#Angsty Bren

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Ohhhhh girl! 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

I’ve been waiting months for this one, and, boy, you didn’t hold back! The competitiveness, the teasing, the fucking dirty talk 🫠🫠 you even hit us with another “good girl”! And don’t think I missed the parallels to the scene I’m pretty sure you used for inspo 🐺 I see you! Ronan would be proud.

I loved the possessive arguing. Loved the smut. Loved it all!!

Threesome - Garrick Tavis x Reader x Brennan Sorrengail

Summary: One of your boys turns up on a night that isn't there's, leading to an idea and opportunity you can't help but propose.

warnings: nsfw 18+, unprotected p in v, pet names, praise, fingering, threesome, blow job, double penetration.... A/N: Unsure how I feel about this one and feel like it could be better. Might revisit this one in the future.

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A soft knock on my door lets me know he’s here, and I can’t help but smile as I bound over to the door and open it to reveal Brennan leaning against to doorway running his thumb across his chin. A tell tale sign he was nervous or overworked. As soon as his eyes meet mine, I see him visibly relax. The weight of everything going on being lifted from his shoulders.

I reach out and grab his hand, dragging him into my room. He swiftly kicks it closed behind him before quickly pulling me into a hug, resting his head in the crook of my neck. It had been a tough few days with most of the riders from Basgiath now here in Aretia. And due to it we hadn’t been able to do our usual meet ups.

”I’m sorry.” He mumbles into my shoulder as he tightens his grip on me a little.

”Don’t be. It’s been an intense week for you.” I reassure him as I wrap my arms around him.

”I know, but I could have really used our time together.” He says in a defeated tone before stepping back and looking at me. “I’ve snapped at way too many people this week.”

”Well lets make the most of tonight then,” I whisper slyly, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.

I reach out and grab his hand, pulling him backwards towards my bed in the centre of the room. Brennan who usually takes his time is quick to step forward, hands grasping the bottom of my shirt and pulling it over my head before pulling at the ties on my flight pants. I barely step out of them before his lips are on mine, devouring mine in a passionate kiss. It’s as if he’s pouring all the pent up emotions from the last week into the kiss. It was a stark contrast to how gentle and slow he usually was, but I wasn’t complaining. It had been a while since I’d had some rougher intimacy. The last time being a few months ago in Samara before I was attacked. Though I had been with that rider recently, but it had been oddly different to our previous times. Brennan pulls me from my thoughts as his hands grasp my thighs, picking me up before turning and placing me on my desk as I wrap my legs around him to pull him closer. He grumbles as I break this kiss to pull his shirt over his head.

”Someone’s impatient tonight.” I tease as I throw his shirt to the floor.

”I haven’t had you in a week. Forgive me if I’m a little needy love.” He almost growls back, my eyes widening at the tone in his voice.

I reach up to pull his lips down to mine, but the door banging open has us breaking apart as both our heads whip towards the person in the door way. For a moment we all stare at each other in shock. The two boys staring at each other, realising who the other guy I had mentioned now was. Then me, staring at the new addition in shock as tonight was not a night I would see him.

”Him?” Garrick finally asks, raising an eyebrow as he waves a hand towards Brennan.

”Tonight isn’t one of your nights.” I say bluntly causing a scowl to form on Garrick’s face.

I lightly push on Brennan to step back, but he barely budges. Holding his ground as if claiming his territory. And as I look up at his face I can see he’s angry. His jaw ticking as he continues to stare at Garrick. My attempt at pushing Brennan back brings Garrick’s attention to the rest of me, his scowl depending as his eyes trail over me, taking in the red lacey underwear I had chosen today just for Brennan. A set Garrick also very much enjoyed seeing on me.

Garrick kicks the door closed behind him before starting to walk over to me. Brennan is quick to react and steps into his path, and I swear I hear Garrick growl at Brennan. As tense as the room was right now, I couldn’t help but be slightly turned on at the two men squaring off in regards to me.

”It’s not your night Tavis.” Brennan snaps at him. “Leave.”

Garrick just chuckles at Brennan as he looks down at him. “True, but she was mine first. You’re just here to fill a void while she wasn’t with me. And now I’m back. So why don’t you run back to your little throne room.”

I watch as Brennan’s hand tightens into a fist, practically feeling the anger roll off him as he does his best to keep his temper at bay. I’d never seen him like this. I’d never seen Garrick like this with Brennan, the two usually getting along. But something about me had riled these two up. I push myself off the desk, rushing between the two to try and calm them down. But as I step between them they barely notice me, still completely focused on each other.

”Stop it, both of you.” I snap at them, despite the fact I was slightly turned on by them fighting over me. “Garrick, you can come back tomorrow.”

He scoffs at me, “I’m not being his sloppy seconds.”

”Trust me, you wont be after I’m done with her.” Brennan replies smugly.

Garrick reacts immediately, trying to push past me to get at him, but comes up short when I flick my hand and conjure a force field with my signet. As he bounces back Brennan chuckles behind me clearly amused at what I’ve done, but also thinking he’s won as he places a hand on my arm which I shrug off.

”As hot as it is to have you two fight over me, you two need to grow up.” I look between the both of them. Brennan who looks disheartened, and Garrick who has a damn smirk on his face.

”Seems you find it really hot.” Garrick muses as his eyes flicker down to my underwear.

I glance down and see a notable wet patch on them. Clearly I was more aroused by these two than I thought. And now Garrick had noticed, and drawn attention to it. Brennan leaning around to see what he’s looking at. I go to place my hands over it to try and hide it, but Garrick is quick to step forward and grasp my wrists in his larger hands.

”Don’t hide it sweetheart.” The way Garrick smiles down at me, looks at me with lust filled eyes has my heart rate pick up in anticipation, cheeks heating with slight embarrassment.

”Get your hands off her Tavis. She’s mine for the night.” Brennan demands, stepping forward and placing his hands on my shoulders as he stands behind me.

I turn, putting them on either side of me as I look between them. “What if there was another option?” My voice shaking slightly as I lay out another option that has worked its way into my mind.

”What do you mean another option?” Brennan asks, brow furrowing as he looks down at me in confusion.

I reach out, laying a hand in the middle of both their chests, both them looking down as I trail them slowly down till my fingers hook into the waistband of their pants. I feel both of them tense and suck in a sharp breath as they realise what the other option was.

Brennan is quick to shake his head, clearly unsure of the option now laid out for him. “I am not sharing with him.”

Garrick chuckles at him as he steps closer to me, his hand trailing up and down my back slightly making me shiver. “Scared I’ll show you up Sorrengail?”

Garrick’s words must awaken something in Brennan who seems to change his mind in an instant as he also steps forward now, his hand mimicking Garrick’s movements on the other side. Brennan trails his hand up to my shoulder, grasping it before turning me to face him, pushing me backwards till my back meets Garrick’s chest. I try to look him in the eye but Brennan grasps my face in his hands, his lips quickly meeting mine in a passionate kiss. I hadn’t expected him to go ahead with his, but there was something behind this kiss, with how fiercely he was kissing me that suggested there was some want behind this.

As I wrap my arms around Brennan’s neck to deepen the kiss, I feel Garrick’s hands skim over my back before quickly unhooking my bra. I was glad I had chosen one with removeable straps, not needing to remove my arms from around Brennan’s neck before Garrick unhooks the straps, causing the material to fall to the floor before I quickly kick it away. Brennan groans as my now naked breasts push up against his bare chest as I pull him closer.

Clearly not wanting to be left out, Garrick’s hands reach beneath my legs, his large fingers rubbing lightly over my underwear, causing me to moan into the kiss with Brennan. My legs shaking with anticipation as Garrick applies more pressure to my clit, rubbing small circles over the bundle of nerves. I silently curse how well Garrick knows my body. At how he knows exactly what to do to get me spiralling closer to my climax. Within seconds I tear my mouth from Brennan’s as my body starts quivering, my mouth open in a silent moan as Garrick applies more pressure.

Garrick reaches over me, shoving Brennan’s shoulder causing him to stumble back into the desk, bracing his hands on the edge of the desk. I start to fall forward as my arms fall from Brennan’s neck, but Garrick wraps his free arm around my hips, causing me to bend at the hips, my hands bracing on Brennan’s hips, pinning him in place.

”Now why don’t you be a good girl and take the Lieutenant Colonel in your mouth darling?” Garrick whispers in my ear before placing light kisses down my neck, his fingers now moving from my clit to tease my entrance.

I look up at Brennan who smiles lazily at me before nodding at me and leaning back fully on the desk, his lust filled eyes watching me intently as I start undoing the ties of his pants. A shudder runs through his body as my fingers skim across his lower abdomen. He raises his hips as I attempt to tug them down, but due to how Garrick is holding me I don’t get very far. He chuckles lightly at my attempts before grasping the material in his hands and pulling them from his legs.

He barely steps out of them before I lean in, placing soft kisses along the length. “Bloody hell.” He gasps out, his hand grasping the back of my head tightly as I take him fully in my mouth, closing my lips around his length. Slowly I work up and down his length, moaning slightly as his hand tightens in my hair.

My yelp is muffled by Brennan’s cock in my mouth as Garrick finally inserts his fingers inside me, stretching me wide as he works them in and out. The motion causing me to rock back and forth on Brennan’s cock, taking him further than I intend as he hits the back of my throat.

”That’s it, just like that darling. Taking him so well.” Garrick purrs from behind me as he adds another finger to the mix, causing me to moan loudly around Brennan’s cock, the vibrations causing Brennan to gasp loudly.

”Shit,” Brennan curses. “Keep that up Tavis.”

Garrick picks up the pace in response to his words to the point I can barely focus on Brennan, but he’s quick to pick up on this, rocking his hips back and forth as I moan around his cock as my body starts quivering.

My walls flutter around Garrick’s fingers. “You’re so close darling, can feel it. You going to come around my fingers? Come undone as you moan around his cock?”

My reply is muffled by Brennan’s cock, but Garrick must take my muffled response as a yes. His fingers curling to hit the perfect spot, while his other hand reaches down and rubs lazy circles on my clit which has me coming undone immediately. My legs shaking as succumb to my pleasure, my moans causing Brennan to meet his end as well as he holds me flush against him.

I gasp for air as Brennan steps back, before a whimper escapes my lips as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me against him, causing Garrick’s fingers to leave me.

”It’s ok sweetheart, were not done with you yet.” He reassures me as his hands trace along the back of my thighs before picking me up.

I wrap my legs around his waist as he leads me over to the bed, straddling him as he lays down beneath me. Despite just finishing himself, I can feel Brennan is already ready to go, his cock twitching beneath me as I lazily grind back and forth. Behind me I can hear the familiar sounds of flight gear hitting the floor with a soft thud. I turn to head to look at him but Brennan is quick to grasp my head, turning my gaze back to him as he rolls his hips into mine, his tip pushing inside of me. My eyes flutter close at the feeling of him pushing slowly inside of me, a soft moan escaping my lips as I brace my hands on his chest as he slowly thrusts in and out. My walls fluttering around his cock at the slow movement.

