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thechaoticdruid · 3 months

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[The Spawn Vs The Ascendant] (4)

Astarion(s) x Tav

Plot: The conclusion of the sad tale of the Vampire Ascendant and his Fair Consort and the beginning of the showdown between the Spawn and the Ascendant.

Content/Warnings: No F!Tav this chapter, Major Angst, gore, blood, slight suggestive themes, toxic master and slave relationship, depressed M!Tav, Ascended Astarion should be his own warning, death, like a lot of people die...

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[Save Game 2:Crimson Palace, 5 years post game.]

Tav sat upon his master's lap, trying to remain as still as possible as the artist captured their likenesses with a skilled, but clearly nervous hand. The human man held his paintbrush shaking as he glanced back to see the vampire lord staring right at him. His eyes were practically glowing red as he smiled at him maliciously, almost daring him to make a mistake. The lord’s consort glanced over at the mortal man with pity in his red orbs. He knew his master was completely reveling in the artist’s fear. Astarion kept an arm wrapped possessively around Tav, his hand slipping under the back of his waist coat and gently caressing the cool skin of his back.

Tav huffed a bit, trying to keep his gaze focused on the poor artist and ignore the hand that was oh so close to sliding down the back of his pants. His master's hedonistic ways were honestly getting tiresome for Tav to indulge. Using sex as a way to make peace with his master was getting more and more tedious. Pleasurable as it was, it just made Tav feel empty afterwards. Unloved.

Tav grit his teeth as he suddenly felt a hand slide down the back of his pants to grope him. A hand he immediately yanked away.

“Stop it, please.” Tav said, pulling his master's hand away from his ass. “I really don't want you doing this when Abby could walk in at any moment.” He huffed.

“She’s studying right now, darling. No one will notice anything as long as you stay quiet about it, pet.” Astarion gripped Tav's chin and made him meet his eyes. The poor artist was struggling to keep up with the two lords moving while he was trying to capture their likenesses. Thankfully he was close enough to finishing.

“My lords, it is finished.” He said before stepping to the side of his canvas. Astarion looked over to the artist’s work before guesting for Tav to get off his lap. Tav did so almost immediately before looking over at the portrait with interest. It was memorizing, very life-like and so utterly exquisite!

“It's beautiful, Oskar.” Tav complimented as he looked over at the mortal man with a kind smile, “truly, no one could have done it better.” The spawn praised.

“T-Thank you my lord!” The artist replied, his nervous gaze was kept on Astarion who looked the painting up and down with an unimpressed grimace.

“I will admit, you are far better than the last pathetic whelp I hired to paint us, but the piece is missing something…” Astarion grinned before taking a few steps towards his canvas.

“Is it!? I was sure I captured an exact recreation of your likenesses. What's missing?” Oskar looked over the canvas in worry, eyes scanning the painting frantically. Astarion tapped a claw-like nail against the center of the painting.

“Just a bit of red…..Right here!” The vampire lord suddenly smashed Oskar’s head right through the painting and onto the ground, splattering blood everywhere.

“Astarion! What the hells!?” Tav screamed, shaking in shock and anger, “he was just a scared innocent man!”

“He got on my nerves. And he kept painting my face incorrectly,” Astarion said, gesturing to the area around his cheek and mouth.

“You killed him because he painted your laugh lines!? I cannot fucking believe you! You’re a godsdamned psychopath!” Tav gritted his teeth with snarl, fist clenched as he prepared to strike at his master but then he stopped and stormed off.

Tav ran to their shared bedroom and sobbed into his pillow. He was doing this just to get rise out of Tav now. Ever since Tav stopped being his sweet obedient little love Astarion seemed almost spiteful at times. Killing for no other reason than the fact he could and always wanting Tav to watch. Sometimes Astarion had a reason and sometimes he did it just for sick pleasure. Albeit his reasons weren't exactly justified by any means.

Tav remembered a kind adventurer he met at The Blushing Mermaid one night, not too long after the Elder Brain had been defeated. He was a half-elf cleric, handsome and chivalrous. Tav and the half-elf man drank and had a long talk about all the ways Baldur's Gate could be made better for everyone. He wanted to open his own hospital and heal those in need, those who could barely afford to care for themselves.The cleric made Tav laugh and blush, and even offered to meet him again for a drink sometime. Tav was tempted, but he turned him down saying he wasn't sure how his fiancé would feel about it and told him he probably wouldn't be happy. And he was right…

Tav awoke later that night to screams in the palace and quickly ran to the source. Astarion was bending the poor half-elf cleric’s arm backwards, dislocating it from his socket with a sickening sounding crunch.

“Astarion!? What are you doing!?” Tav cried out, red eyes full of horror.

“I was just entertaining your lovely little friend here. I must say he is rather handsome, quite the fine specimen you found. You will come and join us, won't you, my treasure?” Astarion purred, acting completely indifferent to what he had just done to the poor helpless man. Tav frowned and stepped forward shakily. “Good boy~. Now stand perfectly still and do not move from that spot, no matter what.” Astarion said with a glow of red eyes.

“My love please!” Tav begged as a red aura surrounded his body, forbidding from moving from where he stood.

“Ah, ah, ah, no means no, my darling.” Astarion shook a finger at him before turning his attention to the terrified cleric.

“Tav! What's going on!? Why can't you move!?” He asked in a pleading voice, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

“I'm sorry….” Was all Tav could say before Astarion sank his fangs into the poor man's neck.

The vampire spawn grit his teeth, watching as his master drained the sweet fool dry. The vampire lord held the mortal’s head tightly, gorging himself on the young man's precious ichor as all he could do was shake and twitch in pain as his heart slowed to a stop.

Within minutes the half elf’s body fell to the ground with a thud. Eyes wide and mouth agape as he laid there lifelessly. Astarion wiped the blood from his lips and licked it off his fingers.

“You didn't tell me you were going out tonight.” Astarion said coldly.

“I didn't think I had to!” Tav snapped.

“You are mine. You will not go anywhere without me knowing and you will certainly not bed anyone without my say so!” He snarled, jealous venom dripping from every word.

“Bed him!? Is that what this is about!? I never even touched him! I told him I was going back to you for fucks sake!” Tav shouted, tears beginning to fall. Astarion's gaze softened, and he dropped his compulsion over Tav before watching as the spawn fell to his knees sobbing.

Tav sniffled into his pillow, the whites of his eyes beginning to turn pink as his eyes got puffy. Suddenly the door creaked open.

“Daddy?” Abigail’s small voice called out as the little half-elf girl peeked her head in. “Daddy!” She smiled before scampering over towards Tav as he rubbed his eyes and sat up.

“I made this for you!” The seven-year-old took out a piece of paper from her pocket and unfolded it, revealing a picture of a red dragon. Tav rubbed his eyes and smiled softly at the little girl.

“Thank you, sweetie.” He said taking the drawing from her as she sat on the side of the bed with him.

“I'm glad you like it!” She smiled and leaned in to hug him, he returned the hug and ruffled her blonde curls. “I finished my studies, teacher said I'm getting really good at magic! Do you think Papa will be proud of me?” Abby asked, tilting her small head as her elven ears twitched. Tav hesitated. He still wasn't fully comfortable with the young girl calling him and Astarion Daddy and Papa, considering he never wanted to bring her into their home in the first place. But Astarion's word was law and somehow the vampire Ascendant had convinced himself that this would somehow salvage their relationship.

“I'm sure he will, darling.” Tav patted her head, wanting to kick himself for the sweet lie he just told her. Astarion, despite thinking this was the solution to his and Tav’s problems, wasn't a very attentive parent. He tended to ignore the poor girl most of the time, unless she actually showed an impressive display of power with her magical talents she'd slowly began to develop after being brought to live with them. He often joked about training her to be an adorable little weapon before turning her when she became of age. Two ideas that Tav utterly despised and frequently voiced his disapproval of only to be brushed off by the Vampire Ascendant.

But other than an occasional praise or pat on the head for whenever she did something that impressed him, Astarion didn't pay much attention to Abby. Tav was thankful that he also didn't ever harm her and kept his sadistic and murderous tendencies to a minimum in her presence, but it was also sad that she lacked the connection that she craves from him.

“The servants won't let me in the ballroom to show him what I learned today though. They're mean.” Abigail huffed. Tav chuckled nervously, internally grimacing at the memory of the poor painter’s head splattered all over the floor.

“They probably are just cleaning it up, my dear. The floors were beginning to get messy.” Tav said, feeling a nervous lump in his throat.

“Daddy, you look scared…Are you okay? Should we go find Papa?” Abigail asked.

“No! I-I…..” Tav began before suddenly being interrupted.

“I'm here, my darlings.” Astarion suddenly opened the door and stepped inside.

“Papa!” Abby jumped up from where she sat, running over to the vampire lord like an excited little pup. “I learned something new today! Watch! Watch!” She cheered. Astarion stared down at her with an unamused expression but allowed the girl to continue. Abby waved her arms, concentrating before suddenly pushing a chair slightly across the room with her magic.

“Hmm…Perhaps there's hope for you yet.” Astarion gave the girl a slight rub on the head, causing her eyes to light up before he turned his attention to Tav. “Did I hear that my precious treasure was frightened?”

“Daddy was scared, Papa! I think he needs a hug!” Abigail chimed in.

“Indeed, I think you're right, darling.” Astarion said before approaching Tav. Tav bit his lip, a sickening feeling bubbling within his belly, the urge to move away from Astarion’s touch was increasing by the moment.

Astarion sat beside him, allowing Abby to climb in his lap. “Is something the matter, my sweet little husband?” Astarion asked. His voice sounded sickeningly sweet and so fake, but Tav needed to keep his calm, especially since Abby was right here.

