Warning(s)-Â fatphobia, negative thoughts about weight, mentions of Cazador, Swearing
Summary- Reader is upset after a rough day in Baldurs Gate, but Astarion proves that she doesn't need to be.
Word Count- 1,700
A/N- Sorry if this isn't perfect, it has been a while. But merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! (I also changed the name of the fic)
After a long and perilous journey through the Shadow Cursed Lands, The Underdark, and the Mountain Pass to gain allies you finally made your way to Baldurs Gate. The bustling streets and lively atmosphere was almost alien to you after so much time surrounded by nature.
The faces of your companions tell you all you need to know about how they feel at present. Disgust, Excitement, and Fear. You felt for Astarion, it must be terrifying returning to your old hunting grounds after so long, seeing the families of people he had condemned, but that wasnât who he was now. You felt a fleeting sense of pride that your friend had promised the Gur he would help take down Cazador and find out what happened to their childrenâ Whether they were alive or not is a whole different story.
Karlach on the other hand looked positively elated at being here. Her excitement was certainly infectious, You pause your thoughts and look over at the disgust on Laeâzelâs face, Well maybe not totally infectious. Although you did take note of a glint in Laeâzelâs eyes, she was interested but hid it well.
But even with Karlachâs excitement, you were nervous as all hells. You knew from experience that Baldurs Gate wasnât a fan of people with your particular build (Well, unless you work in brothels or Burlesque shows but that is a different story.) Knowing what you know about Baldurs Gate you had prepared yourself before you left to expect some comments, looks and even some shoves.
You thought you had managed to keep your anxieties under control and to yourself but that wasnât the case. Unbeknownst to you, while you were hyperanalysing everything out of nervousness, Astarion was keeping an eye on you. Heâd never seen you so nervous- That might not even be the right word, terrified seemed to be the better term.
He didnât know why you were so scared of everything. He had seen you take down an Orthon just so he could have the information that Raphael promised him. You didnât have to do that but you did. When he asked you why you simply smiled and said âBecause it was important to you.â So he didnât understand your fears at all. Are you scared of big crowds? Of the idea that someone could jump you? No, thats not it, youâd look more alert than anything, not dazed.
After a few hours of walking around Astarion finally spotted what it was that was scaring you so much. He noticed the glares and whispers being sent in your direction. He was happy that you werenât an elf because you wouldn't have liked the things he was hearing. He was physically restraining himself from ripping out these peoples throat. You were beautiful. Why couldn't they see that? Why couldn't you see that?
âIsn't she ashamed of coming out here?â Just breathe, Astarion. You'll be no good to the group in prison.
âShe's much too big to be in with that lot.â Astarion kept his rage to himself, but he was sure the rest of his group noticed. After all you were connected by those wriggling parasites.
Eventually you all made your way to The Elfsong Tavern when the Emperor decided to reminisce about his time working with Duke Stalemane. Astarion didn't care though, not after noticing how vulnerable you looked, how upset and withdrawn you were.
He wondered if maybe you could hear some of the comments. Or if you were so used to the treatment that you knew what they were going to say.
Karlach barrels into the Tavern with all the grace of⊠well- Karlach. Finally getting to sleep in a proper bed for the night. Everyone was excited for it. After the trials they had all been through they deserved some much needed rest, even just for the day.
Karlach decided to go down into the Tavern to spend her night eating and drinking, Lae'zel went to the courtyard to practice. The group had discovered a temple with a link to Mystra and naturally relayed this to Gale so that's where he probably is. As for the others? You had no idea.
You took it upon yourself to kick your shoes off and practically face planted one of the beds in the room you rented, barely taking any notice of Astarion's eyes watching your every move.
The energy it took you to not burst out into tears in the streets had taken its toll on you, you were just ready to sleep.
Astarion moved over to you cautiously, for once he was lost for words. He didn't know what to say to you, should he acknowledge the elephant in the room or ignore it?
âAstarion? Are you okay?â You lift your heavy head to look at the handsome Pale Elf that was watching you. His eyes dance with uncertainty. He seemed deep in thought. âAstarion?â You say his name a second time and manage to catch his attention.
