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Call My Name *SMUT*

Summary: Having always been an out-of-control child with not many options left, Alicent chooses someone who has been on a great track in life and could tame her dragon son...You.

A/N: You all picked Aegon for male reader so here it is I tried my best, and your last name in this is Blackwell because that's what I came up with.

Word Count: 5.4k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Being known as a strong warrior out in the field of war and as one of the smartest men to help your people, who recently caught wind of an arranged marriage for you and someone you'd only heard of in passing, arriving at King's landing and meeting everyone curious as to who you would be marrying only to hear you'd be with the second oldest Targaryen child which helped none as to who that was. Meeting Aegon during a party to celebrate, but didn't know he was the one you would marry, especially since it was odd being with another man but greeted him as you drank from his goblet of wine speaking in a confident and relaxed tone "I take it your one of the Targaryen children?" Aegon turns from the woman he has been flirting with and looks the stranger up and down, "You could say that, yes." His voice drips with boredom as he answers. "And yourself?"

Watching on as the lady quickly left while Aegon was distracted but looked back over at him, giving him a respectful bow after learning he was, in fact, a Targaryen before you spoke up once more "I am Ser Y/N Blackwell, I suppose a very important prospect soon to your family as I hear a marriage will be taking place soon with me and a Targaryen." He nodded "A-ah." He blinks, his expression surprised. Was this the man for whom all this fuss was being made? "You're to marry… my sister?" Chuckling softly as you shrugged your shoulders, not knowing which one was to be your partner since your parents and their mother Alicent were the only ones to know "I honestly have no idea who is to be by my side, I'm not privy to that information it seems." He slowly nodded along to your words "…hm. I see." Aegon crosses his arms and his expression becomes disinterested. "Then, we should perhaps get better acquainted." He looks you up and down. "You a good fighter?" You took notice of his body language but chose to ignore it as you nodded your head, thinking it would be nice to become friendly with different members of the Targaryen family you would be marrying into, nodding your head confidently at the thought before you spoke up with pride and a gleam in your eye "One of the best, during my stay here your younger brother Aemond as even asked to practice with me."

His gaze lingers a moment longer and then looks you over once more. "You do look like the type who knows how to handle himself." He holds out his hand to shake your hand. "Aegon. Pleased to make your acquaintance." Smiling to yourself as you shook his hand, then nodded your head at his words, having been in enough fights to know how to take care of yourself "You'd be correct, Prince Aegon, and I too am pleased to make your acquaintance I'm quite sure we'll get along just fair." He lets go of your hand and smirks. "Indeed, I think we will." He looks around the room, at all the men and women, many dressed up in fancy clothes and jewelry, and he scoffs. He found all this utterly boring. Not sure how anyone can stand this, really. He takes a gulp of wine "What say we get out of here?" Glancing around the loud over-crowded party as you drank and finished the wine in your wine before looking back over at Aegon, raising a brow as you knew it was important for you to make rounds getting to know people but grinned as you slightly tilted your head curious as to what kinda trouble Aegon just might get you tangled in "What did you have in mind?" Aegon eyes you for a minute, before he chuckles to himself and says. "Well, since you're a man who enjoys fighting, why don't we… see if we can't find some trouble?" He grins and holds out his hand. "We'll make this party a little more interesting." He's already a little drunk. You looked around as a smirk on his face appeared. "I can always make a party more interesting," you said. Aegon takes your hand, still looking out at the sea of people, deciding what form of mayhem to get into tonight. "It's only a good night if you cause trouble, and trouble is not what I'm best known for."

"Oh, I have no doubt about that," he smirks. "You're a man of… action, are you not?" Aegon sips his wine, his expression amused. "Very well then." He raises his goblet and grins as he looks around the room. "That's good. You're my kind of fellow." He drinks a little more of his wine, his expression turning flirtatious as he looks at you. "I can certainly think of some places where you can be a little… uh…" wiggly finger sign, up and down gestured toward you. "You know, get more familiar with that blade of yours." He laughs as he nudges you playfully. You chuckled as you returned the nod of recognition. Your face felt slightly warm from the wine and a soft smirk stretched up over your lips. "Aye, I think you could say that." He laughs when the meaning of Aegon's words settles in, "I can certainly be…a bit more active than most, on certain occasions." His eyes move over your form, then back to your face, a low chuckle bubbling out, "That sounds like a proposition to me." You spoke playfully, and as you did your eyes flick around the room. Once it's clear that none of the lords present are paying any attention to them you move closer to Aegon and speak quietly, but with a smile that shows how entertained you are by the idea. "I do hope you mean what I think you do with that kind of comment. I think it's about time I see what else this blade can do."

Aegon smirks as he takes another sip of wine. "Now you're speaking my language." He glances around at all the people at the feast. They look so… boring. So proper. It's all so stuffy. "You ready to let loose?" he lowered his voice and looked you up and down. "This night needs some… excitement." He looks around, his gaze lingering on a group of nobles in the corner. His eyes fall on yours and he smirks. Aegon smirks, "I think you know exactly what I mean." He leans in close and whispers in a quiet, yet firm, voice "Let's… get out of here." His tone is almost flirtatious, though whether he intends it or not - is unclear. He gives one last look to the room around them before he takes your hand and pulls you out of the room, away from prying eyes. A spark of fire lights in the pit of your stomach at the suggestion, though your face remains calm as you walk with the blonde male. Eyes roving over the room at the party-goers, a smile of understanding creeps across your lips. "Aye, I think I do." Your free hand rests on the hilt of your sword as you move closer, eyes locking with Aegon's. "A man can only endure so much propriety conversation before he becomes restless." You turned your head back towards the group of nobles Aegon was motioning to, your smirk grew into a grin, and you were quite pleased with how things have gone up until now. The wine has loosened you up a fair bit giving you the confidence you wouldn't have normally about such talk, and you make no effort to hide the excitement in your expression."I like your thinking, Aegon." You whisper back to him before he leads you out of the room, his eyes scanning the hall for somewhere you both can find a bit of privacy. "Where exactly are we going?"

"Away." His voice is low, and his gaze piercing - but also, there is a playfulness within it. He leads you down the hall, towards an empty bedroom. His expression is almost daring, and he gives you an almost flirtatious look. You can see the lust in his eyes, and a hint of mischief in his expression, as he moves to block the entrance of the room with his body. He speaks in a low, sultry voice. "Let's… have a little fun," you smirk as he guides you out of the feast not expecting to be alone the alcohol-filled Targaryen. It is hard to keep from admiring his pale beauty as you pass by the guests until alone- his eyes inevitably falling towards your hips. "I would have to say you are right, we should let loose tonight." The prince laughs before grinning when he meets your gaze, "Now you're speaking the only language that I understand." He chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Aegon smirks at you and then steps close to you, his smile becoming more seductive. He leans in and whispers close to you, his hand grazing the side of yours as he speaks, his gaze piercing through you. "Why not, let's go for it." He grins and then pushes you against the wall, his body against yours. "It's been much too long since I've let loose… But with you? I'm sure we can make that up." He whispers with a grin and a slight lick of his lips as if looking forward to ruining the good boy image you had made for yourself. You grinned as Aegon pressed against you, your hands sliding up Aegon's sides. You felt your heart race as your skin brushed together, your breath catching slightly in his throat. "A man gets tired of good boy behavior." You chuckled as your hands came around to the front of Aegon. "One only can behave so well before it becomes….unbearable." Your eyes drop to Aegon's lips for a moment, before they shift back to his gaze. "I think it's time I stop behaving." Your breath quickened as your throat tightened slightly as Aegon pushed you up against the wall, your head tilted back and your gaze locked on Aegon's. There is a fire in his eyes and a burning heat in his blood. "We can do…anything you want." A grin stretched across your lips as you breathed in deeply, pulling Aegon's body flush against yours. "The night is ours for the taking…and I'm not going to hold any punches." Your hand falls to Aegon's lower back, and you pull Aegon in closer still.

You were being brave, fearless, and not afraid to show the lust in your eyes. Aegon stares at you with admiration and lust, before his expression changes to one of determination and passion. He grabs your hand and brings it back around to his own waist as you both embrace. His other hand wraps around your strong frame as he steps even closer to you. "I like being bad." He leans for a kiss, his body pressed up close to yours. "Now let me show you how it's done." His breath catches as he leans into you, his gaze flickering to your lips. "Let us… do as we please." His expression becomes slightly more serious, and his hands move across your body, grabbing at your hips and pulling you in tight. Aegon whispers in a sultry, seductive voice, "Just let me…" He stops talking and then leans in and kisses you, passionate yet gentle. As if he was exploring your body for the first time. His hands explore your body, his eyes flickering with lust and desire.

As Aegon's lips move against your lips, you lean into the kiss until your lips part, eyes closing as you press yourself into Aegon's body. One hand traces against Aegon's back, over the shape of his form as the other slips down Aegon's arm and rests at your side. The hand pauses in its movements as Aegon's hands travel over your body, his fingers gripping at the fabric of your shirt until it's lifted just above your hips. Your eyes fluttered open as you leaned into the kiss, your lips brushing against Aegon's as you tasted the sweet wine on Aegon's breath. Your heart pumps furiously in your chest as you kiss Aegon. Your body is pressed entirely against Aegon's now with hands running up and down the smooth fabric of Aegon's arms and back every part of him touching. He breaks the kiss and lifts his head only slightly. The hunger and lust in your eyes are undeniable at this point, your hand caressing the back of Aegon's neck while your gaze locks with Aegon's. "Let us." It's unclear if you're agreeing to let Aegon show you what it's like or agreeing to let all inhibitions go.

"Yes." An answer to both of your statements and his lips crash against yours with a passion that matches your own. His hands slide up and down your body, as you both press together. Aegon is drunk on your lips, his fingers caressing your shirt, pulling the fabric up and exposing the flesh beneath. You let out a soft moan as each of your hands roam over the fabric of each other's clothes. He pulled you closer to him once more, his eyes hungry and lustful as he kissed you even harder now. Aegon's kisses are sweet and seductive, as his hands roam over one another. The kisses become more passionate, more intimate. He bit your lip gently and then your ear. He pulls back from the kiss momentarily and speaks softly. Your eyes meet, and Aegon's expression is full of sensuality. "I want you." He speaks softly, his voice almost a whisper, but there is a hint of hunger behind it.

Your heart is racing in your chest, mind spinning and body trembling as Aegon's touch travels over you, his kisses sending goosebumps creeping over your arms. You pulled Aegon closer, pushing against the wall and leaning in to nuzzle against Aegon's neck. Your breaths were quick and shallow, your eyes half shut as Aegon's kisses left your body in a whirlwind of passion. "You have me," you whispered back, your voice thick with lust and hunger. "In any way you want me." A low moan escaped you as Aegon kissed you deeper. His lips were tender as he pulled away and began trailing kisses across your neck and collarbone. "I want you, too." Your voice is tinged with desperation as you whisper into Aegon's ear. "There is something…about you." Your hand runs down the small of Aegon's back, tracing soft circles in the smooth fabric of his clothes. "I've never felt…anything like this."

You kiss Aegon's shoulder, your eyes flickering with lust as you hungrily devoured Aegon's skin. Aegon kisses you deeply, pressing your body flush against his as he lets out soft moans. "I know what you mean." He speaks seductively as his hands explore your strong form palming you through your pants. "Oh… you are…" He moans again, his mouth still kissing at your shoulder. "You're…" He trails off, his mouth moving to your neck. "I don't think I want to let go of you." He whispers, his tone thick with lust Aegon breathes softly, his lips against your ear. "I understand." He whispers gently. You were so close, so warm, so…He lets the words hang in the air before he tugs you even closer. Your lips find one another and his tongue runs the length of yours as Aegon begins to move his tongue back and forth. Laying back on the bed with you hovering above him Aegon's legs wrap around your waist.

You moan deeply as Aegon pulls you into the bed, eyes rolling back slightly against your will not used to such attention. Your teeth find Aegon's lower lip then you start to kiss and lick it until your lips are coated in a layer of Aegon's saliva. Your tongue teases Aegon's mouth before it enters, and you begin to explore Aegon's mouth with it. Your fingers run through Aegon's hair as his mouth roams before your hands move downwards to pull on Aegon's clothing. The fire in your stomach grows thankful for the liquid courage, and you pull Aegon even closer grinding your hips against his. "Mm…" Your voice is low and seductive as you hold Aegon close to you. Hands roaming down Aegon's torso, your fingertips trailing across his warm flushed skin. Your lips trail up Aegon's neck, kissing him deeply. Your weight pins Aegon underneath you as your hand rests on Aegon's hip, your mouth wandering along Aegon's collarbone again.

A low, hungry moan escapes you as you begin to pull Aegon's shirt up. Aegon's body is hot with heat, and his breathing grows heavy as the both of you continue to move to the beat of your own lust-filled hearts. He held you close with his arms and slowly lowered his head. His lips press lightly against your neck again, teasingly, but finds a spot soon after and begins to nibble. Slow. Methodically. A moan escapes his own lips as he pulls on your shirt, missing but undoing the buttons in his eagerness. His lips move against the soft flesh of your neck, trailing down to your shoulder. Aegon bites, softly, the sound of his teeth biting down into and sucking your skin caused you to groan. His hands move across your skin and unbutton your trousers. Your touch sends waves of pleasure through Aegon and he closes his eyes, losing himself in your touch.

