#curiosity killed the blood elf

[sinizade]

Izveta Noquar

Class: Rogue

Dark Urge (Evil but "redeemed")

Romance: Astarion (Ascended)

Besties: Why does she need friends if she has her own company? (Shadowheart is her bestie)

Being the youngest adopted daughter of the prestigious Noquar family in Menzoberranzan, Izveta was able to surpass the matriarch's biological daughters in any aspect, battles or manipulations. The drow had a natural talent for killing ever since she first held a weapon, the family's only concern about the girl was her constant conversations with a butler who seemed like only she could see, but often some other drow could see a small shadow next to her, almost as if whispering in her ear.

Her first love was the first person Izveta killed, a handsome young elf with beautiful green eyes almost the same age as her who was given to her as a gift by her mother. The young drow really thought he loved her the way she loved him, but she discovered the hard way that it was all just cruel manipulation for him to try to kill her and escape... What he didn't expect was that it would be a trigger for something cruel and bloodthirsty to awaken in Izveta who hunted him like an animal and slit his throat completely, leaving him unrecognizable...

Izveta ended up finding out from her butler that her sisters planned to kill her to reduce the matriarch's chances of choosing Izveta to replace her as head of the family. The young drow, possessed by anger and a feeling of betrayal, slew her sisters, showing them both to her mother like a trophy, but she didn't react as Izveta expected... The woman who raised her all her life tried to kill her and was once again overcome by hatred, Izveta killed her own mother, afraid of the reaction of the other drow, she fled to the surface where her butler constantly talks about a place she could actually consider a real home, where she would be accepted and loved for who she truly is

Getting used to the surface culture was one of the biggest difficulties for Izveta, not having males to satisfy her whims or soldies to do as she commanded was a reality check. The males on the surface were not as submissive and obedient as those who served her in Menzoberranzan and this ended up involving her in several fights in the places where she managed to stay, but it wasn't long until she finally found that place her butler talked about, her home, The Temple of Bhaal, the Lord of Murder... Her father. She didn't like her father's temple, it wasn't quite what she imagined as she thought it would be something grand like a castle or a fortress, but it fit with the cliche "I am a homicidal God"

Baldur's Gate was truly a lovely city, so full of light and life, Izveta simply loved walking through the dark alleys looking for some clueless person who would follow her wherever she took them, so that was when she met that dark-haired human man who He wasn't looking at her with fear, but curiosity and even perhaps admiration? Izveta didn't know for sure, but receiving that look after so long made her interested in knowing more about this human, knowing more about this "Enver Gortash"

The years after meeting Enver seemed to improve her mood. Izveta might have loved killing, feeling the hot blood on her hands, but she loved even more being pampered, receiving gifts, ordering and having her carpices supplied whenever she wanted and Enver made a point of doing all of this for her, giving some small gifts like rings, necklaces, masks... Izveta LOVES masks. Even though vanity is not something much used either in the Bhaal temple or by his followers, Izveta always loved simply beautifying herself, makeup, big jewelry, hairstyles for her long white hair, she loved spending minutes and even hours just beautifying herself with makeup or the blood of someone she killed. Enver managed to make her see him as an equal, not just an equal, a potential partner both with this strange plan with a "brain" and in bed, he had a thirst in his eyes, a thirst for her and she would quench that thirst every time he begged for her...

For some reason, losing her memories, even if it caused a certain frustration, at the same time caused relief... Being able to recreate her story without memories of the past to worry about

Some may think that Izveta redeemed herself by denying her "family heritage" by denying Bhaal, but her wave of chaos was just beginning. Astarion may think he controls her, that she is his beautiful spawn waiting only to receive orders from her lord, but something he doesn't even suspect is that he is right in the palm of her hand... A little flattery, a few whispers in his ear, a few touches on his chest and he does exactly what she wants and when she wants, he may not feel anything anymore or maybe feel, but the memories of the love he once felt for her are what give her power. Being a Bhaalspawn may have its advantages, but having the control of an ascended vampire lord was much better and as a vampire spawn everything is even more delicious, an eternity delighting in the death of whoever she wants and without any consequences... No There's nothing more she wants

Some extra information about Izveta

She loves white, she loves seeing the white of her clothes stained with blood, she loves seeing how her skin is highlighted while wearing white, she simply loves the color white.

She felt a little sorry for Orin, her little blood kin might be a kinda crazy, but she wasn't a bad person... At least not before her mother tried to kill her.

The only bad thing about denying her "father" was losing Sceleritas... Her butler, her true father... one of the few creatures she truly felt affection for

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     Both of them would have been killed if anyone found out. He wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near their land, let alone their realm. Nor was she supposed to be near his. 

     Y/n was always curious about everything in the land. And far beyond it too. Maybe that’s why she found herself in the mortal realm one night. Wandering the streets, admiring what it was like to be human without the responsibilities of a high fae set to wed in a year and a half. 

     A marriage she didn’t wish for. If she went through, she would be this king's fifth wife, much younger than his others from the rumors. She despised the thought of being with an elf that cared little for his lovers and more about his power. She wanted to escape. 

     Maybe that's why she believed Seungmin found her that night. The reality was he was going home and smelled her blood, non-human blood. His curiosity drew him to her. Maybe it shouldn’t have, but those elf ears and beautiful eyes lured him in. 

     He never believed elves were real, even though he was a supernatural being and shouldn’t exist. But when he met Y/n, the vampire was far more smitten than he had ever been in his long life. 

     She’d sneak over to the mortal realm every couple of days to see him. Enjoying the night and company before she returned home. Those mortal realm escapades turned into crossing borders deep in the woods where no one patrolled. Smiling and laughing. Maybe wanting more. 

     It was one kiss that sparked it. Seungmin never made a move until she did. She leaned in one night before he returned home and pecked his lips. Both were gone from that moment. 

     All those every-other-day escapades turned into every day. Sneaking out of the castle and into the arms of a vampire. One she felt safe and loved with. Enjoying the time they had when in a little over six months, they would stop this and she would be married off to a man who sought power more than anything. 

     “Run away with me,” Seungmin suggested as they lay on the forest floor, wrapped in each other’s arms. 

     “Easier said than done,” Y/n sighed as she played with his fingers. 

     “You sneak out every night. Just don’t go back,” Seungmin told her

     “Where would we go?” Y/n sat up and looked down at him

     “Away from the woods that way no elf can drag you back. We’ll figure it out,” Seungmin smiled 

     “Min—“

     “Please Y/n. You’re the first good thing I’ve had in centuries. I don’t want to give you up,” Seungmin sat up with her and pulled her onto his lap, her legs laying on either side of his. His hands holding her hips. “Please. Run away with me?”

     “Let me think about it?” Y/n asked holding his face

     “Of course,” Seungmin turned his head and kissed her wrist, lingering a bit, fighting his thoughts. 

     “Min?” Y/n drew him out 

     “I'm fine,” Seungmin cleared his throat, “You should go back. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

     “You're hungry, aren't you?” Y/n knew his tricks when he was hungry for blood—lingering on kisses, zoning out, pushing her home. 

     “I’ll be fine till I get back. Don't worry,” Seungmin reassured her

     “You know you can drink from me, right? Don't suffer on my behalf.”

     “No. I can’t.”

     “Why not?”

     “I wouldn’t let you go back if I did.”

     The look in his eyes was serious. He wasn’t going to let her go if he drank from her.  

     “Would you ever? Drink from me?”

     “I fantasize about it, honestly. Every night I wonder what if you taste as sweet as you smell. But I’m not risking someone seeing the mark. Not until I have you fully to myself,” Seungmin hugged her close to him, head resting against her chest. 

     Seungmin, though he didn’t say it often, loved her. If his heart could beat, it would for her. He struggled every night not to take her away from her world. Hiding her away from it. 

     “Tomorrow. Let’s go,” Y/n said after a few beats of silence

     Seungmin lifted his head to look at her. “I thought you were going to think about it?”

     “I did. Min, the option has always been you. No one and nothing else.”

     Y/n leaned down and kissed the vampire under her. Seungmin immediately kissed her back with a smile. Lips molding together before pulling away. 

     “Go back before you get caught. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Seungmin gave her one last kiss before sending her home and crossing the border back to his realm. He knew in less than twenty-four hours he’d finally be able to bring her home. 

     Seungmin spent his waiting time— after eating of course— making sure he had a place set up for them. At least for a week or two till they found something permanent. Thankful Chan had offered him a place in the city away from any woods so no fae came after them. Better than the small town he was in near the woods. 

     He made sure the place was set up before making the drive to their spot. quite early so he waited until the time to cross. He was just in time to see her walking to their spot too. She smiled wide when she saw him—dropping what she was carrying and running to him. 

     Seungmin caught her as she wrapped her arms around him. “I missed you,” Y/n mumbled into his shoulder

     “It’s been a day,” Seungmin chuckled

     “I know,” Y/n looked up at him, holding his face in her hands, “But the idea of no longer sneaking out to be with you made it seem longer.”

     “Don't start crying,” Seungmim smiled as he noticed tears threatening to fall from her lash line, “we have an eternity together.”

     “Let’s go then.”

     Seungmin grabbed the back she had dropped and took her hand, leading her beyond the barrier between realms for the final time. Seungmin was quick to pull her to the car and get them out of the woods. Driving into the city took a couple of hours but neither of them cared. 

     Seungmin held her hand the whole drive until they got to the apartment building. He pulled the car into the parking garage and parked it. 

     “You’re sure about spending eternity with me?” Seungmin kissed her knuckles

     “It was either you or someone I’d meet on the day of my wedding. I’d choose you in any life,” Y/n assured him. 

     Seungmin pulled her in for a kiss before getting out of the car. He met her on the passenger side as she closed the door. Seungmin smiled as he pinned her up against the car and placed his lips on hers. 

     Y/n melted against him as he held her hips, her own hands on his biceps. He bit her lower lip before letting go and pulling away. 

     “Let’s go home,” Seungmin pulled away and grabbed her bag out of the back seat. 

     “I hate when you do that,” Y/n groaned as they headed into the elevator. 

     “Well, we have all night and day to make up for every time I've left you sexually frustrated at me,” Seungmin chuckled as the doors closed behind them and he pulled her into his chest. 

     “That's about half a year's worth,” Y/n told him

     “Would’ve been less if we didn't stop that one night,” Seungmin leaned down, lips grazing hers

     “Hm. I was under the impression at the time I was still going to be married off and had to stay pure,” Y/n told him as the elevator dinged on their floor

     “Not anymore,” Seungmin pecked her lips before picking her up and walking out of the elevator. 

     Y/n wrapped her legs and arms around him and giggled. She never thought she’d be as happy as she was. Let alone with a vampire of all creatures. 

     Seungmin set her down momentarily to unlock the door and dragged her inside. Tossing the bag down somewhere before pushing her up against the closed door and letting his lips attach to hers again. 

     Y/n held the nape of his neck as she returned the kiss. His tongue ran across her lip and she let him inside. Their tongues danced around each other for a moment before he pulled back and picked her back up. Legs wrapping around his waist. 

     “All mine now,” his kisses ran down from her jaw to her collarbones and back up. 

     One kiss lingered for a second at her pulse point. Y/n looked down at him as she tangled her fingers in his hair.

     “Can I?” it was a vague question but they both knew exactly what was being asked

     “Yes.” There wasn't a need to think about it either. She’d permitted him the prior night but he still asked

     Seungmin kissed the skin one more time as his fangs made their appearance. “Tell me if it's too much,” He told her, hands holding her hips.

     “Alright,” Y/n replied as the tips of his fangs tickled her skin. 

     A moment later they sank into her neck. The warm blood flowed into his mouth as she gripped his hair. Letting out a moan and squeezing her legs tighter. Never did she believe him when he said a vampire bite could be so pleasure-inducing. 

     “Min,” Y/n groaned as he pulled his teeth out of her and licked the wound, picking up stray drops of blood. 

     “Taste just as sweet as you smell,” His voice was low in her ears. 

     Y/n crashed her lips onto his in haste. “Need you,” she mumbled against his lips. The slightest taste of blood was still there. 

