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you were sat at your desk, fucking mountains of paperwork piled up in front of you with a pencil in your hand… for the fourth time in a row. high amounts of stress were doing you wonders! like wacky sleep schedules, mood swings, and- shit you forgot about that missing assignment again.
your f/o noticed.
as if right on cue, they walk into the room and immediately notice how stressed out you seemed. they sigh, walk over to you and hug you from behind, which startled you at first… but then you felt the warmth of their arms wrapped around your waist and their chin resting on your shoulder. you softly chuckled.
“what’s this about, honey?” you asked, being unintentionally reminded of your tired ass voice.
“what do you think it’s about? you’re stressed, and i care about you. therefore, i must comfort you.” your f/o declared, a smug smile on their face.
you chuckled once more. “well, don’t keep me from working. i gotta-“
that’s when they swept you off your feet and walked you to bed. “no. at least take a break. i’ll get you anything you need; snacks, drinks, sleep,” they chuckled, “just know that you’re safe with me, ‘kay? and later, i could help you with your work if you want.”
“…thanks. i love you, f/o.”
“i love you too, y/n.”
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“What part of ‘I want you, and only you’ do you not understand?” neri/raphael?
Hiiiiiiiii I give up editing this but thank you so much i spent way too much time on this insane fic but wow was it fun to write ily
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Neri stares up at the stars, disturbed by thoughts of recent discoveries, her ever nearing doom, dreams of the life she could’ve had had she not found herself on the Nautiloid. Now there’s a parasite in her head, she’s missing an eye, and she’s cursed to see this adventure through to the end.
Her brows furrow as she sits up, runs her fingers through her hair and sighs deeply. She needs to clear her head, alone, despite the dangers of Orin’s assassins, the Absolute, and the prying eyes of the Steel Watch. Without waking her sleeping companions, Neri pulls her cloak over her head and slips out of the camp.
Baldur’s Gate is lively and yet, quiet all the same. Rats scour the streets with reckless abandon and the wind blows between the buildings, creating a haunting melody. However, every inch and alleyway was devoid of citizens and she felt relief from the emptiness.
Except, she wasn’t alone.
“Excuse me, Miss.”
Neri has her dagger at the ready as she turns, glaring at the man who dared to sneak up on her.
“I mean you no harm.” He steps forward as if he wished to whisper a secret. “I bring you a message.”
She brandishes her dagger and the moonlight reflects off the blade, shining across the man’s features. “Not a step closer or I’ll slit your throat. What is your message?”
He reveals a letter from his cloak and shakily holds it out to her. “Just that I was to deliver this to you.”
Neri eyes the letter carefully and the crimson red seal that held it closed. She snatches the letter away and glares at the man to leave and that, he fearfully does. Her finger traces over the imprinted ‘R’ in the wax and her heart flutters for a moment.
Black ink stains the page in the corner as if the jar had been spilled but her eyes trail over the delicate words written neatly on the page.
“My Dear Neri,
My mind has become plagued by the vision of you and it’s been a constant torment. Should you need a bit of reprieve or care to release me of my agony, I will be waiting for you in the Devil’s Den.
Eternally yours,
R.”
The Devil’s Den. She’d only the faintest idea what that could mean- in her nervousness of following Sorn and Nym to their chambers did her eye catch the plaque outside a room. Neri thought nothing of it at the time, but she should have known with all the talk of his visits.
Her mouth twitches as she shoves the letter into her pouch. She hadn’t had any intention to visit with a devil so late into the night, yet her curiosity was leading her towards Wyrm's Crossing. There was no denying that she thought of him often; his lingering stares and flirtatious words. They way he spoke as if they were the only two in the room, his attention solely focused on her.
It felt like a trance took a hold of her and with a blink she found herself outside Sharess’ Caress. Neri walks through the doors, hand grazing over the banister as she takes each step up the stairs. Everything passes by in a blur - the drunken fools, some awake and some fallen over in a stupor - and the lovestruck patrons getting their fill.
The door to his room was cold to the touch when she pushed it open, but a wave of heat washed over her as she stepped in, glancing at the bed before turning her gaze to the large bath, where the water practically boiled and steam rose from the surface.
“My, my. I almost thought you wouldn’t show.” Raphael appears at the top of the steps leading to the bed. He holds a closed book in his hand and she follows the movement as he sets it down. “I’m positively delighted that you did.”
A shiver runs down her spine when she closes the door, the metal against her back cools her burning skin. “What was the purpose of asking me here, Raphael?”
His footsteps against the steps echo in her ears, his low laughter seeming distant and lost. However, the instant his hands grab her waist and pull her in, the world rushes back to her. He is warm and his scent is sweet and a sense of calm eases her nerves. There’s a hunger in his gaze like a beast ready to take his prey, but he’s holding back.
“You know why you are here, sweet girl. The same reason I spent my days locked inside this room, wanting and waiting. I’ve been patient, my love, but no more.” Raphael holds her chin up and his lips linger at the corner of her mouth. “What part of ‘I want you, and only you’ do you not understand?”
Something in Neri stirs, different from the heat filling her body or the erratic beating of her heart. She can’t be so quick to let her guard down around him just because he said some pretty words. The man was still a devil.
