Star_City

✧ Star-filled comfort FanFics✧ ♡ Requests: OPEN ♡

[starcityyy]

Welcome to my Masterlist! Here's where you'll find all my fics in one place. I'm Axelle or you can call me Axie. This is a place to find comfort fics, emotional fluff, and soft healing moments. Everyone deserves softness, healing and representation and I try my best for my writing to reflect that.

I enjoy taking requests, I love seeing what ideas you bring me. Before sending one, please take a moment to read the guidelines below. No request? That's fine! You're welcome to ask any questions or comment!

GUIDELINES To keep this blog safe, respectful, and aligned with my comfort‑focused style, I won’t accept:

explicit NSFW

minors in romantic/sexual situations

incest, non‑con, dub‑con

heavy gore or graphic violence

fetish content

Anything hateful

requests that contradict my boundaries or comfort level

If you’re unsure whether your idea fits, you can always ask

My Constellations of Works

🕸️🕷✮⋆˙Across the Spider Verse🕸️🕷✮⋆˙

Miguel O'Hara - where is My Freedom? Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 - Location Status: Unknown Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 - One Life Over Millions Ch.1 Ch.2 - I'm Not Her Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 - Our Little Secret: (Request) - Miguel x Adopted Child! Reader: (request)

⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆ Baldur's Gate ⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆

Astarion - My Little Spawn Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.8 Ch.9

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Twisted Wonderland ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Multi-Character - The Little Outsider Intro Ch.1 Ch.2

Dire Crowley - Lines Crossed, Lines Redrawn (Oneshot)

Lilia Vanrouge - Seed of Hope Pt.1 Pt.2

[starcityyy]

i can tell you use chatgpt or some other ai to make the fanfiction you post.

Hi Hi!

So, to keep things clear and because I am an honest person. I have deicide to delete my Floyd x Designer! Reader. He was my first character and fanfic where I use small snippets to get his personality along with Jade correct. I use Character Ai to see how certain characters react. Assure you the rest of my works are all made by me. I use google docs first before posting it on here. Google docs automatically timestamp every edit and show that my work is written by me since it documents history and tracks every line. I would be happy to show a video going through my drive showing the timestamps for the first fanfic I made (Miguel O'hara era) to now (Twst) if it eases anyone's minds.

Here is a picture of all the works I've done on my google drive along with the time and date at the bottom of my screenshot to show it's from today. (Hopefully you can at least see the titles of each document.)

The message I received did make me feel a bit sad and discouraged. I put a lot of effort and time into my writings since I first published my fic here. From being a Wattpad writer to Tumblr writer I was looking for ways to improve. Again, to clarify, the only time AI was ever involved was using Character Ai to get some snippets of Floyd's personality. Everything else by me (with backup evidence if needed).

I didn't think using Character Ai on the Floyd's fic could have affected others in a negative way. That was never my intention, and I am very genuinely sorry and should've disclosed it in the notes. I am sorry if it made anyone comfortable or the wrong impression.

Instead of posting the fics , I am going to take this weekend to step back and focus on myself and reflect on what I did wrong. Including how I approach my writing and using the correct resources. I want to find my courage again and return to writing with a clearer head and same love I've always had for it.

[starcityyy]

The First Bloom (Lilia Vanrouge x Fae Wife! Reader)

Summary: You begin experiencing unusual symptoms while Lilia and the others grow increasingly concerned, unaware of what he already knows. This is the second part to 'Seed of Hope'

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from TWST!

Warnings: infertility struggles, emotional distress, pregnancy discovery, themes of grief and long-term longing, surprise revelation. Reader is a Fae. Does not follow the TWST Storyline.

Authors Notes: It seems many of you guys who send messages like the first part and begged for a second one. Here it is!!! Also I have more works published that you can check out and be on the lookout for future ones being posted! Enjoy!

Parts: Pt.1 Pt.2

─────༺☆༻──────────༺☆༻──────────༺☆༻─────

The next few days began...strangely. Not alarming. Not enough to make you panic.

Just...off.

——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ———

It started with the tea.

You sat at the table one morning, staring down into your cup. The scent hit you first. Normally calming, something you'd loved for centuries but now it twisted your stomach unpleasantly. You frowned. "That's odd..."

Across from you, Silver paused mid-bite into his breakfast. "Is something wrong?" You only shook your head lightly. "No, just...not in the mood for tea I suppose."

Sebek and Malleus who were visiting both looked up. Sebek immediately leaned forward, concern sharp in his voice. "NOT IN THE MOOD? YOU DRINK THAT EVERY MORNING WITHOUT FAIL!" He yelled before being silenced by Silver.

Malleus, quieter, studied you. "You do look...a bit paler than usual..."

"I'm fine," You insisted, though even as you said it, your stomach gave a small uncomfortable twist.

Lilia, seated beside you, hid his smile behind his cup.

——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ———

The next sign came in the garden again.

You knelt among the flowers, but this time instead of calm, a wave of dizziness hit you. The world tilted slightly and you had to steady yourself against the stone border.

"Careful!" Silver was at your side in an instant, hand hovering near your arm. "I'm alright," You said quickly, though your voice wavered, "Just stood up too fast."

"YOU WERE KNEELING!" Sebek snapped, already panicking, "THAT MAKES NO SENSE!"

Lilia meanwhile was watching from the window of the cabin. He turned away slightly, pressing his lip together to hide his growing grin before whispering.

"Two"

——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ———

By the third day, it was exhaustion.

You had barely done anything, yet your limbs felt heavy, your thoughts slower. You found yourself sitting more often, resting your head against your hand as you watched the others.

“You should lie down,” Silver said gently.

“I’m not sick,” you replied, though even you weren’t fully convinced anymore. Silver knowing when his mother won't give in finally gave his comment. “This is unacceptable mother.... We should summon a physician immediately...all these dizzy spells and exhaustion worry me”

Malleus knelt slightly in front of you, his voice softer than the others. “You’ve been unwell for several days now. It would ease our minds.”

Your heart softened at their worry.

“I will be fine,” you reassured them.

By the hallway, Lilia leaned against the wall, shoulders shaking slightly. Not from worry. From barely contained laughter and looks at the family photo on the wall smiling.

"Three… how much longer will it take, I wonder?"

——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ———

Of course…Lilia didn’t keep it to himself.

That would have been impossible. One night, long after you had gone to sleep, a familiar presence entered the forest near the cabin fence waiting

“General.”

“Ah, you came,” Lilia greeted lightly, though there was a rare excitement in his eyes. "And stop calling me that, I am no general anymore" he sighs with fake annoyance.

Baur regarded him carefully. “Your message sounded…urgent.” Lilia hummed, then smiled—something softer, deeper than his usual teasing grin. “It’s happening.”

There was a pause.

“…You’re certain?”

“I’ve seen the signs,” Lilia said quietly. “Her magic…her body…everything aligns.” Baur exhaled slowly, something unreadable passing across his face. “…After all this time.”

Lilia nodded. They stood in silence for a moment. Then his grin returned. “She hasn’t realized yet.”

Baur raised a brow. “And you’re…waiting?”

“I want her to have that moment,” Lilia said. “She’s earned it.”

“…You’re enjoying this.”

“Oh, immensely.”

——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ———

Meanwhile, you were growing more confused by the day.

Strange cravings replaced your usual meals. Your magic fluctuated unpredictably. Your emotions—though you tried to keep them steady—felt closer to the surface than usual.

And still…

You didn’t connect it. The realization didn’t come in the forest. It came in the castle.

You had been called for a task—something simple, something routine. Assisting Malleus’s Grandmother herself was not unusual for you after all these years.

Still, standing before her always carried a certain weight. She observed you in silence at first, her gaze sharp, perceptive. “…You seem distracted.”

You hesitated, then gave a small, polite bow. “My apologies. I’ve simply been feeling…unusual as of late.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Unusual.”

You nodded, trying to explain. “I’ve been more tired than normal. Certain foods don’t sit right anymore. My magic has been…stronger, but inconsistent. And there are moments where I feel…” You paused, searching for the word. “…different.”

The queen watched you carefully. Then, slowly she smiled.

Not warmly.

Not coldly.

Something in between knowing. “…And you have not yet realized?” You blinked. “Realized…what?”

She stepped closer, her presence calm but unmistakably powerful. “For someone who has lived as long as you have,” she said, voice measured, “you are surprisingly unaware of your own body.”

Your confusion deepened. “I don’t—”

“You are with child.” The world…stopped.

“…What?”

Her expression didn’t change, though there was the faintest hint of amusement in her eyes. “Your symptoms are not subtle,” she continued. “Heightened magic. Physical sensitivity. Fatigue. Emotional fluctuation.”

Your breath caught. “No…that’s not…” Your voice faltered. “That’s not possible.”

“Isn’t it?”

Centuries of failure.

Centuries of hope.

Centuries of grief.