A rough hand grazes up and down my back before I feel Garrick’s chest brush against my back as he stands behind me between Brennan’s legs. I gasp as his lips place gentle kisses along my shoulder as his hands massage my hips, while Brennan’s hands and reach up and massage my breasts. Gods did this feel amazing. No part of me was left untouched as the two men fought for my attention.

Garrick’s hands trail up my back before softly pushing on my shoulder, pushing me down to lie on Brennan’s chest which he welcomes eagerly. Brennan’s lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss which I quickly let him control as I let myself be at the mercy of the men I’m between.

”Such a beautiful ass,” Garrick growls as his hands knead and squeeze the flesh before landing a firm smack causing me to moan into the kiss.

Moments later another smack echoes around the room causing me to jolt forward against Brennan, his cock hitting deep inside as with both moan heavily into the kiss as Garrick goes back to kneading my ass. As if the two men are in sync, they match their movements perfectly. Garrick gripping onto my hips and pulling me down onto Brennan as he thrust up into me. Each thrust hitting deep inside as I moan and quiver against Brennan.

I barely notice Garrick’s hand moving before a his fingers are circling gently around my tight hole as if testing a boundary. A boundary we’ve never needed to cross or explore. And one I honestly never thought I would. But as his fingers keep testing the boundary, I can’t help but moan and try to push my hips back against his fingers while Brennan continues to thrust up into me.

”You up for a challenge darling?” He purrs into my neck before kissing down my neck.

I turn my head to look into Garrick’s blown out hazel eyes. I know if I say no he won’t push me further, but I can see just like myself he wants to try this. That we both just want to loose ourselves in the moment of this once in a life time moment. Because this would not be happening again.

Seeing the want in my eyes he pushes a finger in. “Oh, fuck. Y-yes.” I gasp out, earning a chuckle from Garrick who kisses down my back before standing up again as I grasp onto Brennan like he’s my anchor.

Brennan reaches up, his fingers caressing along my jaw as he focuses my attention on him, clearly clued in on what Garrick is about to do. What we’re all about to do. “Just focus on me sweetheart.”

Too scared to talk all I can do is nod at Brennan as I lean into his touch and place a kiss to his palm before he pulls me back into a kiss, one much softer and gentler than the previous ones. But its enough to keep my focus as I feel Garrick move behind me. I can’t help but tense as I feel him move his fingers before positioning himself.

”You’re such a good girl,” He praises from behind me as he caresses my lower back to get me to relax.

As soon as my body relaxes Garrick rolls his hips against me, pushing into the tight hole. I pull back from Brennan’s kiss as I suck in a sharp breath at the unnatural feeling.

”You’re doing so good sweetheart.” Brennan murmurs into my neck as I bury my head into his.

This was a feeling like no other. Being stretched open my the two of them. An odd sense of pain and pleasure. But as each second goes by, the pleasure slowly but surely takes over the pain. By the time Garrick is fully inside I’m quivering and moaning between them. Not trusting my words I angle my head to look up at the two men either side of me, giving them the nod they need to know I’m ok.

A whimper escapes my lips as they start to thrust in an out. At first its awkward, neither of them matching their thrusts. But after a few awkward attempts they manage to sync up and gods did it feel amazing. Soon I’m a panting mess between them. Their hands roaming, grasping anywhere they can in an effort to claim me.

”Fuck, so tight darling.” Garrick slurs from behind me, a telltale sign of his he was getting close as he grips me hips tighter in an effort to anchor himself. “So proud of you darling, taking us so well.”

”Please…” I pant out, barely managing to form words as I feel the familar coil building inside me as I start to quiver between the two men.

As Brennan looks into my eyes, he must see what I want, see how close I am as he picks up his pace, hips slamming into mine causing me to rock back harder onto Garrick who in turn grips my hips so tightly I’m sure they’re going to bruise.

Strangled noises escape my lips as both men thrust deep inside of me before I shatter between them. Both men quickly follow behind me as their hips stutter, loud groans echoing around the room as they meet their end. Garrick is the first to move, rolling to the side as he removes himself from me, hips grip on my hips causing Brennan and I to roll onto our sides. Both men drapping their arms lazily over me as we all take a moment to catch our breaths.

”Well that was…” Garrick starts before losing his train of thought.

”Amazing.” I pant out.

”And never happening again,” Brennan adds, his body tensing at his words.

I can practically feel Garrick roll his eyes from behind me, “Way to ruin a good thing Sorrengail.”

The two men quickly fall into a round of bickering as I roll my eyes at them before blocking them out as I relax into their embrace, enjoying the last moments of being in the arms of both of them.

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[nonwal]

Chapters: 1/20 Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast Characters: Caleb Widogast, Essek Thelyss Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Scourger Caleb Widogast, Angst, Demisexual Essek Thelyss, atypical modes of consent (see A/N), Internalized Acephobia, ongoing boundary negotiation, Touch Aversion, Trans Caleb Widogast, (via true polymorph—see A/N), Blow Jobs, Mutual Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Intercrural Sex, Frottage, Dildos, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Light BDSM, Under-negotiated Kink, Sub Drop, Safeword Use, Cuddling, Vomiting, Torture, Feeblemind Spell (Dungeons & Dragons), the horrors are endless but Bren stays silly :3, he's a decent guy if you ignore the atrocities Summary:

“You accused me of treating this like a game. I am sorry if I’ve led you to believe that it is only a game—though I won't deny that part of it is.” Bren gives a disarming smile. “My life is either games or murder, after all.” “Or mail fraud,” Thelyss says dryly, not even a little disarmed. “The mail fraud is a sort of game as well.” A sigh. “Is this your way of telling me that you intend to continue playing?” Bren smiles again, sharper. “If you would let me.”

(In which Bren Aldric Ermendrud decides to seduce the Shadowhand and finds that the best way to convince someone to be vulnerable with you is to be vulnerable in turn.)

so, funny story, I’ve written 100000 words since the beginning of the year,

[shadowgast-recs-weekly]

Shadowblumendrei Rec List

This week, we're going with wizard polycules! Here are nine fics that feature Caleb/Essek/Astrid/Eadwulf in some form - some a little cute, a lot that are at least a little angsty, and a good amount of hotness besides. Check them out beneath the cut, and comment and kudos if you like them!

amongst the things left unforgiven by nonwal (63958, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: Discussions of suicide; panic attacks

Astrid and Eadwulf keep showing up on Essek's doorstep. Complicated wizard flirting ensues.

Reccer says: The character voices are magnificent and I love the way the relationships are developed. All of them keep trying to out-twisty each other and it's good.

in the light of long-dead things by Anonymous (3426, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Panic Attack

Astrid needs to stop gasping. If she doesn’t, they will be caught, and it will be Wulf who will be beaten instead of her. Wulf who will spend the week alone in the tower, half-frozen with cold. “What – what are you talking about? Who is Caleb?”

Reccer says: Astrid rarely gets comfort in fic, but this was soft and heartbreaking and a great look at what lies beneath the surface

fledgling pledges by Anonymous (3100, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

an attempt is made to court the former Shadowhand of the Kryn Dynasty

Reccer says: great fun bits of cultural misunderstanding!

the best of you (belongs to me) by quothhh (2525, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Werewolf sex/knotting

ssek returns home smelling of someone else. Astrid and Eadwulf fix it. Set in an au where the scourgers are werewolves and Bren never broke.

Reccer says: Extremely hot werewolf smut. Enjoy!

The Four of Us Are Dying by Defiler_Wyrm (6892, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Dubcon/Consensual Non Consent, Extremely Dubious Consent

After dinner and too many drinks, Wulf and Astrid invite Caleb and Essek to their bed. They quickly come to regret it

Reccer says: The turn in feelings and vibe part way through is amazing! All the messy feelings are so well portrayed

of the animal saving me by quanshi (burningdarkfire) (2727, General) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb gets a new cat. It took Wulf a full two weeks longer to catch on than he wanted to admit.

Reccer says: Great fun and fluffy

tell me about despair by hanap (10411, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn

In which the new Archmage of Civil Influence, her sole annex, the former Shadowhand of the Kryn Dynasty, and a weary transmutation professor at Soltryce Academy knit themselves back together, hand in unlovable hand.

Reccer says: This is what I love about the ship- all these damaged people tearing at each other then learning to love again? Yes plz

i'll meet judgement by the hounds by necromanticomedy (yelenavasilyevna) (6553, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Dubcon/Consensual Non Consent

A casual dinner party somehow turns into an 'insane psychosexual foursome'

Reccer says: I think the 'sex that is astrid holding essek at knifepoint and they're both fully dressed' and 'eadwulf being submissive the way a guard dog is submissive' tags sum up why I love this fic so much. They're all a bit fucked up in the best kind of ways

fill me up (don't break my heart) by SandSunSiliceousOoze (7974, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek asks Caleb about fisting. Caleb is more than happy to demonstrate, with Astrid and Wulf as teachers

Reccer says: I love the teacher roleplay with Caleb as the enthusiastic demonstration subject, as well as the amazing dynamic between all of them

Aeor is for Lovers is an 18+ Shadowgast Discord server. The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. All fics, unless otherwise specified, will primarily feature Shadowgast. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ! Next week, we’ll be back with Hallmark/Romcom Vibes!

[serenityfails]

after da:i i had thoughts about bren and harding getting closer post-solas breakup.... harding being an actual romance means my plans are complicated but that can only be a good thing because it means room for me to make it angsty and unrequited in my head :x

[critter-rarepair-reccs]

Happy Wednesday all! After an impromptu break, we're back this week with eleven Hurt/Comfort fics! As always, you can find them below the cut and if you check any of them out, I encourage you to leave kudoes and comments to spread the rarepair love 💕

Distraction by DEV0URMOUS (1,574 words, Explicit) Pairing: Eadwulf Grieve/Verin Thelyss (Verinwulf) Warnings: None

Verin finds his mind restless and can’t sleep. Wulf helps distract him.

Reccer Says: I love Verinwulf and this is very sweet <3

Reprieve by likeseriouslyellie (2,718 words, Mature) Pairing: Thorn/Vax'ildan Warnings: None

While on the way to a Clasp job, Vax pays Thorn a visit, seeking comfort amidst fear.

Reccer Says: The angst is sooooo delicious, the way they try to make it okay, even just for a moment, while knowing that that feeling isn’t going to last in the end.

Unbroken vows by CrownZero, Elk_rider (11,540 words, Explicit) Pairing: Shaun Gilmore/Vax'ildan (Vaxmore) Warnings: Safeword Use, Un-negotiated Kink, Wax Play

Vax pays Gilmore a visit after a while on the road. They have some fun with roleplay and things don’t quite so right, but it all works out in the end.

Reccer Says: It’s incredibly hot and tender and such a good take on their relationship 🖤💜

a dangerous game by jaskofalltrades (1,458 words, Teen) Pairing: Mollymauk Tealeaf/Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast (Shadowidomauk) Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Past Abuse

Preparation for an Empire-Dynasty ball leaves Caleb, and in turn Essek, in a rough mental place. Molly helps.

