lyopichiisai

[lyopichiisai]

WIP - I've played BG3 4 times now and fr this is my favorite Tav/Durge, Agnis Coleth. Dragon lineage sorcerer. I love how passive agressive Gale was to her in regards of magic, my headcanon is that she loves studying in waterdeep just to mess with Gale, she is already touched by the weave but she just likes to win and be competitive and Gale just loves to see her on the academy, actually making an effort considering her talent. I love imagining him saying something like "Well casted spell ms. Dekarios, if a drunken kobold was your reference, I mean". As if the time spent with Astarion seeps into his ironic regards. And she just answers "I didn't hear you from up here, mr. Dekarios, flying and all."

I love them so much :D

[lyopichiisai]

As the Iron Heart

ch1 here- https://www.tumblr.com/lyopichiisai/747278373550751744/as-the-iron-heart

Hey, these chapters will be all over the place, 'cause there is kind of a lot of Aida's subtle content during our DnD campaign. But we shall see bits and pieces of it.

Content: smut and a bit of fluff - p.i.v, fingers, oral (fem receiving), fluff first time, trauma memories, some backstory for context

Ch. 2 - Us?

"Are you sure?" Joy was holding Aida close, wrapping one arm around her waist while his hand caresses her jaw. His hand was large against her face.

A lot has happened since the scar. A couple months after her wound healed, during a patrol, Aida found a small boarlet. It was wounded, laying down next to dead boar, probably its mother. The piglet would cry out in pain and fear. Seeing it like that shook Aida's heart. She knew way too well what loosing was, and she saw herself on that defenseless and vulnerable little boar. With her ranger connection to nature and to the beasts that live within it, she came close to the little creature, showing her hands up as a sign of peace. The little piglet looked up, its eyes met hers and it understood she meant no harm. He looked back at its mother, maybe the stranger could help.

Aida got closer, inspecting the body. It was long gone. She couldn't peform a ressurecting spell, she was not a cleric. But she could aid the little one. Elven words were spoken and she touched the piglets wound, as it closes, she could feel it getting aggited with the sudden healing, it regained some energy.

"I can't do anything about her, little one" she said hesitant, she really wanted to see it happy. She breath out a frustrated sigh. " But I can help you out, I will never be her, but I can keep you safe and fed."

It understood every word, it didn't speak, but Aida's connection to the woods made it so her words and intentions were translated to beasts. It looked sad, but the little one understood that it was an easy prey if it stayed there.

It walked closer to Aida, bumping its nose to her leg as a sign of "lead the way". She walked side by side with it, noticing it looking back to its late mother a couple of times before not looking back anymore.

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"What is its name?" Dhalia questioned while Joy was caressing the boarlet's back. The big half-orc would not stop giggling from how cute it was.

Dhalia was a dragonborn, 6.2ft tall, pink scales and rounded horns on her head. Her hair was up on a losen pigtail, darker shade of pink than her skin. She had her hands on her hips waiting for Aida's response.

"I don't know, thought of calling it just Boar." Aida said with arms crossed on her chest. "Naming a creature I'm not sure will adapt is kinda-"

"I'd call it feroucious" Joy said, taking the little piglet on his arms and resting it like a baby. "Aren't you, little baby boy, you are so cute, look at yooou" the boar was making noises that Aida and Joy undestood as laughter. The half-orc kept tickleling its belly.

"Well, it followed you all the way from the south river to here, it cleary isn't afraid of humanoids." Dhalia got close to look at the little boar. "You fed it, now its yours, animals are simple beings, Aida"

Joy let go of the boarlet. "He'll be fine with you, look at him!"

As soon as the boar was let loose, he went to Aida and sat by her side. Looking up to her, as if waiting for her attention.

"Well..." she sighed. "You need a home and I'll gladly share mine with you, baby boy." She kneeled down and gave it a little scratch on the ear. "Ribs*."

"You'll call it a... food?" Dhalia looked puzzled.

"Why not?" She laughs a little. "It's just a little joke. He loves it".

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It's been 5 years since her wounds. 6 years since she lost her daughter. 8 since she lost her husband.

Falling in love was new to her.

Joy made a deal with an important dwarven family, they would stay at Ick Mak as blacksmiths and shopkeepers. Something Marshall and him worked over the years, but Joy was forced to finish the deal alone since Marshall was dead.