All of it crashed into that single moment.

Your hands trembled slightly. “…I…” The queen tilted her head just slightly. “You should confirm it, of course. But I would advise you to prepare yourself.”

There was the faintest pause.

“…This is not a mistake your body would make lightly.” She adds before smirking a bit "And I would advise talking to that husband of yours, something tells me Vanrouge knew...he is mischievous after all..."

——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ———

When you returned home, Lilia was waiting in the bedroom.

Of course he was. You stepped inside, quieter than usual. He looked up, studying your face—and immediately knew.

But he tilted his head anyway, feigning innocence. “Welcome back, my dear. How did your—”

“I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

A perfect, suspended moment. Lilia blinked once. Then twice. “…Pregnant?” he echoed, as if surprised.

You stared at him.

“…You knew.”

His smile broke. Soft. Proud. A little guilty. “…Perhaps.”

Your expression shifted—shock, realization, emotion all tangled together. “You knew and you didn’t tell me?!”

“I wanted you to discover it,” he said gently. “Your moment.”

You stared at him for another second…how are you so lucky having a sweet and compassionate husband for centuries...stood by your side during the good and many bad times. Then your composure cracked.

A shaky laugh escaped you, quickly followed by tears you hadn’t shed in centuries. “I thought…” your voice broke, “I thought it would never happen…”

Lilia crossed the room in an instant, pulling you into his arms.

“I know,” he whispered.

Outside, unnoticed by you, three figures lingered just close enough to hear.

“…Pregnant?” Sebek whispered, completely stunned.

Silver’s eyes softened immediately tearing up a bit.

Malleus closed his eyes briefly his head towards the open window, as if thanking the stars.

Inside, Lilia held you as you finally let yourself feel it.

Not grief.

Not longing.

But something new.

Something you had almost forgotten.

Hope.

[starcityyy]

Lines Crossed, Lines Redrawn (Dire Crowley X Male Nurse! Reader)

Summary: What begins as harmless chaos slowly becomes something gentler, leaving both men seeing each other differently.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from TWST!

Warnings: Past workplace harassment (Non-explicit), Reader has trauma, anxiety/guarded behavior, emotional hurt/healing

Authors notes: I decided to write this chapter with a male reader because I wanted to show that anyone — regardless of gender — can experience uncomfortable situations, blurred boundaries, or workplace harassment. It’s something that affects people more often than we talk about, and I wanted this story to offer comfort and remind anyone who’s been through something similar that they aren’t alone. If this resonates with you, I hope it brings a little softness and validation your way.

─────༺☆༻──────────༺☆༻──────────༺☆༻─────

Crewel and Trein had seen many things in their long careers at Night Raven College — magical disasters, overconfident freshmen, Crowley’s questionable budgeting — but nothing quite as entertaining as watching the Headmage attempt to flirt. Every morning, without fail, Crowley would sweep dramatically into the infirmary with some flimsy excuse:

" My mask strap is terribly loose, dear nurse!" " I may have inhaled too much paperwork dust!" "I require a wellness check- for morale!"

And every time, you, the new nurse — handsome, calm, professional, and politely distant — would shut him down with the gentlest, most devastatingly neutral responses.

Crewel sipped his coffee. Trein adjusted his book. Both silently agreed:

This was better than theatre.

But they also noticed something else — you weren’t just uninterested. you were guarded. Hyper-aware of boundaries. Always keeping a careful distance.

Crowley, oblivious as ever, kept trying.

He brought flowers (stolen from the botanical garden). He brought chocolates He even tried poetry

And still — nothing.

You remained polite, professional, and impossible to read.

One night, for the first time in years, Crowley actually did his job.

He sat in his office, surrounded by dusty staff files he’d never bothered to organize. He flipped through them lazily — until he reached yours.

And then he froze reading a note from your file in your reasoning of leaving your old workplace.

A previous workplace where a superior blurred professional boundary, nothing illegal where they could've gotten fired resulting you to resign to avoid the emotional damage it was causing you.

Guilt

That was all he was feeling after finally reviewing the file. Real, heavy guilt. He realized that his “harmless flirting” wasn’t harmless at all — not to someone who had been cornered before. Of course, he or other staff wouldn't think of it, he started to think of meetings and orientations to remind everyone that it can happen to anyone, young, old, male or female...even when females was not an issue at NRC with all male staffs but he decided to include everything in his notes for the next meeting.

He closed the file and sat in silence for a long time.

——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ———

The next morning, Crowley didn’t burst into the infirmary.

He knocked.

He stood straighter. No theatrics. No mask tilting. No dramatic cape flourish.

“May I speak with you?” he asked softly.

You blinked, surprised. “Of course.”

Crowley took a breath.

“I owe you an apology. I’ve been… inconsiderate. I didn’t understand why my behavior made you uncomfortable, but now I do. I read your file — only the professional parts, I swear — and I realized I’ve been repeating patterns that hurt you before.”

You only stiffened, but Crowley continued gently.

“You deserved better then. And you deserve better now. I’m sorry.”

Silence.

Then, slowly, your shoulders relaxed.

“…Thank you,” you said quietly. “I didn’t dislike you. I just… didn’t want history repeating itself.”

Crowley nodded. “I won’t flirt with you anymore. Not unless you want me to.”

That made you smiled — small, but real.

“That’s… considerate of you.”

——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ———

Over the next weeks, Crowley changed.

He still visited the infirmary — but with real reasons.

He asked about your day. He listened. He respected boundaries. He let you set the pace.

Crewel and Trein noticed immediately.

“Is Crowley… behaving?” Trein whispered.

“Impossible,” Crewel muttered. “And yet…”

You noticed too.

And one afternoon, when Crowley stopped by with tea, you surprised him.

“Headmage… would you like to join me for lunch sometime? As friends?”

Crowley nearly dropped the cup.

“As— as friends? Yes! Absolutely! I would be honored!”

you laughed softly. “Good. Let’s start there.”

——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ———

The month marked hit. Crowley kept his promise after the apology.

“You’ve changed,” you said, your voice low but honest as you sat on your desk checking on the number of students who came throughout the day.

Crowley blinked, startled behind his mask. “I wanted to be someone you could feel safe around.”

You hesitated, the kind of pause that comes from years of learning to protect yourself. But then you exhaled, steady and brave.

“…Would you like to get dinner sometime?” you asked. “A real date. Just… you and me.”

Crowley froze. His mask tilted. 'Finally,' he thought.

“A—A date? With you?” he repeated, voice cracking in disbelief.

You smiled — small, but real. “Yes. With me. If you want to.”

Crowley didn’t swoon, but it was a near thing.

“I would be honored,” he said, voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “Truly.”

And for the first time in a long time, something warm settled in your chest — not fear, not caution, but the quiet possibility of something good. Something safe. Something that belonged to you, a man who had been through too much and deserved gentleness.

A beginning, not an ending.

[starcityyy]

plss continue the little outsider fic, it's soo cute!

Ahhhh! Thank you! I didn't think anyone would be interested in it! Please feel free to check my other fandom fics and soon to be posted TWST fics in the making!

[starcityyy]

(TWST) The Little Outsider - Chapter 2: Operation Daycare!

Summary: A burst of unstable magic and suddenly a mysterious child appears before the Dark Mirror.

Disclaimer: I do not own TWST or any of its characters.

Warnings: Instead of using (Y/N) we are using Star just how in the game we are refer as Yuu. Uhh...Spoilers for those who haven't started the game? It's going to be based around the game due to the anime only having one season.

Chapters: Intro, Ch.1, Ch.2

✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚‧✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚‧✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚‧✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧

Morning sunlight filtered weakly through the stained-glass windows of the faculty conference hall — a room almost never used, and for good reason. It echoed. It smelled faintly of dust and old paperwork. And worst of all, it was where Crowley liked to hold “important” meetings.

Yuu stood near the back, Star perched sleepily on their hip, head tucked under Yuu’s chin. The staff filed in first — Crewel immaculate and irritated, Trein tired but composed, Vargas cracking his knuckles, and Sam humming cheerfully as his shadow slithered behind him.

Then came the housewardens and vice-housewardens, each with varying degrees of confusion and annoyance. Followed by extra strays wanting to know such as Ace, Deuce, and Floyd.

Crowley burst in with the energy of a man who had not slept but wanted everyone to think he had everything under control. “Thank you all for gathering on such short notice!” he announced, feathers puffing dramatically. “As you know, we have a situation.”

Crewel crossed his arms. “Dire, you dragged us here at dawn. This had better be more than your usual nonsense.” Crowley cleared his throat. “Well, you see, regarding our dear little Star—” Star peeked up at the sound of their name, blinking sleepily.

Crowley continued, “I attempted to contact the Child Guardian Bureau—” Trein’s eyebrow rose. “Attempted?” Crowley winced. “Yes, well, it seems their office is… ah… temporarily unavailable.”

