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captain039 · 6 months
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Drunken cuddles and midnight confessions
Astarion x reader
Warnings: AOB, fluff, light angst
I wrote this at like two in the morning lmao
‘Well hello, looking for a cuddle?’
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You honestly hadn’t meant to drink this much, but it’d been a long time since you’d been at the gate. You were staggering on your feet though and Shadowheart was quite done with your lack of control when drinking. You were giggling and trying to dance with the poor half elf all night like some drunken giggly girls at a tavern. You were in high happy spirits, enjoying the smells and people. You were never really outgoing when sober, drunk though, you think you tried to talk up the alpha Druid more than once while he kindly declined and said you were drunk, to which you groaned and whined in return. You think you eventually passed out on your bedroll, sort of, you awoke in the dirt seeking warmth and comfort having forgotten your suppressants. Your body moved on its own as the pale elf laid in a mediative state. He awoke obviously sensing you as he smirked and leant back on his hands.
“Looking for a midnight cuddle?” He grinned moving his shoulders lightly. All you did was nod feeling exhausted and needy. The elf frowned taking a small sniff as you practically squashed him.
“Gods-“ he said softly as you laid on him and sighed contently.
“I didn’t mean literally, why do you smell like that?” He grunted annoyed.
“No, suppressants ‘mega, need alpha cuddles” you slurred sleepily and he tensed.
“I’m a vampire darling not an alpha, go cuddle the druid and fill your omega needs” he scoffed lightly and you made a sad noise and lifted your top half up to look at him.
“Don’t give me that look” he said eyes stern as you gave a pout and puppy dog eyes.
“I’ll leave you alone in the morning then forever, promise, know you don’t like me” you tried to compromise, you really needed this in your state your mind not entirely thinking. He frowned looking a little baffled and you felt dejected and went to stand, he was quick to grab your waist though and pull you back to him. He rolled you both to your side and tugged the blanket he had over you both. You made a contented noise snuggling in closer to smell his scent, bergamot, rosemary and brandy.
“Why do you think I don’t like you?” He asked suddenly as you were almost asleep.
“M to different, annoying, not your type” you mumbled tucking yourself more under his chin your inner omega practically purring, if you could purr you probably would. He tensed again and you grumbled softly arm going over his waist.
“I do like you” he sighed and you just said a small hm, feeling yourself drifting off to sleep.
“More than you realise little pup” he muttered, but you were already asleep. He felt himself tug you impossibly closer, hearing your content sigh and feeling you snuggle deeper into the embrace. He thought it the other way around, you were good, nice, practically humming with warmth, your smile was like the sun and he was the shadow. Lurking always ready to stab someone in the back or front if needed, obsessed with revenge and always in fear of his masters invisible collar around his neck. You deserved someone who could take care of you and your omega needs, hells you smelt like warm vanilla and honey, a scent somehow familiar to him, he just doesn’t remember where from. He wanted you to himself, as a lover, a partner and equal, he didn’t want to snuff out your sunshine, no matter how cold and cool he played it in the outside.
Everyone else had woken up before you both, Shadowheart had found Karlach staring at something. The half elf went to her and Karlach quickly shut her up before she could say anything making her highly confused before Karlach grinned a silent giggle leaving her lips as she pointed to the bed roll. Shadowheart raised her eyebrows slightly seeing you tucked securely in the vampires embrace, head under his chin, you looked so content for the first time since you travelled together. Your sweet omega scent calm and safe, you’d forgotten your suppressants, it made her smile. Wyll stood by her side a small smile on his face too as Karlach almost squealed in delight before Minsc spoke loudly to greet you.
You were the first to wake up at the loud voice of Minsc. Your head pounded, but you felt overly warm, comforted and safe in someone’s embrace, gods what did you do last night? You heard Astarions growl of annoyance and realised he was the one holding you. Karlach was huffing and groaning at Minsc while your mind reeled.
“I’m so sorry- I don’t remember-“ you went to back away from the elf, but he stopped you.
“Gods you’re stupid sometimes” he muttered before his lips pressed to yours. You laid frozen as he gave you a tender kiss before pulling away.
“What?” You said dumbly and the vampire rolled his eyes.
“Come darling, I think we need a chat” he said stretching before standing up and holding his hand out to you with a small smile. You hadn’t seen that smile before, kindness.
You took his hand.
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lex-the-flex · 7 months
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First things first you are INCREDIBLE. Absolutely a powerhouse writer, genuinely. I have a request for Astarion x fem!reader if that’s okay? She’s basically never had sex before, and in this scenario Astarion’s already caught feelings so he’s trying to be as kind as possible to her. Just soft as hell Astarion
Thank you so much for requesting love!! I’m glad you enjoyed the fic!
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New Adventures
Alright so...
Astarion doesn't take shit from anyone in the early days of joining your group after you've successfully escaped the Nautiloid.
While he keeps his distance from the group, he often gives you the cold shoulder when you ask if he needs help with any labor-inducing task, starting a fire, or combat training. (Despite the rules of vampirism.)
His reactions would make you stay quiet for the rest of the day, making you doubt yourself, and how you approach your other friends afterwards.
Once Astartion saw what he'd done, he silently punished himself, furious with how he crushed the small amount of kindness you offered him.
But as time goes on, Astarion couldn't admit to himself that he cared for you. He truly and deeply desired for a companion that would one day show him all the wonders of the world. He saw that in you and he loved you for it.
And he fell hard for you.
So as the two of you eventually bonded and got closer, one night your crew created a bonfire and decided to get drunk off the three barrels of mead you stole from a cruel clan of goblins. Deep in your three pints, Astarion made his way over you, enjoying your sudden waves of giggles and laughter.
Sitting down next to you, he smiles at your reactions to your friends telling various stories, playing drinking games, etc. So when the infamous question was asked, you immediately snapped from your drunken state:
"Y/N, it's your turn! When did you lose your virginity?"
Stuttering to answer, you didn't want to be made fun of by your friends, so you just hugged your knees against your chest, and Astarion took the show.
"She's waiting for the right time. For when someone special comes along. For someone she can trust ...and love with her whole heart." Astarion explains, giving you a comforting touch to your shoulder.
Gazing at Astarion, the whole world fell silent as the Elf's words made butterflies rise in your stomach. Respecting your personal decision, your group eventually passed out. After sleeping for the entire day, you were the first one to wake up the next night, and the only thing that could quench your overdue hangover was the cool water of a nearby river.
Silently undressing in your private piece of the woods, you descended in the cold water, and a suppressed sigh left your lips only to be replaced by a gasp by the low laughter of none other than Astarion. Leaning against a tree trunk, he stood shirtless with his arms crossed.
"Astarion! Wh-- What are you doing here?" You ask, quick to cover your nude form beneath the water.
"It seems this is our shared sanctuary. And I must admit: it has brought a delectable specimen at my feet." He explains, walking into the shallow water before you.
Swimming around you, Astarion is careful not to intrude on your personal space, making sure to take things slow. Watching the man glide in the water, your breath is caught in your throat just as you take in Astarion's beauty gained through his vampire gifts.
"Why are you being so nice to me? Even if you are an immortal being who's afraid of the sun?" You jest, earning a laugh from Astarion.
Coming to a stop, Astarion guides you to stand before him, ignoring your exposed form.
"...I love you, Y/N. I've never met anyone like you in the two hundred years that I have walked this Earth. You are extraordinary and full of surprises. I won't overstep unless you allow it." Astarion confesses, motioning to the goosebumps rising to your skin.
"I'd like that, Astarion. I want this, and I want it with you." You reply, smiling into the first kiss the vampire gives you.
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A Peaceful Elf
Part I
Halsin/Tav fanfic (slow burn, fluff, angst)
“You can’t truly call yourself ‘peaceful’ unless you’re capable of great violence; if you’re not capable of violence you’re not peaceful, you’re harmless.”
A peaceful elf, he thought to himself. 
*Plimk* a pebble impacted his fur.
I’ve endeavored to be peaceful, bring stability and guidance to the grove. 
*Plimk*
I’ve tried to protect my people since the shadows took my predecessor. I’ve tried to be fair and protect the refugees, all while many thought my actions unwise, at best. 
*Plimk*
He sat there, near a pile of crumbled temple stones, staring at the bones of an unfortunate cell occupant. Through the bars beyond, he could see the two worgs pacing as they watched him from an adjacent cell. The smell of rot, stale death, and staler ale would have been more revolting if demise didn’t seem as imminent.
And I tried to discover more about a new threat, only to be caught by these zealots. 
*Plimk* *Plunk* *Shatter*
A small stone missed him and broke pottery near his leg. The noise was  immediately followed by a goblin child mocking his friend’s aim.
“How’d you miss its arse, idjit? The bloomin’ thing’s the size of ya mum.”
Halsin turned his ursine head toward the bars in frustration. I must get back. I can’t end here. Not yet. Not until I warn—
“Hey, you lot, make sure he’s noice an’ tender for later. I can’t remembah the lahst time I ‘ad a thick bit o’ bear.” The older goblin sneered at Halsin while speaking to the two brats, new stones in their hands. 
His brewing concern paused and redirected onto a more pleasant thought as he bared his teeth back. When I am free, she’ll be the first corpse.
Between the pebbles targeted at his nose, the worgs low and hungry snarls, and the drunken carousing of the zealots, Halsin heard the dungeon entrance creak open. Bracing for the scent of another goblin, or worse, he cocked his head to one side in surprise. The new scent belonged to someone who smelled like the Green and fragrant air he had been surrounded by not more than a few days ago. Slicked with the coppery tang of fresh blood. 
They came into view: one slight of build and in furs, another pale one in leather armor (he smelled lightly of bergamot), one with purple robes and a staff, and the last with black hair and blacker symbols on her armor. What in the hells—
The one in fur trotted confidently down the stone steps, immediately locking eyes with Halsin, a dark look of anger and—something else, pity perhaps?—simmering across her face. 
*Plimk*
Another stone hit him, this time square in the eye. Rage bellowed from his chest and he charged the bars, unsure what these newcomers meant to do, but quite sure that he was finished with the brats’ antics.
“See? It squealed!” The first brat grinned. “Hit it again!” Cheered the other. 
Sylvanus, help me in my moment of need. I beg of you, prayed the druid.
“Keep yer ‘and steady, Three,” croaked the older goblin.
“What the hells are you doing?” The one in furs demanded, approaching the spectacle.
“We’re juicin’ it up,” crowed the older goblin. “The beast came in ‘ere wit those robbers. Killed Dink—and Mince, too. Boss’ thinkin’ of servin’ it to the worgs.”
The one in furs’ eyes darkened at this. Her focus slid to Halsin, catching him a bit off guard as she growled directly to him, “don’t worry, we’re here to help.” Her face snapped back to the goblin, eyes glowing and a menacing grin seeping across her face from ear to ear.“How about a taste of your own medicine?”
This might be my only chance, the bear thought. Hells, what have I got to lose?
