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neteyamswifee · 1 year

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ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴍᴇ; Jake Sully x Omaticaya! Reader

Warnings; Smut, Oral-Sex, Kissing, soft!dom Jake Sully, arranged marriage mentioned (i guess somehow??) silly grammar lol. Praise maybe? Mention of death

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Half an hour ago twilight set in and Pandora became a single bundle of colors. After Jake proved himself worthy of the Omaticaya Clan, I wanted to reward him with something. Something my sister Neytiri would have liked too. I swallow hard at the thought of her.

Where I'm leading Jake right now, Neytiri and I have always tried to keep the bad away.I didn't want to break that habit by thinking about her death over and over again. "where are you taking me beauty." he gasps as he tries to keep up with me. "Hurry up, he's always at his prettiest this time," I explain, grabbing Jake's hand, pulling him behind me down the long path to the clearing. He almost trips over his own feet because he only has eyes for Pandora's flora and fauna.

When I stop at a small field, we see a landscape surrounded by trees, full of bright mushrooms, soft grass and directly above the huge panorama of polyphemus. The planet that Pandora orbits and one of the largest in the entire Alpha Centauri solar system. Jake is amazed when we settle down in the middle of the field. "He looks kind of.... so much bigger than usual from here."

I have to grin because Neytiri always said the same thing. "In fact, it looks the biggest from the Hallelujah Mountains. There's even more space there. Sometimes you can even see its craters from there." Fascinated, he observes every meter of the purple planet. It looks incredibly cute, almost like a little kid. I bring myself to say something. "Neytiri said I should show you this if you've had at least three fights with someone. I think it's about time." I rub my eyes laughing. Jake laughs too. "I also won three times, you have to say that." He was right ,and more than anyone else he deserved to be part of the clan.

Out of nowhere, silence fell across the field. "I'm sorry about what happened to your sister." I sighed. "its okay." is the only thing i get out because i know that i start to cry with every further word. I start playing with the weed to distract myself somehow. Jake leans back in the grass and from a lying position, reaches out and strokes my hand. "How does Tsutey deal with that?" Rolling my eyes, I also fall backwards. "Of course he's sad but I'm the next contender for the mate's pact so he's not completely lost." He sits up confused. "what do you mean by mate pact?"

I stare at him in disbelief. "That with Neytiri and Tsutey wasn't out of love, for Eywa's sake. But father is getting weaker and weaker, it's important to take care of successors." Jake looks at me like I've gone completely insane. "You don't want that, I mean... do you like Tsutey?"Amusingly I pushed him away. "Absolutely not, but how seldom does that happen?" Still disbelief in his eyes. "what is wrong?" he looks like he saw something die before his eyes. and with that „something“ the shimmer in them died too.

"I'm just saying you don't want him so why don't you just drop it and refuse." Now the question had become a personal attack. "Jake...a whole clan, a family, a people cling to it. How selfish I would be if I renounced the goodwill of my people." And when I said those words, I knew what he meant. My face sagged no matter how hard I try to turn my face to stone.

Jake sighs heavily. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to attack you."

I say nothing and just turn back to Polyphemus."Let's just enjoy this okay?" Jake nods and we sit cross-legged next to each other. But no matter how hard he tries I can see the disappointment on his face.

We stay like this for a while . Both sit on this field and are silent while the Poyphemus passes us. After much deliberation, I just grab Jake's hand and without a word he locks our fingers together.

"If I could, I would have chosen differently." I whisper. Jake's gaze is still in the sky. "Who would you have chosen." he asks. I turn my head towards him, looking into his eyes while he still holds my hand.

"you" I breathe.

The moment feels honest, sincere, real. I think so far nothing has cost me more willpower than the second Jake kissed me. Not because I didn't want it, no, but because I knew that anyone else wouldn't have wanted it but me. If I imagine Neytiri could see us right now, I don't know if she would be proud or disappointed.

Jake kisses with a passion that ignites something inside me that cries out for more. His tongue asks to be let in and I hardly feel his warmth before he pulls me onto his lap. "This is what I dreamed of when I wasn't with you." he gasps.

Our kiss is hot, demanding, and has been postponed for so long I'm almost sorry for how he must have felt. And somehow I'm also sorry for what's going to happen now, for what might disappoint my father. Jake's hands roam from my neck down to my ass, he hugs me tighter as if nothing would fit between us anyway.

As he pulls my top off, he doesn't break the kiss for a second. We turn around, now I'm lying under him, my hands on his chest, wandering down to get rid of the last piece of cloth. I moan as Jake presses his mouth against my wet center and licks me until my legs tremble. His one hand rests between my breasts on my stomach to hold me down as often as my back arches with impulse.

Instead, I fumble in the grass with my hands that I can't find, and they land on Jake's shoulders, clawing at the streaks of blue skin. "Shit." I keep moaning.

Jake takes this as an incentive to stick two fingers inside me and the urge to let the whole planet know how well Jake Sully makes me cum is too great. I'm so close to climaxing when Jake grabs my thighs and rolls me onto my stomach.

I moan and all I feel is his hand on my butt and his warm cock at my entrance. I was greedy and sat up a bit. His hand pushed through my back just before he entered me. I bit my lip almost bloody trying to keep my mouth shut.

Jake bends one of my legs slightly to get me back onto my back, his cock not leaving its place.

"Oh my fucking-" a finger brushing my lips stops me.

"It's not your god who fucks you, I do. Say my name for his." Jake's thumb is wet with my lips and he's massaging my clit with it.

"so who fucks you my sweetie?"

„you“ I gasp and groan loudly as Jake slides his entire length into me.

He carefully holds one of my legs, the other hand rests on my lower abdomen where the imprint of his cock is reflected. This whole scenario drives me crazy. Jake keeps thrusting into me, holding my breasts or stomach, but his hands never leave my body. Much like his cock, even as he moans after my yeasty orgasm, he doesn't pull it out but remains in position.

Behind him I see Polyphemus in all his splendor and stars, which I imagine from the sheer effort. His thing is still inside me as he checks on me to make sure everything is alright.

He caresses my face, my arms, my belly. "Did I hurt you?" he carefully wants to pull himself out of me, but I wrap my legs around him so that he bends over me. I just shake my head in a daze and kiss him. "mhh-mhh."

Jake smiles and kisses my forehead. "You seduced me." he jokes and slowly falls down next to me. I move closer to him and lay my head on his chest. "Liar. That the guy from the other planet wants something from the daughter of the clan leader sounds much more believable." I only swear. "I’m a fool for you." he whispers.

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hisui-dreamer · 8 months

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minds alike

Pairing: Jade Leech x gn!reader

Synopsis: you wanted to move forward in your relationship with him, and where else but a glowing mushroom cave?

Tags: fluff, marriage proposals, reader is a simp, self indulgent, glowing mushrooms, bot proofread

Word count: 1.3k+

Notes: @dove-da-birb @fukashiin you guys did this

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In the heart of the enchanting forest, where sunlight filtered through the leaves like gold and the gentle rustle of leaves created a soothing melody, you meticulously orchestrated your plan as your heart raced with a blend of anticipation and nervousness. Every detail was carefully thought out, every petal placed with the utmost care, leading to a hidden cave that held the promise of magic and wonder.

Standing at the entrance of the cave, your pulse raced like a wild stallion as you envisioned the impending moment. The culmination of weeks of meticulous planning now hinged on the next hour, and your hopes and dreams seemed to hang in the balance.

Your heart skipped a beat as Jade's figure emerged from the mountain trail, and an involuntary smile painted your lips as you waved him over. His presence alone was enough to calm the storm of nerves swirling within you. Jade's eyes softened as he caught sight of you, hastening his steps to close the distance between you.

"Ah, there you are, my pearl," he greeted, his voice a tender caress as he drew you into his embrace, planting a kiss on your forehead. "It feels like an eternity since I last saw you."

A giggle bubbled from your lips at his endearing exaggeration. "Jade, it's only been a couple of hours!" you chided playfully.

Jade chuckled, his warm laughter resonating like a soothing melody in the forest around you. "Time has a funny way of bending when I'm away from you," he mused, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Oh, you," you shook your head fondly. "Now, let me show you something amazing! " you said as you intertwined your fingers with his, a natural fit that felt as though you were two puzzle pieces meant to be together. "Follow me, okay?"

"If my dearest love wishes it, then I shall follow wherever you take me," Jade responded with a teasing twinkle in his eye, placing a hand over his heart in his customary polite manner.

You let out a playful sigh, a mixture of exasperation and endearment as you tugged him gently towards the cave, though you could hear him chuckle quietly at what you assumed to be the sight of your reddened ears.

As you ventured deeper into the cave, the soft luminescence of the mushrooms cast a gentle radiance along your path, painting the surroundings with an otherworldly glow. At last, you arrived at the carefully arranged picnic, where his favourite dishes were lovingly presented, the aroma mingling with the earthy scent of the cavern.

You watched his eyes widen in awe as they settled on the sight before him. The luminous mushrooms that adorned the cave's walls cast an ethereal radiance, their enchanting glow reflecting in his gaze like stars twinkling in a night sky. A mixture of excitement and doubt churned within you as you waited for his reaction.

"Surprise," you managed to say, your voice laced with a blend of hope and apprehension. "I wanted to make something special for us."

Jade's gaze shifted between the radiant mushrooms and you. The genuine wonder that crossed his features made your heart swell with a mixture of relief and pure affection. "This... This is incredible," he marvelled, and you found your lips curling into a smile, mirroring his unabashed appreciation. "You've truly outdone yourself, my dear," Jade said.

Your laughter was soft and genuine, an unburdening of the tension that had been coiling within you. "I'm so glad you like it," you admitted.

With the air buzzing around you, a mixture of enchantment and joy, the two of you settled down on the cosy spot you had prepared. You handed Jade a mushroom and egg sandwich and watched as his expression transform into bliss, his enjoyment evident in the way his eyes closed briefly, savouring the interplay between the earthiness of the mushrooms and the richness of the egg.

"I've never felt such happiness," he murmured, after finishing the sandwich. His eyes met yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

This is it.

Your confession, the words that you've rehearsed countless times, teetered on the edge of your tongue, ready to spill forth.

But before you could muster your courage, he gracefully drew you up to your feet, his movements imbued with a sense of purpose. With a deliberate shift, he gracefully lowered himself onto one knee, a gesture that carried a weight of significance that slowed time itself.

