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Lost and Found: A Pirate's Promise

The first gif cause Sanji is fine in this Gif, and the second gif adds to the story also lmfaooo

Chapter 28: A Dangerous Gamble

A/N: We are back at it again with another chapter! Don’t worry you guys I’m still creating that masterlist. But when I tell you the next chapters are cooking! Like we getting, all of the action. also Ive been seeing alot of edits on TT with these guys along with a few more I have in store and when I tell you I went FERALLLL!!!! Like someone hold me! Thank you guys so much for the follows, the likes, the comments, the interactions just everything! I cant wait for you guys to read what I have in store! But without further ado, let the adventure begin!

Word Count: 6.2K

Sanji X Reader, Sanji X Y/N, One Piece X Reader

Sanji POV..

“Yeah, we barely escaped, both the Navy and Doflamingo,” I spoke to Usopp via the transponder snail, my voice tinged with frustration. “Also, have any of you guys seen or even heard from Y/N?” My heart raced with worry.

“Wait, why? What happened?!” Usopp's voice cracked with concern.

“I lost her... and no one knows where she is,” I admitted, my hands tightening around the snail. “Doflamingo has something planned for her, and it pains me that I’m not there with her.”

Usopp’s expression turned grave. “We’ll find her, Sanji. We have to. Don’t lose hope.”

“I’m trying not to,” I said, “but it’s hard when I can’t even get a lead on where she might be. Every moment counts.”

“What's worse is we’re heading to Zou, so I won’t be able to kick some ass in order to find her,” I said into the transponder snail, taking a drag of my cigarette. My frustration was evident in my voice.

“What? Sanji, you’re not planning on leaving us here?!” Usopp’s voice came through, filled with alarm.

“Hold on a minute,” Franky’s voice interrupted, “What are Luffy and Law up to?”

As I was about to respond, I heard Franky’s question. “Zoro and Kinemon are outside the Colosseum trying to find Luffy so they can bring him up to speed. After that, they’re going to look for Y/N.”

“And Law?” Franky asked.

“Well…”

Law POV…

With the Sunny crew heading to Zou and the remaining Straw Hats carrying out their plan, I made my way to the bridge with Giolla. The blade was close to her neck, a constant reminder of the precarious situation we were in. My mind kept drifting to Y/N. I can only hope you are safe and far from Doflamingo’s grasp, I thought.

Footsteps echoed closer, the fog obscuring the figure’s approach. I tightened my grip on my sword, preparing for whatever was to come. As Doflamingo emerged from the mist, his mocking tone cut through the air.

“What’s the point in letting half of the Straw Hats escape?” he taunted. “The rest of them are still in Dressrosa. All I have to do is hold them hostage, and they'll hand me Caesar in exchange for them.”

“Many have underestimated them and paid the price,” I replied defiantly. “Do you really want to add your name to that list?”

“At any rate, my pirate alliance with the Straw Hat crew is coming to its natural conclusion. Do I have to spell it out for you? From the moment I met up with them, I was using them. They'll be destroying the SMILE factory, and as much as I want to revel in killing you, Kaido is going to do that anyway.” I retorted, gripping my blade tighter. “Beside, I want to make you pay for what you did thirteen years ago” I said, my anger evident.

“Make me pay... for what happened to you thirteen years ago?” “Come on, Law. Holding Giolla hostage isn’t going to change anything.” Doflamingo’s laugh was chilling.

“You're right. That’s not all you lost. With Caesar gone, you no longer have a hold on the SMILE factory,” I said, my voice dripping with contempt.

Doflamingo’s smirk widened. “My, you are still mad. Grudges aren’t good for your health, you know.”

“This isn’t a grudge,” I retorted, my eyes burning with determination. “I’m seeing his dream through to the end!”

With that, I launched a series of relentless attacks at Doflamingo. Each strike was fueled by the anger and frustration I felt

Sanji POV…

“You better protect my sweet Robin, understand, Usopp!” I said into the transponder snail, the urgency in my voice unmistakable. “And also, keep an eye out for my Y/N!” I added, as I took a drag of my cigarette. I hung up the call, letting out a long sigh. “This anxiety is killing me,” I thought, running my fingers through my hair. “Y/N could be hurt, injured, or worse…”

I shook those thoughts out of my head, trying to stay focused. “Is everything okay, Sanji?” Chopper asked, his voice filled with concern.

“I was just making sure that Robin is safe since she’s with Franky and Usopp right now. I wanted to let them know to keep an eye out for Y/N if they see her,” I explained, my voice tinged with worry.

“Okay, so if Kinemon and Zoro are with Luffy, that means they would need to find Y/N, right?” Chopper said, trying to piece things together.

“Well, knowing mosshead, that’s going to take 50 years, since he’s lousy with directions,” I grumbled. “Damn it! I knew I should have stuck with my gut and stayed.” I grabbed at my hair, a habit I developed when smoking didn’t ease my anxiety anymore.

“I’m awfully worried about Traffy and Y/N, though,” Chopper said, his voice low.

“Traffy is a big boy; he can handle it,” I replied. “Y/N, although I know she can handle anything, knowing what that creep wanted to do to her and what he planned on doing to her makes me sick.” I clenched my hands, the frustration and helplessness boiling within me.

Momo began recounting a memory he had of Doflamingo, but my mind drifted away to thoughts of someone who wasn't Y/N. “Ahh, why are you happy?!” he exclaimed, breaking through my reverie.

“Don’t worry, being taken hostage isn’t all bad, especially when it’s a beautiful woman doing it,” I said, swooning with a blush on my cheeks.

“You’re obviously thinking about something else; at least pretend to care!” Momo chided.

“That reminds me, Violet said she’d be okay too,” I said, as my mind wandered to our last moments together.

Flashback

“I’ll be fine. I talked to my friend, and I’m certain the government will protect me,” Violet said, as we rode the toy horse together.

“Really?” I asked, still concerned.

“Just trust me,” she said with a reassuring smile.

“Okay, I’d feel better if I could go along with you, but as long as you’re safe, I…” I started to say before Violet reached for my hand.

“You’ve done enough. How can I ever show you my gratitude?” she asked, her eyes filled with sincerity.

I blushed at her words. “Well, you could give me a kiss on the cheek, and then maybe a little kiss on the lips,” I said, my voice tinged with shyness.

With that, I felt the warm impact of Violet’s lips on mine. The kiss was soft but filled with gratitude. I was about to ask for more when Violet suddenly pulled away.

“Oh no, it would seem your ship is under attack by flying fish!” she exclaimed.

“What! What are those?!” I shouted, bewildered.

“No time; you must go!” she urged.

As I skywalked into the sky, leaving Violet behind, I headed back to the Sunny, the urgency of the situation driving me forward.

Flashback end

I sighed deeply, shaking the memory from my mind. “I hope Violet is okay,” I muttered.

Zoro POV…

Ten minutes before Y/N called…

“Hey!! I’m up here! You guys wanted to talk to me!” Luffy yelled, his voice echoing through the Colosseum.

“Luffy! Quiet down! We don’t want anybody to hear!” I yelled back, trying to keep my frustration in check.

Luffy laughed, clearly unbothered. “Wow, sorry! I was just happy to see you!”

“Ahh, so you met with the green-haired man. At first, I was apprehensive about trusting him, but he seemed quite eager to offer his assistance,” Kinemon said, his gaze scanning the area.

“Where is he now?” I demanded, trying to keep my focus sharp.

“I don’t know. He just, like, passed out…” Luffy said, sounding somewhat unconcerned.

“Passed out?! What the hell is wrong with him?!” I exclaimed, my frustration mounting.

“Hey, by the way, have you seen Y/N yet?” Luffy asked, changing the subject.

“Actually, yeah. She just called,” I said, trying to keep my tone steady.

“Really?!” Luffy’s eyes widened. “What did she say?”

“Something about her being safe and that she’ll call back in a few minutes,” I replied. “I’m worried about her, Luffy. She said she was chased down by three men block after block.”

Luffy’s expression shifted to one of concern. “Three men, huh? That doesn’t sound good. We need to find her as soon as possible.”

“I agree,” I said, my voice grim. Just then, a call from my transponder snail went through.

“Hello?! Y/N?!” I said urgently.

“Y/N?! Where have you been?!” Luffy’s voice crackled through the line, his grin evident even over the transponder snail.

“Hey, Captain. How’s it going? I was checking on your fight. I wish I was there to kick some ass too!” Y/N said, her laughter coming through, which was oddly comforting.

“Same here, Y/N,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm even though my concern for her was growing.

Y/N began to explain that Doflamingo had been tracking her since she arrived and that three men had been chasing her block after block. My rage spiked with every word.

“Where are you?!” Luffy demanded, his tone sharper than usual. It was one thing to mess with him, but to mess with his crewmate was a whole other story.

“Don’t worry, Luffy. I’m safe. I’m with…” Y/N said, but I couldn’t quite catch the last part. Her voice was muffled, and it sounded like she was with someone, but the connection was poor.

“I have a plan, but I want to ask your permission first,” she continued.

“What’s the plan?” Luffy asked, his focus entirely on the call now.

“I’m going to have Doflamingo take me to his palace,” Y/N said, calm but with an edge of seriousness that instantly put me on alert.

“Wait... AS IN KIDNAPPED?!” I yelled, my voice immediately rising. “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND?!”

“Yes, as in kidnapped,” she replied, unfazed. “I need to draw him away from the Colosseum. Once I’m in the palace, I’ll try to dismantle his operation from the inside. It’ll buy you guys time to get there so we can finish the job.”

“This is insane!” I snapped. “You’re not just walking into a trap—you’re running into it! How many things can go wrong here, Y/N? Do we need to pull out the list? You’re going up against a warlord who is psychotic, you could get thrown in a dungeon, or worse! And we won’t even know where you are!”

There was a pause, then Y/N responded with that annoying calmness. “I know the risks, Zoro. But it’s the only way to distract him long enough for you guys to make your move.”

Luffy, who had been quiet up until now, suddenly chimed in. “Y/N, this is risky, even for you...”

“I know,” she answered, her voice steady. “But I can do this. If I can get him off the streets and into the palace, it’ll give us the upper hand. You just need to trust me.”

“Trust you?” I scoffed, rubbing the back of my neck in frustration. “I trust you, but this plan is reckless even by your standards! Do you even know what you're up against?”

Another pause, and then Y/N let out a small laugh, which irritated me even more. “Zoro, I’ll be fine. Just make sure you guys get to the palace. I’ll be waiting.”

Before I could protest more, Luffy jumped in, cutting me off mid-sentence. “Okay, Y/N. If that’s what you want, we’ll trust you. But you better be careful! We’ll get there as soon as I figure a way out of this Colosseum.”

I clenched my fists, not fully convinced. “This is still a terrible idea... If anything happens to you, I’m coming to drag your reckless ass out of there myself.”

Y/N’s voice lightened, trying to ease the tension. “I know you will, Zoro. But you won’t have to. Just be ready when it’s time.”

The call ended with that, and I stood there, my frustration boiling under the surface.

“Damn it, why does she always have to make things difficult?” I muttered.

Luffy turned to me, his expression serious. “We gotta trust her. She wouldn’t do this if she didn’t believe it would work.”

I sighed, still irritated. “I don’t like it. But if Y/N’s already in, we need to make sure we’re ready to follow through. This is going to get messy.”

Law POV…

I struggled to stay on my feet, each breath feeling heavier than the last. The pain in my knees throbbed with every movement, but the thought of Y/N—captured, helpless—burned in my mind like a raging fire. I couldn’t let her be taken. Not her. Not after everything.

Doflamingo’s laughter grated on my ears, his voice full of mockery. “You look like you’re about to collapse, Law. Just how much longer do you think you can keep this up?”

I glared up at him, blood dripping from my wounds, but my focus was elsewhere—on Y/N. She was out there, trapped in his twisted web, and I was running out of time to save her. My hands tightened around my sword, trembling from the exhaustion.

“You can mock me all you want, Doflamingo,” I growled, my voice low but filled with fury. “But I’m not done yet. I’ll tear you apart before I let you lay another hand on her.”

But my body betrayed me. I could feel my stamina slipping away, the strength in my legs faltering. “Room!” I called out once more, though my powers flickered, weaker now. I felt my ability straining to stay active, but I refused to stop.

Doflamingo smirked, casually flicking away my efforts like they were nothing. “Pathetic,” he said. “But keep struggling, Law. It’s amusing to watch you crawl while I’ve already won.”

His words pierced through the fog of pain in my mind. I knew what he wanted—he wanted to see me suffer, to see me broken before he took Y/N away forever. The thought sent a surge of rage through me. I won’t give him that satisfaction.

I tried again, pushing my body to its limit. My sword swung, aiming for him, but Doflamingo dodged it effortlessly, almost playfully. His string bullets followed, slamming into my legs again, sending me crashing to the ground.

The pain was blinding, but worse than that was the sickening feeling of helplessness creeping in. I bit down hard, forcing myself not to scream, but I could barely move.

Then, his transponder snail rang, cutting through the chaos. I looked up through blurry vision, seeing Doflamingo’s smirk widen as he answered the call.

"Hello, this better be important," he said, his voice dripping with malice. The words that followed made my blood run cold.

"Sir, we got her… we got the girl, young master!" came the voice on the other end.

I froze, my heart pounding so hard it drowned out the sound of everything else. Y/N. No. This can’t be happening. She can’t be in his hands.

Doflamingo's laugh cut through me like a blade. "I knew she couldn’t run forever. Tied up nice and snug, is she?"

“Yeah, she is. She's tied up. Meet us at the Colosseum at the front, so you can take her,” the voice said.

Doflamingo’s eyes glinted with sadistic glee as he hung up. He turned to me, relishing in my helplessness. “You hear that, Law? Looks like your little princess is mine now. And you? You’re going to watch me take her. Let’s head to the Coliseum, I want you to see her all tied up, broken, and realize that you couldn’t save her.”

The weight of those words crushed me. Y/N. My breath hitched, my vision narrowing to a tunnel of fury and desperation. I forced myself to move, despite the pain, despite the exhaustion.