“I…um…. No, my love…I just…. I was napping and had a bad dream…” Tav said before feeling Astarion slink an arm around him and pull him close. Abby leaned over and hugged Tav once more. The male spawn but his lip as he glared slightly at Astarion. What was his game today? He acts like a complete monster and then pretends nothing happened, like he didn't just slaughter an innocent man in their own home! He literally murders someone right in front of him and then wants to play house like they're one big happy family! It was utterly infuriating!

“Abby, my love. I need to speak with Daddy alone.” Astarion said as he moved one of Abby's stray curls over.

“Okay Papa…” Abby said sadly before getting up and scampering out of the bedroom.

“Perhaps my little outburst earlier was a bit unnecessary…” Astarion said with a sigh, though his tone didn't sound sorry in the slightest. Tav remained silent, refusing to speak because he knew if he did, nothing would stop him from screaming his head off at the man next to him.

“I…I didn't like how you were praising him. How you smiled so warmly at him. You never do the same for me. Not anymore.”

“And why in the nine hells do you think that is, hm?” Tav finally spoke, trying his damndest to suppress a growl. “I gave you everything, Astarion. I fought for you, I killed for you, I even fucking died for you, but nothing is ever enough, is it? You just take and take and expect me to believe that you still fucking love me! That you actually give a damn about me after everything you've done!”

“I do love you!” Astarion suddenly grabbed Tav's wrists. “Can't you understand everything I've done is for us!?” Astarion hissed out.

“And murdering innocent people in front of me is for my own good is that what you're saying?” Tav almost laughed at the absurdity.

“You knew exactly what I was the moment we met! Don't act like this is a shock! This is what I am! This is what we are….”

“I would never harm an innocent…” Tav spat.

“What about all the souls we sacrificed in the ritual? They weren't all corrupt villains you know…Your hands are just as bloody as mine, my dear…” Astarion growled through gritted teeth.

Tav bit his lip, tears welling up in his eyes once again. “I didn't want to do it…. I just…. I thought you'd leave me….” Astarion frowned, gaze softening as he watched Tav break down and sob into his hands. Astarion let out a sigh before he scooted closer to Tav and pulled the smaller male against his body.

“You have me forever now, is this not what you wanted?” Astarion asked, holding Tav against his chest in a gentle, but possessive grip.

“I-I…. I don't know…. I just want things to be like they were between us…Before everything…” Tav stuttered.

“They can, my love. They can.” Astarion whispered before kissing Tav’s tears away, “I will give you whatever you want, all you need to do is stay by my side….” He pressed his forehead against Tav's, crimson eyes both locked together.

Tav buried his face into Astarion's chest and the two of them stayed like that for a while, until Astarion noticed his lover’s hands shaking a little.

“You haven't fed for days, have you?” He hummed.

“I don't like it.” Tav muttered.

“My stubborn little love, you're going to end up driving yourself mad with hunger.” Astarion huffed.

“I don't care.” Tav grumbled, face pressed into his master's chest.

“You will if Abigail is harmed because of it.” That statement alone caused Tav to go quiet. Astarion simply proceeds to undo the strings of his shirt, pulling it down and exposing his neck and shoulder to the spawn. “Feed, my pet.”

Tav doesn't even hesitate, the insatiable hunger roaring within forces him to bite down onto his master’s neck in seconds. The blood of his sire was absolutely divine, each drop delighting his senses. Astarion smiled as he felt Tav begin to drink from him.

“Ahh…Yes, good boy…” The Vampire Ascendant moaned, cupping the back of his consort’s head gently as Tav continued to suckle upon his skin.

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[Save Game 2: Crimson Palace 15 years post-game.]

“I told you this would happen Astarion!” Tav snapped, fangs bared. “You just couldn't just stop with Baldur's Gate, couldn't you!? Now you've gone and endangered us all!”

“We're not in any danger, my sweet. These monster hunters are no threat, we'll just crush them like we always do.”

“Papa is right, Dad! And I can help too now that I'm strong enough!” Abigail said with a smirk, an ominous black and purple magic, swirled around her hands. “We’ll crush them together!”

“That's my girl, come on then!” Astarion smiled maliciously. Tav frowned, watching his husband and daughter rush head on into the conflict like complete fools. Astarion was strong, but the monster hunters had more numbers this time. They surrounded the manor, ramming their way in through the front door and cutting down the charmed servants first. Tav took the form of a black panther and prepared himself for a fight.

Astarion’s plans for world conquest were beginning to spread across the Sword Coast. He had a decent number of spawns now to do his bidding, but despite this many of them had been cut down by these hunters who traced his children back to him. Now they were invading his home, hoping to snuff out this vampiric infestation at its source.

In the grand scheme of things, it was supposed to be simple, build an army, take over the world. At least that's how Astarion himself always put it. Tav had always told him it would be foolish to think that the world would just let him do so, but he was THE VAMPIRE ASCENDANT as he oh so very often said. He was invincible! In his own mind anyway.

The hunters stormed the crimson palace, killing everyone in sight. Abigail stayed with Astarion, watching his back as they tore right through the hunters together, scattering bloody severed limbs all over the castle. Astarion had a bliss filled sadistic smile upon his face which never faltered even a little as he sliced through his mortal foes with Cazador's old blade. The same one he used to carve the infernal runes into his old master’s back.

Abigail was less messy than her vampiric father. She summoned elementals to join the fray, shot lightning bolts and fireballs, she even had a wicked where she could make someone's body inflate until they exploded.

Tav used his claws and teeth to defend himself, tearing apart any hunter's who got too close. The battle was quick and bloody, turning a good portion of their home into a warzone. As the fight came to a close Tav was suddenly pierced through the head by a crossbow bolt, doing considerable damage and forcing him out of his wildshape. The bolt dropped to the ground as he transformed, his wound now gone as if it had never happened. He looked around frantically for the source of the attack before seeing a familiar figure stepping towards him. An elven woman approached him, holding a crossbow in one hand and a wooden stake in the other. Tav wasn't sure why he froze, perhaps it was just fear? No, that wasn't right. There was a click sound from the stake being loaded into the crossbow though it barely even registered as memories began to flood into Tav's mind.

That day at the beach when Astarion had a dagger to his throat.

The night at camp when Astarion had fed from him for the first time.

After the tiefling party when the two of them first made love.

And Astarion’s confession at Moonrise.

It all came back before suddenly there was a piercing pain in his chest as he suddenly coughed up blood. His legs gave way and he fell to the ground with a stake through his heart. The last thing to ever grace his ears were screams of his lover.

“TAV!” Astarion rushed over to his spawn in an instant and grabbed his shoulders. “Wake up, damn you!” Astarion cupped Tav's face in his hand as tears began to stream down his face as Tav’s lifeless eyes stared back at him.

“T-Tav, my sweet, my heart, I forbid you to die!” He sobbed, grabbing hold of the stake and tearing it out. “You are mine and I am yours…And if we die, we die together…Do you not understand!? Answer me!!” Astarion’s eyes flashed red, but nothing happened to the body. It was far too late.

The elven huntress prepared her crossbow to take another aim, this time at The Vampire Ascendant now that he was grief stricken with the loss of his beloved consort. She loaded a second stake, but before she could fire it a vine lasso snatched the weapon from her hand before yanking it away. Abigail glared back at the elf; her face full of rage as stomped across the sea of corpses that littered the floor. In no more than a moment she casts hold person on the hunter.

The Vampire Ascendant held Tav in his arms, his face buried into his neck as he murmured to him in elvish. From what Abigail could hear he was repeating a declaration of love to Tav over and over.

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Astarion had Tav’s body sealed away in a coffin, deep under the Palace. Abigail was ordered to place a magical spell on the body to keep it preserved. The elven hunter was now chained up within the kennels, glaring back at the vampire lord as he paced the room. “My husband was better than I ever was. He was too kind for his own good. He even protected those filthy peasants you begged your lover to spare and you killed him for it.”

“You killed my husband so I killed yours. Is that not a fair trade-” Astarion quickly wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezing hard and making her gasp.

“Tav’s life was 1000 times more valuable than any pathetic excuse of a spouse you ever had!” Astarion snapped, nearly crushing the woman's windpipe and making her face turn purple. But he soon stopped before any permanent damage was done. Osha gasped, breathing in and out slowly as Astarion began to think. He glanced over at Abigail who looked through her books. Her eyes scan through them in hopes of finding some way to fix this mess or at least ensure Osha suffered immensely. She came across a ritual that would give someone the ability to manipulate time itself, though it would likely require an entire city’s worth of mortal souls.

“Papa I-......”

“Do not call me that anymore!” Astarion snapped at her. “Tav is gone…I'm done playing house…” Astarion said coldly, but Abigail could see a flicker of sadness in his eyes.

“Yes…. Forgive me Master ....” The half-elf said, head hanging low.

“Now, what to do with you….?” Astarion sighed and glared over into Osha’s eyes, his nose crinkling in disgust.

“Do what you must! I am ready to join Magnus in the next life!” Osha huffed out.

“Oh, you precious little thing…. You're not going to die today……You're not going die for a very long time yet….” A sadistic smirk spread over Astarion's face before he approached her slowly, gripping her chin and turning her head. “From this day on you are mine to torment….” He whispered into her ear before sinking his fangs down into her neck.

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[Save Game 1: Act 3, Crimson Palace.]

The Vampire Ascendant huffed in pain as he composed himself. He needed to find her. He needed to make sure she couldn't escape.

His red eyes glanced over to the gith and the half elf as they stood side by side.

“Find Tav quickly and bring her to me.” He ordered. The two female spawn nodded before turning on their heels and beginning their search. Astarion bit his lip with worry, he came so far, went through all this trouble just to get Tav back.

After the scribe of the dead denied his demand to return his beloved to him, stating that “his fate was sealed the moment thou sired him,” he had only one choice left. To tear time itself apart. The price to get here was far too great to turn back now. The Ascendant paced through his ballroom, his eyes glancing up at a painting of his old master.

You failed him. He's dead because of your weakness. You were never meant for love, foolish boy.