In a moment suspended between heartbeats, he produced a velvet box, opening it to reveal a ring that seemed to capture the essence of elegance and enchantment—a pearl centrepiece surrounded by diamonds. His words tumbled out with a raw authenticity that left you breathless. "You've brought magic into my life, made every day brighter, and every challenge surmountable. I don't want to wait another second to make you mine in every sense. Would you do me the honour of taking my hand in marriage?"

Caught in the unfiltered authenticity of his words, your breath caught in your throat. Surprise intertwined with an overwhelming wave of emotion, leaving you momentarily speechless. Your cheeks warmed, and your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and sensations.

"You're so sly..." You finally managed to say. His expression faltered ever so slightly, a rare glimpse of vulnerability evident in the poised and polished Jade Leech.

"I was planning to propose to you!" You exclaimed. With deft yet slightly shaky fingers, you retrieve the ring you had poured your heart into choosing. Opening the box, you unveil a silver mushroom ring, customized for the sole owner of your heart.

His eyes blinked a few times as if attempting to process the rush of emotions that had suddenly engulfed him. In an unrestrained explosion of joy, laughter erupted from him, the sound a harmonious melody that reverberated through the space, brushing away any lingering tension.

A grin adorned his lips, one that held the pure essence of his happiness. "You never cease to amaze me, my pearl. I suppose great minds do think alike," he managed between fits of laughter, his voice a reflection of his genuine amusement. "May I?" he asked as he extended his hand.

You nodded in eager agreement, an exuberant affirmation of his question. His smile deepened, a tender expression that spoke of his affection for you. As his fingers connected with yours, and with a touch both tender and deliberate, he guided the pearl ring toward your ring finger. The ring nestled comfortably, as if it had always belonged there. In that instant, his eyes met yours, and you saw a reflection of the unspoken promises that resided in both your hearts.

"Give me your hand too," you softly requested, a touch of anticipation in your voice, and he responded without hesitation. With the delicate grace of a sculptor crafting a masterpiece, you slid the silver ring onto his ring finger. Your heart raced as you watched it settle into place, a symbol of commitment that sent ripples of elation through your being.

He clasped your hand in return, his gaze flickering between the two ringed fingers, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "What an intriguing pair we make," he reflected, his words laced with a touch of wonder and amusement.

His hand cradled yours against his cheek, a gesture that felt like a silent proclamation of his affection. The world around you seemed to fade as you looked into his eyes, the intimacy of the moment enveloping you both. His lips pressed a gentle kiss against the ring on your finger, a kiss that carried a promise and a commitment that went beyond words.

"But I wouldn't have it any other way," he whispered, his voice a warm breeze that brushed against your senses. "I love you, dearly so," he breathed, his fingers weaving through the strands of your hair, finding their way to cradle the nape of your neck, and he met your lips with a tender smile.

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flowersandbigteeth · 3 months

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Meeting your changeling BF: pt 8

General Plot: You arrive in Darkbell and meet the king

Word Count: 3.5K

Changeling (Clark) x f nymph reader

TW: yandere behavior, sfw fluff, magic

Previous parts and more nsfw monsters here

The troubling thoughts were scrubbed from your mind when you reached the gates of Darkbell. They were massive, rising up several stories and made of some gleaming white metal.

“Amazing, hm? The gates of Darkbell have never been breached. The citizens have lived safely inside for centuries.” Clark said, pulling your horse to the side where there was a smaller entrance with a night elf guard.

“State your business,” he barked, not at all friendly.

Clark opened his jacket and pulled out some document.

“I’ve been sent by the Mage’s Chamber to answer your request,” he said.

The night elf examined the document carefully, then looked at you, his glowing violet eyes skeptical.

“What about her? Doesn’t say anything in here about a nymph,” he said.

Clark sighed and rolled his eyes.

“For Goddess’s sake,” he grumbled. “No one is trying to break into your bloody cave. She’s my wife! Why else do you think I’m carrying around a nymph?”

He pulled out the two little booklets the administrator had given you to mark your marriage and showed them to the elf. The guard didn’t seem the least bit moved by Clark’s tirade, but handed his documents back and waved you through.

“Proceed straight to the castle,” he said as you passed.

Clark mocked him in silence when you were out of his view.

“Be nice,” you said, smacking him lightly on his arm.

“You are too sweet, my love,” he said, nuzzling your ear.

You gasped at your first vision of Darkbell. Clark’s description did not do it justice. The city was stunning. The homes and businesses were cut directly into a shimmering blue stone, flecked with sparkles that looked like stars. Gravity defying aquaducts wound around the buildings delivering water in sparkling waterfalls to various ponds and wells tucked in walled gardens. The paths were lined with blocks of the same gleaming white metal as the gates. There weren’t just glowing mushrooms, there were bioluminescent vines and flowers climbing every vertical surface and clusters of gently pulsing fungus crowded the corners.

Night elves moved elegantly through the neighborhoods, their skin a similar blue to the buildings but their eyes glowing a rainbow of colors– blue, green, pink, and violet. The cave was relatively dim, but you could still see quite well with tall illuminated fungus growing along the avenue like street lamps.

At the far end of the massive expanse that was the city, a lovely sparkling castle sat at the top of hundreds of stairs. It appeared to be carved from blue and purple crystals that were hundreds of feet tall. Even more crystals arranged almost like stonehenge circled the main building. As you approached, your eyes followed two of the aquaducts emptying into a wide river that bisected the city. It was clear and still as glass with massive white fish with no eyes gracefully swirling their long fins below the smooth surface.

“How pretty,” you breathed, your eyes eating it up like candy.

“It is a little pretty,” he agreed, guiding your horse along the widest road towards the castle.

You had to dismount in front of another surly guard at the base of the castle.

“King Khelvan is expecting you,” he said, carefully examining all of our documents again. “Proceed.”

“The king,” you whispered as Clark took your hand to lead you up the staircase. “I’ve never met a king before! What do I do?”

He chuckled.

“Just let me talk with him,” he assured you. “Be polite and bow when you approach, that’s all. Don’t be hurt if he’s a little rude, all these elves are cold to outsiders.”

You were expecting an old King with lots of wrinkles and maybe a long beard, but that wasn’t who was sitting on the throne. The night elf was incredibly handsome and appeared to be close your your age with oddly familiar glowing green eyes. A sweep of long blue hair fell over wide, strong shoulders. He was dressed in a robe that looked to be woven from silver thread only accentuated his graceful features. A single silver circlet rested on his head.

To either side of you, what must have been his court, peered at the two of you, whispering amongst themselves.

“Greetings your Magesty,” Clark said with a practiced flourish as he bowed.

The king’s eyes met yours for a moment and while Clark was looking down, he winked at you! The edge of his lip lifted just slightly as he looked you up and down. Your cheeks burned and since you were standing there staring, Clark grabbed your wrist and pulled you down with him.

“Rise Mage and state your business,” the king said, his tone neutral though his voice was very smooth and deep.

“I’m Clark Septos and this is my lovely wife (Y/N). We arrived to answer your request for an investigation,” Clark said. “You wrote there was a wraith haunting your halls, causing trouble. The Mage’s Chamber humbly offers my services to hopefully find some solution.”

The king rose from his seat and glided down the set of stairs that separated the two of you from the throne. He circled the both of you, taking your measure.

“A changeling and a nymph,” he hummed. “What an interesting match.”

“I’m very fortunate,” Clark said, smiling at you warmly. “The goddess blessed me with a wife as sweet as she is beautiful.”

“Hm,” he said, then turned and walked down a side hall. “Let’s discuss the matter in my library.”

You stuck close to Clark as you followed him. The inside of the castle was just as beautiful as the outside. Everything from the chairs to the shelves was carved from faceted crystal.

He led you into a smaller room with a massive, sparkling desk and took his seat behind it, gesturing for the two of you to take the ones on the opposite side.

“As my request explained,” he started as soon as you were settled. “There’s a wraith on the loose. I’m not sure who conjured it or why, but it seems to have some vindictive mission. Things and people have gone missing, relics destroyed, and no matter what spells we cast they simply aren’t strong enough to excorcise the creature. I assure you, we would not have summoned you had we been able to handle the situation ourselves.”

Clark pulled out a small notebook to write notes.

“Does it speak or communicate?” he asked.

King Khelvan nodded.

“It goes on about some betrayal that occurred,” he said. “I have no idea what injustice they refer to. I’ve searched the library and asked the elders, but no one can come up with anything.”

“When and where does it tend to appear?”

Khelvan thought for a moment.

“It seems to like hanging around the Queen’s chambers. I, of course, have yet to choose a Queen so they are unoccupied, but maids and guards maintain the rooms. There are also many artifacts and heirlooms there that will become the property of the Queen when she is crowned,” he explained. “It’s her items that disappear. It took a scrying mirror, a painting, and a fan that has been passed through generations. There may have been other things I have yet to notice.”

“What was the painting of?” Clark asked.

“A princess,” he said.

“What princess?”

“No one of note.”

“Hmm,” Clark hummed. “I’ll have to investigate the area to find out more.”

“Yes, of course,” Khelvan responded with a tip of his head, then his glowing eyes flicked to you. “I can keep your wife company while you work. This wraith is much too dangerous for a fair nymph. My guards will escort you to the Queen’s halls.”

Clark frowned deeply and seemed to be wrestling with the idea in his head, but finally caution won out.

“Yes,” he admitted. “It would be unwise to risk (Y/N)’s safety with a wraith I’ve yet to see.”

“But-” you started and he shook his head, shushing you.

“You’ll be safe here,” he said. “I won’t be long.”

You were nervous about him leaving, but he gave you a comforting kiss on the forehead before he joined the guards standing outside.

“Would you like a glass of wine to ease your nerves?” Khelvan asked.

You didn’t really drink, but you didn’t want to be rude, either so you nodded.

He poured you some rich, red liquid from a decanter and placed the silver goblet in your hand.

“How did you come to be the wife of a changeling mage?” he asked as he retook his seat. “Most nymphs stay in the old wood. I’ve only met one other that busied herself with our affairs.”

“It’s kind of a complicated story,” you admitted. “But I adore Clark. He’s been my anchor and my protector through a very confusing time.”

“I’m sure he would guard such a treasure fiercely,” he mused, smiling at you.

You found yourself getting lost in his eyes. They were an intense chartreuse, like sun filtering through the leaves of summer trees.

“Have we met before, you majesty?” you asked.

You knew it was a silly question, you’d only been in this world a few days, but he seemed so familiar.

He didn’t answer, likely because it was obviously foolish, taking a sip of his drink.

“Does he treat you well, provide for you?” he asked, instead.

“Oh yes, we have a pretty house in Leotolas and a garden. He’s given me some gold to buy what I need,” you said. “He’s an excellent provider.”

