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Party Time (NSFW): Session 0 FT: Dahyun
Author's note: For this chapter, I will be changing the character perspective of this story slightly. the characters will still be the same however I wanted to try something different. As I learn more I'll probably come up with a much better way of writing the characters and differencing between them.
PreSession 0
You were blared awake by your ringtone Our Song by Silverstein. you looked around confused to see what was going on when you picked up your phone to see it was a call from Atticus. you grab your phone and answer,
"Yo, what's up?"
"It's session 0 of our Uber campaign today," Atticus responded. "Don't tell me you forgot Mordekai." You groan because you had an alarm that was set to go off in 4 minutes.
"Atticus Why are you like this? Look I know you are anxious but you beat my alarm by 4 minutes. I was going to be there."
"But you said you didn't have a character."
"Yeah because I was going to choose based on what everyone else was."
You rub your face before responding, "Dude I just got off work. I don't have the patience for this conversation I'll talk to you in a bit."
"Okay see you soon, and get here safe. As..." Atticus began
"Yeah I know My safety is a priority," you respond
finishing Atticus' statement, and hanging up. "Ahhhh. you groan." knowing you lost the last 4 minutes you get up and start your character. when you start getting deeper into the build your alarm goes off and you begin the rush to get ready. You shower, brush your teeth, and leave to go. Unsurprisingly you are early. Atticus is happy to see you and asks to see your character sheet.
Atticus looks at your character sheet and groans before asking, "Monty...Why is there only a Name and a Class?"
"Well, I figured we could hash out more of the details when it came time, Like what subclass and what race?" You begin. Atticus looks at you annoyed before you qualify the statement with, "I don't want to encroach or step on toes and I know people don't play Monks all that often." You say
Atticus shrugs in understanding, "Okay Fair. How about this then You play the Avatar Race."
"the Avatar race? Never heard of em." You say flatly
Atticus laughs as he explains "Well that's because it's a race I made specifically for this campaign."
"Okay so what's it do?" you ask intrigued to play a new brew of Atticus'
Atticus pulls out a little cheat sheet with the races he had available, "Well it's simple. It's just a generic humanoid in all aspects that is just molded to your character. they gain; +1 to three ability scores, a Feat, A language, and a skill."
"that's a lot." You exclaim
"On paper sure but ultimately not really because those +1s are so marginally good." Atticus elaborates
You roll your eyes before saying"Well if I roll a bunch of odd numbers it's pretty good, or do point buy."
"Oh about that. so to ease everyone into the game we are doing actual character-building with our physical selves. so how good you are at things determines your actual stats." Atticus explains
"Huh?" You ask
"Yeah," Atticus affirms
"That's dumb and I love it Atticus." You say
The door to Atticus's home opens and you hear a tiny voice say "Hey Atticus my Unnies are on their way." you turn around to see Dahyun of Twice. You quickly turn back to Atticus who you look at.
"Hahaha." is Atticus's only response. you blink slowly and turn to face Dahyun.
"Wow like you are way prettier in person," you say to her Seeing her gorgeous face up close and not separated by a distance of several thousands of feet. Dahyun smiles at you with the most adorable smile.
"I like your necklace," Dahyun replies shyly. you smile at her.
"What are you playing?" Dahyun asks
"Oh I am just playing an Avatar monk, and you" you reply. You notice Atticus smirks and when Dahyun goes to grab his character sheet you shoot him a furious look.
"Oh Changeling Blood Hunter."
you raise your eyebrows surprised and reply, "Impressive." Dahyun was listening intently
Dahyun blushes slightly then smiles and says "Thank you"
"Great my two Chingu are getting along great Atticus says happily
Dahyun looks at you surprised "We are the same age?" you nod. She eases and replies "I thought I'd be the youngest."
"Nope, I believe that is David who is one year younger than us," you answer Dahyun nods and eases into you more. You smile at her and say “Excuse me miss. Are you trying to charm me?”
Dahyun gives you her dazzling eye smile and says, “Maybe I am. What are you going to do about it?” you are taken aback by her boldness. You lift your hands in surrender, which causes Dahyun to laugh heartily.
The door opens again and Dahyun and you jump upon hearing it, taken out of the little world you two found yourself in. You turn to the door to see a young lady with pink hair apologizing profusely “Sorry for scaring you.” she says meekly. Dahyun and you quickly work to attempt to diminish the fears of the young girl as you both wave off her apology citing that you and she should have been paying attention. The girl smiles and hugs Atticus. You tilt your head but say nothing. The young lady then turns to the two of you and says “Hi I'm Jeewon nice to meet you.” Dahyun and you both wave at the girl. When she asks your names
“Mordekai. but everyone calls me Monty,” you say
“Dahyun” Dahyun adds Jeewon smiled brightly as she sat next to the two of you.
"So what are the the two of you playing ?" Jeewon asks brightly
"Avatar Monk," you answer
"Changeling blood hunter." Dahyun follows suit
You clap your hands in approval, "Ooh it gets sexier each time you say it." you say hyping up Dahyun who turns to you and blushes. she hits you and says "Stop it" but her gaze tells you not to stop.
"Are you two dating?" Jeewon asks intrigued.
"Nah we went on one date." You answer. Dahyun looks at you confused.
"Wait...Mountain?" Dahyun says as she realizes who you are. You smirk at Dahyun who smiles at you further. Atticus laughs when he makes the connection that when the two of you did that Rugby tournament a few years back and you said you had a date with a pretty girl was with Dahyun, but before anything else could be said the door opened again and a very bright voice crashed.
"Sorry, I am late. Traffic was really bad" A cheery voice says. As the group turns you see Sana skip into the living room. Sana recognizes you instantly and smiles
"Mordekai! How are you cutie?" Sana says as she envelops you in a clumsy hug.
"I am good noona, how about you?" You reply to Sana
"Oh, you know. being the prettiest in Twice is tough." She said
"Oh come on you know Dahyun's the prettiest." You counter
Sana feigns a pout before smiling at you and giggling. She took her seat next to Dahyun. After that, the rest of the "Party" fills in which includes members from Red Velvet (Irene and Seulgi), one from Twice (Nayeon), and surprisingly one member of Dreamcatcher (Handong). There are also four more guys who show up in this order David, Timothy, Alan, Kento, and Charlie. As more people show up you introduce yourself and appear friendly enough, but for the most part you stick to Dahyun and Atticus (When he's not swooning over Jeewon) as Dahyun speaks the best English and you know her the best. Eventually, Nayeon approaches you and says "Hey so we have a playlist featuring a song dedicated to everyone's character. Do you have anything in mind?
You scour your mind trying to find something but as it goes blank the choice rises from that.
"Power to Tearer." You reply. You notice Kento and Sana look at you as Nayeon nods.
"got it. I'll add it" she says.
Sana slinks over to you, "That's an interesting choice for a Character-inspired song."
"Well I figure this is the only place where it will be appreciated and understood," you reply. Sana smirks.
"You're pretty interesting Monty." Sana coos with a mischievous smirk, that worries you.
After y'all mingled for several minutes Seulgi stepped to the front and said, "Okay now that everyone knows each other partner up and each one of you give backstories for your characters."
you turn to Atticus but when Dahyun claims you as her partner. She seems anxious so you smile and say "Okay" to her.
"So what basic things would you like for me to include?" you ask Dahyun
"I want you to use your best judgment." Dahyun says and you give her a thumbs up and say, "Do you have any idea for a character name?" Dahyun shakes her head before saying just use her name. You nod and when Dahyun asks you the same questions your only response is the name, Montaigne. Dahyun gives you a gummy smile and gives you two thumbs up. you both begin spinning tales about the other as you write. you find yourself connecting with Dahyun more and more as you start looking at her and noticing her little ticks like how she puts her hair in front of her face when she's embarrassed or when she drops something the repeats "Oh mo mo Oh mo mo." It helps you write a more authentic Dahyun (the character)
After you two finish up Seulgi notices and says "OH Dahyun and..." She gestures to you and you give her your name. "Mordenkainen?" Seulgi asks for clarification.
"Mordekai." you clarify Seulgi nods focused and asks for you two to give your partners' backstory. You nod. seeing Dahyun's anxiety you go first.
You stand up in front of the party and muster all the confidence you can," Gather around as I tell you the tale Of Dahyun the Blood Hunter..." You hesitate and turn to Atticus. "Hey, What's the name of the World Again?"
"Daebak" Atticus answers
"Cool." You say to Atticus
"Not Cool, it Daebak" Atticus teases
"I freaking hate you." You reply
"Coming to Paradise from her small religious home of Songnam the changeling knew little of the big city but her hopes for reaching the big time brought the young changeling girl to join a traveling dance group where her comedic skills and quick wit brought her quicker fame, but what captivated people was her even larger heart. despite being a relentless flirt and tease no one could ever stay mad at her. She brought smiles and laughs everywhere she went regardless of her previous disposition there. this kindness was so profound in fact that all who interacted with her had to be careful not to fall under her charms lest be driven to be one of her many admirers, but there is more to the small Changeling. She is feisty and a passionately hard worker who hones her skills and her beliefs on every test she receives and usually passes with flying colors, but why does she do this? What is Dahyun's true motivation? Dahyun's motivations are simple. she wishes to leave the world better than she left it, and do her family and her community proud in her adorable and sometimes clumsy way." You say. Dahyun smiles before clapping. Everyone besides Dahyun, Jeewon, Timothy, Seulgi, and Atticus Looks at you a bit confused. You shrug and hand your notes to Dahyun who says to you "Thank you. I love it." you smile mission accomplished. She stands up courageously and says
"The Hero of Sunrise, The King of Beasts, The Sword of Ruin, the Shield of Restoration, The master of Arms, The Gentle Fist, The War God's Instrument, and The Wiziend One are all titles garnered by The warrior Known as Montu. (You blink thrice at her name, but you smile regardless) Forced into the fight at an early age against all kinds of monsters and Mayhem. Montu grew up quickly adapting and finding his style along the way, but he never lost that spark of wonder that drove him to be larger than life. However in those soft eyes and that Joyous personality hides a sadness and a darkness that desires the destruction of all around him who would disturb his "Endless party".He fights, loves, laughs, and Lives for thrills, but is kind and considerate. He surrounds himself with joy and life. He desires the people around him to feel loved and valued, but beware because he will face any odds and destroy any obstacle to win. Proof of this is when he killed 1,000 men in a battle to secure his home from an invading force. He is a man of Duality. A man of Great Honor and equally Great Ruthlessness. He is confusing but what I can say about him is that he is a Legend in the making that lives up to all of his titles." Dahyun says then you assume she repeats the same thing in Korean. Everyone looks at you surprised to hear Dahyun's backstory for you. You thought you were going to be a normal pit fighter but her words inspired you to be more, but that's just who Dahyun was anyway. you got up and hugged her there were woos and hollers but you didn't care you just carried out the hug and smiled at Dahyun before saying thank you to her. The smile you garnered was the softest yet brightest one yet. You sat down as an energetic Nayeon and Charlie got up
Atticus translated the much less intensive Backstories for you, "Nayeon was a farm girl who rose to prominence performing with Sana and Dahyun, Chrom (Charlie) was a Privateer of the Paradisan Crown. Seulgi was a sorcerous whose power awoke after Her parents informed her of an arranged marriage. So on an Impulse, she and her Tutor Irene left the Kingdom of Paradise and worked adventurer jobs to bide their time. The arranged marriage in question was a Plasmid prince named (Timothy) Thordak who was more interested in Courting the powerful Goliath Herd leader named Handong. Handong was currently visiting Paradise to negotiate Peace talks between her nomadic herd and the crown, but also to meet her Friend The Harekin Warlock Sana, who worked with Dahyun and Nayeon. Her pact with The Powerful Archefey led to several chaotic encounters including A wizard student Named Alan (Alan) who was currently working a magic shop with an Orc Artificer named Demyx (David), and a Twin soul Echo Knight and Captain of the Kingdom Guard named Kaido (Kento)." all that was left was Atticus and Jeewon's backstory.
Jeewon stood up nervously and began her account of Achilles’s (Atticus) backstory it wasn't in English but you were able to manage a few pieces like exiled child warrior, on the run, and very powerful. after that Atticus did Jeewon’s and you kinda spaced out as your brain just couldn't take any more information. After that, Alan stood up and said “Now for the test of strength.” we followed him to the garage where several weight stations were set up.
“The rules are simple we are maxing out on lifts today.” Atticus translated for you. You nod but when Alan turns to you and Atticus he says in clear English
“Not you two. You two will “spot” us. You're both set at 18.” Atticus and you looked at each other sad but understanding why. So over the next hour Atticus and you worked to help the others with their test of strength. No surprise that the top ones were Nayeon and Handong for the girls and Kaido and Chrom for the guys. The next test was one you could participate in and was led by Dahyun. it was the test of Wisdom. The test was simple we have a product we know is less than Ideal on release but need to sell it to gain the capital to sell more how do we sell more products? Most of the responses you heard were good. some on the more shady side but still good nonetheless, but a lot of them failed in a very simple manner from your perspective. None of them mentioned lowering the price. So when it was your turn you gave that as your major first answer and then was honest about everything after that, which led to silence in the group until Dahyun wheezed and said, "FINALLY someone said lowering the price." you blinked three times before Dahyun smiles at you and says "Good answer." you nod confused but accepted the compliment.
The rest of the tests follow this structure and you place well in most so when you get your Ability score distribution you are pleasantly surprised to have all positive scores, but as you looked over everyone else also had higher scores so you don't get too stressed about it. after finishing up basic character design and the like All that's left is to start the game.
session 0
You woke up to another day in Paradise. It was a cool Spring morning which led you to eat on the patio of the inn you were staying in. You ordered a simple breakfast that consisted of egg, pork, spinach, tomatoes, rice, and a couple of pastries you didn't recognize. While you are a very tall and very attractive Goliath woman approached you.