The druid mustered every gram of strength he had and hurled his weight onto the prison bars, shattering the masonry around them and causing the the rusty iron to fall loose in one fell motion. A wave of satisfaction ignited in him when the bars flattened the older goblin beneath his paws. 
A bit of freedom. Now, time to fight for a bit more. 
The pale one shot a goblin while the one in furs shifted into—oh, that’s a pleasant surprise—a giant spider, shooting webs onto the suddenly free worgs. Halsin joined her in gutting the lupine beasts, catching a goblin in his teeth along the way.  The robed one seemed to cast a grease spell while the stiff-lipped one with ebony hair set it alight by shooting down one of the lit ceiling fixtures. The smell of grease and flaming goblin filled Halsin’s nose, and as soon as the fight had started, it seemed to end.
Relief flushed over him as he shifted back into an elf and turned to his new companions.
“Pardon the viscera, one should cherish all of nature’s bounty, but goblin guts are quite far down the list”
Tav formed back into her usual half-elf appearance, barely able to stop herself from gawking.
Are you fucking kidding me. THIS is the arch druid everyone kept telling me about? Calm, keep calm, watch what kind of face you’re making, listen to what he’s saying, don’t get distracted—
By the glistening biceps or those eyes—
Oh my gods his eyes, are they green? What even are—
SHIT, what did he just say?
Astarion, clearly seeing you at a loss for words, chimed in with “She’s most likely a friend of nature, and surely a lunatic, so how about a bit of both, if we’re being honest?”
A rumbling chuckle seemed to echo through him—my gods how much of him is there—as he brushed off the response with a “Fair enough.”
A bit more conversation swept by, obviously important information that you had a hard time absorbing due to, ahem, circumstances, but the gist was not lost on you. Kill the three leaders. Get the bear home. You could handle that. 
“I can help you, if you’d like. But, please know, I won’t be able to keep my bear-form at bay. If you plan on subtlety, my company may not work in your favor.”
Covert and planned action had always been your strength, so that mixed with the concern for the bear—er, druid’s wellbeing would probably put you at a disadvantage. 
“Please stay here, for now,” you found yourself tentatively saying. 
The arch druid bowed with a smile, holding your eyes as he leaned down. “Then I will wait here.” A look of concern filtered across his eyes. “But please, hurry. Each minute could mean the safety of another innocent.”
“Of course, Arch Druid. I’ll see you soon.” I’ll see you soon?? THAT seemed a little familiar for a first mee—
“Please, I cannot have my savior address me by my title. Call me Halsin,” with a cheeky grin.
Your breath hitched and heat crept up your back. “Of course. See you soon…Halsin.” With that, you mustered whatever was left of your self-respect and turned on your heels away from the polite behemoth. Have to focus. HAVE to focus. Honestly, nothing outside this pen could be as—as—
What was the word you were looking for? Surprising? Shocking? Exciting? No, not exciting…
“My, my, Gale, did you cast silence on our dear Tav right before she spoke to that hulking druid? She seemed awfully quiet for a bit there. Hmm, there MUST have been some magical occurrence to keep her from—”
“Astarion, I promise you, fashioning a spike in this hovel would not be a challenge,” you growled under you breath, trying to keep your voice low enough for your companions and ONLY your companions to hear.
The pale elf threw up his palms, “I’m just impressed our dear wizard here can cast silence so thoroughly after a battle but remain stuck within a waypoint.” He slyly grinned at you. “Whatever else could I mean, my dear?”
“While I do appreciate your faith in my many varied abilities, I have temporarily, um, forgotten the silence spell,” admitted a somewhat crest-fallen Gale. “Rest assured, that will be remedied as soon as I find a scroll or tome with it,” he assured you. “After all, what’s a wizard without his spells!”
“Indeed,” crooned Shadowheart, eyeing the wizard with a barely perceptible smirk.
You put your hand on your forehead, eyes closed, and comforted yourself with the thought of the imminent massacre ahead. You knew violence and cunning, unnervingly so. Remaining unflustered with your new companions, however, seemed to escape you. 
Halsin huffed a chuckle as the ragtag group of saviors left the dungeon. How they got this far, he was not sure. He hoped they would return as much in one piece as possible, and in a state of mind for conversing; there was much to discuss and the one in the furs seemed particularly dazed after freeing him. What did that pale, fragrant one call her?
Tav. 
…Tav. 
Unassuming, and yet quite efficient. Albeit not verbose. 
He suddenly remembered why he had wanted to get to the temple: the Selunite outpost. Searching for signs or mentions of it in the worg pens took his mind off of you for a time, but his mind flitted back to your pale green eyes. The way your face looked, flushed from battle while talking to him. Perhaps, he could strike up a conversation regarding druidic theology or spell work once everything was sorted.
If it would get sorted. He was reminded of the gravity he placed in your hands while he paced the dungeon. But then again, you’d already managed to answer his prayers once that day. 
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childofyuggoth · 6 months
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Are you upset that you didn't get more of Abdirak? Thirsty for our beloved priest of pain?
I present to you some fluff and smut that I wrote for our follower of Loviatar.
(( AO3 link for anyone who wants it: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50565967 ))
My writing, please don't steal, I'm insecure enough about my work as it is. 😅
TW: Bondage, whipping, blood. Obviously.
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Life had been unkind lately. No, you thought as you took another large gulp of watered-down beer from a dirty mug. Life has been absolutely terrible. Your struggling business had finally gone under, killed by some new policies that Lord stick-up-his-ass Gortash had implemented. Then the bank had repossessed your house, because you no longer had the money to make your payments. And now there was apparently a fucking army of deranged cultists about to march on the city, just to top it all off.
Which was why you found yourself trying unsuccessfully to drink your sorrows away in this filthy Lower City bar. You'd normally never set foot in a place like this, but nevertheless, you found yourself perched on a bar stool, elbows-deep in your cups and feeling very sorry for yourself. It was a waste of the last of your money, but what else could you do? You spent your days hunting for jobs, but everything was either something you weren't qualified for, or illegal. At this rate, you were half-tempted to apply at Sharess's Caress.
The rest of the patrons had largely ignored you, having their own business to conduct in ill-lit corners. Bawdy ballads rang in your ears, along with the sound of clinking money and drunken slurring. You grimaced into your mug. The alcohol had done nothing except depress you more. All that was left was to go collapse in the flophouse where'd you taken up residence and resume your fruitless job search in the morning.
You ground your teeth in frustration before tipping the last of the sour ale into your throat.
As you took a last look around the bar, a flash of snow white-hair against black caught your eye. A man at the opposite end of the bar, his hand on a glass of dark red wine. Black cloth and leather robes that looked almost clerical fell from his waist to to his ankles. His muscled chest and upper body were bare, except for ornate black pauldrons, spiked and wickedly sharp. They connected across his collarbone by a radiating pattern of twisting black wire, barbed and jagged.
All of this you took in quickly, your eyes lingering for a moment on the scars and cuts that graced his skin like little red prayers.
His face was what held you. Half of his head was shaved, but snow grey hair fell softly over the other half. He was human, from what you could tell, but there was an almost elf-likequality to his face that made it impossible to tell how old he was. His cheekbones were high and dangerously sharp above slightly sunken cheeks, with a straight grecian nose that curved slightly at the end above a generous mouth.
As if he could sense your gaze, he turned slightly to meet your look with a calm, slightly quizzical expression. His eyes were the most incredible shade of light grey. They seemed to catch and scatter the dim light of the room with a dazzling brilliance, boring into you with an intensity that rooted you to the spot. Your trapped breath fluttered in your lungs like a butterfly between caged fingers.
He extended a large hand and crooked a finger at you.
Like a fish on a hook, you jerked forward, the alcohol removing your inhibitions. You made your way down the bar and slowly sank onto the stool next to him, your heart pounding in your ears.
What in the nine hells were you doing? You didn't do things like this. Meeting strange men in bars was decidedly not your normal activity. The rational part of your brain buzzed at you distantly, but it was easy to ignore. The alcohol and, more intensely, the strange gravity of this man had a hold on you that you couldn't quite explain.
"You seem troubled." His voice was startling. It was deep, and warm. His tone made you feel protected. Safe. Before you could stop yourself, you were telling him everything. Your name. Your hopes, your fears. All of your recent tragedies rolled off of your tongue, your hands twisting in your lap, unable to tear your eyes from his. You were drowning in crystal grey hues.
He gave you his whole attention. Listening raptly, drinking in every word with an intensity bordering on manic. Nodding at all the right places, tipping his head to the side in sympathy, even smiling gently at some of your self-deprecating jokes.
It all poured out of you, every terrible event of the last year. The shop becoming your sole responsibility after the death of your parents. Your partner leaving for someone else. Losing the shop. Losing your home. The pain and the loneliness and the sorrow washing over you like a flood. Your utter despair right now.
When you finally finished, he gave you a long, searching look. "Such pain. Dear child, you have known incredible sorrow." He smiled. "I am Father Abdirak. I serve Loviatar, the Maiden of Pain."
You stiffened, fear souring your fascination. Loviatar. You weren't well-versed on religion or gods, but she did not have a good reputation. The few stories you'd heard told of a cruel, sadistic order dedicated to torture and brutality.
Abdirak frowned slightly as you pulled away, your body language going from open trust to quite the opposite in the time it took him to draw breath. You sat back, folded your arms over your chest, and crossed your legs. Internally, you tried to quell your rising panic. You'd just spilled your guts to the priest of an evil god. Made yourself vulnerable. Your instinct was to bolt, but fear held you to the sticky half-broken bar stool. And, if you were completely honest with yourself, some of your former fascination was mixed with that trepidation. There was a dark allure to him that still tugged gently at you, against your better judgment.
"Peace, dear one. I mean you no harm." The earnest way he spoke had you almost believing him, and the affectionate moniker made your cheeks flush. It had been a long time since anyone had addressed you with such care.
"But..." You bit your lip, eyeing him like an enchantingly beautiful viper. "She's the Goddess of Pain. Torture." You fumbled your words, the alcohol making it difficult for you to find the right ones. "I mean, those aren't... good things." A frustrated sigh fell from you as you uncrossed your arms and ran a hand through your hair.
Abdirak nodded assent at your first sentence. "Without pain, how do we know pleasure? And there can be release in pain. A surrender of all your sorrows at Her altar as you lose yourself in the sensations." Those carved smoky quartz eyes met yours again, sending a not-unpleasant shiver through you.
"I do not do anything without consent, nor do I push a body beyond its breaking point." A delicious smile pulled at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes narrowed in pleasure. "And I am very good at what I do, dear one."
By the Gods, was this... arousing you? Your fingernails were digging into your palms, and your breath came rapidly, as if you couldn't get quite enough air. Between your legs, there was a pulse beginning, deep, slow, hot and hungry. You couldn't tell whether it was because you were attracted to Abdirak, or intrigued by the things he was suggesting, or both.
In the intervening silence as you wrestled with yourself, he finished his glass of wine and laid a few silver on the bar.