Aida and Dhalia knew Marshall just ran away because they were the ones giving him a chance to. He had become a werewolf and was a threat to the village he passed the last 12 years protecting and caring for. They could not kill him, but they could order him to leave. After a fight with a marked creature, he revealed his curse. Aida was scared of him, and it broke his heart. The patrol was made by him, Aida, Dhalia, Josefh, Tuli and Qirina.

Josefh was a well known drunk from the tavern, the best of gambling and drinking games. Tuli was a young halfling on his teen years, Marshall's apprentice, since the boy lost his parents. Qirina was Dhalia's only daugther, best friend of Brie, Aida's late child.

They had to keep Marshall away, Tuli didn't agree with it. Aida wrapped Marshall's hands with tight ropes so he wound not hurt them while they camp, he looked sad and almost disappointed.

Aida sat next to him, holding her knees and looking up to the stars. "Fuck, Marshall, why would you.."

"It was werewolf or a flagellated. What did you expected me to choose?" He was not mad at her, but at his fate.

"I wish we didn't have to part ways like this." A lump forms on her throat. It hurts saying goodbye, but is better than not saying it.

Her eyelids grow tired suddenly. She knew it was not tired, she was the lookout for the night. Her head fell to the side, Marshall holding it delicately, leading it gently to the floor. She was sure he was restrained, but he just kisses her forehead.

"I'm sorry, Aida" he whispers.

Darkness takes over before she can do anything, before a protest, before a hug, before a farewell. She was there again, in this cursed position of not saying how much she was glad to have someone before they parted ways. She could not say goodbye. And it hurts all over again. First her lover, then her daughter and now her best friend.

"Mar...sh...all" her words fell on deaf ears. He got up, gather his belongings and dissapear with the night.

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"I want this" she whispers, her lips closer to Joy's.

After the Dwarfs annouced their stay in Ick Mak, Aida felt so proud of Joy, while his tears streamed down earlier that day, Aida kissed him. A deep, almost passionate kiss of pure pride. It was out of nowhere and Joy could only reciprocate with cry hicupps and flushed cheeks.

"You did it, you handsome bastard, you did it!" She screamed in excitment.

"She wasn't paid to do this, Tuli." Qirina got lower to whisper to the halfling.

"Oh, wow, for real" Tuli answered surprised.

As evening fell on Ick Mak, the Sleeping Oak tavern was full, a celebration took place welcoming the new residents. Drinks go by and Aida is herself again, outgoing, charismatic, just herself. Joy keeps his arm around her sholder, laughing laoudly to every joke she through out. The tavern was full of laughter.

Aida gets closer to Dhalia, she smells alcohol on Aida's breath. "My favorite dragonborn of this town, can you be the sweetest little Applepie and lend me a room?" Aida is not subtle at all with her intentions.

"For two?" Dhalia raises an eyebrow. A cocky smile takes her lips.

"Yeah, some alone time for two" she answers with no filters. Joy looks a little embarrased behind Aida.

Dhalia hands her the key, not before giving a little wink to the half-orc. She silently moves her mouth, as of saying 'good luck' to him. He pretends to not know what is about to happen and takes another sip of beer.

Aida goes up the stairs, going to the second room on the left. Her head is spining, but she knows she is sober enough to understand her doings. She start to unbuckle her belt, opens her shirt to show more of clevege. She blushes with the idea of flirting for real, not just as a joke.

"The fuck am I suppose to..." her mumbling to herself is interrupted as the large half orc enters.

He closes the door behind him, looking at her. Aida skin glows with the moonlight and the dim candle lighting the room. She was beautiful in his eyes. He was in love for the past years. He saw every arc of her life, through everything she had suffer, he wanted to be at her side, it didn't matter if it was as a lover or as a friend. He just wanted to help her.

She let the string on her shirt loosen and show more of her breasts. They were hidden by a thin layer of fabric. He was hipnotyzed. Untyng her ponytail, she got up, walking towards him, her hands rested on his chest, he hold his breath and let her control this situation. Her dark wavy hair fell on her shoulders, eyes requesting a kiss. He lowered his head so their lips could meet. It was a gentle kiss, he didn't want his desire to overstep her boudaries. As his hand rested on her jaw, he asked if she was alright. Did she really wanted him?

"I want you with me, Joy" his name sounded so sweet on her lips. "I want you to-"

He kissed her more needy. His thusks pressed on her lips while her hand pulled his face closer. He slides his hands to her thigh, getting her up against his body. Her legs wrap around his waist, the kiss remains uniterrupted. He gently lays her the bed, she can feel the heat from her core.

