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Very saddened to hear the news about Bioware. As much as I was disappointed with Dragon Age The Veilguard, it was a fun game and I did not wish for the series to end. That being said, for those of you who haven't seen the artbook, I want to share the initial ideas and concepts of the team behind the game. Here's what Veilguard could have and should have been.
Characters from Previous Games
Morrigan, Dorian and Isabela were supposed to be our advisors. They also had better outfits.
Sten, Cole and Shale were some other characters featured in the artbook. An early idea for Cole was to act as a compassionate voice to Solas.
The Divine was supposed to make an appearance, sending out ships to hunt Solas in the hopes that his capture will restore peace to Thedas.
We were supposed to receive assignments from the Inquisitor.
Another idea was for us to return to the Fade and rescue whoever was left behind in Inquisition.
Solas as a True Leader
Elves from all over Thedas were supposed to answer Solas' call, as presented in the ending screens of Inquisition.
Solas' appearance was supposed to be more of a surprise.
Solas was supposed to return like a regal figure out of the distant past.
Game Mechanics
The game was focused more on espionage and sneaking around. We were supposed to go on cool missions, like infiltrating the Archon's throne room.
Another idea was for us to ride adult griffons, hunting dragons.
Or to go on secret missions in Tevinter, accurately depicted here with slaves and slavers.
Story and Setting
The dwarves were supposed to be fleeing the underground by the thousands. Cause is left unknown.
We were supposed to go to Par Vollen, the home of the Qunari.
Companions had the option to betray us.
We were supposed to go in disguise to a ball in the Necropolis.
Another idea was for Solas to interrupt our mission, wiping half of our team off the board and forcing us to make an unlikely alliance.
Solas was supposed to summon a Titan in the final battle.
We were supposed to get a happy ending with our love interests.
Headquarters
And last but not least, our base was first supposed to be a ship, sailing to all the places we would visit.
We would have a war table room, similar to Inquisition.
The ship could get stolen and we would have to get it back.
However, thematically, boats don't line up with the spy theme. They're too easy to spot and attack. So the ship was transformed into a submarine.
The submarine was already named The Dumat, after an Archdemon.
These are just the parts I found most interesting from the artbook, which has more than 200 pages. I wonder who saw all these ideas and went nah, let's scrap them. I guess we'll never know.
Before Veilguard's release I was theorizing the Veilguard companion characters might have been designed to be parallels to the known Evanuris, but I couldn't place all of them.
Now that I've played the game (almost twice) I think I've figured them all out.
Rook - Elgar'nan, the leader. Controller of light and dark. The one who influences the others.
Neve - Mythal, who can be a fierce protector or a source of inspiration and hope.
Harding - Andruil, the hunter, who went mad from the Void and had to fight her way back
Bellara - June, the inventor. Master of magical artifact.
Lucanis - Dirthamen, keeper of secrets, who mastered the twin ravens of Fear and Deceit, and returned from death.
Davrin - Ghilan'nain, Master of Monsters, Keeper of Halla.
Emmrich - Falon'Din, the necromancer. Friend of the dead.
Taash - Sylaise, who's fire cannot be quenched.
Which leaves Solas to play the role he always has - Fen'Harel, the trickster and betrayer, who could ally with them, if only they will listen to his advice and try to protect their world as best as they can.
Pardon me for reblogging myself. I was completing a companion quest when I realized that every single companion quest deals with the companions defeating a corrupted version of themselves.
We are literally watching the Evanuris battle their demons.
Aelia (Neve) - A blood mage who "protects" her city via blood magic, fear, and propaganda.
Shade (Harding) - A shade of herself made of wrath and anger.
Cyrian (Bellara) - A master of magical artifacts easily corrupted by the emotions of a tyrant
Illario (Lucanis) - An assassin who uses secrets to deceive and gain power.
Johanna (Emmrich) - a necromancer who despises Spirits and the deceased and sees them only as tools.
