#dndhat fic

[existentialcrisistime]

D&D: Honor Among Thieves (Xenk/Edgin) fic rec list:

These are just based on those I've read and loved so far. There are so many incredible works coming out of this new fandom that I'm sure I'll have enough recs for a second post in another month or so.

Because this turned onto a bit of a long post, the recs are below the cut.

I've marked the rating by each fic, but please do mind the tags!

Curse of the Green Hag by @moorishflower (E, 16k)

Xenk contracts a fuck-or-die curse and turns up on Edgin's doorstep for the first time since Neverwinter. Also contains an excellent cameo from Holga, a bit of bondage, Xenk's first time, and A Lot of emotions. And of course the actual smut is top tier. Already wanting to read this one again.

High Praise Indeed by enchantedsleeper (T, 3k)

Xenk stops by Holga and Edgin's cottage to find Edgin in the throes of a breakup. In the process of trying to persuade Edgin of his many worthy qualities, he accidentally reveals a little too much. Short and very sweet, with cameos from Holga and Kira. Would recommend for fans of pining idiots.

in the absence of truth by @floralprintshark (E, 13k)

Five times Ed says that he hates Xenk and one time he doesn't. Yes, a 5+1 things, but oh it's so much more than that! There are heists and hijinks, accidental asshole Edgin, uncertain and inexperienced Xenk, and a hint of polyamory between Simon and Doric, but the whole party are featured and written perfectly here. Also contains Many emotions. I sent this one to the group chat, and we were ALL screaming about it (in the best way)

Universal Glue by Korwwa (E, 10k)

A rescue mission goes wrong, and Xenk and Edgin get caught in, yes, a glue trap. The premise may sound like a crack fic, but it's definitely taken seriously, whilst still being very fun. Plus a wee bit of angst for (delicious) seasoning.

Scraping the Moss Off the Standing Stones by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (E, 4k)

Established relationship, Xenk comes home after a long time away and Edgin takes care of him. Oh boy, this fic sure packs a lot into just 4k words, and I feel like the author just Gets how I imagine Xenk - always seen as holy or evil, but just wanting to be treated like a person. Also very hot - I'm weak for some well-written dirty talk and this is perfect.

When the well runs dry by demon_faith (G, 2k)

Part one of the Time Heals All Wounds series, which can either be read as a series or as stand-alone fics. Established relationship, Edgin is badly injured, and Xenk is unable to heal him. A classic hurt/comfort with a good bit of Edgin whump, and Xenk struggling with the reality of that.

On the edge of a blade by demon_faith (T, 3k)

Part two of the series, again established relationship. This time, Xenk gets badly hurt, and it's up to Edgin to take care of him. Heavy on both the hurt and the comfort.

lay on hands by @hauntedfalcon (E, 2k)

A getting-together/first-time fic, with a healthy dose of body worship. Xenk gets off on Edgin's metaphors. Beautifully written, and also my initial thoughts were - this is an author who sure is clued up on the names of medieval clothing/armor.

half your life (you've been hooked on death) by roundtriptojupiter (T, 2.5k)

Edgin struggles to process the events of the past six months, when Xenk turns up at his doorstep. Or, Edgin and Xenk process grief together, then kiss about it. A great exploration of Edgin's emotions, not only regarding Zia and Holga, but of the other people he may have harmed along the way.

We can burn much brighter (if we don't look back) by enchantedsleeper (T, 6k)

Xenk apprehends Forge and learns of the events that transpired at Neverwinter. Grappling with the fact that his past almost repeated itself while he was too far away to help, he encounters Edgin. Such a lovely post-movie fic, exploring just how Edgin and Xenk are processing their feelings in the wake of it.

Do you know you'll never fly alone? by MayGlenn (T, 1.2k)

Something a bit more light-hearted to end the recs list on: a fix-it of sorts, but for the poor undead guy in the post-credits scene. Xenk takes Edgin on a late night ride, to fix an issue he'd left behind, but maybe for something more also...