But unfortunately, Doflamingo launched one more attack, his strings cutting through the air with deadly precision, and before I could react, my body gave out and fell to the ground, powerless. As darkness crept in, the last thing I saw was his cruel smile, and the only thought in my mind was that I had failed her.

Zoro POV…

"Hey, mosshead! Any updates on Y/N?" Sanji's voice crackled through the transponder snail, sounding as impatient as ever.

I rolled my eyes at the snail, which mimicked his curly eyebrow expression. “Now you listen, curly brow…” I started, but then paused. “Actually, yes. She was able to get in contact with us.”

"WHAT? You did?!” Sanji's voice shot up an octave, panic immediately kicking in. “Is she okay? Did Doflamingo do something to her?!”

The transponder snail mimicked Sanji's frantic expression, and I could practically hear the others in the background, freaking out—Chopper, Brook, and Momo wailing in unison.

I sighed, trying to stay calm. “No, she says she’s safe. But…” I hesitated, knowing this was going to cause a scene. “She’s got a reckless plan.”

"RECKLESS PLAN?!" Sanji shouted, his voice nearly causing the snail to vibrate. "Mosshead, what did you say to her? Why didn’t you stop her?!”

“Tch, hey! It’s not my fault, curly brow! She decided this on her own!” I snapped back, gripping the transponder snail like it was his neck.

“Mosshead!” Sanji growled through the snail, his voice dripping with frustration. “What the hell is she thinking?! You didn’t just let her go, did you?! You know how dangerous Doflamingo is!”

I clenched my teeth, trying not to let him get under my skin. “She’s planning to go head-on with Doflamingo,” I said flatly, waiting for the inevitable explosion.

The transponder snail’s eyes widened comically. "SHE'S DOING WHAT?!" Sanji’s voice boomed through the receiver. "Why didn’t you stop her, mosshead?! Do you even understand what Doflamingo is capable of, what he plans on doing to her?!"

I gripped the transponder snail tighter. "You think I didn’t try? She’s as stubborn as hell you idiot! She’s doing this for a reason!"

There was a tense silence, only interrupted by the muffled sounds of Chopper and Brook still panicking in the background. Then Sanji's voice came through again, quieter but no less furious. “If anything happens to her, mosshead… I’ll make you regret not stopping her.”

I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of his words. “I know,” I muttered, my voice low. “But if it comes to that, I’ll be the one to cut down Doflamingo. I won’t let her fall.”

Before Sanji could respond, a deafening crash echoed in the distance. I snapped my eyes open, and the transponder snail mimicked Luffy’s frantic expression as his voice boomed through it. "Doflamingo! And Traffy!" he shouted. "What the hell is going on?! Traffy, why are you fighting Mingo?!"

We barely had time to process what Luffy was saying before we saw it. Doflamingo had his gun drawn, pointing it directly at Law.

Bang! The gunshot rang out, and Law’s body jerked back, blood spraying from the wound. “Damn brat,” Doflamingo growled, taking aim again.

Bang! The second shot tore through the air, hitting Law once more, sending him crashing to the ground. I cursed under my breath. “Not good!”

Just as Doflamingo was about to fire a third time, a sudden, blinding yellow light zipped through the chaos, cutting through the tension in the air.

"Get away from him!" a familiar voice yelled, echoing across the battlefield. The bright light morphed into a swift kick, slamming into Doflamingo’s chest and sending him flying into the nearby buildings. The impact was so powerful that the walls exploded into debris, raining down across the area.

As the dust and debris began to settle, a figure stepped forward, racing toward Law, who lay crumpled on the ground, barely clinging to consciousness. “I’m sorry, guys,” the familiar voice called out, softer now, filled with regret. “I was a bit late.”

The figure knelt beside Law, gently cradling his head, their voice trembling slightly. “I’m sorry, Law,” they repeated. “I couldn’t stop the first bullets... but I’m here now.”

As the last of the dust cleared, the blinding yellow light faded, revealing the face of the person who had saved him. My heart skipped a beat, disbelief and relief flooding through me.

"It’s Y/N!" I shouted, my voice filled with a mix of shock and relief.

Y/N POV…

As I watched Zoro and Kin'emon from my hidden spot, my heart raced with anxiety. I knew the odds were against me—this plan had a 95% chance of backfiring—but there was still that 5% hope, and I had to cling to it. My eyes flicked to the Colosseum again. “Sabo should be in there by now,” I thought, trying to reassure myself.

I reached for the two small hidden blades strapped to my sides, pulling them out as I remembered the lesson King had given me about these blades. His voice echoed in my mind, calm and mysterious.

Flashback…

“These blades, although they seem ordinary, can create quite a damaging effect,” he had said as he handed them to me.

I had stared at them skeptically. “So, what do they do?” I had asked, turning them over in my hands.

“They are meant to enhance your skills while helping you channel your abilities,” he explained, leaning back in his chair like it was obvious.

I had been frustrated by his cryptic explanation. “Well, how the hell am I supposed to use this?” I had muttered, annoyed that he was speaking in riddles rather than giving me straight answers.

He had simply smiled. “Once you channel all that energy, you will soon learn of their true purpose.”

End of flashback…

Now, standing in the shadows of the Colosseum, I gripped the blades tighter, trying to channel the energy within me, just as he had instructed. I could feel the familiar warmth building in my hands as a yellow light began to glow faintly around the blades.

Suddenly, a massive impact shook the ground, sending debris flying everywhere. I instinctively covered my face with my arms, the sharp dust and rocks pelting my skin. “Doflamingo must have arrived,” I thought, heart pounding in anticipation.

But when the dust cleared, my breath caught in my throat. Law. He was lying on the ground, bloodied and unmoving.

“Law?!” I whispered, shock and confusion hitting me like a tidal wave. "What the hell happened to the plan with Caesar? Did it fall through?"

The urgency of the situation took over as I heard two gunshots ring out, echoing through the air. Doflamingo had just shot Law again. My heart pounded as I saw him preparing to strike once more. Without thinking, I lifted my left leg, the yellow light around me intensifying, and dashed toward them.

"Get away from him!" I shouted, channeling all my strength into a kick aimed directly at Doflamingo’s chest. The impact sent him flying back, crashing into nearby buildings. Debris exploded across the area, shrouding everything in dust. As the light around me began to fade, I heard Zoro’s voice, full of disbelief.

"What the hell just happened?" he muttered.

Breathing heavily, I looked down at Law’s battered form. His lips trembled as he muttered broken words: "Cora... Y/N…" My heart clenched as I knelt beside him, cradling his head in my hands. My voice cracked as I whispered, "I'm sorry, Law. I wasn’t here in time to stop the first bullets... but I’m here now." The ache in my chest deepened, seeing him like this.

"Tell us what’s going on, please!" Sanji’s voice rang out through the transponder snail. I barely registered it as Zoro approached me, concern etched on his face.

“Y/N...” Zoro said, his tone more gentle than usual.

"What?! What’s going on?!" Sanji demanded again, his voice filled with panic as it crackled through the transponder snail.

Murmurs began to fill the air around us. I could hear the marine soldiers in the distance.

"She struck a warlord!" one of them gasped in disbelief.

"That’s Princess Y/N, she’s with the Strawhats!" another soldier pointed out, his voice trembling with both shock and admiration.

"No way... she actually landed a clean hit!" whispered another.

Kin’emon approached, bowing slightly in my direction. "It would appear that Lady Y/N has now arrived," he said, his tone filled with admiration and respect.

Before I could respond, Sanji’s frantic voice came through the snail once more. "Let me talk to her! Please!"

Kin’emon moved to hand me the transponder snail, but before I could take it, the sharp crack of a gunshot filled the air. My body tensed.

Doflamingo emerged from the dust, walking toward us slowly, a twisted smirk on his face. "My, my, that kick nearly took me out. I’ve got to hand it to you, princess," he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "I’m liking this side of you."

I stood up, my heart burning with anger. "Doflamingo…" I muttered, my grip tightening around my blades.

"Y/N, wait!" Zoro called out, his voice filled with warning.

"Y/N!" Law rasped, barely able to speak, his voice weak but desperate. “Tell me what’s going on?!” Luffy’s voice echoed from the Colosseum

I stared down Doflamingo, my mind racing. The tension was thick in the air, and everything seemed to freeze for a moment. Doflamingo’s smirk deepened as he approached, his voice laced with cruel amusement. "Princess, I was told you were captured, bound like a helpless little bird. It seems my subordinates were mistaken."

I grinned defiantly, reaching into the waistband of my skirt and pulling out a small momento I’d taken from the thugs. "Maybe you should hire better help next time," I said, tossing it at him. It struck his chest, and he glanced down, his amusement flickering into irritation.

"So, you’ve got some fight in you after all," he said, his tone mockingly impressed. "I thought you’d be running by now."

I held my ground, my fingers tightening around the blades, the faint yellow light beginning to glow again. "I hear you’ve been looking for me," I said, my voice steady. "Well, here I am."

Before he could respond, Luffy’s shout rang out from behind the bars. "Hey, Mingo! You’re gonna pay for what you did to Traffy!"

Doflamingo turned slightly, glancing back at Luffy with a smirk. "Law? That little brat used to work for me," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Didn’t he tell you? Some ally you’ve got there."

My breath caught at his words, my gaze flickering to Law, who lay battered and barely conscious. But I couldn’t let this rattle me, not now.

Doflamingo’s attention snapped back to me, his grin widening. "Now, where were we? Ah yes... I was just about to capture you."

He moved forward, his fingers twitching as he prepared his strings. But I wasn’t about to let him think he had control. "Doffy," I said, smirking, "your subordinates—at least the one I knocked out—called you that. Funny, I thought you enjoyed the game of cat and mouse. What’s the fun in capturing me so easily?"

Doflamingo chuckled, clearly entertained by my defiance. "A game, is it? Alright, Princess, let’s play." His fingers twitched, strings flickering in the air. "But remember, I always win."

I clenched my blades tighter, the yellow light flaring to life. "We’ll see about that, Doflamingo. Let’s find out who’s really in control here."

I gritted my teeth, the glow from my blades flaring even brighter. "Kinemon, Zoro, get Traffy out of here!" I barked, my eyes locked on Doflamingo. I lifted my left leg, ready to dash toward him, determined to land a strike.

But just as my blade was about to meet its mark, I felt an immense force slam into my arm, redirecting my attack into the sky. "What the—?" I gasped, trying to react quickly, but the same weight crashed into me again, this time with enough force to send me flying into the Colosseum wall. The impact knocked the breath from my lungs, and blood dripped from the corner of my mouth as I slid down to the ground, stunned by the sudden assault.

"Y/N!" I heard Zoro shout, his voice full of alarm as he turned his attention toward me. The weight of everyone's gaze shifted to where I lay, struggling to get back on my feet, the air thick with tension. "Y/N!" Luffys voice cut through the chaos, a note of alarm piercing through as he turned his gaze toward me. For a brief, tense moment, it felt like time itself had slowed, all eyes converging on my injured form. "Are you alright?" Luffy’s voice, filled with concern, crackled through.

I struggled to rise, my body shaking with pain. "Yeah, Luffy, I’m okay," I managed to reply, though my voice was weak. "But what the hell was that technique?"

As I fought to regain my balance, I saw Zoro and Kinemon charging toward Doflamingo. "Pirate Hunter Zoro and Foxfire Kinemon," Doflamingo drawled, his tone mocking. "I also noticed that Momonosuke is unguarded aboard your ship." Kinemon’s face tightened at Doflamingo's words. "Don’t listen to that bastard! We would never let him take Momo," Zoro shouted, his anger palpable.

But before Zoro could strike, the blind man from before intervened, delivering a powerful blow that pinned him down. "Zoro!" I cried out, my heart sinking as the sight of him struggling to break free filled me with dread.

Doflamingo smirked, his eyes gleaming with malevolent amusement as he shifted his focus to Kinemon. With a swift, unexpected move, Doflamingo struck Kinemon, sending him crashing into the ground. "Kinemon!" I cried out, my voice trembling with urgency and frustration.

I struggled to push myself upright, clutching my sides where pain radiated. My grip on the blade tightened, the yellow light and electrical charge flaring brightly. "Hey, Doflamingo!" I called out, lifting my left leg. "Forget about them. This is our game."

Doflamingo’s attention snapped back to me, a cruel smirk spreading across his face. "Ah, my defiant princess," he drawled. "Your spirit is truly something to behold. Once I capture you, you’ll discover just how much fun I can have with someone as spirited as you."

"That’s what you think!" I retorted, gathering all my strength. I dashed toward him, using the momentum to leap into the air and aim a tremor kick at Doflamingo. But as I extended my right leg, it suddenly stopped in mid-air, restrained by an invisible force.

I gritted my teeth, trying to break free from the unseen grip. "What’s going on?" I shouted, my frustration mounting. Doflamingo’s laughter rang out as he floated up to my level, his presence imposing and taunting.

As I tried to attack with my right hand, still clutching the blade, another invisible force wrapped around my wrist, pulling it back. I struggled against the restraints, my heart pounding in my chest.

Doflamingo floated closer, his face mere inches from mine. His gaze was cold and calculating as he gently grasped my chin, forcing me to look directly at him. "So close, my princess. The power of the String-String Fruit is quite remarkable, wouldn’t you agree?" he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. "It allows me to control and manipulate anything I desire." Doflamingo’s smirk widened as he stared into my eyes, his malevolent gaze unwavering. Slowly, he moved his hands from my chin, trailing down to my neck. His touch was cold and commanding, the invisible strings still binding me tightly.

"Ah, such fire," he taunted, his fingers tightening around my throat just enough to remind me of his power. "You really are a fascinating specimen, Princess. The way you fight against the inevitable, it’s almost endearing."

He leaned in closer, his breath warm and disturbing against my skin. "You see, my strings can control everything from the smallest details to the most grandiose displays. And right now, you're tangled in my little game. You're not just my captive; you're my plaything."

I glared at him, the struggle evident in my eyes. "I’m not done yet," I said, my voice resolute despite the pain. "I won’t let you win."

