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Ayo accidentally takes a potion meant for somebody else. It has unintended consequences, but it's not entirely terrible.

The summer morning greeted you with a gentle breeze across your face through the open window, the sun casting a warm, golden glow over the shelves and jars of your apothecary. Today held the silent promise of goodness, the kind that made your heart light as you prepared to open shop.

With care, you began to sort through the commissioned potions for your clients; they ranged from simple herbal remedies to much more complex spells. The rhythm of sorting through the various jars was soothing, it was always your favourite part of the day.

Among them lay a potion due the next day, its contents shimmering with a rosy pink that caught the light just so. It was meant to grant poise and charm, just a little boost for a man who needed some confidence on a first date.

As the morning bustled on, the door creaked open to admit a new customer. A small goblin stepped over the threshold, a little hesitantly, as if unsure of the welcome he would receive.

You took in his appearance: mossy green skin dappled with little freckles, golden piercings glinting in his ears. He had his lip and eyebrow pierced too, decorated with little amethyst gems.

Despite his obvious shyness as he shuffled in, there was something about him that piqued your interest—an allure that you hadn't felt for a goblin before.

"I need some herbal remedies for a cough.” His voice was soft, almost tentative. "For my sister," he added quickly, as if eager to explain his presence.

As you nodded and turned to fetch the requested herbs; you could sense his eyes following you, a silent observer still. There was a gentleness to his demeanour that went against the ruggedness of his leather armour, which spoke of a life of survival… and solitude.

"You don't look like you come into town often," you ventured, hoping to coax him into conversation as you carefully selected the best herbs for a cough.

His chuckle was a quiet, nervous thing, but his grey eyes softened as you turned around to offer a smile. "Not much, no. The forest is more my home," he admitted, his gaze drifting towards the various bottles and ingredients lining your shop.

"Couldn't you find these herbs in the forest?" you inquired. "Most of what's here comes from the forest anyway."

He shifted his weight, a small smile creeping onto his face. "I'd rather trust someone who knows what they're doing," he confessed with a self-deprecating shrug. "I might end up picking the wrong thing. Poisoning myself wouldn't be too smart."

His admission brought a soft laugh from you as you placed a bottle of cough syrup alongside the bundled herbs on the counter. "Well, you're safe with these," you reassured him, meeting his gaze with a friendly smile. "Is there anything else you need?"

You noticed then, a subtle tenseness in his posture, the way his fingers tapped an unsteady rhythm on his armoured thigh. It seemed like eagerness, perhaps an anxiety to return to the familiarity of the forest. "No, that's all, thank you," he said, his voice carrying a hint of relief.

As he handed over the payment, his hand lingered for just a fraction longer than necessary, leaving behind a tip that was more generous than usual. With a quick, nervous nod, he gathered his purchase and hurried out, the door closing behind him with a gentle jingle.

There was something intriguing about him, a pull that was unfamiliar as he vanished past the window. Your heart sank a little as you realized that in the rush of the transaction, you'd never asked his name.

Turning back to the potions on the counter, you hoped for another chance to see the goblin again, to learn more about him. That's when you noticed the gap where the emboldening potion had been. Your eyes widened in realization. Could he have taken it by mistake? Or… he had left so suddenly. Had he stolen it?

Without a second thought, you dashed to the door, flinging it open with the hope of catching him. You scanned the street for any sign of the goblin's mossy green skin or the glint of his piercings. He was nowhere to be seen. For someone of such small stature, he was surprisingly quick, or perhaps the forest had taught him how to disappear so quickly.

Frustration bubbled inside you. That potion was potent — strong enough for the troll it was intended for, not a goblin half his size. You bit your lip, mind racing… and concluded that all you could do was make another for your customer. You hoped the strange goblin would be all right.

You resigned yourself to getting back to work, letting the steady flow of tasks and customers occupy your mind, pushing aside the nagging worry about the misplaced potion. Potions were brewed, advice was given, and remedies were handed out with the same care and attention you always provided.

As the day wound down and the last rays of the sun dipped below the horizon, you began the familiar routine of closing up. Just as you were about to turn the sign to closed, the door creaked open, the bell chiming one final time.

"We're closed, I'm afraid," you called out, not looking up as you continued to tidy the counter.

"Oh, I’ll just be a second," came a familiar voice, but there was a lilt to it now, a smoothness that hadn't been there before. 

You paused and turned, your gaze landing on the goblin who'd entered your apothecary just hours earlier.

Gone was the shy man you’d seen this morning. In place of his hunter's leathers, he wore a simple black tunic that did nothing to hide the confidence in his stance. His smile was easy, his greyish-black eyes held a glint of mischief, and he moved with a fluid grace that seemed enhanced, almost exaggerated.

"I don't think I properly introduced myself earlier," he continued with a smile. “I’m Ayo. You are..?” His voice was a little too loud in the quiet shop, his smile a little too wide.

It clicked then—the emboldening potion. He must have taken it.

"Ayo," you repeated, allowing his name to settle in your mind. "You took the potion, didn't you? The one I had on the counter?"

His grin widened, not an ounce of remorse in his expression. "Did I? Well, that explains a lot. I thought it was a freebie. I quite like the effect."

You couldn't help but muffle a laugh despite the seriousness of the situation. “Not much to do except wait it out, I’m afraid,” you said, pursing your lips to keep from smiling. “It shouldn’t last more than six or so hours… though it was made strong enough for a troll.”

Ayo's confident facade faltered just a bit, the suggestion that this new version of himself was only temporary dimming the brightness of his smile. "Wait it out — but I'm starting to enjoy this new me.”

"Why don't you wait it out here?" you suggested, brows furrowed. "Just so I can keep an eye on any unintended side effects."

Ayo arched a playful eyebrow, considering the offer. "I don't know," he teased.. "I wouldn't want to impose—unless, of course, it means spending time with someone as enchanting as yourself."

There it was, the charm dialed up to its fullest, making it hard not to be swept away by the easy compliments. Yet, you caught yourself, a gentle reminder in the back of your mind that Ayo wasn't entirely himself. His bravado was just a side effect, not a true reflection of his feelings.

Finally, with a slight push from your rational side, Ayo nodded, conceding. "Alright, perhaps staying here isn't such a bad idea. I wouldn't mind getting to know you better, under the circumstances."

You couldn't help but smile, even as you reined in the flutter in your chest. "I'll make some tea, then," you said, moving towards the small side room that served as a makeshift lounge for quiet moments like these.

Once you had brewed a calming chamomile tea, you handed Ayo a steaming mug and directed him to the sofa, plush and inviting in the cosy room. He settled in, the potion's effects making him appear more at ease, more at home than he probably should have felt.

You curled up in the armchair opposite him, tucking your legs beneath you. The room was comfortable, the air filled with the soothing scent of the tea, creating a peaceful bubble away from the world outside.

"So, tell me," he said, gesturing to the room as a whole. He had chosen to sit next to a collection of potted plants, so large that their leaves spilled halfway onto the arm of the sofa. “What's it like being an apothecary? Must be a fascinating job, mixing potions and all that."

You grinned. "It is," you replied. "There's a certain magic in helping others, even if it's just with a simple remedy for the common cold."

Ayo listened, his gaze lingering on you with an intensity that left your skin hot. "I bet," he said with a grin. He had pointed teeth, you noticed, with delicate carvings.

The intensity of his stare made you shiver. To distract yourself, you downed your tea and stood to press a cool hand to Ayo’s forehead. “No fever,” you concluded. “That’s good. Do you feel unwell at all? Too warm or too cold?”

Ayo shrugged. “No. Actually, I feel better than I have in a long time.”

You hummed in agreement, leaning over to grab a piece of aloe vera from one of the pots beside Ayo. Except in your closeness, Ayo’s warm breath against your skin felt amplified. He leaned up, dark eyes glinting, close enough to kiss.

Your heart raced, a part of you tempted to close the distance; but with a gentle firmness, you turned your face away, evading his advance. "Ayo, I can't," you said softly, yet firmly. "I won't take advantage of you."

“It’s hardly taking advantage, love.”

The pet name made your knees weak, and you bit your lip to keep from saying something stupid. Instead, you said, “if you still feel this way after the potion has worn off, then maybe I’ll consider… a date. If you’d like. Only once the potion has worn off.”

The look of disappointment that briefly crossed Ayo's face was unmistakable, yet he recovered quickly, his confidence unshaken. "Fair enough," he conceded with a rakish grin. "When this wears off, I'll take you up on that date."

“Good,” you replied with a grin. Settling back into the armchair, you drew a blanket over your knees, the soft fabric a small comfort against the evening's chill.

Ayo's gaze lingered, but he made no move to breach the distance you'd established. You were quietly grateful that at least the potion hadn’t completely ruined his inhibitions.

"At least the potion hasn't completely obliterated your sense of propriety," you quipped, sinking deeper into the blanket.

Ayo's laughter echoed in the little room. "Yeah, well, you say that… but it’s taking my entire self control to stay over here," he responded with a shrug and a smirk.

Flushing, you scrambled to grab the empty teacups. Mostly just to give yourself something to do other than flounder, you asked, “more tea?” Before he could answer, you were on your feet and scrambling to the little kitchen area next door. 

As the kettle boiled on the stovetop, you poked your head back into the sitting area. Glancing at Ayo, who seemed content on the sofa, an idea took root. 

"Would you mind staying the night?" you asked, despite the little voice in your mind arguing otherwise. "It's late, and I'd like to keep an eye on you, just in case the potion decides to throw us any more curveballs."

Ayo's agreement was immediate, his nod accompanied by a grateful smile. "Sure, I can stay. Tomorrow, we could go on a breakfast date.”

You hummed. “If you’re back to normal by morning.”

Deciding that the flat above the shop would offer a more comfortable place for Ayo to spend the night, you led the way upstairs, gathering blankets and a pillow to make up a makeshift bed on the sofa.

As you finished arranging everything and turned to bid Ayo goodnight, he caught you by surprise by standing on his toes and meeting your lips in a kiss. The initial shock had you stiffening, ready to pull away, but Ayo's whispered confession stopped you.

“I couldn’t resist,” he murmured against your lips. His breath tasted of chamomile tea and something you couldn’t place. Something sweet.

You knew you should have resisted, pushed him away, but you couldn’t. Not when he was looking at you with such big, hopeful eyes, that confident smile still playing on his lips. And oh, those teeth!

Screw it, you thought. It was time that you threw caution to the wind. Without giving yourself time to doubt, you bent down and kissed him again. 

Ayo's lips were soft against yours, the kiss carrying a warmth that seemed to spread through you, chasing away the remnants of the day's fatigue. 

When you finally parted, there was a softness in Ayo's gaze, a look that made your legs weak. With a smile that held more affection than you intended, you whispered, "Goodnight, Ayo."

He blew you a kiss as you retreated from the living room. You waved back, hoping that tomorrow, Ayo wouldn’t regret this.

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The morning light had just begun to creep through the curtains when you decided to check on Ayo, curious to see how he was faring after a night under the influence of the emboldening potion. Quietly, you made your way to the living space, expecting to find him still asleep on the sofa.

Instead, Ayo was up, in the midst of lacing his boots, a look of concentration on his face. The moment he noticed you, his movements halted, and a flush of embarrassment coloured his green cheeks. It was clear he hadn't intended to be found awake, let alone preparing to leave.

"I, uh, was trying to sneak out," Ayo confessed, his voice laced with a mix of sheepishness and something deeper, more sincere. "Didn't want to wake you."

The admission stung. 

Your expression must have betrayed your feelings, because Ayo quickly added, "Not because I regret anything from last night! It's just... that wasn't me. I mean, it was me, but not me. I'm not usually that bold, and I didn't want you to see me this morning and be... disappointed."

"You don't have to sneak away," you said gently, stepping closer, the hurt beginning to ebb away as understanding took its place. "I'd rather know the real you, anyway. Boldness isn't the only thing that's attractive, you know."

Ayo's gaze lifted to meet yours, a hint of surprise flickering in his dark eyes. You noticed him fidgeting slightly, a stark contrast to the smooth assurance he'd displayed yesterday.

Sensing his unease, you took a seat beside him on the sofa, aiming to bridge the distance not just physically, but emotionally as well. "About that breakfast date," you began, watching his reaction closely. "Is that still on the table?"

The effort Ayo made to temper his enthusiasm was almost endearing; the corners of his mouth twitched upwards, betraying his excitement despite his best attempts to remain composed. "If you're still interested, yeah," he said quickly. Too quickly. It was sweet.

In response, you reached out and took his hand. Leaning forward, you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. His skin was rough and warm. 

"I'd like to go," you said. "For what it's worth, I'm interested in getting to know the real Ayo, not just the version the potion showed me."

Ayo's enthusiasm was infectious, his smile making your stomach flip. "I can't wait," he blurted out, then quickly added, "Sorry, I don't mean to seem overeager."

You couldn't help but laugh. Not at him, of course, never at him. "It's okay," you assured him. "I'm excited too"

The idea of a breakfast date now hung in the air, a tempting prospect. Yet, Ayo, ever mindful of his responsibilities, hesitated. "I should probably check in on my sister first, let her know where I've been... and explain my unexpected absence."

With a nod of understanding, you stood up, closing the distance between you with a few short steps. Leaning down, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. He was so much shorter than you, but you didn’t mind one bit.

"Meet me back here in an hour, then?" you suggested.

Ayo's smile was all the answer you needed. "I'll be here," he promised.

“Good.”

WIth one final kiss, you let him go. Last night had been… interesting; but you had the feeling that today would be even better.

[exhaslo]

Corruption Ch13

(Villain!Miguel x F!Hero!Reader)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4, Ch5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8, Ch9, Ch10, Ch11, Ch12

Warning: Minors DNI, mentions of sex, violence, blood, murder, twisted thoughts, experimentation, language, wannabe fluff, established friendship/relationship? SMUT, Oral (m-receiving), grinding

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One Month, Twenty Days Until D-Day

"Miguel, I said I'm fine now. No need to keep me on a lease," You said with a low whine.

"Every time I let you out of my sight, you seem to get injured. I can't have my little Spider escape again." Miguel grunted.

Hiding your flustered cheeks, you pouted towards Miguel. He could be so stubborn sometimes. Then again, he wasn't wrong either. You didn't want to admit it, but you were still aching in pain from your fight with Goblin.

"Alright," You huffed, resting your head against his shoulder.

Miguel had you sitting on his lap, his arm firmly around your waist. He was absorbed in his work, grunting to your small comments here and there. It brought a smile to your face. Miguel seemed so cruel but cared so much.

"Miguel, how come you don't want to at least take my blood sample anymore? You were so adamant before." You asked out of curiosity.

"Because once I knew it was you, I knew you wouldn't like it."

"Awe~"

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What a fucking lie.

"I know how much you dislike my experiments," Miguel continued, sweetening his words, "I wouldn't want my little Spider afraid of me anymore than she is now."

"Awe~ Miguel~" You cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck, "I was never afraid of you! Concerned, yes, but not afraid!"

Too easy.

"Hn, but I do hope you tell me how this happened. I am a scientist, after all, I have a curiosity to feed."

"You have to promise you won't get mad,"

Lord, you looked adorable with your little pout. Miguel couldn't help but give you a lazy stare, holding back the urge to bend you against his desk and fuck you. Miguel was craving you, but he had to wait. He needed to make sure it was safe for him to take his injection.

"I promise," Miguel sighed, already knowing everything.

He just wanted to distract himself from work and entertain you. Grunt lowly as you fixed yourself against his lap, Miguel gripped your waist. These frustrating human urges had to wait. Miguel was giving himself a harsh slow burn at this rate.

"Well, remember that day when your Spiders got loose...One bit me and I accidently killed it. It was the same day I fainted," You whispered nervously.

"Ah, so that's how it happened,"

"I'm sorry," You gave a small frown. Miguel leaned forward to peck your lips,

"I promised I wouldn't be mad, remember? Instead, you can make it up to me by showing me what you could do. A little show,"

Perhaps he should go into acting? Miguel leaned back in his seat, impressed by his own skills. It was either that or you being too gullible. Your love for him blinded you in many ways that Miguel thoroughly enjoyed.

Watching you give him your own little runway show, Miguel couldn't help but chuckle. Your blood was being used right now to make several of his new injections. He was going to use it on more prisoners or willing test subjects. Which ever was the successful injection...

