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galpalaven · 3 months

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13 oh please please please 13

13. on a falling tear Pairing: Astarion x Fem!Tav (Miz'ri Jhalavar) Word Count: 3200~ Summary: Miz'ri helps Astarion wash the blood from his hair after Cazador. Content Warnings: Cazador Flashbacks Also on AO3!

blood and balsam oil

The world sharpens to a point in the bloody aftermath of the ritual.

His hands shake, still sitting on his knees, half naked on the cold marble floor. The chill of the room seeps into his bones as he becomes painfully aware of every part of his body. The edges of his vision start to darken, ears ringing, chest tight with the ragged, panting breaths he draws in as he stares at the still, bloody corpse on the floor.

He... he did it.

He did it.

Cazador Szarr... is dead.

So, why does he still feel like curling into a ball and sobbing? Wasn’t that brief moment of weakness enough?

Astarion nearly yelps when something warm and soft drapes over his shoulders. He glances around wildly, startled and feeling two inches to the left of his body — only to find his Miz'ri, leaning over him with a careful smile. Her cloak is what's been placed around his shoulders, warm from being worn. It smells like her — the faint aroma of her blood, tainted though it is from the parasites in her brain, wraps itself around him like an extra blanket, briefly drowning out the smell of Cazador. Her hands linger across his shoulders for just a moment before she pulls away entirely, a physical reminder of her everlasting support.

And that reminder of her support — of everyone's support — is what gives him the strength to stand, slipping his mask of composure back on, shaky though his hold on it may be.

She lingers by his side as he gives orders to his siblings. Something about... freeing the spawn in the cells, taking them into the Underdark. It's the least he can do for them, when it's his fault they're there to begin with. As he speaks, he can feel the heat of her against his arm, even where she stands a good foot away. It's grounding, even as all the world narrows to his body and the few feet around it. The stench of death and decay hangs heavy over the crypt, and the more he breathes it in, the tighter his chest gets.

He needs to get out of this accursed place. Now, if possible.

As the group turns to leave, he catches Miz'ri around the shoulders, pulling her close and burying his face in her warm shirt for just a moment. He thinks he mumbles a thank you into her back, but he really couldn't tell if it actually made it past his lips, or if he only thought it.

It doesn't matter either way, he supposes, because even though he pulls away before she can turn and hug him back, she catches one of his hands as he pulls away, squeezing before letting it drop.

"I've got you," she says softly.

It's hard to swallow around the lump in his throat — so he just keeps walking.

She'll understand. He knows she will.

Getting back to the Elfsong is a blur.

They travel through as many back alleys as possible, but the sun is setting, and with the cloak tugged up over his head, no one notices that he's positively drenched in blood. As it dries, it cracks and pulls at his skin, something he grows increasingly more and more aware of as they get closer to their home for the moment.

He needs it off of him.

He needs to get him off of him.

It's been long enough since the murder in Duke Stelmane's private quarters that the room is free to use. No one had taken it for their own yet aside from using the washtub in it for privacy, but tonight he intends to sleep there. He doesn't think he can take the hesitant glances and whispers just yet.

He needs... something.

Something, something, something.

He drifts between hyperawareness of his body and feeling like he’s dreaming, and he can’t decide which is worse. Or better, maybe. Thoughts start in his brain and fall off before they reach their conclusion, and he doesn’t… he doesn’t…

A hand runs up his back, bringing his awareness back to a sharp point. He sucks in a hissing breath between his teeth, shoulders bunched up around his ears — until Miz’ri’s voice reaches him through the fog.

“I’ll draw you a bath in the private quarters if you want?”

Normally, he would have laughed and asked if she even needed to ask, he’s dirty and anxious to be clean again, but all he manages is a stilted, mechanical nod. Her face comes into view as she steps in front of him to meet his eye, and his eyes start to sting again at the sight of the soft smile on her lips. He can only see one of her eyes, the other hidden behind her hair since the incident with the tadpole, but the glittering pink is full of concern as she looks up at him.

Pretty.

He clings to the thought as she cups his cheek running her thumb across the grime before pressing up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. Astarion leans into her, desperate for the warmth, for the gentle, familiar touch to drive the memories hanging over him like a storm cloud back into the recesses of his mind where they belong. She smiles a little brighter when she notices — lets her touch linger a moment longer — before she slips away to run his bath, leaving him feeling a little colder than before.

The world blurs again, until everything around him becomes nothing but colors and a jumble of unintelligible noises. The colors shift like the brush strokes of an oil painting in firelight, and the sounds of speaking and the raucous merrymaking of the tavern below are nothing more than a murmur in his head, as if someone had stuffed cloth in his ears. He’s sure he looks a mess, sitting in one of the chairs near the hearth in the center of the hostel-style room they’d been given, hunched as he watches the fire, still hugging his lover’s cloak around his shoulders.

Normally, he’d be appalled at everyone seeing him this way. He’d be putting on airs and laughing it off any other time, but it seems that whatever threshold he’d crossed when killing his sire — it’s reset him in a way he can’t even begin to fathom.