He could almost hear his old master's voice taunting him as he glared at the portrait. Astarion pulled out his blade before slicing it in half with a grunt of frustration.

“Heh, I never cared for that painting either. It was always taunting me with that stupid grin of his.” A voice piped up from behind the Ascendant.

“What are you doing here?” The Lord questioned, not bothering to look back. The stranger's voice which mirrored his own was all he needed to hear to know who it was. The Spawn.

“You know exactly why I'm here.” The Spawn hummed. “Now where is she?”

“Honestly I don't know. She slipped right through my fingers…I'll get her back of course. I won't give up what is mine.”

“She's not yours, don't you understand? Tav doesn't belong to anyone! Have you forgotten what it was like to be owned and kept like a pet!?” The spawn hissed out.

“I would never treat her the way Cazador treated me! I would…I will give her everything.” The Ascendant finally turned around to face his counterpart, blade drawn and pointed towards him.

“Darling, you can lie to everyone else in this wretched world except me.” The spawn said with a frown. “Let it go. Chasing Cazador's shadow has clearly cost you your Tav. I won't stand by and let the same happen to mine.”

“And what would you have me do? Just give up? Say sorry and leave with my tail between my legs? Pft!” The Ascendant scoffed.

“Return home and find a new path. One that's yours to choose.” The spawn said, “We don't have to be the monsters that Cazador made us…We can be more…” He smiled slightly, lifting up his hand to the Ascendant as if to call a truce. The Ascendant hesitated, looking at the hand cautiously as if it was some kind of trap before slowly reaching out, his own lips forming a grin.

“I am more than any of you will ever be….” Suddenly the Ascendant rammed his blade right through the Spawn's stomach.

“ASTARION!!!” A voice screamed out.

To be continued.....

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skipper1331 · 8 months

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Tell and show the world // Lina Magull

a/n: based off this request. Please enjoy:D

"Lina" you said as you stood behind the kitchen counter, chopping the vegetables for dinner. "Ja, liebe?" the brunette asked, eyes looking away from her laptop screen. "I‘ve been thinking…" you mumbled, suddenly feeling shy, cheeks slowly turning red, "what‘s wrong?" the german was immediately by your side, "stop the chopping, baby" her fingers laced with your own as she turned you around. When you didn‘t answer her, her hands cupped your cheeks while you started playing with your wedding ring. "When are you going to tell the world about us?" you mumbled, shy, afraid. She seemed confused, jaw tense, eyes that asked many questions. You never had a problem keeping your relationship secret or private. Lina did not tape her ring nor did she wear it during games or ever mentioned that she was in a commited relationship. Her private life was private. Where did the change of heart come from?

"Lately, umm" your voice was shaking - you didn‘t know why, you knew that Lina loved you, she was your wife but something was making you nervous. "Comments. The comments under your posts are getting worse. And- and these ship videos with G, I don’t like them. I like G, don‘t get me wrong, she’s awesome but-" you rambled on about the thirsty comments under her instagram posts, the ship edits you had on your for you page and your hurt feelings. In no way, you were mad at Lina, just hurt with the whole situation. "Hey, hey" the bayern munich player pulled you close, her hands firmly resting on their usual place around your waist while your head hit her shoulder with a quiet thud, "my love, look at me" she demanded softly. With tears in your eyes you looked in to the orbs you‘d loved for so long, "Is that what has been bothering you the last few days?" one of her hands cupped your cheek, wiping away the tears that spilled. You didn't want to admit it, it still hurt you a lot and seeing her do nothing about it was just another little stab in your heart. You knew she didn't read most of the comments except those from her friends and family, so you couldn't blame her - you didn't even want too. Your heart just stung.

In respond, you nodded, biting your lower lip to contain yourself, "Stop crying, please" the germans heart ached at sight in front of her, the way your body shook as the tears ran down your cheeks, "i would tell the world in a heartbeat, liebe."

Your eyes grew wide, only a sniffle coming from your throat, "really?"

"100%"

You chuckled at the determined look the midfielder had on her face, "do you want me to post something on instagram or a tweet or what? Tell me, baby, I‘ll do it" she pressed multiple kisses over your face, a nose scrunch in reply as you giggled along. "You‘re my wife and I love you, okay? I would tell every person in the world myself If that‘s what makes you happy"

Match day.

Champions league semi final.

Bayern Munich vs Chelsea.

Lina was sitting at the press conference table with Alexander Straus as media teams were behind the cameras, many with notes and a mic in their hand.

"Der FC Chelsea ist ein starker Gegner, glauben Sie, sie können gegen so eine starke Mannschaft gewinnen?" an older man asked Alex and Lina, both sharing a look. With a tilt of his head the Bayern coach asked the midfielder If she wanted to answer or If he should - he answered. He told the interviewer, "From goalkeeper to striker, the most diverse talents have met - Guro Reiten, Sam Kerr, Millie Bright and so on - pooled together and formed a high class team. They are very good but not unbeatable. That's what we're trying to show today."

There were some more questions which Lina and Alexander answered before the last question before the game was asked.

"Nächste Frage an Lina Magull: Was motiviert das Team und Sie persönlich den Sieg heute zu holen?"

"Der Titel" she chuckled, "Wir alle sind super motiviert und haben ein hohes Interesse daran, den Titel mit nach Hause zu nehmen und das Halbfinale ist ein Schritt in die richtige Richtung. Am Ende des Tages, kämpft jede für das Team und hat seine eigene Person für die er kämpf, das variiert von Spielerin zu Spielerin. Für mich zum Beispiel ist es meine Frau. Ich betrete heute - immer - das Spielfeld, um meine Frau zu beeindrucken und ihr Strahlen am Abend zu sehen"

The whole room inhaled sharply - wife?! Why didn't anyone know that? Alexander had a smile on his face, of course he knew about you, all the Bayern people knew about you and they loved you - you were great.

Only then did everyone notice the ring the german was wearing on her finger; it was simple yet beautiful - it suited her.

Tell the media she had a wife? check.

Lina loved the faces she saw behind the cameras, there were shocked ones - jaw to floor, there were confused ones - huh? Did she say wife? and there were happy faces.

Sitting in the stands next to Sydney‘s mum you saw the girls walking out of the tunnel. The Allianz Arena was sold out, red shirts everywhere. Even the mens team came to support the girls - a rare sight.

It was just wow. The girls played their hearts and showed their talent. It didn‘t matter that Chelsea got on the score line first, Erin Cuthbert with the header.

Bayern was eager and hungry.

After the first 20 minutes, Bayern played better than their best. Pernille Harder scored the equalizer, she didn‘t celebrate though, she turned to the few Chelsea fans, raised her hand a little and apologized silently. The Blues were her home and family once and still are, even If she doesn‘t play for them anymore.

Georgia was the next to score a banger - outside the box. It was beautiful, AKB had no chance. The stadium went crazy.

Last but not least, was the third goal of the game. The game had built up from Grohs, the Bayern keeper. The girls played a Tiki Taka, the opponents could only watch the ball, there was no chance of taking it. Bühl then converted it to 3-1, the ball slipping past her national team mates fingertips.

When the whistle blew, the stadium got louder and louder, fans were signing chants as they jumped around to celebrate.

When everyone finished shaking their opponents and talked to their friends, the girls swarmed out to sign jerseys and to take pictures. Lina though, she had only one goal in mind. She wanted to see you. You were often at the Bayern games but never in a jersey or at least never in a jersey with 'Magull' on the back of it.

Not until now, this morning the german had told to wear her jersey later, she was very clear with her demand.

"Hi, my love" she whispered after she had jumped over the barrier, her arms going around your waist. Your smile was brigther than the sky while you cupped her cheeks, proud of your wife and her team, "Baby! That was amazing!" The brunette just grinned at you, loving the big wide smile that covered your face. Shortly after your said words your arms looped around her neck, your head on her shoulder as you hugged her dearly. Her own head was hidden in your neck as she pressed soft kisses to it.

First kiss: i‘m so happy.

Second kiss: thank you for being here.

third kiss: i love you.

the multiple kisses after: wow!!

Many eyes and cameras were on you, multiple people taking pictures of the two of you. Yet it didn‘t matter, your heart fluttered at the sight of your wife, the way she interacted with you in front of the fans. Normally it was the bare minimum but not now, she had accepted the concerns you told her about and implemented your wishes, your request. She would do anything, absolutely anything, for you.

And If it wasn‘t clear enough, the kiss on your lips was. She gave you a passionate yet gentle and appropriate one, it was like in the movies; your hands resting on her neck, her own hands placed on your hips as she leant forwads, yourself leaning backwards in return. Lina felt euphoric, like she was high. High on love, high with happiness, high with everything.

It was safe to say, Lina‘s announcement at the press conference went viral, multiple clips across the internet. As well as various edits of the scene in the stadium.

The german international broke the internet, yet it wasn‘t enough for her.

She had announced it to the media, she had demonstrated the fans and she was about to show the world.

linamagull

stanwaygeorgia and 36.047 thousand others

linamagull ❤️

it was that simple. 4 pictures with more or less the same gesture. You in her arms, just with a different view. The pictures were taken over the years, they still gave you enough privacy but a clear statement was made: Lina Magull was happily married.

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translation:

Der FC Chelsea ist ein starker Gegner, glauben Sie, sie können gegen so eine starke Mannschaft gewinnen? - Chelsea are a strong opponent, do you think you can win against such a strong team?

Nächste Frage an Lina Magull: Was motiviert das Team und Sie persönlich den Sieg heute zu holen - Next question for Lina Magull: What motivates the team and you personally to win today

Wir alle sind super motiviert und haben ein hohes Interesse daran, den Titel mit nach Hause zu nehmen und das Halbfinale ist ein Schritt in die richtige Richtung. Am Ende des Tages, kämpft jeder für das Team und hat seine eigene Person für die er kämpf, das variiert von Spielerin zu Spielerin. Für mich zum Beispiel ist es meine Frau. Ich betrete heute - immer - das Spielfeld, um meine Frau zu beeindrucken und ihr Strahlen am Abend zu sehen - We are all motivated and very interested in taking the trophy home and the semi-final is a step in the right direction. At the end of the day, everyone fights for the team and has their own person to fight for, it varies from player to player. For me, for example, it is my wife. I step on the pitch today - always - to impress my wife and see her bright smile in the evening.

