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pettyprocrastination · 1 year

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The Revenant Wife

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of grief and death.

Summary: Ellie knows very little of Joel and even less of the wife he had before the outbreak. When she finally meets you, its just as much as shock to her as it is to your husband.

Word count: 1.6k

Note: ficlet is based off of this previous post about Joel getting separated from his wife during the outbreak and assuming you died until you find one another years later. Reader is described to look like Sarah. Title came from the ever lovely @djarin-junk <3

Tagging those I think would enjoy: @pedrostories @thesadvampire @joel-mlller @softanon @max--phillips @captainsamwlsn @hooplahoopla @moondirti

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Ellie didn’t know that Joel had a wife.

Granted, she didn’t know much about his old life at all.

She knew he built things. That he had a brother named Tommy and a daughter named Sarah, but didn’t like to talk about the latter that much. In one fleeting conversation, full of mumbles as her eyes began to close while they rested under the night sky she heard him mention you but was far too gone to truly hear what he said. Nothing more than the vague rumble of his voice saying “my wife” before her eyes opened once more.

“You’re married?”

She asks with such incredulous shock it sounds more like “somebody married you?” but girls at her age hardly ever have filters.

“I was.”

There’s the same bristle in his throat and far off look in his eyes as when she first asked about his daughter. An open answer but one that carries enough unsaid to tell Ellie of your fate. To warn her that she should change the subject or simply shut her mouth and go to sleep before plucking his raw nerve one too many times until he snaps-

“What was she like?”

But Joel learned early on that Ellie wasn’t one to follow warnings.

“Kind.” His breath stutters. “But not a pushover- she didn’t take shit from anybody.” He stares up at the sky, feeling his chest grow tight and fingers twitch by his side until there’s a rustling, the girl next to him rolling over to face him and he turns to find Ellie peeking out from her sleeping bag with a smile.

Damn this girl.

“Not even from you?”

Joel scoffs. “Especially from me. The amount of times she gave me and Tommy and earful-” he shakes his head, Ellie watches a smile grow on his face in silence, as if worried she may frighten it away.

“Did she cook?”

Ellie thinks of the stories the older kids would tell her. The ones who remembered life before the Outbreak, who told her of freshly baked pies on weekend and fluffy pancakes in the morning.

Joel remembers the first time you tried to bake him a cake for his birthday back when he was sixteen. How he opened the door to your forlorn face and a store bought sheet cake in your hands because as your mother told him over the phone, you damn near burned the whole house down trying to bake for him as a surprise.

“From time to time.”

There was only so much she could get out of him before his voice became clipped and eyes full of an emotion she didn’t quite know the name of that he told her to get some rest. Leaving her with nothing to do but to stare at the sky and wonder about these stories in the shape of a woman who unveiled a little bit more about the mysterious man she traveled with.

Of all the silence and secrets that made up the man that protected her, she created stories to fill them. Stories of Joel Miller, husband, father, brother and badass contractor that everybody loved. Of his soldier brother, of his wife and their smiling daughter between them both.

In Ellie’s mind, you didn’t work.

But not in a ditzy lame way like some boring housewife. But just because you didn’t have to.

Joel said that everybody loved contractors so that means he probably got paid like, a ton of money to build stuff for people so you got to stay at home all day. Ellie imagined your house to be ginormous. Maybe Joel made it himself for you when you guys first got married. It was big enough that when Joel came home everyday he’d call out your name and it’d echo through the hall as you called him into the kitchen, where your daughter sat reading as you set dinner on the table. Sometimes you’d get upset if he came home late but then he’d kiss your cheek and you would roll your eyes but smile before you all sat down and ate as a family.

Ellie imagines Joel’s daughter, she wonders if Sarah looks more like her mother than her father.

Ellie wonders as the sleep takes over her body, if they could have been friends.

When it happens, months later after she’s come to think of Joel as something akin to family and he thinks of her as something he can’t say out loud just yet, she’s shocked. She’s face to face with a woman holding her at gunpoint that looks nothing like the smiling mother she dreamt of during cold nights.

You don’t match the stories Ellie made up in your head.

You’re mean.

No. Mean isn’t the right word.

Cold. Yes. you're very cold.

Ellie watches in shock as you ask where they're headed, gun focused on the center of her chest while the two boys at your side point their own at Joel, who has yet to speak.

She waits for him to answer, but he just stares at you in awe. The same man she’s seen kill and threaten to keep her safe day in and day out is rendered speechless until all he can do is utter your name and she realizes that he knows you. More than that, judging by the way he surrenders his gun to you with no fight, something she had never seen him do.

You lift your head to look at him, the brim of your hat raises just enough to clear the shadow cast over your face and Ellie can finally see your eyes and the snarl on your face.

You’re also very pretty.

“I won’t ask again.”

The two boys standing on either side of you have your eyes. Same color and intensity, narrowed into slits like guard dogs waiting for an order and Ellie sees the way Joel stares at them.

She wonders if Sarah had brothers.

“Out west.” He manages. “Takin’ her to her family.”