Miguel will kill them.

Only the two of you were allowed to bear humanity's future. Miguel was not going to risk another person poisoning his plan. Only Miguel could rule, with you as his trophy.

"Okay, this part really freaked me out at first, buuuuuut, I got used to it." You chirped, showing your organic webs.

"Let me see," Miguel motioned you closer.

You as his pet. His trophy. His obedient wife. Honestly, Miguel was lucky that it was you and not some random woman. Just the thought of you crying annoyed Miguel. He would have probably made you super powered in that case as well.

"Fascinating." Miguel hummed, holding your wrist.

"W-Wait...I didn't think it...would be this sensitive," You whimpered, trembling as Miguel stroked your wrist.

"Perhaps you just are," Miguel chuckled, watching you fall apart, "I believe I recall you mentioning better stamina? That isn't what it seemed like when my fingers were inside you."

"H-Hah, M-Miguel...Don't say things like that...out loud," You whimpered. Miguel pulled you closer,

"Hm? Are you getting wet just by me saying it? What a naughty girl,"

"Mhm, Miguel~"

"Show me how sorry you are."

Miguel resisted a chuckle as you whined and got down on your knees. He motioned you under his desk and watched you crawl over before undoing his belt. Ah, how perfect you looked. Your lustful gaze just begging for him.

Miguel inhaled deeply the moment you started to stroke his cock. How nice this felt. Returning to his work, Miguel resisted a chuckle as he watched the time. Any second now his next meeting should arrive. Oh, how cruel Miguel was.

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Was today finally going to be the day? You eagerly got on your knees under his desk and started to please Miguel. He was driving you insane with all this teasing. As you undid his belt, you kept glancing up at Miguel.

Ugh, the eye contact made you melt.

Taking his cock out, you pouted as you started to stroke his shaft. Oh, what you would do to have this inside you. To have Miguel ravish you and make you his. Gosh, you had a dirty and unhealthy mind. This man was straying you from good!

Dazed as you glanced up at Miguel, you swirled your tongue against his cock, hoping for praise. Miguel rested his hand against your head, stroking it as you treated him. Your thumb pressing his tip slightly as you felt him twitch from your tongue.

"Good girl,"

Oh, those words made your panties soaked. Bringing your lips to his tip, you hummed as you twirled your tongue against it. Miguel only grunted in response before he started to type away. This made you frown since you wanted his attention.

Taking his cock in your mouth, you closed your eyes to the bitter taste as you started to suck. As you were getting into the groove, you flinched as you heard the doors open.

"Good morning, sir. I've brought the files you requested."

"Hm, you're late. I should have had these before I walked in." Miguel spat.

You were shaking as you slowly moved your mouth away from Miguel's dick. Why didn't he tell you he had a meeting? Gasping quietly, you felt Miguel's hand press your head back to his cock. Oh, he was mean. Biting your lower lip, you returned to sucking Miguel off.

"Did you get the other thing I requested?" Miguel asked.

"Yes...Sir, not to sound rude, but why couldn't you have gotten (Y/N) to do it?" The man questioned.

You flinched at the mention of your name.

"Are you telling me how to handle my own assistant?" Miguel chuckled darkly, his cock twitching more as you fasten your pace, "(Y/N) is doing something far more important than the task I've given you. Now, I suggest you leave before I get anymore angry."

"...Yes, sir..."

Feeling your eyes water as Miguel's cock hit the back of your throat, you tried to breathe through you nose. You were waiting for the other associate to leave. Hearing the door shut, you whined as Miguel's hand returned your head.

"Now, now. Kept going while I had someone in here, how bold." Miguel teased, moving your head at a faster pace, "I might have to reward you after all."

Ah, those words made you quiver. Wincing as you felt Miguel hold your head down, you moaned as he grunted and cummed in your mouth. You swallowed hard and coughed as you moved your head away from his cock.

"You're....so....mean," You whined.

Miguel just chuckled lowly as he wiped your face. He pulled you onto his lap, adoring how easily you caved for him. How easy it was to turn the city's hero into his little sex doll.

"But, you did hide your secret from me for a while,"

"Miguel~" You cried softly.

Why was he tormenting you like this so much? Grinding yourself against his still exposed cock, you whimpered and begged into his ear. Miguel held your waist, just grunting and groaning to your attempts.

"Now, now. You were just being a good little Spider," Miguel said with a sigh, fixing your skirt, "I'll give you a taste."

You gasped as Miguel placed you on his desk. He lifted your skirt and started to rub his cock against your panties. You knew that Miguel wanted you to wear more skirts, was this the reason? To torment and tease you?

"M-Mig-" You whimpered a moan as he rubbed against your clit.

"Hm? Want my fingers instead?"

"Hah~ N-No~"

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Miguel could see the tears in your eyes with every stroke. You were desperate, ready to cum. Miguel was tormenting himself as well. Moving you panties aside, Miguel groaned lowly as he rubbed his cock directly against your dripping cunt.

"H-Hah~ Ah~" You cried out, shaking in pleasure.

Miguel held your legs as he easily moved his hips. The thoughts of getting you pregnant were oh so delicious. Your moans were music to his ears. Just the thought of anyone else being in your shoes angered Miguel.

You were the only one for him.

"M-Miguel~" You moaned, arching your back as his dick hit your clit, causing you to cum.

"Heh, some stamina." Miguel teased once more.

"P-Please, Miguel...P-Please put it inside," You begged.

Miguel had to bite the inside of his cheek. Your pussy was making a wet mess on his desk as it clenched to nothing but air. If Miguel had a condom, he might just give into your advances. Shit, who would have thought that he was now going crazy over you?

"I can't, just behave." Miguel hissed.

Putting you on your stomach, Miguel pressed your legs together and squeezed his dick between them. You gasped and cried out as Miguel slapped his hips against your ass, giving you rough thrusts against your drenched cunt.

He wasn't fucking you, but he was giving you an experience. Miguel held your arms behind your back as he enjoyed the feeling of his dick between your legs.

Soon.

Your moans were filling his office as Miguel kept attacking your clit. Grunting lowly as you cam again, Miguel released your arms to hold your waist.

Soon.

Groaning your name lowly, Miguel took a moment as he cam between your legs. You body still twitching as he moved away, admiring the view.

Soon.

Grabbing some napkins, Miguel proceeded to clean himself up. He then moved onto you, watching you sweat and pant for air. If this was the state you were in now, Miguel couldn't wait to see what would happen when he actually fucked you.

Miguel stroked your cheek, kissing you for a job well done. You were making a mess of him. Once you were clean, you promptly returned to his lap, quietly sitting in place until Miguel requested for your help once more.

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Aaron sat in the lunchroom, watching some of the workers acting out. Everyone knew it was the effects of Rapture. It was almost that time of month for those affected associates to get their dosage of Rapture.

"Psst, I've told some of the others. They're willing to give you some of their supply for this month."

"Thanks, that's more than enough to do the job." Aaron whispered back. The other worked scoffed, sitting beside him,

"You're insane for trying this."

"The only way to stop a villain is to give him his just desserts."

"And how will you do it?"

"I'll just have to ask (Y/N) a favor,"

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[tavs-tressym]

Delicious Denial - Chapter One

(AO3 Link) | Master List | Ko-Fi

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Pairing: Astarion x Fem!Tav (You). F/M.

Word Count: 2100 (approx)

Tags: Fluff, eventual smut, Tav w/tragic backstory, graphic violence, domestic fluff, camp life, Tav has no magic/fighting ability, slow burn romance, sexual tension (A LOT).

WARNING: Contains graphic descriptions of violence and gore.

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A reimagining of the game's events if Tav had zero magical or fighting ability. But she's still pretty fucked up. 👍

(Lots of comforting camp life content.)

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Chapter One - Intoxicating

“Fucking-... Piece of-... Ugh!” Your fingers burn from the friction of wrestling with your chain. You let out a guttural growl as you fall back, flat on your arse in defeat. Yep, you’re definitely stuck. The cuff makes your ankle itch and the chain doesn’t seem to have weakened. Panting, you search your cell for some form of escape to no avail. Just in the cold cobbles beneath you and the bars that cast lengthy shadows on your bruised body. Your clothes are tattered and ripped, if you can even call them clothes anymore. They leave your injuries from your perilous journey here on full display. The last thing you remember was falling, then… Floating? Then black. Now, there’s goblins everywhere and your head hurts… A lot… It really, really hurts actually…

The room begins to spin as you focus on the sensation, then you remember the creature that lives behind your eye. You shiver at the thought as the room pulses around you. It’s searching for… something? It searches for… it’s own kind. You sense it’s kin nearing your cell. The creature writhes in your skull, burning your eyes from the inside. You cry in pain, holding your head to prevent it from coming apart. “This, is the human?” A raspy, deep, feminine voice commands. You squint, attempting to pierce your vision through a wall of warped pulsations. “Y-yes ma’am. We found her by the crash site.” Another voice responds, full of gravel and apprehension. Whoever he’s speaking to, he’s afraid of her.

“Hmm… Interesting.” Your creatures connect and you feel an overwhelming urge to open your mind to the intrusion.

You see her silhouette: Thin, tall and armoured. Then, her wisteria skin and light blonde hair comes into focus. “Welcome home, True Soul.” You do not see her mouth move, nor hear the words through your ears. Instead, her voice echoes in your mind. She pokes and prods at your thoughts, prying open your defences and harvesting your memories. She smiles and pulls out of your mind abruptly once satisfied. You gasp for air as the pain finally subsides and you crumble to the floor. “It will get easier.”

“Wh-what is this? I don’t-” You speak through tears.

“Shh. It will become clear soon enough. The Absolute has plans for you. For us all.” Her words almost sounded like comfort, but there’s something wrong. When she dug into your mind, it left hers open to you. She wants something.

She scans your deteriorating rags, then glares at the goblin by her side who shivers under her gaze. “Do you have no sense?! No respect?! Find some clothes for her. Now!”

“Y-yes Minthara! Sorry! Er-” He dashes away and returns moments later, bundle in hand, he slides it through the bars, shaking.

“Thank you…” You reach for it hesitantly.

“Once she is dressed, you will bring her to me.” She walks away.

“Y-yes Minthara.” The goblin responds. He flicks his eyes back at you and gestures for you to hurry up. You nod and dress yourself, trying to conceal as much of your body as you can from the worried eyes of the goblin.

You smooth down a dress made of various pelts over your wide curves. It wasn’t well made and it certainly could have been more modest, but it fit well enough and you were grateful for the change. The gate opens and the goblin hastily releases your ankle from the chain and pushes you forward. “Move.” You obey and walk in front of him, arms behind your back as he directs you through the camp by your wrists. As you move through what seems to be a lively party, all eyes are on you. Some goblins jeer and make obscene gestures, others inspect your body from afar as they glug their ale. Choosing not to let this phase you, you dare to ask your guard a question: “What are you celebrating?”

“Raid. Good one.” Despite his bluntness and reluctance to reveal information, you hear the smile on his face in his words.

Eventually you make it to the inside of a large, run down, temple-like building. It seems the party stopped here. The grand architecture allows for various phrases, commands and even cries of agony to echo and bounce off the walls. Minthara is observing a map as you approach her. She looks up at you, briefly. “Better. Leave us.” You can’t help but admire her authority as the goblins scatter at her command. She looks back down and traces her fingers along painted roads. Curiously, you look over to find that the map contains no location that you recognise other than Baldur’s Gate. “Is this where we are?” You ask hoping that maybe you aren’t as far from home as you once thought.

“Yes. But I’m hunting for something that isn’t on this map, or any for that matter.” She doesn’t look at you as she speaks.

“That doesn’t sound easy.” You try to sympathise. Powerful allies are always useful, especially in situations such as this.

“No. Especially when all you have are dimwitted pawns at your disposal.” She spits disgust through her words, you nod and move closer to get a better look at the map. “In usual circumstances, I wouldn’t care, but I plan to make great use of you, True Soul. Your name, what is it?”

“Tav. And you are Minthara?” She nods. “You call me True Soul, what does that mean?” She grins with excitement as she gets to be the one to explain The Absolute, the tadpoles and your potential. She does so with a fierce determination in her eyes and a proud loyalty in her voice that speaks to the darker cravings of your mind. You consider that maybe this creature in your head isn’t so bad, after all. “And your hunt? Is it to serve The Absolute?”

“Correct.” She pauses to consider whether or not to reveal her intentions. “There’s a weapon. Powerful and well sought after. I am sure that it is being protected by a grove of druids somewhere in this area.” She circles a section of the map for you. “No matter how many patrols we have sent, they return with little information. Pathetic creatures.” She grumbles under her breath. Her eyes light up, she looks at you and grins.

“We have a prisoner. Though, I believe our… ‘interrogators’ lack a certain finesse. His lips remain tightly bound. I’m sure The Absolute would have a fine reward for the one who loosens them.” Her eyebrow raises as she eagerly awaits your response. Torture isn’t your usual expertise, but you can see in her eyes the excitement and even arousal at the thought of you shedding such blood for The Absolute’s cause. You deduce that her disappointment in you would have far greater consequences than the pain of a stranger.

“I understand.” Your eyes are wide as you accept this unsightly task. You stretch a smirk over your teeth in an attempt to match her enthusiasm.

“Excellent. Follow the screams, oh, and do not come back empty handed.”

You do as she commands, following the pleads for mercy until you find two goblins and a human tied to a torture device. You try to put on your most authoritative voice as you speak. “I have orders from Minthara. I’ll take over from here.” The goblins grumble, displeased with the arrangement as they open a space for you, directly in front of the stranger. You move into position and look up at him. His eyes are dry yet his cheeks are stained with tears, his cracked lips part as he whimpers softly. You approach, he scans you, unsure of your next move. And honestly, you’re unsure too. You’ve never been in a position to hurt someone, before now there was no opportunity for you to take. In fact, you have grown accustomed to the opposite, but this is different. This is… Powerful. Powerful in a way that makes your stomach churn and your heart flutter. A questionable, undefinable mix of want and need. You graze your finger over your canvas as he squirms. His fear is intoxicating.

Hot pokers sit in a brazier, you take one and hold it in front of his face, just close enough to singe hairs. “Where is the grove?” You ask him calmly, allowing the poker to emphasise the question for itself.

“F-fuck… Y-you…” His response doesn’t anger you, it frightens you. Your eyes widen as you build the courage to transform your threat into action. Your breathing becomes deeper as you try to submerge your hesitation. You muster as much command in your voice as you can, trying to hide your pleading. You do not want to hurt this man, no matter how intriguing this sensation is. “Where is the grove?”

He lets out a desperate whimper before feebly grasping onto his loyalty. “I s-said… F-fuck you.” The emanating heat travels from his cheek, down his neck, down his chest, stopping at his stomach. He gasps and desperately tries to wriggle away to no avail. You look into his eyes, searching for the key to end his torture, you find none. He screams in devastating agony, the smell of his burning flesh causes the goblins around you to salivate. You look down to find your own hand gripping the poker. Although you had prepared and felt it’s movement, somehow the choice your arm made surprised you. “Okay! Okay! Please! Stop!” You hold on a moment longer, examining the strange appendage before you as it shamelessly displays it’s power over it’s victim.

You pull away suddenly, your mind inhabiting your arm once again. The man splutters and cries, riding out the unrelenting wave of soreness. Regaining composure, you look back into his eyes. You yearned for the ability to communicate that he was not the only victim in the room, that you don’t want him to feel such pain. Then again, you suppose that would offer him little comfort. “Where is the grove?” The tears in his eyes obscure his vision until you are nothing but a blur.

“P-please…” By now he knows his pleas are useless but he continues anyway, using them as a mantra to calm himself through the pain. “No more… I beg of you…”

“Where is the grove?”

“No… I can’t be responsible for their deaths… I can’t…” In all the chaos, you hadn’t even considered the possible slaughter that Minthara had planned for the grove. If these druids are guarding this ‘weapon’, it is doubtful that they will hand it over without a fight. You can only hope that their forces are stronger than hers, for there is nothing you can do now, you need this information to protect yourself.

You spot a rusted dagger on the floor and swap it with the poker. The man flinches at the possibilities you now hold in your hand. You place the tip on the left side of his stomach, below the steaming burn. “Where is the grove?”