And that's that for now! Please do feel free to recommend your favourite D&D: Honor Among Thieves fics in return, or yell about which of these you loved the most. My comments and inbox are always open :))

And to the fic writers (and all fic writers out there), thank you so much for sharing these stories with us! You're all absolutely wonderful, talented people <3

[cicaklah]

putting on my dadhat, tieing up my white tie, polishing my tails...

fandom: dnd movie 2023

pairing: edgin/xenk

rating: they are gonna fuck but they haven't YET

summary:

Nat just laughs and excuses herself, which means that, oh great, Ed has to talk to Xenk.

“I am comfortable sitting here in silence, if it is such a burden to converse with me,” Xenk says, reasonably and when Ed narrows his eyes, he bends close and whispers, “my friend, do you realise you are saying all your inside thoughts out loud?”

“You are,” Ed scoffs.

In which Ed has a simple request, Xenk speaks fluent common, but everyone misunderstands each other anyway.

tagged: Farce, Sex Farce, Men's Tits, Dirty Talk, Misunderstandings, Horse Shenanigans, Midsummer, Hate Sex, aspirations of hate sex, Poetry, there is a word for bad miracle and it is Xenk Yendar, Humor, Idiots in Love, Getting Together, Magical Shirt of Pulling, Oneupmanship, revenge is a dish best served on a horse

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For my girl @skylightpirate because the dadhats have come for me, and I am now one with the dadhats, everyone in this fic is a horse girl except the author. The rest of it is written, but I need to edit it, so hopefully the rest will be published in the next few days. Either way, its the return of the cicak special, the sex farce!!!!!

[cactusnymph]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar, Edgin Darvis & Holga Kilgore, Simon Aumar & Edgin Darvis & Kira Darvis & Doric & Holga Kilgore, Edgin Darvis & Kira Darvis Characters: Edgin Darvis, Xenk Yendar, Holga Kilgore, Simon Aumar, Doric (Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves), Kira Darvis Additional Tags: Background Simon Aumar/Doric/Original Female Character, Canon-Typical Violence, Dungeons & Dragons References, Weird Plot Shit, Mutual Pining, Resolved Sexual Tension, Eventual Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Praise Kink, Making Out, Autistic Xenk Yendar, Edgin has ADHD, Denial of Feelings, Miscommunication, Rescue Missions, First Kiss, First Time, 5+1 Things, Hurt/Comfort, Loss of Virginity, Ed's emotional baggage makes him a bit of an accidental asshole from time to time, Simon is smitten and tries to teach Ed about polyamory, Ed is bi and Xenk is demi in this one <333, don't look too closely at the plot because it's only there to further the gay drama Summary:

Five times Ed says that he hates Xenk and one time he doesn't.

[waveridden]

"Edgin,” Holga sighs. “You don’t have to bright-side this one. You can just live with being fucked for a little bit.”

Edgin has problems with being stuck in prison. Holga has problems with his problems. Pre-canon, 2.8k.

[beaulesbian]

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

The real insult, Edgin thought, as the rest of his mind turned to jelly, was how fucking small the dragon was.

This was his first encounter with a faerie dragon, and he hadn't taken the whole thing very seriously. A bright green dragon no larger than a cat, cooped up in some miller's chimney? It barely felt worth the coin, not that he told the miller that.

The dragon, however, had other ideas. They'd managed to wrangle it outside thanks to some keen shapeshifting from Doric, but as soon as she'd gotten it through the front door and into Ed's arms it had hit him with an enormous blast of glittering fae magic.

Ed was no stranger to Euphoria Breath - there were bars in all the seedier spots of Neverwinter that sold a concentrated hit of the stuff for a reasonable fee - but he'd never had it straight from the source.

The last lucid thought that passed through his head before his knees hit the floor was oh, this is pretty good.

They gathered around the stricken bard, no one keen to get too close. No one had any idea what to do.

“I’m sure Xenk has something up his sleeve,” Simon said, pleadingly. “Right, Xenk?”