“Hey you are Montu right?” she asks you nod hesitantly until you recognize her
“You Handong you won the tournament yesterday. Congratulations hope the 2,500 gold and magic great sword are to your liking,” you reply. Handing smirks and nods.
“I am surprised that you only wanted third.”
“Well, I have been looking for a bag of holding, and getting third fighting random people seemed like a reasonable way to do so,” you answer. Handing laughs
“You are silly well see you around,” she says. You nod and tell her
“We are all silly in this crazy world, and I wish you well as you navigate it.” Handong chuckled as she walked away from you. After breakfast, you go to the celebration event in the palace where you meet the Queen, King, and Princess of Paradise along with other visiting leaders. You relax at the party by finding a high and dry area (you despise alcohol and its many debilitating effects) while on a balcony one of the performers approaches you. A changeling with jet-black hair and two short blue horns growing from her forehead approaches you timidly.
"Well hello there." you greet the timid changeling without turning around.
the changeling approaches next to you and says, "You are missing quite the party down there."
You shrug and reply, "Well I prefer my celebratory engagements more intimate, and with less show."
the changeling smiles at you and says, "I know a spot that might fit your tastes?"
You turn to the changeling and say, "Oh really tell me more."
The changeling grabs you and states "It's better if I show you.", As the changeling drags you, you ask her name she says "Dahyun," and you smile as you follow her out of the palace where the celebration is occurring.
With that, she whisks you away from the garish and loud party to the base of the hill that borders the capital city's edge. It's a quaint town that is quiet and peaceful. You turn to the changeling and say, "This is more my type of engagement." The changeling smiles as the two of you venture deeper. you find a small tavern where the two of you get Lunch and journey to a book shop where the two of you spend hours reading a book that piques your mutual interest. The changeling loves it when you read to her and nestles in your lap as you read off to her tales of Heroism and Champions of long ago. She falls asleep but is stirred when you begin to stroke her hair.
"Why'd you stop?" she asked groggy as she woke up.
"I didn't wish to wake you sleeping beauty," you say to the changeling whose face blushes a deep azure shade. she smiles at you and your heart begins to race.
"There is one more place I want to show you." you nod and follow her out of the bookshop, but not before purchasing the one you read to her. you store it in your bag of deep pockets and follow her to the cresting hill line where you see the entrance to an inn that houses both Hot Springs and Saunas. Dahyun Checks the two of you in for the night. You get to your room but before you can unwind Dahyun says, "Come on let's try out the couple's springs." You follow her lead into the hot springs and follow her to the dual-gender springs. As she strips before you, you marvel at her shapely ass and dazzling ravenous figure. Dahyun notices and begins to make a show of it. teasing you more and more hoping to get you to make a move, but you remain disciplined, well parts of you do, as you follow her lead she sees your raging erection and smirks at you while licking her lips. eventually, the two of you manage to get to the springs and share another Chaste moment. you sit at the edge and Dahyun nestles in close to your body. As she shuffles to get comfortable you make space for her. when the two of you intertwine in peace Dahyun uncoils herself and you feel all of her tension release.
"This is nice," she says as the two of you watch the sunset from the springs which leads into the night's fireworks show. you nod at peace and are comfortable with her. She kisses your cheek and then turns your face to hers. her breath is soft and heavy. her eyes stare deep into yours. her brown pools stir your manhood to attention once more. she lifts herself to straddle you. you continue to stare at her unable to speak,
"Are you sure?" you ask bashful.
"Why so shy?" Dahyun asks voice hungry with desire but also affection drawing a light groan out of you as your cock grows harder.
"I just never have done this before," you say.
Dahyun smiles and replies, "Let me be your guide." she slides down and takes you inside of her. you moan as the feeling overwhelms you. A moan escapes your lips which eggs Dahyun on. "Let it all out Darling." She says as your hips buck into her. she yelps and moans in response. She moves your hands so one is on her tits and the other massages her ass, but all you can feel is the tightness of her womanhood as she takes more of you in. As she does she draws more of you out.
You stare into her eyes and say “Are you like this to all the champions?”
Dahyun smirks, “no just the reserved ones. The others are usually either not loud enough or too loud for my tastes.” she teases as she grinds on your crotch. You moan again as she gives you the first orgasm of the night. You look up and see stars as you cum in her Dahyun smiles at you. When you finally come down she grins madly at you and says “We’re not done.” and just like that gone is the reserved martial artist. In his place the frenzied and skilled wandering warrior scoops Dahyun. She yelps in joyous surprise as the two of you barely make it to get clothed and back to your room before you're all over each other. The tenderness and shyness of earlier are gone now both Dahyun and Montu are exploring each other’s bodies with earned confidence. In between fights of dominance in the form of fevered kisses Dahyun nibbles on your sensitive ear lobe. You counter by tracing circles around her right nipple. Dayun moans before she climaxes but it doesn't calm either of you down. It only adds more to the wild hunger you have for each other. Which leads to you bending the flexible changeling over and smacking her ass as you ram your cock into her pussy
“Oh gods yes. She screams as you pound into her from behind. You marvel at her fantastic ass as it jiggles as you pound her relentlessly from behind. Your cock is suffocating in her warm and dripping snatch. It's like the rougher you go the wetter and tighter she gets. It makes you grow harder inside as both of you use each other for more pleasure. However, this tempo can't last forever and the both of you cum together.
The both of you can't stop however as Dahyun pushes you into the bed and begins riding you ragged. Her small but perky breasts bounce hypnotically. You reach out and trace circles around her right nipple. This sends her into further ecstasy. It causes her to get tighter and wetter around you. Dahyun her head back and moans vocalizing the pleasure without words. While riding she rings another fervent orgasm out of you while giving herself another. The two of you now finally fall to the bed exhausted. Dahyun spoons you as the both of you drift off to sleep. Your dreams are full of her as hers are full of you.
You wake up to Dahyun facing you. Your body jolts and her eyes flutter open and she smiles brightly at you. She caresses your face. “I know you plan to leave again but can I ask you to stay Darling?” she asks. You nod as she wraps her left leg around and pulls you closer causing your rod to rub against her folds forcing a jolt out of both of you but before anything else can progress Dahyun's bag begins vibrating you point this out to her which makes her sigh as she pulls out a blood red scroll. You notice her face grow pale (well paler her skin was already porcelain adjacent). She unfurled it, read it, and looked up to you with a face of need.
“Darling I know it's a lot to ask, but…” Dahyun began sensing her anxiety you made your move.
Before she could finish you reply, “It's done.”
Dahyun nodded worried and the two of you got cleaned and then got dressed before heading into town. You look back through the pamphlet given to you and notice the couple's hot springs clearly say that the waters have an intense aphrodisiac effect which makes a lot of the haze of last night make more sense. Upon arriving in town you are devastated to see massive burns across the city, but these were not fire burns but electrical ones. You notice Dahyun's shift in affectation and bring her in closer. “No Dragon who rampages will prosper,” you say to alleviate her worries. This works to some degree as some of the color returns to her face. You follow her to the palace where ten vaguely familiar faces (plus the Queen and King) reside.
Nayeon… you think approaches the two of you, “Where were you ?” she says frantically
Dahyun points to you and explains how she was with you at the Kimura hot springs. The rest of the group sizes you up as they vaguely recognize you. You nod curtly and politely.
Handong steps up and says, “So how are we talking this Dragon down?”
Surprise happy New Year/Christmas gift to my readers Enjoy.
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Summary- Bob, Mickey and their girlfriends go on an adventure to the local renaissance faire, but how can Bob be expected to keep his hands or thoughts to himself when you look like the fairy princess of his wildest dreams?
Pairing- Robert “Bob” Floyd x reader
Warnings- language, drinking, smut, knife play if you squint.
It was probably the hottest day of the summer, but that hadn’t deterred any of you from gearing up in your painstakingly hand crafted costumes and caravanning down the highway to Escondido for the Renaissance festival. Fanboy and his girlfriend and you and your newly minted fiancée Robert Floyd had been playing dnd with a group in Coronado for about 2 years now, that’s how all of you had met. You were putting signs up for the new campaign at the library, and Bob happened upon the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, feet carrying him to the bulletin board before his brain caught up with what he was doing. He’d been shy but charming, and you had enthusiastically convinced him to join your group later in the week to try it out. He’d never played before but he new for sure that Mickey had, so with a little (a lot) of begging and promises to buy his beers at the Hard Deck that weekend, the both of them turned up at the community center in Coronado to join the band of misfits they would soon call a second family.
It had turned out to be the best decision he’d ever made if he was honest, the two of you had gone out for coffee after the first meeting and had been inseparable ever since. Two years later and he would follow you anywhere, you were quite literally like a fairy, full of bright energy, quick witted and downright ethereal with your wide shining eyes and angelic features, he truly didn’t know how he had gotten so lucky. You’d kept your costume a secret all month, carefully curating little bits and pieces and as you crossed the threshold into your bedroom he had the thought to just stay home and ravish you all day. A beautiful green peasant dress was split at the hip, the skirt frilly and flowing down past your knees, with a beautiful laced up corset starting at your waist and pushing your cleavage impossibly high on your chest, he was definitely salivating and couldn’t seem to snap out of his trance until you skipped over and tapped his nose. “Hmm? What? I’m sorry baby, what did you say?” He wasn’t subtle at all and you giggled as you leaned into him to pepper kisses along his cheeks and slotting yourself between his thighs. “I take it you like what you see my strong, powerful warlock…buuuut I don’t think we have time for what you have in mind so get dressed handsome it’s time to go!” You say with a laugh as you step out of his arms and skitter down the hall with a cackle. Good Lord, he was going to lose his mind watching you all day, as he heaved himself off the bed he heard you holler down the hallway, “oh and baby just wait until you see my wings!” He groaned again at the thought and trudged to the bathroom to take an ice cold shower, grumbling about his temptress fairy princess and how he’d rather stay home.
You couldn’t have had a better time if you tried, somehow you and Mickey’s girlfriend Lana had convinced the boys to dress up as well, and you both had to admit there was something to be said about watching them walk around in billowy shirts looking like they’d just stepped out of a Tolkien novel. The boys were having the time of their lives, drinking ale from giant wooden tankards and consuming their weight in turkey legs, while the two of you girls bought glittery potion bottles and crystal necklaces from the local vendors. Finally heading home as the sun went down you peeked through the rear view at the drunken rogue and warlock passed out in your backseat and giggled, you just hoped Bob would be alert enough for what you had planned for the evening when you got home.
After safely depositing Lana and Mickey at home, your knight in shining armor clambered into the front seat, bright eyes full of mirth as he looked you over, his fingers had been itching to loosen your corset strings all day and if he was honest he was a little hard at the thought of letting you ride him with nothing but your fairy wings on. You fortunately were on the same page, impatiently ushering him through the doorway and down the hall as you groped at him and sucked on his tongue, you’d always wanted to role play as your characters but had been too scared to ask, but now looking at Bob’s flushed cheeks as he toyed with the laces of your corset you knew he was absolutely into this.
“Can I help you handsome? See something you like?” You said as you turned in his arms, looking up at him through your lashes and rubbing your body all over his. “Fu- I- I see a lot of things that I like my lady, think you should show me what’s hiding under this gown, can’t be too careful can I? Fairies are known for their trickery.” He says as he leans in to suck a mark behind your ear and begins unlacing your corset, tantalizingly slow as he continues to nibble at your neck and collarbone, nimble fingers untangling the laces and smoothing over exposed skin as your dress begins to loosen and slip from your frame. “I don’t know what you mean sir, we fairies are a peaceful lot, I would be a fool to try and get the upper hand on such a strong, powerful warlock such as you” you say with a cheeky grin, sliding the dagger you’d bought today from your thigh holster and pressing it into his side. “Hmmf, exactly like I said, tricky business dealing with fairies” he huffed out a laugh and raised his hands, letting you lower him to his knees in front of you. You switched to your normal voice as you lifted his chin, stroking the stubble that you always loved him to have on the weekends. “What’s your color baby?” “Green, so so fucking green, You’re a dream come true you know that?” He said as he smoothed calloused palms across the back of your thighs, taking your thumb into his mouth and sucking it, drawing a whimper from you as you nodded furiously at him.
“If you wanted to check me for weapons all you needed to do was ask, but since I have you on your knees, why don’t you put that smart mouth to task on something useful” you said you hooked your leg over his shoulder and pulled him close to your core, as fun as the banter had been you were wound up and needed him to touch you. He ran his nose along your underwear, teasing you with little nips to the side of your thighs and pulled back to look at you again, disappointment crossed your features and he chuckled and pinched your ass from under your skirt. “I think you might want to roll for persuasion sweetheart, I could draw this out a little longer if I’m honest, but I wouldn’t be opposed to you begging for it.” You blinked down at him a little stunned, that cocky son of a bitch, he knew exactly how to play you. “Oh- oh that’s mean. Fine. Give me your dice then, I know you bought new ones today.” He definitely did buy a new set today, and he would be lying if this wasn’t absolutely hilarious to him so he pulled them from his pocket and placed them in your hand, throwing his head back and laughing at the irritated look on your face as you shook the dice and tossed them at his feet. “Ha! D20! You heard me Warlock, put that silver tongue of yours to good use or I’ll cut your throat where you stand.”