And so he sits, until his drow returns to his side.

“The bath’s all hot for you,” she says brushing his hair away from his eyes. His eyelids flutter at the touch, and she repeats the motion as if reading his mind. “Do you want me to help you wash your hair? A scalp massage can do wonders for the nerves.”

He’s shaking his head before he really has a chance to think about it.

“I —“ he starts, and then stops when his voice is nothing but a rasp. Clearing his throat, he does his best to sound normal and not approximately two centimeters away from a breakdown of some kind. “I’ll be fine, darling. I appreciate the offer, though.”

“If you’re sure,” she says, combing her fingers through his hair and grinning a little at the way he must look, leaning after her touch even now.

“I’m sure. You — you will join me in the private room tonight, though, won’t you?” he asks, voice tinged with uncertainty.

The way her face lights up makes his stomach flip. “Of course. Whatever you want.”

He tries to smile in what he hopes is a normal fashion, but the expression feels more like a baring of teeth than a genuine smile, and he thinks she can tell, if the way she lightly brushes the backs of her knuckles across his cheek is anything to go on. The touch nearly has his knees buckling beneath him, stomach flipping and breath catching in his throat. Astarion does his best not to curse out loud as he forces himself to his feet and out of the room, before he loses the will to leave her side at all.

The private quarters are pleasantly warm when he steps into them a few moments later, the air slightly humid with the hot water in the washtub. He drifts to the corner of the room where the bath is, dropping heavily onto the bench near the tub to start unlacing his boots and unbuckling the parts of his armor that survived the magic that tore at his clothes in the dungeon. Even the passing thought throws him right back into the overwhelming feeling of fear and nausea that had washed over him with the tearing of his clothes. Though it had just been his shirt, it had left him feeling naked and exposed — on display like some kind of sick trophy.

Bracing his fists on his knees, he tries to force the feeling back down — to force back the bile clawing it’s way up his throat, leaving fire in its wake. His eyes go in and out of focus as he bounces one leg up and down, until his attention catches on the blood covering his skin. Flecks of it have begun to chip off, having dried in the walk back to the tavern, and —

— hands covered in blood, nails missing, yanked from their roots by a skeletal hand. His hands shake as he uses a cold, dirty rag to clean the dried gore from his skin —

Astarion gasps, gritting his teeth as he reaches over and grabs one of the washcloths by the tub, dunking it in the warm water. The cloth begins to turn red nearly immediately, and it almost surprises him when it doesn’t sting as he wipes the blood from his hands and his lower arms. Eyes unfocused, he returns the cloth to the water, wringing it out and returning it to his skin, wiping at his face this time instead of his arms.

The warmth of the water feels nice, fighting back the throbbing headache that had begun just behind his eyes at some point. He scrubs at his face, taking a little pleasure in the scratchiness of the cloth, the little pricks of pain as he scrubs and scrubs to try and get every last remnant of Cazador the hells off of him. Eventually, the rag isn’t enough, and he drops it back onto the tray, standing up unsteadily to unlace his trousers, kicking his boots off viciously as he goes. Gritting his teeth, he shoves at his pants, ready to —

A memory, sharp with jagged, piercing edges, forces it’s way to the forefront of his mind.

“Take off your clothes.”

Cazador’s voice is a low purr, one hand trailing across Astarion’s shoulders as the vampire circles him. His stomach turns with disgust, though he knows better than to flinch away from his touch. His fingers still ache from the punishment the damned skeleton had inflicted on him last time.

This is… a new request, though, and it makes him nervous.

Gritting his teeth to avoid showing weakness, he slips his shirt over his head, letting it pool on the ground beside him.

“All of them.”

Fuck.

His body responds for him, though his mind screams its protest with every motion, and soon his trousers and undergarments have joined his shirt in a little pile beside him.

“Kneel.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Again, his body responds without his permission, and he falls to his knees on the plush carpet of Cazador’s office. He stares, unseeing, at the heavily polished wooden desk before him as Cazador stalks around the room somewhere behind him.

It’s not long before he steps into Astarion’s line of sight, a sharp, silver knife, humming with magic, in his hand. He uses the tip of the blade to tilt Astarion’s head up, and — sitting naked on his knees in front of this evil, horrible man, unable to say no, unable to run — he’s not sure he’s ever felt smaller than he does in this moment.

“I would tell you not to scream,” Cazador says, “but it will be more fun if you do, I think.”

And with that, he moves behind him once again, bringing the blade down —

“—Astarion!”

The world swims back into focus at the sound of his name. He is no longer on his knees in the Szarr palace. No longer under a spell that holds him still as Cazador carves infernal runes into his skin.

No, he is in a room in the Elfsong Tavern, curled in on himself, clutching a towel to his chest as if he’d been trying to cover himself from prying eyes after he got undressed to get into the bath. Pain shoots through his chest with every ragged breath he drags into his lungs, and — much like he had after killing Cazador — he finds himself feeling the urge to scream again.

“Astarion, my love, can you hear me?”