      He didn't waste time moving them to the bedroom, as messy as the walk was. He finally got them there, a big of clothing having been shed along the way— his sweater and t-shirt, her corset (which he ripped off since he was far too impatient to untie), and her shirt as well.

     Seungmin laid her down on the bed as his lips moved to her neck and down to her bare chest. “So gorgeous.” he moaned as his tongue flicked her nipples and his hands worked on getting rid of her bottoms. 

     Y/n watched as he tossed the rest of her clothing off as he got lower to where she needed him. Lips grazing over her clit and making her squirm under him. His eyes met hers for a moment as he smirked. 

     A moment later he had thrown her legs over his shoulders and was making out with her cunt while two fingers were scissoring her open. One hand tangled in his dark locks while the other covered her mouth. Any noise that wanted to come out was blocked. 

     Seungmin caught sight of it as he glanced up at her. He took his free hand off her thigh and took her hand from her mouth, intertwining their fingers as their hands and laying them on the bed sheets. 

     He pulled away from her clit for a moment. “I wanna hear you, princess,” He started before diving back in. 

     “Oh fuck,” she moaned as his fingers curled up into her walls at just the right spot. Her legs closed around his head as her back arched up off the bed. 

     Seungmin pressed against the spot again as he sucked on her clit. A moment later the knot snapped and she came on his fingers. Seungmin pulled his fingers out of her and licked her clean. Letting his lips guide down onto her inner thighs, teeth growing once again before sinking them into the skin. Y/n tugged on his hair, rolling her hips a bit before he came up. Smiling as he ran his tongue along his teeth and lips, swallowing more of the crimson liquid

     He pushed her legs down onto the mattress and made haste to remove his pants and boxers. It didn’t take him more than a minute before the remaining fabric was gone, joining the rest on the floor. Y/n scanned over his body, the tips of her pointy ears turning red as she caught sight of his hard cock. 

     “We can stop if you’re not comfortable,” Seungmin assured her as he leaned down and kissed her neck

     Y/n shook her head, “I want this. I want you,” she told him

     He lifted his head and kissed her lips again. Gentle. Passionate. His hands cradled her head before he pulled away. Y/n chased his lips for a moment before falling back onto the mattress. 

     “I’ll go slow,” Seungmin pecked her lips as he moved to line himself up at her entrance. Running the tip of his cock through her slick and using his hand to spread it along his length before he pushed the tip in. 

     Y/n gripped his arms as she felt the stretch. “Fuck,” she whined 

     “I’ve got you, princess,” Seungmin held her hips and rubbed circles into the skin as he gave her a moment to adjust. He kissed her neck to distract her as he slowly pushed in again. 

     Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck to anchor herself. It was an addicting feeling of pain and pleasure. Especially when she felt his teeth sink into her for a third time. 

     She moaned loudly from the pleasure of his bite. Seungmin used the opportunity to push all the way in. Sheathing himself inside her. Y/n pulled at his hair as he took his teeth out of her. Licking the spot and returning to kissing her neck as he slowly pulled out and played back in. 

     “Feel and tastes so fucking good,” Seungmim groaned as he accidentally delivered a very harsh thrust.

     “Min,” Y/n moaned, not in pain. 

     Seungmin repeated the action once more, watching her throw her head back into the pillow. He smiled, pulling her legs up around his waist and grabbed her hands, interlacing their fingers as he pinned them down next to her head, roughly thrusting into her. 

     “Who knew my little princess was gonna like it rough,” Seungmin chuckled as he pounded into her. 

      Her walls clenched around him as he continued on. Leaning down to kiss her neck and bite into her shoulder. That bite seemed to break the knot that was forming in her lower stomach. Her legs tightened around him as her walls spasmed around his twitching cock. 

     Seungmin kept his pace as best he could. Hips stuttered a bit as he pulled his teeth out of her. A few more thrusts of fucking her through her high and he was stilling deep inside her. Come painting her walls white as both caught their breaths. 

     Seungmim pulled out of her once he calmed down. He pressed a quick kiss onto her lips before getting off the bed and grabbing a warm rag to clean her up and grabbing some water. 

     “Sorry for biting you so much,” Seungmin apologized as he pulled her into his arms after cleaning the both of them up. 

     “I don't mind. It felt good,” Y/n smiled and kissed his neck, “thank you.”

     “For what?”

     “Taking me away. They moved up the wedding to next month,”

     “Hm. You don't need to worry about that anymore. You’re safe with me.”

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Heya!

I’ve been lurking for a while and had this idea rattling around in my brain - how do you think Astarion would be around a sweet & unassuming Tav but he can tell they’re FILTHY in bed, maybe flirting via tadpole?

Love your writing, hope you’re doing well

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Tattoo

This ask has been sitting in my inbox for quite a while, unsure if anon will still see it! This mostly answers the prompt, I think. Perhaps a small detour lol.

Summary: Astarion thought you were an innocent, blushing virgin that night in the clearing. He misjudged you. And now you’re all he can think about.

Tags: smut, 18+, masturbation, tadpole fliritng, mentions of oral

Word Count: 1K

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It wasn’t until that night in the moonlit clearing when Astarion realized you had a tattoo. But of course, he wouldn’t have had the opportunity to see your enticing bit of body art any other way.

His original intent had been to use his skills that evening in an effort to repay you for the regular feedings. His unique way of rebalancing the scales, as it were. But now that little tattoo, just below the curve of your hip, in the dip where your thigh meets your — surprisingly delicious — mound is all he can think about.

Astarion’s delved his hand in his pants more than once this week thinking about that vision alone. He hasn’t felt the urge to touch himself in decades, but the memory of that dainty bit of ink constantly taunts him throughout the day, stirring a desire he hadn’t known in ages.

He knows it’s ridiculous – it’s just a bit of ink, for god's sake – and yet, tonight he felt compelled to seek relief by wrapping his own pale hand around his cock and rubbing himself ragged once again. And now he’s sprawled in his tent, the remains of his spend still splattered over his abdomen, and his mind is starting to wander back to that night.

He’d seen tattoos on others, of course. In almost any place imaginable. Most of them were horribly done.

But you? Well, you’d certainly caught him by surprise.

You’d seemed the picture of innocence, made up almost entirely of wide, doe eyes and gullibility. Before his proposition, he’d been almost positive you were a blushing virgin. An easy target.

But to have a tattoo in such a salacious location? And then to have your hot, sinful mouth wrapped around his cock, worshiping it with your tongue, as if you’d never tasted anything better? All with those big doe eyes watching his every move and clearly delighted by his own pleasure?

He hasn’t had an experience quite like that for as long as he can remember.

And, well, looks could certainly be deceiving, couldn’t they?

The taste of your blood as he sunk his sharp fangs into your soft flesh while you’d found release had been intoxicating. Part of him wants to experience it again; the other part knows – and desires to avoid – what he will have to do to achieve that particular flavor.

At this point, Astarion isn’t quite sure if he wants to proposition you again or not. Sure, the first time was satisfactory. Perhaps even a bit enjoyable. But still—

Suddenly, the rogue feels a tugging on the edge of his mind, ripping him from his musings. He recognizes this sensation, it’s a tadpole mind link. But something about this is… different. It isn’t accidental, it’s intentional. Someone in camp is reaching out to him.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Good thing he’s immortal.

Against his better judgment, Astarion opens his mind to the call. And there you are, waiting for him.

"I'm surprised you’re still awake,’ You say, and the silver-haired elf is shocked to hear your voice as if you’re right next to him. Interesting.

‘How did you realize we could do this?’ Astarion asks, and he hears your entertained laughter tinkle in the background of his psyche in response.

‘Shadowheart and I figured it out sometime last week. We’ve only used it to talk shit about everyone thus far.’ You reply, clearly proud of your discovery and thrilled by your own behavior.

‘Everyone?’ The rogue asks, not pleased about being the topic of you and your apparent best friend’s judgment.

‘Almost everyone,’ You amend, and there’s a brief flicker of affection in your psyche towards Astarion that you’re certain he notices before you quickly stomp it down.

You feel a ripple of Astarion’s own satisfaction at your amendment. He’s glad to not be the topic of your more unkind thoughts.

‘What are you still doing awake, darling?’ The vampire questions, ‘You are normally the first one snoring.’

There is the smallest wave of offense, and then a resigned acknowledgement at the truth in his statement. A pause of the mental conversation ensues as you seem to carefully weigh your next thoughts and move around in your tent.

‘I can’t sleep. Too much excitement today, I think. Too much pent up energy,’ You start, and then flash a vision through your own eyes, showing Astarion as you look down at your own barren mound, ‘Care to come and help me… release some of the tension?’

Astarion can see the tattoo through your eyes, greeting him in a sensual hello as you drag your fingers down it, on the way to touch yourself. Gods damn it.

He wants to take you up on your offer, but then he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t know what he wants. So instead he dances around the topic, avoiding an answer, with a flirtatious admission of his own.

‘I’m afraid I have taken care of my own needs for the night,’ He replies, flashing you the quickest view of milky white liquid now beginning to dry upon his stomach.

A ripple of disappointment on your end. And then another pause.

‘Well… even though I wasn’t extended the same kind offer, you’re welcome to watch me as I take care of my own needs for the night.’ You offer, now teasing between your folds more insistently. You send the rogue another vision of your needy sex and two fingers now shining with arousal, ‘Via tadpole… or in person.’

Astarion has never thrown his shirt on and walked across the camp faster. In his haste, he broke the tadpole connection. But you hear him coming and barely peel back the flap of your tent, displaying the briefest sliver of your naked form.

The vampire pauses for a moment on the outside of your tent, debating if this is the right move. You’re still touching yourself, he can hear the slickness of your sex from here.

“Hurry up, Astarion,” You whisper, somewhat impatiently, as the urge to find release builds within you.

Fuck it, he thinks. He wants to run his tongue along that tattoo again, even if that’s all he does.

He quickly delves into the tent and ties it closed behind him without another thought.

Eventually, he does drag his masterful tongue along that tattoo, and around many other parts of your tempting body, after he decides to help you find a second release.

Simply watching the first one had been enough to make you almost irresistible. He wanted to sink his fangs into you again. Perhaps in your thigh this time, if you’d allow it.

Like a tattoo, his nights tasting you left him permanently altered.

[curioussesame]

curiosity anon fic masterpost

curiosity kills

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A Tangled Path (But All Roads Lead to Us)

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Curse Bearer / Curse Breaker

Chilaios, Rated E, 33k words (unfinished), arranged marriage Beyond that door, his husband was chained and muzzled, completely naked, waiting for Chilchuck to consummate the marriage with him. Hardly traditional, but those were the precautions the Toudens felt necessary. They also insisted on the room being kept in complete darkness—they were afraid he’d turn and run if he so much as looked at him. Chilchuck is not a coward. He's going to fuck the monster.

good dogs get dirty

Mickuro, Rated E, 3k words, porn without plot After washing up at the baths together, Kuro is so fluffy and clean that Mickbell can't resist cuddling with him, perhaps a bit more affectionately than usual. When he realizes the effect this has on his companion, he immediately knows that he wants to see this through all the way, he just needs to convince Kuro that's a a good idea (and that he's not too small to take him).

Dungeon Cravings

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kept safe

Chilbell, Rated E, 2k words, ambiguous relationship When their parties are attacked, Chilchuck takes Mickbell and hides him to keep him safe. They can still hear the carnage outside, though, and in the cramped dark, he can feel every shiver and hear every whimper from the terror-stricken half-foot laying under him. He acts without thinking, just wanting to comfort Mickbell (and maybe also himself.)

Assumptions Made

Chilaios, Rated E, 9k words, resolved sexual tension Laios turns himself into a half-foot, and whether or not it's an accident, the change it stirs in their relationship definitely isn't.