You feigned irritation but you’d get what you wanted, you both knew he’d never tell you no anyways, he ran his hands over your thighs again and began to slide your underwear down your legs, letting it dangle off the leg hanging from his shoulder and set to work, licking a stripe through your folds as he looked at you with his piercing blue eyes. Fuck he was always so good at this, eating at you in earnest as you ground against his face and tugged his hair, making out with your cunt and moaning into you like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. “Oh, oh fuck I’m there just like that” you breathed out and came hard on his tongue, he didn’t stop until you were overstimulated and pushing at him to stop, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and pulling himself up to grope your chest and kiss you. “What do you want my sweet fairy princess? I’m at your service my love.” “Want you to fuck me, need you inside me, claim me.” He was pretty sure you were trying to kill him, it wasn’t even his birthday and you were giving him his wildest dreams, he pulled the rest of your dress and corset off as you clawed at his shirt and pants trying to strip him down to nothing. Finally free of clothes his eyes roamed over you, you were perfect in every way but he still couldn’t get that one thought out of his head so he stepped around you to grab the wings you’d dropped and held them in front of you. “Can’t get it out of my head, what do you think baby? Ride me with the wings on?” He had the gall to look a little sheepish as his cheeks heated up, you’d never get over just how damn cute he was, he could be downright filthy but this is somehow what caused him to get shy on you. You slipped your arms through the holes and shoved him backwards into the bed climbing onto him and sliding his hard cock into you, rocking slowly with him as he sucked on your chest, pulling a nipple into his mouth as you cried out, oh God were you close again already? Shit maybe you two needed to start doing this more often, you felt like you were buzzing with electricity with every thrust, the small thatch of hairs at the base of him grazing your clit deliciously as you came hard for the second time, sending him tumbling over the edge with you as his teeth sank down into the juncture of your neck, painting your walls with his spend.
He made to roll you onto your back but you made him wait, your wings were expensive and you didn’t want him to crush them, so you slid them off and let them hit the floor, rolling him on top of you as you continued to kiss lazily. “Damn this could be a problem” he said with a grin and you looked up at him puzzled, “how am I ever supposed to go to dnd on Fridays with you when all I can think about is you rolling a d20 so I’d eat you out.” You both couldn’t stop your giggles, and when Friday rolled around and your DM suggested Bob roll for persuasion, you couldn’t help but giggle and wink at him, thinking about taking him home and donning your pretty wings for him again and how it should definitely become a regular event.
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I'm Quite Ten-tickled. [Mindflayer x Fem!Reader]
Cause I know a few people that would shout at me 'YOU NEED TO DO A MINDFLAYER' if they knew I existed. (That being about 1/4 of the Baldur's Gate fandom.)
Warning: This fic contains smut. I dunno if this equates to dubcon or what, but proceed with caution cause I have no idea what I'm doing.
There will be inaccuracies because I've only scanned a wiki and seen BG3 clips. Hopefully you guys still love me!
CURTAINS!
Come.
As though responding to the order tugging at your brain, the writhing tendrils part like a sentient curtain, before unwinding from around your arms. When the writhing prison at last gives way you're sent onto all fours, limbs limp from lack of use if only just to wriggle away from your tormentors. A cruel joke, this place, so wondrous and fascinating in its almost otherworldly structure... Yet, the moment you were pulled up by that grotesque tendril you regretted your brief study of them.
Was it a mistake, then? To push your brother out of the way even though he was the paladin? Surely he'd have laid waste to this ship by now - you simply doomed yourself to the fate he would have destroyed.
... It wasn't. At least this way he can go back to the church and mount a rescue. Not for you- alone, anyway. Everyone here that's still alive.
T'was the firelight outside that woke you to the siege. Buildings were being destroyed to kill the weak or scare the potential test subjects out into their range. You and your brother were two such folk - or to be more accurate he was the one. They always did look for the strong ones with 'potential', according to the horror stories of those that survived.
Did they know they were being researched? Or were they simply combing the continent for prey? ... Is this worth wondering if you're not sure whether tomorrow is what will be destroyed?
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!"
A scream, unholy and thick with suffering, pulls your hairs on end, your feet fusing to the floor for just a moment. Your heart leaps into your throat, hands growing so cold they could sustain ice-based sorcery. With a deep breath heat slowly creeps back into your fingertips, and a harsh swallow commands your legs to keep moving as though nothing's wrong.
Again, the order: "Come to me."
For the guided it isn't a long walk, any passing faces blurred or forgotten, the near and distant screams falling mute. In fact, as you get closer, only the order - and in turn the Mindflayer responsible - remaining. You hardly feel how your back straightens like a stiff beam as you prepare to be obedient.
To the rhythm of the squirming sound in your head, his elation pulses with the order in repeat. That he will rise above, and command the shared mind of his kindred...
How do you...?
A dizziness takes over, wavering your steps a moment, as the flesh doors open. The moment that his mind reaches you, you're again steady, as though his hands themselves guide you in this moment.
"There you are."
Tendrils flexing and curling, he stands, and for a moment they reach toward you. Before long they echo the movement of his hand, beckoning you with a roll of the fingers. Watching you cross the squishy floor he hums, voice digging into your mind fully as his innate power wraps around your mind.
A break from this is visible solely in how there's a momentary hesitation in your hand reaching for a tentacle. That disgust fades in a blink, however, as momentary as he'd allow. Only he can feel that, if anything at all, in the turmoil that is his kind's heart. They have one, beating in only the Queen of their collective consciousness. All else is simply them following nature's grand design.
Impatient, a tentacle reaches and wraps around your neck, cueing you to simply shed your clothes. Without hesitation you follow the order, some stray tentacles wandering about your body as they pull you yet closer. Further imprisoning your mind where it should be, the rest of them wrap about your head, loosing your hair from the ribbons as his hand guides your legs apart.
Curiosity is shared between you two, the tadpole shivering in fervor as his cold gaze pierces your own.
"If yours is the body I require..." You're turned around and guided onto his lap, legs split and held up in the air. "Then through you, I'll hold the key to my ascension. So, rejoice now, for I will become the Absolute, and your womb will bear Illithid that will see my will enacted."
Clouded, you swallow. "... I will be... of service," You breathe. "My Emperor..." A thrall, yet your form hasn't changed - it's simply too sad to see tentacles spring from your flesh. Well and, you're appetizing simply in more ways than satisfying one's hunger.
Guided by his desires, your head tilts back with the opening of your mouth. Pleased, he allows a tentacle to slip inside, which you suck on as another wraps around your hand and holds it up so it can be caressed. In the meanwhile his mind engulfs your body, the very will to pleasure you seeing your insides squirm and pool warmly. Without complaint or hesitance he watches, amused, as your skin flushes and your every muscle bends to his will.
"A-aah!"
Slipping through his pants with unceremonious mucus, his cock slips inside of you with the help of a tentacle or two. It's big enough, lumpy and undulating, slipping in and out as though with a mind of its own. His powerful hands keep your legs high up, another tentacle pushing into your mouth as it throbs, swirls, and churns inside of you. With each thrust it hammers in his dominion over you, the voices of the other Illithid fading out as his own mind worms its way from the collection.
Merciful he tugs the tendrils from your mouth, save for one at the tip of your tongue, and lets you breathe. As the engorging and pulsating cock pounds all the way to your cervix, your mind grows foggier until he's all you can even feel.
I... I can see it now...!
From your body, eggs the size of your fist, squishing and squirming with new life ready to form. They'll grow into an army, nay, a legion, that will serve the new Absolute. Never will you die, for only you are worthy of this blessing - and thus the only one that should be seated upon the blessed cock of the Emperor.
Sucking that tentacle back into your mouth, your moans are silenced once again, thumb rubbing the tentacle guiding your arm around his neck.
Undulating further, his cock squirms and engorges until it settles in for what feels like eternity. He lowers your legs to hang them over the arms of the throne, familiar tendrils wrapping around your ankles. Anticipation sees your body arch, his arms wrapping around your waist as the rest of his tentacles tighten around your head. Not in hunger or malice, but an overwhelming possessiveness that will never see you be rescued or taken from him by another.
Lowering to grab your hips, his own snap up into them, and you squeal, mouth gaping open as he mercilessly pounds into you. Pleasured cries and pleas for him to never stop reverberate through the ship, him not interested in silencing them. Encouraged by your pleasure he continues his powerful claiming of your womb, his own arousal and satisfaction stoked by your flaming hunger for more.
"Yes-! YES!" You cry. "Ohhh, my Emperor! Oh, my Emperor!" Your one hand caresses his slimy head, one of his hands coming up to hold yours. "Aaah! Aa-aaah! Aaaah! Gh- fuck! Ahhh!!!"
Your back arches, and light flashes in your eyes. After too short a time he shoots a load into you, neverending, until your stomach expands and then hangs. The hand holding your precious head falls to hold your belly. In what feels like no time it feels lumpy, already hard at work in proving he made a good decision keeping you alive after you'd robbed him of the paladin.
"There. Now, you will bear the trueborn, and with me rule this world and all beyond. May our bodies never age or fall to mortal malady, for we will be the architects of a world befitting only our ilk."
He reaches beneath your body, cock sliding back into its slit, and an egg slides into his palm.
"Until time itself withers."
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Cruel Trick of Fate - Xenk Yendar Imagine [Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves]
Title: Cruel Fate
Pairing: Xenk Yendar X Reader
Word Count: 1,508 words
Warning(s): self-image issues (i think that's a good way to describe it), mention of attack
Summary: Xenk saves the life of a person in need. (Y/n)'s time spent healing brings the duo exceptionally closer than either of them considered to be possible.
Author's Note: I don't know if I'm surprised that this is happening or not.
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My story truly begins when I woke up in what I assumed was a cave.
I had no idea where I was or how I had gotten there. And once I blinked the sleep from my eyes, I realized those facts and shoved myself out of the bed.
I scrambled, doing a circle in the hopes of getting some kind of hold on my surroundings. It didn't do much.
I reached over blindly, grabbing a stick of some kind that I could use as a makeshift weapon.
"You shouldn't be moving around."
I jumped when I heard a voice. I held out my arms, trying to look more threatening to the man than I actually was.
"You hit your head," he said. "You should sit down before your head begins to hurt again."
"Who are you and where am I," I asked. "And why did you bring me here?"
"My name is Xenk Yendar, this is my home, and you were attacked," he answered simply.
I raised an eyebrow at him. "That didn't actually answer my final question."
"Your head was hurt," he repeated. "By the creature that attacked you. Do you not remember?"
"Head injuries can impact memory," I replied. "Shocking, I know."
"I do not find that shocking at all," his eyebrows furrowed for a moment.
"I was being- it wasn't- why am I explaining the concept of language to you," I scolded myself more than I truly spoke to him. "Let me go."
"I cannot do that in good conscience," he shook his head. "How are you feeling?"
"I- I'm fine," I blinked a few times when a spiking pain shot through my head, finding a place in my temple to continuously remind me of its presence. "I want to go home."
"If I allow you to do that and you end up even more hurt on the trip, then I would never be able to forgive myself."
"Then you can guide me, how's... how's that?"
I must've swayed a bit when I spoke.
Xenk stepped forward, only stopping when I shakily pointed the stick at him.
"You are threatening me with a stick and are clearly weak, please sit down," he pleaded.
I closed my eyes, my face scrunching up a bit as I did so. I felt him pull the stick from my hands before guiding me to sit back down on the bed.
"I will be right back."
I dug the heels of my hands into my eyes, not acknowledging his comment.
At the time, I decided that the entire event was decided by some cruel act of fate.
It felt like I spent ages with Xenk.
At first, I was angry. Dismissive. I made my discomfort very well known. The more that I looked back on that time, the more stunned I am that Xenk never told me to leave. He refused to give up on me until I was fully healed.
I did eventually begin to calm down. Anger and annoyance became something close to indifference. It was all much calmer. We would eat together, conversations were less awkward, and my constant need to fight or run seemed to dissipate.
When that indifference changed, I wanted to refuse that it happened.
It felt strange to think that such a change had happened. Ridiculous.
It was so much easier for me to ignore it happened at all.
And then, Xenk came back with a wound on his arm.
I furrowed my eyebrows as he walked in.
"Are you alright," I asked.
He nodded. "Just need to take care of this."
I watched him for a while as he cleaned his wound and attempted to take care of it. It didn't seem like a very intense wound, but it did seem a bit difficult for him to take care of.
It took me far too long to finally step in.
"Alright, stop," I walked over and swatted his hand away. "I may go mad watching your stubbornness."
His eyebrows furrowed for a moment. "How would my supposed stubbornness cause you to lose- you were figurative!"
"Yes," I nodded as I moved his arm. He hissed a bit. "Does that hurt?"
"Not at all," he replied, voice slightly strained.
I rolled my eyes before walking around him and sitting behind him on the mattress. He was able to lower his arm and I was still able to properly take care of his wound.
I remained quiet as I wrapped his arm. I was the youngest in my family. My experience with tending to wounds was minuscule. But I could do some of the bare minimum.
"How is that," I asked quietly after pulling my hands away.
"Better than I could have done on my own," he mumbled.
It was then that I noticed how... strange the moment felt. We were so close and it all felt so... intimate.
We fell silent again. We both seemed fixated on watching each other's eyes. As if we were attempting to read each other's minds before either one of us made a mistake.
I nodded somewhat awkwardly before going to stand from my spot. "I... I think I am going to make us both some tea. I know that it won't heal you, but it certainly couldn't hurt."
I went to walk away, but his good hand stopped me, catching my wrist before I could get too far away from him. I stopped, turning back to him.
"What is it," I asked quietly.
He blinked a few times as if suddenly realizing what he had actually done. "I... I'm afraid that I don't truly know. I'm sorry."
He let go of my wrist, still stunned by himself.
I paused for a moment. After contemplating my choices, I stepped closer to him. He looked up at me.
My eyes moved up to his forehead. I don't know why. I think holding eye contact with him was simply too intense. I heard him sigh as my eyes moved. He must have assumed that I was staring at the mark decorating his skin and not just trying to cope with my own emotions.
"That is why it has taken you so long to fully trust me," he muttered.
I furrowed my eyebrows. "What?"
"The symbol of Szass Tam," he explained, looking away from me. "Some part of me will always be lost to it. I am closer to a monster than not... it is why you were so hesitant to trust me."