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#lina magull #lina magull x reader #bayern munich frauen #bayern munich women #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso #gerwnt #gerwnt x reader #frauen bundesliga #fc bayern frauen #dfb frauen x reader #dfb frauen

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It's been a Big Year on Tumblr in 2022!

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Topics include Arcane, OFMD, "blorbo" vs "skrunkly" vs "poor little meow meow," MCR, orb pondering, and our friend Dracula.

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its-my-barbeque · 3 months

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Started thinking about the implications and now I have a theory: The reason why General John MacNamara is so different in TGWDLM and Black Friday is because of who is telling the story.

We know the narrator for TGWDLM is Pokey. Its a retelling of the events and he is in control of what we see and hear - its why the characters cant hear the instruments but we can. This is also backed by the title number and Emma specifically (but that's a post for another time).

In Black Friday, we don't have confirmation on who the narrator is but tis safe to assume one of two options; either the ensemble (Tom, Becky, Lex, etc) or Webby. In this case, we're leaning towards Webby as there are interactions that would be difficult to see otherwise - ie the presidents office before the start of 'Monsters and Men'.

In regards to MacNamara, we know the Lords have history with him. During 'Made in America', while Wilbur is the one who calls out to him, in the captions its credited to Wiggly. This could be attributed to him being a General for PEIP, but there was a little too much malice in the ost for me to believe that's the case. While we don't see it happen, it's clear that MacNamara has not only impeded the Lords progress, but has actively stopped them - probably on multiple occasions. Additionally, he is a Warrior of Light: he can wield the Blade of Truth and has helped Hannah and Lex (Webby's chosen vessels) on multiple occasions (Orb Weaver isn't out yet but that is the synopsis so that would make the pervious point true on two sperate accounts). And even if he isn't a Warrior of Light, the enemy of my enemy is my friend - he is at the very least and ally of Webby.

Now for how that affects his characterization;

In TGWDLM MacNamara is a bit more aggressive and sporadic, even to a silly extent that can seem a bit much at times. He has wide eyes, he's constantly moving, and goes on tangents. Then, despite his title of General, he is easily defeated and absorbed by the Hive. Why is that? Well, because Pokey is the narrator. I wouldn't push it so far as to say its propaganda against PEIP ("look at how silly this so-called military is. even their general is weak! they couldn't be a threat if they tried"), but it absolutely carries a mocking tone. Pokey wants you to laugh at MacNamara, not take him seriously.

In Black Friday, however, MacNamara carries a very different tone. He's calm, collected, knows exactly how to handle almost every situation. In this one, you could actually believe that he is a General and not just some guy with a gun. This can be attributed to Webby being the narrator. She agrees with his values (note 'the value of the human heart' dialog vs 'The Witch in the Web' and how Webby treats Willabella) and, as stated previously, is allied with him in some way. Webby wants to paint MacNamara in a good light, and have you see him as a hero.

#-eve #general john macnamara #the guy who didn't like musicals #black friday #webby hatchetfield #pokotho #the lords in black #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #just some fun little thoughts

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valentiyne · 7 months

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𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗆𝗉 ꕥ 𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗍𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗋𝗐𝗂𝗇

Boxer!Ashton Irwin x Fem!Reader @bartxnhood Summary: Wrong place right time or right place wrong time? A/n: This is a work of fiction: I am aware Ashton is a sweetheart Warnings: A-hole Ashton, Major swearing Word Count: 2k Copyright © 2023 Valentiyne. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format.

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Irwin vs. Hemmings

Tonight 6pm @ The Lola

My ears were ringing from the loud shrill of the bell above me. There were numerous people in the makeshift ring in front of me, but two of them caught my camera's attention: One guy with shaggy brown hair and hazel eyes, and the other being blonde with piercing blue orbs staring into the crowd. My camera hung around my neck, gripped into my hands to ensure It wouldn't fall in any way.

"In this corner, we have Dr. Flukeeeee", The crowd goes wild once the blue-eyed boy walks into the middle of the ring, beating his chest. I raise my camera quickly to snap a few photos, making sure I have every perfect angle.

The people around me towered over me, my hair pulled back into two tight braids with bows at the ends, and the minimal clothing I wore to try and fit in. There was no way anyone would believe I belonged here- I was a college student who had an assignment to capture an "adrenaline high" photograph with an unexpected muse.

"And in this corner, we have Smashtonnnn Irwinnnn!", The referee shouts into the microphone, the crowd jumping up and down as the shaggy-haired boy walks forward with a mere smirk on his face. He seemed modest about the situation, his body relaxed and his eyes filled with confidence and determination. I end up sandwiched between two older men, my camera squished up against my chest and I try and get a good look at the two.

The two boys set themselves in position, their mouthguards tucked away in their mouths before the bell goes off once again.

The blonde is the first to move, stepping forward and throwing a right jab at the brunette. In return, He jumps back and begins circling around his opponent with locked eyes. They're both breathing quickly, sweat dripping down their foreheads and backs.

The brunette throws a left hook, his bare fist colliding with the blonde's jaw, sending him flat on his back. The crowd collectively let out gasps and I inch my way through the crowd, squeezing my way to the front. I reached the front of the wave of people, my camera raised up high and taking as many shots as I possibly could get being this close. The blonde stands back up, staggering slightly as he regains his balance and spits out a mouthful of blonde.

"Oh my god", I whisper to myself, looking around at the sea of people shouting nonsense and threats to one another. A few threw money at the judges, betting on the two and who'd knock each other out first. I couldn't tear my eyes away, no matter how much I wanted to. The sight before me was gorey- blood combined with sweat or spit laid out on the floor.

I took as many pictures as my storage card allowed before lowering the camera right as the brunette walked toward his corner and sat down. His face was mangled, blood dripping from his mouth and nose and all over his white uniform. I stood directly behind him now, his back shining from the bright LED standing light. His crew sprayed water in his mouth and patted him down with cold towels, screaming insults at him to get his adrenaline flowing. I look up at him, his eyes averting from the ring and to his coach who crouched next to him and spoke in his ear. His head immediately swung back and his hazel eyes locked with mine for a moment, a puzzled look on his face as he looked between me and the crowd.

The bell rings one last time, signaling the last match is beginning and he tears his eyes from mine quickly and stands up while shoving his bloodied mouth guard back into his mouth. He stumbles his way back into the middle of the ring, his body begging to drop but he continues forward. The blonde throws a jab, missing the brunette by mere inches. He takes this as an opportunity and swings quickly, his bare fist colliding with the other's jaw with a loud crack.

The bell dings multiple times indicating that the brunette has won the match.

The crowd erupts around me, pushing my body forward harshly and I have to huddle myself around the camera to protect it. Everyone shouted nonsense towards the ring, the blonde laying face down as blood poured out of his lips and nose- he was alive thankfully but was unconscious.

The bodies swarmed around me, chanting the last name of the winner and I could feel myself get pulled further down and towards the cold concrete beneath me. I attempted to balance myself, putting one hand on my camera and the other in front of me incase I did go down.

I suddenly feel a pair of calloused hands wrap around my underarms, pulling me harshly upwards back onto my feet, and through the crowd. My camera dangles around my neck and my body gets pulled forward, leading me towards an unmarked hallway. It was too dark to see, my head spinning as I try and collect my thoughts and make out what was going on.

Am I seriously being kidnapped right now?

I look down at the hand that was tightly wrapped around my wrist, blood seeping through the gauze wound around it and down my wrist. I look up now, my eyes meeting with the familiar hazel ones from before.

"What are you doing?", I finally ask, tugging my hand from his reach. He winces slightly as my hand drags across his own, retracting his quickly and furrowing his eyebrows at me.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" His voice is hoarse, slipping out from his lips like sandpaper.

I look at him taken back, eyes wide as I cross my arms over my chest and try my hardest not to breathe in the overwhelming smell of metal that was coming from his figure.

"Excuse me?", I scoff, holding up my camera at him with a smug expression coming from my face. "I'm taking pictures"

"Well sweetheart, I didn't pay for a fucking personal photographer," He snatches the camera from my grip and examines it for a moment before slipping the storage card from its rightful place and dropping it to the floor.

"And I sure as hell didn't pay for a fucking cheerleader." He raises his foot slightly and stomps it down on the ground, destroying the card right in front of me.

"What the fuck", I gasp and reach down quickly, his foot gently pushing on my hand to stop me from reaching any further. I groan and stand up again, leaning down to grab his hand tightly in my own.

"What the hell", He hisses and attempts to pull his hand back, earning my other hand to grab ahold of it.

"Why did you curb-stomp my SD card, asshole." He laughs now, his shoulder raises into a mere shrug before he tears his hand from mine. He takes the small towel from around his neck and wipes beads of sweat from his forehead, his eyes locked on mine for a few moments before speaking,

"A girl like you shouldn't be at an illegal match like this- and certainly not taking fucking photographs while she does it."

I blink in response, watching his every move before he sighs and takes a step back to run his bruised hands through his hair,

"Look, I'm sorry I broke your shit. I just don't need you involved in this and being a witness to the brutal shit that goes on in here," He motions to the crowd of people that were chanting his name just a few doors over. I cross my arms over my chest again, narrowing my eyes at him,

"You just ruined my final for my photography class, hope it makes you feel any better", I bend down, scooping up the remains of my once full storage card and placing the remnants into my back pocket. He stares at me dumbfounded, looking between me and my camera before his lip is pulled in by his teeth,

"I'll make it up to you, just not tonight."