Summoning the last of my strength, I quickly maneuvered my free hand, still clutching the blade. With a swift, decisive motion, I cut through the strong bindings constricting my right hand. The strings fell away, freeing my arm. Without hesitation, I moved to sever the bindings on my right leg, slicing through them with precision. As I fell from the sky, my body propelled downward by gravity, I saw Zoro emerging from the debris, his face filled with determination.

“I got you!” Zoro shouted as he dashed forward, managing to pull me from the perilous height. He caught me in mid-air, his grip firm and reassuring as he guided me safely to the ground.“Thank you, Zoro,” I said, still feeling the tremors of pain as I tried to stand.

Kinemon hurried over, his expression a mix of concern and disbelief. “What’s a navy admiral doing with Doflamingo?” he asked.

My eyes widened in shock. “You mean to tell me that blind man is a navy admiral?” I asked, the revelation hitting me hard.

“Kinemon, is Y/N okay?” Sanji’s voice crackled through the transponder snail, filled with worry.

“Hey Sanji,” I said, trying to stay calm despite the sharp pain. “I’m okay. Sorry for worrying you.”

“Y/N…” Sanji’s voice choked up, filled with worry, but before he could continue, a sharp, searing pain tore through my left shoulder. I cried out, dropping to my knees as the pain overwhelmed me.

“DAMN IT!” I shouted, gritting my teeth, fighting against the agony. I looked down and saw blood trickling from a fresh wound—a bullet had struck me.

Doflamingo’s mocking voice echoed through the chaos. “Ah, look at you, princess. Already on your knees for me,” he sneered, his voice dripping with cruel amusement.

My eyes shifted to where Doflamingo was now holding Law,standing behind the Navy Vice Admiral, a smug grin on his face . “Don’t you dare!” Kinemon shouted, his voice filled with fear and frustration.

I managed to stand, determination burning in my eyes. "If he wants to fight dirty, then fine," I muttered, sheathing my blades. My body still ached, and the sting in my left arm reminded me of the situation’s urgency. Turning towards Zoro, I locked eyes with him. "There’s been a slight change of plans," I said quietly, still clutching my injured arm.

Zoro's brows furrowed. "What change of plans?" His hand was already on his sword, sensing something wasn’t right.

"I’m going to let Doflamingo capture me here." I leaned in closer so only he could hear. “I didn’t expect the Navy Vice Admiral to be involved, which complicates things. But the original plan stays. Capturing me here will still keep the plan in motion."

"Like hell it will!" Zoro snapped, his voice low but brimming with frustration. His grip on his sword tightened as if ready to strike. "You're not doing this alone."

Before he could make a move, I had already stepped forward, forcing myself into the spotlight. "Trust me, Zoro. We don’t have a choice."

“Doflamingo!” I shouted, trying to keep my voice steady despite the pain. “I thought this was our game of cat and mouse. Are you scared already?”

Doflamingo’s grin widened, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement. “Princess, such bravado. I must admit, I enjoy this side of you. It makes the victory all the more satisfying.”

As Doflamingo held Law like a puppet, I clenched my left hand, activating the power of my ring. I leaped into the air, raising my right leg, ready to deliver a powerful tremor kick. But just as I was about to strike, the navy admiral used his power to halt my attack mid-air. I was slammed back to the ground, crashing heavily into the dirt.

“Y/N!” Zoro yelled, his voice full of desperation. “Hold on! I’m coming!”

I struggled to rise. The air around me grew heavy, and invisible strings began to wrap around my body, lifting me off the ground. Doflamingo’s laughter echoed around us, cold and mocking.

“Wake up, Sir Law! Lady Y/N, are you alright?” Kinemon shouted, his voice filled with panic.

“Are you kidding me!” Zoro shouted in frustration, his voice crackling with anger and fear.

Doflamingo’s voice carried a sinister edge as he spoke to Fujitora. “Let’s take this conversation back to the palace. There’s much to discuss, and I’m eager to see how this little game ends.”

As Doflamingo’s strings tightened around me, I came face to face with him once more. His grip was unyielding, the pressure making it hard to breathe. I met his gaze, and despite the pain, a smirk formed on my lips. “Phase 1 of the plan is complete,” I thought to myself as the world around me started to darken.

As I began to slip in and out of consciousness, the smirk on my face remained, a silent declaration of our progress.

Zoro, visibly frustrated, prepared to make another move. But before he could act, the navy forces readied their weapons, their presence creating an impenetrable barrier. Doflamingo’s laughter filled the air, mocking and cold. “Look at that,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. “It seems your friends are in quite the predicament, princess.”

I fought against the strings, trying to regain some control, but it was futile. Doflamingo stepped closer, his face twisted into a sinister grin. “I’m going to savor this. I plan to enjoy every moment of it.”

As I was lifted away, the last thing I heard was Kinemon’s determined voice cutting through the chaos. “Both Sir Law and Lady Y/N have been seized.” The words lingered in my mind as consciousness began to slip away, leaving me with a mix of defiance and resignation.

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wheretheharekissesthefox · 11 months

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Tav’s sex parade – Chapter 6: Reaching for the star (Astarion x Gale x Tav)

(Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, smut, threesome, anilingus, fellatio, anal sex, consensual blood drinking, gentle sex, PTSD responses, past non-con/rape)

Note: Astarion's PTSD gets triggered by a word that reminds him of the past which's described in another fic.

Astarion strutted into the living room with a smirk on his face. Gale had his back towards him, browsing through his many, many books on the shelves. The vampire spawn canted his hip to one side and held his head high haughtily, grinning with his fangs on full display.

"Hello, darling. You smell delicious tonight. How about you invite me for a bite?"

The wizard turned around, chuckling.

"At least, you asked first this time. Not like back then, on our way to Baldur's Gate, when you bit me in my sleep."

"That was vile," Astarion replied, wrinkling his nose. "You tasted like bile."

"That's what happens when you bite someone without consent who has a Netherese Orb stuck in their chest."

The vampire spawn pursed his lips and the wizard smirked at him.

"Gale?"

"How can I be of service, little star?"

Astarion's stomach dropped, he felt sick all of a sudden, and his head was spinning. In his mind, he saw her. Dead. Drained by Cazador.

Not this term of endearment, please, not this term of endearment.

"Astarion! Hey! Look at me! What did I do wrong?"

Someone touched him, tried to hold him. A man. The vampire spawn gasped in terror and scrambled away, babbling pleas of mercy.

"Astarion! It's me, Gale. Hey..."

The addressed blinked and found himself in a cowering heap on the floor with tears streaming down his face. And the man in front of him was no stranger. It was Gale. The wizard of Waterdeep. Astarion sobbed and fell into his arms and Gale shouted for Tav. The bard came running like she had a hoard of bloodhounds on her rear.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. We just talked, teased, and all of a sudden, he was a mess. He was panicking, fleeing from me, and pleading me not t– What's wrong with him?"

"I can't say. Something must have triggered him. What did you say?"

"I uhm... I don't remember exactly. I asked him if I could be of service and – oh..."

"What?"

"Little star."

Astarion sobbed.

"You called him that?"

"Yes. It's the meaning of his name after all, so, I thought – Well, it seems like it was a terrible idea."

"He killed her," Astarion muttered. "Cazador killed her."

Gale was confused. He didn't know what that meant, but Tav did. Sudden realisation dawned on her.

"Ooh... oh, no. Shit. That was bad luck, Gale."

"Huh?"

"Before he was turned, Astarion had a... a better half. Cazador killed her in front of his eyes as punishment. She has probably called him that."

The vampire spawn sniffed and pressed his face into Gale's neck.

"That's... gods... I'm so sorry, Astarion. Please, forgive me."

"For what?" mumbled the addressed. "You didn't know. Didn't know it would set me off. Hells, I didn't know it would. – This is so stupid."

"The mind's a fragile thing," Tav mused. "And when it's hurt, it's hurt. Slipping your control. The mind works in mysterious ways sometimes."

Gale hummed affirmatively while rubbing Astarion's shoulder blades in tiny circles. The vampire spawn took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of the wizard and his lavender-scented clothes. It was calming.

"How can we help you?" Gale asked.

"Hold me tight and love me," Astarion mumbled. "Take me apart and put me back together."

With Gale's and Tav's help, he made it to the bedroom.

"Are you certain you want to be intimate tonight?" the wizard probed, concerned. "I don't think it’ll help calm your emotional turmoil."

"I want it," the vampire spawn nodded. "Please, I need to be touched, to feel loved."

"Anything for you, love," Tav replied und kissed him.

Astarion moaned like a starving man. He'd climb inside her if he could, fuse with her into one. The human bard helped him strip and then, she doffed her own shirt and trousers. In her underpants, Tav sat up against the headboard, pulled Astarion against her chest, and wrapped her arms around him.

"Alright?" she asked, kissing his neck.

"Mmh, yes," the vampire spawn sighed.

Gale crawled closer and situated himself between Astarion's long, skinny legs. He was still fully dressed and it didn't seem like he desired to take his clothes off.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked and the vampire spawn nodded.

The wizard kissed him gently and Astarion sighed again. Of all the hundreds of men he'd kissed in his long life, Gale was the one with the softest lips.

"Can I touch you?"

"Please," Astarion whispered. "Please do. Anywhere."

Gale laid down and left a trail of kisses from Astarion's navel to his pubic mound. Like all elves, he was hairless everywhere except on his head.

"Uhm... I haven't done this with a man since I was a teenager. Apologies if it'll feel bad."

All of Astarion's alarm bells went off in his head and he had to clarify: "You've done this to a man when you were a kid?"

"No, we were almost the same age. I guess I phrased it unfortunately."

The vampire spawn took a breath and dropped the tension in his body. Gale seemed to wrestle with himself for a minute, lost in thoughts and definitely overthinking everything. Then, he licked the tip of Astarion's member. The latter gasped and Gale immediately looked up at him in concern.

"It's the heat," Tav explained helpfully. "We run much hotter than vampires."

"Aah, I see... fascinating. One day, we must explore the differences. Surely, there's a scientific explanation for –" The wizard stopped his rambling and cleared his throat. "Apologies. How rude of me to talk instead of giving you pleasure."

He bent down to run his tongue along Astarion's length, coating it in spit all over. The vampire spawn gasped and moaned, trying his damn best to keep his hips still. One of his hands grasped Tav's knee while the other sunk into Gale's long hair. The latter tensed.

"I won't push you down," Astarion promised. "I just need to feel you."

"Alright," said the wizard and wrapped a hand around him, his sweaty palm betraying the nervousness his face could conceal, and started to stroke. Astarion moaned, leaning his head onto Tav's broad shoulder. It felt good, so good. The bard kissed his neck and held him in her arms, caressing his ribcage with her thumbs, while Gale kept licking him. The latter was a quick learner and picked up on the vampire spawn's likings. That he shuddered and moaned every time Gale's fingers pulled down the foreskin, for example. The high-pitched sound he made when the wizard licked over the exposed glans.

"You're tongue truly is practiced," Astarion panted. "I'm glad you - mmh... you're demonstrating your - ah! - talent."

Gale hummed agreeingly, the vibration of it zapping through the vampire spawn like lightning.

"Oh! Gods!" Astarion's hips jerked. "I'm going to -"

He shouted when Gale licked over the glans again and climaxed. The wizard spat out the semen that got into his mouth.

"Ugh! Disgusting!" Then, he looked up sheepishly. "Apologies."

"No, no, I get it," appeased Astarion. "No hard feelings. Come here."

He outstretched his arms towards Gale and, when the latter leaned in, kissed him passionately.

"Mmh, thank you. That was amazing," he sighed blissfully.

Gale smiled at him, a bit nervously.

"Really?"

"Yes, darling."

The wizard flopped sideways over Astarion's and Tav's legs onto the bed with a stupid grin on his face. Absentmindedly, he stroked the vampire spawn's thigh, and Tav started to hum one of her new songs. The trio dwelled in the silence for a while and let Astarion recover from his orgasm. Then, the latter lolled his head around to look at Gale.

"I want to suck you off."

"You don't need to repay me," the wizard muttered, blushing.

"I know, but I want to do it," the vampire spawn replied.

"Uhm, alright..."

Bashfully, Gale started to strip. There was no reason for him to hide his body, but Astarion understood that certain insecurities and fears ran much deeper than the eyes could see.

The wizard hesitated before he reached for the waistband of his underpants and dropped them to the floor. He fidgeted, visibly embarrassed. Astarion had mercy on him.

"Come here, darling. Let me make you feel good."

Gale complied and sat down on the bed. Tav loosened her arms around the vampire spawn, but didn't move from her spot.

"Gale? How about I hold you too?" she suggested and the addressed looked at her surprised.

"That would be... nice, but I'm much heavier than Astarion."

"And? I won't break, if that's your concern. Have you seen me?"

At that, Gale smiled.

"I've most positively seen you, my dear, and you're rivalling goddesses. And trust me when I say; I know what I'm talking about."

The wizard winked at her smugly, and Tav laughed amused. Then, she beckoned him closer and Gale leaned against her chest carefully. His torso was longer than hers, thus, he basically dwarfed her.

"I don't think this works," he said.

"Oh, it will," grinned Astarion and, with one fierce yank of the legs, pulled Gale downwards. The latter squeaked in surprise as he slid halfway down Tav's front and ended up with his legs on Astarion's shoulders. The vampire spawn grinned devilishly.

"Look at you, darling. Bent in half like a pretzel. I didn't know you were quite so flexible."

Gale turned crimson and, since he had nowhere to run, tried to hide his face behind his hands. Astarion laughed gleefully and kissed him breathless.

"Let me give you pleasure," he whispered against Gale's lips. "I want to hear you scream my name."

"I don't scream."

"But I can surely try to get you to do so," Astarion purred before nosing his way towards Gale's manhood. He licked his member, then his balls, and the wizard's breath hitched. Astarion wasted no more time and swallowed him down. A nice mouthful, as he noted rather pleased. Gale gasped at the coolth of Astarion's mouth, and started to pant and squirm. With a smirk, Tav kissed his neck and ran her hands down his arms. The wizard trembled. Astarion stayed in the presence, focusing on his task, instead of hiding away in his head. While he worked Gale's length with his mouth and right hand, he rolled his partner's balls with the other. Slowly, he traced a finger down the wizard's perineum to his hole.