He takes off his shirt, revealing how buff he actually is. She knew he was strong due to his orc lineage but, by the gods, he was hot. He holds her waist and their lips meet once more, opening for their tongues to dance around. She moans as she feels the friction between their bodies touch her wet folds. His fingers slides down her stomach, going under her trousers, touching her cunt so slightly. Her wetness shows him how willing she is for this. His finger circles her throbbing clit, massaging it as she moans. She bites her lower lip, as to not be so noisy.

"You look divine like this." Joy didn't look embarrassed anymore, as if the alcohol and arousal boosted his ego and gave him the confidence to make her submit to him.

"J-Joy..." she whispers his name in between moans, her hand exploring her chest to touch her own breast.

She takes of her shirt and her undergarments, letting her upper body free for his exploration. He kisses her once more, hearing her moan against his mouth. He descends to her neck without cutting contact between his fingers and her cunt.

"I want you, Joy, inside...me" she responds while he kisses her chest. His hands go up her trousers, pulling it down and revealing her full body. His eyes explore her nude form, the scars of battles and enconters, going down to see the beauty he was caressing moments ago. He wants a taste of it. As his face is close to her hips, he looks up asking for consent.

"Can I.. taste you, Aida?" He's voice is full of lust, his throat dried up with desire.

She nods, conseting to his wishes. He opens her legs revealing a full view of her. She was wet and ready for his contact. His lips kiss her throbbing clit, than a lick, followed by a gentle sucking, his thusks pressing on the sides of her folds. She arched her back in response, panting breaths leave her chest while her head gets lighter from pleasure and past drinks.

"Ahh.."she let a moan scape as his tougue slit through her folds, stopping back at her clit.

His member is painfully hard against his pants, hearing her moan this much from his devoted oral is making him go wild. He lays his hand on her inner thigh, pressing it against the bed to better access her inside. He can sense she is close.

One leg goes over his sholder and he can feel her body shake for friction against his face. She arched her back once more, thanking the gods her scream of pleasure was way lower than the party going on downstairs. Joy takes all of her arousal, it feeds his lustful mouth. He no longer can't hold his instincts, he unbuckle his trousers as fast as he can, his cock already hard and pulsating. Aida pull his body closer to her, his member slinding a bit on her wet and sensitive cunt before he adjusts.

He looks at her eyes once more, wanting her to consent again. He knows all of this is new to her.

"Please, I want you..." she whispers caressing his cheek. He adjusts his position, her arms wrap around his neck while his elbows support him to stay at her level. They kiss once more and he can feel her tongue against his. He presses his cock against her cunt, slinding inside slowly so she can ajust to its size. Her lips open up, it looks painful. He gets nervous seeing her face.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asks, he looks so cute when he is worried for her.

"It's big isn't it?" Her comment makes him blush instantly. She smiles, drops of sweat fall from her forehead from her prior moves. "I can take you, don't worry". He looks at her, she is everything for him. In this moment, with the candlight dancing from the breeze coming inside by the window. She is everything he ever imagined she was.

He thrusts inside her, slowly adjusting so she can be confortable. She moans when he is all in. Her walls clentch against his cock. Gods, she was so tight and he felt instantly the pleasure of being so deep in her. He groans, moving his hips back and forth. She was delightful.

His head rests on her collarbone, his hands clentch the bedsheets, she can hear low moans coming out of his lips. She caress his shaved head, digging her fingers with each thrust of his cock. He was delightful.

Her hand goes down to his back, feeling his cold sweat. She lets a moan scape next to his ear, getting him to move a bit faster. Her eyes roll as she feels her body ready for another release. By the grunts Joy was making, he was getting close too. He grabs her left thigh as his head goes up to see her in full view. Her eyes were closed and her breath was deep. Her mouth opened, the pleasure leaving her breathless. Everytime he got inside her, her walls clentched against his member more willingly.

"I'm.. close" he whispers between deeps breaths. He leans for a kiss and she reciprocates, her mouth vibrating from interrupted moans. As she reaches her release, her cunt presses harder againts Joy's cock and he can only groan when his member realeases hot cum inside her.

He breaths deep, taking one hand to her face and sliding a lock of hair out of the way. He leans and kisses her once more. She feels loved as a woman, it's been so long since this pleasure was shared with another. She feels her eyes getting full of tears, she is happy.

"A-Aida, you are alright? Did it hurt? What did-" she presses her finger against his lips, her smile assuring him that everything is more than fine, it's wonderful.