"If you want to receive my ministrations and surrender your pain to the Maiden, you are most welcome." He gave you directions to a part of the Lower City you were vaguely familiar with. Not the worst part, but definitely somewhere you would want to approach during the daytime.
You received these instructions mutely, still caught in his dark presence like a fly in silk-soft webbing.
Then he was gone, out the door into the night. You stared after him for what seemed like minutes, the sounds of the bar falling unnoticed on your ears.
You'd probably dismiss this whole notion in the morning. Obviously you were more drunk than you thought, for you to even be thinking about taking Abdirak up on his offer. To be thinking about those piercing grey eyes staring at you from inches away, muscled chest pressed tight to yours. Absolutely ridiculous to even linger on the idea of that sweet, deep caring voice telling you what a good girl you were being for him as his breath hitched in pleasure...
You shook your head firmly, standing up from the stool as if by doing so you could leave those thoughts on the cracked wooden surface, and headed back to your room.
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Morning came, but distressingly, you still found yourself mulling over the possibility of seeking out the Priest of Loviatar. He'd left an indelible mark on your mind, a dark and jagged thing that nevertheless promised comfort at a time when you had none.
You laid there, staring at the beams of the ceiling above you. They were dusty and filled with cobwebs. A sudden ache filled your chest at the thought that this was your future. That you would wake to the sight of innumerable hostels and flophouses for the rest of your days until your money ran out, and then-
Stop. You scolded yourself. It wasn't that bad.
Still, though. It wouldn't hurt to see what exactly Abdirak was offering, would it? He'd said he didn't do anything without consent. A wry chuckle left your lips as you reflected that, honestly, job hunting was far more torturous than anything he could dream up anyway.
So you got out of bed. You felt more yourself than you had in weeks. This was something new, something that broke the monotony of misery you'd been stuck in. And as much as you hated to admit it, you were intrigued by the strange man's offer.
It was a wet, cold day. A storm was rolling up the coast, soaking everything in a freezing mist and darkening the sky so that the streets were almost as shadowed as they were at night. But you pressed on, navigating the increasingly narrow streets and alleys until you came to a dead end near the docks.
You stood in the cold and rain, your cloak drawn tightly around your shivering form, and stared at the shabby wooden door before you. A single lantern hung overhead, swinging in the storm, its dull orange glow doing little to penetrate the dark grey around you.
Did you have the wrong address? There was nothing to mark this as the home of a Priest of Loviatar. Then you looked closer. There, on the wooden beam across the top of the door. The carved image of a barbed flail, small but deep.
You hesitated, rocking on the soles of your feet, and almost turned around. But the thought of going back, of laying in your dingy rented room or pacing the streets looking for work was so abhorrent that you swallowed your fear and knocked.
There was a short wait, where the wind wailed in your ears like a thousand souls in torment and lightning lashed the sky.
Then Abdirak answered the door. Seeing him again forced your breath from your lungs like you were a blushing maiden on her first date, only the feelings stirring in you were far darker. Hungrier. Gods. That muscled bare torso and those sculpted arms had your knees going weak.
His perfect grey eyes widened a fraction, as if in surprise, then he was standing aside and waving you in with a welcoming smile. The expression was tinged with just enough sinister suggestion that you blushed and looked down at your feet as you entered. Something about a smile on that face was unholy, in a way that made you feel almost feral with need. You clenched your hands and tried to compose yourself as filthy fantasies played through your mind. Luckily, what you saw inside distracted you from that base hunger.
You weren't sure what you had been expecting in his house, but this wasn't it. The room you found yourself in was small and carefully furnished. A red carpet was laid out on the wooden floor, in front of a well-used sofa and a couple of plush armchairs. A half-finished glass of wine sat on a side table, next to a oft-thumbed leather-bound book. Candles lit the small space, shutters on the windows fastened against the rain, and a cheery fire burned steady in the hearth. Closed doors lead to the other rooms.
It felt almost... cozy. You stood there for a second, slightly bewildered, before realising that your outerwear was dripping all over the carpet.
"Ah, I'm sorry!" You pulled off the cloak, which continued to deposit rainwater on the floor, and frantically looked around for somewhere to put it, your hands out in front of you, clutching the wet fabric.
Abdirak closed the door before walking over to you. A gentle chuckle emanated from him as he laid warm, scarred hands over your own cold ones. You stood still, almost petrified, as he intertwined his fingers with yours. The slow, tender touch made you shiver, your flesh tingling where your fingers met. An intimate moment passed as he looked down at you, interlocked digits tightening around yours with careful strength. A pale hunger to match your own flickered in his eyes, his jaw tightening with an unnamed emotion as his gaze burned into you.
After a beat, he prised the cloak from your grip, making sure to caress the backs of your hands with his thumbs as you reluctantly gave up the contact. He took a few steps to lay the sopping garment on the brick in front of the fire before turning back.
"Thank you." You glanced up at him sheepishly, your words stuck in your throat. What did you say now? Anything sounded far too forward in your head. Your eyes strayed to his bare chest, muscled and marked with scars. A slow heat churned in your abdomen.
"I'm glad you came, my child." He laid a hand on your shoulder, his hand warm against your shirt. You shivered slightly at the touch, but did not stir, instead losing yourself in his gaze. Flint-grey, and just as sharp.
"I..." you swallowed. "I've never done anything like this before." Your stomach was an anxious knot. Abdirak squeezed your shoulder before letting go and beckoning you to follow him.
"Leave your concerns at the door, dear one. I will instruct you in all that you must do." He went to one of the doors, unlocked it, and gestured you through. After a moment, you obeyed, mastering the sudden quiver of fear that manifested in your stomach.
This room was far more of what you had expected from a Loviatar follower, and you slowed as you entered. Instruments of pain lined the walls, all on neat hooks and shelves. Whips, flails, maces, knives, and other sharp things for which you had no name. There was a curious structure bolted onto the back wall, a large wooden X with various straps hanging from the ends of the legs and the middle. Your eyes were drawn to it, and your cheeks flared with heat.
Your heart accelerated as Abdirak closed the door and came up behind you. He stopped a hairsbreadth behind you, close enough that you could feel his body heat and taste his scent. Leather, musk, and the faintest hint of rose. You wanted to lean back into it, to lose yourself in him, and never find yourself again. The heat between your legs flamed hotter.
"Strip to your comfort." His voice was husky in your ear, going straight to your aching core. He seemed to pause, then, as if mastering some impulse, then walked over to a rack of tools and began to busy himself.
You took a deep, shuddering breath. This was it. You could tell him thank you, but you were not interested. Or, you could see where this went.
Your hands were already slipping under your clothes as the thought passed through your head. Fuck everything. You were going to give yourself over to this, to him, in every way possible.
With that in mind, you pulled everything off before slipping out of your shoes, shivering slightly as your soles met the stone floor.
Abdirak turned back to you just as you finished tossing everything into one pile of fabric. He stopped short, stormy eyes darkening as a wicked smirk stretched across his face.
"Oh, dear one." his voice dropped to a guttural purr. His gaze raked over your naked form, chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. "Such a tribute you offer to the Maiden of Pain."
"And to you." You murmured, meeting his eyes with a coy smile. A certain recklessness was coursing through your veins, fueled by the desire softly throbbing between your legs and the desperation of the past months.
The priest seemed slightly taken aback, eyebrows rising before settling down into an expression of unbridled desire that narrowed his eyes and pulled at his mouth in a delicious smirk. "Do your sins weigh heavy on you, my child?" His deep voice, so tender, so caring, contrasted and complimented perfectly with the way his knuckles whitened on the handle of the flail he held, the way he watched you with an eager violent lust. His words held a certain ritual quality to them, and you responded in kind after a beat, bowing your head.
"Yes, Father Abdirak." You spoke quietly, bowing your head and clasping your hands behind your back in a gesture of deference.
He exhaled, a deep breath that shook slightly as it left his lungs, then strode over to you. He laid a hand on your bare back, calluses rough against your skin.
"Walk." The command was deep, accompanied by a curling of his fingers into your flesh. You bit back a whimper of anticipation and let him guide you to the cross on the back wall.
He manipulated your body with deft touches, tightening restraints and adjusting the buckles with a smooth efficiency. You were facing the wall, arms and legs splayed out, your heart hammering in your chest so loudly you swore you could hear it echoing off of the stone chamber. You closed your eyes, enjoying the slight terror of not being able to see where he was or what the priest of Loviatar was doing.
Abdirak's voice sounded next to your ear in a deep growl. "You will scream for me. Let me hear it all, dear one. Beg. Plead. Whimper. If you wish for me to stop, you say 'Aboleth'." A touch caressed your back, then fingers fisted in your hair and gave it a yank that made you gasp in pain and ecstasy. "Say it."
"A-Aboleth." you half-spoke, half-moaned, the feeling going straight between your legs. This was dark, and dangerous, yet you felt somehow safe. Free to let go. Free to let him take complete control.
"Good." Lips caressed the side of your neck, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses on your skin as he relinquished his grip on your hair.
There was a few agonizing seconds of nothing but the sound of your beating heart.
Then searing stripes of pain, cruel and red-hot, carved across your back with the satisfying thwack of leather on flesh. Your body shook and your torso curved as much as it was able, ropes taut on your limbs, and a scream erupted from your opened mouth. As the pain receded, a profound sense of relaxation flooded through your veins, leaving you slumped and sobbing in your restraints.
"That's it. Surrender it all to the Goddess." Abdirak sounded delirious with delight. "Beg, child, scream for Loviatar's forgiveness!"
There was a swish, then another biting strike of the many-tailed whip. Another throat-scalding scream came from deep within you, hysterical and high-pitched, a keening noise the likes of which you had never heard from yourself before. "Please! Gods!" You were babbling as the pain faded into a dull ache, tears running down your face and dripping onto the floor. But along with that pain, there was a creeping warmth, a strange and twisted.... pleasure? You flushed, a sigh escaping your lips.
"There, yes." The priest sounded as aroused as you felt, his voice ragged and laboured. "Give in to her blessings, dear one."
"I..." you groaned, the aching heat in your back intensifying, sending jolts of pleasure that throbbed in the dripping slick of your cunt. "Fuck, I need more, please."
The growl that Abdirak responded with had you quivering. Deep. More animal than human, a dark and throbbing sound.
You didn't even tense in anticipation as you heard the hiss of leather through air, letting your muscles go limp. The pain that came as it struck your relaxed back was heavenly, pleasurable almost the instant it hit. There were no thoughts anymore, no worries or anxieties. Just bliss. Total surrender into Abdirak's care. You writhed, screamed, and shuddered as the sensation shivered through your body.
No other god had come close to giving you this kind of ecstasy. You were begging for more the moment the stinging began to fade, your pleas hoarse and alien in your own ears. The priest complied, laying skilled strikes along your back, then across your ass and the backs of your thighs, each time a novel feeling, wrenching heartrending cries of pain and delirious pleasure from deep within you.