Your own desire begins burning in the pit of your stomach. In the moment, for once you were unable to think straight. You felt like a beast, and you were acting like one. As your hands run up and down Aegon's body, you grow increasingly more aggressive in your exploration of Aegon's body. You move down Aegon's torso with your mouth, your tongue swirling around his nipples as you pull at Aegon's shirt. "You taste so good." You whisper with a grin before leaning back up, kissing Aegon's lips deeply with an almost frenzied urgency. Aegon moans softly as you nibble and mark his neck, his hands running through your hair as your bodies continue to move and grind together. Another moan escapes Aegon's lips. Aegon's eyes flutter open again, and he stares directly into your eyes as he leans in for a kiss. He pulls you close again, his hand tangling in your hair and pulling it, almost forcefully, but with his hands still caressing your skin. He breaks the kiss for a moment and his voice is almost a whisper now. "…More." His voice is tinged with lust.

"I've never felt like this before," you muttered breathlessly, his mind almost spinning out of control. "I'm not sure what this is…but I know I need to have you." Your hand runs up Aegon's thigh and move underneath his clothes easing your fingers into his tight hole, the urgency that was evident in Aegon's words only fueling the desire within you more. You kiss Aegon again but this time a hunger is evident in his kiss, as if you were attempting to consume Aegon completely. Aegon whimpers his pleasure at your touches, and his legs wrap firmly around your waist, his hips raising to meet yours. His hand travels down your torso, grasping at the cloth between your legs and caressing your hips. He moans softly, breaking the kiss a moment, before finding your lips once again. He looks into your eyes and whispers again. "Oh God. I've never wanted another man like this," his voice is almost a whisper, yet his desire is burning hot. Aegon's body responds quickly to your touch. He moans with pleasure as his hands grip your body tightly, his voice is breathy but almost desperate. "It's been so long for me too…" Another moan escapes Aegon's lips. "I need you." Then his lips find yours again, and the two begin to move together again, as their breathing becomes heavier.

You were completely lost in the moment. Any and all rational thoughts of caution or self-preservation have left you. You were like a starving man, ravenously taking everything Aegon had to offer and giving him nothing less in return. A low, hoarse moan escapes your throat as you push your hips against Aegon. "God." You mumbled again. "You feel so good…how can a man be so beautiful?" You lean in once more and give Aegon another deep, passionate kiss. Your eyes flicker shut as Aegon's words touch a nerve within you. At that moment, you're a person burning with desire. Lost in Aegon. Your kisses become more urgent as Aegon's hands grip the sheets of the bed with almost painful force. You shift your weight and ease your cock into him with a groan. Your voice is quiet and hoarse as you respond. "…Gods above, you feel so good." Your eyes flicker open and look at Aegon. Your hands explore Aegon's body with a touch that is both soft and hard. Your tongues explore one another with a hunger that is almost feverish. Aegon bites the edge of your lip. "Oh, God, yes." His eyes flutter shut. The pace of your movements picks up in intensity, and you move together at a pace that is almost frantic. Your hips pound against Aegon's harder hitting a certain spot inside of him, your breathing fast and hard. "Oh, God, yes! More." Aegon grunted.

A deep breath escapes past your lips as Aegon's words send a wave of pleasure through you. This was nothing like you had ever felt with any other man before. You were overwhelmed with emotion as your bodies met in perfect rhythm. "I never…felt…" You trailed off in an attempt to collect yourself - to find the words for what you felt - but the words escaped you. Your voice trailed off as the pleasure mounted, your body shaking a little as you closed your eyes. "Gods, gods…" You pressed Aegon more into the bed, your hips moving in steady, deep thrusts. "I-I…yes…" You kiss Aegon deeply once more, groaning against Aegon's mouth as he leans forward more into you. Your body begins to tense as pleasure wracks through you, your breath growing shallow already feeling close due to all the build-up. Aegon lets you take control. You were the one guiding the pace of the movements, you were the one who was controlling the rhythm. In some way, Aegon realizes, You were taking him. And he likes that. He moans with pleasure once more. "Oh, yes." He bites his lower lip, his eyes flickering open. His arms wrap around you for a deep kiss. "More." His voice sounds desperate. "I want you. Don't stop." He sounds almost urgent. He grips your body, moaning softly as your hips roughly press against his while your hand came down on his pale rear. "Oh, Gods." His voice is breathy, and he is close in that moment, so terribly close.

"I…" Your breath trails off as your eyes flutter shut, your body wracked by the pleasurable sensations. The room takes on a haze that matches your senses, "Oh, Gods…yes…I…" Your eyes slowly flicker open once again as you kissed Aegon deeply, your pace slowing but the pleasure building. Your voice is hoarse as you gasp for breath. "So…." You pause for a moment, your body shuddering with pleasure as you struggle to catch your breath. "…good." You whispered the words and wrapped your hand around Aegon's cock tugging on it for extra pleasure. "Yes, yes, yes…" You grit your teeth together as the pleasure begins to build, heat rising within you as your body moves within Aegon's. Your eyes flicker open, and your gazes meet. Words are lost to you the second your eyes lock, and what little control you had over yourself is cast away. Your hips move more desperately inside Aegon, your body beginning to shake with the tension mounting. Aegon's body releases the tension in a wave of pleasure, his head tilts back with a gasp. "Oh, Gods." His body is still shaking, his heart pounding out of his chest as he pulls you impossibly close once again. In that moment, in that release, Aegon's body is shaking with pleasure, his heart pounding in his chest. He grits his teeth, his eyes wide as he stares into yours. For that moment, the world around you both comes to a stop, and Aegon feels the warmth flowing through him, the pleasure radiating through his soul. In that moment, You are Aegon's world.

You woke up early not recalling much about the night before until you slowly looked around the room, feeling your nerves run cold as you noticed this wasn't your room, then the sleeping Targaryen male next to you both still naked and bare. Slowly getting up and dressed before you left the room holding your head trying to place what happened but going about your day cleaning yourself up. Joining everyone for the first meal of the day smiling as you spoke to everyone even as you greeted a tired Aegon only to feel confused as he reintroduced himself again as if you didn't remember the night before. Aegon yawned as he stretched his arm, waking to reality. The room was filled with sunlight as he began to think back on the night before. A hint of a memory in the back of his mind. He thought to brush it away and get up but decided to stay in bed, letting himself relax as his mind searched back through the fog. "You seem…familiar." Aegon was staring at you once he took his seat ignoring nearly everyone else, unable to place where he had seen you before. You seemed…well-known by everyone at the dinner table, "So…have we met before? Or are your features just that easy to remember?"

At Aegon's words you almost spit out the bit of food you were chewing. "Familiar?" The question catches you off-guard and stammer over your response, clearly surprised to discover that Aegon doesn't remember last night. The memories are slowly coming back to you, but don't feel your head is clear enough to process it all just yet. But you do glance up when Aegon speaks again, and your eyebrows raise slightly as you note the blonde's confusion. "Hmm?" You spoke, your voice was a bit hoarse but your smile is still intact as you looked at Aegon. "No, I'm quite sure we've never met before." Your words are casual, but you can see the spark of recognition on Aegon's face. Alicent cleared her throat once she heard Aegon's normal spot of going out even though often pretending it wasn't true, clasping her hands together as she slightly leaned forward thinking over her words before she finally looked up at everyone as she spoke. "It seems that Ser Blackwell has caught the attention of many at court, as many consider him to be the most eligible bachelor in the realm, especially among those who stand in opposition to the crown. Mayhaps you might consider this arrangement, Aegon, It is customary for a King to wed, you both would make a great match. Coming from a noble house with loyal soldiers. And has an impressive reputation as a warrior and will be able to defend you on the battlefield. Furthermore, the family has a vast network of spies, which will be useful in keeping an eye on those who attempt to threaten House Targaryen and the realm at large. I believe that your union will bring great strength to the Seven Kingdoms."

Aegon looks over at Alicent in surprise, his eyebrows raised. He then slowly turns to look at you, his face still a little red from drinking too much wine the night before and continuing with it. "So…let me get this straight. You'd like for me to marry this person?" The thought hadn't occurred to him before, and he was genuinely surprised by the sudden thought. His eyes drift to you once more, his mind going over Alicent's words. It wasn't a bad idea, he realized. You did seem to be charming, loyal, and a fine warrior. He sighs and closes his eyes shaking his head as he listens to Alicent as she speaks about you, praising and recommending you quite highly. Aegon notices the eyes around the table are on him, "Yes. Yes, all of those things may be true…But why?" He asks, his voice has a hint of frustration in his voice. You listen intently as the two speak, your eyebrows rising slightly as Aegon questions Alicent's suggestion. You had a feeling you should interject at some point soon, but for now, you are interested in seeing how Aegon will respond. At Aegon's response, you smirk somewhat playfully. "I can think of far worse choices than me, your grace." You spoke though it's done with a fair amount of mockery. "And a marriage proposal made by our parents is all but the norm for families." Not having thought he'd be the Targaryen you were going to marry.

Another sigh leaves Aegon's lips as he looks at both his mother and you. He was tired of everyone suggesting someone new to marry at any given opportunity. It felt almost as if everyone was conspiring to pair him off in a marriage, but to whom and when he didn't truly know. His eyes glance at you as he speaks and his smirk widens, "…I'm aware of that." He responds with mild irritation but he keeps his tone even-keeled. "I'm also aware this isn't your place to speak of such matters." He seems to ponder over what you said a moment ago. "it would keep my mother happy as well…." His voice was almost distant as his thoughts wandered before he smiled at you. "Aha! And now that I look at you closely…yes, you would make an excellent match for me." His smile is almost mischievous at the end, almost like he's teasing you slightly. Your face lights up as you pick up on the teasing and mischievousness on Aegon's part. Your smirk widens and you lean back in your seat, the smile that was on your face remains. "An excellent match, your grace? I'm flattered." The words are said with feigned humbleness, your voice dripping with sarcasm. As you speak you lean forward, resting your arms on the table. "But why do I feel as if that's not the only reason you're interested in this match? You wouldn't be considering my other… qualities…would you?"

"Hmm…?" Aegon seems to be trying to suppress his amusement. "Oh, pray tell, tell me what qualities I could be so interested in?" His eyes have a subtle sparkle and there is a mischievous edge to his words. "Ah, you caught me." His voice was once again calm, but there was the slightest hint of flirtation there. "Let's just say you have…a certain look to you. A certain…charm." Aegon gave a smile almost teasingly as his eyes lingered on you. "And I think I'd quite like to get to know you more, my good man." Aegon's voice was almost breathless as if he was trying his best to contain himself. You had to suppress a laugh as Aegon's words and demeanor caused you to feel the same heat from last night. "My good man, eh?" Your voice has become more teasing at this point, your eyes wandering over Aegon's body with a familiar gleam. "And would you like to get to know me…better? Is that why you found your way into my bed?" Your voice is softer now, the humor in his voice replaced by something slightly more earnest even with others around. Your eyes drift back up to Aegon's, a slight smile crossing your lips. The playful banter is almost too much for you to handle. It's a far cry from how you normally act almost as if no longer a gentleman, but Aegon is drawing a side out of you. Your smirk widens, and your eyebrows raise suggestively as you lean forward. "A certain charm?" You questioned, your voice low and teasing. "Or perhaps…is it my skills in battle or in the bedchamber?" You grin knowingly at Aegon, your eyes lingering on the blonde for a moment too long.

Aegon smirks at you, enjoying the playful teasing and your open admission of certain desires having already taken place. His eyes flicker up and down your body, as he takes you in. It takes everything in Aegon not to blush and turn his face away. It was as if you were daring him to flirt back, dare him to do something…and he was almost ready to take the bait. "Perhaps it's all of the above, Ser." His voice is soft, low, and almost…seductive as he stares at you with a hint of mischief in his gaze.

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“And the last step to solve this problem is integrating by substitution.”

The red marker creates an audible squeaking sound as you drag it across the whiteboard, creating complex mathematical symbols and equations that your five-year old self would be confused by. The silence doesn’t surprise you considering how you struggled with this same topic as an undergraduate, you can only hope that the students truly understand what you are writing.

“I’m pretty sure Dr. Lee taught you all how to do that right?”

Hushed whispers of confirmation gives you the cue to erase the contents of the whiteboard and to continue on with the lecture—with some students quickly taking their phone out to take a snap of the whiteboard. Take a quick peek at your watch to make sure that everything is right on schedule. You wait a few more seconds for any objections and thankfully there is none. Great, looks like you’re going to be able to go home early. “Okay good, so let’s move on to the next prob–”

“Gosh, this is so boring.”