"No," Gale panted. "Not there."

Astarion hummed and pulled his hand away immediately. He respected other people's boundaries. His own had been violated often enough to know how daunting it was.

Instead, the vampire spawn place the hand on the outside of Gale's thigh while continuing to pleasure him with his mouth. The wizard moaned lowly and placed his hand on top of Astarion's while he clutched Tav's biceps with the other.

"Astarion," he warned, but the addressed simply hummed and kept going. Gale's breath hitched and his body tensed as he came. The vampire spawn swallowed the load and concluded that he like the taste of Gale much better than Halsin's. It was less pungent, less... animalistic, but almost slightly sweet instead. He swallowed again, lifted his head up, and licked his lips with a moan.

"Oh, Gods," groaned Gale as he looked at him, dazed and still drunk on his orgasm. "You're so –"

He grabbed Astarion's shoulder to pull him into a sloppy kiss. He was still panting and his legs were still shaking a little. The vampire spawn licked into Gale's mouth with a moan. He felt blissful.

"Good?" he asked.

"The understatement of the century," Gale panted, eyes at half-mast. "Thank you, I had a most excellent time."

"Don't talk like it was a business transaction," snickered Astarion and bumped their noses together.

"Apologies. It's been a while."

Tav frowned, but didn't say anything. It made the vampire spawn giggle.

"Seems like our darling bard doesn't suck dick enough."

"He didn't let me!" she defended herself. "I gladly would have!"

"It's true," Gale came to her rescue. "I thought it would be - hm - weird, but it was rather nice."

"'Rather nice'?" Astarion gasped in mock offence. "How dare you! I have more than two hundred years of experience. Don't talk about a professional like that!"

"Apologies," chuckled Gale, blushing a bit.

"Now, now," said the vampire spawn while petting the wizard's knee. "You can redeem yourself later."

"I don't know about you, but I'm spent."

"Nothing a little magic can't fix, I wager," Astarion said and kissed him again, before he bent upwards to kiss Tav as well. She looked at him, stroking his jaw.

"What else do you want tonight, Astarion?"

"Make me feel loved," he answered and Tav knew exactly what he meant.

After detangling herself from Gale and giving him a peck, the bard crawled over to Astarion and started kissing him everywhere. That's what he loved most; being kissed, licked, and caressed from head to toe. Gale watched in fascination as Tav made the vampire spawn lose himself in ecstasy. After going up and down the front of his body, Astarion turned around and let her repeat the treatment there. Tav spent some extra time with his scars, being especially gentle, and humming a soothing melody. Astarion felt warm all over, happy and peaceful. He moaned shamelessly to let the love of his life know how much she pleased him.

Gale almost forgot to breathe while he watched as the vampire spawn lifted his buttocks and Tav licked him there too without hesitation. Astarion mewled, pleading for her to go deeper, for fingers, and for even more. It made the wizard dizzy and he felt his manhood stir.

"I want – I want to put my mouth on you again," the vampire spawn panted and Gale nodded eagerly.

Tav sat up and caressed Astarion's thighs before he crawled towards the wizard who leaned back and spread his legs willingly. The vampire spawn started to lick him again, giving Gale a similar treatment he'd given Astarion. Tav continued to eat the vampire spawn out and hit his prostate with her fingers. Astarion moaned and stopped what he was doing. Instead, he leaned his head against Gale's hipbone and panted right against his erection. The wizard hissed at the coolth of Astarion's breath, but it felt nice nonetheless. The vampire spawn came with a long, loud guttural moan, spilling all over the bedsheets and his abdomen. Tav retreated, panting, and looked smug. The vampire spawn turned in Gale's lap to look at him, eyes glazed over and at half half-mast.

"Darling... Gale, I want you inside me. Please."

The wizard shivered under the intense gaze.

"I... I don't know if I'm any good," he admitted.

Astarion barked an amused laugh.

"No matter how bad you are, I had much, much worse. Trust me."

"How do you know?" asked Gale, insecure.

"Because there's nothing that feels worse than rape."

The words hit the wizard like a bucket of ice.

"No... No, he didn't –"

"He did. But that's in the past. Now, please, take me."

Gale couldn't resist these sweet words and leaned down to kiss the other man and muttered: "How do you want me?"

"On your back."

The wizard went willingly, laying down on the mattress, and gave Astarion control over the situation. Wordlessly, Tav handed the vampire spawn the vial of oil and sat back to watch. Astarion covered Gale's erection with the lubricant quickly, before straddling and sinking down on him. He threw his head back with a moan while the wizard gritted his teeth to bite back a loud groan. Astarion felt cool and tight around him – he should have expected it – but it still felt amazing. The vampire spawn looked down at him, placed his hands on Gale's chest and started to move. The wizard's hands shot up to hold onto Astarion's slim waist.

"Gods..." he groaned, trying his best to keep his eyes open.

"You - feel - so - good. Mmh!" Astarion circled his hips and grounded them into Gale's lap. "I want to taste you, now that the orb's gone. Please."

Gale had no idea what came over him, but he suddenly wanted to be bitten.

"Yes, do it," he panted and tilted his head to the side.

Astarion moaned and leaned closer, changing the angle in the process. He licked the wizard's neck, took a deep breath, and when he buried his teeth in him, Gale came with a shout.

"Ooh..." the wizard moaned as his eyes rolled back in his head. He'd never experienced anything like this before. Astarion groaned as he drank Gale's blood and stroke his clean-shaven jaw. The latter trembled with the force of his orgasm. Astarion drew back and sat up, panting and with bloodied teeth, a slight tint coloured his pale cheeks. He looked wild and powerful as he pleaded: "More! I want more. Fill me up, please!"

The vampire spawn knew his request was stupid and unrealistic, but the words were out before he could keep them in.

Gale mumbled some ancient words and Astarion, in disbelief, felt him grow hard again inside him. The vampire spawn shuddered in pleasure.

"Oh... yes.... yes! Gale, please!"

The wizard gritted his teeth and rolled his hips up, bouncing Astarion in his lap. The latter moaned blissfully, he could feel saliva drip down his chin, but he couldn't stop himself from drooling. He'd quit babbling pleas, panting open-mouthed instead. He was so close to another orgasm. And then, Gale threw his head back with a low moan, and came again. Astarion felt the gush of hot seeds flooding his cool body a second time and he mewled. The wizard kept coming – and coming. The vampire spawn sobbed and shook with the intensity of the feeling as he climaxed. He collapsed onto Gale's chest, not able to stop moaning. For a while, the men just lay there and tried to catch their breath.

"What - what did you do?" Astarion groaned.

Blushing, Gale slung an arm over his face to hide as he explained, still panting: "It's a mating ritual spell, meant to - to heightened the chances for a pregnancy."

Astarion, thanks to the ingested blood, turned crimson.

When his mind felt less like scrambled eggs, he muttered: "Tav? Darling?"

"Hm?" came the answer from the foot of the bed.

"Do you need something? We didn't pay you any attention."

Tav smiled at Astarion's worries, replying: "No, I'm fine. Tonight was about you, and seeing you and Gale lost in pleasure's enough for me. You're beautiful together."

Slightly bashful, Astarion turned his face and hid it in Gale's chest. The latter sighed and wrapped his arms around him.

"This was lovely, but now, I'm sated for the next couple of weeks."

Astarion snickered and Tav grinned at the wizard's words. The bard flopped down next to them, fully content, and let her gaze wander over her two entangle, blissed-out lovers. She stretched her stiff limbs with a smile and dwelled with Astarion and Gale for the rest of the night.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #fanfic #astarion x gale x tav #astarion #astarion ancunin #gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #tav #smut #mind the trigger warning

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l-lend · 2 years

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Hello! I was wondering if I could request The Bad Batch Crosshair x fem!reader and the following needing comfort prompts for Crosshair:

“This is stupid--I’m stupid.”

“I-- please, help.”

“I can’t breathe, I don’t know what to do-- I can’t--“

"Am I really worth it?"

Like Crosshair is struggling with his feelings for the reader and they go on a mission and it goes wrong somehow and reader is trying to help him? I'm alright with lots of angst as long as there's light at the end of the tunnel 😅

Alrighty, I hit 2 out of the 4 quotes, but hopefully you enjoy this. I took a bit of liberty with the kind of mission as well. Anyway, here we go.

Warning(s): angst, descriptions of the ugly side of war and combat

“CT-9904”

The lithe clone glanced to his supervisor. His helmet concealing his boredom only presenting an expressionless gaze.

“Scout ahead and see if you can get eyes on the insurgent camp.”

He wordlessly plucked up his rifle. A bag of supplies already slung along his back.

“Take the medic with you. We'll fall back to your over watch position once we're done.”

The sniper never slowed his strides, but the footsteps trailing behind him was all the reassurance he needed. The usual stations for the squad during deployment. So much so that the medic was deemed his unofficial battle buddy during those long stretches of staring down a scope. Two of her strides equated to one of his. This proved to be bothersome during longer hikes, yet the medic adjusted her pace.

“Head still bothering you?” She asked once the pair were out of earshot.

The sniper gave a grunt.

“I know your eyes bother you some times. I can keep watch if you needed some down time.”

No response.

They traversed the terrain in near silence. The crunch of foliage underfoot being the only reassurance that the medic did not fall behind.

“Not much further.” The clone trooper announced through the modulator of his helmet.

The over watch position was mostly shrouded in shrubs and brush. The trooper dumped his bag on the forest floor to take up his prone post. The medic remained near the tree line and began setting up her casualty collection point in case troopers returned with any injuries.

She huffed a sigh as she doffed her TK helmet. The armor doing nothing but trap the heat and sweat to her form. The label within the helmet's brim listing her designation, TK - 0410, doing its worst at rubbing against her skin. Thankfully not yet breaking the skin.

Her gaze fell to the sniper.

“9904?”

Her only answer was the adjusting of his rifle.

“I'm..kinda glad you got assigned to us again.”

“Your squad mates not giving you enough to do?”

“Oh no, nothing like that. I just...it's nice to see that you were okay after your last mission.”

A huffed whispered past the sniper's lips. A hollow pang gripped his chest. A sensation that was a familiar prick to remind him that a mission had not claimed him just yet. Their comm links squawked to life.

“Alpha in position.” One team leader stated.

A smile tugged at her lips.

“Show time.” She murmured, flipping open her pack to keep her bacta patches within reach.

“Copy.” The sniper replied, lowering his range finder.

“Bravo moving.” stated another TK's voice over comms.

The pair on over watch waited in silence until the first explosion sounded. Smoke billowed up from the foliage giving away the teams' positions. Another rumble sounded in the distance.

Their comms roared with garbled traffic. Both team leaders seemingly stepping on and scrambling over each other. All information slurring together to fuse into one message: help.

“9904, 0410, switch to alternate channel.” barked the squad leader.

The medic's features creased. Why of all the times of radio silence why was it now appropriate to switch channels now. Her fingers fussed with internal knob in your helmet soon finding the frequency.

“0410 checking in.”

“9904 checking in.”

“Continue mission and push into the insurgent camp. Alpha and bravo will continue with the feint.”

Her heart dropped into her stomach. These were your comrades. You trained most if not all of them in first aid. Something that would not do any good if they were now gnashed meat in the forest.

She snatched up her bag and made a path for the smoke pillar. Something held her back after only a couple of steps.

“Let go.”

“This isn't your part to play,” He drawled, “We're finishing the mission.”

She jerked her arm free, “Fuck the mission those troopers need help.”

The glare you leveled at him could have easily melted durasteel. In that brief connection, something within the sniper snapped as his hand returned limply to his side.

“You care for them.”

“You damn right I do.”

No words uttered after that. The comms static maintaining a steady hum. Her gaze set in a hard line. That same gaze he had seen before but in different faces. He sighed.

“Be quick then we're back on mission.”

It was a small miracle she did not lose her footing as the pair descended into the fray. The stench of burning plastoid and bio brought bile rising from her stomach the closer they trekked to the smoke pillar. A groan from the shrubs announced her first patient.

“I - -please, help.”

Muscle memory from hours of training allowed her mind to wander. The faint hint of bacta hit the air, however once the patch was smoothed on, the trooper was still. The medic's brain and fingers scrambling.

“No, no, no. Come on.” She prayed, gloves stained crimson with each attempt at getting a pulse.

The sniper studied her. A weight sitting heavy in his chest as her efforts grew more futile.

“He's gone.”

“No he's not. I can still save 'im.”

A rough modulated exhale eased from his throat as his facade cracked. He flicked over the previous channel. Static reigned.

The medic's hands stilled; Her breaths coming out in haggard rasps. A vice in her chest tightening.

“I can't breathe,” Her visor locked on her stained hands, “I don't know what to do- - I can't - -”

His movements were swift. Helmet met the ground with a dull thud. His slender digits hooking under the lip of her own helmet. Their eyes met. His tone measured.

“We're moving out. Now.”

The medic straightened up as soon as his fingers retreated. She attempted to read his expression, but he was quick to shroud himself in his helmet once more.

The silence that was once welcomed between them now made the sniper's skin prickle and itch. This had to be part of the plan. Then, why was it a surprise to the team leaders? They were panicked. Was this what Commander Cody meant about living with decisions?

The pair picked up their pace heading deeper into the foliage.

“9904,” She spoke up, “We're...not going towards the objective?”

“Crosshair.”

“Wha-”

“My name,” He replied without turning back.

The corners of her mouth curled.

“Well, where are we heading, Crosshair?”

“Anywhere but here unless you want to join the fodder.”

His arm abruptly shot out capturing her as he inched them behind a large tree. His gaze trained on the edge of a clearing. A tense eternity stretched as they remained hidden. His fingers wrapped around her wrist. It may have been a nervous tic or perhaps a mute signal, but his trigger finger ghosted along her wrist. The digit gracing her pulse.

“Stay close.”

#crosshair x reader #tbb crosshair #medic reader #tk trooper reader

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stoopystuppy · 1 year

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HI! Is it too much to ask for a small Dukesaw drawing? I just really love your art style and I wanna see them in it.