On Command

Chilaios, Rated E, 2k words, porn without plot Chilchuck had always been a bit of a masochist, but it was hard to trust other partners with that knowledge. With Laios, though, he had the perfect balance of blood-lust and dog-like obedience. He wanted to bite, but he’d only do it on command.

a loving captor

Chilaios, Rated E, 4k words, kidnapping role-play Reality settles over him, cold and damp, like the omen of fog just before dawn. He’s been kidnapped. Bound and laid bare upon a bed. Blindfolded, so he can’t see who’s done this to him or where they’ve taken him. (Chilchuck and Laios play out a fantasy, and Chilchuck falls deep into immersion.)

straddling the gap

Mickuro, Rated E, 2k words, gender exploration Mickbell realizes something about himself. Kuro loves her, unyieldingly.

Pay for It

Chilaios, Rated E, 14k words, sex work/past trauma Chilchuck is done with that life, but it still haunts him. He hopes he can keep his ghosts hidden from Laios.

sweet like honeysuckle

Chilaios, Rated E, 3k words, macro/micro The party is split up, Chilchuck has been turned into a tiny fairy, and Laios is the only one there to look after him. Soon enough, they discover the shrunken size and the wings aren't the only changes that have taken place, and once Laios has a taste of him, he can't stop until they're both completely spent.

loyal dogs have no owners

Mickuro, Rated E, 4k words (unfinished), changelings Mickbell and Kuro leave their party behind after learning that they planned to use Mickbell as monster bait, and somehow wake up in changed bodies. Mickbell is now a kobold, and Kuro a tall-man. Some things change and some things stay the same, and Mickbell isn't sure if their relationship will be in the former or latter category.

Deep-Crimson Desire

Chilaios, Rated E, 3k words, fisting Laios and Chilchuck learn a lot about each other, that night. Especially about Laios's body and how much it can take.

Master's Monster

Chilaios, Rated E, 6k words (unfinished), Frankenstein AU Laios has not been awake very long, but he knows a few things already. He knows the short man with the big ears and the gray-streaked auburn hair is his Master, and he knows that he would do anything for his Master.

Let's Try Something New

Chilaios, Rated E, 2k words (unfinished), Kinktober A collection of short fics where Chilchuck and Laios try new things together, from petplay to footjobs to threesomes.

keep me here

Chilaios, Rated E, 8k words (unfinished), modern setting Fanfic of a fanfic for "what keeps you here" by avoidcrow and BucksBasement

Unclean

Laishuro, Rated E, 5k words, unhappy ending Shuro asks Laios for his sister's hand in marriage, while naked, in a bath with the other man.

[portablebones]

Up to You.

astarion x gn!tav

sfw, fluff with a little internal angst on astarion's end

a re-imagining of astarion's scene with the gur monster hunter, but it's really just a short & sweet exploration of how he deals with being given a choice.

wc: ~500. might make it more detailed later.

"Astarion, please don't."

The elf stopped dead in his tracks. “Please?” he thought, turning back towards his companion.

"My dear, if you're trying to beg for this man's life, you'll need to do better than that." Despite his taunting, he remained where he stood. "That wasn't exactly...forceful."

"It was more of a request. I can't make you do anything. You've made that pretty clear," Tav chuckled darkly as they looked away. "Besides, that's not really my style." A moment of silence. Then they sucked in a breath, and met his gaze. "Look, I really don't think he needs to die-- but it's up to you."

Astarion only stared back. Then he sheathed his dagger, and walked away without another word, a strange mixture of lightness and anger pooling in his soul. He was sure he wanted to kill the Gur, to feel the man's warm blood pour over his hands. This was all it took to stop him? One measly, pathetic, "please?"

He had been so sure that now, he was unstoppable. He had escaped from Cazador, from mind flayers, from the Nine Hells themselves. For gods' sakes, he was a vampire who could walk in the sun! He shouldn't care what Tav thinks, he could have overpowered them easily! But despite assuring himself of these truths, he remained face to face with a chance at revenge he was given, but did not take. A choice he alone made.

A choice he made.

His reverie was interrupted by heavy footfalls behind him.

"How...do you walk...so fast?" Tav could scarcely breathe, and already they were asking questions. Astarion rolled his eyes.

"I think you're just slow, darling. Besides, perhaps I wanted a moment alone to think about all the ways I could have had my vengeance..." The vampire sighed dramatically, looking pointedly at a now red-faced Tav. He was only teasing, but their wide eyes betrayed their worry.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-- I'll leave you alone," they sputtered. "I didn't mean to make you upset, I just-- I didn't want him to die and I didn't think you'd actually listen to me..."

Astarion stopped walking. "Darling, I'm hurt! Of course I listened to you." He raised his hand to his heart in mock offense. Then, he shifted side to side. "But, just out of curiosity... what was your plan if I hadn't?"

Tav just looked at him.

"I... I dunno. To go through his pockets after you killed him?"

Astarion blinked, then blinked again. Slowly, a wry smile cracked his porcelain features, before he broke into laughter. Tav wasn't far behind, and soon the two of them were quite a sight, doubled over and wheezing on the side of the road.

Astarion didn't exactly need to breathe, but he still felt winded from his laughter after it subsided. As he straightened his posture, he turned to look at Tav, their smile bright as they wiped tears from their face; and he silently thanked them for a grace he still wasn't sure he wanted.

[vigilskeep]

Hi ! I was wondering about minerva's thoughts when recruiting zevran ?

When I make pragmatic character i struggle to justify that cause at first it seems zevran has a big incentive to try again to kill you and pretend the first attempt never happened to his superiors.

for minerva specifically, a) she’s arrogant enough to believe that if she stopped someone once she can stop them again, b) she’s cynical enough about some of her companions’ more wish-washy heroic motivations that in some ways oddly she actually trusts more in zevran’s very clear and self-centred reasons for sticking with the party, and c) like (i would imagine) many elf wardens, even one as thoroughly disconnected from her culture as minerva who would not admit to this, she does have deep-seated curiosity about elven lives other than her own and an unwillingness to kill the first one she sees, given another option

you might also consider that zevran is just likeable, murdering him in cold blood after he told you everything you wanted would suck, and letting him loose with no other alternative for safety outside the crows might be even more dangerous than having him with you where you can keep an eye on him. also if your character isn’t an elf, i would expect a brosca or even a circle mage to deeply commiserate with his problem of not having had another chance in life but to do the will of others, and an aeducan and perhaps a cousland to truly understand the value of having an assassin on hand

just because your character accepts zev into the party doesn’t mean they have to immediately blindly trust him, after all! you can totally rp them as suspicious and watchful

[brain-rot-central]

NSFW Alphabet

Thank you for the tag, @kittenintheden! This will be in reference to Tavaria and Astarion's relationship, heh.

Tagging anyone who would like to do it!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

They both take a moment to catch their breath and let the world return to normal around them. They're usually clinging pretty tightly to one another.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Astarion adores her freckles. He loves to trace them up to his second favorite place: her neck.

Tav loves his face. She's never seen a more handsome man in all of her life, though she doesn't remember much from before the Nautiloid. It's a sin he can't see himself in a mirror (before the ascension), but maybe even a blessing. He'd be entirely insufferable, should he actually know how charming he is. She loves playing with his ears as well, and the resulting twitch of his entire body when she does.

C = Cum (where does your muse prefer to cum/have someone cum)

Astarion's favorite place is inside, which works out great, because Tav loves to cum on his cock. c:

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Tav once cut down an entire row of goblins with such precise skill as they were escaping their encampment. Astarion was left speechless, and oddly aroused. From that moment forward, he realized that he really loves when she's violent.

Tav has a thing for watching the light fade from the eyes of Astarion's victims. There's something oddly erotic about it, how he holds them close against his chest. Almost like that of a lover, only to watch them slump lifelessly to the floor once he's done. She loves the rosy pink glow that spreads from his cheeks to the tips of his ears even more.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Astarion is arguably more experienced than most. Tav's first, from what she can recall, was Astarion. So, not much. Though, she's a quick study.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Astarion loooves missionary. Loves to be able to see Tav's face and have access to her neck. He tends to bite down on the soft column of her throat right as he cums.

She'll never admit it, but Tav really enjoys being taken from behind. The vulnerability is thrilling to her, as she doesn't readily give up her back to most. It's an immense sign of trust, for her.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Astarion enjoys smoothing rough situations out with a bit of sarcastic humor, while Tav is mostly stone-cold serious. It's not up until she rejects the will of her Father that she begins to come out of her shell, and that's mostly attributed to the murderous urges ceasing all together.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Since Astarion is a full-blooded high-elf, he's entirely hairless, save for hair on his head and eyebrows. Tav keeps herself relatively neat, though there are times where she lets her body hair grow out. They are trying to save the world, after all. Astarion doesn't seem to mind much.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Astarion is admittedly more forward than Tav. Their first time together was out of pure curiosity for her -- she had her suspicions about him being a vampire, which were confirmed once she saw his teeth poking over his bottom lip. She should have been afraid, sharing a camp with a blood-sucking fiend who could kill them at any time. Though, all she could think about was how this could work to everyone's advantage. A handsome vampire with a silver tongue? Perfect for manipulating and taking out potential targets.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It's not often that Tav takes care of herself in that manner. She's usually fighting off the urges to slit the necks of those who bring her even the slightest of annoyance. Though if she has a drink or two in her, it's enough to dull the voices in her head so she can hear her body.

Astarion avoids intimacy with himself almost entirely. Though, there's one night in particular when he couldn't avoid it anymore, and sent a few pulses of pleasure through his tadpole connection to Tav. She didn't respond, but he felt better having made her aware of how he was feeling. They kissed the following morning, her asking him how it went.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Tav has an incredibly strong breeding kink. She's not sure if it's because of Bhaal's influence telling her to produce more Bhaalspawn, but it ramps up in intensity the longer she's near Astarion. It doesn't make sense, given he's an infertile vampire spawn, but the urge to create a half-vampire Bhaalspawn is strong. Again, likely due to Bhaal's influence and how powerful their offspring would be.

As time goes on, Astarion realizes he enjoys being teased. A lot. A suggestive glance or two. Tav rubbing her body against him as she passes, feigning "not enough room." It all serves to heighten his interest.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Secluded from the others. Neither of them enjoy an audience unless it's previously agreed upon. Doesn't really matter to them where or when.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Astarion is usually most willing right after he feeds, especially if it's from her. The haze of her bloodloss usually makes sex more enjoyable for her, because again, it helps quell the dark urges.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Tav does not enjoy anything that could be seen as too controlling. No spanking, slapping, being spit on, manhandled too roughly, being tied up, or things stuffed into her mouth -- whether they're fingers or makeshift gags. It triggers a fight response in her, and she's entirely sure Astarion wouldn't appreciate having his throat cut during intimacy. But she learns over time that she enjoys Astarion grabbing her ass while taking her from behind, giving it a few light smacks.

Astarion dislikes being controlled, as well. At first, any touches to his neck would incite instant panic. Being held down, turning onto his stomach, and pulling his hair too tightly would transport him back to the kennels with Godey hovering above him. But as time goes on, he softens to the idea of Tav lightly holding his neck as she rides him, because the pressure against his throat never increases. He never feels starved for air (even though he doesn't need to breathe), and he eventually becomes bold enough to encourage her to tighten her grip around his neck.

They each develop enough trust along the way that some of their no's turn into a conditional yes, so long as the boundaries are agreed upon.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Astarion is incredibly enthusiastic about eating pussy. Tav is a bit more hesitant to giving oral, only because she fears the sudden urge to dismember him will creep forward. They both enjoy receiving, however.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Both of them hate to admit this, but they're absolute sguckers for passionate, slow sex. Taking their time to let their bodies do the talking. But they occasionally have the urge to be rough and fast, and that usually ends up being more about a quick release of some sort as opposed to penetration of any kind.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

They're not opposed to it, but again, they prefer the whole set up.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Both are extremely hesitant to taking risks at first. They barely even speak about hooking up for days after it first happens. But the second time it happens is more spontaneous. Stolen glances from across camp and a short conversation leads them back to his tent once the last head falls soundlessly upon a pillow. They've never had an opportunity to discuss experimentation, even at this point within Sonnet. If the moment feels right, they both go for it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Spontaneity is their deciding factor. They're usually a one-and-done sort of couple, but there's an immense amount of build up from start to finish.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Neither is against toys but they haven't introduced that into the dynamic. Yet.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Tav plays hard to get, Astarion having to break down her defenses. He doesn't mind, though. He looks at it as if it's a hunt, and he's hardly one to back down from a challenge. Still, she can't help but tease him, if only to watch the way his ears twitch when she says certain words or uses a particular tone of voice. He makes sure to give it to her in earnest later.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Astarion is the more vocal one. He's usually groaning within every sentence he speaks and is more forthcoming with expressing lust. Tav tries her best to muffle her moans within his shoulder or by biting her lip, if she can.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Once they've caught their breath, Astarion thoroughly enjoys carrying Tav into the wash room and putting her in a hot bath. While they were still traveling, Astarion would be the one grabbing her hand and leading her down to a water source of some kind to freshen up. He continued that tradition during his nightly visits post-ascension.