“No, I-” His defiance is interrupted by a shriek as the dull blade buries itself into his skin. You push. “Stop! Stop!” You look at his pained face, he looks at you, you need not repeat the question. You begin to drag the blade to the right, rust snagging on flesh, his blood leaks in irregular spasms, it is and isn’t pretty. He cries and looks at you in terror as he realises that you have no intention of stopping and his innards will soon be spilled onto the floor. He submits. He submits to you.

“P-please! I’ll tell you! Everything! Please!” You step back, removing the dagger from his body and releasing it from your grasp. Once he regains somewhat control of his breathing, he speaks again. “E-East… P-past the ruins and… The bridge. They c-covered the gate with ivy…” His head lolls in defeat and exhaustion.

You look around to find goblins staring at you in awe. Before any could compliment you on your twisted success, you nod and leave to report back to Minthara. She leans back and hungrily gazes at you as she processes the information: satisfied, impressed, fascinated. Before you know it, you’re travelling by her side, her army marching closely behind. She steals glances at you, noticing your beads of nervous sweat. You’ve never been close to a battle like this, and you’re really, really bad at hiding it. She doesn’t comment, just smirks and continues her pursuit. Together you head to the grove, to the weapon, to the East. Once again, you hope that they can handle what’s coming.

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[skyechild]

Lure

𖤐 pairing: Dokkaebi!Jeonghan x human!reader (m/f) 𖤐 genre: smut, fluff if you squint 𖤐 warnings: MDNI 𖤐 wc: 2k 𖤐trope/au: established r/s, lore au/god 𖤐kink(s): face fucking & panty kink (roleplay) 𖤐 summary: Theres something outside your house in the forest that always messes with you... 𖤐 notes: Oop. October 4th of kinktober and another fic for creature feature by @kwanisms i think Jeonghan fit this creature enough, these goblins are playful af and so is jeonghan. Im also going to start putting what each monster is. there was a specific pic i wanted to use of Jeonghan but his mic was in it and i realized that it looked a little too dark for a dokkaebi which is a supposed playful deity 𖤐Meaning: Dokkaebi, also known as Korean goblins are nature deities or spirits possessing extraordinary powers and abilities that are used to interact with humans, at times playing tricks on them and at times helping. 𖤐Tags: @cultofdionysusnet / @spooo00oky / @stravvberrymilksan

Youre getting annoyed with the thing outside your window that throws rocks at it. You huff and sit up, walking towards the back too and peeking your head out the door to look towards your window. Nothing. Again. But as your gaze passes the forest you stop. Theres a figure in the distance thats watching. Sometimes you see him, sometimes you dont, but never in broad daylight.

You have a feeling that its him fucking with you whenever youre in your room or take a walk in the forest. You narrows your eyes, barely managing to take in the males pretty features right before he disappears from your sight. "What the fuck?" You mumble. You swore you just saw him and barely got the time to see his face before he was gone. You huff before you step out of the house. Youre going to hunt this thing down.

You grabbed a jacket before you closed the door and stomped into the forest. "Where are you, you little shit." You yell, slipping your jacket on as you walked. You shouldve changed out of your skirt but you were too angry with this thing. Theres a gust of wind right as your able to hold down your skirt, you huff before walking further. For all you know this thing could be luring you out to kill you and you are walking straight into it.

You clench your fists in front of your skirt. "Youve got cute panties on." The voice is a whisper in your ear and you cant find the owner anywhere. You look around, cheeks pink at the words. You can almost feel the back of your skirt being lifted and you spin around, ready to confront him but you see nothing. "What is your name?" Its silent for a while and your half tempted to open your mouth to ask another question when the breeze comes by again, what feels like fingers touching the back of your thighs.

Again, you spin around ready to throw a punch only for nothing to be there. What the fuck is going on? You bite you lip, looking around, seeing a quick blur of movement and you jerk to run after it before you stop, what is this thing trying to do? Kill you? You narrow your eyes. At least if you go out, youll go out cute. You take off towards the spot you saw the dark blur.

Skidding to a stop you blink. You never knew there was a clearing. You hadnt stepped into the clearing yet. Your grandmother used to warn you about fairy rings. You look around before a small rock bounces off your head. "That wasnt very nice." You mumble, holding the spot, hearing giggles from in front of you. You eyes land on the boy in front of you. His ears are slightly pointed, his teeth are sharp, almost like what you think a monster would look like. You frown.

"Hi! Im surprised you followed me this far." You cross your arms. "You arent very nice, why did you throw a rock at me?" He shrugs and you huff. "It seemed fun." Your jaw drops a bit. "Fun?! You thought it seemed fun to throw a rock at me?!" You watch as he nods, a smirk on his lips. "Yeah, it kinda was to be honest." You clench your fist, his eyes flickering towards it before back at you. "

"Why wont you leave me alone?" He cocks his head to the side, the smirk changing into a fond grin. "Your reactions are entertaining. Theyre very cute actually." You roll your eyes and the smirk is back on his lips as he takes a few steps forward. "And i get to see all your pretty panties. Did you know you kinda strip in your sleep? You should close your curtains."

Your jaw drops again, pink covering your cheeks. "What the fuck?!" He waves his hand in a flippant gesture. "Not important. Anyways, my name is Jeonghan. You can call me Hannie if you want." You raise a brow. "I dont even know you and you want me to call you Hannie?" He nods, your arms fall to your side. You barely notice him closing the distance.

Your eyes dark around his face. Hes pretty. He has black hair thats pulled back and pinned with a hair pin, a round face and eyes that just scream mischief, if you ignored his pointed ears and the sharp teeth, he could pull off being human.

"So your name is Jeonghan." You ignore the whine of him wanting you to call him Hannie. "But what are you?" He nods. "Smart cookie." You frown. Your boyfriend says that sometimes. You cross your arms, leaning onto one leg, hip cocked out. "Im a dokkaebi." He smiles, a mocking bow following. "A dokkaebi? I thought those were only lore?" He motions to himself then grins. "Well im here, and you know its real with how you felt the rock."

You hate that you agree with him but then you remember something. "Panties?!" You have half the mind to take off your jacket it and wrap it around waist. "Yeah, they smell good too." Hes bold too. Its kind of attractive. You want to smack the small part of you that thinks that. "Excuse me? Are you stealing my panties??" He smiles and you notice it changes his whole face. He looks sweet and inviting, the smirk is haughty and cocky. And the grin makes him look very mischievous.

"Mayhaps." You frown. Is that where all my panties are disappearing too? "Do you still have them?" He nods, smiling innocently. "Ill return them soon." You bit your lip. Hes close enough to touch and his skin looks soft. You shake your head a bit, shaking the thought off at the same time. "What...what do you do with them?" He raises a brow, surprised at your sudden interest. He uses that time to trap you against the tree behind you. "Ya' really wanna know?" You nod unconsciously and he smiles.

"Well i start with putting one up to my face, you smell good." He comments off handedly. "Then i wrap another one around my cock, its even better when theyre wet." He purrs. "I use them to jerk off. Sometimes ill even suck off the wetness whenever you do something naughty." He hums the words against your neck and your head tilts back against the bark, eyes closed.

"You taste like heaven." He wraps an arm around your waist, trapping you between him and the tree, pulling your lower half to his. "My favorite is that blue satin pair." He chuckles. "The purple baby doll is a close second though. Its a good thing i can make cum stains disappear." Your cheeks flush and he laughs, a soft breath of laughter that fans across your neck.

"Smells like you have a problem." He hums, the arm not around your waist sliding to your ass, slipping under the skirt and groping the skin, a deep groan leaves his throat. "Youre wearing the blue pair arent you. This pair always sticks so easily to you when your wet." He hums, pressing his mouth against your ear. "Lets make a deal hm? Suck me off and ill help you." You nod as his fingers brush against the wet spot on your panties.

"Take them off." He coos, snapping the band. "Or ill rip them off." He means it, you notice. Your heads a bit fuzzy but you obey, slipping off the pair and Jeonghan snatches them from your hand and holds them up to his nose, pushing your shoulder down, you understand him, getting to your knees as a growl leaves his lips. "You taste and smell even better fresh."

Your eyes cant leave his face. The face hes making...its beautiful. His tongue darts out to lick the wet spot. "Continue." He snips, tangling his hand in your hair. You obey, licking your lips as you pull down his pants and underwear. The cold air feels weird but oddly good on your bare pussy. The breeze, courtesy of Jeonghan, flips your skirt up again as you wrap your hand around his cock.

Its just as pretty as him. He has more length than girth, you wonder if its possible to deep throat him. He tangles his free hand in your hair as well, gripping your hair tight once you suck on the tip. Your panties are still up in the air at his mouth. His eyes are still closed and you want him to crumble.

You spit onto his cock, making sure his dick is wet enough before you start wrapping your lips around his cock, bobbing your head a few times as he groans. You hum softly and the feeling makes his knees wobble for a second. "Fuck..." He mumbles, when you look up again hes looking down at you, eyes hoodied and blown with lust. "Im gonna fuck your face angel." You hum and relax your jaw and throat, hands resting on his thighs.

He gives an experimental thrust of his hips and groans as his tip hits the back of your throat. "Fuuuck." He whines, hips picking up speed once you give him another ok. His hips are moving quickly and his grip on your hair is borderline painful but it makes you whine around his cock. Tears form in your eyes from the abuse on your throat. "Almost there angel." He mumbles and you flatten your tongue against the underside of his cock and his hips stutter, a whine leaving his lips as he presses your nose against his pelvis, groaning deeply as he cums down your throat, pulling out and letting the remaining bits land on your face and on your tongue.

You cough when he pulls out but swallow. You giggle and stand up. "Im surprised you went with that Hannie." You smile at your boyfriend. He puts the under in his hand before helping you step back into them despite your complaint. Jeonghan didnt often get to relax and 'do his dokkaebi duties' hes said a few times. He laughs and presses a kiss on your forehead. "I feel more relaxed now too, been bottling it up for too long, was starting to get sick."

You frown, touching his cheeks, a smile spreads on your lips as he leans into your touch. "Thats not good love. Let me know next time before it gets too bad." He nods, eyes closing as he snuggles into your touch again, hugging you to his chest.

"I love you princess." He whispers into your palm and you smile. "I love you too Hannie." Jeonghan smiles against your hand, one of his covering your hand and sighing. "I forgot how much my powers can drain me." He refuses to let go of your hand and you chuckle. "Should we go lay down?" He's quiet for a moment before he nods. "I gotta get you off too." Your cheeks turn pink. "I uh...I already came. Youre really pretty when you cum...and i was touching myself..." You confess and his eyes open, half glaring before it breaks into a smile.

"Lets go then, get you in a new pair of panties and then i wanna lay on your chest." You chuckle, letting him lead you up to your shared room. His legs are still a bit wobbly and he takes that moment to also change into pajamas, pulling some out for you.

Jeonghan helps you change before he flops down on the bed, letting you get settled before pushing you legs apart so he can rest his head on your chest, his weight pressing you down into the bed. You take that moment to take the hair pin out, placing it on the table and pulling the blanket up both of you to rest under. "Take a nap Han, ill be here when you wake up...im kind of stuck anyways."

He nods against against your chest before he snuggles more into you, holding on of your hands and relaxing. Hes out within minutes, soft snores leaving his mouth as you stroke your fingers through his hair.

"Sleep well Hannie."

[princess-leaorgana]

What Tieflings Do Chpt. 10

Summary: After the takedown of The Absolute, Zelphie finds her city in need of more help and her home destroyed. She won't stop helping, but who can help her?

Rolan x Tav (Zelphie; ~30y.o AFAB, Sorcerer, Tiefling, not really described physically on purpose <3)

M/F

Author's Note: I fucking love tielfings. Along with this being a budding romance/smut/fluff/word vomit fanfiction, it's also my case study in DnD 5e tieflings, how they act, what sets them apart from humans and devils and elves. That being said, I have a few artistic liberties in here as well where I couldn't find a straight answer, if you'll amuse me.

Warnings - Spoilers for Baldur's Gate 3, TRIGGER WARNINGS OF SA AND BODY DYSMORPHIA

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‘Adoring applause? Oh, you’re too kind.’

The grove was safe, but very selfishly, Zelphie was happy as that meant the tieflings from Elturel were safe. She adored each of them. The children especially. Zelphie did have her eyes on one little group in particular, the most boisterous of the whole party, the siblings Cal, Lia and Rolan. For the party that was beneath him just hours ago, Rolan was very happy to show off his skill in prestidigitation and give the party a light show. When Zelphie met the tiefling, he was very cocky about his talents with the weave and Zelphie had come to find out in her life that any man who peacocked about like Rolan did, wasn’t skilled. But he was rather skilled. Zelphie caught the tail end of one little series of lights and she clapped for Rolan, which surprised him. Lia and Cal were clearly enjoying themselves but weren’t clapping for him. Rolan bowed before Zelphie and she giggled. He seemed much more happy and relaxed.

‘I’m glad to see you in higher spirits,’ Zelphie told him as he sipped his wine.

‘Decent wine, my siblings are safe and I have a loving audience, what am I to be low for?’ He asked her and she grinned. 

‘I don’t know if Cal and Lia could be considered a loving audience,’ she said, as Cal and Lia were giggling to each other, sending Rolan little jabs.

‘Ah, before you came over and kindly gave me my due, they were begging for an encore. Don’t let their ribbing fool you, my friend,’ he said and Zelphie’s tail wagged. Things had been tense between not only the siblings the last few days but also between her and Rolan. He was convinced they were making a mistake staying at the grove to help with the fight against the nearby goblin camp. Zelphie liked all of the tieflings, so having Rolan be kind to her was very nice. It didn’t help that he was very handsome and had a radiating self-assurance that Zelphie was very attracted to. Not that this was any time in the world for romance. Zelphie needed to find a cure for herself and her friends. It also wasn’t exactly like her to get wrapped up in romance. Besides, Rolan was meant for Baldur’s Gate, Zelphie was meant for Moonrise Towers in Reinwith. Though, fun was what parties were for, weren’t they?

‘I’m sure you’re happy that the road is now clear for you and them to go to Baldur’s Gate,’ she said and he nodded.

‘Soon the three of us will be living the life I have worked so very hard for us to have. Lorroakan will see my talent quickly and be honored to have me studying under him,’ he said and Zelphie’s face faltered a little. Yes, Lorroakan, she knew him rather well. 

‘You know Rolan, it’s good to have a sponsor in Baldur’s Gate, they don’t exactly love tieflings there,’ she said and Rolan’s eyebrow lifted.

‘Oh? It can’t be worse than anywhere else,’ he said and she nodded.

‘You’re correct, it could be worse…but tieflings in Baldur’s Gate are seen as…exotic? And Lorroakan is not exactly a gentle man,’ she said, Rolan’s brow furrowing.

‘As if a sorcerer could possibly understand the hard work a wizard like Lorroakan has put in to get him in the position he is in,’ he sneered and Zelphie’s tail thumped on the ground. That friendly rapport did not last long.

‘You don’t know Lorroakan, Rolan. I happen to and-‘

‘Oh, as if he would deign himself to know a common storm sorcerer,’ Rolan said and sipped his wine. Zelphie stared at him and sighed.

‘Fine. You have fun with your new master, all the luck to you,’ she said and turned on her heel. That had not been worth it at all.

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Sorcerous Sundries, like everything else in Baldur’s Gate, stayed as busy as ever. After two months of relaxing and healing, Zelphie was back in the shop, carrying the little one in a papoose on her chest. He was an incredibly well behaved baby, but with his volatile magic, Zelphie was very nervous about leaving him. He had singed her hair that morning, only a little, but enough to make her nervous. He was making the customers very happy, however. Tiefling or not, a little baby could always brighten the mood. It also helped with problem customers, no one could yell at a new mother holding her infant. Her little one truly was making the shop a lovely place.

‘Oh! Look at the little pup,’ an older woman cooed just as she was about to ask Zelphie for her help. Zelphie smiled at her, holding the baby’s bottom. ‘How old?’

‘Two months, already giving me grief,’ she said and the woman grinned.

‘Oh, but it’s all worth it, eh? My little one had his first little one about six months ago, treasure the pain with the joy, it goes in the blink of an eye either way.’ Zelphie smiled softly at the woman.