Your eyes move to her and she holds her hands higher in the air.

“That true?” “What?”

“Is he telling the truth?”

The taller one, Duke, she had heard you call him, had already ripped the bag from her back and emptied its contents onto the ground, she had nothing else to hide from you.

But then she sees something in your eyes. A concern for her that she hadn’t seen since Tess or Marlene.

And she understands.

“He’s telling the truth.” Ellie forces out.

You watch her for a moment and there’s a moment of panic where she thinks you can see right through her lie.

But then you lower your gun and jerk your head over your shoulder.

“C’mon.” is all you say before you begin to walk away. The boys gawk at you for a moment before you give them a look of warning and they follow in your step, occasionally casting glances behind them at Joel and Ellie who follow suit.

She’s quick to grab onto the sleeve of Joel’s jacket and pull with a harsh whisper as the other’s march forward.

“You know this psycho?”

Joel flinches at her voice as it pitches up. If any of you heard her, which he gathered you did because Ellie didn’t have an inside voice to save her fucking life, you didn’t care enough to react.

Ellie whispers his name again. Insistent and angry for answers but he just keeps looking forward. He can’t take his eyes off of you or the boys ahead and it fills her with worry but she doesn’t know why.

“She’s my wife.”

You lead them to a cottage. Its paint is chipping and the fence is reinforced with wiring around the perimeter but it looks like a home. She can vaguely hear the soft clucking of chickens nearby and there's a flash of fur behind the fence with a pair of pointed ears that duck away just as fast as she saw them.

Ellie has seen the remnants of homes before the outbreak. The plates still stacked in the sink and the jacket still hung up on the hook. A story telling a family that once lived within its walls and is now nothing more than memories that ghosts along its foundation.

But this one is real. It’s yours.

There is a rickety wooden table in the dining room. Each chair around it seems to have been brought from a different house and is varying shades of faded brown. You kick the leg of one and nod toward it.“Sit, both of you.”

Ellie looks to Joel before sitting. He follows suit, choosing the chair closest to her.

“I’m gonna get some bandages for that leg-”

Joel shifts forward. “I don’t need-”

“I wasn’t fucking asking, Joel.”

You’re not stronger than Joel, if she had to guess. You both look the same age, but she’s seen his strength, his violence, all done for her safety and knows if it came down to it, you might not win in a fight against him.

But at your order, he sits back in his chair.

You turn and set a shoulder on your son’s shoulder.

At least. She thinks he’s your son.

Softly spoken words are exchanged while the other keeps his eyes on Joel and his hand on his holster. The boy says something back in insistence, but you tilt your head and he nods.

“If either of them try moving or taking anything.” You offer them one final look over your shoulder before slipping out of the room. “Shoot them.”

They listen to your footsteps slowly retreat until there’s nothing but the subtle creak and groan of the wood floor beneath them. Ellie leans forward to look at Joel, setting her hands firmly on the dinner table in announcement.

“Dude-” The young girl breathes out. “Your wife is a bitch.”

#revenant wife tag #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #this is just a little blurb because I havent written in a hot minute #mostly from ellies third pov so i hope the sort of juvenile internal thoughts make sense #joels wife is a sort of scary badass gal with a lil farm #joel miller x female reader #@ the blogs who asked to be tagged but had zero header or age in their bio: do better #tumblr please dont rearrange the order of this again im BEGGING #not pictured in the fic: joel punching duke in the face and wrestling the gun from his hands before the other twin shows up followed by you #and now joel has to grapple with the fact that 1. his wife is alive 2. she had children 3. he just sucker punched his own kid

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rickswh0r3 · 1 year

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my favorite genre (a babygirl covered in blood)

#THE FIRST PIC #HELLO #THE THIRD ONE #HI?#honestly i’m just trying to fuck rick #i need him so bad #rick grimes #rick grimes smut #andrew lincoln #the walking dead #rick grimes fluff #rick grimes x reader #andrew lincoln smut #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x female reader

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sinsandsweetness · 7 months

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season 5 scary beard rick getting sweet, hyperfem reader on her knees for him, and her just looking up all sweet and obedient and docile, just about ready to do anything for him I FEEL LIKE ITD DRIVE HIM WILDDDD

“Are you okay?” She whispers as he tugs her behind the barn. Neither of them wanting to attract any attention from the potential threats out in the woods.

“Just need your help with something, princess,” his mouth starts trailing down her neck as he pushes her up against the barn. Rough wood with the threat of a splinter catches on her sweater. It’s stretched out collar falls off her shoulder and grants him even more access to her neck. Nipping lightly at her collarbone.

“With what?”

He doesn’t answer, tilting his head up, he catches her lips and grabs her hand, placing it against the front of his jeans. Tall and hard under the dark denim, she gets the hint almost immediately.

It doesn’t take long before she’s on her knees. So obedient. The very impractical mini skirt she wears is riding up above her hips and the sight of her soft bare skin drives him wild. He’s thankful that her pretty lace panties are only shown to the wood siding of the barn and not the forest behind them. He holds one arm up against the wall for support, doubling as an unintentional shield to their intimate act. His fingers lace with her unruly locks, guiding her close enough to kiss him through his boxers.

