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sailoryooons · 22 days

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Incubus yoongi x reader

Go wild with smut maybe theres fluff and angst too! Love your writing so much

☾ Pairing: Incubus!Yoongi x archdevil!Reader

☾ Summary:

Sunder (sun·der) transitive verb : to break apart or in two : to separate by or as if by violence or by intervening time or space Sunder (sun·der) intransitive verb : to become parted, disunited, or severed

☾ Word Count: 5,297

☾ Genre: Smut, Forbidden Romance, Angst, Fated Lovers

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

☾ Warnings: Vague worldbuilding - this takes place in a Hell setting so.. Lots of talk of literal hell, implied violence and war, themes of classism/species racism, hint of political scheming, depiction of servants who are chained/collared, implications of sex work/incubi being bread specifically for sex work, honestly Yoongi and reader kinda give co-dependant vibes, explicit language, explicit sexual content including oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, a little bit of overstim, cum eating if you squitn, multiple orgasms, bleeding/scratching/biting, possessive themes… um I don’t know the smut scene is more PrOsEy than straight-up smut.

☾ Published: Sunday, April 7 2024

☾ A/N: We are using Forgotten Realms (dnd) lore because I was randomly inspired to do so. You need zero knowledge of Forgotten Realms or dnd lore to read this - there is vague world building and references to a plot on the side that I imagine Yoongi and reader are a part of but that does not happen in this little one shot. I just did it for the tension and because I’m out of control. 100% change I got some dnd lore wrong - don’t care, I kinda made it my own in parts as needed!!! Thank you!!!

☾ A/N 2: Dear anon, I don’t have a clue what this is, but it was inspired by a very specific scene in the movie Troy when Paris (Orlando Bloom) sneaks up to Helen’s (Diane Kruger) room while the Greeks and Trojans are downstairs partying and he’s like hehe let’s bang it out. That’s it. I really hope you like this because sometimes I fill requests and I'm like ..... that probably was not what they had in mind and yet here I am, delivering whatever ??? this is ??

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A pair of dark eyes in the shadows around the party catches your attention as you listen to Archdevil Belial's drone about his victory in Phlegethos. The fiend’s words fall on deaf ears as your gaze narrows to a deadly point on the man lingering in the shadows across the room, keeping away from the revelry with a single chalice in his hand.

And he’s staring at you.

You feel your muscles constrict as you flick your gaze away, your heart rate picking up speed as you try and focus on Belial again. It isn’t a story you care to hear about - he’s been droning about his defeat of the Kelemvor worshipers on the fiery planes of Phlegethos. Hardly a battle as much as a skirmish outside of the city gates that demanded his attention.

Archdevil Belial is none the wiser that the creature he really desires to kill is lurking at the edge of the party, burning eyes on you as he cocks his head and glances toward the empty staircase that leads toward the living quarters.

There’s a twitch of irritation in your stomach as Yoongi turns and vanishes into the shadows. He is good at being seen only when he wants to, which works in his favor when he enters the hall of his greatest enemies, all in one room because of war meetings against the very fiend who now slips upstairs to your bedroom.

It was only a matter of time before Yoongi showed up - despite the level of stupidity it takes to show up in the hall of your sworn enemy. Yoongi likes to show off though. He likes to remind his enemies - and himself - that he is not so easily kept out of places that he wants to be.

Especially if those places he’s being kept from have you inside of them.

“Thank you for the conversation, Lord Belial,” you interrupt. The devil looks at you with his mouth open, eyes blazing as you interrupt him to dismiss yourself. You feel a small twist of satisfaction. “I must retire for the evening. I am returning home tomorrow before starting my campaign through the realms to ensure my father’s army are being… led properly.”

Belial’s face twitches in irritation. You’re above his station - though not too far - and decorum is everything in matters of spoken insult. “Yes,” he agrees. “It is important for our… figureheads to inspire. The Whip of Asmodeus paints a threatening picture, to be sure. It is hard to be of influence on the battlefield - we do appreciate your efforts off the field.”

A laugh like cutting glass bubbles from your lips. “You honor me.” You feel the ice in your mouth when you dip your head politely, pretending to be unbothered by the implication that you’re nothing but an empty threat. “I will see you in a tenday, Lord Belial, when I come to inspire in Phlegethos.”

With a curt turn, you cut through the party toward the stone dias. Those in attendance part for you like water parting around a sharp boulder, hurrying to get out of your way. Figurehead or real threat doesn’t matter - you’re the daughter of their lord and by rights their lady.

Your father sits on his throne of twisted bone and fire ahead of the party, crimson eyes drinking in all that happens from his seat of power. Yet he has missed something incredibly important that now lingers upstairs waiting for you. The thought makes your lips twitch in a smirk as you ascend the stairs to where Asmodeus sits, a giddy tingle in your belly.

A beautiful incubus boy sits next to the throne on the floor, a gold collar around his neck with a glittering chain that leads to Asdmodeous’ hand. The incubus looks at your father with adoration, gold eyes burning. Mouth agape. Breath catching.

You don’t know how much of it is performance. It’s always hard to tell with the lower level fiends what is real and what is an act. It’s part of the dangerous game they play, and thought you’re more accustomed to their kind - especially the one lurking in your room - you’re still unsure how to tell the difference with this one.

You catch the scent of honey and vanilla as you step nearer, though the incubus doesn’t look at you. You immediately feel the ebbing power of allure from the creature, battering your senses just being so close. Asmodeus seems unaffected by the battering power of lust radiating from the incubus, but you see the two guards behind him glance toward the creature on the floor.

You grit your teeth and ignore the twist in your gut, trying not to be irritated. Only one man has power over you this way. It isn’t the incubus’ fault that he’s doing what he was trained to do, but the sudden pitch in your stomach and dizziness you feel around him unsettles you.

“I am returning to my chambers, Father,” you murmur, bowing deeply. “I have grown wear of Belial’s peacocking.”

Behind him are two massive Orthons, no less than eight feet in height and wide like a troll. Their horns are curling and battle-scarred, ugly tusks showing from thick, fat lips. The beasts are hellish weapons from wars passed, now assigned to the personal guard of your father. You note that they also did not notice the shadowy incubus slipping into their party and up the stairwell.

It almost makes you tsk. Even for a creature as skilled and powerful as Yoongi, slipping past an entire party full of the most powerful infernals in the realms is impressive. He is, of course, more than just an incubus now, but still. The sheer magnitude of doing it successfully is not lost on you - and makes you worried for his sanity.

“Sleep well,” Admodeous voice rumbles, his voice like stones grinding together. “Tomorrow, you return to Malbolge and ready to set out on your campaign.” His fiery eyes turn to you and you feel the weight of the burning Nine Hells press against you. “They will feel the crack of the Whip of Asmodeous and know that we are mighty.

“It will be done.”

“She is as pretty as My Lord is,” the incubus boy purrs from where he sits at the foot of the throne. You glance at him, realizing that his golden gaze has broken away from your father and turned to you. Your stomach twists in equal parts anger, guilt, and disgust as you feel the lick of his power. “The House of Asmodeus is as beautiful as they are powerful.”

Again, it’s hard to discern if the incubus is performing or if he means it. Asmodeus pulls the chain hard, yanking incubus toward him. You hear his neck pop, though it doesn’t break as the creature wimpers at the sudden show of violence. “Do not speak to her, worm. You are nothing. She is the Heir Apparent and Princess of the Nine Hells. You are fodder.”

The incubus cowers, and ducks his head away from you, curling in on himself. The sensual allure to him lessens distinctly, the energy souring. You feel your fingers twitch as you think of Yoongi. It is not difficult to guess that Asmodeous’ newfound desire to humiliate and dissipate incubi and succubi are inspired by his hatred and inability to rid himself of Yoongi’s stain.

Swallowing thickly, you bow once more, slipping backward off the dias and toward the stairs that lead upward. No one guards them - there are supposed to be no enemies at this party - and shadow falls over them, the torches flickering as though watching you ascend.

Music and voices follow you up the stairs, the soft click of your shoes against the carved stone louder in the growing silence as you navigate to your bedrooms. The staircase winds and the sounds drift further away from you until it’s only the crackling of occasional sconces and your steps.

Two heavy doors in the west wing of the Citadel belong to your bedroom. The crackling energy of the arcana buzzing along them acting as a lock makes your skin tingle. You mutter the password and feel the pop of magic as it vanishes, allowing you to push heavily against one of the doors to grind it open.

The room is both yours and not. It was your room for most of your life growing up under the ruler of the Nine Hells, opulent and dark, full of old possessions and heavy, draping curtains to keep out the smoke and ruin, rich art painted by careful hands with red and purple splashed across canvas.

Now, it feels like a room that belonged to someone else entirely. You’re no longer the vicious little thing that thought would sit on the throne in Nessus one day. You’re no longer the unthinking weapon that Asmodeous uses to maintain order and public punishment.

A large bed stands on a lifted dais, covered in silks and piled high with pillows. They lay undisturbed as you close the door behind you and mutter the password again, feeling the static of magic seal them shut behind you. It would take a small army to batter through them, thankfully.

Your eyes scour the room. Embers burn in a smoldering fireplace, offering little light in the dimness of the bedroom. A large sitting area stretches to the right with leather chairs and velvet chaises, tables covered in untouched books and scrolls.

To the left is an open study, a heavy wooden desk in the middle of the room backed with bookshelf-covered walls and heavy chests locked with tombs inside. You see the cover of a journal flipped open, the only sign that Yoongi had been lingering in your study snooping.

Your mouth twitches at the corner as you look away from it. Yoongi leaving something out of place is only ever on purpose, a confirmation to you that yes - his visit has double meaning. You might be the primary reason the incubus and favored chosen warrior of a death god has snuck into his enemy’s home, but you’re not the only reason. Of course he is looking for any extra information he can use against his enemies.

It stings a little more than you’d like.

Stepping further into the room, you swivel your gaze back and forth, looking for a sign of the slippery man himself. A master of shadows, Yoongi is only seen when he wants to be. Strange, for a fiend whose very nature is to be seen and devoured, to give and to receive, to lure and enjoy. Most of his life has been spent in spectacle, and now he spends it in the shadows.

Warm breath brushes against the back of your neck, making your skin prickle. “I like this dress.”

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Yoongi’s callused fingers brush up your arm. It’s a ghost of touch but it makes your eyelids flutter shut, warmth thrumming in your stomach immediately. Unlike the incubus downstairs, you don’t feel a magnetic pull that is arcane here. You just feel the pull to Yoongi - a desire that is your own and fueled by nothing else.

He has no reason to use his charm here. It makes you shiver as you lean backward into him, eager to feel the solidness of his chest and smell the sweet wine on his breath.

“You always say that,” he purrs, the words low and scratchy. His other hand comes up to brush his fingers up and down your other arm, pulling you toward him full. You melt, fading into him faster than you should. “When will you learn that I will go wherever you are?”