Time fell away. There was only blissful agony, the sound of whips on flesh, and Abdirak's voice over and through all of it. Praising you, worshiping you in a tone like honeyed leather, telling you how good you were, how penitent, how beautiful.
When the strikes began to bite too deep, when you began to shy away from the whip rather than greet it with glorious moans, he stopped. Gentle hands undid the ropes that bound you to the cross. You slumped back into his embrace, boneless and euphoric. Abdirak carried you in his arms like a child, holding you close to his chest. You nuzzled at him, burying your face into his sweat-slicked pectorals, inhaling his musk. A total sense of peace pervaded you, wrapped you in a bliss you hadn't known since you were a very small child.
He laid you on something warm and soft, then sat down next to you. Your eyes still closed, you moved towards his heat, curling up against him and pressing your face into the robes against his thigh. His hands began to work something cool and slick into your back, pressing in gentle little circles and giving attention to the deeper marks that he had left.
"You did so well for me, dear one." He murmured as he worked. You opened your eyes to see him smiling down at you. He had a kind of awe on his face, an expression that softened his eyes and made him look almost vulnerable. "Such wonderful agonies. You truly are beautiful, my sweet, penitent child."
You curled closer to him in response, craving his touch. He stroked your hair with one hand, then gently lifted you into a sitting position, your back cradled against his arm. He brought a mug up to your face, pressing it to your lips. The scent of honey and chamomile filled your nostrils, and you were suddenly aware of how dry and sore your throat was.
"Small sips, child." You obeyed meekly, the sweet warm liquid soothing as it went down. He guided you through the whole mug, holding you close and occasionally wiping a stray drop from your chin with his thumb.
By the time you were done, your eyelids felt heavy, your head full of nothing but contentment. Abdirak laid you back down on the small bed, covering you with a blanket and tucking it around you with a tender attentiveness that made you melt inside all over again.
You caught his arm as he stood, and he looked down at you with surprise. You smiled sleepily up at him. "Thank you." You murmured, trying to convey your feelings as best as you could in that simple phrase.
The priest simply smiled back, then leaned down and placed a tender kiss on your forehead. "Sleep, dear one."
You obeyed.
- - -
You awoke feeling deliciously relaxed. There was a warm throbbing in your back, but otherwise you felt good. No, better than good. Great. The best you'd felt in a very long time.
After a moment of simply luxuriating in your happiness, you sat up, wincing and smiling at the slight pains that action brought. Abdirak was nowhere in sight. The bondage cross had been wiped down, and the tools he'd used on you had been put away.
You idly wondered how many others he had brought this pleasure to. Not out of jealousy, but curiosity. He was so skilled, and you felt honored to have received his attentions. Still, you wanted more. Gods, did you want more. The way he had made you feel, you could become hopelessly infatuated with him. The pain. The gentleness. All of it together.
You stood, the blanket falling with a soft thwump to the floor, and went to the door, opening it to peer into the main room of the small house.
Abdirak had fallen asleep on the couch, his head resting back on an arm of the faded piece of furniture, a book on his chest. It was opened to a particularly gruesome diagram of torture methods. You hesitated, watching the steady rise and fall of his breath. There was a slight frown on his face, and his brow was furrowed. He looked vulnerable, almost sad.
You leaned against the doorframe, lost in thought. How had he come to Loviatar, you wondered? There must have been a great amount of pain and tragedy in his life for him to turn to the Maiden of Pain. Had he been like you, a lost soul who had been taken in by a fellow follower? How many of his scars were from the worship of his Goddess, and how many were from some terrible past?
These thoughts swept through you, stirring a profound sense of tenderness for the sleeping priest. You closed the door carefully behind you, and walked up to the couch on noiseless unshod feet before kneeling beside him.
He shifted slightly, mumbling something in his dreams. A wince passed over his face, pulling his mouth into a quick expression of sorrow and terror. It made him look so much younger, and the soft, sweet feeling in your heart swelled. Tentatively, you reached forward and brushed the lick of white hair back from his brow.
The gentle touch stirred him, and he opened his eyes, blinking slowly. A smile touched his lips as he saw you.
"Dear one." He caught your hand in his, sitting up to look down at you with fondness in his eyes. "How are you feeling?" You smiled from where you knelt, and he squeezed your hand, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your palm.
"I..." You paused. How were you feeling? "I feel better than I have in a very long time. That was... incredible."
A genuine look of happiness lit up Abdirak's face, light dancing in his grey eyes like sunshine on deep water.
"It was my pleasure." A slight innuendo darkened his voice at the word, and a blush crept onto your cheeks. He paused. "If you wish, perhaps I could continue to instruct you in the Maiden's ways." The statement was tentative, as if he wasn't sure how you would respond. After all, you had very recently professed profound alarm at the very idea of Loviatar.
You furrowed your brow, speaking slowly. "I... I think I'd like that. This... isn't what I had imagined. I think I'd like to learn more."
Abdirak smiled again, the sincerity of the expression taking your breath away, and he guided you up beside him onto the couch.
"Not now, of course, you must heal first. Mustn't be greedy, my child." He chided with half a laugh in his voice.
You nodded your assent, and a comfortable silence stretched between you. Abdirak glanced over at you, his eyes raking over your naked form. He seemed to be teetering on some sort of precipice, desire and something else mixing in his gaze. He wanted you, you could tell. But something held him back.
When he made to stand, you caught his arm with a frown.
"Abdirak, I..." You met his eyes, stormy with emotion. "I want to lie with you." The words made you flush, but you continued, stumbling over your profession. "I want to give you pleasure. I want to give.... I want to give everything to you."
A low groan sounded deep inside the man's bare and scarred chest, which rose and fell with a constrained want. Everything in him was tense, his muscles clenching under his skin, a hungry, almost predatory look on his face.
"Dear child, I..." he swallowed thickly before disentangling your hand from his arm. He stood, staring down at you with balled fists. It seemed to be taking everything in him to not lunge at you. To devour you completely.
"You do not know what you ask. There are others. Better men. I will happily show you Loviatar's love, but you... you deserve much better in your bed." His jaw tightened with emotion, and he looked down, refusing to meet your gaze.
"I don't want them." You spoke softly as you stood up, closing the distance between you. His chestpiece pricked at your flesh as you pressed your body against his, stinging and drawing tiny droplets of blood from your breasts. He watched, his entire form shivering with need, as little rivulets of red trickled slowly down your naked flesh. His mouth opened in a silent moan.
"I want you." Your voice dropped to a low murmur as you leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
Another deep sound, primal and hungry, rumbled inside of him. His chest rose and fell with deep, desperate, shaky breaths. The blood on your breasts smeared against his chest as you pressed against him, slick and warm between you.
"Please." You slipped your hand inside his robe to find his cock, hard and throbbing, and began to smear the dripping precum around the head of the pulsating organ.
The priest snapped.
In one moment, his mouth was on your breasts, his hands grabbing under your thighs and pulling you off the floor to hook your feet around his back. His tongue licked eagerly at the bloody streaks on your skin, head bent as he cleaned the wounds with a insane hunger.
"Dear one." He panted, turning to push your back against the wall, grinding himself against you with a ferocious need, voice muffled in the flesh of your breasts. He raised his head to lock eyes with you, his dilated pupils darkening his eyes to a stormy sea-black. A subtle streak of red ran down his lip, but was caught by his questing tongue.
You leaned your head forward in a hungry, violent kiss, teeth knocking, tongues twisting, needful noises from both of you drowned in each other's mouths. It was slick, and hot, and good, and you wrapped yourself more tightly around him, hands grasping at his back, sliding against muscled flesh.
Abdirak broke the kiss to press his forehead against yours, eyes glazed and mouth open in a half-smile of needful lust. His hips were working constantly, thrusting forward to meet you, thin cloth soaking quickly as he rutted himself against your dripping cunt. He pushed you more firmly against the wall, freeing his hands and holding you there with the weight and pressure of his body, sweaty with animal heat. He hastily undid hidden buckles and straps on his waist, shoving the clothing onto the ground as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, teeth nipping at your flesh.
There was a desperation in his breath, in the little voiced groans as he left bruises on your neck and collarbone, that made you wonder how long it had been. He seemed almost starved, feral for touch and sex and the hot, sweaty passionate grappling of bodies. You did everything you could to sate him, moaning and pressing every part of you to him, your fingernails digging into the skin of his back.
Now naked but for his spiked pauldrons, Abdirak stepped back, cock in hand, staring at you with a crazed intensity. You straightened up as much as you were able, your back to the wall, flushed and breathing like you'd never tasted oxygen before.
"On your knees for me." His voice was ragged and dark, but a trace of tenderness softened the words, as did the gentle hand on your shoulder, guiding you down to kneel before him. You stared up, hands on your thighs, as he gave himself a few slow pumps, closing his eyes and tilting his head upwards in ecstasy. Slick drops of precum slid down his shaft just a few inches from your face, and your mouth watered in response.
Unable to contain yourself, you leaned forward and gave him a slow, wet lick along the bottom of his flushed cock, gathering the sticky fluid into your mouth and ending with an open-mouthed kiss on the head of the quivering organ.
His hips jerked forward, eyes flying open in surprise. A wicked smile played along his face as he looked down at you, your lips in an O as you wriggled your tongue into his dripping slit.
"Greedy girl." He purred, pleased as you began to slowly take him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and flickering your tongue along the underside of his cock. The salty, slightly bitter taste of him spurred you on until you were trying to swallow as much as you could, half-choking but not caring, your hands grasping at his hips as they rocked forward. His fingers found your hair, clutching at your scalp and twining almost lovingly in your locks, pulling you further and further until you couldn't even breathe, and everything was a mess of gagging and saliva and a hard pressure at the back of your throat. You couldn't stop, ignoring your own panic at the lack of oxygen, trying to swallow more and more and more, pre-cum trickling down your throat, a subtle ringing in your ears, you were drunk on his taste, your vision starting to go black as his hips moved more and more violently-
Abdirak forced you back, yanking your hair as you mewled in protest, sticking your tongue out in desperation as he popped out of your mouth. Long strands of saliva and precum connected you and him, and you wriggled in his grasp, eager to resume your feast.
He spoke in short, clipped phrases, as he half-carried, half-dragged you to the couch, picking you up under your arms as if you weighed no more than one of his instruments of pained delight. "I want-" He sat you on the piece of furniture, your hips on the edge, and spread your thighs with hands gripping hard enough to bruise- "-to taste you-" His eyes glinted with ravenous lust as he moved between your legs- "-dear one."
Those last words were spoken a hairsbreadth from your clit, his lips just barely caressing the wet, quivering little nub of flesh. A harsh moan grated your throat, and your hips jerked in his grasp.
His mouth opened and he slid the length of his tongue along your dripping slit, ending with a flickering across that lovely bundle of nerves hat had you squirming against him, desperately trying to move closer to the heat of his breath as a lance of searing pleasure shuddered through you.