“Atta girl,” he says as her fingers trace at his waistband. The site in front of him nearly catches him in a trance. She’s so pretty like this. All wide eyed and willing.

He urges her on, “You know what to do.”

#idk how to feel about the third person vibe #tell me what u think pls #i need validation #rick grimes x female reader #Rick grimes x reader #Rick x reader #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes x fem!reader #Rick grimes x hyperfeminine reader #Rick daydream #Rick Drabble #Rick imagine #twd fanfiction #Rick grimes smut #twd smut

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bronskibeet · 2 years

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there's parts of disco elysium im just gonna rotate forever in my head until the end of time and one of them is the portrait art. of course it's really well made in general but there are certain details that stick with me

all the union members have a red bar at the bottom of their portraits, elizabeth's is half hidden and evrart's is inverted

tommy le homme and the racist lorry driver both have front-facing portraits with a background that makes it look like a driver's license photo

characters you meet when they are significantly higher above you (tiago, call me mañana) or lower (trant's son, don't call abigail) have their portraits angled from that perspective

yvonne from the insulindian repeater station and the woman from coalition warship archer are drawn with less detailed faces than the characters you speak to using the kineema radio - possibly to indicate the distance/the poorer quality of the connection? not as sure about this one

both the fishing village drunks and the krenel mercenaries bleed into the background of their portraits

#and actually that last one just made me realize the two kind of parallel each other? not as much as the mercs/your former squad do #but rosemary was originally (according to the wiki) called 'female drunk'#so it would have been that both groups had a nominal leader a female second-in-command and an incomprehensible third guy #disco elysium

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honey-tongued-devil · 9 months

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Head over heels

I posted this by mistake on my side blog, I just want to go to sleep please have mercy. Anyway. Remember the Satanic popes x Sisters of sin prints serie I mentioned in my last post? This is the first one out of four :D I swear if I have time they’ll be six (Primo, Secondo, Terzo, Copia, Cardinal copia, Nihil I). If I drop this project before actually accomplish the goal… you saw nothing.

If you want to support me or simply are a Terzo enthusiast, here you can find the print. If you want to support me but you are penniless, reblog the post being feral (I feel motivated by silly comments in reblog, don’t mind me). See ya!

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werewolfest · 9 months

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Isn't it wonderful we're not the only animals who can change their gender?

#click for significantly better quality lol #static #my art #printmaking #This was an experiment to try reductions and it kind of failed but I ended up liking the result anyway!#It was supposed to have a third layer of black originally but I ended up hating it on the one I tested so blue and orange alone for this gu #Anyway for anyone who doesnt know: clownfish are all born male #And as they age they turn into females #thats an oversimplification so you should go read about it instead of taking my word for it bc its really interesting!!

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inuiiwonderland · 2 months

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Twisted Captivity

Prologue

A/n: im so excited for this story and I can’t wait to write the first chapter! I tried to make the prologue look as interesting as possible but I think I failed💀😭

“What’s this?” You asked your father as you stared at the paper in front of you curiously.

“Read it” You eyed him suspiciously before grabbing the paper in front of you and reading it.

Twisted raven

“Um…and what does this have to do with me?” Your father rolls his eyes before setting his cup of coffee down.

“A dear friend of mine owns that aquarium. Recently he told me about how a couple of his workers quit for some unknown reason and how he has to do extra work now” He says as he walks back to refill his cup.

“And so I told him that you might be interested in the job”

“You told him what?!” You ask. It’s not that you don’t want the job, you’re just confused and shocked about how your dad made you accept something without you knowing about it first.

“Let me finish” You huff before sitting back down.

“I told him that you wouldn’t mind since I know how much you love those little sea creatures”

“Not only sea creatures, but the whole ocean itself!”

“See what I mean” You rolled your eyes as you felt your face heat up.

“Anyways, this would be great for your little sea creature diary”

“Once again it’s my research journal dad”

“Same thing” You rest your head on the table as you continued scrolling through your phone.

“This job is perfect for you dear”

“Not only will you do something that you enjoy, the pay is also really good” He says as he walks over to the sink to throw his dirty cup in.

“Well that’s all I wanted to tell you! Thank you so much for letting me come over dear”

“You sound like I don’t allow you in my house”

“Because you don’t!” You chuckle before getting up and giving your dad a hug.

“Bye! Tell mom I said hi and that you guys should come over for dinner when you’re free”

“Of course! Now please do think about it! I can’t stand him whining any longer” He says as he rubs his temple.

“I will. Thanks dad”

“Ah! You must be y/n right?” You nod your head as the man with the crow mask shakes your hand.

“Oh I’m so glad you came! I was getting worried for a second thinking you might’ve changed your mind!”

“And then I would’ve have to take care of those ungrateful brats!” You just stood there awkwardly as he whispered to himself.

This is my new boss?

“Oh! How rude of me! My name is Crowley! I am the founder and owner of twisted raven!”