Turn your attention to the blonde sitting in front of the classroom. Park Gowon, a third year mathematics major who is known around campus for her otherworldly visuals—and more importantly, for being one of the smartest. Some say she already has multiple job offers from top companies but who knows how much of that is the truth. What is true though, is that she is incredibly difficult to work with, both as a teacher and a student. Her inflated ego as the smart student makes it a hellish time to deal with her. But of course since you are relatively new, you have no choice but to take on the task the department assigned to you.

A disinterested look paints her face as she rests her chin on her palm, making it as clear as possible that she does not enjoy sitting in your lecture. This is not the first time she’s done this but it is getting on your nerves—she claims that your class is “too easy” and that she can pass with her eyes closed (which is probably true, but still). You must maintain your professionalism, however, you don’t want to lose your teaching assistant position when you only earned it last year.

Audible gasps can be heard throughout the small classroom as your other students are absolutely enjoying the spectacle unfolding right in front of them. “What was that, Miss Park?”

Every word that comes out of her mouth is venom and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. “I said this class is boring. There, happy?” Then a raise of her eyebrows, seemingly trying to urge you on. It’s working because you loosen your tie as you can feel the tension starting to grow.

You usually tolerate her antics but perhaps the fact that you spilled your morning coffee is causing your patience to be much shorter than usual. Or maybe because the bratty, annoying look that she gives you every single damn time is starting to irritate you. It doesn’t help that she’s wearing that stupid uniform in the first place—causing your mind to travel to places it definitely shouldn’t.

You grit your teeth, holding yourself back before you lash out any hurtful words; she’s still your student after all and you do not want to involve yourself in any altercations. You will just have to discipline her instead and hopefully such incidents don’t occur ever again. “Miss Park, please come with me to my office right after this class. The rest of you may leave.” You don’t miss the way she rolls her eyes but you chose to ignore it.

The classroom quickly empties out and you begin to pack up your belongings and Gowon does the same. Soon, you are leading her towards your office; it’s at this point that you realize that she’s the first student to ever enter your office, which is surprising considering you always hold office hours every semester; would more of your students pass if they just reached out to you for help? Who knows. Maybe it’s because of that fact that you are just now noticing how messy it is once you’ve finally reached the small, confined space.

Paperworks are scattered across your work desk while crushed cans of energy drinks fill up the trash can; the dissertation that you’ve been working on for months is due in just a couple of weeks so you are extremely tired and stressed. You almost feel embarrassed as she scans her eyes with a disgusted look but you remember the reason why you brought her along in the first place. You close the door behind you and shut off the blinds as you make your way towards your chair.

“Please, Miss Park. Have a seat.”

She fortunately doesn’t spit out another complaint as she takes a seat right in front of you. Her doll-like features are more apparent in such an intimate setting and it’s hard to focus with her in such close proximity, though that annoyed look with her eyebrows raised is causing your blood to boil once again. “Would you care to explain to me why you act so disinterested and rude in my class? Is it really that boring for you?” You try to speak to her in a soft and calm voice because escalating the situation is not going to help you or her; you just want to help her if you can.

But it doesn’t matter anyways because Gowon is not paying attention to you at all, humming as she casually scrolls through her phone as if her instructor isn’t lecturing her, as if she’s on a date with a guy she’s clearly not interested in, as if she’s a princess and you’re just a mere peasant invading her space. Apparently even talking to you bores her and it’s a major insult to you not just as her superior, but as a man. “Miss Park, I’m speaking to you.”

She continues to ignore you, deliberately avoiding your gaze as she would twirl her curly hair around her fingers while lightly tapping her feet on the floor. “Miss Park.” Your voice is becoming more stern, but it just makes her more stubborn as she goes back to scrolling through her phone. You ball your fists in rage, you may be a patient guy but she’s driving you over the edge. You can only tolerate her for so long before you end up exploding.

“Yah Park Gowon!” You shout, far louder than you anticipated which causes her to flinch—you’ve never been this angry before. You hoped that it would be enough to persuade her but you knew better than to escalate the situation and now, there’s no turning back. She takes a deep sigh as she stands up from her seat, fixing her skirt and checking her hair using her phone.

“If you have any concerns, you can just email me sir. I don’t wanna be here in your disgusting office.”

She picks up her bag and proceeds to make her way out of your office but you stop her in her tracks just in time, barricading yourself between Gowon and the door to prevent her from leaving. You are going to get an answer from her and you are going to get it now. You can’t just let your manhood be insulted, you still have your pride and ego after all. Not when she already trampled all over your dignity by disrespecting you in front of all your students.

“No.”

Unfortunately for her, you are just as stubborn. And considering that she already pushed you to your limits, you have decided to play along with her little game—even if it may cost you everything. Fuck it, you’re going to let your dick do the thinking for once.

“What are you talking about, sir?” For the first time, you have the upper-hand; a cruel realization in the dynamics between an instructor and his student. She could only look at you in a mixture of curiosity and fear as she has never seen this side of you, and perhaps no one else has seen this side of you.

“I’m done trying to play nice with you, you’re gonna need to be punished.” You lock the door behind you and close all of your windows, making sure that no one can see the sinful events that are about to follow. “And as per university policy, it’s my duty to carry out any form of punishment.” You completely loosen your tie before taking it off. “Now get on your knees and suck my cock.”

The request flabbergasts Gowon, though a faint trace of lust can be seen in her eyes. “What?!”

“I said get on your fucking knees and suck my dick, I won’t repeat myself.” You’re surprised by how commanding you sounded, though that’s probably fueled by the fact that you can’t think of anything else right now other than ruining this brat in front of you, maybe it’s because she looks so damn irresistible in that uniform.

Thankfully she obliges immediately, kneeling down as she begins unbuckling your belt but she struggles—whether it’s because of her inexperience or nervousness you don’t know. Your skilled hands are much quicker however and you remove it and your pants in no time along with your boxers and your fully erect cock almost hits her in the face, dripping with so much precum.

She can only look in awe as those soft and gentle hands of hers begin to stroke you. Her touch feels cathartic and it’s causing your libido to increase, your busy schedule rarely allows any time for such activities so your sensitivity is through the roof. “Fuck, you’re so big sir.” More precum continues to dribble out with each careful stroke and she reaches a finger out for a taste, a satisfied hum escaping her lips.

“If I just knew how much you were packing, I would’ve gladly sucked you off eve—hmph!” If you can’t use your words to get her to shut up, then your dick surely can. In one swift motion, you plunge your shaft into her welcoming mouth. You don’t give her time to adjust to your length nor to your pace as you start off with frantic thrusts. Fortunately, Gowon catches up to speed and begins slurping on your meat with hunger and even uses her hands to fondle your heavy balls.

“You’re not stubborn anymore, huh? Guess all you needed was dick in your mouth to be tamed.” You don’t stop thrusting in her mouth, tears falling down her eyes and drool oozing out of the side of her lips, ruining her princess-like image as she devours you. The sound of your cock hitting the back of her throat adds to the lewd display in what is supposed to be an academic sanctuary and it just turns you on even further. If you just knew how good those lips are at dick sucking, you would have punished her a long time ago.

Her lipstick has stained the base of your cock but you absolutely don’t mind because all you care about is how good her mouth feels. You grab her hair into a makeshift ponytail as you quicken your thrusts to match the bobbing of her head, using her mouth as your personal fleshlight while you continue to vent out all of your frustrations on her. And considering that you rarely receive blowjobs, it doesn’t take too long for you to reach your peak.

“Gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum inside your mouth and you’re gonna take it all in you hear that?”

The built up stress of the past few months is released with an animalistic growl as you unload thick shots upon thick shots of cum down her throat, pushing your tip as far deep as possible while you hold her head steady. You lean your head back as your vision goes white from the strong orgasm, the result of such a heavenly experience leaving you breathless and yearning for more. You both rest in that position for quite a while as you recover from the intensity of it. Eventually your shaft begins to limp and you remove it from her mouth, leaving a string of saliva and cum in the aftermath.

“Fuck…….”

Without even being asked, Gowon opens her mouth to show the massive amount of cum that you’ve released, with some staining her lips. She then swallows it before wiping the excess using the sleeves of her uniform, then that bratty look shows up on her face and you are rock hard again in just a matter of minutes. “That was such a big load, sir. Maybe we should do this everyday to help you relieve it.” But alas, her words continue to affect you at this very moment, your eyes burning with even more passion and lust.

“Take off that uniform now.” Another command that she quickly obliges to and perhaps she’s starting to get the hang of it, she should have been obedient a long time ago anyways. Your dress shirt was the only piece of clothing you still had on so you were able to get rid of it with ease, helping Gowon just in time unzip her skirt and you throw the flimsy piece of clothing at the door; not a smart decision but neither is what you are currently doing with her.

You always knew she had a deceptively curvy body underneath those hoodies and oversized shirts that she loved to wear occasionally but seeing it with your own eyes beats any imagination you had. Time is ticking however and as much as you want to appreciate her body more, you’re not exactly in the appropriate place to do so—the result is you stripping her off of her remaining undergarments and turning her around on your work desk, swiping the paperworks to the floor and any other obstruction to your goal: to ruin her.

“If you want this dick badly, I’m gonna give it to you. Gonna ruin you so badly you’ll barely be able to walk out of my fucking office.” It’s not a surprise that her juices are already leaking down her thighs, your words turning her on even more. “When you do manage to walk out of here, everyone is gonna know how much of a slut you are fucking a teacher in his office in broad daylight when they see my cum flowing out of your skirt, you get that?”

You give her cute and petite ass a slap which causes her to moan; the reaction only urges you on as you bend her over, slowly inserting your cock in her tight pussy and you groan as her walls constrict around you, making it difficult to move. Her moans increase in volume as she holds on to the edges of your desk tightly and you have to place a hand over her mouth to prevent her from getting too loud—though inside you want everyone to know just how well Gowon is taking your dick. Hell, they could walk in and you won’t mind them watching you tame the blonde in front of you.

“S-Sir! Ruin me with that cock, please!”

It’s a good thing she’s already aroused otherwise it would take you longer to establish any sort of rhythm. A few more slow thrusts and you feel her starting to loosen up, giving you the green light to start pounding her instead. Look down and you watch how easily your length moves in between her buttcheeks, each thrust causing more of her juices to leak on your table as she tries to hold on for dear life. Not satisfied with the position, you wrap an arm around her body to pull her upper body upwards and press her back against your chest.

This allows you to inhale her intoxicating scent as you leave kisses all over her shoulder and neck, continuing your assault on her pussy and her moans start to turn into desperate cries of pleasure. The position also allows you to feel how amazing her body truly is as you give her breasts a gentle squeeze before resting your hands on her stomach. She’s so warm, so tight, so hot and you wouldn’t mind spending the entire day here in your office fucking her until you’re both completely spent.

“Shit, fuck, fuck! You’re taking my cock so fucking well, Gowon. You’re truly made to be ruined.”

“And you feel so big inside me, sir! Keep fucking me, please! I-I’m so close!”

It’s evident with the way her walls are starting to tighten around your cock again but you are also nearing your peak. With both of your pleasure in mind you push her down to the table and bend her over once again, increasing the pace of your pounding as they become more desperate and hurried. The idea of any sort of rhythm is gone as the table start to creak with how hard you are fucking her. Sweat starts to drip down your face but it doesn’t matter, the only thing you can focus on is how her wet and tight pussy is going to handle your load.

“Faster, sir! I-I wanna cum with you!”

“Shut the fuck up! Don’t tell me what to do.”

Your cock is throbbing violently and it only takes one, two, three deep and powerful thrusts for Gowon to completely unravel underneath you, a high-pitched moan so loud that someone outside will definitely hear it. She quivers as her body is laid completely flat on your table, hips pushing themselves back towards you as her orgasm continues to run through her small, tiny body. Her juices begin to squirt out of her pussy in a violent manner, completely spraying your table with her essence and such overwhelming pleasure brings you to your own orgasm as you empty yet another thick load from your balls, this time it’s going straight inside Gowon as every thrust pushes your cum deep inside her breeding hole. The combination of your juices on your table is definitely going to be a messy job to clean but that’s not your concern right now. Your punishment for her is not over.

“We’re not finished yet.”

You grab Gowon by the hands and drag her towards your chair. Sit down on it and pull her closer towards you, effectively making her straddle your lap. She squeals at the motion as you don’t waste any time and bring her down your needy dick, coated liberally with your cum and her squirt. One orgasm down the drain makes it easier to penetrate her this time around as you are able to bring her to your hilt in just one go.

“F-Fuck! Be more gentle, sir!” She wraps her arms around your neck and buries her face in it, her hot breath giving you goosebumps as her tight, velvety walls clutches your shaft once again. “I’m s-still sensitive.” But instead of slowing down and giving her time to adjust, you begin to thrust upwards at an unrelenting pace, wrapping your arms around her body as you press as much of your skin against hers. The squelching sound after each pump into her wet cunt only gets louder as more cum begins to flow out of her from your orgasm earlier.

“Shit! So fucking tight, so fucking wet!”