“Even if it means your own demise? You’re in the Citadel of Asmodeus.”

“He’s killed me before.” Yoongi’s touch is more solid now, hands exploring your waist and curves, squeezing your flesh, pressing you against his waist. You rest the back of your head against his neck, inhaling cedarwood and sage. “I’m not so easily destroyed.”

“Don’t.”

You don’t want to recall the many times Yoongi has been wrenched away from you. Each time a little closer to permanence than the last. Time and time again, he has been ripped from your hands as your father attempts to destroy the fate linking you, to burn it until there is no tether there.

“You’ve been good,” Yoongi notes. His hand goes to the silk strings on the side of your dress, pulling them undone. “He truly thinks you no longer think of me? That he has succeeded where he has failed a dozen times before?”

“Yes.”

“His arrogance knows no bounds. He’ll think he’s a god, soon enough.”

You turn your head to the side, brushing your mouth against Yoongi’s. His lips are warm and taste of wine, urging your tongue to swipe across his bottom lip for a taste. “Is he not?” you ask against his mouth, fighting the need to shiver as one side of your dress falls open. “He rules the Nine Hells absolutely.”

“Oh come off it,” He laughs. “You and I both know that isn’t true, otherwise he wouldn’t be in a civil war. Plus… I have recently acquired Avernus and Dis.”

You straighten and turn around sharply to look at him, brows furrowing. For a moment, you forget what it is he’s said to shock you. You’re hypnotized by eyes dark enough that they reflect the stars when in the mortal world, a mouth that is soft and sensuous, a gentle, round nose that is opposed to the way he can turn it up at someone in a sneer. A faded scar over one eye - one of many that he's received over the years.

Yoongi is beautiful the way the moon is, distant and cold, but with a glow of softness that is often underestimated.

You had made that mistake before. A long time ago, incubi and the lower creatures of the Nine Hells hadn’t been a blip on your radar. They were nothing to a princess of the Nine Hells, someone whose entire purpose for existing would be to one day step into ruling over all nine of the realms crushed in your father’s fist.

Now, you know better. You’d been a silly, arrogant girl then, head filled with dreams of ruling over the dread cities and bringing the dukes and duchesses to heel. You’d never considered that perhaps your existence was more for appearances and leverage than anything else.

A puppet.

Belial, was, unfortunately, quite right about that.

“What do you mean you have Avernus and Dis?”

“The skirmish in Phlegethos was a distraction. The dukes and duchess’ have been so frenzied about making sure they don’t have any disruptions in their rule that Belial scrambled to deal with his, turning his eye away from the others. Mammon… well you know Mammon. He is not a concern, for now. He cares little who holds Avernus and Dis.” You narrow your eyes at him. “I had help with Dis.”

That sours your stomach. “Bel.”

“He has no love for Zariel. And he’s from Dis.”

“He’s a traitor. You’d do well not to trust him. Who knows when he’ll turn on you if promised something.”

“The Nine Hells are full of traitors.” Yoongi’s deft fingers undo the other side of your dress. “Including me. You think I would not sell out every single one of my fighters for you, hmm?” Yoongi presses a wet kiss to your jaw. You lean your head back to give him access to your throat. “You think I wouldn’t throw away being Kelemvor’s chosen and carrying his mantle for a chance to have you forever?”

“You do have me.”

“Not in the way we are designed.” His voice is a growl as he bites at your throat, teeth scraping. You feel dizzy in his arms, but he holds you steadfast. “You were designed for me by the wheels of fate, and I for you. All of this - war, death, political scheming - it stands in our way and I would betray the god who gives me my many lives to cut to the chase in an instant.”

The rage-laced words are an anger you’re familiar with. Two creatures born to exist for one another - more than fated mates. Your very existence tied to Yoongi’s is a matter of universal balance, two threads of fabric that must remain woven together, lest the realms collapse.

Divine Scales. Two lives bound together that must remain in balance for the rest of the world to exist. You and Yoongi are not the only Divine Scales in the realms, but you’re perhaps one of the most difficult to balance in a world set on keeping you apart.

You, the daughter of the Archduke of the Nine Hells. Yoongi, an incubus servant whose purpose was to lure, steal, and spy on behalf of Asmodeus. It was an unfit match that your father was set on destroying - his daughter an heir would not be tied to a lowly creature of lust and servitude.

“Careful,” you murmur as Yoongi peels the fabric from your skin. The air is warm but you feel a shiver anyway, nipples pebbling at the temperature change. “Your god might not like to hear you say such things.”

“He is not my god,” Yoongi mutters. His eyes are hungry, burning with desire as he drinks you in, his fingers gripping the flesh at your hips. “He is a convenience. I need power to take control of the Nine Hells, he gives me power. You are the only being I worship. The only goddess I recognize.” Yoongi sinks to his knees and your stomach flips. He looks up at you, lips parted and pupils blown, eyes so dark you could spill into them and never find your way. “Let me prove my devotion. Let me worship the only divinity I’ve ever known.”

Yoongi’s words are a spell on you, and not because he’s in an incubus, created and bred to be alluring and lead mortals to the Hells to give up their souls. Yoongi’s words have power because he is Yoongi, a being who he designed to be your other half. Another being you love so entirely that you intend to sacrifice the realm you call home, that you actively betray the people you’ve known since you were a child in order to be with him.

These snatches with him are so few and far between. He fights a war against your father and his archdevils while you unravel them from the inside. Two knives carving away at the system which fights to keep you apart.

You forget about all of the atrocities committed and to come. You push away the anxiety that Yoongi is thwarting his power by coming to the seat of his enemy’s power, just because he can and because he wants you.

Instead, you focus on the way his mouth leaves wet kisses across your thighs. Yoongi’s fingers press into the back of your legs, holding you to him as his tongue lavs at a small scar on your hip, his teeth nipping the flesh.

Your world falls away as his tongue and mouth suck at your skin. Heat gathers between your legs, feeling the wet ache in your folds as Yoongi purposefully avoids going toward the apex of your thighs, instead showering your inner thighs, calves, and hips with soft kisses.

Strong hands pry your legs apart. You let him slide your foot over, widening your stance easily. You cannot recall a single person you have ever been pliable for. You are the Whip of Asmodeous, a sharp weapon made to force subservience and delve out punishment.

You are no whip in Yoongi’s hands. You are silk, sliding through his fingers as his mouth presses closer and closer to your heart. To everyone else, you are a weapon. To Yoongi, you’re just you. A mind to adore, a body to worship.

Your knees threaten to buckle when the first, slow swipe of his tongue runs up your drenched folds. Yoongi chuckles, the sound throaty. Gently, he lifts a leg and pulls it over his shoulder, providing a counterweight as you stand but also giving him access to your aching cunt, pressing his face close as he licks you from hole to throbbing clit again.

“Yoongi,” you whisper, a hand shooting to his hair. Your fingers slide through soft, silk strands and twist, rooting him there. He groans in appreciation, focusing his tongue on slow, up-and-down licks, avoiding your clit as he works. “Fuck.”

He hums, the feeling buzzing through your pussy as he closes his mouth over it, sucking gently. His mouth is wet and warm, tongue soft as it circles your aching bundle of nerves. Your legs feel gummy as you waver, holding onto him to keep yourself standing as much as you are to keep him in place.

Yoongi’s hunger can rarely be sated. He devours you, mouth eager as he sucks and licks at you, lips smacking loudly as he does. You barely register the obscene noise, canting your hips up into his mouth as the pleasure begins to build slowly.

A hand presses into your ass, pressing you harder against the flat of his tongue. Yoongi opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, looking up at you with fucked out eyes as he urges you to fuck his face at your pace, to use him like a god would use a conduit.

Yoongi is your conduit, and you are his. You vowed centuries ago to be his whip, a weapon at his command. He vowed to be your shield, your knife in the dark.

The powers of the Hells would keep you apart. Beyond the impropriety that someone so lowborn could be fated for one of the highest powers among the infernals, the two of you together are too much of a threat. Too much power tied to one another, a divine match that cannot be broken.

Still, they try.

The two of you have died before. Keeping you dead isn’t easy, though. Neither can truly die while the other lives and no one has quite managed to kill you both simultaneously - a familial crutch that Asmodeus cannot seem to overcome.

You’d die every day to have this moment with Yoongi, your breath caught in your lungs, sweat beading on the small of your back, head tilted back as your heart beats so loud it's all you can hear. You feel every part of your body coil before there is a moment of white noise as your orgasm crests over, your cunt squeezing, your hand pulling his hair.

Yoongi drinks you in like he cannot get enough. Gluttonous, ravenous man, pressing into your heat as he sucks. Your hands tug at his hair, the stimulation going from warm and fluid to sharp and biting. He grows a little when you pull his face back by the strands of his hair, a picture of madness with the lower half of his face covered in your slick, lips red and swollen, eyes unfocused.

You pull and he stands, knocking you back as he does. You stumble the remaining footsteps to your bed, mouths connecting in a tangle of teeth, tongue, spit and cum. You taste yourself on him, sucking his tongue greedily into his mouth as your hands claw at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours.

He complies, letting you push the shirt off his shoulders as he climbs over you, pressing a knee between your legs as he traps your lips in a searing kiss again. Your lips feel bruised where you kiss, his mouth demanding. His hands claw at your hips, pulling you down into his knee, grinding your slick cunt against his leg.

You let out a breathy sound, both from the feeling of pleasure blooming between your legs once again and the warmth of his skin, your hands rubbing across his chest, seeking to chase the inferno within. Yoongi has always been warm, but something hotter burns in him now. Something divine, vicious, and powerful lurking beneath his skin, the unlikely power of a god of death lurking just beneath the surface.

You know that Kelemvor, the God of Death and Lord of Judgement has chosen Yoongi as a conduit of power because Yoongi seeks the balance of the world - he is a part of the balance of the world. His very existence is paramount to a deity whose very nature is to maintain the scales.

It doesn’t stop you from wanting to eat away at the divinity under Yoongi’s skin, to drive out the influence that isn’t yours, to assert your dominance over a god and remind him that Yoongi does not belong to Kelemvor, he is not an extension of death. He belongs to you and you alone.

It is an irrational, violent bout of jealousy that overtakes you for a moment. Your nails rake down his chest a little too hard, leaving trails of blood beneath. You bit his bottom lip a little too hard, the taste of iron and salt spilling into your mouth with his tongue.

Yoongi smirks against your scarlet mouth, pulling back to look down at you. He knows what it is you seek. Yoongi always knows. Your minds are not connected, but your souls are and there is little you can hide from him. “You cannot rip him out of me, no matter how much you want to.”

“I will try.”

“Good.” He leans down and bites hard on your collarbone, making you gasp. “I will tear Asmodeous’ influence from you in kind.”

Your hands are less harsh as you undo the laces of his pants, pulling them down powerful thighs. Your viciousness cools in the shower of the whisper of his love against your ear and the scrap of his tongue against your skin. Every single part of you burns hotter than the deepest part of the Hells, driven there by him alone.

