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Summary: After suffering a minor head injury during a match, the reader runs into Matt. The two chat for a moment before the reader almost passes out, and Taven hurries to help her.

"Crap." You gasp as Skye hits you square i the sternum with a nasty kick. 

The AEW crowd is rambunctious as you and Skye go at it in the ring. You and Julia's protege trade blows that have the crowd and commentary team out of their minds. Fatigue starts to set in, your chest heaving as you try and suck in enough breath to get you through this last stand. But Skye gets the better of you. 

You fall onto your back with a hard 'thud' and the last bit of energy you have is knocked out of you. Skye flashes a wicked grin and goes for the pin. Your head spins as the bell rings and Skye lifts herself off of you. 

Skye gets her hand raised and you roll out of the ring with a groan. You roll to the floor and pick yourself up to your feet. "Damnit." You huff to yourself and trudge up the ramp. 

Your back aches and head pounds as you make your way through the tunnel. All you can think about is how you've just racked up another loss on your record. You let out a pathetic sigh and make your way down to the trainers room to get your back and head looked at. Just to be safe. 

You are heading back to the trainers room when you happen upon Matt Taven and Mike Bennett loitering outside the room. "Bennett? Taven? What are you two doing out here?" You stop in front of them. 

"YN, hey." Matt greets you first. "I could ask the same about you." He grins. "We're waiting for Roderick to get his ribs taped up. What about you?" He asks you. "You alright?" 

"Yeah yeah." You nod. "I bumped my head in my match with Skye." You explain. "Figured I'd get checked out just to be safe." 

Matt and Mike both nod. "Right. Smart." Matt muses. "Roderick should be done soon. So it shouldn't be a long wait." He adds. "Did you at least win the match?" He asks you. 

"Ha! No!" You scoff. "No, I've been on quite a loosing streak as of late." You rub the back of your neck. 

"Aw, that's too bad." Matt replies. "Im sure you'll pick it up soon, YN." He assures you. 

You nod in thanks and take notice that your head is beginning to hurt a bit worse than it did before. Your forehead pounds and you begin to feel a bit lightheaded. 

"Hey, are you sure that you're alright, YN?" Matt asks you. "You're looking a bit pale all of a sudden." He steps toward you. 

"Yeah, now that you mention it." You nod, legs beginning to wobble under you. "Hmm. I...oof." 

Matt watches your legs begin to give out under you. He rushes forward and manages to catch you before you completely fall. With one swift movement Matt hauls you up into his arms. Mike gets the door and Matt ushers you inside. 

"Hey! Can we get some help?" Matt calls for the trainers. "YN said that she hit her head in her match with Skye. Then she almost fainted while waiting out in the hall." He explains. 

You're ushered onto an exam table and checked out by the medical staff. Matt steps back out into the hall to give you some privacy. Mike and Roderick are both waiting for him when he steps back into the hallway. 

"You ready to head out?" Mike pushes off the wall as Matt comes out of the trainers room. 

"Yeah." Roderick nods. "My match with Trent is in like 10 minutes." He adds. 

Matt nods but hesitates to move. His mind wanders to you back in the trainers room. He lingers and Mike laughs at him. "Ooo it looks like Matt's got a crush!" He teases his friend. 

"Its alright." Roderick rolls his eyes and pats Matt on the back. "You hang back and wait for YN. Mike and I can handle Trent." 

"Thanks, man." Matt nods. 

Mike and Roderick head out for Roddy's match. Matt leans against the wall and waits for you to come out of the trainers room. 

About 15 minutes later the door to the trainers room clicks open and you step out into the hall. Matt perks up and greets you. 

"YN, hey. What did they say? Are you alright?" He asks you. 

"Matt, hey. I didn't know you were still out here. Were you waiting for me?" You ask him. 

Matt rubs the back of his neck but nods. "Yeah, I was kind of worried about you." He admits. "You scared me a bit back there. Nodding off on me." He smiles in a joking manner. 

"Oh!" You reply. "Sorry about that. But thanks too." You add. "For catching me and all." 

"Yeah, of course." Matt nods. "You want me to walk you back to the locker room?" He offers. 

You nod, a small smile playing on your face. "Yeah, that'd be nice. Thanks. They told me no concussion. But that I should take it easy for a few days." You explain. 

"That's good." Matt smiles and the two of you head off to the locker room. 

You and Matt head down to the locker rooms and chat all the way down there. You come to a stop at your locker room door and turn toward Matt. 

"Well, thanks for walking me back here, Matt." You smile at him. 

"Yeah yeah." Matt nods. "Take care, YN." He smiles at you and goes to walk off. 

You linger at your locker room door, hand on the doorknob. After a moment you turn around. "Matt! Hey, wait!" You call after him. 

"Hmm?" Matt turns around. "Yeah, YN?" 

"Hey, would you maybe want to grab a bite to eat after the show?" You ask Matt hopefully. 

Matt clams up for a second, a look of surprise on his face. "Yeah, I'd love that!" He nods. "I have to check-in with the guys first. But I can meet you here after the show?" He suggests. 

"Sure. Works for me." You agree. "Im looking forward to it." You smile at him. 

Comfort <33

BE WHO YOU ARE FOR YOUR PRIDEEEE

Fandom: Rings of Power Pairing: Haladriel/Saurondriel Rating: E Words: 4510 Summary: “There were few materials that Halbrand had not worked with in one way or another. As a former Maia of Aulë, the master of craftsmanship, he had studied the elements of the world and learnt how to bend them to his will. During his time in Arda, he had never come across a material that could not be reworked into something more useful, more beautiful, more perfect, until the night Galadriel asked him to braid her hair.”

Two days before the Númenóreans set sail for Middle-earth, Galadriel comes to Halbrand with a request. They both try to keep their attraction under control. Neither of them succeeds.

Blessed are the five fic writers who write for Arondir x Reader

Hey! Sorry for all the asks, but I've recently started writing an Elden Ring fanfic regarding the Outer Gods from the perspective of a pre-Shattering Golden Order scholar, I would love if you read it and gave some feedback! https://archiveofourown.org/works/44125905/chapters/110956557

Hey, it’s all good, fam!

I just read the chapters and wow! Anon this is great! I adore lore-central fics, so I’m already drawn in by the little scholar’s journey you have set up! It really adds a sense of world-building. I also loved seeing a different side of Marika being portrayed. It’s all very intriguing right away. Your display of commoners knowing next to nothing about the Outer Gods is perfect. I feel the sense of scale and mystery of the Lands Between when reading. Great job!

And now I hope my rough ideas can help a bit with the process for designing the Outer Gods. I wish I had added a bit more honestly, haha. I would just have to really sit and think about it.