Knead her buttcheeks as you plant kisses on the side of her face, the sounds of her cries of euphoria fueling you to chase yet another orgasm. Gowon pulls away from you this time, running her hands through her disheveled hair to fix it. The intensity of the session completely left her a mess and ruined. And yet the burning passion in her eyes is still there and they’re only telling you one thing: to breed her. You lean forward and begin nibbling on the porcelain skin of her neck, leaving dark love bites as she bounces intensely on your lap while you try to match with her thrusts.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum again, sir. Oh fuck!”

Gowon is struck by a second, smaller orgasm as she falls again into your arms, but the amount of squirt gushing out of her is still the same as it completely drenched your thighs. Your tired, aching body follows her orgasm with one of your own—replacing the cum you’ve left inside earlier with more shots of semen, wringing you completely dry and exhausted. Carefully run your hands through her hair as she comes down from her high, her breathing taking minutes to stabilize but when it does, she’s already drifting to dreamland. It’s not a surprise considering how hard you fucked her and how much energy she spent.

It’s a good thing you don’t have any more classes for today as you let Gowon fall asleep in your arms while you follow suit. When you both woke up, you quickly cleaned up the mess you’ve made in your office then brought her back to your apartment where you ended up having more rounds of intense sex. All it took was a quick nap for both of you to re-energize and you were already filling her up again, this time she wasn’t afraid to vocalize her pleasure as her screams reverberated around your apartment (your neighbors will definitely file a noise complaint). As expected, she wasn’t able to walk at all the following day and so you excused her absence. But it was all really just a part of your bigger plan…

Because you fucked her again when you came back home that day.

#loona smut #gowon smut #park chaewon smut #male reader #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #reader insert #smut #loona gowon smut

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stars-and-inkpots · 6 months

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hi! if it interests you, I think it'd be funny to see Tav feeling like they're babysitting a bunch of squabbling (overly attractive) children 🤔 🤣 especially towards the beginning when NOBODY got along

much love! your fics are amazing and just hit all the spots! 💖

this was such a silly idea i loved it so much. it took me a while to get a clear idea of how i wanted to write it, but i finally took some time today to get it done ! it's a little short, but it's a fun little scenario of just reader and companions. i hope you enjoy and thank you for the idea!

Getting Along | Reader and Companions (Gale, Astarion, Wyll, Shadowheart, Lae'zel)

Trying to travel with your newfound companions is getting increasingly difficult. None of them seem to get along (except Wyll, of course), and are more than eager to start arguments rather than solving more pressing issues. Even your patience has it's limits.

Pairing: no romantic pairing

Word Count: 770

To say that your life had changed since the nautiloid would be a massive understatement. Your life was upheaved, completely changed, and you were thrown into an entire adventure completely against your will. At least, you thought to yourself, you had company.

Though, that ‘company’ was quickly beginning to become more of a problem to solve in its own way.

One would think that the tadpoles in your minds would bring all of you together. One would think that it would give at least some reason to ensure that everyone was tolerable of each other. This was clearly not the case.

You’ve lost track of how many times you’ve had to tell Astarion to stop bothering Gale while all of you walk through the forest path. Astarion starts it every time, but Gale is stubborn and is easily lured into a new argument only minutes after the last had ended.

“Gale, just stop answering him,” you say, exasperated after the fifth spat between the two of them in the span of twenty minutes.

“He knows he’s wrong though! He just won’t admit it!”

Astarion is only barely concealing his laughter behind you.

“Yes. Because he knows it upsets you. Just ignore him.” You bring a hand up to your face, pinching the bridge of your nose as you feel the stress of the day already getting to you. It’s barely noon.

Gale gives an annoyed groan, but mercifully listens to you. You can see the effort it takes, however, when Astarion continues to try and goad Gale into another rant.

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In the afternoon, Gale has managed to ignore Astarion for a good majority of the time. Instead, it is now Lae’zel and Shadowheart who have been at each other’s throats (thankfully, only figuratively so far) almost constantly. Astarion, now bored with Gale’s determined disinterest, is happy to antagonize both of them, encouraging the divide between the two.

“I just think maybe Shadowheart deserves to keep the relic, since she was able to take it so easily.” Astarion knows it’s more complicated than that. He also knows that saying this will infuriate Lae’zel.

“Finally, you speak some sense,” Shadowheart says, not even sparing either Astarion or Lae’zel a glance.

“Do not start,” you warn.

Wyll, the only other one who seems to see reason in working together, steps between Lae’zel and Shadowheart. He only looks a little nervous as he does, knowing full well that the githyanki could easily push him to the side.

“The half-elf can fight her own battles as she seeks them. I do not suggest getting in my way, unless you wish me to go through you.” Lae’zel’s hand is holding the hilt of her sword so tightly that you are impressed she hasn’t snapped it entirely. Wyll keeps his gaze on the path ahead, giving no indication that he’s heard her at all except for a momentary, nervous glance at you.

“Enough! There will be no more fighting! You will all behave until we get through the day. And then you will continue to behave when we are back at camp. Am I understood?” You feel like an exhausted parent, scolding children. The only thing missing is a corner for timeouts.

“I was behaving. Quite well, in fact,” Shadowheart says, with the nerve to cross her arms petulantly. Lae’zel only grumbles, but her hand leaves her sword.

“Everyone is going to be quiet now. Not a word, unless necessary, until we camp for the night.” You remember hearing a parent encourage their children to play something called ‘the silent game’ once, and it feels very similar to what you’re requesting of your companions now.

They listen. For the rest of the night, there is blessed silence. Even through dinner that night, no one says a word.

Before everyone retires for the night, you speak up to all of them.

“Tomorrow, everyone is going to get along. We are in this together. We need to work together. Astarion, stop trying to start fights. Gale, stop answering Astarion. Lae’zel and Shadowheart, leave each other alone. Wyll… keep it up, you’ve been great. Now everyone, get a good rest and when we travel tomorrow, you will all be in a good mood. Okay?”

There are a few indignant huffs, but everyone mumbles their reluctant agreement.

The night is peaceful, and that peace continues on to the next day. Maybe because you finally managed to get through to them, or maybe because they didn’t want to have to endure yet another lecture. Whatever the reason, you’re happy to have at least one day where you don’t feel like a babysitter.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #x reader fic #reader insert #bg3 fic #bg3 fanfiction #gale dekarios #lae'zel #shadowheart #astarion ancunin #baldurs gate x reader

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madrone33 · 2 months

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Some of my fav lines/melodies in EPIC The Musical.

(In no particular order. Also this is not a completely list, just the ones I'm thinking of currently. Also also it's 1:30 am so soz if there's spelling mistakes :D)

*gentle, concern* (Po-li-tes! Po-li-tes!) What keeps you up so late at night, myyy friend?

(Aphro-diii-te~) *disinterest, sneer* Your little high and miiighty~ Odysseus.

*soft, longing, adoring* She's my everything... My... Pe-ne-lo-pe...

*absolutely done with this shit, passive agressive to the max* Everybody listen closely. See how this bag is closed: that's how it's supposed to be.

*so bored, plaintive* It's just me, myself and I. STUCK IN MY BEDROOM-

*disdain, pissed* You are the worst kind of good, 'cause you're NOT. EVEN. GREAT!

*mocking, amused* Tell me. Odysseus~

*smooth temptation, sly* Here in the root of this flower there lies such a power to take her onnnn... You must consume and digest it then you'll manifest a BEING of your cre-a-tion!

*scorn, dark rage, snarl* You don't think I know my own palace? I BUILT IT!

*mocking smile* En-lighten me... King of Ith-a-ca.

*grinning, excited, pshh* Nah! Don't be modest! I know you're a goddess! So let's be honest- You are ATHENA!! (Athena!) Badass in the arena! Unmatched, witty, and queen of the best stra-ta-gies we've seen!

*smooth, persuasive, cunning* Have a drink! One sip and you'll un-der-stand- the power that's in your hands! A wine so fresh, you'd never wanna eat hu-man flesh a-gain!

*grim, fierce* And if we're defeated they're good as dead! Straight ahead! That is who we're fighting. (PO-LY-PHE-MUS!)

*damning, cold* This-is-the-son-of-none-o-ther-than Troy's very own Prince. Hec-tor.

*rage, bitter, snarl* The next time that you dare choose not to spare, remember them. Re-member us! Re-member ME.

*proud, dark, spite* I'm the reigning King of Ithaca! (electric guitar goes hard!!!)

*tired, disappointed, cynical* That's what we'd get with o-pen arms.

*determined, upbeat* ... Lotus eaters~ [Dies Irae forshadowing RIP]

*aching, exhausted, longing* Who longs to see his wife. I long to see my fa-mi-ly! I long to see Peneeelope!

*exhaused, hopeful, adoring* and I'm getting closer to youuu! (Pene-lo-pe...) I can't wait to make some new me-mor-ies! (Tele-ma-chus...) Time for me to be the father I never was!

*dark promise, intent, soft* ... Or I'll raise the tide so high, all of Ithaca will die. Get in the water.

*awe, gentle, hopeful* Twenty years we've wandered, but today you're not alooone... MY SON I'M FINALLY HOME! [Crying]

*smirk, condescending, challenging* FIGHT, LITTLE WOLF, FIGHT! Wanna entertain me?

*bitter, spite, hurt* This way! You get what'chu waaanted. This way! You can save. Your. Time! Thiiis way. You close the door, and have your damn GOOD-BYE!

*impatient, clever, smug smirk* I-al-ready-know-your-tac- tics! When-you-swallow-you-a- ttack with.

*cold, malicious* Forty-three left, under your command.

*darkly amused smirk, sly* No I'm not a player, I'm a puppeteer. No I don't play, I puppeteer, yeah!

*smooth, charming, faux deferent* Lllady of the Paaalace! Sorry that I aaask this, but I hope that I've been mis-in-formed.

*pleading, tired, entreating* So I beg you, Circe. Graaant us mercy. And let us puppets, leaaave...

*triumphant?* Or maybe one day the world will need a puppeteer... MO-O-O-O-RE! (No she's not a player, she's a puppeteer! No she's not a player, she's a puppeteer, oh!)

*desperate, dark, dread* What if I'm the- (MON-STERRR!) Oh, ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves... (MON-STERRR!)

*depair, gritted teeth* When does the rea-son become the bl-ame?

*desperate, despair, begging* I'd rather bleed for ya! I'm on my knees for ya! I'm begging please! (Oh, this is the will of the GODS!) ... Please, don't make me do this! Don't make me do this!

*snarling roar, bitter fury* GIVE UP YOUR HONOUR AND FAIIITH!

*warm, light, earnest* And so I think mayyy-be! If liiife didn't go as planned. Mayyy-be! You miiight wanna lend a hand! I don't think he'll miiind! If not his friend, then miiine!

*amused, mocking* To untie apprehensions, that were placed on that Greeeek?

*dry, tired, sceptical* If your plan's so great, then why'd you waiiit to say it? *pause, smirk* Well it's a li-ttle bit ✨DANGEROUS✨ my friend!

*delight, dark, snarl* There you are. Coward.

*desperate hope* Ohhh, could it be! Some kiiind of sign! That MY world IS all A-bout TO change?

*adoring, awe* Peneee-lo-peeee! Oh, how I missed you, my darling, my love!

*hurting, confused, scared* This re-sentment brims with pain! Someone tell me whyyy! Instead of strength, I've oceans in my eyes...

*fucking done, incredulous, distrusting* Is this some kind of trick? Pretending I can go? Because if so you're sick. My heart's already bro-ken. I'm tired of this! And I've run out of sym-pathy.

*intone, dismissive, harsh* If no-body hurts you, be SILENT! (Ody motif, he's deffo smirking here)

*smitten, adoring* 'Cause in my DAR-kest dayyys! Penelope's my driiive!

*tired, hesitant, quiet* ... Greet the world with o-pen arms...

*soft, warm* I only took the blow so you could live! WHOA!!

*bombastic* (HERA!!) Soooo many heroes! Soooo many taaales! Give me one good rea-son! Why yours should prevaaail!

*feral grin, challenge, declare* So ohhh BRING it on! I'm not dying here, I'm still fighting here!

*longing, loving, promise* Pe-ne-lopeee... Pe-ne-lopeee... And Tele-ma-chus! I fight for us! I fight for uuus!

*proud* And all he ever lived was the life of a legend! A life that was EPIC.

AHHHHHH I love it all so much!!!!

#long post #quotes #epic the musical #rambles #my posts

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I wish I didn't hate Ed and Stede but here we are I guess

I didn't have time to put a section about this in my review (since it would add another ten minutes onto a fifty minute video hhhhh) but I just gotta take a second and vent about how much I dislike Stede and Ed in season two.

When I watched season two for the first time, I assumed I didn't ship Gentlebeard anymore because I'd...I dunno...gotten bored of the ship or whatever. But when I went back to rewatch season one, I was immediately sucked back into the Ed/Stede jet engine. I loved them through the finale, up until around the middle of season two...at which point I became totally disinterested again.

Even going back through season one clips for this review...the chemistry is soooo strong for me. The only time I got that feeling from season two was like, from the mermaid scene and the finger-stacking scene.

And I honestly think my disinterest stems from the fact that I can't stand Ed and Stede as characters anymore. They're dicks in season one, but ANNOYING dicks in season two, and I guess I just...don't ship characters who make me want to tear my hair out.

