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latenightdaydreams · 3 days

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König thought

Him walking past a recruits' room, hearing them moaning his name.

Honestly think he'd go a little feral if their begging for him to let them cum.

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 König would absolutely die if he heard this.

Late Night Walk (fem)

MDNI🔞

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>cw: fem/afab, voyeurism, masturbation

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It was way past midnight and König couldn’t sleep. He put on grey sweat pants and a tight black shirt, his sniper hood over his head as he leaves his room. The halls are quiet as he walks along, only the sound of his footsteps filling the empty space. Turning the corner, something catches König’s attention.

A tiny pathetic little moan; his cock instantly tingles. He slows his steps so that they can’t hear his footsteps and accidently interrupt them. He hears them whimper his name. A small little “König” and he feels like his mind is melting. He walks close to your door, realizing it’s you. His jaw drops. You? He had no idea someone like you could desire him. You’re so…perfect.

He hears small wet sounds, most likely the sound of your small fingers going in and out of your tiny cunt. Fingers so small, they probably aren’t even pleasing you. Just one of his fingers would probably fill you…

“Mmmm, König, please.” You moan from your bed.

König’s eyes flutter as he hears you moan his name again. He quickly looks around the hallway to make sure no one else is around. Once he is sure he is truly alone, he slips a hand under the band of his sweat pants; his hand grasping his cock. He presses his ear against your door to hear things better.

His large calloused hand wraps around his leaky cock, pulling back his foreskin before rubbing his palm around the tip. His breath shutters from the pleasure. He closes his eyes and focuses on your sounds. His hand grips himself tightly as he begins to stroke his cock. Picturing in his mind that he was fucking your pretty pussy instead.

He has an overwhelming urge to knock on your door and just go in and fuck you. You’re literally moaning out to him, yet he can’t seem to find the nerve to. You’re a recruit and he is your Colonel. That would be breaking the rules, but fuck that cunt sounds deliciously wet.

Pumping his fist over his cock faster as he hears your little fingers begin to move faster. Your moans becoming slightly louder and more intense. You’re getting ready to cum. He listens intently.

“König, please, I need to cum.” Oh fuck, his brow furrows as he stops breathing. “Please, make me cum König.”

My god how he wishes he was the one making you cum, not your pathetic little fingers. His cock would ruin you for any other man, you’d be his forever; addicted to the way he fucks you. You’d never have a lonely night again.

Eyes closed and three fingers deep into your pussy, you’re imagining König’s massive body over yours. Legs spread wide apart to accompany his body, three fingers because you know his cock would be fucking massive. The man is a behemoth. You imagine him relentlessly fucking your cunt until you wouldn’t walk. You’re close. Moaning out to the König you’re envisioning.

“Please, can I cum Colonel?” Your free hand moves to rub your clit.

Please cum for me. König is losing his mind. Begging him to let you cum, calling him by his rank. König bites his tongue to stifle his moans as he begins to jizz in his pants. He couldn’t hold on any longer.

On the other side of the door your moan out in a soft melody, thanking König for fucking you. König in disbelief of what just happened, quickly snaps out of his lust trance when he hears you get up from the bed. He withdraws his hand and wipes it on the side of his sweat pants.

With a wet spot on his pants, he quickly and quietly turns and goes back to his room. Quickly changing out of his cum covered bottom, he gets into bed, excited to see you tomorrow.

The next morning you had training bright and early. You got showered, dressed, and ate before heading off. Once entering the room, your eyes instantly go to König, like always. Except this time, his icy blue eyes were already on you. Instantly you blush and look down to the ground. König smirks under his mask and continues to watch you.

As recruits are filing into the room König takes the time to slowly approach you from behind; he can’t stop replaying you moaning out for him in his mind. He towers over you and stands closer than he has to. You smell wonderful, he wonders how your pussy smells.

Feeling a presence behind you, you turn. Jumping when you see König. He just looks down at you for a while not moving.

“Hallo,” Why am I so fucking awkward?!

“Hello, Colonel.”

“How are you today?” His voice is stoic, hiding the lust he feels for you.

“I’m well sir, yourself?”

He nods softly, his eyes dropping from your eyes to your soft lips and then back up. He is thinking about kissing them, wondering how you taste. Imagining what they would look like wrapped around his fat cock. “I’m also well.”

You both stand awkwardly, both wanting to say something but not daring to say anything. Instead, you gaze into his blue eyes and take in his true size and smell. As he studies your face, trying to imagine how it looked when you were moaning out his name. He was going to find out. Leaning in a little more so he can whisper in your ear, his proximity sending chills down your spine.

“You know, Liebling, if you were to ever find yourself unable to sleep again…my door is always open.”

König leans back and looks down at your stunned expression, clearly embarrassed but he can see the excitement building behind your eyes. He simply turns around and walks away, as if he was totally chill about this. In reality he can’t believe he just did that. His heart beating a million miles an hour and face bright red, but the mask hides it all.

He only hopes that you take him up on that offer.

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poptartmochi · 2 years

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making tests is no longer fun 😭

#i had to abandon quizlet and i started using flexiquiz but the issue with flexiquiz is that you can only put 10 questions in each quiz #so I've had to divide my notes into broad-ish categories + now i'm trying to cram extra questions into the alotted 10 🤭#it's not entirely troublesome but it's more effort than i anticipated putting into the actual test and so my brain is like wahhh #taking a break so that i can hopefully extend my steam + finish making the tests tonight #but whoo this break is dangerous 🤪 gioier's songs are on autoplay so i really want to make her in the sims 😆 however. if i do that.#i will enter a deep trance that i will only break free of at like 3am 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️#sriracha.txt

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l0vergirlwrites · 10 months

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self care ; rick grimes

warnings: fluff, slight angst (if you squint), caringfem!reader & soft!rick 🫶🏽

the bathroom had grown to be foggy from the minutes of hot water falling onto rick’s dirty skin. the luxuries of soap, shampoo, conditioner—being freshly clean—was something rick was soaking all in. when he stepped out of the shower to wrap a towel around his waist, he could smell the lemony scent of body wash sticking to his dewy skin.

his palm on the mirror created an opening of where he could see himself & his outrageously outgrown beard. looking at his reflection made a shiver crawl up his spine—he couldn’t recognize himself.

before he got too deep into his thoughts, the soft sound of knocks on the door brought rick out of his trance.

“deanna gave me some shaving supplies if you want them” your voice called out on the other side.

“cmon in” he replied, eyes not tearing away from the mirror.

entering the bathroom, the warm fog hit you before rick’s figure. “want some help?” you asked only to see him nod in return.

with a quick shut of the door, you tapped rick’s bare shoulder. “lemme sit on the counter. it’ll be easier that way”

moving back to give you room, you got situated on the sleek marble counter & opened your legs just enough for rick to fit in between them. his hands held himself up by holding your jean covered knees as you noticed how clean he looked. “you smell like a spa” you commented with a smile while your fingers brushed through his beard hair with a tiny comb.

“could say the same about you too” he sighed, slightly wincing when you’d brush at a knot.

once the beard was brushed, you started clipping it with scissors so the hair wasn’t too long. you let the excess hair fall to the ground, mumbling “i’ll clean it up after, don’t worry”, which made rick hum in response.

rick considered your precision to be cute; the way you’d stick your tongue out slightly when cutting hair close to his mouth, your socked feet slightly hitting the counter cabinets when you’d kick them out of boredom—he thought you were being real sweet.

“half way there, grimes” you grinned at your work, dropping the scissors into the sink before plugging the razor into the outlet. “how short you want it?” you asked when looking at all the different clipper heads.

“just cut it all off” rick said, dismissing the clipper heads.

looking back at him to get his approval, you nodded your head & attached the blade to the clipper, positioning rick’s head to be tilted slightly backwards. “sounds good”

you then got to work, clipping the hair on his face slowly to get it shorter so it’d be less work on the razor head after. your free hand carefully held his cheek in place while his fingers rubbed back & forth on your knees.

“how’s everyone downstairs?” he asked to break the silence.

with a shrug of your shoulders, you put the clipper down & grabbed the razor. “meh. half are showering at the place next door, while the other half explores the place a bit. carl’s playing with judith in the living room” you said while lathering some shaving pomade on his skin.

nodding, rick peeped to see himself in the mirror & felt his eyes widen a bit at how he looked. “calm down cowboy. i’m not letting you look like santa claus for long. stay still, yeah?” you turned his face back to yours, ruffling his damp hair between your fingers.

he continued to let you do your work—precisely shaving each strand of beard hair from his face to make him smooth & soft. you even trimmed his side burns a little & gave his hair a quick trim for the sake of it.

“all done! i didn’t even nick you, so you should be thankful” rick let out a laugh at your words before turning to see himself in the mirror again, bringing a hand up to feel his face.

“god, i’m not sure i’ll get used to this”

“i think you look really handsome. very… prince charming, you know?”

glancing back at you, rick titled his head. “oh yeah?”

with a lazy smile on your lips, you nodded & brought your hands up to his cheeks, your thumb pads rubbing against the soft skin. “yes indeed”

silence overtook you both again as he looked to you with a hint of love in his eyes. you’re really good at taking care of him, plus, he hasn’t seen you this calm or clean ever. it was nice to see you without dirt or blood on your skin. rick was sure the feeling was mutual.

“thank you” he mumbled while leaning into your touch, his right hand holding your left wrist while turning his head, pressing a kiss to your palm.

“anytime” your heart fluttered at the view. he really did look great.

allowing rick to help you off the counter, you pulled him out of the bathroom & gave him some fresh clothes to change into, kissing his shoulder before leaving because you had to “grab the broom & clean up”.

as rick pulled the cotton white t-shirt over his head, along with the plain black jeans paired with his buckled belt, he sat on the bare mattress & waited for you to finish cleaning up after him, even though he offered multiple times.

“you gonna come downstairs to do the big reveal?” you asked once closing the bathroom door, walking over to rick’s figure on the bed.

pulling you closer, his hands tucked into the back pockets of your jeans while yours held his shoulders. “just wanna stay here for a moment. wanna take it all in” he rasped out, blue eyes twinkling up at you like you were something out of a movie.

“we’re gonna be okay” you told him for assurance purposes, partly because you knew what was swirling in that head of his.

alexandria was new, & it was giving the group mixed reactions. but you had to give it a try—if not for yourselves, then for judith & carl. the group understood that.

“i know” he hummed, taking one hand from your rear to pull your face closer to his for a sweet kiss; the kind where it was slow & comforting.

after pulling away, you pressed a kiss to his forehead before letting the silence consume you both again for a few extra minutes, frozen in time like a daydream.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months

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Crushed 14

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, cheating, sleazy behaviour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your next door neighbours hook up, bringing to surface deep-seated feelings.

Characters: Colin Shea, Jonathan Pine

Note: And we're back!

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you like my dog loves belly rubs (that’s a lot). Take care. 💖

You roll your chair back to your desk and sit, shoulders hunched and head down, focused on your screen. You're too embarrassed to discern any of the cells on numbers inside. Your cheeks and nape are alight with self-awareness.

"That was entertaining," Shari remarks as the wheels of her chair squeak.

"Don't…" you mutter as you click aimlessly.

You can't believe what's just happened. You're humiliated. That must be Colin's goal. To tear you down not just in your own home but every part of your life.

You hear whispers, lowered voices, and clearing throats. Your ears prick as you're certain that they're all talking about you, about the dramatic scene that just unfolded. And how could they not, it's always more enjoyable to be in the audience than the show.

Your teams bings with a new message. You tap the key to mute your PC and open the chat window. You nibble your cheek as you read Jonathan's message.

"We will discuss shortly. Take five if you need."

Shit, shit. This is it. You're going to be fired. You know it. Why wouldn't you be? You've brought your chaos to work with you.

You minimize the window without responding and go back to your mortifying trance. You sit and stare at the blur of lines, only realising as a tears breaks free that you're about to fall apart completely. What did you do to deserve this?

Not just Colin, but Jonathan. You're too nice for your own good. From now on, you should just commit yourself to a recluse lifestyle.

Another message pops up, the red dot taunting you to open your teams. But it isn't what you expect. It's a new conversation, from the district officer. Oh, oh god.

You muster what little courage your possess and click the chat. You read the message slow, several time over to make it register. You're in trouble, a lot of trouble.

'I have been informed of today's events and have spoken with Mr. Pine. I expect you to find a quiet place for our call in fifteen minutes.'

You lean back, dizzy and breathless. Your chest is so tight you fear you might be going into arrest. Oh, shit!

"You okay?" Shari looks over from her cubicle.

You gulp and let out a gurgly 'mhmm.' You grab your phone and shove yourself out of the rolling chair. You scurry away without explanation and clumsily find your way to the employee bathroom, checking the stalls before locking the door.

You set your phone on the counter. If you'd just ignored it, none of this would've happened. It's your fault. All of it. You need to learn to read boundaries but set them too. You lost sight of them with Colin and didn't have enough with Jonathan.

Your phone lights up. Jonathan. Of course, he'll want to speak. Does he know about your meeting? You'll wait until you know if you still have a job to speak with him.

You look at yourself in the mirror and try to shake off your nerves. That pit in your gut tells you exactly how this is going to go. Well, you can at least be brave and face the end.

You swipe away the notifications without reading them. You sign into your work account on Teams and let yourself out of the bathroom. Lucy scowls just outside and you give her a sheepish look before fleeing.

You find an empty conference room along the next corridor and check the schedule hung beside the door. You jot in your name and let yourself in. You hunker down at the desk, gathering the last of your wits. This day just doesn't want to end.

If you had just kept it all inside, if you had just got over it, if you had avoided your overly interested boss, you could be going home in an hour with nothing more than a pan of frozen lasagna on your mind. That's not how it goes. As always, it must end in disaster. Just like that boy you thought you loved in high school, the one who never saw you against the wall, not until he wanted a laugh.