“It’s a pleasure meeting you Mr. Crowley”

“Pleasure meeting you to Ms. L/n! But you can just call me Crowley! No need for the formalities”

“Ah okay”

“Now follow me!” The man quickly turns around before walking away. You quickly follow suit.

“Your father told me you’re a researcher”

“Ah yes something like that”

“Great! Then I think you will definitely like it here! Perfect for the job already”

“What was that?”

“Nothing!”

Weird…he sure likes to mumble things

“All the sea animals and creatures we have here are very different from one another! Some may be aggressive while others are not. Some poisonous and some not! So do be careful when you handle them”

“We can’t have any more accidents”

“What was that last part?”

“Nothing important”

“Oh okay”

“Anyways! I would like for you to be in charge of feeding them and cleaning their tanks! I would also like it if you could write down anything that happens between you and the mers”

“We’ve been wanting to get more information about them but they’re just not cooperating with us!”

Your brows furrowed at that

What does he mean by mers?

“You will be in charge of group 3 while some of my other workers will take care of group 1 and 2”

You frown

Group 3? What does that even mean?

“Um…Mr- I mean Crowley…what do you mean by group 3?” He halts before turning around.

“What?”

You both stared at each other in confusion.

“Did your father not tell you?”

“Tell me what?” You asked. Now you were confused but also curious.

“What did your father tell you exactly y/n?”

“Erm- that you need workers and that this is an Aquarium?” You can see his eye twitch as he still had on that cheerful smile on his face.

“Oh”

“Did I say something wrong?”

“No no no….its just that-”

“This isn’t an aquarium”

“It’s a research facility”

“A what now?”

“Research Facility!”

“Oh”

“And I suppose he also didn’t tell you about the beautiful creatures we have here in this facility, correct?”

“Um…no?”

“Great! More work for me”

“Mm?”

“Nothing! Ah just follow me! I’ll show you what you will have to do!” You did as he says as you guys continued walking down the long hall.

This will be a long day

For both you and him

Taglist: @ruisann @roseapov @0ffth3rec0rd @anunholyabomination

#inuiiwonderland🤍#twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twst #twst x reader #twst third years x Reader #twst leona kingscholar #twst vil schoenheit #twst trey clover #twst lilia vanrouge #twst malleus draconia #twst cater diamond #twst rook hunt #twst idia shroud #twst x female reader #twisted wonderland x fem reader

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send-me-a-puffalope · 6 months

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me when i get attached to doomed characters, knowing that Vanessa will likely eventually don her own fursuit and there’s nothing I can do about it

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yuu-kumeii · 11 months

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It's always your husband who's the one not wanting to let you go, but what about you not wanting to let him go? Because we can all agree that your husband isn't the only one capable of being cute and clingy.

Why is it always him who gets to be called cute for missing you when it's you who calls him every moment you get, using the excuse of wanting to ask how he's doing when that's the only excuse you ever bothered to come up with?

How is it never mentioned that when you —who's tired from work— come home unable to take a nap, linger around your husband whether it be sitting on the couch together or laying in bed? No one ever knows about the times where you end up falling asleep on his arm, finally able to rest your eyes after being kept awake by your running mind. Refusing to compromise in any way which ends up with your husband being trapped, any attempt he makes to get up is met with your smaller figure wrapped around his torso. Moving your body on top of him to keep him pinned down —even though both you and him know that he could just get up even with you clinging to him but it's the thought that counts—, eyes still closed yet body working tirelessly to keep your personal arm pillow in place. Eventually getting your husband to succumb to his fate and fall asleep with you.

Can't you get a little credit for also being the loving one?

HINATA <3, ATSUMU, OSAMU <333, Kuroo, Kageyama, Ushijima, Sakusa, Iwaizumi <33, Honestly the husband in this is so vague he might as well be all hq men

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souldagger · 8 months

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so normal about the gender fuckery of the Polish murderbot translation (lie i am on the verge of tears)

#it uses verb inflections that imply it/otherwise non-binary pronouns in first person #and it looks like in third person the translator went with #she pronouns when using security unit (bc the word unit is gendered female in polish)#and he pronouns when using Murderbot (bc the word robot is gendered male)#which... isn't ideal #but in a language this excessively gendered it was always going to be messy #and it's the first person verb endings that matter most bc you're reminded that mb's opinion on gender is No Thanks EVERY SENTENCE. !!!!!!!#the fact that the translator went with that instead of the easy route of he pronouns #(which are unfortunately kind of implied in the name Murderbot/Mordbot in polish since like i said robot/bot is gendered male)#is so so so important to me #(and ofc half the reviews for this translation include complaints about 'woke' verb endings 🙄 whatever)#.txt #books #murderbot

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arcielee · 7 months

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Command me to be well

Summary: Lord Osferth has been injured and she takes care of him.

Paring: Lord Osferth x Female!Reader (third person)

Word Count: 1845

Warnings: Teasing baby monk, mentions of battles, injuries, oral (m receiving), 9th century remedies for bruises?