In season two, Ed behaves like a petulant five year old with a gun. It's so "say sorry to your friend right now!" "I don't wanna! :(" followed by a stint in the time out chair and a mumbled non-apology. For all of season two, Ed behaves like a spoiled brat, and I really can't stand it.

My friend pointed out that Ed is in a position where he needs to reparent himself. His emotional development likely stopped around the time he killed his dad (when he was still a kid). No one modeled healthy behavior and emotional regulation for Ed past the age of...maybe fifteen? So of course he's gonna behave like a kid. It's gonna be a long road for Ed to learn these regulating strategies as an adult, and I guess...hhhhhh.

None of Ed's trauma excuses Ed from torturing and traumatizing his crew. It feels shitty to find a deeply traumatized character's behavior "annoying," but...I mean. I say this as someone who's experienced suicide ideation myself: Ed isn't real, and I'm not Ed's friend, and so I don't really feel obligated to extend patience and understanding to a fictional construct when that construct spends 90% of his screen time behaving like a stuck up, self-obsessed, capricious, whiny, murderous asshole.

Add season-two-Stede to the mix and CHRIST...Stede—like Ed—was always a dick, but the way he encouraged Lucius to divulge his trauma only to react with cartoonish disgust, cower like a cornered animal, and then flee while begging Lucius to be quiet...

Then Stede decides to veto the crew's decision to ban Ed—their abuser—from the ship ("talk it through as a crew" my ass)...? Oh, and gotta love how Stede-"I've been the cause of death. It changes you"-Bonnet sets a guy on fucking fire and laughs, then kills a bunch of English soldiers with nary a backward glance. Okay. Would've loved some kind of exploration re: that major heel turn, but fine. And then Ed and Stede stand over Izzy's grave—the (mutilated) body of their dear friend and crewmate—and their combined eulogy amounts to "He was tense. Very tense." "Yeah, he was a fucking nightmare. What a guy." How endearing. Season two turned these two bastards (affectionate) into bastards (derogatory) for me and I'm still salty about it. God DAMMIT.

#our flag means death salt #ofmd salt

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osiris-iii-bc · 6 months

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The thing that should not be [Terzomega One Shot]

I finally made it with a Terzo/Ghoul. What’s your opinion on POV fics? I used to write a lot of it in my past fandoms but here I see rarely this kind of fics. Thank you @van-goghs-smoking-skull for your help 🌹

Genre: slash, explicit, oral sex, sex, Terzo POV, young Terzo, sub Terzo, dom Omega, first time with Omega/a Ghoul.

Pairing: Terzo x Ghoul (Omega)

Rating: Nc17 (explicit but not properly smut)

Words: 2.943

Summary: Terzo is the 20 year old last heir of Papa Nihil and he’s definitely not having fun at his father’s birthday party. Luckily, a big Ghoul is around to save the night…

>>> Wattpad | AO3 | or down here 👇🏻

The first time we met, the big Ghoul and I, was in the hallways of the Ministry, shortly after the new summoning, but there was nothing more than a few distracted glances. I had seen him walking along with the other Ghouls, standing out for his size; their black robes covered every inch of their bodies, including their faces, making them look like nothing more than disturbing moving shadows.

The last time was a few days ago, and besides the looks, there was also the insolence of a mouth that was too big and too dirty to keep a few of their thoughts to themselves.

It had been a coincidence that I happened to be passing by just in time to hear my name, followed by a somewhat ungentlemanly "I'm surprised none of us has fucked him yet."

The reply was even less gentle, “Just give me some time and my cock will end up deep in that throat.”

It must have been a group of Ghouls, judging by the voices, but from the cloister colonnade, I couldn't see them. A few more steps, and they were all there, gathered, chatting among themselves, some smoking with the cigarette passing under their masks. It was hard to tell who had spoken, but one of them, the tallest and most recognizable of the group, had stared at me a bit too interested while still laughing at what was said, even though it was impossible to imagine his expression under the mask.

I had noted that tone, knowing it would come in handy sooner or later.

Birthday parties are all dramatically the same and all equally boring, especially when it's your father's birthday. Or at least, I'm just in a phase of chronic dissatisfaction, as Copia would say.

Suddenly, a nearby, deep and familiar voice draws me to a small sofa that I only see from the back.

"...and so you're going on tour."

There is a girl with him, but I can't understand what they're talking about. I only catch a few phrases about music, and as I drink, I move a little closer. Just out of curiosity.

"Yes, in a few weeks." I hear him say, almost disinterested.

"And is there a chance you'll take me in your suitcase?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't think you'd fit."

I almost want to laugh and clench the straw between my lips. I'd like to see the girl's face, but I only see her leave, probably after trying to hide her disappointment with all the self-control that a rejected woman can muster.

"You really know how to disappoint a woman." I say out of honesty, because I would have expected anything from him except for him to turn down someone like her.

He shrugs, not even surprised to see me there.

"If I listened to all those who flirt with me, I'd probably have little monsters scattered all over the world, which has probably already happened."

I raise an eyebrow, feeling my head a bit heavy for the few drinks I had. For now, it's still a nice feeling, but I've never been able to stop in time to leave it that way. Somehow, it's as if I need to create a balance just for the sake of destroying it with my own hands.

"I understand."

"Do you?"

I shrug, while I feel him watching my lips tighten around the straw.

I hear Sister Imperator calling me, and we both turn to her. "I think I have to go."

"You'll stay here, later?" That isn't really a question. It's an invitation, if not an order, and I quickly decide that I really like his orders tonight. "I'll make up for that incident in the cloister."

"See you later, then." I tell him as I boldly clench the straw of a now-empty cocktail between my teeth and move toward who I have always called mother.

After a night spent watching the others participate in the party, drinking and staring at the tips of my shoes as if in a catechism lesson, even the prospect of starting a conversation with Primo about his passion for succulents would seem interesting to me. Fortunately, my first brother doesn't have enough time to waste on me, so Copia approaches me, a cigarette between his lips and the rest of the pack still in his hand.

"Want something to drink?" he yells in my ear, as if the loud music gives him the right to think I've gone deaf.

"Do I look like someone who needs a drink?"

He nods convincingly. "Absolutely!"

"Then I'll go get it myself, at least it'll get me moving a bit. It's a real pain in the ass here."

"I haven’t seen you having fun lately!" He rolls his eyes before muttering something to himself, probably about what a creepy presence I am in his life. I hope that with alcohol around there's some action at least.

There isn't, or at least I don't get to know about it, as someone far more interesting than a drink blocks my way.

"Are you having fun?"

The first time we saw each other, I must have had a really strange expression. It must have been at least five years ago and it was the first time I ever saw a real demon so close, but he hasn't changed at all, and I'm almost curious to know how he sees me now. Not that I expect him to understand concepts like age and physical change.

"Yes, yes."

"Shall we find a quieter spot, what do you think?"

I don't have the clarity to say no, and with a bit of luck, maybe I won't even remember it later.

I've seen him drink continuously during the party, but he seems as clear-headed as if what he's been drinking was fresh water. Either he holds his liquor well, or he knows how to mask it. Or maybe he's not a twenty-year-old jerk who collapses like an idiot after the third glass and makes a spectacle of his worst self.

I nod with a head that's a bit too heavy, then gesture for him to lead the way, only to stop him soon after.

"Wait a moment." I tell him, and I move away, looking for Copia.

When I find him, I only whisper, "Don't look for me… I'll be back in a while." making sure no one else overhears. He looks at me as if to say 'don't mess things up' - the way I have noticed everybody has started to look at me lately, as if they were ready to bet on me causing new trouble every step I take - and then reluctantly nods. I bite my lip, and the Ghoul takes his time to scrutinize me from head to toe as I approach him again.

When I don't want to feel utterly miserable, I seek refuge in Copia's reassurance. I revert to feeling at least ten years younger, shedding the darkness that has accumulated in recent years, especially when the hassle of being the last Papa's heir began to manifest. You need to start building your reputation very early, and I'm not exactly inclined to miss the fun of my youth for something that will likely happen in twenty or thirty years from now.

In all probability, later tonight or tomorrow I'll rest my head on Copia's shoulder, having him telling me that I'm a dickhead but that's ok, that the way to equanimity is a long and hard one, and I'll believe him.

The Ghoul raises a champagne bottle toward me, then hands me a glass as we sit on the secluded couches.

"To make it up to you." he explains, filling my glass like a seasoned gentleman. There's nothing to make up for, I'd tell him if I had the necessary courage, if you want, I can blow you right here.

We spend some time with a few words and many glasses that empty too easily, my stomach flaring up unsure if for the alcohol or who knows what else.

As I drink, I dare to throw a few interested glances at him, running my eyes up and down his frame, catching any relevant detail, even if it's hard to find them in a figure so covered up like his. The rings on his fingers, the shape of his shoulders, how he tilts his head when laughing… Anything can help me understand why him. And he does the same.

He talks about what he does, the music he likes to play, and worlds I've never seen.

Maybe I'll take you there. It always seems like he's about to say. Maybe we'll just stay there. Or maybe it's just me who wants to hear it from him.

I listen to him, barely hearing his deep voice, muffled by the mask he wears, and the party becomes just a confused cloud of lights and distant voices.

The mask is a testament to his past, his condition as a demon bent to the laws of a world not his own. Esoteric symbols stand out on his uniform; I focus on one of them, Omega. I decide on the spot to call him that from now on, aware that in the absence of an identity, everyone must have given him a different name.

How important it is for us humans to name everything. Perhaps that's our problem.

Omega, a guest who can't stay in his place and also the only one who manages to distract me.

We find ourselves drinking straight from the bottle, and I understand less than half of the things he tells me, but it seems to be okay with him. However, I can feel his hands lightly touching me while talking, so discreet that it surprises me. His are distracted caresses barely hinted at, words that say without saying, and I, who speak that language, immediately think of making it clear to him.

"Let's go to the bathroom?"

And I don't know if it's me or him who says it, but the fact is I get up, and he follows me.

Once inside, I let out a deep sigh that actually has nothing of the malice it seems. My ears already relax due to the newfound silence.

"I have to say you saved me from a boring night."

"You too."

I look at him through the mirror, and he does the same, at a comfortable distance from me.

"Really? Wasn't there anything more valuable than my company?"

He shrugs, then approaches, casting a glance at the door.

"It depends on how the evening might end..." he says with a very calm tone, getting closer until he's right behind me, but he doesn't touch me.

I almost want to laugh, but I let it stay just a little smile and I leave him there to enter one of the cabins and wait.

It doesn't take long before he follows me. He tries to enter, but he holds himself against the doorframe and dares to stretch only his head.

"Is there room for me too?"

I look away, tilting my head and shrugging, leaving it up to him to find out. And he does.

Perhaps my Ghoul doesn't like to give empty words, so he strokes my neck in a way I already know, and there's no need to even apply pressure for me to slowly slide down the wall to end up on my knees in front of him, putting into practice what he has fantasized about with his friends.

Too bad that this time there are no witnesses to prove how true to his word he is.

When he takes it out, I reluctantly admit that what they say about the Ghouls is indeed true. Me, a mere human, must accept and accommodate Mother Nature's wishes.

While I admire him, an involuntary "damn" escapes me, to which he responds with an avoidable "seems so.", but I decide to smile anyway. And then I begin.

I partly watch him and partly keep my eyes closed, relishing the weary satisfaction that comes from having the power to grip a man - human or not, as they apparently work the same - just by slipping into his underwear.

At some point, he stops me, and I understand that he wants to get serious; I stand up, and he immediately seizes my hips with those huge, hot hands. I've always thought of myself as not being a good catch for a woman, let alone a man, from this perspective... I have slender hands and long fingers, which I happen to know many appreciate, but they are minuscule in comparison to his; he probably doesn't even feel my touch.

From the way he's gripping me, it really seems like my entire body can fit completely between his hands.

He turns me around with expertise, and I let him.

I have too many thoughts in my head to properly think about how to move for him. Thoughts that I really shouldn't have in a situation like this, but I also know that this thing won't empty me at all; rather, it will fill my head even more than it already is.

As I gasp against the icy wall, I feel his face in my hair and his breath on my neck, escaping the mask he still has on.

"I like it like this."

Me too, sometimes.

I want to think about what a better person I could be, but instead, I let myself get screwed in a restroom by a Ghoul without saying a word, looking at the white tiles faintly mirroring my panting face while I moan and bite on the sleeve of my habit that still covers me, but not enough to grant me a decency I never really had. He has already said enough about me, and I remained silent even then. Maybe I deserved it. Sure I do.

When he thrusts, I feel it perfectly, almost too much. I feel it so much that I open my eyes wide and gasp, scratch the wall, and stiffen in a way that must amuse him. He grins in my hair and doesn't stop. Thank you.

At this point, I don't even know if this is actually his way to make amends, or if he has forgotten it along with the tenth glass he downed and changed his plans in the meantime.

In the following minutes, there are no words, and I'm grateful for that. I don't understand where one can find the strength to talk in a moment like this, when all you feel is your skin burning with flames that are only yours, and every breath seems like it's never enough.

