Imagine literally tripping over at the stairs and fall literally on Lucifer and Lilith.
Reader: profusely apologizing and wondering why being on top of them feel like deja vu
Lu and Lilith: oh god that's adorable 😍
AJDBNCBC AAAA HOW CLUMSY OF US APOLOGIES YOUR MAJESTIES @//////@💦
God, I'd be running away from the situation at lightspeed I'd be so embarrassed 😭😭 not to mention the confusion you'd feel once you did finally stop somewhere to catch your breath.
Wondering why straddling Lucifer's hips felt so familiar. The way his eyes looked up into yours with his lips parted, mere inches from yours, and his cheeks dusted in a bright gold... it scares you that the first thought that occurred in your brain wasn't to run. But to lean in and meet his lips with yours.
Or, when you fell face first into Lilith's chest and she held you by the hips to steady you with a "careful, darling~." The way she held your body against hers, it felt like you were meant to be there. What concerned you was that you didn't pull away immediately. Instead, a wistful sigh escaped you without thinking, and you nearly nuzzled back into her... The Queen! Thankfully, you finally snapped back to reality and caught yourself before you could think of doing something so brazen!
In both cases, you apologized quickly and made yourself disappear as soon as you could, for fear of being punished.
whatever you do, don't think about the girls reacting to reincarnated!reader walking away
don't think about how Zoey's smiles drops as she watches reader leave
don't think about Mira staring at the door for the rest of time they're in the cafe, hoping that you'll reappear
don't think about how Rumi pretends it didn't affect her, only to cry when she's alone, wondering why them walking away hurt so much
don't think about the girls trying to find reader again, relying purely on instincts
don't think about how crushed they are when they finally do find them again, reader runs
don't think about Mira throwing herself into work to avoid the guilt she feels. don't think about her only resting when the girls beg her to.
don't think about Zoey filling up three notebooks with the most heartwretching lyrics that will never see the light of day. don't think about her sitting in the studio when the words no longer flow, only wanting them in her arms.
don't think about Rumi going over to Celine's unannounced, and crying when she gets asks how is she. don't think about her wondering if reader would love her once she gets rid of her patterns.
Synopsis: Meeting a young bard may have sealed your fate to a never-ending journey through Teyvat. Forever wandering and rewinding time.
Fluff/Angst(?)
Words: 700
"Hey, how many times have we looped time now?"
"Hmm... This is the 10,039th loop…"
"That much, huh…?"
"Yes."
"How much more do you think we'll need?"
"Possibly a few thousand more, but hopefully this is the last."
"No, this has to be the last."
"Barbatos, if this attempt fails yet again, please take care of things for me."
"Alright. You can rest now. I'll take care of things."
"Ah! Y/N! We meet again"
"I'm sorry, do I know you?"
"Ah—I—I mean, it's fair if you don't"
"After all, the last time we met was way back when we were kids, remember?" He sheepishly says, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Ah, I see…Oh! Could you perhaps be...Lar...Larka...? Yeah, Larka.." you pretended to remember. If you were being honest, you couldn't remember this man or anyone from your past.
All your memories from when you were aged 12 and below were eerily blank.
You wondered if you'd suffer from a head injury, but apparently you hadn't. It felt weird at first.
Like you just woke up from a long slumber. But...ah, how rude.
You've accidentally been staring at the lad while lost in your thoughts.
You look away, embarrassed. "S-Sorry…"
"It's alright, you can stare longer if you want." He playfully winks, making your already red face turn redder.
'Geez, we just met, and I already embarrassed myself.'
'But...strangely, I don't mind it much.'
That was how you "first" met the young lad named "Venti."
He had beautiful turquoise eyes that seemed to hold the winds within, beautiful double-braided hair positioned on each side of his head, a voice that sounded as if it could grasp your heart warmly, and a touch that brought a sense of warmth, comfort, and familiarity.
He was an anomaly to you.
Suddenly appearing in your otherwise bleak life, brightening your world, and filling it with the brightest and most pleasant colors.
Time seemed to pass by slowly, like a glacier. Seemingly frozen in time but moving.