You don't have too if you don't want to.

what do you mean this isn't what happened /j

#heathers the musical #kinda the movie too #heathers #veronica sawyer #heather duke #dukesaw #YIPPIE DUKESAW #i just wanna draw my girl in red #the downside in my design for vero is that her hair's too short 😭#its ok at least she looks gener #dof replies #art request #ask

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asmodeus-fallen-principality · 10 months

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favorite story about Samael?

First of all, my dear, do forgive me for leaving your message unanswered for all these months. There are so many stories, and it's hard to pick just one.

Back in... I'd like to say the 15th century, in Venice, I was attending a masquerade during the Carnival season.

Those events always made for good reports for Downstairs - I'd merely write down an observation of all the wild indulgences the people would partake in, tell Hell I orchestrated it all, and sleep through Lent. Easy as can be.

Well, one year, I spotted a familiar shock of red hair in the crowd. It couldn't be, I'd thought. But I went over to strike up conversation, and it was.

Now, the whole point of a masquerade is the anonymity, or at least the facade of anonymity. So I thought to myself, oh, we'll have plausible deniability if anybody catches us. I didn't know there was an angel under that mask. He couldn't have known it was me. So sorry, it won't happen again.

I went up and introduced myself as if we had never met, and Samael smiled that cheeky smile of his and did the same. And we had a lovely time, until-

Dear reader, if you know me by now, you'll know that I can't help but flirt a little when I think I can get away with it. And I'd had a fair bit to drink, and it was dark, and we were wearing masks, and I truly thought that this might be my only chance to hint that I cared for him, and get away scot-free.

Anyway. I don't remember what I said, but I will never forget the expression on Samael's face when he whipped his mask off and said, all in a tizzy, "Mo, I'm sorry, it's me, you know it's me, right?!"

Dear reader, Samael was under the impression that I'd had absolutely no idea it was him all evening. He thought I'd be furious when I found out that it was him I'd been chatting up all evening. Which I was, but only because he'd blown our cover!

You had to have seen what he was wearing. No, darling, I'd never have guessed that the slender fellow with beautiful red hair dressed to the nines in angel-themed regalia was you. I knew several humans who were pretending their real wings were part of their costumes, actually. Bless me.

"Mo, it's me!" He was so earnest, poor little sweetheart. Well, I certainly know now, I'd crossly replied, gesturing to his doffed mask, and we avoided eye contact for the rest of the evening. And the rest of the decade.

It's hilarious in hindsight.

#asmodeus answers #have i told this story before? i cannot remember

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dalgursbate · 7 months

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make a mess, lioness (1/1)

Summary:

It's much easier to get the upper hand in a negotiation when you're the one on top. Or, Tav reads Raphael's diaries.

WC: 3,173 Pairing: Raphael/Tav Rating: E

Raphael knows how to wait.

The most intoxicating sins are those left to ferment, after all, to grow sweet with the flavor of futile remorse.

He smirks as he watches her leave, trailed after by her little party of yapping dogs. What pity that a soul as ripe as hers keeps such underwhelming company. In his mind, he is already rewriting their witless objections to his deal in verse: Oh, please, mistress Tav, how we beg you not sign – it’s the fate of your soul and the world on the line!

But she, oh, she is clever. Raphael knows she is. Clever enough to return to him, pen in hand, to take his deal and seal his destiny as the Archdevil Supreme of the Nine Hells. The mere thought of it is enough to make his toes curl.

Once he has the Crown of Karsus in hand, he thinks he will dine with her. For a mortal, he finds her to be surprisingly… tolerable. Perhaps she might even have a tale interesting enough to be worthy of his impeccable authorship. The smile on his face stretches a little wider.

Yes, right up until the end of the world, he will wait for her return. The quick sparrow may be able to fill its belly, but the patient cat will still catch it.

Raphael has never been so happy to be proven right as he watches Tav cross the threshold into his room once again, naught but two nights later. He is especially pleased to see that she has arrived alone. The little sorcerer has doffed her armor, electing instead for a tight outfit that boasts a rather plunging neckline. Clearly she is intending to talk, then, rather than fight. How utterly delicious .

He wonders if perhaps she had come prepared to enjoy the services of Sharess’ Caress, given the amount of smooth, dark skin she has left on display. Whatever the reason, Raphael finds he can’t complain. He is simply too delighted at how quickly she has succumbed to the temptation of his offer.

He smiles at her in the only way he knows how – devilishly.

“Ah,” Raphael sighs indulgently, “The curtains have drawn, but which play shall we stage?” The lyric dances off his tongue, and he finds himself repressing the urge to circle her like prey. “The one where the bird flies, or stays in its cage?”

“Cute,” she replies, unimpressed (feigning it, obviously), and as he watches her he sees the effort she has clearly put into her appearance tonight: hair neatly pulled back and a subtle black pigment smudged artfully around her eyes. Lips especially glossy. Part of him hopes that the foolish little girl has dolled herself up on his behalf, rather than for an evening of pleasure in the brothel he has made his office; how easy it would be, then, to persuade her to sign. Tav continues, “how long did you spend practicing that, exactly?”

“Little mouse, with you, the rhymes simply jump off my lips,” Raphael says easily, gesturing smoothly with one arm as he does so. “Do tell, have you finally been made to see reason?”

“Oh, I certainly have,” Tav replies, smirking, and she takes a deliberate step forward. Interesting, he thinks, that she seems so cocky. Interesting and annoying. “And I’m ready for you to give me the Orphic Hammer.”

“Marvelous,” Raphael says, and claps once. “I always knew you were clever. Then let us skip straight to dessert, shall we? All I require is your signature.”

“Hmm,” Tav hums in faux consideration, that infuriating smirk still gracing her lips. She clasps her hands behind her back and takes another, swaying slightly as she steps forward, moving toward him in a teasing, girlish manner. “No, I don’t think I’ll be signing anything, actually.”

“Hah!” Raphael barks a laugh, his good mood quickly becoming replaced by irritation. “Don’t tell me you think you’re going to fight me for it?” He expected more from her.

“Don’t be foolish. Of course not,” Tav says, voice playful and condescending as though she knows something that Raphael does not. She continues moving toward him, slowly, deliberately, looking for all the world as though she lacks any sort of fear or respect for the devil in front of her.

When she is about a foot away from him, Raphael finally smells it.

“You little rat, you reek of the House of Hope!” He snarls, his face contorting quickly into a mask of anger and loathing. The pieces slide into place for him, and he goes from irritated to livid in a single moment. “What, did you steal it and come here to mock me, you contemptible little wretch? Surely even you wouldn’t be so stup–”

Tav interrupts him with a finger to his lips, and he silences himself in surprise. He hadn’t realized that she had gotten so close to him, standing only a scant few inches away.

“No, why on earth would I do that?” Tav asks, still grinning despite Raphael’s blatant fury. She drops her hand, moving it to rest on his chest, and leans forward, her breath ghosting his ear. “I would much rather have you beg for the privilege of giving it to me,” she whispers.

“I–you–why,” Raphael splutters, and he suspects his face might be beginning to turn purple. “What in the Hells do you mean by that? Just what did you take from me?”

“Nothing, Raphael,” Tav laughs against his ear. The feeling of her hot breath tickling the skin of his neck sends a shiver of disgust through him, and his vision almost goes white with rage. “But I did read your diary.”

“You–you read–I,” his brain takes a second to catch up to his mouth, the words tripping over his tongue clumsily in a manner unbefitting of his station. He pauses long enough to breathe and consider her words. So she had read his diary? That alone was reason enough to burn her into an ash so fine it could be used as planting soil, but he still didn’t understand. “And, what, you think you can blackmail me?” Raphael asks, huffing a scoff laced with antipathy. “Nice try, little mouse.”

“Can you really not tell?” Tav pulls back to stare at him incredulously. Then, her face shifts again and she is looking at him from under her lashes, eyes half-closed and smirk once more on her face. “No, I think I can seduce you.” The hand on his chest shifts so that she can trail one finger slowly down his doublet.

Once more, Raphael laughs, and finds his anger dissipating somewhat as he realizes he still has control of the situation. My, she really is foolish. But, he has to know, “What, exactly, makes you think this idiotic plan will work?”

“So many of your entries were about me, Raphael,” Tav smiles sweetly, almost pityingly, and Raphael has to smother the snarl that longs to return to his lips. “ Never have I been so attracted to a mortal,” she recites, quirking an eyebrow.

“I didn’t mean it like that, you imbecilic creature!”

“Gods, it was chock full of words like ‘quiver,’ ‘squirm,’ ‘writhe,’” she continues as though he hadn’t spoken. Her obvious amusement makes him long to throttle her, to silence the inane drivel that is pouring out of her mouth. But she just keeps talking. “Mentions of tastes to savor,” she purrs, before snorting, and he decides that he is going to kill her as slowly as possible, actually. “Raphael, there were metaphorical references to sperm. Dreams about me, even. I’m flattered, really, that you want to be the one to rescue me.”

She pauses then, to look at him with genuine curiosity. “Or did you not realize how badly you want me?”

“You think very highly of yourself, mortal. As though I would ever deign to bed you.” Raphael is shaking now, spitting out the words through gritted teeth, practically apoplectic and barely managing to stop from launching himself at the girl.

“Oh?�� Tav asks, and leans back toward his ear. “Then why haven’t you pushed me away yet?” And the fingers dragging over his chest continue their path down his stomach, dipping ever lower until the tips of them reach the hem of his trousers and push just underneath, brushing against his abdomen.

“I–” Raphael starts, before realizing that he doesn’t actually have an answer for that. He frantically searches his mind for a justification, for anything that explains why he is letting her touch him like this.

Tav curls her fingers to scrape her nails lightly over his skin, teasing him, and raises her eyebrows in an insulting mimicry of innocence. “If you want me to stop, I will.”

By the Hells, why can’t he make himself say anything? Why is he not putting an end to this? Raphael swears that he will stop at nothing to claim her soul so he can punish her for this indignity for all eternity.

Her deft fingers unbutton him. “I need an answer, Raphael. Do you want me to stop?” He is horrified to feel himself growing hard as Tav runs her fingers along the waistband of his smallclothes.

Make that two eternities.

“No, damn you,” Raphael hisses, and then swears as she cups him through his briefs.

“Good boy,” Tav smiles, and Raphael thinks he would have preferred it if she had just killed him. That would have been less humiliating than the way a shiver runs through him at her words. And then he thinks of almost nothing at all as she pushes his clothes down his thighs just far enough to wrap her hand around him.

The drag of her fingers up and down his shaft is light, teasing, enough to drive him mad but not enough to offer any satisfaction. He distantly hears somebody whimper and the blood rushes to his face as he realizes it was him.

He does not have time to dwell on it, because Tav is lowering to her knees, smiling up at him while her lashes flutter prettily, and oh . Yes, Raphael likes the sight of that. Likes it so much his heart pounds with it. Likes it so much his cock twitches in her hand.

Tav grins triumphantly, but mercifully says nothing before licking slowly up the length of him. She runs her tongue over the tip, circling, before sucking it into her mouth. Raphael’s hand moves to her hair without his permission, and he finds himself tangling his fingers in her updo. He does not push, just enjoys the feeling of her soft tresses against his fingertips. For an absurd, repulsive moment he longs to card them through the strands, wants to pet her like some beloved cat.

She continues to tease him, alternating between sucking on the head of his cock and showering his shaft with little licks and kisses. Impatient as he to feel her hot, wet mouth engulf his cock, the sight of her like this — lavishing attention on him in an almost adoring manner, eyes closed and long lashes fanning out over her cheeks — is breathtaking.

Maybe, Raphael thinks, he will not torture her for eternities after all. It seems there may yet be better reasons to keep her soul.

Then, Tav opens her eyes to meet his, bright with mischief, and sucks him down to the base. Raphael curses, hand fisting in her hair, and at the roughness of it she lets out a little moan that he can feel, Gods.

His hips buck inadvertently, and Tav just takes it, so good and so perfect, and as his grip on her hair loosens she begins bobbing her head up and down in earnest.

Hells, he is not going to last long.

Tav must realize that too, because she pulls off and leaves him bereft, the cool air of the room brisk against his damp skin.

“Would you like me to ride you?” she asks, as though it is merely an innocent question and not, Raphael thinks, possibly the only thing he is ever going to want for the rest of his life. This stupid, clever sorcerer, and her stupid, perfect mouth. Her stupid righteousness and the stupid, innate magic that emanates off of her impressively. And stupid, stupid him, for letting himself become her gods damned fool without even realizing it.

“Yes,” he bites out, and tells himself it sounds more authoritative than desperate.

“Strip, and get on the bed, then.”

Raphael does, quickly, and by the time he is lying flat on his back, head propped up by the pile of plush pillows, he sees that she has removed her clothing as well. And dignity be damned, because he cannot help how gorgeous he finds her. How his eyes rake hungrily over her perky breasts and the dark, hardened points of her nipples, over the taut musculature of her powerful body, over the delicious curve of her shapely ass.

Tav allows him to stare at her for a moment before she approaches him. She gets on top of him in a smooth, practiced motion, and uses a hand to position the tip of his cock at her entrance.

Gods, she is so very wet .

Raphael takes some solace in the fact that his unseemly lust is apparently reciprocated, before he begins to grow impatient as Tav remains still above him.

“Well?” he asks, petulant.

Tav shifts her hips then, rubbing him along the slick heat of her. Teasing her clit with the head. She throws her head back for a moment with a gasp before returning her gaze to him. The look in her eyes is very serious, even as she bites her lip and uses him to pleasure herself.

“You know what I want.”

“You can’t be serious,” Raphael protests, because she can’t . The little tramp can’t do this to him. He will not allow it.

“Oh, but I am. Give me the Orphic Hammer, and I will ride you so filthily they will have to invent a tenth hell,” and Raphael can’t do anything but close his eyes and groan at the mental image that conjures. He takes a deep breath to calm himself, opening his eyes and leveling her with a glare.

“No.”

“Okay,” Tav says simply, shrugging a little, and begins to climb off of him. Raphael’s hand fly to her hips, instinctively trying to drag her back onto him.

“Wait, wait–”

Tav merely raises a single eyebrow and continues to pull away. “It’s really quite simple, Raphael. If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to give me the Hammer.”