Then it's just a warm breath on the skin, and what seems like a caress on my hips that now belong to him. At least for a while. Then I can't help but bend over in a way he doesn't seem to appreciate, or maybe he only takes it as a chance to pull my hair and tilt my head back, almost resting it on his shoulder, before pressing my chest back against the wall.

That's how I come, with one hand around my throat and the other resting on my hip, feeling my legs tremble and losing their strength as his thrusts get faster and stronger; I slide my tongue on my lip, hungrily savoring what's left of his flavor and all I can think of is how proud Asmodeus must be of me, while I ignore all the Clergy’s advice by letting those last drops of pleasure shake me and the voice dies in my throat in that last groan, while everything seems to turn white for a couple of seconds.

He holds me, saying nothing, with his huge hand holding himself on the wall, near my head, and the other firmly on my chest, pressing my back against him, and I can't say if that's a caring gesture or he just doesn't want me to fall on his feet.

I take my pack of Marlboros from my pants, which I've just put on, covered by my cassock, with hands still trembling a bit.

"Wanna smoke?" I ask, offering him one while I already have one between my lips.

"Nah." he mutters, as he gets dressed as well, as far as pulling up the zipper of his pants can mean "getting dressed."

I lean against the wall while he takes his time to straighten every fold in his Ghoul uniform, and I have strange thoughts.

"I was thinking about where we shouldn't be."

"Oh, yeah?" he asks, not at all impressed.

"What we shouldn't have done..."

Encounters between humans and hellish creatures are not forbidden, but highly discouraged. Nobody can say what the true intentions of an entity born and raised in Hell may be, and it's always dangerous to form that kind of bond with subordinates, especially ones who don't feel feelings in the same way as humans. It is something to play with carefully.

"I only think about what we shouldn't be and we'll never be, so don't get ahead of yourself."

I shrug, also unimpressed. The cigarette is still unlit, and I don't think I'll smoke it.

"So disappointing is really your specialty." I joke, approaching him in this bathroom that now seems too big. I offer it to him, and he looks at it a bit strangely. "But keep this one." I tell him, and I like to think he's smiling under the mask. The fact is that he accepts it.

You keep it, so next time, I'll come back to get it.

And we'll smoke it together.

#the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost #young terzo #papa emeritus terzo #terzomega #omega3 #omega ghoul #copia #papa emeritus lll #bottom terzo #Dom omega

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kleftiko · 9 months

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Would you be able to write a oneshot or some headcanons for Kuroko x reader where reader is always hugging him from behind and giving him butterfly kisses and nudges while he's just standing there straight face going about his business? The episode at the pool where Momoi is shaking him back and forth cracks me up. "he's got the looks and personality of old drywall" 😭

❦ IF YOU PAY ATTENTION

cw: none, this is fluff, alcohol consumption

he’s the type of boyfriend that places his hand over the corner of a counter when you bend down for something

"tetsu-kun~" you sang. "testu-kun~"

arms wrapped around his waist, chest pressed against his back, and cheek nuzzled into his soft, blue hair. your intoxicated mumbles and cuddling were a stark contrast to your boyfriend, who sat at the bar eating his post-drinking ramen. the only indication that he knew you were there was when he raised his chopsticks to feed you some gyoza every so often.

his friends—also tipsy—stared at you. in your own little world, it didn’t seem like you even registered the fact that your boyfriend was practically ignoring you. at least, maybe it looked like that to them.

to you, the subtle movement of his arms to stabilize you when you leaned too far one way was an indication that he wanted you to keep holding onto him. the discreet pats on your thighs after you sang his name told you he was listening.

to others, he looks like drywall, disinterested and bored, but when he gives you a miso-flavoured kiss after he slurped up the rest of his soup and thanked you for keeping him company, everyone can tell how much he loves you.

now, when his friends look at you and see you spinning around your boyfriend in a welcoming hug, they notice his hand on your waist and the discreet way he moves your body to the side of the pavement, not facing the road.

he may not be giving open kisses like you are, but he does show his love.

#knb x you #knb fanfic #knb kuroko #knb x y/n #knb x reader #knb imagines #kuroko no basuke x reader #kuroko tetsuya x reader #kuroko x reader #kuroko no basket imagines #kuroko no basket x reader #knb fluff

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Chapter 4 ~ Will Cross Again

Several Months Later

The moon hung high over Gotham, casting a shadowy veil over the city. Ashe, now known as Ghost, darted through the shadows with lightning speed, their movements fluid and precise. They made their way to the most prestigious jewelry store in the city, meticulously scanning for cameras and scouting nearby alleys. A sense of excitement pulsed through them as they approached the back of the building, where several goons were stationed around the back door. Among them stood a towering man with blonde hair and a striking streak of red down the middle, his expression bored and disinterested.

“Cameras taken out. No police, no guards. All clear. Go ahead.” Ashe reported back. Flare nodded and one of the gang members proceeded to pick the lock on the door. In low tones, Ashe continued. “Boss put me in charge of this mission. Batman and the police should be dealing with some bank robberies downtown so we have some time. I want a quick in and out clean job. Go!”

With that command, the small group burst into action, rushing through the unlocked door and triggering blaring alarms. Crowbars and baseball bats crashed through glass display cases as the criminals frantically shoveled heaps of jewels into their bags. The thrill of the heist filled them as they worked urgently to gather as much loot as possible before their window of opportunity closed.

The skylight above them shattered. A figure dressed in red and green plummeted through the opening, landing with a graceful thud. "Well well, I figured you dumbass thugs would learn after a while," he taunted, standing tall amidst the debris. As the last bits of glass tinkled to the ground, his identity was revealed - it was none other than Robin. “But I guess you don’t look very smart now do you?”

A smirk played across Robin's lips as they surveyed their opponents frozen in fear. The criminals finally snapped out of their daze and began muttering amongst themselves, followed by a derisive chuckle. "No Batman? No, it's just the bird kid," one of them sneered.

Without hesitation, Ashe and Flare charged forward, their fists raised and eyes blazing with fury. In a blur of movement, Ashe darted around Robin, landing quick blows on his body with lightning speed. Meanwhile, Flare approached head-on, his hands engulfed in flames as he swung at Robin with powerful strikes. But Robin was just as agile and skilled, dodging and countering their attacks with swift movements of his bo staff.

The bo staff whizzed through the air as Robin swung it at Flare. Sparks shot from Flare’s scorching fingers as he seized the staff and brought it to a halt. He pulled the stick towards himself, causing Robin holding the other end to go flying and sliding across the ground. In an instant, Ashe flew through the room, positioning themselves behind Robin like a graceful bird of prey. Robin then swiveled around to look at Ashe and hurled a birdarang. Ashe dodged and with a running start, Ashe jumped and aimed a kick at Robin's head. Despite shielding his face with his arms, Robin felt the impact of the blow and struggled to stay on his feet.

On the ground now, Robin rolled over and defiantly spit out blood. Flare sauntered over to him, a sly smirk on his face as he lifted up Robin's own bo staff in his hands.

Flare smirked, “Lights out birdy boy.” Flare taunted, preparing to swing down the staff with all his might.

But before he could strike, Ashe shouted out in protest. With a raised palm, they summoned their telekinetic powers and ripped the staff from Flare's grip, flinging it to the ground.

Ashe straightened up and quickly sorted their thoughts, refocusing on the fight at hand. Their adrenaline pumping, they were so engrossed in the intensity of the battle that they didn't even notice the blaring sound of the jewelry store alarm still going off in the background.

Ashe's gaze shifted from Robin to Flare, a subtle command in their eyes. “Go. Get the score in the van and leave before the cops get here. I’ll finish him. He’s mine.”

Flare hesitated, his eyes flickering with uncertainty before he took a few calm steps towards Ashe. As he passed by, he issued a warning: "If you mess this up, I'll kill you Ghost." With practiced ease, Flare snatched up a bag of stolen jewelry.

"Alright, let's get out of here." He barked at the other gangsters who quickly followed his lead.

Meanwhile, Ashe walked over to Robin, their movements swift and purposeful. Grabbing Robin's shoulder, they forcefully threw him onto his back. The moonlight cast a dim and eerie glow over the chaotic scene inside the jewelry store. Kneeling on top of Robin's chest, Ashe could feel the steady rise and fall of his breath. For a moment they locked eyes through Robin's domino mask - its expressionless facade betrayed nothing. Ashe wondered if Robin could see the flurry of contradictory emotions that rushed through their own green eyes.

Ashe released a weary sigh as the sound of the thugs' fading footsteps echoed through the empty store. Taking a beat to ensure that they were truly alone, Ashe raised their fist and brought it crashing down next to Robin's head.

“What are you doing?” Robin snapped, his voice laced with anger and confusion.

Ashe quickly crawled off of him, their hands held out in a show of nonviolence. "Are you okay?" they asked cautiously.

Robin sprang to his feet in a swift, animal-like movement. His muscles tensed as he remained in a defensive crouch. “What do you care?” he spat, his voice dripping with disdain.

“I’m a thief, not the killer of Gotham’s beloved sidekick. Gotham needs good people like you. I don’t intend on taking that away.” They stood up slowly, retrieving the birdarang from where it had fallen. A long crack ran through the weapon from the force of it being thrown.

"Wow," Robin sneered sarcastically, "a criminal with a heart. How touching."

Without another word, Ashe began walking towards the door, “You’re hurt, you don’t have the strength to take me out.”

“You wanna bet?” Robin barked, his fists clenched at his sides in frustration and determination.

“I’m going to let you leave.” They continued like he hadn’t said anything. “Mind if I keep this? I like it.” they asked, holding up the birdarang with a devious glint in their eye.

A dangerous growl rumbled from Robin's throat. “I’m gonna kill you.”

Ashe stood in the doorway of the exit, a sly smirk curling at the corners of their mouth. "Maybe next time. I look forward to a rematch." With a nonchalant flick of their hand, they sauntered out into the dimly lit alleyway.

Before disappearing completely, they turned around and gave Robin one last taunting smile.

“I hope our paths will cross again, Robin.”

#dc comics #dick grayson #dick grayson x oc #jason todd #jason todd x oc #batfamily #robinsandash #chapter 4 #4

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vashtijoy · 1 year

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ohhh i really liked that fic excerpt you posted!! one thing that really caught my eye was how you described akechi having friendly connections at school (even though they're all built on lies and pretenses). i feel like that's something missing in a lot of other fanfiction on him, he probably would establish meaningless but society-approved links with other people and limit his curt attitude towards others. granted that might be more difficult once he gets into high school and establishes himself as a detective prince, since his semi-celebrity status would probably serve to make him less approachable..... but then again he could deliberately set himself as approachable despite his status? what do you think? i really enjoy all of your metas, thank you for writing and sharing <3

Thank you, anon! And YEAH, that was something I particularly noticed. In confidant 2, you can ask Akechi if he has friends:

Joker 友達がいない? Do you have no friends?

Akechi プライベートで会いたい人ってこと? puraibetto de aitai hito tte koto? As in, people I'd actively choose to see in my free time? As in, people I'd want to spend my free time with?

Akechi そういう意味なら君の言う通り、友達はあまりいないかな。 If that's what you mean, then no, I suppose I don't have many.

That's startlingly early on. It's like he's baiting Joker with this—who he's certainly observed out of the Metaverse, as well as inside it. "This guy collects people, he likes to feel needed, the sucker. So I'll let him collect me, and the rest will be easy". Oh, Akechi, if you only knew.

There's meant to be Word of God that Akechi has a very wide social circle, too—I need to be more careful about keeping track of this shit, lol. But the picture I got was that an awful lot of people think they're friends with Akechi, but he never thinks they are, and he never treats them as friends. I'm sure he has contacts pouring out of his ass, but the truth, given who and how he is, is clearly that he wouldn't want to spend time with any of those people on a bet. In the artbook, his personal trait is that he "gets distracted in conversation"—he doesn't listen to people when they talk to him, they're predictable; they bore him; he doesn't need to listen. He drifts off. The great thing about Joker, from the start, is that Joker does not bore him.

Also, don't overlook that Akechi's detective prince celebrity status is very recent. A lot of people think he's been famous for years, but actually his rise to fame overlaps with canon; his detective schtick goes on for years, but the celebrity angle seems very recent on 6/10. The interviewer even says "we brought him back because you liked him so much", and none of the PTs recognise him.

Akechi really only gets so famous because the Phantom Thieves (and Dad, of course, and let's not overlook Yaldabaoth) make him famous. Ann complains about this several times, the way he rides their coattails to fame.

As far as how Akechi behaves with e.g. his classmates at school, I think he comes and goes. He has that almost airheaded manner, sometimes, charming people, winking at them; I reckon he turns that on and off like a tap, like the way he flirts with Joker in the early confidant only to turn it off when he knows him better—when he likes him more and starts to confide in him. Overall, though, I'd tend to write his manner as disinterested—he wants to seem like a privileged high-achieving boy, not a sociopath. He wants attention, he wants people to notice him, but he doesn't want these boring nobodies clinging to him. He prefers to be alone, but he seems like a social butterfly—and of course, in high school, his "work" makes that so much easier.