You love him - such a simple word could convey it accurately, anyway.

It seems too small of a word, unable to fit the fountain of want, desire, trust, and yearning that spills out of you into such a small cup. You don’t know if love can truly hold everything you feel for him, if it conveys that there is nothing god, archdevil, or fate that would stop you from being here with Yoongi, getting to touch him, to taste him, to whisper into his mouth as he presses the head of his cock into your weeping entrance.

“You’re mine,” you gasp, rolling your hips forward to meet the slow, powerful strokes of his cock. Yoongi cradles you to him, his hands gripping you tighter as he presses your bodies together, as though you could meld. “Mine mine mine.”

“I’m yours,” he agrees, voice throaty and strained. “Who else could I belong to?”

You have no answer. Stars dance behind your eyelids as you move to his rhythm. Yoongi’s skin is heated and sticky as he moves against you. You feel his heartbeat in exact time with yours, twin rhythms. Your arms wind around his shoulders, fingers twisting in the hair at the nape of his neck. You feel the muscle of his back and shoulder flex as he fucks you slowly, each stroke pointed and driving you to the edge again.

Yoongi’s mouth brushes yours. You breathe in his air, unable to put anything else into words, thoughts consumed with him. With how he tastes, with how he smells, with how he feels. Nestled in the deepest part of you, you feel home. It is such a rare feeling, only discovered here like this, connected.

It makes your breath catch, barely audible above Yoongi’s low groaning and the loud smack of skin against skin. Your heels dig into the bed, head pressing into the mattress as you throw your head back, unable to do anything but take what Yoongi is giving you.

His pace quickens, slamming into your cunt with enough force to break you. But you do not break - you could never break with him. You squirm in his hold, babbling and panting and trying to breathe as he drives you to the edge of madness - and then you peak.

A wild sound escapes you as you seize into him, muscles clenching, cunt spasming. Yoongi’s thrusts turn vicious, fucking you through your orgasm as you clench down on him with a vice grip. His fingers grip the back of your neck, pulling you toward his chest as he leans backward, your legs sliding as he seats you in his lap, fucking up into you.

“Imagine thinking they could take you away from me,” Yoongi hisses. His thrusts are sloppy and hard, spearing you and sending you hurtling right toward the edge again. You submit to him, head lolling to the side as he takes you. “Imagine thinking that you could defy a prewritten fate that you are mine, that you are anything less than what was made for me.”

A sob slips through your lips. You cannot think of a response, only able to cling to him as though to say yes.

“They cannot take you away from me,” he growls. “I will destroy this world again and again if they try. They cannot sunder what is here, they cannot rip you away from me any more than you can rip the stars from the sky.”

Just as you begin to teeter on the edge, Yoongi slams his hips home, clenching as he comes. “You cannot be anything else but mine.”

It sends you hurling over the edge again, so powerful that you forget where you are for a moment. It is intoxicating, this bliss that unfurls like the flowers of a petal. Nothing exists here but calm water and the scent and taste of Yoongi. There is no war here. No fight to keep you apart. No demands, no expectations. It’s just you and him. Like it was always meant to be.

Slowly, awareness creeps back toward you. It is a lumbering, lazy thing. You only feel somewhat aware that you’re in a bed and that you feel the heat of Yoongi next to you, the press of his mouth against your shoulder. The aftereffects of sleeping with an incubus are not lost on you, even as a powerful infernal.

Everything feels melted, like it could fall through your fingers like grains of sand. Perhaps you could float away if you tried, but Yoongi grounds you. The feeling of his hand on your hip and his mouth on your skin is the most solid thing that exists in this world in between, keeping you tethered to something real. Something substantial.

When you blink away the sticky high of the post-orgasm daze, Yoongi is watching you with soft, round eyes. The burning desire is still there, but at the forefront is adoration. Worship. Love. Anything stronger than words can describe.

“Are you okay?” he kisses your jaw before drawing back to examine your face. You nod, head heavy. “Too much?”

“No. Not with you. Never with you.”

His mouth twitches like he’s unsure. You nestle closer to him, closing your eyes as you’re cupped in the safety of his presence. “With Avernus and Dis at your command, you can take Phlegethos,” you murmur. “Mammon will give you Minauros if you can do that.”

“Hmm.”

Your eyes flutter open, watching as Yoongi closes his. You can tell by the twitch in his mouth that he is thinking. “I will deliver you Phlegethos.” He cracks an eye open and looks at you, seeing the hunger that burns there. “Belial needs a good whip to put him in place.”

“The Whip of Asmodeous?”

“No.” You grin. “The Whip of Kelemvor’s Chosen.”

#yoongi smut #suga smut #min yoongi smut #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #bts suga #bts fanfic #minors do not interact #minors dni #bts suga smut #i forgot how to tag at this point its been so long #also raise ur hand if you cannot pronounce phlegethos

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voltronisanobsession · 10 months

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Hey! Not sure how many times I can request, so I’ll just make my appearance as small as I can (no promises though 😉)

B u t.

I was able to think of something else, because I was inspired by the story of Pallas and Athena (she was a daughter of Triton and friends with Athena before accidentally getting killed by her during a competition). So, how does a relationship between a child of Triton (a.k.a the reader) and Annabeth sound?

Maybe things were rocky at first, since Annabeth was a hard-to-get gal, but the more the reader protected her and went out of their way to use every drop of their power JUST for her the more Annabeth started to love them. Does that sound good?

(P.S. I don’t know why, but I can see the reader accidentally splashing Annabeth with water at one point when they tried to woo her, which ended up with her reeking of salt water for days. Also, I think you did a good job with Hecate!reader! Oh, and sorry for how long this is.)

I have no limits on how much you can request so you can send in as many as you want! I just take some time with them💀 I’m also glad you enjoyed the previous one, I had so much fun with it😍😍

I REALLY like this one because we all know how Annabeth is with stories of the gods and heros

She’s studied and remembers all of the ancient stories of Greek mythology, so it only made sense for her to avoid you after finding out your father was Triton

So while both of you know the story of Pallas and Athena, you don’t think much of it while Annabeth fully believes that history can and will repeat itself

Which is why she avoids reader to the MAX when they first meet

As much as she gravitated towards your easygoing and friendly personality, Annabeth feared that your guys’ friendship would lead to your demise one way or another

You wanting to prove her wrong on her theory, made it a point to try and be her friend, no matter what😍😍

Small talks turn into full conversations, with you mostly speaking while Annabeth tries not to give in to the temptation of continuing the interesting subjects you bring up

Imagine you standing up for her whenever Clarrise and her siblings start talking smack about her :0

“Back off Clarrise, why don’t you actually do something productive for once instead of obsessing over Annabeth.”

Cue some insults thrown your way while said girl walks away

“I had that covered Y/N, I didn’t need your help. But… thanks, anyway.”

SHES SO FLUSTERED AS SHE WALKS AWAY WHILE YOU CHUCKLE AHH

Your smile when you to bump into the girl around camp slowly breaks her resolve too

You always manage to see how her eyes light up whenever you’re around which makes your heart FLUTTER UGH

Lingering eyes on each other definitely makes Annabeth rethink her original plan on keeping her distance from you

Ok maybe it’s just me but I can see the reader being kind of a show off BUT IN A GOOD WAY

Like you’re always trying to get Annabeth’s attention one way or another, meaning that some of those ways aren’t the smartest ones

Like one time you wanted to put up a water show for the girl which ended up with her and anyone in a 100 foot vicinity to be soaked in sea water after a miscalculation on how much water you needed to complete your show💀💀

She pretended to be upset with how you made her and countless other campers smell like salt water but would bust out laughing whenever she saw you around camp for the entirety of the week

Secretly loved it though because the water smelt similar to you

Annabeth would slowly forget about Pallas and her mothers story especially after seeing you risk your life countless times for her during battles and secret attacks near the camp

Like that one time you forced her to stay within the camp grounds once you saw how she was knocked down by an angry hellhound

She can still remember being held back by some of her siblings as she watched you get ganged up by more hellhounds, watching from the side as your chest heaved in exhaustion

Remembering how she rushed to your side, gently holding your face as fear coursed through her body, watching as you took shallow breathes

It was then that she knew she grew to care about you too much to just stand by while you protected her from the monsters of the world

Her eyes still trace over the scars left behind from that battle, guilt planting itself in her heart whenever you catch her eye when she’s caught staring at you

Definitely gets frustrated at you when you don’t understand why she was so upset when you took her place in the battlefield

She cares for you too much and she would let out her confession to you in the moment

Then you would confess to her as well and basically explain why you protected her the way you did and everything would easily fall into place

Now she isn’t afraid to hold long conversations with you, but she does tend to hide her face in your shoulder when her siblings tease her about her new partner

You would definitely join in on their teasing too💀

Annabeth enjoys taking long walks beside the shore with you

Sometimes you even take her below into the cool abyss and just take her to your favorite spots in the ocean

She also enjoys being able to hug you whenever, loving how the fresh scent of the sea tends to linger on your skin URGHHH😭💔💔💔💔

IM MAKING MYSELF SAD CUZ I WANT THIS LMAO

OMG AND YOU BOTH TRACE EACH OTHERS BATTLE SCARS WHENEVER YOU GUYS CUDDLE TOGETHER I CANT💔💔

She doesn’t care about how you don’t think your actions through, she’s just supporting you all the way no matter how weird and silly they are

Like trying to balance the hilt of a sword on your forehead (homegirl was literally biting her nails in fear that the sword would fall over and stab you💀)

BUT…

Do beware, everything may seem perfect in the moment but Annabeth was correct about one thing

History does repeat itself in the end

It’s up to both of you to see if your story ends in happiness or tragedy

#pjo x reader #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #Percy jackson x reader #Annabeth x reader #Annabeth chase x reader #Annabeth chase #annabeth pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson pjo #pjo x you #x reader #percy jackson #Annabeth pjo x reader

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Hey Abl, trust you are well. So I took a month off bl to deal with life stuff and upon my return there's a lot of new shows and I'm feeling overwhelmed and need to prioritize. What should I start with that started airing in late October/November? Spanx!

BL Quick Picks - End of 2023 Releases

That finished its run? Sorry I don't keep that close track of things ending but stuff I loved that ended relatively recently as follows. (I'm giving you a range of styles to suit your mood.)

Felling light and fluffy?

Jun & Jun

(Korea Viki)

A delightful office romance about an ex-idol who joins cubical life only to find his new boss is his first love. Others boys are sniffing around too. Operative word being "sniffing" as much of this romance involves smell. With a snappy (sometimes even raunchy) script, enjoyable sides, a pretty as peaches cast, and descent chemistry this show made up for in style what it lacked in substance. I like fluff. I loved this. I smiled every moment I was watching. With tons of rewatch potential (especially the last few eps), my only caution is this is for fans of the BL genre only, I don’t think it’ll work for anyone else. 9/10

Feeling complex and drama llama?