And like glaciers, your life changes, albeit sometimes imperceptibly.
You don't know when it began, but you now often find yourself recollecting memories and experiences that you' swear you've never experienced before.
You felt like you were delusional. Crazy even.
But, if there was one thing you've noticed with these new memories resurfacing, it's that they always seem to predict the future. Like a prophetic dream.
So you've labeled it as that. A power to predict the future. A Prophecy.
Things had been going well. So well, even. And maybe that's why you're in a terrible situation right now. As a payment for all your fortune.
You were trapped in a cave with monsters pouring out endlessly from a hidden domain inside the cave.
How long have you been fighting?
You couldn't count the hours anymore. It felt like hundreds of years had passed already.
Picking up your sword once more, you ready yourself, clinging onto a sliver of hope that maybe, maybe someone would come to your rescue soon.
You just need to hold out for a bit more.
Seeing a mitachurl begin to swing its giant axe at you, you try to dodge, but alas, your tired body had reached its limit.
You couldn't move anymore. Even just holding your sword was draining the last of the energy you had.
'I guess this is it for me…' Closing your eyes, you await the feeling of an axe coming down to slice you in half, but it never comes.
Instead, you felt a calm, gentle breeze.
Opening your eyes, you see what seemed to be the gentle breeze brutally slicing the monsters to pieces. Like a gale.
'Someone..Someone found me..'
'I did it…I survived…' The thought of being saved after long, brutal hours of nonstop fighting hit your body with a wave of exhaustion. Unable to keep yourself up any longer, you collapse on the ground
'Where am I...? '
"Barbatos…! Catch it, it's escaping!"
'Huh? Barbatos...? The Anemo Archon? '
Just then a headache struck you. Like a needle pushing itself further inside you.
'Agh…My head…It hurts…'
"Flowers? For me? Aww, thank you!"
"Barbatos, look! Look! I made you a flower crown and...a matching flower ring just for the two of us."
"Barbatos, what is that?"
"What did you do?!"
"｢⟄ v⟃⟔⟔⋖"
"I'm sorry... Please... Let me turn back the time once more."
"I'll do better the next time!"
"Ah...Ah...No...Not again…I don't want this ending."
Whirr
Click-click
Zzzziiip
"This time, I will save this world from destruction."
"B̷̌̈a̸̓̄ŕ̴̅b̸̑̕a̵̦͛t̷̿̾ó̵̀s̵̎̂will you join me in my perpetual journey?"
hello, darlings!
this is the official pt 2. of buried promise!
please remember this is reincarnated!Astarion, so, there's only a bit of likeliness! <3
so, i saw some comments about reincarnation for elves! of course, i went to my DM friend for research, and let's just say the info he gave me... is Too much power!
without further ado, i hope you enjoy living lies!
No one tells you about the world before you’re casted into it - screaming, crying, and fighting for your little life. Believing that what you are fighting for was the safety being ripped away from your shaking, bloodied hands.
No one warns you about the agony when you remember your past. The world you came from before.
They never explain just how… Scary, this world could be for someone new. But you’re not new, are you?
"Again," you grumbled, wiping at the blood weeping from your brow. "Let me try again." Your sword shook in your grasp as your mentor rolled his eyes, his lips in a tight frown.
"I've drawn blood." He stated, matter-of-factly. "I've won, you've lost. We'll continue our lesson tomorrow morning." You grit your teeth, tightening your grip around the handle, digging your foot into the earth before rushing him. Swinging the blade down and to the side, he easily evaded before grasping the steel with a stern grip. Your eyes bugged, curling your lips together as you pulled and yanked, but the steel just bit into his skin. Tearing and oozing his blood.
"Now, we both bleed, we've both lost-"
"If we were truly fighting- battling - you would be dead before even touching the dirt beneath my boot." He hissed, yanking your weapon away before throwing it to the side. You swallowed thickly, watching as his blood pooled by his boots. The dirt absorbed it, swallowing the blood and becoming a thick puddle. Your eyes shot to the mangled cut dancing across his calloused palm, the stream of blood dribbled and dripped down his clenched fist. Your eyes drew up his arm, following the flowing tunic sleeve that had been decorated by the small splatter of crimson.