“I–” Raphael starts, and curses her internally. Who knew the little mouse would play so very dirty? He thinks that underestimating her might just be the gravest mistake he’s ever made. “Fine, fine, just get back here.”

She doesn’t. A slow smile grows on her lips. “So, just to be clear of the terms here, you’ll give me the Hammer if I bounce up and down on your cock?”

Must she be so crass? It is extremely distracting. “Fuck, Gods, yes, just come here, you blasted tease.” Somehow, he is even more ashamed of himself for being brought so low as to swear aloud than he is for giving up his precious bargaining chip.

Tav returns to her position above him, and once more he can feel the warm, wet promise of her dripping cunt against the head of his cock. She braces herself with one arm to the side of his head, and he thinks that finally, finally she will fulfill her end their contract.

But she doesn’t, leaning down to brush a feather-light kiss against his lips instead. Something in his chest tightens.

“Say please,” she whispers against his mouth.

Raphael is going to have an aneurysm.

“Please,” he begs, and Tav takes enough mercy on him to finally sink down, slowly, onto his cock. He cries out at the feel of her, how gloriously tight she is. The walls of her sex flutter around him as he stretches her out, and he takes a moment to be thankful that all she wants is the Hammer. Raphael does not think he would be able to deny her anything right now.

As she seats herself against him, Raphael’s hands flex where they still grasp her hips.

Tav kisses him again, like she means it this time, deep and passionate and filthy. Raphael moans into her mouth, helpless to do anything but kiss her back. Later, he will seriously need to figure out who, exactly, this woman is and what it is that makes her so special. But for now, he cannot even string together a semi-coherent thought.

Tav ends the kiss and pulls away to begin riding him, slowly at first and then in earnest. She plants her hands on his chest, nails digging into his skin as she angles her hips so that he slams into the most sensitive parts of her. She throws her head back as sweet, plaintive moans erupt from her throat, and Raphael wonders if he could craft a spell that might allow him to capture those sounds in a bottle so he can drink them in forever.

Raphael can sense his release building, quickly, and he wants to tell her to slow down, wants her to let him savor this for as long as possible, but the pace she sets is brutal and unforgiving and too, too good. His orgasm washes over him and he cries out, shuddering as Tav squeezes rhythmically to milk as much spend from his cock as possible.

Tav climbs off of him once more. Raphael watches, speechless, as she swipes two fingers through the mess he made inside her and sucks them into her mouth. His cock twitches with vain interest at the sight of it, too drained to do anything more.

“Mmm,” she hums. “You taste good, you know.”

Raphael isn’t even sure how to categorize the noise that leaves his mouth.

“Anyway, I’m headed off back to the House of Hope to collect my earnings,” Tav says nonchalantly, seemingly unruffled by what was, for Raphael, completely life-changing. She begins to dress herself. “Besides, I promised Haarlep I’d come back anyway so he could take my form. In return for the diaries, I mean.”

A rush of warring emotions fills Raphael at once. Fury at the betrayal and a ghoulish sort of possessiveness over Tav, primarily, but there is also no small amount of joy at the thought that he will have access to her body in perpetuity through his incubus. And that he will get to cum again through Haarlep’s use of her.

Tav begins to leave, and Raphael lets her. He is powerless to stop her. But as she reaches the door, she spares one last look back at him.

“Oh, and when this whole business with the brain is sorted out, maybe we could get dinner.”

Raphael swallows. Nods.

He is so entirely, utterly fucked.

#bg3 #my fic #raphael/tav #haarlep/tav #bg3 raphael

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Inviolable Bindings

Aemondxfem!OC and Aegonxfem!OC

All Chapters Here!

***NSFW Chapter!!!*** 18+ No Minors!

Chapter 32

As Cole had predicted, the weather and winds were in their favor and they made it to King’s Landing by midday. Viserra took in the sight of the city below her while guiding Rhyn in a large circle over the castle. With precision, she landed the dragon in front of the imposing gates.

Just like their first arrival to the Red Keep, the landing of the dragon caused the people below to scatter. Most likely already anticipating them, the gates opened swiftly, and she was welcomed by several guards.

Rhyn wasted no time taking to the skies once her feet touched the ground, disappearing quickly into the clouds. She followed the guards through the open gates, making her way into the castle's inner walls. Once she had climbed up the first bout of stairs and entered into the initial courtyard, she laid eyes upon two familiar faces that caused her to stop in her tracks.

Aemond stood tall with a neutral expression, while his mother burst into a mixture of worry and excitement, eagerly anticipating the report of where they stood in battle. When Viserra looked back at Aemond to find his eye locked to hers, she felt as if the breath had been stolen from her lungs.

In the days spent traveling with Aegon, his brother had remained easily in the back of her mind. However, now standing before him, she realized she had been suppressing the overwhelming feelings she had toward him as well.

Alicent quickly approached her and reached out to hold on to her hands. “What of Aegon? Has everything gone to plan?”

Viserra forced herself to tuck away the tumult of emotions and focus on the woman in front of her. Smiling, she proceeded to tell her of all of their successful endeavors. Aemond listened carefully, refraining from asking any questions at that moment and letting his mother be comforted by all of the good news.

The visible relief on Alicent's face did little to conceal the weariness of the dark circles under her eyes. Viserra couldn't help but notice the familial resemblance again between mother and eldest son. "You must be starved and in need of a bath. I will see that we have both prepared for you immediately."

Her maternal concerns of addressing Viserra's needs put a soft smile to her face. It was endearing, an almost silent acceptance of her presence there as if she was one of her own children.

With Alicent momentarily occupied, Aemond seized the opportunity to break his silence. Greeting her with a smile that attempted to harbor the intensity in his eye, he finally spoke.”It is good to see you.”

“It is good to see you as well,” she replied, feeling the color rush to her cheeks. “Will you be leaving immediately?”

Aemond shook his head. “I will leave this evening.”

They stood in silence in each other's presence for a moment. Viserra did not know why this interaction suddenly seemed so pressured.

“You must be tired,” he assumed. His understanding words showed that he stayed in tune with her. With a nod, she let him take the lead out of the room, following behind him without any hesitation. In the silence of their journey, the weight of their unspoken thoughts lingered in the air between them.

Upon reaching Viserra's rooms, the chambermaids were already at work rushing to fill the tub.

“Do you intend to keep my company?” She asked, sure that she already knew the answer.

“Only if you wish it.” Aemond answered, remaining respectful and considerate. “If you would like the assistance of doffing your armor, I would be happy to do so.”

Grateful for the offer, Viserra nodded, granting him permission to assist her in the process. The room was again filled with silence as she stood there being slowly undressed. In the end, the padded fabric was the only barrier to remain between herself and the room’s cool air.

Sensing the tension, Aemond extended a cup of wine to her, a gesture she had offered to him many times when she had felt his own uneasiness. "To ease your troubles, perhaps?"

She took the wine and thanked him before sitting down on the familiar settee. Settling into the cushions and taking in the familiar sounds and smells of her room was surprisingly relaxing.

“Was it difficult for you to leave him?”

The question seemed to come out of nowhere and she darted her eyes to find his gaze staring intensely at her. It was much more than leaving Aegon that caused her solemn mood, but it would be a lie if she denied it did not play a part in it.

“I worry he will not make the best decisions in my absence,” she replied, knowing her concerns were not unfounded.

“He depends on you quite a lot, don’t you think?” Aemond wasted no time in probing into the very things she did not want to have to discuss.

“Aegon has grown significantly over the last two moons,” she defended. “He will be able to stand on his own eventually, it will just take time.”

Aemond hummed and broke their gaze, watching the chambermaids hurry by while they pretended to not listen in on their conversation. Once the tub was filled, both girls came to stand in attendance to wait for their next task. Viserra stood, looked to the prince, then let the girls lead her to the water. The topic of Aegon's dependence was dropped and a palpable silence settled in the room once more.

She watched as Aemond excused himself, leaving her in the care of the girls. A faint, unexpected pang of disappointment hit her having hoped that he might find some excuse to stay. The realization struck that she had missed his presence more than she knew.

Elia and Cassella continued to hold the silence, carefully helping Viserra out of her filthy clothing. As soon as she stepped into the hot water, they continued treating her with a gentleness that eased the stress of the day. The fragrant oils let her escape from the matters that she would rush back to as soon as she was done.

Cassella delicately combed through her wet locks as Elia gently washed her body. Viserra closed her eyes, momentarily surrendering to the familiar hands that tended to her. Lost in the warmth, Viserra allowed herself a moment to truly let everything go and forget about the woes of politicking and warfare.

As soon as the water began to chill, Viserra left the bath and brought herself to her wardrobe. Her fingers brushed against an elegant black piece with silver details that adorned the low cut neckline and long, open sleeves. It was a beautiful dress, chosen not just for the comfort of the evening but to possibly catch the gaze of a familiar prince.

Without any delay, the chambermaids helped her slip into the gown, tying it carefully to ensure it lay perfectly against her figure. Their attention then turned to her hair, weaving it into a low bun that added a certain elegance to the overall ensemble.

As she stood before the mirror, she realized how different she looked from just an hour before. The gown draped elegantly off of her body, the silver details shimmering in the soft light of the room. Viserra's eyes met her own in the reflection and the subtle curve of a confident smile played on her lips with satisfaction in her image.

The castle had been quiet that afternoon and she took advantage of the fact that she did not have any duties currently awaiting her. She had spent a long while in the library, something she had not given much time to lately. For just the afternoon, it felt as if the weight of the conflict had momentarily taken a pause.

Viserra had been deeply engaged in the pages of her book when the sudden presence of another snapped her attention upwards. The dowager queen stood before her, fingers quietly fiddling together. The surprise must have been evident in her expression as Alicent flashed her a friendly smile and continued to approach her.

“We have received the ravens, but I did want to hear it from you yourself,” she started. “I have been worried for Aegon since your departure. I presume he has fared well outside of these walls?”

Viserra returned her smile, finding Alicent’s concern for her son somewhat endearing. “He has done well. Ser Criston has ensured his safety and guides him in his decisions there on the battlefield.”

Alicent's expression softened, but a shadow of concern still lingered in her eyes. "That is good to hear. Aemond says he is to leave tonight to join him there. Is there concern of Rhaenyra sending her dragons?" She asked, her voice carrying a mother's apprehension.

Viserra understood the worry, she did not like the thought of them both out in battle without her there. "Aemond is a capable warrior. He will return safely. I can think of no one better to protect the King and ensure they take that castle with minimal bloodshed," she reassured, attempting to ease her concerns.

Alicent nodded as she seemed to force herself into reassurance. "I worry about them both, but I have confidence in Aemond and Ser Criston to keep him safe.”

For a moment, a bout of silence hung in the air.

“I came to extend an offer for you to join us in the dining hall for supper,” Alicent spoke, changing the subject. “If you are tired from your travels and wish to decline, I understand.”

The gesture seemed genuine and was much appreciated. Viserra closed the book with a thud, and brought herself to her feet. “That would be lovely,” she said with a smile.

As they walked through the halls in silence, it seemed as if there had been something left unsaid. Her suspicion came true when only a few paces from the dining hall, Alicent suddenly halted and turned to Viserra with concern once more haunting her eyes.

“I am not entirely sure of the nature of your relationship with Aegon,” she began. “But you seem to draw an eagerness and determination out in him that I have tried and failed to do so for years.”

Viserra opened her mouth to speak, but found it difficult to form the words.

“I do not and will not condone any sins in the eyes of the Seven, but I am...grateful for your influence on him,” she finished, flashing a quick smile before continuing on into the hall.

It took a moment to find her breath and let the meaning of Alicent’s words sink in. She hurried herself in after the dowager queen, entering the room and being greeted by the smell of food and drink. Each step toward the table felt heavy, echoing the gravity of Alicent's confrontation.

Viserra quickly found herself seated next to Aemond, who had been observing her every move since her entrance. Glancing around, she noted the absence of the Queen, only Helaena's children were present with their nursemaid. It was the most empty she had seen the dining hall since her first arrival.

Aemond caught her gaze for a brief moment, a certain darkness in his eye stirring the heat in her veins. She was quick to keep it hidden, the subtleness of their interaction remaining solely between them. If the dowager queen only had suspicions of Aegon, she would simply come undone with the actual complexities of their entire intertwined relationship.

Dinner was eaten in silence, both women at the table eagerly drinking the wine in front of them. When Viserra had finished, excused herself from her chair and found her way to Jaehaera and Maelor. She had missed the mornings with the children and their mother. Crouching down to their level, she realized there was a sadness in their eyes that should not have been present in children so young. This angered her, driving the desire to protect them from any more harm.

“Can you stay with us tonight?” Jaehera asked, her voice quiet as usual.

“I could take you to the gardens before the sun has completely left the skies,” Viserra replied as she smoothed down the girl’s silver hair. “If that would be alright with your grandmother.”

Jaehaera looked to her Alicent with hopeful excitement. “Can we?”

Her lips pursed in a line as she observed the interaction with a watchful eye. “Bedtime is approaching, Jaehaera. Perhaps tomorrow.”

The subtle wariness towards Viserra interacting with the children bothered her, she had done nothing but prove her loyalty and dedication thus far. “I am sorry, byka mēre. Tomorrow I will take you wherever you’d like after we break our fast.” Little one.

Rising to her feet, Viserra smoothed out her skirts while Jaehaera began to protest Alicent's decision. Seeing his sister's distress, Maelor also joined in with tears. Viserra sympathized with them, sensing their desperation for her attention. Both the protective grandmother and nursemaid quickly tended to them, guiding them away before their upset was too great. Nothing else was addressed as they left the room and Viserra began to wonder exactly how poorly Helaena was doing.

As she turned back towards Aemond, she realized that he was standing only a few paces away. Though he did not divert his eye from hers, he maintained the same intensity he had when she first entered the room.

“I will join you in the gardens,” he spoke, breaking the silence.

It was an offer she would happily agree to. He had meant to leave for Rook’s Rest soon and she wished to enjoy his company until that time came. With a soft smile, she extended her arm towards him and he approached without hesitation, intertwining his arm with hers.