You take a breath and prop up your phone against a pen cup. You stare at the time, waiting as the meeting invite hovers before you. You tap it a few minutes before it's scheduled and sit in the waiting room. Dread rises to suffocate you, taking the air out of you as you prepare for the worst. You've always been good at that, you've come to expect it.

Tina Cazera, the District Officer, appears in her flawless contour on the other end of the call. You sit up and try not to let your doom burn through. You can't even smile, you're like a guilty dog, wagging its tail meekly in the corner. Two other squares appear on the screen as more members join the chat. You refuse to look at the bottom frame where Jonathan sits before the backdrop of his office.

"Alright," Tina begins, "I have invited Jeff, our HR representative to attend today to supervise this discussion. He will be documenting this meeting to make sure that we meet all policies and standards."

You nod and Jonathan grumbles his reluctant consent. You thought he'd already be talked to. You clutch your hands together tightly in your lap and push your shoulders back.

"So, I've spoken with Mr. Pine about today's episode but I think it's only fair to get everyone's story, and it would be required for the incident report," she explains, "so, you have the floor, miss, please explain what occurred today in the office."

You swallow and part your lips. How do you explain this without it all seeming insane? You close your eyes and concentrate, flicking your lashes up as you focus on the margin of the chat.

"I was working at my desk..." your mouth is dry, painfully so, "and my neighbour arrived and had an outburst. I understand that it was inappropriate but I didn't invite him there or even encourage him. I can't explain why he showed up but when he did, he said some things and Mr. Pine arrived and they... er... they got into it."

"Alright, let's go back, what were these things your neighbour, the trespasser, said?" Tina prompts.

"He... He just suggested that I... have an inappropriate relationship with Mr. Pine, but I... I don't. I didn't do anything--"

"He's been harassing the woman," Jonathan adds.

"Mr. Pine, you've had your say," Tina dismisses, "why would these accusations be made?"

You shrug. What can you say that won't immediately put you in it? You stayed over at Jonathan's and then he stayed at yours. Nothing happened but who would believe that? Especially when people like Shari could interpret your friendliness as more.

"I don't know. Like Mr. Pine says, my neighbour has been... bothering me and--"

"And how would Mr. Pine know that?"

"Well, I mentioned it," your lip trembles through your lies. Not exactly false, but some information withheld.

"You mentioned it amid what, a budget meeting?" She challenges and clears her throat. "We've evaluated this situation and we're already dealing with enough fallout from your previous boss' mistakes and in our review. We cannot afford another controversy."

You squeeze your hands, digging your nails into your nails. You frown and stare at your pathetic expression in the frame. You suck your lip in and shake your head.

"So, we've assessed the risk and the cost of this...unfortunate occurrence. We cannot afford to lose Mr. Pine. He has shown himself an asset to this company and has the credentials that would warrant only a slap on the wrist. But as you welcomed this into the workplace and have continually crossed professional lines, we would ask that you take a leave until we the ethics board can thoroughly evaluate."

"Leave?"

"Unpaid," she affirms, "effective immediately."

"What?" Jonathan hisses, "this wasn't her. It was that man--"

"Mr. Pine, please, you would only dig the hole deeper," Tina warns, "we recommend you clock out and go home, miss."

You're speechless. You expected it and yet it's still a punch in the gut. You can only nod and eke out, "yes, ma'am."

You dare to look at Jonathan, his forehead ripples with discontent as his lips thin. The call ends just as his eyes seem to meet yours and you're left in deafening silence. What are you going to do now?

💗

You wait until you're certain everyone else is gone. You can't bear to face them or your shame. You can just imagine Shari smirking at you.

When you do emerge, it's an hour after your usual time out. You creep over to your desk and sign out. You pack up your bag and keep your phone in your pocket. You've had enough trouble.

"Ah, there you are," Jonathan's timbre halts you as you head for the door. You pause and blow a deep breath out before you face him, "I was waiting to make sure you had a way home–"

"Yep, the bus," you cross your arms.

His brow arches and his lips twitch, "now, you know you shouldn't–"

"I shouldn't have let you help me so much. I should've taken care of myself and now, now I don't have a job-"

"It is only a leave," he counters.

"Easy for you to say. What am I gonna do without a pay cheque?" You stop and pinch the bridge of your nose, "don't answer that. Just like everything else, it's not your problem."

"Darling, I did try to plead your case. I assured them it was not anything you asked for," he strides past the other cubicles. You back away and adjust your bag, "you can't be mad at me, I can help–"

"You've helped enough," you throw your hands up, "I don't need it. Okay? I'm not as pathetic as you think I am."

"I never– I don't think that," he sputters, "surely, you must realise I think more of you than that."

"I don't know. I don't. I just need to be alone," you spin and storm towards the elevator.

"Wait, but what about Colin–"

"I'll deal," you swallow, stomach flipping as you recall the pictures he sent of your trashed apartment, "I am none of your concern."

"I am very concerned," he follows you.

You push the button to call the elevator and he turns, stretching his arm across the metal doors, blocking you. You huff and look away. You cluck then turn to stomp towards the stairs.

"He will be waiting for you–"

"And?" You hurl over your shoulder, "maybe he's what I deserve."

"You cannot–"

"You are not my boss anymore," you twist around to face him once again, "got it? I quit. I've caused enough problems. It's over. Just leave it."

He flinches, hurt painted across his features. You sniff and back away, pivoting slowly to push through the door to the stairs. He calls your name but you don't react, grabbing onto the railing and hurtling down the stairs

You don't need these men. They just bring problems. You're better off alone. You should've realised that earlier.

💗

Another nasty surprise greets you at your front door. To your relief, it's still on its hinges with some scratches around the handle from Colin's intrusion but intact. Across the wood is carved a single word; slut. You sigh and quickly hide yourself inside.

You realise only too late that you don't know if he's inside. The eerie silence of the building piques your suspicions. You keep a hold of your keys and flip on the light.

The place is tossed upside down. You can barely take a step without meeting a broken shard of glass or a torn page. Dishes, books, and other possessions litter the floor.

You make your way warily across the front room. This is what you're left with. No job, no friends, and soon, you won't even have this dump.

You grab the broom and continue up the hallway to your room. Nothing there or in the bathroom. No monster lurking under the bed or in the closet.

That can't be it. He ran into your work and made a scene, fought your boss. You know that's not it.

You go back into the front room and check the lock. It still works. That doesn't make you feel much better. If he got in once, he could get in again.

You're startled by a sudden banging on the other side of the door. Your heart hammers along with it and you peer through the peephole. Ally snarls back at you.

You center yourself as best you can and slide the chain into place before you open the door. Ally pushes from the other side as you keep your toe against the bottom. You don't even know where to start.

"Are you fucking happy?!" She hollers, "he's gone!"

"Wh-what?" You stammer.

"They fucking arrested him you fucking loser."

"I don't know–"

"I should drag you! He's spending the night in jail because you just had to get him worked up," she hits the door with her fist.

"Wha–" you blink in exasperation. "He– he did it. I didn't call the police. I don't even–"

"Whatever. You're full of excuses. You've always been so fucking lame," she blows a raspberry at you, "if I see you, don't say hi."

She kicks the door and yelps. She rolls her eyes and sneers, marching away with a limp and disappearing into her own apartment. You shake your head, confused but reassured that Colin's locked up. At least that's what it sounds like.

You close the door and twist the latch. You slide your phone from your pocket and search for a playlist. You'll be up cleaning all night. It should keep you from acknowledging the missed calls from Jonathan.

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blackjackkent · 11 days

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Broken Little Puppets

Pairing: Astarion & Karlach Characters: Astarion, Karlach Rating: Gen Content Tags: Dialogue-heavy, bonding, moving on, light angst Word Count: 1.8k Setting: Several days after Cazador boss fight, Lower City camp. Read on AO3 other bg3 one-shots | send me fic requests! Summary: Karlach supports Astarion after a nightmare about Cazador’s ritual - and gets a little support herself in return.

“Hey. Psst. Astarion– hey, hey!”

Astarion hears Karlach’s voice as if at a great distance. He is at the bottom of a deep black pool of reverie, trapped, drowning while still breathing. The world is far away, and the memories infinitely close, crawling across his skin.

Images flash through him with agonizing clarity. Some nights they are more indistinct, the accumulated recollections of years upon years of varying torments - but tonight it is almost as immediate as it was in life. The humming power holds him helpless on the edge of Cazador’s ritual circle, stripped of armor and weapons and friends and hope, feeling his master’s ascension starting to boil his blood with agonizing heat…

“No. No– please–” he whimpers, his head thrashing side to side. “Let me go–”

“Hey!”

The grip on his wrist enters the reverie and pulls. Another force trapping him, another surge of blazing heat. He jerks, lashes out blindly with his free hand, and his knuckles connect with a hard, solid jawline, sending a stab of pain through his wrist and up his arm.

“Ow! Fuck!” Karlach yelps.

Her voice finally breaks through the reverie, shattering it apart around him. His eyes snap open and he finds himself half-sitting up in his bedroll, looking at Karlach crouched in the tent flap. She’s holding her cheek with one hand and looks distinctly startled.

“What…?” Astarion mumbles, shaking his head to try and clear the lingering fog in his thoughts. “What happened?”

“Well, you punched me, for one thing,” Karlach says. Her usual grin, never far away, is already sliding back onto her face now that she sees him awake. “Didn’t know you had that kind of right hook, Fangs.”

“You never asked,” Astarion says, with a painfully transparent attempt at his usual cocky disdain. He sits up fully, rubbing absently at his stinging wrist. “What’s the idea, grabbing me like that?”

She shrugs, letting her hand fall. There’s a visible bruise already darkening along her jaw; he really did catch her perfectly square-on. “You were, uh, having a nightmare, I think,” she says cautiously. “Or whatever you call it when you’re an elf, doing your elf thing.”

“Elves don’t have nightmares,” he says curtly. It’s not entirely a lie - reverie is not sleep. It serves the same function, at least theoretically, but an elf in reverie is not unconscious and does not dream. He remembers, locked in meditative trance, everything that has ever happened to him, often in brilliant, visceral clarity. If only that truly meant there were no nightmares…

She shakes her head. “Well, whatever it was, you were - I dunno. You were… sort of whimpering, crying out. Sure didn’t seem like you were enjoying it.”

No. No, he most certainly wasn’t. It’s only been a few days since Cazador’s blood splattered over his knife and his hands and his face; those memories are still crisp and fresh, not yet melded in with the rest. “I’m fine.” He smiles thinly. “But thanks ever so much for your concern.”

“Uh huh.” She hunches forward, crouched on the balls of her feet, and rests her elbows across her knees. “You know that’s not at all convincing, right?”

He clicks his tongue and makes a show of rolling his eyes. “Oh, all right, fine, you’ve dragged it out of me,” he says. “It was a sex dream. Very intense, lots of… you know. Positions. Orgiastic debauchery. People hanging naked upside down from chandeliers. Good cause for whimpering, is what I’m trying to say. So unless you’d like to hear all the nasty details, maybe you could just see yourself out of–”

“Astarion.” She’s still smiling, but there’s no humor in it suddenly, just a sort of rueful sadness. “I’m pretty dumb sometimes, but I’m not stupid.”

His shoulders slump and he looks away from her, rubbing the heels of his hands to his temples. “Right. Of course.”

She settles forward into a more comfortable kneeling position. She’s so tall that her head still brushes the ceiling of the tent, her intact horn giving a gentle clink against the upper pole. “You wanna talk about it?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

She doesn’t make any move to leave the tent, and he doesn’t make any move to force her. They both just sit there, listening to the muted bustle of the city outside their alleyway camp.

After a while he speaks, low, almost inaudible. “I couldn’t possibly explain it,” he says, “in a way that would make you understand.”

“Try me.” She rolls her head to one side, then the other, stretching out the muscles in her neck. “Maybe I’d surprise you.”

“You’re young,” he says bitterly. “How could you possibly comprehend torments that operated on a scale of decades?”

She juts out her jaw thoughtfully. “I had one decade in the Hells. Feels like maybe that counts for something.” When he doesn’t respond, she goes on quietly, “I get nightmares too, y’know. Ten years in the Hells is no two hundred years in Caza-fuck’s dirty basement, but you still rack up a lot of bad memories. And Zariel was just as much of a cruel fucking prick…”

It’s pathetically obvious what she’s doing, of course. Talking first to get him to talk after. He’s not fooled. Sort of endearing, though, he supposes; how many people would actually bother to try?

“Woke up just last night absolutely convinced I was beating the shit out of a hezrou,” she goes on. “You ever see one of them? Nasty little brutes. Only I kept killing it and it kept coming back, and coming back, and coming back…” She stops abruptly, pulls her knees up to her chest and rests her chin on them. “Fucked up my pillow something good.”

He grunts noncommittally. Another long silence stretches between them.

“How’d it feel, killing him?” she asks abruptly. And this time her voice is quieter; it’s lost some of the note of friendly assurance.

He stiffens. “Surely you don’t need me to tell you what it’s like to kill someone,” he says sardonically. “I think we could both give a lecture on the subject that would put Gale to shame.”

“That’s not what I mean.” She frowns. “How’d it feel killing him?” The emphasis is clearer this time.

“Mm.” He gives her a keen look sidelong. “Rather the way it felt for you to kill Gortash, I imagine,” he says. “Though I think I managed it with more artistic flair. Really spattered the canvas, if you will.”

“Yeah.” She huffs out a breath, rattling her lips dramatically. “Watching you tear him up - it felt good. Wish I’d gone all-out like that, with Gortash. All I did was sink one good one right in his chest, but you left Cazzy just a piece of fucking meat. Shredded him. That’s the way it should be - for him, for Gortash, for Zariel, for all the fuckers who use people like that. Just a piece of fucking meat for some dog to chew on.”

Her voice has dropped lower, and he can feel the way the temperature in the tent has ticked up a notch or two as her engine starts to rev with agitation. “And even so…” she mutters sourly, “it still doesn’t fucking fix anything, in the end. Their final little laugh at our expense.”