Author's Note: This was inspired by @hightowhxre story of Lord Osferth x Maid!Reader, which is so brilliant and has been living rent free in my brain as you can see from the 1800+ words.

Beta read by the wonderful @sylasthegrim surprise this was that request you sent me an eternity ago 💜

Dividers by @saradika 💜

The day hung heavy on his shoulders adding to the weight of the mud heavily caked onto his boots, along with the perspiration that caused his layers to cling to his lithe frame, the night’s cool air chilling him. Osferth entered his sleeping estate but noticed the pool of amber from the backroom where the Dane woman remained, her steadfast devotion to his humble household despite him expressing that her choices were solely to be her own.

He thought back to the last time he had spoken this outloud, how her startling eyes focused on him, the flutter of her long lashes that framed them. “Then my choice is to serve you, my lord,” she had replied with her honeyed tone.

Her words caused a lump in his throat and Osferth swallowed hard.

At first he rued the day that Uhtred had marched her into his modest, but comfortable, manor bestowed by his dear sister in Rumcofa. His title was behest after the death of King Alfred–their father–by a scroll with his signature, his final command for his eldest son’s legitimacy. When they returned to Mercia, Æthelflæd glowed with pride.

“You will be an ealdorman of Mercia,” she smiled.

Sihtric and Finan teased his title, but it was Uhtred who insisted he take in the Dane woman, how hands were needed to run the homestead. His large hand rested on her shoulder and pushed her towards him. “This is your lord,” Uhtred said with a smile, with a smirk. Osferth felt mortified. “You will serve him well.”

For a time it was them alone and he learned that she showed diligence, but not obedience; she possessed a sharp wit and sense that she always knew what was best for Osferth, more so than he himself. He also learned that she was a sanctioned healer, blessed by the gods–or so she claimed, and he indulged her natural curiosities, taking the time to teach her to read and to write.

She seemed to agree to this tutoring with the sole purpose to tease and to torment Osferth, always pressing too close for propriety. At the end of each lesson, her every fiber lingered after, from the lavender on her washed skin, a sinful scent that hung on his clothes, to the soft touch of her finger pads on the back of his hand, a soothing and circular motion to catch his attention. If he dared to look, she would always lean closer until he could see the candlelight dancing in her eyes.

Osferth would then create the much needed space between them, if anything so that he may begin to breathe again.

Though he felt her haunting tactility, he suppressed his desire when he saw her shifted attention and felt a sense of pride with how her fingers now grasped for every scroll, tome, and book within her reach. Her days were now spent gathering herbs and in the evening, she would painstakingly transcribe her remedies known to parchment.

He could only assume this was what she was doing at this moment. Osferth winced as he began to remove his boots, and then he heard her soft steps; she peered out from her room, her familiar silhouette against the amber light, and he could hear her concern. “Are you injured, my lord?”

At first, she picked up the teasing from the men he considered his brothers–Finan and Sihtric, relentless with his newfound lordship–but right now there was a genuineness to her tone.

“Please,” Osferth grimaced from her formality, from his subtle movements to unlace the ties. “I am simply Osferth.”

He saw the shadow of her brow furrowed and she then called for the water to be heated for their returned lord; Osferth burned from her words. “It is not necessary–” he started to say and, as always, she was quick to cut him off.

“It is needed, Osferth,” and her eyes that usually danced seemed to darken as she moved towards him. She kneeled in front of him and helped him remove the other boot before her palm moved to slip into his own hand, walking him back towards his room.

She turned to scrutinize his disheveled state; it was another long day patrolling the riverbanks and a small skirmish won on its shores. Osferth was not injured, severely, but he was beaten and it showed with the severity that lined his face. His weary hands went to remove the scabbard around his slender waist, a sharp exhale from the pain he felt explode in his chest. It was alleviated with her touch, a warmth that pooled from her palm that rested on his hip, taking over to remove his sword, his dagger, and returning to unlatch his embossed cuirass worn over.

She was careful to remove his upper layers which revealed the beginning bloom of purples, blues, and greens in the center, bold against his pale skin. “You are bruised to the very bone,” she assessed. Osferth hissed through clenched teeth when her fingers touched and she pulled away. “I’m sorry, my lord–”

“Please,” he rasped. “You know that when it is us alone…the title is not needed.”

He would have sworn he saw the wash of rose across her face, but she was quick to leave the room. Osferth looked to grab for the wooden chair when she returned, a pestle gripped in one hand to grind within the mortar held in her other; he could smell the crushed herbs mixed with honey.

“This will help with the bruising,” she explained, peering up at him.

Osferth hummed in response, and again with the touch of her hand against his bare chest; it was the same slow, soothing circular motion as she spread the poultice over where his blood rose dark on his skin. “It must rest for a moment,” she continued to explain. Her hand remained and he was unmoving, elated with the feeling of her skin against his own.

Once again, she was closer that good priority would allow, close enough to see the pink hues that dusted her cheeks and how she brightened when he spoke her name. “Thank you,” and he grimaced again with his exhale. Her fingers twitched, her touch still anchored on his chest before they began to trail lower. “You do not need to stay…”

“But what if I choose too?”