If you talk to him, though, you probably go away liking him, and thinking he likes you. Could he get a date if he wanted one? Could he call people to hang out with, if he needed to? You bet your ass. He doesn't need attention from his peers in high school, though—he's getting it from Shido. He's getting recognition for his fake detective work. And his real job, his night job, alienates him further by its nature—it builds a sense in him that he's the one with power, far above the insects and sheep around him—ultimately the one in control, even as he knows he's being controlled.

tl;dr Akechi is not hurting for a social life in canon; he doesn't need or want one, and he's contemptuous of people who think that shit matters.

#asks #persona 5 #goro akechi #p5 meta

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genericpuff · 1 year

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So if you had to order them whats the biggest to smallest let downs of lo? What has potential vs just being a crap plot point?

I'm REALLY bad at ordering things from biggest to smallest/worst to best/etc. so bear with me, but my personal list from smallest letdown to biggest letdown would definitely be:

5. Hera and Hades' affair. No 'potential' here, RS just shouldn't have done it. It casts way too many fucked up implications in Hera's characterization, from how she calls Minthe "nymph trash" to how she forces her own dreams and preferences on Persephone. She's always got an opinion about Hades' relationships, which would have been fine if we consider the fact she's the Goddess of Marriage and Hades is the only unmarried King, but now that we know they were in an affair for hundreds of years, it makes her opinions look even more mean-spirited.

4. The actual romance. There's no 'romance' in LO, it's just fluffy vignettes that Rachel thinks quantifies an entire plot but the reality is, Hades and Persephone are just not interesting characters and fluff doesn't make a story. So when they're together, it makes for a very uninteresting romance, as well. At least S1 had some amount of romantic/sexual tension, there is none of that in S2 onwards because it's just Hades and Persephone playing house but never bothering to actually get to know each other. Now that they're rushing into marriage it's just... blech. I couldn't be more disinterested in the marriage of a couple that Rachel's been writing about for five fucking years. I feel nothing towards them and that's the worst crime a romance can commit because it breaks my number one rule of storytelling - don't be fucking boring.

3. The Assassination of Demeter. The fact Rachel couldn't give an ounce of respect to the original myth that her bestselling series is based on is so goddamn disgusting, honestly. It goes to show how little integrity Rachel has, that she'll appropriate and gentrify another culture's religion and myths for her own personal monetary gain. Same goes for Webtoons as a whole. She writes this Greek myth comic as if she's ashamed to be associated with it, she wants all the fame and money without any of the responsibility or discipline. Demeter deserves better.

2. The Kronos fight. Lost potential. Not only did we not need some big MCU fight between Persephone and Kronos (this isn't an action comic) but even if we did have to have one for some reason, it couldn't have been, y'know... better? Why was it treated as a big joke? Why didn't Kronos use his powers? Why did it come out of nowhere and get resolved in a single episode? Why was the extent of his attempts to harm Persephone so nerfed? Answer: because Rachel doesn't know how to write action and she didn't want her precious self-insert to get an owie. Take this as a heads up/warning: I torture my characters. So I hope you're ready for the Rekindled versions of these characters to get HURT. 1.Persephone's act of wrath. So much lost potential here to characterize Persephone in a way that could have been more empowering or otherwise interesting. This is honestly the biggest thing I'm gonna be trying to revitalize in Rekindled and, full brag, I think I'm the perfect person for this task because I've been spending well over 10 years writing characters like this.

#lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lore olympus #antiloreolympus #ama #ask me anything #anon ama #anon ask me anything

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armed-with-knitting-needles · 1 year

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DP Side Hoes Week 2023 Day 2! Wes Weston Revenge! So it looks like I'm incorporating at least some of my side hoes fics into one story. I have done zero planning so we'll see how this goes.

Ao3 Link, then full story.

Tucker stuck his head into one of the library study rooms, making sure it was empty. It was his free period and he was craving some alone time. Danny was being… clingy.

It made sense. Apparently, the observants had it out for Danny because of that weird future version of himself thing that happened during the CAT. And then Vlad was definitely interested in being the ghost king and anything where Vlad might be involved made them all jumpy. And Tucker suspected that Danny knew how uneasy the idea of having that much power was making him. So, yeah, Danny was being clingy and overprotective and Tucker needed a break from both him and the insanity of a possible kingship that none of them knew the implications of.

Besides, he felt like a walking armory with how much anti-ghost gear he had on him, so he was pretty sure he was safe. Thank God for cargo pants.

Sitting down with his PDA and tweaking the school network a bit more would be the perfect way to unwind. Maybe he could work on getting the school security cameras to loop without any fuzz. That would be a nice way to avoid the rest of his life for a bit.

Tucker saw the shadow of a body slide into the seat across from him just as he was getting into the zone, but purposefully did not look up. This was supposed to be Tucker time. The heat radiating off of it meant it wasn’t Danny and the fact that whoever it was hadn’t immediately assaulted him in some way meant it wasn’t Sam. Maybe if he just buried himself deeper in his tech they would just go away.

Tucker saw a flash of red hair in the corner of his vision. Damn. He looked up to see Wes Weston sitting across from him. Double damn. There went any hope of decompressing.

“Foley,” Weston started in that overly accusatory tone he got whenever he thought he had something on Danny, “I heard something rather interesting, yesterday.”

“I’m sure you did, Weston,” Tucker responded, attempting to bury himself back in the sweet data flow of the school intranet while quietly resigning himself to the fact his break was ruined. Wes was always hearing things that were “rather interesting”. It was one of his many character flaws. Wes Weston could take the most benign topic of conversation and turn it into the wildest of conspiracy. It was frankly impressive.

“You see, I was just minding my own business-”

Tucker rolled his eyes. Wes was never minding his own business,

“- walking out of the auditorium after your very sudden concession to Dash - I kind of hate you for that by the way - when I hear some yelling from a supply closet. Do you know what I heard?”

Tucker went very, very still and then breathed all the tension out of his body and tried to look bored. He knew Wes had already caught his slip, but it was a quick save. Project “Gaslight Weston” was still a go regardless of how little good it was doing. Maybe he could turn this into a different kind of tense. Just what did Wes overhear?

“I’m assuming you heard me arguing with Sam and Danny,” Tucker said, hoping he sounded disinterested, “They weren’t thrilled about me conceding to Dash either.”

“You see,” said Wes, leaning forward conspiratorially, “That’s what I thought, too.” A shiver ran down Tucker’s spine, “but then I decided to listen in and-”

“Hold up,” Tucker said. He needed to salvage this. He should have known better than to think that the fact the hallway was quiet meant they were alone. “You thought I was having a private argument with my friends and decided to listen in? We weren’t even out in the open. Did you just sit there with your ear pressed against the door? What the hell, man?”

Wes flushed red and Tucker got the distinct feeling that that was exactly what Wes had done. “That doesn’t matter,” Wes sputtered. And yeah, Tucker should have known better. Pointing out how creepy Wes was being never worked. “The point is, I heard you three talking with ghosts! There were definitely more than three of you in there. I heard you arguing going somewhere with them. And the door was glowing. It was creepy.”

So, he hadn’t actually heard that much, just the really loud bits. Good. “Okay. First off, you literally have no reason to think the people we were talking to were ghosts. Se-”

“Ha! But you admit you were talking with someone!” Wes grinned at him like a cat that caught the canary.

Tucker cursed himself. Talking to Wes was a mess. No matter what you said you always ended up talking yourself into a corner. And the whole situation was making Tucker feel cornered as it was. Tucker still didn’t know anything about the whole ghost king thing except he wanted nothing to do with it. Of course, once Wes got even a whiff of it, he’d latch onto it like he’d latched onto the whole Fenton/Phantom thing. Trying to get Wes to let go of anything was a losing game.

Tucker froze. He had two problems right now and he had just thought of a possible solution for both. Tucker looked under the table and smirked. It would be a nice little revenge for all the trouble Wes gave Danny. Across the table, Wes’s smile faltered.

The nice thing about the Casper High Library study rooms was they always had a couple of board games and fidget toys on little shelves under the tables. Tucker pulled out Connect Four and placed it carefully on the table.

The remains of Wes’s smug grin morphed into confusion. “Foley, what the hell?”

Tucker breathed. He needed to be careful. The rule was he couldn’t lose the throne if he was competing for something else, right? How did he get Wes to play when he wasn’t offering anything?

Tucker started setting up the game. “You have until we finish the game to ask questions.” That was how.

Wes looked flummoxed and Tucker could appreciate the feeling. This was so far out of the realm of their normal interactions. “I could just leave now,” Tucker said as he finished setting up the board.

“No, no,” Wes said, “I was just surprised, was all. We can play.” Tucker schooled his expression into indifference.

Tucker picked up a red piece and let it drop into place, paying absolutely no attention to where it landed. Clack. He waited expectantly for Wes’s first question. Wes just sat there with his piece, studying the board like it was a particularly hard math problem.

“So,” he began, still staring at the board, “Are you going to be truthful for this?”

Tucker leaned back, “New rule. You take too long to make your move. I’m leaving.”

Wes huffed, “Fine.” Clack. Clack.

“You still haven’t answered the question.”

“I’ll be as truthful as I can be without getting anyone hurt.”

Clack. Clack.

“Please, I’m not hurting anybody. I just want to expose the truth.”

Clack. Clack. Clack.

“You are literally trying to convince people my best friend is dead.”

Clack.

“Yeah, but, like that isn’t going to hurt anyone.”

Clack. Clack.

“How is that not going to hurt him? He lives with ghost hunters. You’re trying to convince them he’s a ghost.”

Clack. Clack.

“Yeah, but those are his parents. They aren’t going to hurt him.”

Clack. Clack. Clack. Clack.

“You don’t know that! You have no idea what Danny’s home life is like. As far as you know, Danny’s parents could immediately turn on him.”

Clack. Clack.

“Everybody knows that the Fenton’s love their kids. They have literally yelled it into a megaphone.”

Clack.

“And everybody also knows Jack Fenton wants to tear the ghost boy apart molecule by molecule.”

Clack. Clack. Clack.

“Leaving that aside,” Tucker continued before Wes could butt in, “Danny’s parents aren’t the only ghost hunters out there.” Clack. Clack. “Think about what the guys in white could do to him.”

Clack. Clack.

“Look, I’m not trying to hurt him-”

“It doesn’t matter if you’re trying to hurt him or not. The fact is, you could get him killed.”

Clack. Clack.

“He’s already dead! He can’t die again!”

Clack.

“Even if that were true, -” Clack. Clack. “- and it’s not, -” Clack. Clack. Clack. “- you have no idea how much danger you’re putting him in.”

Clack.

“Why can’t you just-”

“Argh! How did you win!?” Wes yelled. Tucker jumped a little in his seat and stared at the board. Sure enough, there were four red spaces diagonally in a row on the board. That was not what was supposed to happen. “Grah! This was supposed to be a draw! I didn’t even get to ask any questions. You tricked me!”

Tucker blinked. What? “What do you mean I tricked you? You were supposed to win! I wasn’t even trying!”

Wes narrowed his eyes. “Why would you be trying to lose? I know you were trying to end the game as quickly as possible. And you got me distracted by all that ‘I’ll be as truthful as I can without getting anyone hurt’ nonsense. You were totally trying to trick me!”

Tucker could feel another Wes induced headache coming on. Why did he ever think this was a good idea? “What could I possibly gain from this? I was doing you a favor!”

Wes’s eyes narrowed further and Tucker felt his stomach drop a little. “No, there’s something you’re trying to hide. You’re just trying to throw me off your trail. And it all has to do with the ghosts you were talking to in the closet.”

Yeah, no. Tucker was done with this. Yeah, they’d be dealing with Wes being extra stalkerish for the next two weeks, but Tucker was not dealing with this situation anymore.

The chair made a scratching sound against the carpet as he stood up and slung on his backpack.

Wes looked at him wide eyed for a second before barking, “And just where do you think you’re going?” Tucker got the distinct feeling Wes was repeating something said to him frequently, probably by a parent.

“I said you had until we finished the game. The game is finished, ergo I’m leaving.”

With that he walked out the door of the study room and turned right directly into an Observant. The Observant looked unimpressed as Tucker attempted to calm his frantically beating heart.

The Observant gave the closed door to the study room a disgusted look. It was more than a little impressive that a being whose head consisted of a single eyeball could do that. “You wanted to make him the king of all ghosts?” they asked and Tucker could feel the distaste.

Tucker sighed. “Yeah,” he admitted as he dug around in his pockets for the Fenton Thermos, “That probably wasn’t my best move.”

“I should say-”

Tucker uncapped the thermos and slammed it down on the Observant’s eyeball. The surprise was enough to force the ghost in. It was lucky. Tucker did not want to be seen fighting a ghost in the school library, especially not right after his confrontation with Wes.

He sighed as he texted the group chat, “1 O in thermos, +1 to the Wes headache counter,” and then put his phone back in his pocket. Danny was going to be super clingy, Tucker might as well get some space while he could.