Azul adjusted his glasses. “Unavailable how?” Crowley coughed. “Renovations.” Crewel’s eyes narrowed. “Renovations? Is that another lie of yours?”

Crowley ignored that. “The point is — they cannot take Star at this time. So! As the responsible, beloved, visionary headmage that I am. I have devised a brilliant solution!” Crowley spread his arms wide. “We shall create a temporary on-campus daycare!”

Silence.

Then:

“A daycare?” Riddle repeated, horrified.

“For children?” Leona added, equally horrified.

“On campus?” Azul said, already imagining liability forms.

Kalim and Lilia smiled. “That sounds fun!”

Trein sighed deeply. “Dire, this is not a simple undertaking. Children require structure, supervision, safety—” “And naps!” Vargas added proudly. Crowley nodded vigorously. “Exactly! And some of our staff already have young children, so this will be a wonderful resource for them as well!”

Trein blinked. “I… suppose that is true.” Crewel frowned. “But who, exactly, will be running this daycare?” Crowley beamed at that question. “Why, the students, of course!”

A collective groan rippled through the room. Riddle sputtered. “Students? They have classes! Responsibilities! Exams!” “Ah, yes, about that!” Crowley said brightly. “To encourage participation, I will be offering—” Yuu felt the dread before he even said it.

“—exam exemptions!”

The room exploded.

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Crewel barked. “You cannot bribe students with academic leniency!” “That undermines the entire educational system!” Trein snapped. Sam laughed. “Oh, this is gonna be good.”

Crowley held up his hands. “Now, now! Only small exemptions! A missed quiz here, a late assignment there—” “NO.” Crewel’s voice cracked like a whip. But the students… oh, the students were already whispering.

Ace’s eyes sparkled. “Wait, we can skip tests?”

Deuce looked torn. “We shouldn’t… but also… exams are hard…”

Floyd grinned. “I wanna play with the shrimpy baby! Gimme all the passes!”

Ruggie smirked. “Free grades for babysitting? Count me in.”

Even Idia perked up. “A… a daycare event? With buffs? And rewards?”

Crowley clapped. “Wonderful! Enthusiasm! Participation! Team spirit!” Crewel looked ready to strangle him while Sam whispered to his shadow, “This is gonna be chaos, huh?”

Yuu stepped forward, Star still clinging to them. “Crowley… you can’t just throw students at this. Star needs stability, not a rotating cast of teenagers bribed with exam passes.”

Crowley waved a hand. “Nonsense! Children love variety!”

Crewel glared. “We will discuss appropriate compensation later.” Trein nodded. “And proper supervision.” Vargas thumped his chest. “And safety protocols!”

Crowley brightened. “Excellent! A collaborative effort! So, it’s settled — the NRC Daycare Initiative begins today!”

Yuu only stayed silent, weighing the pros and cons. One pro they wouldn't need to worry about Star and their classes having conflict but...this school did have a big...ego problem and some students are unique. Yuu's eyes glance at Floyd before muttering under their breath,

"Yeah...this is going to be a disaster."

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

The chosen space for the daycare turned out to be an unused annex near the botanical courtyard—dusty, overgrown, and apparently home to at least three cursed chairs. The housewardens were immediately assigned “cleanup teams,” which quickly turned into territorial disputes.

Star watched from Yuu’s arms, eyes wide.

“…Big room,” they said softly.

“You like it?” Yuu asked.

Star nodded. “For… play?”

“Yeah,” Yuu smiled faintly. “For play.”

Word spread fast. By the third day, the daycare space had turned into a mountain of donations:

Stuffed animals from students Enchanted blocks that rearranged themselves into shapes Storybooks from Trein’s children when they were young Cushions from Scarabia toys that Leona brought back that use to belong to Cheka

Even a polished carriage arrived at the edge of Night Raven College.

RSA had sent donations. Books. Educational toys. Healing charms designed for emotional regulation. Even hand-painted murals that could be hung on the daycare walls. And at the center of it all was a sealed envelope from the Headmage of RSA

“…Hmph,” Crowley said quietly. " How gracious of them."

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

On day 5

The first official trial day came for a small group of staffs to bring their children for a trial run under strict supervision by Crewel, just for today. Just to see how the first group of volunteers do. The moment they entered, Star’s entire face lit up.

“Friends?” they asked immediately.

“Yeah,” Yuu said softly. “Friends for today.”

That was all it took. Star took their hand and led them straight to the play area like they had been waiting for this moment their whole life.

Even Grim got roped into pretending to be a “magical daycare guardian beast,” which he loudly insisted was beneath him while absolutely refusing to leave. Star was everywhere at once laughing, sharing toys, showing others how to stack blocks

Yuu only watches before letting out a small sigh,

"Maybe it won't be a disaster after all."

✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚‧✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚‧✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚‧✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧

[starcityyy]

Seed of Hope (Lilia Vanrouge x Fae Wife! Reader)

Summary: After centuries of trying and countless results, you begin to lose hope despite having raised Silver and guided Malleus as your own. Just when you finally accept that your dreams never come true, a tiny miracle happens.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from TWST!

Warnings: Emotional and heavy themes such as infertility, negative pregnancy, emotional grief, self-blame, angst etc. Reader is a Fae. Does not follow the TWST Storyline.

Authors Notes: This is a little one-shot, had this idea after finishing finally the last chapter up to date.... just be ready and have lots of gems during the Diasomnia Book....you are going to wish for those gems. Also, infertility is no joke, it's a difficult moment for those going through it, just know there are people like you, don't you ever think you are going through this alone. You beautiful human being, you are not broken.

Parts: Pt.1 Pt.2

─────༺☆༻──────────༺☆༻──────────༺☆༻─────

The night in Briar Valley Forest was still, the kind of stillness that felt ancient, as if even the wind decided to grow tired of moving. You sat alone on the stone bench that sat front of the cabin, thinking back what the mage doctor told you. Another negative result, another century of trying...another failure.

You didn't cry anymore, centuries had worn the tears out of you. Now there was only a quiet ache, a hollow space where hope use to live. Behind you, soft footsteps approached. Lilia always moved lightly, but you knew his presences after centuries of being married to the mischievous fae. He sat beside you without a word, his shoulder brushing yours. He didn't need to ask, he knew by seeing your face.

Another no..." He confirmed to which you only nodded. He reached out, gently taking your hand, his fingers wrapped around yours, warm and steady but you didn't feel steady at all. You felt like a cracked vessel, held together only by the memory of hope.

"I'm sorry," He murmured to which you shook your head "Don't be. It's not your fault."

He took both your hands in his, " it isn't yours either" he whispered softly but deep down you didn't believe him. The self-blame lingers in the back of your mind. " It's been so long... you might have lost count but not me...I remember every attempt. Every ritual...every remedy. Every Elders advice...Every time we thought maybe this one would be different." You voiced cracked.

Lilia's expression softened with a sadness he rarely showed. " My love..." "I’m tired,” you said, voice cracking. “I’m so tired of hoping. Every time I think I’ve accepted it, I try again. And every time, it hurts just as much.”

He pulled you into his arms, holding you close. You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart — a sound that had comforted you for centuries. His hand stroked your back, slow and gentle.

“You don’t have to carry this alone,” he whispered.

“I know,” you said. “But it still feels like I do.”

You closed your eyes, letting the silence settle around you. After a moment, you spoke again, voice barely above a breath. “I shouldn’t feel this sad. I had the chance to raise Silver. To guide Malleus. I love them both more than I can ever say.”

“And they love you,” Lilia murmured.

“But they’re not ours,” you whispered. “Not in the way I wanted. Not in the way I dreamed of. I wanted a child with you. A piece of us. Something born from our love, our magic, our centuries together.” Lilia’s arms tightened around you. “I know.”

“I feel guilty,” you admitted. “Because I love Silver. I love Malleus. I love the family we have. But every time I see them, a part of me wonders what our child would have looked like. What traits they would have inherited. What kind of magic they would have had.” Lilia only stood quiet and listened to your feelings and thoughts. " Time...will tell my dear." He assures before taking you inside the cabin. ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ———

Days passed. You didn’t try again. You didn’t even think about it. You let yourself drift through your routines, helping Silver with his training, listening to Malleus speak about the stars, sharing quiet moments with Lilia. You smiled when you needed to. You laughed when you could. But the ache never left.

One evening, you found yourself in the garden, tending to the night‑blooming flowers. Your hands moved automatically, brushing soil from petals, trimming stems, whispering small spells to encourage growth. It was peaceful work, grounding work. You didn’t notice the way the flowers leaned toward you more than usual. You didn’t notice the faint shimmer in the air when you whispered your spell. You didn’t notice the way your magic glowed just a little brighter than it had in centuries.

But Lilia did.