Astarion has his piece of the contract etched into his back. Tav has a small circular birthmark on her right areola.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Astarion's is higher, especially when they were traveling. It's true after a time he asks for physical intimacy to stop, but that didn't hold him from running his hands all over Tav any chance he got. Tav was too focused on keeping her urges at bay to really tune in to what her body wanted or was saying. It's only after, once Astarion returns, that she realizes how much she's always desired him physically.

Tav could fall asleep during, should she orgasm enough. They sap her energy, either by putting her mind at ease or the energy demand is truly that high for an orgasm. Astarion may need a few moments to recover, but he could either fall asleep with her or stay up the entire night. It's entirely his choice.

[lumienyx]

Why did your Tav fall?

@spacebarbarianweird thank you for the tag💙 the words just seem to never end when I write about my Tav's Feelings™️ so here goes

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Tav has never quite fallen that far in love with anyone before. His one true love has always been sorcery. Adventures. Freedom. His friends. And so, the experiences with the few lovers he's had over his life seemed like nothing compared to what he feels for Astarion.

It starts as idle curiosity. The pale, sharp-tongued elf who calls himself Astarion is the first of Tav's companions to hint at possibly controlling their tadpoles instead of extracting and destroying them on the spot. Tav is ever one to experiment—and so the way Astarion's mind works is what he immediately loves about him.

Always the one with a creative witty comeback, always coming up with cunning ways to solve a problem, disarm a trap, break into the most guarded of places. Half the group is mortified at the idea of grabbing the Necromancy of Thay, yet Astarion encourages Tav to take it. And then gets so engrossed and excited by its possibilities once Tav decides to give it to him instead of keeping it; he was never one for death spells anyway.

The both of them make quite the team.

Yet for all of Astarion's boldness and confidence, Tav senses the fear. Not just through their Illithid connection, but in the little things Astarion lets slip. When Astarion's hands shake barely perceptibly and his eyes stare at places planes away. When he clenches his fists so hard the nails break skin which mends itself lightning-fast with vampiric regeneration... but Tav notices.

Astarion tells him more too, eventually. But their connection is what gives the most insight. The vision he gets when they first meet, the glimpse that night Astarion tries to drink his blood, the accidental connections since—and those on purpose, as they learn and trust each other enough to use their mind-link for tactical communications on the battlefield. Every time Tav touches upon Astarion's mind there's fear, raw and ugly and ever-present, scratching away at his chest and making it so hard to breathe even as he reminds himself that I don't need to breathe I don't need to I don't need—

Tav wants to protect him.

Even as he sees though Astarion's pretty words and the poetics he uses to manipulate Tav into trusting him, he goes along with it headfirst, unsure of what he's hoping for but hoping for something. Even if it's just to be with Astarion for the time-being. Just to help, in what little way Tav can, just with his company, with his words, with his care.

Tav promises to help him defeat Cazador. Whatever it takes. He will bask in the moment he can Disintegrate that crooked smirk from Cazador's face that keeps haunting Astarion's meditations. He will relish how Astarion kills him, makes him hurt for all the pain of two centuries twofold.

Tav needs to protect him, at some point, it simply crosses the bounds of a simple desire to protect anyone he calls friend.

Tav wants him safe, wants him happy. Wants to find more and more reasons to keep Astarion smiling with that beautiful, sun-bright smile that lights up his eyes. Eyes that stare past Tav less and less as time goes on—and begin to look more directly at him, seeing him.

And Tav sees Astarion in turn.

Sees that brilliant mind, the mischief, the love he has for pure, unadulterated fun. The lust for freedom, power, adventure. The quiet longing for companionship and the silent need to uncover his full potential.

It's at the point when Tav figures out he can use the tadpole to project the image of Astarion's face to him that their minds connect stronger, deeper than they've ever had before.

Such deafening emotion flows from Astarion then, overwhelming Tav, drowning him. Confusion, shock, relief, joy, elation, hope—it all crashes down on both of them and ends up in a passionate kiss that leaves Astarion giddy and Tav weak in the knees.

Tav thinks then, how much he loves this, this kiss, this closeness. Loves being with Astarion and maybe loves—

Tav razes the thought right there on the spot. Too soon, too foolish, not true—how could he ever even tell if he's never even felt that before?

But that's when Tav falls and keeps falling inevitably deeper into that blissful abyss of a novel emotion. He doesn't dare hope Astarion ends there in love with him—but, miraculously, he does.

~

No pressure tags if you want to write about why your Tav fell for Astarion (or any other companion/character!):

@ellekhen @tallymonster @satanicspinosaurus @astariondisapproves @astarions-fangs @thedreamlessnights @justporo @tigers-pat and anyone else who sees this and wants to join in💙

[swoleas]

ough I am now thinking about Anya and Solas................... the evolution of their relationship to the ending

and its the ending I'm stuck at. bc one ending is kind to them, the other is cruel

Anyway my winding stream of consciousness thoughts got long so I'm sticking them under the cut:

Anya's whole life has been twisted in Solas and Mythal's nonsense from her childhood and all the way to the end of her life. She was born Dalish, and when her clan is attacked by human raiders, she survives, because she encounters a witch of the wilds, soaked in the blood of the men who had been hunting her for sport. All her life, death has been hunting her, and she's been shielded from it, cradled in the palm of Mythal's hand like a sick kitten.

Solas meets her at her absolute worst, a desperate soul, clawing its way out of a hole, and he pities her for about 3 seconds before she opens her mouth. This representation of all the consequences of his actions -- an elf, childhood stolen away because elves are seen as animals, a mage, chained to her phylactery because magic is seen as a curse, and a Grey Warden, because of the blight he had a hand in creating -- and she's telling him he's too poorly dressed to be this patronizing.

She tap dances on that very specific nerve that compels him to share in his knowledge and wisdom, only to have her debate him on every single point, getting into pedantic arguments that are just eloquent, well thought out, and surprisingly educated enough that he cannot dismiss it offhand with a disgusted snort, he needs to retort. Needs to. And he can't help but feel like she's annoying him on purpose, but she's so good at it, he finds it impossible to do anything but to indulge her, whether he wants to or not.

And to Anya, Solas is a condescending asshole, and then a curiosity. He knows so much about their people and about magic and the fade, or at least he pretends to. She's too prideful to admit she enjoys herself when they spar. She enjoys herself even when he wins -- and he wins more than she will let him know. It is also the mystery of him. People are usually very quick to expose the kind of person they are, their upbringing, their past, in the most innocuous of actions, but Solas is different. Every time she tries to peer in, she sees the facade of Solas hovering in circles around an opaque orb full of all the things that make him who he is.

So of course, when she finally commits the act that the Inquisition considers "too far" --

(She rejects the Inquisitor's judgement, kills Erimond, splatters his brains across the Inquisitor's lap and all the guests gathered to watch. The Inquisitor didn't have the right to judge him; she exiled the Wardens, left Loghain behind in the Fade. This is a crime Anya should be judging, not the Inquisitor. She had no right.)

-- Solas cannot help but finally see her in that moment. Months of bickering, arguing, debating, conversing, and suddenly the pieces are coming together. This is her, laid completely bare before him and sitting in an Inquisition cage awaiting her own judgement. Whatever game they'd been playing from their meeting at Haven until now, he'd won.

When she looks up at her visitor from behind the bars, he is the last person she'd expected to see. He's the last person she'd expected to offer her a way out. It's the start of a partnership neither had expected to form.

He doesn't know what he's doing when he tells her he is Fen'harel, something he could not even find the courage to tell the woman he loved -- loves. There is no reason to hide from Anya, though. By now, her disdain is almost as familiar to him as his own regrets -- her bemusement is worse. How do you follow up "I am the one known as the Dread Wolf" with a curious smile and "Oh. Thought you'd be furrier"? But it's Anya. She knew that would be the button to push in that moment, when Solas is at his most vulnerable -- or the closest Solas will get to true vulnerability.

She is the first agent of Fen'harel, a Dread Commander, enforcer of his will. He is as honest to her as he can be -- as he has to be with the one he's entrusted to commanding his followers -- but she knows very well that you cannot get the truth out of the God of Lies by asking directly.

And I'm gonna cut the prose for a minute to add that they don't even LOVE each other yet -- not in the way that makes you forget where and who you think you are every minute that you're with them. They are friends and they are confidantes because me and this asshole? We're the fucking same. We're the fucking same and also and there's nobody I'd rather be the villain with than with them.

They both believe in their shared goal because their brain chemistry has aligned to give them the same brain sickness. And only love can cure that and they don't love. They don't love themselves. They don't love each other. They don't love anyone else. They've both thought they were in love at different points in their lives, but love was fleeting and way too easy to shake. And how can a love like that measure up to the weight of what they must do.

But then there are the skirmishes with the Inquisition's agents. Lavellan hasn't given up her promise to stop him, and Solas thinks this might be love. And Anya's eyes meet Cullen's across the battlefield as his men charge towards her, and she has to believe that it isn't love. Not for Solas, but for her. Because if there's hope for him, then that means there's hope for her out there somewhere, and it took Solas millennia to find it. How long will it take her? She's still tainted. She's on a time limit. And one day her life will be snuffed out with a whimper, and a smear of blood across the dirt that the earth won't even deign to soak in.

The arrow that takes Anya down is Leliana's. And oh...

That is what love is to Solas.

It is the way he swears he can hear her heart beat frantically in her chest as she tries to flee the battlefield. His eyes tear themselves from Lavellan to chase after the sound of it. The Inquisitor seals her own fate; her death sends the battlefield into a frenzy, a perfect diversion -- Solas had already sacrificed his Queen, securing the checkmate is the next step. But nothing about this feels like a victory to him. It is just one more regret to add to the list -- what he did to her, to Anya.

And that's where it ends until the Veilguard. He believes his first true confidante and friend in more years than he can count is dead, and he is alone. She is in the Deep Roads, stubbornly clinging to her own life, finding refuge among awakened Darkspawn who see her as one of their own. This is where I've been stuck for the last 5 years of my real life at least.

If they were to reunite, it would be bittersweet. They were never lovers, and they'd never admit to having been friends, but seeing each other, each bearing the scars of the time they'd spent apart --(Solas is battered, bloody, shaken to his core by the atrocities he'd almost committed, and Anya's body has shaped itself around her wounds, like blight growths in the earth) -- is like walking into your home and wrapping yourself in your favorite blanket. They are different now, but their core is the same.

And if they choose one another, Solas can heal her wounds, take her somewhere away from the world that has continued to hurt and abuse her. It's what he wants to do. She would finally no longer feel like prey hiding in shadows from the hunter. And Solas would be unburdened of his regrets, move on to a life where he can start out on a blank slate with someone who has spent near on 15 years learning how to love him.

OR they do not choose this. Solas is trapped in the same prison he trapped the Evanuris in -- and not only would he deserve it, he would be painfully aware of how much he deserves it. Anya would continue to live in exile as the blight mutates her body, mind, and soul. She would be a shadow of her former self and everything she is afraid of.

[hellcatalex1]

Part 4 - Salt and Sea (Unbinding the Curse)

Astarion x Female Elf Durge

Post game, one year after the fall of the nether-brain, spawn Astarion, rejected bhaal durge

Triggers: Blood, adult language, adult themes consensual blood drinking , fluff, trauma.