"Abdirak!" You moaned his name like a prayer as he fastened his mouth to you and began to work with his lips and tongue as if you were the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. His tongue wormed its way inside you, stroking your sticky, quivering walls with lovely writhing twisting caresses.
His hands rubbed up and down your shaking thighs with a soothing motion as he brought you to the edge and kept you there with slow licks, his eyes narrowing as he looked up at you. You whined in protest, a shivering hot bubble of pleasure threatening to burst under the careful movement of his mouth. "Please!" Your voice was a breathy, trembling, needy thing, and a smirk crinkled at the corner of his eyes at the panting desperation in your tone.
He moved his face so that his tongue and lips were focused solely on your clit, softly kissing and lapping at that little kernel of pleasure that vibrated wetly with the stimulation. You grabbed at his head, hands tangling in his soft white hair and scraping along the shaved stubble with a choked wail of need. Slowly, gently, he slipped two fingers inside you, stroking at your walls with a touch that was melting you. A fire flamed hotter inside of you with every deliberate pump and curl of his fingers as he suckled at your clit with an even pulsing of air and breath.
"Come for me." He murmured, voice soft but still commanding, like velvet wrapped steel. He flexed his digits inside you, pressing right into your g-spot with perfect force. The very tip of his tongue wetly tickled your clit as he gave it a hard, demanding suck, lips sealing around it so that no single nerve escaped the pure bliss he forced upon it.
You obeyed, falling head-first into an orgasm that built with a slow, roaring intensity and swept through you with shuddering, ecstatic force. Your body curved back, hips pressing his mouth flush to you, thighs clamped around his head as a throbbing pleasure seized your cunt and pulsed with glorious release. Again, and again, and again, thick hot waves of sticky pleasure vibrated from your core, Abdirak working you through it even as you soaked his face in your release.
As the last shiver died down, leaving a beautiful tingling resonating in your bones, he rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and staring down at you with something like reverence on his face.
"So very beautiful." He murmured. You made something approaching speech, swallowed, then tried again, your voice trembling like a leaf.
"Come here." With a herculean effort, you managed to move yourself so that you were bent over the couch, feet on the floor and hands on the back of the piece of furniture. You twisted your head around to see the priest hesitating, even though his cock was painfully erect, freely dripping precum, his scrotum high and tight against him, bulging with seed that you knew was aching to be released.
"Are you sure, dear one?" Despite his words, he moved closer behind you, hands settling to grasp your waist. You wondered why he was so reticent. It certainly wasn't from any deficiency on your part, not with the way he'd feasted on you. Not with the way he looked at you.
"Please." You tried to project every ounce of your need that burned inside you. "Abdirak, I want to give you this. I want to have you. I want to be yours."
"My child..." He murmured. "Oh, my dear, beautiful, penitent sinner." His voice sank lower with each word, until, at the last syllable, he nestled the warm head of his rock-hard cock against you, and began to push himself inside.
You tensed, pushing back against him and crying out in ecstasy. Little spasms of pleasure fluttered inside you as he worked himself in, opening your utterly sopping walls and ending with a soft thump nestled against your cervix. Your knees trembled, and he waited a moment for you to adjust before he began to move again.
You were lost the second he moved his hips. The wet, sliding, stretching motion, tearing you apart inside with every thrust, had you gasping, clenching, eyes rolling back into your skull. His hands were painfully tight on your waist now, and you could hear his panting breaths, the wet smack every time he bottomed out.
"Oh fuck!" You moaned, swirling your hips against him. "Fuck, Abdirak!" He didn't reply, but instead began to set a punishing pace, his self-control falling to pieces. He was forcing you further and further into the couch with powerful, bruising strokes that slammed against your g-spot. Low groans emanated from his chest as he chased his own end with an increasing desperation.
His thrusts were so rapid you could barely breathe, the constant sliding, grinding, pounding pleasure on every inch of your walls pulling you forcefully towards another orgasm. Your arms gave out, and your face sank into the cushions, the fabric muffling your desperate, degenerate noises of ecstasy. His hips stuttered, and you clenched as hard as you could, wanting to give him his release, but he stopped short, breathing raggedly.
"Not... without..." He rasped, then moved his hands, sliding them up your body and pulling you up against him, your back flush against his chest. With one of his hands he grasped at a breast, kneading at it with bruising force, fingers pinching your nipple with a pain that had you writhing against him, scoring your back with the jagged wires on his collarbone, biting back cries of the agony and the pleasure of it.
His other hand came down between your legs, slipping in the wet mess to begin stroking at your over-sensitized clit. You choked out a moan as he began to move his cock again, keeping you close against him as he set a desperate pace, matching his hips and hands so that the swirling of his fingers against your aching nub was sending you down a spiral of pleasure. Your walls spasmed around him, your clit shivering sweetly, nipple burning with the squeezing of his fingers. White-hot oblivion flickered just out of reach, beckoning with every savage thrust of his hips into yours.
Abdirak trembled against you, leaning down to bite your shoulder as his hips began to shake, his cock twitching deep inside. The sinking of his teeth into the meat of your muscle undid you, and you came apart with him. To be orgasming on his cock was pure bliss. You could feel the thick, hot ropes of cum splattering inside you, the waves of pleasure that had you screaming and milking every drop from him with a powerful clenching and squeezing ecstasy. Your clit spasmed and shuddered under his fingers, the thick fluid of your own release gushing and coating his hand as he coaxed every little murmur of pleasure from the organ.
Teeth-clenchingly slowly, the delicious throbbing waves of your orgasms swept through you both in concert, until all that was left were spent muscles and limbs wrapped loosely around each other, sweat and semen and release covering the pair of you.
You ended up tangled together on the couch, Abdirak still buried inside of you, the slow softening of his cock permitting a slow sticky flow of your mixed release to slide down your inner thigh. You were curled up, your back against his chest, his arms tightly wrapped around you and his face in your shoulder. A happy glow suffused you, golden and warm.
"Abdirak?" You murmured. He stirred behind you, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your neck in answer.
"Why..." You hesitated. You didn't want to kill the mood, but you had to know. "You made me come so hard. You gave me the best damn orgasms of my life." You took a breath and snuggled back into him, not caring that his chestpiece continued to scratch your back. "But you were so reluctant to let me pleasure you. To take your own release. Why?" There was a long silence where he simply held you, breathing against your neck. You almost thought he'd fallen asleep when he answered, so quiet you had to strain to hear his words, even though they were spoken inches from your ear.
"A story for another time, dear one." He hesitated, pressing another kiss to your shoulder. "Suffice it to say that I have served others, then Loviatar, for so long, that to take anything for myself..." He trailed off, his tone distant, almost sad.
You moved slightly, turning to meet his eyes. He smiled and moved a hand to cup your cheek. "Please, Abdirak." You touched your forehead to his. "Let me be here for you. I... I want to stay." You swallowed. "If you'll have me."
Clear grey eyes widened inches in front of your own in a mix of astonishment and fondness. "Dear one..." An expression passed over his face, something almost like pain. "You would stay for me?"
You smiled and bent forward to kiss him. "Yes. Until whatever end may come."
Then there was only bliss, and later, the slow peaceful dreams that come with sleep in another's arms.
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to prove that im not Full Of Shit and that I have indeed been writing and just have not been happy enough with fucking any of it to post, I am going to share the little intro snippet of the Rolan fic I've been trying desperately to write. idk maybe some of yall can shame me into working on the rest of it. rough draft and all so buyer beware below the cut
It is a truth universally acknowledged that an archmage in good standing must be in want of an apprentice. That was what awaited him in Baldur’s Gate, Rolan reminded himself. He would happily sit through this night of drunken merriment if it meant they were finally free to continue on in the morning. Well, perhaps not happily, but tolerably. In his opinion, they had already wasted enough time, cowering in the druid's grove from a few goblins; but Lia and Cal would not be swayed to leave before properly thanking their so-called hero.
“Hells, Rolan. You look far too dour for someone who’s supposed to be celebrating,” his brother said, leaning on a log with a drink in hand.
“I’d rather not end up as a drunken fool by the end of the night. I’m sure you’ll already have that taken care of,” Rolan replied. “Besides, I’ll celebrate when there's a real reason to. All any of us accomplished was being the damsels in distress to a crew of adventurers.”
Lia raised her glass to point at him, swaying a bit as she smiled. “Glowering in the corner all night won't get us to the Gate any faster, Rol. You may as well join us drunken fools.”
“I bet he wouldn't be so grumpy if a certain ranger wasn’t still talking to Ikaron,” Cal said, nudging his sister in the side. He nodded his head in the direction of a half-elf woman a little ways off, who was sharing a drink with one of the refugee guards.
Rolan begrudgingly turned his head to look at Rhiannon, laughing and standing unnecessarily close to the tiefling guard. Not unnecessarily close, he chided himself; she was free to seek the company of whomever she wished. The rest of the camp certainly was.
“She likes the grumpy ones, does she?” Lia said, flashing an unendurably knowing grin at Rolan. He didn't deign to reply, only grunting and rolling his eyes as he turned his back.
He certainly had no expectations of Rhiannon seeking his company out, after the way he had acted. He’d assumed she was nothing but talk and pomp, and had treated her as such. As a result, she likely thought the exact same of him, he imagined. He had done little to suggest otherwise, stewing and grumbling around the grove. A less generous person may have even called it whining - his sister certainly had. But while he sat about worrying and complaining, Rhiannon had acted, clearing the road and saving them all. Rolan liked to fancy himself more than capable of a little skirmish, but that, it seemed, was the difference between them; where he fancied, she did.
“You gonna talk to her at any point, or just keep glaring at Ikaron all night?” Cal asked.
Lia snorted beside him. “Please. He’s been staring at her for daaays,” she said, her drunken drawl dragging out the word. “He's just too chicken shit to admit it.”
Rolan felt his face flush, and lifted his wine to his lips to hide it. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he muttered into the glass.
“Aww, see, Cal? He’s embarrassed,” she continued. “Admit it, Rol. She’s not such a… what did you call her, again?”
“Nothing,” he hissed.
But they remained undaunted. “A meddlesome little goodie two shoes, I think,” Cal said.
“Oh, pardon me for being skeptical of a group of mercenary adventurers,” he replied. He couldn't be faulted for his suspicions. Most people, after all, were only in it for what they could get; she was just the unexpected exception. “I am… grateful for their help, and I will be even more grateful in the morning when we can be on our way.”
“Riiight, that’s why you keep sneaking glances at her when you think no one’s looking,” Lia said with a hiccup. “Why don’t you just admit you think she’s -hic- cute?”
Rolan choked, and he felt his wine go down the wrong pipe. He spluttered, turning his face to hide the creeping blush. In a voice that he hoped sounded unbothered, he answered. “She’s… tolerable, I suppose. I wouldn't go so far as to call her pretty, but–”
“Who said pretty? Besides you, that is,” Cal said.
“Idiots, both of you,” Rolan hissed. “Don't you have anything better to do?”
“Mmm, I dunno, Lia,” Cal said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “He picks an awful lot of fights with her. Most people don’t pick so many fights with someone they have a crush on.”