He had come outside quietly, intending only to call you in for tea, but he stopped the moment he saw you. The flowers around you were glowing — not with their usual soft light, but with a brightness he hadn’t seen since ancient times. Your magic, normally gentle and steady, flickered around your fingertips like starlight caught in motion. The air itself seemed to hum, responding to you in a way it never had before.

Lilia’s breath stilled.

He knew these signs.

Old fae tales whispered of it — how a fae’s magic grew stronger, richer, more vibrant when carrying new life. A natural protection. A blessing. A quiet, ancient truth. He had never expected to see it. Not after so many centuries of disappointment. Not after watching you break and rebuild yourself over and over again.

But there it was.

He watched you kneel beside a cluster of blossoms, unaware of the way they turned toward you like children reaching for a mother’s hand. You murmured another spell, and the flowers responded instantly, blooming wider, brighter, as if eager to please you. You didn’t notice. You simply smiled faintly, tiredly, and moved on to the next plant.

Lilia pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his heart tremble. He wanted to run to you. He wanted to take your hands and tell you everything he saw, everything he knew. He wanted to lift you into his arms and let you cry, laugh, scream — whatever you needed after centuries of longing.

But he didn’t.

He stayed where he was, hidden in the shadows of the garden archway, watching you with a tenderness so deep it almost hurt. You had waited so long. You had suffered so quietly. You deserved to discover this in your own way, in your own time. You deserved the moment — your moment — when hope finally returned to you.

So he stayed silent.

You stood, brushing dirt from your hands, unaware of the soft glow still clinging to your fingertips. You looked up at the sky, lost in thought, and Lilia felt something inside him break and heal all at once.

You turned toward the house, ready to head inside, and Lilia stepped back just enough that you wouldn’t see the emotion in his eyes. He greeted you with a gentle smile, the same one he always gave you, though his heart was beating far too fast.

As you walked past him, he let his fingers brush yours — a small touch, a silent promise. You didn’t notice the way his hand lingered. You didn’t notice the way he looked at you, as if seeing something precious and fragile blooming right before him.

But he noticed everything.

And as you entered the house, a small idea began to form in your mind — a soft, tentative thought about showing Lilia the garden tomorrow, about casting a spell together the way you used to, about sharing a quiet moment under the night‑blooming flowers.

You didn’t know why the idea felt warm. You didn’t know why it felt right. You didn’t know why it felt like the beginning of something.

But Lilia did.

And he would wait — patiently, lovingly — for the moment you discovered it for yourself.

[starcityyy]

(TWST) The Little Outsider - Chapter 1: The Fallen Star

Summary: A burst of unstable magic and suddenly a mysterious child appears before the Dark Mirror.

Disclaimer: I do not own TWST or any of its characters.

Warnings: Instead of using (Y/N) we are using Star just how in the game we are refer as Yuu. Uhh...Spoilers for those who haven't started the game? It's going to be based around the game due to the anime only having one season.

Chapters: Intro, Ch.1 , Ch.2

✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚‧✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚‧✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚‧✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧

The chamber was still glowing faintly from the Mirror's outburst when Crowley burst forward, feathers practically flying off his cloak. "Everyone remain calm!" he declared, voice cracking halfway through. "I. your ever-capable headmage, will handle this!" No one moved, not because they trusted him- but because the child sitting on the floor was too small, too still, and too out of place for anyone to look away. The kid sat with their stuffed toy clutched to their chest, eyes wide and unfocused. They didn't cry, they didn't speak after asking about his mama.

Trein stepped forward, ignoring Crowley entirely, "The child is in shock. We must approach gently." Lucius padded toward the child, tail swaying. The kids's glaze flicked toward the cat- the first sign of awareness but didn't reach out. Crewel folded his arms. "This is no ordinary summoning. The mirror has never brought forth a pup this young." Vargas nodded, unusually serious. "Even I can feel the magic on them."

Crowley puffed up again. "Yes, yes, very concerning indeed! Which is why I will take charge of this delicate situation!" He took one dramatic step toward the child, which caused the little one to flinched. You moved between them "Stop, you're scaring them." Crowley only froze mid-gesture, hand hovering awkwardly in the air , "I- scaring them? Me? Impossible! Children adore me!"

Crewel snorted, "Dire, even my Dalmatians have better instincts around frightened pups." The child's breathing quicken, fingers tightened around their stuffed toy. Yuu lowered their voice, " Hey, it's okay You're safe." Train crouched beside them. "Little one, do you know your name?" They open their mouth but only a breath escaped.

Crowley gasped dramatically. "Oh dear! A nameless child! A paperworks nightmare!" Crewel shuts him up " Dire," He warned, " choose your next words carefully." Crowley only clamped his beak-mask shut. The child only watched, eyes following between the two adults - big globes of eyes with tiny flecks glowing like stars.

Yuu exhaled softly, "....Star."

Vil nodded. " It suits them." He added. Ace smirks " Like a fallen star and landed here with us." The child now known as Star lowered their hands away from the stuffed toy and looks at Yuu. Yuu only leaned closer, " Star...do you like that?"

A pause but then Star shoved their face into the back of Yuu's knee. Train smiled faintly, " That's as good as a yes." Crowley nods, " Very well but who will take responsibility for Star while I contact the right people fo-" He watched as Star reached up suddenly, small arms lifting towards Yuu.

Crowley smiles " that's settle then!" Yuu only sighs " You were going to dump them on me anyways..." They mutter lifting up Star, making them grip their little hands on Yuu's shirt. Train spoke up, " Take them away from this, I bet they had enough of this crowd and noise." He nodded. As Yuu walked past the Housewardens and professors, Star peeked up at Yuu, whispering

"...Star..."

Yuu looked down before smiling, " Yeah, that's you."

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Ramshackle Dorm creaked as Yuu pushed the door open with their shoulder, Star held securely in their arms. The child's tiny fingers were curled into Yuu's shirt, their stuffed toy squished between them like a shield. The dorm was still being a work in progress, still wasn't fancy but it was home.

And now...it was Stars first safe place in this world. A voice echoed deeper inside. " Took you long enough! I was starving! Did you bring snacks or-" Grim skidded into the hallway, tail puffed, eyes wide.

He froze Yuu froze Star blinked

Grim pointed dramatically " WHAT IS THAT?!" Star flinched, burying their face in Yuu's shoulder causing Yuu to shoot Grim a look, " Grim, inside voice."

“That IS my inside voice!” Grim hissed, though he immediately lowered it. “Why is there a tiny human in our house?!” Yuu shifted Star gently, rubbing their back. “This is Star. The Mirror summoned them.” Grim’s jaw dropped. “The Mirror summoned a kid? Why?! What are we supposed to do with it?!”

Star peeked out at the sound of Grim’s voice — just a sliver of one eye visible. Grim noticed and froze again, tail twitching.

“…It’s lookin’ at me.”

“They’re scared,” Yuu said softly. “Everyone was staring at them. They’ve had a long day.” Grim puffed up, trying to look intimidating. “Well, I’m not scared! I’m the Great Grim! I fear nothing!”

Star blinked at him. Grim blinked back.

Star’s tiny hand lifted — hesitant, trembling — and they held out their stuffed toy toward him. Yuu’s breath caught. Grim stared at the toy like it was a bomb. “What… what’s it doing?” “They’re offering it to you,” Yuu whispered. “It’s a sign of trust.”

Grim swallowed hard, then reached out with one paw and tapped the toy gently. Star’s face softened — just a little — and they tucked the toy back to their chest. Yuu smiled. “See? They like you.” Grim huffed. “Well… of course they do. I am pretty great.” Star leaned slightly toward him, curious now instead of afraid.

Grim took a cautious step closer. “So… Star, huh? That’s your name?”Star didn’t speak, but they nodded once. Grim blinked. “Huh. Cute name.” Yuu raised an eyebrow. “You think so?” “I didn’t say I liked it!” Grim snapped, tail flicking. “I just said it’s cute! There’s a difference!”

Star giggled.

A tiny, breathy sound — but unmistakably a giggle. Yuu’s heart melted. Grim froze, ears shooting up. “Did it just laugh at me?!” Star giggled again, hiding their face behind their stuffed toy. Grim sputtered. “Hey! I’m not funny! I’m fearsome!” Yuu laughed softly. “I think they like you.”

Grim crossed his arms. “Well… fine. But I’m not babysitting. I’m not sharing my tuna. And I’m not cleaning up after it.” Star reached out and gently patted Grim’s head. Grim’s tail shot straight up. “HEY—!” But he didn’t pull away.

Not even a little.

Yuu exhaled, relief washing over them. “Welcome home, Star.” Star leaned into Yuu’s chest, eyes drifting shut, exhaustion finally catching up to them. Grim sighed dramatically. “Great. Now we’ve got a kid. What’s next? A whole daycare?” Yuu smiled. “One step at a time.”