I scoff once more, raising a hand to flip him off before turning on my heel and making my way back the way we came. The crowd seemed to be growing louder by the second, with numerous people screaming that the cops were coming and I stopped dead in my tracks. The brunette's hand stops me once more, this time a gentle grip loosely encasing my own.

Pop Pop Pop

We both flinch now, his eyes darting behind me as the crowd begins screaming louder. From what I could gather, someone had shot the gun in the air.

"Don't go out that way," He pleads, his eyebrows relaxed on his face and the smell of blood only growing stronger with every step closer he takes.

"Just get me the hell out of here," I plead.

The brunette led me down the maze of a hallway, his hand hovering over my lower back as we sped walked together. My heart was beating out of my chest, ears still ringing loudly, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see him turning around every few moments to make sure no one was following us both.

He pushes through the heavy metal doors with a hard shoulder shove, motioning me to exit first. The air was cold, and I could hear the police sirens growing closer and closer. The man in front of me remained calm, almost as if he's gone through this every night now- which he probably does.

"Did you drive here?", He asks quickly, scanning the parking lot for any sign of a car that could've been mine.

I sigh softly, looking back at him with a deadpanned gaze. He groans in annoyance and grabs my upper arm quickly, jogging through the alleyway and towards his truck.

"You must be stupid if you think I'm getting in a car with a stranger," I halt in place, looking up at him with an emotionless expression.

"My name is Ashton, now get in the fucking truck before the cops arrest us both," He opens the passenger door of his truck harshly, letting go of my arm and jogging to his side. I slide into this passenger seat quickly, my feet clambering over the mountain of beer cans on the floor. If I had any time to spare, I'd bitch about the uncleanliness of the truck but Ashton climbing in after me and reversing out of the alleyway tore me from my thoughts.

"Holy shit, Ashton", I gasp and fumble with my seatbelt, clicking it in place and giving it a good tug as he swerves onto the main road. The sirens were only growing louder and I could see his bruised knuckles tightly gripped against the steering wheel, blood trickling down his arms and staining the cloth seats. His eyes focused on the road, not worrying about the flashing lights of blue and red that were now behind us.

"Ash-" I begin, my hands holding onto the handlebar above me with one hand while my other grabbed his forearm to steady myself as he weaved in and out of lanes.

"Stop", He said firmly, looking over at me in his passenger seat with a frightened look on my face.

And for the first time tonight- He smiles at me.

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scorpiomoon-444 · 11 months

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Ma nìt’iluke (my forever) [prologue]

pairing: f!omatikaya!reader x neteyam (vs. ao’nung). soon.

Inspired by Jake Sully’s:

“Happiness is simple... The thing about happiness is that it can vanish in a heartbeat.”

summary: initially a human!reader falls for best friend!neteyam, but an unforeseen visit from the Sky People inevitably brings change, alas, introducing you to a foreign feeling every soul encounters inevitably at some point in their life time, heartbreak.

word count: 2.7k

warning(s): aged-up!neteyam, brief use of Y/N, mentions of character death, grief, almost friends-to-lovers trope, you have been warned there will be angst by the end of the series (and chapter) not this particular prologue though.

word bank: pup - short / sa’nok - mother / ‘evenge - child / nena (spanish) - baby / seykxel - strong (emotionally, spiritually) / siva ko - rise, courage, you can do it

NOTE* this is not complete, i have only included ages 6 and 7 for this prologue and have yet to complete reader’s life (ages 8-19, as the characters will be aged up to 19 in my fic) leading up to a visit from the RDA. regardless, pls enjoy x

[6] seis

“Anyway, I think you’ll like his children just as much as him,” Your father tells you, his larger figure knelt beside your smaller frame.

You stand before the large metal door of the building. Your brows furrow in question, big, round eyes full of wonder and curiosity. “What if they don’t like me?” Your voice is small, weighed down by uncertainty, your brown orbs flicker with doubt for a moment.

Your father’s face softens and he offers you an encouraging smile. “What’s there not to like?” He taps your nose playfully as the words leave his mouth. “Come on, now.” He stands from position. “Spider is waiting for—”

“I don’t want Spider, I want Jake,” You interrupt, a pouty expression transforming your features.

Your father’s face almost instantly deadpans at the suggestion of bringing Jake instead, as he originally planned for Spider to introduce you. He sends you another encouraging smile upon hearing your whiny tone. “Nena...” He begins reluctantly, his hand scratching at the back of his head. The word, a term of endearment he adopted for you in remembrance of your mother and honor of her culture. Your father contemplates his next selection of words, a pondering expression displayed on his face before he takes a knee again to match your height.

“How about I take you instead?” He asks cautiously in a soft manner, well aware of how stubborn you can get when Jake isn’t in the picture. He can only pray to Eywa that the heartening smile he sends your way will have you agree to his suggestion.

Your cocoa-colored eyes light up in excitement at the idea for a fleeting moment, before there’s a pout tugging at your lips again.

“No, I want Jake!”

“Remember, you never take the mask off, okay?” Your father’s voice echoes in the hallway, scurrying to keep up, visibly distracted by several monitors and technological screens as you pass through the Bio-Lab.

“She’s stepped foot outside before, Norm.” You practically hear Jake’s voice in your ear, your small frame enveloped in his larger arms. His hand finds the handle to the exit.

“Maybe it’ll be better if I come with y—”

Jake swings the door open, turning on his heels with you still in his arms. “They need you here, Norm,” He persists with a shake of his head, to which your father simply deadpans with glaring eyes. “Besides, she’ll be right outside with me, and she’ll love meeting the kids.” Before your father could protest, you’re both out the door, no longer in his sight.

“She’s more pup than Spider.”

As a young, six-year-old human child, who is rarely exposed to other Na’vi, you are no fluent speaker of what you perceive to be a foreign language. Regardless, having a xenolinguist as a father, especially in that of the Na’vi language, is gratefully used to your advantage. You understand that pup translates to short in English. It isn’t much of a challenge to place the puzzle pieces of his statement together. You assume the Na’vi boy encircling you finds amusement in poking fun at your height. This is confirmed when the Na’vi girl before you hisses at the words that roll off his tongue mockingly, his naturally larger figure still slowly circling around you in delight.

“Lo’ak.” Her amber eyes shoot daggers at the boy, which you assume to be his name.

“Penis face.”

Lo’ak’s face scrunches up in confusion with an instant tilt of his head, mirroring his sisters expression. He doesn’t have a chance to reply to what he perceives as random mumbles of sounds he fails to recognize, though your brassy tone sounds defensive enough to indicate to him you understood his previous comment. That’s when Jake—who initially was amused by the interaction, upon hearing your words, almost immediately takes your small frame into his arms, interrupting the conversation that would inevitably emerge.

“Y/N,” Jake attempts to scold, but his stern demeanor fails to convince you of his disapproval when his facade crumbles with a very subtle, yet seemingly amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“That isn’t a nice thing to say,” He tells you, recomposing himself, and resumes with a look of disapproval. He remembers calling out to Norm and referring to your father as penis face, where you actually learned the term from Jake himself. The vivid memory betrays him when it prompts a stifled chuckle to rumble through his chest, a glint of amusement in his eyes.

And so, you meet Lo’ak and Kiri first, at the youthful age of six. They are only five at the time, a year younger, as you were born not too long after the Pandoran War. Despite this, your frame is much smaller compared to their naturally larger build.

Your introduction to the youngest Sully kids, at the time, presents you with few glimpses of the Pandoran forest as you often meet no further than past the withered fences that still slightly guard Hell’s Gate, the place you call home.

Jake entrusts your father enough with the responsibility of looking after his young ones. The two youngest Sully children often spend their time with you in the lab for the first couple months of your newly formed friendships, finding entertainment in the little things you are far too familiar with and bored of. Though, you never take their company for granted, fully aware of how your life has truly evolved in the best way possible upon their presence in your life. You aren’t afraid to admit to them, and often if not, are very open to displaying your appreciation and fondness for them through small acts of physical affection, casually sharing hugs and cuddles, sometimes attacking them mostly Lo-ak from behind which ends with a piggyback ride most of the time. As smaller children, your linguistic differences with the Sullys doesn’t interfere with your horseplay or shenanigans in the lab. Which your father isn’t very fond of.

[7] siete

You stare at the large, what you understand to be lifeless, N’avi body encased in the great tank of water. It seems so large, evidently in comparison to your small, human frame. You mindlessly tap on the glass, intrigued by the sight in front of you.

“Kiri’s sa’nok?” You repeat your father’s words after he explains to you the complicated situation, that which involves Kiri and her biological mother. This is when Kiri is first introduced to her in the lab. As a scientist, and now leader of the RDA’s Avatar Program, your father prepares to introduce Grace’s encased Avatar form to Kiri. “Yes, ‘evenge.” Norm is too preoccupied with one of the monitors in the lab to notice the confusion that transforms your features.

“’Evenge?” You repeat after him once again with a small tilt of your head.

“Child,” He translates absentmindedly, still focusing his undivided attention to the monitor. If you weren’t so distracted by the newly introduced Na’vi word, your heart generally would have ached at the mention of a mother, a figure in your life you consistently wished for. You frown upon noticing your father’s behavior, much too occupied to pay any regard to you.

Lo’ak and Kiri should have arrived by now. Probably with Jake. Because for some time now, your father has heavily placed emphasis on the importance of today. Your father speaks to you about how maybe he could take you out to the forest tomorrow to introduce to you the foreign plants and life within the beautiful Pandoran forest you so desperately yearn to see.

“If there’s time.”

You’ve grown to dislike that phrase, utilized by him so often within the past couple of weeks. Your eyes wander around the lab, scanning every little object, screen, and monitor you haven’t already taken the time to observe before. You grow impatient as your father continues to speak, and abruptly tune his voice out, much too distracted by the view the window beside the exit offers you. Turning your head to catch a glimpse of your distracted father, who continues to ramble and give you his back as he does so, you silently slip past the window. Your eyes jump to your father from time to time, between him and focusing on trying to take the encased mask from the clear compartment against the wall right beside the exit.