Reccer Says: It’s very sweet!! Ludinus is a Bastard but Molly is a very good partner who knows just how to help!!!

as in a mirror, dimly by yelenavasilyevna (4,563 words, Teen) Pairing: Eadwulf Grieve/Caleb Widogast (Widowulf) Warnings: Canon-typical discussion of child abuse

In the present, Eadwulf heals Caleb's bruises after a violent reunion with Astrid. In the past, Eadwulf tends to Bren's wounds after a mission where his hubris almost got Astrid killed.

Reccer Says: What if you had to be the only healer between your two crazy wizard lovers who think they're indestructible.

The Self in the Other by fjorests_of_wildemount (1,010 words, Teen) Pairing: Astrid Becke/Eadwulf Grieve (Blumenduo) Warnings: None

Eadwulf and Astrid in the aftermath of dealing with rogue volstrecker

Reccer Says: Something something the ones left behind in the bloody aftermath

To Repay What You Have Suffered by firefright (2,814 words, Mature) Pairing: Astrid Becke/Essek Thelyss, Astrid Beck/Eadwulf Grieve/Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast (Blumenshadow) Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Implied uncomfortable advances (the extent of which is left vague)

Astrid's concerned that Ludinus took advantage of Essek during their deal, and tries to talk to him.about it

Reccer Says: What's more Astrid than saying, if you need it I can and will spend myself to enact a bloodier vengeance?

A Hundred Gold (Don't Fuck It Up) by Clare_Hope (2,412 words, Teen) Pairing: Ashton Greymoore/Milo Krook Warnings: None

After the Solstice, Milo is overwhelmed by work, trying to fix things for everyone. Ashton makes them take care of themself before leaving again.

Reccer Says: It is sooooo angsty and sooooo good. Milo being completely overwhelmed with work and trying to help and just being a wreck because of it is way too relatable. All their feelings about who Ashton’s become since last they saw him are so juicy, as are their feelings for Ashton in general. And Ashton trying his best to get Milo back on their feet before leaving again to save the world… the dynamic between these two is just delicious. And if I had to be honest, I don’t think Milo’s crush is entirely unrequited.

keep following the heartlines on your hands by floralprintshark (8,014 words, Teen) Pairing: Fjord/Mollymauk Tealeaf/Caleb Widogast (Widofjolly) Warnings: None

Five times Molly tries to set up Fjord and Caleb with each other and one time Molly gets set up with them.

Reccer Says: Pining!!!

Vivere, Ridere, Amare by kidzbopmallcop (20,189 words, Mature) Pairing: Yeza Brenatto/Veth Brenatto/Caleb Widogast Warnings: None

Bren, recently escaped from Vergesson, ends up hiding with Veth and Yeza Brenatto under the cover of being their new boyfriend.

Reccer Says: I think there's an excellent balance between Caleb's paranoia and guilt and the peace and joy he feels as he grows closer to the Brenattos. This fic may never update again but I will always come back for these five chapters.

And we have two reccs for; she said "take care", but i take more than i bring by MouseInTheCastle (3,385 words, General) Pairing: Mollymauk Tealeaf/Essek Thelyss (Shadowmauk) Warnings: None

Essek comes down with a fever. Molly takes care of him. Molly and Essek are with Caleb but not with each other (yet). Essek gets sick and, unasked, Molly takes care of him

Reccer 1 Says: It’s super cute and sweet!!! I always love developing Shadowmauk in the midst of established SG and WM and this is such a lovely example of that 🥰 Reccer 2 Says: <3 <3 <3 warm soup on a cold day fic

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[saphirered]

ooohhh i have a request? maybe one where caleb spared reader’s life when he was a volstrucker and they meet again sometime during the campaign?

Hope this is to your liking. A little angsty. 😘

There is no freedom in names or titles, not for their owners nor their kin. Those who do not benefit from the protection of their resources are victims of the cause, easy targets to be exploited in the name of king and empire. These are the lessons of a Volstrucker. Caleb, no matter how much he might wish to forget them, will always carry them with him. The things he learned will forever haunt him and perhaps worst of all is still even after all these years he still resorts to those lessons for the sake of survival. It eats him up from the inside. His past is a curse upon his future and he cannot shake it. He carries the curse of being a good student; obedient and skilled, until he broke of course. There is very few flaws, even fewer falters he can recall in his time as a student. He had nearly forgotten a particular one, one he did manage to push to the deepest darkest depths of his mind be that for his protection… or yours… A brief lapse in judgement and rise in guilt conscious. 

Many many years ago before children grew disillusioned with the ways of an empire forged on the blood of the innocent and riches of the wicked with ambitions far darker, there was one such innocent child strolling through the market greeted kindly by any who passed. Little did you know about the horrors of those you shared a very comfortable roof with. You were innocent to their choices and deeds, their aspirations and their ways. That didn’t matter to the ones seeking to hold leverage over others. By simple coincidence you stumbled into a lanky boy with the bluest eyes you had ever seen and cropped ginger hair. He had a kind smile and his sheer presence radiated a warmth akin to a hearth on a winter’s day. His name was Bren. You’d believed you’d simply run into him as he went about his day gathering supplies for his master, same as you did your household. By coincidence you’d talked about your latest reads and shared some overlap, exchanged some recommendations. It was a mere coincidence when this repeated the week after, and the next, and you seemed to enjoy each other’s company enough to meet up for these weekly trips, until they became more frequent, almost every other day. 

It was just a coincidence. It was a coincidence ordered to be by the poor boy’s master. You were just unfortunate enough you had people of some repute that happened to care about you a decent amount. He was ordered to get close to you and so his master would make apparent the threat to your life through your not-so-innocent close ones. When they forbade you from seeing the boy you met in the streets, they neglected to tell you the reasons and rebellious child you were, you simply snuck out to meet with Bren. He showed you some minor magics, hid the truth of his life and played you like a fiddle. He had you wrapped around his finger. You cared about him and looking back now, he cared about you. You were freedom, innocence, and good-hearted. You were everything now looking back he wanted to be. You were everything that was taken from him so cruelly under the guise of a higher purpose. 

And then time ran out. His master had no further need for leverage and simply needed to make something very very clear; no one is untouchable. You would be the victim of this message. He would be the one to wield the weapon. He would be the one to end your life. It was his purpose after all. Your people, they were bad people. You had always just been a means to an end. If those things were true then why did his heart ache so much? Why did he not feel bitter for your happiness? Why did he feel incapable of having your blood stain his hands? You were the beginning of his end. You were the key to the truth of his disillusioned life. You didn’t even know it. Still he had orders to follow. He had to be the one. You’d sneak out of your home to go on one of your evening walks with him. You expected to be met with kind sweet Bren. Instead you were met with a soldier forged by the empire in the blood of others. 

You walked and talked and had a good time but you felt some distance from Bren even though you held onto his arm as you observed the outskirts of Rexxentrum. You had asked him if he was alright and he had lied to your face. You could see the guilt in his eyes for lying to you but you did not read further. You didn’t press the matter. It was getting late. You’d have to cross back through some of the darker alleys if you wanted to be back on time before anyone would notice your disappearance. When you passed through the first, something felt wrong. The second alley gave you a sneaking suspense as if something would be coming but you were alone, with Bren and no one else. Speaking of Bren, he had been fiddling with something around his neck hidden beneath the neckline of his shirt and jacket. 

“No need to be nervous. These alleys are too abandoned for thieves and robbers. Nobody goes here at these hours. It’d be a waste of their time.” You remarked, as if assuring him nothing would happen to the two of you, that you were in no danger out here. There’s a reason he chose this place for that exact reason. No one would be around at night, not until dawn upon which point your corpse would be quickly discovered. That was part of the orders; make sure the news would spread fast. 

“You know this city well.” He simply commented with a forced smile. It’s then you stopped him, faced him and took his hands in yours and squeezed them. It’s then he flinched and you felt the bandages around his wrists. You pushed up his sleeve and saw the blood though darkened and dried, stain through. You fussed about him. “Please, don’t.” He begged and you stopped. Though it wasn’t his plea that made you stop. It was the cold sharp metal you felt when you checked his other arm. Your breath stalled and your eyes went wide. You looked at him. 

“Bren? What’s going on?” You didn’t push back, not when he muttered under his breath, twisted his fingers and you felt yourself paralyse. A clever trick from his friend and fellow student; the component of this spell could double as a small weapon too. You began to panic but you couldn’t move. The spell willed it so. He unsealed your fingers from his other wrist, until he was free. He grasped onto that small blade with a death grip that turned his knuckles white. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He brought the blade to your side, right between your ribs and held it there not yet breaking through fabric and skin. He couldn’t. He couldn’t do it. His eyes burned. The imaginary words of his master echoed through his head of what he would face should he return not just a failure but exposed. He doesn’t know what he might have faced should you have ran to your family, should you have escaped and hid beyond those walls. His mission would be a failure and he’d have been made a fool. He doesn’t know what would have become of him. He saw your tears beginning to cusp and roll down your cheek, your struggling breath, he saw it all. He hesitated for too long, lost track and the spell ran out. You were still frozen but not by magic. You held onto the hand with the knife. You held on so tight his fingers went numb. 

“It’s alright, it’s alright. Just let go of the knife. Everything will be alright.” His grip loosened until you pulled the knife away from him and tossed it to the side out of reach. He made a note of where it went. You threw your arms around him and held him. You rubbed his back and cradled him to you until your knees grew weak and the both of you lowered to the dirt. You pulled back, stroked your thumb along his cheek. You might not know the details nor the reasons but you had pieced things together.

“They-he told me to kill you.” The words are but a silent whisper, an admittance to guilt. He expected you to back off, to run while you still could. You didn’t. 

“You haven’t. It’s okay. Just look at me.” 

“He won’t let you go.” Bren begged and you just cupped his cheeks. 

“It’s alright. You’ll do it. You’ll succeed. It’s alright.” He stills. Freezes, like a deer caught by hunters. You’re supposed to be the one fearing a horrid end, not him. “You’re clever, Bren. I know this city. If I must be dead, they’ll think me dead.” Perhaps your family had instilled more values within you than he had grasped. It became clear then neither of you would be innocent children ever again, you’d always be complicit. He’d have been your downfall either way. 

You were clever indeed. You stayed true to your promise. You knew this city well. You knew the busy streets of the back alleys and underbellies, where no one would bat an eye at a committed crime, but the news would spread like wildfire. No secrets there. You’d ran by the butcher’s wastes and gotten as much blood as you could from it, stained your shirt and coat with it. He’d given you his coat to cover up. You’d pushed the knife back up his sleeve where it had been hidden before. You went over the plan once more and then the time came.

The next events were a blur to him to he point where Caleb now does not know wether this story is one fabricated by his mind out of self-preservation, an attempt to cope with your horrid murder, or if this is true because on all accounts your murder had happened, a body was found, and there was no trace of you, not even through magical means. Only after you had screamed and cried and shouted and dragged your supposedly bleeding body into the darkness as he had ran the weight around his neck felt much lighter, the chain and amulet that resided there before had disappeared. You must have taken it when you had embraced him, must have done so as a safety precaution or something. You always were clever. You were never seen again and the story turned as following; a poor innocent child of a reputable family wandered into a bad part of town and met an untimely end at the hands of discontent citizens. You were mourned. His master was proud of him and he could forget this whole ordeal. They congratulated him on being a murderer. Soon after he would commit the sin that would break him. 