He shook himself from his thoughts âOh, yes, Darling? What were you saying?â He thought his recovery was smooth but his discomfort still showed on his face.
You sit up and pat the spot next to you. Astarion smiled absentmindedly, even burdened by the thoughts of horrible people you were still thinking of others first.
Astarion sits next to you, âI'm fine, but are you. Don't think I didnt notice the way people were looking at you.â He paused, not knowing if he should let on that he heard what they were saying. âOr how they were⊠talking about you.â
You stayed silent, looking down at your hands. Like Astarion earlier you didn't know what to say. âYou noticed that?â
He looked baffled, almost offended that you thought he didn't. âOf course I did! Why wouldn't I? This is you we are talking about Darling, it's so hard for me to not notice you.â He places his hand on top of yours.
The coolness from his hand is a stark contrast to the warmth of his words to you. âTell me, why do you allow a few rotten apples to treat you so poorly.â He uses his other hand to brush some hair from your face that had fallen when your head lowered with sadness.
âBecause its true. I'm nothing special, no one will ever love me the way I want them too. I'll be alone⊠forever.â
Astarion's heart shattered, he knew what it was like to feel so vulnerable, so self-conscious. He hated that your life in Baldurs Gate made you feel the same.
âOh, Darling. I wish I could show you just how wrong you are. These people? This group that you brought together, they adore you, I adore you.â
âBut why? I feel hideous.â Tears well up in the corner of your eyes, prompting Astarion to lift you chin with one hand and wipe your tears with the other.
âYou are far from hideous my gorgeous gorgeous girl, I think you are beautiful, a walking piece of art. You do not deserve to be treated the way you are just because you don't fit in with their callous beauty standards.â The mixture of Astarion's kind words, the nasty glares, and your exhaustion caused you to break down, tears streaming down your cheeks.
Without missing a beat Astarion wrapped his arms around you in a clumsy hug. He could feel your shoulders shake as the tears (sadly) soaked his new doublet.
âYou think I'm beautiful?â You sniffled, pulling your head away from his chest but maintaining contact. He may not be physically warm but his actions and words warmed you through.
âOf course I do. Why wouldn't I? I'm not blind, Sweetheart.â A soft smile painted on his lips. Astarion could tell that his words weren't really getting through to you, he knew that it would take a long time for you to finally feel good about yourself, but he can damn well try his best.
âBut-â you attempted to say before Astarion shushed you, a finger gently pressed to your lips.
âNo buts. I have been around for a long time, I have bedded more men and women than I can count. But you are by far the most beautiful being I have ever laid eyes on. You are so incredibly and unapologetically you and I would do anything in my power for you to see yourself the way I do.â
âBut I'm not thin like other people, how can you say I'm beautiful when I look like this? â He moved his finger down to your chin so he could tilt your head up.
âBecause you are. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, you're the best person for me. I don't want to imagine a life with anyone other than you in it. I adore you darling. I love you and I want you to be happy and I would love for it to be with me.â
Astarion could see your expression change to a more hopeful one. âYou love me?â
âI do.â He responds, his eyes darting down to your lips and back to your own again. âCan I kiss you?â The question slipped from his mouth before he could think. You nod your head, still shocked by the sudden confession.
He slowly closed the gap between your lips, when they finally touched Astarion could sense all of your worries melt away. His free hand squeezing the thickness of your thigh as you shared a loving kiss. Astarions fangs brushing against your lips and occasionally nipping them as the kiss deepened.
âFuck yes! Finally!â You both turned your heads, seeing Karlach stood in the doorway watching as the two of you kissed.
âMan Gale is going to be PISSED. He owes me 60 gold.â She senses the awkwardness she had just caused with her entrance and sheepishly backed away âDon't let me stop you, I was just leaving.â
She slams the door behind her but you could hear her yelling that she was going to be a rich woman and that she knew she had an eye for romance.
Hi all I've just made a mod for the sims 4 that adds the Baldur's Gate 3 eyes to the game. So far I have 12 colours. 4 Brown, 4 Green, 4 Blue.