The voice that woke him grabs his attention again, as something soft gets draped over his shoulders, covering him more completely than the towel he has a death grip on. He tries to answer her — tries to answer his Miz’ri, to nod and lie that he’s alright — but all that comes out is a sob as his scars begin to burn, nerve endings still caught in a memory even as his mind has returned to the present.

“I — I can’t — I can’t breathe,” he gasps, sobbing into the hardwood as he presses his forehead to the ground. “I can’t breathe, Miz’ri, I’m — Am I dying? I can’t —”

Gentle, familiar fingers run up his spine. “You’re having a panic attack, I think.”

He tries to laugh, but through his gasping breaths, it sounds barely different from a sob. “For what? I’m free. I should — I should — I —“

“Trauma isn’t so simple, love,” she says, voice a low, soothing murmur against the roaring of his breathing in his ears. “Your body has finally left survival mode, and now it’s time to feel what you haven’t been allowed to feel.”

He snorts, or he tries to, and her hand makes another gentle pass over his back.

A minute or two must pass in which he just gasps for air like a fish on land — pathetic and desperate, clearly not helping because the room still spins and his ears begin to ring — before she speaks again.

“Can I have one of your hands, love?”

He doesn’t know how to answer that without making a fool of himself, so he just forces his body to uncurl enough that he can shove one hand toward her blindly. She catches his wrist — and guides his palm to the center of her chest, flat against her sternum.

“Can you feel the beating of my heart?” she asks softly. He nods, turning his head a bit to try and look up at her. She smiles at him sadly when their eyes meet, squeezing his wrist. “Focus on it. Match my breathing as best you can. In and out. Slow and even.”

Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

Her chest rises and falls to a similar, steady, easy rhythm. She takes deeper breaths than she might normally when resting, but the measured length between inhale and exhale is easy to follow. It’s not long before his breathing has calmed, and he feels in control enough to sit up, clutching the blanket around his shoulders as he does.

Exhaustion tugs at his frame as he leans against the side of the tub. It has been a very long day, and he can feel every second of it weighing down on him like stone.

"...can I help you?"

Her voice brings his gaze, which had been fixed unseeingly on the other side of the room, back to her face. She smiles sweetly when their eyes meet, shifting closer to brush some of his hair away from his forehead.

"You helped me," she says, hand making another pass when his eyelids flutter at the touch, "when my scars started to open up after the tadpole incident. I'd only be repaying you that kindness, helping you wash the blood off."

It's not an equivalent transaction, he wants to point out, but the idea is starting to look more and more ideal to him the longer they sit. Her hand smooths over his forehead in a rhythm now as she curls up next to him, and he realizes that perhaps the sweet familiarity of her touch might help keep him grounded in reality and fight away the worst of the memories that try to claw their way back to the surface.

It's that thought that has him nodding, the ghost of a smile pulling at his lips as she presses a kiss to his temple before helping him up and into the tub (after reactivating one of the warming runes). The warmth of the water makes him groan as he sinks into it, seeping into his muscles and sapping away the aches of the day.

A tiny part of him balks at the idea of needing this much help as Miz'ri starts to run a rag over his arms. That part of him that is terrified of relying on others, of needing anyone for anything, screams at him to pull away, to send her away and finish the bath himself. It's quickly drowned out by a much louder part of him that is melting under his lover's touch, especially as she trails a small line of kisses up his arm when it's free of blood. She repeats this for the rest of his upper torso — kisses for his hands and his arms, for the top of his spine and each shoulder, for the space behind each ear. By the time she turns her attention to his hair, he's smiling softly to himself, eyes closed as her fingers scratch and scrub, massaging the soap into his curls until he has all but melted against her.

It's such a simple thing, helping him bathe. He's not sure why, as she lathers another set of oils into his hair, it's making his throat tight. Not sure why his eyes start to sting with newly unshed tears as her hand smooths over his forehead, brushing any suds away from his eyes in a move so gentle and sweet that any question of her intention — any question of how she might feel about him — is abruptly brought to an end.

As she rinses his hair a final time, he tries to pretend like he isn't crying. Tries to pretend like tears haven't been streaming down his cheeks for a few moments now — but he should have known they wouldn't have escaped her notice. Not with her so close to his face.

He braces himself for the questions, or the comments at least, but all she does is return his head to the pillow of her shoulder (getting her shirt damp, no doubt) as she brushes gently at the tears before pressing a lingering kiss to his temple.

"I've got you," she breathes.

As he turns his head to find her lips with his, he realizes that he believes her.

And later tonight, hopefully, he will be able to tell her exactly how much that means to him. How much she means to him.

Whatever comes next, he doesn't want this to end — and hopefully, neither does she.