Much time has passed since then. Bren died a long time ago. Caleb survives now with all the heartache and regret of the life before, the one he so desperately tried to shake but never seemed able to. It took him a long time to open up to his goblin companion, and even when he told his story to the Mighty Nein he still kept many secrets. Slowly his walls came down, slowly the doubt ebbed away until one fateful day in Nicodranas. His curiosity had gotten the better of him. That magic tower in the city called his attention as did the mind and resources of Yussa Errenis. When he spotted a familiar handwriting among the works of Yussa, he thought nothing of it but that handwriting would plague his mind for weeks to come until his next visit where he got confirmation. Without warning the Mighty Nein had used the teleportation circle. Without warning they had been escorted outside but in passing Caleb spotted a familiar being in the sitting room, simply reading. 

It was you, undoubtedly. You had gotten older, same as he has. That’s what the years do to a person. You’re no longer children. You look like you’ve faced the hardships of life but you’ve overcome them too. When your eyes met his, he expected something like anger or fear but instead he saw intrigue. You’d made up some bullshit excuse for Wensforth to see to other business and oversaw their escorting out of the tower personally. He was the last one out. You stopped him. You toyed with something around your neck. It reminds him of how he sometimes used to fiddle with the identical version he hides beneath his layers when no one is watching. He’d paid for his in blood. You’d paid for yours with your life. What a cruel thing. 

“It seems our paths cross again, Bren. Different tidings this time I hope.” You speak to him before he crosses the threshold. He looks at you before he goes, in a way Caleb is not known to look anyone in the eye. The others know he avoids eye contact whenever he can. You were a strange exception they definitely had some questions and opinions about. Especially since they couldn’t hear your conversation. 

“Caleb Widogast.” He corrects. “Different tidings.” He nods. 

“Well then, Caleb Widogast, how about an evening walk? For old time’s sake?” You suggest and Caleb finds himself smiling lightly. He nods. 

“For old time’s sake.” He repeats to himself. “I’ll see you tonight?” You smile. 

“Yo, did Widogast just score a date-“ Fjord covers Beauregard’s mouth before she can continue. You shake your head and close the invisible door as Caleb exits. It’s been a while. 

[lemoncrushh]

Wild Horses - Eight

Summary: Amber Crosby didn’t end up with the life she’d expected, but that didn’t keep her from following her dream. A young, up and coming country recording artist, she and her band set out to do just that. Trying to leave her past behind, it wasn’t until meeting Harry Styles that she realized just how her life could take a turn and alter her future forever.

A/N: Please note all portions in italics are meant to be flashbacks :).

Warnings: Another angsty chapter, mentions of physical violence and drinking.

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Chapter Eight Word Count: 4.7k+

“I will hold you up, I will help you stand, I will comfort you when you need a friend…” - Amanda Marshall; Believe In You

“Here,” Jeff said as he handed Amber the plastic cup of more ice than soda.

“Thanks,” she muttered, taking it from him.

Sneaking a sniff of the Coke, she was only partly disappointed to find that it wasn’t mixed with rum or whiskey. But as she took a large gulp, letting the carbonated beverage fill her throat, she was grateful.

Her manager took the seat next to her, on the side of the stage where Harry introduced the next song. It had taken every ounce of energy she’d had left to follow Jeffrey into the audience to watch Harry’s show. What she’d really wanted was to rush back to her hotel room and drink everything that called her name from the minibar. But after Jeff and Harry had sat her down in Harry’s dressing room, making sure she was at least physically okay, her manager had insisted she stay with him for the duration of the concert.

She hadn’t seen Carter since he’d stormed out after ridiculing her in front of everyone. Her guess was that he’d raved his own minibar, or even went to the hotel bar...not that she cared. He could take a long walk off a short pier as far as she was concerned.

Okay, maybe that wasn’t entirely true. Even after what he’d just said and done, she knew she had always had a soft spot for Carter, and probably always would. They’d been through a lot together, for fuck’s sake. He was the only one who knew everything about her. And he was a damn good drummer; she’d hate to lose him, as both a bandmate and a friend. But now…

“We’re not who we used to be…” she heard Harry sing.

God, if that didn’t hit home. Who they used to be… Who they used to be were two horny teenagers with a love for music and the bottle. Who they used to be were a lost girl with a need to be needed and a young man with a shoulder to cry on and an awaiting bed.

But Amber had grown. She knew she had. She’d known long before their signing with Full Stop Management, before the festival in Nashville where she’d first met Harry, even before her single had hit the airwaves. She’d known for a while that the knots that tied her to Carter needed to be loosened. She just hadn’t wanted to admit it because...well, if she was honest with herself, because she was scared.

“Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat…”

Amber sighed. And then there was Harry. He’d already made her feel things - things she hadn’t thought she’d ever feel. He was a loyal friend and a kind soul, yes, but there was more. He made her feel...like she had a heartbeat again.

Finishing her Coke, Amber settled into her seat to watch the rest of the show. The crowd cheered when Harry’s band started into one of his big hits. With a smile, Amber clapped her hands and sang along. She noticed Jeffrey watching her, a grin on his face as he patted her arm.

Sometime towards the end of the concert, Amber looked up to see a tall figure coming down the aisle. Taking the empty seat next to her, Brendan leaned over to whisper.

“I just talked to Carter,” he said. “He wants to talk to you.”

Amber grimaced. “Too bad. I don’t wanna talk to him.”

“He wants to apologize.”

Leaning forward, Amber glared at him incredulously. “Are you fucking kidding me? For what exactly? Because as far as I see, I have a long list of apologies I’m long overdue. And he’s a little late. Tell him he can fuck off.”

“Amber-” Brendan began before Jeff cut him off.

“Hey, pssst,” he interrupted as he leaned over to address them both. “I don’t think this is the time nor the place to discuss this.”

“You’re right,” Amber nodded.

Brendan was silent until the song ended, then whispered in Amber’s ear again.

“Just so you know,” he said, “I’m on your side. He shouldn’t have grabbed you like that. I don’t know what his deal was, but that’s not cool.”

Shutting her eyes slowly, Amber inhaled. “Thanks Bren. But just so you know...that wasn’t the first time.”

Lifting her arm, Amber stretched it out flat across the arm rest, revealing the purple bruise. Even in the darkness of the arena, it was visible.

“Shit, Amber. I’m sorry. I had...no idea,” Brendan confessed, shaking his head.

With a mere nod, Amber lowered her arm, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Turning her focus back to the stage, she watched as Harry performed his final song, an emotional number that brought the tears again. She didn’t mind, however. This time it was therapeutic, and she knew there would be more tears to come as she had a very difficult decision to make.

“This is probably my favorite song,” Carter mused, his fingertips lightly grazing across Amber’s shoulder as she laid on top of him.

“Really?” Amber mumbled against his chest, letting the classic George Strait song tickle her ears. “Hmm. Yeah, it’s a good one.”

“What’s your favorite song?”

“Don’t think I have one.”

“What? A singer always has a favorite song,” Carter argued. “You kinda have to, right?”

“Mmm, no, I disagree. I think it’s because I’m a singer that I don’t have a favorite. I love them all...like they’re a part of me. Or my children,” Amber giggled.

His hand roaming down her back, Carter was silent for a moment until a sound rose from his chest. “Hmm, I get that. Never really thought about it before, but it makes sense.”

“I’m glad you get me, Carter,” Amber remarked with a sigh. “Nobody else does.”

Slithering her naked body off of his, she reached for the glass on the nightstand that they’d been sharing and took a swig of the golden liquor.

“Hey. I doubt that’s true,” said Carter. “But I’m glad it makes you glad.”

With a slight smirk, Amber sat back on her knees and handed the glass to Carter. He took it eagerly as his free hand slipped up her stomach and cupped her breast.

“Can I ask you something?” he inquired, setting the glass back down.

���Depends…” Amber shrugged, her long hair falling down and around her shoulders.

“How many guys have you been with?”

“Ummm…” she paused, unsure if she wanted to answer.

Raising his brows, Carter took in her expression. “A lot?”

“How many is a lot?”

Carter chuckled nervously. “I don’t know. More than twenty?”

“God, no!” Amber swatted a hand at his chest.

“Alright, so ballpark.”

With another shrug, Amber grabbed at the sheets, twisting them in her hands. “I don’t think I wanna say.”

“More than ten?”

Amber shook her head. “No.”

She heard him sigh as he threw his arm behind his head. “Okay.”

The silence floated between them as the song changed to a modern country hit.

“How old were you…” Carter asked finally, “your first time?”

Stalling her answer, Amber lingered for a while before she laid down beside him. She smiled when he reached for her, his fingers finding their familiar spot on her lower back.

“Fifteen,” she replied softly.

“Hmm. Me too. Too bad I didn’t know you.”

“Oh?” Amber grinned. “Are you sorry I wasn’t your first?”

“Nuh uh,” Carter shook his head. “Sorry I wasn’t yours.”

Amber could hear the muffled voices as she drifted in and out of sleep. When Harry’s concert had ended, she’d been prepared to return to her room. But after hearing that Carter was wanting to see her, Jeff insisted it was best she stayed with him until he knew what to do about her drummer. Sitting on the sofa in Harry’s dressing room, she’d found herself starting to get sleepy - if not a little bored - so she’d crawled up on it, grabbing one of Harry’s pillows as she inhaled the intoxicating scent of his burning candle.

“I don’t want him anywhere near her,” she heard Harry remark. Though his tone was not a malicious one, his words revealed his level of anger.

“I think that should be her decision to make,” argued Jeff.

“Wha’ are you fuckin’ kiddin�� me, mate?” Harry exclaimed, his accent thickening as his irate words spewed from his lips. “If he lays one more finger on her-”

“I know, H, I agree with you there. But we don’t actually know for sure that he’s touched her.”

“She’s got a fuckin’ bruise on her arm, Jeffrey! I saw it! I know it was him. She wouldn’t tell me the truth; she gave me some bloody excuse about running into the wall. But I know it was him!”

“You can’t prove that, Harry. And even if it’s true, it’s her word against h-”

“Don’t fucking say it, mate!” she heard Harry growl. “Don’t you dare fucking say that!”

At those words, Amber stretched and sat up. “Could you guys stop talking about me like I’m not here?”

Both men glared at her then, their expressions of surprise mixed with concern.

“Sorry, Amber,” Harry sighed, his shoulders falling.

“Yeah...sorry,” Jeff muttered. “We thought you were asleep.”

“Well who could sleep with all this racket?”

With a sheepish grin, Harry crossed the room to sit beside her. “How are you feeling?” he asked tenderly, if not apprehensively.

“Exhausted. Worried. A little hungry if I’m being honest.”

“Oh,” Harry sounded, looking up at their manager. “Get her something to eat, Jeffrey.”

Amber watched the two men exchange looks, followed by an unspoken conversation with their eyes, eyebrows and hands that made her giggle.

“Seriously guys, I can find my own food,” she announced, rising from the couch.