A/N: This chapter does have a small amount of soft smut at the end. Nothing overly graphic or descriptive. It's at the end of the chapter.

Enjoy!

"What are we looking for here Gale?" You ask. Stepping over crates cluttered in the alleyways.

Shadowheart and Astarion following behind you.

"We're looking for a sage named Alustriel, she's well versed and knowledgeable about Netherese magic, she is the last living member of the Watchful Order here in Waterdeep."

"What's the Watchful Order?" You ask curious.

"The Watchful Order of magists and protectors, a guild that once resided in Waterdeep, held some of the greatest wizards and sorcerers amongst its members." He explains

"What happened to the rest of them?" You ask.

Gale lets out a disappointed sigh " One of their most powerful members was cursed with madness , killed almost all of them, then fled. Rumors have it, he resides in the Undermountain."

"That's terrible." Imagining in your mind the horrors that Alustriel endured that day.

Gales expression lightens a bit and he gives you a small smile. "It was some time ago, and the Watchful Order is what inspired the Black Staff Academy to form. Alustriel is very old and wise, she will sure have answers for us." He says before taking lead and walking in front of you back into the busy streets.

You hope for Astarion'a sake that Gale was right. The worst part about this entire situation was the uncertainty. But you had to be strong for Astarion. Letting him make his own choices but being his support every step of the way.

After a few hours of searching, you find yourselves standing before a grand, ivy-covered building with tall, arched windows. This is the home of Alustriel.

Your group walks Inside, the air is cool and fragrant with the scent of old parchment and exotic herbs. An older woman is hunched over a desk, writing in a book in a large study lined with shelves of ancient tomes.

"This better be important, do you have any idea what time it is?" She asks never looking away from her book.

"We understand it's late but we must seek guidance regarding an object that carries powerful Netherese magic." Gale explains catching her attention. She looks up from her book and stands up from the desk, turning to you. She is an older halfling woman with grey hair and piercing blue eyes.

Gale quickly explains your situation, laying out the phylactery and its potential as Astarion’s salvation. Alustriel listens intently as her expression unreadable, before finally speaking.

“You are wise to seek counsel before attempting something so dangerous,” she says, her voice calm and measured. “The magic you are dealing with is ancient and powerful, far beyond what most mortals can comprehend. The Netherese were masters of their craft, but their hubris was their downfall. To attempt to harness this power is to walk a very fine line between life and death.”

Astarion steps forward, his voice steady despite the fear in his eyes. “Is it possible? Could this phylactery cure me?”

Alustriel studies him for a long moment, as if weighing his very soul. “It is possible,” she says finally. “But it will not be easy. The ritual will require immense focus, precision, and power. Even then, there is no guarantee of success. You could be cured… or you could be consumed by the very magic you seek to control.”

The room falls silent as the weight of her words settles over you. Astarion nods slowly, his resolve unshaken. “Then we’ll do it. But we’ll do it right. With every precaution.”

Alustriel’s gaze softens slightly, and she inclines her head. “Very well. I will assist you in preparing for the ritual out of pure curiosity of the outcome. But you must understand, the risk is great, and the consequences could be dire. Are you truly ready for this?”

Astarion looks at you, his eyes filled with both determination and love. “Yes,” he says quietly. “I’m ready.”

And with that, the preparations begin. Over the next several days, Alustriel works tirelessly to help you and Gale prepare for the ritual. She teaches you the ancient incantations, helps Gale refine the runes needed to channel the phylactery’s power, and even consults with Shadowheart on the divine protections that might be needed to safeguard Astarion’s soul.

The tension among you grows as the day of the ritual approaches. Every moment is filled with a mixture of hope and dread, as you all work together to ensure that nothing is left to chance. Astarion remains focused, but you can see the strain in his eyes, the fear of what might happen once the ritual begins.

The night before the ritual you and Astarion spend time alone in your private quarters. Spending time with one another in case the worst happeneds tomorrow. You lay on Astarion as his back is on the bed. He wraps his arm around you. You draw circles on his chest with your fingers. Lying in a comfortable silence. The weight of the ritual still heavy on your minds.

"Normally I wouldn't pry but given the situation i wanted to ask you something." Astarion says breaking the silence.

"Hm, what is it?" You ask looking up at him.

"Back at the wedding, when Aylin mentioned marriage, you reacted strangely." He says.

Oh fuck. With everything going on with the ritual you had forgotten, and you felt unprepared to talk about it. You stop tracing circles and slowly sit up on the bed and sit next to him. Silence fills the room for a moment or two.

"I'm sorry I didint mean anything by it, it's just we have never spoken about marriage, I don't even know your views on it, so when she said that i...i wasn't" you pause. "I wasn't sure how to react."

Looking deep into your lovers eyes. Astarion grabs your hand and gives it a small tug. "It's understandable darling, honestly I've never given it much thought. I had never planned on falling in love. My life was filled with pain and torture at every turn and I thought I was going to be a slave to Cazador for the rest of my life."

You knew one of the things Astarion hated was pity, but It was hard not for your heart to ache when he told stories of his past trauma. You never saw the pain you felt for him as pity. Just sadness and empathy of what he went through and the hardships he faced under Cazador's control. He sees the sad look on your face as thoughts flutter in your head.

"But I suppose when the time feels right, I could see myself asking you to marry me." He says completely catching you off guard. Your eyes widen and you can't help but smile.

"You're the one I want forever and If this ritual works I won't have to bear the pain of outliving you."

You give him a soft smile "We can grow old together."

"Gods I forgot about that part, as I grow older I will no longer have my beautiful face."

You chuckle. Cupping his chin in your hand. "You will always be beautiful to me."

Astarion reaches out and gently tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear.

"You know" he murmured. "This could be our last time we have an opportunity for a night of passion." He says giving you a small seductive smile. "I guess we better make it count." You respond. Astarion leans in and pulls the back of your neck closer to him as he brushes his lips against yours kissing you tenderly. The kiss made your heart swell. It wasn't hurried or demanding. It was slow, gentle and filled with love. As the kiss deepened and you can't help but to let out a small moan. He wraps his arms around you as if he's shielding you from the world. Never breaking the kiss he gently guides you on your back as he maneuvers himself above you as he hovers over you. He moves from your lips to kissing your jaw then down your neck. You close your eyes savoring every pleasurable feeling.

You lift your head and offering for him to feed. "I'm your's my love." You whispered. The words flowing out with trust and love. If the ritual worked it would be the last time he ever got to feed from you. Feeding was a special, intimate moment only you and Astarion shared. You weren't going to lie, you would miss it.

Astarion pulls away from kissing your neck and gazes upon your face. "Thank you love." He says. He cherished feeding off you as well. The care you had to make sure he was properly fed and the pure intimacy it had made him feel safe and loved.

Astarion moves back down to your neck and traces his lips up and down your neck, leaving you with a small shiver from the sensation. He slowly sinks his teeth In. You wince from both pleasure and pain. You feel the slight pressure in your neck from the blood pumping through your veins and to his mouth. Your blood tasting like the finest vintages of wine. He runs his fingers through your hair trying to soothe you. His hands lowered to your body, exploring every curve. Lifting up the shirt on your stomach he trails his icy cold fingers along the line of your stomach to your belly button. Each touch was light and reverent, as if he was worshipping you.

He pulls away from your neck and places a soft kiss on the new puncture wounds. He plants kisses down your neck and eventually making his way to your stomach then your hips. He places a kiss on your hip bone and your hips buck up. You let out a pleasurable moan. Your body responding to him in ways that felt familiar and new. He sits up and slowly helps pull your shirt over your head, exposing your bra. He traces a line with his fingers from the bottom of your back to your bra strap and with ease and dexterous fingers, unclasps your bra strap. The bra falls down your chest exposing your breasts. He cups one of your breasts in his hand, gently massaging it. You place your arms over his shoulders kissing a spot behind his ear then move to gently nibbling on his earlobe. Astarion lets out a small moan, enjoying the sensation.

You help him get out of his shirt and exposes his muscular chest. He glistens off the reflecting moonlight from the window. He gently pushes you on your back and pulls you into another deep and passionate kiss. Your body on fire with desire. You feel his cold fingers again trace from the top of your stomach only this time not stopping at your belly button by reaching under the waistband of your pants. He pushes your panties aside with his fingers and gently eases his fingers inside of you. Your hips once again buck up from the sensation. He was taking his time, savoring every moment he had with you. He knows all the right ways to make you squirm, knowing your body well and what it responds to. He helped pull your pants down and following your panties. You then returned by helping him pull his pants down until you were naked and vulnerable in front of each other.

He gazes into your eyes once more and lowers to your ear. "I love you" he whispers in your ear. "And I love you." Lovingly gazing into his eyes.

When he slowly entered you. Your breath was taken away. The rhythm between you slow and steady, a dance of two souls slowly intertwined. Every moment every touch was a reminder of everything you had been through together. Feeling safe in one another's embrace.

"Oh gods" you whimper out. A steady amount of sweat on your scalp. Your foreheads press together. Both of you are breathing heavily. As the pleasure built, your eyes locked into his, the world around you fading into nothingness. It was just you and Astarion. He was your entire world and you were his.

When you finally reach your peak together it was like an explosion of warmth and light. A perfect cumulation that was building from the love and desire from the both of you. Astarion's name left in a whisper. Your hands clutching him as he held you through the waves of pleasure. His body trembling against yours. He places a kiss your forehead before falling beside you on the bed. Both try and catch your breath. You turn to your side and snuggle into him. Watching the rise and fall of his chest. He wraps his arm around you. Both of you interlace your fingers together. Gently rubbing his thumb on your skin. Tiredness creeps over you but you try to fight it as you don't want this moment to end. Trying to pull your thoughts off tomorrow.

"Astarion?" You gently whisper. Your voice hoarse.

"Yes darling?"

"Will you read to me?" You ask. You loved when he read to you. His voice like silk when he read the words off the page. He knew you wanted the distraction. Anything to take the thoughts off tomorrow. And in reality he was in the same boat.

"Of coarse my love." He says with gentleness and understanding in his voice.

He sits up to pull out a book from his pack. A book you both loved to read. He props and fluffs a pillow to learn back on. You get comfortable and lay your head on his chest. He opens the book and flips to a bookmarked page, and begins to read. You gently close your eyes, focusing on the words of the story. A gentle breeze smelling of salt and sea makes its way through the window. Bellowing the curtains as the wind blows through it. The comfort and tiredness over takes you and you drift off to sleep.

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[kittenintheden]

Not Your Sweetheart Ch 39 - Broken Bird

Not Your Sweetheart Chapter 39 - Broken Bird

Once, there was a haunted bluegrass-playing half-elf bard with a dark past who met a charmingly cringefail elven vampire with a dark past and they flirted one another into oblivion until they fell in love. They collect a group of delightful chucklefucks on the road and they all banter their way through the darkness to face their demons and save the world together.

A retelling of the campaign written with sitcom-level dialogue and tons of found family and healing from trauma tropes. Very Schitt's Creek but with more violence.

AKA 18 Charisma bard sees through 10 Charisma vamp-boy's bullshit and falls for him anyway. But he falls first.

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The crew meet The Emperor in the flesh at last, then they head on to Rivington. Astarion has a no good, very bad day. There's murder involved. Read on AO3. Also I'm on Twitter now.

Commissioned piece of the dorks by the fantastically talented @hamrikaa (see the full thing in Ch 10).

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With her eyes trained on his chest, she undoes the buttons of his ruined shirt and he lets her get it off him and toss it to the side, likely to be burned later when they have the wherewithal to do so.

Ori dips her cloth in the bowl and trains her eyes on his cheeks, his chin, his forehead. But not his eyes. She doesn’t look there as she cleans the blood off him, wiping the cloth carefully over his skin. Her other hand rests along his jaw. Steady. Not shaking, not afraid.

At last, as she finishes wiping at the corner of his mouth, she meets his gaze.

