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mischiefmaker615 · 4 months ago

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Please Please Please

Inspiration: Please Please Please by Sabrina Carpenter

Summary: You break the news to the team that you're dating a certain.. god of mischief..

Rating: PG 14

Requested By: @Hav3nLauf3ys0n (wattpad)

“Absolutely not!’’

‘’I don’t remember asking for your blessing.’’ You quip dryly as you and Steve cross your arms simultaneously.

‘’you know what he’s done-‘’ he starts, having leaned himself now on the kitchen counter as if preparing for a long lecture on why but you waved a hand at him.

‘’and he’s gotten better, you cant tell me you haven’t noticed the improvement upon staying here at the tower- be glad they’re just harmless pranks and not plots to try to-‘’

‘’why do you want to date Reindeer Games anyway?” Tony asked, coming into the room with his usual ‘never empty’ glass of booze in his hand. ‘’despite the whole killing and taking over the planet thing, what would necessarily be listed on his Tinder profile?”

“Tinder?” Steve raised a brow and Tony backtracks with a shake of his head.

‘’an app where you could find your local singles- actually that might be a great place for y-‘’

‘’guys! We’re getting off track here’’ you chime in, a hand at your temple as the boys looked over with silence for once. With a heavy sigh, you look at them with as much confidence as you could muster, regardless of the shakiness in your voice as Steve’s expression softened.

‘’he and I have already started dating.. kinda.. but I wanna try to make this work, he wants to see how it goes.. there’s something there and we’re happy when we’re together.. regardless of his first impression here, forgiveness and second chances should be in the picture until said other wise.’’

‘’kind of hard to give a second chance to literally the god of backstabbing.’’ Tony muttered while you shot him a look.

‘’he’s been here for almost a year now since New York, he’s helped us in the field when we’ve brought him along and has been a huge help. He would have compromised the missions somehow if he were still in his old ways but you have to admit, some of those assignments wouldn’t have gotten done without his abilities..’’ you note, your eyes moving to Steve who now stared at the ground in thought while he listened. Their silence was enough to have you keep going as you took another breath.

‘’this is happening, and I know to be careful.. he’s different, and he cares for me.. i figured I’d just make my rounds to let everyone know-‘’

‘’is it basically a heads up that we’ll be seeing a lot of touchy- feely stuff??” Tony gawked quickly and you shook your head with reddened cheeks.

‘’like you don’t do that stuff around here Stark.’’ Steve rolled his eyes, reminding him of how many girls come and go when no one’s watching.

‘’n-no- I just- I’m tired of all your attempts to set me up at your parties, I’m done with the dating game.. Loki and I just have something here that I’ve never felt with anyone else..’’ you explained and heard a sigh from Rogers who didn’t exactly look like he approved but he knew you were going to be stubborn on this so he raised his hands in a surrender position.

‘’just be careful.. that’s all we ask.. Nat and Clint have been assigned today but I think Thors still around somewhere- do not hesitate if he even tries to-‘’

‘’ill be fine Steve, thank you..’’ you say gently, giving a small smile before you exit the kitchen in search of Thor.

Not your best speech, it honestly felt like you were talking to your parents who didn’t approve.. but you were an adult, you’ve dated before and knew all the red flags you needed to dodge. Sure the whole ‘taking over the planet’ was a bit of a red flag.. a big one.. but as he’s stayed here fulfilling his ‘community service’, the two of you have had quite the opportunity to bond over that time.

Its been almost a year and the two of you seem to have had a connection where you craved the attention of the other when you were separated. You both would gossip, flirt and have lengthy talks about your interests and differences. Coming from completely different realms gave you both much to talk about and you even got to teach him a bit of basic things on how to adapt to the tower. The television was your favorite to teach because you stopped him faster at trying to throw it than your laptop. Apparently, many ‘magical moving pictures’ presented the illusion of possession to Loki. Thor wasn’t that much different when he was adapting too.

‘’what ails you Y/N?” Thor asked, having ran into you in the halls not long after you went in search of him.

you almost choked on your heart for a moment when you noticed his wet hair and towel in hand first, feeling stupid the next second after when he was indeed dressed and that your mind had thought otherwise for a moment. He’s hot- but he wasn’t for you.

Where the hell was coffee when you needed it..

‘’nothing in particular, just-‘’ you didn’t exactly know how to word it to him compared to literally anyone else. ‘I’m dating your brother’ sounded a little more awkward than telling anyone else that wasn’t family related- and this time you did mentally choke when you realized you had thought out loud.

‘’oh Lady Y/N that is wonderful!! I am so happy for you both! I’ve truly noticed how much happier my brother has been since earning your affections!” Thor beamed as he wrapped you in almost a bone breaking hug, squeezing all the stress out of you as you relaxed and wiped the previous embarrassment from your face when he set you down.

‘’t-thank you.. I just figured I was going to let everyone know by making my rounds-‘’

‘’is it because we will be seeing particular affections around here-‘’

‘’what?? No! why does everyone keep thinking that..’’ you blush and hide your face in your hands as he laughs. Its not that you both weren’t doing anything.. but you weren’t going to make it a goal to exactly show anyone your personal business-

‘’my brother can be very.. sexual hungry, as Stark seems to say.’’ Thor explains casually and you hold back from scrunching your nose as you look up at him. ‘’he always has and I’m sure when you both begin to get even closer, we might see you a bit less and less’’ he hints and your cheeks redden again.

Was he referring that you both would practically never leave the bedroom?- why was he so causal talking about this.. wanting to quickly change the subject from your sexual future and to your more concerning thought, you shifted in place as you looked up at him with hesitation.

‘’.. the team seems to disapprove..’’

Thor nodded, his features sympathetic as he sighs. ‘’I understand their reasonings Y/N,’’

‘’but he’s gotten better-‘’ you add quickly before you mouth goes off. ‘’sure he throws some pranks here any there- changing all the water to vodka, cutting holes in Steve’s costumes- dropping the temperature in the middle of the night- but I swear there’s no world domination in sight anymore. We’ve bonded a lot during this time since he’s been here, he gets me and I get him and I think we have something greater than friendship where he even through around the word courting- whatever that means but I think I love-‘’

Your rambling got cut off as Thor places his hands upon your shoulders, shutting you up as he gives you a gentle smile. ‘’my brother is a much better man because of you and I know you both will be happy Y/N. if there is any need for concern, we are here but I have no worries for you two. You have my blessing.’�� He beams and your body relaxs, giving him the same smile as you begin to turn.

‘’thank you Thor,.. I think i know just who to find next’’ you smile and give a gentle wave as your mind tells you Loki’s probably in his room.

‘’all the best wishes Lady Y/N’’ Thor chuckles and heads off just as you do and enter the elevator.

As soon as you press the button for the room floors and the door begin to slide closed, a hand shoots out and grips one of them with barely an inch of them closing. With barley any effort, the hand pulls the doors apart and there stands the god himself you were trying to find.

Loki.

‘’hello darling, I do believe we have a bit to discuss.’’ He says casual, not so much asking as he smirks yet his eyes drink you in seriously as he takes a step in, making you step back before the doors close behind him.

Although he’s been here quite some time, he always appeared in his armor and leather when he needed to speak about something serious. Granted, although he tried using it as an intimidation prop, you always seemed to get distracted as your eyes began to wonder.

‘’darling-‘’

‘’sir?” you said quickly with a start, holding back a small laugh as you wondering out of all the terms you had on file in your head, you had called him that one. Loki didn’t seem to mind as he raised a brow slightly and took a step closer, a hand gently taking hold of your jaw as he tilted it up and kept you looking at him.

His leaned down ever so slightly, his nose ghosting against yours as your fingers fidgeted nervously now while he spoke. ‘’please tell me as to why I have spotted you with every breathing male under this roof except me? Specifically, the one that’s hard to over look is my idiotic brother who then proceeds to have you in his arms.’’

His voice was dangerous, careful but yet not angry that you could tell because you knew he was waiting for you to give a perfectly good explanation. Shifting in place, you softened your features and let your excitement show with a smile while your hand came up to rest on his wrist.

‘’I was merely telling everyone the news that we were officially together and that-‘’

‘’is it a fair warning on what they might witness us doing?’’

‘’Jesus- even- whatever, anyway what I mean is, it’s a fair heads up that Tony can stop with his shipping whenever he throws a party, Steve can stop worrying about you being around because with us being together, if I trust you, he trusts me and thus, trusts you won’t do anything. Also so that Nat can stop her insistent teasing and innuendos-‘’

Loki cut you off as he presses his lips against yours, firmly and with love at the enjoyment to see how giddy you can get. The hand at your jaw lightens tremendously and moved to run his fingers into your hair at the side of your head, making you tilt your face to the side before he deepens the kiss. His other arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer against his body before he nips at your bottom lip before pulling away.

He chuckles at your small pout at him stopping, his thumb stroking your cheek as his body relaxes from his unnecessary tension he came in with. ‘’I am pleased that you wish to ease everyone into our relationship, but they’ll see me how they wish, regardless if I am with you or not. Frankly I couldn’t care less, because my only focus is with you. I will treat you nothing less than of a goddess because I know that despite my introduction to this realm, I do not have an ounce in my body or the capability of bringing harm upon you.’’

Your hands grip his shoulders, eyes full of admiration towards the man god before you as your heart flutters in your chest. He shared your smile as you pull him down and press your lips to his again, running a hand through his hair as well that makes him practically growl against your lips, turning his head more into your massaging fingers before you feel him back you up.

Feeling the wall of the elevator against your back now, Loki presses his body against your front while his hands run up and down your sides before a hand joins your side to grip the hand bar, trapping you in the corner. His other hand snakes behind you to grip your ass, the mere feeling of it enough to have his lips press harder onto yours while you hold him close by the straps against his front.

*ding*

By the feeling of the elevator stopping, he slowly pulls away with the dangerous yet familiar mischievous glint in his eyes while he presses his forehead against yours. ‘’..are you in the mood for some mischief darling?’’ he purrs.

Part of you wasn’t sure if it was a sexual innuendo or he wanted you to join in of his little pranks he tried to keep up daily around here. Yet seeing the excitement on his features made you down for either one.. one more so than the other as you laughed and gave a nod.

“I beg you, don’t embarrass me. I already went around trying to hype you up that you’ve changed with your whole mischief thing’’ you lightly tease as he takes hold of your hand while the elevator doors open.

‘’oh darling, I was referring to the other kinds of mischief..’’ he smirks and your eyes suddenly notice his erection.

Please.. please.. please..

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drabblesandimagines · 5 months ago

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Lemon Tarts

Clive Rosfield x female (Branded) reader Fluff, 5,828 words

“Come on, out of there, eh? I know I have a scarred mug but I’m a nice fella under all that.” Gav – he’s introduced himself several times now – jokes with a half-hearted laugh.

He’s crouched down in front of the alcove where you’ve sequestered yourself, your body pressed right up in the corner, your head tucked in-between your knees to try and make yourself as small as possible.

Gav’s broad shoulders won’t permit him entry, his reach coming up short when he’d got down on his knees and put an arm in to catch your wrist to guide you back out – cursing himself under his breath when you’d flinched at his attempt.

Your master was harsh both in what he demanded in labour and how he treated you. However long ago, you’d decided it was better to not talk back and, eventually, not worth talking at all. It wasn’t like he’d bought you for your conversation skills - for what worth is there in anything a Branded has to say?

The days in his service were repetitive – just the faces around you would change as the curse wore away at their supposed worth. Two new Bearers had been acquired over a tenday ago, apparently tracked by a group of people calling themselves Cursebreakers when they broke into the barn where you all slept. They explained they were here to take all of you somewhere safe, to free you from your master, all whilst weapons hung from their hips.

They’d escorted you into a covered wagon in the early hours of the morning with a firm grip, before the three of you were transferred onto a skiff roped up at a small dock, tucked away off a beaten path. The boat set sail across the blighted waters of a lake, heading towards some sort of Fallen structure in the middle. From there, you were led up onto a dock and then into a goods lift, ascending up to a new fate. You had tried to keep your panic at bay on the wagon and skiff ride, swallowing down the anxiety that had churned in your stomach and threatened to come up your throat but the moment the lift reached the main deck, the fear of the unknown won and you ran without further thought.

You ran with an energy you didn’t know you still possessed, ducking around outstretched arms. You didn’t make it very far before your mind caught up with your legs - where could you even go now? You’re in the middle of a lake, you don’t know how to swim, you’re trapped.

Now that you’d ran from them, disobeyed their commands to stop, only punishment could follow. At least with your old master you knew what to expect for whatever he deemed as ill behaviour, despite your best attempts to fulfill his demands, and what to brace for when you failed.

The alcove had caught your eye – a gap between two wooden walls made of thick planks. You’d slipped in with more than a hope that you wouldn’t be spotted as you did, perhaps they’d think you’d jumped into the waters below and drowned.

Luck was not on your side – when had it ever been? - for as soon as you’d pressed yourself into the very back, a scarred face had appeared in the opening.

“You can’t stay in there forever.” Gav chides, stepping back to put his hands on his hips before his face falls. “Not that that’s a threat, like! I mean, it’s not… practical, is it? Especially when we’ve a lovely, warm bed with your name on it.”

Warm bed…?

It’s a trick.

Don’t be so stupid.

“Gav, what’s going on?” An almost amused voice draws the scout’s attention elsewhere and the man steps out of view, entering into a hushed conversation. You risk a look between your knees, seeing the railings and a bit of the sky beyond – dusk beginning to fall.

A few moments later, you hear the voice again – gravelly, but cautious and gentle. “Hello, my lady.”

The lack of sarcasm in their address of you – for who would call a Branded my lady –prompts you to peer between your knees. Another rather broad-shouldered man is knelt down on one knee - shaggy dark hair framing stormy blue eyes, clad in red and black leathers, the hilt of a great sword showing over his shoulder.

“My name’s Clive. Mayhaps I could have the pleasure of yours?”

“She doesn’t talk much.” Gav’s voice comes from over his shoulder, but Clive keeps his gaze on you. “Or ever - that’s what the others said anyway. They’re all pretty new to the bastard’s service, like. Said they didn’t know her name, and not sure how long she’d been with him.”

“That’s all right. You don’t have to talk right now if you don’t want to, my lady. We just want to help, but we can’t help much whilst you’ve tucked yourself away here, can we?”

He waits for a few moments, testing the waters.

“We have a healer who can treat whatever ails you,” Clive presses on, tone still gentle and genuine. “And a very cosy bunk for you to rest in, where you won’t be disturbed. And food of course - I’ve heard there’s a delicious stew on the menu tonight. Molly - she’s our cook - has made some exquisite lemon tarts for afters. You can have mine, if you like.”

Your mouth salivates at the prospect of hot food. It had been a while since your stomach felt content - yesterday’s meal had consisted of vegetable peelings after a poor day of harvest, shared with the chocobos…

It’s all too good to be true.

“I know you must be frightened – to be taken from everything you’ve known for so long, but you have my word that we wish only to help you.” He places his fist over his heart, hoping it would prove his sincerity. “Though I understand we cannot be helping by hovering over you like this, so I will leave you be to think on it a while, my lady.”

Clive gets to his feet with a soft grunt and takes a few steps away back over to where Gav was stood, shaking his head in defeat.

Gav sighs, wearily. “S’pose I could ask Bartram to knock the planks out at the side so we can get her out that way?”

“No.” Clive’s tone is firm. “Definitely not. I could see her body trembling – she’s terrified.”

“We can hardly leave her in there.”

“She just needs time – we can give her that. It’s not ideal, but she’s at least safe. If her health turns, I’ll consider more drastic action but patience is best for now.”

“Maybe she’d be more comfortable speaking with someone who’s Branded?” Gav muses, scratching the back of his head.

“Good idea, Gav.” Clive claps his on the shoulder with a heavy arm. “I’ll ask Molly if she can pop by with some stew – food and a friendly, familiar face might work wonders."

You don’t emerge later though, despite Molly’s best efforts. She gives you a bright smile and soft, encouraging words – a tale of how she was rescued, proudly demonstrating the brand on her cheek, what she does now at the Hideaway, and then offering the bowl of stew in her hand.

The aroma makes your mouth water and stomach ache. Molly carefully places it at the threshold, not wanting to encroach on your personal space. Says she’ll leave it there, alongside a waterskin, before she bids you well and disappears from view.

If you shuffled forward a little, perhaps stretched out your arm as far as it would go, the bowl would be in reach to drag back to eat.

You don’t, though.

You won’t.

It’s a trick.

Clive had made himself scarce, hoping Molly's presence would be more calming than his own, and left her with instructions that if you were to emerge, or engage in conversation, perhaps she could coax you into going to the infirmary next.

He busied himself in search of the seamstress, eventually finding her in the bunks, sorting through piles of material stored away in a cupboard.

“Hortense, do you have a moment?”

“Of course.” She nods, turning to face him. “What can I do for you, Clive?” “I wondered if you had any spare blankets?”