#kiana answers #my writing #tav x astarion #astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 #bg3

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strwbmei · 5 months

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Hey Mei, so hear me out i've been thiking a lot about a Mermaid Kiana, for some reason i really think it suits her not to mention i feel like she'll be really playful. Can you imagine being stranded on the sea about to drown and then she saves us. Who knows we might fall for her at some point.

pairing(s): mermaid!kiana x reader

a/n: this idea is so cute!! reader is a pirate for this since I thought it'd be wholesome

Mermaid!Kiana Headcanons

: ̗̀➛ You and your crew had had a party to celebrate your most recent victory— though, really, they'd use any excuse to have some sort of celebration. Not that you can blame them. The booze isn't good quality at all, and the "music" (you and the other crew members drunkenly singing sea shanties) is mediocre at best, but it's always a fun time.

: ̗̀➛ Drunk and careless, you stupidly accepted a dare to do a backflip while standing on the edge of the plank. If you were sober, you'd think this was a stupid idea no matter how good of an acrobat you may or may not think yourself to be; though, 'sober' is the last word you'd use to describe the state you were in...

: ̗̀➛ Maybe you would've been able to pull it off, but when the cheers of your crew mates quickly turned into panicked yelling as a storm suddenly hit, you realized that you might not ever find out. The sky turned grey with an angry blue peaking through the thick clouds whenever lightning struck and you slipped into the cold waters of the ocean. Your body was far too tense from the alcohol to remember how to swim or even float, and soon after, you came to realize that this might actually be the end for you.

: ̗̀➛ Honestly, it'd be a bit funny. Not to be arrogant, but you considered yourself to be a pretty powerful and respected pirate. You weren't anywhere near a legend but you were at a higher rank than most people. It's laughable how even with all of the battles and hardships you fought, you died merely because of a stupid dare. Who knows? Maybe one of your friends will name their kid after you. Or the idiot that gave you this dare in the first place.

: ̗̀➛ Peacefully drifting in the oceans you spent your whole life sailing and trying to conquer, you realize that this... isn't so bad. You know you'd much rather observe how serene and beautiful the underwater is than fight against a raging storm.

: ̗̀➛ It gets even better when you see a mermaid having fun swimming with a school of fish. Her silvery white hair shined like moonlight amongst the colorful fish that seemed to gravitate towards her beauty. Satisfied, you close your eyes, prepared to finally let go of everything and let yourself get carried by the calm waves of the ocean.

: ̗̀➛ It seems that the mermaid is as kind (or curious) as she is beautiful, judging by how you woke up at what you assume would be the shore of an unexplored island with the mermaid's face filled with concern as well as child-like wonder.

: ̗̀➛ Honestly, you're not sure which one of you two are luckier. You get to live, but if the mermaid rescued somebody else, there's a high chance they wouldn't be as thankful as you are. You've seen the worst of humanity's evil; there's no telling what someone would do when met with a mythical creature like her.

: ̗̀➛ Because there isn't really much to do on an uninhabited island, you decide to just... talk to her for a bit. It was mostly just you talking at first, with her attentively listening even though you're not sure if she can even understand you.

: ̗̀➛ She gets a bit anxious when you're not in her line of sight. Sometimes, you'll see her head poking out of the water, waiting for you to come back and see if you're okay. And once you do, you can see her eyes light up and bubbles forming on the surface of the water. It's actually kind of adorable.

: ̗̀➛ After a few days, she was able to mimic some of the human language she picked up from you! You quickly learn that her name is Kiana. You thought she was the shy, introverted type at first, but you couldn't have been any more wrong. Even with her limited vocabulary, she couldn't stop asking questions about you and humans in general.

: ̗̀➛ Of course, since you've got nothing else to do, you answer all of them one by one. Now that Kiana can actually understand, she's much more interested in the way humans live. One of the rare times she makes sure to stay quiet is if you're explaining something along those lines to her. To Kiana, even the simple joys humans take for granted like cooked food and warm clothes are magical fairy tales.

: ̗̀➛ Still, nothing beats your pirate stories! The ocean is all she's known for her entire life and knowing that you've spent most of yours sailing it gives her a sense of familiarity and connection to you. Also, you just sounded really cool effortlessly defeating all of the enemies in your path though that part was largely exaggerated. It wasn't effortless in the least, but you wanted to look cool in her eyes.

: ̗̀➛ Sometimes, Kiana will bring you random things and trinkets that could vary from stuff humans dropped in the water to priceless treasures from the most renowned pirates. One time, she bragged to you about "a treasure that was a gate to another world", which turned out to be a broken shard of a mirror... You had to keep yourself from laughing the entire time; you couldn't bear to be the one to tell her that it was not, in fact, a gate to another world, but something humans merely used to look at themselves...

: ̗̀➛ Speaking of mirrors, Kiana doesn't know that the reflection she's seeing in them is actually her; she thinks it's the ruler of the so-called "other world" that she believes mirrors to be the entrance of. It's a shame that she doesn't know of her beauty, but her brain would probably fry if you taught her about how light worked so you decide to let her live in adorable, ignorant bliss.

: ̗̀➛ After a month or two, you've come to be pretty satisfied with this little "island life" that you've built up from scratch. Maybe your crew has been looking for you, maybe not, but a simple lifestyle like this with nothing to stress about and a companion that you've come to love and care for is perfect.