He’s so tired. Drained to the dregs, wrung out. Deeply, achingly, terribly sad and angry in a way he can’t even begin to parse. All he can do is sway a little and blink back at her.

She runs the cloth over the side of his face from temple to ear.

“What’d he do to you?” she asks quietly.

He swallows. When he speaks, his voice croaks. “Not going to ask what I did to him?”

“I saw what you did, Astarion,” she says as she continues to clean him up. The water goes pinker and filthier every time she rewets the cloth. “I’ve seen you fight. I’ve seen you enjoy a kill. I’ve seen the curiosity in your face when a person chooses cruelty, sometimes.” Her touch continues to be gentle on his skin. “But I’ve never seen you do anything like what you did to him.”

She drops the wet cloth and picks up a clean, dry one, patting it against his skin. When she looks him in the eye again, she asks, “So, what did he do to you?”

He gives a weak, false laugh, looking up and blinking away the threatening tears. He drops his chin and stares at her feet. “Does a monster need a reason?” he scoffs.

“Sweetheart.” Her voice is so even. So bloody patient.

It’s maddening.

[ultrainfinitepit]

75%. How did the family that raised your character influence them? For Cale (I love a good character between worlds who can also shapeshift).

What a great question for Cale!

For a little background for those who don't know him, Cale is a half-elf: his mother Mentha was an elf and his father Rhubarb was a human raised by elves. Both of Cale's biological parents were killed by local townspeople and monster hunters when Cale was just a baby, leaving Cale to be raised by Obadiah, one of the hunters. Raising Cale is Obadiah's penance for spilling innocent blood on that terrible night. Cale considers Obadiah his father.

From childhood, Obadiah was raised to be a soldier and monster hunter for the Order, and so this was how he raised Cale. Cale's childhood was a life of discipline, training, and faith. As a result, he's a hard worker and skilled monster hunter. He thought his purpose was to hunt monsters and protect the town, and nothing beyond this. Despite this harsh upbringing, Cale has maintained his friendly personality, natural curiosity, and generous heart.

Cale's mother Mentha was a princess of sorts among the elves, so that makes Cale a prince. But he doesn't learn about this heritage until he's in his late teens when he must work to break the curse on Puddle. Cale struggles with feeling connected with his heritage. It's hard to feel like being a prince or an elf is part of his identity when it's just told to him rather than something he grew up with.

Cale loves his adopted father Obadiah, even after he recognizes how poorly Obadiah treated him, even after learning of the terrible deeds he did. It is not in Cale's nature to resent Obadiah. Others are insistent that Cale need not forgive Obadiah at all, that he is within his right to cut him out of his life entirely. But in Cale's heart there was nothing to forgive, and he could never cut Obadiah out. Cale considers Obadiah his only family.

That being said, after learning the truth Cale resolves to never return to Obadiah's house. Once Cale has children of his own to raise, he makes every effort to raise them with care and affection.

Obadiah taught Cale many lessons, but taught him most of all the value of kindness. Obadiah having given very little kindness in his life, spent the last portion of it living with regret and loneliness as a result.

[soralinklokidottirofmirkwood]

dad Loki x teen half elf and half Jotun reader x Avengers (featuring Peter)

Age:14 reader Chan is an Elf/Jotun hybrid from Alfheim she's the last of the light elves after the dark elves invaded and ends up on earth meets the team, Peter and her long lost father and is growing fond of life on earth, btw civil war never happened, Peitro lives, and Loki is living in the tower because Odin and Frigga didn't want him to rot in a cell happy Thanks giving.

Nick Furry is standing in front of the interrogation room looking through the window to see Maria Hill talking to a young S/T (skin tone) pointed eared girl with H/C thigh length hair and nose length bangs, E/C eyes, and a F/S (face shape) face.

She had on a pastel F/C tunic, black leggings, black knee high boots, black elbow length fingerless gloves, a silver circlet on her head and silver hoop earrings on her pointed ears.

He saw that she was cooperating as he sees her lips moving and Maria smiling and nodding her head with occasional wide eyes.

"How you think it's going sir?" Agent Philip J. Coulson asked his boss walking in with three cups of coffee and a cappuccino "I say it's going good with the way it's going the kids cooperating well." as Furry says this he takes a cup and Maria walks out with the girl behind her "So, what's the info we got on our guest here?" he asked Maria handing her one of the other cups "btw the cappuccino is for the kid." Phil said handing the young girl the cappuccino "thank you." she said blowing on it to cool off "her name is Y/N Astriddottir, she's from Aflheim, her mother was killed by the dark elves when they invaded her planet eight years ago, she knows nothing of her father, and she has cryokinesis, shape shifting, teleportation, sharp eyesight and hearing." Maria listed making the two men surprised but sad at the fact that she lost one parent and never meet the other "Should we do a DNA test sir?" Phil asked.

Before Furry could answer a familiar voice is heard "hey Furry we're here." they turned to see the worlds mightiest hero's arrive "who's the kid?" Clint Barton aka Hawkeye asked pointing to the young elf sipping her hot drink "I'm Y/N Astriddottir." she said her voice melting their hearts "we are about to do a DNA test to find out who her father is." the avengers had curiosity in their eyes "her mother died eight years ago and she never meet her father." Phil told the avengers "Well what are we waiting for? Let's do that test." Tony Starks aka Iron man said enthusiastically.

Y/N sat on a chair as Bruce Banner aka the Hulk draws blood from her arm.

After waiting for a few seconds he takes the needle out and puts a bandaid with a cotton ball on the spot "we just have to wait for the results!" Bruce said to the man you know as Furry who nodded.

A few hours later:

the sound of a small printer is heard as a long strip of paper comes out of the scanner "all right let's see who Y/N's dad is" Tony said as Bruce takes the paper from the scanner. "HE'S HER DAD?" Everyone screamed in horror as the name of your father appeared to be the god of Mischief "Loki is her dad? The Loki who tried to take over New York and killed me once?" Phil asked in terror "I can't believe Reindeer games has a kid." Tony said in shock "looks like she's half Elf and half Frost giant." Maria said "guess she's Y/N Lokidottir." said Steven Rogers aka Captain America.

The horror of you being the daughter of Loki was cut by the god of Thunder Thor Odinson "she's my brother’s child? that means. I HAVE A NIECE." he said excitedly as he picks you up and tosses you in the air earning a laugh from you "Loki isn't gonna be happy about this." Natasha Romanov aka black widow said making everyone nod.

Outside S.H.E.I.L.D H.Q:

You and the avengers are about to enter the car when an all to familiar arachnid themed teen hero swings by "hey guys and new girl." he said blushing at you "Man of spiders, meet Y/N daughter of Loki." Thor said making Peter's eyes wide.

Your POV:

as my new uncle introduced me to the Man of Spiders Mr Tony cuts in "kid, shouldn't you be in school?" He asked making the boy's eyes widen even more "oh shoot, I have my science test in a bit and lunch is almost over, BY MR STARKS, GUYS, and Y/N." he said swinging away as if he was being chased by a Chitauri "what am I going to do with that kid?" Mr Tony asked face palming "that's what kids do, they give you grays" Mr Clint said "let's get to the tower to face Loki" Mrs Natasha said.

At the tower:

We enter a giant tower with the word "Stark" on it.

I was in awe at the decor making the avengers chuckle "well kid welcome to your new home." Mr Tony said with a proud smirk "but first let's get you to your father sweetheart." Mrs Nat said as all of us go into a small room.

As the room move I see all of New York and my new uncle Thor telling me about my father making me excited to meet him more.

We finally exit the tiny room but as we did I see a man with Black shoulder length hair and emerald green eyes in green and black clothing with Gold armor sitting on a couch reading a book "is that my father?"  I asked Mrs Natasha who nodded "BROTHER WE HAVE SOMEONE WE LIKE YOU TO MEET!" Uncle said loudly hurting my sharp but sensitive ears "you fool I'm right- who is this elf child?" He asked anger turning into confusion and pointing to me making Uncle Thor smile "Brother this is Y/N Astriddottir your child, well she's actually Y/N Lokidottir now." Uncle said happily but everyone else face palmed while my "father" was frozen "Astrid had a child and didn't tell me?" He asked in shock looking me up and down but as I was about to open my mouth he bolted out of the room making me go on the verge of tears "Mr Stark, Mr Loki requested no one disturbs him, he needs some time alone." a strange voice said "THANKS FRI." Mr Tony said "don't feel discouraged little one he just needs some time to think of this." Uncle Thor said "does he not, want me?" I asked "of course he does sweetie he's just surprised by this." Mrs Nat said "ohh hey look Spidy is here." Mr Sam said as we see the boy from before but with his mask off making me blush 'by Odin's beard he's perfect.' I think to myself.

Peter's POV:

I entered the avengers floor to see Y/N with the Avengers by god she was pretty her shiny thigh length H/C hair, her E/C colored eyes, her S/T colored skin and her F/S Shaped face in other words she was gorgeous I smiled at her my face flushed "hey I don't think we had a proper introduction, I'm Peter, Peter Parker." I said re introducing myself making her smile "Y/N Astriddottir well, Y/N Lokidottir since I finally meet my Dad." she said in a voice that could put Princess Leia to shame "ah Peter I see you two already became friends, why don't you two go out maybe do some shopping Y/N needs new clothes." Mr Starks said giving me one of his many credit cards "wow thanks Mr Stark." I said happily glad that I finished my homework early "come on Y/N and while we're out I'll take you to my favorite sandwich place and introduce you to my friends." I told Y/N happily taking her hand.

No ones POV:

Everyone smiled as the two teens exit the tower together "only been here for about three hours and she's already making friends!" Clint said happily making his teammates laugh "I don't like the way they looked at each other." Loki said making the Avengers jump "Reindeer games, how long were you there?" Tony asked the god of mischief who replied "long enough to see them blushing at each other." everyone looked at each other it was clear that Loki is already protective of Y/N "Brother your alright with the fact that Y/N is your daughter?" Thor asked his younger brother "I'm still in disbelief that Astrid had my daughter but didn't tell me. I missed out my daughters life I doubt she'll want anything to do with me." Loki said in sorrow "I think she does, I mean when she saw you she was exited to finally meet you for the first time." Steve said fondly of the young hybrid "Capsical has a point, Point break told her the positive things about you." Tony said gesturing to the oldest avenger "plus Peter will protect her at the mall he is spider man after all." Clint said making everyone nod "and if it makes you feel better I put a tracking chip on her tunic just incase." Natasha said.

At the mall:

Y/N, Peter, MJ and Ned were having the best time of their lives shopping First they went to Boscoves for jeans and a few shirts, Journeys for vans, MJ took her to Victoria's Secrets for under garments, swimsuits and other things a girl needs, and finally they introduced her to hot topic where they got her graphic tees, accessories, and stuff to decorate her room with but before leaving they went to a book store so MJ can get a new book but Y/N saw some she liked so they got those.

After a long afternoon of shopping they are at Peter's favorite sandwich place having lunch "this is amazing." Y/N said happily munching on her sandwich "yeah they are the best sandwiches in queens." Peter said happily "yep Loser 1 is right!" MJ said bitting hers "so Y/N Where are you from?" Ned asked making Peter and MJ curios as well "ohh I'm from Alfheim realm of the light elves, but I'm actually half elf and half Jotun." the youngest teen said making the older teens eyes wide "I thought you were cosplaying when I saw your ears." Ned said "I actually saw that they are real when I saw them twitch a bit." MJ said "That's sooo cool" the two boys said "hey while it's light out let's head to the tower to decorate your room." Peter said.

At the tower:

The Avengers are sitting in the living room watching TV but Loki is always glancing at the time "Parker should have been back with my daughter by now!" he said angrily "relax Reindeer games Nat put a chip on your child. Plus they are almost here along with MJ and Ned." Tony told Loki for the one hundredth time "Mr Starks we're back." Peter said as he, Y/N, MJ and Ned exited the elevator with lots of bags making everyone eye wide from the Boscovs, Journeys, Victoria's Secret and Hot topic bags. "Geez I didn't think you'd go crazy." Tony said looking at the bags as Loki ran to Y/N and began checking her for injuries "Dad I'm fine we only went shopping then we went for food." she told her father making him sigh in relief "she's all ready giving you grays." Clint said making everyone laugh but Loki roll his eyes.