He wants to object, to snarl out, like the wounded animal that he is, that of course it fixed things. He won. He’s alive (in a manner of speaking) and Cazador’s gone. He will never have to follow that bastard’s direction ever again, never again let his body be used, or be compelled to press a hot poker into his own flesh, or sit in solitary confinement while hunger gnaws in his belly like a furious beast. That is all over now, it’s done. It’s gone.

Except it isn’t, not really.

He is still a vampire. He will still never see his own face in a mirror again, or taste food as anything more than ash on his tongue. The scars on his back are still deep and harsh, spelling out an infernal message of ascension that has lost its only purpose. All the memories of two hundred years of abuse still linger in his mind, ready to be recalled in such clarity as if they happened yesterday.

And the hunger will never, ever, ever stop.

Nothing he did to Cazador changed that in the slightest, just the way nothing Karlach did to Gortash changed the inferno burning in her chest.

He shudders, his shoulders hunching up involuntarily as if recoiling from a blow. “No,” he mutters. “It doesn’t fix a damned thing.”

“Yeah.” She lets out a heavy sigh. “Shoulda seen the way I screamed in Hector’s face when I figured that one out. Still, at least they’re dead. And we’re free.”

“Free. Yes.” He laughs sharply. “Two broken little puppets with their strings cut.”

She grins - with no humor but with a sort of savage intensity. “And still managing to put on a pretty good show.”

“Are we?” For a moment the sardonic mask slips and he lifts his head to look at her. “I’m not putting on a good show - I'm lost. All of Cazador’s power was at my fingertips, and instead I’m sitting in a dirty alleyway listening to Minsc snoring from the other end of the camp. This is no good show. It’s a farce.”

She says nothing, just waits, and eventually he adds grudgingly, “But it's my farce.”

“Damn right it is.” Humor flashes back into Karlach’s face suddenly. “Besides, who doesn’t love a good farce? Mistaken identities, slapstick, dick jokes… the height of entertainment, if you ask me.”

Astarion can’t help a slight, crooked grin in return. Karlach’s indomitable energy is always infectious, even in the deepest depths of his brooding. “Darling, let me be the first to condemn you as incurably lowbrow,” he says airily, giving a dismissive wave with one hand.

“Listen, vampy, I don’t have the kind of time you do to worry about appearances.” She uncurls her legs slowly from her chest to a cross-legged position instead. “Funny thing, y'know. You’re gonna go on and on forever, and I’ve got a year left in me, tops. But we’re both fighting the same fight when it comes down to it. Staring down all that freedom, trying to force it into a shape that makes sense. Make something worthwhile out of it before it’s too late.”

Astarion draws his head back and looks at her suddenly as if seeing her clearly for the first time. His fingers fidget absently with the edge of his bedroll. “Well,” he finally says quietly, “I won’t give up the fight if you don’t, hm?”

Her eyes brighten and she laughs. “Got yourself a deal, Fangs.”

#reposting this without the ask context because i realized the ask was filling up the whole preview area on the dash lol #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #bg3 astarion #karlach #karlach cliffgate #bg3 karlach #karlach bg3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fanfic #astarion fanfic #karlach fanfic

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reji-z · 3 months

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Alright, finally I was able to write something after a long time of a writers block, also this is the first time I upload my stuff to tumblr so yeagh.

For a little of context this is in the spirit's eve of the second year.

It's also up on Ao3 here

First night

The meet-up at the saloon after the spirit’s eve festival is your favorite part of the holiday, everyone is in a good mood, belly full of Gus’s food and some are even slightly drunk already, some as in Shane and you.

You started getting closer to him this past month mostly because of your regular stops at Marnie’s ranch regarding your animals, although it’s hard to say if at some point they were more for catching up with Shane than anything else.

In the beginning it was just about the chickens and whatnot, but eventually you started to talk more, about other stuff, hanging out once or twice and just getting to know each other, and the more you knew him there was this weird feeling about him swelling up deep inside you, a feeling you were trying to hold back as much as you could.

But none of that matters right now, you are sitting next to him at the bar with a couple of empty glasses between you, in silence, just enjoying each other's company.

“So… today was fun, spending it with you, I mean” You break the silence, looking at your finger as you trace it on the rim of your empty glass and rest your head on your free hand “I … kinda have to go now, it’s getting late and i have to get up early tomorrow you know”

Shane turns his head at you way too fast, almost as if your words activated a directive on him “Can I go with you” As soon as the words leave his mouth he realizes what he just said and turns his head away, looking in front of him, at the shelves filled with bottles “I-I mean, if you want to… ”

Was the blush on his cheeks from embarrassment of asking if he could walk with you or just because the saloon was warm from all the people in it, probably the second one, right?

“Uuhhhh… Yeah, why not” you try to not make it obvious that the idea of walking with him late at night excites you, but it feels like your tone betrays you, and if he was more sober, he probably would have noticed.

It takes a while of sitting in silence before any of you finally gets up to actually get out of the establishment, he did first, and you followed him behind only standing by his side once you were both outside.

“So, your place first?, since it’s closer” You ask while turning your head to look at him.

“Sure” He turns to look at you too, and you can’t help but to stare at him, those weirdly charming green eyes draw you in, sitting above eye bags that seem to be permanently glued to him and below some of the prettiest eyebrows you’ve ever seen, and the way the light of the saloon windows lights up his whole face is close to divine, of course he noticed you were staring, and lifted his right eyebrow curiously, breaking you out of your trance and making you whip your head away, feeling your cheeks warm up as soon as he lets out a chuckle “Let’s go”

It was nice, really nice, not only because of the pleasing night breeze, nor the euphoria of the alcohol, but also because of him, walking by your side, it just made you feel happy, somehow, for some reason, a reason that honestly you didn’t want to get into right now.

It… was a short walk, way shorter than you expected, or wanted, now both of you under the ranch’s doorway, lingering, looking at each other, hoping to make these few seconds last an eternity, hoping to burn them in your mind to be able to recall them late at night, hugging a pillow on your bed that felt a little bit too big and too lonely for just one person.

At least that was your reason to stay there, leaving you wondering about why he was still there, why isn’t he turning the doorknob and entering his home to call it a night, why is he also looking at you, into your eyes, maybe he is also—no, that’s a dumb idea, he’s not into you like that, you guys are just friends and—

“Uuhhmm…. do you want to hang out a while more?” What? “I mean, if it’s not too late for you” What? “We can go to the pond right here or something” WHAT? Why is he asking to spend more time with you, and why does he sound nervous, and is he blushing? “Actually never mind, forget I said anything” shit, you are taking too long to answer and he’s backing up, it’s now or never.

“NonoIwanttodothat” shit, too eager.

He smiles, he doesn’t do that a lot, especially if it’s for other people, his smile gets bigger, you feel your heart skip a beat.

“Sooooo, to the pond it is” he says while still keeping eye contact.

“Actually I know a place” Do you?... Oh yeah you do “It’s this small part of the forest with a pond that’s hidden away, it’s pretty nice”

“Really? That sounds perfect, lead the way” another smile, you can feel your insides stirring around from the mere fact of him smiling because of you, wait, perfect? Why would he say that? No time to think about that though, he said yes, and soon enough you were walking to the secret woods, trying to not make too much noise, as if worrying about the critters noticing you.

Once you reached the path leading to the pond (and certain primate statue that you forgot to tell Shane about) you heard him gasp.

“Wow… I’m surprised I didn’t know about this place” He says while looking around.

“Nah, not really, it used to be blocked by this huge log of hardwood”

“And you cleared the path yourself?”

“Y–yeah” for some reason it’s kinda embarrassing to admit that, you don’t really know why

“Heh, you must be pretty strong then” huh? Is he… flirting? Probably not, ignore it.

It didn’t really matter that you didn’t answer, you were already standing in the entryway to the clearing, not really being able to see much in the dark.

“Wait here” you said before walking towards the torches you’ve left around the pond to light them up and returning to his side “So? What do you think”

The torches themselves reflected on the clear waters of the pond, the images flickering from time to time thanks to the movement of the fishes below, their light shining into it and making a faint glow all along the shore, and in turn, reflecting into Shane’s eyes, making their color shine brightly, pairing well with the greenery around you.

He turns around to look at you, his eyes still glistening, open more than usual “It’s really pretty” your heart skips a beat once again, you feel your cheeks start to burn up, he’s got to be flirting, right?

“I-I know right” you start walking towards the east side of the pond, hoping he didn’t notice your reaction “Come, let’s sit”

He followed behind you and placed himself to your left, as you lowered to start untying your shoes you hear him let out a scream and jump in place.

“FUCK! What IS that!” he points to your right, into the dark, and you don’t even have to look to know what he saw to start laughing at him, making him turn his head to you with a puzzled face “Why are you laughing?”

“Sorry…” It’s hard to stop the giggles to form a sentence “…It’s just an old statue of a monkey, i forgot to tell you about it”

He drops his arm and relaxes, lowering to untie his own shoes “God, it scared the shit out of me”

Now both of you had your feet inside the pond, swaying them back and forth, sitting next to each other, your hands so close together yet not touching, keeping just enough distance to not make things too awkward.

“So, what’s that statue doing here?” He asks while looking at the woodskips swim circles in the middle of the pond.

“No idea, it has a plate saying something about a search for something sweet” now you are looking in the direction of the statue, just barely being able to make out its shape, no wonder he got scared, it really looks like a monster from here.

“Huh” It’s all he says back, now both of you fall silent again, still the nice kind of silence, the one where the mere fact of you sharing this moment encompass any words anyone might be able to muster, the kind of silence you didn’t realize you were yearning for, the kind of silence that feels just right. “You know…” he breaks it, making you turn your head to him “… It used to be boring around here…” now he’s looking at you “…but you managed to change that”

“Y-yeah, well, I kinda need a change from my old life and…” now his fingertips are touching yours “…t-the whole farm in a small town seemed like that change”

His fingers are getting closer and closer to yours, getting on top of them, moving around playfully and so are yours, sort of intertwining them in a dance without rhythm, it feels nice.

Once again you find yourself staring at his eyes, and by god they looked even better now, you feel like you could just stare at them all day, stare at him all day, his eyes, his eyebrows, his hair, his nose, his cheeks, his… lips, at this point it was pretty much clear that you liked him, there’s no point in trying to shove down those feelings anymore, at least not now, not when his hand is on top of yours, his eyes fixated into yours, his whole body turning to face you as his left hand raised to hold your cheek.

Wait, you quickly glance at his hand with your eyes and then back at him, he’s still looking at you, and gives you a little smile, what is going on, weren’t you supposed to just hang out, what happened, when did this happened, how did it happened, does he really like you as well? If he didn’t then why would he be—

Your train of thought ends the instant his lips meet yours, you didn’t even notice him getting closer, fuck it, it feels nice, you close your eyes to properly enjoy it, his lips are soft, more than you’d expect from someone that is always drinking at least, they are also warm, sharing their heat with you, spreading it trough your whole body and converging in your chest, warming up a body you didn’t even notice was cold.

It really couldn’t get better than this right?, the guy you like kissing you in a secluded spot in the forest away from prying eyes and only both of you to bear witness to a thousand years old demonstration of one’s affection for someone else, wrong, it could get better, and it did when you felt his tongue poking at your lips, asking for permission to explore further, to feel more of you, and who are you to deny such kind request.

His tongue was slow, careful, maybe he was nervous, how couldn’t he, he’s been making all the moves since the beginning and you just can’t have that now, can you? So you took the lead this time, pushing your tongue into his to make it retreat into his own mouth to let you move around, faster, more aggressive, more needy, as if you’ve been craving for this since the very first time you arrived in town, which you may or may not have.

Your tongues were not the only thing moving around, you feel his right hand move from on top of yours to land at your knee, slowly moving up, gripping your leg at times, making you get more into the kiss, but this feels a little bit too much, too far, especially when he reaches your thigh and gets dangerously close to your crotch, a feeling that makes you break the kiss abruptly and lean back, both of your eyes opening as soon as the contact breaks, and what you see is Shane with a worried expression in his face, an expression that makes your heart sink, you hate that look on him and you hate even more that it’s because of you.

“I–I…” you finally open your mouth to say something “…sorry, It’s just–too much”

“Shit, sorry…” he looks so guilty “…of course I would go and ruin things right? God I’m so stupid”

“Nonono, It’s…” the words seem to be harder to come up with now, the whole build up of the feelings and alcohol catching up with you “…I like it, but not right now, not here” it kills you to say no but you really don’t want that “It’s fine, really”

You move closer to him, making him look in front of him once again so you can lean on him, your head falling slightly on top of his, trying to really show him that it’s okay and you are not mad.

He sighs, leaning more into you and, once again, sharing each other's heat, your bodies taking part of this give and take of energy.

“I guess we feel the same way then” you whisper, not looking at him.

He chuckles “I hope so, it would be really awkward if we didn’t” his comment making you chuckle too, this guy, you swear to god, but that managed to ease the mood, now both of you reveling in the comfort of knowing that your feelings were reciprocated.

But alas, no matter how sweet new love may be, it is still not sweet enough for a certain someone in a quest that didn’t seem to be any closer to end.

#reji writes #Shane sdv #i actually had fun writing this #wrote most of it between yesterday and today after having like one page of it laying around for at least since december #also if shane is out of character no hes not i just get him better than you /j #if there are grammar errors or such im gonna use the good old english isnt my first language to not worry about them #i did proofread it tho #also i dont really know if i actually did but i kinda try to make the farmers gender as ambiguous as possible #idk why i just like doing that ig #maybe to make it easier for the reader to immerse themselves or something #whatever #sdv shane #shane stardew valley #stardew shane #stardew valley shane #thats gotta be enough shane tags right?