You somehow manage to make it to the fence successfully without your father taking notice of your absence. Still, you don’t waste any time in figuring out how far you can get before he eventually does as you embark on finding Kiri and Lo’ak on your own terms. They shouldn’t be too deep into the forest, probably nearing you.

Besides, you knew exactly where you would wait for them. A little further past the doddering fences that still slightly guard your home, there’s an open, visible area of higher ground with a very large tree. A spot at which you’ve greeted Kiri and Lo’ak from as they approached the labs. Their figures disappear into the unknown depths of the Pandoran forest trees for a mere ten seconds before you spot them again as they near your awaiting figure at the fence.

Upon reaching the fences, you look over your shoulder once more, turning back to make sure your father isn’t following behind you. Upon realizing there’s no one in sight, absolutely no witness, you don’t hesitate to set foot in the foreign, forbidden forest. Your small feet take you only as far as a couple of meters before you go stumbling down from an area of higher ground, yelping in pain before a large tree halts your hurtling with a crash.

You huff and dust yourself off before standing on your feet again, disoriented for a moment. Too focused on, yet slightly careless with trying to slip away from Hell’s Gate in an attempt to escape without anyone noticing, you finally pay mind to your surroundings. Sounds of chirps and humming insects fill your ears. The familiar Pandoran trees, much too tall to inspect fully from where you stand at the base of the trunk, tower over foreign flora and plant life just as large. You listen intently to the noises of critters accompanied by the sounds of the breeze dancing through the large flora.

Small, enchanting species fly and pass you by, round eyes full of wander and awe as they follow the small creatures passing the life that garner your attention next. It’s an overwhelmingly large, deep-colored mauve mushroom. Probably about five times your size, and your eyes are quick to find more than one of them—numerous placed near the area that you tumbled into. Despite your father’s constant reminder of the dangers of Pandora, your delighted orbs, intrigued mind and curious hands don’t think twice about reaching out to touch one of the towering mushrooms.

Almost.

Your fascination at the immense, foreign mushroom is short-lived by the abrupt, blaring, almost shrieking sound. It’s deafening, and alerting, it precipitates you to cover your ears with your hands, panic now painting your features as terror begins to set in. Your frantic eyes pinpoint the source of the ugly, wailing sound that of which the wind elicits—a large, exotic looking herb, about seven meters in height twice the size of the mushrooms!!! with a curved, tubular plant body. The realization wipes the panic off your face as your hands fall back to your sides, uncovering your ears. To your inconvenience, and much to your dismay, your reflexes are far too protracted for you to register the ejection of very large spines coming from the massive herb flying directly in your direction, as if targeted.

That’s when a pair of arms instantaneously sweep you off your feet with one swift motion before you’re unexpectedly swinging through the forest for a fleeting moment. After gently being placed on your feet, you finally grasp the unfolding situation at hand upon finally noticing.

Before you stands a Na’vi boy.

Your eyes find his feet first as they travel up to meet his studying gaze. He looks at you intently, almost observing momentarily, his slightly taller figure engenders him to leer down at you, a frown very lightly tugging on the corners of his mouth. Almost peeved. Perhaps displeased, disturbed?

Though upon noticing your gentle, confused expression, his features soften. Converts into one of patience. His golden orbs hold an understanding as they observe you with such lightness. A gentleness. He looks about your age, and note that he isn’t much taller or older looking than Lo’ak, who’s only a year younger than you, implying that the Na’vi boy scrutinizing you is around your age.

He blinks at you a couple of times, almost as if contemplating his next move, the brewing of ideas illustrated on his face and honey-coated eyes.

He doesn’t give you the chance to speak a word before he grabs you by the shoulders gently, twirling you around as his eyes examine your small frame for any injuries. He proceeds with pulling you by the wrist, instructing to follow right behind him.

It isn’t long before he has you reaching the proximity of your home, the area you initially planned to wait at earlier momentarily gives you access to view what you call home, before you’re back in the deep, towering unfamiliarity of the forest.

Passing through the original spot indicates your arrival at the fences of Hell’s gate should be any moment now, probably with a frantic father awaiting your safe return. A frantic Dad who will probably punish you.

“What’s your name?” Your eyes are glued to the grip he has on your wrist, but your voice holds benevolence, cautious in determining the correct approach to the unknown Na’vi boy whom rescued your reckless, little human life. He saved you. You assume he doesn’t understand your words when he disregards you and proceeds with leading the path, seemingly determined to return you home. Nevertheless, he spares you a glance and small smile when he looks back at you over his shoulder.

“Y/N,” He says, almost unknowingly as if in question, presuming with looking straight ahead to guide you properly with caution.

He’s quick to notice the way your hand flies to your chest indicating his assumed interpretation of your foreign language is correct, further proved by your squeals of excitement. “Yes! That’s me!” You cheer at his response with so much enthusiasm, fascinated by his comprehension, and evidently delighted by his understanding in the topic of names.

Before you can ask him how he knows yours, the doddering fences of your home come into view and a small frown upon realization paints your face. The very little time you’ve spent in the forest has been so much more exhilarating, more lively than your time in the lab combined. With the obvious exception of Lo’ak and Kiri’s company (you adore your besties). The Na’vi boy releases his hold on your wrist ahead of reaching your destination. He gives you a short-lived grin prior to the cognizance of your immediate switch in expression, his face slightly faltering to match yours.

A little past the worn-down, withered fences, a small figure appears from behind the exit, followed by a crashing slam of the metal doors garnering the attention of both of you.

“Y/N, is that you?” You recognize you father’s voice, full of distress. He calls out to you from a distance as he squints his eyes for a clearer view.

You direct your attention back to the Na’vi boy who stands before you. “Seykxel siva ko,” He says gently and offers you a smile, his hand finding its way to pat your head, almost encouragingly. Upon noticing the way his golden eyes focus way past your figure, you turn back to glance over your shoulder to see what he gazes so intently at. Only to realize your father is scurrying in your direction, seemingly and understandably in a panic.

You whip your head to redirect your attention back to the Na’vi boy only to discover that he’s already gone, leaving you only with the rustling sounds of the forest trees accompanied by the scolds of your disgruntled father.

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mikage-rehoe · 7 months

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Candy Apple

pairing: Kozume Kenma x gn!reader

genre: fluff

wc: 0.7k

tw/cw: none; also Kenma and reader are both in high school.

a/n: repost from one of my old blogs—my very first Kenma fic I wrote in this hellsite (affectionate)! Been betaread by some of my old moots (especially the author of “Managing the Cat’s Den”, the amazing @/EdenXWrites (neé @/edensxgarden on Tumblr) on AO3) a few years ago. Based on a Kenma matsuri fanart by Korean HQ fanartist @/_Hemoon on X (tweet long been deleted, alongside similar fanarts of Kuroo + BokuAka; fortunately I saved the images of Kenma in a yukata before they deleted it 🥰). Tweaked it a bit coz I cringed at how I wrote it in 2020 vs how I write now. Tagging @enchantedforest-network

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“Uwaaa! So many people have come here to see the fireworks~” your sparkling eyes marveled at the bustling scene at the shrine. You and your friend/classmate decided to watch the big fireworks display at tonight’s summer festival. Honestly, it was a one-sided plan, as it was your idea to go there and you ordered him to come (much to his chagrin), so you dressed up in your yukatas and went to the nearby shrine.

“Nee, nee, Kozume-kun, how about—what are you doing?”

“Huh?” Your said classmate and friend Kozume Kenma stared at you, his smartphone on hand. Probably playing games again.

“I already told you to stop playing with your phone while we’re here!” You tried to grab his phone from his hands, but he was swift to hide it behind his back. “Just for tonight, please have fun…”

Kenma slid his phone back to his pouch.

“But I am having fun, L/N-san,” he retorted.

You shook your head. “No, no! I mean, this—,“ you raised your arms, “—kind of physical fun! I’m telling you, Kozume-kun, you’re missing a lot!”

You looked at him with determination and awe, pouting. Which, he thought, is cute. But he won’t tell you straight in the face. Not yet.

The puddinghead boy then sighed and meekly smiled. “Okay, fine, you won, L/N-san.”

“Yuss!” You did a peace sign, grinning.

The two of you walked side by side across the shrine’s stone pavement, checking on different stalls. “The fireworks display doesn’t start before seven,” you checked your phone’s time, which read 18:46. “Want to snack on something first?” you pointed at the nearest food stall situated beside a large tree.

Kenma nodded in agreement, and you two went towards it. The stall sold all kinds of candied fruits and desserts, most particularly ringo ame or candy apples. “Which one do you like—?” You noticed him looking longingly at the shiny red display, like a cat staring hungrily on its prey.

Oh yeah, he loves apples and apple pie, you chuckled to yourself while buying snacks for the both of you.

“Here, for you!” You handed him his candy apple.

Kenma hesitated for a moment before deciding to take it, his long setter fingers nearly touching your own. Even if he doesn’t show it on his face, Kenma’s golden orbs twinkled on the red and sticky dessert. “T-thanks. Here, let me pay for these—“

“Nope! Already paid for it,” you bit on your stick. The sweetness of the sugar coating complemented well with the tartness of the apple. You winked. “As compensation for bothering you yesterday about going here with me.”

He annoyingly narrowed his eyes at you. “Are you my employer?”

Five minutes till showtime, you pointed at the arching bridge across the pavement. “Hey, Kozume-kun, let’s go over there! I think that’s a perfect viewing spot.” You grabbed his wrist and walked faster. “C’mon!”

Both of you settled on your viewing spots—you leaning your arms on the wooden railing chewing on your candy apple, Kenma beside you leaning on his bottom with his stick, staring at his geta’d feet.