"Aster, I-"
"Shut it. I warned you about your anger during this type of things," he sighed, flexing his battered palm before a gentle blue haze sizzled through his blood and torn flesh, smoothed together and left a hint of a scar across his calloused skin. "It'll get you killed." His hazel eyes darkened while meeting your glazed over eyes. Inhaling deeply, you savored the last droplets of his blood being soiled by the dirt below. It mocked you for not guzzling his blood like a drunk man on ale.
"Control yourself, darling," he rolled his eyes, moving past you and grabbing the abandoned sword. "Bloodthirst only looks good on you in battle." He turned back to you, tossing the stained sword towards you as you cleared your throat, catching it against the blade. Piercing your lips, you tossed the sword up and stared at the dried blood. His scent lingered on the metal, your eyes fluttered before looking to Aster through your lashes, a hint of a smile on your lips.
"I happen to think it looks good on me all the time, day or night-" you clicked your tongue, following close to him. His dark hair shined with the sunlight, tussled around from your training. His amber eyes glittered from the gentle rays, softer than usual. "Maybe so, but it'll get you killed if you cannot control it." He licked his lips, settling into his tent as you followed in.
"I've controlled it thus far,"
"With midnight frolicking with blood staining your hands and lips like some form of... Delicacy." Aster's voice grumbled low as you rolled your eyes, falling into the plush pillows of his tent. You frowned, staring at the elf in front of you. His form relaxed as he grazed over the books in hand. He always had a knack for reading...
"Depending on who I've slaughtered," you paused, sucking at your teeth in sweet remembrance of the taste that used to dance on your tongue. It could've resembled that of tart cherry wine... "Sometimes their screams were sweeter." You flashed a vision smile as Aster rolled his eyes, licking at his thumb before turning to the next page. You tilted your head, rereading the title - Past of the Death Lord, Bhaal - your God. Your blood. Your father.
"Why must you take such an interest in him," you whispered, crawling towards the distracted elf. Worming your way into his lap, fingers caressing the books' spine with a small smile. "He's considered that of a messy God."
Aster peered at you over the books' edge, his brow quirked at you before sighing, closing the book with a grunt. His nimble fingers carded through your hair, scratching at your scalp as you released an almost purr like sound. You had found each other lost within the walls of Baulder's Gate. The streets had grown, more people have moved in and called the kingdom their home. You fall amongst them.
Fresh Bhaal spawn. Hands shaking with greed to dirty them with some pitiful man's blood - to write Bhaal's name in their crimson ink. You used to control your hunger - your need for their blood to be spilled in your father's name, but now within these gates, you believed anyone would fall by your hand. Until you met Aster. Working to heal those around your non-official home, those who were lost amongst the streets of Baulder's Gate. He had seen you as a challenge - an adventure - that begged to be had. Aster saw the bloodlust in your eyes and the shake in your hands, he had to make you something... Better. He already knew of the illness that wrapped around your neck, threatening to hang you.
"Hello, darling," his voice teetered between sultry and warmth. You turned to him, caution rolled over you as your eyes ghosted over his figure, studying him. "You seem to be lost... Little Bhaal." Your eyes widen a bit, but you couldn't stop the grin that split your lips.
"I cannot decide if you're stupid or brave," your words seemed to curl around his throat, licking at his stampeding pulse. "Either way, you're thickskulled to speak of Bhaal so... Little like." You bit, moving closer and pressing your hand against his chest with a cheeky smile. Flashing your sharpened teeth. "You test waters that are rarely tested."
"I'm always looking for... New challenges." Aster spoke into the space you shared. Your breaths mingled as you inhaled, eyes fluttering at the scent of blood filtering through his skin. "You really are thick for wanting to challenge a," your voice lowered, pressing up until your noses bumped one another. "Little Bhaal."
Aster couldn't fight back his smile, his hands rested against your ribs, it felt.. Right to hold you. Caress your flesh, and kiss away your last breathe. You had just met, but it felt like you had known each other for another lifetime...