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erdarielthewhumper · 1 year

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For @whumpers-monthly's prompt "Collapse"

Character: Meldie (OC) Word count: 2802 Summary: The mercenary company Meldie belongs to is decimated in an ambush and she is injured. She joins together with two other survivors, aiming to make their way to the nearest city. Tropes: Battle/action whump, arrow wounds, broken bones, stubborn whumpee, female whumpee, (technically also multiple whumpees). A/N: I have some thoughts for where the story goes from here, so if I have the energy and inspiration to, and if people seem interested, I may write continuation to this

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It was a shitty day to begin with. The mud was at places so deep that even the horses struggled, let alone the footsoldiers. They'd been marching since early morning; where they were bound, Meldie did not know and didn't care to ask. The company's captain ordered, and so she followed. So followed they all.

Right now she was helping push a supply wagon through the mud. On dry ground, the pair of mules harnessed in front of it would have had no trouble pulling it, but now it took the help of two strong warriors to move it at any reasonable place. And when it got stuck in some deeper mud bit, four more to help get it out.

She was sweaty, and exhausted, and very annoyed with the damned cart and the mud that had by now filled her boots. There was no room for thought in her mind, no room for vigilance. The only thing she paid attention was the drumbeat keeping pace, the side of the wagon against her shoulder, making sure the wheels moved forward after every step. She never even noticed they entered the canyon.

It wasn't the thunder of falling rocks that shook her from that trance. It was the screams that followed. Something swished right past her head. She looked, and saw a half-burned arrow sticking out of the tarp thrown over the wagon. The tarp was beginning to smoke.

The troops were in chaos, now. She heard one of the officers shouting orders, but could not make up the words from the general noise. More rocks and arrows rained from above. The edges of the canyon were high, the angle far too steep for the company to be able to fire anything back.

She threw herself against the canyon wall, hoping that the slight ledge just above would protect her from rocks. But she couldn't stay there, not for long. The canyon was a death-trap; she'd have to get out, that was the only way to survive.

Keeping near the edge, she darted forward, pushing the milling mass of other mercenaries out of her way. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a falling rock, and leapt aside just in time. Something else fell to the neck of a soldier a few feet away and exploded. Meldie was far enough that the fire did not scorch her, but she felt shrapnel clatter off her breastplate and stick into her arm. But no matter. She had to go on.

And then she came to the end of the canyon. It was cut off. Of course. Huge boulders and tree trunks were piled on top of each other. There were others already climbing it, trying to get away, but arrows rained on them. Bodies littered the obstacle, some dead, some dying, some still trying to crawl on. Others, still alive, were pulled down as their comrades grabbed anything they could reach to pull themselves up.

But Meldie was fast and agile, avoiding the grasping hands and kicking legs. She took care not to pull anyone else down herself. Her life wasn't worth that much more than theirs.

Finally she reached the top, and was about to begin the careful climb down. Something hit her hard in the thigh. At first she didn't even register the pain, just the impact, but that alone pushed her off-balance, and she lost her grip and tumbled down until she got caught in the branches of one of the trees in the barricade.

She struggled free and dropped the remaining distance to the ground. She got to her feet and ran. As soon as the canyon opened up to properly level ground again, she dove off the road, breaking through bramble bushes and the lash-like branches of young trees into the cover of the woods.

There she picked her path instincitvely, by the tricks that she had learned as a child long ago. The forest was old, the trees grew thick and shadowed the sun so that in many places smaller plantes couldn't compete and moving was easy. She found the paths made by animals and followed them, deep enough that she doubted anyone would pursue her.

Her heartbeat slowed again as adrenaline ran out. Pain returned, the ache of forming bruises and sting of little scrapes and cuts, and a stabbing pain in her thigh, so bad she could hardly walk anymore.

She looked down. The back half of a warbow arrow was sticking out of her right thigh. The blood-coated tip and a few inches of the shaft stuck out from the other side. Fuck.

She needed somewhere to stop and rest. The bubbling flow of a small stream somewhere not too far away came to her ears, cheerful and inviting. She limped towards the sound.

The stream's water was very cold, but it was clear and fairly clean. She fell to her knees beside it and drank.

But the wound needed attention. She shifted position, fashioned something like a tourniquet out of her belt, braced her back against a rock by the side of the stream, grasped the bloody shaft near the tip, and began to pull it out. It was slow work, and painful, but finally she got it out.

She cut the leg of her pants near the entry and exit wounds and washed them with water from the brook. The wounds on the skin seemed almost like cuts, thanks to the broad shape of the arrowhead.

She pulled on a loose thread on her shirt until she had gathered a good length of thread, and cut it off with a knife. The brooch that fastened her cloak was of elven make, one of the few such items she still had left, made of thin metal wire, but of material so strong it lasted just as well as the thicker wrought iron brooches many others wore. Carefully she began to tease the needle of the brooch off the rest of the thing, careful not to break or twist the loop that attached it, until at last the two pieces were separate.

She put her thread through the loop in the brooch pin and got to work stitching the wounds. Twice she blacked out from the pain, but at last she finished. It was crude, amateurish work, but it was better than bleeding to death.

And now, she had to find shelter for the night.

****

Elves need less rest than many other species, but nonetheless Meldie only woke at sunrise. She still felt exhausted. Everything hurt, from the arrow wound to the shrapnel cuts in her arm (they hadn't bled much so she'd just pulled out any pieces she could get a grip on and left it at that) to the various other scrapes and bruises. And she was hungry. Not that she could do anything about that; she'd thrown her pack on the wagon she'd been pushing forward, and hadn't thought to grab it when things had went to shit.

She wondered what had happened to their comrades. Had anyone else escaped? Had everyone been killed, or had some been taken captive?

She had liked the company well enough, and captain Raghesh was a good man. And she had sworn an oath of loyalty to it upon joining. Could she really abandon them all, like none of that meant anything? Could she go on her way and leave them to whatever fate had claimed them?

No. Of course not. She had to go back, at least to check to see whether there was anyone still alive that the enemies might have left for dead. And if there wasn't, well, she could always plunder what supplies remained in usable condition. She'd have more use for them than the dead did.

****

She hadn't really understood the magnitude of what had happened the day before until she returned to the canyon. Blood and scorch marks were everywhere, corpses still strewn about wherever they had fallen. It had been a massacre. Guessing by the amount of corpses she could see, at least half of the company of two hundred mercenaries had met their end here.

The barricade had been left where it was, and it took her an hour and a lot of swearing to get over it.

She went from body to body, but all were lifeless and long since gone cold. She took up a halberd from the hand of one, and leaned on it as she walked. Ten bodies, twenty, all dead, a few she recognized. She went on. Twenty-five dead, thirty, thirty-five.

One of the supply wagons, wheels stuck in the mud, was left fairly intact, and underneath it she thought she saw a dark lump. When she got closer and dropped to her knees by the wagon, she saw it was three figures. Two were still breathing.

The dead one was an officer whose name she couldn't recall. Half-elven, really quite young (or so Meldie thought; it was often hard to tell with those who were part elf and part something else) probably the typical story of a misfit bastard child ran off to the world to seek his fortune, but she'd never acually asked.

One of the living was Irk'adl, the second in command. Half her face was covered with burns, but Meldie could not at a glance see any other injuries. Her breathing was heavy, but regular. She was asleep, slumped against one of the wagon wheels.

In her arms lay captain Raghesh. His breaths came in harsh rasps. He was missing his chestplate, though the rest of his armor was still intact. His left arm was broken, twisted into an odd angle.

"Captain!" Meldie said urgently.

He stirred, opening his eyes and shifting to look at Meldie. The corner of his mouth twitched in amusement.

"Should've known that of all my soldiers, you'd manage to stay alive." Then his face darkened, and he glanced at the half-elf by his side. "Saran?" he asked.

Meldie shook her head quietly. Captain Raghesh closed his eyes and fell back down.

Meldie reached for him and pulled him out from under the cart. She lifted him up to the back of it, and began rummaging through the various packs and crates in search of medical supplies. It had clearly been plundered already, but she managed to find something that looked right.

"Poor boy", the captain said quietly. "I as good as raised him, you know."

"Saran?" Meldie asked, pulling out bandages and herb pouches.

"Mmh. Before I became a captain. Long before. I was in Lord Erril's army, back then", he said as if Meldie was supposed to know who he meant. "Had been, for a few years. I was a young man myself, but he was really just a kid. Took him under my wing. Showed him the ropes. Then Allorath fell, the war ended. But fighting was what we knew best. I didn't care to go back to the farm anymore, and I don't think he had anything to go back to. So we took our swords and our shields and went looking for whoever'd pay us to use them."

He went on, but Meldie barely listened. She eased his broken arm out of the armor and the arming jacket, set it as best she could and splinted it. His chest was dark with bruises, and from the pained breathing she guessed he had broken ribs, but there was little she could do at the moment.

"Do you know if anyone else here is alive?" she asked after a while.

"No idea. Probably not. They captured everyone, led them off. I think they took us for corpses. How did you survive?"

"I ran", Meldie confessed, grimacing.

"And you came back."

"I did. I can't forsake my oath so lightly. I had to see if anyone was still alive. I could go and check the rest of the canyon, to make sure."

Captain Raghesh smiled a little. "You do that. I'll wait here."

She found no one else alive. She also checked the carts and wagons for useful supplies while she was at it. They had all been ransacked, but a lot of the stuff was still there. The enemy had probably only taken such valuable and useful things as were easy to carry and they had need for.

So she took a crossbow for herself, and a quiver, and a larger sack of bolts on top of that. She took food, too, and a couple of filled waterskins. She found her shield, left on the half-burned cart where it had been, and strapped it to her arm.

When she returned, Irk'adl was awake. She'd gotten a small campfire going and was cooking something on it. She glanced up at Meldie, and nodded sharply.

"No one alive", she reported.

"Figured so", said the captain. "But I suppose it was worth checking.

"At least we know for sure, now."

Meldie dropped on the ground by the fire, grimacing as pain shot through her injured leg at the movement. Irk'adl handed her a bowl without a word. She'd made a sort of porridge out of dried meat and hardtack that had been broken into crumbs. Nothing fancy, but filling enough to keep them going for a while.

"So, what now?" Meldie asked after a while.

Captain Raghesh shook his head slowly. "The Crimson Gryphons are no more. It's over, there's no rebuilding the company from this." He lifted his gaze, and looked Meldie in the eye. "Lauremeldo Sunblade, I release you from your oath. You made it to me, but you made it to me as the captain of the Gryphons, representative of the mercenary company. I cannot hold you to it anymore. You too, Rigansdaugther Irk'adl of Greymountain."

"I'm not going anywhere for now", said Irk'adl with a grim but fond smile.

"Me neither. We might as well stick together for the time being", Meldie said. "But "Sunblade"? Wherever did you get that?"

"I know neither your kin nor your home, and I needed something to make it sound right."

Meldie shook her head. It seemed so pointless. But Sunblade it was, then.

****

They traveled northward for two days. There was a city there, and they still had enough money between them to probably get a room for a few nights from some cheaper inn. Meldie kept it to herself, but she also hoped the money would stretch to buying the services of some healer. Or that some temple in the city was inclined to charity. Captain Raghesh was in a bad way, and Meldie doubted he'd survive very long without help. And maybe a healer could keep Irk'adil from losing sight in her left eye completely.

Her own injuries she could manage with. Walking was very painful, and at the end of the day she was always left far more exhausted than she'd have liked, but she could manage. Even if she always felt like the injured leg was about to give out under her, well, she had the halberd to lean on, so she was able to go on anyway.

They'd probably get to the city within a day or two. Where then, that was another question, but it could wait until they were in the city.

Meldie was keeping watch tonight. Really, it had been Irk'adl's turn, but despite her exhaustion, Meldie hadn't been able to sleep from the pain, so she'd offered to keep watch instead. The campfire had gone out a while ago, and the cold wind made her shiver.

Something moved in the darkness. At first she just heard the rustle of bushes and saw a flash of movement. The second time she saw a humanoid figure.

"Who's there?" she called out.

No answer. The figure crept closer. She heard more rustling from other directions.

"Just so you know, I have a crossbow. Unless you tell me who you are and on what business, I will shoot!"

Still nothing. She waited a heartbeat longer, then seized her crossbow and fired. She heard a cry of pain, and at the same time, the rustling turned louder, into the sound of several people rushing at the camp.

"Ambush!" she cried, springing to her feet and hoping that was enough to rouse the others.

There was no time to load a second bolt into the crossbow, so she drew her sword instead and charged the first attacker she saw. She faintly registered that they had some kind of a uniform on, though it was too dark to make it out. Metal clashed on metal as her sword glanced off the man's armor. She brought her sword back and lunged forward, thrusting the sword into the open face of the helmet.

Pain lanced through her injured leg. She pulled back as her opponent fell, and whirled around, but halfway through charging at the next, her leg gave out. She collapsed to the ground with a cry.

She tried to scramble back up, but someone stepped heavily on her back. She tried to roll away or shrug it off, but didn't have the strength anymore. Then something hard hit the back of her head and everything went black.

#whumpers monthly #issue no 12 #whump #whump fic #fantasy whump #elf whump #nonhuman whumpee #female whump #female whumpee #my writing #my ocs #wounded #stubborn whumpee #meldie

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Rebound_

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a/n: Elena leaves Mystic Falls after Alaric and Jo's wedding. After travelling for a while, she ends up in New Orleans as a certain Original vampire needs her as she has traveller magic. Also, she didn't take the cure. She is still a vampire.

New Orleans

"So, you're staying here now? Working as a bartender?" Caroline said to Elena who served her a drink.

"I just like it. It's fun. And I'm enjoying myself. It's all about adventure, remember?" Elena said.

"I'm sorry to cut this short, but we got to go back to Mystic Falls." Stefan shot in, apologizing for the interuption.

"What's happening?"

"Julian managed to trap Damon's soul with the Phoenix stone. We need to get back by dawn with the this basilisk stone to Bonnie to bring him back." Stefan said.