‘I will try my best, in between naps,’ she responded and the woman smiled. ‘Now, how can I help you?’ That continued throughout the day, only to be interrupted by Rolan, who took a second shift with the little one.

‘Come here you, my little acorn,’ Rolan said affectionately. The four of them had a lot of nicknames for the baby. Sprite, acorn, bumble, sparky, banshee, all sorts of names from his parents, aunt and uncle. Uncles, to be fair, Astarion had slipped into the role very smoothly. Rolan had relented, his brother had been enamored with the elf for almost as long as Rolan had been with Zelphie. It was only logical. Rolan just wanted peace in his family, which was growing quickly. It now meant that Astarion stayed in the tower very frequently. Astarion usually referred to the baby as a little devil, affectionately of course. Rolan liked the name acorn, as in only two months, the little one was growing quickly. His tail grew, as did his cheeks, a black hair was growing on his head and around his horns, if you could call them that. Zelphie felt cold now that the baby was handed off, but she kissed his cheek as Rolan took their baby.

‘Have fun with daddy,’ Zelphie said and Rolan smiled. ‘I’m going for a little lunch, I’ll be back quickly for your turn,’ she said and Rolan’s tail curled around her leg.

‘Please, take your time, relax, don’t inhale your food, we’ll be fine,’ he told her and she smiled, nodding. She wouldn’t take her time, but she knew she would be scolded if she was too quick. She walked upstairs to the portal, Rolan letting her leg free.

Time would continue to fly by. The old woman had been correct, for Zelphie, it was going much too quickly. Months crept up on her and soon her little bundle was sitting up on his own. They had named him Meil. It was very close to the Abyssal word for quick. And quick he was. Anytime any adult had their back turned, he was off. That wouldn’t be too much of a problem if only he wouldn’t constantly light things on fire or shove foreign objects into his mouth or headbutt the walls. He was also incredibly wiggly. Rolan considered himself very lucky to have a tail, changing the little one’s diaper was almost impossible.

‘You are going to age me,’ Rolan said one morning after a long nappy change. Meil had Rolan’s tail in his mouth, just gnawing on it. He was a very cute baby, lucky little thing. 

‘That’s my job, Meil, don’t take that from me,’ Zelphie said as she was pinning her hair up. Zelphie felt very lucky, of course since the birth of her son she had been very lucky. She had all the help in the world. She had an easy life, she would not trade it for anything. Rolan huffed and gently pried his tail from his son’s mouth. Meil growled a little and fussed.

‘Like a displacer kitten,’ Rolan said and lifted the little one up, placing him on the floor so he could get out some of his energy. Zelphie kept an eye on him. She knew Rolan wasn’t being reckless, but two sets of eyes on the little demon was better than one. Meil took off crawling quickly towards the washroom. That was the least dangerous place for him to go.

‘Mmmm no, worse, hellspawn,’ Zelphie said and Rolan smirked at her. He looked back down at Meil who was rubbing his horns on the threshold to the washroom. Rolan grunted and cast a mage hand and commanded it to scratch his son’s growing horns. The little one purred loudly and Zelphie’s smile grew as she looked at Rolan, who was focused on watching the mage hand relieve their son of his itching horns. Her hair was ignored as she fell further in love with her Rolan. He was a terrific father, just as she assumed he would be, but witnessing his care and affection for his son made her heart swell. She couldn’t explain the intense emotion she felt watching Rolan feed Meil, bathe him, change him or just hold him. Rolan caught her linger stare and smirked.

‘You keep staring at me like that, I’ll have to put him down for a nap,’ he told her playfully and a heat raised up in her. It had been a long while since Rolan and Zelphie had sex. Their nightly romps had not picked up since Meil was born. They had had sex since then, but it was a quick release, and that quick release happened three times since the baby was born. Zelphie was still nervous about her body, which had not fully recovered since her pregnancy. Rolan was a bit desperate for time with Zelphie, but both were tired. Tonight, tonight was different. The harvest festival in the Lower City was happening and Cal, Lia and Astarion would stay at the tower while the couple took a long night with each other. 

‘I’m just judging you while you continue to spoil him rotten,’ she said with a playful smile and looked back at her mirror to finish her hair.

‘It looks beautiful, by the way, and for a public festival, you shouldn’t worry too much,’ he said and walked over behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders, rubbing the small amount of skin that was exposed with his thumbs. A shiver ran through her and she placed a pin to keep a lock of hair in place. ‘And don’t make it too elaborate, we wouldn’t want to end our night with me figuring out a puzzle,’ he said and dipped down, kissing the skin behind her ear. She sighed softly and shook her shoulders.

‘Go away or I’ll do that to you in public later,’ she told him and he chuckled. He gave her shoulders and a squeeze and turned to look at Meil, who was chewing on the mage hand. He was just staring and drooling. Rolan walked back over to the baby and grunted as he knelt down.

‘Give your aunt and uncles hell for us tonight,’ he told the little one who cooed at his father. ‘Especially the pointy uncle,’ he continued and Meil stared up at Rolan. ‘Oh, I’m going to have a rough night, leaving him,’ Rolan said and Zelphie stood up and walked over to her husband. Meil squealed when he saw his mother. He had forgotten his father’s mage hand and grunted at his mother, who smiled at him.

‘I know, my love, but it’s good for him, and he will be safe as can be here at home, where three pairs of eyes and arms will keep him safe and happy and loved,’ she told Rolan and leaned up to kiss Meil’s cheek. She smacked her lips on his cheek a few times and the baby screamed loudly with joy and moved his head to kiss his mother. Zelphie laughed as she was slobbered on. ‘Oh my little imp, you save those smiles for Aunt Lia,’ she said and looked up at Rolan. Rolan looked down at her and smirked.

‘You are slick with drool,’ he said and Zelphie laughed and wiped the side of her mouth.

‘I’ll make sure you end up like this by the end of the night,’ she told him and Rolan’s eyes opened wide and Zelphie giggled. Oh tonight, she would take care of him. As much as she could give, he would have. He pursed his lips and looked down at his son.

‘Time for us to go,’ he said and Zelphie laughed. Meil was handed off to Lia, and Zelphie had to genuinely pull Rolan’s hand to get him to stop listing everything that Lia and Cal already knew. About his new found love for chewing, what to do if he cried a certain way. Please make sure he is fed right before bed, if he’s not in his crib, do not feed him. Meil was a little handful, but he wasn’t a complicated baby, Rolan was just a hen. Lia scolded her brother and Zelphie pulled her husband out the door before Meil started crying. 

Rolan and Zelphie took down through The Wide and to the Lower City. Usually adverse to touching anyone for any reason in public, Rolan surprised Zelphie by putting his arm around her shoulder, his hand firmly guiding her and making sure they stayed together in the thick crowd of people. It appeared the entire city was out and about at that moment, as the sun began to set under the sea.

‘Ah! Here we are,’ Rolan said in great relief. He walked Zelphie over to a wine stand. Zelphie just laughed, of course the very first thing Rolan would dash towards out in public would be liquid courage. Sassy, haughty Rolan would be on the menu that evening. The couple chose wine goblets full of a wine from Candlekeep, a sweet strawberry wine, and of course the most expensive. So Rolan would have that one. ‘Well, now I’m satisfied,’ he said playfully and took a sip of his wine. Zelphie giggled and sipped her wine, it was very sweet and refreshing. Much to Rolan’s tastes.

‘Aw, so no fireworks tonight for the people?’ She asked and Rolan grinned.

‘Only if they beg,’ he told her softly and she laughed and the two took off. The wine was a little strong, strong enough that as they walked, Zelphie pointed at a few stalls and as she yammered about a certain herb that had become very popular, Rolan’s tail curled around hers.

‘But if it’s not broken, I say don’t fix it! People are obsessed with wispweed for burns, but cutting them incorrectly and using them for burns could do more harm than good! Now sales for wispweed is skyrocketing-‘ she rambled but felt Rolan’s tail and was stopped quickly. She glanced over at him and he was just smiling at her. Zelphie felt her face get warm and she bit her bottom lip. He just kept eye contact with her, a cocky little smirk on his lips as he sipped his wine.

‘Go on, my love,’ he told her and she giggled a little and fixed a lock of hair behind her hair. Was her husband’s flirting making her nervous? Yes it was, he never flirted with her in public, touching her tail as well? That was scandalous for Rolan. Even though she had known him for quite a while and had been married to him for almost a year, this little flirting was making her feel butterflies in her stomach. Rolan liked hearing her speak about what she knew, she was very decent at alchemy. He liked how intelligent she was, he liked hearing her be so passionate about something. 

‘Well, I mean, you understand, as someone who sells potions from time to time how…bizarre it is when a trend begins,’ she said and sipped her wine, stammering a bit and he chuckled and his smile got wider. He liked seeing her like this, silly over him. 

‘I do,’ he said simply and she giggled again and she nudged him.

‘I can’t talk to you right now,’ she said and he laughed and the couple continued their walk.

‘Did you always come to this festival?’ Rolan asked and she nodded.

‘I used to work during the festival. Harvest or not, the shop had a stand, waiting for the rich with their coin purses full, or if a farmer got lucky with sales and wanted to give their spouse a little treat, we would be there,’ she said and Rolan raised an eyebrow at her. She didn’t talk about her previous occupation at all. It was funny to hear her talk about it, almost so fondly. ‘I loved working the festival, no…extra duties,’ she said and Rolan frowned. She glanced up at him. ‘I mean to be lighthearted here, it was a huge relief for me to not have to be in the shop,’ she told him and he didn’t seem glad about that.

‘I just don’t understand it, I just…I can’t. And we shouldn’t talk about it here and now, but I don’t think I ever will understand what you went through,’ Rolan said and sipped his wine.

‘How about Elturel? I’m sure your harvest days were grander,’ she said, easily changing the topic and Rolan grinned.

‘Every event was! The night never came, people stayed for hours and hours, nothing ever closed. It was fun,’ he said and smirked. ‘Cal and Lia would really enjoy themselves, all the food, the fun games and events. They used to be very cute, if you’d believe it,’ he said and Zelphie grinned. 

‘I am very happy to think of you as a big brother,‘ she said and he chuckled.

‘I am still a big brother,’ he told her and she giggled.

‘I know, but you know, teenaged Rolan watching over his little tot siblings is very cute, no wonder you are a natural with Meil,’ she said and he blushed and shook his head.

‘Well, it…it has felt rather natural,’ he said with a cocky grin and Zelphie’s smile matched his. He had a right to be cocky. He was a fantastic father, loving and mindful of their little hellion. She was incredibly grateful for him. She knew in her soul Rolan would be a great father, but there was a fear she had always had while pregnant. She had known partners to get overwhelmed and leave. She knew in her heart that was never something Rolan was capable of, but paranoia wasn’t rational. She still considered herself lucky and wouldn’t take advantage of her luck. ‘It is incredibly hard, but…everything I do feels…right,’ he said and Zelphie took his hand. Another little spark of excitement when he squeezed her hand. She sipped her wine as they continued their way down the street.

Zelphie was distracted once more. There was a fabric stall and a color lured her in like a hypnotic spell, a bright aquamarine cotton and she promised Rolan she would be right back, she only wanted to look. She wasn’t really intended to buy anything, not for herself anyway. Though, maybe Lia would like something in that color? Rolan let her go off and took the opportunity to refill his goblet. Zelphie looked at the fabric, very happy to just look and pair it with a gold lace lying next to it. She could make something very pretty for Lia with this. Maybe there was a yellow and she could fix something for Cal as well? But if she found something for Cal, surely Astarion needed something, he looked divine in navy blue. Zelphie’s mind continued to wander until she was interrupted.

‘Zelphie?’ 

Everything thought in Zelphie’s head shut off, as if they were a snuffed out torch in a dark cave. That voice. She hadn’t heard that voice in over a year. Memories flushed back into her, washing over her and leaving her feeling nauseous. She turned slowly, hoping it was just a coincidence, maybe this voice was a regular at the shop. No, it couldn’t be him. Barelor Jodan. A half elf warlock who had a hyperfixation on the Infernal and demonic. Lucky him. Long straight brown hair and the palest blue eyes anyone had ever seen. He was incredibly tall and slender. He was an old ‘client’ of Zelphie’s.

‘It is you, by the hells you are looking…divine,’ he told her cooly. ‘Forgive the pun.’ Zelphie would have fainted, she would have liked to have fainted. At least then she wouldn’t have to have this interaction. She stared at him, not a sound coming from her, as if she were dueling with a viper. He took a step closer and Zelphie’s tail dropped, the tip curling around her ankle in fear.

‘I…I uhm…’ she stammered, not sure why she was talking. She had nothing to say to him. He was cruel and vicious. She wanted very much to run and hide.

‘Oh, my cinnamon, don’t stammer, I know you’ve always found me devastatingly beautiful, but you sound like a cod,’ he said and reached his hand out to her cheek. Zelphie stepped back. Barelor’s thin eyebrow arched and her reaction. He then laughed. ‘Oh! I forgot, that mindflayer fetai broke that silly little brain of yours,’ he said and smirked.

‘Excuse me.’

Rolan, thanks the heavens and hells all at once. Zelphie eyes moved behind Barelor. Rolan stood directly behind the elf. Barelor slowly turned to look at Rolan, who was looking incredibly displeased. His tail whipped quickly behind him. Barelor just looked down at Rolan, who stepped closer to Zelphie and took her hand. He felt her shaking. 

‘Oh, no, no, I’m was talking with our little friend, saer, don’t be rude tiefling,’ Barelor said and Rolan looked back up at her.

‘It sounded more like you were talking at her,’ Rolan said quickly and glanced up at the elf. He moved to walk Zelphie away but Barelor boldly grabbed her other hand. Zelphie stayed upright, but she blacked out. She couldn’t speak, she would be led easily by Rolan. Rolan turned around and got in between Barelor and Zelphie. Zelphie’s shaking hand in the elf’s relaxed enough for it to drop by her side.

‘Touch my wife again, and I will send you into the Chionthar,’ Rolan sneered, his voice deep and low. Barelor snorted and flipped a lock of hair over his shoulder.

‘Your wife? Ha! Tieflings are exactly as I thought. Willing to eat whatever scraps others leave behind,’ he said with a laugh in his voice. Zelphie placed her hand on Rolan’s shoulder. It was a little too late. No magic in a crowd. Rolan reeled back and hit his knuckles to Barelor’s jaw, hard. Zelphie gasped and pulled Rolan back as Barelor held his face.

‘You apologize to her. Have you absolutely no respect? She’s the Mistress of Ramazith’s Tower, Hero of Baldur’s Gate! You have no right to touch her, no right to talk to her like that!’ Rolan continued, losing his demeanor completely.

‘Rolan, Rolan I want to go,’ Zelphie begged him. She wasn’t in her own mind, her body was buzzing with anxiety. The handful of people who caught the punch seemed like a million eyes on her. Rolan looked back at her and sighed. She wasn’t looking at him, just off.

‘Inveniam viam.’

A blue mist covered Zelphie’s eyes and she held onto Rolan, her claws digging into his robes. Immediate guilt washed over her. She had ruined their night. Guilt, along with the terror she was feeling in her heart and stomach and she broke down sobbing. They were at the threshold of the Upper and Lower cities, the furthest place Rolan could get them. Rolan held her close.

‘Did he hurt you?’ He asked her and she shook her head. Once more, people were staring.

‘I want to go home.’ She pleaded again and Rolan walked her up the long hill as she shook and sobbed and tried to steady her mind. Rolan held her close, his thumb rubbing her arm as they finally made their way to the tower. Once inside, Zelphie’s hyperventilating cries got more intense. She could breathe, but with the sounds she was making, Rolan was concerned that she couldn’t.

‘Zelphie, Zelphie, breath. Nothing else is the world matters, you must breath,’ he said holding her face in his hands.

‘Rolan, I can’t,’ she heaved and Rolan shook his head. She was having an anxiety attack, something Rolan was familiar with. He had never seen Zelphie like this, but he was prone to them, usually at night.

‘I’m not here, just your lungs. You breathe. In and out,’ he ordered her calmly, but firmly. ‘Close your eyes.’ He said and she was able to do that. ‘I’m in control, let go. I have you. All you need to do is breathe.’ He told her and she tried, getting overwhelmed by his orders. She felt as though her chest cavity was going to cave in.

‘I can’t.’