I Feel You Linger in the Air

(Thailand grey, YT for some)

I truly loved this time travel romance. IFYLITA is an exquisite BL, from filming techniques to narrative framework (much like Until We Meet Again). Steeped in history and family drama it edges into lakorn (but no as much as To Sir With Love and with way less scenery chewing). This is an elegant and classy BL… from Thailand which normally doesn't even try for classy. The main couple (both as a pair and individuals) were excellent, particularly Bright (Yai) whose eye-work acting style is a personal favorite of mine. Pity about the ending. Oh it wasn’t that sad but it wasn’t good either. This show should easily have earned a 10 from me except that it fumbled the… erm… balls. Argh. Whatever. 9/10

Feeling odd and chaotic?

Why R U?

(Korea iQIYI)

Korea decided to remake, of all possible Thai BLs, Why RU? And that is exactly what we got: a short form, clean & pretty, slightly confusing, uneven chemistry, all the same tropes KBL that kind of cliff-noted the original but with none of the heat or complex relationship dynamics. I just … what world is this? Because it is BOTH bizarro land, and EXACTLY what I expected. How do I rate it? In the end I have to go back to simple questions: did I like it, would I rewatch it, and would I recommend it? Yes. Probably. And probably not. What the actual hell? 8/10

Feeling dark and complex?

Tokyo in April is AKA Shigatsu no Tokyo wa

(Japan Viki)

Two young men with a shared tragic past reunite and fall in love all over again, but the past will not stop hunting them. Based on a manga, this office set reunion romance is GREAT… damn it. It’s Japan in full on soft focus which means it gets emo, abusive, and chewy. These two characters are giving parts of their souls away in a desperate attempt to shape themselves to the expectations they have of each other. Japan gave us the Bed Friends that Thailand could never even imagine. But here’s the thing: I don’t enjoy my BL this heavy and cutting. I know that for The 8th Sense crowd this is peak BL and I can’t argue with the fact that the romantic devotion, domesticity, script, and acting IS all on point. It’s just not my personal preference for that point to be so damn sharp. I appreciate that this being 2023 I have the luxury of consistent quality (especially from Japan) and thus the ability to say… I acknowledge that this SHOULD get a 9/10 but I can’t emotionally go higher than 8/10

Feeling sappy and in need of comfort?

Stay By My Side

(Taiwan Viki)

This show was an interesting take on the "ghost boyfriend" trope. About a boy who is tormented by hearing the dead, except when he is around one other boy - desperation+proximity = love. Unfortunately, the story was erratic and waffled about. While the leads turned in solid performances and the sappy domesticity was off the charts, it never really had the strength of the narrative convictions such a strong concept should have supplied. Highly rewatchable and enjoyable for that sappy domesticity but not a whole lot more. Still I always give extra credit for the diabetes-inducing sugar content and rewatch capacity. 8/10

Feeling sexy?

My Personal Weatherman AKA Taikan Yoho

(Japan Gaga)

I liked it a lot and it's classic yaoi of the kind that really only works from Japan. Basically: boys who fell in love in college end up living together but both are so repressed they actually don't realize they're in love. It's higher heat from Japan and well done, but it leaned into the "why don't they just talk for fuck's sake?" trope which is only exacerbated into undiluted frustration by the fact that they're already fucking. It's good, but watching requires more patience than usual, even from Japan. 8/10

Feeling sweet and earnest?

Sing My Crush

(Korea iQIYI)

This a cute coming of age drama around music and 2 kinds of self acceptance and actualization journeys. This was basically Korea’s version of About Youth, and was perhaps a bit too soft and ungrounded by comparison, like a marshmallow sculpture. Sweet but somewhat lacking in discernible flavor. 8/10

If you want to know what I'm enjoying that's airing right now, I'm mot yet caught up this week but I have time today so the weekly ranking will drop in a few hours. But I can tell you with confidence that very little is likely to unseat...

My Dear Gangster Oppa (Thailand iQiyi)

from my affections right now. I love it unconditionally and it's airing on iQIYI.

#asked and answered #2023 BL recomendations #end of year only #ouch burn on GMMTV none of theirs made the cute #stop fuckign up GMMTV #thai bl #japanese bl #korean bl #taiwanese bl #my dear gangster oppa #Sing My Crush #my personal weatherman #Stay By My Side #Tokyo in April is #Why R U? Korea #i feel you linger in the air #Jun and Jun #viki #gaga

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unhinged word vomit incoming read at your own risk

my "true" scarian interpretation at the moment is that they were never truly healthy but they weren't always toxic. grian is the issue haver and with or without meaning to he hurts scar a lot. they get together in 3rd life after dancing around each other for ages and there's problems in the relationship but they're generally going in a good direction. it's just that they're stuck in third life lol. the cactus ring fight traumatises them both, so after third life they break up without really talking about it and that's where everything gets worse. in last life they were not okay. double life grian is an abusive soulmate. cheating and putting down scar's skills and interests. i think that by secret life, they're doing better, but they still haven't had a real conversation. there's these lingering feelings of love and resentment. they were almost going to team up but i don't think they would've been ready. grian wanted to but he still acted like scar was somehow his last option, even though they work well together. grian constantly acts like scar is a liability and tries to protect him, even though scar is just as good a player as him. there's truth to it in 3rd life. i will give it to him that grian is the one who builds their base and the creeper farm and makes all their plans. scar even says it in his iconic line "for everything you did to keep me alive this long.." but the truth is more complicated. grian doesn't see the value in scar's social power. all he sees is scar dying and being on his red life and he instead of taking it seriously he's running around with a bee? why won't he listen to grian, grian knows how to keep them safe! ironically grian causes a lot of scar's deaths throughout the series, but it think the guilt about this only worsens this feeling of responsibility. this way of thinking is a pattern for grian. he refuses to change his perception of scar from here. which is why in double life he barely communicates with him and does not take anything scar does seriously. double life scarian is the direct result and worse version of third life scarian. this next thing is more fanon but i think they view what happened in third life differently. i imagine scar idealises it as this loving relationship against all odds whereas grian remembers it as a horror story where the man he loved kept dying. the truth is somewhere in the middle. they have these opposing views in different areas as well. scar loves being in love with grian. grian finds romance stressful and wishes he could get rid of these feelings (mentally he's drawing hearts around scar in pink glitter gellpen). i think it's canon that grian takes the life series and especially winning more seriously than scar. it's so interesting that scar won secret life though. grian's view of scar as this fool who needs his help to survive is proven untrue. if there's a next life series he can't constantly put scar down for being bad at surviving without clearly being wrong about it (though i imagine he could still find a way to talk himself into believing he's right). idk they're soooo interesting i hope they keep killing each other forever. i hope they talk it out and get married and divorced and married. above all i want scar to kill grian for once i think it would be cathartic

#sorry #scarian #shipping #the bat talks #trafficshipping

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Senior Skip Day Pt. 1

Paring: Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: Reader’s got a secret, a guilty one. She wants her best friend, Eddie Munson to take her virginity. What better day to spill her guts than on senior skip day?

Part 2 here

Warnings: Reader is a virgin (obvi), light smut, minors do not interact!! reader masturbates, drug use. I think that’s it! Eddie is a goofy sweetheart in this.

Word Count: 2.3K

A/N: ((This is not my gif, all credit goes to the owner.))

I know we’ve all been feral over Eddie so I wanted to write a two parter. I’m honestly so obsessed with the idea of sweet Eddie being a first. I keep reading a bunch of stories on it, so I imagine ya’ll agree. I loved the feedback on my last fic. It literally means so much to me and makes me want to write more. Enjoy! <3 -P

You and Eddie had been best friends for the last three years. You remember moving to the town of Hawkins at the fresh age of fifteen. You were kind of a dork then, exactly the type of person Eddie wanted in his close circle.

Although you had kind of outgrown your dorkiness when it came to your sense of fashion and overall confidence, you still loved playing dnd and spending your weekends with Eddie. The two of you would often watch cheesy horror movies or spend some time in the woods, smoking and doing other behaviors that might be frowned upon.

You couldn’t help but admit to yourself now though, as a senior, that during the last three years, you had a growing crush on Eddie. And it was starting to make you really sad that in a few months you’d be graduating and most likely leaving Hawkins. Because truth be told, he was the shining star of this shit town. No matter what they called Eddie, he was the best thing in your life.

He was so kind and generous. On nights that you couldn’t sleep he wouldn’t hesitate to pick you up and drive around with you just to clear your mind. It didn’t matter how tired he was, he was always there for you.

That’s when the thought came to you one night, when you were racked with anxiety over leaving it all behind. It was a small thought in the inner mix of about a hundred other thoughts, but it seemed to jump out at you the more you thought about it. What if Eddie took your virginity? You sort of laughed as soon as you realized, but really, what if he did?

You were so nervous at the entire idea of sex, which is why you never got very far in any relationship you had. They were always too rough, too pushy, and you always had the gut feeling that it didn’t feel like the right time.

But when you thought of the possibility of Eddie being the one to do it, your gut feeling was less of a nausea feeling, and more of a butterfly kind of feeling. You didn’t realize before, but that growing crush on him was both a mental and physical thing. Sure he was attractive to you, the more he grew into himself. But you found your eyes lingering more and more when he was just doing mundane stuff. The way his tongue would stick out when he concentrated on his homework. The way his fingers looked strumming the strings on his guitar. Or, god, when he would shrug his shirt off to work on his car, holy cow.

You knew Eddie would be the one to take his time, he wouldn’t pressure you, and you genuinely believed he would make you feel good, instead of being all for himself, like those other boys were. I mean you knew he obviously wasn’t a virgin, from the cuffs on his wall, to the trojans that laid on his dresser. You also knew that Eddie had a kind heart, a heart that you actually loved and you knew no one else would treat you as amazing as he already did.

You already felt wired as you reached down to your thighs, softly caressing them as you imagined it being Eddie’s hands. You slowly moved them up your body, grazing your hips, your stomach, and your breasts. How amazing his large hands would feel around them, massaging them while he kissed you. With one hand still attached to your breast, you slowly trailed the other one down to your heat, which was already slick, as your brain continued the scenario.

You imagined his fingers slowly dragging through your folds, softly moving his way up to your clit. You began circling, arching your back at how good it felt, the heat rising through.

You stayed that way for what felt like hours as you continued imagining his hands on your whole body. How his lips would kiss and suck your neck. You imagined his hard cock against you, how heavy it would feel in your hand. You wondered what he would taste like, how he would sound when he moaned.

You slowly slid a finger inside as your mind then wandered to the idea of him pushing himself inside you, how he would stretch you out. Would he have his lips on you then or would he whisper dirty things into your ear? You knew his strokes would be slow, and so you imitated that, pushing your finger in and out. With the other hand you continued rubbing your clit.