“Leotolas is lovely,” he hummed. “But it can’t compare to Darkbell, can it?”

You blushed. Darkbell was beautiful, but you wouldn’t compare the two. Of course, you’d never admit that as he was the king.

“Darkbell is amazing,” you said. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

He smiled, revealing straight, white teeth framed by pointy canines.

“I’m glad you think so,” he said.

He stood, crossing the room and lifting your hand.

“Has your mage taught you any magic?” he asked and you weren’t sure how to answer.

“Well not him exactly,” you admitted, “but his boss taught me how to access my own magic.”

He nodded, the corners of his eyes wrinkling with a smile.

“Can I teach you a spell?” he asked. “It’s not that difficult.”

“Oh yes! That’d be wonderful!” you gasped. “What kind of spell?”

“This spell is very special. It let’s you glimpse a memory of the person you touch,” he explained.

Suddenly you were standing in your old bedroom looking in the mirror. You were putting on earrings, singing some song, and dancing around as you dressed. You looked at your phone and there was a picture of a guy you used to know with the message.

“Is this good for a date? I have no idea how to dress! Help!”

“Looks good!” you typed. “You look handsome in anything you wear!”

You remembered this moment. It was right before you went on a date with your first boyfriend. Looking around, you found Khelvan standing next you.

“Ah, so you are a traveler. Pretty outfit,” he said winking, then glanced around your room. “What an interesting world you lived in.”

He looked at the phone in your hand.

“What fascinating magic,” he hummed.

You felt something like a rush of wind and you were back in his library.

“How did you do that?” you gasped and he chuckled.

“I’m going to teach you,” he said. “First you have to reach out to the goddess of time and ask for a trade. One memory of their’s for one of your own. That’s the reason you can’t use the spell too often, you’d lose lots of memories. It doesn’t have to be a special memory, just one you have a very clear vision of.

The goddess’s name is Edenta. Focus on her name and try to draw the memory you are willing to trade to your mind. Once you have them in your thoughts, touch your subject and ask for the memory you’d like to see. You have to be relatively specific or she will show you whatever is closest to what you asked for. You can experiment on me.”

You blinked at him.

“You’re sure you’re okay with me digging around in your memories?” you asked and he laughed.

“I can help you choose one if you like,” he offered.

“Yes, I don’t want to see anything too private,” you admitted and he gave you a soft look.

“So considerate and kind,” he murmured. “What about…? My first date, since I saw yours?”

Your eyes widened.

“Kings date?” you asked, making him laugh harder.

“It was arranged by my father, but yes,” he said. “Come on now, quit stalling. Close your eyes.”

You took a deep breath and did as Khelvan had asked. The moment your mind formed the goddess’s name, it felt like the air got cooler and the glowing shape of a woman appeared in your mind’s eye. It was impossible to focus on her directly, she seemed to be shifting between forms before your eyes.

“Greetings nymph, why have you summoned me?” she asked, her voice many different voices all at once.

“I wish to trade a memory for a memory,” you said, your words echoing in the space inside your head.

“What have you to offer me?” she asked and you focused your thoughts on an unpleasant memory you’d rather forget.

It was when that boyfriend dumped you for your friend. You felt Edenta’s derision.

“You offer such a miserable memory,” she huffed, “but it will pay the price. What do you wish to see?”

“Khelvan’s first date,” you said and the moment the words were expressed she disappeared.

Khelvan had never put down your hand, so you didn’t have to do anything else. You were suddenly in the very court where you’d been introduced. Khelvan was much younger and an older man, who looked very similar was standing with his hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t want to do this, father,” he grumbled, but his dad smacked the back of his head, causing him to stumble forward.

“Don’t be rude to Tria, her family has traveled far to organize this match,” he snapped.

You looked behind you to find the girl he was rejecting. She was a beautiful night elf, dressed in an elaborate gold gown. She looked no more pleased to be standing before him.

“Fine,” he grumbled, taking a few steps forward to give Tria a stiff bow. “Greetings Tria of Anore.”

She returned one just as stiff.

“I’m in your hands, Khelvan of Darkbell,” she muttered.

The moment was so awkward you wished to be anywhere else and blinked, finding yourself in the library again. You looked up at Khelvan, amazed it had worked.

“Did I do it?” you asked and he nodded.

“Yes, you completed the spell perfectly. Apologies my first date was not as pleasant as yours,” he said and you shook your head.

“Things are very different for you, you’re a king,” you said, pulling your hand away.

“They were,” he said, leaning against his desk. “But now that I am king, I can make my own choices as to who I make my Queen.”

“Why haven’t you found one yet?” you asked, then your ears burned at your stupidity. “Oh…ah…I’m sorry, you’re majesty, that was rude of me. I shouldn’t question your decisions.”

He shrugged and smiled at you.

“Perhaps I have found her,” he said. “I only need to woo her. Hopefully, more successfully than Tria.”

You offered him a genuine smile, at that.

“That’s wonderful,” you said. “I wish for your happiness.”

“Come,” he said, rising and holding out his arm for you. “Let me show you the garden. There’s no reason to stay cooped up in this dusty library while your changeling does his work.”

You were sure Clark wouldn’t like you hanging on another man’s elbow, but Khelvan was the king and you didn’t want to offend him. So, you looped your arm around his and followed him through the castle.

The garden was stunning. There were crystal fountains with sculptures that looked like they were made from ice. Flowers and fruit trees filled the space with color and sang to you a sweet song.

“It’s amazing flowers bloom in the darkness like this,” you commented, your hand hovering over a bloom.

“You can touch it,” he said, but you shook your head, standing.

“Trust me,” you laughed. “I’m still getting used to my magic. You don’t want to have to hack back the vines I create when I touch plants.”

He chuckled, tipping his head in thanks for your honesty.

“I’m very curious about your old world,” he said, waving you to a bench in front of a fountain shaped the like white fish you’d seen spitting water.

You shrugged.

“It was noisy, dirty, and generally…unpleasant,” you said. “There was not magic like here. There was science that made our conveniences, but every convenience had a cost.”

He nodded, thoughtfully.

“All magic has a cost, as well,” he commented.

You thought about this for a moment.

“Yes,” you agreed. “Channeling the whisperer can be…painful, but I’m working on it.”

While you sat in the garden, Khelvan spoke to you about the history of Darkbell and a few humorous stories about his childhood.

An hour later, Clark returned with his escorts. When he saw you sitting together he frowned, tugging you away from Khelvan and giving you a kiss.

“I missed you love, did you miss me?” he asked, trying to sound easy but you could tell he was annoyed.

“Of course I missed you. I always miss you when you are away,” you beamed, “His majesty has been telling me about the history of Darkbell. It’s very interesting.”

He made a noise in the back of his throat and glared at Khelvan.

“What are your impressions?” Khelvan asked, unmoved by Clark’s hostility. “Did you find the wraith?”

“Yes,” he said tightly. “From what I could garner your wraith is royalty. I tried to speak with it, using my methods to draw out its story. It has some vendetta, perhaps about the girl in the portrait. It’s bitter and vicious! Its presence is very concerning as I believe it will continue its activities as its goal is retribution for what it lost.”

Khelvan frowned.

“Can it be excorcised?” he asked.

Clark frowned.

“Possibly,” he said. “There is a method that we use for such creatures, but though it is well practiced it’s never a guarantee. Wraiths fueled by hate and revenge tend to be tricky. These feelings are strong and fuel dangerous magic.”

“What materials would you require to try?” Khelvan asked.

“A bottle imbued with magic,” he replied. “Wraiths like these cannot be killed, only contained. I will need to trap it and then the Mage’s Chamber will insist I return with it, as it can become a powerful weapon to the owner of the bottle.”

The King frowned, but Clark continued.

“You will have to trust the the Mage’s Chamber doesn’t use these creatures as weapons. They merely join our collection where they can be monitored. We don’t hoard weapons for nefarious purposes, as a practice we attempt to avoid political conflicts. We do a service to Ilirion, keeping them out of dangerous hands.”

“Hm,” he hummed. “Would you be able to go through with the exorcism in the coming days?”

Clark nodded.

“Of course,” he said. “There is some preparation but it won’t take much time.”

Khelvan nodded.

“Then my guards will escort you…and your lovely wife to guest chambers,” he said. “Please ask them for anything you may need and they will procure it for you.”

His eyes flicked to you.

“Don’t forget what I taught you,” he said, his gaze intense. “You may find it useful.”

Clark grimaced and pulled you under his arm as the guards led you to another part of the castle.

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lucigoo · 3 months

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Bagginshield Fic Rec List

So, here I will add all of the amazing Bagginshield fics I adore. I hope you like at least one, they all deserve love 💖💖💖

And as always, if its your fic, or you know whos let me know so i can @ them, they all deserve to be recognised!

Below the Belt - LordOfTheRazzles @lordoftherazzles

A Complaint A Day... - birdkeeperklink (speculating) @birdkeeperklink

Of Blacksmiths and Blackberries - littlebrownshoe (Wolfy_Tales)

He loves me, he loves me not - Alse_the_hobbit @hobbityalse

(Take Me Back To) The Night We Met - LordOfTheRazzles, MiraHerondale - @lordoftherazzles @consultingpacha

Fuck Thy Neighbor - LordOfTheRazzles @lordoftherazzles

An Almost Perfect Christmas - Ticklesivory @tickles-ivory

A King's Bond - mordelle @mordellestories

(Almost Believing) This One's Not Pretend - diemarysues

Lost and Found - Ticklesivory @tickles-ivory

The Danger In Missing You - Fantasyinallforms @fantasyinallforms

Child's Play - Anonymous - The Hobbit (the Company as kids, gen fic)

Letters from the Mountain - Middle_Earth_Mama @middleearthmama

Beyond the Pixels - Ticklesivory @tickles-ivory

Hold Me Down Until The Madness Ends - licha_nick

“I’zigh ‘Akshith” (War Surprise) - Ticklesivory @tickles-ivory (The slow burn is beautiful and the idea is so clever and unique imo)

327 Blossom Street - Ticklesivory (Tickles does modern Bagginshield so well)

Slow Dance: A Bagginshield SMAU - Ticklesivory (Modern day social media fic, its awesome)

The Bunny Saga - alkjira - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, its so cute and clever) Sweet Synthesis - Ticklesivory - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, another craker from @tickles-ivory, with Cyborgs!) A Passion For Mushrooms - Chrononautical - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, beautiful world building and pining idiots) Behind the Money - SunnyRose - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, @sunnyrosewritesstuff wrote an adoarble tea ahop AU) No Small Amount of Courage - SunnyRose - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, another wonderful fic from @sunnyrosewritesstuff where Bilbo loves so hard its enough)

A Hobbit's Gamble - CQueen - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, Arranged Marriage Au in Erebor, and its precious, from start to end)

Wings from Ravens - IShipGayShit_SueMe - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, BAMF Bilbo, with wings. Need I say more)

Wild Wings - DomesticGoddess - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, As always everythign DG worites slaps so hard. This was my first ever wing fic read and i became obsessed its that good)

A Black-feathered Omen - birdkeeperklink (speculating) - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, another wing fic, and sad, loely Thorin who needs a hug, or a hobbit...)