‘You already are.’

‘Rolan.’

‘What color are my eyes, Zelphie?’ He asked softly and Zelphie pictured Rolan’s face in her mind instantly. She was still shaking, but in that instant, her mind wasn’t reeling with the events at the fair. Just Rolan’s face in a dark void. She lived in silence for a moment. ‘Zelphie, what color are my eyes?’

‘Gold.’ Rolan paused at her answer, he had yellow eyes, but he wouldn’t disagree with her. This wasn’t a test, it was a method to ground her.

‘Mmmmm and what about Meil? What color eyes does he have?’

Suddenly, in her mind, Zelphie was on the balcony outside of Meil’s room, in a nightgown, cradling her son. She was making small sparks appear from her fingers to amuse him. He was staring so adamantly at her fingers.

‘Gold, like his father. Exactly like you.’

‘Rolan? What’s happening? Why are you-‘ Zelphie felt Rolan’s hand leave her face for a moment. She didn’t hear Lia come in. Rolan stopped his sister from moving, from speaking. She had heard the door and came down to see Zelphie sobbing and Rolan huddled close to her. Zelphie felt his hand on her cheek once more.

‘Yes, very good. How about Lia’s eyes? What color eyes does Lia have?’

‘Orange, like mine,’ Zelphie answered softly. She had calmed down considerably. 

‘You are fantastic. Now let out a nice breath for me.’ Zelphie did as he asked and let out a shaking breath, but it felt very good. She wasn’t crying anymore. She opened her eyes slowly to see Rolan. Yes, gold eyes, that was right. They were deeper than yellow. He smiled at her. ‘I didn’t tell you to open your eyes, very naughty,’ he said and Zelphie smiled a little.

‘I’m so sorry Rolan,’ she whispered to him and he shook his head.

‘If you apologize for all of that, I’m not going to listen to you. Do you feel better?’ He asked her and a she shook her head.

‘What happened?’ Lia continued and Rolan sighed and looked at her.

‘Zelphie had a fright, but she’s fine now, she’s safe at home.’

‘Rolan punched a man,’ Zelphie blurted out. She couldn’t help it. Lia gasped. She felt her eyes stinging again with tears. ‘Rolan, I can’t believe…he’s a dangerous man, Rolan…you-you shouldn’t have done that,’ she said, her emotions getting the best of her. Rolan cursed and looked at Lia.

‘Go away,’ he ordered her. He didn’t mean to be short with Lia, but she wasn’t helping. Lia nodded and left the entrance room and Rolan put his eyes back on Zelphie. ‘It’s done, it’s done, my darling, it’s over. I don’t care how dangerous he is, we are safe. You are safe, I am safe, Meil is safe. We’re all safe now,’ he said and Zelphie shook her head and cried into her husband’s chest. He held her tight, his jaw resting on her horn. ‘Oh my Zelphie, I hate that you’re so frightened,’ he told her. She just continued to cry. She knew she was safe, but she didn’t want to stay locked in the tower. She wasn’t sure if Barelor would come after her or Rolan. Maybe someone would write another article about Rolan’s outrage once more. What it did really bring up in her was the fear that in Baldur’s Gate she wasn’t safe from clients like Barelor. Some she wouldn’t fear if she saw again. Most she would, most were violent maniacs. This was her city, she had to feel safe. She would. Today wouldn’t repeat itself, it couldn’t.

‘I’m sorry, Rolan,’ she sobbed and she felt his warm hands on her back, rubbing circles to calm her down.

‘Shhh…’ it was all he would say. She didn’t need to apologize, but he could only say that to her so many times. Unfortunately, before she calmed down, another crying was heard from the tower, Meil. Rolan tensed up and Zelphie lifted her head. Rolan cursed again and Zelphie loosened herself from Rolan’s grip. ‘Zelphie, Lia will get him,’ he told her and she shook her head.

‘No,’ she said simply and ran up a flight of stairs to tend to her baby. Zelphie knew that Lia or Cal would be able to help him, but in her fear and vulnerability, she selfishly needed to see her son. Maybe if she could make him stop crying, she would feel better. Rolan followed her slowly, knowing she would be stubborn about it. Not allow a mother to tend to her baby? He wasn’t an idiot. 

Zelphie made it to the third floor and walked very quickly to Meil’s nursery. He was crying in there and no one else was around. Maybe Lia told the other two they were home and she was upset. It didn’t matter. She opened the nursery door and stopped when she saw what was happening. Astarion had the baby in his arms, humming and swaying him gently. Zelphie had been hyperventilating, crazed and frightened, but to see her friend being so gentle with her son, she stopped completely. Astarion caught her gaze and tilted her head.

‘Come home early to ruin my fun time with the banshee?’ He asked her playfully and she walked into the nursery. Meil saw his mother and reached for her. She took her baby boy quickly and held him tight.

‘Oh my little imp, shh..shh…’ she said and swayed like Astarion had been, but with deeper dips. 

‘What in the world are you doing here so early? And…why are you crying? What happened?’ Astarion asked and Zelphie sighed.

‘It’s incredibly complicated, I’ll tell you, but…later,’ she said and smothered her son’s face in kisses. He moaned, but his sobbing was calmed. Rolan entered the nursery. Astarion looked up at Rolan and raised an eyebrow.

‘I’m not to be angry with him, am I?’ He asked Zelphie who scoffed and shook her head.

‘No, like always, he is my hero, oh you little demon, shhhh…’ she said, holding her son close.

‘When did he last eat?’ Rolan asked Astarion, who shrugged.

‘I don’t know, I just woke up, Cal and Lia are elsewhere, I just walked in.’ Zelphie smirked up at Astarion.

‘Quite the instinct,’ she said and Astarion frowned at her. She smiled at him.

‘I hated that,’ Rolan muttered. He wasn’t in any mood to think of Astarion as a doting father, and not the implications that brought to light. Would he be happy for Cal to have the same joy he found in fatherhood? Of course. But with an immortal? It just wreaked devastation. He didn’t want to think about it. ‘I’ll fetch him a bottle,’ he said and turned as Meil seemed to calm down considerably. Astarion waited a beat before looking back at Zelphie.

‘I can smell your heart racing, what is going on?’ He asked her and she sighed.

‘We have a lot in common, you and I. Of course, my past can’t compare to yours but the…nature of my past occupation was similar,’ she said and sighed. Astarion frowned at her words.

Zelphie told Astarion in the quickest way possible what her old employer forced her into. She was careful with how she worded everything around Astarion, as Astarion quite literally had no choice in his actions. Zelphie just felt forced to. She had taken an opportunity for money and stability that hurt her emotional and physical wellbeing. Astarion listened, not incredibly happy with this new revelation, but he was happy Zelphie was no longer in that position. Just as relieved as he was not being in his old position. Zelphie would spend the rest of her night talking to Rolan about all of this. She had been dismissive of this subject a few times with him, but she owed him a better explanation now that it was affecting him. Rolan had returned and Astarion left the nursery. Rolan took Meil in his arms, giving Zelphie a break. 

‘So, I think you and I should talk,’ Rolan spoke to Zelphie once Meil was in his crib. Zelphie was undressing and she nodded. How did she explain this to Rolan? It was easier with Astarion because Astarion could empathize. Though, maybe Rolan could too, in a way.

‘Do you remember when we first met, how many times I tried to warn you off of your apprenticeship with Lorroakan?’ Zelphie began, pulling on a silk night dress and walking to their bed to sit next to Rolan. He was under the covers with a book, waiting for her to climb in.

‘Very well, yes,’ he told her and she grabbed oil from the nightstand for her horns.

‘Well, I didn’t know how cruel he would be to you, I only knew how cruel he had been to me,’ she said and Rolan’s eyebrow raised. ‘Him and many others were given permission by Mayleen Starheart to do as they pleased with me. The exotic hellspawn will tend to your every need,’ she continued and sighed. ‘And Lorroakan? Well, he had enough money that she would just send me to this very tower to earn a hefty tip from him,’ she was attempting to be honest and straightforward. Rolan was miserable, but he was glad to finally clear the air about this.

‘He? Lorroakan…he…’ Rolan was trying to find the words at all. His brain was truly trying to focus on not imagining that damned human even touching Zelphie.

‘He assaulted me,’ Zelphie finished for him and he closed his eyes, shutting his book. ‘He was incredibly unkind, but as were most everyone who took advantage of my employer’s offer. Day in day out, as I was attempting to perfect my craft, I would be interrupted by them any moment and then she would scream at me for not finishing my actual work,’ she said and sighed, looking down at her oil. ‘I don’t know why I kept all that from you. Only because it’s unpleasant to think of and I don’t want to ever sour your mood. And I never thought I had to…but seeing Barelor today…it was as if the only thing on my body that was working was my heart and that was trying to explode. I didn’t predict I could ever….freeze up like that,’ she said and Rolan opened his eyes and looked at her. ‘Is that what it feels like? When you…?’ She asked and Rolan nodded slowly.

‘Like everything in the world is buzzing around you, but you are completely paralyzed with fear? That your body can’t move and you think if you speak you will die and that the whole world wishes you would just drop dead?’ He asked and Zelphie just looked at him. That was quite the way to explain that. He wasn’t wrong. ‘Yes, that’s how it feels. You just need to let that small voice that is still you tell that louder one to ground yourself. You know what I do? What I used to do before I had you?’ He asked and she shook her head.

‘I think of my tail,’ he said and she smirked. He had tried to calm her down by getting her to name off eye colors earlier. ‘Or my hands, simple things I can easily concentrate on that won’t further trigger my urge to swallow my own esophagus,’ he told her and she nodded.

‘Hopefully I won’t need to remember that,’ she said and dropped some oil into her hands.

‘I hope so too,’ he said and leaned over to kiss her cheek. She smiled, a warm rush flowing over her. How dare he make her feel like that after such a terribly night.

‘I’m sorry I ruined our date night, maybe I can pay Cal and Lia to stay again,’ she said and Rolan chuckled.

‘Date night isn’t over, you haven’t ruined anything,’ he said, reading his book and Zelphie smiled at him, rubbing the tip of her left horn.

‘Oh really? Are you going to rut on top of your fat wife tonight?’ She asked and cleared his throat, not happy with that phrasing at all.

‘My wife is not fat.’

‘Yes I am.’

‘Zelphie, stop it.’

‘No, admit that I’m fat.’

‘Zelphie! You…’ he sighed and snapped his book shut. ‘Your body is perfect. Your body held my son for eight months, the only thing stopping me from my carnal lust over you is your current attitude,’ he snapped and she looked at him. He glanced at her.

‘Do you mean that?’ She asked softly.

‘Why cause have I ever given you to think me a liar? Of course I mean that. And you know what? I’ll prove it,’ he said and she put her oil back in her nightstand. As her back was turned to him, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close. She squealed and he buried his face in her neck. ‘I’ll put another baby in you right now,’ he said softly and she gasped and whipped her head to the side to look at him. He was just staring at her through heavy lids.

‘You wouldn’t,’ she told him and he grinned. He leaned up and kissed her fiercely. She kissed him back, placing her hands on his cheek, tasting his lips and tongue. He tasted like wine.

The couple slept comfortably in each other’s arms, Zelphie moved around a lot, but Rolan kept her close. His wife required that comfort, it was the least he could do. As she had given him everything a man could ask for.

[emotionallyattachednerd]

𓆩 Progress + Life Update 𓆪

Evening beautiful goblins!

Hope everyone is doing well nearing the end of this year, which by the way is completely inase just how quick it's gone by. Seriously, it feels like it was only April last week. 😲

Giving a small update where I am with my requests and writing. Again, I'm sorry for the delay, its taking me much longer to finish requests than I had anticipated. Lately I've been staring at the screen thinking hard over scenarios for each one, before realising I have been staring for like a hour and I haven't writen any of that wicked shit down, like I just thought magic fairies were going to come along to write them all out from my head. 🧚

It all comes to that I'm unmotivaed to write, I'm too tired, or I'm distracted doing other things in my life. There's never enough time for everything sadly. Just have to plot along as the days pass. 👍

On top of all that, I'm currently looking after a orphan joey ( wallaby ) which I use to do years before, than this chance came to me again, and it's been a wild ride with the little girl, very active and never likes being alone, something I'm working on so I can release her when she's old enough. 🦘

Below is where I am with requests. 📝

⬇️ Writing Requests Queue ⬇️

Progeny | TP Soundwave x f!human reader ✔️

Firefly | RotB Bumblebee x f!human reader ✔️

Stress Release | IDW Rodimus x f!robot reader ✔️

Only Human | TP Ratchet x f!human reader ✔️

The Beasts Rabbit | TP Predaking x f!robot reader ✔️

Pet Play | TP Predaking x f!human reader ✔️

Speed of Light | TP Smokescreen x f!human reader ✔️

Hot Delight | IDW Rodimus x m!robot reader ✔️

Seeker Allure Part 2 | Starscream x Skywarp x Nova Storm x f!robot reader ✔️

Eternal Soul | IDW Rodimus x f!human reader ✔️

Darkness Lust | IDW Helex x f!robot reader ✔️

Zesty | TP Bumblebee x f!robot reader ✍️

Yearning | RotB Mirage x f!robot reader ✍️

On Break | IDW Starscream x f!robot reader ✍️

Nutrients | IDW Megatron x f!robot reader ✍️

Sweet Honey | G1 Bumblebee x f!robot reader ✍️

I'm hoping to get them finished before Christmas/New Year. After that I plan to keep requests closed for a short time so I can focus on some of my own wips that have been sitting around for months, and finally update another story on Ao3 which is well over due for that.

That's all for now. Fingers crossed I can do more progress this week. A million times over again, thank you all for oyur beautiful support and kind feedback. I love this community! ❤��

[dykesanddragons]

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[monstersohmy]

Lanterns in the Dark: Chapter 2

Pairing: f!fairy x m!minotaur

Summary: After Rhoswen has a close call, she and Minos share their fears. Cautiously, they begin to allow themselves to care for one another

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: mostly pining and fluff, references to endangered species, reference to starvation, humans are terrible

At the sound of the chimes, Minos opened the door, a little disappointed that Rhoswen wasn’t tangled in them again. The trust she’d shown in letting him untangle her at the last visit had warmed his heart and reminded him that, despite his size and past, he could be gentle and careful. That, if he couldn’t be part of this world, maybe he could be part of hers. 

As usual, she flitted around the place muttering in that ugly language scanning for curses. He patiently waited at the table looking at her softly, black eyes glossy at the idea of being cared for. 

Confident the room was clear, the pink light grew brighter through the transformation until Rhoswen stood in her human form. From the bag wrapped around her waist, she took a few tea bags and a large, heavy mug that would fit his hand and set them on the table. 

“You enjoyed the tea before, so . . . “ she faltered.  “I thought– I hope you like it.”

The glossiness in the minotaur’s eyes became tears.

“Why are you tearful?” Rhoswen caressed his cheek. Minos pushed into her delicate hand.

The acrid smell that lingered on her last time had gone, but it still plagued his mind. Minos had not been able to let it go, worrying into a near frenzy in the time since the last visit. 

“Why did you smell of blood last time?” he countered.

“A goblin tried to eat me. Got me halfway its mouth. I had to--,” her head dropped, shoulders shaking. “I had to hurt it.”

He wondered what such a tiny being could do to hurt a creature so much larger. Especially while grasped in a gnarled goblin hand and held a breath away of being devoured. How did she—

Oh. 

The spell she cast so he could hold her had been done for survival. 

Reaching out with extraordinary gentleness, he stroked her grassy hair while she shook with sobs. He had no idea how to comfort her, but took a risk and guided her to sit in his lap so she might feel safe in his arms. Her sweet face buried into his tautly muscled neck, tears joining his. 

“I’m the only one left.” The grief-stricken whisper was barely imperceptible. Minos heard it. Not just the fact. The leaden loneliness of being the only one. “I’m scared.”

 “So am I.”

“What are you afraid of?” 

“Of being that monster again. Of humans,” he paused. “Afraid of driving you away.”

Rhoswen hadn’t had a family or even a friend for so long before she’d found him near death in the forest. Everything outside was growing more dangerous. Humans were growing their settlements, slashing and burning everything in their path for new buildings and roads. Unaware or uncaring that communities and entire species were being displaced or eradicated. There was less space and too many creatures fighting for it. Fewer sources of food as well, which had driven that goblin. It was starving.