Osferth looked up, his surprise apparent with her bold words; the shades darkened across her cheeks, her lips wet from her tongue, and he had the intrusive thought, she is beautiful.

“This is not necessary–” but his words stilled on his tongue as her soft fingers wiped themselves clean on the fabric on his pant leg, the tug of fabric jolting the length of his spine. Osferth shifted his weight as her silk touch dipped into his waistband and followed back towards his center where his cock began to press against his breeches.

She licked her lips again and he now saw how lust swallowed the color of her eyes. “This is why I am here, my lord,” her voice was low, sultry and smooth like velvet as she repeated, “I choose to serve.”

And her fingers were quick to unlace and pull at his slacks until they puddled at his feet, her touch still gentle to push until he sat back in the chair. She followed, slowly sinking between his splayed legs, her hands resting on his knees to keep her balance and her eyes were up, never leaving his.

Osferth burned under her gaze, her lustful scrutiny before she blinked, breaking the spell, and her attention refocusing on his length; her eyes traveled the ridges and veins, the shift of color to the red shine of his cockhead. He whimpered at her touch, the slow curl of her fingers around the base, and she gave a tug, watching the wetness that trickled.

She was a vision, her thighs plush as she rested on her heels between, one hand rested on his bare thigh and the other around his cock. The vision she made caught his breath, and when she leaned forward, the air staled in his lungs, watching rapt as her lips pressed against his flushed head. Her tongue cleaned his spill before she began to take him into her mouth and he exhaled sharp feeling her wet muscle pressing to the underside, slavering over his girth, relaxing her throat to press until the patch of hair above tickled her nose; she hollowed her cheeks as she fell back, the glisten of her saliva, and she took a deep breath through her nose before she returned again.

Osferth moaned unabashed, a white hold of his hands on the edge of his seat, his eyes rolled to the back and his head lolled with. He felt her palm tighten around what could not fully fit in her mouth, and he watched the bob of her head following his length; he grit his teeth with another guttural groan that reverberated from the back of his throat.

His hands moved to rest on her shoulders, a firm hold to ground himself, and she quickened her pace at his touch; the glide of her swollen lips in tandem with her tongue, the lewd noises that spilled with the spit at the corners of her mouth.

And he saw the stars spark in front of his eyes, lost in the overwhelming heat of her mouth; his thighs began to tremble, the pulse and swell of his cock with her ministrations. She seemed to notice and she hummed, the vibration rippling through his veins and towards the base of his spine, a push over the edge he precariously balanced with vibrant flashes of colors.

“God!” He gasped. Gods? He was no longer certain as he followed blindly after his pleasure, the buck of his hips in his seat to sate the suction of her mouth that seemed determined to milk the last drop of his release, until he cried out from the oversaturation of pleasure.

His chest heaved, a dulled ache, and he moaned loudly as she slowly pulled away, her tongue trailing the underside of his still half-hard cock. She paused at the end, a glassy eyed exchanged, and then suckled. Osferth could not help but whine pitifully, and he felt the curl of her lips; he watched as she let him drop from her mouth, her fingers wiping her corners and her tongue licking them clean.

Osferth tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry.

“I will see if your bath is ready, my lord,” and she pushed to stand.

Osferth watched her go, the rumpled fabric of her gown now settling over her curves, the sensual sway of her hips. He could not stop the words that spilled from his mouth. “Would you care to join me?”

She paused and looked back at him, with her hooded eyes and heady stare, the candlelight glimmering in the black that swallowed the color of her irises. “Whatever you desire,” and her sinful mouth curled upwards. “My lord.”

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To The Ends Of Faêrun : Chapter Twelve: Binding

This series is book two of a fanfic I have already written called Astarion Epilogue: An Adventure in Making Life

Master List Here for Books One, and Two

*List includes a prequel that is essentially one-shots of their adventures over the fifty years after the battle at the end of the game*

Warnings: Blood, Sex, Violence, NSFW 18+, Smut

Summary: Tav, Astarion, and Apple all come face-to-face with the goddess Angharrad about little Apple’s binding contract and what happens if they refuse to answer the call of adventure.

Comments are always appreciated! I always think my writing is shit.

Tav and Astarion pounded their way upstairs, Apple in his arms. She cried into his chest, not fully knowing why she was in so much trouble but just knowing that she had done something wrong. Confusion and fear rattled through her while Astarion and Tav only felt fear and anger at what had been done to their child. She had been used to satisfy Angharradh’s cruel ends and get Tav to submit to the deal by forcing her child to accept.

How Anagharradh found out what Tav’s answer would be was easy enough to guess. The tattoo acted as a conduit between her and Tav. Linking them together and allowing her to listen in on anything she wanted a lot, like the eye Wyll once wore when Mizora was his patron. She had probably been listening to Astarion and Tav's whole conversation about the deal.