Xenk gave him a long look. “I assure you,” he said, “the only thing up my sleeves is my arms.”

From the floor, Ed made a choking noise.

“He speaks!” Xenk was beside him in a blink, grabbing his shoulders. “Speak to me, my dearest friend, or has some foul scourge taken thy tongue?”

Ed stared at him, unfocused. Behind Xenk’s shoulder, Holga rolled her eyes. Ed opened his mouth.

“Speak!” Xenk commanded.

“Wh—”

It was no more than a broken whisper. Xenk moved closer. “What is it, my friend?”

“Where—” Ed took a deep breath that collapsed in upon itself. His eyes had gone red, watering with the effort of speaking. “Where does— where— Xenk—”

“Yes, Edgin?”

Ed hauled himself to his elbows unsteadily. “Xenk…”

“I am with you.”

“Where…” he took another, gasping breath, like a man drowning. “Where does Xenk keep his armies?”

Xenk blinked at him. He had never had the honour of command, nor did he have the inclination.

“Your mind has been rattled by the scourge,” he said. “You must rest, and hope that you may—”

“Up his sleevies!”

Holga burst into snorting laughs. Ed looked thrilled, laughing until tears rolled down his cheeks. Even Doric began to giggle.

“I—” Xenk was lost. “I am not sure I understand your riddle, Edgin.”

Edgin clapped his shoulder, gripping tight. “Up his sleevies,” he breathed. When Xenk did not respond, he slumped back down with a groan.  “Fucking harp—”

And then he swooned clean away.

[a10wea]

fic reading challenge

Finished the summer @ficreadingchallenge ! a little late 😅 This was a lot of fun and got me reading great fics I wouldn't have thought to look for otherwise, as well as a bunch of stuff on my to-read list. I thoroughly recommend all of these!!!

I did have trouble finding a fic for "dressing up" so if you have any recs let me know!

list of fics under the cut

domestic/curtain fic: A Perfect Day by cakeisnotpie (MCU, Clint/Phil)

newest fic in the tag of your choice: gave me no compasses, gave me no signs by argentoswan (ATLA, Zukka)

crossover or fusion fic: Caught Up in Our Stories by gogglor (MCU, Stony)

fix-it fic: (what is hate) but jilted love by LemonGrenade (MCU, Stony)

superpowers / no powers AU: Hot Rod Red by @frankthesnek (MCU, Stony)

fake dating: Duty and Burden by @skylightpirate (DnDHAT, Xedgin)

character study: Never for the Dragon by @ladyshadowdrake (MCU, Stony)

secret relationship: Galeas III by @stitchyarts (MCU, Stony)

angst: Double Time by @sineala (Marvel Comics, Stony)

5+ year old fic: Emanata (The Comics Will Break Your Heart Remix) by @teaberryblue (Marvel Comics, Stony)

happy ending: Wolves in the World by ladyshadowdrake (MCU, Stony)

deaging / kid fic: Silver and Gold by @scioscribe (Thor Movies, Heimdall & Loki)

Free Space: Danger Mouse by @isozyme (Marvel 616, Stony)

fic written by someone who follows you: A Wish Your Heart Makes by @carsonian (MCU, Stony)

remix fic pair: Just for the Conversation by @msermesth (Marvel Comics, Stony)

less than 20 kudos: Falling Again; We've All Been Here by @onebuckybitch (MCU, Bucky & Steve)

dressing up: honestly I could not find a fic with this tag, if you have any recs, let me know!

multiple authors: Double Whammy by @festiveferret, @hollyandvice (MCU, Stony)

only one bed: Situation Normal: All Fucked Up by @kandisheek

podfic: More Than Skin Deep by @whenas-in-silks (Marvel Comics, Stony)

rarepair: Winter Quarters by @AcornsOnTheGround, @teeelsie-posts (Marvel Comics, DCU Comics, Clint Barton/Dick Grayson)

parallel universe: Through a Glass, Darkly by @calaisreno (Sherlock Holmes, Holmes/Watson)

BIPOC main character: Red Velvet by ladyshadowdrake (MCU, Nick Fury & Natasha Romanov)

inspired by another fanwork: on the mend by @meidui (MCU, Steve & Avengers)

unhappy / bittersweet ending: drag its private sweetness through my teeth by @loveinhawkins (Stranger Things, Steddie)

[handwrittenhello]

"Dad?" Kira's voice filtered through the mindless haze of Edgin's cursing as he weeded the garden.