“I’m not here to play games.” She pushes him away and steps around him. “You can not trick me into thinking that you love me for whatever scheme you have brewing.”
His eyes light up with something mischievous and dangerous. “Love? You mistake me, my dear. It is not love, it's an abhorrent desire. A lust that can only be sated if you allow me the pleasure. Believe me, I never thought I’d feel this way for you, but you impress me; thrill me; unravel me to my core. I feel as if you’ve cursed me to live out my days in agony, longing to feast on your body and soul.
You’re a wretched creature to believe such foolishness. I would burn this city ten times over just to unburden myself of this filthy feeling. I dream of only you and beg for only you. It’s unseemly.”
Neri spins around to stare at him, a lightness in her chest sparks pain where it should feel joy. “Do you not know that is love?”
Raphael frowns as his glossy gaze darkens. “Watch your tongue.”
A laugh escapes her, humorless and short. “Clearly, you do not. Love is wanting to give someone the world, the universe even. To lose all reason and thought. To feel as though you would die should they not be by your side - in your embrace.” She steps closer to him, her palm against his cheek,. “To bring destruction and death if it meant no harm would come to them. To agonize over their very existence.”
“Yes!” He breathes out spitefully, melting into her touch, as if her touch alone had the power to bring him to his knees. “I would bring this world to ruin if you asked it of me. If you must call it love to give yourself to me, then so be it.”
Raphael lifts her by the waist, bringing her body to his and she steadies herself by wrapping her legs around him and gripping his shoulders. He carries her with ease to the bed, sitting down with her on his lap. His skin burns like the fires of Hell, but she’s sure hers does too.
He presses his lips to the palm of her hand, brown eyes gazing at her. “Tell me. Do you not want the same?”
How could she possibly say no? In all her life, she has never felt so much devastation and ecstasy in the presence of anyone. He makes her skin crawl- not of disgust but of delight. She never cared about power, but she does wish to live lavishly and comfortably, as she did before. “Truly, I do.”
“If you will be mine, I will give you all that you desire. You will have no need for anything else this world has to offer.”
Neri combs her fingers through his hair carefully, searching his eyes for the doubt in his words. There is none. A deal he’ll make only once - be bound to him eternally and only him. He asks nothing of her but her sheer devotion and unwavering loyalty. A love that could never be broken, even by death.
She kisses him deeply, to which he responds in kind. His hands firmly hold her against him as he falls onto his back, grinning devilishly against her lips. The temptation to be devoured by him filled her body, to mold together so they are one divine being.
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So This Makes a [Preview For a] SIXTH SIGNALIS Fic, Do I Hear Seven?!
of course it would be fic number 6 where i give elster a third leg
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Look up "insatiable" in a dictionary and you'll find a picture of Scout Officer Ariane Yeong and LSTR-512 engaged in such debauchery it'll make your toes curl.
Their first time had smashed to pieces a dam holding back all desires and thus unleashed a flood, sweeping them away in the currents where they ride the waves – and each other – to a wonderful world of sex. Like with kissing it starts out awkward and clumsy, but practice makes for more refined experiences each time; learning what they like and don't like, what makes their backs arch and legs quiver. They won't learn everything about lovemaking or even master it for a long time, but they're more than happy to just crash into each other when lust takes hold.
Elster hadn't thought it possible for Ariane to become even more beautiful, but sometimes she likes being proven wrong, especially when the love of her life practically dances around the ship with a song on her lips, glowing from a night of passion and her gorgeous red eyes having a faraway look as if she'd witnessed the gates to heaven. The Leng-born beauty may look angelic, but the thoughts brewing in her head and desires bubbling away in her body are burning like a written sin.
As willing as she is to turn Penrose-512 into a den of vice and claim Ariane on any and all flat surfaces available, Elster worries about her self-control. She tries to get work done and be responsible alongside her newfound duties as a lover, bless her heart she does, but she's concerned with how easy it is to ignore her work in favor of screwing with Ariane. Worries that favoring Ariane will neglect the ship, or that favoring the ship will neglect Ariane. Hell, right now – she's working on switching out some lights but all she's doing is looking at her hands and imagining her fingers wrapped in Ariane's warmth, exploring her inner depths, curling her digits in the way that makes her sing...
Elster has to ask herself, Is this normal? And her Self answers, which she can't imagine is normal for anyone. While not an expert on the subject, she's fairly certain that talking to yourself is symptomatic of insanity, and she's definitely insane for Ariane.
It's perfectly normal.
But all I'm thinking about is sex. All I want to do is have sex.
Welcome to puberty, kid. Be glad you don't have to deal with menstrual cramps.
Elster shudders at the idea, having helped Ariane deal with plenty of those already. Sometimes being a Replika has its perks.
If it makes you feel any better, I was the same way.
It... does, actually. It makes sense.
You're young and in love. Things will cool off after a while, but you won't get sick of it.
Any tips for focusing on getting work done without distracting myself?
Think of math. Never liked math. Fuckin' witchcraft.
Elster chuffs. But it's working; she has an easier time getting this chore done without letting her mind wander. At the same time, however...
I'm pretty sure you're a sign of my persona degradation.
Is that what we're calling it now?
What else would talking to what is clearly a personification of my Gestalt memories be called?
Using a spirit board to contact your ancestors.
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