“Oh, yes – I’m always working away on more as we grow our ranks!” Hortense beams, turning back to the cupboard. “I'm not surprised you asked – there must be quite the draft in those chambers of yours.”

“Ah, no - not for me. One of the rescued Bearers from today is a little shy, sequestered herself in an alcove in fright. I'm hoping she'll emerge before nightfall for food and to go to the infirmary, but I do not wish for her to catch a chill off the lake if she does not...”

“Oh, the poor mite!” Hortense frowns at the idea, but sets to thumbing through a pile of blankets in search of one in particular – a fleecy grey one in the end - and bundling it up in her arms before she hands it over to him. “Well, this one should keep her nice and cosy, it’s plenty thick enough. Tell me she is at least properly dressed, Clive.”

“The usual attire.” A polite way of saying the threadbare cloth shirts, trousers or dresses that Bearers were permitted by their masters, sans shoes as always. “I doubt she’ll accept any changes of clothing currently, but I am sure she’ll come round. We just need to be patient.”

“How could she not? Please, do let me know if there is anything else I can do.”

“This is plenty, I assure you.” He smiles, holding the blanket aloft in demonstration and leaves her to her work, heading the long way down to the Ale Hall to avoid the main deck. He spots Molly back in the kitchen behind the counter, looking forlorn.

“I’m sorry – I tried, I really did.” She scoops a generous portion of stew into a bowl and hands it off to an awaiting Bearer as she talks. “I told her my story and everything, but it’s almost like she’s frozen in place. I half-worried the curse had took her in front of my eyes. I left the stew - I hoped with some privacy she might eat without me there watching her.”

He places a large palm on her arm and give hers a sincere smile. “Thank you, Molly. I really appreciate you trying.”

“It’s nothing. Here”, she hands him the bowl of stew she’d just prepared. “Can’t forget yourself. And before you ask, yes, everyone else has been fed.”

Clive smiles, wryly, and takes the bowl with a grateful nod.

After he has had his fill, he heads out at the top of the steps, planning to keep his distance for a while longer up in the mess before an attempt to coax you out or gifting you the blanket. As his eyes cast over the alcove, he finds an unwelcome guest with their head and shoulders wedged firmly into the entrance.

“Torgal - away from there!” Clive snaps with a growl in his throat and the wolf hound instantly retreats to his master’s side with a whine and a tilt of his head, unsure as to what he's done.

He sighs, giving the beast a pat on the head. “I am sorry, boy, just... that bowl wasn’t for you – that was for our guest. I am afraid you may have scared her.”

Clive walks over and drops to a knee to peer within. His heart sinks to find your head tucked further between your knees than it had been previously, in addition to your body now trembling almost violently.

By the Founder, you must’ve thought he’d sent his beast to devour you.

“My lady, I am so very sorry that Torgal frightened you. He must’ve picked up the scent of the stew and followed it, mistaking it for his dinner. His sense of smell is unparalleled.”

Torgal barks as if in agreement, and you jump in place at the noise. Clive hushes the wolf with another pat on his head. “Sorry – he still acts like a puppy sometimes, but he is a very loyal friend of mine and he means you no harm. Allow me to fetch you something else to eat.”

He lays the bundled blanket down and pushes it forward, until it’s less than an arm’s length away from you.

“It gets a little cold on the deck in the evenings, my lady, but this should keep you warm until you feel comfortable enough to come inside. I’ll be back in a moment with some more food, and Torgal will keep away – I promise.”

He gets to his feet, picking up the bowl as he does and Torgal quickly follows behind at his heels as he heads back to the Ale Hall. Molly’s eyes widen in delight as he places the empty vessel on the counter, but Clive shakes his head.

“I’m afraid Torgal got to it first – licked it clean. Do we have any left?”

“Ah.” The cook’s face falls. “No, I’m afraid not – some of the Cursebreakers were feeling particularly hungry after their mission. But I do have bread, some cheese, apples and a lemon tart, though I had held that one back for you…”

“That all sounds wonderful. Please.”

Molly pulls out a cloth napkin from below the counter, placing the assortment of food together with a delicate hand. She ties the napkin in a knot to keep the bundle protected and hands it over.

“Thank you.” He looks down at the hound sat by his heels. “Torgal, why don’t you go and sit with Lady Charon?”

Torgal’s tail thumps against the wooden floorboards happily – Charon often has a bone waiting for him behind her counter in the evening.

“Good boy.”

Clive heads back towards the alcove with deliberate footsteps, wishing to announce his arrival. The blanket has not moved, still in the place where he left it. From what he can see in the evening light, your trembling has appeared to ease up from Torgal’s visit at least.

“I am afraid we have run out of stew, but Molly’s put together a selection of other things for you – including the lemon tart I mentioned earlier.” Clive places the bundle down carefully upon the blanket, before moving the waterskin besides it.

He waits a moment or two to see if you might lift your head before continuing, but it remains fixed in place.

“I think you might feel more at ease if you eat something, my lady, even if it’s just a little. I will leave you be and bid you a good night, with a sincere hope that you emerge anon.”

He gets back to his feet again, swallowing back down a sigh and, reluctantly, heads back into the warmth of the Ale Hall.

Clive finds himself restless later that night, tossing and turning before settling to stare up at the ceiling of his chambers. His mind is whirling with thoughts of what he needs to accomplish tomorrow, the missives he has yet to reply to, the Mothercrystals that still reside – though an opportune moment was still to present itself – the next lot of Cursebreakers who would be undertaking the removal of their Brands…

..and you, the scared Bearer, hiding in an alcove off the main deck.

He sits up with a huff and looks towards the balcony.

Fresh air – despite how drafty his chambers already are - will help, he thinks.

He gets out of bed, pulling on his earlier discarded trousers and boots to go with his night shirt and heads over to the balcony, stepping out into the cool night air.

The blighted lake waters are still and the moon casts a warm, white glow over the quiet deck. Clive takes a deep breath and then another, when something catches his eye down below - a lone figure heading across the boards on unsteady legs, towards the end of the dock.

You.

He turns on his heel and hurries out of his chambers, his footsteps echoing around the Ale Hall as he descends both sets of stairs two at a time. He pulls the lever back to call the lift back up and waits, impatiently, when he sees the blanket and bundle of food he’d left earlier, pushed aside in front of the alcove.

He grabs the bundle as the lift reaches the dock and hurries inside, slamming down the lever and descending below, praying that he’s not too late.

You were sure you hadn’t heard anyone for hours since the sun had dipped below the horizon and stars had slowly started to emerge in the cloudless sky. Cautiously, you’d pushed the blanket forward, only enough so that if someone was lying in wait for you to emerge they would pounce.

Nothing.

You wait another while before you inch it forward again, a pause, then a little more until the entire blanket is now out of the alcove. Your hands are shaking as you pop your head out, just slightly, but the deck appears empty. After waiting another few moments, you crawl over to the railings to peer below. The skiff you’d arrived on is docked up at the end of the pier – an escape route. Without much further thought, you pull yourself up on unsteady legs and walk into the goods lift, pulling down the lever to descend.

You find yourself at the end of the dock, frozen in fear. What were you thinking? You don’t know how to sail. You don’t know how to swim either, so that’s also out of the question. Even if you could, you surely wouldn’t have the strength to swim across an entire lake.

You flex stiff fingers experimentally. Maybe you could muster up enough aether to conjure some wind – would that be enough to sail the skiff? You wished you’d paid more attention on the journey over…

You’re getting ahead of yourself. Where would you even go? The brand inked on your cheek made it so you’d never have a normal life, you stand out immediately in any crowd. If an imperial soldier caught you on your own, you’d be thrown into the cells…

..or even worse.

Maybe… Maybe you could go back to your master? Your stomach swirls again with anxiety at the thought. There would be a punishment, surely, but if you came back that would count for something, wouldn’t it?

Your thoughts are interrupted by pounding footsteps, your heartbeat soon matching their pace as you turn to see your pursuer. It’s the broad-shouldered man from earlier – Clive – hurrying up the dock with a look you can’t identify on his face and a bundle of cloth in his hand.

You take a step back as he gets closer, hurriedly followed by another, then another. There’s an apology on your tongue but the world suddenly jerks when there is no longer anything to stand on. You’ve stepped too far, ran out of dock-

There is a gust of warm wind and an arm wraps around your waist, pressing you close into an even warmer chest. Underfoot, you feel the boards of the dock again - Clive has stopped you from falling into the depths. He guides you forward another half a dozen strides before dropping his arm once he’s sure you’re a safe distance away from the edge and then takes further steps back himself.

“I apologise for touching you without your consent, my lady, but I could not let you fall into the water. Are you all right?”

You don’t take in his words at all - your legs giving up as you drop down on the deck with a thump.

“I’m s-sorry.” Your words are soft, but Clive hears them in the stillness of the night. “Please – I’ll…” You swallow back a sob – crying never helped, would only make punishments worse. “I’m sorry. Please… don’t hurt me. I’ll obey. I will.”

“I will never hurt you, my lady, nor will I ever command your obedience. This is my vow.” Clive responds, equally as soft, as he kneels down to match your eye-level. “I just wish to see you safe and well.”

He sounds sincere, which is unsettling. You realise he doesn’t have his sword, nor the hound at his heels. He’s not even properly dressed - leather trousers and an unlaced white shirt, overall softening his appearance.

Clive takes advantage of your silence to press on.

“Will you join me in a midnight feast?” He places the bundle of cloth down before him, swiftly undoing the knot all whilst you stare, trying to guess the trick.

“I used to sneak into my younger brother’s chambers with things I’d swiped from the kitchen. He was often ill and prescribed a rather bland diet, so I hoped a midnight feast of more appetizing fare might cheer him up.”

He busies himself laying out the food on the patterned cloth, a little further away from him than could be comfortable having to stretch out so far. There’s a few bread rolls, apples, biscuits and something that smells tantalizingly sweet.

“This,” Clive points out a round pastry in the middle, some sort of glazed curd on the top, “is Molly’s fabled lemon tart. The best in Valisthea, I assure you. Please – help yourself.”

He leans back, propping himself up with his elbows, again trying to give you space, and forces his gaze to the sky. The moon illuminates the side of his face as you keep your eyes fixed on him, revealing a mark you hadn’t noticed earlier that day - an almost familiar one.

It’s torture having the food laid out in front of you, the second time that day. You don’t know if you feel sick from hunger or from nerves, but your resolve finally cracks.

You reach out with a shaking hand, waiting for Clive to strike.

He keeps focused on the skies above, his hands firmly planted behind him.

You pick up the roll.

Still, he does not move.

You take a tentative bite and chew, whilst Clive stares up at the stars.

Slowly, but surely, you finish the entire roll. Be grateful – your master’s voice rings around your head.

“T-thank you.”

Clive moves his gaze from the skies to yours, a warm smile on his face. “No, thank you, my lady. This is all I want for you – all we want for you – to be safe and well-fed.”

You dig your nails into your palms. “Why?”

“Because Bearers do not deserve to be treated how they are – we should be able to live and die on our own terms.”

“We?”

He nods, sitting up and turning his head to the side, pushing back his hair a little to reveal the scar on his cheek.

“I was Branded once. Tarja – she’s our healer – removed it, only so I could travel Storm safely and help others escape their fate. The Cursebreakers have all had their Brands removed as well for the same reason.”

“No, they said it can’t be removed – the ink contains poison.” You don’t know where this tone of defiance has emerged from, but there is no flash of anger across Clive’s brow.

“It is risky to remove, yes, but not impossible. And we will not ask you to undertake such a risk – that would be your choice.” He adds, quickly, worried you may take it the wrong way.

“You remember Molly, who brought you the stew?” You nod. “There are many others like her who have chosen to keep their Brand, but it does not dictate their lives in the Hideaway. And until you can live the life you deserve to, one where that mark on your cheek will not make it unsafe for you to do so, I sincerely hope you will find a home here.”

“A home?”

“Mm. Safe, fed, and never need to use aether again, my…” He pauses in realization. “My apologies - may I request the pleasure of your name?”

You shake your head, feeling foolish. “It’s silly, but I… I don’t remember it. Such a simple thing to have forgotten, but master didn’t use it.”

Of course the bastard didn’t - Clive feels a frown forming, but restrains himself. “I am sure it will come back to you with time.”

His eyes fall upon the pastry in the following silence, wishing to change the subject and he picks it up, placing it on the flat on his palm and offering it out to you. “Please – have some more to eat.”

Clive has a shy smile on his lips, a genuine and sincere look in his eye. It is the kindest look someone has given you in all the time you can remember and with that, your fingers brush across his open palm as you take the offered treat.

It is small – only two bites – but it is the most wonderful thing you have ever tasted. The pastry is crisp, thin and sweet, whilst the lemon curd is tart, the flavours dancing over your tongue.

It makes you want to cry at such a simple pleasure that has been denied to you for so very long.

The moment of euphoria is interrupted as a particularly cold wind gusts across the lake and causes you to shiver, unconsciously pulling your limbs closer to your body to try and preserve heat.

“Thank you for trusting me, my lady. I cannot imagine how frightening and worrying it must be – I truly admire your bravery. May I be as bold to request you trust me once more this night?”

You nod – the tiniest jerk of your head down – but it’s a nod all the same.

“Would you allow me to escort you to the infirmary? It has warm and comfortable beds where you can rest - properly.”

The question makes your stomach squirm with anxiety – the food sitting too heavy now in your stomach, but one look into Clive’s eyes almost settles it entirely once more.

“And in the morning, if you feel up to it,” he clarifies, “our healer would like to give you a check-up, but you do not have to make a decision on that right now.”

“A-all right.”

“Wonderful.” He keeps his tone measured, quickly wrapping up the food in the cloth and securing the top with a knot before he gets to his feet and steps back as you get to yours. He gestures forward a moment, quickly second-guessing his actions with a frown.

“Mayhaps you would be more comfortable following me?”

A small nod again.

You can’t be backstabbed if you’re facing his back, after all.

“Of course. Follow me, please, my lady.” He bows ever so slightly, before turning and heading back up and along the dock.

Clive’s heart is pounding as he walks away, worried that you may take his retreat as a chance to take the skiff and sail away or plunge yourself into the lake, but he dare not look over his shoulder in fear of frightening you.

Instead, he strains to hear any footsteps bar his own.

It is only when he reaches the goods lift that he catches sight of you in his peripheral vision that he releases a breath. He’s sure to stand in the furthest corner besides the lever, only taking one look over his shoulder to confirm you were safely within the confines of the lift before he pulls down on the mechanism.

He walks along the main deck, up the stairs to the mess, past the long tables and the hunt board before he pauses at the bottom of the next set of stairs. “It’s just up here and to the left.”

He opens the door to the infirmary with measured strength – aware the other Bearers will be resting within. The first two beds are occupied by faces you recognize – the two you’d been rescued with – and there is a man sat by a desk. Clive nods to him in acknowledgement and heads towards the other side of the room, sectioned off by a large bit of fabric. Both cots back there are empty, so he walks over to the one closest to the window and pulls the blanket down, then stepping back to the other side of the room and gesturing you forward.

“Here.”

You hesitate. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. The stranger the other side of the curtain has unsettled you. It had been easy to forget about everyone else for a moment when it had just been Clive and you on the dock, but now you are inside… Who else would come when dawn broke?

Clive picks up on your hesitation, noting the way your eyes flit between the window and beyond the curtain, annoyed with himself he did not warn you of Rodiguez being on duty that night.

“If it would be all right with you, my lady, I would like to stay in order to make introductions in the morning with Tarja. But I will only do so if you are comfortable with me – I will set up a chair over there.” He points back the way you came, to the gap between the fabric and the wall.

“P-please.”

“Of course.” He nods, picking up a chair immediately from the side and moving it to where he had said. It is only then that you sit cautiously on the edge of the bed, slowly lifting your legs up and tugging the blanket up to your chin.

Clive settles himself on the chair – he has slept in far worse places, after all – and it is not long at all until sleep claims you.

Months pass. At first, your circle remains small – Clive and Molly at first, followed by Jill before you slowly begin to open up to those among the Hideaway. You will never forget the smile on Clive’s face when he introduced you to Torgal properly – the hound immediately rolling on his back, titling his head at you inquisitively as his master explained he wished for you to rub his fluffy belly.

You are still easily startled by loud noises, unexpected movement or when Gav swears out of excitement, never the loudest in conversation, but everyone is so very welcoming.

There is plenty to do, but there is no expectation of you to contribute unless you want to, especially as some among the ranks are too stiff from the curse. Jill and Hortense teach you how to sew, you spend a few days in the Backyard learning about the plants, Charon teaches you how to take a stock inventory, Gav tries to teach you how to drink a pint in record speed and, of course, Molly teaches you how to bake.

You are always first to greet new Bearers with a soft word and kind smile, telling them how scared you were, how you hid in the alcove on the deck…

Clive is often busy whilst in or out the Hideaway, but he always makes time for you, seeking out your company immediately after he has given Otto the latest, wanting to know what you’ve been up to before he’ll even speak of himself. He even picks up little trinkets that he thinks will make you smile – lined up on your windowsill in your bunk.