The word flustered Rolan even more. Crush? Ridiculous.
“Rolan's not most people,” Lia replied. “For him, picking useless arguments with her daily is practically begging her to f–”
“Enough!” Rolan yelled. Their teasing was relentless. He looked around to make sure they hadn’t attracted any attention as he coolly straightened his robes. “You are both… completely out of line. I assure you, I have no opinion of the woman either way.”
Rather than silencing them, his outrage only added fuel to their snickering fire. “If you say so, Rol,” Cal said. “So, if Rhiannon came over to talk to us, you'd be totally unbothered?”
“Of course,” Rolan answered sharply as he sipped his wine.
“Oh?” A dangerous glint was catching in Lia’s eyes; he saw the wheels turning in her head just a moment too late to stop them. “Then let’s find out! Hey, Rhi–”
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HD Sudsfest Fic: Phoenix in the Fire
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Phoenix in the Fire by @lqtraintracks
for @wolfpants
Rating: E Words: 28,000 Additional Tags: casual sex (until it’s no longer casual); switching; desi Harry; long-haired Harry; tattooed Draco; Hogwarts professors; Defence Professor Harry; Divination Professor Draco; war orphans; drunkenness; skinny-dipping; Quidditch; duelling; falling in love; fuckbuddies to lovers; angst with a happy ending; elf professors and students; centaur students; ONBC; mild, brief jealousy; past Harry/Ginny; (very) minor Draco/Astoria; POV Harry Potter Prompt: 22
Harry never expected to have a hot summer fling with Draco Malfoy when he agreed to mind the castle with him. He also never expected that it would all have to end on August thirty-first. What happens when casual sex with Harry’s ex-enemy turns not casual after all? And how the hell is he going to stop Draco from making one of the biggest mistakes of his life?
Give Phoenix in the Fire some love on AO3!
new fic header art by @faevorite-main-blog, do not repost
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nanoland · 10 months
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updated list of My Stuff:
(will tidy this up and add links when i have the time and energy) 
All my writing is available on Kindle Unlimited and all my novels (and both anthologies) are also available as paperbacks.  
My storefront, where you can find everything: HERE. 
Novels
Evil Men
Crunch 
Dough
Lovequake
Every Wickedness
The Tools That Ran Away
Good as Gold
Hot Air
Our New King
Oba and the Boat
Out of the Woods
Eternity’s Sunrise
Novellas
To Add Drunkenness To Thirst
Danny Diamond
Eternity’s Sunrise
Fleabags
Toy Boy
Hopeless Henry
The Amateur
The Assassin and the Queen
Vanquished
Boomball
The Prisoner
Vanquished
Treasured
#EarthSucks
The Bounty Hunter (sequels: The Bounty Hunter and the Pollen Incident and The Bounty Hunter’s Bad Day) 
To Hell and Back (sequels: For the Hell of It and Raising Hell)
 Short stories
A Fight at the Museum
His Majesty’s Merriment
The Elf
The Beach
Two Dead Idiots Hang Out and Maybe Kiss
Cheesy
The Pirate and the Pond
So These Rude Grumpy Arrogant Jerks Fall in Love and it’s Gross
Crafty Little Devil
 Anthologies
Bacchanal
Jamboree
 M/M
Evil Men
Every Wickedness
Lovequake
The Tools That Ran Away
Hot Air
Good as Gold
The Amateur
To Add Drunkenness To Thirst
Our New King
So These Rude Grumpy Arrogant Jerks Fall in Love and it’s Gross
Vanquished
Fleabags
#EarthSucks
The Prisoner
Hopeless Henry
Butterfly Boy
The Bounty Hunter (sequels: The Bounty Hunter and the Pollen Incident and The Bounty Hunter’s Bad Day)
To Hell and Back (sequels: For the Hell of It and Raising Hell)
Cheesy
Ugh. I Really Hate That Guy
Ugh, Being a Secret Agent is Horrible
Crafty Little Devil
The Pirate and the Pond
Danny Diamond
Toy Boy
Rotten Apples
The Beach
His Majesty’s Merriment
A Fight at the Museum
 F/F
Lovequake
Oba and the Boat
Eternity’s Sunrise
Boomball
Out of the Woods
 M/F
Dough
Treasured
The Assassin and the Queen
The Elf
 Nonbinary/trans protagonists
Dough
Lovequake
The Tools That Ran Away
#EarthSucks
Danny Diamond
The Amateur
Two Dead Idiots Hang Out and Maybe Kiss
The Elf
Every Wickedness 
Oba and the Boat
 Poly
The Amateur
Good as Gold
The Tools That Ran Away
#EarthSucks
 Scifi
Lovequake
The Tools That Ran Away
Boomball
#EarthSucks
The Bounty Hunter (sequels: The Bounty Hunter and the Pollen Incident and The Bounty Hunter’s Bad Day)
 Supervillains/heroes
The Amateur
Good as Gold
Hot Air
Toy Boy
Butterfly Boy
Rotten Apples
A Fight at the Museum
 Fantasy
Evil Men
Every Wickedness
To Add Drunkenness To Thirst
Danny Diamond
Eternity’s Sunrise
Our New King
Oba and the Boat
Out of the Woods
The Prisoner
Fleabags
Two Dead Idiots Hang Out and Maybe Kiss
Vanquished
The Pirate and the Pond
Crafty Little Devil
Treasured
The Assassin and the Queen
To Hell and Back (sequels: For the Hell of It and Raising Hell)
 Stuff without fantasy or scifi elements:
Crunch
Dough
 Erotica
The Prisoner 
The Assassin and the Queen
The Elf
The Beach
Cheesy
He’s a Monster
The Pirate and the Pond
Crafty Little Devil
Treasured
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Hiii Liv 0: so I just saw that you made a list of fics where Ron is being his Best Friend Self and I wondered! Do you perhaps have some fic recommendations in which Draco and Hermione are best friends?? because i LOOOVE to find those and i'd love to find more! Thank you! 💖💖💖💖
Hello hello! Not sure about best friends, but I definitely know a few fics where they’re close friends or at least work acquaintances :) hope you enjoy these!
It Wasn't About the Figurines by @fw00shy (2020, M, 4.5k)
Draco knew that moving in with Harry was going to be trouble. But even he didn't expect that finding Harry's stash of copulating house-elf figurines would frame Harry as a serial killer.
One Night at the Leaky by birdsofshore (2015, T, 12k)
Harry should have known better than to accept a drunken dare. Especially when Malfoy was sitting right there, looking like that and wearing those bloody tight trousers.
Find The Balance by lauren3210, Obliviate_Amores (2015, M, 15k)
After Harry gives Draco his wand and goes back to using his own, they both start having trouble making them work. Finding out why is a lot simpler than fixing the problem.
IDK My BFF Hermione? by lettered (2011, E, 19k)
Draco's a hot mess. Harry's lovin' it (hell yes).
In Pursuit of Lost Marbles by @graymatters (2021, T, 22k)
Every night after work, Healer Malfoy follows the same routine, beginning with a familiar flight of stairs that leads to the Janus Thickey Ward at St. Mungo's. With an air of professionalism, he introduces himself to Harry, his husband of seven years, when a memory curse makes Harry look at him like a stranger.
measures of our days and nights by flimsy (2012, E, 40k)
Draco returns to London to help the Ministry decipher a spell, but things aren’t quite as simple as they seem.
Transfigurations by Resonant (2003, E, 71k)
Five years after Voldemort's defeat, Harry returns to England to help re-open Hogwarts.
Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love by @aibidil (2017, E, 80k)
In which a group of wizards' rights activists goes on the offensive after a prohibition against love potions, forcing the magical world to confront the horror of magic's role in sexual assault and the murky legal nature of consent. Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Draco are swept together to solve the case, and in the process they're made to confront their own love and lust—with and without potions.
Draco Malfoy and the Mirror of Ecidyrue by starbrigid (2020, T, 90k)
All it takes is one look in a mirror and an ill-advised attempt to shatter it, before an embittered Draco Malfoy fresh out of Azkaban is sent back into his body on the day he gets his Hogwarts letter.
Threshold by Kbrick (2021, E, 126k)
Unspeakable Draco Malfoy finally gets his chance to consult with the Auror Department when a series of mysterious doors covered in runic symbols appear all across the country, only to fade away minutes later. Draco’s eager to help solve the mystery of the doors until he’s partnered with Harry Potter, who still treats him like an enemy.
From Ashes by Caedes12 (2017, E, 150k)
When Draco comes back for eighth year, he starts an unexpected friendship with Hermione Granger. Between his new friendship and his parents kicking him out of the house, Draco's life starts down a new path.
survival is a talent by ShanaStoryteller (2017, T, WIP)
In the middle of their second year, Draco and Harry discover they're soulmates and do their best to keep it a secret from everyone. Their best isn't perfect.
Thank you @allshielded for sharing this rec:
Scaredy Cat by GallaPlacidia (2021, M, 53k)
Draco is cursed and starts uncontrollably turning into a kitten whenever he's stressed. There is, of course, only one logical solution: he must move in with Harry until they figure out how to break the curse.
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Asexxxual Erotica's Original Characters
Below is a list of the original characters most commonly used on this blog. This list is expected to be continually updating with new muses as they are created, so consider these often when looking for muses other than those in Canon to send RP requests in for.