I'd recommend using Pyxis "In Our Talons" Eye highlights 17 and 18. I have them uploaded on The Sims Resource, Nexus, and Patreon
If you get them on patreon give me a comment, its appreciated! I'm working on more of the colours, Including NPC eyes like Astarion, Shadowheart, Karlach, and Gale's eyes as well as more Tav colours and creature colours.
Astarion's eyes are up sometime in the next few hours.
Just click which website you'd prefer to download it on!
Could I request an introverted reader attending an important gala, and when feeling overwhelmed, they go to their preferred person who is also attending and sticks by them for the rest of the night? What would they say/do? I was thinking Tuvok, Data, Worf, Spock (tos), Bones (tos), and Sisko for characters, if that's okay?
Absolutely! Ill probably write it for Bones since he is also a comfort character of mine and i wanna do this justice :)
Is anyone interested in Star trek imagines for certain characters in TNG, VOY, TOS, AOS, SNW and ENT? Because I'm honestly considering it. For some reason desperately fell in love with Barclay in Voyager, man just needs a hug. I'll pretty much write for anyone, just note that I'll only write friendships for Dr Phlox as I'm pen pals with the actor and it would feel weird to romanticise him :')
Down the Rabbit Hole |A Zack Foster Fanfiction| Chapter 1: Wonderland.
Fandom- Angels of Death
Ship- Zack Foster/Original Character
Warning(s)-Â Poisoning, Anxiety
Summary- Rachel goes Down the Rabbit Hole.
Word Count- 1,800
-Rachel-
The small blonde girl steps into the elevator, her legs shaky and uncertain. Her hands trembling, trying to find solace within the sleeves of her cardigan.Â
What is this play area? Why does such an innocent word invoke such deep emotions? The elevator doors shut behind her with a loud bang. The noise makes her jump, her heart began to thump and run faster than she thought was possible. Her legs wobbled and felt jelly-like at the weight of her body.Â
The elevator descendedâ ascended? She didnât know, and this uncertainty made her feel worse. Was she descending into the depths of hell or ascending to the angels? either notion frightened her as both meant death, sure she was probably overreacting but waking up in a strange place with no memories other than your name would terrify anyone⊠Let alone a 12-year-old girl.
The sound of the elevator screeching to a halt, the doors sliding open to reveal the next floor. Rachelâs eyes widened, the view in front of her looked as if it had been taken straight from the pages of a fairytale.Â
The young girl's eyes flit to and fro, scanning the room as she takes tentative steps out of the elevator. A narrow cobbled path swerves between oversized, vibrant flowers of all species, intermixed with large evergreen trees and glowing mushrooms taller than her. The walls she could see were covered in watercolour swirls and illustrations from Alice in Wonderland.Â
She walks down the cobbled path, taking note of every little detail as she goes. Despite how beautiful this room was she couldnât help the pounding in her chest and the sinking feeling in her stomach, something didnât feel right.Â
Her gut feeling making her quicken her pace down the cobbled path, her foot slipping now and then. Her head aching as she stares at the night sky, the blocky lines of white swirls mixed with midnight blues and vibrant yellows.Â
The young girl tilts her head back down, focusing her sights ahead. It seems that when she was panicking the forest became thicker, denser⊠Darker. Rachel wraps her arms around herself, hoping to bring down her heart rate hoping that if she comforts herself, she will be fine. But it doesnât work.
A faint jingle catches her attention, her head turns in the direction the sound came from and she slowly makes her way over. The sound came from a branch just off the cobbled path. Rachel picks up the culprit, a small ornate golden key. She puts the key in her pocket. âI may need it later.â She says.
âAcquired a Key.âÂ
Rachelâs foot scarcely lifted off the floor when she heard rustling in the bushes to her left. The poor girl goes ridged, she isnât alone here. There is someone else here. What if that person wishes her harm? What if it is nothing? Should she investigate it? Maybe she should. Dangerous thoughts ring through the girl's head like a cacophony of alarms. She takes a deep breath, picturing courage filling her as she breathes.Â
One step at a time she gets closer and closer to the bush. There is nothing there, she could have sworn she heard something. She circles the bush to find evidence that she isnât going crazy and, sure enough there it is. On the floor behind the bush is a small piece of parchment with the words 'Follow Me.' written on it in a gorgeous teal colour forming a loopy cursive scrawl, in the corner lay an intricate drawing of Alice from Alice in Wonderland.Â
An iconic blonde-haired and blue-eyed girl stood in a baby blue dress and an inky black headband. Her doe eyes stared back at Ray innocently. Ray stared at the blonde before folding the drawing and placing it back onto the floor.Â
A question pops into the girl's mind. Follow me? Follow who? It was almost as if the floor could sense her inner desires as she spotted movement out of the corner of her eye. It looked like a rabbit. Rachel rubbed her eyes, wondering if the room was playing tricks on her. Maybe there was gas in the air that was making her hallucinate, maybe she was drugged when she was on B8? She couldnât be too sure.