You knock gently on Clive’s chambers – his call for you to enter soon following. You hold the basket behind your back, a piece of cloth tucked over delicately over the contents within as you slide open the door. He is sat behind the writing desk, looking over a pile of missives, dressed in his usual leathers.

He raises his head and offers you the warmest smile, getting to his feet immediately in polite greeting. Seeing you always seemed to brighten his day – there was something about your smile that revitalized his spirits, a reminder of how far you’d come since that first day.

“My lady.”

“I’m sorry to interrupt your work.” You say, softly, sliding the door closed behind you.

“You are never an interruption. Please, sit.” He gestures towards the bench opposite his desk. “What can I do for you?”

“Before I sit, I have some gifts.”

“Gifts?”

“Mm. For you.”

He quirks an eyebrow. “You shouldn’t have.”

You place the basket gently down on his desk, ignoring his comment. He pulls back the cloth to reveal a pile of six lemon tarts nestled within.

“Did you make these?”

“I did.” You nod, proudly. “Molly supervised, so they should be edible, at least.”

“They’ll be more than edible, I assure you.” He picks one up and bites into it, humming happily as he chews, the pastry melting on his tongue. “They are exquisite – truly.”

“Really?”

He feigns a pout at your question. “Have I ever lied to you?”

You shake your head with a shy smile.

“Then I would hardly start now.” He takes hold of you hand for a moment and squeezes. “Thank you.”

You bite your lip before continuing. “There’s… something else.”

“I am hardly deserving of this gift, my lady, let alone more-”

You interrupt him with a name – your name.

His eyes widen for a moment before he murmurs it back to you – sounding all the more wonderful on his tongue - and you nod, excitedly. You’d been reluctant to choose a new name, despite some suggestions. The inhabitants of the Hideaway had instead picked up on Clive’s term of address instead.

“I remembered, like you said.” You wring your fingers together. “Well, in a way. Tomes was reading a story to the children and there it was, after all this time.”

“It is a beautiful name – I am honoured to learn it.” He takes your hand with a bow, pressing a kiss against your knuckles and saying it once again.

When he releases your hand, you press a quick kiss against his stubbled, scarred cheek. “Thank you.”

Clive’s cheeks redden at your kiss, seemingly speechless for a moment. He smiles, almost bashfully, as he looks down at you with an unfamiliar look in his eyes.

“May I give you something in return?”

“Clive,” you look down as you protest, feeling your own face warm under his gaze, “you’ve already given me plenty. You-” He inadvertently cuts you off as he tilts your chin up with two gentle fingers, determined to meet your gaze.

“You do not understand, my darling. I would love to give you so much more, if only you’d permit me.”

“Oh…”

Clive moves his hand to caress your Branded cheek with calloused fingers – worn from his time of handling his blade – but his touch has never felt so soft.

“May I?”

You nod.

Clive presses a kiss to your lips - gentle, chaste and far sweeter than any lemon tart.

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walnutcookie · 8 days ago

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good day fellow rodger fan, i rlly love your art it gives me whimsy and joy. do you have any headcanons ab him and glisten, perhaps toodles as well? (family dynamics my beloved actually) if not either way i think your stuff is still so rad.

AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH !!!! <333 WEEPS TEARS OF JOY.... i do have some headcanons hehehe... in no particular order/organization heres some of my thoughts on them:

- Rodger is a sleepwalker. Very Embarrassed by it.

- Toodles really enjoys drawing !!! She likes to draw with the other toons a lot (especially glisten, but he usually just watches her and then treats her art like the mona lisa so she feels good about herself)

- rodgers reaction to any sort of physical affection is really funny because he doesnt know how to react. He wants to keep his awesome and mysterious persona but also he doesnt want to be rude or anything. does he reciprocate? does he try to get away before it happens??? does he say something or does he keep quiet? Usually it just results in him freezing up and going stiff

- also adding onto above he tends to be paranoid about peoples intentions. bro gets a hug from goob and freezes and hes thinking "is this an attempt to console me does he think im mentally unwell or is he trying to find my weaknesses so he can kill me"

- in general rodger can be a very paranoid person and starts panicking at the slightest threat but hes pretty good at stopping to think and clearing his head. Logically he knows goob wouldnt kill him and doesnt know his secrets but it is a thought that pops up in his head for a brief moment

- toodles is always very quick to jump in and try to help whenever someone is upset. She wants to help people as best she can so ofc she would but the problem is that shes never sure what to say to cheer people up :'] she tries parroting some of the things rodger has told her when she was sad but also from her experience it never works so she tries to distract people instead most of the time. it makes her feel really guilty whenever she doenst try to help or if she fails to make them feel any better

- Toodles is very close with teagan!! teagan is like her fun uncle :] they take care of toodles sometimes if rodger is busy (or cough missing). Tea parties galore!!!!

- glisten is romo-repulsed i know this in my heart ok. [i know ive drawn him doing romantic things i cant explain the nuances to this in a cohesive way im just projecting ontohim as a romo repulsed person in a relationship]

- Glisten is definitely introverted but not in the "ohh hes shy and hates people" way hes just drained when he talks to people even if he likes talking to people. He needs to take breaks from socializing a lot to recharge his social battery especially since hes always so worried about what people think of him but he also dies if hes alone too long

- toodles is actually VERY fascinated with bugs if theres an ant or a beetle or a roach or something in the facility shes gonna beg to keep it and make a house for it so she can "give it a better life" (glisten will not scream or freak out but there WILL be visible discomfort on his face and he will avoid that bug like the plague)

- rodger smokes cigarettes . He knows which employee(s) carry them around and will snatch one from their pocket at the right moment when nobody is looking... he tries covering his tracks and flushing everything down the toilet and covering up the smell but ofc he gets found out when theres a clog LOL.

- There was also suspicion when toodles started pretend-smoking and saying she was doing the thing that rodger did but most everyone else just assumed it was toodles being a silly little kid

okie dokieee thats all ill do for now !!! Thank you so much for this ask GAUH im so happy people are interested in my hcs for them n stuff 🥹

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boxboxblog · 1 month ago

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In Depth: Track Characteristics

Alright, so this post is in response t an ask about track characteristics and how they respond to certain driving styles. For more info on driving styles, see my post here.

Alright, so most F1 tracks can be sorted into one of two categories; street, and classic road. Within these categories are different types, so I i'lll dive into that as well.

Street Circuits

Classic Tight: This is a circuit that follows the more traditional street circuits structure. It has sharp turns, narrow track width, and very minimal overtake opportunities. Think circuits like Monaco or Singapore. The best style around this kind of circuits is a consistent and precise style. This is because these circuits require a deft hand and continued steadiness. Even one little mistake here will send a driver into the barriers, so overtly aggressive drivers either have to tone it down or risk pushing too hard and crashing.

Fast: These street circuits have a mix of longer straights with the typical street circuit tight corners. This keeps a lot of the things people enjoy in street circuits, like tightness and intensity, but adds in more overtaking possibilities. Think circuits like Baku or Vegas. The best style around this track is the blended styles of precision and aggression. Like all street circuits precision is needed, but with those long straights aggression must come into play at some point if a driver hopes to overtake.

Technical: This style circuit is a mixture of short straights and highly technical corners. The turns may not be as sharp as teh other two type, but they tend to be more complex to get through, and require careful timing and great positioning. Think tracks like Jeddah or Miami. The best driving style around this circuit is of course, the technical driver. They need the ability to take those complex corners ell, but another aspect is consistency. They have to keep up that highly technical style in order to be victorious.

Traditional Road Circuits

High-Speed: This kind of circuit has long straights and quick corners, which makes them speed based more than anything. Think Silverstone and Monza. In truth around these style circuits it is more the car than the driver that matters, but styles still does have an impact. An aggressive driver ill find more success here, as they are more likely to have the guts to take risks, and these kinds of circuits require less precision.

Technical: This circuit is very similar to the technical street style circuit, but it just has longer straights and more of a mix of low-medium corners. Think Zandervoort and the Hungaroring. Technical drivers also do well around here, but they also need to have bursts of aggression that lend themselves to gaining speed on the straights and overtaking. They also have to be relatively adaptable, as they much switch between precise braking and strong pushes constantly.

Elevation: These are classic circuits where the height of the circuit effects a lot of strategy and driving. Think Mexico and Suzuka. Being at these elevations means that drivers must adapt their style to suit it, as the thinner air up high can really change how the car runs. This is why the adaptable driver does best here, because it is such rare conditions to race in, so they must be able to change fast with a lot less training.

Street Inspired: These circuits are a much more modern thing, and attempt to blend in some street circuit characteristics onto a classic road circuit venue. For example, the circuit in Canada is a classic road one, but narrows itself down into more street-line conditions every so often. Abu Dhabi is another circuit that does this, and has a lot more high speed corners than most other road circuits. To excel in circuits like these, a driver must be very complete. they need to typical aggression that a classic circuit requires, but the technical and precise handing a street circuit requires. It all must be balanced. Too much aggression could lead to mistakes in those high-speed corners, and leaning too into the precise and technical style means losing some speed.

Alright, I hope I answered your questions. I do have a series I just started on specific circuits where I delve into each one in more detail, and I will link it here. So far I have only done one, but more will be added eventually.

Cheers,

-B

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anemonelovesfiction · 5 months ago

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Colors of Pandora 7: Pink

Jake x Fem! Omatikaya Reader

Emotion: Romance

Warnings ⚠️: none SAFE FOR WORK

Essentially a part two to this work

Last day of Colors of Pandora and I’m sad but also happy?!

A huge thank you to @xylianasblog for having come up with this event in the first place, thank you for your hard work darling❤️

Translation Station

Ikran: Warriors Mount

Olo’eyktan: Male Clan Leader

Kelku: Home

Word count: 1.4k

“Why do you feel the need to take care of others?” His voice was a soft timber breaking through the silence of the early morning.

I’d managed to wake up and just as he promised the night before we had to talk, but we’d decided on taking our ikran out toward the forest to speak privately, climbing the tree we were currently on being careful with my arm to ensure I didn’t damage it any further. The view we were seeing involved a lot of the forest, but it was too vast for us to be able to see a majority of it, but the bits we could see were beautiful.

The sun was rising from between the mountains and sky, the orange, red, and pink hues capturing its essence in a wonderful way. My heart beating slightly faster after having processed his question as I realized I’d have to finally open up about my past to the leader of our clan.

“It helps me forget about the war,” I answered honestly, attempting to take in a breath to explain further if needed, knowing I would have to as my answer was somewhat vague.

“Who did you lose?” It was a simple question really, but it was one that brought slight pain, the pain of having to remember the reason I often buried myself in my work.

“Both my parents.” I answered as I lowered my head to view my fingers starting to pick at one another, something I often did when I was growing nervous.

“I’m sorry for the pain I have caused you.” He apologizes but it doesn’t change the past. We knew what he had done after he had explained once he came back from mating with Neytiri, a lot of us were upset with him, but I always kind of knew he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Having to follow orders just to keep his place here, it wasn’t hard to read him, and I could tell he was honest with his apology, but our people were quick to anger and it didn’t matter to them how sorry he was. And now he was our leader, how strange, the great mother must have plans for him if he was still alive, and holding a place of importance within us.

“I have forgiven you a long time ago.” I answered honestly, letting my shoulders fall as I pick my head back up to stare at the beautiful view before me, the sun still rising slowly above the sky.

“I guess your compassion runs deep,” He jokes with a smile and his comment makes me smile as well.

_________

That had been weeks ago, my arm had healed and had been allowed out of the cast, which I had been thankful for. My friendship with my Olo’eyktan had grown into something wonderful and I could finally say I had made my first friend.

“I have a question for you,” He walks up towards me right as I began to walk the opposite direction.

“You always have questions for me, Jake.” I stated as I continued walking, he’d asked me to instruct him as such and I was always one to follow orders, he followed behind me as I continued walking to grab my bow and arrow, ready to head out to hunt for Sepwa and Antuk once more. Sepwa had fallen ill and needed help with taking care of her children while Antuk had gotten injured while hunting and managed to injure his leg.

“I want to show you something.” He stated as his hand reaches out toward my arm, stopping me in my tracks as I felt the warmth leaving his palm and encasing my entire body, I fight a blush as I turn to face him with a serious look.

“That is not a question.” I stated and he rolls his eyes playfully, a smile tugging at his lips as he fights a laugh before straightening himself up, taking his hand off my arm, and I honestly missed the contact.

“Will you come with me?” He asks.

“I need to hunt for Sepwa and Antuk-“ I began to shoot his invitation down, knowing I didn’t want to, but knowing I had a sense of responsibility for my people.

“I’ve taken care of them already, I knew you were going out of your way again, so I was one step ahead of you the entire time,” He crosses his arms in a cocky manner, but all I could focus on were his bulging biceps, I only look up at his face with a blank expression to attempt to hide my own feelings as my heart rate quickens.

“And you have taken care of who will watch their children this morning before they go learn?” I raised a brow while crossing my own arms.

“Of course I did. Do you honestly think so little of me?” He asks with a palm on his chest while feigning hurt.

“Yes I do,” I teases with a smile on my lips before breaking out into a small laugh with his chuckle following soon after.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked after our laughter was out of the way, wondering where he planned to take me now, he had taken the last couple of weeks to show me the forest through his eyes, often choosing good places to calm down after a long and hard day of work, but surely he had to run out of places by now, the forest was only so big.

“Just wait and see,” He offers his hand out to me with a slight nod of his head and I take it without hesitation.

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I had been nervous to say the least, I hadn’t expected to have grown feelings for someone so quickly after meeting them, but there was something about her that made my heart flutter alive after a while of it being in a dormant state. I couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was about her, but she made me feel alive again, made me feel as though I could start living once more.

“What is this place?” She asks in awe as she hops off of my Ikran, taking a careful glance around the cave that glowed with bioluminescent plants, the opening of the cave having a waterfall covering half of it, keeping this place well hidden from anyone.

“This is the place I come to when I have a tough decision to make.” I answered honestly only to have her turn with a confused look on her face.

“And what tough decision has this Olo’eyktan had to make recently?” She raises a hairless brow and I had to admit my heart was beating faster than it ever has within the last couple of years.

“You,” I stated honestly before clearing my throat and looking away quickly before looking back at her.

“What do you mean, me?” She asks as she tilts her head sideways and her ears flick over to place her full attention on me.

“I have grown to have feelings for you, and I wish to court you, but I only want to do that if you return my feelings. I don’t want you to agree to doing it if you don’t see a future with me.” I stated sternly, expecting her to have weighed her options before answering, I was about to tell her she could have some time to think about it before she gleefully runs up to me and embraces me in a hug, a squeal leaving her lips as she jumps up and down excitedly.

“Yes, the answer is yes, I don’t need time to think, I feel the same.” She answered quickly and I could feel my heart ready to burst at her reaction.

“Honest?” I asked as if I were about to wake up in my kelku to realize that it had only been a dream.

“I promise,” She smiles as her tail wriggles from side to side in an excited fashion.

“Good, because I’ve been waiting long enough to do this,”

I place my hand onto the side of her face to hold it gently, her eyes widening slightly as she stares at me, ears having gone down to show submission and I smile before leaning my face down to meet our lips in the middle, having closed my eyes to enjoy our kiss, and feeling her arms wrap around my neck loosely as she kisses me back.

#colorsofpandora #colorsofpandora2024 #avatar #avatar the way of water #jake sully x reader #jake sully #jake x reader #jake x you #jake x y/n

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wazzappp · 7 months ago

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ALRIGHT WE BALL. Time to get on with the story (i have a story planned thats. a real shocker. im ass at writing but ill get this drawn damnit I promise)

This argument is one that just needed to happen. Robbie cant think of the infected he's been killing as people because that would mean he has killed a truly UNCOUNTABLE AMOUNT OF PEOPLE. Lisa has done what she has to in order to survive, and that includes killing the un-infected (which, of course, to Robbie is totally unacceptable). So when he's trying to explain the difference it just comes across JUDGY AS HELL. They're both proud and defensive and bad communicators and the conversation goes BADLY.

This happens while they're on their way to the Beneviento house. Lisa basically goes 'Alright if youre so high and mighty go ahead and beat this one yourself then!' and fucks off back to Duke with the intention to kill as many Lycans in the way as physically possible. Robbie goes ahead to the SPOOKY NIGHTMARE HOUSE trust me I have plans for what he sees in there and its appropriately disturbing but it also spoils the ending I have planned for this whole thing so :) hang in there.