Let The Waking Morning Find - sunryder - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, this is legit one of my fav Bagginshield fics ever, its clever and emotional and the thought of the One Ring gaining a body and becoming fixated on Bilob is spine chilling)

I don't belong (and my beloved, neither do you) - FrozenBrownie - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, mpreg, its heartbreaking and beautiful and a hea all rolled into one) None So Blind - Chrononautical - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, Beautifully writte fic, woth Blind Bilbo and aftermath of BOTFA) the world is sleeping (my world is you) - katheneverwrites (mandolinearts) - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, Thorin as a sweet Hades is just so precious) An Unexpected Friend - smoltimidturtle - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, Bilbo gets a pet, its adorable, Thorin doesnt think so, a really cute reshirement fic) My Sister's Boyfriend - DomesticGoddess - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, as always DomesticGodess hits the spot you didnt know needed hitting. Jelous Thorin is perfect!) Now You Know - Arkan_Sonney - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, Its very cute and fluffy and Frodo needs all the hugs)

Sansûkh - Chapter 1 - determamfidd - Multifandom (Multiple LOTR pairings, not sure if it eeds any interoduction, other then EPIC!)

Planting a Hobbit - northerntrash - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, The dwarves are adorable and its just a wonderful fic,)

May Your Forge Burn Bright - LordOfTheRazzles - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, once again @lordoftherazzles wrote an amazing fic, the world building and relationship between Bilbo and Thorin is stunning)

Bad Blood - Conkers - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, a clever little What If fic fom @conkers-thecosy, BAMF Bilbo is best Bilbo and OCnkers did it perfectly.)

If I could give my breath away (I would) - StupidFatPenguin - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, even with having lost his memory, Thorin is so precious in hiw quikly he falls in love Bilbo.)

(s)wiped out - I_did_not_mean_to, sandwich11213 - The Hobbit - (undercurrent of Bilbo/Thorin, the Bagginshield is subtle, but beautiful, and worth the entire fic to get to it this is a work of art, both the fic and the actual art)

Worlds separated by a garden fence. - TheCuriousCat - The Hobbit (Fem Bilbo/Thorin, one of my fave series, Durins are fae and Bilbo is BAMF!)

Guardian of Kings - SunnyRose - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, another excelent work by @sunnyrosewritesstuff, and im sure most bagginshielders love a bit of BAMF Bilbo and cultural misunderstanding, I know i do!) Summary: The Company has been having a good laugh as the story of their quest spreads through the mountain and more and more retellings makes Thorin out to be Bilbo’s damsel in distress. It stops becoming funny when Thorin’s honor is challenged, and it’s up to Bilbo to defend it. Thorin may be ready to smuggle his hobbit out of the mountain, but Bilbo will do it. For Thorin, he would do anything.

The Gift of Hobbits - MoroseBarnacle - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, and its just SO good!) Summary: The gift of hobbits is a secret not known to dwarves. Bilbo’s gift saves the Company—repeatedly—and they don’t even know it until after Smaug is dead. But by then, just about everybody knows there’s a hobbit in Erebor, and the invading orcs decide to keep Bilbo and his otherworldly gift for themselves.

Home - SunnyRose - The Hobbit (Gen fic, Written by the wonderful @sunnyrosewritesstuff an adorable look at Uncle Thorin. )

Summary: Being an uncle doesn't come instinctual to Thorin. He loves his nephews with all his heart, but he doesn't quite understand them. However, when Dís needs far across the distance - LinguisticJubilee - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, this one is lovely imo) Summary: Balin blinks, shifting backwards. “Laddie, it’s—it’s been a year. Bilbo has returned home, to the Shire.” He looks at Thorin, then says more gently, “I did not realize you counted the hobbit among your treasures.”

Guardian of Kings - SunnyRose - The Hobbit by @sunnyrosewritesstuff (Bilbo/Thorin, one of my favs from Sunny, its clever and the world building, its just delicious) Summary: The Company has been having a good laugh as the story of their quest spreads through the mountain and more and more retellings makes Thorin out to be Bilbo’s damsel in distress. It stops becoming funny when Thorin’s honor is challenged, and it’s up to Bilbo to defend it. Thorin may be ready to smuggle his hobbit out of the mountain, but Bilbo will do it. For Thorin, he would do anything. Prize Enough for Me - StrivingArtist - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, BAMF Bilbo for the win, need I say more?) Summary: After falling in love months earlier with the Dwarven King, when Bilbo sees Thorin stabbed on Raven Hill, he decides to find vengeance. mercy and death on swift arrows fly - authoressjean - The Hobbit (Gen, hinted eventual Bagginshield, another BAMF Bilbo, but also, hes just lovely no matter what) Summary: Hunger Games AU with slow burn Bagginshield.

#bagginshield #fic rec list #enjoy #a few gen fics in there #Fem Bilbo #Hunger Games Au #Consort Bilbo

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lilacmingi · 2 months

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ALICE IN WONDERLAND AU: YOONGI’S ENDING

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: Cheshire Cat!Yoongi x fem reader

Word count: 1,300

Note: There’s no taglist for the separate endings. If you haven’t read the series yet, you can find the intro here or find it on my masterlist which is linked at the end of the imagine

Every single one of them were amazing and beyond perfect, but your heart seemed to be pulled towards one of them in particular.

The answer was simple and you weren't going to sugarcoat it or draw the moment out any longer than it needed to be.

"I choose Yoongi." You decided.

A proud and prideful smirk spread across the cat hybrid's face as he stepped forward.

"It's about time, sweetheart."

He grabbed you swiftly by the waist and pulled you into his side, giving you a quick kiss on the lips as if to show off.

"See you losers around." Yoongi began pulling you away from the group.

"We have to say goodbye." You stopped him.

"Make it quick, sweetie."

Approaching the boys one by one, you gave each of them a hug, saying a brief goodbye.

"Don't let him keep you away from us." Taehyung told you.

"I won't. We'll come visit. I promise." You glanced back, seeing an impatient Yoongi waiting on you. "Well, I'll come visit."

Giving a final wave goodbye, you paired back up with Yoongi who was already pulling you out the door.

"Let's go, pretty." He ushered you down the stone path that led away from Jin's towering castle.

The journey to Yoongi's house was a quiet one. Most of the walk was spent taking in your surroundings and accepting the fact that you would be living in this wondrous place.

It's funny, you were so quick to abandon your old life and weren't worried in the slightest about the fact that you didn't have any belongings with you. In a way, you were starting over completely—and you loved that.

The roof of a house could be seen in the distance, which let you know you would be arriving at your destination in a few short moments.

Yoongi's house was nothing like you had imagined. The exterior was comprised of gray tones and had a chic, minimalistic structure that still managed to fit in with the various mushrooms and quirky flowers of Wonderland.

Truthfully, up until you found out each of the boys had their own places, you assumed Yoongi stayed up in the trees where you first met him.

"Welcome to your new home." Yoongi announced, opening the door so the both of you could walk in.

The interior was decorated in dark hues much like the exterior. Yoongi had a black leather couch and chair along with tables made from ebony wood. The arrangement of furniture was simplistic and appealing to the eyes.

"What do you think?" Yoongi's thumb gently caressed your side while you took in all the details of the living room.

"I love it."

"Good."

As soon as the word left his mouth, his lips slammed against yours, his impatience and longing both evident in the way he kissed you with such eagerness.

You closed your eyes and melted into him, reciprocating his heated actions with just as much fervor as him. The softness of his lips contrasted greatly with the pace of the kiss, which was rough and feverish, turning your mind to mush. His hands that were still planted on your hips massaged them as he backed you against the nearest wall, caging you in while he devoured your lips, nipping softly at them.

When he parted ways, he gazed at you, his turquoise eyes glowing passionately.

"I love you so much." He panted before he began kissing down your neck, the sensation of his lips on the sensitive skin sending a trail of goosebumps down your spine.

Your eyes closed once more as your head instinctively leaned back.

"I love you too, Yoongi." You sighed out, reaching up to run your fingers through his long hair.

You didn't stay in one spot for very long before Yoongi started tugging you down the hallway to his room, which you didn't get a chance to look at as he gently pushed you down onto the bed, hovering over you with a gleam in his feline-like eyes.

"I can't believe you picked me." He confessed, brushing your hair back. "I'm really happy."

You smiled up at him, enjoying the brief moment of vulnerability from him.

"Though I should have seen it coming. I mean, I did assume you liked me, after all."

You smacked his arm playfully only for him to grab your wrists and pin them to the mattress.

"You have to admit I was right. Wasn't I?" He leaned close to your face.

The only thing you managed to utter was a meek, "Yeah."

He smirked down at you, briskly closing the gap between your faces. "That means you're mine." He murmured lowly against your lips.

Your entire face was set ablaze.

He pulled away and gazed down at you.

"How do you feel about that, babe?"

"Um... I—“

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" He smirked before kissing you again.

Two weeks later

A sliver of sunlight peeked through Yoongi's dark curtains, the narrow beam shining across the floor. Turning your head, you saw the man that captured your heart, snuggled up against you with his head resting on your chest.

Yoongi was unbearably cute when he slept. He looked so soft and pure, the sight making your heart melt. One of your hands reached up to slowly run your fingers through his hair. His eyes opened a little and he tilted his head to look up at you, a soft smile playing at his lips.

"Good morning." He rasped, his morning voice setting a flurry of butterflies loose in your stomach.

"Good morning."

"Keep doing that. It feels good." He mumbled before closing his eyes, relishing in the feeling of your loving touch.

You obliged, continuing to play with his hair, twirling a strand around your index finger before letting it go and watching as it partially untwisted itself before combing your fingers through it.

One of his cat ears twitched a little, which made your heart flip. You secretly wanted to touch his ears for some time now, but never said anything because you didn't want to make him uncomfortable. To be fair, it was a weird request.