Dragon King (Taash) - an adaari who wants to use his fire breath to rule others
Elgar'nan (Rook) - the final battle with the last standing god, who caused the corruption of all the others
I'd actually argue that (at least outside of the redemption path) Rook and Solas are both playing two roles: Elgar'nan and Fen'Harel. Solas is the rebel trickster, but he's also the last god standing, the arrogant would-be tyrant (destroying the world to replace it with his own ideal one is pretty tyrannical, sympathetic motives aside) who must be stopped for the good of everyone else. And when he steps into that role Rook takes on the role of Fen'Harel in his place. They're the rebel, the trickster (especially if you go with the false dagger), the one who hurls their enemy into the Fade to uphold the Veil after one blow too many (Mythal for Solas, Varric's death/the blood magic manipulation/Fade jail—depending on your personal taste, honestly any of them work—for Rook). It's such a fun switching of position and I love how Solas himself foreshadows it (but not enough to not fall for the trick; you'd think a trickster would know better than to dismiss Rook as a threat) with his "Elgar'nan had me and I suppose I have you" talk.
Oh yes, there's absolutely an entangling of Solas/Rook/Elgar'nan. The dialogue choices after Blood of Arlathan point out that Elgar'nan and Solas have a lot in common—to the point that I'd almost guess that Elgar'nan was originally a spirit of Wisdom, but my focus here was really on the companions.
The parallels and allusions to the story play out in miniature a lot throughout the game.
If you save Minrathous and choose the Archon Dorian's method is intended to parallel Solas while Mae's is parallel to Mythal's.
Thinkin’ about reader wearing a piece of Johnny’s clothes and both of them being a little shocked at the sudden flash of possessiveness Johnny gets at the sight. 🥰🥰
cw. nsfw, afab!reader, possessiveness, overstimulation, nipple play, marking *not proofread, just pure horny
[I NEED HIM SO BAD PLS LORD GIVE HIM TO ME]
He couldn't help himself. The near angelic image of you in one of his button-ups, hanging loosely buttoned on your frame, hem stopping just short of your ass, had him throbbing in his shorts. The thought of having eggs for breakfast was quickly replaced with having you for breakfast.
Johnny easily hoisted you up onto the cool countertop, hands making quick work of pulling your panties down your thighs. His shorts and boxers were hastily pushed down his thighs, too engrossed in kissing you to take them down any further.
Johnny nearly ripped the buttons off your shirt, exposing your bare chest to the wind chill of the early morning. His hands melted into your hips as he worked his aching cock into your wet folds.
"Fuck, baby. You're mine, say you're mine, please baby." His mouth latched onto your neck, sucking and nipping marks into your skin. He kissed down your neck to your chest, wrapping his lips around your perked nipple.
"All yours, Johnny. 'M all yours." Your exclamation made his dick twitch, shaking as he hurdles closer to his climax. Your back arched into his mouth, your hips tilting and driving his cock deeper within your walls. Your nails drag against his upper back, feeling the muscles shift under your clammy palms.
"That's fucking right, baby. All fucking mine." Johnny pulls off of you with a slick pop, his hand coming up to his mouth to lick the pad of his thumb. He wriggles his hand between your bodies to draw quick circles on your clit, moving his mouth back onto your puffy nipple as you shudder and whine against the counter.
You wrap your legs around his waist, your orgasm following soon after his. The flood of warmth and whimper that Johnny let out as he shallowly rocked his hips had you at your wit's end. Your nails dug into his shoulders, a wince leaving him as his shoulders tensed.
As the haze wears off, you lay still against the counter, enjoying the cold marble against your heated skin. Johnny massaged your hips, pressing light kisses along your chest.
Inspiration: Prompts #53 (“why don’t you make me?”) from Prompt List #1 and #78 (“oh, i’m gonna fucking ruin you.”) from Prompt List #2 with added inspiration taken from a request from the lovely @odins-nsfw
Warnings: cursing, Adam is an asshole (what else is new), tiny bit of angst if you squint, general kinda rough smut (18+, MINORS DNI!!!), oral sex (female receiving), face sitting, digital manipulation, unprotected sex, Adam and reader are definitely toxic, enemies that are also lovers :)
Word Count: 2,149
Author’s Note: This took me a little longer to write but I’m very happy with how it turned out! Definitely getting more comfortable with writing smut, and writing for Adam is still proving to be very fun. Thanks to everyone who has interacted with my other Adam one shots (which you can read here and here); it seriously means so much to see the positive feedback. I still have one more request in my inbox, but I will definitely be writing for more Hazbin characters as the year goes on (especially since we don’t know when the show is coming back). But if you’d like to submit an ask, check out my About Me page, Prompt Lists, and other works in my Masterlist! Thanks and happy reading, depraved sinners!
“Hey, toots, settle a bet for us, would ya?” you heard Angel Dust call to you from across the hotel lobby. Ever since Charlie Morningstar successfully staved off an attack from Heaven’s army, you decided to join her crusade towards redeeming the seemingly irredeemable.