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illithidactivities · 2 months

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excuse me sorry why??? doesn't karlach have a reaction to durge meeting gortash for the first time?? why doesn't she have special dialogue either after that conversation or at camp that's like "what the fuck?? the fuck does he mean your old partnership??"

also he fucking calls you "former leader of the cult of bhaal" and NO ONE has ANY REACTION to it??? nobody?? nothing??? i passed out on the way in here and the big villain just flat out told me i used to be in orin's place and no one has anything to say???

#kiana plays baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 durge #dark urge #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 #im?????? gonna have to write this myself i guess #god. this is a mess

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kiana-kaslana-423 · 4 months

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For my followers who like this lady:

Don't worry I'm making content for her-

#I need to finish writing a Tooth Fairy fic rn but after that I'm making something for her!!!#I might do Schneider and Her reacting to you eating a pineapple pizza fic-#☆ kiana's little talks ☽#reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 #re1999 #r1999

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lunaefall · 4 months

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My favourite lesbians . . .

#kiamei #kiana kaslana #raiden mei #hi3 #honkai impact 3rd #hoyoverse #dani.txt #spoilers #cn server spoilers #hi3 spoilers #look i don't like the ruined stakes direction of the story #and the sappy vibes #but the gfs #i will cope in the midst of the writing choices i don't like

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luxtax · 8 months

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Hoyoverse Shapeshifter AU ; Kaslana House PT 1.

Here are some sketches I made awhile back for my Shapeshifter AU for Hoyoverse. The Kaslana house is very old and is known for their very strong genes. Almost all Kaslanas that are born are able to shift into white cats with blue eyes. Kallen is the matriarch of the Kaslana House and they have a pretty big family. I should mention this AU is very light hearted and fun, it's something my gf and I like talking about for sillies. It will involve HI3, Genshin and HSR. This is the first page of MANY introducing a few characters. Since it's a shapeshifter AU, yes all the characters have their human and animal forms.

#kiana kaslana #kallen kaslana #hi3 #hoyoverse shapeshifter AU #I've always wanted to share one of my silly aus I like drawing for fun so here you go #It's a bs what if everyone got to be happy au with cute animals don't take any of this too seriously this is 100% just for fun goofs #I have more serious AUs and what not that I write and maybe I'll share those in the future as well who knows

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modanisgf · 5 months

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NAVIGATION—

"THIS TIME I WANT YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU LIKE IT'S MAGNETIC!"

ABOUT ME

— who is the owner of this blog?

LIBRARY

— what are you looking for?

SCHEDULE

— when am i posting?

WEDNESDAYS

_WORLD (DANIELLE MARSH)

SATURDAYS

ATTENTION (KAZUHA NAKAMURA)

#modanisgf #kpop #kpop gg #kpop writing #kiana’s recs ≧◡≦#ki replies 🌺#jay 😒

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zerokogane · 8 months

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I don’t think I’ll ever get over kiamei

#kiamei #kiana kaslana #raiden mei #it’s the way there each others most important person #they love each other so much 😭#I could write a full research paper on them #herrscher of flamescion #kiana x mei #herrscher of thunder #mei x kiana #herrscher of finality #herrscher of origin #the way they’re so intertwined in each other’s character and arcs #that you can’t take one out without completely changing the other #honkai impact 3rd #honkai impact

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edelgard-more-like-baedelgard · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 崩坏3rd | Honkai Impact 3rd (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kiana Kaslana | K-423/Raiden Mei Characters: Kiana Kaslana | K-423, Raiden Mei (Honkai Impact 3rd), Carole Pepper, Main Character | Adam (Honkai Impact 3rd) Additional Tags: Adam is genderbent bcuz fuck male mcs in HI3, Canon Lesbian Relationship, Post-Chapter 35, Technically around APHO but no APHO events bcuz I don't like it, Canon-Typical Violence Summary:

Kiana Kaslana has been on the moon gradually siphoning Earth's Honkai Energy for 8 years. And now, as her mission nears completion something has happened that might cause the Herrscher of Finality to risk it all.

Hello gay ppl I’ve finally started putting out more Honkai content

#las's writing #honkai impact #honkai impact 3rd #kiamei #kiana kaslana #raiden mei

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kianaflame23 · 1 year

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Dominance ☆ Final Fantasy XVI Clive Rosfield x f!reader N*FW

I'M SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO POST THIS!! I DO HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY CLIVE FANFIC!! It's my first time writing "this" fanfic so forgive me if you don't like it! Most likely ooc for Clive but yeah! Sorry for my grammar btw!!

THIS FANFIC IS 18+ SO NO MINORS ALLOWED HERE! I WILL BLOCK YOU IF YOU DON'T SHOW YOUR AGE IN YOUR BIO!