"No," I shook my head. "No, no, Xenk. That is not true."
He looked at me again.
"I didn't trust you because I was hurt and found myself in a strange place with a person that I had never met before," I corrected. "It was a very understandable reaction. But once I got to know you, I trusted you more. I cannot think of a single moment that the symbol on your forehead was what determined how I felt about you.
"You are also far from any kind of monster. You are a hero. You have saved many people, you protected me when you didn't even know my name, you have vowed yourself to a life helping others. I don't know a monster that would ever do such a thing."
Xenk seemed to scan every inch of my face, waiting for some sign that I was being dishonest. I reached up, gently running my thumb over the mark on his forehead. He took a deep breath, eyes falling shut as I did.
"Silly thing, really," I muttered. "I didn't even notice it when we first met. Did you know that?"
"Really?"
I nodded. "I was a little too focused on other things... like figuring out what had happened."
"When did you notice it," he asked.
"We were having dinner. That first night," I said. "I was refusing to eat until you did, so I had nothing to focus on other than you. That's when I started making out the symbol. I just... I couldn't bring myself to care about it."
"Why?"
"Don't know," I shrugged. "Instinct... fate?"
"I do not understand why fate would prevent you from caring."
"Maybe fate didn't want me to leave," I replied. "If I cared about the mark, then I would have."
"And why would fate not want you to leave?"
I could see something cross his face. Some small, knowing look. I bit back a growing smile at the idea. There was this air of safety and comfort. Security in whatever choice I made next.
I took a deep breath before leaning down and gently pressing my lips to his. I felt the hand of his uninjured arm reach up and touch the hand not resting on his face.
It was only a few moments before I pulled away. I slowly grinned at him. He smiled back at me.
"I'm glad that fate kept you from leaving," he muttered.
I chuckled. "So am I."
I leaned forward and kissed him again.
Quite a cruel trick that fate decided to play, wasn't it?
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Author's Note: I just wanna brag about the fact that I managed to guess where this movie was filmed while I was watching it with a friend. It was the coolest thing I've done in a long time.
Also, that I kept making comparisons between this movie and Ella Enchanted, but that's not really as cool.
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Another gorgeous commission from my girl @theartloca of my OC Grimm and @capraqueen's OC Claude
Chapter 8: "Ravenous Yet Gentle":
“But before we get into that,” Grimm said, releasing Claude’s hand, “I know you’ve never been with a man, but have you ever put anything there before? Or had a lover do it?”
“Oh, well… yeah”, Claude blushed, darting his eyes away as if quickly recollecting some rather naughty memories. “I absolutely have. I guess one could call me experienced, even. Anyhow, it has been quite a long time since last, and you’re… big.”
“Then it’s going to… take some time for you to be ready for me, but hopefully you’ll enjoy that part. I am absolutely certain I will.” Grimm’s calm, pleased smile turned rakish and his eyes glinted, earning another deep flush from his lover.
“That nightstand over there has to hold some kind of lube, for starters,” Claude said, hardly believing what he was so matter-of-factly discussing. “I’m quite tough, but I’ll want to know what you’re going to do before you do it, please.”
“I won’t do anything without telling you. You’ve my word.” He gently nudged Claude to the side so he could rise again, checking over the various balms and salves on the side table; there was quite the array. He chose one in a green jar that had a slightly herbal aroma. “I think this one has healing properties, which could be helpful. He brought the jar with him and laid back down.
“Get back on top of me, like you were.”
“Alright… and now?” Claude said as he climbed back on top of him, looking at his face curiously.
Grimm coated his first three fingers with the balm and held it up for Claude to see, “First I’m going to massage you a bit to relax you some. Then I’m going to press one slowly inside of you. Is that alright?” He moved his hand to rest the palm gently against Claude’s ass, so there was no question of what exactly would be massaged. “If anything is too much or you don’t like it. Just tell me, and I’ll stop.”
“I like this,” Claude purred with his face just inches from Grimm’s, “it’s… unfathomably exciting when you talk to me like that, to be honest.”
“Is it? You have no idea what your voice does to me. Except… I think you do know exactly what it does to me. Don’t you?”
“I’ve come to understand that you’re quite fond of it,” Claude mused contentedly, “which is very lucky for me since I just never seem to be able to shut up.” He scooted up Grimm’s body by a few inches, his mouth so close to his ear that the words murmured directly into it drowned out all other sounds. “If I’m treated right, I can get… very vocal. Foul-mouthed, even. You’ve seen that a little bit already.”
Grimm groaned softly as arousal spiked through him, “I plan on treating you so well, that filth flows from that pretty mouth of yours.”
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We Were Human
Pairing(s): Ascended!AstarionxReader
Part 3:
Synopsis: Astarion died as soon as he became something the world has never seen before. No one noticed the damage before it was too late and the Astarion everyone loved was lost to the new one. No one could notice when the turn was slow and silent. He slowly lost the playful glint in his eyes. Lost the love he gaze upon me with. Lost everything that made him the man I loved. Oh, how I would give anything to get him back. I would gladly give up my damned soul for him.
Aka you are transported back to the past in order to prevent ascended Astarion from losing himself the only problem? You don’t have a lot of time.
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Warnings: Gore, blood, cruelty, cursing, death/murder, mentions of using oneself unwillingly, abuse. Its ascended astarion, prepare for the worse.
Note(s): For the sake of the plot- Astarion will not automatically be damned from the start. In this world, Astarion becomes lost to the ascension overtime until he becomes the ascended vampire we know him to be in the game. Another note that should be highlighted is that this story will be told from the first person perspective since it benefits the story more than any other perspective.
You will also notice various things being different from the game. For example, Karlach will be able to stay in the ‘human’ world and she fixed her heart. (I love my girl, I’m not sending her back), Szaars palace has a different layout cause the one in the game was stupid. There will be more that you will notice in the future so beware.
Thank You.
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“Soldier, are you sure about this? I can always come with you.”
Karlachs pouty face watched me as I looked over at all the supplies we packed for the hundredth time. I mentally went down the list of essentials we would need for this trip. Dammon grins over at Karlach and I, popping his head out from the canvas covered wagon.
“Karlach, you and I both know she can handle herself. Plus, she’ll have an Ascended Vampire with her.” Dammon waggled his brows at Karlach. I rolled my eyes playfully, handing Dammon the final essential we would need- our tent.
Our plan was simple, we would set up camp at a safe distance away from the goblin camps. Once that was done we would scout the camps and try to locate the generals that run the place. Once they are out, everything will fall apart. Or so as Minthara stated.
“Karlach, sweetie, my dear, the light of my life-” The more cheesy names that flew out of my mouth, the wider her grin stretched, thinning out the worried lines on her forehead. “I’ll be fine.” I said sincerely, taking her hands into and I prayed that my eyes conveyed what I said. She would never let me leave if she found out that I was beyond scared. I only had one chance to save Astarion from his own death but I had no idea how to stop it. I only knew something occurred while he was out and nothing more. I had no idea what to look for or how to even stop it.
Karlach sighed, shoulders slumping slightly, “You’re right.” She said with a small nod of her head. She released my hands, taking a step back to look at me like this was our final farewell. Only the subtle flicker of her eyes looking behind me gave me any warning. A cool cheek was pressed against my own, tufts of hair tickling the skin. Arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against a chest.
“Is there a reason why you are making heart eyes at Karlach, my dear?”
The low rumble of his voice sent shivers down my spine. I pretended to be in thought, drawing out a hum as my pointer finger tapped against my chin, “Probably cause she has my heart.”
Astarions grip tightened around my waist, almost trying to keep me from going to Karlach. Karlach laughed, her hands resting on her hips and head tilted to the sky. After calming down from her fit of giggles, she shook her head, “You’re asking for trouble, soldier. Fancy pants looks like he is going to skin me alive right now.”
I feign confusion, placing my hand over my heart in dramatics, “You do not believe me? I am devoted to you, my beautiful lady-” I suddenly yelped as a white hot pain pinched against the left side of my neck. My mouth fell open as the pain turned into something else- something sensual. I wanted to curse Astarion out for doing this to me; for making heat pool low in my stomach. The nails of my fingers dug into the skin of his forearm, his arms still wrapped around my waist and keeping me from moving away. I don’t know how I didn’t feel the absence of his cheek against mine as he angled it to get near my neck. I wanted to curse him out but not only did I deserve it- I could not formulate the words I wanted to speak. Just when I thought it was going to become unbearable, his lips released from my neck. I shuddered as his tongue trailed against my skin, running over the two wounds- not only closing the wound with his saliva that could do just that but also lick up the droplets of blood that ran across my skin. I knew my face was flush beyond belief even if my skin was always pale, my ears burned and my cheeks felt like they were the color of apples.
Astarion pressed a kiss on the wounds, unwrapping his arms around my waist and pulling away.
“Know who you belong to, Pet.” was all he said as he left me to feel like my body was overheating with Karlach who was grinning at me like a fool. Swiveling on my heel, I watched as Astarion headed to the front of the wagon, checking on the mules that would be dragging the wagon.
A hand slapped in between my shoulder blades suddenly causing me to jolt forward a step before I regained my balance. I looked over my shoulder to glare at Karlach, nose wrinkling in distaste.
“Oh don’t look at me like that, not when your face is as red as mine and that's saying a lot since you’re usually pale as a ghost.”
I groaned, rolling my eyes as I walked away to busy myself with anything. The echoing sound of Karlacks laugh followed me as I walked away.
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The setting sun was beautiful but blinding. It’s warm and bright hues creating a view I have forgotten about. It was simple things like that that I forgot about- the sun's rays bouncing off water, bleeding through the openings of tree leaves, colors painting the sky. It all seemed so new to me even though the sun had always been around.
“I think this is a good place to set up camp.” The voice of Astarion tore my eyes away from the sky. We had been riding for a good few hours, out pace slow but necessary so we didn’t tire out the mules. I had been sitting beside Astarion the whole time on the seats of the wagon, our thighs pressed close together. We spoke to each other the whole way, only stopping every now and then to relieve ourselves before continuing on. We talked about anything and everything, even about the things we knew about each other. It was almost surreal hearing him speak so freely to me, to not look at me with disdain or as if I was an object. Seeing him be and treat me so normally was almost scary to see only because the lingering thought of how I could lose him lurked in the back of my mind.
Astarion looked up from the map he was holding that marked where we should stop and set up camp- a gift from Wyll that he handed us right before we left the city gates. Astarions brows knitted together, a question forming on his lips just as I snapped back to reality and pushed myself up from sitting on the wagon.
“Thank the gods!” I sighed with relief, stretching my arms over my head. Astarions lip quirked up into a smile, standing from his seat and stepping off the wagon. He didn’t wait for me as he took out the supplies we needed to set up camp. I only watched him for a moment before setting out to help him by unhooking the mules from their wagon harness and leading them to graze the area. I wasn’t worried about losing them, they were trained to not stray too far. I mentally thanked Halsin for speaking with the mules to ensure they wouldn’t run away from us as we did this mission.
Only after making sure the mules weren’t hurt or anything, I rounded the wagon to find that Astarion had finished pulling out what we needed and was already setting up the tent. I rushed over to help him,
“You could have waited for me. You didn’t need to do this yourself.” I softly complained, my hands making quick work of setting up the tent; trained from the various times I had to set up my own tent before helping others.
“I know I didn’t have too but the sooner it gets done, the better I can lay down to rest.” Astarion replied with a yawn. I raised a brow at the action. Astarion being a high elf didn’t mean he had to sleep and in my ‘previous’ life he rarely ever slept, not that I saw him long enough.
“You don’t sleep though?” I questioned, lips pursed together. Astarion looked up from where he was squatting, securing the tent to the ground,
“My dear, do you not remember the habit I had started before I ascended?”
My brows knitted together in thought, searching Astarions gaze for an answer he would not give. He tilted his head, giving me a knowing look. It suddenly clicked. My mouth fell into the shape of an ‘O’ as I remembered a small but sweet fact about Astarion. It started before he ascended and turned me into his consort. When we weren’t sure about our future together and clung to every moment we had together. Since I was human, I needed to sleep which killed Astarion since he had no need to sleep and felt like the hours that I slept was precious time wasted. I once mentioned to him that he could always try to sleep with me even though there were no benefits with doing so. After multiple times of sleeping beside me, it became a habit his body got used too. Even though it didn’t benefit him, his body was so used to it that he would even feel tired when in reality, it was just his body wanting him to stop moving for a while.
“I take it you remembered?”
I nodded sheepishly, avoiding eye contact as I finished setting up the tent. It was just in time as the sky had gotten a lot darker since we started. The enclave we were in was surrounded by trees and various bushes, almost creating a barrier between us and the outside wildlife. Which was ridiculous to think because we were in the wild but the flat land padded with grass contrasted greatly against the heavily wooded surrounding areas.
“How about you go wash up? I hear a river nearby.”
Glancing at Astarion, I nodded. He had peeled open the tent flap and was setting up our bedding for the night. I raced off to the stream after pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, which resulted in him grabbing me in order to kiss me directly on the lips before releasing me to go wash up.
I had promised him that I would hurry and wash up since he hated the feeling of being dirty. I tried my best to hurry, using the moonlight to guide me to the stream and to wash up quickly. I was sure that I didn’t take too long but as I returned to our camp, the tent flaps were closed and only the soft glow of a lantern shined through the tent fabric.
Gingerly pulling back the flap of the entrance, Astarions name dying in my throat as I saw him already laying on the ground, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. I blinked in surprise- he really was tired. I quietly laid beside him after putting my soiled clothes in a burlap sack, pressing my chest against his as I nestled close. His body seemingly reacted on its own as his arm came to rest across my waist, my leg hooking across his own. I laid there for a while, listening to his breathing and the sounds of nature until keeping my eyes open and straining my hearing to detect anything amiss became too much and the familiar embrace of sleep overtook me.