BUT he ends up having a BAD TIME when he's trying to head back and what @rokhal suggested slotted in SO VERY NICE HERE (i feel i have sufficiently LOST MY MIND over the fic you posted i am JKSL:FJSDFDS F UCk)

'Picturing Robbie alone in the Village foraging for gunpowder and cash (because it's a Video Game and they can't just hang out in Donna Benaviento's house throwing the creepy dolls in the river while waiting for rescue after reconnecting the phone lines, no, they have to wander around the entire map) and he's saving the herbs for Gabe and using all the chem fluid for sniper rifle ammo or whatever. And he's fighting off werewolves and it's fine because apparently his health regenerates like mana because he's made of mold.

But as he's wandering around it starts to get harder and harder to remember how much cash and scrap he needs. And he keeps missing shots. And then he gets a little turned around but now he's lost and there's more fkn werewolves, and he's seriously low on ammo and he just wants to get back to Gabe, but he needs to regroup and his hands are numb so he tries to warm them at one of the villager's stoves.

And then he discovers that he's slowly turning into a mindless mold creature, and realizes that the only way to keep Gabe safe from him is to get really really really lost, so lost he'll never find his way back before something kills and eats him.

This does not work, but it does ensure that he is incoherent and barely recognizable by the time Gabe and Lisa track him down.'

Which is all MWAH. CHEFS KISS.

Anyway Robbie is gone for a WHILE and Lisa realizes that the puzzles she needs to solve to move the fuck on require 2 people so she's stuck killing any lycans that stray too close to Dukes camp and hanging out with Gabe. UNTIL, of course, Gabe decides yeah no fuck this fuck that Robbie has been away for WAY to long and I'm going after him. Only problem is that Gabe's abilities are kinda rooted too wherever his sclerotia pods (is adding pods to that redundant? whatever we ball) have had enough time to take root and grow. Meaning, despite her anger towards Robbie at the moment, if Lisa doesen't want Gabe caught, dragged to Mother Miranda and dismembered, she's gotta go with him (also featuring @moosemonstrous hilarious idea of her being proud of Gabe's attempted intimidation).

When they DO track him down he's barely awake. He keeps wandering in one direction then looks like he wants to turn around and go another but he keeps FORCING HIMSELF to go the other way (generally I think he would be a decent bit stronger, but fighting his instincts this hard make him seem more aimless. Robbie is borderline unstoppable when trying to get to his brother, but right now he's NOT trying to get to his brother. you feel me?). Lisa goes up first to make sure he's not going to lose his shit or something. He basically falls onto her with the single saddest "m'sorry" ever heard on planet Earth. If it's for FALLING on her or if its for the CONVERSATION earlier, Lisa isn't quite sure. But it's been years since anyone has apologized to her for anything and thats enough for her to decide she should at least sling him over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes back to Dukes camp.

They make it back to the Dukes camp and give Robbie a couple of med kits (GOOP JUICE!!!!!) and he's a little more coherent. He's still trying to stay away from Gabe even though everything in him is saying 'STAY CLOSE' but he's got SOME brain space available because at least he's in line of sight now. Scrambled brain time is not the BEST for trying at an apology but hey, Robbie isn't really known for his great ideas and he tries anyway.

(ft me being unwell about shoving them together)

They're on better terms after this. The communication is still weird but hey its them so everything is weird. Plus they get some extra bonding time because I also snatched rokhals OTHER suggestion of

'....Been thinking maybe The Duke has a recipe that would heal Robbie...requiring meat from a golden dancing fish and the breast of the blue bird that haunts the graveyard and the tenderloin of the magnificent boar that sires all the swine in the Village...or something. So Gabe and Lisa have to go hunting while keeping Robbie calm...'

Ah yes. the high end flesh of the Great Village Fuck Boar. Delightful.

Cause I mean he's BETTER but still not GREAT. I think now that he's with Gabe he would be unable to leave him again while like this. Gabe would HAVE to go with them (we can get >:] 'Robbie goes into an overprotective frenzy and sword hands himself to hack some poor lycan that got too close in half' its a good time [its not. sword hand is very disturbing to him])

So anyway what Im TRYING to say is that the brainworms will continue

#I also :) found a way to fit :) side-of-face-splitting-into-horror to fit into the actual story :) aha. ahahaha.#ghost rider re7 au #my art #sketch #this took. a while lol.#what he sees in the Beneviento house is gonna be so fun to show you guys I promise its a terrible good time #we just need to get to the end of the story first to get there i dont wanna spoil design stuff >:]#RE!lisa #robbie reyes #gabe reyes

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The Golden Ratio - Chapter 8

(The following story contains male weight gain, food play, BDSM, kidnap, encouragement, and feeder/feedee scenarios. If that's not for you, then go to church or something vanilla dude.

This takes place during and after the events of the One-Piece film GOLD. For a better experience see the film on your local streaming service.

This story is written in collaboration with @bee-wg)

Tesoro

It’s been two days since the encounter in the bathhouse and Roronoa still acts like nothing happened.

Regardless of him acknowledged it or not, something awoke within him. I can tell as much, with how his gaze lingers longer on my body. Whenever I catch him staring, he immediately looks away. Or, in today's cases he tries to play it cool. Well, as cool as he can take anything.

“What do you think you’re looking at?” he says.

“Looking at my biggest fan,” I reply.

“I’m not that big,” he replied.

“Not what I meant, but if the shoe fits.”

He grunts before laying back on his bed. The dog bed was a good idea. He naps there most of the day, mindlessly chewing on the mochi. Sometimes I wonder if he is more house cat than human.

“We can't stay here all day! Today is the special performance I arranged, so get your ass up,” I said, pulling his leg.

“Fine, just let me get some clothes and get this over with,” he yelled back.

While he got dressed, my attention went to his expanding body. Like a snowman starting to melt at the end of winter, his body droops over itself. His arms were thick as sausages, constantly rubbing against the ring of fat his moobs made. Tits that rounded out while they rested on his belly. A sagging gut that bounces with every ill attempt to fit in pants that were tailored for him pounds ago.

After the evening at the bathhouse, he became more self-conscious about his weight, trying to curb his appetite with the mochi during the day. As if the constant calorie flow of sweets could help him lose weight, he was just too simple-minded. Even then, his appetite had grown more than either of us could anticipate, so his meals continued to grow alongside his waist.

In hopes of easing his mind, I sized up his set of clothes overnight. It was a hard choice since It was so enthralling to see him fighting against his flab. It's a shame but a necessary measure.

Once he is clothed, we set track to the main stage for today’s event. Most of the day was spent making sure everything was running smoothly for the performance.

By the time the concert was about to start, Roronoa’s belly roared, begging for food.

“I’ll order lunch to be delivered to our seats," I said.

“Could you ask them to bring more this time around? I barely stayed full yesterday.”

“I will need to open new restaurants just to keep up with that appetite of yours.”

“You're just looking for any excuse to do more business,” he replied.

Making it to the theater box. I throw myself against my chair, looking out at the crowd.

“You were right, the place is packed,” he said, looking out the window before sitting beside me.

Before I could reply, his food was here and his attention completely shifted. The show is about to start but I have one last thing to do before. Let's get this over with.

At the side of the room was a control panel with a Den Den Mesushi. I ring it and not too long after, the voice of a woman resounds on the other end.

“Mister Tesoro, good evening.”

“Ready for the show, Uta?”

“Yes! Thank you again for the help financing us. This performance will be a great test of our streaming capabilities and-”

“Great to hear you are excited but remember this is not a rehearsal, I'm paying good money for you to give your best material.”

“Absolutely! I'm making sure everyone is happy today.”

“I'm counting on it. You go live in five minutes, so get ready.”

I hung up as she thanked me again. When her time is up, I grab the microphone from the control panel and press the button that starts the show. The lights on the stage go black and my face is projected for the audience.

“Welcome everyone to today’s special event! Transmitting directly from Elegia Island, Uta!”

My face vanishes from view to be replaced with one belonging to a young woman. The worldwide sensation makes the crowd go crazy.

The uproar catches Roronoa's attention and he looks into the crowd for the first time since he started eating. His attention on her doesn't last long and he continues with his meal. Great, after paying for this much, not even this attracts the attention of the simpleton. But in all honesty, who could blame him?

“We can choose the way of our future, Try a brand new path, we can change the world.”

It's so generic, the most basic hopeful sentiments for the lowest denominator of an audience. The beginning of a song should be grand and extravagant, with the amount of money I'm paying, this girl has the audacity to sound slightly pitchy.

I mean it works in our favor, people get inspired and spend a fortune in our slots thinking they can make their dreams come true. But at the cost of putting me to sleep.

“Ugh, what an amateur,” I said through gritted teeth.

“What is the matter? I thought you wanted to see her perform?”

“Me? No, this was all for business. But she clearly fell off.”

“She fell off the stage?”

“No, I mean Soul King managed to get a platinum record within the first week of release. Or Maria Napole, she stayed in the top 10 for eleven weeks. Meanwhile, this is her first live performance and it's like a lagging Den Den Mushi.”

“Is it that bad?” he said looking down at the cheering crowd.

“They seem to like it.”

“Of course they do, they are simpletons. They are getting distracted with her dreams come true Mombo Jumbo, to realize she is lacking all musical talent. Any amateur could do better.”

“You could do better then.”

“I'm no amateur.” I barked back.

“Not what I meant but if the shoe fits,” he said with a grin.

Cheeky little bastard! Then the idea popped into my head. Going to the control panel I pressed some buttons and the box turned silent. The room has a noise-canceling feature for private meetings.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Showing you how a professional makes music.”

Not too long after someone knocked at my door, one of my workers came with a delivery.

“Here is the piano you ordered, Sir.”

The double doors for the room open to let the piano roll into position. After some preparations, Roronoa and I are left with the Golden piano in the middle of the room.

I sat down in front of the piano, my fingers gracing its keys. My eyes glance in Zoro’s direction, he remains focused on the display of food in front of him. His expression is nonchalant as always.

Taking a deep breath, I get my hands to move, carefully playing each note of an old song.

This song always reminds me of Stella, she was the one who got me to learn to play the piano. As the beat of the song rises my memory goes back to us, to her.

“I think your voice is lovely Tesoro, it would go along perfectly with a piano,” she used to say.

In my attempt to entertain her, I starved myself for weeks, saved enough money to buy a piano keyboard, and practiced while singing to her.

In those days my fingers would clumsily play the wrong notes, slip between the keys, or lose the rhythm of a melody. But she kept optimistic as always, rooting for me to improve.

The years of practice have paid off, and now my hands make fast and calculated movements, as not precise of an instrument as the piano itself.

The structure of music is similar to that of lovemaking. The song builds up tension with a cadence, seeping into your pores and slowly pushing you to excitement. Even I felt its effects, as my body started to swing from side to side with the beat of the song.

Nobody can resist the effect of my music, but when my eyes move toward Roronoa I see him unfazed. At first, I thought the simple-minded hog doesn't get good music, but as the song continued his demeanor changes. Or at least compared to the rest of the time when he's uninterested in the things I’ve shown.

Roronoa has learned to fetch food in a fast fashion, like a well-oiled machine. This time around he looks calm, looking at the set of dishes in front of him with delight. Taking his time to choose one food item and savoring it slowly before going to the next.

The longer the song goes the more he loses himself to the moment, crunches, slurps moans, and belches fill the room alongside the music.

Singing for me is a common thing, the guests at the Gran Tesoro hear me almost daily. But my use of the piano is more selective. Only playing it for important visitors or the past pets I captured. Usually, they are too scared, or too enraged by the imprisonment to express their true opinions on my music.

Zoro on the other hand wears his opinions on his sleeves. Well, he never wears sleeves but regardless.

The song builds up to its trill, with Zoro demolishing the meal in front of him with a rhythm that matches the beat of my song. He leans back against his chair, while his hands bring more food to his face. A smile creeps on his expression as the climax of the song approaches us.

Finally, the last notes of the tune were played and we stayed in silence, a sense of peace lingering in the room. Looking back at Zoro I notice the feast in front of him is almost done. His eyes are glazed in a haze of relaxation while he rubs the top of his belly.

“See? That's music,” I said proudly.

His eyes refocused on me and he replied, “It didn't make me jump off the building.”

I laughed, “Your expression said that you liked it more than that.”

“Yeah yeah, it was passable. Now don't get too cocky.”

He takes a bite of meat near him before adding, “I wouldn't mind another song to finish the rest of my meal though.”

Uta's concert ended and we were still inside the theater box, Zoro eating himself into a food coma and me playing every song I could remember. Something similar happens at dinner when I’m trying to tease him for ordering more than usual, but instead of acting tough he said, “Would you play the piano again? At least that way you would shut up.”

At that point I knew for sure, he loved my music.

The next morning I tried to force him out of bed but the pig wants to eat first thing in the morning, let's see if he wants to move after he gets stuffed.

I call “Yolkdale,” a restaurant specializing in all types of breakfast menus from around the world. After placing an order big enough to challenge his capacity, I got back to my room and found Zoro snoring on the bed. Seeing him lazily rolling on his bed like a proper pig makes me want to get my hands on him. Rubbing every roll and fold of his blubbering figure or grabbing the cherubic cheeks that now grace his face.

My body stays in its place, admiring his peaceful expression. It's endearing in a way, how it contrasts with the loud hardhead that's Roronoa.

The minutes passed with me reading through some of my letters, nothing caught my eye until I saw a white envelope. For some reason, I feel it's important but before I could reach out for it, a rumbling sound echoed from Zoro’s direction.

He stirs himself awake, clutching his belly with a frustrated expression.

“Did you get the food already?”

“I ordered some food, it should be here soon.”

His body jiggles violently as he stretches to grab more moshi from the mini fridge beside his bed. A grunt is all I hear as he realizes he ate the last one of them last night.

“What’s the matter pirate hunter, that gut can’t wait for a few minutes?”

“Not everyone can have a small appetite like you, some of us eats like real men.”

I get closer to him crouching to his level at the dog bed, “Real pigs you mean, you eat more than some giants.”

“Because I'm stronger than any giant.”

He grunts as I grab the flab of his middle, a fire ignites behind his eyes as I rubbed more of his skin.

“I don't know about strength but you are greedier than any of them, you like that don’t you?”

“Not as much as you perv,” he said with a grin.

As I get closer to him, his breathing gets faster.

“Want to test that idea? I'm sure you are dying to grow bigger than the giants” I whisper in his ear as I shake his overgrown belly.

The smell of our early morning bodies enticed us both. I can almost hear his walls cracking the closer I get to him, that's when the doorbell rings.

“The food is here-” I said.

In a blink, his body is no longer under me. He rushed to the door looking for the food.

“Hey wait!” I yell.

Zoro pretended not to hear me and I ran behind the bastard. I'm surprised to see him navigate himself so well. The glutton gets lost in a straight line but finds the way as soon as food is part of the equation.

His hand touches the doorknob when I snap my fingers and get the gold on the roof to morph into ribbons that wrap around his body, pulling him up and out of view.

“Let go, you bastard!” the golden ribbons cover his mouth as he sticks to the roof.

When I'm sure he is not going to be seen I open the door to the delivery. Rows of workers march with trolleys filled with food, right into my bedroom. Some of them sniff around the place, obviously being affected by the scent of Roronoa.

On their way out one of them lingered longer looking around, trying to find the source of the aroma. Instead, he finds my stare. The gold around the house rattle and shook as I said coldly, “Looking for something?”

All sense of lust abandoned his body, replaced by pure unfiltered fear, “No Sir, I'm sorry!”

He ran out along with the rest of the delivery boys. I close the door behind them and let Zoro slowly drop from the roof.

“What's the big idea?” he said enraged.

“Nobody sees you like this, but me. Now be quiet,” I said carrying him over my shoulder.

“I can walk on my own, you know.”

“I thought you were too tired to move without breakfast.”

He stays quiet for a second, the lazy pig is thinking it.

“Now that you mention it, I'm too hungry for the stairs back to the bedroom.”

With a chuckle, I carry him back to the room. Once inside we are welcomed by the strong aroma of a full feast. Zoro hurries off my body, sitting at the border of my bed and getting into business. I marveled at the display of pure decadence in front of me. After pushing him in the right direction, he allows himself to glut at every opportunity.

I set on the goal of turning the Zoro into a proper pig, and by the enthralled look he has now I know I'm close to that goal.

“What are you waiting for, an invitation? Eat something before I have everything,” he said with a mouth half full of food.

“Is that a threat or you are worried for me?”

He looks at me seriously, grabbing a piece of pastry and taking a massive bite of it. The answer is obvious, he is worried about me. His charitable host and master.

I grab a plate of fruits and continue to witness Zoro’s titanic appetite decimating the load of food in front of him. Between the greedy munches and crunches of food, his stomach groans two-thirds through the meal.

“I need a break.”

“Feeling full already? I thought you were stronger than giants.”

“Shut it, I'm going to finish everything, just need a minute,” he said, looking at the mountain of food still untouched. He rubbed his taut belly, and my hands craved to reach out to him, to feel the thigh skin of his middle.

“We don't have all day Zoro, let me help you finish this measly meal.”

He looked at me with suspicion but sighed and nodded.

“Perfect then, go to the side of the bed.”