You were first assigned as a quasi-concierge, since you had spent most of your time in Hell bouncing from one side of the Pride Ring to the other. You hopped up from your desk and met Angel, who was slumped across the bar; Husk was silently cleaning a glass, a small smirk on his feline face.
“What’s up, guys?” you breathed, counting the seconds until your shift ended. You were grateful for the free accommodations that the hotel provided, but you didn’t expect the afterlife would involve diving into the wonderful world of customer service.
The porn star shifted his gaze to Husk, and you could tell they were both up to something. “Are ya fuckin’ the angel or what?” the bartender asked, his voice gruff. Angel almost spit out the swig of malt liquor he had just taken.
You feigned confusion, turning to the spider-like demon. “Angel Dust, I think I would know if I were fucking the biggest porn star—”
“Actor.”
“—Actor,” you corrected yourself, “on this side of Hell. You should know he’s not my type, Husk, honest.”
Angel Dusk tsked. “You know that’s not who we’re talking about, babycakes,” he said, his voice lowering, “We’re talking about the angel. Or, I guess the fallen angel.”
Oh, shit.
You shifted uncomfortably on the barstool, swirling the whiskey glass Husk had placed in front of you. “No clue what you mean by that.”
“Bullshit,” Husk said testily.
“See, I told you she’d lie,” Angel drawled, smiling smugly, “You can read it on her pretty little face.” You could feel the heat creeping up your neck.
Yes, you had been fucking Adam. And yes, you had been keeping it from the rest of the hotel residents. Even after showing up—in a new demonic form, no less—to be redeemed, you knew no one, not even Charlie, trusted him fully after the last botched exorcism and direct attack on the hotel itself.
But he was drawn to you almost immediately, singling you out as someone to pursue and torment. And stupidly, you found yourself attracted to him, despite your better judgement.
“Who told you,” you deadpanned.
Angel Dust’s gaze flickered from you to Husk and back again. He sure knew how to be a fucking tease.
“Your stupid boyfriend,” Husk confirmed, not wanting to torture you any longer.
“Ya shoulda seen him bragging about it last night,” Angel added, no doubt living for the drama this would cause, “He’s got some loose lips once the booze starts flowin’. Real keeper if ya ask me.”
Stomach in knots, you attempted to put up a brave face, even with their taunting. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you said definitively, now feeling anger welling up inside you.
This was all Adam’s fault. He couldn’t keep his fucking mouth shut and now you were the one dealing with the humiliating fallout. “Fine, fuck buddy, whatever,” Angel corrected, watching as you stood up from the barstool in a huff, “Doesn’t sound like it’ll last very much longer, given the look on your face.”
You rolled your eyes, completely over this conversation. “Would you excuse me?” you asked rhetorically, your voice dripping with poison. Even Angel looked perturbed for a moment.
Husk glanced over to his companion as you hopped off the barstool, practically seething, “Yeah, ‘course toots,” Angel called after you, still clearly tickled by this development. He loved this kind of soap opera drama bullshit.
You were still able to hear Husk say “Oh she’s gonna fuckin’ murder him,” as you climbed the steps and stomped to Adam’s room.
Pounding on the door, anger and embarrassment grew like a vicious virus inside you. When no one answered, you pressed your ear against the door and was met with the irritating sound of a whiny electric guitar.
“Perfect,” you muttered to yourself as you grabbed the ring of keys Charlie had given you when you were on shift. Even though you had technically clocked out, you weren’t above bending the rules to give Adam a piece of your mind.
You threw open the door, letting the thud as it hit the wall startle the fallen angel strumming his guitar lazily. “Jesus fu—” he started to say as he shifted on his bed, but then his eyes softened at the sight of you, “Oh, hey babe—”
“Don’t you ‘hey babe’ me, you fucking prick,” you spat, fire practically spewing from your mouth, “You’ve been telling people about us?!”
A tense pause.
“Maybe.”
Another pause.
“No?”
You could feel your eye beginning to twitch.
“Ugh, fine. Yes. But what’s the big deal?” Adam asked incredulously, finally putting his guitar down.
You paused for a moment, your anger simmering. The big deal was that you were embarrassed. That the thought of you and Adam going public made you look like a desperate sinner latching onto the only other wayward soul that would look your way.
And hell, you actually liked sneaking around, until he ruined it with his big, dumb mouth of his.