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Pain bloomed in streaks across my back, the crack of the whip blending in with my pleas. I didn’t need to look in order to know that the back of my dress was in scraps, hanging loosely off my shoulders. I heaved a shaky breath, tears falling off my face and to the floor. Another broken sobbed racked through my lungs as I was struck again, and again, again, again, and again. My own blood pooled on the floor, soaking my garments.
The assault stopped and I tensed, afraid of the silence. Silence was worse than the air of pain, I had no idea what to expect with silence.
Hands harshly grabbed my cheeks, jerking my head up so I wasn’t looking at the dirty floor stained with my bile, tears, and blood. Instead, I looked at him- there was no remorse on his face, only pure annoyance with me as if hurting me beyond belief was troubling him.
He tutted his lips as he frowned at me, “Oh pet,” He said in such a soft tone would’ve caused anyone to believe he actually loved me. “Your face is ruined.” He complained, his grip on my cheeks tightening, digging into the bruises and cuts that littered my skin. I knew I looked horrible; he always made sure I knew. I wasn’t allowed the ignorance of my appearance from the lack of my reflection, he always told me how I looked to him.
“No matter,” He continued, letting go of my face but not without pushing it away like I was the one forcing him to hold my face. “It is not your face that matters to me but beauty would’ve been a bonus.”
I stood in silence, pretending that his words weren’t as painful knives. Pretending that his words didn’t leave invisible scars on my skin. He used to tell me I was the most brilliant thing he ever set his eyes on. He used to kiss the skin of my body when it felt clouded by others' judgment.
“Lucinda,” He called. Lucinda appeared immediately, most likely standing in the hall and listening to my cries of pain.
“Yes, my Lord?” Her voice was filled with confidence she didn’t have before.
“Assist my dear concort with stripping her bare.” His voice litled as my title left his lips, mocking me even further. .
“Of course.”
I couldn’t fight her off even if I had the chance to do so. My body pulsed with pain, vibrating through my whole body. I didn’t know where the pain began and my body ended. I was almost lifeless as hands guided me to strip, obeying while fear coursed through my veins, mixing with the pain.
My skin pimpled as it became exposed to the cold air of the punishment room. I stood bare before him, my scar covered body decorated with blood open to him. I couldn’t read his face as he store at my body, his eyes racking up and down my flesh, bile rising in my throat as he met my gaze and recognized the look he had in his eyes.
“On your knees.”
Oh no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Please no.
I must’ve lost my mind as I chanted that single phrase over again. There wasn’t any other explanation as my head shook in disagreement as these thoughts raced through my mind. I didn’t have a chance to bed for forgiveness before pain shot through my face so hard that I collapsed to the floor. Perhaps there was a time when a slap across the face was nothing but with my mind and body weak, I crumbled.
“No?” He questioned, my head snapping up to his direction, eyes blown wide in fear. “How dare you? You are ungrateful. I provide everything for you. Everything!” He yelled, his voice bouncing off the walls. “You are my consort. You live to serve me, to please me. Your very existence is to ensure I am satisfied. You kiss the ground I walk on. You gulp down the air I breathe out. You sit there and look pretty for my gaze. You are nothing more than that.”
My mouth opened to say something, anything to calm him down but it never came- not when a metal tipped shoe collided with my stomach, knocking the air out of my lungs. I curled around myself, arms covering my head as I was kicked harshly repeatedly. His voice seemed blurred and muffled in my ears, my own eyes releasing tears that become more common to me than anything else. I couldn’t do anything other than squeeze my eyes shut and not cry too loud. He would become angrier if I did.
Please. Someone help me. Please. Please. Please. Please. Ple-
My body snapped up straight, choking on air I couldn’t get enough of. Sweat coated my skin, my hair sticking to my neck as I took in heaving breaths. Darkness greeted me, the buzzing of insects and chirps of crickets pulling me back to reality.
A dream. It was just a dream. Well more a memory than a dream. I felt sick to my stomach as the memory flooded my head without permission. Things happening like that were a norm for me but to wake up in the past and dream about my old life was mind numbing.
I inhaled deeply, letting the night air cool my nerves. The pounding of my heart subsided after a few breaths and I laid to close my eyes and try to grasp onto much needed rest. Laying on my back, I was greeted with the sounds of mumbling. Sitting up again, I reached over to turn the lantern on again, the light immediately brightening the tent.
My heart seized in my chest as I looked at Astarion. His entire being was shaking as though he was unbearably cold. He was laying on his back, hands clutching at his own skin, nails digging as if he was trying to tear it off. His face was scrunched in pain, brows pinched and lips curled into a snarl, his fangs peaking out. I couldn’t understand what he was saying, his voice too low. I flinched as he suddenly bit down on his bottom lip, fangs puncturing the skin and blood immediately budding.
“Astarion.” I said, shaking his form slightly in hopes of waking him. I repeated his name, shaking him harder when my first attempt failed. My brows furrowed as he still laid asleep.
“Astarion!” I yelled, desperation digging its hands into me. Both of my hands shook his form harshly. “Astarion ple-”
It happened suddenly. His eyes snapped open and one moment I was shaking him awake, the next I was pinned under him. My chest heaved as my gaze met with Astarions- no his eyes. The ruby red was darker, clouded by something I could never understand. His lips pulled back into a snarl, a low rumble sounding from his chest.
“Astarion-” I began, rallying up the courage I didn’t truly feel, “Please, stop.” I begged but my pleas fell on deaf ears. My whole body tensed and shook as he leaned in closer. He had me pinned to the ground by the shoulders, his nails dug into them as he leaned in.
I winced at the pain, “Astarion! You’re hurting me!”
It was as if those words were magic themselves. He blinked and his gaze was no longer clouded, the anger falling away from his face. He stood frozen, wide eyes darting all over as he took me in and what was going on.
“Oh Gods,” His voice cracked at the same time mine did. “Oh Gods,” he repeated, quickly getting off of me like touching my burned him. He sat beside me, breathing deeply. His hands fisted tightly into his hair, tugging harshly at the white strands. His chest raised and fell way too fast to be considered normal, the sound of wheezing escaping his lips.
“Astarion-” I called out, reaching for him. He flinched away from my hand freezing in the air, a mere couple of inches away from him. “Astarion.” my voice was soft against the tense air, “Look at me please.”
He didn’t answer, his chest heaving- weighed down by panic he didn’t know how to get rid of. His gaze flickered over to me, his mouth slightly parted as puffs of laced filled panic left his lips. Since he turned, my hands were now grazing over her skin. Seeing that he didn’t flinch I gently cupped his cheek in my palm. I was slow, patient to see if there was any hesitation in his eyes. When he didn’t pull away, his eyes holding my own, blown wide in fear, I cupped both of his cheeks. His breath grazed my wrists, alerting me just how fast he was breathing.
“It’s okay.” I mumbled, guiding him closer and closer until I laid back, his face pressed against my chest. “Breath with me.” I instructed, running my hands through his hair soothingly as I inhaled and exhaled deeply. He followed, his chest stuttering a little in the beginning before smoothing out. His arms came to wrap around, pulling himself impossibly closer as he calmed down. The air was silent but my thoughts raced.
Just how long has this been happening to him? Why hasn’t he told me about them? How have I never noticed this before? Is this the first step to Astarion becoming him?
Panic seized my heart as a thought entered my head,
Am I already too late?
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The Battle of Moonrise (Aftermath)
Hi all! Neppy here, talking real quick about this fic.
This fic gently explores how Isobel, Dame Aylin, and Ali (my Tav) might see each other in the aftermath of the Battle of Moonrise. It gently teases some feelings overall, it gives a lot of Two Moon's love (my temp ship name for Isobel x Aylin), and really is a way to write my character at this part of the game, tease their backstory, and explore them/present them for y'all!
It's my first fanfic in a long time so your comments and thoughts are really appreciated! If you want me to explore this further please let me, as I'd love to write it <3
Enjoy~!
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“You have no idea what you’ve done.”
“...Isobel…”
Ali watched as the chosen of Myrkul, general in the Absolutist army, a leader of Darkness and Loss, then Death, fell to the ground. They cringed as he fell face down, the netherstone embedded in his armor clanking harshly. It was too important. They had to grab it.
Before she could, Dame Aylin, despite her scars and recent rescuing, descended in her beautiful moonlit glory. She landed on Ketheric’s head with a metal boot, her wings spreading outwards gloriously as brain and gore exploded.
“The villain. Is. DEAD!” She continued to stomp on him. One, two, a dozen times. She panted, she gritted her teeth and seethed with hatred. Pain. “The WRETCH! Together we have crushed him, brain and body!”
As Karlach, Shadowheart, and Wyll watched with something akin to horror, Ali just sighed. Their eyes didn’t dare break away. No, they understood all too well Dame Aylin’s pain. What she had gone through. What it took to fly out and fight with the fury and strength she had. What motivated her to push on after a century of enslavement and solitude.
After all, Ali had already experienced so much in their own mortal life. Before this damned tadpole. Before the nautiloid, the Absolute, the war between Shar and Selune, and the threat against Baldur’s Gate. Ali nodded their approval as Dame Aylin looked up, breathing heavily but finally calming down. The mortal warrior wanted to speak- To tell Dame Aylin she was free, yet the expression on the immortal's face stopped her.
“My friend…my ally,” She spoke softly. Ali’s eyebrows knit together with confusion. She hadn’t known Dame Aylin for very long but why did she seem so concerned? Why was her voice so soft?
“By the gods…” Wyll gasped, as Shadowheart used magic to heal a nasty cut on his arm. She looked up and covered her mouth in shock. Ali frowned, turning to Karlach. The tiefling was easily the closest to them. She alone was weirdly able to get Ali out of their usual quiet solitude. To open them up.
“Ali,” Karlach said. That was the real indication things were very wrong. Karlach only used her name in private. Besides that it was always ‘Soldier’. “Put down your sword.”
“Why are you all so panicked? I’m fine,” Ali replied, easily sheathing the longsword, which was coated in Ketheric’s blood.
“Brave warrior,” Dame Aylin said. “You have fought masterfully. Remain calm.”
Ali’s heart began to rise with anger, beating faster as they glared at their companions. Would someone tell her what was wrong? Ali turned that angry look onto Dame Aylin as she approached- Hated that soft and worried gaze on her beautiful face, that it was directed at Ali to begin with. Why were they being fawned over? They killed Ketheric. They drove the blade into his chest, into the god form’s heart, they had survived it all-
“...what…” Ali said meekly as a sudden weakness overtook. The aasimar’s wings flapped once as she suddenly closed the gap between them, catching her mortal ally in her arms as they collapsed. ‘
How gentle, Ali thought as Dame Aylin held them, one armored hand holding the back of her neck, as the dame hooked a firm arm around her waist. Considering how she squashed Ketheric. Ali’s brain felt fogged. The anger and energy had disappeared. A lightheadedness overtook and Ali smirked at the thought they just had. Then they saw it.
In Dame Aylin’s armor they saw the reflection of a person. What was once lightly tanned skin had turned sickly gray. Dark brown eyes were now unfocused and glazed, struggling to make sense of what they saw. Chocolatey curls, short in length, had begun to fall out in patches. It was themself. Ali. Rotting away like a corpse.
“Fuck,” Ali muttered before the darkness overcame them.
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Aylin did not hear as the other mortals called out. Did not hear their suggestions or worry. Did not see Karlach’s tears beginning to well in her eyes. All she saw was Ali’s eyes close. Then she bent down, her wings flexed, and in one powerful movement she launched herself into the air. She did not look back or even think to explain herself. She simply flew as fast as she could. Up and up through the tower, until she was above ground, until she had passed the flesh and guts formed by the mindflayer colony and could see the roof of stone. The warrior of Selune did not hesitate as she protectively curled over Ali, her armored back crashing through the roof as she shot into the sky.
Her mighty wings continued to flap as she flew in place. The cool air reached her skin and lungs. The moonlight enhanced her senses. It brought her comfort. She did not, however, calm down. Time was of the essence. Her eyes scanned the ground for a sign, any sign-
“Victory!”
“We did it! I can’t believe we did it!”
“The battle is won!”
There, far below, she saw the rag tag group that had assaulted Moonrise towers following her freedom. Warriors in red and blue armor, hugging each other, cheering, many mourning the dead or aiding the wounded. Aylin’s eyes scanned the crowd looking for it. She was not sure what but she had felt it. The second she saw Ali’s deterioration, Aylin knew she could save her. Surely, the Moon Mother was guiding her. But what was out here that could help?
“Isobel,” Dame Aylin gasped, her thoughts completely taken away from the dying Ali. For the first time in one-hundred years the chosen of Selune spotted her better half. Alive. Healthy. Her alabaster skin. Her silver hair. The spear Aylin had gifted her so long ago. The robes bestowed upon her as a Selunite cleric. Her Isobel.
Aylin truly could have stayed there forever. Watching. Frozen in shock. But she had a warrior’s mind, and as fast as her surprise came it left, understanding that her mother was guiding her to the solution. The warrior looked down at Ali and muttered a quiet promise.
We will save you, my friend, she swore to herself before diving down to the crowd. She seemed like a bullet of light streaking through the cursed shadows of this land. Yet by this point her unknown allies had come to recognize her white flames. To understand that Dame Aylin was a friend of great power. The aasimar initially landed to cheers and claps. Weapons banged on armor. Someone whistled loudly. Normally, she would revel in the recognition of her strength and godhood, but today the towering woman pushed her way through the crowd, knocking fully armored elves over and yelling as loud as she could.
“ISOBEL!”
By the gods. The look her lover gave was almost enough to break Aylin’s heart. Much like she had just experienced, Aylin could see the shock, the panic, and the disbelief in Isobel’s eyes. The struggle to process what was happening. Then Aylin yelled again.