Together, they made their way to the gardens where the setting sun was casting shadows on the shrubbery and winding paths. The evening air there was much more pleasant than in the rest of the Red Keep, the floral scents masking the musk of the crowded city. It wasn’t until she returned that she realized just how much it seemed to stink there.

A gentle breeze blew through the foliage and the slightest goosebumps ran across Viserra’s skin. With each step she couldn’t help but appreciate another moment of peace amid the chaos. Not another person was in sight and they both enjoyed the privacy. As they reached the shaded area of a tree’s overhang, Viserra turned to Aemond and placed a hand on his arm.

“Promise me you will not let Aegon do anything rash once you join him.” She broke the comfortable silence with her words.

Aemond turned and let his hands rest gently on her upper arms. His voice was soft and confident. “You need not worry.”

“And you as well,” she added.

“This will not be the most difficult of battles,” he chuckled. “We will be alright.”

Viserra let the air out of her chest and her features softened. His confidence was not entirely a bad thing, but she did not want them to be blindsided by another attack. No more words were spoken about her concerns as they continued to linger there in the gardens.

The sun had almost dipped behind the horizon as they found their way back into the castle walls. With the exception of a few servants running around, there was an uncomfortable emptiness about the Keep. As they slowly made their way back up the Serpentine Steps, Viserra had half expected to run into at least Alicent, but no one but the guards had been spotted.

The echo of their footsteps followed them through the corridors until they reached the doors of her chambers. The usual guard was not standing post and as they entered, they realized that her chambermaids were also conspicuously absent. The warm glow of candlelight welcomed them in but the room still felt oddly deserted.

Just as Viserra was about to inquire about his intent in leaving, she turned to find Aemond closing the doors behind them. Her lips curled into a faint smile, a wordless invitation that he perceived immediately. As he returned to her, his eye trailed the details of her face.

“When will you leave?” She asked, trying to keep her voice even.

“Soon.” His answer was short but it was all she needed.

Not letting another moment go to waste, Aemond closed the distance between them and encircled her in his arms. She could feel her heart rate begin to beat just a little faster as her body responded to his touch. When she brought her eyes back up to meet his one, she recognized the subtle darkness that seemed to glaze over.

Aemond's touch held a distinct firmness, a stark difference from the affection she had received the past two weeks on the road. Even his hands gripped with a certain possessive that had her melting into him without a second thought. As he pulled her flush against him, he moved his fingers up through the silver strands of her hair. He watched with satisfaction as she seemed to be caught up in the moment, her mind filled with nothing but the current sensations he was eliciting from her.

Without warning, he tightened his hand in her hair and pulled her head back with gentle tension. With her neck exposed and her mouth left just slightly agape, she welcomed the warm lips that came down to find their place on her pale skin. The way he handled her was intoxicating and it left her unable to do anything but surrender to the need.

Aemond’s mouth moved to her ear with a trail of soft kisses. “I did not enjoy the days here without your presence.” The sultry voice sent a shiver down her spine and he let his free hand venture down the curves of her waist until it met the roundness of her bottom. He gave a firm squeeze, causing a small gasp to leave her lips.

The grip on Viserra’s hair loosened and she felt two careful hands begin to work at the laces on the back of her dress. As soon as she felt the fabric loosen she pushed his hands away from her body, asmirk playing on her lips as she watched for his reaction.

Aemond paused for a moment, deciphering her behavior and the playful expression on her face. She began to back away from him, fingers hooking on the neckline of the dress and tugging it down over her shoulders. As more and more of her pale skin was exposed she watched as his eye seemed to hungrily anticipate the next moment.

The sight of her slowly undressing and furthering herself away from him was more than enough to ignite the fire in his blood. He focused on his breathing while following her as she continued to distance herself from him. Aemond had also missed her more than he thought, the realization happening as he drank in her exposed skin with his gaze.

Watching as she finally slipped her arms from the dress, the fabric briefly caught on her hips before falling to her feet on the floor. He took a moment to appreciate the woman standing before him. The fact that she bore soft and delicious curves yet was still so agile and strong when wielding the sword completely fascinated him.

Viserra did not attempt to back away from him as he came to her once more. Once she was within arms reach, he brought his hand to trace a line down her arm, the swell of her breast, and then down the curve of her waist. His touch ignited her skin, the heat welcoming on her body. Slowly, his other hand moved to her face, thumb brushing against her bottom lip. The gesture was surprisingly tender and gentle, something that did not match the fire that was burning in his eye.

Curling her fingers around his wrist, Viserra guided his hand down from her face to her breast. She watched as his eye darkened and he now brought his focus down to her chest. He felt her hardened nipple beneath his palm, the sensation causing the breath to hitch in his chest. He let his fingers come around and find their place to play there.

It was now Aemond who began to guide her backwards once more. A small gasp left her lips as she felt her back touch the cool stone of the wall. “Is this a game to you?” He asked, his pupil dilated and fixed on her own eyes.

He quickly had her pressed firmly against the cold wall, his tall, lean body caging her in. Aemond did not break their gaze as his hands found hers and he pinned them above her head. As his hard body pressed against hers, Viserra could feel herself unraveling.

“Not at all,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.

His grip on her hands tightened as he finally claimed her mouth with his. The motion was intense and desperate, leaving her breathless. His tongue explored her mouth, drawing soft moans as he continued to deepen the kiss with each second. Viserra knew he was scraping for control, and although he didn’t seem to realize it, she did not have any reservations in giving it to him.

Pulling his lips from hers, Aemond continued on leaving sharp kisses down the side of her neck. He released her hands, bringing his attention down the rest of her body. Impatiently, Viserra responded by attempting to remove each piece of clothing that was blocking her from feeling his skin against hers. Once she was finally successful, he continued his attention on her.

Aemond’s hands and lips worked their way down her torso, eventually moving himself down to kneel before her. The sight of him in such a position made her heart skip a beat. He brought his hands to her thighs, fingers gripping firmly on the soft flesh. Carefully, he moved her legs just slightly apart, leaning in to press a soft kiss on the inside of her thigh.

The sensation made it hard to catch her breath. The kisses continued closer and closer until Aemond’s mouth was only a breath away from her core. He looked up to her, his eye still dark and filled with desire. Her delicate fingers made their way to the only thing hiding the rest of him from her and she removed the eyepatch swiftly yet carefully.

The reminder that she appreciated him despite his flaws eliminated any chance of him remaining in control. Aemond’s fingers made their way to part her folds and he brought his mouth down to her cunt. The action ripped a moan from her lips and she pushed her hips towards him instinctively.

The sounds that came from her only fueled him further. Aemond continued his tongue with quick, teasing pressure. As he felt her legs begin to tremble, he inserted his fingers into her, working her both inside and out. Viserra brought one of her hands to his hair, tangling her fingers in the strands and she guided him to where she needed him most. Her moans grew louder, music to his ears, and he found himself needing more.

Aemond paid close attention to how her body responded. As her muscles tightened around his fingers, he knew that she was where he wanted her to be. He continued his pace, his tongue hitting just the right spots, her pleasure driving him to work her harder. Finally, the coil in her belly seemed like it could not wind any further. Her grip on his hair tightened as she arched her body off the wall. In that moment, her climax washed over her and she suddenly felt his weight supporting her.

Once he was sure she was finished, Aemond pulled his mouth from her and brought himself to his feet. He took a moment to admire her nakedness, her chest heaving with each breath and he found he was aching to completely take her.

Taking care to guide her in her daze, he brought Viserra to the bed. As he gently laid her on her back, he climbed up and over to hover just above her body. His lips met hers once more and the sensation pulled her back to reality. She consciously wrapped her arms around him, running her hands down his back while feeling the muscles rippling beneath her touch.

Aemond deepened the kiss and she suddenly felt his hardness pressing against her. Digging her nails into his skin, she felt him nudge her thigh aside and suddenly push himself into her. Viserra let out something between a gasp and a moan as she felt him stretch her in the sudden motion.

Only giving her a moment to adjust, his thrusts began slow and deep. He felt her tighten around him in response each time he buried himself within her. The sounds coming from her mouth were enough to push him faster and harder but he also realized he needed to focus on not letting himself go too soon.

Aemond’s elbows settled on either side of her head as he let them take the majority of his weight. The sight, feel, and sound of her, was almost too much. He silenced her moans as his mouth came down to meet hers almost instinctively. It took everything in him to remain in control as he felt her nails dig into his back at the same time she eagerly reciprocated the kiss.

As soon as her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in deeper, he realized he could not hold on much longer. To his relief, the change in angle and depth sent her rolling into another climax. His own movements became slightly more erratic and he tumbled into his release, body shaking as he emptied himself within her.

Flushed and sweaty, Aemond let his body fall limp on top of hers. The heavy panting of their breath being the only sound heard in the room. Eventually, he pulled off and out of her, finding his place sitting on the side of the bed. Viserra moved herself to join him, resting her head on his shoulder with no intention of breaking their silence.

After a few moments, Aemond turned to her and placed a kiss to the top of her head. She closed her eyes and sat there, simmering in his body heat and the lingering euphoria from their coupling.

“When will you go?” She asked, knowing his departure would be sooner than she hoped.

“After I take my leave here,” he replied, his voice not revealing any resignation. He looked down, his gaze softening as he took in her disheveled appearance. Reaching out, he gently brushed away a strand of hair that had fallen across her face. As she leaned into the gesture, Aemond ran his finger over her cheek, his touch gentle yet somehow still possessive.

He could tell there were many unspoken words being held back at that moment, but he did not push for her to divulge them. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair, breathing in her scent and enjoying the intimacy of their interaction.

“I will send a raven if there is any need for you,” he continued. “You will do the same if anything amiss presents itself. It is imperative that you stay alert and focused here in the Keep. We do not know the Black’s next move.”

Viserra sighed and leaned her temple against his. “Of course.”

For just a minute longer, neither of them moved, not wanting to pull away from the other. But it was Aemond who broke the silence this time. “I must go.”

She nodded, her head still resting against his. He lingered for a moment before standing from the bed, redressing in silence as she watched his every move.

As he made his way to the door, he turned to her once more, his gaze lingering on her still naked form. “We will return soon, with good news of Rook’s Rest within our grasp.”

She only nodded, a small smile playing on her lips to hide the worry. And with that, he was gone.

Author's Note: Merry Christmas! Here is a present for you all. A little Aemond goodness and an outfit inspo that I have ben wanting to use since I pinned it to my Pinterest board!

#fanfiction #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #house of the dragon aemond #game of thrones #house targaryen #house of dragons #aemond x aegon ii x oc #aemond x oc #aemond smut #aegon smut #aegontargaryen #aegon x oc #aegon ii #hotd #hotdfic #hotd fanfic

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commander-diomika · 11 months

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Fandom - Baldur's Gate 3 Pairing - Shadowheart/Lae'zel Wordcount - 1730 Tags - Kinktober 2023, Scent Kink, Blood, Cunnilingus, Finger Sucking, Hate Sex, Dubious Consent, Forced Orgasm, Shadowheart never really says yes she just doesn't say no, you know? that kind of dubious consent, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Summary - Lae'zel wants to be the one cleaning the blood from Shadowheart's skin after battle.

*** Minthara had died bloody yet silent. That was the part that Shadowheart kept coming back to. She hadn’t even screamed as Lae’zel’s glaive whipped through a goblin and came screeching back up in an arc, cleaving Minthara from navel to throat. Shadowheart had been on the other side, holding steady with Tav behind her. She hadn’t flinched when the spray of drow blood splattered her shield, her face, her hair.

She had been trained not to flinch.

Her mace and shield leant against a tree behind her, moonlight soaking into the red-black spray of Minthara’s dying moment. She would clean those later. The armour, already doffed and carefully polished, took priority, but there was still blood in her hair. On her hands. It had splattered onto her face, dripped down her neck…

The rivulet the party had camped by would be cold, but bathing under cover of darkness in a cool river was as easy as breathing. She peeled off her undershirt and pants. Standing naked in the moonlight, Shadowheart took a moment to breathe, and to open her heart to Lady Shar.

The fire, the heart of her strange crew’s little campsite, was well behind her through the trees. It was just her and Lady Shar out here, and she’d wandered far down the path to find solitude. Astarion was already out hunting. Karlach was on watch. Tav knew to respect her privacy. Gale and Wyll, she suspected, were still afraid of her. They thought that forbidden Sharran ideals might infect them should they come too near to her moonlit bathing. Superstitious little boys who didn’t understand anything past their own fields of expertise.

That meant the soft, leather-shod footfalls behind could only be one person. She took a deep breath in through her nose.

“What do you want?” She didn’t turn, and the footsteps didn’t falter.

Shadowheart could have lunged to snatch up her mace. She envisioned it clearly, a scene in high contrast under the harsh light of the moon. The weight of the handle, comforting in her hand as she attacked, the blood-encrusted flange crunching into that smug face.

“You know what I want.” Lae’zel replied, now close enough to Shadowheart’s back that she felt the hair on her neck shift with the gith’s breath.

Maybe not the mace then. Maybe the dagger set down with her clothes, another spray of blood for an already red-drenched day. Her eyes stayed closed and her breath didn’t hasten as her mind's eye was briefly filled with another arc of startling red.

As tempting as the vision was, deep in her heart of hearts? She knew she would lose that fight. Did the gith bleed red? She’d yet to even see Lae’zel take a wound that would answer that question.

So Shadowheart didn’t lunge for the dagger, or the mace, as Lae'zel shifted her heavy braid onto one shoulder, and leaned into the other.

Lae'zel took a slow, deliberate breath in through her snub nose, and it sent prickles washing over Shadowheart’s pale skin. “It would be a shame for the river to be the only one to taste my kill on your skin.”

She shifted closer, tongue darting out to touch the side of Shadowheart’s neck. Lae'zel’s mouth was warm, but the cool night air chilled the wet spot left behind by her tongue. Shadowheart shuddered.

Lae'zel returned to the same spot, this time mouth opening wider, lips forming a seal and tongue lapping against the skin, and with a lurch Shadowheart realised there was a bloodstain there, splattered in a furious burst, where it had dripped down her face and dried, only for a fervent tongue to moisten it. To take it in.