Tagging: @theempressofdarkmagic @aria-lesage @virtuousluna @momowasdreaming @blueflame97 @ishgard @tea-r-re-z @eclentera @tharmr-barnabas

Let me know if you want to be tagged! ✨️

You and the group walked around the castle of Barnabas as Clive wanted to negotiate with him. He remembered seeing King Barnabas when he was 15 years old, small talk with him but that's it. Now, you are new to the group as you fought against Clive. Thinking to yourself that he wanted to kill you for your bounty money. Surprisingly, you were able to defeat him as Clive's knees were on the ground. Cursing to himself, he hears you coming closer and closer. However, you did something shocking and chaotic. You were in front of him and stretch your hand to him, smirking at him as you waited for him to grab your hand.

"That was a great fight! No one has ever fought me for so long! What's your name?" You spoked as you grinned, still waiting for him to say or anything.

He sighed as he gripped your hand tightly, your strength pulling him up rapidly. Clive looked even more shocked towards you, wondering how can you be so strong yet short (or current height) appearance.

*Sorry if you're aren't short! You can imagine however height you are here!*

"My name...is Clive Rosfield"

"Clive Rosfield? I see! My name is (Y/N)! Nice to meet you, Clive!"

Clive didn’t wish to continue talking to her but you attracted him somehow.

"Do you even know who am I?

"Huh? Nope! You will be my new friend! You can't say no to me though!" you leaned back as you laughed, Clive getting more confused.

"I'm going to joined your little group! Hope you don't mind!" you walked away from him, trying to talked with Jill and Cidolfus. Clive turned his head quickly as he began to walk.

"WAIT, WHO SAID YOU CAN JOIN US?!"

That's how you and the group met, traveling together and killing any creatures throughout the journey.

Back to the castle of Barnabas, the group and you stared at the huge front door which you guessed it's the entrance of the castle. As soon you were going to say something, the door opened and you saw Barnabas for the first time. You gasped, not sure if you are liking his handsome face or his well-built body. Barnabas looks at you and smiled, walked towards you as you stood there.

"Hello, my lady. Welcome to my kingdom! I hope you enjoy your stay in here" Barnabas spoked seductively to you, him holding your soft hand and places a kiss on the top of your hand. Not knowing the rage of Clive's blue eyes starting at Barnabas, wanting to kill him right there. He had to calm himself as he wants information from King Barnabas for his next journey...

Throughout the hours at the castle, Barnabas continued to talk with you, you were trying to answer as best as you can. You do find him attractive but you weren't interested with anyone. Unless if it was involved with Clive but you don't want to admit to yourself though.... You felt like he deserved someone better. Better than you and wishes for him to be happy....

Barnabas stopped his tracks and everyone looked at him with confusion. Barnabas turned to you slowly and smiled at you as he starts talking in front of everyone.

"(Y/N), forgive me for asking this but I want you to come with me. Staying in my room alo--" Barnabas couldn't finished his sentence as Clive yelled at him, not wanting to hear a word from Barnabas.

Clive rushed towards you with lust and anger in his eyes, taking you away from everyone as Jill and Cidolfus calling your names. Jealousy taking over him, trying to erase the image of Barnabas smirking and being with you. Clive definitely didn't like seeing you being Barnabas' queen at all....

The castle has too much rooms but luckily for Clive, he will use this advantage to claim you as his and no one can stop him. He only wants you and only you, he will not allow King Barnabas to take you away from him. Clive doesn't care if he'll start a war between him and Barnabas. He WILL have you no matter what. He'll show you true pleasure, wanting to start a family with you and breeding you all day or night...

When you're inside the room, you weren't able to say anything as Clive ripped your clothes apart and pushed you to the bed with force, you looked at him shocked.

"What the fuck, Clive? What's wrong with you??"

"I will NOT let Barnabas claim you, (Y/N)! You're mine and only MINE." he said to you darkly, not sure if you're getting turn on or not. Not wanting to admit that you feel yourself wet from his words...

You felt his rough fingers thrusting rapidly inside you, moaning a bit too loud for your liking. His thumb rubbing your clitoris harshly as you begged him to stop. Not listening to you, thrusting his fingers even more in you. Making you cum on his fingers as your eyes rolled back in pleasure, trying to calm yourself from your climax.

Clive moaned, tasting your sweet cum on his mouth and forcing you to taste yourself as he placed his fingers in your mouth. Feeling your tongue as you tried to move your tongue away from his fingers but couldn't. He pulled away his hands and began to take off his clothes. Feeling more aroused as you continued to see him with fear and excitement in your eyes.

"You think this is over, (Y/N)? Oh no. We are just getting started and you will be MINE. I will show you how much I LOVE you."

"Wait, Clive! If you want to use my body for stress relief, then I don't mi--"

"No, (Y/N)! You truly don't understand... Then, I have to show you how much I desire you and you will soon know how you make me go crazy for you!" he grunted as his thick, long cock appearing in front of you, pre-cum leaking a bit as you cover your mouth. Trying to control yourself as you want to taste him and suck on his cock...

As if he read your mind, he smirked at you and pushed himself closer to you, whispering your ear as you gasped

"It seems that you want to suck on my cock. I don't mind, (Y/N). I will be pleasuring your sweet pussy, then"

Before you can say anything to Clive, he pulled you up from the soft bed as he collapsed to the bed, you on top of him as you felt yourself blushing even more. Feeling his cock behind you as you sat on top of him.