But I appreciate you sending me this! I will be keeping an eye out for updates, and I am excited to see how you portray the Outer Gods :)

I literally just want some good For Honor/Elden ring fanfiction.

Is that too much to ask?! I’ve searched far and wide for any good for honor fan fiction. It’s fucking bullshit.

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a fever you can't sweat out

title: a fever you can't sweat out

rating: nc-17

fandom: ring of honor, all elite wrestling, impact wrestling

pairing: chris sabin/jay white, chris sabin/jay white/alex shelley

content: explicit sexual content, safer sex, daddy kink, rimming, oral sex, blow job, Dom/sub, aftercare, overstimulation, pwp, anal fingering/sex, beard burn, praise kink

summary: chris and jay have a moment together.

notes: inspired by this picture. beard!chris is hot and also bb!jay bc why not. set during the search and destroy era.

𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝓒𝓛16

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

summary: Kika and Pierre invite you to their engagement party where you meet her and Pierre’s friends from F1, specifically, a certain handsome Monegasque driver.

playlist: ♫ gorgeous ♪ delicate ♬ i think he knows ♡ you are in love

author's note: Hello everyone! Please be patient as this will be my first fanfic/au. Anyway, this would be part of a series, and each song from the playlist above would be the title of a chapter. I still don't know what to call the series, so if you have any suggestions, please send them my way. Anyway, thanks for reading, and enjoy the story! ✧･ﾟ:૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა✧･ﾟ:

chapter warnings: a lot of swearing.

word count: 1.7k

disclaimer: All characters and events in this story, even those based on real people, are entirely fictional.

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Your car pulled up in front of the restaurant’s door. Your security guard got out of the shotgun seat and opened your car door. Everyone started to go crazy when they saw you. The lights of the paparazzi’s camera flicking every millisecond, trying to get a photo of every move you make. There’s security on your left and right, protecting you.

The door to the restaurant opened and there was a receptionist holding a clipboard.

"Y/F/N Y/L/N." You smile as you look at her. Their eyes widen and mouth gaped before gesturing for you to go follow the usher. You took an elevator and got off on the rooftop. You walked in and looked around, amazed at the beauty of the place. There were a lot of tables and booths, some afloat on water. There's a lot of people and caterers walking around with food and drinks.

Everyone is dressed in semi-formal attire which made you sigh in relief for your outfit. You are wearing a sparkly sleeveless jumpsuit that showed off your curves and just a bit of your skin.

As you made your way into the party, there were a lot of familiar faces. Celebrities, actors, athletes. You saw Kika and Pierre in a booth in the middle.

"Show me the ring!" You scream as soon as you see your best friend. She turns around and laughs at you.

"Well, hello to you too!" She giggles as the two of you hug. You pull away quickly to see her left hand. A big diamond rock sitting on her ring finger.

"Wow. You sure have taste, Gasly, I'll give you that." You smirked at Pierre and hugged him too.

"Congratulations, you guys! So, am I a bridesmaid?" You joke at Kika, fluttering your eyelashes. You have been best friends for 3 years now, having met at a Louis Vuitton fashion show during Paris Fashion Week. Since then, you and Kika were inseparable. You both understood and supported each other.

"Cut the crap. You know you're maid of honor." She says smirking.

"Oh my god! I love you so much!" You scream and wrap your arms around her. You’ve never been a maid of honor and somewhere in the back of your mind, a memory clicked. You remembered that you and Kika promised to be each other’s maid of honor.

The couple laughs at your reaction and Kika tells you she’ll set up a meeting soon about the wedding, she’s going to be needing help. You nod right away. The grooms are always no help when planning a wedding. Just then, a guy comes up from behind you and greets them.

"Speaking of, here's the best man!" Pierre walks closer to him and does that guy hug thing. The mysterious man was slightly taller than Pierre and was wearing a white unbuttoned shirt and some khaki shorts. He looked good.

"Charles!” Kika greeted. Charl? Is he French? It's the French that don't pronounce the "s" at the end of their names, right?

He kisses Kika's cheeks while he and Pierre talk a bit in French and laugh. You didn't realize you were staring until Kika introduced you to him.

"Y/N, this is Charles, he'll be Pierre's best man." Kika says and you turn to face him. He kind of has a boyish face but his piercing green eyes and stubble that ran from chin to jaw makes him look mature. He looked gorgeous.

"Hi, I’m Charles." He says while extending his hand. He looks into your eyes while talking to you and you almost melted. You shyly look at your hands and look back again at his eyes, to see that he didn’t remove his gaze. Those eyes. How wonderful it would be to get lost in them.

"I’m Y/N." You smile shyly. You were getting shy. You never get shy. You always had the upper hand and was very confident in yourself when meeting new people. But somehow, someway, you can’t say anything.

You take his hand and shake it. You felt like you were drugged when your hands met. It put you on a high, one you want to be in for the rest of your life.

“So happy to finally meet you. You know, they always talk about you and sing your songs, especially Pierre.” Charles says, to make small talk and show that he is friendly and approachable.

“Oh, does he know? He always says my songs are cheesy.” You say while smirking at Pierre, Kika laughing her ass off. “Although I do have a video of him dancing to You Belong With Me.”

Kika’s eyes widen immediately, and the couple looks at each other. Pierre’s face is red from embarrassment. He exclaims, “You told me you didn’t send her the video!”

While the two bickered, you didn’t notice Charles was now standing closer to you. “You know, I would love to have a copy of that video,” He whispers. He was so close that you could smell his perfume.

Before you could reply, Kika is shoo-ing the guys. “Anyway, me and Y/N are gonna do some girl talk now.”

“Look for me later if you want the video.” You whisper to Charles, and he smirks before leaving with Pierre. Charles turns around and winks at you. It caught you off guard, but you smiled. When he looks away and turns back around, you look at Kika and see she was on her phone. Oh my god. The greatest thing that has ever happened to you and your best friend was on her fucking phone.

Kika looks up on her phone and was about to talk to you when she gets dragged into another booth. She looks at you and mouths, “Later.” But you wave her off, you know you can’t hog the host of the party.

You roamed around the party talking to everyone but Charles. You caught up with Kika’s friends; some you met before, some you haven’t. You got along with the other bridesmaids which erased the worry from the back of your mind that you might not get along.

One group of girls were calling themselves “WAGS” and laughing. It seemed like an inside joke, so you whispered to Kika, “What the fuck is a WAG?” and she laughs.

“Wives and girlfriends of professional athletes.” Your face scrunched up in disgust and she nodded her head. “I know, right?”