Grim grumbled, but he walked beside them as Yuu carried Star deeper into the dorm — protective in the way only Grim could be.

And for the first time since arriving in this strange world, Star slept.

✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚‧✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚‧✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚‧✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧

Please leave a like and reblog!

[starcityyy]

(TWST) The Little Outsider- Introduction Chapter: The Mirror Speaks Again

Summary: A burst of unstable magic and suddenly a mysterious child appears before the Dark Mirror.

Disclaimer: I do not own TWST or any of its characters.

Warnings: Instead of using (Y/N) we are using Star just how in the game we are refer as Yuu. Uhh...Spoilers for those who haven't started the game? It's going to be based around the game due to the anime only having one season.

Authors Note: I've been deep into the trenches with TWST game, I came back to it once I heard about season one...let me tell you it hooked me. I'm back on the grinding of getting all those cards level up for book 7. If Star isn't working well with you readers, please let me know and depending on the majority, I will change it or not.

BIG ANNOUCEMENT: After having this account for like...I think 2 years or 3. I will be rebranding the name. I feel I am so much better at writing comfort stories especially Platonic Relationship Content. SimpCityy doesn't really reflect that so just a heads up if the name changes, I will be also doing a separate post and pin that.

Chapters: Intro, Ch.1, Ch.2

✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚‧✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚‧✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚‧✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧

The weekly staff and student council (aka those who blotted and certain first years) meeting was dragging on longer than anyone wanted. Housewardens of each dorm stood in a loose semicircle while Crowley ramble about "Campus safety," upcoming events and " the importance of not blowing up school property." Yuu stood near the back, half-listening, half-wondering if they could sneak out just how Grim did.

Then the Dark Mirror hummed.

Not loudly- but enough to make the floor vibrate under their feet. Malleus lifted his head, for once was invited thanks to Yuu, " That is no ordinary fluctuation." Before anyone could react, the Mirror flashed - a burst of white light that washed over the entire chamber. Papers flew. Crowley shrieked. Ace Swore. Riddle nearly dropped his clipboard. And then...a sound.

A small, frightened sniffle.

Everyone turned, A child maybe five or six sat on the cold stone in front of the Mirror. Their knees were pulled to their chest, tiny hands clutching a stuffed toy was looked like it had been loved for years. Their eyes were wide and watery, shimmering with leftover magic. They looked around the room, confused and scared.

Deuce froze, "They're just a kid?"

Leona sighed sharply. " Great. The Mirror's broken."

Azul interjected, " No. This was intentional. The Mirror doesn't summon by accident or alone."

Yuu's heart dropped into their stomach.

Another person? Another outsider? Why a child? Why not send me home instead?

The Mirror glowed again, its voice echoing through the chamber:

" A star misplaced...seeking shelter in a world not their own."

The child flinched and pressed their face into their stuffed toy. Crowley panicked immediately. "A -A CHILD?! Why would the Mirror summon a child? I am not equipped for this! I don't even have childcare insurance!" Crewel glares at the headmage. " That is your concern Dire!?"

Yuu stepped forward slowly, their voice soft. "Hey...it's okay. You're safe. No one is going to hurt you." The child only peeked up at them, eyes big and scared, "Where's ...My mama...?"

The room fell slient.

Yuu knelt down, throat tight. " I...I don't know yet...but I'll help. I promise" As the child reached out and grabbed Yuu's sleeve, something inside Yuu twisted - a mix of fear, responsibility, and a painful question they couldn't shake.

If the Mirror can bring them here..., why can't it take me back?

[starcityyy]

My Little Spawn Pt.9 FINAL (Dadstarion X Child!Reader)

Summary: THIS IS THE FINAL CHAPTER!! READ TO FIND OUT THE ENDING!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Baldur's Gate or any of it's characters.

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Use of (Y/N), Cazador, language, violence, spoilers for those who haven't gone far in the game, mentions of blood, death...Uhhh...I think that is all. MAJOR SPOILERS IF YOU AREN'T IN ACT 2 AND 3 YET AND ASTARION ENDING IF YOU HAVEN'T GOTTEN THERE.

Author Notes: I am so back now and finally able to end this chapter that I saw many of you are waiting, I feel my creativity is coming back so more works are coming, you are welcome to request a new fandom, I love doing research before writing my stories. I remember back in High School I used to have a story of my own about an Angel and Devil falling in love...I was dumb to delete it from my old account. Oh well. Please remember to reblog and like if you enjoyed this journey with me.

Cazador's smile didn't reach his eyes. It never really had- but you were only now noticing it. His voice was soft, almost musical, the way it always was when he wanted you calm or obedient. "Come here, little songbird, you've been away far too long."

You took a small step forward, then stopped. Your fingers tightened around the hem of her shirt. Something felt wrong, you didn't know what "wrong" meant exactly- not in the way adults did- but you knew how it felt. Like your tummy twisting. Like your chest getting tight. Like wanting to cry without knowing why.

Cazador tilted his head. " What is it? You used to run to me." You only swallowed, " I...I don't know." You whispered watching him crouch down, eye level with you. "Those people you were with...they confused you. Filled your head with silly ideas. But you're home now, you're safe." He gently pats your head.

Safe. You used to think that word belonged here, in these halls...in this could echoing place. But then you remembered Astarion wrapping his blanket around you when you felt cold. Shadowheart brushing your hair after bath time. Karlach lifting you up into her shoulders, or Wyll teaching you how to skip stones. Tav telling you stories when you couldn't sleep or even Gale making little sparks of magic to make you happy...and he was your first friend...who wouldn't be able to see you again because papa had struck rules about outsiders. You'll even miss Lae'zel's life lessons.

All that reminded you of laughing...you didn't laugh here. Before you can retort that they didn't. the doors slammed open so hard. Astarion stood there, chest heaving, eyes wild with panic. He looked like he had run through the entire city without stopping. His gaze locked into you and softened.

"(Y/N)."

Your lip trembled after all the puzzle pieces connected, you fell into a trap, you lead Astarion here. "Astarion....I'm sorry..." Tears filled in those eyes of yours. The Spawn only rushed forward pulling you away from Cazador , dropping to his knees in front of you. " No, No darling , you didn't mean it. "

Cazador rose slowly, irritation flickering across his face, " How dramatic, you always were prone to theatrics Astarion." You only wrapped her hands around Astarion neck, you felt him tighten his hold on you, tighter than he ever had. This caused Cazador to scoff " Pathetic."

Astarion rose, placing you behind him, " You won't have them" He declared. Cazadors voice dropped to a hiss " You would defy me...for a child who barely understands what they are?" Upon hearing this, Astarion didn't hesitate, " Yes."

The room went still, soon Cazador lifted a land - and the carved sigil on Astarion's back ignited with a violent, burning glow causing him to drop on one knee. You only backed away not knowing what to do. " You see, little songbird? He cannot disobey me. He never cold...now..." He looks back at you before calling out "Take the child to the cells, I won't have them interfering but they can watch true power rise." He turns around dragging Astarion by the neck to the door where you were never allowed in. Godey picked you up as you screamed and wiggle around " Let me go! Astarion!" you cried as you were tossed in the cold cells.

At the ritual, he should've known the moment he stepped foot into Baldur's Gate that this would happen. The city stank of memory, of blood, of chains he thought he'd broken. And now here he was again, trapped back into the hands of his master, treated like a disobedient dog, back exposed to the cold air of the ritual chamber with the other spawns.

The sigil carved into his flesh pulsed. A sickening throb that crawled up his spine like fire. He bit back a scream, refusing to give Cazador the satisfaction. But then he heard it, a small gasp to a frightened whimeper, you. His head snapped up looking at the cells up that connected to the room. There you were tiny hands gripping the bars of the cell, eyes wide with terror. " Astarion!" you cried, voice cracking.

His dead heart twisted painfully, "(Y/N)...don't watch." He managed, though the words came out strangled. Cazador didn't even glance at him getting everything ready. " The child will learn. " He said smoothly as if discussing the weather. " They will understand their place soon enough."

Astarion's blood ran cold. No. No. He wouldn't let that happen, not to you. Not to anyone ever again. He tried to fight back but he couldn't " Turn around!" He yelled at you, he didn't want you seeing this. He looks seeing himself up in the air with the other spawns as Cazador being to chant vile tongue. The sigil burned brighter, causing him to yell out in pain mixed in with your cries watching.

And then the doors burst open.

His friends...no his strange, chaotic, infuriating family stormed in with weapons drawn. Shadowheard shield flashed as she blocked a blast aimed at her. Karlach barreled towards Cazador with a roar while Gale and Wyll were in the second floor going to your cell to break you out. "Hurry, this is no sigh for a child" Wyll watches Gale use his Knock Spell to open the lock. " Come along now" Gale picked you up, holding on tight as you wiggle " I wanna help!" You cried as they dragged you away from the sight.