"Yeah, hon?" he replied distractedly. The mint was starting to take over, and while its leaves made a nice tea, there was only so much they could harvest at a time. He tried to calculate how much he could rip out without going overboard.

"I want to be a rogue."

Edgin's hands stilled on a clump of roots. He stared at the dirt underneath his fingernails. "Okay," he finally said, hearing himself from a distance.

"What?"

"Okay," he repeated. Thoughts surfaced one after another in his mind. He didn't put words to any of them. You're too young. We don't have to steal to get by anymore. I'm a horrible influence. Your mom would hate me.

"I thought..." She trailed off. "You're not mad?"

Edgin finally looked up. She stood just outside the garden, hovering behind the gate as if to keep a barrier between them. Her hands twisted in the fabric of her dress. It was getting short on her—she'd grown recently.

"Do you want me to be?" he asked mildly. "I don't know what you want me to say, honey." He couldn't say what he actually thought. He'd promised honesty, but...

"It's just... Uncle Forge..." Even now, she still called him that, and Edgin winced every time. A habit of two years was going to be hard to break.

Or, as his mind liked to remind him late at night when he should be sleeping, maybe she didn't want to break it. Maybe she wished he were her dad instead. What good was Edgin, failure of a man, compared to a life in Neverwinter Castle? A life she could never go back to, once he'd come along and stirred up a bunch of shit.

"What about him?" Edgin asked, turning back to the vegetables. As he pulled up carrots he imagined it was Forge's guts he was pulling out.

"I'm not doing it to be like him," she said in a rush. "I don't want to be like him."

Ha, Edgin thought savagely. Shaped in your image my ASS. "Well, good, because he's rotting in prison."

"That's not what I mean!" she said, but she was hiding a smile. "I just meant, I'm not following anyone. It's what I want to do."

"Well, you don't need my permission." As much as he hated it, he'd missed two years of her life; she was nearly grown, now. Another year or so and she'd be old enough to take on an apprenticeship, even though it seemed like yesterday he could fit her tiny swaddled body in the crook of one arm.

"You don't like it." She'd caught him out, and he froze.

Then he brushed the dirt from his hands and stood, his knees cracking loudly in protest. Gods, he was so old. To prove to himself he still could, he hopped over the fence to join her outside the garden.

"You're right, I don't like it. I don't like that you grew up while I wasn't there to see. I don't like that we never had the option of an honest living. I don't like that your mom would hate me for doing this to you." He reached out and pulled her into a hug. "But I like you, no matter what. If you think that becoming a rogue is what's right for you, then do it. Don't ever change yourself just because you think someone will love you better for it."

"That's so sappy," she said, but her face was buried in his shirt and he knew she was hiding tears.

"I'm a bard. It comes with the job description."

"Good thing I'm not becoming a bard then." He broke the hug and pushed her away in mock disgust as she laughed.

"I take it all back, you're a disgrace of a daughter. I'm sending you to bardic college until you learn some respect."

She laughed again, a beautiful sound. He vowed, not for the first time, to do everything in his power to make sure she never stopped.

[existentialcrisistime]

Here's one from my as-yet-untitled DnDHAT Xedgin fic — fairly nsfw so below the cut:

He came with a broken cry, Xenk’s name on his lips like a prayer, before collapsing on Xenk like his strings had been cut. Edgin felt his cheeks heat although it was nothing to do with arousal, and buried his head in Xenk’s neck. He’d just come inside his breeches like a teenager, from nothing more than a bit of dry humping. They hadn’t even made it to the bed yet. He wanted to give Xenk a good time, godsdammit! 