Your feet dragged across the dirt whilst the sun beat against your sweaty skin. Aster had you travelling to find some rare artifact - a ring? You couldn't be bothered to remember. Looking around you felt a twist in your chest, pulling you to the left as Aster stared at the map in hand. "Aster, come," you waved him, his eyes filtered to you with creased brows, yet he moved towards you. "There's something this way." You snatched his hand and tugged him behind you. Knocking down branches and tugging out your sword to cut away the ever-growing vines. A spell.. A concealment spell. A powerful one at that.
"You swore no magic," you hissed as Aster stepped forward, frowning at the thick vines that wrapped around one another, reconnecting before solidifying once more. "Well, pardon me for believing this would be a non-magical quest." Aster rolled his eyes, reaching into his pack and pulling out the small journal he had... Borrowed.
Only those who carry the Ancunin Lover's embrace may enter their well-loved domain.
Ancunin Lover's embrace..? Was that a different artifact altogether? Was that their only key to gain the Sunlight Walker's ring?
"Shit," Aster's voice grumbled as you moved closer to him, wrapping an arm around his bicep as you peered at the journal before you. "This doesn't make any sense." He hissed, dragging his nails across the words as if the pressure would cause them to jump and quiver.
"Ancunin Lover's? Was that who protected this place?" You quipped, gently taking the journal as Aster stared at the wall ahead, frowning. "They were the lovers' that lived here - hints to why it says those who have their embrace may enter. Astarion and Tav Ancunin,"
"The heroes of Baulder's Gate..?" Your eyes grazed over the pages, their names jumped at you from the pages. Your winced at the sharp pain that shot through your mind, causing you to drop the book in fear. Aster turned to you, rushing to your side as you dropped to the dirt below. "Darling, what's wrong?" His voice became warped, filtering in a new voice. You withered in his grasp, your eyes shot open and stared at the elf above you but... His dark chestnut hair became a bright white. His amber-colored eyes now bright, ruby-colored. And his... Fangs peeked out as he stared down at you.
"My love, breathe, tell me what's wrong-"
"Hurts." Your voice was not your own. Your body pressed further into his, cringing at the pain rattling your head. He leaned forward, pressing gentle kisses across your throat, traveling up to your cheek and knocking his forehead against yours.
"Shhh," his voice lulled, your eyes fluttered at the gentle noise. "It'll pass, my darling-"
"Darling wake up!" Your eyes snapped open, meeting the amber eyes you've grown fond of over the years. His arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders, carding through your hair. He shook against your figure. "By the Nine Hells, I thought you were dead!" He leaned back, staring into your eyes as you stared at him, agape.
"I saw him,"
"Saw who? Bhaal? Is your hunger becoming more-"
"No... No, I saw an elf? A vampiric elf? I'm not sure." Your voice stilled as Aster stared at you, his hands still tight around your shoulders. His brows creased as you slowly pushed up from the ground, his hands grabbing ahold of your outstretched hand and hip, his thumb brushing against your showing flesh. You walked together towards the wall of vines, some still squirming around and tightening as you approached. Your palm shook as it raised to the vines, Aster's palm resting on the back of your hand.
"Aeterna Amantes," the words left your lips before you knew what they meant. The vines halted and slowly peeled away, revealing an abandoned home. You sighed out a laugh as you walked in, tugging a bewildered Aster behind you.
The home creaked and groaned, shimmering vines curled and swayed across the old wood. Trees and wildflowers blew against the soft breeze, other than the vegetation taking control... The home looks intact. Taking your free hand, you brushed it against the soft wildflowers and tall grass, your bloodthirst seemed to dwindle... To burn away.
"Little Bhaal?" Aster murmured from behind you, one of his hands reached up, intertwining your fingers. Your eyes were glazed over, looking over the boards and cracks across the humble abode. Your heart clenched at the sight while your bottom lip trembled.
"Why... Why do I remember loving you?" Your voice shook, turning towards Aster as he frowned whilst shaking his head. "What?"