“No!” Harry and Jeff yelled in unison. Then her manager spoke alone. “I can...get you something. Anything particular you’re hungry for?”

Amber shrugged. “Honestly, a sandwich is fine.”

“No, you had that earlier,” Harry argued. “You need real food.”

Amber rolled her eyes as Jeffrey declared he’d find something. As soon as he left the dressing room, Amber heard another sigh from Harry. Looking over at him, she took in his stare.

“Okay, you can stop looking at me like I’m a china doll,” she said.

“Sorry. I’m just...worried about you.”

Amber gazed down at her hands, twisting the silver ring on her right pointer.

“I’m worried too,” she admitted. “I think we both know what I have to do.”

Harry nodded. “You know, Jeffrey can find a replacement. I don’t reckon it would be too hard to find another drummer...at least for the rest of the tour.”

“Yeah. That’s not the part I’m worried about.”

As her body began to shake with held back sobs, Harry scooted closer to her on the sofa, his hand running up her back until it reached her shoulder.

“Hey,” he whispered softly as Amber let out a tiny cry. “C’mere.”

Amber allowed his arms to pull her against him, his warm embrace comforting her once again as she whimpered.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he promised. “Maybe not right away, but it will be. Everything’s gonna work out.”

“What if it doesn’t, Harry?” she cried. “What if...I have to leave?”

“Leave? What do you mean?”

Amber lifted her head to look at him, his calm and questioning eyes causing another tear to fall from hers. He immediately swiped it away with the pad of his thumb, his touch so gentle yet so fleeting, she felt empty inside as soon as it was over.

“Why would you have to leave?” Harry asked again.

“Because…” she gulped. “I’ve caused so much trouble already. Carter’s probably never gonna talk to me again, and Brendan and Johnny are gonna be mad at me-”

“Hey!” Harry interrupted, his brows furrowed. “Amber. None of this is your fault. Don’t ever think that.”

Shaking her head, Amber hiccupped. “It is though. If I hadn’t come on this tour… Jeff’s already having to deal with my shit, and we only just started. I knew how Carter was and his feelings towards me, and I guess I couldn’t stop it-”

“Amber,” Harry interjected again as his hand traveled up her bruised arm. “What has he done to you?”

His eyes pleaded for her honesty, and with a sigh, Amber knew she had to tell the truth.

“You were right,” she admitted. “I lied about running into the wall.”

Sitting back, his chest falling, Harry took her hand. “What happened?”

Sniffling, she recalled the evening, just over twenty-four hours ago, although now it felt like eons.

“He was angry,” she muttered. “We’d just eaten burgers in my room and...he was angry that I was leaving to meet with you.”

Harry’s eyes were locked on her face, his jaw set, and she knew he was waiting for her to continue.

“He grabbed me and twisted my arm. Then he held me down on the bed.”

Amber watched Harry’s stone expression as he exhaled through his nose. “Has he...done that before?”

“No. Well...yeah. He’s pushed me against the wall a couple times. Gotten in my face and called me names. He gets kind of out of control like that when he’s pissed off and drunk. But he’s never hit me.”

His shoulders falling with a sigh, Harry looked like he might cry. “Amber…”

“I know, I’m defending him,” she shrugged, wiping another tear. “It’s just...we’ve been through so much, I know he still cares about me…”

“No!” Harry shouted, making her jump. “No, Amber, he doesn’t! How can you say that?”

“Harry, I probably wouldn’t even have this band if it wasn’t for him!”

Amber took in the incredulous look on Harry’s face just as the door flew open, and Jeff returned.

“Food’s on its way,” he explained. His gaze followed the two faces on the couch, his eyebrows lifting in question. “What’s going on?”

Running a ringed hand through his hair, Harry leaned back. “She told me how she got that bruise.”

“And?”

“I was right.”

Jeffrey looked at Amber, then Harry and back. “You know you can press charges.”

Amber shook her head slowly. “No.”

“Of course not,” Harry rolled his eyes as he dropped his hand on the couch next to him, exasperated.

“Something I should know?” Jeff inquired.

“I think I’ve caused enough trouble here,” muttered Amber as she rose from the couch. “Thanks for the food, Jeff, but I think I’ll just get something sent to my room.”

“Amber,” called Harry as she reached the door.

“What’s going on here?” Jeff asked again.

Tears began to stream down her face rapidly as Amber turned around to face them both.

“I’m so sorry,” she cried. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen, but it is my fault. You’ve both been so kind to me, but I don’t deserve it. I have way too much baggage for either of you to handle. It was stupid of me to think I could do this. I should go home now.”

“No!” both men exclaimed in unison.

Rising from the sofa, Harry crossed the room. “Amber. I’m sorry I got angry. I just...I don’t understand how you can continue to cling to-”

Ending his thought, he could tell he was letting his emotions affect his words. Reaching his hand for hers, he looked into her eyes. “Please don’t go, love. It’s gonna be okay. We’ll get through this. Jeffrey will get you a new drummer. And I’ll be here to help...in any way I can. Because I’m your friend...and because...I care about you.”

Amber stared at his hand that he’d pressed to his chest to seal his promise. Wiping another tear away, she shrugged.

“Honestly, I don’t know why you do, seeing as I keep screwing things up-”

“Shhh,” he sounded as he pulled her into another hug. “Stop with that.”

Amber let him hold her for a few moments, her crying subsiding as she laid her head on his shoulder. Soon, a knock sounded on the door and the two of them stepped back while Jeff answered it. Bringing in two large bags, he placed them on the table and began unloading their contents. Wiping her eyes, Amber felt her stomach rumble.

“Wow that smells amazing,” she commented, walking to the couch.

Displayed before her was an enormous bowl of some kind of chicken pasta, a caesar salad and breadsticks.

“Eat up,” said Jeff with a grin.

“Hey, where’s mine?” Harry quipped.

Giving him an eye roll and a smirk, Jeff pulled out a large container filled with greens and handed it to him.

“I knew you wouldn’t forget me,” Harry chortled as he sat beside Amber.

“So, Amber,” offered Jeffrey as he took a nearby chair, “I know you probably don’t want to make any decisions right now, but under the circumstances, I don’t think it’s safe for you to be anywhere near Carter.”

“I know,” she agreed meekly.

“You’re supposed to be on the road soon to our next destination,” he continued. “I know you said you don’t want to press any charges, but with the time crunch, we do need to decide if we’re getting a replacement.”

Amber stole a glance at Harry before looking back at her manager. “Yes. I think we should.” She felt a hand press softly on her back as she let out a deep breath.

“Good. Then I will now leave you to your dinner, while I go have a little chat and make some phone calls,” Jeff announced. “Call or text me if you need anything.”

“Thanks, Jeff,” said Amber, the warm breadstick melting in her mouth as Harry’s hand gingerly rubbed up and down her back.

“I’m so proud of you,” she heard him say when the door shut.

Pausing the fork in her hand, she looked up at him. “Thanks.”

Leaning forward, Harry placed a short, soft kiss on the top of her head. The tender touch seemed to flip her entire insides all the way to her toes like the feeling of the descending drop on a roller coaster. Biting her lip, she eyed Harry’s big ass salad and giggled.

“What?” he asked, a cute expression of inquiry on his face.

“You eat like a rabbit.”

Harry chuckled then, the sound ringing through the room. Amber felt her stomach twinge again, like the feeling of a thousand butterflies dancing.

“I’d offer you some of this,” she said, “but you probably don’t eat carbs.”

With a smirk, Harry reached over and swiped a cream-covered noodle, popping it into his mouth.

“Ooh, one noodle,” Amber joked, her eyes wide. “Call the pasta police now!”

Shaking his head, a shit-eating grin on his face, Harry reached for his water bottle.

“Oh. Cheers,” said Amber, opening her own bottle.

Harry raised a brow. “A toast?”

“Why not. But you go.”

“Alright,” Harry cleared his throat and raised his water. “To Amber Crosby. The bravest girl I know.”

Her smile faltering, Amber reluctantly tapped her bottle against Harry’s.

“I don’t know about that,” she remarked.

“I do,” declared Harry. “You keep saying you’ve been through a lot. This is just one more thing, love. You can get through this, too. I know you can. I believe in you.”

Blinking to keep the tears at bay, Amber gave a small smile. “Thank you, Harry. I just wish I could believe in me, too.”

The hotel was peaceful and still when they made their way back at the wee hours of the morning. Jeffrey had called Harry, asking to be put on speaker phone as he explained his settlement. Carter was no longer part of the tour, nor part of the band. Apparently there had been some kind of row, Carter getting angry and overturning a chair and punching a wall when Jeff had given him the news, to which Harry had not been surprised. Security arrived, and Carter had then broken down in tears, begging to speak to Amber. When Jeff had told him he didn’t think that was a good idea, he’d thrown his belongings in his suitcase and announced he was leaving on the next flight.

Jeffrey had security escort them to the hotel and see them to the elevator. Stepping off the lift, Harry looked both ways before heading for Amber’s door, the silence almost overwhelming. Jumping at the sound of another door opening, he exhaled when he saw it was only Clare.

“Hi,” she greeted quietly. “I heard what happened. Is everything okay?”

“It will be,” Harry sighed, stealing a peek at Amber who nodded.

Without a word, Clare gave Amber a sympathetic look before opening her arms. Amber walked right into them, allowing the friendly embrace.

“I’m so sorry,” Clare murmured. “I should have known.”

“How could you have known?” asked Harry.

“Women’s intuition. She gave hints, so I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t pick up on it exactly.”

“It’s okay, Clare,” said Amber. “I didn’t really want anyone to know.”

Looking at her tear-stained face, Clare cupped her cheek. “I understand.”

With one last hug, Clare said goodnight and returned to her room. Harry stood and examined the empty hallway while he waited for Amber to retrieve her key. Jeffrey had asked that he keep an eye on her until she went to bed, and he was determined to do just that. In fact, he would have done it regardless of Jeff’s order.

Pushing her door open, Amber turned to Harry with a bashful grin. “I’d invite you in for a nightcap, but I guess that’s pretty much out of the question now.”

“Yeah,” he blinked, “but I would like to make sure you’re okay. If...that’s okay with you.”

“Of course.”

Stepping into the room, Harry made sure the door was locked behind him before turning around. Amber stood next to the dresser, removing her earrings and bracelets. Despite everything that had happened in the last few hours, she still looked remarkable, her cheeks glowing a peachy-pink that matched the cute little dress she wore, her long hair in curls that cascaded down her back. Harry thought about how resilient she was. He still didn’t know her entire backstory, but he hoped that little by little he could chip away at the stone, and she’d let him in completely.

“I could really use a shower,” she announced as she sat on the bed to remove her boots. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all.”

“I’ll just be a few minutes,” she promised, shutting the bathroom door.

Harry sat on the bed as he heard the shower begin and scrolled through his phone. He was halfway deciding to tweet a thank you to his fans for coming to the show when a knock sounded on the door. Perplexed, since most everyone was asleep by now, he wondered if it was Jeffrey. Crossing the room, he shoved his phone in his pocket.

“Who is it?” he called firmly, but not too loud.

When no one replied, he heard another knock, this one more emphatic than the one before.