This week’s word is…

✨ CRY ✨

...and was inspired by my dog who whined at me when I asked him what today's word should be.

Find the word in any WIP and share the sentence containing it! Reply, reblog, stick it in the tags, tag us in a new post, or keep it private. All fandoms, all ships, all writers welcome.

[moorishflower]

To the Ends of the Earth (Xenk/Edgin magical binding, Mature)

To the Ends of the Earth || Xenk Yendar/Edgin Darvis || Mature || Complete

Magical Bond, Pining, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Sharing a Bed, Gift Giving, Medium Burn, As in not quite slow burn, Imprisonment, Caretaking, Healing, Sharing Trauma, Hand Jobs, Geographical Isolation, Cold Weather, This was compared to Left Hand of Darkness and honestly I can't ask for more

Sent by the High Harpers to retrieve a criminal to aid in a desperate mission, and authorized to use binding magic to ensure his cooperation, Xenk comes to understand and long for the former Harper agent Edgin Darvis during the tenday they spend in Icewind Dale, surrounded on all sides by ice, and cold, and endless lonely nothingness.

[Read it on AO3!]

[treesspeaklatin]

Edgin is a loving man. Xenk shouldn't be surprised he's good at this. Slipping his arm under Xenk's, pulling him close by the waist, resting his hand on Xenk’s thigh. Touches so skillful they seem sincere.

"How did you two fall in love?"

"He was noble, perfect and obnoxious," Edgin says, his gaze mischievous. "How could I let that go?" 

Edgin is also a professional fraudster. 

"And you, Xenk?"

Under the table, Edgin intertwines their fingers. No one will see, so why?

Xenk swallows. He can't pretend. "I had no choice.” 

His heart has always been willing prey for that thief.

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prompt fake/pretend by karamazovsisters.

all my xedgin drabbles are here on ao3

[veryace-ficrecs]

Xedgin Fic Recs Part 1

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Click Here for general recs

and Here for Part two of my Xedgin recs!

he loves me, he loves me not by phiroths - Rated T

“What?” Edgin’s response was snarky, carefree with a hint of annoyance as he ties his last knot of his gift of golden strings to his aging instrument.

Doric sighs, her attitude shifting, “Ed, he keeps buying you stuff. They’re not even things you can use on quests or something, they’re specifically designed for you. They’re tokens.” Her explanation is slow as if it’s common sense that flew over his head.

He snorts, testing his lute and tuning it accordingly. “Okay? It’s not a bad thing, they’re great tokens, and it’s even better since he doesn’t expect anything in retuーoh shit.”

A note came out flat under his fingers.

Edgin was being courted.

Fuck.

It's Him Again by Triss_Hawkeye - Rated G

  Edgin is finally feeling at ease, which is instantly interrupted when a familiar figure enters the tavern. 

tenets of devotion by weatheredlaw - Rated E

Ed leaned forward and put his head in his hands. “This is ridiculous. You know that, right?”

“Eh, I think you’ve done weirder things.”

“Weirder than marrying a paladin and infiltrating a cult together?”

Holga shrugged. “You’ve done a lot of weird things. Don’t make me list them all.”

or: xenk needs edgin's help to take down a cult. absolutely nothing can go wrong. right?

Braided Threads by stele3 - Rated M

“Xenk?”

Turning, Xenk watched Edgin enter the stables at a jog, then stumble to a halt. He looked at Xenk’s face and visibly blanched. It had been some time since he had done thus; Xenk could hardly blame him. The mark on his forehead had caused so many to recoil from him over the years.

“Nice, uh, nice horse,” Edgin said after a moment.

“Greetings, Edgin Darvis,” Tyr said aloud.

“Nice talking horse.”

Xenk wiped tears from his face. “Edgin, I present to you my god: Tyr, the Sword Above the Clouds, Keeper of the Door.”