And maybe, just maybe, you were afraid that once the novelty wore off and everyone knew about you two, Adam would leave you behind and move onto the next shiny new toy to waltz into the hotel.
“Cat got your tongue, dollface?” he prodded, wanting to get a rise out of you. It was one of his new favorite pastimes.
You pinched the bridge of your nose, your anxiety being replaced by annoyance. “Jesus fucking Christ do you ever shut up?” The former angel smirked, his eyes flitting up and down your form.
“First off, don’t take the Lord’s name in vain,” he said as you rolled your eyes, “It’s fucking rude.”
You wanted to punch him.
“Second, why don’t you make me?”
That was the last straw.
You lunged at him, practically pouncing on top of him to kiss him hungrily. Adam knew exactly how to push your buttons, and pathetic as it was, you actually fell for it every time.
You were straddling him, and felt him wince as you bit his lip in the heat of the angry makeout. Adam knew you were pissed, and the more you fought for dominance, the harder he felt himself get.
After all, pleasure always tasted sweeter with a little pain. And you tasted fucking delicious.
Adam groaned as you pulled away from him, your face still radiating with heat and anger. You weren’t letting him off that easily, and he knew it.
“Lie down,” you muttered, your eyes scanning his smug expression. “Now.” Wordlessly, Adam complied, lying on his back as you removed your pants and underwear swiftly.
Adam raised his head slightly just in time to watch you remove your shirt and throw it across the room in a huff. He waited patiently for you to do his own disrobing on his behalf; the lazy bastard loved when you rode him.
But he didn’t feel the desperate grasp of your hands around his cock.
No, instead, you climbed up his chest, until you were eye to eye, his gold pupils dilated. “I’m going to have to take drastic measures to shut you up, aren’t I?”
Adam felt his pulse quicken. “What’d you have in mind?”
A sinful smile spread across your face. “Something I know you hate,” you teased, cupping his face gently, doing your best to seduce him into submission, “And something I happen to know your bestie Luci is very talented at.”
Adam gripped your arm, pulling your hand away from his face. You became frightened for a second, before he started peppering the inside of your wrist with small love bites.
The games you played toed a dangerous line between love and hate, and luckily Adam had been fucking you long enough to understand the moves you were making.
“I’m not eating you out,” he said, his expression darkening, “And don’t try to bait me with that little pretty boy. It won’t work.”
You felt your pulse quicken; clearly you had struck a nerve. You just had to push him a little further to get your way.
“Is that why Lilith really left?” you said, rolling your hips against his, feeling how hard he was underneath you, “Because you couldn’t…satisfy her the way that Lucifer could?”
You knew this would send him over the edge. And the moment you looked into his burning gold eyes, you knew you had won.
A small victory, but a victory nonetheless.
“Oh, I’m gonna fucking ruin you,” he growled, tugging at the hair at the nape of your neck. You smirked as he finally complied and laid on his back. Adam would rather give up control than have his skills in the bedroom be compared to the King of Hell.
You knew he was insecure, and if he was going to be a dick about it, the least you could do was take advantage.
Before he could change his mind, you placed each thigh on either side of his head, kneeling until your aching core met the lower half of his face. After a few seconds of resistance, you felt his lips part and flinched as his tongue slid into you.
“I can’t believe this was—ah—” you bucked your hips as he found his way to your clit, “This was the only way to get you to shut the fuck up.” You felt a hum of disapproval as his slender hands found his way to your ass.
You smiled to yourself as you felt the annoyed hum that radiated from your stubborn lover’s mouth. Finding your pace, you felt the tension in your abdomen rising as Adam continued to eat you out.
For not loving the act, you had to admit he was good at it. Feeling his tongue swirl inside you sent a shiver down you spine, and you felt a yelp leave your lips as he slapped your ass as you continued to buck on top of him.
In retaliation, he tried teasing you with small sucks and flicks, but you didn’t care; the fact that he was focusing on your gratification for a change was rewarding enough.
After a few minutes, though, the fallen angel had had enough of your domineering; if he was going to finish you off, he was going to do it his way.
Coming up for air, he placated you by circling one of his fingers around your clit. “Alright baby, you got what you wanted,” he breathed, “Now it’s my turn.”
In one fell swoop, he flipped you over onto your back, and disrobed in the blink of an eye. ‘Showoff,’ you thought to yourself, annoyed by the lack of his mouth on your pussy.