“MAKE WAY!” The demigod ordered with her booming voice. The crowd quieted. They finally seemed to realize she was carrying wounded. Many made calls for medics. For potions. A circle formed around her and a path parted as the cleric, who all knew by this point, ran to Aylin.
“Aylin, my love, how is this-”
“Isobel,” Aylin cut in, her voice shaking despite herself. “This warrior saved me. We are reunited due to them. Save them.”
Another moment of shocked silence.
“Please.”
This finally seemed to properly snap Isobel out of it. The cleric had never heard Aylin beg. Never. Not with this desperation. This heartbreak. She had a fleeting thought, wondering if there had been a funeral for herself, and if Aylin had sounded so terribly distraught. Then she got to work.
“What is wrong?” Isobel asked as Aylin gently laid Ali down.
“They are rotting away, like a corpse, but were a vision of health not a mere hour ago,” Aylin explained. The crowd remained silent, those that had supplies quickly setting them at Isobel’s sides. Water, rags, a potion, and even a suture kit.
“We fought your father, he had been blessed by Myrkul,” The aasimar continued. “This one dealt the final blow. They ensured my freedom.” If this news shocked Isobel the cleric did not let it show. She had begun to expertly undo the straps to Ali’s scale armor. She felt their forehead. Leaned close to hear their raspy breaths. Aylin watched helplessly.
“Bring me the other cleric- The one who follows Shar, that accompanied this one,” Isobel ordered.
Dame Aylin disappeared in the blink of an eye.
“Move- I said MOVE damn it!” The voice came from High Harper Jaheira, who had finally exited from the towers. Blood stained her but it didn’t seem to be her own. Her eyes widened as she saw Isobel’s patient. “Oak Father, have mercy,” she muttered.
“A dagger- I need a dagger!” Isobel yelled. One was quickly handed to her. She could not fix the rot- Not without Shadowheart. Not yet. But Ali had other injuries that would hamper the healing spell- Perhaps even make healing impossible.
The damage was impressive, although if the group fought off a god it was unsurprising. Acid burns coated the left of Ali’s neck. Blood had been seeping out of her side through an arrow wound that had pierced the scale armor.. Two fingers were bent in the completely wrong way. Part of her armor almost seemed melted- Which meant some serious burns on their right leg.
So Isobel did what she could as a dozen or so onlookers observed. She prayed to Selune and pressed her hand to Ali’s neck. Ali groaned in their sleep as the cleric’s hand glowed and the burns slowly healed. Then Isobel, with help from Jaheira, turned Ali over and made a small incision. She broke the arrow shaft protruding from Ali’s side and pushed the arrow through, managing to pull it out. At this point Ali’s eyes fluttered open as they groaned loudly with pain.
“It’s alright- You’re alright,” Isobel immediately said, although she wasn’t certain if this was the truth. “Stay still; You’ve taken a beating.”
“Aylin,” Ali gasped. Her voice sounded like death. “She’s alive.”
This comment was enough to make Isobel freeze, if only for a few seconds. Yes, she already knew that Aylin was alive, even if she was not able to process that properly yet. But why would Ali, someone who barely knew either of them, someone who was an inch from death, prioritize this information.
They were on the ground, dying, and still needed to let Isobel know her love was alive. They wanted her to know. Understood the importance of this to her. A stranger. Their eyes met and an unspoken understanding passed between them.
“Be quiet,” Isobel said. “Conserve your strength. I will heal you,” she promised as Ali seemingly slipped back into unconsciousness.
“I’m here!” Shadowheart called out, and Isobel’s head whipped back just in time to see Aylin land in the circle once more. Shadowheart was being held bridal style, arms around the aasimar’s neck, but Isobel couldn’t register an ounce of jealousy. Not after all this. Not with Ali on the ground. “What can I do?”
“Your friend is afflicted by Veridon’s chiller,” Isobel explained. “Otherwise known as-”
“Chill touch, I’m aware,” Shadowheart answered expertly. “I understand the effects.”
Effects was a rather simple way to speak of Veridon’s Chiller. The spell was extremely lethal, rotting away at a person spiritually and physically by filling them with undead energy. Chipping away at their life force. Ali had a strong will- That of a warrior. But it could not keep them alive forever.
“We will unite our magic,” Isobel declared. “Together, we will purge the infection, and heal your friend's spirit.”
“Is this even possible? With me being a follower-” Shadowheart froze, pain and confusion on her face. This told Isobel everything she had to know. She had sensed a difference in Shadowheart when she approached. She could tell some of the shadows had been lifted. Could feel a comfortable and similar power radiate off the other cleric.
“The Moon Maiden blesses you now,” Isobel said, confirming what might have been Shadowheart’s hope or fear. “Your power does not rely on Shar. It is not at odds with my own.” She took Shadowhearts hands in her own. “I can not do this alone. You must embrace this change, now, to save your friend.”
Three seconds. It took three seconds for Shadowheart’s conflicted feelings to be put aside. One look at Ali and the former follower of Shar became decided. She took a deep breath and squeezed Isobel’s hands.
“Lead the chant,” Shadowheart said.
And she did. Aylin watched on anxiously as her angel closed her eyes and the two clerics lifted their hands. With a voice the dame hadn’t heard in one hundred years, god’s that beautiful voice, Isobel began the chant. Shadowheart’s voice followed perfectly.
The chant ended seconds later. A glow momentarily spread over Ali’s body then disappeared. The crowd waited with bated breath. Three seconds felt almost as excruciating as the century of imprisonment, for Aylin could not accept that her savior would perish. Not like this. Not to Thorm.
“Thank you, mother,” Aylin whispered as, finally, everyone saw the spell begin to work. Hair suddenly grew back. Her skin color returned to normal. Her scratches disappeared and she inhaled a deep and clear breath. Her body relaxed as a deep sleep took over. The crowd cheered as Isobel sat back with relief, and Aylin noticed Shadowheart take Ali’s hand.
It was over. Truly over. Now, they could revel. Victory had been earned.
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It had been days since the battle for Moonrise. In that time, the towers had been properly secured. Jaheira led the Harpers and Flaming Fist in capturing or killing the stragglers. Aylin regularly flew patrols to make sure the Absolute army was not approaching their position. Isobel worked tirelessly with Shadowheart and other healers to not only heal the group of adventurers, but any other wounded. The group that had saved her; Karlach, Wyll, Astarion, Gale, Lae’zel, and Halsin made sure to help where they could, or rested and waited for their own wounds to heal. Ali had not been the only victim of Ketheric’s strength.
The land had even begun to heal. Deadly shadows still plagued, of course, as Shar would struggle against her influence being torn away. But plants were beginning to grow. Monsters seemed to be less of a threat.
All the while Ali slept. It was anything but restful. They tossed and turned. They mumbled and groaned. One night, they muttered “fuck off” to no one in particular. Their friends took turns by her side. Some, like Karlach and Wyll, would speak to Sol and give updates on the situation. Others, like Lae’zel or Halsin, sat silently and busied themselves with some menial chore. Gale in particular would talk quite a lot, explaining magic, science, theories, hopes and thoughts to Ali, as if they were awake and eagerly engaging.
Then there was Aylin and Isobel. The two women were, understandably, inseparable. Aylin took Isobel on patrol with her and stayed by her side as she worked on the wounded. The two held each other closely as they watched over Ali, when it was their turn to do so. Rarely, they snuck little moments of privacy, but they hadn’t been able to enjoy their reunion to the fullest extent quite yet. Not under the circumstances of war and death. Still, they caught each other up on what had happened. What Ketheric had done to both of them. What the threat of the Absolute was and meant. They tried to plan their next move.
“Why do they sleep so long?” Aylin asked one night, after the couple had relieved Karlach. The tiefling in particular seemed to watch over Ali the most, having not shown the barest trace of a smile since her friend went unconscious.
“I don’t know,” Isobel replied again, although patiently. “The spell used against them was powerful. And my father was powerful.”
“Ketheric was weak,” Dame Aylin said, staring intensely at Sol. But she wasn’t truly watching her. She was lost in thought. In memories of pain. “He used my power, and died the moment he lost it.”
“...”
“He will not kill this warrior. I will not have it,” She continued, then turning to Isobel. “Your healing will work.”
“My love,” Isobel began gently. “We do not know this.”
“My angel, my light, my reason to live,” Aylin responded lovingly. “She will survive. I can sense it.”
“I hope you are right, my sweet,” Isobel answered. She made her way over to Aylin, who was sitting next to the bed which Ali lay in, and leaned down to plant a soft kiss on the taller woman’s lips.
“I hope so.”
“Where I’m from, we say ‘I know so’.”
Both women went wide eyed and turned to look at the bed. Ali hadn’t moved an inch, but their eyes blinked. They remained half-lidded, as if they were groggy, weak, or perhaps only half awake.
“Could I have some water, please?” Ali requested. The two scrambled to get them the water. Aylin gently held and lifted the warrior’s head as Isobel put the bottle to their lips, carefully allowing Ali to sip. She wiped a single drop that had dribbled down Ali’s jaw. Both of them waited expectantly for the fighter’s next words.
“I’m glad you two are together again,” Ali rasped. A soft smile spread on her face as she relaxed back into the pillows. A smile of relief, perhaps.
“My friend,” Dame Aylin said. “We cannot thank you enough. We will never be able to thank you enough.”
“What you have done here, for us, for the land, for everyone…it is amazing. It feels impossible,” Isobel continued.
Neither one of them felt that they could say enough. Neither one could find more words to say. Now that Ali was awake they didn’t seem to know what to do. And so, they sat there. Waiting. Watching as they had been for the past few days.
“How is the group?” Ali asked, their expression turning sour. Worry ate away at them. But not just that, the two selunites realized, expectation. Ali expected bad news. Terrible news. They had already braced themselves, mentally. Prepared for the worst.
“Everyone is fine,” Isobel answered kindly. “You have nothing to worry about. They all wait for news on your condition.”
“Everyone is alright?” Ali asked again.
“Everyone is alright,” Aylin repeated. “You can rest in peace, my friend.”
And Ali did sigh with relief. They seemed to sink into the bedding once more. Their eyes closed as they inhaled deeply, their first conscious breath without blood, or rot, or darkness in quite some time.
“Thank you both for saving me,” Ali added. “In the moment, I had no idea I was hit. I am still not really sure how Thorm got me. It was a mistake.”
“Ali,” Dame Aylin began, crossing her arms. “You faced a god of death. As a mortal. No godly blessings. No warlock patron. No real magic. And you dealt the final blow. You slayed Myrkul.” Aylin waited a few moments, waiting to see if the magnitude of her achievement would dawn on her, but Ali remained neutral in her expression. “You have made no mistakes. You fought in a way few ever could, or will, you should be proud.”
“Did the others worry a lot?” Ali asked, their eyes finally meeting Aylin’s. Then Isobel’s.
“Um…yes, of course.”
“Then I am sorry,” Ali added simply. As if this made sense or changed anything. The two white haired women looked at each other, equally confused and unsure. Isobel spoke up, changing the subject.
“Ali, I know you’ve just woken up. You need your rest. But…I have a question,” She began gingerly. Aylin raised a brow, curious. Ali gave a slight nod. “When I was caring for you, right after the battle with my fa- Ketheric. You awoke and told me Aylin was alive.” Isobel looked up at her lover and smiled sadly. “You were dying, you were hurt, you could not have known the condition of your friends and allies. But you made sure to tell me Aylin was alive.”
“If I were to die, I needed you to know that. I needed you to be aware,” Ali explained. “Just in case something insane happened. Or if we were defeated. You would know. You could find her.”
Again, the two women looked at each other. There was confusion. A gnawing question among them both.
“With everything happening why- Why would you-”
“Why was that your priority?” Aylin asked softly, interrupting Isobel. The room grew ever silent. The work being carried outside even seemed to fade away. The question was of no consequence to them now. It did not change their reunion, their love, what had happened to the others or…well, anything, really. But neither of the followers of Selune understood why Ali had cared so much. Neither had believed anyone could understand the importance they felt for each other. Despite this, it seemed Ali did.
“I had an Isobel once,” Ali whispered. They closed her eyes. “Her name was Victoria. She never came back.”
This reply would end the conversation. It struck both women and it struck deeply. Yet there was nothing to be said. No consolation. Not only was it long in the past but both Dame Aylin and Isobel knew that pain, although Dame Aylin could relate more closely. The loss of, not just a lover, but one so perfectly fitted for you. One who has been so close and spent that time with you…to many, it is irreplaceable.
So, both of them quietly sat down on either side of the bed. They allowed Ali to rest. As the wounded warrior allowed sleep to overtake once more, they each made a silent promise. They would aid Ali in their quest. They would protect them. Their grace for what had been done- No, for what Ali understood, would be infinite.
As the night dragged on anyone who was inside the tent, be it the Selunites, or Shadowheart, or Karlach, or even Jaheira coming in for the odd check in, would notice something strange if they only paid attention. Ali’s skin seemed to glow with the faintest white light. And if one were to look outside the tent they had been left to rest in, one might also notice the faintest beam of moonlight shining on the tent.
Ali, asleep, smiled lightly.
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Tigerverse | Masterpost
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All fics involving Ash, his party, and Ozmund. These fics often feature intense whump, so please read content warnings carefully.
Ash's party originated from a Dungeons and Dragons game I'm a part of, and I have permission from those involved to write about their characters. The Caged Tiger was written specifically to explain what happened to Ash while I was playing a different character for a while. The canon here is a little complicated, so I'll try to keep it as simple as possible:
The Caged Tiger: 100% canon, both here on the blog and in the DnD game. The bonus chapter is not game canon, but canon to the blog.
The Pet Tiger: 100% NOT canon. An AU of The Caged Tiger.