You face him, still holding each other close before swallowing thickly around the lump forming in your throat. Inhaling deeply, you looked back to the home with a look of sorrow. Pain. "This... Home. I remember it like we built this home yesterday. I remember building it alongside you, being in... In love. I was growing sick,"
"Darling, I... I don't know-"
"You have to feel it." You tightened your hand around his, your eyes watered as he stared into your eyes. His scarred palm reaching up and caressing your tear-stained cheek, his thumb rubbed the tears into your skin. You sighed into his skin, clenching your eyes shut as you saw another vision.
You see the white-haired elf, who you've marked up to be Astarion, laid out on a bed of silk. His fingertips grazing across your showing skin. Your own hands pet through his soft, white curls and tugs gently at the knots within his hair. Rain gently pelted the windows as you both breathed in one another's company. Astarion turned to face you, his eyes soft and glazed over. His fangs peaked out from his lips, showing a soft smile. "What is it, my Star?" Your voice whispered as he reached up, grabbing your hand that had messed with his hair. Pressing his lips against your knuckles, climbing further up your arm and brushing his lips against every inch of skin he could catch. Your giggles echoed, as he climbed up your body, pressing harder kisses against your throat, sucking gently.
"Star," your voice trembled with a moan as he smirked against your flesh, nipping gently at your scars. His bite mark. "Please." Your pleas fell to deaf ears as he sucked deeper hickeys against your skin before he loomed over you, caging you between his arms and the soft bed. Your heart pounded against your chest, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, your fingers tangled into the hair at the base of his nape.
You jumped back to Aster, your body tossed to the ground as he held you close, cradling you into his chest. Sitting up, you pressed your hands to his chest, feeling heat roll into your cheeks as you stared at his widened eyes. "Astarion... Tav... Their memories, I can see them." You laughed with a shake, rolling off of his lap and quickly standing before running towards the house. Pressing your palm against the rotted wood, gasping as another vision shot across your mind.
Astarion crossed the yard with you held tight in his arms, tears were cascading down his cheeks while he walked. Darkness had swallowed you as you followed behind him, keeping close as you watched him stop by a cliff. Two holes dug; two gravestones prepared... No...
Falling back into your mind, you turned to Aster as he stood beside you, watching as you blinked with a smile. Grabbing his wrist, you tugged the Rogue behind you, running towards the cliff. Your feet slammed into the ground below, dirt kicking up as you ran. Sliding to a stop, you glanced around, more wildflowers bloomed around the cliffside.
"It's nearby, I know it is." You hissed, dropping his wrist as Aster stared as if you had grown two heads - perhaps three. "I can feel it, Aster!"
"What in the Hells are you talking about? You keep falling into these... Memories, as you call them, and come back with new ideas where we need to go! It's... Maddening to watch, to say the least." Aster scoffed, running a hand through his thick, chestnut-colored curls. His eyes shimmered, making you take a step closer. His amber-color glowed a soft... Red?
You reached up, grabbing his cheeks as he jumped, his cheeks and the tips of his ears heating up at the sudden touch. Dragging him closer, you tilted your head each way, studying his eyes as they shined in a soft ruby glow. Two colors seemed to dance in his irises. One for the present, one for the past. Licking your lips, you leaned close as your lips fell apart, barely touching his as a shaking breath left him.
"May I..?"
Aster swallowed thickly, another sigh leaving his parted lips. "Please." You pressed your rough lips against his. They moved in depth against one another, tasting each other. Lights swirled around the two of you as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands slithered down your hips, squeezing at the flesh there as you deeply groaned. You only pulled away at the burning in your lungs begged for air, your eyes fluttered open as Aster was already looking around. His eyes grew wide at the sight of Astarion sitting by the gravesite before you. He was grieving...
You pressed a finger to his lips as you both turned back to Astarion, watching as the sun rose and he removed his rings, shoving one into the dirt below and the other fell to the ground as his body became dust. Ashes.
You both gasped, falling away from each other, chests' heaving as Aster scrambled to his feet before his hand dove down, tugging you up with him. You both shoved through the tree limbs and vines hanging around the burial site. Skidding to a stop, you both leaned into each other, eyes wide and small smiles on your lips. The graves were still in... Prestine condition. No weathering, no tussled soil, no chips nor cracks within the homemade headstones.