Good thing Kika was there to tell you that the girls who were calling themselves WAGS are in a relationship with F1 drivers. Kelly and Max, Carmen and George, Heidi and Daniel, Sara and Lance, Lily and Alex, Louise and Kevin, and Egle and Nico.

Some of Pierre’s single friends did try to hit on you, though. But you brushed them off and established being friends with them when they tried to ask you out.

While talking to everyone, you forgot to count how many shots and drinks you’ve been taking. You realized that you were drunk when as you were going to the bathroom, you didn’t take time to adjust to the dimmed lighting and you missed a step and almost fell. Thankfully, a pair of arms came out of nowhere and caught you.

“Est-ce que ça va, mon amour?" Are you okay, love? Charles. You talked to everyone in this party, and this voice you only heard for five minutes but instantly recognize it. He picks you up and you both try to steady yourself.

“Oui, merci.” Yes, thank you. Based on the context of you falling, you assumed that he asked if you were alright. You giggled as you tried your hardest to copy his accent, even though you were flat out drunk.

You lost your balance again and Charles gently set you down to sit on one of the steps. One of his hands going to the small of your back, careful not to hit your back.

Once you were settled, he squats in front of you, a shocked look on his face. He asks, “Tu parles français?" You speak French?

With the dimmed lighting and how close your faces are, you can see just how perfect his face is. He looks like a god.

“What?” You gave up. Your knowledge of the French language only limited to “yes”, “thank you” and “I love you.”

“You understand?” His Monegasque French accent lingering when he talks in English. His grammar is fucking adorable.

“No, I just know a few phrases from travelling to France.” You smile sheepishly. Leaning your head on the wall, “Is it good, though?”

“Yes, yes. Your accent almost fooled me.” He smiles at you. Your stomach is feeling crazy. Is this what it feels like when they say they “have butterflies in their stomach?” Because this feels like a fucking zoo.

“So, I haven’t seen you all night. Have you been ignoring me?” He asks you. You can’t tell if he’s flirting or if it’s a genuine question.

“Hmmm, maybe?” You took a chance and flirted with him. Pretending like you were ignoring his eyes and then looking at him and laughing.

“Why? What did I do?” He pouts. I think he knows that he’s beautiful. Otherwise, he would not have any confidence in pouting in front of a girl, right?

“Hmm, didn’t I tell you to look for me? And not the other way around?” You reminded him.

“Ahh, yes. My apologies, cheri.” He apologizes. His metallic rings startling your warm skin as he takes your right hand and kisses it. You were shocked, eyes wide.

“Can you forgive me, mon amour?” He takes your left hand and kisses it too. With his puppy eyes, he leans closer, still holding both of your hands near his lips.

“I- I-” He looked so gorgeous; you couldn’t say anything. He caught you off guard and your tongue couldn’t form any word. Your brain having a hard time comprehending what was happening.

You nodded your head and he smiled at you. You knew that he was thinking that he had the upper hand, but right now, while he is holding your hands and his face so close to yours, you didn’t mind.

"Apology accepted, mon amour." You try to copy him. His eyes shine when he hears you talk in his mother tongue.

"I have to ask, do you really want Pierre's video, or do you just want my number?" You smirk at him. You try to catch him off guard but he chuckles and smirks back at you.

"Can't a man have both?"

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───── `✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃 LYNEY THOUGHTS...

✩: Wrote this lil thing so the Lyney enjoyers don't starve (I need a 200k wc fanfic with this gremlin in it) while I work on pt 2 of Love Sick （pt.2 of lovesick is out btw!)

✩: Lyney x gn!reader (intended, I sincerely apologize if not, please message me if you find any mistakes in terms of this topic! I will do my best to improve my writing :D), short,

✩: I love you if you got the reference between the image and some of the lines <3

✩"Watch carefully now, blink, and you might miss it."

✩ Lyney thoughts that feed my delusional brain include...

✩ Lyney who falls in love with you the moment he first sets his lavender eyes on you. He thinks you're far by the most breathtaking person he's ever had the honor to lay eyes on. ✩ Lyney who without hesitation asks you out on the spot. Resulting in you looking at him as if he just grew a second head. ✩ Lyney who falls even harder when you reject him (he knows he's corny, but you were just that ethereal?!) while you try explaining why you couldn't just date someone you just met like 30 seconds ago?  "Um but I don't even know you-"   "My name's Lyney. I have 2 siblings, Lynette and Freminet. And my birthday is February the 2nd. See you know me now right? So how about that date?" ✩ Lyney who continuously visits you at your workplace. Popping his head through the door and soon becoming a familiar face in the shop. ✩  Lyney who has that magician rizz and famous person privileges, which he uses to his advantage to somehow (?) make your co-workers agree to let him come into your office? ✩  Lyney who waltzes to your desk to sit near your workplace and talk to you all day. Who could blame him? You were the most perfect person in the world (in his eyes at least).  ✩  Lyney who just starts hiding random presents for you everywhere. You found a miniature grin-malkin cat in your bag once which exploded into doves the moment you touched it. But the presents also included magnificent flowers, each hand-picked by the blonde magician himself (the flowers meanings were also carefully picked out as well, who did you think Lyney was? Some uncultured brute who didn't know how to impress someone?)  ✩  Lyney who uses 'magic' to remind you about that date offer. You'd find a slip of paper in your pockets saying "how about that date?" He once gave you a latte with poorly scribbled words on the foam (kind of like latte words? Is that even a thing?) saying "Will you go on a date with me?" He even went as far as to ring your doorbell to deliver a toilet paper roll with the words  "Roses are red violets are blue, consider going on a date with me, will you?" drawn on to every sheet of it. (He's trying okay) ✩ Lyney who nearly cries tears of joy when you finally agree to the date. "Really? No take backs okay? But don't worry I'll make sure you won't regret a single second of your decision." he simpers. ✩ Lyney who, true to his word, planned out the most romantic date you had ever been on. Showing you marvelous magic tricks he invented just for you, taking you to a lovely rolling meadow full of rainbow roses to go star gazing. With a flick of his wand, a picnic blanket was laid out and on top of it was the most mouth watering selection of food you had ever seen. From local dishes to foreign ones, this man had prepared it all. Just for you <3 ✩ Lyney who felt like the luckiest man in the world when you gave him a little peck on the lips, telling him you were looking forward to the next date. He heads home with a giddy expression on his face, practically illuminating half the nation with his aura. (I just know Lynette looked at him weird when he came home looking like that) ✩  Lyney who just loves you so much he would do anything for you. "I would do anything for you, if you want the moon I'll scoop it right out of the sky. All you need to do is ask." ✩ Lyney who has your wedding certificates already printed. What? It's not his fault that you're so lovable. Right? ✩ Lyney who whines how he wants your caskets to be buried next to each other (if possible he wants you two to be in the same casket) ✩ Lyney who would leave a flower with a card attached to it every day.  Each card containing a unique poem he composed himself, talking about his unwavering adoration for you. ✩ Lyney who's just a silly little goober that's down bad for you. 