Before you knew it you were thrashing against the mattress as an unbelievably explosive orgasm ripped its way through you. You were still rubbing, working yourself through it when the instant regret crept its way through you as well. You just masturbated to the idea of your best friend. There was literally no way you could ever come back from this.

You stayed up even longer after that, your mind racing with guilt until you looked over, reading the clock at 4 am. But another thought appeared and it was that you clearly liked Eddie. You just had to accept that because you couldn’t keep pretending that you didn’t.

That also meant you had to confess this to Eddie because he could read you like a book. As soon as he saw your face, he would know something was up. So that’s when you decided you would be telling your best friend that not only did you like him, but that you also wanted him to be the one to take your virginity.

You got ready for school that morning extra early. You were already wide awake, but also trying to come up with what to say. It wasn’t a debate anymore, you were going to do it. What if he laughed or thought it was stupid? Or even worse, what if it ruined everything. That would destroy you. Anxiety filled you until you were almost brought to tears. You continued to dwell on it until you heard something hit your window.

As you got closer, the sound came again, and you reached over, ripping the curtain open. Your heart almost leaped out of your chest when you saw it was Eddie. He stood down below waving at you to open your window.

“The hell are you doing, Munson?” You whisper yelled, poking your head out. “It’s too early for you to be here.”

“So?? When has that ever been an issue?” He smiled up at you.

He then reached in his pocket, pulling out a small baggie of what you assumed was pot. “Wanna skip school today?” He said, waving the bag at you. “Have you lost your mind, Eddie? Put that way.” You looked around, praying no one could see him. He had already been in enough trouble as it was. “Relax, no one's awake yet. Come down.” He pleaded with those big puppy dog eyes of his. “Pleeeaassseee.”

You let out a long sigh. He would stand out there all day if you didn’t go down there. You closed the window and made your way downstairs, being as quiet as you could so you wouldn’t wake your parents up. You shut the door extra carefully for good measure.

Once you were outside Eddie seemed to be giddy with excitement, almost bouncing up and down as you made your way across the lawn.

“What’s got you so hyper?” You laughed, putting your hands on his shoulders to get him to relax. “It’s an exciting day y/n!” His wide smile shining, as he put the bag away. “Guess what I did?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“What could you have possibly done at five in the morning?”

“I’ve been in the works for quite some time actually, spreading the word, putting up fliers around school.” He put his hands on your shoulders. “No one knows it was me.” He bit his lip, smiling even more, if that was possible. “I’m calling it ‘senior skip day’.”

My jaw dropped. “That was you?! That’s literally all anyone can talk about.” You were shocked, but honestly not surprised.

With the anxious night you had, you had completely forgotten that your entire class was planning on skipping today. And it was a fantastic idea. I mean who could punish an entire group of seventeen and eighteen year olds, when in just a few months they would be graduating. It almost felt like a right of passage. You laughed at his goofy excitement, of course he came up with it? Who else would. It just made you sad you would be the only one to know.

“Alright, Eddie you’ve convinced me. I’m in.” You reached a hand out to shake his, him instantly taking it, dragging you to the van. You didn’t know what the plan was, but you didn’t care. You felt on cloud nine just being with him. Your feet on the dash, the windows were open and he had you cracking up. It felt easy with him, all anxiety out the window. Then you knew it would all be okay. You could tell him anything after all, the worst he could say is no, and realistically if that happened, you felt as if you could let it go.

The two of you decided to do what you always do, which is hang out in the woods. It was a comforting place, full of memories and the best part, you knew no one would catch you there today. Eddie made you laugh talking about all the posers who’d immediately get busted at the mall.

You guys made sure to stop for snacks and made your way to the spot. You perched on your normal place on top of the picnic table. You were turned facing Eddie, watching him roll a perfect joint. It all felt innocent until Eddie licked the paper, and then again to seal it. You felt that familiar flutter in your stomach and remembered the conversation you needed to have.

Your leg was bouncing and you were completely oblivious until Eddie spoke up.

“Are you okay? You’re shaking the whole damn table.” He lit the end of the joint, exhaling the smoke, he held it out to you.

You accepted it, bringing it to your lips and took a long drag off of it. The smoke filled your lungs, relaxing your body and allowed you to actually think about what you were about to say.

You passed the joint back to him, taking a deep breath before you began.

“We’ll always be best friends right? Like no matter what?” You asked, looking him in the face as you did.

“Yeah, who else is gonna put up with my shit.” He laughed.

“No, like seriously, Eddie.”

He could see you were serious. He took another drag from the joint and put it out, giving you his full attention.

“What’s on your mind?” He looked concerned. He could tell from your body language that what you were about to say was making you nervous, the bouncing in your leg continuing. “Hey you know you can tell me anything. I’m not going to judge you.”

You took another deep breath, thinking fuck it, there’s no go back, and spilled your guts to him.

“Eddie I’m so scared about the future and us and I’m so scared that what I’m about to say is going to ruin our friendship, but I have to say it.” You were rambling, but Eddie stayed quiet, letting you get it all out. “I don’t want to leave Hawkins a virgin and every guy in this stupid town is the worst. You’re so kind and you mean the absolute world to me and if I’m being honest I feel so safe with you. So safe that I-.” You paused, slowing down to catch your breath. “Eddie, I want it to be you.”

You were staring at the picnic table unable to look him in the eye. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, even out here in the brush of the woods. It felt like minutes passed until you raised your eyes towards him. He was looking away, his eyes wide like he was contemplating the universe. He was completely still until he sighed, reaching up to run his hands over his face.

Eddie collected his thoughts, turning to you. He pursed his lips and his hands made fists. Not like he was mad, though, it looked more like he was trying to concentrate.

“I just want to make it very clear that I meant it when I said I wouldn’t judge you. I know that it took a lot of guts to say that, but I guess I’m just confused as to why?”

“I know it’s stupid and completely out of left field. We can just forget it.” You were defeated. This was a bad idea. “Hey I’m not saying no.” You were looking at the picnic table again, fiddling with a leaf, your head somewhere else when he leaned over to meet your eyes. “Can you look at me?”

You did, he had a smile on his face. And true to his nature he reached over to hold your hand, easing your worries.

“Did you hear me? I’m not saying no. I guess I just want to know-” he paused. “Like why me? I know you said all the other guys in this town are stupid and I get that, but there’s more. I can see it on your face.”

Your heart was racing. Had you heard him right?

“Y/n.” He spoke, you being clearly lost in thought.

“Eddie, you're my best friend, but I also have feelings for you.” You sighed, just wanting to get it out. “And I would be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to you and kinda-kinda thought about us doing it.”

A smile grew on his lips. “When and where?

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things smut

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Sweet Like Honey - Caught In The Rain

Warnings: None Word Count: 715 Note: I wrote this at the beginning of the month with the intention of of churning out little fics all month. Evidently that didn’t happen. But here’s a little Sweet Like Honey bonus content for your entertainment. It’s basically unedited so don’t come for me and my bad punctuation. Regular chapters continue this week she’s been a bit busy <3

Under normal circumstances, PDA isn’t his style but he also knows that Bee loves a good romcom and if he can give her that cheesy, cliche kiss in the rain moment, he’ll do his damndest to make her knees buckle.

Noah has a whole day for them planned. It’s their one day off for the week and Bee’s time off is nearing its end, meaning that they’ll be separated again way too soon. The first half of the day goes as planned, they look at sights, have a nice little lunch, do some more sightseeing. It’s surprisingly normal, if someone spots them they don’t make contact for which Noah is more than grateful. He luxuriates in her presences, allows himself to just be Noah the boyfriend who gets dragged around Boston so that his lady can look at all the pretty things. It’s nice enough. He takes her picture whenever she asks and even when she doesn’t. He keeps the candids to himself for the most part, pretty little reminders of his girl when she goes back home.

She’s dragged him into some little shop with little handmade trinkets. He doesn’t know how many of these shops they’ve already been to, but it makes her happy so he trudges along no matter how much he’d rather slip beneath the sheets of their bed right now. The twinkling in her eyes when she holds one of the little things she’s found up to him makes it worth it.

By the time they leave the story he’s a good fifty bucks lighter, but Bee has that little spring in her step and so he forgets about it. Fifty dollars doesn’t hurt his wallet anymore. He barely notices that the air has a significant chill now and if Bee notices it, it doesn’t seem to bother her.

When the first drop of rain hits his forehead they’re still a solid thirty minutes away from their hotel. Within no time one drop turns into a full on downpour that soaks them down to the bone in mere moments. He tries to shield her from the rain as best as he can while they maneouver the packed streets.

Noah pulls them under an awning, hoping that they’ll be able to wait out the worst of it. They’re soaked anyway so it doesn’t matter too much, but he doesn’t need either of them getting sick right now.

Bee’s hand is still wrapped firmly around his when they find a free spot between the other soaked bodies trying to escape the rain. Her fringe sticks to her forehead, droplets of rain trailing along the strands of hair and down her face. She looks gorgeous, even wet as a dog.

He brushes some of the wetness away from her cheek. Sometimes he still can’t quite believe it. Their start had been rough, but now that they’re through what he hopes to be the worst it’s absolute bliss. His fingers linger against her skin. It’s awfully cold.

“Whatcha thinking about, pretty boy?”

The nickname forces the blood to rush up into his cheeks, it always does.

“What I’m gonna do to you once we’re out of the rain and these clothes.” His reply comes low, whispered against her ear.

He bites back the rest of what he wants to say.

Bee squeezes his hand “Filthy.”

“Gotta use what time we have, don’t we?” He presses a kiss below her ear “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I sent you home without a souvenir of my own.”

He doesn’t know if the shiver that runs through her comes from the cold or his words. He likes to imagine that it’s the latter.

He shifts his hand behind her neck and pulls her in for a kiss. Under normal circumstances, PDA isn’t his style but he also knows that Bee loves a good romcom and if he can give her that cheesy, cliche kiss in the rain moment, he’ll do his damndest to make her knees buckle. He brings a hand behind her back so that he can lean into her a little more. She lets out a little gasp when he draws his tongue against her lip. The hand that still holds his squeezes tighter still.

She’s breathless and flushed bright pink when he pulls away from her. If she wants romcom, she’ll get romcom.

He leans back in, once more whispering against her ear so that only she can hear him “Soaked as you are, we might as well brave the rain.”

#fic: sweet like honey #bad omens rpf #bad omens fic #bad omens #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian x ofc #noah sebastian fanfiction #Noah Sebastian #BONUS CONTENT HOURS BOYS

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Keaya x reader, and reader has a pyro vision, people think that they don’t get along ( cause ice and fire) but they actually a great duo and opposites attract romance trope *chef’s kiss* 👌

Sorry for not posting. been busy saving primos. Just 6 days ago I had 8k and now im at 11k :D

Also I found that one audio of ppls favorite genshin characters from elements trend. Heres the audio. lmk if anyone wants to do it with me XD

Find it here: Trend Song

My favorites are: Tighnari,Ganyu,Klee,Venti,Albedo,Kokomi and Yae Miko. (Theres only one blue :p and no teal. So I leave Anemo black or white depending on your settings of light or dark mode and make hydro become pink bc again one blue.)