Rhoswen sobbed herself to sleep, tears running down his clavicle and chest. Minos dared not move lest he disturb her. 

“Would you walk me home tonight,  Minos?”

*

The night was clear and cool. Deepest blue sky pin pricked with stars and presided over by a blinding full moon.

Minos could barely feel the weight on his horn where Rhoswen sat as they walked through the night. He never ventured far from the cabin, fearful that he wouldn’t find it again. Fearful he would encounter humans and again become the monster they had made him. Mostly, fearful that the little fairy would be lost from his life. 

“That’s it. That rosebush.”

Thick, angry black branches coiled, armed with long thorns ready to attack. Dark, heavy red roses bloomed in abundance. Beautiful, but also a warning of the blood that would be spilt should anything other than its mistress try to disturb it. Minos deeply breathed in the scent, shivering at the richness of it. He’d thought all flowers would be beautiful and kind. These roses and their bush were violent. 

Rhoswen dropped away and fluttered to kiss his nose. 

“Boop.” 

She flew to the bush and, tucking her delicate, translucent wings close, burrowed through one of the tunnels amid the thorns that led to the innermost hollow. 

*

Cold sliced into her bones.

Rhoswen laid her head on the cotton, pulled the sweater scrap around her, and continued to shiver, the night was so cold. After a time, her body quaked trying to keep itself warm and she rolled to lay on her back in order to spy whatever pinprick stars could be seen through the raging rosebush. The freeze was so harsh and stabbing that she wondered if these would be the last stars she’d ever see.

Something rustled outside of the bush, then the stars disappeared. 

*

“Rhoswen.”

The fairy stirred, opening her eyes to pure blackness. Warm blackness. Somehow she’d made it through the freezing night.

“Rhoswen, I am taking the blanket off the bush now.”

Suddenly, sunlight seeped through the rose bush’s thick limbs and deadly thorns. Still tipsy in that half-sleep place, she stirred and sat up, trying to bring the world into focus. 

“Rhoswen.”

The voice was deep and familiar, laden with worry. 

“Minos?” Her voice was barely a whisper yet he heard. Bits of the morning sunlight streamed between the viscous branches of the rose bush. Between them, Rhoswen thought she saw shadows of a bull’s head and horns. Probably a hallucination brought on by coldfright but she crawled through the thorns anyway, hoping it was him and not a vision. 

At the end of the rosebush, the sunlight was so impossibly bright it hurt. All that was visible was searing white light and stark black shapes within it. Yet there was a warmth just ahead and she stumbled forward and fell into it. 

Minos gazed down at the little fairy collapsed in his hand. He did his best to stroke her green hair with his pinky finger until she came to, blinking. She couldn’t stay there; he might accidentally close a fist and hurt her. 

“Rhoswen, I need you to hold on.” 

He brought his hand to his shoulder and held it there until she settled against his thickly corded neck, clutching for safety. Minos retrieved the blanket he’d tossed over the rosebush and threw it around him, creating a space for Rhoswen to be safe until they arrived at the cabin and she could be properly warmed by the fire. 

[ao3feed-drastoria]

𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑨𝑹𝒀

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/k9pzimD by mochamilktea_x The First Captain had sent Hitsugaya Toshiro the 10th Squad Captain and Hase Hitomi the 3rd Seat of the 1st Squad but Hitomi's her original name was Aquila Potter the daughter of Lily Potter and James Potter to be sent to Hogwarts to investigate and interfer the mortals in World of Living. Toshiro has a crush on Hitomi. After learning her birthname with the help of the goblins. She wasn't very happy that her life is being controlled by a mere human who turned out to be the Headmaster of Hogwarts. But also meeting her parents from heaven telling her not to trust Dumbledore. Words: 25, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Bleach (Anime & Manga), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Hitsugaya Toushirou, Astoria Greengrass, Sirius Black, Regulus Black, Remus Lupin, Albus Dumbledore Relationships: Hitsugaya Toushirou/Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Lavender Brown/Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Astoria Greengrass & Draco Malfoy, Astoria Greengrass & Harry Potter Additional Tags: Female Harry Potter, Master of Death Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy Redemption, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Abusive Dursley Family (Harry Potter), Regulus Black Lives, Sirius Black Lives, Female Harry x Toushirou, Ron Weasley Bashing, Good Friend Ginny Weasley, No Ginny Weasley Bashing, Molly Weasley Bashing, BAMF Minerva McGonagall, Protective Minerva McGonagall, Protective Hitsugaya Toushirou read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/k9pzimD

[ashwritesmonsters]

Masterpost v2!

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The Orchardkeeper - F!Reader x M!Minotaur - Lime [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

The Thru-hiker - F!Reader x M!Mothman - Lemon [Part 1] [Interlude] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

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The Skateboarder - F!Reader x F!Orc - Lemon [Link]

The Murabito - F!Reader x M!Ningyo - Lemon [Link]

Drabbles, Requests, & Drabble Requests

Werewolves and Chocolate - F!Werewolf x M!Human - Orange

Flirty M!Orc x Small Chubby Shy F!Reader - Lemon

Del Toro M!Fishman x Intimidating Jumpy F!Reader - Lemon

M!Dryad x Dom F!Reader - Lemon | [Part 2]

Gothic Vampiric M!Demon x Crass Smol F!Reader - Lemon

Body-Conscious M!Alien x Caring F!Reader - Lemon

M!Werewolf x M!Reader - Lime

Tall Manhandling GN!Reader x M!Goblin - Lime

Shy M!Satyr x Shy F!Reader - Lemon

Tsundere M!Incubus x Shy F!Reader - Orange

M!Reader x M!Illithid - Orange

Maid F!Reader x Knight F!Cyclops - Lime

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Dom F!Reader x Subby M!Goblin - Lemon

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[feral-ella-flynn]

Paying the Toll, pt 2: M Troll x F Human, SFW (for now)

Part 1

Male Troll + Female Human

still SFW (so far)

2.5K/6.5K word draft

tagging @feralprose @monster-bait @apocalypticromantic666 @pre-schoolervengance @bresilienne-ami @soivebuiltupaworldofmagic @dont-call-me-a-faerie @kirmalight (comment to be tagged in updates!)

I bet no one expected this to be updated! Including me! This installment is definitely not as long as I intended, because I got really hung up on details--that’s why I’m posting anyway, to get some momentum so that hopefully the third part will be both longer and not so tardy. 

Escaping a goblin raid on your village leads you to a bridge, but you have nothing to offer the troll who guards it for a toll...except yourself

You wake in darkness.  At first you aren't sure you're awake at all--it's only by touching your own eyelids that you can feel sure they're open. It seems to make no difference between the thick, pressing dark around you either way.

“Mattie?” you whisper, your voice thin and hoarse. 

There’s no answer, and understanding comes crashing down on you, like floodwater overwhelming a dam. You are not in your cramped room under the eaves of the big house, Mathilde is not sleeping on the narrow bed an armspan away–if she’s lucky, perhaps she was able to hide in the cellars or the attics, somewhere that was safe enough until the goblin raiders felt they had run out of things to raze and ravish and moved on. Or perhaps help would come, from the regiment billeted outside the market town, or from rangers who might have been near enought to see the smoke. If Mattie was unlucky….

A sob catches in your dry throat, then turns to choking dry heaves that leave you shuddering. Bile burns on your tongue. You huddle into the nest of furs, remembering now where you are and how you came to be here, naked and alone in the pitch black.

Not alone. There is the hush of leather brushing against stone, a faint musky scent. 

“Brúsi?”

“Aye.” The troll’s gravel-rough voice is low and close–you almost reach out, ready to blunder once again into his arms rather than be alone with your fears.

The scrape of flint is loud enough in the silence to make you jump. Sparks illuminate the troll, kneeling at your side, and as he coaxes the tinder to unfurl into flame you hastily wrap a fur around your bare flesh. Whatever mood made you so bold before has been banished by your nightmares.

“Is it morning?”

The troll shrugs. “Near enough.”

“Shall I–shall I make breakfast for you?” Your fingers knead anxiously in the soft nap of the pelt that you clutch closed over your chest. “What do you like for breakfast?”

The troll–Brúsi–glances at you, his head tilted in the way that is already familiar. You think it means he’s just as bewildered by your contract, and by you, as you are yourself.

“Dried goat,” he says. “Morning meal, evening meal. Unless there is a new goat.”

“Oh. Where do the goats come from?”

He shrugs. “The bridge provides.”

Well. You take a deep breath, pushing the fear and panic of the last day, of the dark dreams, down into a tight ball at the bottom of your stomach, where you can ignore it for a little while. “Does the bridge ever provide eggs?”

And so you begin your month as housekeeper to a troll. 

Your clothes are badly stained, and chilly from being spread out on the stone floor, but they're dry and you dress in them anyway, trying to ignore the scrutiny of Brúsi’s dark blue eyes as he watches you. He seems fascinated by the layers as you lace your stays over your shift, tie the strings of your petticoat, and your cheeks burn with a blush as you finally button your gown. You do your best with the tangles in your hair--letting it hide your face until your heart stops thumping in your ears before you twist it into a hasty braid. 

There are no eggs. But you take a lantern the troll indicates and follow him into another cave that serves as a store room.

“There is goat,” he says, pointing at the considerable supply of dried meat, “and other goods, if tha wish them.” His gesture at the heaps of bags, crates, jars, casks, boxes–all jumbled together and shoved to one side–is dismissive, as if there is nothing of value to be found. You stare wide-eyed at a bolt of fine silk, at the glint of gold from a carelessly overturned casket with a broken lid.

“What is all this?”

“Payment for the toll, for when there were no goats.”

“You don’t do anything with the things paid for the toll? They just sit and rot?”

He shrugs. “I butcher the goats.”

You can only shake your head, but the practicality can’t be denied–gold and silk isn’t much use in a cave, and it’s with less wonder but more delight that you find flour, oil, and salt.

Breakfast is fried bread--and goat meat.

Once the meal is prepared and cleaned away, the troll vanishes up the dark tunnel. He takes no lantern with him. He also doesn't say a word to you before he leaves, and you stand in the cave for a while, expecting him to come back with instructions, or–well, something. But he doesn’t, and  you can only twist your hands in the skirt of your gown for so long. Eventually you pick up the lantern and explore. 

There is little enough to see. Other than what you noticed when you arrived, there is an alcove that must be where the troll sleeps, on piled furs that smell musky but not unpleasant. There is the storage cave, although it seems larger than it did at first, because you realize that you can’t see the far wall before the circle of light gives way to darkness.

And then there is the tunnel entrance, where your new employer disappeared, and which presumably leads out, to--your stomach lurches at the memory of being upside down from the sky–the underside of the bridge. But perhaps that had been an illusion, and the tunnel merely led out to an opening in the bank underneath the bridge? You had been half out of your mind with fear, after all. Maybe you dreamed that part.

Maybe…maybe you could simply walk out of this tunnel, out of the dark, and walk all the way home.

Except that you agreed to a contract. And the troll did say he wouldn’t eat you, wouldn’t even touch you, which was more than any of the men at the big house ever promised...none of them had touched you, but you knew that was because you had been careful, so careful, all the time, to be invisible. 

It had helped that Mattie made it easy to fade into the background. She flaunted her pretty curls and winsome dimples, and when she sometimes crept into your shared attic room well after midnight she always had a new length of fine fabric for a dress or a necklace of amber beads to show for it. You asked once if she wasn’t afraid of falling pregnant, but she just shrugged.

“I know to be careful,” she said, and hid the coins she’d gotten for selling her latest bauble away beneath her bed.

Thinking of Mattie makes your eyes sting with tears, and reminds you that probably there was no home to walk back to–and if you tried, there would likely be nothing to be done there except burying the dead. You leave the tunnel entrance alone, and busy yourself with organizing the heaped goods in the storage cave.

When Brúsi returns, he brings you eggs, freshly laid and nested in a straw packed basket. 

“They had no goat." He shrugs. 

Other than struggling to invent new ways of preparing goat meat, most of your time is spent sorting. You find all manner of things in the storage cave, from precious jewels to plain linen fabric. The gems and gold you store in caskets, and then can’t shift on your own–Brúsi laughs at you, and picks them up with one hand, arranging them neatly along one wall as you direct him. You stack bolts of fabric, folding shorter lengths neatly into a another chest, you line up swords with gold wrapped hilts, swords with elaborately carved scabbards, swords that are short, swords that are nearly as long as you are tall, and then there are maces and axes and other things you can’t name. There’s even a pair of pistols in a tooled leather box, their handles gleaming mother of pearl. It’s more treasure than you ever imagined, and you feel that you’re in a dragon’s den instead of a troll’s cave--except that Brúsi shows little interest in the goods, except for the goat meat.

“If you don't have a use for these things, why accept them?” you asked, after the third day of sorting boxes and bundles and barrels, and still not finding the back wall of the cave. You’d found a crown, heavy and lumpy, like something out of an ancient grave, and under it a belt of bronze scales that linked together.

The troll just shrugged. “They are the toll, for the bridge. There must be a toll.”

“Then…" you bite your lip, but blurt "can I use some things?”

“If tha hast a use for them, then mayhap the bridge meant them for tha to use.”

“You make it sound like the bridge is alive,” you murmur, running your fingers over the bolts of fabric, already imagining yourself in a dress made of such soft material.

“The bridge is the bridge,” Brúsi says.

“What does that mean?”

He just shrugs.

You sigh, picking up a bolt of wool–practical, and still finer than anything you’ve ever worn. “If the bridge provides, can I give it a list? I need thread, needles, scissors, buttons…I can’t keep wearing this dress,” you gesture down at yourself. “Not without something else to wear while I wash it, at least, but I can’t make anything without supplies. And for that matter I need soap–”

Brúsi tilts his head. “Tha may always ask the bridge, but it works slowly. Simpler for tha to go to a market.”

You stare at him, your mouth falling open. “I can? I mean, is that allowed? I thought…”

He stares at you, the intense blue of his eyes unblinking, and you finally shrug. “I just thought I couldn’t leave the cave.”

“Not for long, but art not bound to the bridge as I am. Come.” He scoops a handful of coins into a pouch and leads you into the tunnel.

The ground slopes upward under your feet, and after a time there is a door before you, swinging outward. Brúsi ducks under its arch, his broad form filling the opening. When he doesn't move to let you through, you realize that he's blocking the way deliberately. Unease spikes through you.

"Is something wrong?"

"The bridge made tha sick before," he says. “Tha shouldst close thine eyes.” You squint suspiciously up at him–is he laughing at you?–but obey. You hear the rattle of his bone-decorated belt as he steps toward you, but then he stops. “I must touch tha,” he says. “Just to lift tha over the topside.”

“All right,” you whisper. You stifle a gasp as his enormous hands circle your waist, lifting you easily off of your feet, and then after a blur of motion you feel stone under you again.

When you open your eyes, you’re on the narrow stone arch of the bridge.  Your lantern flame becomes suddenly pale compared to the warm sunlight that makes you blink and squint. There is no dark and shadowed forest hemming in the river. Instead there is a road, smooth hard dirt fringed with wildflowers on either side, and the rooftops of a village in the distance.

“Where…” You look down at the bridge under your bare feet. 

“The bridge is all bridges,” Brúsi says. He holds out the leather bag of coins, and you take it, staggering a bit at the weight. “Buy whatever tha need.”

You hesitate, glancing from the troll to the road. What is there to stop you from walking away and never returning, from making a life somewhere? The bag in your hand holds more money than you had ever expected to earn in your life. There would be nothing to hold you to the bridge…except your promise.

“Tha canst not escape the bridge.” Brúsi seems to be reading your thoughts, although he’s not even looking at you. He’s gazing down at the water. “Every bridge tha sets foot on will be this bridge, until the toll is paid.”

“Of course.” The bag of coins drags at your arms, and you fumble it open, taking out a handful. “I should be able to get everything I need with these–it would be dangerous to carry all the rest of this.”

The troll frowns, glancing from you to the distant rooftops. “Danger from other humans?”

“Only if I seem to have more money than I should,” you assure him hastily. “It would get attention from the wrong kind of humans. I'll be careful.”

 The coins bite into your palm as your fingers clench unconsciously. The frown creases his forehead, not smoothed away by your reassurances, and you half expect him to shake his head and pick you up under his arm again, ready to toss you back under the bridge. 