“Hm? Aren’t you gonna eat yours, Kozume-kun?” You glanced at him. “It’ll fall down if you keep on holding it like that.” You took another bite of your candy apple.

“Uh… yeah… I will.” He tucked some of his blonde locks on his ear and turned to you, gently touching your wrist. “Itadakimasu.”

“...hrrmph?” Your mind went blank as he leaned towards you and bit on the opposite side of your candy apple (with your teeth still attached to it). Playful cat-like eyes stared at you. Your breath hitched, your heartbeat doubled.

Kenma leaned back, a smirk formed while licking the sugar off his lips. “Gochisousama.”

DON! DON DON!

Hearing the sound of fireworks brought you back to reality. Hard.

“K-k-k-k—“ you stuttered, a full-blown blushing mess yourself. “I-IDIOT, THAT’S AN INDIRECT KISS YOU’VE MADE!!”

Puddinghead shrugged it off, taking his first bite of his own candy apple. “So what if it is? I don’t mind doing it again with you.”

“Wha—“

“I like you, Y/N. I really, really like you.”

Bonus:

“Hey, Kenma-kun, when did you take this?” You grabbed his phone and pointed at the screen. He made a candid shot of you beaming as his phone’s lock screen wallpaper.

“Shortly after our arrival at the shrine last night,” he flushed slightly as you handed him his phone back. “You were kind of amazed seeing the place back then that I secretly took a snapshot of you. You looked cute there, by the way, Y/N.” Kenma smiled at you, which made your face feel hot at your boyfriend’s action.

“Ahhhh mou~ stop teasing me, idiot! Delete it!”

“No can do.”

“Please~?!”

“No.”

“Kenma—“

“No!”

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cod-z · 5 days

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Every time I see or hear "Mermay AU 141"

| One-shots |

Ghost: I've got a special power, that I'm not afraid to use *is sitting on a rock, twirling a small water orb in the air*

Soap:Every waking hour, I discover something new *cannonballs into water, changing into a merman*

Price: So come on this is my adventure. This is my fantasy~ *is sitting on a throne with a trident, pretending to be King of the Ocean (he's not)*

Gaz: It's all about living in the ocean *does a loopy-loop as a merman* Being wild and free~! *twirls and spreads his arms while smiling*

141: 'Cause I'm no ordinary soldier~! *is swimming in a line of 4, doing a loop before swimming further* We're from the deep blue underworld~

Land or sea *Gaz does the little mermaid thing on the rock*

The world's my oyster *shows a oyster* I'm the pearl *Oyster opening revealing Ghost on his hide, batting his eyelashes*

No ordinary soldier~🌸

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Price: We gotta stick together *is invading eldritch Konig's tentacles while dragging Ghost, Gaz and Soap in his arms* 'Cause the best things come in three

Ghost: *is looking whimsical at the sunset horizon in his human form* I want it to last forever... *looks solemnly at the water's edge* All the magic and fun at sea...

Soap: So come on this is our adventure *is dragging Gaz in their merman form* There's no telling where we'll go~!

Gaz: But all I want is just to live amongst the h2o *swims further and hugs Soap*

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141: 'Cause I'm no ordinary soldier! *bird's eye view, all four of them swimming on the ocean floor* We're from the deep blue underworld

Land or sea *all of them hanging out at their base in human form*

We've got the power if we just believe *crossfading between mermen 141, Shepherd and Graves in a standoff (yes, like those scenes hero vs villain)*

'Cause I'm no ordinary soldier~! *is swimming in a line of 4, doing a loop before swimming further* We're from the deep blue underworld~

Land or sea *Gaz does the little mermaid thing on the rock*

The world's my oyster *shows a oyster* I'm the pearl *Oyster opening revealing Ghost on his hide, batting his eyelashes*

No ordinary soldier~🌸

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Ghost: Come along, it just gets better *gets body slammed into a bunch of coral*

Price: So much to do and just so little time *is hiding behind a ship being shot at*

Gaz: 'Cause it all depends on whether- *peaks from his cover to fire at the enemy*

Soap: -you want to leave the land above behind... *his shoulder is bleeding*

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141, tired as fuck: 'Cause we're no ordinary soldier *walking into their base groggily* We're from the deep blue underworld...

Land or Sea *plops down to rest*

We've got the power... *Soap realises in shock before standing up*

Soap: If we just believe... *goes to their secret water entrance hidden in the base, and jumps in*

Price, Ghost and Gaz: *confused* 'Cause we're no ordinary soldier *follows Soap as they all transform* We're from the deep blue underworld

Land or Sea *exits the tunnel and is now in the ocean following Soap*

Soap: The world's our oyster, we're the pearl *is still swimming (just keep swimming, just keep swimming)* No ordinary soldier~🌸

*Soap continues to swim with Price, Ghost and Gaz following behind till they reach clear waters.*

'Cause we're no ordinary soldiers, we're from the deep blue underworld

Land or sea *they all transform back into their human form as they reach an island*

We've got the power if I just believe

'Cause we're no ordinary soldiers, we're from the deep blue underworld *they all built a secret house on that island, just for themselves to escape their work*

Land or Sea *something washes up on their shore*

The world's our oyster *they walk towards it* we're the pearl *uncovers it and reveals a person, not human or like them but wore a weird attire*

No ordinary soldiers~🌸

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codeopod · 2 months

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Is This Allowed?

Post C3E89

Laudna and Imogen get another chance to talk once they are on their split-party mission, and Orym is caught in the middle. Yes this is titled from the vine, I wanted to play with Imodna from an outside perspective cause they definetely get lost in their own little world and romanticize things that are probably horrifying to onlookers, gotta love some untrustworthy narration. Enjoy!

Orym watched as the nerves settled in to each of his friends. The weight of the world would be enough to drive anyone over the edge, not to mention the weight of another smaller -but no less significant- planet.

They all carried it differently.

Fearne’s ears gave her away, twitching and following each little sound. Ashton leaned a little heavier onto his hammer when he stood for too long, and his brow was hardly ever relaxed. Chetney’s hands had developed a slight tremor, evidenced by his increased frustration while carving. FCG was hard to read, but his emotion wheel was nearly always verging on “exterminate” rather than “smiley” which was definetely something to keep an eye on. Imogen and Laudna were an odd pair, one crackling with light and the other weaving darkness, it only ever balanced out when they were touching, which they had been doing less and less of.

“So let me get this straight,” Ashton huffed, “we’re splitting up.”

“Yeah, that way we can cover more ground.” Imogen responded tersely. She had chewed off her pinkie and thumb nails and had taken off her gloves to continue, almost mindlessly as she paced the earthen chamber. They had already ruled out the assassination mission, against Orym’s hope that she at least be there for whatever happened. He, Chetney, Imogen, and Laudna were set on the infiltration mission, while the others were decided to join Ira for an explosive distraction.

“It’ll work out Ash, it has to.” He spoke up, squaring his shoulders. “You guys do what you do best, and we’ll do the same. Play to your strengths.”

Something flashed in Ashton’s gaze before he rolled his eyes with a laugh. “Right, the time-bombs vs the high-strungs.”

“I would say poor choice of words but you literally blew up.” Laudna chimed in, spindly fingers ghosting over her neck, Imogen glared at him from behind her.

“Shit, sorry Laudna.”

“It’s alright, it was funny.” She spoke over Imogens “Not funny.”

Orym sat vigil as Imogen curled in on herself, eyes glazed as she watched the violet flickering orb of her magical light dance between them. Their party had split off that morning to infiltrate and gather as much intel as they could before finally reporting back to Exandria. They were almost done, but the pressure had only increased. Especially now that they needed to spend the night in the underground network of tunnels near their target. They were meant to be back by now, and they would lose their telepathic communication soon without Letters nearby. It was all getting messy, but they had determined that it was safer to take it slow. Somewhere nearby, Fearne, FCG, and Ashton were waiting with Ira for their signal.

They are safe. Everything is stable. He reminded himself.

He had been first to offer to watch while the rest started their nights rest, but Imogen lingered as if her light was a fire that needed stoking.

You wanna talk about it? He spoke directly in to her mind to not disturb the others. It took her a minute to respond.

Bout’ how my momma might be dead right now? How if I close my eyes I might see her walk into that storm? How it’ll be the last time I ever see her. How I could’ve probably changed her mind but chose not to?

You couldn’t have changed her mind, not overnight.

Imogen looked at the ceiling, tilting her head back to suppress her tears.… I know it. That’s the worst part. She never would’ve chosen me over them. Not without a lot of talkin’ and time we don’t have.

War is full of ugliness and pain, I’m sorry you have to experience it, but you aren’t alone. You have us, we may be broken but we’re your family too, and we chose you. He gestured to the weathered grey fur of Chetney and to where Laudna lay curled up further away. Us and your spooky lady. We love you.

She smiled a little at that. Thanks Orym.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, listening to the soft snores of the old werewolf. Imogen’s eyes were noticeably drawn to the huddled form of her girlfriend just at the edge of the purple glow.

Can I ask how it’s going with you guys?

We’re alright. We talked earlier about everything and we probably still need to talk more but it’ll have to wait.

Yeah, I think a lot of us are holding out for a breather to delve into our stuff.

Some things are easier to postpone, my momma not so much, Delilah too, I just wish she wasn’t there all the gods-damned time.

Is it really constant?

Well, ‘ts what Laudna said anyway, she’s been getting stronger, she even spoke out loud to me and Fearne. Imogen grumbled. Cant stand it…knowing that ragged nasty old bitch is whispering horseshit in her ear and watching all our time together. Makes me not wanna do any…private stuff.

Orym snorted but paused and looked thoughtful for a moment. You know that’s exactly what Delilah wants, right?

Us not doing stuff?

Not just that, she needs Laudna to feel isolated…unlovable…it’s much easier to overpower someone with nothing to live for, she would definitely want to separate you two as much as possible.