They cleared the top of the stairs and made their way to the master bedroom. Not stopping, they flung open the glass doors leading out into the cool night air, and Tav held out her forearm to the moonlight. There was a hum of power as the moon's light kissed her skin, and another wave of anger washed through her.

“Angharradh!” Tav screamed her name. “Come out from wherever you are hiding!” Her chest heaved as her white-hot rage took over.

In a flash of blinding light, Angharradh appeared with a coy smirk on her face. She glanced over the three of them, taking in the rage that was flowing from Astarion and Tav. Frowning at the sobbing Apple in Astarion’s arms. Her eyes locked with Tav’s as a smile appeared back on her face.

“What have you done to sweet little Asteria?” Angharradh chided. “When I saw her earlier, she was beaming with happiness; now look at her.” She motioned towards her. “She’s a sobbing mess.”

“You son of a bitch.” Astarion put down Apple and charged towards Angharradh, stopping a few steps in front of Tav. “Let her out of whatever deal you made with her! She is too young to understand what it is that you asked of her.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.” Angharradh let an innocent smile spread across her face. “She already signed the contract.”

Sparks danced between Astarion’s fingers as he flexed and then closed his fist tight into a fist. “If you do not let her out of the deal this instant, I will add you to my slain gods!” His eyes darkened as he bared his fangs, ready to strike.

“A vampire, Tav?” She clicked her tongue. “Such disgusting pests.”

Astraion lunged at her, fist cocked back, ready to spring forward. Angharradh rolled her eyes at his temper getting the better of him as she raised a shield. His fist hit solid air, stopping him in place as he screamed and fought the invisible force that prevented him from connecting. With a flip of her wrist, Astarion was sent flying back his body, only stopping once it made contact with Tav’s. Knocking the wind out of her. Tav caught him before he hit the ground, his body shaking with barely contained rage. She stood behind him, as Astarion crouched, trying to get a handle on the fury that ripped through him.

“And you want to make more children with such a beast.” Angharradh looked down her nose at him. “It’s a wonder how young Astaria came out such a polite little girl.”

“Daddy!” Apple ran to Astarion, pressing her face to his chest.

“I’m alright.” He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her gently against her soft white curls.

Tav moved in front of Apple and Astarion, using her body as a shield. “She’s six.” Tav ground out. “You made a deal with a six-year-old.”

“She seemed more than happy to help her mother, and after what I heard last night, I’m glad I came to her when I did.” Her eyes darkened. “Before you did something you would later come to regret.”

Apple sobbed into Astarion’s chest as Angharradh fixed Tav with a cool stare. She scoffed and rolled her eyes as she took in the sight of the three of them. Tav could feel Astarion’s rage building as Apple continued to cry against him, and the goddess looked at them with disgust.

Tav’s jaw ticked with anger. “Let my daughter out of the deal.”

“No.” She gave Tav a cruel smile. “What’s done is done; the only way out of the deal is to finish it.” Angharradh looked annoyed. “Find my daughter and bring her home.”

“And what if we refuse?” Tav grasped at something to get her out of the deal. “What stops us from staying at home where we are?”

“If my request is not fulfilled, then your daughter belongs to me.”

Tav’s blood turned to ice in her veins at the Goddess's words. “What does that mean exactly?”

Astarion picked Apple up off the ground and pulled her closer to his chest, turning away slightly from the goddess. His eyes dared her to try and take Apple away from him. Eyes full of hate and murderous intent if she so much as tried.

“I mean just that.” She sounded like she was suggesting something as simple as a change in the weather. “I will take Astaria and raise her as if she was my own.” She looked to Astarion, who was glaring at her. “She signed the contract.”

Angharradh produced a scroll that glowed just as she did and unfurled it. At the bottom of the parchment was a signature written as if a child had done it. Apple’s full legal name sprawled out on the paper. Tav felt like someone had kicked her in the stomach. As far as she could tell, this was binding, and Apple had sealed hers and their fates to the quest.

“What if we kill you?” Astarion spat. “Would that break the contract?”

“You could certainly try.” Angharradh leveled him with a challenging stare. “I wouldn’t recommend it, however, based on what just happened to you. I could still wipe you from the face of this planet like the leech you are.” Her voice dripped with venom as she produced a piece of parchment.

Tav shook with fury as she read the contract that was in front of her. Apple had signed her life away in order to fix her. Her sweet girl was just trying to help, and this Goddess had taken advantage of her to get what she wanted in the end. If they tried to break the deal, Apple would be taken away from them. Bile rose in Tav’s throat as she stared at her little girl's unsure signature.

I, Asteria Ancunin, hereby swear my life in service to this quest to find and return the Goddess Mielikki to her mother and, in doing so, reap the rewards requested of the Goddess Angharradh, queen of the Arvandor. These rewards are the ability to lift the limitations bestowed upon elven kind for my mother, Tav Ancunin. To produce new elven souls from her womb. If I fail in my duties, I will return to Arvandor with the Goddess Angharradh and serve her until my dying breath.