“Please?”

 You bite your lip too late to keep the word in, but there are lazy curls of smoke rising from the distant chimneys, and you can hear the lowing of cattle nearby, the friendly chime of chapel bells...and all you can think about is cheese. Cheese, and fruit to pair it with, or potatos, perhaps. Honeycakes. Your stomach rebels at the very thought of dried goat.

Brúsi jerks his chin toward the road. “Go, then. The bridge will be waiting for tha to return.”

You hand off the sack of coins–your shoulders more than grateful to be relieved of its weight–and the troll adds it to the other oddments that dangle from his belt among the bones. He folds his arms.

The handful of coins you kept are barely enough to make your pocket sag with their weight, but you can feel them as a reassuring lump under your skirts. You run anxious hands over your hair and stained gown, smoothing uselessly at wrinkles. 

“I wish I had been able to bathe properly,” you mutter. “I look like a ragamuffin.”

But your hands and face are clean, your hair neatly tied back, and dusk is not far off, so perhaps your bare feet will not be noticed. You step from the cool stone of the bridge to the warm hardpacked dirt of the road. 

"I'll be back s--" Your voice breaks off as you glance over your shoulder. The bridge behind you is a simple one of wooden logs, straddling a stream that a child could leap across. Gooseflesh prickles the back of your neck. You hurry down the road towards the village without looking back a second time.

[princess-leaorgana]

What Tieflings Do Chpt. 9

Summary: After the takedown of The Absolute, Zelphie finds her city in need of more help and her home destroyed. She won't stop helping, but who can help her?

Rolan x Tav (Zelphie; ~30y.o AFAB, Sorcerer, Tiefling, not really described physically on purpose <3)

M/F

Author's Note: I fucking love tielfings. Along with this being a budding romance/smut/fluff/word vomit fanfiction, it's also my case study in DnD 5e tieflings, how they act, what sets them apart from humans and devils and elves. That being said, I have a few artistic liberties in here as well where I couldn't find a straight answer, if you'll amuse me.

Warnings - Spoilers for Baldur's Gate 3, very fluffy chapter

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‘I will not gamble our lives, our futures, on people who are as good as dead! No, we must leave for Baldur’s gate at once.’

Zelphie had been so excited to see so many tieflings in one place. As horrible as the last few days had been, it was nice to have something decent happen. Off the nautiloid and onto a beach she didn’t recognize with a life altering fetus slowly chipping away at her brain. She wasn’t alone, but she was comforted to see so many of her own kin. But her problem was her priority. Her and her new band of companions needed a healer and supplies. Zelphie craved to go back home, but they found a Druid’s grove full of tieflings. Though, as she made her final trade to a halfling merchant in the grove, she couldn’t help but overhear three tieflings having an argument. She began to walk over to them, they were talking about Baldur’s Gate. She knew they would know how close they were to her home.

‘What’s the use of having spells and blades if we don’t bloody use them?!’ A woman yelled at a man, another man looked desperate to calm the other two down.

‘Could we all just take a moment, please?’ He pleaded. Zelphie felt a hand on her arm. 

‘The druid said Nettie was that way,’ Shadowheart told her and Zelphie looked back at her new companion, not really liking that she had grabbed her. She shuffled out of Shadowheart’s grasp.

‘They are going to Baldur’s Gate, they might know where on Toril we are,’ she said and walked over to the tieflings, the woman still shouting.

‘Or yell louder, that’s fine too,’ the tallest tiefling said, annoyed, but not as argumentative as the other two.

‘Did you say Baldur’s Gate?’ Zelphie cut in and the three tieflings turned to look at her. The tallest looked a little surprised, the shorter man flashed an angry look at her and the woman nodded.

‘Yes, we are meant for Baldur’s Gate, but it’s not going anywhere, so we have to stay and fight! They are kin!’ She shouted most of this at the shorter tiefling. He looked to be the oldest of the three. He looked back at the other woman and hissed.

‘They aren’t my kin, you are! We will be safe in the city! If we leave with the herd, the packs of goblins will hunt us down and make quick work of us. If just the three of us leave, we will be left alone and be free of this damnation!’ He shouted back and Zelphie looked at him. She could tell but the lines on his face he was used to fighting. The three were very clearly siblings.

‘You three are from Elturel, yes? Exiles, all of you, you should stay,’ Zelphie said and the woman smiled at her. ‘The more tieflings in one fight the better.’ The man groaned and shook his head.

‘I am not responsible for every tiefling in the damned world!’ He shot back.

‘Then just be responsible for your own tail then,’ the woman told him, pleading now. ‘We have to stay, it’s the right thing to do, and you know it, Rolan,’ she said and the man shook his head and cursed.

‘Zurghan! Fine!’ He relented and the taller man sighed out and smiled. ‘We’ll stay, if they survive, it’ll make for a good story, I guess,’ he said sarcastically.

‘Thank you, Rolan,’ the woman said and he sighed.

‘Do the three of you know the way to Baldur’s Gate? And we close?’ Zelphie asked and Rolan shot a look at her. His face was incredibly sharp, his glare could frighten a night troll.

‘Why, so you can leave? After convincing my sister that her stupid ideas have any merit?’ He asked and Zelphie frowned. ‘Shove off.’

‘Well, what a nice little group,’ Astarion sneered as Zelphie walked away from the siblings.

---------------

‘Lajy, I’m going to step on you on purpose.’

Zelphie was in her favorite place in the tower, the kitchen. She was half inclined to ask Rolan for a portal from their bedroom to the kitchen, but lo, she would have to make the walk. Eight months and a tenday did she develop in pregnancy. She slipped out of her bedroom for a light snack of lamb leg. She waddled out of the kitchen, Lajy on her heel, looking for a snack. A pregnant Zelphie was a hungry Zelphie, and Lajy would not be too far from her most days. Though, Zelphie was not as graceful as she used to be, and tripped over the eager cat a lot during the day. 

The summer months were very hot, and Zelphie had been put on bed rest due to the heat and a few early contractions but would take a quick trip around the third floor of the tower once a day to stretch her legs. She was restless, but active labor was late, and she needed to rest as much as she could stand it. She walked back to her room, her tail swishing behind her, underneath a silk robe. As she opened the door, she was confronted.

‘Hey! What are you doing up?’ 

Rolan was pointing at her, walking in the opposite direction of her. He had just come from the shop. Zelphie stared at him for a moment. She had been caught in the act.

‘Nothing,’ she said and quickly slipped inside of the bedroom and shut the door. She quickly made her way to the bed, and before she got there, Rolan was inside the bedroom.

‘Zelphie, this isn’t cute or funny, please stay in here,’ he told her, sounding exhausted. Zelphie got into bed and sighed.

‘I’m sorry Rolan, but I feel fine, but I was starving and my legs so restless, I’m going mad,’ she told him and he sighed and nodded.

‘I know, I know, I’m back from the shop now,’ he said and walked over to the balcony doors and opened the curtains. ‘Have you had any more?’ He asked her and she shrugged.

‘I had one about an hour ago, but I don’t think it was a contraction, maybe some kind of cramp,’ she said and Rolan looked at her.

‘Where was it?’ He asked, walking over to her. She rubbed under her belly, in between her hip and groin. Rolan frowned and let out a deep sigh. He was clearly having a debate in his own head.

‘What?’

‘I’m worried.’

‘You are always worried.’

‘I think we should have someone fetched,’ Rolan said and brought a hand to his face. Zelphie frowned. He was right, but she didn’t want him to be right, she was terrified. A tiefling birth was an awful occasion and her pregnancy seemed to be lingering. She felt her heart beating, knowing any cleric worth their salt would have her induced, and that made her terrified. Zelphie just nodded and looked down at her belly. She was massive, or at least that is how she felt. How was this giant baby supposed to come out of her? Rolan felt his wife’s tension and sat on the bed next to her.

‘I’m not going anywhere, you’re not alone, alright?’ He asked her and her heart only beat faster and she frowned. She was very close to crying. ‘Hey, hey, I know. If I could take this from you, you know that I would. And I’m terrified too, but you have been through so much worse. Can I tell you something about the war with the Absolute that I never told you?’ He asked and she nodded, desperate to be distracted with anything else. He stood up and opened his side table drawer for parchment and a quill. He began writing a quick message. ‘I was here, up by the cannons, watching that humongous brain. Gods, I was barely holding on, knowing you were up there,’ he said and took the parchment, shaking it to let the ink dry. ‘I prayed to Mystra, I prayed to Tyr and Helm, I even prayed to my mother that you would make it. And then I watched it fall from the sky into the Chionthar...Zelphie, until Lia came to me that night, I thought you were dead,’ he said and Zelphie tilted her head. ‘When Lia told me you were in the tower taking a bath I almost fainted. I don’t think I had ever been so relieved in my life. I know that will be the worst pain I’ll feel in a long time, because today is different. You’re going to make it and at the end of today, you will have our child in your arms,’ he told her as he folded the letter up and walked back to the balcony, disappearing for a moment. When he returned, Zelphie was just staring at him.

‘How could you possibly be so sure?’ She asked him and he smiled a little.

‘Because, you are my wife and I demand my wife be safe,’ he said and she choked out a little sob. That was stupid. He sat back down on the bed and took her hand. ‘I need all of your energy today to keep what is most important in this world safe, alright,’ he told her and she nodded, sniffling and crying. ‘I will do the same, the only thing on this planet that matters today is my darling, nothing else, no one else,’ he continued and she squeezed his hand tight and rubbed her belly. 

Everything had gone very quickly. Their cleric had returned for a home visit and Zelphie was given a rancid potion to drink and her belly was massage with a hot oil that reeked. All to induce the birth. About two hours after the potion was drunk, Zelphie had a contraction. From then on, she was in bed, hands and knees on the mattress, only focusing on breathing and pushing when she was told to push. Only Zelphie, Rolan and their cleric were present, Zelphie hated that she couldn’t have Cal or Lia present, but this was a very vulnerable position and she could barely handle hearing Rolan and their cleric speak. Every little thing was irritating to her. About four hours into active labor, Zelphie’s irritation grew and the room became a little dangerous to be in. When any sorcerer was in unbelievable pain or distress, their magic was less controlled, less predictable. Zelphie shot ice in Rolan’s direction twice, and while he held her hand she electrocuted him. He was alright, but it was truly best for as few people to be in the room as possible.

Eight and a half hours of labor, a tiny tiefling was born on Ramazith’s Tower. Baldur’s Gate had one more tiefling in its charge. A male tiefling with a little stumpy tail, little bumps on his forehead and bright yellow eyes. He was horrifically loud, but once he was in his mother’s arms, she held him close. Zelphie was exhausted, humiliated and in a pain she had never felt before, but praise the gods, was she elated. She held her crying baby, crying tears that she had been crying earlier, but now from joy and relief. It was over, and now she was holding him, her little baby.

‘Oh…oh my darling,’ Rolan was a mess. He was crying as well, he had sweat almost as much as Zelphie and he was also in pain. Not as much as Zelphie, but because of Zelphie. He was down to a shirt and his trousers. He knelt one knee on the bed to get a good look at his son. His son. He was ready to implode. He couldn’t believe it, this little baby was his. He kissed the side of Zelphie’s head and pressed her forehead to her temple.

‘Congratulations,’ the cleric spoke, the poor woman. She had done a brilliant job and took a lot of the brunt of the couple’s fright and worry and anger. Rolan pried his eyes from his wife and son and walked over to the cleric. ‘Not my first tiefling birth, but absolutely the most successful,’ she said, clearly a little proud of herself. She walked over to Zelphie and the baby. ‘How do you feel my dear?’ She asked Zelphie, who laughed loudly.

‘I have no idea!’ She cried and looked down at her little one, who was settling down. ‘Everything hurts, but my heart, my heart is so full and close to breaking, I couldn’t possibly explain,’ she said and just kept her eyes on the baby. ‘Oh yes, yes yes, everyone can hear you, my heart, shhh…’ she cooed and the cleric grinned. The joy in the room was contagious.

‘Yes, yes, your joy is palpable, my dear,’ she said softly. ‘Are you in any pain?’ She asked and Zelphie nodded, but was hypnotized by her little bundle. The cleric waited a moment and laughed a little nervously. ‘Where, dear?’ She asked, but Zelphie wasn’t hearing anything. The baby had calmed down and she was taking him in. His eyes were closed, but his little mouth was open, his fists rubbing his ruddy little cheeks. He was a little paler than his father, no hair to be noted, not yet. What would he look like in a few months? Who would he resemble in a year? ‘Miss?’ The cleric called out and Rolan placed a hand on Zelphie’s shoulder and she was taken out of her state.

‘Oh, I’m so sorry…I uhm…well...my…hips hurt and everything between them, but nowhere near how they hurt an hour ago,’ she said and glanced up at Rolan. She felt like she was dreaming, she didn’t feel real. The cleric smiled and nodded.

‘Good, good, I will leave you with my bag, please let me know if there is anything I can do. Bathe in the next hour, if there are any new secretions, please contact me, but it looks as though all you need is privacy,’ she said and Rolan smiled at her.

‘I’ll walk you out, my brother, who I am sure is right outside will take care of our bill,’ he said and held out his arm, walking the cleric to the door. Zelphie went right back to her little one.

‘Oh! Damn me, before I leave, what is the name for the little one?’ The cleric said and Rolan cocked an eyebrow at her.

‘Uhm…just to…register him? We don’t have a name for him, probably won’t for a while,’ he said and the cleric nodded.

‘Right, I apologize, when one comes to you, you will need to find me again.’ Tiefling names were incredibly important, and babies usually weren’t given an official name until a personality showed itself, and even then, their name might change as they grew. Zelphie wasn’t named Zelphie at birth. Rolan had always been Rolan, but his parents didn’t name him until he was toddling. ‘Rolanson then, just for the paperwork,’ she said and Rolan’s tail tense led a little. Zelphie wasn’t hearing a word of the conversation. She didn’t notice the door open or hear Cal and Lia. She could only see her baby and hear her baby. He was like a narcotic. She leaned down, kissing his forehead and he squirmed at the new touch. Everything was new for him. Zelphie heard a happy shout from the hallway but didn’t look up. She wanted to memorize the little one. She didn’t even know she was still crying. Someone could have come to clip her ear and she wouldn’t care. She felt Rolan sit next to her once more on the bed. She felt his lips on her temple once more and she sobbed again.

‘Ohh….shhh…by every god in the pantheon, you did so wonderfully,’ Rolan whispered. ‘I am in such awe of you, look what you did,’ he continued and Zelphie continued to cry and looked up at Rolan. He wrapped an arm around her and pressed his forehead to hers. ‘You’re a miracle worker, no magic can surpass what you have given me today, nothing, nothing known to this plane can compare,’ he said and she nodded.

‘I love him so much,’ she sobbed and Rolan chuckled. He rubbed her back and kissed her softly.

‘Oh my darling….you're going to make him and me cry,’ he said softly with a little laugh. ‘Shhhh…’ he continued to rub her back. ‘Oh my darling,’ he whispered and peppered her face with kisses, being as gentle and loving as he could. Rolan looked at his son and smiled. ‘You have been here for fifteen minutes, and you’re already upsetting your mother,’ he said and Zelphie laughed. Rolan reached over, his hand shaking a little and he cupped his son’s cheek. Zelphie watched Rolan, watching his expression change from sweet to terrified.

‘Do you want to hold him?’ She asked and Rolan looked at her and just held eye contact with her. He was hesitant and Zelphie smiled. ‘He’s not heavy,’ she teased him and he sighed.

‘That’s the problem,’ he said and Zelphie lifted her arms, holding the baby’s head in her hand to hand him over to Rolan.

‘Just hold his little bottom and head, you’ve read enough, time to practice,’ she said and moved to hand the baby to Rolan. Rolan tensed up, but took the bundle. ‘There we are,’ she said and Rolan frowned when the baby grunted. ‘Shhh, he’s fine, everything is new for him, oh…’ she said and sat back and looked at Rolan. He was stiff as a statue, terrified of moving too much or hurting the baby, but Zelphie felt a warm rush run through her. What a beautiful portrait in front of her, Rolan holding their son. ‘Oh Rolan,’ she leaned up and kissed his cheek and rested on his shoulder. ‘You look good with a baby in your arms,’ she said and looked back down at the babe. She felt Rolan relax a little. Her tail reached up and pushed the baby’s blanket over his round belly.