✩ Lyney who waits for you while you're tying your shoes. Sometimes even tying them for you (much to your embarrassment) 

✩ Lyney who carries you bridal style, whether you're taller or shorter than him, it doesn't matter! 

✩ Lyney who intertwines pinkies with you in public, because he's worried you'll get lost. Like he isn't the one that goes wandering off. ✩ Lyney who rants about how perfect you are to his siblings. A string of never ending compliments run out of his mouth "They are like the sun, I wouldn't even have to look at them to notice their presence-" "Oh for the last time Lyney, It's 4 AM!" ✩ Lyney who like to relentlessly tease you whenever he gets the chance to. Putting a finger up to your lips as you lean in for a kiss. Smirking and cooing at your expression. ✩ Just Lyney who loves you to the moon and back <3

@cat-toess 2023 please do not plagiarize or copy on other sites <3 Reblogs are appreciated, but please give credit :D if you have feedback please refrain from being offensive <3

Extra note: I forgot to tag this when I first posted it- 😞

COMMISSIONS HAVE RETURNED!

Sorry to make you wait, but I'm back now! commissions are OPEN once again! As usual, I'll be opening 5 SLOTS with a max of 3k words apiece. Fanfiction, original work, and nonfiction are all okay! See below for details, preferred series, discounts, and prior examples. Enjoy!!!

WILL WRITE: fanfic, OCs, character/reader, analytical nonfiction, original concepts, furries, existing fic canons, omegaverse, kink, original stories, etc.

WILL NOT WRITE: Incest, adult/child relationships, raceplay, etc.

FAVORED SHIPS (no discount, but ones I’m very familiar with and can do most efficiently):

-Any f/f ship for Soulsborne/Elden Ring

-Suletta/Miorine (Gundam Witch)

-Noi/Nikaido (Dorohedoro)

-Rem/Misa (Death Note)

-Kyomami/Madohomu (PMMM)

-Any F/F Mass Effect ship (shiara gets a bonus)

DISCOUNTS ($5/1k words off for any comm of these ships):

-Reinhard/Kircheis or any f/f ship for LOGH

-Mireille/Kirika (Noir) or Nadie/Ellis (Cazador)

-Integra/Seras (Hellsing)

-Femshep/Liara (Mass Effect)

-Any F/F ship (Murcielago)

-Warmonger/Shaman (For Honor)

(There are plenty of other things I’m happy to write, so don’t feel limited by that list! If you’re curious about whether or not I’m familiar with a piece of media, don’t hesitate to shoot me a message and find out!)

Some examples of previous commissions:

Some examples of previous commissions:

SFW: “The Lives That I Have Loved (And Actions I Have Hated)” (Rennala/Marika) https://archiveofourown.org/works/45324904

NSFW: “Not Yet Forsaken” (Lae'zel/Shadowheart) https://archiveofourown.org/works/49949596/chapters/126109429

Tips are appreciated but not required, and signal boosting this post is always a huge help! Feel free to lmk if you have any questions or want to reserve a slot! I look forward to writing for you :D

hi idk if your still doing requests but can I request ( this is super angsty btw!) a Clarisse fanfic where the reader is the daughter of Poseidon and there like absolutely in love with eachother like soulmates but then the reader dies during the war and clarisse can’t handle it and dies too like Romeo and Juliet

Hi! Thank you so much for your request!! Hopefully you like it :)) My requests are also still open for every fandom I write for!

Main Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187, @nyx2021, @thestarspangledcaptain, @kmc1989

Percy Jackson Taglist: @niktwazny303

Clarisse La Rue Taglist: @peanutbelley, @abbersreads

Clarisse loved you and you loved her, it had always been as simple as that. It was a known fact around camp, that the only person that could calm Clarisse down or make her smile brighter than the sun was you, the daughter of Poseidon.

Being demigods was a challenge in itself, but when the war started it became even trickier, filled with losses. By the second week of the war there were more flowers surrounding camp half-blood then students in it, to honor the lost ones. Because even if they were forgettable in the eyes of the Gods, they weren’t in the eyes of their fellow half-bloods. 

It had been tough for Clarisse and you, juggling the war, your friends, your siblings and yourselves but you had gotten through it. Clarisse had been your rock during everything, and you couldn’t imagine a world without her, it would be like everything was wrong. 

“We need to be careful,” Clarisse whispers in the early sunshine of the morning, running her fingers along your skin.

“We will, it will all be alright Clar,” you tell her, hoping to reassure the Ares girl, she had lost one of her half-siblings the day before and it had taken a toll on her. 

“Let’s hope our fathers will protect us,” she whispers, like a child scared of saying something, as if saying it out loud would jinx it. 

“They will, just like the Gods will try to help us if they can,” you whisper back, even if deep down you know that it isn’t true, that the Gods will turn a blind eye on everything that happened and on every child that lost their lives in their feud.

You don’t know how long the both of you stay there, lying in each other’s arms and whispering sweet nothings but you enjoy it, basking in the love that surrounds you.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but we need to go,” you suddenly hear Percy say, and you turn around to find your little brother looking at you with a sad smile. He looked so much older already then when you first met him two years ago, a part of you feels sad that he already had to go through so much at a young age. But he had his mother, Sally Jackson, who had seen you as her daughter from the moment she met you. 

“We’ll be there in five minutes,” Clarisse tells him, and he nods in agreement before softly closing the door and letting you change.

You do your usual routine, helping each other getting ready while exchanging kisses through it all and before you know it you need to leave to help the others.

The battlefield is a mess, people screaming left and right, monsters running after children who are far too young to be here. You don’t have time to take out your sword before Clarisse kisses you softly on the mouth.

“I’ll see you later?”, she whispers, and you nod in agreement, a loving smile on your lips.

“See you later,” you tell her before kissing her back and whispering a soft I love you. 

You see Percy in the distance but before you are able to go towards him a minotaur steps into your vision and you get ready to kill some more monsters, hoping desperately that these will be your last ones. It’s a long time before you get a minute to breathe, trying to ignore the ringing in your ears and looking around for someone you know. 

Percy looks tired, and there is a panicked look as he helps Annabeth to a safe place, the girl seemed to have gotten her leg cut. You start walking away, hoping that maybe Clarisse could be somewhere close but before you can turn around you see a Chimera starting to walk towards the pair, who still looked too busy with each other to notice anything else. 