As Cazador was distracted giving this chance for Astarion. He took this chance, he couldn't let Cazador have you ever. He broke free and falls to his knees. He reaches for his fallen dagger , the same one where he used to survive for scraps, the very same he dreamt of using it on him. He walked over to Cazador once he was pinned down injured. His fingers closed around the hilt. Cazador turn eyes blazing. " You dare raise a blade to me!" Astarions voice was barely more than a whisper, " for the first time, I dare everything..." He walks over glaring, thinking back to everything this monster has done to him. " If you kill me that Half breed won't have anyone else!" Cazador hissed, " You are nothing without me!" Astation stopped, if he killed him...you would be alone with no relatives...but then he thinks back to everything this monster has taken from you as well. " They deserve better...and they have us..." He plunged the dagger to his heart stabbing him over and over. He didn't care about the power he lost that were right at his reach, he wanted a life without this monster, a life that was calm...a life to raise you on the things they both missed thanks to this monster. The ritual shatter making the other spawns fall down and regain their balance. He took a deep breath and falls to his knees. Chest heaving before he felt small hands "It's over..." He whispers, pulling you around as he held you close. " it's finally over..."

Time has passed, it was strange how quiet the world felt once the parasite was gone from their heads. For months, Astarion had lived with the constant hum of something alien in his skull, a whispering presence that tugged at his thoughts. After wining a battle that was deemed impossible, it was done, truly gone. He remember Tav's relief, Karlach's sobs, and Shadowhearts quiet prayer.

The city was rebuilding itself slowly, the scars of the Absolute's war still visible in broken walls and burned streets. But life had returned. Merchants shouted in the markets again, Children ran through the alleys...though that is what he heard from you. Once the parasite was gone it was back to the shadows. Everyone went back to their places but still kept contact, he didn't mind. For once he wasn't alone, he was with you. He sat at the edge of the harbor wall at night, legs dangling over the water. The moon painted nicely over the waters ripple. You sat beside him, swinging your legs, humming a little tune Gale has taught you. Along with holding a small wooden horse carved by Wyll before he too departed. Astarion watched you, a faint smile tugging at his lip. You were growing, healing...laughing more and sleeping through the night without nightmares.

You leaned against his arm, your voice soft. “Astarion… are you still free?” He blinked, surprised by the question. “Yes, darling. Why do you ask?” You shrugged, fiddling with the toy. “Sometimes… I get scared. Like… like someone’s gonna take you away again.” Astarion’s chest tightened. He reached out, brushing a curl from your forehead. “No one is taking me anywhere. Not ever again.” You looked up at him, eyes wide and earnest. “And you won’t leave me?” He let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “No. I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me, I’m afraid.” You giggled, leaning into him again.

You were his little spawn from the beginning it just took many trial and errors for him to accept this new reality...you were his, his light.

Fin.

[starcityyy]

I'M ALIVE

So... I'm back from the dead and with a on Animal Science. I needed to focus on my education but now I'm somewhat free to finish my little hobby of writing. I know I owe you guys that final chapters of 'My Little Spawn'. which that is coming up and possible new works I have. One was mentioned before this post. I hope you all had a happy holiday and to always stay safe.

[starcityyy]

Possible Sesshomaru Fic????

"You won't." His voice was steel-edged with conviction. "Because if you die where Tenseiga cannot reach, I will follow."

It was my first anime I watched as a kid....maybe the fandom isn't active that much. Just an idea of a possible new works.

[starcityyy]

The Cost of Protection (Teen! Reader X Parental Figure! Sevika) Pt.1

Summary: After their father abandons them, leaving behind a massive debt, a privileged teenager from Piltover finds themselves in danger. Saved by Sevika, a ruthless woman from Zaun, the teenager quickly learns that their worlds couldn’t be more different. Tension simmers as their contrasting backgrounds—wealth and privilege versus survival and grit—create a rocky start. With no choice but to trust Sevika, the teenager follows her into the dangerous streets of Zaun, where they must both confront the past and navigate a growing, unlikely alliance.

Disclaimer: I do not own Arcane or any of its characters.

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Use of semi-violence, use of (Y/N), use of you and later on (Y/N), they/them.

Author Notes: Don't you worry, I will finish off My Little Spawn, just wanted to get this one out and see what you guys' thing. Yes, I have fallen into the Sevika rabbit hole.... Thank you for reading this and if you enjoy it, please like and reblog. It helps my creative ideas grow and gain more audiences. Happy Holidays!

The sharp stench of chemicals and rust filled your lungs as you sprinted through Zaun’s labyrinthine streets. Your fancy Piltover boots, polished just days ago, were now caked in grime. A group of angry Zaunites shouted behind you, their heavy footsteps echoing through the alleyways.

You turned a corner and slipped into a narrow crevice between two buildings, your chest heaving as you tried to quiet your breathing. “Think, think!” you whispered to yourself. You were out of your element here, far from the safety of Piltover’s orderly streets. Whatever plan you thought you had when you first ventured down here—it was in shambles now. The sound of footsteps drew closer, and panic surged through you. Desperate, you darted out of your hiding spot and into another alley, only to crash into someone. The force sent you stumbling backward, but the person barely budged. “What’s this?” a low, gravelly voice asked.

You looked up and froze. The woman was towering, her broad shoulders framed by the dim glow of Zaun’s flickering lights. A metal arm, sleek and powerful, hung at her side. Sevika. “I—uh...” you stammered, struggling to find words. “Please. I need help.” Sevika raised an eyebrow, her expression hovering between amusement and annoyance. “Help?” She glanced behind you at the sound of your pursuers. “Looks like you’ve already got company, kid.”

“I didn’t mean to!” you blurted out. “It was a mistake—I got caught up in something, okay? If they catch me, I’m dead.” Her eyes narrowed as she studied you, her lips curling into a half-smile. “Piltover brat in Zaun... You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. But guts won’t save you here.”

“Please,” you begged. “I’ll do anything. Just—just don’t let them catch me.”

For a moment, she said nothing, the tension stretching unbearably. Then, with a sigh, she grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into the shadows. “Fine,” she muttered. “But you’d better make yourself useful. If you’re more trouble than you’re worth, you’re on your own.” You nodded quickly, too relieved to question her motives. For now, Sevika was your only shot at surviving this nightmare, and you weren’t about to waste it.

The fight was over in minutes, but it felt like a lifetime. You clung to the corner of a rusted railing, heart pounding as Sevika dismantled the gang that had been chasing you. Her punches were heavy and deliberate, her movements efficient, like she’d done this a hundred times before—and she probably had.

You, on the other hand, could barely stand straight. The acrid stink of chem-fumes burned your nose, and the chaotic neon glow of Zaun’s lights seemed to twist and blur everything. This wasn’t Piltover. There were no clean streets or polished fixtures, no order or logic to the chaos around you.

Sevika loomed over the last of your pursuers, her cybernetic hand gripping his shirt. “Tell your crew if they’re thinking of picking a fight in my streets again, they won’t be walking out next time.” She shoved him hard, and he staggered away, limping after his beaten companions.

She turned to you, brushing her hands off like this was just another Tuesday. “You’re still here? Thought you’d be halfway back to Piltover by now.”

“I don’t know where I am,” you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper.

“Figures,” Sevika muttered, leaning against a steel post. “Piltover kids like you think you can handle anything. But down here?” She gestured to the jagged skyline, where rusted pipes and crumbling buildings loomed like teeth. “This place eats people like you alive.”

You swallowed hard. “I didn’t mean to end up here. I thought I could... handle it.”

She laughed, a short, sharp bark. “You? Handle Zaun?” She shook her head, smirking. “You’re a walking target. That jacket alone probably cost more than most people make in a year down here.”

Looking down at your once-pristine coat, now stained with grime and torn at the hem, you flushed. She wasn’t wrong. Everything about you screamed Piltover—the clean lines of your clothes, the sheen of your boots, the polished accents of your speech. Here, it all felt like a joke, like armor that didn’t belong in a place where survival meant toughness, not style.

“I know I messed up,” you said, forcing your voice steady. “But... I can’t get back on my own. I don’t even know where the edge of Zaun is. Can you—” You hesitated, then pushed forward. “Can you just walk me to the border? Please?”

She stared at you for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, with a sigh, she pushed off the post. “Fine. But only because I don’t feel like scrubbing your blood off the street when someone else finds you.”

“Thank you,” you said quickly, falling into step behind her.

The walk was tense. Every turn she took seemed like a dead end, yet somehow she knew exactly where to go. The streets were cramped, lined with shanties and makeshift shops that sold things you couldn’t name. The people you passed—most of them gaunt and wary—eyed you like you were an alien, and maybe you were.

“You’ve never been out of Piltover, have you?” Sevika asked, glancing at you over her shoulder.

You shook your head. “Not really. I mean... I’ve heard stories about Zaun, but...”