The Freed Tiger: Mostly not canon to the DnD game. Call it "blog canon" for now. In future chapters, I intend to reunite it with the game canon (or as close as possible without dumping extra unnecessary exposition).
Extras: All of the extra fics so far are from the original game canon except for Part 6. That part is also not blog canon, so it's labeled "not canon." Anything new will be labeled accordingly.
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The Caged Tiger | Original (DnD Canon) Story | around 9k words total | Finished
Contains: captivity, torture, gaslighting and mental abuse, dehumanization, medical/lab rat whumpee, violence and gore
Ash, a were-tiger barbarian, is captured by a powerful wizard with a grudge against him. He just has to hold out until his friends rescue him, right? It won't be too long . . . right?
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 (Final) | Bonus [Ash's Rescue] (not canon)
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The Freed Tiger | Recovery Arc (Blog Canon) | currently around 8.3k words | Ongoing
Contains: recovery whump, descriptions of past whump, emotional/mental distress, flashbacks and hallucinations
Ash has finally been rescued by his friends and is returning home. But how free is he really, with Ozmund's conditioning still permeating his every thought?
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | ... |
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The Pet Tiger | NSFWhump AU | currently about 7.6k words | Ongoing
Contains: dehumanization, pet whump, intimate whumper, explicit noncon/dubcon (in later chapters), emotional abuse, captivity, humiliation
Ash expected anger from Ozmund; he expected to be killed, frankly. But Ozmund had other ideas in mind. If he couldn't have Evius, he'd just have to have the next best thing.
Prologue/Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | ...
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Extras | Other fics from before Ash's capture or in a different canon | Parts marked with * contain sexual content.
DnD Canon Extras:
Dating Uma: Part 1 | Part 2* | Part 6* (not canon)
Relationship with Evius: Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5*
Blog Canon Extras:
TBD
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Taken by the Night is a fic based around Astarion ("pre tadpole") under Cazador's control - some ideas will be headcannon- most will be bg3 / dnd 5e accurate. 18+ graphic sexual descriptions - violence- and potentially triggering topics around SA.
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞 - 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
The days dragged on as the sun touched every part of the upper world; soaking all of it's life with a warm embrace, and yet it came and went, all without him once again. The hours dragged on like the stench of the garroted rodent blood through the damp chambers. The minutes, oh the minutes - let alone the seconds- like clawing through thorns and bramble, only to discover a river of fire on the other side. His back pressed against the slate bed, neck turned, with crimson eyes fixed on the city below.
The night was young, only moments old; yet the crisp fall air was laced with music and voices spilling over from the nearest tavern. Fume of the salty coast fortified with smoke wisked through the room, dancing across his nose. Astarion sucked in sharply through his slightly parted lips, and sighed upon exhale.
"I might as well get this over with" He considered, as he pushed himself up to sit and rubbed his face with his hands.
Guilt and misery began to creep in from the edges of his consciousness, but before Astarion could cry out in anger, his mind snapped him back. A wall of non-emotion, of callous coldness and emptiness shrouded his thoughts. That's it- his protection. The flicker of pain he felt, repressed again, with a chill sent up his spine.
Walking down the hall, he tried to ignore his surroundings as much as possible while still holding his head high. All of the art on the walls disgusted him; putrid love affairs with lavish colors and beautiful people. Harder though was passing by the mirrors.
Cazador had them peppered throughout the halls, partly out of self-obsession, but especially to taunt his thralls. Astarion's leather shoes slowed, skidding on the stone floor. Shifting his glace to the knowlingly reflective surface for but a mere moment. He wanted to send it flying across the room, but that thought too, quickly escped his mind as he heard a door creak down the hall. Cazador... fuck. His mind immediately slipped, to the vampire lord - sheer obedience. Astarion remained under the vampiric power, his autonomy slipping away completely the moment Cazador rounded the corner and planted his eyes on him.
"Ohh look who I found here! Astarion! Out to fetch dinner are we?" Cazador spat out with the thickest layer of sarcasm knowing damn well where he was going.
Astarion nods promptly, " Yes, I'm on my way now master"
That last word sliced his tounge like a sharp blade burning his mouth; Knowing Cazadors biddings will take place, but not by his own hand, it would be Astarion's. Just as it was yesterday and the ten day before that, and the hundreds of summers come to pass.
"Just what I wanted to hear, how did you know that? Smart one you are." The sarcastic molasses dripped from his lips.
Cazador pinched Astarion's chin and gave him a wicked smile as he was approaching, now only inches from his face.
"Would you like to join us for dinner this evening?" The Vampire Lord said staring into Astarions eyes, demanding his gaze.
Astarion's heart sunk everytime he heard this question. If I say yes, I'll get fed a rancid ill-begotten rodent; if I say no- his brain recoils. If I say no, he makes me pay with his own form of dinner and a show- always including me getting tourtured in some disturbing manner. His vision flashes to a memory of his brother Leon lashing him with a barbed club before a group of victimed party-goers, then being sent off to an even grimmer quarters than he was acustomed -the pit. Where those same party goers are disposed of, after dinner.
"Yes, I wouldn't miss it," Astarion said with a stale voice and a sorrowful heart.
While releasing the grip from his spawns face, Cazador's sinister grimace never faltered.
"What a wonderful suprise! You will be back soon, won't you?" he asked retorically. "Certainly wouldn't want to keep me waiting."
Taking two steps back, that twisted smile, now a stiff maw; And then, with not a second thought to Astarion, Cazador began his trek down the corridor and dissappeared into the shadows. Like a toy being thrown away his heart ached. All that torture for him to walk away when he got bored.
Swimming upwards towards consciousness, dark nothingness flooding him with a dense cold throb enveloping his skull. The pressure continually building the closer he got to the surface of his mind. Right as the weight became unendurable, he broke through the surface of his psyche; coming to, gasping for air.
Hollowness echoed within, piercing him to the core; body and mind in shock from the unyeilding torment. If he was someone else, he would have just runaway. If he was someone else he would have revenged Cazador ages ago. The thoughts plauged him as he stared lifelessly at the stone floor beneath him, knees splayed and barely holding him upright.
Just as easily as he slipped into the darkness inside, he pulled himself out. The safeguard of his hollowness was front and center now, ready to pick back up and go through the motions once again, much like the rising sun.
" hurry up, find some sad soul, and come back to this damned place" Astarion thought. " this will all be over soon."
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Under Fey Stars
Astarion meets a strange eladrin who evokes even stranger feelings in him.
The nautiloid shook and careened to one side, Astarion felt himself lift off the ground, managing to catch at a pillar to keep himself from being dashed against the walls. He had to get out and quickly. As he raced through strange, chitinous halls filled with grotesque architecture that pulsed eerily like flesh, he heard a voice, “Kin! Cousin! By Titania’s light hear me!” He turned to look at one of the many pods lining the walls and found what appeared to be an eladrin. Dark of skin and with silver curls, ears longer and sharper than his own, it was striking figure. Silvery swirls spread along one side of its slender face, careening out from its left eye. Its eyes were uniform pools of liquid amber— no pupils to be found.
“Ah, what a wonderful vision of freedom you are, my kin. Release me and let us be off this monstrous vessel of aberration-make!” it said, looking at Astarion with those large, trusting eyes. In a moment his decision was made and he found himself hefting open the lid of the pod, to his own surprise. Perhaps it was those trusting eyes, perhaps it was the earnestness with which it called him kin. But he soon found an eladrin of autumn slumping into his arms. Those eyes suddenly widened as they bore into his own. “I am Tavir, and you are?”
“Astarion, but we do not have time for pleasantries, get up! And run!” He growled, half dragging the eladrin as he broke into a run towards the blasted walls of the nautiloid. Outside, the acrid, burning landscape of the Hells rushed past as red dragons spat fire at the vessel.
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The flames of their camp lit the silver swirls on Tav’s skin and his amber eyes seemed to glow as they gazed placidly at the leaping flames. He held a book open in front of him, borrowed from Gale, but he seemed lost in the heart of the flames. It came as a surprise then, when Astarion whispered in his ear, “What is my fey friend doing?”
Tav’s amber eyes remained enraptured by the flames as he said, “Contemplating the end of eternity.” A decidedly morbid thing to say for a fey. Perhaps the dire situation was getting to him after all, no matter how carefree he seemed otherwise. Thoughts of doom aside, he had seen the eladrin’s stolen glances; those eyes were hard to miss when they were searching for his face.
“Would you like me to steal you away from camp? A night under the stars with your beautiful body under mine would be a pleasant break from slumming it with these fools, no?” Perhaps a bit too direct, but he’d never seen Tavir mince words before and he liked to think he was a good judge of character with over two centuries of “conquests” as proof of the fact.
Golden eyes bored into crimson ones as Tav smiled quietly, almost knowingly but Astarion saw what he always sees in the eyes of his marks— hunger.
“I was wondering when you might ask me this, I would much rather spend the night gazing into those eyes and that face, yes.”And that was all he needed to guide Tav by the hand into the woods; from the Feywild or from the Outer City, they all hungered for him just the same.
Soon, Astarion found himself naked and against an equally undressed Tav — not that the eladrin ever wore anything more than the barest wisp of clothing at any time — with them pressed against a tree. Tav eagerly opened up under Astarion’s tongue, granting entrance and moaning against his mouth as he did so. The eladrin’s lips were deliciously warm and smooth. Astarion could feel fey blood calling to him. Tav’s hands clutched at Astarion’s locks as he pressed himself against him, their erections straining against each other in blissful friction. If only Astarion could somehow tell him what he was, as he pleasured Tav perhaps, he might acquiesce and allow Astarion to taste him. He’d never tried to feed on a person before but perhaps a mind clouded with pleasure wouldn’t register what he was saying until it was too late? Just as he was about to get on his knees, Tav broke their kiss and looked at Astarion with those eyes. Flush with passion, desire and... sympathy? Astarion had never liked how Tav seemed to know exactly what he wanted, how he never asked for more than what he wanted to divulge. Those eyes were always too knowing and now they seemed to plumb his depths. As suddenly as their kiss broke, Astarion found himself falling into those eyes, falling down an endless, amber chasm. Those eyes seemed to grow, enveloping him until there was nothing to the world but that liquid, amber pool. And out of that sea of gold emerged bliss. A warmth spread from his unbeating heart to the tips of his fingers, to the very tip of his quivering cock. Waves of pleasure burned through his nerves; pleasure the likes of which he’d never conceived. It was like every fibre of his being thrummed in response to those eyes. A thousand kisses peppered across his body, soft caresses from unseen hands left him shuddering. He could taste blood, sweet and almost cloying in his mouth. He drank it in desperate gulps as moans of pleasure escaped him. Every nerve in his body screamed in pleasure, such warmth surged within him that he could almost believe he was alive.
Heat rose within him as he neared his climax and the golden light that obscured his vision faded away, taking with it the exquisite pleasure thrumming within him. As a growl of protest rose in his throat he felt a warm wetness envelope his cock and looked down to find Tav on his knees, those fine lips wrapped around his cock and those amber eyes looking at him hungrily.
Tav’s tongue glided along Astarion’s length, pressing and twirling against the head as he swallowed him whole. The inexplicable pleasures of before, combined with the hot walls of Tav’s throat had Astarion whimpering and thrusting himself desperately into the eladrin’s mouth. Tav teased one of Astarion’s nipples with a hand, eliciting soft moans from him, while the other gripped the vampire’s hip. Chiseled like alabaster and as pale in the moonlight, his hips thrust with increasing urgency. Astarion’s hand clutched Tav’s tight, silvery curls as he breathed out, “Tavir... I’m close!”
The eladrin only seemed to enthusiastically redouble his efforts, his hands gently cupping Astarion’s balls. Astarion’s climax crashed through him as he slammed himself into the warmth of Tav’s mouth. He could still feel the phantom taste of that sweet blood and it only heightened his climax as he emptied himself into the eladrin’s mouth, who seemed to be enthusiastically drinking every drop.
With a few final kisses to the head of Astarion’s cock, a tongue along his foreskin and little playful bite, Tav cleaned up the pale elf and sat up to look at Astarion. The eladrin’s lips glistened with the vampire’s seed, quickly licked away and consumed with a seductive look at the elf. Astarion laid down on the ground and Tav lay his slender self on Astarion’s broad chest, gazing at the stars in the sky, seemingly already lost in thought. Having caught his breath somewhat and the fog of lust lifted, Astarion was still utterly confused as to what had happened. Sex was not something he enjoyed, he’d not for a long time now. He had expected the same routine, the same feelings of disgust and the same anger at his victim for not seeing him for what he was. If only they would see, if only they would run. Cazador would punish him of course, but something deep inside him would rather face Godey’s lashes and needles than be soiled in innocent blood.
Tonight had been different, between the fey’s hungry and knowing eyes and the visions that had gripped him, he did not know who was the hunter and the hunted. Was Tavir an Enchanter? Come to think of it, he’d never seen the eladrin hold weapons or even conjure as much as a bolt of fire. He’d simply looked at one of the goblins outside the Grove and the creature had dropped to the ground twitching. Between the demands of battle and Laezel’s love for beheading enemies he hadn’t been able to see what exactly Tav did to their enemies; except that he would wade into their midst and they’d always fall seemingly unharmed to then most likely die to Laezel’s blade or his own arrows. He never gave that a second thought, he knew little of magic. But perhaps he should have, he’d heard of fey like Tav, beguilers who wrapped mortals who wandered into the Feywild in visions and fancies so beautiful they failed to eat or drink or sleep.