“Harry?” Amber called from the bathroom.

“I’m here!” he assured her.

“Okay. I thought I heard someone knocking.”

Deciding not to inquire who it was again, Harry unlocked the door and opened it just a crack as he remained behind it.

“Amber!” the voice growled. Shit.

Stepping around the door, Harry let himself be known as Carter stared him down.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked Harry.

“I should be asking you that.”

“I need to talk to Amber,” confessed Carter.

“I don’t think you do.”

Just then, the sound of the bathroom door opening startled them both as Amber emerged, a towel wrapped around her body.

“Amber!” Carter bellowed, using his shoulder to try to push the door open.

“What’s he doing here?” she gasped with wide eyes. “Leave me alone!”

“Amber, you have to hear me out, please!”

“I don’t have to do anything!” she yelled. Then she looked at Harry with pleading eyes.

“Time for you to go, mate, she doesn’t want to see you,” Harry explained, nudging the door.

“Don’t tell me what to do you, you son of a bitch! And stop calling me mate! This is all your fault! I got kicked out of the band because of you!”

“I reckon that was all your doing, Carter. Now, please leave.”

Ignoring his plea, Carter tried his best to push the door open as he continued to call out to Amber. Suddenly losing his footing, Harry stumbled back as Carter succeeded, barging into the room. Amber screamed as she backed into the table, clutching her towel.

“Amber, please!” cried Carter. “I won’t hurt you! I just need to talk to you!”

“Like hell you do!” called another voice.

Carter turned to see the stern faces of his now ex-manager and ex-bandmates.

“I believe you were leaving,” said Jeffrey, folding his arms across his chest.

“The fuck is this?” shouted Carter.

“Everything okay here, Mr. Azoff?” asked another voice just as the security guard made his way through the crowd.

“Yes. Please see that this young man gets escorted downstairs. There’s a car waiting to take him to the airport,” replied Jeff.

The security guard gave a quick ‘yes sir’ and reached for Carter, who resisted. With a look of disdain, he glared at Amber, then Harry before reluctantly following the guard out of the room. Momentarily shaken up, Harry noticed Amber in the corner, still clutching her towel as she sobbed. Crossing the room, he took her into his arms where she once again cried against his chest.

“Amber, we’re so sorry!” called Johnny from the hallway.

“Yeah, Amber,” Brendan echoed.

“That’s enough guys, we’ll all discuss it tomorrow,” conveyed Jeff as he reached for the handle and let the door shut, leaving Harry and Amber alone.

“Harry…” Amber whimpered, her body trembling.

“Shhh, it’s alright,” Harry cooed as he held her tight. “He’s gone now.”

After several deep breaths, Amber made a sound, making Harry lift his head.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I’m...not dressed,” she blushed. “How embarrassing.”

With a slight twitch of his lips, Harry stepped back, releasing her. “Would you like me to turn away?”

“No, um...I’ll just grab something and go to the bathroom.”

Still wanting to show some courtesy, Harry turned his back as she reached in her bag and made a beeline for the toilet. When she returned, her oversized t-shirt barely grazing the bottoms of her little shorts, he tried his best not to stare as he sat on the bed.

“Thanks…” she said shyly as she stood before him, running a brush through her damp hair, “...for staying. And everything.”

Harry merely nodded, unsure what else to say that he hadn’t already said.

“I’m so ashamed.”

“I promise, I didn’t even take a peek, love,” Harry claimed, holding up his hands.

“No,” Amber blushed again, dropping her brush on the table and taking a seat next to him, “not about that.”

“What for?”

“Because…” she sniffled, “I thought he had to hit me for it to...you know.”

His face falling, Harry nodded slowly. “I know.”

“I just…” Amber bit her lip. “I thought no one would believe me. That it was my fault because I’d told him I didn’t wanna be with him like that anymore. I thought I owed it to him to continue being in a band with him even though we weren’t together. That I’d led him on with the flirting and the drinking and…”

“Shhh, baby,” Harry lifted his finger to silence her, pressing it to her lips. “It’s alright now.”

He stared at her pretty tear-stained face, her blue eyes full of innocence and longing. He was unsure why he’d let the term of endearment fall from his lips, but he didn’t regret it. Sliding his finger away from her mouth, he brushed away another stray tear from her cheek as she continued to stare at him.

“I’m scared, Harry,” she admitted quietly. “Please help me. I don’t know how to do this alone.”

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I’m doing a reread of Fear and Flame. Question- Are we going to find out what happened between Remi and Violet by the lake? Remi refers to something that happened there a few times.

Also, it’s so hard to read the first half of the story. It’s so angsty and Remi’s pain bleeds off the page, which is a compliment to your writing. My heart just breaks for her. I hate that the first few months are so awful for her, especially compared to Violet.

The first part of the story is definitely hard and I know a lot of people found it tough to read, a few people told me they wanted to DNF and I know some people probably did, but I wanted it to be real. I poured so much of myself into it. I kind of was on that journey with her 🖤

She's definitely still struggling with herself in Truth & Talon, but she's also in a much better place, so I hope that will shine through.

Despite how frustrated I am and how upsetting it is that I won’t be able to see Xaden this week…I look around at the people in front of me, at what I have today compared to six months ago—at the sister who wants me around—and I wouldn’t trade it. Not for anything. 

So about that first part... *laughs nervously* I'm hoping I'm thinking of the same thing, if not, I've forgotten about it, but do we mean this?

"It terrifies me, that what you felt drew that sound out of Lía." She says softly, smile faltering. "If you're sad or you're scared, Remi, I want you to come to me." Her tone is gentle. "Let me help you, even if all you need is a hug." My heart twists a little and I swallow harshly, gritting my teeth as I nod, thinking back to that night by the Iakobos. Maybe things really will be different from now on. "Ok."

If so, then she's referring to this night, which really hurt her:

She shakes her head. “Rem.” She looks at me seriously. “You want to know why I’ve been so angry with you?” She asks. “It’s because nothing has changed. We’ve been thrown into this—this crazy big, death trap of a circus and you’re—you’ve just given up.”

My breath hitches. “It’s not giving up, Vi. I’m just facing facts.” I tell her. “I’m not very likely to survive in here. I knew that from the moment Lilith laid down her decree and told us we’d be coming here.” I shake my head and despite my best efforts, a few tears fall from my eyes. “I’m ok with it, really. I just want you to make it.”

Violet shakes her head. “If I can do it—”

“I’m not you!” I cut her off, almost yelling in the darkness, underneath the trees. “I’m not you, Vi.” Tears are streaming down my face. “I’m not you and I’m not Mira and I’m not Bren.” I cry. “I don’t want to be a dragon rider. I’m fucking terrified of heights.” I choke out. “Even if I made it past the Gauntlet—and I don’t think I will—no dragon is going to bond with someone who’s terrified of being in the air.”

“I’m fucking scared, Vi.” I sob. “And I’m tired. I’m so, so tired. I just want to give up, ok? I’d rather die on the mat, than falling.” Because that happens all the time after Threshing. Riders fall from their fucking dragons and die.

We stare at each other and I watch as Violet’s face turns from shock to anger. “So what?” She glares, “you’re just going to give up and leave me here all alone?” She steps forward and shoves me, bodily. “You think I’m not fucking scared?!”

“I think you’re adaptable.” I say truthfully. “I think you’re strong where I’m weak. I think you can do it.” I shake my head. “This is…a pointless argument.” I tell her. “I don’t want to fight with you.”

“And I don’t want to lose you.”

We stare at each other.

“You don’t even like me.” The words leave my mouth, unbidden.

[kaiannae]

Life update (in lack of Starling update)

So, I think I would like to avoid another "going dark" episode like the one from the last two-three months. That one was because of war, and war is still very much present, but at the moment, my lack of writing is mostly due to other matters. CW Cat Medical Stuff: I have a cat. My mother is his human, but I take care of him and I love him very much. Unfortunately, he started feeling unwell two weeks ago on monday morning. He hid all sunday night, he wouldn't eat all day, he was not moving from his hidey hole, I was worried. I called the vet monday evening after confirming he was feeling worse and worse, and was instructed to give first aid painkillers and bring him the next morning. Since then, its been an ordeal of unclear diagnosis. Obvious infection without a source. My vet is very professional, but even after hospitalizing him for close care, going through multiple in-depth tests and giving him broad antibiotics, he wouldn't eat, while the tests were showing nothing but a sourceeless infection. Eventually I was sent with him to a vet hospital to do a specialized ultrasound. That too showed inconclusive results but there were enough findings to make my vet press for an abdominal operation. Its very lucky that they did, and very lucky that they insisted on doing it that same eveing. Turns out the poor thing had a gall bladder infection, which did not show in blood tests or ultrasound, and somewhere in the few hours between the last ultrasound and the operation the gall ate a hole in his stomach and it was leaking into his abdoman. The operation saved him in the nick of time, though it was touch and go for a couple of days. It is now the third day of him being back at home, he has a feeding tube and has to be tube fed 6 times a day. He also gets 9 types of meds, some of which need to be taken with food, some away from food, so I am his home nurse for the next two weeks at least, that assuming he'll keep improving. END CW Cat Medical Stuff. And as if to add insult to injury, I've been feeling ill since the begining of this week, and after testing negative at first, I am now positive for COVID and feeling it heavily. In fact, my mother now has COVID too and she needs care as well. So to summarise, I hardly have time to sleep, so investing myself in the angsty Bren and Fairy PoV enough to write is not really working right now. I must focus on taking care of parent and cat, and though I don't know how much the vet bill is yet (still pending on that) I do know its going to be in the several thousands, so I must focus on that as well. (Sadly, if you don't have pet insurance, any intensive care or test costs a fortune here.) So, please stay tuned as I try to restore some order to my life and calm things down a bit. The wizards are still very much on my mind, in fact, they are one of the things keeping me sane at the moment. If you like my writing and would like to tip me on Ko-fi, there's a link in the header of my page, or you can just search Kaiannae. (sadly I hardly uderstand Kofi, but I know the page works. I intended to make an actual content page there but never got the time with everything that's happened in the last few months.) It would all go towards bills and would be very much appreciated. Also, if you'd like to see or have an idea for a short oneshot you always wanted to see with the wizards, Starling AU or just Shadowgast, feel free to toss them in my direction. I might not be able to invest myself in my main writing right now, but I might be able to do a short thing as I wait for feeding times to post seperately for ya'll, especially night feeding times... Again, I apologize for the wait. Please stay tuned.

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FEELING ANGSTY

carson and bren-

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😳😳😳 well that’s one way to get what you want 🥵🥵

Forgive Me - Brennan Sorrengail

Request: "Your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.” (enemies to lovers vibe)

Summary: In a matter of moments, the man you thought you knew becomes someone you barely know. Desperate to get your attention again, he corners you to find out why.

Warnings: 18+, smut, NSFW, orgasm denial, oral (f receiving), fingering, slight praise, angst.

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I avert my gaze as his eyes meet mine across the throne room. All week he’s tried to catch my eye, try talk to me, do whatever he can to get my attention. But having the identity of someone I thought I knew completely flipped definitely had me questioning a lot.