You looked down at him finding that he was almost asleep again, if not already. Ever so slowly, you brought your hand up and stroked one of his ears. They were really soft-softer than you had imagined and oh-so-adorable. The giddy giggles that threatened to escape you were held back as you gently touched them once more.

After a while, you heard a low purring sound emitting from Yoongi's chest. Your breath caught in your throat at the sound.

"Mmm." He hummed lowly as he tightened his grip around your waist, his fingers almost kneading your flesh. "Keep going, pretty."

The heat in your cheeks raised exponentially at his comment, but you continued to pet his ears nonetheless.

The purring became louder and Yoongi was starting to grab onto the material of your shirt, small sighs mixing with the constant purring.

It was then that you started to ease up on the petting, not wanting to get him fired up so early in the morning.

"You're adorable." You whispered.

His eyes practically snapped opened and he looked up at you.

"I'm not."

"Oh, come on." You chuckled. "Yes you are. Your purring is so cute."

"Don't you dare tell anyone about this."

"About what?" You feigned confusion.

"Good girl." He grinned, the praise sending another rush of butterflies to your stomach.

"Don't you wanna get up and eat?" You asked in an attempt to distract yourself.

"No. I wanna stay here and cuddle with my girlfriend." He raised his head long enough to give you a peck on the lips.

You smiled contently, settling into your pillow.

"That's fine with me."

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#yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #yoongi x y/n #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x you #min yoongi x y/n #bts alice in wonderland au #bts imagines #bts au fic #bts au fanfic #bts scenarios #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines

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hamsterclaw · 7 months

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Fic Library: Seokjin

Worldwide handsome, sexy, absurd, funny, steely Seokjin is always a star, and even more so when he's written by these amazing writers. Check these out and show them some love.

Wrong place, wrong time by @bangtanintotheroom. Seokjin x f! reader in an established relationship, Seokjin's on good form in this hilarious story with the funniest one-liner I've seen in a Jin fic.

The Flower Bridge by @yoongsisbae features Seokjin as a ghost and is soft, sad, poignant and beautifully written.

You can take it by @7deadlysinsfics is soft and smutty and this Seokjin is naughty, sexy and charming.

Fall in hatred by @jimlingss. A sad, stunning and truthful fic about relationships and when they fall apart.

Mood lighting by @sugalaritae features new parents Jin x reader. Sexy, eager, sweet dad Jin is such a treat.

A game of two halves by @madbutgloriouspond was written as part of a sports Jin collab and features an injured soccer player Jin who's snarky, bratty and snappy with his physical therapist reader. There's so much going on below the surface in this story and I love the way Seokjin and reader are written.

Soul on fire by @vyduan is an ongoing soulmate touch AU with a ridiculous but self-aware Seokjin and characters that you root for.

HoHoNO by @imaginethisbts. I always have time for a cracky Christmas fic and this is cracky masterpiece made me laugh so much.

I dream of Jinnie part 2 by @bts-hyperfixation. Written for Kinktober, this is another cracky gem that features a semi-awkward striptease and a fez as well as a subby Jin.

Love language by @augustbutwinter. This office co-workers AU features Seokjin x reader and features a sweetheart of a Seokjin in full hyung mode caring for everyone.

Once bitten, twice shy by @fantasybangtan. A Christmas fic featuring a stellar Bangtan ensemble cast and a warm, fluffy, perfect enemies to lovers setup for doctors Seokjin x reader.

Kiss me by @minisugakoobies is a 90s throwback story set in a college AU with a BMOC Seokjin who's sexy, and dorky, and so so endearing.

A Comedy of Manners by @vyduan is punchy, funny, absurd and beautifully human. It features Seokjin x reader in an arranged marriage AU.

Second first meeting by @taleasnewastime is a supercute Valentine's themed story with an annoying, cocky but sweet Seokjin.

Winter solace by @floralseokjin. A holidays themed story with Seokjin x f! reader that's heartwarming and touches on themes of learning to trust and love again.

Love, lust and life mushrooms by @miscelunaaa is the explicit Super Mario bros themed Seokjin smut of my dreams and I won't hear any different.

#fic rec: seokjin #fic rec: jin #fic recs list: seokjin #fic library: seokjin

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emyluwinter · 2 years

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A little more Silver bullet.

author @jackplushie

Is it necessary for a bartender to have certain skills in order to "impress" his audience?Isn't it.

Imagine that the Bartender Yuu specially learned very cool tricks to work as bartenders earlier and somehow they have a very good experience.

Watch these couple of videos. You will definitely like it!

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Criminals boys seeing the dexterous hands of the Bartender

- Wow…..◉_◉

For the most part, the Bartender Yuu show their skills to "free their head" from thoughts that they need to be on the alert all the time, in addition, it is a good distraction so that someone stops asking personal questions.

Yuu are already tired of erasing another tirade from the complaint book that they did not answer what their favorite shoe is or whether they wear different socks on odd numbers. And also a terrifying number of questions that the Bartender Yuu is already pretty tired of listening to.

Are they some kind of reference for you?!?

And the bartender Yuu very famously opens corks and bottle caps. Often using them as a "small" or direct warning that someone should stop and see the limit of what is allowed.

The Heartslabyul gang were the very first "viewers" when Yuu were in a very very very crappy mood and one of the groups in the bar hall still did not try to calm down their conflict.

Very famously and with a sharp movement knocking off the lids of two bottles, Yuu got next to the people arranging the conflict and quarrel. The shadow on the Bartender's face gave a clear warning that they would no longer be so "condescending" if they didn't stop.

-G e n t l e m e n…should I remind you that your fist dancing is not welcome here? After exchanging glances, the men swallowed nervously and very slowly sat back down in their seats. Like two ashamed puppies.

After finishing his work with the drink, Yuu puts a cocktail glass in front of Riddle

- Your cocktail "Blush roses" mister, with strawberry liqueur om as you requested.

Riddle is delighted as a child looks at the glass and then looks at the hands of the bartender Yuu.His face is ruddy with awe and adoration. - You have…amazing skills…

Thank you sir. So, have the others already chosen?

Ace chuckles softly as he looks at Riddle

- the Leader is even redder than his drink. Just like a girl in front of her lover.. Trey shushed him softly.

Riddle suddenly blurted out a question trying to keep the attention of the Bartender Yuu - ah…u..How do you feel about hedgehogs?!

The bartender Yu looks at the drink with a puzzled expression and then at Riddle

- Sir, should I have made a lighter drink?You haven't even had a sip and you've already been carried away…

Ace had to bite his fist to keep from laughing and being shot on the spot. Cater was quietly snorting with laughter along with Trey. But Deuce didn't quite get the joke right away.

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Azul sees Yuu's skills and quietly whispers curses. - Damn you….I want to steal this bartender Jade grinned - I don't think they'll appreciate this act. Floyd - but effective…

Jade taking a photo of a mushroom made of ice by "request" in her cocktail - you have such elegant wrists and ankles Yuu~

Meanwhile, the bartender Yuu is preparing another drink, throwing his phrase like a weather news report. - Mister, if you say again that "ankles would look great thrown back on your shoulders", I will pour you only anise with licorice and a mound of salt.

Azul gasps at the words of the Bartender and blushes thinking about something "his"

Floyd imagined the taste and immediately frowned - some kind of crappy tequila comes out…

#twsited wonderland #twst #silver bullet au #silver bullet #mafia au #twst mafia au #twst yuu #twst mc #disney twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #Youtube

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whumpy-writings · 3 months

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Helpless

Febuwhump 2024 Day 1

The Dhampir Files Masterlist

CW: Non-con drugging, abusive parents (whumpees are adults), carewhumpers, reference to murder of parents

"You're an old man now, ya know that?" Cal leaned against the doorframe, smirking. Renn rolled his eyes.

"You're older than me."

"Exactly. Welcome to the old man club, where our favorite activity is napping and complaining loudly about the weather." Cal crossed the room and ruffled Renn's hair. Renn slapped his hand away playfully.

"But seriously, Renn. Happy Birthday."

"Thanks," Renn said. "I honestly can't believe I'm twenty. Part of me didn't think we'd live this long."

Cal sighed. "Wow, way to bring down the mood." He wrapped Renn in a hug. Renn closed his eyes and squeezed his brother back. They were dhampirs, half human and half vampire. They weren't supposed to exist. If the authorities ever discovered them, they would be executed. There had been several close calls over the years, but they had so far evaded detection.

"Boys! Dinner is ready," Silvie called from downstairs. She was the human housekeeper who had taken care of them for the past few years. Ever since things with their vampire parents had gone sour.

The two boys tromped downstairs. Renn breathed in the scent of rosemary roasted chicken. It was his favorite meal.

"It's smells delicious in here." Renn pulled out his chair and settled in, Cal in the chair across from him.

"I would hope so. I've been slaving away at the stove all day. There's mushroom soup, rosemary chicken, mashed potatoes, and a lemon cake for dessert." Silvie put a dish of butter on the table, removed her apron, and sat down.

Renn's mouth watered at the feast. He started to fill his plate. "Thank you, Silvie. Everything looks amazing."

"Anything for you, Renn. Happy birthday."

They talked and laughed as they ate. Renn drank the cup of blood Silvie had provided for him to wash down his dinner.

Silvie brought out the cake and she and Cal fussed over how best to arrange the twenty candles on top.

"Well make a wish," Cal said.

Renn stared at the flickering flames, contemplating. Then he blew out the candles. I wish for twenty more years just like this.

The cake was, of course, heavenly. Renn leaned back in his chair. "I pronounce this birthday feast a success." He got to his feet and started to gather the dirty dishes.

"Hey, I got those," Cal said as he swatted Renn's hand away. Renn let his brother have the dishes. Cal was at the sink when Renn noticed Silvie crying.

"What's wrong?" Renn pulled out a chair next to her, his brow pinched in concern. She looked at her lap and sniffled into a handkerchief.

"Oh, nothing. You boys are just both so grown up." Sylvie looked at him with a sad expression. "It feels like it went by so fast." She stroked his cheek. "I'll miss you."

"What do you mean?" Renn asked. "I'm not going anywhere."

Sylvie's eyes widened. "I mean . . . I'll miss the little boy you used to be."

Renn couldn't suppress his snort. "Really? I think I single-handedly gave you at least three-quarters of your grays."

Sylvie laughed. "You weren't that bad. I only got half from you, the other half came from your brother."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Cal called from the sink. "I'm an angel."

"What about that time you brought an entire bucket of frogs into the house?" Renn asked.

Cal spun around. "It was freezing outside! I was trying to save them."

Sylvie chuckled. "I swear my heart almost gave out when I woke up to a frog on my pillow."