You don’t think about it, you just start to run towards them, hoping desperately that you will get there in time and just as the Chimera gets ready to open her mouth to breath out fire you slice your sword into her leg, getting her attention towards you.

It wails in pain before turning her eyes towards you with a sick determination, you try to get your breathing right, but you hear Percy scream your name.

“Get Annabeth to safety, I’ll be alright!”, you tell him, and the boy looks unsure for a moment before giving into your pleading eyes and helping Annabeth to get to the other side of the road.

The Chimera doesn’t give you any time to think your decision through before it charges towards you. You manage to escape it a few times, burning a car or two and bruising your skin as you roll away from her attacks. But as you try to get another hit at her she hits you with her paw, making you land ten feet away, your back hitting an abandoned car. 

You try to breathe again, your back hurting from the hit but just as you try to reach for your sword a couple of feet away the Chimera is already in front of you. You try to move away, willing your body to move but you can’t move anymore and the only thing you can do is pray to your father. 

But even as fire hydrants explode around you, trying to scare off the creature, her paw lifts up and slashes right through your stomach making you scream in pain for the first time in your life. You wonder for a moment if this is it, before the Chimera disappears in front of your eyes, a heaving Percy looking at you with wide eyes. 

“Percy,” you whisper and your brother rushes to your side, blue eyes flickering between your wound and your face.

“We need to find you water, we need to heal you,” he whispers as he starts looking around the streets like a madman and as he tries to get up to go and find some sort of water you take his hand to stop him.

“It won’t help,” you tell him, but Percy shakes his head, always the hero, trying to work things out.

“We can find something, alright, we need to!”, he says, his voice wavering over the words and his blue eyes gets darker with the tears that are welling up.

“Percy, it’s okay,” you tell him, just like when he used to apologize for climbing into your bed after a nightmare. A tear rolls down his cheek and you take his hand in yours, only managing it after the second try.

“What about Clarisse? What about everything we had planned this summer?”, Percy says, and you feel pained at the sight of his tears, his pain. He had been through too much and you never wanted to be another pain that he had to bear, another loss.

“I’ll be there, somehow, with you. You won’t get rid of me that easily,” you tell him, and a sob leaves his lips, breaking your heart.

“How?”, he whispers as he holds onto your hand for dear life.

“Through the rain pouring down on New York, through the countless rivers and oceans surrounding you, through the blue food that you will see. I’m not leaving you Percy, I’ll always be there somewhere, cheering you on,” tears are streaming down your face, but you still try to reassure your brother.

“I love you,” he says and your heart breaks as you realize that this really is the last time you will hear that from him.

“I love you too little brother,” you tell him with a soft smile, squeezing his hand three time.

Before you can say anything else you hear your name being screamed, Clarisse. 

“What happened?”, she asks as she arrives, her hair all over the place after having fought some monsters.

“A Chimera,” Percy says, and she looks determined, but her hands are shaking, telling you that she is scared.

“Well, we can find some water, right? Fix you up,” she says, looking all over the place as if she is hoping that an ocean of water will appear, but you shake your head slowly.

“It’s too late,” you whisper and for a moment she says nothing, simply looking into your eyes.

“No, no, no, no, you promised me you would be alright, that you would be safe,” she says, her voice filled with desperation as she looks over you and you smile sadly.

“I’m sorry, I tried to beat it, but I couldn’t,” you whisper, and she shakes her head again, tears forming into her brown eyes.

“Don’t say that. It wasn’t your fault,” she says, and you smile softly before taking her hand into your other one.

“It’s going to be okay,” you tell her, but she shakes her head, a tear rolling down her cheek.

“It won’t, I can’t live without you,” she whispers, and you feel tears falling down your cheeks at her words.

“I love you so much,” you whisper, and she closes her eyes, looking pained at the words.

“I love you too princess, never forget that” she tells you and you smile at the words.

“Never, I’ll always remember,” you whisper, and she nods quickly.

“Good, now focus on Percy and I,” you nearly tell her that she has never called your brother Percy but you don’t, you can’t as you start seeing dark spots before your eyes.

“I think it’s time,” you tell them, and you just feel them squeeze your hand, Percy mumbling words you can’t hear but a kiss on your forehead makes you smile, you always used to do it to him.

“Clarisse?”, you whisper, and the girl kisses your forehead too, staining your forehead with her tears. 

“I’m right here princess,” you hear her say, her voice breaking over the words.

“I’m scared,” you whisper, and you hear a sob leaving Percy’s mouth, and a couple of tears fall down your forehead.

“It will all be alright, I’ll be right by your side,” she tells you and you let out a sigh at her words.

You want to say something else, but the darkness takes over, taking you with her as you hear comforting words being whispered, hands holding yours. 

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Clarisse can’t stop crying as she feels her girlfriend’s pulse die down against her hand, the hand that was holding on to her so tightly is now laying limp into hers. Percy is sobbing into his hands, cursing his father through the sobs and Clarisse wants to do the same but the only thing she can do is sob louder.

She didn’t know how she was going to survive without you, she just couldn’t imagine a life without you. You had been her everything for the past five years and all of the sudden she was supposed to live without you, she couldn’t. Deep down she knew that she would never be able to live a life without you.

As more tears roll down her cheeks, she remembers the small drink that had been given to them before the war, making sure that if someone was to be captured, they could drink it and die to avoid getting tortured.

She takes it, her hands shaking as she opens it and for a moment, she sees Percy looking at her, a moment of realization at the sight of the bottle.

“Clarisse,” he whispers, he looks unsure, sad even as he understands what she wants to do but she shakes her head. 

“I can’t live without her; it wouldn’t be living. You know what I mean,” she says, and he nods slowly, she knows he understands what she means, he would do the same thing if he lost Annabeth. 

“Take care of her?”, he whispers, a stray tear falling down his cheek and she nods.

“I will,” she whispers before bringing the bottle to her lips and drinks it in one go.

She looks at you as the liquid goes down her throat and for a moment, she thinks that it won’t work and that she will have to live without you, but her eyes start to flutter shut and. Before she knows it, she is falling against you, her head on your stomach as her last breath leaves her lips. 

Rain starts pouring down on him and he knows it’s his father, trying to console him and the sadness that comes with losing a child. He stays there until Annabeth forces him to leave, trying to hold back her own tears as she watches the couple lying against each other. The monsters are gone in an instance, as if seeing two girls giving up their lives for each other was enough for the Gods to decide the war could finally be over.