He starts the titanic task of standing up with his belly packed full. Getting closer to the side border of the bed with laborious breath before plopping into the mattress.

“That used to be easier,” he said as he caught his breath.

“It only will get harder if you keep stuffing yourself like this, but I wouldn't worry about that now. Just enjoy the road there.”

While he puts himself in position, I gather the rest of the food and place it near the bedside table. When he is done getting himself comfortable I stand beside him,

My hands grasp the tight drum that's his belly now, meanwhile, he remains quiet under my touch. Slowly rubbing his skin, letting my fingers play with his gelatinous fat as a moan escapes his lips. Putting some pressure on his side he releases a belch in my direction, instead of shame or embarrassment he looks at me with a smug grin.

His cocky attitude, the already obvious hedonism running through him is so erotic and enticing. We cross eyes, I can see in him the same desire flowing on me, we sink deeper in that feeling until his stomach churns again in protest. His body has a strong effect on me, I have to stay focused if I want him to sink deeper into my hands. Not the other way around.

When I think he made enough space in his stomach, I grab some crispy bacon from a nearby tray, “You are ready for more, now open up hog.”

He opens his mouth without hesitation, a new sense of determination in his eyes. Lowering the piece of meat into his open mouth, I feel a shiver down my spine when he licks my hand off the grease of the bacon.

“I'm getting hungry again, so you better pick up the pace,” he said with the same cocky smile.

“Don't come at me crying when you are stuffed beyond belief, Roronoa.”

My hands moved fast as they grabbed every piece of food they could reach, bringing it to the bottomless pit that was Zoro’s gut. While rubbing his belly with the utmost care. After all, he might be eating recklessly in the haze of gluttony, but I need to keep him comfortable as he pushes his capacity to the limit. I don't even need to use gold to stretch his stomach anymore.

The further he went in his binge the louder his moans got, the more erratic his bites turned and the hotter his body felt to my touch. In his attempt to get more food inside his demanding gut, he tried to grab food from the bedside table. I slap his hands away, and he turns to me like a wild animal ready to pounce.

“You can't use your hands, leave this to me,” I said, bringing a donut to his lips.

The wild beast melted leaving just a whimpering, needy hog, looking for more sustenance. Finally, he releases a massive belch and sinks into the bed, an expression that was a mix between satisfaction and uncontrollable lust.

His dick was hard, a stream of pre flowing out of him with each huff of air he took. My bed will forever smell of horny pig, but his pheromones drive me insane with desire.

The stubborn asshole remained quiet, trying to control the boiling need inside of him. He looks ready to cum at any second and yet he tries to resist. Fuck this, I’m breaking him one way or another.

Jumping on the bed, my legs rest at his sides, our crotches inches apart. Before he questions this, I get another morsel of food and bring it to his lips. He opens his mouth with delight, moans resounding across the room as he eats.

My hand explores his body further, Rubbing the crevices between his folds of fat. Sticking my fingers in his cavernous belly button and lifting the boulder that’s his belly. Stopping to admire its heft as it crashes back in place. I stop feeding him for a second, allowing him to breathe.

“I know what you are doing.”

“I’m just helping you out. Didn't you want that?”

“You are trying to get me to do more sex stuff with you.”

“It's all up to you, pet. If you want me off of you, just say the word.”

All the while we talked, my hands continued to massage his blubber. I grab his fat pad, squeezing it lightly. I could see him surrender himself when he said, “Make me cum.”

“So forward, what do you want me to do then, pig?”

“Everything, whatever. Just hurry up already!”

After ripping the clothes off our bodies, I get on all fours over him. We stay there absorbing the contrast of our bodies, his titanic mass of blubber beneath my toned physique.

He tries to hold a whimper as our dicks rub together. He bucks his hips against mine, hunger for stimulation making him act without thinking. Our dicks rub, smearing pre against one another, leaving strings between us as I move back.

He has cummed out of being fucked, teased and such, but he needs to know his body is capable of all of this and more with the proper care. My care.

Looking at his naked body, my attention goes to his behemoth of breasts. Like the rest of his expanding frame, they grew to match, if not surpass the rest of him. The two orbs of fat now droop over him, spilling to his sides and belly, dwarfing everything under them. If that wasn't impressive enough, they were crowned with puffier nipples that protrude even under the golden stamps. I'm compelled to bite them, but the stamps are in the way. I have a right to claim them; they have grown because of me and are only for me.

With a flicker of my finger, the stamps move away from his nipples.

“Your dick is not the only thing begging for attention pig, these milkers are crying for a good handling.”

I get closer to his chest, while my hand pinches his left nipple, I bite the right supple nubs of flesh. My tongue runs fast, sucking and licking them madly, getting my lips sealed around them and pulling on the tender skin. He moaned wildly, the feeling on his chest drowning him in ecstasy.

Pulling myself off of him I see him panting for air, his belly groaning still hungry for more.

“You can’t stop even now, can't you pig?”

“It would be easier if I could feed myself!”

“I don’t think so. This has less to do with me feeding you and more with how much of a gluttonous hog you have turned into.”

His eyes lit up, a grin formed as he said, “You seem to like your hog.”

I could feel myself firing with desire, and for his reaction, he could tell as well.

“Just as much as you like being one, and don’t even try to deny it. Only a hog to their heart could build a body like this.” I said, shaking his belly.

“A body derived from pleasure and built to give pleasure. Every inch of your body is nothing but abundant fat to fuck.”

“Show me.”

Moving forward, I raised his gut, getting my hunged dick in the space between his fat pad and the base of the belly. Letting the weight drop with a wet plop I could feel the hot flesh envelop my cock.

“See? I could fuck you in a different crevice every night, and by the time I used them all, new folds of fat would emerge.”

“Then get to work. This hog is wasting away,” he said with a grin.

Finding a rhythm was easy, considering how much my brain melted after his words were muttered. My hands searched for lube to fuck him senseless, finding more than enough underneath him. His butt juice flowed out of him like a dispenser ready for me to use.

Once my dick was drenched in his scent, my hips start to rock, fucking his underbelly. One of my hands went for food, keeping him tied over. Meanwhile the other rubbed along his body, teased his nipples, grabbing his tits and slapping his belly.

“Come on pig, show me how much you want this.”

His only reply were the muffled moans of a mouth filled with food and drool.

The room became an orchestra of belches, moans, and slabs of meat against meat. I fuck his side folds, under belly and by the time I enter his belly button the mountain of food starts to dwindle. I remember at the bathhouse, not being able to sink my whole finger into his belly button, and now inch after inch of my dick sinks into his hole.

“Finish everything, and you can cum all you want.”

He redoubles his efforts, biting the food off my hands, liking the sauce from my fingers like it’s the last drip meal of his life.

My hips pump faster, shaking his whole body. When the last bit of food enters him, I bite the juicy meat of his chest. My balls rose as a wave of cum flooded his belly button. At the same time he moans so loudly, all I can hear is the sound of his voice. His dick spews cum like a hose leaving him drained.

He catches his breath, too tired to move, with me holding myself on top of him. We stay there huffing for air as the climax subsides and our bodies clear up.

“Good job, pet.”

“Shut up, golden fucker.”

“I don’t see you complaining,” I said, rocking my hips against his belly.

“I’m tired, leave me alone now.”

“Too bad, we have to go to work. Now get off my bed.”

“Come on, I’m stuffed, at least help me again with that. Then we can leave.”

I sigh and sit beside him. Slowly rubbing his gut like before.

“I hope you see the unbelievable luck you have, the luck of getting my good graces like this pig.”

“Yeah whatever, can you rub more to the left.”

Applying more pressure, he released a belch and smiled proudly. His face brings a feeling of peace I haven’t felt in a while, I can’t remember the last time I was so at ease in my own quarters.

None of my pets before Zoro managed to embrace the lifestyle I offered them. Always resisting to their cores denying the joy of excess and pleasure. Meanwhile, here beside me lies the first man who has been able to accept it all and keep pushing for more.

He doesn’t care for luxury or control, an absolute idiot who can’t hide his true self from my eyes. In a way he has proven to be all I imagined of him, and surprised me thoroughly all the same.

I crave to tease him, spoil him, and rot him to his core with the lavish world of my making to see him transform even further. My train of thought got interrupted by his snoring.

The lazy pig is so thoroughly drained that he collapsed. I would throw anyone off this ship if they dare to overstay their visit to my bedroom, or even worse, take my bed as their own. But seeing him so peacefully rest on the right side of my bed, I can evade but wonder.

“One day off wont kill me.”

As I lay beside him on the bed, all my worries from the letters on my table to the crew outside, banished. He turned his body to the side leaving his flapping back exposed. I got closer, clinging my body to his. Letting my head rest on the nook between his neck and back. I can hear his breathing, the beating of his heart, and we are almost in sync, while both of us drift into sleep.

Roronoa Zoro is sinking deeper into my hands. But maybe I'm falling into his hands as well.

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Zoro

After our little breakfast session, Tesoro not only let me sleep for the day, he left me sleeping on his bed. Finally I could sleep on a proper bed, after months of hanging from walls and sleeping on dog beds.

When I saw the delivery guys sniffing around, acting like a bunch of dogs looking for fresh meat. I had a thought: Is my body making them act like that?

Then Tesoro pounced on me and the question started to sound more possible. Even then, I wasn't too sure what caused it or how it worked.

For the next two days I worked on a plan to test my supposed new ability. We are both at his office when my hands go down to my ass, slowly teasing my entrance. The juice gushes out of me as I tease my ass. Tesoro remained at his desk while I played with myself. He moved in his chair uncomfortably, tugging on his collar. Breathing in, more and more of the tainted air in the room.

His eyes started to glaze with lust, and his hands meandered his body. When he finally looked back at me, I was already in a safe position. His body emanates heat, a wild desire on his face.

I'm onto something, my scent is making him crazy with lust. The days passed with me using my newfound ability against him at every waking moment. Seeing him become a sweaty mess, looking back at me with needy eyes.

The other effect this experimental session had on me was that my sex drive continued to increase steadily. Just the memory of Tesoro over my body drowned my brain. Him shaking my sides, pinching my nipples, fucking my bellybutton. Fuck, when did it get that deep anyways!

My body has inflated into a balloon, a fat caricature of my former self. Even then, the more I grow the more my body experiences these highs of pleasure, I can't stop myself from imagining how it will feel in the future. Generally I would snap myself off this train of thought before acting upon it. But the longer I wait the harder it is for me to find an excuse not to indulge.

By the third day, every little glimpse of his body would make me go into a heated frenzy. And my scent would make him a sweaty huffing mess. Our bodies are going haywire for one another.

After a massive meal, I rationalized, If I have this chance, why not use it? So I asked him for help.

“Rub my belly, I'm stuffed.”

“Someone is demanding today.”

“Shut up, you want to help me anyway.”

Tesoro’s breath was fast as he approached me, rubbing his hands against my belly.

“I have to take care of my needy hog.”

Today was a busy day for him, this was meant to be a small break. Even then, he took his time massaging me thoroughly. The more he rubbed the more I wanted him to explore my body and I could feel the same urge in his eyes. As the massage broke an hour I could see the fight of his two drives, one craving to fuck me on the spot and the other trying to keep the facade of control. Is this how he felt when I was on the cage or the wall?

“Someone is excited,” I said, looking down at his crotch.

“I’m not the only one.”

“Why don't we go back to the quarters and stay there for the day.”

His eyes focused on me, the haze of lust gone for a second as he thought his answer. He is a pervert and a shitty capitan, even then he works religiously every day. If he is willing to miss another day of work, then our last day off wasn't just a fluke.

“I was waiting for you to ask.”

He pulled me from the collar and ran out of the restaurant, my thighs rubbed against each other and I felt winded by the time we made it to the limo. Once we were back in his quarters he ripped the clothes off my body in a heated delirious motion.

“Did you have to rip all of my clothes?”

“I'll buy them again, so shut up.”

We start to walk to the bedroom but just looking at the staircase makes me wince. If I play my cards carefully I could get him to install an elevator.

Leaving a sigh I said, “Why can’t you have an elevator?”

“No need for them till now. Besides, they aren’t the safest in an emergency.”

“This is an emergency.”

Suddenly, he picked me up and carried me over his shoulder.

“As long as I'm here you don't need an elevator, pet.”

It's not what I had in mind, but it works. As soon as we cross his bedroom door, he throws me in his bed. I thought he would skip the teasing since I suggested this, but he is determined to fuck with me.

The plan was to flex my newfound power with restraint, but it was too tempting not to use it as he turned more manageable. Tesoro would carry me around the ship, saving me the trouble of walking. Getting all the food and booze, I could stomach without having to leave the quarters.

For two days I managed to keep him at bay by letting him rub himself against my fat rolls. But like all of my other urges, my hole’s need for attention took over my brain.

It started in the theater box, we were watching another performance from the crew of dancers. The VIP room was empty besides us, Tesoro taking his notes of the show like always while I rotted out of boredom. Then the idea sprouts in my head, I spread my legs letting my scent flow. It doesn't take long for him to wriggle in his seat, his hand shaking as he takes the notes.

“When is it over? I want to do something else.”

He turned towards me, eyes popped open when he saw me sprawled on my chair. My hands were busy playing with my hole and nips while lazily chewing my food. He towered over me in an instant. His eyes focused, waiting for me to ask him to act.

“Come on, this will be more entertaining than whatever they are doing.”

He immediately spun me around and pumped me like a wild buck. Shortly after a rush of cum filled my guts and I emptied my balls on the theater chair. We stayed there fucking until we both were spent.

“Don't they perform every day? We could spend more time like this if you gave them a break.”

His expression softened as he replied, “Maybe.”

He ended up giving them a break once per week. The day they should perform we went to the Castaway Lounge and relaxed with the projections. When images of Boin Archipelago start to appear, my stomach growls and my dick rises. These two are connected forever now, maybe losing all this weight will be harder than I expected, but that's a problem for later.

For now my brain is only focused on one thing.

I walk beside him, resting my belly over his shoulder. His eyes go from my gut to my hard dick, tenting my already revealing clothes.

“I need some help here,” I said.

He moves fast, opening his fly and grabbing me by my sides. He carried me on top of his body before shoving his cock inside me. I needed this, yes!

By the time we were done I was a mess of cum, sweat and butt juice. The place was so drenched in my scent Tesoro decided to leave it as our personal VIP room. Maybe most of his guests won't enjoy being horned up to high gear just by standing inside the room.

The following day he works reinforcing golden pipes at the boiler room. The heat inside the room makes me sweat profusely. Well, more than I already do, lately I've been building a sweat with the slightest of things. Stretching to get myself a snack from the mini fridge will leave me an exerted mess.

Regardless, the boiling room has that effect on everyone. Tesoro's clothes stick to his body with the moisture. His scent musky as always brings back the memories of those days stuck in his wall and I feel my dick rising. Those days were meant to be torture, I need to stop thinking about them; My body has turned into this weird thing thanks to it.

“I want it now.”

“Not now Zoro, you can wait.”

Before he was done, I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him towards me. His face was tainted with a frown as he looked at me. Our bodies mash together, my ass rubbing against his crotch as I look up and say, “I need it now.”

“We are in the middle of the boiler room, we can't-”

He restrains a moan as I wiggle my butt against his crotch.

“You fucking slut, have you got no shame?” he said.

“Shut up and do it before someone enters.”

Tesoro slipped through my string thin thong while he slid his dick inside of me with ease. He lifted me off the floor, putting my legs at his sides. His arms flexed as he carried my weight while thrusted into me. The sweat from our bodies already clinged to our clothes, but in this position, all of my butt juice dripped into Tesoro’s suit.

Every so often he would look around, making sure no one would look.

“Focus, you are doing a sloppy job,” I said, smacking his face and directing it towards me.

That seemed to enraged him, his best response was to fuck me fast and wildly. I could feel my insides melt around his cock the faster he got.

When we were done, our clothes were ruined. He had to use some of the gold in the room to make us golden outfits, just in case anyone catches a glance at us. For a moment I thought he would lash back to this, I directly disobeyed an order. When he gives me a golden thong to wear back to the quarters I know his brain is too fried with lust to be mad.

“You are growing nicely, pet,” he said as he carried me up the stairs back to his bedroom.

I'm too tired to argue, “Why don't you order some sake or something?”

Damn I'm in dire need of training, I'm still exhausted from our session in the boiler room. While I struggled with my own laziness, Tesoro dropped me in his bed and reached for the letters at his table.

He read through some of them, instead of getting me a drink. Where is my sake, damn it!

“It seems like your friends are going to Whole Cake Island,” he said, a hint of concern in his voice.

I barely heard him, most of my attention was used in keeping myself awake. Even then, the mention of my friends catches enough of my attention.

“I don't know what type of crazy would willingly go to Big Mom's territory.”

“Our captain is a handful, they will be fine. Is that sake on the way?”

He looks for the next letter in the bunch and his eyes freeze at the logo on the envelope. The world government. Without opening the letter he puts it aside. For a moment I wondered if he would go out to read it or ask me to get off his bed, instead he got beside me, his slow breath remained hot against my neck as I started to fall asleep.

