You spoke in the cadence of candlelight and I, ever the penitent, drank it like holy water. The Pitt.

(Male reader story, LOOOONG description ahead. TL;DR at the end lol) The MC is a demon with lingering memories of a past he'd long forgotten. Memories of a voice and face. An attachment he feels he shouldn't have. This person was special to him. So special, that years after their passing, he finds himself wondering... "Why? Why did she smile, why did she get angry, why did she care...if none of it mattered anyway? If she knew she would die and her short life would amount to nothing? All of that effort, all those wasted emotions...for what?" Questions like these lead him to try the things she liked, experiencing the moments that brought her so many emotions, only to feel...nothing. None of it felt meaningful. Why? What was so different about HER that made it seem important? After spending years trying to understand, he eventually decided it was time to leave. There was no point in wasting anymore time, none of this mattered anyway. Then, hundreds of years later, as he'd seemingly given up and abandoned the life he grew up with, a peculiar encounter with an elven mage intrigued him. The distrust in her body language and directly hostile attitude towards his every word...her hate seemed so genuine. So human, that he wanted to learn how she learned to feel. Why she hates, why she protects. What made it all worth it? And to his confusion, despite her hostility, she agreed to show him. Perhaps this was just a ploy to kill him when he's vulnerable. It likely was. But little did he know, this encounter would eventually unravel the very core of his being, revealing something both believed wasn't possible. Something genuine, from a demon whom was never meant to feel. TL;DR: This is a story about a demon learning to feel human emotions that he shouldn't have, due to having a different life than others. It will mostly follow the story of Frieren, with the exception of a few things I have planned for MC. Demons are still evil and I will treat it as such.

What if Astarion was betrayed by the Dark Urge and handed over to the Gur Hunter? And what if another kind of hunter saved him and set his life on a new course, one that would ultimately lead him to cross paths with those who had abandoned him? Follow the story of Astarion and Ashara, a young naive Ranger with an interesting secret of her own as they team up to investigate the source of the Illithid scourge. WARNING: CONTAINS MATURE THEMES

Trapped. For two centuries, Astarion has been trapped. In a circumstance. Under the thumb of a master. Trapped between what he wants and what he has been commanded. But even when he finds himself infected with a mindflayer tadpole and dropped in a grove over a hundred miles from his captor, free from the debilitating effects of his curse, he still feels trapped. After running across a strange druid outside of Emerald Grove, he wonders if, maybe- just maybe- he can find a path to real freedom. Jalva left behind her roots as a druid long ago. An ex-soldier, a wanderer of Faerun, she returns to Baldur's Gate to find her way back into an upper-class social circle, hoping to find something to fill her monotonous days. But when she is abruptly captured and implanted with an Illithid tadpole, she finds all the excitement she wants and more, including in the form of a familiar face.

She haunted his dreams, but he hasn't even touched her. The wistful widow offered the Pale Elf a gift he couldn't refuse, and one that he could never repay. Aka Astarion is bad at feelings. Lots of pining/slow burn

YAN! TWST! VAR X WITCH! READER. TWISTED WONDERLAND CROSSOVER. Her life had been on a steady downhill lately, a double agent, a werewolf, a pureblood witch, a death eater, and let's not forget a blood traitor. But just as she's at her all time lowest, a man whisks her away. Not her imagined Prince Charming but he's ought to do. Now shes juggling a different set of problems, she's a werewolf in twisted wonderland. However it seems her new companions couldn't care less about that. Highest rankings: 22.12.25 #9 in grim #1 in crewel #5 in yuu #1 in diasomnia #11 in hp #6 in insert

Waking up in a different body was not something that he had expected. One day, he woke up in the body of Pieter Destreza, a second year in Octavinelle dorm. This boy had low grades, no friends, and even got involved with his house-warden because of a contract. "Guess it's up to me to help you, Pieter." ~~~ This is the story of a stranger who possessed an NPC in Twisted Wonderland and got involved with all of the shenanigans that happened in Night Raven College.

aot x yeager!malereader pressured and possessed by an underlying sense of urgency, a boy talented with mechanics and inventions is forced into the frontline of the big upcoming war-simply because his traitorous older brother and a younger half-brother he never even knew about orchestrates the majority of humanity's downfall. (reiner braun x male!reader)

𝒄𝒉𝒊·𝒂·𝒓𝒐·𝒔𝒄𝒖·𝒓𝒐 /𝒌𝒚ä𝒓əˈ𝒔𝒌𝒐͝𝒐𝒓ō/ - noun the use of strong contrasts between light and dark to create a sense of three-dimensional volume, depth, and drama on a flat surface the quality of being veiled or partly in shadow. · ───────── ·☽· ───────── · IN WHICH two souls, once drowning in darkness, learn to paint their own light -finding radiance in the places where only shadows once shone. · ───────── ·☽· ───────── · dispatch robert roberson x fem!oc · ───────── ·☽· ───────── · ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ ────╯ © 2026 | All Rights Reserved. I do not own Dispatch, its characters, storyline, or original dialogue. I also do not own Acarne or Mel Medarda. All rights to these characters and their respective properties belong to their original creators and rights holders. I do, however, own my original character(s), their storylines, and any original writing created for this work. I also own any original artwork I have created that is inspired by Dispatch or Mel Medarda. This is a transformative fan work created for entertainment purposes and is not affiliated with or endorsed by the original creators. ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ────╯ This story contains mature themes, including strong language, sexual content, and adult situations. Reader discretion is advised.

WHERE 『 "The fire takes many forms, and the soul drifts through time. Memory flickers in the ruins, and this time, he refuses to die." 』 ⤷ tlt - ? ⤷ p. jackson x m!oc ©imjisaki