“Your god is a horse?”

Beckoning Life by Mirach - Rated T

  When Xenk learns that Edgin was hurt and needs him, he rushes to him hoping to help with his healing touch. But healing is not effective against a wound caused by a Red Wizard Blade and Xenk has to face his own demons to be able to save Edgin. 

We can burn much brighter (if we don't look back) by enchantedsleeper

- Rated T

  Xenk learns that Sofina tried to unleash the Beckoning Death on Neverwinter, and grapples with the fact that his past almost repeated itself while he was too far away to help. Restless and unable to sleep, he goes for a walk, and finds that he's not the only one struggling to come to terms with recent events. 

Not If It's You by G_Moore - Rated G

NO SUMMARY - TAGS

touch-starved xenk

touchy edgin

Fluff

not even quite romance

maybe romance eventually

half your life (you've been hooked on death) by roundtriptojupiter - Rated T

Almost six months after the events of Honor Among Thieves, Xenk shows up on Edgin's doorstep. 

if you get lost, i'll hold your hand by yourstrulytay - Rated T

If you get lost, take my hand and I will guide you.

The words keep swirling around in Edgin’s head, and he’s unsure as to why he can’t seem to get them to stop.

He almost wants to ask further questions; get clarification on why the paladin had felt the need to even say such a thing.

It’s- not bothering him, per se, but it definitely- okay well, bothering him a lot, actually.

Does he seem so helpless? Do they all? He knows their group is somewhat ragtag, all of them pieces belonging to different puzzles, but they all have their strengths. They won’t need help from some big, dumb, strong, handsome-

Nope. No. Ed’s not going there, thank you very much. He’s annoyed at the paladin, not attracted to him.

or, the three times that Xenk holds Edgin's hand for totally platonic reasons and the one time it's absolutely not for platonic reasons

  it's always darkest (before the dawn) by puffvisionary - Rated G

Xenk is not the type of person you can expect to come home every evening, a tired smile on his face and a request for a hug on his lips. He's not the type to step through the threshold of their home and shake off the heroic. His dedication and single-minded focus to his oath doesn't come on or off along with his shiny breastplate.

Edgin knows this, understands this, and accepts this.

That does not mean he's ready for the day when Xenk comes home without any recollection of him, of them, of what they have.

Well, shit.

Touching in the Dark by Bestbuds55 - Rated T

Edgin isn't the biggest fan of Xenk Yendar, but that is obvious to everyone. Well, except maybe Xenk himself. 

Odd Little Family by hollyjolly_42 - Rated T

"Kira found it practical to believe that her father would someday remarry, and even more so to believe that it would be to the woman who was already a trusted, guiding figure to his child.

Therefore, it was much to her surprise when a tall, handsome man interrupted her lute practice to ask her blessing in his proposal to her father."

Someone Lit From Within by BlackEyedGirl - Rated T

Edgin takes a detour when he realises they're near Mornbryn’s Shield. Xenk brings him along on a side-quest and the two of them have a number of enlightening conversations. (Holga has some concerns) 

Solitary Burdens by cupiscent - Rated T

Edgin's wife died years ago, but he's only just now letting go. He can't talk about it with any of the others, but Xenk - aggravatingly - understands. Perhaps neither of them need to carry these burdens alone.

Windows XP love confession by veryace - Rated G

  It wasn't common for Ed to wake up in an unfamiliar place, but it also wasn't uncommon. He had his fair share of unfamiliar bedrooms and houses in his years of barding before he found Zia. It was, however, his first time waking up in a seemingly endless field, with no landmarks to help him figure out where he was.

[cicaklah]

For the link direct to chapter 2: click here!

fandom: dnd movie dadhat dndhat

pairing: edgin/xenk

rating: we're getting there

summary: two people who want to fuck continue to find reasons not to do so. this time, horses! prison! and Xenk stops for a swift half.

[midnightwinterhawk]

“I—I apologize.” Xenk clears his throat and takes a tiny step back. “I have not yet asked your permission. For either kiss.”