Every fibre of her being was telling her to follow the movement but there is still a deep, lingering sense of dread filling her stomach like bile. She knows she has to follow the rabbitâ if it was a rabbit. But she is terrified of what she would find.
The forest around her is thicker, and denser than before. She clasps her hands together trying to alleviate her anxiety but, much like the forest, it becomes worse, deeper, scarier.
Every sound and every movement seems to push her further to the edge. Her breathing hitches as tears form in her eyes, and she feels as if there is a heavy lead ball in her stomach refusing to leaveâ She wants her mum and her dad more than ever, especially when she hears a loud rustle ahead of her, her legs push her forward one step at a time, left, right, left, right. When she stops in front of another drawing, itâs a drawing of the White Rabbit, pocket watch in hand. Scrawled in more fancy ink were the words. âNot much further!â
Rayâs breath hitches, everything about this situation screamed danger, turn back now! But she knows she canât, there was no turning back; no leaving, whether she wants to or not. She then recalls a coping technique taught to her by⊠Someone, she couldnât quite make out his face, but the memory caused her to shiver uncomfortably.Â
She looks around the floor, taking in the sights. She sees the once bountiful and lush trees have now withered and shed their leaves. She takes note of the piles of leaves on the floor and the mysterious glint hiding in the shadows. Okay, that was three things she could see. The next thing was⊠What was it again? Think- think. It was sounds.Â
Ray calms her breathing and listens intently. She could hear the creaking of the dead wood, The chirp of some birds⊠More importantly, she could hear the clinking of a glass. Rachelâs eyes shot open at the sound, she wasnât alone, someone else is on this floor. Maybe they would help her? Maybe they would kill her. No no, she shouldnât think like that. She shakes the thoughts from her head and continues with shaky steps.
Rachel eventually comes to a clearing, her heart hammering in her throat. She couldnât help but think of all the worst-case scenarios, she could be killed, maybe robbed? Kidnapped? Who knows.Â
Rachelâs thoughts halt as she looks ahead of her, right in the middle of the clearing is a long mahogany table adorned in a back and white checkered table cloth which she could barely make out through the piles of delicious-looking cakes and pastries. The table is a chaotic mess, covered in empty tea cups, dirty plates, half-full teapots and candles, coating the table in messy layers of wax.
She then turns her attention to the occupants surrounding the table, there are six chairs, each with a different style and wood. At the head of the table is a small hand-knitted human doll, presumably The Mad Hatter, to the left of him, is The Dormouse and to the left again is The March Hare. The thing that gets the young girl's attention is the woman, sitting to the right of the Mad Hatter, Rachel supposes that this girl is Alice. She is maybe 18 or 19; she is still a distance away from the woman so she isn't sure. The woman is sipping on some tea, she is dressed in an Alice-themed outfit. The seat next to her is empty. Finally, opposite the Mad Hatter sits The White Rabbit.
"Oh! I'm so glad you could join us!â The girl exclaims. âYou're just in time for tea!" She stands up quickly, taller than Rachel thought, at about 5 foot 6.
"Please, sit.â She invited kindly. âWhich tea would you like? We have Ginger, Chamomile, Vanilla, Cinnamon, Earl Grey, Hibiscus, Mint, Pumpkin which is my favourite, and Raspberry." The woman lists the words tumbling out of her mouth too quickly for Ray to understand her.Â
"U-Um,â She stammers, âmay I just have the Vanilla please?" She sits next to the mystery woman and gives the woman a once over, unsure if she can trust her.