“But you thought it’d be some exciting adventure,” she finished for you, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Let me guess—you thought you’d find some hidden treasure, then waltz back home a hero.”

You winced. That wasn’t far from the truth. “Something like that.”

She snorted. “You don’t get it. Piltover doesn’t care about this place. You lot look down on Zaun from your fancy towers, call us criminals and savages. But down here? We survive because we have to. We don’t get the luxury of screwing up and walking away.”

Her words stung, but you couldn’t deny them. Everything about Zaun—its smell, its people, its chaos—felt raw and alive in a way Piltover never had. Yet it was also terrifying, like stepping into a storm you couldn’t control.

“Is it always this... hard?” you asked, gesturing vaguely at the crumbling buildings and endless machinery.

She gave you a sidelong glance, her expression softening for a fraction of a second. “It’s hard because it has to be. Weakness doesn’t last down here.”

You nodded, unsure what else to say. When the border finally came into view—a rusted gate separating Zaun’s sprawling chaos from the cleaner, towering structures of Piltover—you felt a wave of relief.

“Well,” Sevika said, stopping short. “Here’s your stop. Try not to get yourself killed on your way back to your shiny life.”

“Sevika,” you said, hesitating. “Thanks. Really. I owe you.”

“You owe me nothing,” she said, turning to leave. Then she paused, glancing back. “But next time you think about playing hero in a world you don’t understand? Don’t.”

With that, she disappeared into the shadows, leaving you at the edge of two worlds—one you didn’t belong to, and one you’d taken for granted.

The gates to your family estate stood ajar, their intricate ironwork swaying gently in the breeze. It should have been comforting to be back in Piltover’s pristine streets, surrounded by order and wealth, but unease prickled at your skin. Something was wrong.

You stepped through the gates, the familiar crunch of gravel under your boots echoing in the unnaturally silent courtyard. The grand fountain, usually a cascade of sparkling water, was dry. The windows of the house, which should have been glowing with warm light, were dark and lifeless.

Your footsteps faltered as you approached the door. “Garet? Miss Lila?” you called out, your voice thin in the stillness. No answer came.

Pushing open the door, you stepped inside. The house smelled faintly of dust, as if it had been days since anyone had been there to tend to it. Your eyes scanned the darkened hallway, the absence of familiar faces sending a chill down your spine.

Then, from the drawing room, a voice cut through the silence. “Welcome home, little one.”

You froze. That voice wasn’t familiar. It was smooth and calculated, tinged with a menace that made your stomach drop.

Turning slowly, you saw a man lounging in one of your father’s high-backed chairs, his legs crossed casually. He was dressed in a sharp, tailored suit that looked out of place in the disarray around him. A glass of wine swirled lazily in his hand, catching the faint light from the dying embers in the hearth.

“Who are you?” you asked, your voice trembling despite your effort to sound firm.

The man raised an eyebrow, his smile chilling. “A friend of your father’s. Or rather, his creditor. He owes me quite a lot.”

You swallowed hard. “Where is he? Where’s my father?”

The man’s smile widened, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Ah, yes. Your dear father. It seems he’s chosen to leave you in his place. He fled days ago, leaving behind his debts... and you.”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. “He left?”

“Indeed,” the man said, leaning forward slightly. “He thought he could outrun his obligations, but I’m a patient man. When he disappeared, I decided to wait. And now, here you are. Convenient, don’t you think?”

Your mind raced, trying to process the betrayal. Your father had always been distant, consumed by his business dealings and high society life, but you never imagined he would abandon you like this.

“I don’t have anything to do with this!” you said, your voice cracking.

The man’s gaze hardened, the false warmth dropping from his expression. “Oh, but you do. Your family’s wealth, your lavish lifestyle—it’s all built on the promises your father made. Promises he failed to keep.” He stood, and you instinctively took a step back.

“I—I don’t have any money,” you stammered.

“No,” he agreed, his smile returning, sharper now. “But you’re worth something. Perhaps as collateral. Perhaps as leverage. Your father will turn up eventually, and when he does, he’ll find you under my care.”

The air seemed to thicken, your breaths coming faster as you backed toward the door. “I won’t go with you,” you said, though the words sounded weak even to your own ears.

“Let’s not be dramatic,” the man said, his tone smooth but with an edge of steel. “This can go one of two ways: you come quietly, or I make a scene. Either way, you’re coming with me.”

You glanced at the open door behind you, calculating your chances of escape. The streets of Piltover might be orderly, but they weren’t safe—not for someone like you, not anymore. Yet staying here felt like a death sentence of another kind.

Your father had abandoned you to pay his debts, leaving you in a world you barely understood. But you weren’t about to let yourself become another piece of his collateral.

[starcityyy]

My Little Spawn Pt.8 (Dadstarion X Child!Reader)

Summary: Astarion was finally free from Cazador after being kidnapped by a mind flayer but he was stuck with one annoying task, you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Baldur's Gate 3 or any of its characters.

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: Use of (Y/N), Cazador, language, violence, spoilers for those who haven't gone far in the game, mentions of blood, animal death...Uhhh...I think that is all. MAJOR SPOILERS IF YOU AREN'T IN ACT 2 AND 3 YET.

Author Notes: I'm back, I hope I can finish this series and move on to my Rolan one. Maybe I should do another dad series with another character? I like doing these and I know you guys seem to be enjoying them as well! We are getting close to the end of this series so please remember to reblog and like if you enjoy this series.

After raiding Moonrise Towers, the group was now on the road to Baldur’s Gate with a new addition to the group, Jaheira. (Y/N) runs around in the field of flowers that the group has decided to take a short rest. Astarion watched from afar, his mind pondering over and over. What will happen once they reach the city, will Cazador be able to sense you? Will the other spawns see you and report back to him? Many thoughts were running through his head but stopped when he felt a tugged at his hand. You looked up to him, “Are you here? I’ve been calling you over and over.” You pouted only for him to sigh “I was thinking but what do you want?” he mutters, setting you between his lap. “When we reach the gates, are we going to see papa!” You beamed at him. Astarion only stayed silent before patting your head “Time will tell.” He whispers. 

Getting access to the lower city was going to be difficult for the group. Tav sat on a rock after they were being denied entrance. “there must be another way to get inside…” They mutter and look around the group for any ideas. You were busy collecting different types of flowers for your father as a gift, still listening in on their conversation. This is when a thought occurs to you, a rather mischievous idea. Astarion was leaning against a pole before seeing you run past them and to the guards. “The hell are you doing?!” He follows you. You walk up to the lady, “Why can’t we go inside? Is your job to help people right?” You began. “Well yes but by orders we cannot let anyone in without a valid reason.” She leans to your height. “I don’t think my papa is going to like that, he’s been looking for me everywhere and if he finds out that I wasn’t able to go back home to him, he’s going to get really angry.” You smile at her innocently. Astarion stops a distance from you and watches. “He knows a lot of important people!” You remember that night in the Moonrise cells, that Lord Gortash. “He’s even friends with a man who looks over important! He looks just like this.” You point to the poster with Gortash's face. Upon that information, the woman pales a bit. “Lord Gortash? A-ah I see, you could’ve said that before.” She looks back at the group and yells out to bring the gate down. Astarion picks you up “You…really are his child…” He mutters impressed how you manipulated your first mortal but worried at the same time. You are really a small version of Cazador, and he wasn’t liking that. Cazador was a man who always had his way, he saw it just now with you and that woman. You had your way. 

After securing a room at the inn at a reasonable price, Astarion watched as you went with Shadowheart for your bathtime. Wyll walks over, “You’ve been quiet, that's not like you.” The pale elf looks up and sighs “Many thoughts are running in my mind…(Y/N) acted just like my worst nightmare, Cazador. I always forget they are a piece of Cazador.” He sighs “What is the next step for me? Do I exchange them to Cazador for my freedom…or…do I save them and the other spawns from him…thankfully they don’t have that mark on their back but…I have no clue what he plans for them…after reading all the books, there never seems be to a good happy ending for their kind.” He looks over to his backpack with the books he’s read so far. “They’ll grow up to be lonely…their kind is very rare, and I doubt there is another out there alive. As for family…seems like Cazador is the only one so far..so if I were to kill him, they’ll have no one…” He hated this, how can one simple small child bring him this much trouble. He would’ve toss them out in the city already and have the spawns take them back home but there was a small itch in him that prevented him. He hates it but he’s grown attached to them. “I want to resent them; I want to hate them for causing me so much trouble. I wanted to feel free the moment those ugly bastards captured me. I was away from Cazador's clutches but no!” He groans in frustration. “I was stuck with his child! A copy of him!” He felt the tears. Wyll only stays quiet letting him take it all out. He knew Astarion was going through it, the spawn was feeling overwhelmed the moment they got closer to the city. 