~RWBY Muses~
Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Cherrybomb!!: Daughter of non-canon Fox Alistair and Neopolitan, a punk rocker and trouble-maker with a love for fighting and fucking, in equal measure
The Stylish Stitcher: Former graduate of Beacon and leader of Team MDHS, now a skilled fashion designer making unique defensive outfits for huntsmen
Moon Dust by Midnight: Former graduate of Beacon who turned his attention to creating a Dust refinery company to challenge the SDC in Vacuo
~Marvel Muses~
From Between the Spider-Verse: Original Spider-Man of Earth-765, dealing with his own otherworldly origins while still tryink to be a decent everyday superhero
Green with Grief: Earth-765's version of Harry Osborn, best friend turned anti-hero as she fights off the grief of losing her father to his wild ambitions
Weaver of Dreams: Newest Spider-person of Earth-765, aspiring artist with big dreams that her powers might just be the keys to achieving
~Dungeons & Dragons Muses~
The Wandering Prince: Minotaur raised by loving family that was murdered and is now on a path of vengeance against his parents murders
The Black Night Ranger: Warrior raised by soldiers and with an innate connection to the land travels south for adventure and his own purpose
A Royal and Loyal Rabbit: Lagomore with a duty to protect and serve her lord, now on a quest to bring to justice the one that embarrassed him
The Bandit King of the North: Former Bandit leader, stung from a loss to someone he hadn’t expected, now on a quest to get stronger
Free-Spirited Far Traveler: Eladrin with a love for the zest of life who escaped her arranged marriage and fled to the material plane
The Ice-Cold Princess: Ice Genasi noble who is eager to take up her father’s crown…just as soon as she finishes seeing the world first
The Drunken Devil: Tiefling raised to be the inheritor of her monastery’s highest rank fails at last moment and turns to drinking and revelry
The Striking Lotus: Half-elf that lost her family in a violent attack ends up an urchin on the city streets and is taken in by a kind dojo master
The Naughty Changeling: Changeling who believed they were a half-elf their whole life sets off on a quest to meet their real father, despite distractions
A Mind His Own: Ulitharid created from a Mind Flayer tadpole and a goliath begins to question his morality and becomes a slave liberator
Guided by Grief: Tiefling raised to be a weapon for a holy order, now a wanderer after her affair with an acolyte led to her execution
The Lady of Pearl: Tiefling songstress who is a rival to another skilled Tiefling performer in another major port town across the seas
Bane of the Waves: Tiefling pirate who went on to found a band of skilled adventurers in a notable city, and the adventurers he now travels with
The Wandering Flower: Wood elf who lived a life of isolation in her druidic conclave sets out to see the wider world for all its wonders
The Beast of the Mountains: Goliath warrior and huntmaster leaves his homeland behind him in search of the greatest beasts
Escaping the Shadows: Tiefling from a wicked family flees from the Shadowfell and starts her new life as a friendly witch in the woods
White Cold Fury: Dragonborn warrior who spent his whole life feeling like a stranger in his own body learns he was meant to be a dragon
The Faerie Huntsman: Tiefling raised by woods that bleed into the Feywild goes to save his sisters from the fey and ends up in the wrong world
The Woodland Warden: Motherly Lagomore who lives in woods that bleed into the Feywild and tends to them and the creatures that call it home
Hell's Coming With Me: Half-Orc Artificer who single-handedly reignited the industrial revolution and is trying to clean up his mess.
Out of the Pit: Dark elf who spent her life being ostracized by her own flees to the surface after years of being a prisoner in the fighting pits
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SO A DEVELOPMENT HAS HAPPENED AND i DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO-- other than just scream about it on a post and just y'know... go to town on it to get it out of my fucking head bc it's been there since last night.
I've noticed that over the course of these many rewatches of Vox I have inevitably fallen into the fucking trap that is this fucking horny bard and I can't fucking breathe-- I don't know what has happened but here we are... me screaming about scanlan... enjoy this while you can bc I will be deleting this after a while ao;weijf;owiefa I'm trying to be tsun but it's not working. I keep thinking about scenarios and things and I jsut a;owiefj;aowijefaef
So when Bunny joins the group a lot of them are untrustworthy with her, but not everyone. She's very cute and sweet, which means that the likes of Pike and Keyleth are gonna be drawn to her. Percy suspects her, but he's not as loud or aggressive. Just softly watching her with heavy eyes while Vex is skeptical of her sweetness. She eventually softens over time, though, because she's too cute and attractive for her own good. Though she won't admit it out loud.
Vax and Scanlan are the loudest, however, in their distrust for this adorable elf person who just seems too cute and sweet. They're both insistent that no one can be that sweet, especially Scanlan who is very loud about how that "cuteness must be a cover for EVIL", when in fact she's just... traumatized lmao. That's why she's so sweet, and the group will come to learn the truth of her past eventually.
But as for her and this fuckin gnome, it's very all over the place bc of the prior suspicions and such like that. There's many instances of him trying to "prove" her insidiousness, however he just falls short every time. Or embarrasses himself.
Oh but until he accidentally overhears her talking to Say in confidence about how she might, sometimes, in certain lights, find him hot. And this COMPLETELY flips him upside down for a loop and confuses the fuck out of him. So from then on it's a matter of wtf is going to happen with these two. Does he still suspect her?? Is she kind of hot af too?? Yes-- Yes she is. And thus begins this weird suspicious yet chase situation?? Still hammering out details but--
I was thinking about one specific scene for fucking HOURS and I can't get it out of my head. When he finally after all of his advances and heavily hitting on her, he finally gets her to agree to just have one fucking night. She doesn't necessarily make anything out of it at first, but they have gotten to that stage where she does-- and this becomes a thing between them.
And this one fucking scene is just-- After multiple (and I do fucking mean multiple) rounds, lying in the aftermath of everything... here Bunny fucking lays underneath the sheets while trying to catch her breath. Her hair is a mess and the sheets barely cover her fucking frame and she is sweaty and unkempt but she is BEAUTIFUL-- fucking ravaging. She is wondering how in the hell that she got here and why she's so fucking?? happy about it?? after so long of joining the VM group and falling in love with so many of them, here she is with scan of all people--
And she's?? fucking happy??
Her pleasure drunken smile only further proves this, listening to this goddamn mf while he compliments her beauty. And she's just amazed that it got this far at all. That he fucking somehow wormed his way in and she is already thinking about the next fucking time.
"You are... fucking good..." She breathes through soft pants, combing her hair back with her fingers.
She knows that she shouldn't compliment him and dare stroke his ego more, however she can't help it. The sex that they have always keeps her coming back, after all. That and... other things that she's not ready to admit yet.
And sure enough she has to witness the consequences of her actions, which is a cocky fucking bard that's still in her fucking bed.
"I know... I get that a lot--"
She narrows her eyes, ready to swat him the second that she feels it is deserved.
"But I do like hearing it from you."
"Mhm," She mumbles under her breath, sitting up on her elbows.
There was a soft pause while she collects her breath, knowing that whatever came next out of her mouth would most likely be turned into something else from him. It always does whenever they're in this kind of predicament together.
"I had a fun time tonight..."
"Is it over already?"
She laughed, tossing back her head and hitting it against the pillow behind her.
"Was kind of hoping that I could do a little bit more of that thing--"
"Just shut up before I change my fucking mind."
But she doesn't fucking mean it. She knows deep, deep down that she doesn't fucking mean it.
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also also, i'm really invested in seeing your opinion on their dynamics. like for example if you put rorveth and fenders aside, how roche would interact with fenris and iorveth with anders. i'm 100% sure that they would hit on each other (or LEAST be friends). ugh it's really hard for me to write big texts, cuz english isn't my native language 👉👈, so if you can plz tell me all about them
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Roche may find it hard to trust Fenris at first, cuz elf, and also magical elf wtf. And Fenris may take the initial prejudice as a threat, like, would this guy try to capture him for slavers? So I feel these two could start off on the wrong foot real easy, but once they get to know each other a bit, I think they'd get along splendidly. Fenris would chill Roche out a lot, and Roche would respect the hell out of everything that Fenris survived. I can picture them playing cards and shit in Fenris's manor, and getting drunk and talking about their losses. If the subject comes to the Scoia'tael tho, Fenris may make Roche uncomfortable and question his beliefs. They differ on some things, but they would get along too well on fight on it. Eventually they would fall into mutual respect and friendship. Drunken mutual handjob may happen, which would lead to awkwardness and avoiding each other for a while. But they would get over it eventually cuz their friendship is too nice. I don't really see their canon(ish) selves dating or having a regular thing without tweaking their personalities.
As for Iorveth and Anders. Instant connection. Justice would trust Iorveth from the getgo, so Anders would too. They're in similar fights. Iorveth would read Anders's manifesto and be inspired to write his own. They would encourage each other to keep fighting. Anders may offer to heal Iorveth's scar, which would be instantly refused, but Iorveth would feel a mix of offense and being touched that would confuse him for a while. Meanwhile he would stand at the door of Anders's clinic like a vanguard, determined to protect his mage friend. They would have a lot of philosophical discussions during which they agree on most points. They would tell each other of their worlds and bond over their plights. Iorveth is a bit prejudiced against the sorcerers of his world, but Anders is nothing like them, it's such a fresh perspective for him. Anders would wonder what Iorveth would think of Fenris, if there's any similarity between the two (there is but he's not quite ready to confront those thoughts). Lots of sexual tension with these two, I can absolutely see them boning and even falling in love. You know Anders would flirt. Iorveth would be taken aback by it at first but would eventually flirt back, what the hell. This dh'oine mage is so different from what he knows, in a good way. Darktown better prepare for the steamiest, sweetest romance it would ever witness. Hawke my ass.
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Tavern Regulars
This post is a master list of the most popular and recurring Original Characters on this blog. As characters are introduced and added to the roster, they will be linked here, with a short blurb to get to know them.
A Thief in the Night: Tiefling Rogue with a penchant for getting herself into trouble and looking for companions that can help pull her back out.
The Unwanted Prince: Minotaur Paladin who was born as a curse on his father and seeks to become the heir the kingdom deserves.
Crow on the Watch: Human Ranger raised by members of an elite fighting order who now seeks his own purpose in the wider world.
For Lord and Feylands: Lagomore Paladin loyal to her lord and master on a quest to hunt down the woman who humiliated him.
Bandit King of the South: Goliath Fighter recovering from a humiliating loss at the hands of a child and seeking to even the playing field.
Emon’s Muscle Mommy: Orc Barbarian with a love of adventure and excitement that will give you a night to remember if you can survive.
The Drunken Dragon: Tiefling Monk that was raised to be a legendary warrior but now spends her nights drinking and brawling.
The Naughty Changeling: Changeling Sorcerer on a quest to find her absentee father despite numerous sexual distractions.
The Dragons’ Bane: Human Gunslinger with a chip on her shoulder regarding all dragons ever and exterminating them on mass.
A Mind His Own: Ulitharid Barbarian who was seen as a threat by the hivemind and became the very threat they tried to nullify.
A Taste for Passion: High Elf Wizard who made a deal with a demon in order to get even more flavor out of the world around her.
The Danse Éphémère: Tiefling Monk living her best life despite the many loses she’s faced over the years from loved ones to limbs.
The Lady of Pearl: Tiefling Bard with a love for the performing arts and a gift for giving well-paying customers a very passionate night.
The Greatest Showman: Tiefling Warlock with a penchant for overwhelming performances and charm not even a devil can resist.
Bound by Guilt: Tiefling Paladin raised in an oppressive order and living with the grief of losing the one person who loved her.
The Crimson Sorceress: Tiefling Sorcerer who believes she is destined to become a dragoness and all the gifts that come with it.
Bane of the Waves: Tiefling Paladin raised by pirates to have a deep love and appreciation for the sea and all it gives.
The Wandering Flower: Wood Elf Druid who seeks to see all the world has to offer and isn’t afraid to get herself into trouble to find it.
Drowning the Pain: Tiefling Monk burdened with the memories of pain and anguish that he just wants to stop whatever way that he can.
Beauty of the Beasts: Human Ranger whose lust for monsters leads her to pursue more and more dangerous prey to be claimed by.
Escaping the Shadows: Tiefling Sorcerer ashamed by her wicked family and seeking to make a good a peaceful life for herself.
Ice Cold Fury: White Dragonborn Barbarian on a quest to find his true strength and become the dragon he was always meant to be.
The Deathless Knight: Tiefling Cleric so dedicated to his goddess that he stopped aging and has been fighting for centuries for her.