"C-clive! What are you d--"

"I want you to use your mouth on my cock as I taste your cum while I suck your sweet pussy at the same time, (Y/N)! I want us to reach true pleasure together!"

Your eyes widened after Clive finished his speech, feeling yourself insecure of yourself. Knowing that you have to show your ass in front of him.... as you sucked his cock. You don't want to sit on him! It's too embarrassing and you would rather do something else than sitting Clive's face.

Clive feeling impatient, not wanting to wait any longer as he slapped your ass. Gaining a reaction from you and he growled at you as he speaks to you again.

"C'mon, I want you to sit on me. I don't care if you hurt me. I don't mind you going rough on me, (Y/N)!" Clive said to you with lust and frustration, making you gulped as you obeyed his command. Feeling yourself ashamed as you showed your ass fully to him. Clive groaned as he grabbed your ass tightly and began to lick your sweet flower. Making you moan even more loud, trying to calm your moans as you looked at his cock. Seeing his cock twitching, ready for you to touch and suck on it...

You licked your lips, leaning to Clive's cock and kissing his tip of his cock. Making him stop what he is doing and moaned as you began to suck on it, using your delicate hands to stroke his cock at the same time.

"Fuck! Your mouth feels so good! Don't stop, (Y/N)!"

You listened to him, sucking and stroking his thick cock faster. Feeling yourself getting closer to climax as you feel Clive’s roaming all around your pussy. Thrusting his tongue in and out of your gummy walls. It was too much for you, yet it was so good! You want to continue with this pleasure forever! Sadly, you couldn't hold yourself any longer. You're not the only one as Clive feels himself reaching to climax as well.

"SHIT! I'm gonna cum on you! Release your sweet juice on me, (Y/N)!

Hearing his words finally made you climax on him, giving him what he wants as Clive came on your mouth. Clive tasting your cum as he moaned loudly, trying not to lose conscious from your climax and his climax as well. He isn't ashamed of his loud moans. Clive wants you to know that YOU are the only one who can satisfy him. You felt yourself gagged a bit as you still feel him releasing more of his cum on your mouth and swallowing as much as you can. Feeling his cum dripping down on your breasts and breathing heavily as you calm down from your climax.

"T-that was so good... Are you satisfied, C-clive?" you stuttered as you pulled your ass away from Clive, sitting down next to his legs. Still feeling your legs shaking from your second climax.

Clive moved his body from the bed, pulling you closer to his chest as his bruising lips crashed on your lips, feeling his tongue touch yours and roaming everywhere as you moaned softly. You tapped his broad shoulder, signaling him that you want to breathe and Clive pulled away from you, both yours and clive's saliva connected to each other as it falls down. Making you feel wet again...

"No, I want to feel you. I want my cock inside you right now! You're making me lose myself, (Y/N)!"

"C-clive! I think we should re--"

You were interrupted as you felt Clive's hands pulled you down to the comfy bed, one of his hand gripping both of your hands above your head. Grabbing your leg around his waist as he growled in annoyance. Clive doesn't need to use both of your legs, knowing that you can't feel legs from your climax. You struggled to get out of tight grip, questioning yourself that you can easily your strength to get out of the room. Your body thinks differently though which sucks for you. However, you actually didn't mind it..... You're happy that his beast behavior shows that he wants you and only you...

'I guess I'll let him fuck me.... Maybe I can enjoy this....at least I'm not alone anymore...' you thought to yourself, waiting for him to begin.

"Fine, you c-can cum inside me. I'm not going to stop you. Promise me to never leave me, Clive..."

Clive looked you with such intense and lust before he closed his eyes, sighing as his hand grabbed your leg and placing it down softly. Surprising you even more as Clive moved closer to you and starts to kiss your neck, gropping your breast slowly as if he doesn't want to hurt you. Moaning as you feel his cock twitch between your sex. You blushed but decided to use your hips to grind on him, earning a soft moan from him. Letting go your arm as he groaned in pleasure, warning you to stop or he will go rough on you. You bit you lips, feeling your body in heat and liking the idea of him being dominant. Yes, you're enjoying this soft side of Clive, however, you do wonder how good it will feel. Him thrusting in and out of your sweet sex nonstop until you can only think of his name. Screaming and moaning his name all night....

"I want you to be serious here, Clive. I don't want you to just use my body for your own entertainment."

"(Y/N), I--"

"Please, let me finish talking"

Clive was about to say something but decides to listen to what you are going to say to him. Seeing his stoic yet handsome face looked at you with genuine fear in his blue eyes, thinking to himself that he messed up. Proving you that he only loves you and to be with you. He would rather stay away from anyone if he can't have you. Most likely not able to continue with his revenge journey.... You noticed that Clive looked away from you, feeling hurt that he can't change your mind. Pulling your hand to caresses his cheek, making him snap out of his negative thoughts. Clive immediately felt in ease and leaned your hand more, reminding you on how he react like Torgal whenever you are with him

'How cute' you thought to yourself again as you began to talk more.