The rest of the evening passed quietly. Renn changed into his nightclothes and climbed into bed. It was early spring and he left the window cracked open to get the cool night breeze. The only sounds were the chirping of the crickets and the wind whooshing through the leaves. Renn, Cal, and Sylvie lived in a little house out in the country, far away from prying eyes. It hadn't always been that way. Renn shook off the memory. They were here now, that's what mattered. He was just about to put his candle out when there was a knock at his door.

"Come in."

Sylvie came in, a candle in one hand and a cup in the other.

"I brought you some tea," she said as she set the candle on the table. "I know how much you like the chamomile."

Renn sat up in bed and took the teacup. "Thanks. Does it have-"

"Yes, I put in two dollops of honey."

Renn grinned. "You're the best, Sylvie."

Renn took a sip of the tea. He sighed at the sweetness. Sylvie sat down on the edge of his bed.

"I love you, Renn. Please always remember that."

Renn's forehead creased. "I love you too. Are you alright? You've seemed sad today." He took another sip of his tea. He could feel a headache coming on.

"You've always been such a sweet boy. I asked them for more time, but they said it had to be now."

"Wh-what are you talking about?" Renn asked. His vision blurred and his head pounded. He suddenly was so, so tired. Sylvie took the cup from him as he fell back against the pillows.

"I'm sorry," Sylvie said. Renn's eyes widened. She had drugged him. But why? He tried to move away from her but his limbs were as heavy as lead. Sylvie shifted his head into her lap. "Don't fight it. It's no use. Just relax, Renn." Renn's eyes drifted shut. He forced them open. He had to get away. He had to warn Cal. He attempted to yell but all that came out was a strangled sob. He was going to die. He had always thought he would burn to death. That someday the authorities would discover him and Cal and have them burned at the stake for being monstrosities. He had never thought it would be like this. Drugged by the woman who he loved as if she was his own mother.

"It's okay honey, it's okay," Sylvie soothed as she ran a hand through his hair. "You're just going to sleep for a little bit." Renn wanted to pull away from her, but he was completely helpless. The last thing he saw before the darkness claimed him was the tear sliding down Sylvie's face.

Renn floated in the darkness for what felt like eternity.

"He's more sensitive than Callum," a voice said. "She should have given him a smaller dose."

"She had no way of knowing that," another voice said. "He'll be fine. It'll just take a little longer to get through his system."

Renn whimpered. His head pounded and he had never felt so sore in his life. He blinked his eyes open. The light burned and he snapped them shut again with a groan.

"Ah, you're awake!"

"W-" Renn coughed. His tongue felt thick and a bout of dizziness washed over him. He tried again. "W-where am I?"

"You're home, my beautiful boy. You're finally home." That voice. Renn knew that voice. With enormous effort, he opened his eyes.

"Mother?"

"Yes baby, I'm here." She looked just like he remembered. Long black hair pulled back into a sensible bun, a no-nonsense gray dress, eyes that sparkled with what he had once thought was love. He knew better now.

"You had Sylvie drug me," he said.

His father spoke up. "I'm sorry about that, it must have been unpleasant. But you never would have come home otherwise."

"Of course not!" Renn yelled. His heart pounded and he was hit by the instinct to flee. He had never wanted to see them again. Not after he had seen them murder his human mother and Cal's human father in cold blood. "You killed them. You killed our parents right in front of us."

Father sighed. "For what it's worth, we didn't intend for you and Callum to see that. The only reason we eliminated them was to protect you two."

Renn let out a deep breath. "Why am I here? Where's Cal?" He tested his limbs and found he could barely move a finger.

"Callum's downstairs. We've already spoken with him," Mother said. "As for why you're here, you'll be helping us to push the boundaries of modern science. You and Callum are the first dhampirs to make it to maturity in generations. We know next to nothing on dhampir anatomy and physiology, so we'll be studying you two."

Renn's throat went dry. "You're going to dissect us?"

Father had the audacity to laugh. "Oh no, of course not. We're much more interested in how your bodies work than what they look like on the inside." That wasn't very reassuring.

"You're too special to waste on something as unrefined as dissection," Mother pitched in. Renn closed his eyes as tears burned. "You must be exhausted. Let's take you downstairs."

Renn couldn't fight back as his father picked him up and carried him to his fate.

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vespersposts · 1 year

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Babe

We all know that Daiki hates vegetables, but if you're the one cooking them, that's okay too. 🍅🥦🥕

For this story, I wanted to play a little bit with the theme of expressing your feelings: some people are naturally inclined to share their thoughts, and some people struggle a little bit more, and maybe Valentine's Day is a good opportunity to take an extra step. 💙

I hope you enjoy it,

Vesper

You have known each other for a long time, but sometimes you still wonder what’s going on in his head.

Especially when he is so quiet and silent.

Today, however, the situation is worse than usual, as he has even offered to help you with the houseworks, without specifying the details of his reward.

The main event is to clean up the black hole he calls the 'drawer of my basketball stuff'.

Daiki's not messy, he's just lazy: he doesn't take the trouble to fold his shirts, uniforms, shorts or hang up his socks but he gets upset when he can't find what he wants to wear, especially if it's for practice or a game. He will chase you around the house yelping like a hungry puppy until you, exhausted by his complaints, plunge your magical hands into that pandemonium of technical clothing and pull out what he wants; each time arousing his amazement and unleashing an exaggerated gratitude that is both sincere and mischievous.

But today is different.

You can tell by the way he follows your instructions without distraction, you can see it in the way he meticulously folds his clothes and places his terry socks in the compartments. He doesn't complain, he doesn't find an excuse to go for his phone, he doesn’t try to lift you and throw you on the bed, claiming a sudden dizziness because of the little attention you're giving him.

He behaves well, very well, that's why you have mixed feelings.

"Are you in the mood for something different for dinner tonight ?" you ask, turning your eyes to his, busy trying to figure out if the arm bands he holds in his hands are the same colour or not.

"Your choice babe, I'm up for anything!" he replies with a smile.

"Veggie burgers and mashed potatoes?" you offer, aware of the avalanche of complaints that will soon overwhelm you. Veggies are a forbidden, dark spell in his vocabulary, especially since it was your revelation that chips are not real food, let alone vegetables.

Daiki blinks and returns your hug, running his big hand down your back before leaning in for a chaste, lip-smacking kiss.

" All right babe, gonna eat veggies if it makes you happy ! " he sighs, shrugging his shoulders in a surrender that is as easy as it is suspicious.

You tie your hair up in a ponytail, wash your hands, open the big fridge in the kitchen, arrange carrots, celery, onions, cabbage and shiitake mushrooms on the chopping board and sigh. From the kitchen window, your gaze falls on the pedestrian street where, under the yellowish light of street lamps, you see many people enjoying the cold, clear evening. They walk slowly, hand in hand, flowers and presents swinging from their arms. Some are posing romantically in front of the large maple tree, others are exchanging shy glances, while scattered singles are looking around nervously, sure that someone exciting, their beloved maybe, will suddenly appear around the corner. All that love frenzy for no apparent reason, as if Cupid himself was shooting arrows at them or there was a virulent epidemic of romance in the air.

Only then you realise what a day it is,above all you realise that you have not prepared or bought anything for him. Valentine's day was about to slip through your fingers, caught up as you were running from one end of your life to the other, trying to carve out a few hours just for the two of you. Hours you wasted cleaning your house, teaching him the useless art of folding clothes and matching socks, instead of celebrating what you achieved in your relationship. You should have told him how happy you were to turn your head and find him beside you, buy a sweet treat to share, or at least dress in something nicer than an old cartoon hoodie and leggings. Small signs of care, so unusual to someone as independent as you, but that instead came so easy from him, who isn't the best at speeches, but who affirms his feelings every day through small gestures addressed to you and you only.

You look at the ceramic bowl full of the tangerines he peeled without even asking, because he knows how much you like them; but he also knows how much the smell of orange oil on your fingers annoys you. You touch their firm slices, the white veins, the cold white surface of the bowl, lost in your thought until you sense his figure behind your back. You feel the warmth of his large frame, the good smell of his skin, his strong arms sliding around your waist, his chin resting on your head, his hands lazily caressing your womb and hips until he feels you relax against his chest.

" I forgot it’s Valentine's day" you admit, earning an amused chuckle behind your shoulders "It just slipped off my mind" you repeat, almost horrified at your own alleged negligence.

" Are you apologising for forgetting a sappy commercial festivity ?" the boy's voice adds ironically, then closes his lips on your head, on your temple, turning you gently around to look into his eyes to put your guilt at rest for good “Who cares, babe” he concludes, caressing your nape with his long fingers .

"I'm so sorry, Daiki, I didn't mean to" you confess, lowering your eyes and feeling your body wrapped by his broad shoulders, his arms holding you tightly, his nose bumping into yours just to give you a fleeting eye contact before closing your mouth with his, chasing away those bitter, meaningless words. You feel his warm hand on the back of your spine, his knee slipping mischievously between your legs, his lips leaving yours only for the time of those words.

"Let me make it simple: as long as I have you, fuck Valentine's Day! " he exclaims, shifting the attention of his incredible eyes from yours to a spot on your neck which he first rubs with his thumb and then closes between his lips, determined to give you an everlasting memory of the night. You try to answer, but all he wants is to know that you will give in. You feel your body go soft, almost liquid, under the touch of his fingers. You call his name and he moans in response, pressing you against the kitchen counter, stopping his love attack as breathless words escape your lips: "I love you with all my heart".

You can almost feel him shiver, you can see him blink, his eyes get a little moist and he looks at you with genuine astonishment, for you are rarely so brave in expressing your feelings. He smiles at you and brings his lips to yours for a second, enjoying yet another provocation he can't seem to let go of. "That’s quite a gift, babe, let me return the favour " he adds, making you sit down on the kitchen counter to thank you, peppering your smiling face with little kisses until you, bothered by all the senseless sweetness, push him away with a gentle shove.

"You’re so annoying! " you giggle, as you get some more kisses and a new set of teases. “But still, you love me with all your heart!” he fondly corrects you, caressing your cheek with his long fingers, bringing his lips close to your earlobe, never taking his mischievous gaze from your eyes.

“I definitely do” you nod, eliciting an amused look.

You bend your head towards him, letting your cheekbone rest against his skin, breathing his breath, tightening your lips, preparing yourself for the most sensual of offers, which is not long in coming.