“A paladin, stealing a kiss.” Ed curls his fingers in the straps of Xenk’s armor. “What will the people say?”

“I suppose I shall have to ask that you keep this information to yourself, then.”

“Maybe, if the paladin were willing to stoop to some bribery…”

Xenk’s tongue steals the rest of the sentence from his mouth. “That was not a bribe. I was returning what I stole.”

YOU GUYS I AM SCREAMING! Shakespeare fucking wishes he wrote this.

Winning Prizes for Rotten Judgment by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

26k | Explicit | Xedgin

In which Ed admits he's in love with Xenk, woos Xenk, and sleeps with Xenk, all in completely the wrong order.

To be fair, it's only half his fault.

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: During the climax of the D&D Honor Among Thieves, Edgin ends up being marked with the same mark as Xenk and is haunted by his past. Xenk shows up and they go on a quest to let Zia rest in peace, for real this time. (Chapters 2, 5, 16, 24, and 25 are NSFW)

Author: BlankPersonality

Note from submitter: I literally read this all within a day on Halloween. It lives in my head rent-free. I will never recover from how much of an emotional rollercoaster it is. I hadn't cried while reading something in years and I cried reading this multiple times. It is one of my favorite fics I've ever read. Best fanfiction experience I've had in my 8 years of reading fanfiction

[existentialcrisistime]

I'm slightly late to the @ficwip wip wednesday party, but I'm currently editing my Xedgin fic, so here's a teaser extract for u all to enjoy :)) We are very much in draft stage, but I think this section at least is nearly complete

fandom: Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves ship: Edgin Darvis/Xenk Yendar

note: whilst the completed fic will be E rated, the extract is rated T

Edgin found himself pressed up against the door by Xenk, the whole hot length of him from chest to thigh, capturing his mouth in a heated kiss as if he couldn’t get enough – which, Edgin supposed, made two of them.  However, there was the problem of –  “Xenk–” Edgin gasped, breaking the kiss, “Armor. Not– ah! Not comfortable.” Xenk had moved down to mouth heatedly at the join between Edgin’s neck and shoulder, and now paused, “Hmm?” he murmured against Edgin’s skin.  “Your armor,” Edgin repeated, tapping Xenk on his metal-clad chest, “Take it off.” Xenk reluctantly pulled away. “Ah. Yes.” He took a few steps back and began divesting himself of his cape and armor with the speed and meticulousness that could only come from decades of repeating the same actions – although not in this exact situation, Edgin presumed – and carefully placing it over the seat by the window.  Edgin slowly peeled off his own leather jacket, watching intently as the shape of Xenk’s body was revealed with the removal of each piece of armor by his dexterous fingers. He resisted the urge to pinch himself, to check whether this was a dream, or whether he really and truly had Xenk here in his room undressing for him.  Once down to his rich teal aketon, Xenk paused as if uncertain – as if waiting for permission to rejoin Edgin and continue his ministrations. It was unlike Xenk to be uncertain about anything, Edgin thought, but maybe the man didn’t get about much. Gods knew, between being locked up in Revel’s End for two years, and the events of the past week, it had been a fair while since Edgin himself had been invited up to someone’s bedroom. Well, he supposed, maybe this could be something he was the expert in for once. Slowly, Edgin sauntered over to where Xenk stood, revelling in how the full weight of Xenk’s attention was now drawn to the sway of his hips and the deep vee of his shirt. Edgin knew how he looked when he presented himself like this, and surely that was a kind of magic all by itself – no need for spells or charms. Reaching Xenk, he brought one hand up to cradle his face and captured his lips in a soft kiss. Edgin slipped his other hand under Xenk’s jewel-toned coat to grip at his waist, enjoying the feel of soft flesh and firm muscle under his fingers, now separated only by the fine linen of Xenk’s shirt. “Much better,” he murmured against Xenk’s lips. Xenk simply responded with a self-satisfied smile, hands settling on Edgin’s own hips.