Before you could protest, two of his long fingers found his way inside you, pumping and curling to hit your sweet spot.
“After this, I’m gonna fuck you into oblivion,” Adam muttered, his tempo growing more erratic, “You’re lucky I’m even bothering to get you off after your little outburst, but you can consider it a favor this time.”
You tried to focus more on satisfying sensation you were feeling than his bitching. “It’s the least you could do after that bullshit you pulled with Husk and Angel,” you said, feeling a bead of sweat roll down your back as you tightened around him, “They’ll fucking crucify me.”
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic, baby,” he cooed, resting his thumb on your bud as he continued to pump his fingers into you, “Now be a good girl and cum for me.”
It only took a few more moments of stimulation for you to humiliatingly come undone around him, knowing he’d make you pay for it later.
Getting off always seemed to come with a price when it came to fucking Adam; at the very least you were able to shut him up for a few glorious minutes.
You contemplated if the grilling from the other guests and constant bickering was worth it, but you didn’t have much time to change your mind. Adam pulled you off your back and onto your stomach, and you winced as he slammed his cock into you, your ass on full display as he took you from behind.
You gripped the sheets, the friction of him inside you equal parts painful and gratifying. ‘Another question for another day,’ you thought, burying your face into the mattress as he fucked you at an agonizingly delicious pace.
Right now, you had a pissy angel to placate and a couple of sinners to swear to secrecy.
Royally fucked didn’t even begin to describe the mess you had gotten yourself into.
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IT WAS A PEACEFUL AFTERNOON, LOUD CHIME OF BELL RESONATING IN THE PLACE. Beneath the kaleidoscope of the afternoon sun filtering through the stained glass, the couple stood inside an empty church, hollowed of unwanted presence. It was a silent scenario, hollowed out by any utterances, with an eerie and yet affectionate air. Their gazes locked in a silent symphony of vows exchanged through the language of their eyes. As she delved into his gaze, she found a sanctuary where his every glance whispered of her cherished worth and adoration.
The depths of his eyes held secrets untold, yet they were laid bare to her, revealing a love that knew no bounds. Likewise, in her eyes, he discerned the clear azure of the summer sky devoid of clouds, reflecting her own love and devotion back to him. Each glance exchanged between them spoke volumes, a silent language of love that transcended mere words.
Alastor's voice, with its theatrical flair and undeniable charm, shattered the stillness surrounding them. Each word, a melody in its own right, resonated through the sacred space, amplified by the rays of orange-tinted light that accentuated every contour of his visage.
"My dearest love," Alastor began, his voice a melodic blend of charm and sincerity, resonating with a captivating cadence that held her spellbound. "From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew that you were the one I wanted to spend the rest of my days with.”
The beating of her hearts intensified as the butterfly within her stomach sought for freedom to flee.
“You are my rock, my guiding light, and my greatest joy,” Alastor continued, the curve on his lips never wavering. “With this ring, I vow to stand by your side through all the joys and sorrows that life may bring, to cherish and honor you for all the days of my life."
His eyes fell on her hand, delicate and poised atop his upturned palm, as he with all gentleness slid the ring through her finger. The weight of the moment hung in the air, a tangible presence that wrapped around them like a warm embrace.
She smiled softly at him, her lower lids curving faintly, betraying the glee her heart owned. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, a testament to the overwhelming emotions that swirled within her. Without a word, she tilted her head ever so slightly to meet his amber eyes, the glistening trails of tears staining her cheeks reflecting the soft glow of the candlelight. In that silent moment, a plea danced in her gaze, urging him with a subtle gesture to lift his hand and wipe away the tears with his thumb.
Alastor's touch was surprisingly gentle, his thumb brushing away the tears with a tenderness that belied his usual demeanor. He shared the smile that adorned her lips, his own lips curling into a soft, reassuring grin.
Their sweet union was a secret meant to be shared between the two of them alone, a sacred bond forged in the depths of their souls. As they stood there, locked in each other's gaze, a wave of joy washed over them, their hearts swelling with a sense of wonder and disbelief. It was a moment they had dreamed of, a moment they had waited for with bated breath. And here they stood, alone in the quiet sanctuary, their love sealed with nothing more than their own vows and the promise of a lifetime together.
As the tremble in her voice betrayed her nerves, she began to speak her vows.
❝Alastor, my beloved,❞ she whispered, her tone soft.
❝From the depths of my soul...
❝I promise to love you unconditionally...