Days pass like that in a constant stream of sex, food, and sleep. I could ask Tesoro to do as I please and he would follow suit. Just for Tesoro to throw orders while we have sex and my body follows along. Maybe he wasn't so wrong after all, my body is an instrument of pleasure, capable of making even that Golden perv my plaything.

Maybe the rest of my time waiting for Luffy and the rest to rescue me won’t be that boring.

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#gay #male #growth #maleweightgain #weightgain #belly kink #male gainer #one piece #bhm weight gain #fat bhm

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hellsgreatestfaggot · 6 months ago

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H-Hey….. gulps…. Cultist Vox with a worship kink & male reader…. :3

SAY NO MORE this gonna get kinda 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.

Cultist!Vox x Male reader hcs & fic

WARNINGS: Dom!Vox ,, Praise AND degredation (ima spoil you today),Vox being kinda mean but ina hot way , Power kink, using wires to tie you up idk if that counts as bdsm , etc bro

how do i write a cultist “Haah! join this group of batman looking demons with daddy issues or face my wrath! (dick)”

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

• Starting off on a lighter note , i just KNOW he would be a switch, 100% top leaning and would 100% be a power bottom if he had to . (for this fic hes gonna be a top though😇)

• Would love hearing you whine, any noise at all you make he would adore, followed by praises and him speeding up and grunting into your neck from behind.

“Let me here that voice, c’mon now. Doing so good f’me.”

“Cmon baby i know you can take more.”

• Would REVEL in making you beg. He definitely has a power kink so he would adore how much you’d plead for him to touch you.

“Whats wrong, so desperate your already whining for me like a bitch? pathetic.”

• His hands. He has those claws, imagine him grabbing onto you, digging into your skin until you bleed a bit. once that happens and he takes notice, hed lick it off, again praising your endurance for this.

• Pet names and nicknames would be his shit ngl, hed rock with mean ones and praise ones. things like “Pretty Boy, Baby, Good boy” and for mean ones stuff like “Bitch, slut, cockwhore, etc”

• You know how he has wires? All im gonna say is Bondage. (“No bond stronger than those formed through bondage!!!!” -Angel dust) He would tie you up to make you shut up while you take him, and he would adore it.

You sat up, snapping out of a daze, slowly finding out that the entire time youd been in this meeting you’d been half asleep, beginning to lean back in your chair as Vox and the other people with you were droning off in the backround about political-company bullshit as usual, that you werent even intrested in. How you got roped into this so-called “Job” youll never know. Could have been drunk, could have been curiousity, or maybe it was just Vox himself. But now that youd signed your soul off to Vox and his company you couldnt leave, there was no escape, you simply had to attend those boring meetings he hosted, You had to be there to shine his shoes, fetch him documents, keep track of sales and you despised every vile second you had to be there. Atleast the money was good?

You sat up, glancing quickly at your watch and realizing you still had a long, long time before this bullshit was over. You leaned back in your chair, and glanced over at Vox who you had’nt even realize stopped talking. He was staring at you. “Fuck. how long was he looking at me? There goes my job i guess.“ You held eye contact with him as he walked towards you. He looked pissed. He came up behind your chair, placing a hand on your elbow and leaning into you.

“Stay put when were finished with this. I need to talk to you before we leave.”

For the rest of the night you behaved. You sat in perfect posture, chiming into each topic occasionally , praising Vox for his work, all in an attempt to not get fired. He eyed you all night, keeping a close eye on you. He knew you were sucking up to him. As much as you hated this job , Who wants to get fired? Ego damage first of all, second you need money for everything that is anything. Finally eveyone was dismissed. Everyone exept for you. You sat in your seat, attentive to Vox. You sat in that chair for what felt like hours, as Vox looked you up and down.

“What makes a pathetic worker like you think you have the right to pull that shit in the middle of a meeting.” Radio silence. “Answer me, now.” What were you supposed to say? “Sorry Vox! i just hate these dogshit meetings so much i just fell asleep!” He wouldnt take that. Noone would.“Since you dont wanna talk ill have to make you.” He bent down, eye to eye with you in the chair. His eyes were intoxicating. You didnt even realize what he had been doing. All you knew was that you lusted for him. It was like a craving only he could satisfy. You did the only thing you could think of and got on your knees, hoping to rip out any praises you could get from him.Within seconds he was stripping you down, and admiring the way you looked at him. He looked down at you, narrowing his eyes as he said the words “beg for it.”

You pleaded for him pathetically. Mindlessly. All while he gazed down at you, drinking up any whine or plead you had managed to spit out. “How pathetic of you. If you listen youll get what you want.” He pet your head like some sort of pet made for his amusement as he unzipped his pants, letting them hit the floor. only to be met with one word, “Suck.” As almost as if it was normal you immediately obeyed, taking him as he ruthlessly began to ram into you. Grunts filled the room as tears welled up in your eyes from how rough he was being “Whats wrong? cant—mnh—.,cant take it? Suck it up, whore.”

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This is getting to lengthy so im gonna cut you off here sorry pooks maybe ill make a part two if your super nice n buy vbucks/j!!

#vox #hazbin hotel #vox hazbin hotel #vox hazbin x reader #this is really gay #dont flop pls this took a long time #its late as hell and im still writing #leave requests :3

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blorbobutworse · 6 days ago

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I live. I have also consumed criminal amounts of FMA:B crossovers. So here's my take....possibly with a real fic on AO3 on the way (for once)

Mutant Edward Elric AU. As Usual, there's two different AU's.

one is a mutant Ed and Al AU, and the other is literally just Edward from FMA being thrown into the Marvel/ X-men Universe.

I lost my marbles guys. I want punkin piee

1.Actually a Mutant Edward (AAME AU)

In this one, he's a rural Appalachian kid who, after trying some crazy shit with his powers, ends up being taken into a special part of the military called Shield. They tell him he could help the world with his abilities, help people like him thrive, not just survive. And with his little brother hidden with Winry, the granddaughter of the mechanic and G.P. in town. In this AU, Edward is essentially picked up from the get go, and thus only gets to talk to Alphonse through military means.

Little does he know, his commanding officer knows about HYDRA. And he doesn't want a young mutant kid getting corrupted the same way he did, much less this kids little brother. So he secretly starts pulling old strings, and asks Madam Christmas for a favor in contacting one Charles Xavier.

(please note i have never been to the deep south so i can only assume how rural life there is, though i too, live somewhere rural.)

Edward lives in an extremely isolated town, growing up happily chasing goats and killing bugs by playing with a cup like a magnifying class until his mother, a retired Shield/Hydra Operative, finally dies of an illness/injury she had gotten before she had been forcefully retired.

As you can probably note, this 'little rural town' is actually where a lot of Shield and Hydra agents retire to. Which, because it's so isolated, also tends to bring in other more visible mutants, in hopes that they can live their lives safely there.

In this AU, Hohenheim would have been one of the Original Mutants, probably around the same age (If not older) than Wolverine. Unlike him though, Hohenheim did his best to NOT influence the world. That is... after the first time.

He was born in 1548, and he's born in the ottoman empire. He tries to live his life, terrified that, some day, people will turn against him for being a Witch. Still, at 25, with insane powers and a family who don't know about his abilities. he becomes desperate for a companion. Someone. Anyone, that he could speak to truthfully about his fears, and hopes, and know that he will be accepted, despite his tainted soul. And, when hired as a soldier to attack Cyprus, he goes. And there, fare away from home, he activated the largest 'circle' he'd ever attempted.

He tries to create life Frankenstein style, resulted in an entity called Father, essentially a bastardization of Truth.

However, due to his rush to make himself an immortal companion, his circle looks for enough energy to create this... being. It results in the decimation of the city he was living in, converting it into a ghost town in under three minutes.

It's the first time he disappears from a country, from a family...but it won't be the last

Unfortunately, all that energy didn't just go to Father, and this grants Hohenheim a sort of immortality. He feels he has to kill that which he has created., so they essentially play a game of cat and mouse for years.

He ends up in the US under asylum during the first world war, lives his life, and finally chooses to put down his rage at a creature that has been haunting him for the past 430 years, and he moves to a small town in the Appalachians. He never expects to meet someone who would bring him so much light and life and joy, and just as his little Alphonse is born-

There are mutterings of Father stirring again.

And.

He leaves. He has to finish what he started before Father finds his children, his love. Hopefully it won't take to long.

But he'd never been the best at keeping track of time.

...

Back to Edward, his superior, on one of his missions when he turns fifteen, results with him in the middle of nowhere, New York. He's

Although the students are very wary of him, despite his short stature, Xavier realizes that this is who he's been contacted about. A little too similar to Wolverine, what with the mutants being turned into weapons, he puts them in a room and hopes for the best. They both come out a little bloodied, but instead of running or calling SHIELD, Edward leaves with a...contemplative, look on his face.

Wolverine just huffs, and says 'That little punk packs a punch."

T.B.C.

2. Edward Elric in Marvel AU

It's literally just Edward Elric, and as with most cross overs, Truth wants him to fix some stuff int he marvel Universe (which shall be my beautiful bastard baby AU of the movies AND the comics), with only the knowledge of English and the knowledge that he has to fix something.

(it's infinity war guys he's gonna go to space he's going to kill Thanos with the power of Elric: No and also Fuck OFF

guys please do u see the visio-)

He gets dropped in front of Xavier's school for gifted children, manages to waltz on in thanks to this thing called making a tunnel out of alchemy,, and although the team initially tries to attack him, after seeing a 15 year old CHILD WITH TECH THAT ONLY HYDRA AND ONE SPECIFIC HERO KNOWs HOW TO MAKE

they call Tony Stark. He is very exited to look at this kids incredibly detailed arm.

In the meantime though, all the people get to know him, and with Edwards dialect essentially being like. a super rural old version of German, they bring Kurt in to be able to interpret what he's muttering to himself.

Cue the Edward not so gently arguing his Atheism Points, offhandedly mentioning that he has met something that Totally Wasn't God Trust Me, Wolverine steps in, and gives him a nice little talking to, that makes

This, in turn, makes Edward freak the fuck out. Obviously this guy is a chimera. or something. Fuck. Not more of these guys.

And then they have to forcefully sit him down and explain that mutants Are A Thing. It's even more confusing for them because everyone assumed he already knew, considering how he got into the building.

A few weeks later, Tony finally get's to them, and is pleasantly surprised to see a little blonde boy with his nose in a mechanical engineering engine systems textbook. Of course, he makes the mistake of calling him little, prompting a swift evisceration of his ego via Edwards signature move: being a teenage bitch.

The real question is how Edward reacts to the Scarlet Witch.

T.B.C.

Als I wanted to write more about him and Kurt in detail but i am. so tired rn, so I shall leave that up you YOU GUYS TO IMAGINE YIPEEEEE

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littlesparklight · 10 months ago

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Timeline of the Epic Cycle I

Chopping this up in two (and skipping the Iliad parts, I only made that writeup for myself so I could keep track of the number of days/which books they happened in anyway lol), for those of you who might be interested!

My own ordering of matters, of course; some notes at the bottom under a cut.

-5 The judgement in (very) early spring; Paris goes to Sparta early in the sailing season, spring Paris and Helen sail around the eastern Mediterranean for a bit, while Agamemnon and Menelaos starts gathering the suitors. -4 Late spring Achilles gets found out after having been put in hiding on Skyros for a year by his mother. They gather at Aulis mid-summer the year after for the ill-fated omen spelling out how long the war will last, they sail for Troy, but mistake Teuthrania in Mysia for Troy and attack it, Telephos defends it, is injured by Achilles but otherwise routes the Achaeans, who finally realize this isn't Troy. They leave, and fleet scattered by storm. Achilles takes his ships to Skyros after the storm since Peleus had asked them to suppress the rebellion there, the Skyrians are Dolopians and thus technically under Peleus/Phoenix's authority. After an initial battle, Lykomedes bends and gives his daughter Deidamia in marriage to Achilles as a symbol of his/his father's authority. Neoptolemos is born only shortly after the marriage. As the commanders limp their way home and regroup, it's decided to use this time to more properly prepare. [Odysseus decides he's very much NOT going a second time, probably insert the prophecy mentioned in the Odyssey here, but not earlier, as additional reason, and starts planning for how to make sure it doesn't happen.]

0 Rounding up the leaders again, early-mid spring; Odysseus' madness. [Telephos comes to Mycenae for his healing and promises to lead them to Troy], Agamemnon's insult to Artemis as they've gathered at Aulis, this lasts for ~three weeks before Iphigenia is sent for; sacrifice of Iphigenia (Artemis takes her to Tauris). Late spring, they sail for Troy. Reaching Tenedos, attacking it, Achilles kills Tennes. They have a sacrifice to Apollo at his main sanctuary on the island, with a feast, Achilles is invited/comes late, and they start without him. Philoctetes is bit by the snake during that sacrifice. Cycnus gathers a force and goes to Troy to warn the city when he sees Tenedos burning. The Achaeans leave for the Trojan shore, the landing is messy (Protesilaos on the Achaean side and Cycnus on the Trojan are killed); the Trojans retreat into the city and the Achaeans gather to send an envoy to Troy, which fails.

0-9 raids and attacks on the surrounding countryside and coast all up and down Asia Minor/Thrace, all the way down to Caria and the islands nearest to the coast. A couple attempts at storming Troy fail, while the Trojans mostly stay in the city without engaging, or only close to the walls. 1-2 Famine as the initial resources dry up and the Trojans are still doing fine. Odysseus, trying to gather grain from Thrace, fails [because most Thracians are at least passive allies of Troy], Palamedes suggests/brings up the daughters of Anius to Agamemnon, who agrees, so Palamedes, Menelaos and Odysseus goes to Delos. Perhaps Odysseus' persuasiveness fails, and it's Palamedes and Menelaos who manage to convince Anius, to add further "insult"? 2 Epipole found out by Palamedes, stoned to death by the Achaeans. 3 Palamedes' murder, the Oinotropoi taken charge of by Agamemnon. 4 Troilus is murdered by Achilles. 5 The Oinotropoi "escape" by being turned into birds. [This leads to more heavier and wide-ranging sacking as the Achaeans now have to rely on outside sources of foodstuff aside from meat, which, as long/soon as they have a breeding stock and feed/grazing for them, can be maintained in camp.] 5 As a result of the above, Achilles drives off the cattle of Aeneas by approaching Ida from the south coast. He kills Priam's son Mestor during this. Chases Aeneas to Lyrnessos; Lyrnessos and Pedasos are sacked, Briseis' family and husband killed, she's given to Achilles. Aeneas gets away, however. 6 (early) Achilles wishes to see Helen, as this thing is dragging (though he knows about the reading of the snake and sparrows omen, of course) and wishes to know if she's truly worth it. He then restrains the restless mass of the army into staying. [7 Dardanos is attacked and sacked, driving the survivors and the Dardanian branch of the royal family to Troy?] 7 Lykaon taken while he's out at night to get supplies for a new chariot and sold on Lemnos as a slave (he's given back to Priam years later, coming home only twelve days before his death (during the days the Achaeans/Achilles is waiting for the gods to return)). 8 (mid-early) Thebe Hypoplakia is sacked (completely unprepared, as Andromache's brothers are out tending their herds and a sacrifice to Artemis is being held, the one Chryseis is attending (suggested by Anderson in The Fall of Troy in Early Greek Poetry and Art), Chryseis is given to Agammemnon. Andromache's mother taken but ransomed to Troy and then sent onwards to her father, where she dies of sickness sometime before the main action in the Iliad. 8-9 (late eight, early ninth); the majority of Trojan allies arrive, most of those coming from outside the Troad.

Almost all the details for these nine years are just elaborated details from the fragments of the Cypria, or scholia attached to it.

-I've chosen to add five years; at the very least I think you need two (in that case probably making the first, mistaken attack an impulsive and quickly put-together affair very shortly after Paris and Helen have come to Troy), so there can be proper preparations. The Bibliotheke, undoubtedly following a general and earlier tradition, goes with Helen's "it's been twenty years" and inserts ten. It then puts the first muster and the attack on Teuthrania two years after Helen's abduction; the Achaeans do not gather again until eight years later after being scattered by the storm.

-to adjust for the extra years, Odysseus' feigned madness thus comes before second muster, instead of the first. Both because it makes better sense (knowledge of the ten-year duration of the war, that at least some gods are against them given that storm/hitting the wrong city, the prophecy he gets given in Ithaka), and because Telemachus must of course be born closer to the second muster than the first, given the years passed/his age at the end.

-The Achilles-Skyros episodes are based on the Iliad's mention of him sacking/attacking it, plus a tradition that gave a reason as to why this would've happened. The aborted attack by Lykomedes surrendering and officially marrying Deidamia to Achilles in the aftermath is my own arrangement. In the Bibliotheke, Achilles is 15 at the first muster.

