositions herself, one leg crossed over her thigh, the other hanging off the edge of the rock again. She plucks a few strings to find her range, and hums a few lines.

Already, Halsin is transfixed; he slides forward, nearer to her, to sit shoulder-to-shoulder. She is the picture of calm focus, and an easy comfort settles around her, commingling with the swirling fog. She keeps her eyes closed, takes a deep breath, and begins to sing .

“Enter the wild with care, my love,

And speak the things you see.

Let new names take and root and thrive and grow.

And even as you travel far from heather, crag and river…

May you like the little fisher, set the stream alight with glitter,

May you enter now as otter, without falter into water.”

Halsin’s breath catches in his throat. Her voice is a velveteen balm, hushed and warm and soothing. She plucks at the doubled strings of her lute with delicate precision, the notes lingering in the air like they are loath to part from her. And those words, those reverent words—they capture the spirit of nature as though they were spoken by Silvanus himself. Nethralia takes a deep breath and looks up, eyes shining as she is haloed in the silvered moonlight, and continues singing. Halsin would sooner be cast into the Shadowfell again than look away.

“ Look to the sky with care, my love,

And speak the things you see.

Let new names take and root and thrive and grow.

And even as you journey on, past dying stars exploding,

Like the gilded one in flight, leave your little gifts of light.

And in the dead of night my darling…”

She trails off and glances over at Halsin, lips turned up in a tender smile, and he can only respond in kind before she looks back over the lake.

“...find the gleaming eye of starling.

Like the little aviator, sing your heart to all dark matter.”

The lull between verses is filled by the tapping of her heel against the rock, keeping time with her strumming. A breeze stirs the surface of the water, emboldening the lapping waves below, as if she is singing magic into the very lake itself, encouraging it to sing with her. The lute sound is mellow and warm, but he realizes just how much he misses her voice, light and lilting. He is here, and he is seeing her in this moment, rooted in the reality of the moonlight and the waves and the fog, but his heart is alight with the sparks of daydreams: walking hand in hand with her through vale and forest, her voice joining with the dawn choir of birdsong, the hem of her robe catching dewdrops and spiderwebs. He is powerless to stop himself, and knows the moment will pass too soon, so why shouldn’t his heart soar with wild abandon, here in this sacred sliver of time? There is no looming threat of Moonrise, no beckoning mausoleum, no Absolute. Just Halsin, awed and dumbstruck, and Nethralia, serenity incarnate.

“Walk through the world with care, my love,

And sing the things you see.

Let new names take and root and thrive and grow.

And even as you stumble through machair sands eroding,

Let the fern unfurl your grieving, let the heron still your breathing,

Let the selkie swim you deeper, oh my little silver-seeker,

Even as the hour grows bleaker, be the singer and the speaker.”

The tune slows. The tapping of her foot ceases, the water calms. Neth meets his eye again, her own blazing moon-bright and ethereal.

“And in city and in forest, let the larks become your chorus,” she sings. “ And when every hope is gone, let the raven call you home.”

Like a curtain closing over a stage, a new wave of fog rolls in and over them both, diffusing the moonlight and draping them in shadow. It swallows up the last of the echoes from her song, and only when she lets out a deep sigh and puts her lute to the side does he dare speak and break the moment.

“That was magical,” he says, for he has no other words. Well, he does, but they are lost among the rise of feelings in his heart, and he is desperate to practice restraint. If they could go back to that moment, the one that held no promise of war, perhaps he could speak everything he wishes to say, and act in all the ways he wishes he could act. Perhaps he could show her all she does to him, and perhaps she might admit she feels the same.

But this is not that moment, and he breathes his attachment to it out slowly, along with all of his idle dreams and hopes for her. Here, now , is something different, and he doesn’t want to miss a second.

“Thank you,” Neth replies shyly, picking at a loose thread on her sleeve. She shifts side to side, and Halsin wonders if she is going to stand up and take her leave, but then—she leans into him, and lays her head against his arm.

“My mother taught it to me,” she elaborates. “It was one of a few lullabies she sang to me every night when I was growing up. It isn’t something I can perform often, so I…I appreciate you listening.”

“Of course,” he responds instantly. “I was—am—honored that you shared such an important piece of your history with me. I will treasure it always.”

He feels her shake with silent laughter against his arm. “You’re very…uninhibited, you know?” she says. Her tone is light, almost humorous, but he senses a hesitation in her words.

He lets out a low chuckle. “I am. I have not found much point in being anything but honest and open. …Why? Would you prefer I not be?”

The space before she replies seems to stretch for hours, and he hopes his heart isn’t pounding loudly enough for her to hear while she considers. Of course he would be happy to occupy whatever space she can offer in her heart, and certainly this isn’t something they can even move further in discussing, or acting upon, with the state of things as they are, but maybe, maybe …after Ketheric is vanquished, and the shadow-curse continues to recede, there may be a moment where this silver seed of hope that has found root within his heart might bloom into something bigger, something promised, something free and wild and shared.

“No,” she decides, and he lets out a breath in relief. In joy . She leans in closer, allowing him to wrap an arm over her shoulders. She fits perfectly against him, even with her horns. “I prefer you just as you are.”

He laughs. How could he have ever considered otherwise? Whatever weight had held him down before, had run through his mind and kept him from rest—it feels lifted, carried away on wings of song. He is lighter, at peace, and as he feels Neth drift away to sleep, her breathing growing slow and steady, he knows that after he carries her back to camp and sets her down upon her bedroll, he, too, will find solace and rest tonight.

#halsin #halsin/tav #astarion/tav #if you squint. it'll be there More since the actual ship is astarion/tav/halsin but yknow. one fic at a time #tav in this case is my tiefling named nethralia whom i love and adore #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fic #nika writes things

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