I always knew he kept things from me, unable to tell me everything that was going on with the rebellion. But somehow this hurt more. I remember the way my heart dropped as Mira reacted to seeing him. The recognition in her eyes before anger took over and punched him. And that’s when it clicked. I’d barely seen him around Violet when we’d brought her here. And when I did, I had clearly missed their reunion. But seeing all three of them together had made the pieces all click into place.

I remember the panic in his eyes as he’d looked over and seen me, seen my reaction to what I had figured out. I’d quickly turned and run off, not wanting to talk to him incase I said something I would come to regret later. That was over a week ago.

”We’ll need a volunteer to leave right after this meeting and scout out these locations.” His voice breaking me out of my thoughts.

Garrick goes to raise his hand to volunteer like he always does. “I’ll go,” I call out as I push off the wall, drawing the attention to me.

It wasn’t uncommon for me to go out on patrol when I was here, but I never volunteered first. Usually waiting to see if they needed extra riders.

Brennan goes to object but Xaden cuts him off as he pushes past him to hand me a scroll. “All the locations are listed in there, as well as what we want to confirm. I’d recommend memorising it and disposing of it before you go.”

I don’t meet Brennan’s eye as I take the scroll from Xaden and return to my position on the wall next to Bodhi and Garrick. I feel them eyeing me, clearly noting something was up. But they know better than to question me, knowing it was better to leave me be till I talked to them. Which wasn’t happening any time soon. Not till I was back at least.

As soon as we are dismissed I bolt out the door to go grab my pack from my room. Luckily it was already packed and ready to go, deciding it was better to have it ready in case I needed to leave at a moments notice. And right now I was very much thanking past me for that decision.

My door bangs closed behind me as I kneel on the floor, reaching under my bed for my pack, fingers curling around the leather strap as I pull it from under the bed. I quickly unlatch the top, making sure everything is still there. Satisfied I have everything I need I fasten it closed before grabbing the flight jacket I’d left on my bed this morning.

With both items secured in my hands, I turn to leave the room to make one last pit stop at the kitchens to grab some food and water to tide me over for a day or two. But as I open the door and step into the hallway I collide with something very solid, strong hands grasping my arms to stop me from falling over.

The familiar smell of parchment, mint and a smell I’ve now associated with trees meets my nose. I don’t even have to look up to know who stands in my way, who is holding my arms so tightly it hurts a little.

”You’re not going anywhere till we talk,” he says softly, as if scared I’ll run away. Impossible seeing as he’s blocking the entire doorway, no way for my to sneak past him.

I should have known he would follow me, or at least come here to find me. I should have forgotten my pack and headed straight to the kitchen and my dragon. But I’d come here, just like he knew I would.

He pushes on my arms, guiding us back into my room as he kicks the door closed behind him. I swear I hear it lock into place as I turn and sit on the edge of my bed.

”There’s nothing to talk about.” I mutter, casting my eyes downwards to the floor as I drop my pack next top me with a loud thud.

I hear him exhale loudly, almost like he’s laughing. “I beg to differ love. You’ve been ignoring me all week. You’ll barely look me in the eye.” I feel the bed sink slightly as he sits next to me. “So we need to talk. Please.”

I don’t know why but my anger flairs, more than it has all week. “You want to talk?” I snap back as I stand, turning to look down and meet his eyes for the first time all week. “Fine, lets talk about how I had to find out you aren’t who I thought you were and if it wasn’t for seeing how Mira reacted to you I would have no idea. To me you would still be Brennan Aisereigh, the Lieutenant Colonel I’d started stupidly falling for. But no, you’re the long lost, thought to be dead son of General Lilith Sorrengail, who also happens to be one of the reasons my parents are dead!”

The silence is deafening as we stare at each other, my chest rising and falling heavily as a tear rolls down my cheek. His amber eyes following it as it trails down my cheek before dropping to the floor. I see the sadness and guilt in his amber eyes as they look back up at mine. It makes me want to run into his arms, go back to normal or as close as we can, go back to whatever it was we were doing. But my brain screams at me not to. Feeling betrayed at what I’d learnt.

”I wanted to tell you, trust me I did.” His voice wavering slightly as I scoff at his words, shaking my head in disbelief as I turn away. “But I couldn’t risk it getting out who I really was. Especially if someone got captured.”

I know he’s right. With signets like Dain’s out there, it wasn’t safe to know that kind of information. You could withstand all the torture in the world, and they’d still find out. All that training we get put through would have been for nothing. But it still hurts so much.

I startle as he lays a hand on my shoulder. I go to step away but his hand tightens as he turns me around to face him. Being this close to him makes my heart scream to forgive him, to pull him into an embrace, to take him to my bed and to forgive it all.

”Can you forgive me? I can’t lose you.” He pleads, his hands reaching up to cup my face.

I clamp my eyes shut, releasing a shaky breath as I prepare myself for the words about to leave my mouth. “I-I’m sorry. I can’t.” His hands twitching slightly. No, they’re shaking. And he’s trying to stop it.

He leans his forehead against mine, his head shaking slightly. “Open your eyes.” A slight shake in his voice. “Just look at me.”

I slowly open my eyes, a tear escaping as I look up at him. He must see something in them, the corners of his mouthing curling upwards ever so slightly. A slight spark of hope visible in his amber eyes.

“You can. I can see it. Your eyes are already saying yes.” His thumbs caressing my cheeks. “Now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.”

I open my mouth to object, to tell him no. But my words get lost as he brings his lips to mine. At first the kiss is slow, cautious, as if testing out who I’ll react. If I’ll push him away. Or if I’ll pull him in. I feel his body relax, as if sighing with relief when my lips move against his, my hands grabbing onto him. My brain screams at me to stop, but I was gone the second his lips touched mine. The kiss quickly becomes heated, his hands sliding from my face as he starts pulling at my flight leathers, loosening them with ease. I quickly become putty in his hands as his lips leave mine, kissing down my neck so delicately it has me shivering with each kiss.

I go to start removing his clothes, but Brennan’s strong hands grasp mine tightly, halting my movements as he looks down at me, shaking his head slightly. “Not tonight love, this is all about you ok?” All I can manage is a nod, my words lost. “Now take off your clothes.”

Despite halting my attempts to remove his clothes, he removes a few layers before walking backwards, laying down in my bed as his amber eyes wander over me. I do as he says, shrugging out of the leathers he had started to undo, before kicking off my boots to remove my pants, leaving me in just my underwear. I go to remove it, but he shakes his head, motioning with a hand to walk over to the bed.

I walk over to the bed, stopping at the edge as I wait for Brennan to tell me what he wants. He reaches out and takes my hand in his as he pulls me onto the bed, his other hand guiding my leg so I straddle him over his chest. I look down at him confused, unsure why he’s positioned me so high up. My confusion doesn’t last long, Brennan shuffling down on the bed so he rests right between my legs. I go to protest, but my words die on my tongue as he rips my underwear, tossing them aside before he dives between my legs.

”Oh fuck.” I exclaim loudly, a hand fisting in Brennan’s curls as his tongue delves between my folds.

He lets out a deep groan as my fingers tighten in his hair, the vibrations sending shivers through my body, amplifying the feeling of his tongue between my legs. His hands grip my hips tightly, pulling me further onto this mouth, giving him better access.

It’s not long before I succumb to the pleasure, my hips grinding down on his face earning another deep groan from Brennan as his fingers dig more into the flesh of my hips as he feasts on me like a starved man. His tongue swirling and flicking over my sensitive spots in the best way, obscene sounds filling the room.

”You taste so good my love.” He mumbles against me as he pulls back slightly, placing a kiss to my inner thigh.

I feel him chuckle as my hips seek out his mouth again, wanting to feel him between my legs again. This time his mouth seeks out my clit, his tongue flicking across the sensitive nub causing a shiver which nearly as me clamping my thighs around his head.

”Oh gods, yes!” I cry out as his fingers join the mix, pumping in and out of me.

I feel the it building inside of me, the coil building up tightly, ready to uncoil at any moment. My walls clamping down around his fingers as he curls them in just the right way to have me gasping and moaning. I whimper as Brennan removes his fingers from inside me, slowly circling around my entrance as he teases me, denying me of the climax I now desperately want as I try to sink back down on his fingers.

”P-please Bren.” I plead as he moves his fingers away again as I try seek them out.

”Only if you forgive me.” He teases, turning his head to nip softly at the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

I nod feverishly down at him, desperate to finish. Desperate to feel his fingers inside me. “Yes. I forgive you.”

”That's my girl.”

I gasp loudly as his fingers push back inside me, pumping in and out faster than before, his lips latching around my clit as his tongue resumes the familiar rhythm I’ve grown to love. My body is quick to respond, the coil tightening in me again, my hips grinding back and forth to chase more. And as he curls his fingers inside me, the coil unravels. Clamping down around his fingers as my orgasm rips through me. His name falling from lips as I fall apart above him. His tongue and fingers not letting up as they milk my orgasm from me. Slowly my orgasm subsides, Brennan sliding back up the bed as he pulls me against him, cradling me against his chest as his hands rub up and down my back.

”Told you I’d get your mouth to forgive me.”

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[ifiwereawriter]

fanfic prompt brainrot while watching perrier's bounty

"passion, fire" each word ripping holes through his already worn façade of a heart

"well, call in later, let me know how it goes..." "I will." and this was why Shamie felt he had the license to start sleeping around. she was already seeing that boy in her building... surely they weren't as close as that without sleeping together too.

one other thing on michael's mind was the question, "what's going to happen to Brenda if he carked it?" so when the dingbat she was dating tried to fight him for an apology, this was his moment.

cillian/michael rummaging through drawers in the dark like a common criminal is so hot

I can just tell that Michael treats strangers kindly

angsty oneshot where bren and michael are on the edge of breaking up bc they don't communicate properly

[critter-rarepair-reccs]

We are halfway through another week, my friends, and so we have yet another recc list for you! This week, we have twelve angsty fics! As always, you can find them below the cut and if you check any of them out, I encourage you to leave kudoes and comments to spread the rarepair love 💕

I Have Been A Fool For Lesser Things by A_Orbit (3,149 words, Teen) Pairing: Veth Brenatto/Caleb Widogast (Widobrave) Warnings: None

Trying to get a hotel room for the night leads to Caleb and Nott pretending to be married to each other. Fluff and angst.

Reccer Says: Amazing character voices!

Looking for a feeling that I can't remember by CatcherWrites (2,684 words, Teen) Pairing: Ashton Greymoore/Laudna Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Swearing, General Laudna and Ashton Trauma

Team Issylra are making camp by a river when Ashton and Laudna discuss how slow their hair grows. Angsty conversations ensue and they make a pact to cut each others hair.

Reccer Says: It's not too heavy of a fic but that doesn't take away from the tragic implications.

The Last Safe House in Rexxentrum by Operafloozy (13,266 words, Explicit) Pairing: Astrid Beck/Original Female Character Warnings: Unhappy Ending, Modify Memory, Discussion of Feeblemind

Five years before a group of misfits came together in Trostenwald, Astrid Beck asks a stranger to look into some potentially modified memories.