"Hey Mr Starks where's Y/N's room? we wanna help her decorate it." Peter asked Tony who smiled and lead them to a futuristic looking door.

The room looked futuristic but plain at the same time but they could work with it "alright let's Start decorating." Peter said happily as all four of you took the room decorations you brought from hot topic.

Two hours later:

Your room was now butterfly themed since they're your favorite insect with your walls being F/C thanks to your powers and after decorating you used your powers to put all your clothes, shoes, accessories and books away but organized.

"That was fun!" Ned said happy with the work, "yeah I see you love F/C and butterflies Y/N." MJ said sitting at your desk making you smile "they are my favorite insect, my mom and I use to go see them in the meadows of Alfheim." you said happily but sadly remembering one of your favorite memories with your mother before the invasion "hey since it's still early let's show her some movies." Peter said excitedly "hey Pete your aunt called she has a last minute business trip sooo your staying the night, oh I see you guys helped Y/N decorate." Tony said looking at the decor of the room then Loki came in "I see my daughter loves butterflies." he said walking in but stopped at the neatly organized shelf of books "and reading!" he said grabbing one of her new books.

Your POV:

I sat in the living room with Peter, MJ and Ned.

We are watching something called Star Wars, I love it so far we already watched three movies but MJ looked at her glowing box thing "hey it's almost eight we better get going." she said as Ned soon looked at his own glowing box "yeah we have our science test tomorrow." Ned said "ok then I'll walk you to the lobby, I'll be back Princess." Peter said but as he relies what he said we both are blushing "Son of Parker go take them to the lobby." my dad said looking like he was holding back rage.

Not waisting anymore time Peter, MJ and Ned ran out of the room. With them out of the room Dad turns to me with a very stern look on his face "you are never to see that boy again." When he said that I got furious "AND WHY NOT?" I yelled making my skin and eyes turn blue and red and him angry "don't use that tone of voice with me young lady, I am your father and what I say goes you will stay away from Son of Parker end of discussion." I stormed to my room and screamed "YOUR NOTHING HOW UNCLE THOR DESCRIBED YOU." and slammed the door in anger.

No ones POV:

Loki stood there in anger, trying to cooldown his temper as his skin and eyes turned blue and red from the rage "brother, perhaps you were a little harsh on her!" Thor said as he walked into the living room with the other Avengers "I agree with point break, I mean the kid lost her mother and home eight years ago, what she needs is you and to interact with other kids." Tony said as Loki is debating on building a relationship with you "you two just got off the wrong foot, She's really a sweet and polite kid." Natasha said "and a great prankster." Peitro said walking in with a pie on his face "She is definitely your kid alright." Clint said.

Your POV:

I lied in my bed clutching my pillow and biting my lip in anger for my so called Dad "jerk face." I say in anger until I heard knocking "Y/N,the others told me you went to bed early, so I came to tell you good night." I hear Peter say making me shout out "GOOD NIGHT." I hear Peter's footsteps leave my door. I lied there for a little more and started dozing off.

In the morning no one's POV:

You wake up to the sound of FRIDAY's voice "Mrs Lokidottir. It is time for breakfast." You slowly got up with a Yawn, went to shower, brushed your hair and teeth and got dressed.

In the dining area:

the avengers, Loki, Bucky and Peter are about to eat when Friday interrupted "Mr Stark. Mrs Lokidottir is coming." She said to her creator "Thanks Fri." Tony said to the AI as you walked in "ohh speak of the elf there she is." Clint said nudging Loki who was starring at your outfit "That skirt is to short!" Loki whispered "Brother please. You agreed to make amends with Y/N." Thor reminded his brother "I highly doubt she even wants anything to do with me. I mean we only just meet yesterday." Loki whispered forgetting about your great hearing "Dad I do want to spend time with you, I always wanted to meet you ever since I've heard the stories about you from mom, including the one when Thanos brainwashed you to get the tesseract." As you say this Loki is crying on the inside because what you said made him emotional but the avengers can see right through him.

With time you lived happily with your new family.

You helped uncles Bruce and Tony in the lab along with your best friend Peter, go on runs with uncles Bucky, Steve, Sam and Rhodas and big brother Peitro, meditate with Big sister Wanda, Trained with aunt Natasha and uncle Thor, shoot arrows with uncle Clint and practice how to use your powers and reading with Dad.

Loki enjoyed parenthood ever since you came into his life he became more opened and stoped using sarcasm so much (he still has his silver tongue).

But what you and Peter enjoyed most was pranking him and the others "WHO POURD DYE IN MY SHAMPOO?", "WHO SWAPPED OUR CLOTHES?", "WHO SET FRIDAY TO ONLY SAY HAMBURGER?" You and Peter are hiding in the vents laughing super hard while taking Pictures to send to MJ, Ned, Wanda, Peitro and Furry (who is laughing super hard."

Bonus ending:

Nick is looking at the picture Peter sent him it showed Natasha with hot pink hair, the guys wearing each other's cloths, and an audio of FRIDAY answering to Tony Hamburger "I love those kids!" He said laughing while sending it to the other shield agents who are laughing.

When Tony fixed FRIDAY's settings she ratted you and Peter out. "Peter no lab for a month."

Tony said "Y/N your stripped of your powers for a month." Loki told you.

[dzamie-oc]

Voretober 08 - Sudden

Length: 1800 words Vore type: Oral vore, unwilling prey, M/F, M/M Fandom: D&D Other info: kobold/human, kobold/elf, digestion, fast digestion, smaller pred Summary: How does a little kobold eat adventurers over twice his size? Very quickly, and they don't last long. Apparently eating is a free action.

Saverin wiped the gnoll blood off of his sword, but kept it out - until he and the others knew they'd found a safe room, it was dangerous to let his guard down so completely. Somewhat luckily, one of the gnolls had gotten blasted through the next door by one of Viera's spells. Saverin stashed his rag and raised his shield as he stepped through the stone-lined doorway.

The group passed through the hallway relatively uneventfully. Garren froze a giant rat that even Elise hadn't seen with their breath; Severin was inclined to think it would've left them alone, but he knew better than to argue with their scaly cleric over their hatred of rodents. And then there was another door, this one intact. Elise slipped past the rest of the group to fiddle with the lock, and with a quick click, she soon pushed it open before retreating behind Saverin's guard.

The room was mostly empty, save for a table with a half-finished game of Solitaire, a few scattered chairs, a visibly empty chest, and a single kobold leaning against a door and spinning a fork in his hands. The kobold in question was better-equipped than Saverin expected of his species, with half a metal helmet over the upper half of his face, a few spiked rings affixed to his tail, and a pair of leather shoes that somehow fit his lizardy feet. Saverin had taken only a couple steps in when the kobold looked up and tossed the fork onto the table. "Oh, you guys made good time. You can't go through, by the way. Dragon says no."

Garren started to say, "does she know that we only seek-" but was swiftly cut off by their other magic-user.

"Well, your dragon's about to learn otherwise! Now stand aside, or I'll be opening that door with your corpse!" The red gem on Viera's staff glowed, menacing.

"She's said she has no patience for more slayers, and granted me speed to fulfill her will," the kobold countered, with no worry in his voice, "so… leave. Or stay here forever, but you aren't going in."

A magical incantation in an equally magical language spilled forth from Viera's lips, and a ball of fire shot from her staff, scorching a decent area around him. A quick glance to the side, and Saverin saw Garren murmur a quick prayer; they couldn't stop their fellows from killing creatures who weren't even defending themselves, but they could at least seek forgiveness on their behalf. Saverin wasn't a religious man, himself, but he understood their plight-

Just then, a strange, muffled shout pulled his and Garren's focus from the scorched and wrecked door. The kobold was just past where Viera had casted from, but their mage was nowhere to be seen - well, that wasn't entirely true; the diminutive lizard rested on a massive gut, scales stretched beyond reasonable to accommodate something over twice his size, even curled up tight. His tail swished slowly, and with arms crossed, the kobold looked out of his helmet at the remaining trio. "Okay. Let's try this again. You can't go in, so leave. Once you do, and this troublemaker apologizes, I'll let-"

Elise struck from the shadows, seeming more like a trick of the light than an elf. "Now, when it can't move!" she shouted, driving her daggers towards the kobold's bloated gut, an easy target.

At least, it would have been, had the kobold not landed a solid kick on her, sending her flying into a wall with a crash that surprised Saverin with its lack of sound. The swordsman tore his eyes away from the horrid scene to the door, or rather where the door used to be. Slowly, he started to creep towards it, though morbid curiosity kept him staring at what the kobold was doing.

At the moment, the kobold was hissing, annoyed. "Look, if you really want to try this, I'd better just…" He rolled back, landing on his feet, and stretched. An awful gurgling and growling echoed in the small, stone room, immediately joined by Viera's screaming. Loud cracking and snapping ensued as, before their very eyes, the lumpy bulk of the kobold's stretched stomach grew rapidly both less lumpy and less bulky, shrinking into a noticeable but much more normal-looking gut. He thumped his chest with his fist a couple times, then opened his scaly jaws to let out a truly massive belch, ridding himself of even that amount of bloat. Saverin figured that, if he'd been next to that monster, his ears would be ringing, and that may be the least of his problems. A wisp of red, magical flame issued from the predator's maw, the only sign that Viera had even been in the room.

"Now then, you wanted to fight?" the lizard challenged, glancing around the room. Elise had once again melted back into the shadows, and it seemed that, for all his speed, the kobold's eyes were normal. Saverin shuffled a little closer to the door, over halfway there…

A pair of knives flew at the kobold from behind; it was only then that Saverin managed to spot the shadowy elf. But only for a moment; the swordsman only barely registered the clatter of metal on stone after a blur of scales seemed to instantly transform the sinewy, stealthy assassin into a much more compact, scaly mass hanging off of the kobold's midsection. This time, he leaned one hand against the wall and put his other hand on his hip, more addressing Elise than the rest of- than Saverin and Garren.

"Really, this could have not happened if you just left, or even didn't atta- AGH, OW!" He stumbled, supporting himself on his oversized gut, and gritted his sharp teeth, muttering curses in Draconic that surely made Garren blush through their scales. "Grraah, you wanna fight like a rat, I'll treat you like one!"

Blanching, Saverin turned and ran; it didn't stop him from hearing Elise's cry cut off, or the sickening crunch of bones shattered even before melting, but he at least didn't have to see it, and maybe he could be around the corner and out of the kobold's-

The next thing Saverin saw was a set of small, but very hungry-looking draconic jaws opened unreasonably wide right in front of his face. He grunted, more from discomfort than pain, as his arms and legs were forced to immediately curl up against him; it even took a couple seconds to realize that he couldn't see anything, and that he'd gone from a cool, slightly damp cave system to a hot, humid, and wet…

Kobold stomach.

Saverin tried to reach for his sword, but it had been either knocked away or was trapped against him where he couldn't reach. Fear gripped him in the deadly, acrid chamber as he realized his hands had already started to tingle, and he desperately hoped it was just a lack of circulation, rather than the kobold doing… well, he didn't want to think about it. To make matters worse, the deadly lizard let out a short laugh over his doom. "Ha! Using your own allies as bait to sneak by? Devious, but my mistress's boons are stronger. Will you finally agree to just leave? I'm running out of lessons to give, not that I mind."

"We aren't here to kill her!" Garren's voice was muffled just as Viera's and Elise's voices had been, but this time Saverin was on the other side of things. "She has twenty-three overdue library books and we're asking for them back! Ideally with the fine, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there."

The kobold is worryingly quiet for a few seconds; Saverin couldn't decide if he wanted this ordeal to hurry up or never reach its inevitable conclusion. Eventually, though, he spoke up, "why didn't the other three say anything?"

"After the giant rats, the slimes, and the gnolls, even I didn't expect you to actually speak."

"Oh. That's… I'm not sorry - those two tried to kill me - but I wish it hadn't happened."