Caroline turned to Elena, shrugging with her shoulders. "And I thought we would have this weekend without the heretics drama."

"You can stay." Srefan said.

"I can't. Bonnie will need me. I have a feeling this is not going to be an easy battle. But I will be back." Caroline hopped off the stool.

Stefan nodded a bye to Elena and exited Rousseau's.

"So, we don't have time to talk Elijah and you and the non-event."

"It's too complicated." Elena mutters.

"Oh, please. You want him. And I saw the way he checked you out when we were in that Bayou negotiating about the Crescent wolf blood." Caroline said.

Elena went quiet. She recalled Elijah locking his eyes with hers, even though it was for a few seconds.

"Don't let Hayley get her paws on him again." Caroline said.

"She is married to Jackson." Elena said, shaking her head a little.

"She only married him to get those wolves upgraded. Trust me, she's got him wrapped up around her finger. All of them actually. If you ask me, I wouldn't wait." Caroline said and hugged her friend goodbye.

As she saw her friend and her ex drive away, she sucked in a deep breath and made her way home.

Things with Elijah were complicated, and that was an understatement.

Flashback

A few days ago

Elijah stood a heart's beat away, his dark eyes probing into her soft brown ones, transporting her to the moment she had first met him. But this time it was different. This time, her feelings for him ran deep. She bit a silent gulp back. Her gaze drifted down to his full lips.

She felt her heart stop as he dipped his head and captured her mouth with his.

Bang.

Her brain, her heart. Everything was on fire.

The kiss was hot and hard. She opened her mouth to him, and lost herself to the taste of him. His male-scent was overwelhming, sending her into a maddening heady trance. Desire bubbled in her veins with every stroke of his tongue against hers.

Kissing him was like free falling. She shuddered, everything inside her melted as she leaned into him.

And then - he broke the kiss, releasing her and backing up a step.

Elena swallowed hard. The kiss lingered with her still so vividly.

"I need you at the bar" Camille came up to Elena, breaking her thoughts.

A couple of hours later, she knocked at the door of Elijah's study in the Mikaelson Compound before she entered.

"Hello," Elijah said turning to face the brunette, putting the book on the desk, "I was about call you."

"Yeah? Why? Something happening?" Elena said.

"I have to go to France. Well, we need to go. I will need you to open a door."

"France? What's going on?"

"There's this little town called Manosque. Very important scrolls are hidden in a Chateau not far from it." Elijah explained.

"Ok. When do we leave?" Elena wondered.

"Tonight." Elijah said folding a paper. "A drink? I know you have served a thousand drinks today, and I guess you had not had a moment to have one."

"No - yes, I'd like a drink." Elena accepted.

"I'm afraid it's only Bourbon neat." Elijah said and poured them both a drink.

A stiff drink was what she needed. Taking a good sip, she felt her nerves subside. The Bourbon worked its magic. Taking another sip, she met his gaze. His warm chestnut eyes expressed a strange kind of calm, but she could see that behind it he struggled to keep his composure.

She sharply moved her head, as if she was stung looking out into the night.

Clouds drifted away from the full moon, drenching the room with soft lunar light. Like compelled, she stood staring at the silver disc, closing and opening her eyes, a shiver ran right through her.

"I'll go and get a few things. I'll meet you at the airport." Elena suddenly turned, setting her glass aside.

"We depart 1. 15 a.m." Elijah said as he took a good glug of the drink.

"Right. I'll see you there." Elena nodded a little.

"Elena" Elijah said, making her stop and spin in her rock stud Valentino heels.

"Elijah" she muttered, her eyes sparkling quizzically at the Original.

"Nothing" Elijah backtrackted.

"No. Say it. It's about the kiss. And not the one in Willoughby, but the one after the kidnapping and Klaus interrupting us. Don't sweat. I know that

your emotions are all over the place cuz you're still not over Hayley and you feel that you're rebounding and using me and that it's not fair on me."

"Yes." Elijah said in a low voice.

"Like I said, it's ok. I totally get it. No big. So, now - let's get to Manosque and get those scrolls." Elena said and exited.

Elijah's heart burnt. He felt this electrifying, intoxicating feelings coursing through his veins when he was around her. But he feared that it wasn't enough. And sex without love to keep the bond strong would ultimately damage whatever they have and he believed that it could not ever be repaired.

Elena deserved more. And his heart was too bruised to give anything more at this very moment.

Leaving the study, he went to prepare for the trip.

_to be continued

#elejah #elena gilbert #elijah mikaelson #fanfiction #au #alternative universe

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aweirdfan101 · 2 years

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Hello, how are you these days? I have just came back from school to see your latest post where you request for asks and I got one! Can I request vtsom ficlet with Vincent seeing chaotic good fem!reader as younger sister again? The idea is reader who's few years younger than Vincent, told him that she have a date tomorrow with a man. When Vincent ask her, reader just smirked and said that she will keep his identity secret with a blush on her cheeks as she can't stop thinking about the man. Then, she said "If you wanna know so much, maybe you can spy on us during the date" as joke but let's say Vincent took it seriously. As day comes, Vincent spy on her sitting alone in restaurant waiting for the man and he finally come sitting front of her. It turns out the man she liked is Albert Krueger. How will Vincent react? Feel free to reject or change certain parts!

Of course dearie! I’m so sorry this took so long! I really hope you like this! Also, this was a really funny request! It made me laugh!

About: Fem!Reader goes on a date with Albert Krueger and Vincent finds out! Vincent also sees reader as a younger sister and she’s chaotic good! (Read ask for more info cause I didn’t list everything.)

Type of writing: Fanfiction, crack

Warnings: Vincent saying he’ll rip out Albert’s heart is he break yours!

Characters: Vincent, Fem!Reader, and Albert Krueger

Excuse me, what? (Vincent x Fem!Reader!Platonic seen as younger sister, Albert Kruger x Fem!Reader!Romantic)

Vincent Edgeworth POV

My footsteps were quiet, or at least that’s what Y/n always told me. But in my opinion, her’s were quieter. You could never tell if she was behind you preparing to scare you. It was odd because she hadn’t tried to frighten me yet, but to be fair, even when she tries she always fails.

However, when I entered the tiny room with my bar I saw her sitting down on one of the bar stools looking deep in thought. Was that.. was that a hint of blush on her cheek? “Y/n?” She snapped out of her little trance and looked at me.

“Yeah Vin?” I didn’t mind the nickname, but I pretend to hate it to entertain her. “What did I say about calling me Vin?” “C’mooonnnn! I know you like it!” She laughed a little, “But really though, what did you need?”

“Well, you seem to be deep in thought and I was wondering what you were thinking about.” A smirk spread across her face as she began to talk, “I’ve kept this a secret but I guess I could tell you. I’ve been planning a date with a guy, and the date is tomorrow!”

My eyes widened a bit, but immediately questioned who it was she was going with. “With who?!” “Oh chill out, I’m only a little younger than you y’know. Also, if you really wanna find out how about you spy on us during our date!”

A day later still in Vincent’s POV!

I don’t know if she was serious or not, but either way I need to know who it is. All I know so far is that the person is a he. She’s leaving soon so I have to be quick with this. I don’t even like that she’s going on a date in this first place, but it is her choice I guess..

They went to a fancy restaurant and I hid out at one of the tables. I see her wave at someone, the guy’s coming. My eyes widen as I see who it is. I couldn’t help but shout out his name out of disbelief, of course, catching Y/n’s attention.

“VINCENT?!” Y/n and Albert yell my name. “Out of all people you want to date it’s him???!! Why??!!” “That doesn’t even matter Vin! Why are YOU here?!” I try to reason with her saying how she told me to, which she replies it was a joke.

Albert was laughing the whole time and didn’t really seem to mind. He only seemed a little upset that I crashed the date. Truth be told though, I wasn’t that upset that it was Albert Krueger though. He was never exactly bad or rude to Victor and me during college.

Y/n was..upset to say the least. But she was happier when she realized I was fine she went on the date with Krueger. I don’t talk to him much but..I’ll trust him with Y/n’s heart. And if he breaks hers, I’ll rip out his.

#vtsom vincent #Vtsom #albert krueger #Albert Krueger x reader #fem!reader #sister reader #vincent edgeworth #therapy with dr albert krueger