‘My son,’ Rolan whispered and Zelphie looked up at him.

‘Your son,’ she said softly, feeling incredibly proud.

‘You gave me a son…I…’ Rolan shook his head and swallowed. ‘I don’t mean…I mean he’s just…he’s mine, ours, yours, mine, I can’t wrap my head around this,’ he said and she laughed softly. She was terribly happy. Rolan looked down at her with a frown. ‘What if he looks like me?’ He asked and Zelphie laughed loudly. He had asked it as if he was worried that their son would look like him. That was absolutely ridiculous. Zelphie had instantly been attracted to Rolan’s beauty, the moment she saw him and she had mentioned that to him. How Rolan didn’t think he was attractive was beyond her. He had pretend conceit in the past, but clearly he didn’t believe his own compliments. Rolan was dashing, just as he would say.

‘Rolan! He will be very lucky to look exactly like you,’ she said and he frowned. ‘Yes, just like that, but look at him. He’s the most beautiful little thing in the world, you hush,’ she said and looked back down at their son. He was a little scrawny looking, and would grow into his face soon enough, but a mother’s love was blinding to any objective defects in beauty. ‘Oh I could eat him,’ she said and Rolan snorted.

‘He is very…cute,’ he said and smiled. He touched his son’s little fist and then looked at Zelphie again. ‘Let me sit him down in his cradle and run you a bath,’ he said and Zelphie moaned.

‘No, give him back to me,’ she said and Rolan sighed.

‘You will have to let him go while you bathe,’ he told her, but handed her the newborn. Zelphie was happy to just hold him again. Rolan got up and walked to the washroom to start a bath for her and Zelphie just cooed over her baby.

‘Did you tell Lia?’ She called and she heard Rolan laugh over the sound of rushing water.

‘Yes, and you owe me two gold, she did not pass out,’ he said and reappeared in the room. Zelphie smiled, not taking her eyes off the baby. She touched the little bumps on his forehead where his horns would grow. ‘She and Cal are deliriously happy and I told them once you had your bath and rest they could visit, quickly,’ he said and Zelphie smiled up at Rolan.

‘He’s terribly lucky. Most of our kin get nothing, he has a little village to love and raise him,’ she said and Rolan grinned. ‘Thank you for my family, Rolan.’

After fussing from both mother and baby, the little one was put in his crib, Rolan sending a soft music spell over the crib so he could focus on helping Zelphie bathe. Zelphie needed his help desperately but she really hated that he had to see her like this. She felt physically at her lowest, and the man who was supposed to share a bed with her was washing her naked body. But Rolan was insistent. The amount of books he had read in the last six months about tiefling pregnancy was impressive. He genuinely was happy to help his wife feel clean once more. He did allow her privacy so he could clean the bed. As he did so, their little one began to cry and Rolan got Zelphie out of the bath and into a plush chair by the bed. Zelphie breastfed as Rolan cleaned the room up. Rolan helped Zelphie back into bed to get ready for a visit from their little one’s aunt and uncle. Rolan walked Lia and Cal in and Zelphie was feeling incredibly tired, but she was excited for this meeting. Cal and Lia had been so supportive and excited about the birth, she knew they would make wonderful guardians. A little one could never have enough love. Lia walked in first, she was almost tip toeing in. Zelphie gave her a sleepy little smile and Lia held a hand over her mouth. She was doing her best to control her excitement. 

‘Come open your eyes my little heart, meet your auntie Lia,’ Zelphie whispered and she heard Lia make a little sound. Lia got over to her, followed by Cal.

‘Oh my gods…oh,’ Lia whispered, her mouth still covered by her hand. ‘How are you feeling, Zelphie? You look great,’ she asked and Zelphie laughed a little.

‘I’m over the moon,’ she said and glanced down at the baby. ‘Come on, open your eyes,’ she said, and stroked the skin between his eyebrows gently. The infant lazily opened his eyes at the touch, only for them to roll up and shut again. Lia laughed at that silly little face.

‘Oh my goodness, that was so cute,’ she said and her tail lashed back and forth happily. ‘Zelphie, I can’t believe he’s real, he’s so small,’ she squeaked.

‘I don’t know, he’s got Rolan’s big fat head,’ Cal said happily and Lia hit Cal’s shoulder. Zelphie smirked and lifted the little one.

‘Do you want to hold him, Lia?’ She asked and Lia’s eyes grew.

‘Go sit in the chair Lia,’ Rolan said and Lia obeyed quickly. Oh, did she ever want to hold that baby. Lia sat down in Zelphie’s armchair and Rolan took the baby from Zelphie. Rolan walked back to his sister and gently passed the baby to her. Lia made a little happy sound, somewhere between a squeak and a giggle.

‘Oh…oh Rolan, look what you did,’ Lia said.

‘Excuse me?’ Zelphie asked and Cal laughed, but Lia shook her head.

‘No, I know, I’m sorry Zelphie…but…come on, I never thought my big brother could ever,’ she said and Rolan smiled at his sister.

‘I think I am to say thanks,’ he said and Lia grinned and looked back down at the little one. Cal scooted closer to Zelphie and kissed her cheek.

‘Personally, I think you did brilliant,’ he said with a cheeky tone and Zelphie grinned.

‘Thank you Cal,’ she said and looked back at Lia, who was in heaven. 

Eventually, Cal had a turn and was introduced properly to his nephew. Rolan made the visit short as he noticed Zelphie’s eyes grow heavy. Luckily for them, just as Rolan took his son back, the infant cried for a change. Rolan was absolutely determined to get it right. Neither one of the new parents had ever done this before and a lot of practice would make perfect. How did one deal with a tiefling tail and a nappy? A mess it would absolutely be. The little one was secure with a nappy and was quiet for one moment before screaming for another feeding. Zelphie was beyond exhausted, but asked Rolan to move the crib close to the bed so she could watch him sleep. She was terrified of sleeping, but sleep would have to come. Rolan moved the rocking crib close to Zelphie’s side of the bed, and placed the little one on his back and summoned the music spell again. He walked over to the cleric’s bag, full of potions and lotions for the baby and Zelphie. He walked over with the bag and began unloading it all on his side table. He read the labels of a few and smiled when he read the third one. He handed it to Zelphie who took the bottle. A numbing cream. Zelphie’s eye lit up.

‘Where the hells was this three hours ago?’ She asked and Rolan chuckled. She placed it on her side table. She would sleep easily without it and would use it when she was rested if she wanted to get up and walk about. Rolan climbed into bed and handed her another, large bottle. Lavender oil.

‘Alright, face the baby, back to me,’ he told her and she absolutely didn’t object. She untied her dressing robe, letting the light silk fall down her shoulders.

‘You don’t have to,’ she put up a fake little fight, just to be polite. Rolan chuckled.

‘Oh yes I do,’ he said, taking the bottle of oil from her and began to tenderly rub her lower back and shoulders with the oil. 

No, it didn’t take very much for Zelphie to fall asleep. Rolan was reminded of her first night in the tower. She was in a much worse state then, but she had fallen asleep on the floor, against his legs as he massaged the crown of her horns. He had been relieved that night that she was alive, and he would keep it to himself, but as joyful as he was becoming a new father, most of his joy was from Zelphie surviving their son’s birth. She wasn’t going anywhere. And he would take care of her.

Rolan and Zelphie had fallen asleep just before dawn and woke up to a baby cry four times before the rest of the world was waking up. Zelphie wasn’t as good waking up every two hours, so by morning, Rolan took the screaming newborn away to the balcony and bounced him gently. It didn’t take very long for Rolan to get over his nerves of holding the little one. He had no choice, it seemed, he needed Zelphie to rest, and the baby was just fussing. Maybe the warm morning sun would settle him down.

‘There there, my gods what a fuss, you get your lungs for your mother,’ Rolan tutted, gently bouncing the baby as he paced outside. ‘Shhh shhh, yes that’s it, you just needed to be warm, hm?’ He asked as the baby stretched and hiccuped from crying. Rolan chuckled at the cute little sound. ‘You are going to do yourself in with all that nonsense, I won’t tolerate it,’ he told the baby lovingly and looked out at the city below. ‘Those people will have one more tiefling to complain about, but it would serve you right if you keep up the screaming,’ he kept on, just talking in a low voice to soothe the baby. It was working. The little one was calmed down and had half his eyes open. ‘There you are, good morning my prince,’ he said and traced his finger gently on the baby’s cheek. Rolan walked over to a little stone bench on the balcony and sat, watching the little one. The baby was moving a little, scooting around in Rolan’s arms as he figured out his limbs and the new world he was in. Rolan was tired, but less irritable than Zelphie, so he was happy to just relax and watch. 

Rolan looked up at the sea, watching boats sail back in for the morning from fishing trips. He heard roosters and school bells. The day was going on down in the city as if nothing new happened. But for Rolan, the world had stopped spinning for a moment. His whole life changed just hours ago. He stretched his neck and as he did, he heard the baby let out another hiccup, a loud one and Rolan glanced down. A puff of green glittering smoke appeared around the baby and Rolan’s brows furrowed. Where had that come from? Rolan was immediately nervous and opened the baby’s little swaddle. Another hiccup. The green glittering smoke was back, it had come from the little one’s hand. Rolan’s face fell immediately.

‘Oh fuck.’

A sorcerer.

[ashasmonsters]

Masterpost!

Hey everyone! Here's the masterlist for all my stories. If you're new, hi! Feel free to hit up my ask box on my main, @ashwritesmonsters !

Each long-ish story is named after what kind of character the reader is. The format for each story is this:

Title - pairing - citrus rating

Here is a useful post explaining Citrus ratings.

Here is a link to my AO3!

I'll update the list as each story goes out, so this list will always be up-to-date! Check under the cut, and thanks for reading!

Stories

The Orchardkeeper - F!Reader x M!Minotaur - Lime [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

The Thru-hiker - F!Reader x M!Mothman - Lemon [Link]

The Middle Prince - M!Reader x M!Tiefling - Lemon [Link]

The Skateboarder - F!Reader x F!Orc - Lemon [Link]

The Murabito - F!Reader x M!Ningyo - Lemon [Link]

Drabbles, Requests, & Drabble Requests

Werewolves and Chocolate - F!Werewolf x M!Human - Orange

Flirty M!Orc x Small Chubby Shy F!Reader - Lemon

Del Toro M!Fishman x Intimidating Jumpy F!Reader - Lemon

M!Dryad x Dom F!Reader - Lemon | [Part 2]

Gothic Vampiric M!Demon x Crass Smol F!Reader - Lemon

Body-Conscious M!Alien x Caring F!Reader - Lemon

M!Werewolf x M!Reader - Lime

Tall Manhandling GN!Reader x M!Goblin - Lime

Shy M!Satyr x Shy F!Reader - Lemon

Tsundere M!Incubus x Shy F!Reader - Orange

M!Reader x M!Illithid - Orange

Anons

💜🖤💜 hearts anon

[kim-monsterlings]

Exophilia Masterlist

Introducing Me // Requests //  My Commissions - CLOSED

Updated: 31/10/2021 - Bucky Barnes ghost AU

Story count: 22

My Ko-Fi

Monster Matches - CLOSED// Monster Match Masterlist

Tropemas Masterlist

Faebruary Masterlist

Mini Kinktober Commissions - Info

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-Cubi

Leigh // F Succubus x GN Human (Reader) // NSFW

Demons

Idella // F Demon x GN Human (Reader) // SFW

Dullahan

Lars // M Dullahan x M Human (Reader) // NSFW

Fae

Torben // M Fae x F Human (Reader) // SFW

Firbolg

Gwynna // F Firbolg x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

Gargoyles

Galan // M Gargoyle x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

Ghosts

Bucky Barnes // M Ghost x F Human (Reader) // NSFW - Kinktober Challenge

Gnolls

Ollie // M Gnoll x GN Human (Reader) // SFW

Goblins

Vardelk // M Goblin x GN Human (Reader) // SFW

Hellhounds

Danon //  M Hellhound x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

Kelpies

Cathair // M Kelpie x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

Kitsune

Roan // M Kitsune x F Human (Reader) // NSFW - Kinktober

Mer

Brae // M Mer x M Human (Reader) // NSFW

Minotaurs

Neo // M Minotaur x F Human (Reader) // SFW

Nagas

Kaan // M Naga x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

Nokken

Edel // M Nokken x F Human (Reader) // NSFW

Orcs

Raynar // M Orc x F Human (Reader) // SFW

Eladan // M Orc x GN Human (Reader) // SFW

Other

Bellamy // GN Cursed x F Human (Reader) // SFW

Selkies

Enan // M Selkie x F Human (Reader) // NSFW - Kinktober

Tiefling

Trine // F Tiefling x GN Human (Reader) // NSFW - Kinktober

Were-

Cane // M Werewolf x GN Human (Reader) // SFW

[fandom-puff]

Do you maybe have an fluff alphabet with George weasly

I do now!

George Weasley Fluff Alphabet

Gif creds to owner

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

He loves loves LOVES when you get a mischievous little glint in your eyes 🥺

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Yesss he wants his own little tribe of troublemakers

And even if you’re not a ginger, you can bet your ass they would most likely be all ginger

God help you if twins runs in the family

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

George takes you on the cutest picnics in the summer (he does some of the food, but Mrs Weasley slides a few of her treats into the basket)

Also: broom rides through the orchard!?!

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

You’re his Little Wonder

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

You had gotten involved in a prank, as as you were running away from Filch, you both dived into an empty classroom, giggling, breathless and grinning like a pair of idiots

You definitely had your first kiss there too

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

George is so gentle with you, little soft touches, forehead kisses, gentle voice...

But he will also wrestle with you, tickle you half to death, and be very boisterous

It’s a good balance :)

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

George weasley will be holding you hand more often than not. Walking? Yep. Sleeping? Most likely. Cuddling? Definitely.

He also does that thing where he swings your joined hands and it’s CUTE

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

His first impression of you was ‘oh bloody hell, she’s good’ because you essentially told Percy to ‘bugger off’

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Not particularly. He knows you’re utterly devoted to him, just by looking into your eyes 🥺🥺

But if someone’s getting a little too friendly with you and you look uncomfortable, he will happily sling an arm around you and glare at the person

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

See F for first kiss 🥺

Otherwise, his kisses are firm, and you sometimes get a little carried away, leading to your friends clearing their throat to get your attention

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

He does- it’s really casual

“Bloody hell, YN, I love you, you’re amazing,”

“Wait what? Say that again.”

“... you’re amazing?”

“No no no the other thing”

“Oh! I love you! But... I thought you knew that already :D”

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

After Gryffindor finally won the cup, you practically flew onto the pitch and kissed him full of the mouth. He pulled you onto his broom and omg!!

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Before the launch of WWW, he physically couldn’t buy you things- not that you minded of course- but after the joke shop starts picking up and he earns a little money on the side, you can bet everything he gets you little bits and bobs ever now and then

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Navy Blue- when you first started dating, it was the colour of the jumper Mrs weasley knitted for you

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Trouble, my girl, mischief, little vixen, cheeky, love

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

I reckon George would really really like old cottages?? Like he would happily live his cottage core dream in a lil cottage with you

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Cuddles!! Also once you introduce him to netflix... you quickly make your way through lots of series

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

He talks to his twin 🥺🥺 and Fred knows exactly what prank or joke to tell to cheer him up 🥺🥺🥺 and you definitely get roped into the prank :)

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Everything.

“YN? Where dyou reckon the goblins out of Gringotts live?”

“For the love of god George go to sl- hold on. You’ve got a point”

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Just being with you? Draw the curtains around the four poster and hide away from the world, snuggling up with you

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

He’s proud of the business, especially as it defied his family’s expectations

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He proposes at Christmas with his whole family there. Mrs weasley SOBS. All his brothers cheer as you nod and pull him up for a kiss. I feel like he’d want a really simple wedding? Just family and close friends

Mrs weasley deffo makes the food

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Hear me out: Hey Ya! By OutKast

Idk why I just... it fits

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Of course. See W

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

George Weasley would get either a bearded dragon or a Great Dane. There is no inbetween. And they’d have a ‘human’ name as well like Steve or Gary

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