-In the Kypria, the Achaeans sack Tenedos and land on Troy's shores before they send an embassy. The Bibliotheke, if the phrasing of the section preserves the meaning of the fuller account better, have the Achaeans send the embassy from Tenedos itself. Only very late versions have the embassy being sent before even the first muster.

-The famine subplot is as old as the lost epics, at least; one of the ways Palamedes is murdered is while he's out on a fishing expedition with Odysseus and Diomedes (fishing being something you "only" did in starvation conditions lol), for example. The daughters of Anius magically provide food for the army at least for part of the length of the ten years, and it's specifically not Odysseus who manages to get them to the Achaeans' camp at Troy. Usually Palamedes' murder is imagined relatively early, in some variants even earlier than this, but to work with the famine subplot and the girls, I've put it here.

-the way the war has been waged in the nine years up to the Iliad has mostly been taken from mentions in the Iliad (though there they seem to imagine the Trojans still fighting on the ground, just next to the walls), with some elaborations as seemed logical.

-I inserted an attack/sacking of the city of Dardanos, since it seemed logical to move Aeneas' family from there (as his great-grandfather was king of the place) to Troy at some point during the war. Dardanos has been imagined as both being on the coast (later versions, based on a real city of Dardanos) and in the foothills of Mount Ida (earlier versions).

-In the Bibliotheke, the allies turn up in the last year of the war. This seems to be ALL of them; I decided to cut it down to those who are coming from further away than the Troad itself. It seems logical to me that those in the actual country would gather around Troy throughout the nine years, if one does go with a late appearance of the other allies.

#trojan war #greek myth thoughts #the iliad

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ghostlyschizophrenic · 2 months ago

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tw for below the “read more”: overdosing, suicidal thoughts, self harm

i’m venting about stuff under here so don’t report my blog or whatever i’m tagging the triggers so you don’t have to see it and i’m adding the read more i’m not dying i’m not dead and i’m not trying to be. i just need to get this off my chest and somewhere i can come back to it and maybe one of you can like send me a picture of a bat or something to cheer me up idk

i made a fucking notion database to track my ativan supply and how much i can overdose on when i need it and for how i’ve essentially given up trying to stay clean of cutting and just track when it happens and what state of healing the cuts are in so i can make sure i keep them clean and shit

i got really pissed off today and took 16mg of ativan but i don’t think it’ll kill me - ive taken 15mg before and never went to the hospital and just kinda hid in my room until i wasn’t fucked up so badly i couldn’t interact with my parents so i don’t think 1mg is gonna be the thing that ends this fucking existence.

i won’t have enough to wait out the next refill while still being able to at least take 8mg when i need a goddamn break, but i see my psychiatrist on wednesday and ive agreed with my parents to go off my saphris for a different medication because my impulse control has disappeared and im just spending a lot of money all the time and unlike the cutting and pills i can’t hide that from them since they control my bank account. but since i see my psychiatrist and im preparing for feeling like shit while going through yet another antipsychotic medication change, i can probably get away with asking for either a higher prescription of my ativan and not have to take as many pills to OD (i’m prescribed 1mg + 1-2 more as needed a day for 30 days so i have a 90 pill monthly supply) or ask for a refill sooner on the grounds of taking it “more frequently” to help the impulse control

honestly i don’t care if i die at this point. i’m not speeding up the process on purpose or anything, but i don’t think ill live that long once i move out in december. i won’t purposefully attempt, but idc if one day i forget how much ativan ive taken already and take another dose and end up dead, im not heartbroken over it

#tw drugs #tw ativan #tw overdose #tw overdosing #tw suicidal thoughts #tw suicide #tw suicidal tendencies #tw cutting #tw self harm #suicidal tendencies #suicidal ideation #tw suicidal ideation #tw suicidality #ghost.txt #tw benzodiazepines

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sillyandquiteawkward · 1 year ago

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ME AGAIN ! GUY WHO LIKES YOUR OCS ! (apparently this didn't send before but thankfully I saved it beforehand !)

Okay So I really really like Bailey and his siblings because they're literally SO bad coping mechanisms core. Like damn therapy wasn't kidding that Child Abuse really Can leave you altered for the rest of your life !

Ignatius is Fawn, due to having had to have adapted into a role of a peacekeeper for people in the house not to fucking bite each other, but also because I can really see him trying to sympathize with everyone around him in an attempt to make himself more approachable, more demure, smaller even, so that no one is mean to him. He wants things to be "normal" Soooo Bad he can't stand the fact people won't just talk to each other despite it feeling like the most logical option [<- Bro cannot accept the circumstances of a much more complicated relationship between his siblings than he originally fathomed !]

Bailey is Flight to me, because much like Octavia points out in that one comic you made innnnn 2022 (? I TINK !), instead of actually solving the issues that bother him head on and face the consequences of doing so, he'd rather walk around them a billion different ways and pretend to be busy and avoidant and Cool because dealing with actual conflict is SCARY !!!!!!! Call this guy "Mask of my own face" by Lemon Demon the way he has never once in his life felt the full extent of his emotions due to an underlying self imposed expectation to be this untouchable being who's always right and never actually has to have a heart to heart with anyone <3. I just think its interesting how you write Bailey to be this all-logic-no-play person, while also giving him the feeling that all of this is an act waiting to fall apart, and that he does not in fact Know A Damn Thing. He's the world's dumbest smart man I wish I could throw him in a well <- loving

And Octavia, of course, is Fight, but not JUST because she's exceedingly aggressive in order to cover up her own insecurities and fear of not being her an actual individual ! There's so much more to her and I'm FASCINATED frankly. She lives in a shadow of someone who has never had much regard for her accomplishments, and now she wants SO BAD to prove that "NO, YOU WERE WRONG, I AM SO GOOD AT THIS AND SO SUCCESSFUL" that she ends up losing her personality along the way. She's so focused on the achievements she has gotten, the fights she has won, the struggle SHE ALONE overcame, that she forgets that she's like... a person. Octavia has been on self defense mode for so long that she's forgotten HOW to take off all that armour, and now she's just stuck under hundreds of pounds of metal waiting for that one final thing that's going to make her happy. I just need to work a little harder ! I just need to do this better ! I just need a little more time to work on this and then I can rest ! I am good ! I am good ! She shouts. And then, when she FINALLY gets that score, that perfect track record, she's like "Great ! This proves me my worth and that I am in fact Good !...Now what". It's never enough and it has never been enough but fucking dammit she will prove it to herself to her mom and to her shitass lazy siblings that NO I AM GOOD. I JUST NEED TO KEEP MOVING FORWARD. IM DOING GOOD BECAUSE I WORK HARD. She's normal ♡ [I love her so bad but PLEASE give her mood stabilizers]

Hoohhg this ended up longer than I imagined but anyway. Tldr, Im Bailey I'm Iggy and Im Octavia the MENTAL ILLNESS siblings <3

(Long essay anon here again sorry) I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT YOUR OCS CONSTANLTY IM SO SORRY. They came into my house (brain) one day and they haven't left so now I'm conducting experiments on them. They're so cool and I really want you to know that they are. 50 ttrillion dollars for yiu

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i literally love this soooo much please always feel free to have thoughts about my ocs ANYTIME! your thoughts about the bayleys are SO RIGHT. the mental illness siblings realness 😔 hehehehehe i think its really interesting that they ended up showing off the fight/flight/fawn responses. its not something i entirely planned for them, but its accurate. i especially enjoy the thoughts on bayley's flight response, it really is interesting how hes a master at avoiding things.

some doodles on your thoughts and what i thought would be silly in response. <3 bc i live for this stuff and it makes my day to read things like this, let alone on my own characters (sobbing crying <3<3)

#doc bayley #octavia #ignatius #silly art tag

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trainingdummyrabbit · 1 year ago

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ok. limbusspoilers im still not over it <3 track rambling, yay

so listening to compass over and over in a half manic state Does Things To Your Brain <3 this isnt an analysis so much as a Talking About It Because Otherwise Ill Just Keep Being Haunted

the think that really really Gets me about the track is, specifically, its instrumental and mixing. ive spoken a lot about its distance, its murkiness-- but what i really wanna exemplify is the guitar. not an angry screeching, but this almost solemn, melodic pulsing like ripples across the water. it never comes to the foreground, it simply stays back, a constant, repeating chant. i dont know how to describe that execution (im not a formal music guy) but it uses a soundfont that sounds like Reminiscing does. and when it does do those stings, quiet as they are, it conveys this silent intensity that i cant describe so much as Feel. nails digging into any purchase it could find, straining, deeper and deeper, sinking, and sinking In. and then the second accompanying guitar layer kicks in at the "hold on tight--" still harrowing in tone, but bringing forth the imagery of climbing, clawing your way up rather than digging in and sinking down. again, something to be said about the expectation of the track being loud and bombastic and angry, only to be this cold, distant simmering. having those guitars-- those Specific guitars-- act in such a way is what truly pulls the entire thing together. even at its height, even at its most desperate, the track retains this surface tension-- this barely held-together image of calm. if not calm, then steadiness. the main crack in that facade is in fact mili's voice-- how it cracks and strains as it reaches for a resolution, the desperate attempt to stay steady, stay firm, against everything rushing past. the repeated "my compass is curiosity" takes on less of a revelation intent (solely,) but something of a mantra, a dont forget, dont forget, this is what we are holding on for. dont let go. something she-- ishmael-- had held onto so long ago, briefly smothered into obscurity, now becoming the very star she reaches for. that tether that keeps her grounded.

And another thing to be said about it is the way it is mixed in-game. even through everything, that heartbeat, a main driving force of the track, is still muffled. it gives the sensation that everything falls away except one thing-- the voices. sounds of combat overlap and mix into sludge, but the one thing that stands clear is the Dialogue. you cant hear anything else But it, no matter how hard you try. the music falls to a lull, and that piercing, grating taunting and laughter is all that you can focus on. and speaking of, the way that the encounter fades between its lyrical buildup and the simmer of the backing instrumental is also deeply striking. it doesnt feel like a boss track. not like one usually would. it feels like a trial. the way it fades in and out with ishmael's focus, every flashback-- its not standing in the present moment. its like watching from the background, as everything falls to pieces, watching, watching. this isnt a call forward, this isnt anything like that. its a test. almost as if casting the present moment in a flashback itself. it's seeing what ishmael can make of herself. if she can make something of herself. she is the focus, the subject, rather than the one calling it forward. the music doesnt come from her, it comes from around her. it is to say, "here is the truth of everything. now what will you do?" somehow it manages to call in the feeling of both dissociation and unwavering focus. as if moving on instinct, on strings; this is it, this is it. as if to truly call into question just how hardy she is-- just how much she can take. and once she truly conquers it, once she steps past and reaches forward, then and only then does that grating noise fall away-- only then does quiet fall-- the distant calls of what she left behind fading away.

anyway i remembered what the guitar reminded me of. black sun - death cab for cutie. have fun

#auhghghhghg this was more than i thought dfjgndk #anyway pm once again lodging itself into my soul whether i like it or not. this is gonna circle round and obliterate me again ican feel it.#piktalk #projmoon

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paganwitchisis · 6 months ago

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What Love Can Change

Chapter one: The Night that Started it All

Rated: E for Explicit!!

Pairing: AFAB Female Tav/Spawn Astarion

Words:10,359

TRIGGER WARNING -Breeding kink, violence, descriptions of trauma, sexual assault, torture, suicide attempt and mention/idealization, self harm, starvation, depression, pregnancy, hyper-sexuality, and rape.

Summary: Feeling ill one night, female Tav went out for air in Baldur’s Gate only to be kidnapped, beaten, and raped. After the incident, Astarion is out for blood and walks a fine line between supporting his significant other and tracking down the monster who did this to her. Consequences unfold from the altercation, and Tav ends up with child, changing the dynamic between Astarion and Tav. Will Astarion get vengeance for the woman who laid beaten in camp and will he stay with her when it is discovered she is with child? What will she do with the pregnancy? Additional situations unfold, and Astarion learns how love can change a person. Fluff and smut along with action and drama occur! Spawn Astarion x AFAB Female Tav.

There is a LOT of smut so be warned!

AO3 link is here!!

THIS IS AN ADULT LONG FIC. 18 OR OLDER ONLY

Note: I wrote this to cope with my mother’s death. My mind was a mess (still is to be blunt) so hopefully everything makes sense and has continuity. I tried to keep Astarion in character as best I can as he did change and heal after Cazador. I MAY plan to make a follow up piece about Astarion and Tav as parents but it depends on how popular this piece gets. I really hope I did not make any of the characters OOC as I tried to justify any subtle changes in them. There is a LOT of smut (ESPECIALLY towards a particular 3 days (BUT IS EXPLAINED IN LATER CHAPTERS WHY). I wont say what because of plot lol and I tried to make it make sense as to why). I suffered severe abuse as a kid and although I wasnt raped as a child (I had physical, mental and emotional abuse), I have been and continue to suffer rape and sexual abuse from domestic abuse (financial, mental, emotional, sexual abuse) currently. A child has resulted from an encounter where I said no (thankfully he looks like my twin and I love him dearly but the outcome shouldn’t have happened). I wrote Tav to react as I would but I know not everyone reacts the same to rape. I am hyper-sexual so my experience is different than others but I figured if I wrote Tav like I would react, it would make sense to some people why she still desires and wants Astarion after the attack

Story:

It was a breezy spring night in Baldur’s Gate when the group settled in for the night in the Elfsong Tavern after a long day taking down Orin and some cultists in the sewers. Tav, Astarion, Karlach and Shadowheart were covered in blood and viscera as they joined their peers on the second floor of the establishment.

“Getting this gunk out of my hair is going to be a nightmare!” Astarion whined.

“If you wore a helmet, you wouldn’t have to worry about that.” Tav commented while chuckling to his comment.

“And deprive people of seeing my fabulous hair?” Astarion laughed, and went to get cleaned up.

Tav laughed but held her head in a grimace. Since they left the temple, she had a throbbing headache and body aches. Tav was fearful. She last felt ill when the tadpole was trying to turn her into a mind flayer so Tav was worried that the Emperor’s protection was diminishing or that something was wrong. On the other hand it was also possible that Tav was genuinely sick which was also not a welcome thought. They only had one Netherstone left to acquire, and although Gortash wasn’t actively working against them, it wouldn’t be long before he heard of Orin’s death. They weren’t ready to take on Gortash yet anyways. They had other things to handle first, because once they set out to get the last stone, it was made abundantly clear that it would be the point of no return. If they had a chance to gather allies, it was now. They still needed to go to the House of Hope and steal the Orphic Hammer, they needed to awaken Ansur, and kill a hag (not to mention all the other small quests they had neglected to do). Long story short, there was a lot of stuff to do.

Tav sighed and made her way to get a nice hot bath.

A few hours later, Tav was squeaky clean, but she felt terrible. She was burning up with a fever at this point, in addition to her body aches and headache. Tav was fearful until the emperor confirmed that she was not transforming, that she was merely sick, which agitated her. They had too much to do for her to hold them up and get sick. What if she got someone else sick? Where did she catch it from? Burning up from the fever, Tav wanted to get some fresh air, plus she was a little more than upset from the situation, so cooling off was a good idea to her.

From the other side of the room near the bunks, Astarion was standing near his bed and was pretending to read a book, as was his usual repertoire. In reality, he was watching the room. Something was off with Tav since killing Orin, and Astarion wanted to ensure it was something harmless. Astarion realized was that Tav was ill, one whiff of Astarion's heightened senses could tell him that much. Astarion was understandably concerned as he was in a relationship and cared a great deal about the woman, but before he could act on it, Tav slipped out the doors after speaking to the little girl they rescued…Yenna, was it? Astarion closed his book and tossed it on top of his bed before making his way to the child.

“Yenna, where did she go?” Astarion asked gently as the little girl had just left a traumatic situation just hours before.

Yenna looked up from eating her soup and swallowed before replying.

“She said she needed some air. She didn’t feel good.”

Astarion nodded and returned to his place by his bed, but he had a bad feeling. He hoped that was all it was.

Tav meanwhile didn’t make it far from the Tavern when a wave of dizziness overcame her. Tav leaned against the side of a building for support, the concrete digging into her calloused hands. Tav’s breathing became heavy panting, and Tav started to think it may be a good idea to return to the others and lie down. She turned around and saw the sign for the Tavern when a heavy thunk against her head made her world grow black. She collapsed against the hard ground and was grabbed by a cloaked figured and dragged off to an empty building not far off unbeknownst to the others eagerly waiting for her inside.

Tav awoke to a stabbing pain in her head and a dull ache in her joints. She was sweating from her fever, and was a little out of it from the illness. She glanced around and recognized the house. They were there before when looking for pieces of Dribbles. It was some place that the Bhaalists used to stage the bodies of the murder for a ritual but why was she there?

“About time you woke up.” a male voice spoke.

She couldn’t make out the face much, and the voice wasn’t familiar. Tav went to move but quickly realized her limbs were restrained by rope.

“What do you want!?” Tav asked, cutting to the chase.