Anyways onto the story because yes. <3

It is true, Opposites can Attract.

Kaeya x Reader (Pyro vision) I now have 4 requests in my inbox so Im starting to work on them. I feel bad for my wattpads since I dont give them much but I do tell them that im active on tumblr. :d

Fluff :D More under cut <3 (Also I decided to make it where Y/N is the older sibling of klee for funsies. You get a different title of the "Inferno Knight" or "Wildfire Knight." Keep that in mind bc yes. Your the one mostly helping klee when the other knights cannot. Shes one of the ones she trusts the most.

"Have you heard of the "Wildfire/Inferno Knight? They are apparently Klees bigger brother/sister/sibling. I wonder how much it takes to keep the Spark Knight under control..." A person muttered to their friend at Angels Share. "I feel slightly bad for them, having to deal with bombs a lot sure sounds dangerous."

Your back leaned against the wall as you drank your drink. (I was going to say Apple juice LMAOO-) Slightly listening to the conversation and keeping the tavern in check since Diluc was elsewhere.

Especially when your boyfriend Kaeya was there. You don't know what storm could brew when hes around. He and Lisa are surely mysterious people. You watched him for a few moments before your gaze lingered on the two talking about you.

Your gaze went back to Kaeya, he looked at you as you moved your head towards the door. Signaling you both should get going as diluc would most likely return soon, the bartender should be good without you both there.

"Your so confusing and mysterious at times kaeya." You'd tell him as you exited Angels share and headed to the Knights of Favonious building. "Maybe thats why you liked me the best~" He'd tell you as many people stared as you walked. Figuring you both hated each other due to being opposites. But hey, you cant blame them.

"I can imagine Klee already got in trouble today. I'd better go bail her out of trouble if I can." "Ohh? Telling me your plans are we? Does that mean I can ruin it?" "No im just telling you." Trying to ignore all the confused stares.

Upon entering the building you went to the Solitary Confinement room opening it to see if klee was inside. Which she was. You closed the door on kaeya as he waited outside of the room. You sat down and held klees hands. "What did you do this time klee?" You'd ask her as she unexpectedly blew another few fish in cider lake.

You sighed as you handed her a few food and drinks. Before getting up and leaving the room. "Anyways did you guys enjoy the "BottleLand?" I heard eula went as well." "Yeah she did, it was nice and one of them gave me and klee a costume."

Leaving the Knights of Favonious buildings you stayed in the plaza looking at all the stares before kaeya asked them to stop and told them about the relationship. Everyone was shocked as they all thought you guys didn't like each other and only putted up with the other for your jobs.

(I had no idea what to do and I kept getting distracted lmao- I was on this for like 2 hours because of distractions from yt, sorry if its bad).

#genshin #genshin impact #kaeya #kaeya x reader #kaeya x gn reader #kaeya x gender #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact kaeya #kaeya x y/n #genshin kaeya #genshin x you #kaeya genshin impact #kaeya alberich

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monpalace · 9 months

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OKAY IDEA!!! JUST GOTTA PUT THIS SOMEWHERE BEFORE I FORGET

The chain meeting Twilight’s mom (who is totally a milf) and finding out —through her directly or by stories Twi tells them that SHE told him— that Time is HER father, making Twilight his grandson

POINTS THAT I THINK ARE FUN TO EXPLORE

(Before meeting twi’s mom) Twilight telling the group about how he didn’t know much about his family outside of his ma

Tei says that he thinks his mom and her parents had a strained relationship —more with her father than mother but thats what he assumes

Twi being told that his grandpa was a fisher man at heart and could be very child like when in a good mood

Twi being told his grandma had a way with horses and how Twi natural inherited that even tho the two never met

Twi’s mom singing him ssong that his grandma sang to her (epona song?)

Twi’s mom and his grandpa rarely got along, to the point were she had left BEFORE he had died

(During/after meeting Twi’s mom) Twi’s mom nearly having a heart attack at the sight of Time, grabbing Twilight and keeping him behind her

After first interaction and Twi’s mom being reassured Time wasn’t a ghost, they all have a very tense dinner at Their home <3

Twi’s mom is aggressively doing chores as she tries to calm her mind, which isn’t working considering the boys are VERY curious

Eventually one proudly asked she knew that her and her son was related to the hero of Time, she said yes in a very bitter tone

Que the boys asking questions as mama twi passive aggressively does idly chores/cleaning (keeping her back to Time the whollleee time.)

Through gritted teeth she explains the connections. But she did say that she didn’t realize her father was the hero of Time many years AFTER he died

Can you imagine how utter horrified and disgusted Time would be in himself for driving his own daughter away

Okokay! Thats it for now, dont wanna make this too long <3

i sat here thinking you said time and twi's mom were both his parents and not like,, generational,,,,, i genuinely had the thought of "oh. his swimmers stayed alive for a hundred years after he died and was skeletonized?? that's fucking insane"

but ignoring my insanity + inability to read, that's such a good idea??

if time were to figure out that his (unborn/imaginary/planned/etc/etc) daughter was twi's mother before they met, i'd imagine he'd be anxious (in a good way) to meet her-- what with how often twi talks about her and how high in his regards she is

but also imagine if he didn't tell twi that he came to the realization before meeting her? epona's song, twi's natural taking to horses and farmwork, and every other skill handed down to him throughout the generations was an almost immediate flag to time; but then twi starts to divulge information regarding his mom and grandpa?

"ion know if he was dead before i was born, but i never got to meet 'im. she tol' me that she left on bad terms wit' 'im 'n' then he died," and time is immeadiately sent through a flurry of emotions?

what did he mean by she left of bad terms? was it just a usual family fight, or was it something more serious? did she never return? in his line of work, he expected to die, but did she attend his funeral? did they leave off so horribly that she turned her back to him entirely? was it all his fault, or was it some outside force?

time's plagued by his questions, but he doesn't ask them. he didn't want to ruin whatever relationship he had already built with grandson because who knew how much longer they'd have to travel together with whatever emotions that lingered from them

GRAHHH‼️‼️‼️ all i can say is that twi's mom is a bigger person than me,,, time would not be coming in my house and that the rest of the chain can join him in sleepin miles away if they didnt know how to read a room

#i just finished watching talk to me and am in shock so excuse me #the palace answers #stargazing in the palace

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Hidden Gems by @jackvbriefs

Another incredible author I discovered last year, Jack is insanely talented and underrated. Her works are among the most creative, intimate and brilliantly executed short fics I’ve read in recent years, and her ability to create a sharp, detailed, immersive universe with innovative magical theory and heartrending love stories within 3k blows my mind. Let’s not forget to mention the sublime prose, which establishes any kind of atmosphere you could imagine so effortlessly it feels like magic. I get immediately transported and captivated thanks to a strong sense of place, nuanced characters and a much appreciated and compelling emotional arc that resonates deeply. The fics below are unusual and brilliant, sometimes tenderly melancholy, other times just downright creepy, but always a satisfying and arresting journey. I tried to keep my commentary short but apparently couldn’t help myself. I hope you all enjoy these as much as I did!

The Wanting (2021, M, 284 words) - stunning micro with superb prose, gorgeous dream-like imagery and a powerful dive into Draco’s trauma through his physical/emotional scars.

In Draco's dreams after the War, Harry always accepts his hand. Harry’s nails are bitten to uneven ridges, his skin rubs rough, but his fingers welcome Draco as they curl and squeeze back. The handshake loops. Eleven again, Draco doesn’t let go.

Imitation Virtues (2020, M, 364 words) - the hottest bad boy Draco you’ll read today, the amount of character and the atmosphere this gives off is *chefs kiss*

Destructive. That’s what Hermione had called him after seeing the black fabrics, the dyes and ink the Malfoy scion wrapped himself in. "We're supposed to be rebuilding."

The Keepers (2021, T, 3.6k) - love this take on MoD Unspeakable!Harry and his close relationship with Draco. Impressive amount of world building and a distinct magical library landscape make for a quietly immersive, melancholy read.

In the Rare Books Department of the Ministry of Magic, Draco tends to unique texts and, on occasion, a certain Unspeakable.

Limits of Earth and Sky (2021, E, 3.8k) - simply obsessed with this off job concept and how it fits Draco like a glove, it’s thrilling to watch him through Harry’s curious eyes. As always this has impeccable vibes, a quiet severe Draco and delicious “strangers to lovers” tension, including scorching semi-dressed smut with leather & praise kink 🔥

Again and again, Draco Malfoy returns to the public eye only to attempt the most challenging broomriding feats Wizarding Society has to offer. Again and again, Harry Potter watches him do it and wonders why.

Ceremonials (2021, NR, 4k) - once again perfect Drarry chemistry with protective Draco, ritualistic elements and a masterfully executed dialogue hinting at a shared past we crave to learn about. I love how an emotionally contained piece unfolds in such a meaningful way.

“What are you doing here?” Harry said.

“I’m teaching you how to make a drink.”

Inside These Walls (2021, M, 5.6k) - roller blade magic yes please! This courier!Draco fic blew my mind with its tone and creativity, the coolest creepy vibes, intriguing plot and a sexy mysterious Harry I’m dying to know more about. A must read!

The year before Draco moves to Los Angeles, Harry Potter disappears. Draco doesn't mean to find him. He's just doing his job.

Unseen (2020, T, 47k) - Auror partners falling in love in with San Francisco! As per usual this story has rich and detailed world building, plus an absolutely fascinating take on Harry that breaks my heart. Love the building tension with tough, intelligent Draco, and how beautifully these two complex characters come together. It’s about the lingering devastation…

Harry Potter finally has the chance to leave England and its expectations for The Chosen One behind for good. All he has to do is survive one Auror training conference overseas with Draco Sodding Malfoy.

#hidden gems s2

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havethetouch · 8 months

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High life

2007/05

--- is the only I've ever known. The Mistress loves to party with the rich and prosperous, all dolled up and of course with a different face than her real one because looking like a demon-spawn doesn't sit well with normal people, makes them suspicious and all.