Rachel realises, as she gets closer, that this woman is older than she initially thought, she thinks she is in her early 20's. Her hair is a mousy shade of blonde and reaches just past her waist. Rachel can tell the woman is slim, even under the voluminous clothes. Though the oddest thing about her isnât her clothes or demeanour, it is her eyes. They are a deep, rich shade of brown and then abruptly change to a sharp green around her pupil.Â
âHere you go,â The mystery woman passes a small, white teacup with lavender plants painted on it. Rachel doesnât know if she can trust this woman so she sniffs the tea, unsurprisingly it just smells like Vanilla. Ray takes a sip of the drink, still weary of the woman sitting next to her, the sweet taste going down her throat immediately soothing any doubts.
"Excuse me, ma'am. What's your name?"
"Oh, my. How rude of me, my mother raised me with better manners than this! Itâs a pleasure to meet you, Iâm Elizabeth, but you can call me Elsie.â The womanâ Elsie, gives Rachel a dramatic curtsy. âAnd what might I call you?â
"Iâm Rachelâ She gives Elizabeth a short response as she suddenly feels a rush of nausea hit her like a freight train. She covers her mouth with the back of her hand, the urge to puke getting stronger by the minute. âIâm sorry, I feel sickâ The hand on her mouth is now clammy and shaking.
âOh, that would be the poison,â Rachel pales at Elsieâs words, she canât have been poisoned, surely. The rest of her skin begins to go clammy, her body slick with a thin layer of cold sweat. âCyanide, my dear, very effective. Agatha Christie had the right idea. Of course, I have the antidote but youâll have to work for it.â
Elizabeth goes up behind Rachel, gripping her perspiring cheeks, moving her head to the hand-knitted characters sitting with them. âEach of my friends is missing something important. Now, be a dear and find their things for me, then I will give you the antidote.â Elsie lets go of her face and sits back down.Â
âJudging by the dosage and your symptoms already, you might want to hurry, you only have around 30 minutes until you reach the point of no return.â
Down the Rabbit Hole |A Zack Foster Fanfiction| Prologue: The Facility.
Fandom- Angels of Death
Ship- Zack Foster/Original Character
Warning(s)-Â Mentions of Death and Torture, Poison
Summary- Elizabeth is bored of her living conditions
Word Count- 522
Elizabeth groaned, her eyebrows furrowed as she lay back in her hammock, held by two large cherry-coloured mushrooms with cream-coloured spots. Despite the overwhelming beauty of her floor, she had to admit that she was bored. When she joined the facility, a bright-eyed serial killer of 17 years old she was elated at the idea of being able to kill people with no repercussions. But after four years it was losing its appeal.
There are only so many ways you could kill someone and Elsie has gone through many of them. Poison, Torture, Beheading, Drowning, Stabbing. She found her favourite way to kill someone was to earn their trust and then poison them, the look on their face made her heart hammer.
A notebook sat unused in her lap, open on a page with a drawing of a green and brown butterfly, followed by some writing that started with âdear diary.â Elsie was truly lost in her thoughts, weighing out the pros and cons of being there and chastising her younger self for not reading the fine print that stated she couldnât leave the facility under any circumstances.
Elizabeth gazed around blankly at her floor. The large glowing mushrooms, the assortment of tall flowers of all species and colours, projections of the Cheshire cat popping up haphazardly on different parts of her floor, a never-ceasing grin plaguing Elizabethâs thoughts.
Then her eyes landed on the eyesore that was an iron door. It led to her bedroom full of books, everything from Science, Poisons, and Torture to fairy tales, and books on flower language.Â
A loud bell tolling made the girl physically jump out of her thoughts. She huffs, climbing out of her hammock. She looks down at her Pajamas, âThis certainly wonât do.â She walks over to the locked iron door as a voice over the intercom speaks.