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Mad Obsession

Characters: Max x OC character, August, OC side characters

Warnings: smut smut smut, obsessive and possessive tendencies, dark topics discussed, abus!ve tendencies, stalker vibes.

~~~~~chapter 1 {part one}~~~~~

Aria Winters was a writer. She worked everyday at various locations.. coffee shops, libraries, parks. She had piercing blue eyes, the kind that when they meet your gaze they knock the breathe right out of you. She had long brown hair that most of the time was kept tied back out of her face in some hairstyle or another. She kept a simple routine; work, grocery shop, go home, sleep, repeat. Max had studied her and her life to a T for the past two months, from the moment he first laid eyes on her he knew he had to have her. But this time, this time was going to be different. This time he wasn’t going to be so careless, he wasn’t going to mess up and lose focus and become sloppy with his watching. That’s all it was to him harmless watching for the woman he was destined to be with. He had fallen for Aria instantly, and they’d never even spoken to one another.. Max had made sure of it. He stayed hidden in the shadows and away from her enough to where she wouldn’t catch on that she had someone following her.. that is until her asshole landlord kicked gave her less than a months notice to find a new place. In the middle of New York, where she hasn’t been very long Aria began looking any and everywhere for a place to live. Max knew this, of course.. so he coincidently placed Ads of his new open apartment for rent in all of her favorite hangout spots. Aria had been having no such luck with her apartment hunting so she figured she’d give this ad a shot. She called the number and waited as the phone dialed, it picked up instantly before the first trill of the line ringing could be heard. Max answered quickly, like he’d been doing for any phone call he’d received for the past week waiting for her call, each time he had been disappointed until he heard her angelic voice speak after he answered his phone. “Hi, my name is Aria.. I got this number from an ad about an apartment for rent.. does that happen to still be available?” She asked softly, her tone hopeful. Max is almost at a loss for words, her voice having him in some kind of trance for a few moments, before her voice once again breaks him out of his wandering thoughts, “Hello, y-yes the apartment is still available. It’s 1 bed 1 bath, rent is 800 a month, utilities not included. You’re more than welcome to come by and give it a look if you’d like?” Aria practically jumps for joy hearing that it was still available, there was only about two weeks till her current lease was up and she’d become frantic worried she wouldn’t be able to find an affordable place to live. She knew living in New York, places were being filled up like crazy all the time. “That’d be amazing, what’s the address? And what time works for you?” The smile could be heard through her tone. Max couldn’t help but smile himself, trying to stay focused from the obsessive thoughts in his head about her even from something as small as hearing her voice. “I am free now- I mean if that would work for you.” He quickly says, “Address is 5187 N Kingston st.” His deep voice drawls out. Aria nods, “Perfect. I’ll be there soon.” She hung up the phone, before grabbing her purse, she knew most landlords needed paperwork and social security card and paystubs and stuff like that so she made sure she had it all with her. She stuffed her keys into her purse as well as her phone before taking a cab to the address he had said. After stepping out of the cab, she stood on the sidewalk her eyes wandering up the side of the tall building. It had character and looked much nicer than all of the apartments she had looked at before. She entered into the main door and her eyes wandered around the interior as she walked not realizing she wasn’t paying attention to where she was going until she bumped directly into a tall man. Her cheeks reddened slightly a bit embarrassed by her own clumsiness. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t even watching where I was going.” She laughed a little bit, stepping back from the man she’d ran into, her eyes taking in his handsome features.

#the resident #jdm #jeffrey dean morgan #the resident fanfic #smut

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angel-inked · 2 years

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Whiteout: origins, Chapter nine "Growing closer" Prt, 2

Happy WIP WIP WIP Wednesday!

Honestly, I feel like the way I write the vegimals is really cute

And yes, I'm writing fanfiction for a British cartoon

I'm such an adult 🙃

Taglist: @vvkingofgaybisciutsvv @thequeenofthewinter *if you'd like to be tagged send in an ask*

(Captain's pov)

It's dark, dark like the midnight zone. Every way you look is nothing but void, you can't tell which way is up or down, left or right. Yet, a strange sense of calm can be found amongst the pitch darkness. I turned and saw a lone jellyfish, glowing turquoise in color. As I turned away from the jellyfish, I was suddenly surrounded by them. A loud beeping filled my ears, my eyes blinked open. "Another dream.." I thought, glancing at my obnoxious alarm clock. Suddenly, the screen on my octocompas went static, after a moment the faint outline of a face could be made out. a cheerful voice came from it "you wanna see my head come off?". Then, I woke up, actually woke... I think.

I stood from my bed and went over to my desk, I pulled a sketchbook Tweak gave me out of a drawer and just started drawing, without putting much thought into it. I'm not sure how much time passed but my ringing alarm clock brought me out of my trance. I glanced at the time and back at my drawing, the unsettling face that had appeared on my octocompas. I sighed, closing the book, noting in the dream my alarm clock beeped even though it's not that kind of clock. I zipped up my uniform and put on my cap, making my way to the HQ.

"Hiaya ca- are you alright?" Tweak asked, as I entered the room, eyeing me knowingly. "I've been better" I sighed, taking a seat next to the rabbit, the raspyness of my morning voice breaking through my words. "I can tell" Tweak mumbled before biting the end off her morning carrot. Tweak turned her gase to the ocean, I stared at the floor in front of me. "Are we awake?" I asked after several minutes of silence. "Yeah.. why?" Tweak replied, confused. "Just checking" I explained, looking towards the octoalert. I stood from my chair and picked up a clipboard from the control panel, taking up my usual post in front of the octoalert.

(Tweak's pov)

Barnacles stood near the octoalert with his back to me, this is... this is concerning.. and confusing.. all at once. What's going through that bear's head? What happened? What's causing him to act like this? I don't know, most likely another nightmare. I sighed, pushing myself up onto my feet.

(Captain's pov)

Mindlessly going through a checklist, mentally and physically. This has become force of habit, making sure everything is in order. Suddenly, a pare of familiar arms wrapped around me from behind. I turned around and wrapped Tweak in a bear hug, as she buried her face in my chest. A thousand words were said, without anything being said at all, without breaking the silence between the two of us. Amazing how just a hug can say so much without saying nothing at all

Tweak pulled away, looking up at me with worry in her eyes. "I'll be alright" I assured her with a soft, if somewhat forced, voice. "That's what you always say" Tweak countered, a soft tone lacing her voice as well. Why? Why does she have to be so right? "What else is there for me to say? When someone asks how are, you're expected to say you're fine" I replied. Tweak stared and shook her head, "you could tell me how you really feel, burying it only makes it worse" she explained. I looked past Tweak, into the deep blue. Weirdly hyper aware of my breathing and the rising and falling of my chest.

A small bump brought me out of my thoughts, the small bump was caused by Tweak. She wrapped her arms around me once more, pinning my right arm to my side. I placed my free paw on Tweak's shoulder, looking down at the floor.

Well, this is quite the way to start a morning, innit?

(Kwazii's pov)

Captain's acting weird today, so I've gone to the one bunny who knows the captain almost better than he knows himself, Tweak! "Hiaya kwazii" she smiled, as I front flipped into the launch bay. "Ahoy matey" I waved, walking up to her. "Let me guess, you wanna take the gup-B out for joyride" Tweak remarked, placing her wrench back in it's loop on her toolbelt. "Actually, I wanted to ask you about the Captain" I explained. "You noticed it too?" She asked, giving me the ol' side eye as she polished the gup-A. "Another nightmare is my guess" she explained, not giving me a chance to answer. "Nightmare?" I exclaimed, balling my paw into a fist and pressing it against my chest. "Yep. I won't go into too much detail but I will say this is unfortunately a fairly frequent occurrence" Tweak replied.

I was silent as Tweak continued to work, nightmares are no fun... and I should know. "Blast ye scurvy foxs" I murmured, staring at the water in the "bay" part of the launch bay. "What?" Tweak asked confused. "Nothing" I replied quickly, putting my paws behind my back. "Hmm" Tweak hummed suspiciously. "I'll uh.. let ya get back to work matey" I explained, backing away slowly before running out of the room.

(Tunip's pov)

Tweak shook her head as Kwazii ran away, me and the other vegimals looked up at her in confusion "Y'all's guess is as good as mine" she explained, taking a much-needed carrot break. Carrots are alright, I prefer fish biscuits. Tweak walked to her workbench and started working on blueprints, I.. waddled? Walked?, I'm not sure what you call balancing on the ends of your fins, oh well! I moved toward Tweak and babbled something to her, hopping she would understand at least parts of what I was saying. "Huh?" Tweak asked, squinting her eyes in confusion. "Hmft" I huffed, I pulled out a picture of Shellington that I always carry with me. "Oh, okay. You can go ahead" she explained, finally understanding. "Vegimals, move outa" I chirped, mimicking Captain Barnacles. The rest of the vegimals saluted me and followed me out ot the launch bay and to the lab, to find Shellington!

#wip wip wip #octonauts #this story is wild #captain barnacles #hope you enjoy

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hypnomastersworld · 2 years

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Trigger Reinforcement: Blank

Snap> Blank, Blank, allow my voice, to pull you down, down into relaxation, focus not exactly on, what I’m saying, just on listening, letting my words, enter your ears, slip past your conscious mind, allow them to slide into your subconscious, <snap> and sink fall deeper, deeper with every word, becoming more, and more blank, feeling my words, warm you, and relax you, now I’m going to do a simple, breathing exercise, and I’d like it if you would, follow along, I’m going to countdown from 10, and when I reach zero, you’re going to be so very, very deep, deep for me, and deep for yourself, but darling, just do whatever feels most comfortable, whatever will take you the most deep, to the most relaxed comfort, if at any point, you just want to blank out, and close your eyes, feel free to ignore what I’m saying, and just simply listen, and absorb everything I have to say, the deeper you go, the more powerful the following content, will be, the more of an effect it will have on you, have on you when you trance out, and listen to my files, so relax, Breath in on the even numbers, and out on the odd numbers, in, and, out, fall into comfort, and relaxation,

10, breathe in <inhale sound> allow my words in, with every breathe,

9, <exhale sound> breathe out, let your thoughts, leave when you,

8, breathe in <inhale sound> my words, entering through, your ears, through your lungs,

7, <exhale sound> breath out, more and more, thoughts leaving,

6, <inhale> breathe in, with every breath in, with every word, you let it, you become, more and more, relaxed

5, <exhale sound> with every breath out, you fall deeper than, you were before, letting more, and more thoughts, just fade away

4, breath in <inhale sound> with every breath in, taking in my words, words of comfort, words of relaxation

3, <exhale sound> breathe out, more and more, thoughts fading, more and more, blank, relaxation,

2, breathe in <inhale sound> simply just relax, be at peace,

1, <exhale sound> breathe out you should be slowing down, mind becoming more still, with every thought, leaving through your, breathing, 0, <inhale sound> breathe in, now simply, darling, just breathe normally, relax, and listen, sink into the chair, or bed, wherever you are, feel so comfortable, and fall deep for me, we’re going to go through, what’s known as, a body scan, pay not too close attention, or get caught up on the specific details, if something doesn’t quite line up, everything is fine, just listen to my words, carry you down, down into blankness, and down into trance, starting at the furthest most extremities, the digits of your hands, tips of the fingers, the very ends of your toes, feel them grow heavier, become more relaxed, feel warm and comfortable, like letting the stress, just fade right out of them, feels so good to just, let your poor toes, your fingers,have a well deserved break, feel the warm feeling, the warm relaxation, the well deserved break, just radiate out, into your palms, the backs of your hands, into the base of your wrists, from your toes, into your feet, warming your heals, and up into your ankle, stress fading away, warmth in your wrists, and achilles tendon, just be so relaxed darling, sink into your furniture of choice, fade, sink, blank, go deep for me love, and allow the stress to fade, perhaps imagine a masseuse, gently thumbing the stress out of them, as you focus only on the words I’m saying, letting the stress fade, letting you sink so deep, darling, relax, maybe let a blank smile form on your face, smiling is far more relaxing than, many other facial expressions, it uses far fewer muscles than frowning, as only an example, smiling is good, smiling blank, smiling blankly is even better, feel the same warmth you felt, felt in your fingers and toes, radiated out, from the tips of your nose, into your face, and smile blankly, or simply relax, allow the stress, to fade out, out of your face, and just be still darling, let the worries of the waking world, fade out of your face, the troubles of the day, just fading away, with every breath out, your thoughts go, feel the warmth in your ankles, spread, spread out to your calves, and up into your thighs, legs getting heavier, sinking into the bed, or chair, your furniture of choice, warmth spreading up, into your arms, slowly but surely, into your elbows, up your upper arms, and into your shoulders, every passing second you, just feel so much more, relaxed, and deep, than you were, were a moment ago, now that feeling, the warmth of relaxation spreading, up into your torso, from both sides, from your thighs, into your gential region, from your shoulders into, your back, and it feels so good, you feel so relaxed, comfortable, and most importantly, safe, I like my subjects, the ones who listen to my files, to know that they are safe, and welcome, and if at any point, they want to, they can turn off the file, and take a break, do whatever is that they need to do, I make this file in a service, to share a special relationship with you, that warmth spreading now, into your chest, and up into your stomach region, to meet and spread into each other, enveloping most of your body, toes, feet, legs, torso, arms, shoulders, hands, fingers, they all feel so very safe, relaxed, warm, and comfortable, my words enveloping your body, you slowly mentally slowing down, slowing down into safe relaxation, and bliss, it feels good to relax, and simply listen, <snap> blank, deep, down, sink,

I got a little off topic, I hope you’re so very relaxed, and comfortable, fall deeper for me dear, now I’m going to countdown, down from 10, and when I reach zero, you will be as deep as you’ve, ever been, then I’m going to take you deeper, with every number I say, that warmth will slowly, spread up from your torso, the lovely enveloping, blank relaxation, spreading up from your torso, into your neck, and eventually up into your head, to join the relaxation, the relaxation from the tip of your nose, into your lovely blank smile, into face, and then to make its way, way inside your head, through your pores, through your ears, just feeling so relaxed, allow my words, my words to envelop your whole body, in sweet, comforting relaxation, relaxation and bliss, darling,

10, feel my words, slide up, slide over your body,

9 the warmth of them, bringing you down,

8, down, down into such a relaxed,

7 relaxed blissful state,

6, the flow of them guiding you, guiding you with their

5, their ebbs and flow, pulling you down, down into blissful trance,

4, warmth spreading from your neck, into your face,

3 warmth making its way in, into your head, and you feel so blank,

2, blank and relaxed,

1, relax, simply feel at peace, sink into the bed, allow my words to envelope you,

0, <snap> deeper, as deep as you you’ve ever been before, sink deep, down, blank, allow my words to guide you down, down into trance, into relaxation and bliss, <snap> wide awake <snap> -deepener-

back down, down deeper than you were, were just a moment ago, imagine yourself, me turning a dial, right now the dial, resting at a simple 3, you’re as deep, as deep as you’ve ever been, been before, in tranced out bliss, every word, taking you down, down into tranced out, tranced out, sinking, falling deep, continually, as deep as you’ve ever been, into warmth, warm blankness, allow my voice, my voice to carry you, carry you with its ebbs, its flow, down deep, I’m turning the dial up, the numbers symbolize, symbolize how deep, you can be, and how deep I’m going to take you, how deep, how blank you can be,

4, feeling thoughts fade, if you think of something, just let it pass, it probably wasn’t important anyways, let not the worries of the waking world, stir you, rile you up, you’re so relaxed why bother, just sink, sink deep, deeper for me darling, allow yourself to fade, fade deeper with every word, ever word takes you deeper, deeper into relaxation, into relaxation and bliss, into blank, blank relaxation, blank bliss,