Reccer Says: It's a juicy and complicated look at how Astrid might have reacted to Bren's escape, from an outsider's point of view.

polishing the apple eris threw to shake the dead leaves down by grayintogreen (3,558 words, Teen) Pairing: Cree Deeproots/Lucien Tavelle Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Minor Character Death

A Locked Tomb fusion fic featuring Necromancer!Cree and Cavalier!Lucien and the horrifying implications of the Lyctor process.

Reccer Says: I enjoyed it!

though the scars remain by amateurwordbender (1,472 words, Teen) Pairing: Astrid Beck/Eadwulf Grieve (Blumenduo) Warnings: Implied/Referenced Torture

Astrid is punished for letting the Mighty Nein escape, and she and Eadwulf talk about it.

Reccer Says: So much juicy Blumentrio angst packed in one short fic! Several of the lines in this have stayed in my head since I first read it.

Victim of Convenience by se1ze (54,243 words, Explicit) Pairing: Kingsley Tealeaf/Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast (Shadowidoking) Warnings: Sex While Sick

Essek has been bailing Kingsley out of legal trouble in Rosohna and letting him crash at his towers for some time and the pair have grown close. When Essek falls severely ill, Kingsley with him to look after him. Things escalate between them, which both are pleased about. There's just one complication, in the form of one Caleb Widogast, who Essek has recently begun a relationship with and who Kingsley has been hopelessly pining after for months. Things get messy.

Reccer Says: A wonderful combination of fun dynamics, messy relationship angst, sickfic goodness, and hot sex. Kingsley and Essek are such a good pair, I love their banter. The absolutely disastrous state of King and Caleb's relationship at the start is the fic is so heartaching, with the shadow of past Widomauk hanging over them. And the recently established Shadowgast compliments both of those duos so well!!! I adore the different complications that crop up along the way and the way they're all resolved in the end. Highly recommend! Also, the two previous entries in the series are excellent, though they're just Shadowgast on their own.

His Last Night by Twistmalchik (2,617 words, Explicit) Pairing: Thorn/Vax'ildan Warnings: None

Set during the events of Kith & Kin, Vax's first kiss with Thorn leads to his first time with him. All the while, the shadow of the Shademaster hangs over them.

Reccer Says: I adore Kith & Kin to no end and I loved Vax and Thorn's relationship. This is a fun expansion of what they were able to have together during the events of the book!

Time Will Tell by DEV0URMOUS (25,639 words, Mature) Pairing: Yussa Errenis/Original Male Character Warnings: None

Yussa invites Iskamyr, a long-time friend of his from the Dynasty, on a trip into the Happy Fun Ball with him. Both are oblivious to the other's long-standing feelings for them. Pining ensues.

Reccer Says: There is no fic that demonstrates the absurdity of wizards better than this. Two hundred years!!! These idiots pined over each other for two hundred years!!! Oh my god! It's great, it's so great. They're both 1200 years old (Yussa is a dragon and Iskamyr is consecuted) and they're still terrible at feelings. But also! A lot of it comes down to cultural misunderstandings, like Iska doesn't know until the fic ends that Yussa is a dragon and if he did, maybe he would've caught on to Yussa's affection sooner. But he didn't and it took the two of the forever and honestly I love that for them.

woven of (moon)light by viciousmollymaukery (2,315 words, Teen) Pairing: Mollymauk Tealeaf/Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast (Shadowidomauk) Warnings: References to severe injury

After his wizards Teleport into the middle of the Blooming Grove, nearly dead at the hands of an Aeorian creature, Molly has a lot of feelings about his partners and their mysterious city in the north. Luckily, he has a simple solution in mind.

Reccer Says: It's the perfect balance between sweet and angsty. I love Shadowidomauk so much and it's fun to see someone look at how the wizards Aeor expeditions might look in a world where they're dating Molly too! Also, Moonweaver cleric Molly is too damn perfect, I love it so much.

it's 3 am (I must be lonely) by Meridas (1,024 words, Teen) Pairing: Queerplatonic Mollymauk Tealeaf/Yasha Nydoorin Warnings: None

Yasha has a nightmare while out camping alone. She calls Molly in her panic and he comforts her.

Reccer Says: I love this series so much and this entry in particular has stuck with me since I first read it!! QPP circus kids are kind of everything to me and this is just such a perfect little snippet of them; they’re hurting but they love and take care of each other above anything.

I blame it on my own sick pride by MarsBar2019 (11,918 words, Explicit) Pairing: Fjord/Mollymauk Tealeaf/Caleb Widogast (Widofjolly) Warnings: Non-Consensual Voyeurism

Fjord overheard Molly and Caleb having sex one night and gets off on it. But paper thin inn walls work both ways, Molly and Caleb know Fjord heard them, and they take the opportunity to invite him into their bed.

Reccer Says: It’s very very hot and Fjord’s self-loathing (which is only amplified by him getting off on listening to the two of them) is such a fun complimentary pairing to the overall horniness of the fic.

I'll crawl home to him by BananasofThorns (20,262 words, Teen) Pairing: Queerplatonic Fjord/Caleb Widogast (Widofjord) Warnings: None

AU where Caleb and Fjord met a few years pre-nein. Now Fjord has been taken by the Iron Shepherds, and Caleb has to team up with the "Mighty Five" to have a chance to get him back.

Reccer Says: Looove that Iron Shepherds arc angst. Plus queerplatonic widofjord, and the *devotion,* like Caleb was willing to go in there after him *alone,* aaaaa

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[linzer-art]

"Why? Why would you do such a thing, Caleb?"

Dragon Age 2, but make it Widogast's

[woobsstories]

The Forger family shares fire power. Nate, the dad, is a firefighter who never needs an O2 mask or even safety gear since he's immune to the flames. His angsty son Keegan has been considering villainy, but is too busy taking care of his little sister Bren. She has burnt down play equipment at both school and at the local park. Her classmates are scared of her, and she's only in third grade.

tag the oc that has elemental powers

[fluffmonger]

Petal by Petal

1. He Loves Me

You are children, and children will play. It is spring at last, and Bren is free, for once, pulled away from his books, his lungs strong for now, and you are free, free, free to run and jump and climb through the forest and the fields alike. Later, you will be drafted into work, tilling fields and sowing seeds, you’re big enough now, papa says. Father had agreed, and you’d felt your heart swell in pride, even if it meant less time with your dear friends. You’re starting to become a man.

Time ebbs and flows like magic as you dance, as Sassa and Bren both chatter like the songbirds, giggling any time you toss in an observation. It’s easy to relax, easy to let go, your hands flapping in delight as you and Bren whistle back and forth. They never judge you, never glare, never force you to speak when your throat is tight. The world is covered in flowers, and your heart blooms too, with the promise of a future.

Mama says she’s heard a teacher is coming, someone to help you and all the other children, someone who may be able to unlock your voice, Pelor be willing. A teacher means Bren will have a place, means Sassa can finally get away from her house, means that everything will change for the better. A teacher is a promise. But a teacher is in the future, and right now, you are outside, and you are alive.

Bren grins lopsidedly, as he presents you and Sassa both with flower crowns, kissing your hands and declaring that you are now the king and queen of the Feywild. Your heart swells with joy as you take her hands and dance.

You are children, and children will play.

2. He Loves Me Not

You are children, and children will do their duty. It is autumn, the fields barren, stripped of the harvest. Cellars are laden with the fruits of the village’s labour, and all is right here, or so it would seem. You know better though. You know a darkness lurks in the heart of Blumenthal, and you will eradicate it. You, and your partners, at your side.

You stop at first at Astrid’s home, and settle in for dinner. Her mother and father are eager, excited, even as they shuffle her into the kitchen. They do not survive the meal. None of you partake.

You then stop at your home. Astrid and Bren do not enter. They do not need to. You whisper a prayer, you’re not sure why, and cut them down. You do not shake. You do not cry. You wipe the blood from your blade, and march onwards.

Bren is the last. He hesitates at the door, but doesn’t knock. He gestures for you, and whispers his plan in your ear. You nod gravely, and help him move the old cart in front of the door. He is still trembling, and you back away, back to Astrid’s side. You watch as he snaps, and the thatch lights. You watch as the smoke begins to pour from the house. He stands there in shock, as mute as you usually are. And then the screams begin.

You do not hear what he says but suddenly he is shouting, eyes wide. Astrid is faster, she tries to pull him away, but he lashes back, hands full of fire, and now she too is screaming. You snarl, and charge into the fray, grabbing the boy, restraining him, even as he sobs, trying to hit you, even as you drag him away, back to the cart that will take you to your Master. Everything has shattered. The fields of Blumenthal are burning, and it is your fault.

You are children, and children will do their duty.

3. She Loves Me

You are a man, and a man bears his pain. Summer is always difficult, old memories staining your precious free time. No amount of prayer at the shrine soothes your heart. Some wounds do not heal cleanly.

You sigh, and wander into the woods outside of Master’s house. Astrid is busy, will be busy. It’s her turn to vist Bren, to try and bring him comfort. The woods are cool, quiet, calm, just as they always have been. You smile softly as you catch sight of a flower, memories of better times taking over. Here they do not ache as much. Impulsively, you pluck it, twirling the stem. An idea dawns, and your smile grows. 

Time loses its meaning as you wander the woods. You’ve always preferred being busy to wallowing. It’s growing dark by the time you return to the house. You enter as quietly as you can, not wanting to risk his wrath. You pause, and count. No signs of movement. All is safe. All will be well.

You sneak into your room, and Astrid sits up at attention.

“Where have you been? Are you being foolish again?”

“Nein, it is… all is fine.”

“Then… what is that?”

You smile, and gently place the flower crown on her head.

“For the queen of the Feywild.”

Her smile is sad, but she kisses you anyways. “He looked better today. They managed to shave him.”

“Good, good.” you cannot find any more words. She understands, you know. She always has.

You are a man, and a man bears his pain.

4. She Loves Me Not

You are a man, and men can grow jealous. Of course you had known about the letter. Astrid had told you as soon as Trent had told her. You hadn't known that he was back, not for real. You hadn’t known that Trent had sent a response. You hadn’t known, you hadn’t known, and you can't stop fuming as you pace back and forth in your small room.

You know you should be busy, you know you have other duties to attend to. Your altar has grown shabby, your sword always needs care, your spells can always use improvement. But you cannot stop pacing, your mind fixated on whatever might be going on downstairs.

It can’t be more than half an hour, but it feels like an eternity. She finally re-emerges, her whole frame shaking. You pull her into your arms, all anger forgotten.

“You’re right. He looks good.”

You can't stop shaking, emotions a flurry, words utterly impossible. Your heart is thundering, and you know, you know the whys, the hows, but it changes nothing.

She had always been special to him, in a way you had not.

“He almost stayed. But… It has been too long, Wulf.”

You grunt in response.

“We must find… we can… It’s…”

She shakes her head, and you simply hold her, and relish the luxury. It will pass. It will have to. Your line of work leaves little room sentimentality. You know this is not  the last night that will be spent like this. You inhale. You exhale. And you bolster your heart.

You are a man, and men can grow jealous.