The Pale Huntsman: Tiefling Ranger whose hunts eventually led him to become the adoptive father of a dragon hatchling.
The Faerie Hunter: Tiefling Ranger on a quest to find the Archfey that kidnapped his sisters and banished him from his woods.
The Woodland Warden: Lagomore Druid who has dedicated herself to the protection and nurturing of the woods she calls home.
Hell's Coming With Me: Half-Orc Artificer who single-handedly reignited the industrial revolution and is trying to clean his mess.
Escape From the Pit: Dark Elf Monk raised as a slave in her own home and forced to fight in the gladiator pits and now seeks a new life.
Pride of the Fire Plane: Fire Genasi Monk with a gluttonous taste for lust and power traveling the worlds to add to his collection.
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The Loose Ends
Pathfinder Pirate Campaign Character Reflection
Session 22
Context: After signing the contract, Yunma told us of his troubled past and missing friends. He asked Asczqual to provide information on Jhara's missing crewmates as well if we complete the contract, but Asczqual is physically unable to do so. Edward, Yunma, and Piper signed the contract, but Jhara abstained, though promises she will help them see it through.
The party, crew, and ship are towed to the nearby city, Maeyrn, sitting on the back of giant floating turtle. The party and crew get a much needed break and time to process everything. The party spent a night in a tavern, where Jhara met another drow for the first time in her life. Later, heated, drunken conversations happened, and were forgotten the next morning.
Content Warnings: Alcohol, getting drunk
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I understand where Yunma is coming from. I probably understand better than anyone else here. He would do anything to find his missing friend, even if it meant signing an infernal contract. If Asczqual had information to share on my crew, I would have signed without question too. I appreciate Yunma asking more than I can express, but in the end, I could not sign.
We did learn something incredibly valuable, however: a lord of the Hells doesn’t want Asczqual to share information about our friends. Which means this ArchDuke knows something. I was going to follow Yunma into the Hells (literally) anyway, but now I have a reason of my own to go.
The city of Maeyrn is unlike anything I’ve ever dreamed. I want to explore as much of it as we can while we’re here, but now is the time for some much needed R&R. The tavern we find is beautiful, and, fortunately, relatively similar to taverns on the material plan. Despite being in a city on a giant turtle in the astral plane, what I’m most surprised to find is another drow. I’ve never met another dark elf outside of my immediate family my entire 2 centuries on this earth. I want to ask her a million questions, but the drink she gives me goes through me faster than any drink I’ve ever had.
I don’t remember most of the night after that. The next thing I know I’m awake on the ship with a raging headache. I vaguely remember talking to Piper and Edward last night, but the details are… fuzzy. I think I spoke to Yunma, too, about his sister sending a letter for me. I had hoped to ask him that more politely and more, well, soberly. 
Despite the horrific hangover, I have a job to do. I’m bosun of a ship I don’t know how to sail in a sea I do not know. It’s time to start learning.
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Feel free to send me any questions!
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Tavern Music Vol.1
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Noodle opened up the set with a quick and mean note on her violin. Eyes already pressed shut as she allowed the music to course through the space of The Drunken Haybail. The place all the nearby farmers, and members of their small small village, congregated for a merry evening and strong drink.
Bea followed soon behind with a light flute playing. The tune they pair set exhaled effortlessly through the stick and holes used for music.
Duchess, or Dutch, joined in right after with fingers strumming along guitar strings. Head bowed and bobbed forward with dark locks of brown hair shielding her face and work. Together the apparent trio made up The Westfall Sweethearts, and they seemed hell bent on livening up the tavern that night.
Noodle swung side to side as she and Bea traded off with fleeting instrumental solos. One would play their instrument, the other would follow, and so on so forth. As though the song warranted the pair to tease one another with melody alone. All while Dutch continued on her strumming, as though no one else shared her space at all.
Only for Noodles eyes to snap open, and her voice gracing the tavern space. Oh how quickly they went from musical playing to all out rocking. Bea quickened her fluiting, Dutch quickened her strumming, heels of southern made boots slamming into cheap wood to make a drum like beat. All while Noodle continued to play her fiddle, herself; "And then I saw your face!" The lyrics spilling from between her lips. A bop, as one might call it, forced into the shared company and air. They would liven this place up if it was the last thing they did, "Now I'm a believer!" "Not a trace! Of doubt in my mind! I'm in love!" The girls behind Noodle ooo'd respectfully in time with the song.
"I'm a believer I couldn' leave her if I tried!" Dutch picking up the strumming with a swaying of her body and head from side to side. The trio fully getting into it now, as folk rose from their seats and drinks to find their own merriment in the form of clapping along and dancing; "Then I saw her face!" Noodles own foot stomping picked up as she continued playing, and singing, all at the same time, "Now I'm a believer!"
"Not a trace! Of doubt in my mind! I'm in looooove! Now I'm a believer!" Whistles, hoots, hollers, and laughter like sounds moved along in time with the tempo and practical bardic spell work! A finite strum of copper corns as Noodles bow rose from her violin to point across the small group gathered;
"Somebody once told me the world was gonna roll me..." More singing on her end, "I ain' the sharpest tool in the shed."
A dramatic roll of her eyes as arms moved to act out gestures with the song, "She was lookin' kinda dumb with her finger and 'er thumb in the shape of an L, on her forehead..."
Her bow returned to her violin. Violin returned to her shoulder...and...
"Well! The years start comin' and they don't stop comin'." "Fed ya' the rouse and I hit the ground runnin'!" "Didn' make sense not to live for fun!" "Yer head gets smart but yer heart gets dumb." "So much t'do so much t'see so what's wrong with takin' the back streets?" "You'll never know if you don' go!" "You'll never shine if y'don' glow! Aye!" Noodles head thrown back with intense beats picked up again; "Hey now, you're an all star." "Get your game on, go play." "Hey now, you're a rock star." "Get the show on, get, paid." "All that glitter's gold! Only shootin' stars bring the 'morrow!"
As though everyone thought it couldn't get more intense! Musical melody in bopping rhyme and passion fell where lyrics seemed to stall. A cheeky half smirk plastered on the half-elfs cheeks. She was quite enjoying herself as well.
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The Ballad of the Ghor Dranas
It was originally written as a drunken bet that Glint couldn’t make up a song with everyone in it, which they immediately did on the spot, and now it exists mainly as a gag among the crew more than anything else. The crew of the Ghor Dranas sometimes sing this song in port (omitting the final verses) to build up their reputation and scare off other sailors from interacting with them. It hasn’t really taken off as a staple shanty, though a handful of sailors might remember hearing it at some point.
Full 11 verses included under the cut
Chorus: The dread ship Ghor Dranas Like a ghost she sails the sea She can’t be found, she won’t go down But she plunders in infamy
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1. I’ve sailed the sea for many years, my lads, and so they say There is a ship so fearful even the best do run away Her sails seem white but then turn black, figurehead poised to attack If you see shadows fill her deck, you won’t live another day Chorus: The dread ship Ghor Dranas Like a ghost she sails the sea She can’t be found, she won’t go down But she plunders in infamy 2. (Verse for Aaliyah, halfling rogue/sea monster hunter ranger, lookout) Up waiting in the crow’s nest is a lass so strong and small Her eyes search like a hawk and when she spots you she will call It’s not her sight you need to fear, but rather the blades that she keeps near For when she picks her targets, oh, you know she hits ‘em all The dread ship Ghor Dranas Like a ghost she sails the sea She can’t be found, she won’t go down But she plunders in infamy 3. (Verse for Eweyn, merfolk/elf druid, botswain’s mate) There’s a deckhand there who at first glance may seem so soft and sweet But underneath the satin dress and hair all seaweed green There lies a force like nothing else, and at her words the waves will swell She’ll call the waters up to drag you down into the deep The dread ship Ghor Dranas Like a ghost she sails the sea She can’t be found, she won’t go down But she plunders in infamy 4. (Verse for Hale, half elf oathbroken paladin, carpenter) Working on the deck he keeps the ship a-lookin' swell Beneath the tight-shut lips lie many secrets he'll never tell Hammers are tools his of trade, he just as good holdin' a blade Though he's sworn to gods above, he'll send your rotten soul to hell The dread ship Ghor Dranas Like a ghost she sails the sea She can’t be found, she won’t go down But she plunders in infamy 5. (Verse for Sydreth, dragonborn warlock, cannon master) Hulking in the belly is the fearsome cannon master If he sets his sights on you, well, it’s sure to spell disaster Scales as gold as the coins he takes, his voice so loud you’ll start to shake Never mind the guns, my boys, his (fire) breath’ll get ya faster The dread ship Ghor Dranas Like a ghost she sails the sea She can’t be found, she won’t go down But she plunders in infamy 6. (Verse for Bormir, dwarf runechild sorcerer, retired first mate/cook) A’stirring in the galley is the magic slingin’ cook He’ll make a stew then cast a spell that leaves you feeling shook The power dances on his skin, the purple markings faded in A older sailor yet with strength  to string ya on the hook The dread ship Ghor Dranas Like a ghost she sails the sea She can’t be found, she won’t go down But she plunders in infamy 7. (Verse for Gent, tiefling fighter/wizard, navigator) Upon the deck, a strapping lad, a compass in his hand And under his true guidance there’s no storm the ship won’t stand Although he has skill with a blade, he’ll craft a spell like a master mage And with a mind so cunning there’s no telling what he has planned The dread ship Ghor Dranas Like a ghost she sails the sea She can’t be found, she won’t go down But she plunders in infamy 8. (Verse for Myra, human tempest cleric, first mate) Standing at the bow, first mate with hair so firey red You’ll see her from afar and then your heart will fill with dread She bends the thunder to her will, in drowning you she’ll find a thrill Attend her every word or else she’ll have your fuckin’ head The dread ship Ghor Dranas Like a ghost she sails the sea She can’t be found, she won’t go down But she plunders in infamy 9. (Verse for Crystal, human wizard, captain) And leading every one of them, a fearsome Captain true To get what she desires there’s no telling what she will do Wisdom like an elder sage, and magic like a wicked mage If you even think to cross her, a sword will run you through The dread ship Ghor Dranas Like a ghost she sails the sea She can’t be found, she won’t go down But she plunders in infamy 10. (Verse for Glint, gnome bard, botswain) So now you know the tale of pirates who know no defeat Even up in Darktow, they run the whole damn fleet You want to avoid a tale of woe? Remember the bard who warned you so The Ghor Dranas is a fate no sailor ever wants to meet The dread ship Ghor Dranas Like a ghost she sails the sea She can’t be found, she won’t go down But she plunders in infamy 11. We’ve sailed the sea for many years, my friends, and so they say We crew a ship so fearful even the best do run away Our sails are white, we turn ‘em black, before we ready our attack And as the shadows fill our deck, you’d best begin to pray The good ship Ghor Dranas Like a ghost we sail the sea We can’t be found, we don’t go down And we plunder in infamy Forevermore (Forevermore!) ‘Til our bodies wash ashore (Wash ashore!) We plunder in infamy
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