#dp side hoes week 2023 #danny phantom #tucker foley #wes weston #ghost king au

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hxdrostorms · 3 months

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@eternalstarlights has sent: 🌸 = my roleplay petpeeve, 🌵 = a disliked canon character in my fandom,💐 = my favorite part about the fandom, 🌿 = my least favorite part about the fandom

Send me a symbol and I will tell you… [Accepting]

🌸 = my roleplay petpeeve

// Bc this has been happening across several blogs, not just here:

Reblog karma: If you have no plans of sending something back, then the least you should do is reblog them, from the source or look elsewhere in the posts' notes to reblog from.

I'm constantly going back in my prompts tag to delete old reblogs. BUT THERE ARE STILL, complete strangers who dig through it and reblog it from me. Like?????????? That has the same effect as a 'fuck you' in my DMs. It's 10x funnier, if it is one of those blogs with a long ass pinned/rules page. And they still had no qualms in doing this shit. It's not quirky, let me tell you that much.

Notice, I'm not complaining about not receiving asks whenever I reblog something. That's not an issue for me (mutuals/rp partners should only send stuff, when they genuinely feel like doing so, without any obligations). All I'm asking is to not make me feel like, I'm just a RP memes archive type of blog, that's only there to provide writing prompts & nothing else. I may not be the most active RPer, but none of my blogs are abandoned.

This has been a long running peeve I've been having to deal with, for YEARS. And it made a resurface as of lately.

🌵 = a disliked canon character in my fandom

// Hades & his spectres/Judges are overrated as fuck IMO LOL I say as a clown, bc I'm a classic golds dweeb fan. Clearly, I'm not in a position to say what is or isn't overrated.

Jokes aside. It may have been a result of the way I tried watching the classic series (by binge watching the entire thing). BUT when I got to the Hades arc, I got SO mad when I realized they brought back those drawn out battles. Like those were my least enjoyed bits of the early parts of the anime and the Sanctuary arc, meanwhile the Poseidon arc didn't have any of that (which is why I rate the Poseidon arc as my favorite one of the anime adaptation. 15 episodes with NO filler??? HELL YEAH.).

You can say I was already pretty burned, and should have slowed down with the final part of the series. But even then, I don't think that would have changed a thing about my general disinterest towards Hades' servants. Visually speaking to me, they are the messiest and most boring looking characters from the classic series (they only ever wear 1 color and look way too much like a toy, than some form of proper armor).

Rhadama.nthys is the biggest bitch in the club, to me he was the most insufferable. "He is the strongest*tm of all judges." *= only when Hades is straight up cheating and the story feels like unnecessarily drag things out. Reminder that Kanon killed him without any cloth equipped, and he went out the way HE chose to. He literally didn't even have to TRY.

My favorite part of the Hades arc was seeing Kanon wipe the floor, with everyone he crossed paths with. This feels 10x more satisfying, after reading the Destiny & Origins extra chapters.

💐 = my favorite part about the fandom

// I truly mean when I say, this is the chillest community I've been in a long time. Case in point: I haven't felt THIS artiscally inspired in YEARS. I've been doing so many works, I'm literally running an event in the main fandom. I've been brimming with inspiration to do so many things, that goes beyond the RPing aspect. And it has improved my general mental health SO much!

I'm forever thankful for getting into Sts LOL

🌿 = my least favorite part about the fandom

// If you exclusively speak English, you will suffer to find anything or anyone else from this fandom. Which isn't a problem for me at all but, I can see how frustrating or sad it must feel like, you can't get into a community due to a language barrier.

And the community itself isn't exactly the friendliest one towards gringos. Which I mean............ You can't blame us for feeling defensive, when literally every other fandom went down to shit, when things became very American-centered.

Not to start the whole Anti vs proship debate. BUT It is a fact that all antis (ppl who want to be cops/have no qualms with harrassing or policing others/etc.) I've come across are an American, who's way too enthralled in their lil bubble they call world. Then they have a breakdown bc as it turns out, the rest of the world isn't AT ALL like them. And there's genuine pushback/retaliation from the community, against these kinds of whiny bitchass mfers LOL.

Obviously, this doesn't mean the fandom is perfect nor it's an Utopia, where there isn't drama at all. BUT when compared to others, it feels a lot tamer in comparison. Unfortunately, it comes at the cost of coming off as a very closed off fandom, that's centered around overseas things for a change.

#ooc /#would you like some salt in your tea?#thank you for the ask!#eternalstarlights

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crippledgoddess · 5 months

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is garcon etoile abandoned or what happened??

Okokok, here we go

Yes and no. I will pick up back up eventually, in fact I already have all of Lily’s part written and some of James' but when I tell you I physically cannot write jegulus… it’s v bad, I cannot do it right now, you wouldn’t want me writing it anyways, it’d be obvious idgaf about their parts. Things easily get ruined for me and yeah, people ruined them for me. Can’t write them how I’d like without getting bitched at so I’ve grown to despise them almost. They give me nothing anymore. I can’t make something out of nothing, they are so goddamn boring to me now.

If their fans chill the fuck out in the near future then who knows, im very capable of switching up fast. One day i loved them and then a week later just seeing that ship name pissed me off 💀 I despise that fic rn which is v sad, it literally has everything I love, nothing has ever been more catered to me, but the comments I see boil my blood and I genuinely grew to hate it. I cannot deal with this fandom’s shit… you’re not gonna hurt my feelings, you’re just gonna piss me off to the point of total disinterest or blind hatred :)

None of this applies to pandalily btw, I loved writing their next scenes + currently writing them a deranged one shot. Calling lily a bitch in my comment section is actually a huge compliment <33 could never make me hate them

#selene is oversharing #if we’re mutuals. i prob love ur jegulus so this doesn’t apply to u either

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blackjackkent · 5 months

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OK. So, obviously that was a pretty upsetting experience for Hector, but it does finish up (as near as I can tell) everything we can do on the main floor of Moonrise Towers, so it's time to go upstairs and see what Z'rell wants to talk to us about.

This is a bit nervewracking because we overheard some of the Absolute guards talking about how Z'rell has been summoning a lot of True Souls up to her office lately, and none of them have come back down. So there's reason to believe this might be a dangerous prospect.

(Amusingly - mechanically, Hector still has a dislocated shoulder; from a story perspective I assumed Shadowheart probably healed it up already but I can't figure out how to make it go away in-game without a long rest so it's just kind of there for right now.)

Going upstairs, we find Z'rell setting guards around the door to the roof, where apparently General Thorm is doing some meditative shit or other.

"Excellent timing, True Soul."

She meets Hector's gaze with a casual smirk. There's an air of cool violence about her that is quite unsettling; even more than many of the cultists here, she seems as if she would be happy to lash out at him given half a chance.

"The goblins," she goes on eagerly. "Tell me how they suffered - or better yet, show me."

Narrator: Her mind enters yours abruptly, flickering across your memories in a blaze of excitement. She sees the goblins walking free, and a burning rage fans across your mind like wildfire.

Inwardly, Hector braces himself. He knew this was coming. The prisoners he released - he'll have to account for them somehow. He somehow didn't fully expect, though, quite the extent to which Z'rell's expression has hardened with pure fury at being denied the moment of sadism.

"Explain yourself!" she snaps.

Hector is very tired and really not in the mood to deal with someone who takes pleasure in others' pain to that degree - but the cover must be maintained. So with an effort of will, he remains perfectly still and resists the urge to fidget under her stare. [PERSUASION] "They won't get far," he says, affecting an air of casual disinterest. "Let the curse take them, and save us the job of cleaning up their innards."

A pause. The disciple sneers. "Very pragmatic. But very boring."

Hector starts to relax, seeing that his story has been accepted, but the ordeal is not yet over. "Let's see if there's *anything* interesting in that brain of yours."

Before Hector can fully register what she means, she is inside his mind.

Narrator: She parts the folds of your mind again, touching your wants and hopes. Tasting them. Every emotion soaks into her mind's palate, but there is purpose to her exploration - she is searching for proof of your faith.

Hector shudders at the feeling of her slipping through his thoughts. It's a tremendous violation that these people do so casually, but he cannot show his distaste without giving away the flimsy disguise that is all that keeps them safe here.

And proof of his faith...she will find plenty of proof there, but not the faith she wants. If she is allowed to explore too long, she will find his faith in Selune, as bright as the moonlight that still exists somewhere beyond this dark and awful place.

Focus. Show her only what you want her to see.

[MONK] Empty your mind. Show her a perfect, harmonious soul.

No sign of Selune within him. But not quite deception - no sign of the Absolute either. Balance. Serenity. Peace.

"When you are in harmony, you need fear nothing at all," one of the other monks told him once, early in his training. "For then your path will be unburdened by those who would see you unbalanced."

Narrator: You feel her grasp within your thoughts for familiar, roiling zealotry. It finds no purchase.

Z'rell blinks, drawing back; he feels her grip withdraw from within his mind and allows himself to tremble inwardly with relief. He feels dirty, marred by this contact, and wishes he could express the disgust that he feels.

"Simply...void," she murmurs, and she sounds legitimately perplexed, the sadistic glee for a moment gone in favor of simple confusion. "Why would you not embrace her? Worship her?"

A pause, and then she goes on, with renewed energy, "I have already been blessed to stand in Her presence. It was bliss." She stabs a finger towards his chest. "She gave me *everything* I wanted."

It's almost accusing, the way she looks at him. The calm and serenity that he showed her was not enough. She wants to see him caught in the web and does not understand the purpose of resistance.

"Everything?" Hector asks carefully. "What exactly do you want?" All the better to keep the conversation off of him and on her as much as possible - both for information and to avoid those questing fingers through his mind again.

Her eyes brighten with eager, hungry zealotry. "To take without asking, to feel without doubting, and to kill without consequence. In a word - freedom."

Hector swallows uncomfortably. He had expected at least a veneer of some more palatable assertion - unity or something like that. Not this unbridled cruelty without measure, completely unmasked.

"That's a little abstract," he says vaguely, trying to maintain his sense of calm with a little more effort now. "Show me something real."

Her eyes light as if she has never received a happier request.

"Oh, why not? What's the point in power if you don't get to have a little fun every now and again?" There is a brief moment in which Hector has time to realize that he made a grave mistake by phrasing his comment the way he did. Then she claps her hands together and a flash of light flickers between them.

"She gave me the power to cut the thread of life with a thought..." she murmurs, rapturous - and without warning, without even a sound, the ogre standing behind her throws her head back...and dies, blood spurting from every orifice of her face.

Hector stares down at the corpse, then back up at Z'rell wordlessly. He hopes his stunned silence will be taken for awe, rather than the fact that he is feeling suddenly sick to his stomach.

Thorm invulnerable. This woman killing with a snap of her fingers. How do we fight a force like this? How is it possible?

To his muted relief, Z'rell smiles.

"But I can caress as well as cut," she murmurs with a horrible sort of sweetness. "That's why you should stay on my good side." She reaches out, taps a clawed finger against his cheek. "And the best way to do that is to serve General Thorm. I have a mission for you."

All Hector wants to do is run from the room and never see this woman, or Thorm, or any of these people ever again. But that choice is not on the table. He focuses for a moment on Karlach's presence at his side, his other companions behind him. The dream guardian whispers in his mind, "That's it - play along. The closer you can get to the General, the closer you'll be to the answers you seek."

Calm. Find the center, two beats to the breath. He inhales slowly, lets it out heavily. "I live to serve," he says evenly. "What do I need to do?"

"There is a relic that General Thorm requires," Z'rell says briskly, all business now. "He sent his most trusted advisor, Disciple Balthazar, to retrieve it. The relic is beneath the Thorm family mausoleum. That is where you will find Balthazar. But we have lost contact with him - go there, aid Balthazar if you can, and bring the relic home."

Ah. He feels on slightly firmer ground now; they know of Balthazar already - and, in fact, already agreed to help him. "What exactly was this relic he was sent to retrieve?" Hector asks curiously, hoping to draw from her some of the answers he was not able to get from the necromancer.

"It is something that General Thorm desires, and that he ordered us to retrieve," she says curtly. "That is all you need know."

Narrator: [INSIGHT] She's suddenly nervous - on edge. Talking about the relic makes her anxious.

Hector hesitates - then presses. There will never be a better time than this to ask. [PERSUASION] "Talking of this relic makes you anxious," he says carefully. "Why is that?"

She too hesitates - and when she speaks again it is with more sincerity than he has seen from her thus far. "I am in awe of the power the relic must hold to be of such importance," she admits. "General Thorm will not leave Moonrise without it."

Hector senses a stir of unease through his companions. He shares it. What lies unsaid in Z'rell's words is that when the relic is found, Thorm will have no reason to stay at Moonrise. And the only possible reason for that...is that he will be ready to move on Baldur's Gate.

"I already met Balthazar," Hector says.

Her eyes flash. "Then he must have failed to make the urgency of his mission clear. I do not want to see you again until the relic is secure at Moonrise."

Well, thinks Hector, I don't want to see you again ever, so we're at least agreed on that.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #whoo boy these are some unpleasant people #can't wait until we get to smack them dramatically somehow

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