He never forgets his sister, seeing her in the waterlilies blooming along the water on her birthdays, in the playlist she always used to blast in the Poseidon Cabin, in his father’s eyes. But the moment he sees her, and Clarisse again is at the last scene of Romeo and Juliet at the theater, seeing Romeo sacrifice himself to be with Juliet. The two of you flashes before his eyes as Annabeth holds his hand with a tight grip even as everyone leaves the theater, and they stay watching the closed curtain. As if it was symbolizing the end of your life too.

hi angel!!! im aware of how super busy you are rn, but I can't get like frenemies scott barringer and reader out of my head, imagine it, like he's so annoyed by everything she does, she's the total opposite of him, sweet and kind, but also the sarcastic angry feminist, and he's the self-righteous football captain arsehole.

But no matter what he does, she's constantly stuck in his head, and it's kinda like the song "you look so pretty, pretty like the sun, i could watch forever while you shine on everyone" and he's so in love and a little insecure, which he covers up with this pompous arrogant fboy persona

anyways, you're writing gives me life more than anything! when i first discovered your flannel shirt fic on scott, i became obsessed and stalked your profile and obsessively read through all your fanfics, hayden characters or not, I read them all, and im head over heels in love w u :) you genuinely write the best fluff ever, like your my favourite blog for fluff, like don't get me wrong smut is cute and that, but god i would kill for some forehead kisses and hayden fluff

because i love you.

scott barringer x reader

anon you own my whole heart ilysm!!! you're soso incredibly sweet and being your favorite fluff writer??? such an incredible honor 🥹 i'm sorry it took me a while to get to writing this and i feel so bad cause i feel like i just didn't have enough inspiration for this so it's all messy but I hope it's still good. scott and shelby don't get together here but they're still good friends

summary: you and scott don't necessarily hate each other, but you can't tolerate both that much either. after a plan gone wrong, turns out there's a reason why.

warnings/cw: swearing, kissing (i don't know if that's warnings but yeah), fluff fluff fluff

word count: 1.9k

Where does Scott even begin with you? The Cliffhanger's sweetheart, the epitome of the sun in this hell hole, is his friend. Well, sort of.

Because every time he was near you, it felt like he was constantly basking in the sun, yet at the same time, he was warmed up by everything you did, from your smile to your voice. It was almost like he was constantly taunted.

He couldn't get enough of you, though. You were everything he's ever wanted—the warmth and love of another—and yet he still seems to be pushing you away.

But then that all changes when a little surprise is left on one of the class boards one morning when Scott and the other Cliffhangers are called to meet up with Peter and Sophie.

Scott walks into the classroom, wearing a sweater he just threw on due to the cold, and looks at the board in confusion. "Morp? Wh-what's a morp?" His brow was furrowed, and he frankly didn't care too much about decoding it until Auggie followed from behind him. "Oh, cool, a prom?"

Scott looks at Auggie, realizing everyone else is inside already. His eyes land on you, and he suddenly can't focus on anything but you. Everyone was taking a seat, and it took him a moment to realize you sat with him until a hand waved at his face.

"Scott, y'there?" Your voice rings out, and he looks at you, his face brooding as always. "Why? What's up?" He clears his throat and focuses his gaze on you. Despite hating you, he seems to be interested in what you have to say. Probably just sucking it up so it would be over.

You look at him, and suddenly you find yourself drawn to his eyes. Do they seem more blue than usual lately, or have they always been this way? But you don't have time to ponder about that because now it’s his turn to snap you out of your thoughts.

"Hey, are you there?" He gives you a small smirk, and you playfully roll your eyes. “Yeah, sorry,” you say, clearing your throat and resting your head on your palm. “Sophie and Peter paired us for morp planning.”

His eyes widen slightly, but he immediately covers them up with his emotionless stare again. “Why us? ," he asks, sounding annoyed. “Dunno,” you reply. “Probably ‘to build a stronger relationship between us’,” you say, playfully mocking what Peter constantly tells everyone whenever there’s a team activity.

He let out a soft scoff but couldn't help but let a smirk form on his lips. He was starting to let his guard down, something he rarely does around people; besides Shelby, she relates to him more than anyone. "Yeah, all that bullshit."

You nod and chuckle, watching as he bounces his leg, a habit you share with him. "All we have to do is plan the music, so it shouldn't be too bad. They're letting us use Peter's office and a couple more gadgets, I think." You shrug, but all you could think of was Scott.

Spending time alone with him in a room for days on end sounded both eventful and terrifying. But at least it was him instead of anyone else; at least you could get some peace and quiet for once.

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It had been days since you and Scott were assigned to make the playlist, and despite the bickering and constant grogginess you two would feel the next day, it was bearable. It caused something in Scott to brew—something he thought he could keep in, but it was just waiting to burst.

Scott dragged Shelby away to a corner in the common room—not the best place to have a private conversation, but it'll do.

"Let me guess," Shelby starts, her gaze landing on Ophelia talking to Peter and back at Scott. "You need advice to ask her out?" Scott scrunches up his face, annoyed but thinking about it. "Well, yeah," he says after a moment.

She chuckles and looks over at you again, trying to think of anything. "Morp's tomorrow, Scott. How are you sure Auggie or someone else asked her out?" Scott suddenly seemed upset at the thought, however. "You think Auggie has more of a chance than me?" His angry question was a little too loud, loud enough to catch your attention, at least.

Shelby quickly looks away and narrows her eyes at Scott, slapping his arm playfully. "Will you keep it down, you idiot?" He whines and leans against the wall, crossing his arms and staring at you from afar. "How am I ever going to ask her out? I'm just the cocky football star, a pompous asshole fuckboy. Every bad thing you could think of."

She sighs and moves closer, taking his hand and watching his expression before continuing, "Sure, you can be a complete asshole." He scoffs and looks at the floor. "Great way to start that off," he muttered. She rolls her eyes and continues with, "But all that matters is what they think of you. You wanna go all out and be stupid with your promposal? Go ahead. I'll be there every stupid step in the way."

He moves his gaze on her and mutters, "Stop calling me stupid. But, thanks."

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The plan was perfect. You and Shelby would be hanging out together, saying some good stuff about Scott, and Scott would play football with Auggie. Auggie would throw the ball at you, and he would save you. He would tie that to some smooth way to ask you out, but he would worry about that later. What was the worst that could happen?

Scott watches nervously as Shelby and you sit at the bleachers, taking a deep breath as Shelby discreetly nods and Scott starts to play. Your gaze moves to Scott, and a small smile grows on your face. Seeing Scott play football was cute to you. Despite being an ex-football captain, he still never lost his love for the sport, and you admire him for that.