"Shush, big guy, it's all good, don't worry. I just have to clean myself, that's all." She could see that he is now nervous about the mess. Her head still spinning, she gets a towel from a drawer and cleans her thighs and close to her intimacy. She blushes as she uses the towel on him, Joy is so nervous seeing her taking care of him, how delicate and careful she is being to him. 'So this is how it feels... to be taken care of.' He thinks to himself. He can't hold the feeling and he kisses her once more, not a lustful ou desire driven kiss, a soft one. A lover's one.

The alcohol still lingers on them. Eyelids get heavier by the minute, she gives him a last kiss on the cheek. "My head hurts now" she whispers. "Too much intensity".

Joy feels his body tired as soon as she comments on the matter. He lays down and falls asleep faster than he antecipated. Aida laughs hearing him already snoring. Her dizziness gets the better of her and as fast as Joy, she can only feel her tired eyes closing and an anxiety voice asking if she will play with his feelings, since she had not forget her past lover.

"You deserve to be happy" a voice, almost disguised as a feeling goes through her head. "What you lost is to be felt, but not prioritize your sadness over how good you feel with this, even if it is for tonight, it's your fate to decide."

Her mind goes dark, every drop of alcohol drank before taking care of her mind, erasing every second of her moments with Joy. The morning waiting for the lovers to see themselves in these akward position of a nightstand.

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*Ribs in my languege can mean sideburns and ribs like the pork ones, its a joke I made a while ago. So keep it in mind the name means its hair and the fact that is a boar.

[lyopichiisai]

As the Iron Heart

NOTES: I've been playing a DnD campaign for the last 3 years, this is my fica about my character backstory and situations that were left... for the imagination. Dnd usually is a way to cope with my stresses. So I had 2 options, develop maladaptive daydreaming, or imagining and writing fics, now we get this :D

[P.S sorry if english bad, me no english good sometimes]

Rated: Mature, maybe, idk, 16+ just to be sure

TW: trauma, loss, child death (kinda descriptive), grief, some descriptions of blood and wounds, be aware!

Ch 1. Wounded Friend

"Aida..?" A male voice calls. Its a deep voice, strangely sweet for how low it goes. Sunddenly a warm touch on the shoulder. "Aida, are you good?". It calls again.

It's a friendly touch, only the tips of large fingers, as if it was afraid of the proximity with her shoulder.

Only one of her eyes opens, a mossy green iris reflecting the cold sky, her left eye is covered by a thin piece of cloth wrapped around her head, the cotton fabric has been dazzled with medical oils. That's not the first time she senses these aromas. They were a common fragance through her lessons in herbology. Her Ma made sure to teach her every little detail about it. "Magic can heal, yes, but treating an infection or desease in traditional ways are necessary in such a small village. We don't have many healers, it takes one undead's bite to stop someone from recovering magically". Aida heard this lesson at thirteen years old.

She tries to sit up and Marshall got her back, her head still spins and the deep cuts on her face keep pulsating painfully.

"What.. where are the others?" She says, her voice is fragile. "Marshall, are they-"

"They are alright. Don't worry" he responds fast, then a quiet laugh. "You try acting all tough, but as soon as your patrol goes wrong, you ask for the others before looking at yourself. You should respect your limits more." He crosses his arms on hid chest.

"For real? You'll give me fucking life advises right now?" A sarcastic breath comes out. "You're unbelievable, Marsh."

He caress her back as she holds the bedsheets a little tighter. She knows she fucked up this time. She looks back at the male figure next to her. A human male with a full dark-brown beard, an earring on the right ear, shaved head. Dark circles around his eyes, probably from taking care of the village affairs.

"Joy was caring you back, you know?"

"I didn't asked to be brought back, did I?" Marshall looks at her, ready to ask if she feels better.

"Don't." Her tone is agressive, but he knows her too well to know why. "Just leave me here a while, with my sad ass and my regrets and.... fuck" tears are rolling down her cheeks, but she is inconsolable. Without Elryn and Brie, it was hard to do anything about her, really.

"You want to talk about-"

"I said don't" her tone is firm while interrupting him. She looks back at her hands, her vision blurried from the tears. "It was that bad..?" She holds the bedsheets once more, looking now through the window, seeing her reflection.

She also has dark circles, but for a different reasons. Living on a small village next to the montains can be dangerous, so everyone has a role in taking care of Ick Mak, but Aida took things a step too far. She lost control over her patrols, getting to the forest way more then it was recommended. Foul creatures lured on those woods, Crimson marked ones. One bite or scratch can turn you into a monster. Call it a curse, a disease, or a punishment, it was a death sentence. It was what took Brie from her. A small, crystal like wound that never heals. It gives an intoxicating fever and a rough pain throughout the body.