"I hate the idea of being a single mother, taking care of my future children....so you better tell me now! D-do you love me...?"

"Of course, I do love you! You're the only one who understands me and always there for me even when I was too harsh on you!"

"Okay, good. Prove to me, Clive. Give me the best pleasure that I'll ever experience. I want to feel your cock in me now, my d-darling knight...my king..." you blushed more as you used your legs around his waist, trapping him as you felt your sweet cum spreading a bit to him.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard. The only thing you'll be screaming is my name, (Y/N)!"

You aren't sure if the jealousy and possessive is still taking over him but you don't mind it at all. You're already loving on how serious his face is and how he wants to give his lovely future wife the greatest pleasure ever. Ready to feel your sweet flower in his thick, long cock and releases his seed in you...

Clive pulled away from you for a few seconds before placing both of your ankles over his shoulders. Pinning your arms above your head again with his hand while Clive starts to stroke his cock as you grinned in excitement. His eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as his tip of his cock starts to rub between your gummy walls before inserting you fully without warning. Feeling yourself pulled back in pain yet ecstacy as you moaned.

"Eikons! Feel so damn good, my love!"

You feel his thick cock thrusting in and out of you roughly, moaning more loudly than you thought. Your breasts bounces with so much force. You don't care if your chest starts to feel pain. You're enjoying this immensely as you vowed to yourself that you will never leave Clive alone. No matter how dangerous the journey will lead to you and Clive. You'll stay and fight next to him until his vengeance ends. Then, you and Clive can be enjoying your peaceful life together. You hoped that no one will hear your passionate yet rough sex with Clive. You'll be so embarrassed if your group knows about it and starts to tease you after leaving the castle of Barnabas.... Especially King Barnabas.... however, you'll worry about it later. You want Clive to fill you up with his cum in your womb. Only him can do it. You'll beat up anyone who dares to touch you or your handsome knight of yours! You survived for so long without any help. Feeling your tears coming down from your eyes as you kept moaning more. Clive noticed your crying immediately as his hand shakily wiped away your tears, asking you if you want to stop and you rapidly shaked your head in disapproval.

"N-no! Keep going please, Clive! I am so grateful to have you as mine.This is just tears of happiness...."

"(Y/N)... I--"

"I want to feel your cum in me! Fill me up please, Clive!"

Hearing your words aroused Clive even more as his blue eyes turned to lust once again. Wanting to fuck you like an animal... Craving your body as Clive starts to give your neck some hickies while thrusting his cock deeply in you.

"Who's my good girl?!" Clive whispers your ear, feeling your ear burning as you felt his hot breath blew through your ear

"M-me..."

"I can't hear you, (Y/N). WHO'S MY GOOD GIRL?" Clive screamed to you, your eyes widened as your smiled gleefully to him or yourself. You don't care if you looked silly right now.

"I'M YOUR GOOD GIRL! ONLY YOURS, CLIVE~"

"That's right, my lovely wife. You're mine" he huskily said to you, still thrusting in and out your pussy, feeling your gummy walls squeezing his cock tightly. Both of you and Clive moaning and panting together.

"I'm gonna cum again, my darling husband~ Fill me up! Everything please!" you moaned as you blushed, shocked that you actually said it to Clive. Before you can say anything to him, his hand slowly pulled away from your wrist. Your hands immediately pulled him in a tight hug, not wanting him to stop and begging for him to release his seed in your womb. Feeling yourself getting closer to climax. Luckily for you, Clive feels the same as he sloppily thrusts in you more deeply, cursing to himself as he's ready to release his thick cum in you. You felt his index finger rubbing your clitoris rapidly, as if Clive wants you to climax on him. Feeling his finger and his cock going deeper and deeper in you, letting out your sweet nectar on him. Moaning loudly as you closed your eyes in ecstasy.

"Oh, eikons! Give me more of your sweet nectar to me! My good girl! My queen! I'm gonna c--" Clive choked as he couldn't finished his sentence, his seed filling you up. His legs shivers as Clive tries to continue his breathing. Still thrusting in you a bit before pulling out, his cum dripping down slowly to the comfy bed covers. Clive collapsed next to you, pulling you to his chest. Grinning to yourself as your cheek pressed to them, deciding if you want to bite his chest or not....

"Easy there, my naughty wife. Want me ravish you again?", Clive smirked as he caressed your hips. You blushed more but you got a goofy smirk as you began to talk.

"I don't mind another round. Just give me five minutes. Your cock is mine, after all~", you winked at Clive, giggling as you saw his blue eyes widened at your bold speech.

".......(Y/N)....."

"Yes, Clive?"

"Why did you say that to me?"

"What do you mean, Cli---", you didn't finished your sentence as Clive bounced on you. Wanting to devour you again

This is going to be a LONG night for both you and Clive. At least no one will tease you two when it's morning right....?

The end ☆

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