Shelby notices your stare and chuckles, looking at Scott and back at you. "You eyeing Scott?" Your cheeks heat up and your eyes land on her, shaking your head as your face gets all flushed up. "No- well yeah, but not in that way! He's my friend; I just want to watch him."

Your gaze moves back to the two boys playing, and you swear you saw Scott wink at you, but maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you; he probably got something in his eye.

But you didn't even have time to think because the football started flying towards you, and Scott's amazing plan came crashing down as soon as the ball hit him right in the face.

"Scott!" You yell out and rush down to him with Shelby. He lets out a loud groan and covers his face. He's never felt so much pain and embarrassment before. "Auggie, fuck!" He groans out. "I didn't mean to, I- I'm sorry!" Auggie frowns and looks at the two, watching as you take Scott into your arms and prop your leg up for him to rest on.

"Shit- Scott, move your hand." You frown and try to move his hand, watching as a crowd of people form, someone rushing to grab Peter. Scott whines and shakes his head, saying something about how it really hurt, but it's muffled from his hands.

"C'mon, please? I swear the pain will be gone soon; I need to see how bad it is." You were trying to stay calm for the both of you, and after a moment, he moves his hands away to reveal a bleeding nose and some tears.

You wince and help him stand up. With the help of Shelby and Auggie, you guys safely bring him to the girls rooms and onto your bed, hurrying off to the bathroom while the two find something that could help Scott besides a wet rag.

You return to him on the bed and move his hand away. A small hiss escapes you, and you start to clean him up. The silence was killing you after a while, so you mumbled out, "That was stupid, y'know?"

He looks at you with an annoyed expression and scoffs, trying not to move too much as you clean his nose and check if it is broken. "Well, I'm sorry for saving your life," he says sarcastically, clearly upset that you didn't appreciate him saving you. Maybe his plan was just stupid.

"I mean, I appreciate it, but look at you now." You frown and place the rag on your side table, grabbing some tissues to clean the spot better. "Why'd you do it? Ruin your oh-so-perfect face for me?" He smirks and looks at you. "You like my face, huh?" You roll your eyes, and he lets out a small laugh as you punch his arm.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it." He lets his laughter die down and listens to the two of you breathing. It calmed him down to hear your breath, especially because he definitely needed to calm down. He took a deep breath and calmly let out, "Because I love you."

You stop your arm and move your gaze from his nose to his gaze, which was locked onto yours. You couldn't tell if it was because he was frozen in embarrassment or because he wanted to show you he really meant it; either way, it left you shocked.

How does he like you? He's made it very clear that he has some hatred towards you , so it didn't make sense. "But the way you act around me—" he quickly interrupted you. "It's because I'm insecure." He sighs and looks down at his hands, feeling the embarrassment creep up on him.

"You're just so- so gorgeous. You make everyone smile and laugh; it's like the goddamn sun. You shine so bright, and I can't help but feel this jealousy towards you because everyone gets to experience all of that." Although he didn't outright say it, it was clear to you that he was jealous, and it was incredibly adorable.

You let out a soft laugh, and at first he thought you were laughing at him, but a small smile formed on his lips when he realized you were laughing with him. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I feel like I shine brighter when I'm with you. You make me sparkle, I guess."

He chuckles and moves a little closer, sensing the change in tension, and he was sure you did too because you moved closer. "Sparkle, huh? What are you, a vampire?" He smirks and wraps his arm around you, making you roll your eyes and cup his cheek. "Just shut up and kiss me."

"Yes, ma'am." He smirks wider and kisses you gently, immediately crash-landing into heaven as soon as he feels your lips. They were soft and felt heavenly, just like he imagined. The kiss grew deeper but didn't last too long as someone threw a box of bandages at them.

Scott pulls away in annoyance but quickly gets flustered as soon as he sees Shelby and Auggie; he completely forgets they were coming back. "Congratulations, lovebirds!" Shelby smirks and moves her gaze between Scott and you. "But do us all a favor and get a room, will you?"

You let out a small chuckle and quickly helped Scott clean up, hearing the pair's footsteps as they headed outside. Despite both of you being complete opposites, Something told you it would all work out in the long run.

taglist: none!

snow angels

pairings: sam golbach x reader

genre: fluff

synopsis: it's your first time having a snow day.

a/n: i had this come to me in a dream, so i thought i'd just make this a fic by putting it here. also, i noticed that sam doesn't have that many fanfics here in tumblr. i would like to have the honor of adding more sam golbach fanfics in this app :D i've been devoid of sam golbach fics, i decided to write my own.

you wake up to the gentle glow of daylight seeping through the curtains, casting a soft haze in your room. rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you glance outside and get excited. the world outside is transformed into a winter wonderland, the ground blanketed in a pristine layer of snow. a delighted smile stretches across your face as you realize it's a snow day.

unable to contain your excitement, you nudge sam gently, rousing him from his slumber. "sam," you whisper, your voice brimming with anticipation. "it's snowing!"

sam stirs, his eyes blinking open as he registers your words. a sleepy smile tugs at his lips, and he peers at you with warmth in his gaze. "snow day, huh?" he murmurs, his voice still heavy with sleep.

you nod eagerly, practically bouncing on the bed. "yes! it's my first snow day! can we go outside and play in the snow?"

sam chuckles softly, his fingers reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "of course, let's go have some fun."

together, you shuffle into the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. as sam flips pancakes on the stove, you assist him, making sure they turn out fluffy and golden. the sound of sizzling bacon and the clinking of utensils create a symphony of morning bliss.

after indulging in a hearty breakfast, you both retreat to your rooms to change into your winter attire. bundled up in layers of warm clothing, hats, and scarves, you meet sam by the front door, excitement dancing in your eyes.

hand in hand, you step out into the winter wonderland. the snowflakes fall gently, each one a delicate masterpiece. your breath hangs in the air like mist as you traverse the untouched canvas of white, your laughter ringing out like music.

together, you make snow angels, your bodies imprinting on the snow with childlike enthusiasm. the pure joy radiates from both of you, and in that moment, nothing else matters but the beauty of the winter landscape and the warmth between you.

as the chill begins to nip at your noses and fingertips, you retreat back to the cozy warmth of your home. inside, the aroma of hot chocolate envelops you, and sam's smile shines brighter than ever as he hands you a steaming mug.

cuddled on the couch, wrapped in blankets, you lean against sam's chest, his arms encircling you protectively. the soft glow of the fireplace illuminates the room as you scroll through the movie options.

the flickering light dances across both of your faces, creating a mesmerizing scene. your eyes meet, and without needing words, you know you're exactly where you're supposed to be—safe and loved.

throughout the day, you share stories, laughter, and stolen kisses. the world outside may be cold, but in each other's arms, you find solace and warmth beyond measure.

as the credits roll on the final movie, you find yourself in a state of contentment. the day has been filled with magic, and you couldn't have asked for a more perfect snow day.

with a contented sigh, you snuggle closer to sam, the beating of his heart lulling you into a peaceful slumber. outside, the snow continues to fall, but in your cozy haven, love and happiness abound, etching this winter day into your hearts forever.