The crimson Mark.

Aida still remember the smell. Burned flesh mixed with a nausiating blood scent. "It" was not her daughter. Not her precious little Ladybug, not her moon and stars. It wasn't Brie, it couldn't. She was fine, she didn't get a scratch or a bite, how did it happened? How? She wasn't there when Brie was forced to stay in the house, well aware of jer fate. It's all her fault.

"Your mother did a fine job with the surture, if that's what you want to ask. Tho it will be a large scar." He knows she can take the news about her disfigured face.

"It came from the old mine, used to be a montain lion, large mark on its back, probably level 2 infection." Her tone is professional now, the analysis of a specialist that dedicated years of patrols to identify and kill these beasts. Her favorite prey, as if killing one by one would vengence her late daughter.

He sighs, there she is, this version that can only talk in ranger language. The one shifting her feeling for a hunt, for revange.

"We'll keep an eye out, it might be close still." He gives her shoulder a thigh squeeze. "You better get your ass better before even thinking about it"

"Even if I wanted to, you, Joy and Dhalia would probably stop me anyway, bunch of pebbles in my shoes" as snarky as she sounds, he knows its just a deflection.

If it was any one of them getting as badly hurt as she got, Aida would've been carrying them across the contient to save them. She made a promise after all.

Elryn was her promise, her late husband. Marshall was Brie's blessed guardian if, heavens forbid, something happened to her parents. Elryn's death was Aida's promise, Ick Mak would remain intact, it would grow and prosper as long as Aida could be responsible for it, sharing its tasks with her folks and friends alike.

She still takes care of her home, in a distant and self deprecating way, but deep down she couldn't stop carrying about Ick Mak.

As the silence settled between them, Aida looks back at Marshall, face still swollen from tears and the new wound she got. From how much she was hurt in body and soul, she kept a subtle smile, deep down, even if it looked like she wanted to die or didn't care for herself, she was glad to be breathing. Even if it stings her lungs to remember the pain of loosing, she wanted to be there.

"I'll get some sleep, can you give our little green guy a 'thank you' kiss?" Looking at her thay way, for a second, Marshall saw the old Aida. His best friend's wife, his partner in drink and games. The way she played with her words to make everyone unconfortably laugh with cheeks burning from her direct and even flirtatious tone.

"Maybe you could return the favor, with a beer at the Sleeping Oak"

"Sure, then I'll give him a kissy kissy from saving the damsel in distress" she laughs.

"Don't you mean rag in distress" he laughs back.

"Pardon my Elvish, but pukta nornye" She smiles faking being offended.

As he stands up from the chair next to the bed, he wraps his arm next to her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"We are glad you're here."

Her lips curls on a subtle smile, it's an akward one. She is and is not happy at the same time. To live in constant pain is a kind of hell on itself. Marshall waves her a quick goodbye before closing the door on the infermary room of Aida's house.

Her chest feels heavy again, being alone and quiet is an open invitation for her mind to linger deeper into her sorrow.

Voices call her out for her faults, the blame is umberable. A deep breath and her cold persona comes back.

She stands up, her head spins with the sudden motion. She gets a mirror next to the medical cabinet. Untying her bandages, Aida takes a close look at the looking glass. Her dark circles seems bigger and more tired than she remembered, her mossy green eye takes notice of its pair, closed and badly bruised. Her skin is colored with a sickned red from the bottom of her jaw, going on a diagonal, passing on her nose bridge to her forehead getting really close to her right eyebrow, spliting in an Y shape from the cheek to her left eyebrow. How lucky, her left eye is swollen shut, but she can see the light through her eyelids.

The other scar running through her lips is long, but it didn't got swollen or form a keloid. It's just a red line across her smile. a present gifted by the wild animal. Her eye was way worst in comparison.

A mess. A lost kid in the woods, trying to hunt when clearly she was the prey. She remembers bits and pieces, after getting the creature to backoff using a thorn growth spell, two of the other rangers in patrol saw her almost passing out near the south river. Joy quickly meet her and carried her, she was so small compared to him, a 6.8ft half-orc with dark green skin, large thusks going over his top lip, brown eyes, a full dark, almost black beard and pointy ears.

She can't figure out what he whispered to her, but she was sure it was a worried pray for the gods. He's embrace was strong and fearful, he didn't want to see her loose herself like that, not by this level of self destruction.

"I'm here" she whispers, recolecting the words of that big half-orc, remembering how sad Joy got seeing her, his friend, badly injuried.

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