Orym thanked every deity he could think of that he was friends with Imogen Temult and not at the receiving end of her power as she shot to her feet.

“That fuckin’ cunt.” She hissed out loud, turning to go to Laudna. Thanks Orym.

Orym chuckled and let his head fall back. “Yep.”

The glowing orb trailed after her, shifting its lavender spotlight onto the couple and leaving him in total darkness.

He couldn’t help but watch as they reunited; Laudna jolting upright to check on her, before furrowing her brow and pulling Imogen into her arms. Orym could only guess what Imogen could have possibly said that had Laudna wrapping around her like a spider keen on its prey. The darkness around them drew closer and the warlocks form blurred, growing in size and shuddering as her bones cracked and grew jagged bark. Her shadows licked and played around the perimeter of Imogen’s light, casting a ghostly lightshow accross the cavern wall near them.

His grip tightened on his sword hilt. He still wasn’t used to her unique display of power, and his gut often told him he was in serious danger even if it wasn’t aimed at him. He had started deferring to Imogen in those moments, to gauge the appropriate response.

The sorcerer slipped into the dark embrace without a seconds hesitation. She held on for a long moment before she drew away just enough to pull Laudna’s distorted face down to her own, hands stained black.

He nearly blushed at the raw intimacy of it all. The urge to reach under your partners skin and make a home amongst their bones was usually, he hoped, a purely poetic notion. They were in a unique position, literally, he couldn’t quite make out what was happening so he figured it wasn’t his business.

After a few minutes he glanced back to see imogen blushing and smiling like a smitten teenager, lips smeared dark, as she swayed into Laudna’s -now relatively normal- form. They were still impossibly close, but their magics had calmed, pastel purples blending into shadowy void. He heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing the lilting crone of Laudna’s laugh echo across the cavern. As they settled into their nest of blankets, Imogen’s residual dancing light faded to a dim glow before disappearing altogether, reducing Oryms perception to just his keen ears.

He really wished it hadn’t. It didn’t take long for the pair to start muttering and whispering again. He did his best not to eavesdrop, but it quickly took a tense turn, and he felt a deeply unsettling energy radiating from their direction. The normal darkness turned into something deeper, a chill skirted up his arms, and their whispers distorted to be unrecognizable and nightmarish. He wondered if Laudna had even noticed all the ways magic flowed from her, or if Imogen had grown so accustomed that she hardly took note. He was on his feet and stepping towards them when a voice broke above the din.

“No you fuckin’ aren’t!”

He nearly groaned. They were supposed to be keeping quiet and covert, not infighting. If this came to blows they would be in for a world of problems.

A light flared to life and shot towards him. He froze, preparing for his worst eventualities to unfold, until it stopped just above his head. It was one of Imogen’s, and it swayed slightly, seemingly attached to him this time.

Thanks , uh, could you guys k-

She interrupted him with a frustrated growl.

“Nope. Not messing with that.” He muttered to himself and sat back where he was before. Luckily, things slowly returned to normal, the room regaining its very faint light from the outside, and the couple quieting down for long enough that he knew they were finally asleep. He walked over and kicked Chetney lightly to switch watches with him.

Imogen wanted nothing more than to fall into a dreamless sleep, but she had a point to make first.

“Laudna?…hun? You awake?” She whispered into her lovers mind as she took a careful step towards the slight lump in their bedroll, shedding her outer layers that smelled like ozone and earth.

Laudna shot upright, concern pinching her features. “Are you alright darling?”

“Are you?”

“Can’t seem to close my eyes.”

“Well that never stopped you before.” Imogen teased.

“Imogen…?” Laudna regarded her with caution as the intensity in her eyes sharpened and locked on to her with a faint blush.

“I love you.”

“I love you t-“ The air burst from her chest as Imogen crashed into her.

“I love all o’ you.” She whispered. “Just as you are right now, okay?”

Laudna could only mumble incoherently, balking under the sudden attention as Imogen closed her eyes, happily tucked against her collarbone.

The cold seeped around them, Laudna’s aura enveloping her just before her arms followed suit. “I love you when you’re all creepy and dark.” Imogen took a deep inhale of petrichor and cedar, her hands sliding along the delicate architecture sprouting along Laudna’s spine as it shifted to accommodate her.

All Laudna could do was squeeze her eyes shut and try desperately to believe the woman in her arms.

“All your gore too.” Warm fingers traced ink across pallid skin. “You’re so beautiful Laudna, inside and out, an’ I would know cause I’ve seen it all.” She pulled her down into a slow kiss, hands smoothing her hair as twigs and leaves fell away to oil softened tresses. “I don’t love you in spite of Delilah, I love who you are in spite of her. You’re kind, and joyful, and crafty, and you love kids and you’re always eager to help cheer people up, even when everythin’ is just awful, and I’m gonna sundre that witch for ever thinking she could dim your spark.”

Laudna’s grip on her tightened with a strength that defied her willowy form. Imogen buried her head back into her now-soft skin and pressed a light kiss to her neck.

“I wanna have a farm with horses and two babies with purple eyes and black hair and a dog and some barn cats, and I want the worst thing that happens in a month to be us runnin’ outta eggs.”

Laudna gasped a breath as her ribs settled back in to place, her shock nearly choking her. “Imogen…” she cradled her face gently, dark eyes wide in awe. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Everything is okay, I promise, I just figured some shit out and I wanted to tell you.”

“I-okay.” Laudna wiped tear tracks from warm freckled cheeks as her own dripped from her jaw. “I want that life too. More than anything. It would be my deepest honor to share that with you.”

“Then it’s decided.” Imogen hiccuped and laughed softly. “Did you still wanna sleep?”

“Will you join me?”

“Can I hold you?”

“Please.” Laudna’s voice was small, but her shy smile remained as she bumped their noses and prestidigitated the tears and ichor away.

“Aw.” Imogen mumbled. “I like when it stains me.”

Laudna laughed bright and carefree, pulling Imogen in for another kiss. “You’re strange, my love.”

“Oh I like the sound of that.” Imogen purred.

My love. Mine.

Laudna giggled, delirious with affection, and pulled Imogen down into their bedroll. Imogen rolled onto her back and tugged Laudna’s head to her shoulder, hooking her own legs over Laudna’s, fingers slipping into her hair to scratch gently at her scalp. Her other hand soothed along the arm around her waist until the usual chill had melted away under her careful attention. Laudna sighed again and sunk deeper onto her.

“Alright?” Imogen whispered.

“The children… our children, if we somehow figure out how to have them, rather than adopt, they might be different than you imagined.” Laudna whispered after a moment.

“What like purple hair and black eyes instead? Maybe we’ll get lucky and get one of each.”

“Or a…teifling.” Laudna added.

Imogen held her a little tighter. “Oh! That would be interesting.”

“You’re not opposed?”

“We could always adopt. But, I would be honored to have your little teifling babies, or hells, maybe they’ll be little patè’s- I don’t care one bit darlin- they’ll be ours.”

Laudna clutched at her chest and squeezed her eyes shut. “Okay!” She managed.

“Shit, was that too much?”

“No!” Laudna hid her face in Imogen’s neck. “This all feels like a wonderful dream that will only end in horrid dissapointment.”

“Why would you say that? We’ve come this far havent we?”

“It’s not real .” She began, “I mean -I’m not real- I’m not alive, anything good that happens is simply a nice sentence in my epilogue.” She spoke in a flippant way, whether it was because she believed it, or because it was too painful to say sincerely, either way it made Imogen’s chest ache. A chill traced her spine, and up the back of her neck.

“Don’t you dare say that. I am not a dream.”

“No. You’re far better than anything I could’ve possibly imagined.”

“Don’t get sweet on me after saying this ain’t real.”

Laudna flinched, “I’m a ghost, darling.” She whispered.

“No you fuckin’ aren’t!”

Orym cleared his throat from somewhere in the shadows. Imogen threw a glowing orb his way and turned back to Laudna. “You listen to me. Your heart beats. You have dreams and hobbies and passions. You have a whole-ass girlfriend sitting in front of you, kissin’ on you and talking about making a family. You. Are. Alive.”

“That life wasn’t meant to be mine.”

“Says who? You think you’re just meant to be a hollow shell for a necromancer to puppet? That’s why you were born? You think you haven’t suffered enough to earn a little good?” Imogen huffed and set her glare in the taller woman who was currently curled in on herself. “You think Letters isn’t worthy of love? A family? A future? Just cause his life came about a little differently? Cause he’s two old to feel as young as he does? Cause sometimes he gets the urge to do bad things cause a’ how he was made?”

“Of course not!”

“Well you’re no different.”

Laudna’s eyes darted around, welling up with cloudy tears. “Well, I never thought about it like that.”

Imogen shifted to hold her face, “You deserve this hun, all the good and the weird and the beautiful, you’re just as alive as any of us and shit, you’ll probably even outlive some of us.”

“I should hope not.”

“At least Chetney.”

“…I can live with that.”

They watched eachother in the near darkness, taking a moment to breath as the tension finally faded and the roar behind Imogen’s ears dimmed.

“I’m not letting you go.” Imogen reaffirmed.

Laudna smiled sadly but kissed her forehead. “I hope not, nor I, you.”

“Good.” The last of Imogen’s anger left her in a few hot tears that pressed into cold skin as they hugged and swayed for a long moment.

“Shall we try sleeping again?” Laudna murmured.

Imogen waited until she was almost sure Laudna was asleep before whispering softly. “I’m afraid I’ll see my momma walk into the storm.”

Laudna made a pained noise and cradled her closer. “I’m so sorry dear.”

“It’s alright, really, she’s easier to let go of now that I know more.”

“It’s very much not alright. It’s entirely fucked and horrible. But I’ll be right here the entire time you’re asleep, you won’t be alone for a second, I swear it.”

“Alright.”

#imodna #critical role #imogen temult #laudna #c3e89 #critical role spoilers #critrole #orym of the air ashari #cr orym #my fics

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