“Your hands.” Lae’zel commanded. Her voice was icy and Shadowheart thought of resisting, for one short moment. She could walk away from this feral woman, this animal, lapping blood off her neck and demanding more.

Shadowheart turned away from the watching eye of the moon; the cool light washed Lae’zel’s golden eyes out. There was a luminous grey flash of stars reflected, before her gaze dropped to Shadowheart’s hands. Blood and ichor stained them from wrist to fingertip, worn into the grooves of the knuckles, in the dry riverbeds of her palm lines. Lae’zel took in the sight, her pupils tightening in sick anticipation.

She licked those filthy hands like a woman starved. Holding one in a bone-creaking grip she laved her tongue over the back, ravenous, tongue finding the spaces between fingers and- it was disgusting, riveting, the sensation of wet meat drawn across her sensitive palm.

Lae’zel was making little growling sounds as she guzzled the blood off every place her tongue could reach. Her eyes were closed; it was like Shadowheart wasn’t even there. Teeth scraped the skin of the big muscle of the palm, like she was trying to scrape every last piece of gristle off a chicken leg.

Shadowheart felt… dazed by it. If anyone had ever been so hungry for Shadowheart’s skin before, she could not remember it. She was sick with something like want, stomach swooping at the feeling of a tongue rolling over the pads of her fingertips.

Lae’zel sucked two fingers all the way into her mouth, and Shadowheart moaned.

She gasped, shocked at the noise that escaped her, her free hand flying to her mouth, wet with smudged blood and spit, and Lae'zel’s eyes snapped open. Beautiful golden eyes. They pinned her in place like a dagger through the palm.

Lae’zel was feral, delighted, as though she’d caught an opening in an enemy’s defense. She leant in closer, mouth red and shining, and licked a long stripe up Shadowheart’s cheek. “I want to smell you. I want your scent. I want your sweat in my nose, down my throat.” She pulled Shadowheart in close, gripping her wrist hard. “Are you going to stop me?”

“You’re disgusting.” Shadowheart didn’t meet her eyes, or pull away.

“Chk. That is not an answer. Do you want me to stop?” Lae’zel’s eyes were mocking.

She didn’t respond, and that was enough of an assent for Lae'zel to press her advantage. She turned them both in an elegant mockery of dance, pushing until Shadowheart’s back was flattened against a tree. Without pause Lae'zel lifted Shadowheart’s hand above her head, and jammed her face into the revealed armpit, inhaling deeply.

Shadowheart squirmed against the rough bark, biting back a shriek at the invasion. She could fight back. She could. Lae’zel’s tongue licked through the hair there – like a cat grooming itself – Shadowheart thought desperately, but something about the sensation of a tongue in her armpit shot arousal straight through her, and the shriek in her throat turned into a moan, her legs to goo beneath her. If not for the hand around her wrist she may have collapsed all the way to the grassy ground.

Lae’zel tasted her fill, and Shadowheart didn’t resist as her other arm was raised. Lae’zel worshiped, drawing in deep, satisfied breaths as she made a wet mess of the aroma, the tastes, that she found there.

What defiance might have been left in Shadowheart was draining away, pooling into lust, throbbing in her belly. She could feel the slickness between her legs as Lae’zel moved her again, pushing her to a flat rock by the riverside.

Demanding, overwhelming hands shoved her down, pushed her thighs apart, and when Lae’zel’s bloody mouth found her slit she didn’t fight. She didn’t fight Lae’zel, or the moan rising desperately from her throat. When that determined tongue licked her from asshole to apex, she let out a shriek into the dark night.

Lae’zel mouth was merciless, hands finding a grip on the plush curve of Shadowheart’s hips and fastening there, holding on to prevent an escape she was no longer capable of making. Lae'zel plunged in, sucking all the soft flesh into her mouth and moaning, those sounds of delight and dominance indistinguishable from those that she’d moaned around bloody fingers in her mouth.

Shadowheart was lost in it. Unthinking, her hands scrabbled against the rock, tangling in Lae'zel’s hair, yanking against the hands and their pinprick of nails against her skin. But Lae’zel was all sinewy muscle, as immovable as the boulder they were splayed upon. Her tongue was relentless, flicking and laving, lips sucking and squeezing the flesh between them in an agony of pleasure.

Shadowheart didn’t want her to stop, but she also didn’t want her to win. Pinned down with a sharp mouth buried in her cunt certainly felt like a losing position. As her thighs began to shake with the building pleasure, she felt that defeat looming, Lae’zel pressing one advantage after another.

Shadowheart’s hands stopped their desperate roaming, and her hips rolled and bucked into Lae’zel’s hungry mouth. Her orgasm stalked up behind her despite her attempts to evade, roiling waves overcoming her.

As she came, her head dropped back, eyes finding the unblinking eye of the moon. Forgive me, Dark lady. For what, she wasn’t sure.

Lae’zel eyes were pinpricks, mouth shining and chest heaving as she clambered up Shadowheart’s body and straddled her. She grabbed a fistful of Shadowheart’s hair and yanked their faces together, sealing her victory with a kiss.

Shadowheart tasted her own arousal on Lae’zel’s tongue. She tasted blood, and she opened her lips helplessly to Lae’zel’s salty, biting mouth.

The sound of Shadowheart’s pleasure, a pained, defeated yowl, was easy enough to hear back by the fire, where Karlach and Wyll kept watch in companionable silence.

The noise might have been cause for alarm if it wasn’t familiar by now.

Karlach looked sidelong at her friend. “Should we… do anything about that?”

Wyll gave a helpless shrug. “What, go bang pots at them like a pair of stray dogs?”

Karlach gave a bark of laughter, then tilted her head to say, fair point. “That’s exactly what it sounds like.”

“I’m just glad they’re not fighting anymore. If this is the alternative to the whole “knives to throat at midnight,” business, I’ll take it.”

Karlach nodded. “Hey, maybe next time they stalk off like that, I should go watch.”

“For their own good, of course.” Wyll’s eye glinted devilishly in the firelight.

“Of course.”

His mouth twitched in a desperate attempt to thwart a smile. “Alright, but I’m not protecting you from either of them if you get caught.”

#shadowzel #shadowheart #lae'zel #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 kinktober #hank writes #hank talks #it's not october anymore but that isn't going to stop me #i work slow ok #the original prompt i was working off here was Gore but it strayed so far from that it's not even worth tagging it that #toxic yuri fans come get your bread

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stylographic-blue-rhapsody · 10 months

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been thinking abt the in-world mechanics of healing magic, and exactly what it is that makes espen Good At Healing. besides the standard boost to hp, I figured her magical healing was more thorough/easier on the body/reduced scarring and itching in an immediately noticeable way to her patients

obviously a ficlet was in order bc the only thing better than textwalling in discord is pairing the meta with another lil glimpse into The Beforetimes

scene: bazzoxan, 60 years ago. the taskhand's personal apartments

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Espen looked up from her paperwork as the door to the apartments opened with the clattering sound of heavy boots and clinking metal. She smiled to herself as a string of increasingly-nonsensical curses echoed up the stairs and into the bedroom, heralding Fyrna’s safe return: she was only ever quiet coming off duty when something had gone terribly wrong.

“Do you want assistance?” Espen called.

While the reply was unintelligible over the clamor of platemail being doffed and dropped onto the floor, by tone it was a declination. Espen turned her attention back to the stacks of parchment spread before her on the bed: the accounts and inventory wouldn’t finish balancing themselves.

Some time later, when the stocklist requests were almost compiled, Fyrna arrived and collapsed onto the reading chaise with a sigh. She was clad only in soft breeches, hair damp and tousled from the bath she had apparently taken while Espen was engrossed in the task of finding a miscalculated purchase record.

Looking up, Espen saw Fyrna start to drag her nails along a freshly-healed wound beneath her collarbone before restraining the urge with a grimace. Fyrna muttered to herself, “Light help me, this itches something hellish.”

“You could ask me.”

Fyrna lolled her head back on the chair and smiled apologetically. “I’m just whining to myself. No need to interrupt you while you’re busy.”

Espen gave her a dry look, shutting the journal and shuffling the papers into a stack to set aside. “Martyrdom isn’t becoming. Come here, firefly.”

Chuckling at the reprimand, Fyrna hauled herself from the chaise and clambered onto the bed. The acrid tang of healing poultice and mild florals of Fyrna’s soap hit Espen’s nose as her wife settled before her. Espen cataloged two major lacerations along Fyrna’s back in addition to the one on her collarbone: all three scabbed and showing the shine of young scar tissue. With a muttered incantation, Espen frosted her hand and ran the pads of her fingertips along the one on her chest, avoiding scratching it with her nails.

Fyrna groaned in relief at the cold. “Oh, that is fucking brilliant. You are so sexy, did you know that? Do you want to get married?”

“Sure, but you’ll have to ask my wife first.”

“Oh? The handsome Taskhand? Maybe I’ll ask to marry her, too. She seems like a catch.”

Espen snorted. “Turn around so I can get a better look at your back.”

Comfortable silence settled over the room as Espen made methodical passes over Fyrna’s skin to soothe the newly-healed wounds. Based on their orientation and jagged course, Espen guessed that the skirmish had been against something with nasty claws—babau, perhaps. There had been more of those emerging from the Rise, and it could be a pattern—

“Can you teach Elexi how to make his healing not itch, like yours?”

Fyrna’s question pulled Espen from her thoughts of demonic incursion. She said, “No, unfortunately. It’s not their fault, though. It’s very rare to have the ability to heal perfectly.” “And why’s that?”

“Do you want the quick answer or the correct answer?”

Fyrna sighed contentedly as Espen pressed her magically-chilled palms fully against her back. “I want the long winded, technical answer that will make you use your excited academic voice. It’s cute.”

“You are the only person in all of Xhorhas who thinks it’s endearing.”

“Everyone else has poor taste. Please instruct me well, Captain Danlys.”

Espen huffed and leaned forward to place a brief kiss on the nape of Fyrna’s neck. “As you wish, Taskhand Beltune.

“In arcane theory, it is understood that every spell, whether formally taught or accessed innately, falls into one of the eight schools of magic. Contrary to the layman’s understanding of the Weave, these schools are not different types of magic so much as they are the different forms magic can take, or the constraints by which a mage may safely channel its volatility.”

Fyrna hummed. “It’s using a saddle to ride a mount instead of riding bareback.”

“Yes, schools are like tack.” Espen pushed gently at Fyrna’s shoulder to encourage her to turn to face her again. “And ‘healing’ is not its own school because the desired outcome changes the channel required to accomplish it. Returning the deceased to life is necromancy because it is a manipulation of the spirit and not the body. Curing poison is abjuration because it is negation of something extant in the system.

“The healing of wounds is almost always accomplished via evocation, which is, essentially, indiscriminately pumping creation magic into damaged tissue to fill the gaps. However, this does not seamlessly blend the whole and healthy tissues in the body with the recreated flesh, instead creating a border that the body must finish integrating. Because this integration is biologically the same process as natural wound recovery, magical healing itches just as the end stages of natural healing does.”

“Makes sense to me.” Fyrna’s eyes drifted closed as Espen attended to the wound on her chest. “What about you, though? Why doesn’t your healing make me want to rub against a scrub tree like a moorbounder with a face full of bee stings?”

“There is technically another way to magically heal a wound: speeding along the body’s natural process of converting its resources into new tissues via transmutation. This is, however, exhausting and potentially dangerous to the patient depending on the severity of the wound and the energy availability of the body. Transmutative healing also requires a very sensitive caster to manipulate the magic correctly at that small of a scale.”

“So your healing combines evocation and transmutation, to restore the flesh and then integrate it with the body?”

Espen hummed in affirmation. “Most people can only manipulate the Weave using one school at a time, but very powerful arcanists have the skill to cast through multiple channels simultaneously and accomplish this. I do not have that sort of power, of course, but the Luxonmark attunes me to body-magic in a way that allows for dual-channeling while healing. To use another riding metaphor, if channeling two schools is trick riding on two mounts, the Mark is a yoke keeping the two together so I do not have to control them both independently.”

A smile began to pull at the corners of Fyrna’s mouth, her eyes sparking with mischief. “ ‘Attuned to body-magic’? That sounds…”

Espen raised an eyebrow. Amused, she asked, “Would you like me to wait for you to make the joke, or shall we assume it’s been made so we can carry on?”

Fyrna barked a laugh and leaned forward to kiss the tip of Espen’s nose. “I was only going to say that you didn’t need to tell me you’re ‘attuned to body-magic.’ “

“That wasn’t as crass as I had expected. You’re losing your edge, Beltune.” Espen flicked her cheek playfully.

“That shouldn’t be a surprise. How could one not soften in the presence of your loveliness?”

For all the flirting, for the suggestive banter, that is what finally elicited a blush from Espen. “What a cliche. Have you been borrowing Bas’s trashy romance novels again?”

Mercifully, Fyrna allowed her to deflect. “I still think you’d enjoy them if you’d give them a chance.”

“And give Tars and Jin that ammunition against me? I can’t risk it.” Espen said. “Do the lacerations still itch?”

Fyrna stretched gingerly, spine popping with the effort. “No, they feel much better, thank you. Do you have work to finish?”

“I think it can mostly be left for tomorrow.” Espen extricated herself from the bed and scooped up the stacked paperwork. “I have a set of infusions steeping that I need to filter and store first, but I’ll retire once I’m done. Wait for me?”

Fyrna snatched Espen’s free hand before she could get too far from the bed and placed a kiss on her knuckles. Releasing her, she made a shooing motion. “Until the mountains sink into the sea, my love, but I hope it won’t take you quite that long.”

“No, it shouldn’t,” Espen replied with a soft laugh. “Maybe only until the Barbed Fields turn green.”

“Oh, that’s not so long. See you soon, starshine.”

#espen danlys #weird eyes and pronouns #my ocs #finally some longer form fyrna voice....#I just love a character who is a lil ornery in casual company but Intimidating And Serious while doing their job #prior to writing this I did not realize that fyrna was big on affectionate pet names while espen doesn’t really use them #also if u think i forgot to give her a shirt u are wrong. that was on purpose #I am doing my part to represent casual toplessness in sapphic households 🫡#anyway hey spotify play me and my husband by mitski on loop

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