Saverin struggled around, pressing out from within his fleshy prison. "Hey! You can let me out now!"

More silence, save for the disquieting gurgle of his captor's guts shifting around. "Uhh… surely this can be done with just one person? And I'll just… keep him until you get back, just in case you secretly plan to try to kill my mistress! It'll be twice as hard with only one person!"

Even through the kobold's belly and scales, Saverin heard Garren's sigh. "KOBOLD," they said, with a severity to their voice. The rest of their words was in Draconic, so the trapped swordsman could only hope the cleric knew what they were doing.

"Y- of course, O Dragon," the kobold said, in a much shakier voice than before. And then, he moved.

Saverin had to squint his eyes against the instant re-existince of light. He coughed and sputtered, getting the stale and sharp air out from his lungs and the kobold drool and stomach juices from his mouth. Shakily, he stood and shambled over to his dropped sword, immediately sheathing it just in case the kobold thought it a good excuse. And speaking of the kobold, the swordsman turned to see him kneeling on the floor before Garren. Saverin did his best to shake off his wet clothes and armor, then turned to the cleric, himself. "Uh… thanks, Garren. I'm pretty sure you just saved my life."

Garren awkwardly rubbed their neck. "Don't mention it, please. I panicked. I should've talked him out of it, rather than…" they trailed off, then gestured to the deferent kobold. "Anyway, are you well enough to continue? We can rest here, if you need time."

Saverin shook his head. "I can go. The sooner I get a proper bath and a proper bed, the better." Rolling his shoulders, he continued on through the doorway, and Garren followed soon after.

"When you return, may I eat him again?" the kobold called out to them, "I'll let him go, I swear!"

Saverin heard Garren's footsteps stop, and turned to see them thinking for longer than he'd like, settling on "only by his permission, and ending by the earlier of his or my request."

"Thank you, O Dragon! Good luck on your quest!"

As they walked down the final stretch to the dragon's chambers, Saverin shot the cleric a glare, to which they meekly shrugged. "I… don't like telling them outright no. So you get to. Sorry." A sudden weight came to their scaly features, and they let out a deep sigh. "When next we rest, I will perform rites in memoriam of Elise and Viera."

Saverin grumbled. "This would never have happened if the damned dragon - no offense - just read her stupid mail."

[honourablejester]

Heart: The City Beneath, Character Concept: Mad Heartbound Scholar

“Beneath that? The Heart Itself, a blossoming tear in reality, a parasite universe of blood and bone seeping into the world of man and elf. The Heart can taste and smell you, and it makes itself anew in your image. The settlements are there because people believe they should be: they are expectations repeated and made real, scars carved into the meat of the City Beneath by invaders. But go off the beaten path, tread into the unknown, and the Heart will grow invisibly, silently, just outside of your view. It listens to your dreams and fashions your reward, your punishment, your world, from roiling quintessence. This is the Heart, and you know that somewhere down here is what you need.”

--- Heart: The City Beneath, Pg. 3

I want to make a character with the Heartsong calling. I want a character that is just obsessed with the Heart Itself, with figuring out, perhaps by taste, what is this thing beneath the world? There are all those theories about what the Heart is: a nascent god, an extra-dimensional invader, a world-engine, an ancient occult nuclear waste storage site, the one true afterlife, a manifestation of sin. All these theories. And I want to make a scholar. Someone who hears the Heart, has always heard the Heart, and longs more than anything else to experience what it truly is.

I’m picturing a scholar. Not necessarily an accredited scholar, quite possibly a crackpot academic who was thrown out of their institution, likely with the opinion that they should then promptly be thrown into a different one. But they heard the call of the Heart in their dreams. And it’s a vast, unreal canvas on which subconscious thought is written into reality. What is it? What does it mean? What does it say about us, this thing that shows us our hidden thoughts? Can we map our natures by it? Can we map it? Not just physically, but can we map the warp and weft of reality itself through its changing? What is it, what is it, what is it? And what does it mean?

I think a human. Dark elves are too close, high elves too imperial, gnolls too pragmatic. A human. A crackpot human. Who wants to dig into this eldritch thing and hang on until they can feel, taste, the answers from it.

I flip-flopped on the class. This was a calling first sort of character for me, and I struggled to find a class with the right vibes. Vermissians and Heretics are too focused elsewhere, Witches too aloof, Incarnadines too petty, Hounds too tired and practical, Deep Apiarists too much the opposite of what this character seeks. Cleavers were an option, going native to the point it manifests physically, but the abilities didn’t vibe for me. Deadwalkers, especially if we do want to imagine that the Heart might be an afterlife, but again, the vibes were off. But. The Junk Mage.

Yes, Junk Mages are about stealing power from powerful beings, which is a bit on the petty side again. And yes, their spells are powered by entities like the Drowned Queen and the Fire King, not by eldritch Hearts beneath the world. But. That’s because that’s what they have. It need not necessarily be what they want. If you want to touch incomprehensible magic, the Heart Itself might well be the ultimate goal. Or, to reverse that, if you want to touch the Heart Itself, maybe you start by touching lesser powers first. And Junk Mages are mad. It’s an explicit core ability. They long for knowledge. That. That will work for me. So.

A Heart-obsessed Human Junk Mage. A mad scholar of magic.

SEPH CHARACTER SHEET

Name: Seph

Neither identifiably male nor identifiably female. A mobile coat with ink stained fingers and eldritch tattoos, hands perpetually shaking ever-so-slightly.

Ancestry: Human

“In this part of the world, humans have a reputation for digging into the ground to uncover ancient relics, and it’s not entirely inaccurate.” (Pg 13). Curiosity killed the cat, and the human. So let’s be human, and let our curiosity get us killed.

Calling: Heartsong

“When you sleep, you dream of the Heart. You’re half-mad with glimpses of knowledge; mad enough to go ever deeper into the undercity, looking for revelations.” (Pg 22). We’re a scholar obsessed with this beating, red-tinted thing that we’ve dreamt of. It calls, and more than anything else, we want to know what it is.

Class: Junk Mage

“You relish the touch of madness, of accursed insight, into the vast and terrible truths that hide beneath reality. Sanity, safety, reputation; all these are secondary to the pursuit of arcane majesty.” (Pg. 57). We hunger for magic, we hunger for power, but beyond that, we hunger for knowledge. For the knowledge you can only gain, experience, at the far bleeding edges of reality, where madness dwells and truths are uncovered.

Skills: Discern (Junk Mage), Delve (Mark of Hunger), Mend (Mark of the Weaver)

Domains: Occult (Junk Mage), Cursed (Wretched & Glorious)

Equipment: Overstuffed coat (Mend Supplies D6) & Blunderbuss (Kill D4, Spread, Point-Blank, One-Shot).

Resources: Vial of cursed ink (D6 Occult).

Trinkets: Ink-blotted dream journal with maps of places you saw when you were asleep (Heartsong). Long-stemmed pipe and pungent tobacco (Human). Broken pocket watch with a picture of your mum in it (Human).

Abilities:

Core Ability (Heartsong):  IN THE BLOOD. You move through the Heart as if blessed. +1 Echo Protection. Once per situation, when you take stress to any resistance other than Echo, allocate it to Echo.

Core Ability (Junk Mage): RAVENING KNOWLEDGE. You crave the touch of what others call “madness”. The glimpses of truth that ravage your frail, mortal mind give you unimaginable power. When your Mind stress is 4 or higher, roll with mastery when you attempt to cast a spell.

Core Ability (Junk Mage): SACRIFICE. You are willing to sacrifice anything for another hit. Before you cast a spell from this class, you can opt to destroy a resource with the Occult domain. Roll the resource’s dice; the amount rolled is added to your Protection value against any stress incurred as a result of casting the spell.

Major Abilities (Junk Mage): KISS OF THE DROWNED QUEEN. You have glimpsed the sunken Court of the Drowned Queen, where she slumbers and awaits the resurgence of her line. With a touch, you can conjure salt water in the lungs of those who oppose you. This spell functions as the following weapon: (Kill D6, Piercing.) If the target is at least shin-deep in water, it inflicts D8 damage

Minor Abilities (Junk Mage):

MARK OF HUNGER. You can taste the power slumbering in the City Beneath, and you want it more than anything. Gain the Delve skill. You can smell sources of magical power – the more potent and active, the more pungent the smell. Different types of magic have different scents: relics of the Moon Beneath have the aroma of wine and butter, necromancy smells like nujabian kafee and the occult technology of the Vermissian resembles malt and rich tannins.

MARK OF THE WEAVER. Your hands are covered in spiderweb ink; you have the capacity to stitch, fix and bind with a thought. Gain the Mend skill. Once per session, you can fix someone or something in a matter of seconds, even if it would usually take hours of careful work.

WRETCHED AND GLORIOUS. Your body is a prison, and when it blurs or breaks, you feel closer to your patrons. Gain the Cursed domain. When you use the SACRIFICE ability above, you may also consume resources with the Cursed domain.

Calling Story Beats:

Some of the Heartsong story beats that intrigue me, subject to the story as it developes:

“Following a long ritual, name the Heart. Only refer to it by this name from now on.” “Consume something of the Heart (eat the flesh of a heartsblood beast, etc).” “Sacrifice something you love to the Heart.” “Let your curiosity lead you into danger.” “Communicate with something of the Heart.” “Witness a pulse – the changing of the Heart from one state to another – first hand.” “Receive a strange surgical implant or heartsblood transfusion.” “Terrify or intrigue an NPC with your obsession.” “Perform a rite at a place of power (Tier 3 or deeper).” “Meet and learn from an Emissary of the Heart.” “Become one with the Heart and bind your essence to it.”

[poetryandbloods-blog]

Rowena Ravenclaw (957 - 1087)

Helga Hufflepuff (957 - 1090)

Salazar Slytherin (955 - 1056)

Godric Gryffindor (954 - 1057)

I know Salazar is usually portrayed with black hair, but to me he has white hair and bright green eyes.

Salazar saw his wife, a pure-blood witch, killed and burned by Muggles, after being betrayed by one of his students (a Muggle-born) who betrayed the family.

He married twice more, but never loved anyone like his first wife, nor overcame his aversion to Muggle-borns.

The alleged Muggles who attacked his family were revealed years later as a faction of Muggle-borns infiltrated magical communities to reveal true wizards and kill them, he insisted that Hogwarts stop teaching Muggle-borns, and although Rowena agreed that greater screening should be done, the other founders were adamant in keeping the school open to all.

At the time of his death he had at least 8 children who had reached adulthood. He was especially close to Rowena Ravenclaw, who was his first wife's cousin. A relationship that persists in the proximity of the two houses, even almost a thousand years after her deaths.

Rowena has black hair and bright blue eyes like lapis lazuri, her mother was a highland elf, her beauty was the subject of songs and admiration for many men, but it was her intelligence that was never forgotten. Although everyone considered her a cold intellectual, her curiosity was the main defining characteristic of her personality. Helena had two children, the boy would marry one of Helga's daughters, but it would be Helena who would be remembered forever for her short life, which ended in tragedy. She was adamant about insisting on keeping Slytherin house after Salazar left the school.

Helga has golden blonde hair and honey-colored eyes. I like the headcanons about her that I see out there. A sweet and welcoming witch who never made any distinction as to the origin of her pupils. For her, having magic was all that mattered.

Godric was a brilliant fighter, the best in combat of the four, but he was hot-headed, often acting without thinking. He had blood red hair and ice blue eyes.

I like to think that at some point the four of them learned from the same Master, perhaps an apprenticeship in ritual/blood magic, the idea of teaching others came to their minds at different times. But it was only when they had already started a family and had children, with the constant increase in persecution of wizards, that they decided to get together and form Hogwarts.

Helga had 5 children who reached adulthood.

Godric never married, his younger brother took his place at the school after his death and it would be these descendants who would carry the Gryffindor title in the future.

For me, the four come from pure-blood families and nobility, at the time people without titles were not literate, I don't think that would have changed even if they were commoner wizards.

Hogwarts began construction in 982 and opened in 991.