"The girl on the bottom floor is hereby a sacrifice. All floors please make preparations."Â
âYeah, Yeah, I know. We hear this every week. Jesus Christ.â She mumbles, rolling her eyes as she groans, yet again. She strips out of her Pajamas and exchanges them for a more suitable get-up. Once she was dressed she gave herself a once-over in the mirror.Â
She is wearing a blue dress with puffy sleeves that goes down to her knees, a white apron that stops just shy of the bottom of her dress, a black bow to cinch in her waist, and a bow around her neck. She put on some thigh-high white socks and finished off the look with a black bow in her hair, some white lace wrist gloves, and a pocket watch which she attached to her waist.Â
âOkay, done.â She starts to walk out of the room before her eyes widen, she quickly goes back in and picks up a small bottle of Cyanide. The party table has an extensive number of real-looking cakes and other foods, it is situated in the middle of a clearing surrounded by a mix of (fake) pine trees and a few large glowing mushrooms. Elizabeth metaphorically rolls up her sleeves and gets to work on the tea.Â
(A/N: Requested by @bubblegumfanfics for love confessions galore! I hope you like it! I had rewatched Pride and Prejudice the other day and uhâŠhad to reel back the confessions a bit.
Warnings:Â Tiny angst and fluff
Word Count:Â 943 words)
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Good music. Good vibes. Good baking!
The relief and bubbling joy to have time in your schedule to bake was almost tangible. You loved it.
Baking was a science. An art! It didnât matter where someone was or what they looked like â they could experience baking in some form. Hopefully.
You, for one, were putting another dessert into your experience. Hence the cooling pan that held a chocolate cake fresh out of the oven set away from your next task.
It looked good. But so did you.
Readjusting your apron, you smiled at the fabric.
This is so cute, you thought. Totally worth it for the pockets alone.
Who said aprons had to be boring?
You had every right to look and feel cute while baking. Maybe highlight your favorite features and curves. You were a human not a cardboard cutout or edited picture. Personality and shape made a person.
Perhaps not a certain archangelâs preferred shape of human.
But heâs my friend. No downside there.
You could accept that.
A falter in your smile slowed you only a little.
There was cookie dough in the refrigerator that needed to be sorted for baking and plenty of counter space after the dishes you had finished washing. No time for sour thoughts thatâd get you nowhere.
Besides, you thought as you opened the fridge, these cookies are for Gabriel. Thereâll be more than a dozen this time.
Cold bowl of dough in hand, you turned back to the counter, only to find the very archangel you had been thinking of. Never a coincidence.
Gabriel was busying himself by sniffing the chocolate cake.
A smile pulled on your lips.
âHi. Did you nose bring you here?â You inquired with a light laugh, shutting the fridge door.
âPartially.â He tapped his fingers across the countertop.
âUh-huh.â You set the bowl down beside the baking sheets.
Golden eyes looked up and held your gaze.
âAnd I wanted to see you.â
âOoo.â You placed your hand over your heart. âThat is incredibly sweet.â Picking up a scooper, you added, âAnd I may have something sweet for you in return â if you donât eat the dough.â
Hands up in defense, Gabriel promised, âIâll wait. I did just say why I came, remember, sugar?â
âYeah.â
Brushing off the term of endearment, you started scooping the cookie dough into small spheres. There was an after thought to make them bigger, but you challenged yourself to stick to the plan. Anything to keep your thoughts in place. You couldnât exactly say the same on the fluttering in your stomach.
âChocolate chip cookies.â Gabriel hummed in approval as he made his way to the other side of the counter.
âI know itâs one of your favorites.â
âAnything from you is my favorite.â
Grinning a little bashfully, you replied, âThank you. Thatâs really sweet of you to say. I do save the best ones; hide any burnt cookies or crumbled brownies.â
âNow whoâs the sweet one?â Gabriel leaned against the counter and lightly poked your shoulder.
âItâs all the baking, I guess.â
The heat creeping up your neck was almost as distracting as the feel of Gabrielâs honey-colored gaze.
Just make sure thereâs chocolate chips in each one, you instructed yourself.
Doing your best to focus was usually so simple when baking. A fun activity to zone into. At that moment, you were unsure.
Behind you, the string on your apron had moved. Hardly noticeable. Yet you knew why.
âAre you entertaining yourself or are you trying to signal for a piece of cookie dough?â You peered over to your friend.
âI was thinking.â He dropped the fabric from between his fingers.
âOkayâŠâ
You set aside the scooper and turned to Gabriel.