#knb x reader #knb oneshot #daiki aomine #knb aomine #aomine x reader #aominexyou #knb #knb scenarios #knbsliceoflife #knboneshot #aomine fluff #aomineoneshot #aomine daiki #daiki aomine x reader #aomine scenarios #aomine #aomine slice of life

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drones-of-innocence · 1 year

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Hi Drones! Love your Mareach fanfics (literally top notch💯). I was wondering, what are your thoughts on the movie (assuming you’ve seen it😅)? I have a few thoughts on it, but would love to hear yours!

Hey there!! I appreciate the ask! (And OMG thank you for reading my fics, that's so sweet of you 😭)

I have finally seen the Mario movie and I do have a lot to say haha, and I'm cool with sharing my broad thoughts this way, but if you're looking for a more in-depth discussion then I'm happy to discuss more in a PM!!

Just a brief disclaimer; my opinion reflects only my personal preference! I don't have any problem with disagreement or anyone who feels differently.

I will say the movie was a lot of fun! It was so surreal to see the Mushroom Kingdom on the big screen, and to hear such familiar melodies in cinematic arrangements. It was downright magical, actually. There was plenty to laugh and be amazed at, and so many references that had me grinning the entire time!

About the plot though 😅 There are pacing and some narrative critiques that I've seen so I won't say anything beyond that. The most important thing for me is I believe in the merit of a children's movie being all fun and silly, but I also really feel like this film went out of its way to avoid social commentary at its own expense. Not for no good reason; I know Nintendo does everything possible to keep the Mario franchise as family friendly as possible. But in terms of an impactful story, it fell sort of flat in my view. I feel as if it could have benefitted from some kind of social commentary beyond it's shot at subverting the damsel-in-distress trope.

(That in particular felt like performative feminism in a sense. Maybe it wasn't, maybe it was a sincere attempt at empowering an iconic character. But the default answer in a lot of media to empowering women these days seems to be "make her strong the way that the men characters are." A girlboss, I guess. It feels performative for me because it reaffirms with the idea that strength in character can only be relevant/seen within masculine qualities, and writers can just say "but it's a woman!" while continuing to disregard more feminine examples of strength. It's like a Get Out of Jail Free Card to acknowledging gender inequality.

Like, the problem wasn't that she's a damsel-in-distress; the problem is how pervasive the trope of damsel-in-distress used to be across the board. Except now, pop culture has sort of swung the other way. The problem isn't the girlboss character, the problem is that the girlboss character is perceived as the only correct way of writing "strong women characters." It's just sort of missing the point. The problem is still the same; women characters are stuffed into the same small box of behavior, attitude, and ultimate role depending on what's trendy at the time. I love the damsel-in-distress trope. I also love the girlboss. But it can be tiring to see that same story over and over again, feeling as if there are only a few options for writers to portray women, and realizing that it represents a sort of confinement of understanding for what women are allowed to be in real life for social acceptance, too.)

I get the desire to avoid politics and social issues. I really do, but in my position (studying social sciences), I see social issues as unavoidable. To go without acknowledging them is to ignore them, and from a story perspective, to go without them also kind of makes it boring?

I've seen the argument that it's a children's movie, therefore it doesn't have to be complicated. That's absolutely valid. I wish I could go back to having no thoughts lol. But it's my personal preference to watch a film that makes me think and consider the world from another point of view. And in response to that argument, all I can really say is basically my favorite genre is children's films that have social commentary. (See The Iron Giant, Wall-E, The Little Prince, Megamind, Beauty and the Beast, literally any given Studio Ghibli film. All of these have something to say about society contained within them.) I kind of wish the Mario movie had an interesting point to make in that context, but it didn't really, and that's okay. That's just why it's not one of my favorite movies.

That being said, there is plenty to love. The character designs were absolutely adorable. The Mushroom Kingdom was more than I could have ever dreamed of, and the way Mario and Luigi's brotherly relationship played out was just so beautifully written 🥺 I love that this will undoubtedly expand pop culture's regard for Mario, and maybe draw others into my silly little corner of the internet where I just sit here and publish my fluffy Mareach fanfiction 😆

#Mario Movie Spoilers #Kind of?#Not really anything specific #But anyway #Like I said I do have a LOT more to say #And I'm still having debates in my own head over it #Like how important is it REALLY to have social commentary?#Does struggles for family approval/validation/acceptance count?#(Not enough imo)#Not looking to be controversial #But this is one of the few things I feel mildly qualified to talk about #“ACTUALLY I've been writing Mario fanfic since I was ten so 🤓”#CLEARLY I am a relevant authority on this topic /s #It's literally Mario #It's not that deep #(But I want it to be)#(And that's my problem)#(So I will continue to make my own goofy fanfic over here)#(mine does have some social commentary sometimes)#Just saying I would be down to help write the next film lol #@ Nintendo and Illumination #Sorry for this preachy take but I do have opinions haha #Diary of Drones #Thank you for the ask!!!

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thebawdybaldurian · 2 months

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BG3FicFeb Day 15

SFW: Halsin misidentifies some mushrooms when preparing tea for he and Tav. After Astarion drinks from her after, the trio go on a hallucinogenic trip.

NSFW: Tav repays Astarion's three climaxes with a long teasing session, edging out an amazing orgasm for him.

SFW: Any character is drunk/high

Background: This is a preview of the next chapter of Tale of the Tadpoles, there will just be a little meat added to either side. Tav, Halsin, and Astarion have just agreed upon an arrangement where Tav and Halsin are together while Astarion begins to deal with his traumatic past.

Content and Warnings: Accidental/unintentional drugging, blood-drinking, hallucinations, kissing, druid bear snuggling.

Halsin carefully wound his way through the dense undergrowth of the cove, looking for the dark, moist areas where mushrooms grew. He’d gathered a decent basket of them and other medicinal plants during his walk, but he hoped he could find a few more sunstalks for his morning tea. They would be entering the Shadow Curse the next day and he would need help to keep his mood up. His burgeoning relationship with Tav would help as well, but they’d yet to be intimate aside from their psionic spore encounter. He wanted to wait for the right place, their close-in camp not ideal for the lengthy love-making session he planned to have with her. He spotted a large cluster of them tucked away under a rock and happily harvested them.

With his basket nearly full, he headed back to the camp they’d made on the outskirts of the Grymforge. Tav was on watch, writing in her journal, half propped up on the sleeping owlbear cub, with Scratch snoozing peacefully under her knees. He wasn’t sure how it was comfortable, but all three looked pleased, and it warmed his heart to see her close connection to the animals. It had been no surprise that he had been so drawn to her from the moment they’d met. “Find everything you wanted?” She glanced up at him with a smile.

“Indeed,” he nodded, holding up his basket. “I just hope it can sustain me through the Shadow Curse.”

“I know you are anxious about it,” she managed to get up without disturbing the animals much. “I’m here to help, whatever you need.” She stood on her tiptoes to give him a soft kiss, scrunching her nose when she caught a whiff of all the mushrooms he’d gathered.

“You found some pungent ones I see,” she teased, both she and Astarion had already voiced their dislike for them. “Though I would not mind a little of that tea or porridge we had, even if it made me a little more frisky.”

“Yes, I remember how frisky it made both you and Astarion,” he smiled, trying to forgot the urgent moan he’d heard echo down when he’d gone to scout the Selunite Outpost. The beast inside him was hungry for both of them, but they would all have to wait.

He set about preparing some tea, slicing up the sunstalks with a few other herbs and then setting them to boil. Distracted by her, he missed the small, tan-colored mushroom that the sunstalk had grown around. He offered her the first cup after it was done steeping. “You know, you might finally change my mind on mushrooms,” she took a long, slow sip. “At least some of them.”

“Most of them are an acquired taste,” he smiled, taking his own sip.

“They say the same thing about me,” she teased.

“I liked your taste right away,” he leaned over for another kiss, this one with a little more ardor.

“Is the tea working already?” She pulled her mouth away, flushed and a little lightheaded. She finished her cup, still feeling a bit lightheaded and drowsy. “Would you mind if I went to the tent to rest a little more?” She asked. “The tea seems to be having the opposite effect this time.”

“Of course,” he smiled, giving her one last long kiss before she got up. It felt like she was floating to the tent, Astarion still resting inside. She plopped down hard on her bedroll, picturing herself falling onto her plush feather bed at home.

The impact woke Astarion and he pulled her close with a groggy moan, finding her giggling softly. “What are you up to?” He asked sleepily, nuzzling her neck.

“I got sleepy writing so I thought I’d come in here,” She continued to giggle slightly as he kissed her. He was still recovering from his illness-imposed fast and asked if he might have a little.

“Sure,” she purred, pulling down her trousers even though he’d planned to drink from her neck.

“Did…did you want me to take it from there?” He asked as she ran her hands down her bare thighs. He was nervous about getting too close to the temptation of her sex, given their new arrangement.

“You can have it from anywhere,” she replied, her words becoming slightly slower. “I just didn’t want to wear pants anymore.”

“You’re sure you’re feeling alright?” He looked down at her, her hands now making small motions in the air, like she was composing a song.

“Never better, please,” she swept her hair away so he had full access to her neck.

“Okay,” he watched her for a moment longer, wondering if she was just being her usual odd self. He nuzzled and kissed her neck, taking a small drink from her and almost instantly feeling that same lightheadedness she had gotten. “You taste…different,” he sunk back on his bed roll, beginning to giggle as well.

“You look different,” she rolled on her side, smushing her fingers into his face playfully. “You look…swirly.”

“Swirly?” He opened his eyes, her face also swirling and vibrating in a whirl of colors. “You’re swirly too,” he grabbed a handful of her hair, seeing it flow and shift around his fingers as if she was in water. “You’re…floating too,” he watched as she appeared to rise from her bedroll, her entire body ebbing and flowing with an invisible tide.

“Tav!” Halsin burst into the tent, a silly grin on his face. He’d always called her by her elven name beforehand. “I think…I might have…the tea…there might have been a…whoa…you two are so…bright!”

He looked down at the pair, both lying on their backs, their hands moving through the air like kittens battling an invisible yarn ball, their bodies radiating an aurora of colors. He fell between them, narrowly missing crushing them as they rolled slightly with the newest hallucination that joined them. “Did you see that?!” Tav exclaimed, Halsin appearing like a bright meteor that landed between them. She rolled back over onto her side, caressing the warm, bear-shaped rock.

“It came from the Heavens,” Astarion pawed him as well, his hands reaching Tav’s. Their fingertips danced against one another, as if inputting some secret code in the air.

“What are you weaving?” Halsin asked, reaching up to touch the thread-like strands of their fingers. “I need a scarf.”

“Here,” Tav grabbed her hair and smoothed it across his neck.