5, you’re even deeper, what I didn’t tell you, with every number of the dial, you fall, fall 10 times, 10 times deeper than you we before, 10 times more blank, 10 times more deep, more deep with every number, 10 times more deep with every word, as I take you down, you are safe, allow my words to be your guiding hand, taking you into comfort and bliss, feel the words carry you, envelope your body in relaxation, you continually falling, falling into blank relaxation, 6, down 10 times further than you were before, 10 times further into relaxation, 10 times further into blank, blank bliss, when you listen to my files, you go blank, you blank out, trance out, whatever you call it, sitting, or laying, docile, and accepting, accepting of the words, the words, the web I spin, I spin a web, web of comfort, web of blank, blank, blank bliss, and you fall 10 times deeper, deeper than you were before, with every spin of the dial, every notch of the dial, every word I say, takes you down, deeper than you were before, you’ll never hit bottom darling, and that’s alright I’m here, my words are here to guide you, and should you, should you hit bottom you’ll be caught safely, in the web I spin, with my words, the net, it’s a safety net there to catch you, and you’re free to move, mover whenever possible, there’s nothing stopping you, other than how comfortable, how relaxed you feel,

7, 8, So many numbers, so many words, carrying you, pulling you down so very, very deep, deeper than you’ve ever been before, more blank, more thoughtless than you’ve ever been, just fade, more and more, more into relaxation, allow my words to guide you down, 9, 10 times more deep than you were, not at the last number, at the last word before the last number, each word carrying you more deep, more deep than you were before, my words also comforting you, enveloping you with a kind warmness, and feeling of positivity, darling you go so very deep, so very deep for me, so blank, so blank for me, simply because you love the way, the way you feel, 10, you love the way you feel, 10 times deeper than you were before, you love the way you feel, when you blank blank, blank, trance out, trance out to my files, the way you get to take a break, a break from the worries of the waking world, the way you let my voice carry you down, and you get to relax, it feels so very nice,

Now darling that you’re, as deep as I can possibly take you, given my skill level as a hypnotist, believe me darling, I’ll always be trying to take you deeper, deeper with every file, I’m here to guide you, and service you in this special bond we share, this special bond, as hypnotist, and listener, I’m going to install a trigger, it's a trigger if you’re at all, at all familiar with my work, will totally click, just it’ll all make sense, I mean I use this trigger, all the time, in almost all of my files, I’ve even used it many times, many times in this file already, and you already know, from the title, from the description, which trigger it is, but you still want to hear me say it, say it over and over again, so you can affirm it to yourself, I want you to repeat after me, “blank” “I feel so blank” “so thoughtless” “so blank” excellent, now simply listen, allow my words in, if you can visualize them, do so, if not, simply blank, blank out, and allow them to, guide you down further, as you blank out, and simply allow them into, into your subconscious, I’d like you to envision, visualizes if you will, a blank notebook, or simply just a book, it could be published or unpublished, it’s really up to you, whatever feels right to you, that’s all that matters, I’m here to guide you, now visualize yourself, staring blankly, reading the notebook, the notebook, is so blank and empty, the notebook is symbolic, symbolic, a symbol of how, how blank you are right now, as you allow my words, to ink it in, and how suggestible you become, as you read your blank notebook, allow my words to rewrite how you, how you perceive certain words, how you’ll respond, respond when I say certain words, here in these files, these files you keep coming back to, how you’ll respond to “blank” it’s such a “blank”, empty word, it perfectly describes you, how suggestible, how you feel, when you fall under trance, and listen to me simply speak, I could be saying anything, your conscious mind “blanks out” when you listen to me, and everything I say just slips right past, right past your “blank” blank obedient mind, resistance completely absent for my words, for my voice, as I guide you, carry you deeper, the word “blank” the trigger have you, is also symbolic, every time you hear it, hear it exclusively from me, and you are safe to do so, you feel the urge, no you’re immediately pulled, pulled as deep as you are, as you are right now, and every time you listen, listen to this file, fall so deep for me, blank out so far, so far out, in blissful trance, the more of an effect, the more of an effect, “blank”

the more blank, the more docile, and accepting, to suggestions, the more the trigger, itself has an effect on you, when I say the word “blank” you’ll be pulled back, as deep as you are right now, staring, visualizing yourself looking at a blank notebook, as I fill the pages in with what you want to hear, what your subconscious wants to hear, the epitome of trance, as deep as you can possibly go, as deep as you want to go, and you allow me to put these suggestions, suggestions deeply embed within you, every time you listen, listen, every time you hear the word “blank” you will be blank, and unresponsive, it’s as if you’re there, and no one is home, but I will say one thing, because I want you to be safe, if there is an emergency, you will instantly, without any effort be pulled out, pulled right out of trance, to take care of exactly, whatever it is you need to take care of, because I care about each and everyone, who listens to my files, this is a safety built, built directly into the trigger, because I want you to be safe, if there is an emergency, you will instantly, without any effort be pulled out, pulled right out of trance, to take care of exactly, whatever it is you need to take care of, because I care about each and everyone, who listens to my files, <snap> wide awake <snap> back down, blank, <snap> blank, <snap> as deep, as blank, as you were a moment, ago, when you hear the word blank, you will blank out, as blank as the notebook, blank and empty, thoughtless, and docile, you fall deeper with every word, every time you listen, the word, the trigger, “blank” the trigger, embed in so many of my files, will grow stronger, every time you hear it, flip the pages darling, each page, you flip through, is another word, another instance, of the word blank, another instance of the trigger, the trigger blank, now I’m going to countdown, from 100, and if for whatever reason you can’t remember, all of the numbers, then that’s fine darling, I want you so blank, so blank you can’t recall all the numbers,

100, being blank means you are so very suggestible,

99, being blank means you are blank,

98, being blank means you are as thoughtless, 97, as thoughtless as a blank notebook,

96, simply allowing my words,

95, to pass right into your blank, subconscious, 94, my words with slipping right past, any resistance you have,

93, because the resistance is as blank,

92, as blank and as unresponsive, as the notebook,

91, blank and docile,

90, just listen to my words,

80, being blank, as blank as you can be, right now, means you are so very, very suggestible, being blank means, you are accepting to the things I’m saying, being suggestible doesn’t necessarily mean, gullible, now darling, if I were to say something, something you didn’t agree with, even though I’ve gotten you to such a suggestible state, you could very well just simply ignore it,

70, darling you’re so suggestible, you place a lot of trust, blank, a lot of trust in my voice, in these words, as I carry you down, sink, time and time again,

60, the trust, the faith you put in my words, the words that make you as blank, the words that ink in your blank, suggestible notebook, the words that carry you down, in these files, the words that take you deep, you trust them, if I were to say something, something you disagree with, you could just turn the file off, <snap> blank

40, darling, can you remember the numbers, from 60 to 40? or are you so blank, so trusting of the voice guiding you down, that you just forgot, either way, remember them or not, my words, still comfort you, pull you further into blank, blank relaxation, with every number, every time I say the word “blank” if you are safe, you’re instantly pulled back, back into this “blank” “blank” suggestible trance, and you going willing, if weren’t safe to do so,

30, if you weren’t safe to blank out, the trigger would simply, simply have no effect, no effect at all,

20, so blank, so suggestible, blanker, blanker with every instance, every instance of blank, sinking in deep, embedding itself, embedding deep, so very deep, deep into your calm, relaxed subconscious,

10, blank out for me darling,

0,so very blank and suggestible, now darling, simply repeat after me, either in your head, your blanked out, blank mind, or out loud if you can still manage it, if you can do neither, if I’ve really made you THAT, blank, then simply listen, “I am as blank as I can be, when I listen to Hypnomastersworld I blank out, when Hypnomastersworld my hypnotist says, ‘blank’, I’ll be pulled right back, right back into this blank trance, this blank trance, as deep, and as blank as I, as I am right now” excellent, now affirm this to yourself, blank, blank, blank, blank out darling, -awakener- I’m going to count up from zero, and when I reach 10, you will be so very wide awake, and so very, very functional, zero being the most blank, the most willingly, the most suggestible, as deep you are right now, with every number, every word from here out, in the rest of this file, my words will carry you back up, back up to the waking world, where when I reach 10, you’ll be able to function, and take care of all the things, all things in the world, that you need to take care of, whether that be to take care of some, self-care related things, to go work, to do whatever, or simply just fall asleep, 0, Feel words, carry up, the furthest most appendages, 1, fingers becoming more light, more able to move,

2, that sensation, the wakeful sensation, I’m igniting in you,

3, carries out, out to the rest of your body,

4, to your legs, to your thighs,

5, to your arms, to your palms, up into your shoulders,

6, becoming more awake, thoughts coming back, back in your brain, your mind,

7, feeling so good, so relaxed, yet so awake, so functional,

8, even more awake, than you were before, my words carrying you up, with every word,

9, almost completely awake, thoughts returning totally to normal, eyes being able to blink, open them,

10, Wide awake, so functional, now I hope, I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself, and do listen again, whenever you feel the need, to seek reinforcement of the trigger, I won’t drop here, you’ll need to come back and listen, again to hear me say it.

#brainwashing #hypno slave #hypnodoll #hypnokink #hypnosis #hypnotist #hypnotized #hypnotized girl #mind control #trance

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lighthouseborna · 2 years

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(Prompted in the sense that I asked for gestures of affection) || @piraticblood

A year to the day after being freed from the Dutchman, Will can be found staring blankly out of the window at the rolling seas, apparently deep in thought. When Henry approaches he snaps out of the trance, and pulls his son into a warm, silent hug, resting his cheek against Henry's hair.

Anniversaries aren’t new to Henry. As a point of fact, it had been difficult, in his youth, to go more than a handful of weeks without some annual event rearing up to remind him, one way or another, of the scattered nature of his family. Holidays and gatherings. Events and celebrations. It had not made them all things of sadness. He remembered a vast majority of them, especially those of his early youth, with the warm, golden haze of happiest childhood. A gift, he’d realized in later years, that a great deal of effort had gone into. Always, though, they had contained a simple fact: another year. Another holiday marching past. Another birthday gone. Time marching on, indifferent to who was or wasn’t there to bear witness.

Somehow, the way it wasn’t personal at all had always made Henry feel worse about it all. If they had somehow made an enemy of time, given it reason to be cross, to punish them, it might have been easier to understand. As things stood, time lacking any agency to give years with malice, the main comfort became the same as the wound: time marching on. Each new year meant he was older, bolder, and more certain he could –and would– enact change.

So this? It is not ...entirely new. Years have always held days of measured distance. The difference, now, is that the ‘if’s and the ‘someday’s have been supplanted by the view from the other side of a finish line, transforming them into ‘then’s and ‘yesterday’s.

And with that shift, doubt. Misgiving that used to be a veritable stranger, but has entered definitively into the status of an acquaintance of his in the last year. (The sort that failed to notice it had overstayed its welcome.) When Henry sees Will standing at the window looking over grassy waves to untamed waters and the empty horizon... he doubts. Hesitates at a sheltered distance, half hidden by a doorway to watch. A portrait of a person looking at a person looking at something else.

Is he looking for something? Or called by memory? What is it that is louder, today? ...Does he miss it? There was a certain gift to it all, Henry supposed now. He’d never been able to before, never had more regard for it than curse. But now there was space to see it differently. There was grace to being untouched by death and free to journey beyond it. To have all the time he could ask for with his own father, Henry’s grandfather, who no longer belonged on the shores of the living. Further still the means to influence that tide of change — within his rights to catch a drowning boy and send him back home to his mother instead of onward to the next journey. Is it a thing to miss? In the end, even with the doubt lounging loudly nearby, there is only one way to know, really, and that is to ask.

After a handful of moments spent wondering and hesitating and watching, Henry takes a slow step forward. Then another. In no time at all it snowballs into an approach that, gentle as he strives to be, seems to break something. Shatter some tension or another in a way that gives Henry the impression he startled his father. But if he did, it does not seem to be a sore thing. He is simply folded into a steady embrace. Not like any of their reunion hugs, those brief, crushing catches that had been fit to bruise, trying to compensate for the scarcity with ferocity. No: this is soft and, by now, quite familiar. Warm and sheltered. Easy to fall into and return. Henry is pulled out of spectating, out of the tension he had not even realized was accumulating in his shoulders until it was brushed aside by his father’s arm.

#IC.#piraticblood #this took me so long but im so ;lke;gkjsd;lkfmLsd;fkng;elkjg;sldkjfg about it like #;klfjs;lekngv;sng;lksjrtg;lkjg

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blackjackkent · 11 days

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>:3 I've come from A03 and see Requests

I humbly suggest camp shinanagins while Tav/Hec™ is away

(including Karlach?:D)

Or - if more serious

I think it's pretty neat alot of the companions literally reflect the same themes of abuse at the hands of people in charge

I'd love to see Astarion and Karlach or Karlach and Shadowheart or Karlach and-

Jokes aside, honestly any pair realize/talk that out a bit

Hey anon! TYSM for the requests. <3 You sent these a while back so I have no idea if you'll see this but I hope you will. c: I went with the serious prompt first but I will be coming back to the more light-hearted prompt very soon!

Broken Little Puppets

Pairing: Astarion & Karlach Characters: Astarion, Karlach Rating: Gen Content Tags: Dialogue-heavy, bonding, moving on, light angst Word Count: 1.8k Setting: Several days after Cazador boss fight, Lower City camp. Read on AO3 other bg3 one-shots | send me fic requests! Summary: Karlach supports Astarion after a nightmare about Cazador's ritual - and gets a little support herself in return.

“Hey. Psst. Astarion-- hey, hey!”

“No. No-- please--” he whimpers, his head thrashing side to side. “Let me go--”

“Hey!”

“Ow! Fuck!” Karlach yelps.

Her voice finally breaks through the reverie, shattering it apart around him. His eyes snap open and he finds himself half-sitting up in his bedroll, looking at Karlach crouched in the tent flap. She's holding her cheek with one hand and looks distinctly startled.

“What…?” Astarion mumbles, shaking his head to try and clear the lingering fog in his thoughts. “What happened?”

She shakes her head. “Well, whatever it was, you were - I dunno. You were… sort of whimpering, crying out. Sure didn’t seem like you were enjoying it.”

“Uh huh.” She hunches forward, crouched on the balls of her feet, and rests her elbows across her knees. “You know that’s not at all convincing, right?”

He clicks his tongue and makes a show of rolling his eyes. “Oh, all right, fine, you’ve dragged it out of me,” he says. “It was a sex dream. Very intense, lots of… you know. Positions. Orgiastic debauchery. People hanging naked upside down from chandeliers. Good cause for whimpering, is what I'm trying to say. So unless you’d like to hear all the nasty details, maybe you could just see yourself out of--”

“Astarion.” She’s still smiling, but there's no humor in it suddenly, just a sort of rueful sadness. “I’m pretty dumb sometimes, but I’m not stupid.”

His shoulders slump and he looks away from her, rubbing the heels of his hands to his temples. “Right. Of course.”

“No.”

“Okay.”

She doesn’t make any move to leave the tent, and he doesn’t make any move to force her. They both just sit there, listening to the muted bustle of the city outside their alleyway camp.

After a while he speaks, low, almost inaudible. “I couldn’t possibly explain it,” he says, “in a way that would make you understand.”

“Try me.” She rolls her head to one side, then the other, stretching out the muscles in her neck. “Maybe I’d surprise you.”

“You’re young,” he says bitterly. “How could you possibly comprehend torments that operated on a scale of decades?”

He grunts noncommittally. Another long silence stretches between them.

“How’d it feel, killing him?” she asks abruptly. And this time her voice is quieter; it’s lost some of the note of friendly assurance.