- Okay, basics first: She’s a Mortiferus (the feline variety), a closed species by Herzgold. They are Fog-demon like beings that usually run around as cats, love steam-punk aesthetic and have rather peculiar faces and very bright specks of colour on their necks that indicate that they are not quite normal. If not in their solid state, they will dissolve into fog, which is also important for feeding. So.. now you know what are the key-principles I created my character on. Those concepts do belong the original creator. Moving on! Since Mrs. Gloomy Sunday has such conspicuous features, she usually doesn't go out in public among people like that. She can shift her shape obviously (solid state and gaseous fog) but she can’t drop the markings on her face on a whim or use a glamour to mask them – so classic methods are used, which is why she dons a fake face, a wig and a nice portion of spray on fur-dye as means to disguise herself. Also donning a fake face is rather important because a Mortiferus doesn't have a mouth or a nose despite the markings on her face that indicate the place those orifices should be at. This is especially apparent when the Mistress talks, because most muscles in her face will not move at all while she does it – the fake face though will move accordingly to make speech look natural. So, anyway.. before the events of the story she kinda just enjoys her life in all the ways possible, posing as a wealthy woman and walking among the upper class – her favourite food – and if things get too hot (since people keep disappearing in her close proximity) to linger around any longer she will drop her persona, her life, her home and move on and start over as a whole new woman with a new story, mannerisms and all that. She got rather good at that too. Before everything that occurs in “In Between” you could say she leads the perfect life for a creature of her kind. Ah, side note: The smoke emitting from her pipe is actually her own fog – mostly for pretence, though she might sedate her prey with that too before she drops her solid form entirely. (So imagine her blowing "smoke" into someone's face, usually this would be taken as disrespectful act right? In her case though, if you are in the know what she actually is, this would be taken as a very direct threat for her kind)

#havethetouchart #artists of tumblr #personal-art #my-ocs #inbetween #traditional art #coffee #anthro art #furry #furry art #drawing #illustration #art #havethetouch

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Hi! I saw your post about your current WIP's and I'm really curious about the SC not a family movie one. Thank you!

'not a family movie' is a schitt's creek AU that involves a married Patrick & Rachel picking up David Rose in a bar! It keeps stalling on me—partly, I suspect, because I can't decide whether or not it's a depressing story—but I do like the opening.

not a family movie:

It takes about forty-five minutes for the cute redhead with the nervous boyfriend to come over to David’s table.

“Hi.” She slides a drink across the table: whiskey, neat. “I was wondering if—

“Yeah, no.” David shakes his head. “Sorry, not interested.”

“No?” She raises a delicate eyebrow. “You don’t even know what—“

“You were about to ask me if I wanted to have a threesome with you and your boyfriend.” He shrugs. “I figured I’d spare us the time it would have taken you to work up the nerve.”

“...wow,” she says. “That’s impressive.”

It isn’t, really. “You’ve been eyefucking me all night,” he tells her. “Plus, your boyfriend has zero poker face.”

Under different circumstances, that would be a definite plus. There’s nothing David likes better than seeing someone stripped of all of their defenses and reduced to aching, trembling pleasure. Even in the shitty bar lighting, David can tell that the boyfriend would blush beautifully. If things were different—

“Accurate on both counts,” the woman agrees, disrupting David’s increasingly lurid imaginings. She takes a sip of beer from one of the bottles she’s holding. “Although to be fair, you were looking back.”

She’s not wrong. David has been looking at them, his interest caught by their easy physicality and held by the lingering glances they’ve been sending his way. It’s nice to feel wanted, and maybe even nicer to feel wanted by people who so clearly already have a satisfying relationship. These two don’t need David, after all, which means that he can’t let them down. He’s just something extra, something nice for them to share together.

But David’s played this game before, and he knows how it ends. He shakes his head.

“Sorry, yeah,” he says. “I’m just not really up for helping you two play out your cuckolding fetish tonight.” He takes the glass and sips it. “Thanks for the drink, though.”

“Uh, sorry, what?” The woman looks honestly baffled, which would be a lot more believable if she weren’t trying to proposition him for a threesome in the first place.

“Cuckolding.” David sighs. “You know, where I fuck you while he watches and gets off on being jealous.”

“Rachel, oh my god, what are you doing?” And right on cue, it’s the boyfriend, back from the bathroom and looking horrified. “You said—”

“Shh, it’s fine.” She slides an arm around his shoulder and tugs him forward, shoving the second bottle of beer into his hands. “Honey, this is—” She wrinkles her nose adorably. “Shit, did I even get your name?”

“David Rose.”

“Honey, this is David Rose,” she says. “I was just about to ask him if he wanted to fuck you.”

“...okay,” David says. He sips the whiskey. It’s good, he notes absently: not top-shelf stuff, but respectable. Interesting.

“Rachel, come on, let’s just—”

“No, please.” David tilts his head towards the bench opposite him, inviting them to join him on a more deliberate basis. “Let’s try this again.” He raises an eyebrow, watches the boyfriend flush and avoid his gaze. “I think I may have missed a few key points.”

“Oh, David Rose.” The redhead prods her boyfriend into the booth, following after him. “You have no idea.”

#my fic #writing meme #schitt's creek

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stealthatsweater · 1 year

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Even If This Love Disappears Tonight

okay, so I’ve just finished Even If This Love Disappears Tonight by Misaki Ichijo. San was talking about it in his last livestream and even if I couldn’t understand what he was saying, I was curious about the book so I went on Amazon. Nicely enough they had it in English so I went ahead and bought it.

I’ll start this off by saying I live in America. I enjoy reading Asian books when I can find translations of them but I always feel as if I’m missing something when I do. I feel it particularly strongly with Japanese books but I got it with this one too. There are always missing pieces when I read, things that I am just, no matter how deeply I try, never going to pick up on the way someone who has lived their entire life surrounded by a culture will. I’m not saying this as a complaint or as a fault, its just that someone that’s never had a hard boiled egg will never exactly get what someone else is talking about when they call a film noir detective ‘hard boiled’. There are just going to be gaps between cultures that take little things for granted when they’re communicating. It didn’t trip me up in this story the way it has in others I’ve read but I want to point it out because there were a few times I knew something was being conveyed in the story but I always knew I just wasn’t picking up on it. So take my review with that in mind. I’m trying but I know I missed or misunderstood things.

The premise of the book is that our main character, Tooru, in order to spare a friend of his from getting bullied, agrees to ask a girl in another class to be his girlfriend. He doesn’t know Maori and he expects her to turn him down. Much to his surprise, she agrees. But she gives him a list of three rules he has to follow if they’re going to date.

1. Don’t talk to her until after school

2. Keep all communications between them short.

3. Don’t truly fall in love with her.

And our story goes on from there.

Without giving away any spoilers, this is a cute story. It’s also a softly sad story and whether it ends well or not is really up to the reader’s ideas of what ‘ending well’ means. The translator did a good job. It’s a very smooth read and, I thought, carried a lot of emotion in its word choices and how they were presented. I did find the book a little sparse. I’m used to a lot more description in my stories and more focus on the surroundings but that’s not say that the story didn’t fill in all the blanks, just that it didn’t linger the way I like my usual stories to so that I can picture things in my head. Tooru describes himself as ‘bland’ and a character is called a ‘cold beauty’ which didn’t help me at all since I didn’t recognize the context of the term. It doesn’t distract from the story though and the story itself unfolds smoothly, building up points early that will pay off later without making it obvious that’s what its doing or making them jarring. Overall a very good read. The characters were engaging. The plot was interesting and so was the story’s approach to the plot. It’s been a while since I was in high school and so it took me a bit to get invested in what is, understandably, a very young relationship but I ended up caring about the characters deeply and worrying when things seemed to be going so well and yet the story still had two thirds of a book to go. I could understand, entirely, why San was reading it. Tooru had some traits I would imagine would appeal to San a great deal in a story’s protagonist.

I’ll end the review here but if anyone is interested in a spoiler version just let me know in the notes and I’ll write up one of those too. I’d call this a very ‘San’ kind of story. Very softly done with a lot of very quietly, determinedly sweet notes. All in all a good, solid read that gave you some things to think about during and afterward. If what I’ve written so far sounds interesting to you, I’d completely recommend it.

#even if this love disappears from the world tonight #even if this love disappears tonight #san #choi san #ateez #book review #spoiler free #misaki ichijo

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drysaladandketchup · 4 months

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Good morning (night for you), my dear L.

10, 11 (because the phrasing of that question actually made me laugh out loud), 17 (because the people need to know about your new mattdrai AU), and 25 for the writing meme ❤️ now go to bed please and do these tomorrow!

Thank you my dear! I did as you asked and waited until morning ;)

Under a cut because I am utterly incapable of being concise lol

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

This question gave me a bit of an existential crisis as a writer, so thank you lol.

I can take being 'haunted' a couple ways. My first thought was about stories I wrote but didn't like, ones I don't feel represent my writing skills well but are nevertheless in my bibliography forever. In which case, sure, I've got stories, especially older ones, that I would say haunt me. I'd also say I feel haunted by the works I don't finish, the WIPs I was so passionate about but I just cannot seem to pick up and finish. Literal ghosts, in a sense.

But to think about it in a positive way, there's also those stories that you bleed all your heart and soul into, the ones you want to forever be attached to your name. When people talk about you as an author they always point to certain works first because those are the epitome of your repertoire. And maybe it haunts you because it is the quality you forever strive to achieve in the works you create afterwards. In that vein, I can't say which fics people would associate with me, but I'd like to think I have a few. There's certainly a few I wrote that I use as a sort of standard to achieve with every new work. The ones when people when they see my name they go 'yeah they wrote this story'. Haunted by success, perhaps?

To the first point, have I ever been haunted by other's writing? Absolutely. Whether you're a writer or not, there's always stories that carve out a space in your mind. Sometimes they inform your own craft. Sometimes it's the emotions they caused or the thoughts they provoked; the stuff that lingers in your mind long after you've put the book down. I'd certainly say I have some of those.

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

I do believe this. Very much so. But it fucking hurts sometimes. Taking a knife to your own writing that you've put so much work into and meticulously crafted can feel like cutting a part of your soul out, but I have learned how good it can be. I wouldn't say I'm 'ruthless' about it, but I try to keep my mind open when I'm editing.

Sometimes you need to rip your words and details out to make it better. The reader does not need to know every single intricate detail of the characters, does not need to hear every single word of every single conversation, and do not need to know what is happening every single second of the day. It's cumbersome and laborious to read. It slows the pace of the story to a crawl, leaves no room for the reader's imagination to play, and in my opinion, actually distracts from the characters and narratives as a whole by confusing the focal point of the story. Sometimes it's just word count, nothing more. So yeah, I advocate for killing your darlings.

But I do have a darling graveyard. Non-destructive editing is a habit I've gotten into. I always have a separate document full of cut content and alternate plot lines. For sentimentality's sake, or because sometimes those pieces can find a home elsewhere, maybe even in another form. And I often go back to visit the graveyard. They are still your words, and you shouldn't hate them. Respect the work you put in even if it never sees the sun.

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

Okay, so you want me to talk about my new mattdrai project ;) Well, it's a World War One AU--one of those 'shoving my blorbos into a setting I'm fascinated by and probably know too much about' kind of fics haha. I'm not sure how much I can say without spoiling the whole fic. It's set in September of 1918, in the region of Amiens, France. But it doesn't actually take place on the battlefield (for the most part... no spoilers). It's essentially a very literal enemies to lovers plot.