“It’s so soft,” he gently stroked her hair, the warmth of it making him hot all over. “But these clothes…they are going to suffocate me,” he began pulling at his robes.

“We’ll save you!” Astarion and Tav both helped pull off his clothes.

They were eventually all naked, laughing and rolling around the tent together as their hallucinations shifted. They touched and caressed each others’ bodies, but not in a sexual way, just in fascination with the forms that appeared before their eyes. When one of them saw or felt something they disliked, the others attended to them and helped them pull themselves into a different hallucination. They began pulling things from their packs, making odd costumes for themselves. They even managed to find Tav’s phallic gem, running the warm crystal across their bodies as its soft glow fascinated them.

Lae’zel woke up and found no one on watch, just the sound of mumbling and giggling coming from the three elves’ shared tent. She pulled open the flap in irritation, finding them mostly undressed, but with clothing and other things wrapped on their bodies in strange ways. “G’lyck,” she sighed, not quite understanding what they were doing.

“It’s the lizard queen!” Tav exclaimed, throwing a shower of paper confetti that she’d been shredding from her journal.

“What are you three doing?” Lae’zel hissed, pulling paper out of her hair.

“Tav and Halsin drank something, and then I drank from Tav and now I’m a wizard!” Astarion laughed, wearing one of Halsin’s boots on his head like a hat.

She left them after making an annoyed noise in her throat and found the nearly empty teapot that had been pulled off the fire. She dumped the rest out and added more wood to the fire. She ignored the silly noises and laughs that emanated from the tent, though was thankful when they finally quieted down. As the other awoke and wondered where the trio was, she told them they were having some strange, sexless orgy.

As the tea and Tav’s spiked blood began to wear off, they settled against one another, still half nude. Halsin had shifted to his bear wild shape at some point and both Tav and Astarion lay nestled in the fur of his splayed frame. They dozed for most of the afternoon, Tav finally waking up first, finding herself sunk into a heap of thick, musky fur. “Dear Gods, what happened?” She looked around the tent, clothes and shredded paper strewn throughout. The gem that she pleasured herself with lie on the floor beside them. “Oh dear,” she picked it up, giving it a cursory sniff. It still smelled clean, with no hint of bodily fluids on it. She carefully stowed it back in her pack and looked over her two sleeping lovers. Astarion lay on his stomach, stretched across the bear’s lower body. She gently stroked Halsin’s fur, his large paws moving slightly as he dreamed.

Astarion finally stirred, coughing slightly at the face full of fur he’d been sleeping in. Tav leaned back across Halsin and stroked Astarion’s messy curls. “Tav,” he asked, raising his head. “What’s going on? Where am I?”

“I think Halsin and I might have accidentally dosed ourselves with magic mushrooms and then accidentally dosed you…” she blushed with a groggy smile.

“Okay,” he sunk back down onto the bear, still slightly drowsy.

NSFW: Edging

Background: A continuation from yesterday’s prompt. Tav and Astarion have just left after he finally met her parents and told them off for their indifferent and cold attitude with their daughter.

Content and Warnings: Female elf x male elf. Kissing, restraints, oral sex, edging, hand job, cock rubbing, PIV sex, mentions of vampiric sex.

Tav and Astarion returned to the inn after their disastrous dinner meeting her parents. Tav was grateful that he’d told them off and showered him with kisses when they returned to their room. They slowly undressed, Tav’s underpants still soaked from him making her come thrice before dinner. She pushed him gently onto the bed, intending to repay each of those climaxes in kind. “You…are simply amazing,” she began to make a trail of wet, smacking kisses down his torso.

“It needed to be done,” he smiled, his cock already stirring from her touch. “You deserve so much better than them.”

“I have you now,” she skimmed her teeth across his chest, biting one of his nipples. “You take such good care of me.”

“Mmmm, you do too,” he sighed, her every touch tailored to exactly what he liked.

“Would you…mind if we tried something?” she looked up at him, her tongue circling his nipple to soothe the pinch of her teeth.

“What did you, ahhh, have in mind?” He asked as she nipped his other nipple between her teeth.

“A few things, actually…but for right now…I’d like to cuff your hands to the headboard…”

“Oh?” He gasped as her tongue encircled his nipple again. “A little role reversal?”

“Just a little,” she grinned, nuzzling his sternum.

“Okay,” he smiled.

She climbed out of bed, his eyes fixed on her naked frame as she went to her pack and pulled out the leather cuffs they’d had since the tadpoled times. They’d been experimenting a bit more with Astarion being submissive, through Tav usually preferred their dynamic of flexible control. He reined in a bit of her chaos and only occasionally had his way with her entirely. They’d just recently used the cuffs their second to last day in Waterdeep, him leaving her tied in bed and teasing her the entire day, before finally letting her come in an a thunderous climax that had gotten them banned from ever staying at the establishment again. This is precisely what she intended to do to him, though in a shorter time frame.

She cuffed him to the bed, kissing him hungrily, her honey already oozing down her thighs. “Gods, look at you,” he sighed, praying she intended to let him taste her. “You already know exactly what you’re going to do to me…don’t you?”

“Mmmmmhmmm,” she joined his eyes at her thighs, her slick skin glistening in the firelight. “Do you want to taste it?”

“More than anything,” he licked his lips. He’d had just a sample of her when he’d fingered her earlier.

She swung her legs around, straddling him in the opposite direction and moved her hips back into his face. He nuzzled his face into her honey greedily, much like when Halsin got ahold of her or a freshly harvested comb. She pulled away slightly, so his tongue could only skim her, letting her own mouth fall upon his wobbling cock. “Mmmhhhhh,” he hummed into her as she moved further away, a thread of her honey dangling between her cunt and his tongue.

“Not too much,” she sucked on the head of his cock, her hands cupping his balls gently. “I’m keeping you here most of the night.”

“Yeah?” He trembled as her mouth engulfed him, the trail of honey falling down onto his chest.

She sucked him hungrily, teasing her juicy cunt just out of his tongue’s reach. Sometimes she would move back just enough that he could take another lick if he strained his neck a little. She’d been clever to restrain him, he’d have pulled her hips back straight into his mouth if he hadn’t been. He grunted softly as he felt the pressure of his climax grow, a tear drop of arousal swinging from her engorged lips. “Please,” he begged, seeing it threatening to drop down onto his torso.

“What?” She looked back at him with a wet grin, her hand slowing around his cock.

“You’re overflowing,” he eyed the glistening drop. “I need it.”

“Just a little,” she moved her hips back, letting his tongue scoop it up and lick a long trail along her entire slit. “Ah ah,” she tutted and moved her hips away. “Are you thirsty?”

“Mmmm,” he nodded. “Your parents’ wine was as terrible as they were.”

“Let me get you something then,” she climbed out of bed, his cock wiggling without her touch.

She retrieved one of his enchanted blood bottles, pouring the magically unclotted liquid into a chalice for him. She brought it to his lips, letting him drink the contents. “Enough?” She asked when he’d finished, licking the viscous fluid from his lips. He nodded as she set the cup down and straddled his upper thighs. His cock wobbled to her like a divining rod. “I was thinking,” she said, letting a large bead of saliva trail off her tongue, waiting patiently for it to meet the head of his cock. “That if this lead is fruitful,” she continued as she began to stroke him again. “We should do a few final roleplays before you are cured.”

“Hmmm,” he grinned. “Like stumbling across you in a dark alley as strangers?”

“Or,” she pulsed her hands around his slick cock, making him grunt again. “You spider-climbed up to the window of a young virgin, who was sitting innocently in bed.”

She felt a little tremor go up his cock at the prospect of that scenario. “I could use a Shrink spell on my cunt…and be so tight for you.”

He groaned at that, the leather cuffs whining against his straining wrists. “Oh fuck, yes,” he moaned. “I’d be…so gentle, mmmm,” he moved his hips with her hand, nearing climax again.

“Not yet, my love,” she moved her hands away, his legs trembling desperately. “Did you have anything in mind you’d like to try?” She hovered over him, teasing her slick cunt against the head of his cock, pre-cum dribbling out of it.

“Tav…” he could barely think, let alone suss out a better scenario than she’d just described. “I need you.”

“I know, my love,” she pressed her slick warmth onto him, laying his throbbing cock against his stomach. “Tell me what else you want to do with me.”

“I want to…mmm,” he moaned as she slowly slid down his shaft, her lips cupping around him slightly. “Hmmmhh, please Tav.”

“I know you can do it,” she whispered, sliding back up him, letting the head of his cock press ever so slightly into her slit. “It will all be worth it, I promise.”

He closed his eyes, searching for an answer for her, needing to be engulfed by her cunt and erupt inside her. “I want to…emmmmfff…pull you onto the ceiling and…ahhhhhhh….fuck you senseless…..upside down….with a mirror under us…so I can…yes…fuck Gods,” he moaned as she finally welcomed him inside her, settling around him without moving.

“I’ll keep going if you will,” she teased, squeezing her pelvic muscles around him.

“Oh fuck….I want to see your body from every…..ghhhhh…angle…and….mmmm…have you floating in the air and fill you with every….errrrrrm fucking drop of my fuckkkkkkkkk ohhh gooooood…” he exploded inside her as she rode his shaft with every word, his vision going dark for a moment and his restraints making the wood of the headboard groan along with him. He’d enjoyed an incalculable amount of pleasure with her, but this was now the pinnacle.

His mind finally returned from whatever plane his climax had sent him to, feeling her quiver and whimper around him as she squeezed out one last little climax along with him. “Can you…hmmm…untie…I need to hold you,” he could barely catch the breath he didn’t even need to take. She reached up to unfasten his wrists, nipping his ear and letting him take ahold of her body when he embraced her. He rolled them to their sides, nestling her against him as tightly as it was comfortable for her. They breathed against one another, the only sound of their silent repose. She eventually stirred a little, leaving tiny kisses over his heart and moving her head up so she could look at him. “This is going to get us banned from another inn, you know,” he smiled, giving her a grateful kiss.

“I know,” she smiled. “I think I heard the headboard crack.”

“It definitely did,” he laughed. “You are…not made for words sometimes. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she nuzzled his nose. “Whether we ever find a cure or not…I’ll love you…forever.”

He spoke the same to her in elven, promising that their souls would always find one another.

“Sooo…would a Shrink Spell…work Iike that?” He blushed.

“In theory,” she grinned. “You’d need quite a bit of blood to maintain a ceiling crawl on me, right?”

“In theory,” he teased.

“I can’t wait to test these theories then,” she kissed him again, as the innkeeper downstairs was already writing a notice to stick on their door.

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