Astarion furiously read the contract, looking for any loopholes, cursing as he read every line. Reaching deep within his mind to pull out every scrap of knowledge he could remember about contracts and law from his time as a magistrate. From what he could tell, it was binding and could only be broken if the quest was completed or one of the two listed in the contract died in some way, shape, or form. Undiluted loathing bubbled up, filling Astarion with more rage than he had felt in recent years. Angharradh had trapped his child in a contract she didn’t fully understand, and he couldn’t help but remember when his old master, Cazador, had asked him to become one of his spawn. He, too, had omitted many details that, if he had known, Astarion would have never agreed.

“I’ll rip your throat out, witch.” Astarion took a step forward, and Tav stopped him. “What are you doing? We can’t let her do this?”

“We can’t win against her Astarion, not when it’s just the two of us.” Tav felt powerless. “We are unarmed.”

“We can certainly try!” Astarion snarled, leveling Angharradh with a look that could kill. “I’m not just going to lie down and submit.” Astarion snarled. ”I’m not giving up our child.”

“I never said we were going to!” Tav shouted back. “There's only one thing we can do, and I know you’re not going to like it, but if we want to get Apple out of this deal, it is our only option at the moment.”

“I know what you’re going to say, and you’re right. I don’t like it.” Astarion cradled the back of Apple’s head and kissed her on the side of the face.

“Astaria is going either on the quest or with me. The choice is yours.” Angharradh was starting to sound impatient. “Give me your answer.”

“Shut up!” Tav rolled her eyes and spat at her. “You will have your answer in a moment.” Tav took a few steps towards Astarion and closed the distance. “We have to.”

“I read the contract, and it’s binding.” Astarion blew out a breath in frustration.

“We’ll need Gale and at least Shadowheart.” Astarion frowned. “Wyll and Karlach are too old to go on adventures, and bringing Gale is pushing it.”

“He’s at least an archmage, so time works for him a bit differently.” Tav let out a heavy sigh. “So we have no choice.” She looked at him with desperation in her eyes. “Are we doing this?”

“Yes.” Astarion bit his bottom lip. “I guess we are.”

“I look forward to Mielikki's safe return.” Angharradh smiled.

“Fuck off.” Astarion cursed her.

“And with that, I will depart.” Angharradh bowed and then vanished.

They all stood in silence for several moments, processing what just happened. What Apple had just bound herself to? Tav started to think about what their next move would be where they would start with their search for Mielikki. While Astarion thought about all the ways he was going to kill Angharradh for what she had done. Apple just held her face against Astarion, waiting for the punishment she knew would be coming.

“Apple, you won’t be going to school for a while.” Tav broke the silence.

“How long?” Apple’s voice was horse as she spoke.

“Probably not for a few months,” Astarion answered. “And we are going to have a nice long chat about not accepting contracts from gods, goddesses, demons, or devils.”

“I know you were just trying to help, honey, but this is not how we help.” Tav walked over and patted her back. “Next time, maybe just do the dishes or show Mommy some magic.”

“Okay…” Apple pouted as all her tears had dried up.

“We’ll need a few days to gather supplies and ask the others to join us.” Astarion started to make his way back inside.

Tav followed close behind. “Right, let's finish dinner and then head over to Gale’s; we’ll need to tell him right away that Apple won’t be in school for a while anyway.”

“Why don’t you go talk to the old wizard while I finish dinner and talk to this one.” Astarion continued down the stairs.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go?” Tav looked at him with a puzzled look.

“I’m sure.” Astarion seethed. “I’m already in a foul mood, and listening to Gale prattle on is not going to help matters.” He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and placed a kiss on Tav’s lips before continuing. “It will just lead to one dead wizard.”

“I can talk to him tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow is a Monday, and he will be busy with whatever he does regarding running that school.” He cut her off. “Go now and come back as soon as you're done. We'll be here when you get back.”

“As long as you are okay with that.” She gave him a sad smile.

“Can I go with Mom to see Uncle Gale?”

“No.” Tav and Astarion spoke at the same time.

Apple shrank down as small as she could get in Astarion’s arms. This was the first time in her life that she had indeed done something that landed her in trouble, and she had no idea what for. She didn’t understand what she had done wrong, and Tav could see that in her sad eyes. She thought she had done the right thing in accepting the quest because it would help Tav.

“Listen, honey, I know you thought you were doing the right thing, but sometimes doing the right thing and what we think is right are two completely different things.” Tav patted her on the head before waiting for her to respond.

“I don’t get it.”

“Well, you’re six, so that’s understandable.” Tav gave Astarion a kiss before moving past him towards the linen closet. “I’ll be no more than an hour any longer than that, and please come and save me from Gale’s ramblings.”

“Will do, Darling.”

Astarion carried Apple towards the kitchen, stopping to watch as Tav opened the door to Waterdeep, and purple tendrils of the weave enveloped her. Drawing her in and swallowing her into the void.

“Now, my sweet Apple.” Astarion shifted his attention towards Apple. “We are going to have a long chat about all things we do not agree to without a parent present, at least until you are no longer living under my roof.”

Apple swallowed hard as Astarion started his lecture.

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