"He... He buried Tav here, and then he-"
"Then, he died for them..." Aster's voice trembled, his fingers slowly inched towards yours, wrapping them together. "He had the Sunwalker's ring, and he gave up everything for them."
"They loved each other, Aster, I... And with the visions I saw, they treasured one another. I mean, he looked at them as if they had put the stars in the sky." You couldn't help but smile, slowly moving towards the graves. Settling beside the site, your fingers cradle the soft soil. Aster followed you, sitting beside where Astarion once stood.. The rings glistened in the soft sunlight. Aster sighed, his fingers gently tugging the Sunwalker's ring from the soil.
"Would... Would it be right for us to even take this?" He mumbled, studying the jewelry. The red gem glittered whilst the gold band shimmered with the incantation bestowed upon it. His skin shined from the small glow, you glanced towards him, a small smile on your lips. Aster looked at peace... Soft in the gentle sunlight. He himself looked gentle.
"Do you want it..? Or do we really need it?" Your voice was careful, glancing towards him as Aster sighed, rolling the ring between his slender fingers, before flicking it off of his thumb and catching it onto his other hand. He inhaled deeply, grabbing the ring again and pushing it into the earth, joining the other ring they had watched Astarion bury before them.
"We don't need it... And maybe, if we stay here," Aster's voice murmured, his eyes catching yours as you stared at one another. Breathing in the clear air, watching as Aster stood, holding out his hand to you. Curling your hands into his palm, you carefully stood, glancing to the burials below you. With a small smile, you reached down and plucked the wedding ring from Astarion's grave, holding it out to Aster.
"We could stay here... To protect the ring of course." You grinned as he smirked, nodding before reaching out, grasping the ring and carefully slipping it onto his ring finger. "Of course, we'll need to... Renovate the house though." He murmured, reaching up and tucking hair behind your pointed ear, grinning as he cupped your jaw.
"In a way... We're living lies, y'know?" You whisper, pressing your lips to his as he sighed, deepening the kiss easily. Your hands embedded themselves into his dark curls whilst his own hands rested against your hips, his thumbs rubbing against the showing skin. Your skin hummed as you replayed Astarion's movements from before.
"Maybe, but... I think we're living as their lies. We'll be living our truth." He whispered against your skin, pressing another sharp kiss to your jawline, his teeth nipping at your pulse. You meowled at the sensation, tilting your head back allowing his teeth to nip and his tongue to push against your pulse.
Aster and you chose to live through Astarion and Tav's lives. Using their last home, and memories to relive and help those who still needed it. You might've been living lies, but you were going to keep their buried promise.
Ok so I have just realised that my most read fic on Wattpad/Quotev/Ao3 is 3 years old so I’m doing a silly little shameless plug to celebrate it…After 6 months…oops
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I can’t stop thinking about traumatized fem!Y/n who’s tired of all of the timelines, her previous life, not being able to save the other viewers and Mark’s bullshit mind games.
Even though it’s over for y/n doesn’t mean it’s over for the rest of the viewers in her previous position.
She doesn’t mean to be vulnerable or cry but she ends up doing just that in front of dark.
Y/n:….*hugging herself as she shakes*
*Y/n crumbles to the floor*
*Dark kneels in front of Y/n just worried*
Dark: Y/n? What’s wrong-
*Y/n whimpers as water fall tears fall from her rose cheeks*
*Y/n whales in frustration, anger and tiredness*
*Y/n leans on dark for comfort*
Y/n: I’m so tired! I just can’t take this! I can’t sleep without thinking about those horrible things and those the others in that hell hole, I can’t save them and I—I
*Dark slowly wraps his arms around Y/n small form as her cries are muffled in his shirt*
Dark: it’s okay…just let it all out…everything will be fine. We’re here for you. I’m here.
*Y/n cries until she feels a headache and rests her head on Darkiplier chest*
Darkiplier: it’s okay to rest now y/n….I’ll take care of everything and soon Mark won’t be a problem to us anymore…I’ll be here when you wake up.
Y/n: okay…..
Y/n mumbles as she grows tired from her tears and headache, soon darkness takes over til the next morning…