“That’s not what I mean.” She frowns. “How’d it feel killing him?” The emphasis is clearer this time.

“Yeah.” She huffs out a breath, rattling her lips dramatically. “Watching you tear him up - it felt good. Wish I'd gone all-out like that, with Gortash. All I did was sink one good one right in his chest, but you left Cazzy just a piece of fucking meat. Shredded him. That’s the way it should be - for him, for Gortash, for Zariel, for all the fuckers who use people like that. Just a piece of fucking meat for some dog to chew on.”

Except it isn’t, not really.

And the hunger will never, ever, ever stop.

Nothing he did to Cazador changed that in the slightest, just the way nothing Karlach did to Gortash changed the inferno burning in her chest.

He shudders, his shoulders hunching up involuntarily as if recoiling from a blow. “No,” he mutters. “It doesn’t fix a damned thing.”

“Yeah.” She lets out a heavy sigh. “Shoulda seen the way I screamed in Hector’s face when I figured that one out. Still, at least they're dead. And we're free.”

“Free. Yes.” He laughs sharply. “Two broken little puppets with their strings cut.”

She grins - with no humor but with a sort of savage intensity. “And still managing to put on a pretty good show.”

“Are we?” For a moment the sardonic mask slips and he lifts his head to look at her. “I'm not putting on a good show - I'm lost. All of Cazador's power was at my fingertips, and instead I'm sitting in a dirty alleyway listening to Minsc snoring from the other end of the camp. This is no good show. It's a farce.”

She says nothing, just waits, and eventually he adds grudgingly, “But it's my farce.”

“Damn right it is.” Humor flashes back into Karlach's face suddenly. “Besides, who doesn't love a good farce? Mistaken identities, slapstick, dick jokes… the height of entertainment, if you ask me.”

Astarion can't help a slight, crooked grin in return. Karlach's indomitable energy is always infectious, even in the deepest depths of his brooding. “Darling, let me be the first to condemn you as incurably lowbrow,” he says airily, giving a dismissive wave with one hand.

“Listen, vampy, I don't have the kind of time you do to worry about appearances.” She uncurls her legs slowly from her chest to a cross-legged position instead. “Funny thing, y'know. You're gonna go on and on forever, and I've got a year left in me, tops. But we're both fighting the same fight when it comes down to it. Staring down all that freedom, trying to force it into a shape that makes sense. Make something worthwhile out of it before it’s too late.”

Her eyes brighten and she laughs. “Got yourself a deal, Fangs.”

#bg3 #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion bg3 #karlach #karlach cliffgate #karlach bg3 #bg3 astarion #bg3 karlach #astarion & karlach #bit shorter than my usual one-shots but i kinda like how this turned out c:#sometimes i really enjoy just bouncing different character voices off each other #starting to get more of a handle on astarion's voice i think

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shrapnelsong · 2 years

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@glttony asked: " Dear me it's not a time to cry. Only weak people give up for their emotions. "

Tales of what lies in the forest reach far and wide, growing horns and wings of their own with each retelling, repelling and attracting adventurers in equal measure. Having grown up nearby, she knows the forest well, by reputation and acquaintanceship. Alice has traversed its labyrinthian pathways in relative safety several times. Doing so requires having respect for the entity that is the forest itself, as well as the acknowledgement of its inhabitants. And perhaps the setting aside of one’s ego also helps. Her strategy is to have a singular focus in mind and not stray from it. Today; however, she does not have that luxury.

Her objective is a flower, one that blooms deep within the trees - its pearly white petals almost aglow against the backdrop of its sunless enclave, its sweet calming scent deceptive in the way it masks the deadly poisons hiding in every part of the plant. This particular flower also happens to be the basis for the perfume most favored by her late mother. Try as she might to keep her head above the surface of her emotions, she is well aware that the familiar smell of it will bring to shore all the memories she keeps largely at bay. And for the beings and creatures that shadow the footsteps of every foreign body that enters their domain, that is too good an opportunity to pass.

Still, she needs to do this, and with a deep breath, Alice crosses the treeline. Since she cannot avoid the thoughts, she carries them instead, singing one of her mother’s songs in the privacy of her mind while she follows the unbeaten path to where she knows the flowers grow. The first hint of their perfume hits her like an avalanche, breaking her concentration for a second too long and halting to a stop.

Her consciousness gets hijacked, the pervasive spell combing through the gardens of her memories to pluck a picture perfect figure of her mother and paint it right in front of her eyes. It should have her immediately going on the defensive, followed shortly by a rebuttal, but the sight of someone she’s loved so dearly and hasn’t seen in so long makes her hesitate.

It is a voice that snaps her back to reality, yet, at the same time, threatens to pull her under even further. Once she’s out of the trance, it takes another second for his words to sink in and trigger the realization that she is indeed crying. It’s been so long it feels almost foreign, and she wipes the tears away with the heel of a hand. “Thanks for the advice.” Is all she can think to say while still readjusting to having her senses overridden. One thing is abundantly clear: whatever first caught her in its trap does not compare to the man standing before her now.

“How can I repay you?” She believes that she would have been able to break free eventually, but perhaps not unscathed. His aid certainly didn’t come from the kindness of his heart, but it saved her regardless. And even if it had been selfless, she does not want to owe anyone anything, least of all someone with a voice that sounds as enticingly sweet as the blooming flowers around them smell.

#glttony #;Kuya #like a writing desk #[ unprompted ]#- helloooo #- sorry for the wall of text skjdfhsd #- i went to reread his bio and i'm one of dem GOTTA SET THE SCENE for inbox memes kinda gal skdjfds

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ilici · 3 years

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bfb.

Summary: You grew up with Dream and Drista your whole life, but as you got older you soon realized your feelings towards Dream. (You are 19 in this and the reader is female for the plot)

MINORS DNI

Warnings: oral fixation, dumbification, choking

Word Count: 2234

Sighing, Y/N looked at Drista then towards her tv, “Hey Drista?” Y/N asked, gaining Drista’s attention.”Yeah Y/N?” She asked, looking over at her best friend, “Does it bother you that your best friend is like 6 years older than you?” They asked, and Drista frowned once she heard the words. “No I like it a lot, I grew up with you and saw you as an older sister to me. You are always there for me, and you can even pick me up early from school so that’s a bonus.” Drista laughed as the last part left her mouth, which caused Y/N to softly punch her arm. “Can I ask you something and you not laugh at me?” Y/N asked, and Drista made a noise, shifting around so that they could face one another.

Y/N took in a deep breath, and looked at the younger girl, “I've known you and Dream all my life, but around the age of 17 I started to realize my feelings for Dream were a bit different.” She explained, stumbling over her words a bit scared of how Drista would react. “I know, I can tell by the way you look at him.” Drista explained, which made Y/N relax a bit, “Is it that obvious?” She asked worriedly, and Drista shrugged, “Maybe to me, but boys tend to be oblivious.” Once the words left her mouth, Drista gasped, “This is like that episode of Victorious!” She said excitedly, and Y/N furrowed her eyebrows throwing her a confused look. “You know the song BFB?”

Y/N slowly nodded her head, and Drista groaned, “You’re about as dumb as a pig.” She complained, “BFB means best friends brother.” She said, making exaggerated hand movements. “Oh yeah.” Y/N laughed, and softly pushed Drista, “I swear you are a nerd.” She said, causing the younger to giggle. Shaking her head, she got up, “You have school tomorrow, so you need to sleep. It’s two hours past your bedtime. Your mom would kill me for letting you stay awake this late.” Y/N said, and Drista pouted, “Fine.” She said giving up, “I’m going to go take a shower, and I’ll be back. I will try not to wake you if you are asleep by the time I get back.”

Nodding her head, Drista switched the movie over to Princess and the Frog, turning her lamp off on her bedside table. Y/N walked over and grabbed a pair of clothes from her closet as she practically lived there. Walking out, she mumbled a ‘goodnight’ to Drista as she turned around she slowly made her way to the bathroom. Putting her clothes in the bathroom, she walked downstairs into the kitchen to get a glass of water. “Thirsty?” A voice spoke up making Y/N yelp and jump. “Holy shit Dream. You scared me you dick head.” She mumbled shoving him, as he was leaning against the counter. “Why were you even standing in the dark you weirdo.” Y/N said, getting a glass cup, getting some water.

Dream watched her movements, and he shrugged to himself, “I have this kitchen memorized like the back of my hand. There’s no need to turn on the light.” He explained, and Y/N was now facing the sink, finishing up her glass of water. “I suppose that’s true.” She said nodding her head, pouring the rest of the remaining water out and put the glass in the sink. As she was about to turn around, she felt his body against her backside. Gulping she kept her eyes glued to the window where she could somewhat see their reflection. “Don’t you want somebody to love?” He whispered, moving Y/N hair over her shoulder as he wrapped his fingers around her throat.

Freezing, Y/N felt herself melt at the gesture, her eyes locked with Dream’s reflection on the window, the only light source being the light above the sink. “What makes you think that?” She asked, trying to keep her voice at a confident tone. Dream chuckled, leaving one hand around her throat, while his free hand reached up grabbing a handful of her hair pulling it back roughly so her head was leaning back. Wincing slightly, she bit her bottom lip not allowing herself to make a sound. “So you’re telling me..” He whispered, leaning down so his lips were right next to her ear.

“You don't want me to just fuck you senseless right here, right now?” He asked, and Y/N felt her entire face flush. “What are you saying right now?” She asked embarrassed, and Dream chuckled darkly, tightening his grip around her neck before he let go, and released the grip on her hair. “You’ll see with time princess.” He whispered ghosting his lips over her exposed neck, which caused a shiver to go down her spine. She finally let a whimper escape, “Dream..” She whispered and turned around to see he had left already. Soon it hit her like a brick, she blushed madly and her heart raced.

“What the fuck just happened..” She mumbled, steadying herself on the counter. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she moved her hand up to touch her neck, where his hand once was. Groaning, she shook her head, “Fuck you for messing with me.” She said, frustrated by confusion and touch deprivation. Walking up and into the bathroom, she started the shower and slowly stripped of her clothes. Getting inside the shower, her body relaxed as the heat consumed her. Letting out a content sigh, her eyes shot open when she heard someone enter the bathroom.

“Dri?” She asked, not daring to look out in case she would lock eyes with the green eyed boy she once saw in the kitchen. “Yeah?” The voice of Drista spoke up, letting out a sigh of relief she relaxed instantly, “What are you doing?” She asked and Drista cleared her throat, “I overheard Dream talking to who I assume was George and Sapnap. But he said that you and him had an interaction in the kitchen.” Drista said, and Y/N instantly tensed up at the reasoning. “What did you hear?” She asked, and Drista shrugged even though Y/N could not see her, “Something about you and him bumping into one another.” She said, and Y/N was thankful Dream didn’t go into detail with his friends.

“Well I am going to bed now.” Drista said, walking out, “Oh hey Dream.” Y/N heard as the door was being shut, Y/N couldn’t help but feel on edge. Her body was craving for Dream to touch her like that again, but she refused to believe it. Hearing the bathroom door open again, this time the culprit tried to make it as quiet as possible. “Having a nice shower princess?” His voice ricocheted off the walls of the shower, and into her ears. Shivering even though her body was under scalding hot water, she looked over his outline visible through the shower curtain. “What are you doing in here?” She asked, her voice wavering a bit from both excitement and fear.

“I also needed a shower, and I figured why not save water?” He said, alarmingly calm. As soon as the words registered through her brain, the shower curtain opened. This wasn’t the first time Dream and Y/N were close to having sex it almost happened when he was 20 and Y/N was 18. They had gotten into an argument which led to a heated makeout session, which they both agreed to forget. “Dream!” Y/N shrieked when she saw his body come into view. Her entire body froze, as her eyes just took in his bare body. “Like the view? It’s not the first time you’ve seen it. Or the second, or third.” He said, grabbing her hips pulling her towards him.

Yeah they’ve made out and saw each other naked multiple times, some accidental. But never did she think this would be happening, “I will not touch you, or anything without your permission princess.” He whispered into her ear, and Y/N felt her insides melt at his words. She wanted this, she has for quite a while. Dream has too. But he had patience, but he was no longer patient once he overheard their conversation about him earlier when he was on his way to the kitchen. “Please Dream.” Y/N spoke up, knocking Dream out of his trance, and a smirk found its way onto his features. “As you wish.”

Turning her around he shoved her onto the shower wall, and she leaned against it for support. “Your safe word is Dove.” He said slowly, as his hands trailed over her wet body. He moved over a bit, so the water could hit him as well. “I will then ask for your color. Green means keep going after a short break, and red means stop completely, okay?” He explained, and Y/N nodded her head. He slowly and teasingly trailed a hand up, and wrapped his hand back around her throat, “Will you be a good girl and keep quiet?” He said in her ear, and Y/N nodded her head, “Yes sir.” She said, and Dream growled at the name. “Good girl.” He said, and slowly he used his free hand to finger her so she could be prepared.

Moving the hand up, he tapped her lips as he inserted two fingers into her mouth, “Suck.” He ordered, and Y/N happily obliged since she loved to have things in her mouth she could chew or suck on. Sucking on his fingers, he slowly removed them from her mouth. Moving his hand back down, the other hand still wrapped around her throat. Slowly he inserted one finger, and she let out a quiet moan as she bit her lip. Slowly he started moving his finger in and out, loving the way her body reacted to it. She wasn’t a virgin, she had lost it when she was 17 with some random guy at a party. Picking up the pace, he slowly inserted another finger, and she bit her bottom lip to hold back the moan.

Picking up the pace of his fingers, he started to curl his fingers searching for the certain spot. Y/N accidentally let out a loud moan when he hit a spot that sent pleasure everywhere throughout her body. Dream smirked once he knew he had found it, “Quieter princess.” He warned, and she nodded her head leaning it against the wall. Thrusting his fingers quickly, making sure he repeatedly hit that spot, she found herself growing close to her climax. Dream noticed this by the way her legs started to shake, and he slowly pulled his fingers out. He licked them clean, and she whined at the loss of pleasure. Smirking, he grabbed his dick aligning it to her entrance.

Slowly he inserted the tip, and kept going until he bottomed out. Y/N winced from how big he was, “Fuck..” She whispered, in both pain and pleasure, “Please move.” She begged, and Dream knew she wouldn't be able to keep quiet by how she reacted when he entered her. Moving his free hand up, he forced his fingers into her mouth, instantly letting them go to the back of her throat. She gagged around his fingers, as he started pounding into her. Letting out choked moans on his fingers, she felt tears rolling down her face. It was mixed with the water from the shower head, on her left side and her tears. Dream picked up the pace, pulling her body back against him so he could see her fucked out face. Groaning once he saw the tears, and her crossed eyes, he moved his hand from her throat down to play with her clit.

Getting overwhelmed with the sensation she felt herself grow close again, Dream on the other hand didn’t care if she made noises now. He wanted to hear her, he quickly pulled his fingers out of her mouth and held her steady by her hip with his other hand. Y/N felt herself cum on his dick, and Dream felt her clench around him making him hiss at the feeling. He kept pounding into her, making her grow overstimulated. Screaming out, she grabbed his wrist that led to the hand that was toying with her clit. Digging her nails into his wrist, her eyes rolled back and she started babbling out incoherent words, “Is my princess fucked dumb? Is my dick so good that she can’t talk?” He cooed, feeling himself growing closer. Y/N nodded her head, moans and blabbering was the only thing she could let out. Pulling out quickly, he felt himself cum on her ass and some on her lower back. Groaning he leaned his head back and bit his bottom lip. The water was now getting cold, so he quickly cleaned her up and washed her hair, and body before he got out drying her off as she was clearly out of it.

Dressing her, he himself quickly got dressed carrying her to his room. Laying her down, he laid beside of her and wrapped an arm around her waist, kissing her neck softly. “Goodnight princess.” He whispered, and Y/N tiredly mumbled it back.

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