❝...to support and encourage you...
❝...in all that you do.❞
Her lips curl upward, tasting the tears as words further flee her throat.
❝With this ring, I pledge my heart and my life to you, to be your partner and your confidante, now and forevermore.❞
...a sigh escaped Alastor's lips as he gently placed the final box on the ground, his muscles aching from the day's exertion. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, threatening to trickle into his eyes, but he swiftly brushed them away with a practiced motion of his hand. The sun aloft was covered by clouds shading the place, resting on the hue of gray, making the atmosphere similarly quite chilly.
The man who had driven the vehicle stood nearby, his own brow furrowed with exertion as he carefully settled the additional box onto the ground. Alastor offered him a nod of gratitude, his appreciation evident in the smile he directed towards the man.
"Well, I guess this is the last box," the middle-aged man remarked, his voice tinged with fatigue as he tucked a hand into the pocket of his overcoat, fishing out a handkerchief to wipe away the sweat from his face.
His eyes wandered briefly, taking in the surrounding landscape before settling on the newly acquired house.
"You've got a lovely spot here," he continued, nodding approvingly. "I'm sure you and your wife will be quite happy."
Alastor's grin at the man's words, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"Oh, I have no doubt about that," he replied confidently.
"Have a plan of adding to your little family?" the man inquired, a knowing twinkle in his eye as he observed Alastor's reaction. The man's utterance caught Alastor off guard, causing a slight flush to rise to his cheeks beneath his complexion.
Alastor's expression faltered for a moment, his usual confidence momentarily shaken by the implications of the man's question. He cleared his throat, his grin faltering slightly as he struggled to find the right words to respond.
“Ah, but it's just the beginning, my good sir.” Alastor chuckled quite strainedly, his voice smooth and filled with playful charm. “The beginning of something thrilling, I dare say.”
The man chuckled, noticing Alastor's slight discomfort at his suggestion. "Oh, forgive me if I've overstepped, Alastor. I didn't mean to pry."
Alastor waved a hand dismissively, regaining his composure with practiced ease.
"No harm done, my friend,” he said, as his gaze fell on the form of his wife, who stood not far from them. “But as for expanding the family, well, that's a tale yet to unfold."
The man nodded understandingly, changing the subject to something more neutral. "Fair enough. Well, whatever the future holds, I'm sure you'll handle it with your usual flair."
Alastor flashed a grin, appreciating the man's tactful shift in conversation. "Thank you for the vote of confidence.”
The man nodded again, a knowing smile crossing his face and patting his shoulder. "Well, I won't keep you any longer. You've got plenty of unpacking to do."
Alastor nodded in acknowledgment as the man turned and walked away, his footsteps fading into the distance along with the sound of the departing vehicle. With a sense of finality, Alastor turned his attention to his wife, who stood nearby admiring their new home.
Her eyes were alight with excitement as she took in the modest yet charming abode that would soon become their sanctuary. A bag of clothes rested in her hands, a symbol of their transition into this new chapter of their lives. Alastor approached her, his coat draped over her shoulders, offering both warmth and comfort.
As he reached her side, Alastor gently guided his hand to her, freeing one of her hands from the burden of the bag and intertwining her fingers with his own. For a brief moment, they stood together in silence, their gazes locked in a loving exchange. Alastor's grip on her hand tightened faintly, a subtle gesture of his affection and devotion.
Their frame stood before the door of their new home, a newlywed couple filled with anticipation for the memories that awaited them within. The house symbolized their hard work and determination, a proof of their love and commitment to each other. With her fingers intertwined with his, she admired the sanctuary they had created together, while Alastor's gaze remained fixed on her face, captivated by the delight that radiated from her eyes.
"So, what do you think, darling? Does it have that 'home sweet home' vibe?"
Y/N chuckled, shaking her head affectionately. "Oh, absolutely. But you know what it's missing? A touch of our magic."
Alastor raised an eyebrow, pretending to be intrigued. "And what kind of magic might that be, my dear?"
With a twinkle in her eye, she leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "The kind that turns four walls and a roof into a sanctuary of love and laughter."
And as they stood there, with their eyes gazing at each other lovingly, hand in hand, their hearts were overflowing with love, beating fervently inside their chests, banging over their chests for freedom, eager for the chance to be entwined together forevermore.
Alastor grinned, his eyes lighting up with understanding.
"Ah, I see. Well then, I suppose it's lucky we brought plenty of that magic with us."
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