You stood behind the door of the bathroom listening, Shadowheart was out with the rest getting drinks after she bathed you. You only look down, playing with your hands trying to stop the tears from falling down. You glance from the door watching Astarion stomp out of the inn needing fresh air. Wyll sighs before walking over to his bed. You took this chance, you wanted Astarion to feel the freedom, even if it means without you. You walk to the door slowly and open it. Checking the hallway and walking out. 

Midnight rose and Cazador stood at his desk frowning. He watched the moon before sighing hearing the door open. “Didn’t I say I wanted to be left alone!” He turns, spotting Godey. “I know you did demand that Master but there is a gift for you at the entrance.” He bows at his master. Cazador only glares “I don’t want anything at al-” he stopped before hearing that voice, his little songbird is back. You walked to the main room and stopped by the big door. You look around, how you missed this place but a feeling within you made you rethink it. Looking back, you heard the doors open and spotted Cazador.

“Welcome home my little songbird.”

[starcityyy]

My Little Spawn Pt.7 (Dadstarion X Child!Reader)

Summary: Astarion was finally free from Cazador after being kidnapped by a mindflayer but he was stuck with one annoying task, you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Baldur's Gate 3 or any of its characters.

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Use of (Y/N), Cazador, language, violence, spoilers for those who haven't gone far in the game, mentions of blood, animal death...Uhhh...I think that is all. MAJOR SPOILERS IF YOU AREN'T IN ACT 2 YET.

Author Notes: (PLEASE READ) I hope all of you are excited for this chapter, I know some of you have been waiting for an update. I will be updating more chapters less, I got a new job, so I've been trying to focus on that. Thank you for understanding my lack being online. So, these next chapters will just be mostly fillers to move faster on act 3 so we can get some father battle. So, this chapter and the next might feel empty or rushed because we are on part 7 and we haven't reach act 3 and Cazador hasn't made an appearance yet. I want this series to have at least a maximum of 12 chapters. As always, Thank you so much for the support! I should be updating the master list with all the links of each chapter soon. Remember to Reblog and like if you enjoy this series. I am happy to start a taglist for this series since this week I will be working on a story well two.

Every time they settle down for the night, Astarion would be pacing and complaining how they are wasting time, you could be in danger. “Astation, we need rest for any enemies up ahead” Gale began only to be yelled at by the pale elf. Everyone was on edge with Astarions foul mood keeping their distance from him, even Tav. Tav mostly kept to themselves as Astarion only glared the meanest eyes at them, spewing over and over it’s their fault. “We could've found them already but here you are all lazing around.” He crossed his arms sitting at his tent. “Alright fangs, we get it.” Karlach looks over, carrying over wood on her shoulder. “You are always welcome to go on your own and find them. We are all worried for the little soldier, but we need to be smart about this and not endanger them more” Astarion only looks away and sits alone in his tent missing his little spawn. 

You were running trying to avoid the shadow curse taking over you. You somehow escaped that cell, but it cost the life of a guard. All you could see is their life drained. You felt so bad but yet they tasted so sweet. You vowed yourself not a single word of this to Astarion. You were scared he was going to get mad. You ran over to a fire staying close to it whimpering. Hearing footsteps near you, you quickly crouch behind a large rock and peaked. Hoping whatever is coming near is friendly. “Halt! Who goes there!” A feminine voice calls out. “Come out or arrows would be fired” They threaten. You slowly walk out of your hiding spot. Gasps were heard, “It’s just a child” the woman walks over and smiles “Are you okay? We won’t hurt you.” She kneels down holding a touch. “I escaped from a big castle…” You whisper, staying close to your rock. “Castle? Moonrise towers.” One of them whispers to their leader. “Come, we have a safe place called the Last Light Inn, you will be safe there. There are children of your age as well.  “She gently took your hand and kept you close. “Harpers lets go before the Shadow Curse gets us.” She commands and walks down a path. 

You felt lost inside this inn. You watched as those same Tieflings from the Grove were playing a quiet game. You slowly walked over “Hi…can I play?” You placed your arms behind your back. They only look at you before going back to their game. You turned around ready to walk back to the chair you were in, but a hand grabbed your arm and spun you back to the Tiefling children. “Hey now, is that how we treat a hero? If I remember correctly, they helped us out back at the Grove.” Mol grins looking back at the children “So I reckon you reconsider their offer.” Once they see Mol, they quickly move over offering you a spot. You smile “Thank you!” You quickly sat on the open spot playing with them. 

Hours passed and you met many people, you caught up with Alfira but you noticed she seemed sad. You also noticed there are a couple of Tieflings missing but didn’t question it. You met Jaheira and Isobel along with many more. You stayed by Mol’s side befriending her. You munched on a piece of bread given by Jaheria when you looked overhearing a commotion. “Stay inside, could be dangerous” Alfira told you two before walking outside. You didn’t mind as you kept eating but hearing a voice you’ve missed so much; you dropped your bread. 

“Astarion!” You yelled running outside tearing up. “Stay back little one!” Jaheira warns as you go outside and slip past her. Astarion looks overhearing his name and swore his dead heart had a heartbeat again when he saw you alive and unharmed. He picked you up quickly and held you close, placing your head into the neck of his shoulder “Oh thank god your alive little spawn” He didn’t care who saw him, he was feeling many emotions. He kissed the top of your head. Mol walks over “They are the ones who saved us, and that is their daddy.” Astarion looks up hearing Mol “I’m just a caretaker” He rolls his eyes. The group can see their spawn companion is back to his normal self. 

After the group minus you, take some herbal medicine that makes you say the truth, you stay near Astarions side. “What have you been up to little Spawn.” He brushes your hair as you sit between the space of his legs. “I was locked up in a castle when I woke up. There were these people and they called me beautiful artwork.” You look up at him. He frowns “So they know about your situation. “He sighs “They aren’t wrong, your kind is an artwork to those who have bad intentions. Usually…you would…” He tries to find the right words “Not be breathing, not even a second you were born. Which explains why there isn’t a high population of little spawns like you, well Dhampirs. “He explains though he knew you weren’t paying attention as you were busy watching a weed flow by the wind. He chuckles to himself as you were easy to get distracted. You got up from your spot and walked over greeting everyone you missed, getting hugs from left to right. You even got a pat on the head from Lae’zel. Nighttime came and you pouted at Astarion “But I don’t want to!” You wiggle around in his arms. You didn’t want to stay in the camp again. “It’s for your own good, it’s too dangerous out there.” He sighs “Tav say something” He motions his eyes over to you. Tav only looks over before looking over to you, “(Y/N) it’s safer for you to stay at camp. You don’t want Astarion to be worried sick again.” They pat your head. You only pout before huffing “Fine” You finally relax in his arm. “And you are never going to leave my side anymore” Astarion placed you over his hip walking to his tent. 

Over the couple of days, you were learning many things about nature thanks to Halsin. You giggle as he shifts out of his bear form. “Again! Again!” You cheered. “Alright alright.” He chuckles trying his best to keep up with your energy. More days went by, and a new temporary companion joined the group, Arabella. It took some time for you to warm up and approach her after Astarion told you to not question anything about her parents. You stood near her and kept silent before she broke the silence “You can talk to me you know; I am nothing like those children from the Grove.” She looks at you. Sitting down next to her, you look at the ground before looking up to Gale who was at his tent giving you the thumbs up. You took a deep breath and looked at Arabella. “Would you like to be my friend?” The Tiefling smiles “Of course. I think I need a friend at this point in my life. “ 

Hours rolled by and Astarion sighs walking back to the camp after successfully being able to get inside moonrise towers and become part of the group for their plan. “You know I can’t wait for when we stab them in the back” He smirks before looking over to see you and Arabella playing catch with Scratch. Scratch gets the ball whenever you fail to catch it and rolls away from you. “Were they able to play with other children over at Cazador’s palace?” Tav walks over to Astarion. The pale elf lets out a small smile seeing how happy you look. “No…Cazador never lets them out of the palace, never thought of it since I thought they were a spawn. Sunlight is our number one enemy after all, but I think this…this is making them feel more connected to their…human side you can say…I haven’t heard them complain about blood hunger. Maybe this distracts them” He hums before walking over “(Y/N), time a bath and do not fight me on this” He began before seeing you dart off. “Come back here!” He yells Tav only chuckles crossing their arms and lean back a bit watching you slip past Astarions legs and escape every time from his grasp. Everything was slowly going back to where it should, minus the tadpole and mind flayer situation.

[starcityyy]

have you thought about putting "my little spawn" on Ao3 so people can subscribe to or bookmark it?

I have never used Ao3 in my life. Maybe when I am close to finishing this series, I would dab into it. I can barely understand using Tumblr but maybe I would consider it more when we are close to the finish line.

[starcityyy]

more little spawn!!!!! please:)

You will get more Spawn soon I promise!!