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[My Astarion Fanfic Masterlist]

Just call me Druid since I really have no intention of revealing my real name for the foreseeable future.

I decided to make a masterlist just to help organize my stuff!

~Original Characters for story or RP stuff~

Winnifred The Druid -My Tav

Arva Nightshade -Winnie's closest pre-tadpole friend.

Fi The Hornless -A talented bard and a member of Arva's pack. She helped look after a juvenile Winnie.

Elora Ancunin -Under developement...

RP Note: Winnie is currently open to answering questions from all of you beautiful people! She is an open book so do not be afraid to ask away! Astarion may even make an appearance in the reply depending on the question. No he will not bite you, Araj! Just make sure to label your ask; Dear Winnie, Question for Winnie, Hey Winnie, I dare Winnie to, etc, and we will let the fun begin!

More NSFW type questions are accepted, but only by people who have their age visible on their blogs. Minors attempting to ask or anons without any age identification will be blocked/ignored. (Also let's try not to ask anything too gross okay.... I'm into some weird stuff but you know limits, my dude.)

~Multi-part Fanfics~

[This Bites] Astarion x Chubby Female MC

A young woman ends up literally stuck with a fictional vampire from her newest video game obsession! She now must deal with keeping him safe and hidden all the while dealing with stress from her shitty stepdad.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3 ,4 , 5 , 6

Valentine's Day Special: Eat Your Heart!

[The Spawn Vs The Ascendant] (Fem) Tav x Astarion(s).

Astarion and his lover Tav are happily together after defeating Cazador and freeing 7000 vampire spawn into the Underdark. They are now preparing to take on the Elderbrain when an Astarion look alike, claiming to be 'The Vampire Ascendant' appears and demands the Spawn hand Tav over to him.

Parts: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4

The Spawn vs Tav vs The Ascendant: A smutty one-shot that doesn't really take place in any particular time during the events of TSvTA. MDNI 18+ (Though if I'm honest it probably takes place post story.)

[Firsts] (Named!Fem! Tav x Astarion) Winnie has noticed her vampiric companion had been acting much more aggressively flirtatious lately. Of course, he flirted with everyone, this was common sense. But ever since Winnie had given him a taste of her blood it seemed she was the main target of his affections. Which quite frankly confused the hells out of the young druid. He couldn't actually be interested in her? Could he?

MDNI 18+ There is smut! The second half involves the Tiefling party!

[1/2] [2/2]

[Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts] (Chubby F!Tav x Astarion) After failing yet again to find a good lead on the Ring of the Sunwalker Tav and Astarion return to their current and hopefully temporary home in the Underdark only to be greeted by a distress signal from an old friend and an invitation to extravagant soiree hosted by an eccentric stranger!

Chapters: One ,

~Headcanon lists!~

[Astarion x chubby!reader headcanons!] (GN! Reader)

[🍿Watching movies with Astarion!🍿] (GN! Reader)

[BG3 companions babysitting your kids!] (GN! Reader)

[Telling the companions baby news!] (GN! Reader)

[Meet the Parents!] (A fun little writing challenge I put together. I wrote up headcanons of Astarion meeting my Tav's parents and Winnie meeting Astarion's parents.)

[Astarion's Teddy 🧸] (A little HC about Winnie giving Star a plush.)

~Other~

[All Wrapped up!] A short AstarionxF!Tav Christmas one-shot inspired by my God-awful ability to wrap presents.

[We'll Protect Each Other] While staying at an inn in the Underdark Tav and Astarion are forced to protect each other. Tav defends her lover's honor which later leads to a visit in the night from a familiar face. (Protective! Tav x Astarion One-Shot.)

[The Bite Scene] A rewrite of Astarion's bite camp event with my Tav, Winnie. It was basically a draft from my abandoned long fic.

[The Monster Hunter] Happens right before the The Bite Scene. It's a rewrite of the encounter with Gandrel out in the bog. Another draft from my abandoned long fic that I just decided to share.

[Indulging Curiosity] (F!Tav x Astarion SMUT MDNI) After a particularly bloody battle with a pack of gnolls Astarion finds himself rather hot and bothered seeing his favorite little druid absolutely drenched in blood. Unable to help himself he invites her to join him for an evening of pleasure where he indulges in some of Tav's sexual curiosities.

[Seriously, now!?] (Named!Tav x Astarion, period comfort fic) After causing a scene, embarrassing and being shouted at by the party's own resident wizard, Winnie storms off alone to sulk. Her monthly bleeding is upon her and making everything seem so much worse! But perhaps her vampiric lover can make it all better? (MDNI, slight smut at the end.)

~Taglists~

[Forever] A requested rewrite of the camp event where Astarion's siblings come to kidnap him, but featuring Winnie!

[Delicious] (Named!Tav x Astarion) While camping in the Underdark the tadpole crew gather around the fire telling stories to pass the time. One way or another they turn into tales of old lovers. Which brings up a curious question? How come Winnie had no lovers before Astarion? (MDNI SMUT AT END)

[This Bites] Comment on the latest chapter to be added!

[Winnie during BG3] Comment here to be tagged whenever I drop any fics that take place during Baldur's Gate 3 campaign!

[The Spawn Vs The Ascendant] Comment here to be added to the taglist, but hurry! This fic will soon be complete!

Blog Rules ig: Okay so I normally try to promote positivity it's why my fics are mostly comedy based. That being said, anyone who comes here acting like an asshat is getting blocked. I don't tolerate homophobia, heterophobia, biphobia, panphobia or really any kind of discrimination towards anyone's sexuality. Transphobic behavior is also unacceptable and will result in a block. Racism, or sexism of any kind is also not tolerated, understand? We're all going to be friends here. Treat people the way you want to be treated.

Requests???

Hi, friendly neighborhood Druid here. My ADHD gives me a shit ton of trouble writing so I'm real iffy about doing requests of any kind. That being said, I'm currently only taking specific requests involving Astarion x my Tav Winnie where I rewrite a scene from the in game campaign. I've already done the Tiefling Party so that is out of the question. And so is anything post Act 3 final boss. I'm also honestly just open to chatting through the asks.

-Druid