âI love your baking.â
You grinned briefly.
âAnd I,â he swallowed, âIâm grateful for your friendship and kindness and you.â Standing upright, he continued, âYou make existing worth something.â
Upon opening your mouth to respond, no words came. Your mind was a fuzzy mess with most words blocked by you trying to sort out how you felt about his words and if you were about to overthink it all.
âYou still donât know, do you?â Gabriel asked softly.
Your brows pinched in curious confusion.
âApparently not,â you noted.
Did you dare allow yourself to hope? To think he just might like you with your caring personality and unique curves as more than a friend?
You dearly hoped you werenât reading him wrong. Either way, you were certain to hear something from your dear friend.
âWhat are you trying to say?â You asked, ever cautious of the thumping of your heart.
âTruthfully?â
âYeah.â
âI love you.â
His words resonated in the quiet of your home. Neither of you rushing to fill the air.
Closing your eyes for a moment, you breathed in deeply to center yourself.
This is real. Does heâ
âI love you so much itâs almost ridiculous,â Gabriel continued. âI donât know where to even begin.â He took a chance and grabbed your hand. âThis is real and I hope Iâm not a complete fool for thinking you might feel the same. Even a little.â
âYou,â you covered a joyous laugh, âIâm ridiculous.â
He titled his head.
âI thought you didnât like me that way.â
Stepping closer, Gabriel poked your nose, stating, âYou are ridiculous for thinking that. How could I not fall for you, sugar? I have literally tripped when youâve smiled. Not that I minded much.â
You shook your head with a fond smile and took hold of his other hand. Sighing, you confessed warmly, âI love you too.â
Honey-colored eyes had never appeared so bright.
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Listen, it's been a while since I have devoured a fanfic so quickly but this one is soo well written. Its a great fanfiction and it deserves so much time of day! It's not too long but it's also long enough to get a feel of the characters, the emotions and the tension from the competition. It is just awesome, please go ahead and show the author and this story all the love
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I finalllllly finished the last chapter of this series (and its a long one)! just need to proof/make sure I'm happy with it and then I'll post. thanks to everyone who's been following this series and I hope the ending lives up to expectations!
Listen, it's been a while since I have devoured a fanfic so quickly but this one is soo well written. Its a great fanfiction and it deserves so much time of day! It's not too long but it's also long enough to get a feel of the characters, the emotions and the tension from the competition. It is just awesome, please go ahead and show the author and this story all the love
these have probably been done before, but i donât know, my tumblr tags havenât been the best recently, but ill leave it up to you guys (aka one minute they give me new fics & the next theyâll look like how it looked back in September)!
TANGLED AU: maybe not for the blonde readers, but reader will only have blonde hair like Rapunzel until itâs cut in the end (female!reader, hair length, skin tone, eye color or body type will not be specified & obviously no smut)
MINI-SERIES: reader is a baker/spider-person with a huge crush on miguel, but miguel brushes it off & never eats their baked goods because the way to his heart is through his stomach (credits to @bubblegumfanfics for this, no smut)
MAFIA AU: reader is a baker here too, miguel is mafia, he visits readerâs bakery & he tries to win her over, but heâs not the âi fuck anyone i wantâ type of guy. (slow burn, a bit of smut, credits to my mom & her work friend who told my mom the story of how his grandpa won over the heart of his grandma.)
im sorry but writing enemies to lovers on ao3 is so fucking funny. one of them will go a whole paragraph saying how much they hate, absolutely despise, have genuine burning contempt for the other and weâre all here knowing damn well that enemies to lovers tag is just sat there. like we already know whatâs coming bro youâre just embarrassing yourself
the appeal of enemies to lovers though is less âoh will they ever get together?â and more âat what exact point does he go from wanting to kill the bitch to the oh in italics?â
For those who have a dislike to tumblrs layout I have also put my fanfiction Perfect to Me |Astarion x Plus-sized!Fem! Reader| onto ArchivesOfOurOwn. Feel free to give it some love!
-Lumi
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UPDATE: I will be writing for the top 3 votes at the end of the week! If yours doesn't win fret not, feel free to private message me with a fanfic idea and the type of reader you want me to write!