The blood... good gods the blood he’d tasted; that it was not real was clear to him now. It would only make sense to conjure that if Tav knew. His breath must have caught for Tav turned to rest his chin on Astarion’s chest, those amber eyes catching crimson ones, “I know, calm down. I knew the moment you touched me on the nautiloid. I may be as oblivious of anything outside my own head as any fey but I am still eladrin” he said, smiling and turning away, resting his face on Astarion’s chest to gaze at the stars again. “Do you have a death wish?” Asked Astarion, not too kindly. He’d resented his fey kin for two hundred years now. They lived in their little realm, oblivious to the plight of their kin in the Prime. He’d imagined what it would be like to slip into the Feywild, on nights when Cazador had been particularly cruel, nights when he’d been delirious from the pain and crying out to the Seldarine. A realm of beauty, watched over by a golden queen whose mere gaze was said to fill creatures with utter bliss. Alas, he’d been no true fey and none of the Seldarine, it had seemed, would stop their frolicking to help one wayward child of theirs. This eladrin had had everything and had thrown it all away to enter the Material and now flirts with danger like it is a game. Amber eyes caught his own again, there was something inscrutable about eyes with no pupils, pulsing slowly to the rhythm of the eladrin’s heart. There was something ancient there, something sad, a strange void behind that gaze. He knew nothing ever truly changed in the chaos of the Feywild and that the eladrin were almost eternal, as eternal as he himself was, which made it all the more stupid for this one to leave the Feywild. Just as he was contemplating saying something to fill the silence, Tav spoke, “Would you like to taste real blood? I have never tasted it or meat for that matter. I can’t imagine I conjured anything close to the real substance.”
“So you do wish to die. Or is this some trick? I will not be pulled into some little fey prank. You call me kin, you wrap me up in enchantment and now offer your neck?” Astarion pushed himself away and sat up, whatever this was, Tav knew too much, was being much too familiar and nonchalant for it to be genuine. Even if it was a genuine offer, what sort of madman offered his neck to a vampire? A vampire who clearly seduced him into the woods to have his way with him.
“I offer it because I can see you want it. I have never been hurt before or even seen my own blood so perhaps you should take this chance before your reaction makes me imagine the worst about the pain I might feel and decide otherwise” said Tav, and pulled the gauzy silk drape of his off the forest floor and onto his shoulder for warmth. Astarion was baffled, well and truly caught off guard for the first time in two centuries. Here was a person who had not only known for days that he was a vampire but was now willingly offering him his neck. Those eyes were too honest, his behaviour too casual for this to be a trick. If it was a trick, Tav was certainly a far better liar than Astarion could ever hope to be.
Sidling close to him, Astarion looked at Tav’s neck, the deep brown, almost reddish skin glistening in the moonlight under a fine sheen of perspiration. It would be easy to assume that Tav was some kind of drow if not for those eyes and the silvery markings that every elf would know to be from exposure to the wild magics of the Feywild.
“Do you mean it?” Astarion asked, despite himself. He should be taking what was offered without question, he knew. But something in him, something about Tav perhaps, made him hesitate.
“Of course I mean it, if I did not mean I would not have said it. What do you take me for? An Unseelie?” came the reply, from a seemingly miffed Tav. Astarion silently moved closer, his breathing deepening as he smelled the eladrin’s blood just beneath the skin. He nuzzled Tav’s neck, held his head with a hand and sank his fangs into flesh. Tav gasped and reached for Astarion’s other hand, holding it in a vice-like grip as he squeezed his eyes shut. The blood that flowed into Astarion’s mouth was infinitely more delectable than that conjured fantasy, it sang inside him and he fancied he could almost taste the forests of the Feywild in it.
Astarion drank like a man parched for a tenday, letting the sweet nectar of eladrin blood sing to him and his thirst to control him. His first taste of sentient blood would have ended in death if not for the feel of Tav’s hand growing slack in his own. There had been no resistance even as his life’s blood was being drained away. Did he actually have a death wish? But no, it was not a death wish, realised Astarion, it was trust. The hand that gripped him earnestly desired support, out of a desire for him to be sated, Tav had offered his neck. Perhaps in return for his kindness on the nautiloid or perhaps it was true that Tav had never felt pain and thought it worth a new experience of something bad so his companion could be sated. Whatever it was, Astarion knew, Tav had trusted him and he would not betray that trust. With that thought, the red haze of his thirst lifted and he gently released Tav’s neck, lifting his fangs from the wounds he’d made.
Astarion could not tell if those solid amber eyes were disoriented from the blood loss. Tav reached out with a finger and wiped the blood dripping down the corner of Astarion’s mouth, licking the blood off his finger. “It seems I bleed as red as the rest of you and don’t taste half as good as I imagined” he said, making a face. “Trust me, darling, you were utterly delectable” said Astarion, baring his bloodied fangs in a grin. Astarion almost jumped out of his skin when Tav slumped against him, arms around his neck. “Are you... alright?” Astarion asked awkwardly, bracing himself against the ground with both his arms. “Mmhmm” came the reply, hummed against his throat. Astarion swallowed nervously and said, “You were my first... the first I’ve tasted.”
“Well, I hope it was everything you dreamed it would be. For my part, pain was not as bad as I thought it would be, perhaps I’ll let you do this again”, came the slurred reply.
“I think we better get you to your tent before you drool all over me, darling. And pain, in my experience, comes in degrees” he said, managing to recapture at least some of his poise.
“A moment... let me recover. Unless you’d like to act out your childhood fantasies and carry me in your arms like a damsel in distress?” Tav asked, still mumbling against Astarion’s neck. Astarion sighed, “A lifetime of fairytales failed me on that ship when I heard you calling to me.”
“I think we both know the kind of fairytales you’re most familiar with, Astarion, and those are not ones where eladrin make an appearance”, said Tav. He felt Astarion stiffen against him. Tav sighed and got up, seemingly regretting his casual barb. It had stung but the fact that Tav seemed to know more about his past than he’d told him gnawed at him. Unsteady on his feet but managing to hold onto the tree nearby, Tav turned towards their camp. “Do not presume to know me, faerie”, Astarion said darkly as he picked himself up and gathered his clothes.
“And that tells me I was right, little bat.” The words were a sultry whisper in Astarion’s mind as he watched Tav’s naked form walk toward camp, his gauzy wrap fluttering in the wind from round his shoulders.
Over two centuries and not once had anyone prioritised Astarion’s pleasure; he was doubtful if they had even thought of anything other than taking their own pleasure from his body. Here he was now, having been served in more ways than one, giving nothing in return, it would seem, than the pleasure of his company.
No, Astarion did not like this eladrin one bit and yet as he walked back to camp behind Tav, watching that deep brown butt swaying from side to side, he couldn’t help but smile, as wide a smile as he’d ever worn in over two centuries of life.
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The next morning, Astarion soon realised that no good thing that happened to him could ever be just that; a good thing. With the rising sun, the eladrin’s silvery swirls sparkled as they usually did but with the addition of two prominent puncture wounds in his neck, sparkling silver. Not a pair of eyes in camp that wasn’t drawn to those wounds and Astarion knew he would have to come clean that day. Gale was already eyeing him suspiciously, knowingly. Blasted wizard, forever taking note of things he shouldn’t.
He met Tav’s eyes over the dying camp fire and heard his voice in his head, “Perhaps we should tell them? Lest they should think I’ve grown overly fond of the stirges in these forests.” Tav was smiling quietly, almost mischievously.
Astarion sighed again. He did not, in fact, like this eladrin one bit.
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A full retelling of an ongoing campaign, novelized to preserve a story worth telling.
The entirety of a D&D adventure captured from the very start to its unwritten end. Tragedy or triumph, loss or love, silence or survival. A story crafted at the mercy of the dice and the Dungeon Master's sly hands. What end will befall the main players? None yet know, not even me.
Starting January 22nd, 2024
Pre-follow the story on AO3 or here on Tumblr so you don't miss a word (further links in bio)
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Iona Featherbrook Drabble (Gale x OC)
Posting my drabbles and DND characters I create here now. (They are all to made secretly to date someone from BG3)
TW: None
Gale Dekarios x OC (Iona Featherbrook)
Prompt: A wizard appears at your front door and tells you that you must go on an adventure. What is the adventure and why?
Prologue (aka everything I've written so far)
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Sunlight glints against the swords hanging on the wall, some reflecting rainbow lights upon the ground—specks of dust dance in the light through the shop's restless air. Stray bouts of static energy scatter the dust like miniature missiles ready to attack visitors’ allergies. The Enchanted Anvil is a small shop set up in Waterdeep a few years back. It provides its patrons with anything they may need enchanted—swords, rings, cloaks, battleaxes, and more. While the store is known by both locals and travelers for seemingly always having what they need, it is most well-known for who owns the shop. Like the store, the shop owner is known for her explosive personality and lightning-fast wits and reflexes. Her traits and the adventures she has partaken in have gifted her many names, but no name is more popular than her latest—the Hero of Baldur’s Gate.
Iona can be found in the back, polishing the last of her freshly enchanted rings. Today has been like any other day in her newly found adult life. She wakes up, feeling a soft dip in her bed before the mattress adjusts to accompany only her weight. After drinking in the morning sun from the window with her eyes shut, she sits up and stretches her aching limbs. A snap here and a crack there. Before she can gather enough of her bearings to stand up, her husband returns with a hot cup of coffee and kisses her on her forehead, cradling her cheek.
The rest of her morning is just as gentle as the beginning. She rises to do her business in the washroom before ushering herself towards the entrance of their abode to wish her husband farewell before he leaves for his job at the academy.
“Goodbye, love. I hope your day is fruitful with discoveries and well-behaved pupils.”
“It seems my honied words have passed onto you.” he jests.
“Oh, just get out of here before you are late.” she retorts, smiling and rolling her eyes.
“Goodbye, dear. I hope the day brings you courteous patrons and you back into my arms in due time.” he says, pulling Iona in his arms to kiss her before walking out the door.
After closing the door behind her lover, she continues her routine to prepare for work. As Iona pads from bedroom to kitchen to bathroom to bedroom, the couple’s tressym, Tara, weaves between her feet, rubbing affectionately against the woman’s legs. Readily dressed to run her shop, Iona quickly reaches into the cupboard to feed Tara before heading out. The tressym purrs in appreciation, pattering over to her bowl, filled with only the best delights.
“Stay out of trouble, Mrs. Dekarios.” The tressym instructs as the sorceress rushes out the door.
Iona looks back at Tara, smiling earnestly.
“No promises, Tara!”
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Dante Nyhpmir Masterlist
Send me requests. I can't guarantee I'll write them but if the idea strikes me, I'd love to have more to work with.
Simon Ghost Riley;
One offs/Kind of the same timeline;
* You're Put back in Basic training with Ghost (NSFW)
* Ghost is Jealous of Konig's Crush on you (NSFW)
* You Keep Ghost Alive on a mission (NSFW)
* You Help Ghost with his Mask Make Up (Fluff)
Reunion "Series";
* Ghost tracks you down after you've been discharged (Fluff)
* You're reunited at your place and he helps you with your decision fatigue (NSFW)
Konig:
*Konig pays you a visit in the hosptial after saving you(NSFW)
*Something supernatural is underneath Konig's mask(NSFW)
DND CAMPAIGNS
Descent into Avernus;
* Maula meets Grazz'zt (SFW)
* Slumber Party (SFW)
* Maula Summoning Aithur (NSFW)
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Thick as Thieves [DnD:HAT Fic]
Alright, I did something I normally never do: I started uploading a fic, that I have not yet finished. But, yeah, I could not help myself. I really wanted to write a sequel to the movie, because I just loved it so much.
The fic is an adventure fic, but there will be eventuell Xedgin romance and a lot of shenanigans with those two.
Also, your usual bardic bullshit!
#dungeons and dragons#dungeons and dragons honor among thieves#honor among thieves#dnd:hat#dnd fanfiction#xedgin#edgin x xenk#xenk x edgin#edgin darvis#xenk yendar#holga kilgore#kira darvis#simon aumar#doric the druid
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Vizaeth visits the surface and learns a few things about fear and faith.
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The nearer they get to the surface, the worse Vizaeth feels. It starts as a nervous nausea behind lips pressed tight and silent and, as they rise through the depths, out of Her perfect darkness and sheltering stone, it spreads until it turns his limbs numb, disconnects his skin, stutters his heart. The moment he sights the cavemouth, he stops dead.
“No.”
He tries to declare it, but it comes out barely a whisper. The others move past him, and Master Do'Urden goes right up to the edge, where the light—the light, oh Lolth, the light—actually touches him.
Beyond that threshold lies the surface. Nothing above, all that’s sacred below, crawling with faeries and iblith—he can’t go out there, he’s not meant to go out there, none of them are meant to go out there. He takes a step back, then another and another; he has to get away from that silver glow, so bright it burns.
Master Zaurett’s cold hand lands on his shoulder.
“Not thinking of running out on us are you, apprentice Thaezyr?”
“We shouldn’t be here,” Vizaeth says. “This is heresy.”
“Do you call every raid heresy, too?”
Vizaeth shakes his head, digging his nails into his palms. That’s not the same. “I won’t go out there. I can’t.”
“You can and you will.” Zaurett takes his wrists, forcing him to unclench his fists. His hands are shaking. “You earned your place in this class—have you forgotten I was there to ensure you kept it? You will not let petty fear remove you from it now.”
He’s not afraid, he’s faithful. It’s insanity that none of the others feel this, that none of them are devout enough to know when they’re straying to places She doesn’t want them to go. Zaurett clasps his hands, stilling them.
“We do not fall to fear,” he says, and his onyx rings glow black as a quiet pulse of necromantic energy thumps from his fingertips. Vizaeth’s still-tangled Weave catches at it eagerly and he takes a sharp breath. “We command it.”
Keep reading on AO3
#fanfiction#dungeons and dragons fanfiction#dnd fanfiction#forgotten realms fanfiction#oc fanfiction#my fic#obsession fic blogging#c: vizaeth thaezyr#did vizaeth learn anything? well technically yes but also no#he's having a little crisis and i did make myself a bit sad with this one#poorest wettest meow meow
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