The lore that I will share is this: Matthew travelled up to Canada and joined a Canadian regiment (the PPCLI) in early 1915, so he's been on the Western Front for over three years. Leon, conversely, was living in Canada for some time before the war, but due to rising tensions moved back to Germany shortly before the war broke out, and so ends up joining the German forces (160th Infantry Reg.) So he's basically been fighting for four years by September 1918. Which is when they meet.

Both of them are suffering from combat fatigue. They've lost friends, suffered wounds, grown accustom to the danger and the stress and the violence. They run into each other basically by accident, and extenuating circumstances force them to stick together for a while; talking, re-establishing some humanity in each other, getting a little close *wink wink*. But circumstances arise that force Matthew into action, and Leon to make a difficult choice. I can promise a happy ending, but there will be drama and angst along the way. My forte. My modus operandi, if you will lol.

Add on a heaping dose of internalized homophobia from Matthew and Leon being a wee bit traumatised by the amount of killing he's done. Both of them are skilled, highly-valued men in their units (Matthew is decorated, Leon is TBD). Matthew's more stubborn about keeping the lines between them firm, but Leon is less so, because he's so disillusioned at this point. Germany was suffering severely by this point in the war (disease, starvation, exhaustion, dissension in the ranks, increasing public disdain for the war, a revolution), so Leon's more willing to drop the pretense that the war matters. Though he does still find Matthew annoying at times; can't get rid of pissy Leon all the time lol.

And Matthew's tired too, but he's clinging to the idea that the allies have to 'win', even if he doesn't fully believe it, because if he doesn't than everything he's done and been through up to that point means nothing. Which is not to say he's heartless; eventually his hackles drop. I guess in a sense there's an underlying narrative of 'violent men relearning to be kind'.

Honestly there's details (like their family situations, their service records, etc...) that I don't know for sure whether or not will make it into the text, or to what extent. Some of it could be a bit spoiler-y, too. So I don't want to say more just yet.

I hope this whet your curiosity? Maybe built some intrigue? :)

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

Good lord, I've spent soooo much time trying to think of something for this. I don't know if I have an answer that fits? Most of my small character details tend to form in the moment as I'm writing, so there aren't many I can think of off the top of my head. If it isn't relevant I don't tend to think about it. I wish I did--it'd flesh out my character better. Maybe if I went back and read my stuff I'd find some little character details that fit the criteria, but I can't think of any right now. My brain is too exhausted I guess lol.

That being said, I may have one that's been on my mind recently? With regards to my WW1 mattdrai AU.

I have the notion that Leon still met and became close friends with Connor while he was living in Canada, and after Leon went back to Germany and the war broke out, they found a way to keep sending letters to each other despite serving on opposite sides. Maybe Leon doesn't send his letter through the military post, he goes into town when he comes off the line and sends his mail through civilian channels. Maybe they use some kind of pseudonym system to route the mail around to each other. Maybe they send them through neutral countries. Maybe he sends them to Connor's family first and they send it on to Connor under the guise of a family letter, and Connor does the same when sending to Leon. It's not realistic, but it's the idea that they would find a way to hold on to that friendship despite them being made enemies. I don't imagine it would be easy, or that it wouldn't be tense, but it could help keep their view of each other human, remind each other that the war looks the same on both sides. It may also explain why Leon's more readily able to humanise Matthew upon first meeting.

I don't know if any of Leon's or Matthew's friends are going to come up much, if at all, in this AU, simply because the circumstances keep the whole story pretty focused on the two of them, but I am thinking about what their friends and families are doing during the war.

Thank you again my dear! <3

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hawkezone · 1 year

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THE SEAT OF POWER: PT 2

In the wake of Fen'Harel's escape, former Inquisitor Angus Trevelyan handles his transition from being Ostwick's most finicky and least eligible bachelor to being on the arm of Minrathous's finest; while juggling the beginnings of an elven rebellion. A Trevelyan-Dorian & Fen(m!)hawke imagining of the events leading up to Dread Wolf, Part Two.

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Chapter Two: Letters from Varric

“Broody.

I know you’re going to kill me when you get this, so be patient and maybe don’t go all out on that tear my heart out thing until you hear the whole story.

First off, Hawke is fine. I know you’re going to ask, so I’ll try to give you a play by play of how everything went over in Adamant Keep. Yes, Adamant. Wardens. Again, please reserve your murder of me for later.

You haven’t met Lucky, but he’s the Inquisitor. Nice guy. Real fancy type. You would hate him. Least of all because his paramour is an actual mage from Tevinter. No, not a magister. Not yet, anyway. He’s very insistent about that. They’re a good bunch, though. I imagine you’ll find that hard to believe.

This next part is the part you’re going to murder me for, so brace yourself. Apparently, in the heat of trying to chase down Warden-Commander Clarel, Lucky here tore open a passageway straight between our world and the Fade and - I shit you not - ended up walking bodily in the Fade itself. One of his lucky passengers was your man Chuckles, although he wasn’t too happy about it at the time.

You’re not going to believe this next part, but the thing that pulled Lucky out of the Fade in the first place, when he got saved from the Breach? The Divine Justinia herself, according to eye witness accounts. She couldn't save us in the end, though. Not from the giant thing that split the sky open and tried to keep us from leaving.

Your man tried to play the hero - or should I say, Champion - to distract the giant thing for long enough for the rest of us to scramble out of the Breach. I know, I know, if I’d have been there I would’ve thrown him through the Breach to stop him myself. You’ll be happy to know that Stroud took that last stand - and it was heroic by all accounts, from what Chuckles tells me. A real noble death for a real, noble Grey Warden. I guess Hawke was right about leaving without telling you, though - you two would have squabbled to the death over who gets to sacrifice themselves for who until you dissolved into a teary-eyed mess of sorrow and dramatic lingering kisses. We call you Broody for a reason, you know.

So the Warden trail doesn’t stop there, right? Hawke is en route to Weisshaupt, right as I’m penning this missive, which means that he should be there right about when you’re receiving it. He says he’s worried about you following him because he’s not sure about putting you in the eyeline of Corypheus, but you deserve to know. What you do with that is up to you. I’m guessing you two had a long, measured, very logical talk about what to do in this eventuality, and it wasn’t just a yelling match followed by several hours of slow yet tender lovemaking before Hawke disappeared in the middle of the night with a letter detailing how he would lay down his life for you and pine away every night in the absence of your presence. I assume. Liberties were taken.

He really would die for you, you know. And I can’t stop you from going to Weisshaupt. Just make sure you two keep each other alive instead of burning up in each other’s arms, okay?

See you there. When this is over. Or sooner.

Your friend,

Varric.”

Scanning the last few lines again - and again, and again - Fenris’s eyes grew wide. He could scarcely believe the gall of Varric to let Hawke wander headfirst into danger again. Taking the letter - and the heavy string and seal that came with it, and the inkpot next to the receiving desk, and the quill for good measure - Fenris slammed the stuff against the wall in an angry gesture of pure destruction, letting out an exasperated howl. The people downstairs, he had hoped, were used to some occasional angry screaming by now; the things Varric had sent in his letters hadn’t exactly been non-screaming material.

As the ink blotted downwards through the wood onto the straw-matted floor, Fenris sighed, and picked up the letter again. Weisshaupt. But of course Varric had intended for him to follow Hawke, all along; he wouldn’t have mentioned it otherwise. The dwarf, though one could argue he was sentimental, wasn’t so much so as to put his best friend in danger. Hawke, it was evident, needed him. And Varric was saying as much, in his way. No doubt the Lady Nightingale was reading each of his every word.

He was already furious with Hawke for stealing away in the night, though he knew why he had done so - they had, indeed, had a bombastically loud screaming match the night before he had slipped off to Skyhold, wherein Hawke refused to tell him where he had been summoned - by the dread Inquisition, no less - and, worst of all, why. For his safety, Hawke had said, and Fenris had never accepted Hawke placing his life above his own. It was true, though. Had he known where Hawke had gone, and where he would go, he would have gone with him, or, worse, tried to stop him from going. Hawke was never one to be stopped, though, and that was one of the things Fenris loved most dearly about him.

Nobody could have guessed that Hawke would end up physically walking in the Fade, however - Maker, but that would drive a man mad. Fenris, despite himself being still rather a bit mad at Hawke, crumpled the remains of the ink-splattered letter in his hand, wondering if Hawke was all right. To simply touch him and make sure he was whole again - that was worth everything in the world.

It wasn’t a matter on the table, then, it was decided: He was off to Weisshaupt. Once he was done being absolutely furious at both Varric and Hawke.

This was going to take a while.

“Aveline.

First things first. Is it true that Choir Boy led an army of Starkhaven crusaders in a misguided attempt to annex Kirkwall? In service of his feelings about Blondie? I don’t like the guy much either, but you know that’s an overstatement. Feels good to know you beat him back, though. Curly gave me the report. I’m proud of you. I bet you get that a lot, though.

How’s Donnic? You think I’m prying for inspiration, but I hope you two are doing all right. []”

“Dear Sunshine,

Your brother is fine, and he says hello. There! No need to worry.

Just kidding. I know you’ll have a million and one questions about what happened since I left you in Tantervale. How are Aveline and Donnic, by the way? If you get anything juicy pried out of her next time she visits, send it to me. No real secrets, though, just maybe enough spice to pepper into the next issue of Swords and Shields.

You’ve probably figured out Hawke was on his way to rendezvous with the Inquisition, and you’d be right. Don’t worry, I’ve been with him the entire time. He’s safe, and on his way to the next part of this whole twisted mystery. I let Fenris know where he went so they can keep each other company. Maybe mow down a few darkspawn and Red Templars along the way.

Apropos of nothing, you might want to consider taking an elongated vacation to the ancient Grey Warden fortress of Weisshaupt in the Anderfel Mountains sometime during the next few months. Maybe something of familial interest there.

Send my regards to the others in the Circle. Or what’s left of it, anyway.

Stay safe, and see you soon,

Your friend,

Varric.”

Bethany clutched the letter to her chest, and sighed wistfully out the window. The cold of the tower she had been staying in, with Aveline and Donnic’s occasional company when they rode up from Kirkwall, had been especially fraught these last few days, but she was well and truly glad to hear from Varric.

Taking a piece of bread and whipped, sweetcream butter from a tablet by her bedside, Bethany chewed thoughtfully, squinting at the sun rising beyond the walls of Tantervale. She was happy her brother was all right - after all this time, he was still truly her best friend, as they had been since birth. Together, they had weathered so much - the death of their father, brother, and then mother; the reuniting of their uncle with the rest of their family, and the ascent in reclaiming the Hawke name as one to be truly proud of. Though she knew he was out doing important business, he’d always be her brother, and he’d always be thinking of her. It made Bethany feel safe, in a way. They would always have each other - Bethany was sure of it, and, for once, she felt the fabric of the world agree with her. Nothing would tear them apart - though Hawke’s insistence on trying to fix all of Thedas’s problems might tear him apart physically, away from this life.

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