“You’ll see” He mumbled and wasted no time ripping and cutting Tav’s under clothes that she wore so she sat there bare. Tav curled within herself to shield her body from being viewed but to no avail. The man licked his lips and roughly grabbed her breasts.

“Stop, no! Leave me alone!!” Tav pleaded. The man ignored her and instead grabbed a roll of tape and pulled a sheet off. He slapped it onto her mouth, narrowly missing her nose so she was still afforded the ability to breathe. The man kept grabbing her and sexually accosting her. He finally got between her legs and yanked them open. He took some rope and tied her knee to a table and her other knee to a heavy, thick and sturdy chair. Her legs were spread, and all she could do was watch and whimper. She prayed someone was looking for her or that she would be saved somehow. She knew she was wishing for a false hope.

“That’s right, bitch.” The man accidentally dropped his cloak to reveal his face, and Tav finally got a good look at him before he quickly draped it back over and concealed himself. He had a tattoo on his face and an insignia on his chest that was familiar. Tav couldn’t place it because she was panicking. She knew what he had in mind based on what was going on. He was going to rape her. Aside from Astarion, she hasn’t slept with anyone in a long time. Even in Astarion’s case, due to his trauma, they hadn't been intimate much, they slept with each other a couple times a few months ago and then once after Cazador’s fall but other than that? They hadn't slept together due to everything that had been going on and because of the trauma. It never bothered Tav as she loved Astarion, and felt they would go as slow as need be, even though he claimed that wasn’t much of a concern anymore because he wanted to live again. That he wanted to move past it, but she knew that takes time. Now, in the present and watching this unknown man undo his pants, Tav was struck with how desperate the situation was.

“Mmph!” Tav tried to yell through the tape, but it was muffled. It didn’t save her from the man forcing himself inside of her. Since it was obviously a forced entry, The man had hurt Tav deeply from shoving himself inside as it was a dry entry and unwelcome. It was painful and Tav cried from the forced intrusion. It was violating emotionally and physically. Tav had no other recourse but to endure having the man on top of her as he furiously pounded her private space. Time seemed to both speed up and slow down. It slowed down with the sexual assault as she felt the tearing and the invasion into herself. It also sped up because before she was aware of how long or how much time had passed, he had finished…spewing his filthy seed inside of her.

The man got up, and the next thing Tav knew, a blow to the side of the head connected and disoriented her. She was confused because first she was being invaded and now he had hit her. What was going on? Was it because she saw his face? Was he going to try to kill her? Was anyone trying to find her?

The man struck another blow to Tav’s head and then another. He pulled back and tucked his member back in his pants before he struck Tav in the stomach,then straightened up and kicked Tav in the face and between the legs (as her legs were sill tied open). This kick was hard enough that the kick between the legs gave off a cracking noise upon contact. Tav tried to cry out but the tape on her mouth constricted that. The kick between her legs brought the sturdy chair down with her and toppled on top of her. Tav tried to turn her head to see what he was doing next but her right eye was too swollen to see out of. The next thing she knew, there was cold cutting feeling slowly against the top of her right thigh. Tav tried to call out, to cry, but it was useless. She tried to see what was going on, and she saw he was using a dagger to cut her but not lethally. He wasn’t aiming to kill her…yet. He was taking his time with her. Fear gripped her as she realized she was nothing but a plaything to him. The wound was deep but not enough to kill her. Another blow to the head came and with it came the sweet release of unconsciousness.

The next time she came to she realized she was no longer bound but was beaten further. Her left arm was broken so badly that the bone had pierced the skin, her shoulder aching from a stab wound and she was so many shades of black and blue that it was any wonder if anyone could identify her. She looked around with her good eye and noticed she was in a basement of some sort and that she had been left alone. He must have gotten tired of torturing a lifeless body. Moving as quickly as she could, Tav went to the door to find it unsurprisingly locked. Tav smirked, her lover was a rogue who taught her many new things. One of which was how to pick a lock without any tool kits. Tav tried to work on the door the best she could with the injuries she sustained, and when she thought she was out of options, the door gave way. Crouching the best she could, which was no easy feat, Tav snuck out of the house and was surprised to find it empty. Maybe he planned to return later? Tav made her way the best she could back to the Elfsong Tavern, but it was getting increasingly difficult. Every step she took was heavier than the last one. Every breath felt like a gnoll was sitting on top of her. Tav took her good arm and ripped the tape off her face, fearful that any noise made in the house would have alerted the attacker.

In the Elfsong Tavern, everyone had fallen asleep except for Astarion and Scratch. Astarion took to sitting in a chair near the front door, waiting for her to return and growing impatient when the hour grew late and it showed no sign of her. Astarion paced briefly before deciding he would go look for her, his concern growing to a point where he could not wait any longer.

Astarion walked outside when he encountered a strong whiff of blood…and not just anyone’s blood. He was intimately familiar with this person’s blood as he fed off her often. A chill ran up the back of his neck and the little hairs stood on end. Before Astarion knew what was going on, Astarion was following the scent of blood to find her, hoping and begging that she’d be okay. The smell was too strong for his liking, he knew she was injured at the very least.

Astarion turned down an alley when she saw a person collapsed against the wall, bloody and naked…Bruised, but definitely Tav. Astarion would know anywhere that body and blood. Astarion rushed to her and found her unconscious. Fearful, Astarion checked her pulse and found her to be alive, but in a bad shape. He wasn’t concerned with assessing her yet, he needed to get her to a safe location. There was no guarantee that the person who did this to her wouldn’t strike again. Astarion gently picked her up and got her back to the Elfsong Tavern. Upon closing the doors behind him, Astarion proceeded to put Tav down on her bed, cover her naked bloody body up and woke up the party to help heal and take care of the woman he loved. Astarion went to Shadowheart first.

“Shadowheart, please, wake up! It’s Tav! She is severely hurt! Help her, please!!” Astarion was in panic and was shaking Shadowheart’s shoulders.

Shadowheart woke up immediately, and after a moment of grogginess, responded by rushing to Tav’s side while Astarion woke the rest. The party worked on Tav throughout the night. Karlach fetched a healer while Halsin reset the bone in Tav’s arm. Tav’s femur was ultimately broken and was splinted. She suffered a concussion, and the healer had further, more sensitive news to announce. The healer didn’t feel comfortable expressing it to everyone in the room and asked if anyone was immediate family or a significant other. Astarion, who had been sewing up the sensitive cut on his beloved’s thigh as the top of the cut was near her private area and he didn’t feel comfortable letting another do that for her, perked up. Astarion was cursing the fact that the battle with Orin had cost their spellcasters their energy that they had to rely on more crude methods.

“That would be me.” Astarion dropped the cloth back down to cover her back up and walked to the healer. They walked to the other side of the room where the healer sighed and began to explain.

“The young lady was sexually assaulted. In simpler terms…she was raped.” Astarion felt bile threaten to rise up from this statement. The woman he loved had something so terrible done to her and he was useless to protect her. But that was not all as he healer continued. “She was torn open. I repaired most of the damage, but she will have...Difficulty, because of her wounds.”

“Difficulty?”

“I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that she should abstain from sex until the wounds heal. She also may have difficulty using the lavatory. It is very important to keep the wounds clean.” The healer handed him a pouch at this point. “Use this to accelerate the healing process. Mix it with water.”

Astarion was in shock. As someone who went through sexual related trauma, he was aghast at the situation. A white hot rage was festering deep within him. Astarion wanted to seek vengeance. First thing was first, he had to help her get stable and find out enough information to figure out where to start looking for the asshole who did this to her. If only they didn’t use all their potions in the battle against Orin earlier in the day… With it being the dead of night, most apothecaries would be closed which meant he would have to do things the hard way until they could get something to help her heal.

Astarion returned to the group, angry and paler as Shadowheart sat down near Tav after using more healing magic. She was exhausted, using her magic constantly to help Tav rest peacefully after barely having little time to recharge after the large battle they had with obtaining the Netherstone not long ago. Tav was looking better but was not out of the woods. She was still unconscious but her one eye was no longer badly swollen. Her body was wrapped in bandages and lie naked but covered by bed sheets. The wounds were sewed shut, the leg wound by Astarion and the shoulder wound by Jaheira.

Astarion kept the new information to himself. He wasn’t sure who Tav would want to know about the sexual assault and he knew it wasn’t his information to give.It didn’t take long for the group to be exhausted from lack of sleep and expending all their energy and spell slots on healing Tav. Astarion never left Tav’s side the whole time except to speak to the healer. He was covered in her blood but he made no motion to clean up or get some sleep. Many tried to speak to Astarion and implore him to get some rest, but he refused. He mentioned the need for lookouts. He was worried whoever it was would return to finish the job.

“You could just sleep with her, you know. We all know you’re a couple, so it isn't odd or anything.” Karlach commented as she moved the statue they had commissioned behind the door after the healer had left. She figured it would be extra protection for them all.

“If anything happens, you would be the first to know.” Halsin followed up.

Astarion thought it over and agreed. He changed his clothes and grabbed a fresh blanket free of blood. He may be her lover but he was still a vampire and all this blood was killing him. He looked around before removing her blanket and exposing her naked and battered body, which made Astarion frown after putting the new blanket on before he slid in beside her, his back to the door as if to shield her. Astarion wrapped his arm very lightly over her upper stomach, he dared not touch her breasts like he used to, not after the assault…not until she felt safe in her body again. He then draped his leg over hers, tucked his head on the pillow and chastely kissed her forehead.

“Rest, my love, I’ll be here for you.”

Astarion’s sleep was restless, his tadpole linked to Tav’s briefly throughout the night. He saw flashes of pain, intrusion, cuts, flashes of a face and the pain of the beatings and finally, the rape. Astarion woke up distressed, his heart racing, and it reminded him of the time when he had nightmares about Cazador. Astarion looked at Tav and realized she was stirring but still asleep. Astarion kissed her forehead again and whispered to her.

“My love, I’m right here. I found you. You're safe.” Astarion brought his hand to her cheek and stroked it gently. Tav’s eyes opened slowly and she looked at Astarion.

“Astarion? What…?”

“It’s okay, my love. I’m right here. I found you last night. And you’re safe, back at camp.”

Tav tried to move, to get up, before Astarion stopped her.

“You can’t move my dear, You had a couple splints and we had to sew you up in a couple places”

Tav blushed. “So….the camp saw me naked…and like that…” Tav was concerned as she rested her forehead against Astarion’s.

“I wouldn’t let that happen. I covered you and took care of some of the wounds that were relatively close to private areas. You still have your modesty.” Astarion admitted, unsure of how to comfort her so soon after her pain and suffering.

“So…you know what happened then…” Tav dejectedly said.

It took a moment for Astarion to understand what she meant, but once it clicked, Astarion’s heart broke.

“My love,” Astarion kissed Tav chastely “We brought a healer to assess your worse injuries and she only told me. No one else knows.”

Tav started to cry and brought her good arm up to Astarion’s chest. She grabbed his shirt while Astarion shifted to hug her.

“It’s okay, dear, let it out. I know how you feel.” Astarion patted her back lightly and kissed her cheek “I'm here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Tav pulled back, her face a mess still, and questioned Astarion. “You won’t leave?”

Astarion chuckled “Of course not. I told you before, didn’t I? I love you.”

Tav pulled back from the hug and leaned forward towards Astarion. She kissed him deeply. Astarion reciprocated eagerly before gingerly pulling back. “How are you feeling?”

“Horrible. I really need to pee, and I have no idea how I’m going to get up and walk there.” Tav admitted while blushing.

Astarion smirked. “That’s where I come in. The healer said you may have pain doing that and gave me some medicine to accelerate the healing, my dear. No need to be embarrassed either.” Astarion whispered into Tav’s ear. Tav blushed regardless. She was weak, though, so she didn’t have the energy to fight him. Astarion got out of bed and realized everyone else was still asleep. This worked out in their favor, for Tav’s embarrassment and for her modesty. Astarion grabbed some loose clothing, and slowly helped her get dressed. In the end, Tav wore a very loose shirt and pants. It was so loose, it easily draped over the splints. Astarion moved the statue guarding the door so they could leave to use the facilities. Astarion carried her to the bathrooms at a different area outside of the room as best he could with her splints. He closed and locked the door, turned back to the blushing woman, and smirked.

“So you know, I have heard a lot of requests in the past two hundred years, but I’ve never helped a woman with this predicament. It just goes to show what I’m willing to do for you and how much I care about you.” Astarion smirked and continued “Although I know how you can pay me back for helping you, my dear.” Astarion joked

Red in the face, Tav held on to Astarion as he helped her lower her pants to do the deed. Afterwards, Tav was in pain. The acid from the urine burned the tearing of the wounds. Astarion helped her cleanse the area and ebb the pain away.

“Pay you back?” Tav questioned once the pain was manageable.

Astarion helped her pull her pants back up and unlocked the door before picking her back up.

“It’s nothing much, just let me help you kill the bastard who did this to you.” Astarion seethed as they made their way back to their room.

Astarion tucked her back into bed fully clothed and laid down with her. Astarion kissed her again before pulling away before Tav spoke.

“Please. Please kill him.”

“With pleasure, my dear. I know this will be difficult, but I will need to know what happened so I can track him down. I know how hard it will be, but know I am on your side.” Astarion reassured her.

“When you hear what he did to me….you won’t…..you won’t want to be near me, let alone touch me. You…”

“Hey!” Astarion interrupted. “ I went through physical and sexual crap, too, and you accepted me. Remember? No matter what he has done to you, I love you. I want you. I need you.” Astarion took her lips and softly took her good hand into his own.

“I find you attractive, and love you no matter what some fucker did to you, my love.”

Tav smiled briefly, and then, in the silence of the room and the intimacy between the two holding each other on a shared bed, Tav began recounting everything that had happened. Astarion listened intently and when Tav started explaining in extreme detail what was done to her sexually and the beating she endured, Astarion ground his teeth together and clenched his fists. How dare someone do that to his beloved? Who dares to touch a vampire’s lover like this and expects to get away with it? They will soon find out, Astarion thought possessively. Once Tav finished explaining what had happened, Astarion explained what happened after she had passed out on the streets so Tav would have the gaps filled in.

Tav was crying in the end and cried herself to sleep curled up in Astarions grasp.

This was how Karlach found them as she squealed about how cute the couple looked. Astarion frowned as he wasn’t anticipating to be woken up like this. Astarion looked over at Tav and wanted to get up and start tracking the asshole who hurt her, but he didn’t want her to wake up alone. Not after she bared her soul to him and her new found trauma. Astarion kissed her lightly on the corner of her mouth and steadily made his way to kissing her fully, an act that she reciprocated. Astarion brought his hand to the back of her head while holding her. Tav opened her eyes and moaned which had almost an immediate affect on Astarion. Thankfully the rest of the group had left to the first floor after waking the pair to get breakfast, so it left Astarion, Tav, and the pets alone on the second floor. They may be alone, but that doesn’t mean they couldn’t be walked in on. Plus Tav recently was sexually victimized. This made Astarion think. Of all the pain she was in, he could make her feel better….if just for a bit. She moaned from a passionate kiss. What else has she been denying herself and could make her feel better while hurting? Astarion knew he should go out and look for a potion to help cure her, but from a quick glance at the clock, he could see it was too early. It was barely after dawn. No shop would be open quite yet. Besides, it sounded selfish to Astarion, but he wanted to help any way he could, and she was at the very least partially receptive. It wouldn’t hurt to give her the option, so she could decide at any time when she wanted to take him up on the offer.

“I want you to know something.” Astarion commented after pulling back. “This is a standing offer and is good any time you want, and as much as you want. When you feel ready for this. We can go as slow or as fast as you like towards this.” Astarion chuckled. “Just like you did with me.”

“Astarion, what are you getting at?” Tav asked

“You’re very attractive to me, and I love you. I want to make you feel good. If you’re still healing, I can give you oral. When you’re healed, we can make love. All of this is dependent on when you’re ready, my precious. I won’t force myself on you. You mean everything to me.” Astarion let his hand drift down above the rise of her ass. He wouldn’t touch her sexually without permission.

“What about you?” Tav questioned.

“Your body needs to heal, but once you’re better, I’m available to you. I thought I made it clear after Cazador in the graveyard. It’s about time I tried to live again. That means being with you, my sweet. Until then, focus on your health. You need to get better, and if I can make you feel good while you heal, I’d love to do that.” Astarion confessed.

Tav blushed.

“I’m….conflicted.” Tav admitted.

“How so?” Astarion asked.

“I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I’ve been wanting you, but even without the…damage…I don’t think I’m ready for sex. I wanted you before everything happened, but with this? I can’t get him out of my head. Him inside me. His seed filling me. Its disgusts me!” Astarion brought both his arms around his lover and held her snugly “He could have given me a disease or gotten me pregnant and I wouldn’t know. I just…”

Astarion had to interrupt and put her fears at least partially to rest.

“My love, you don’t have any disease. The healer checked while you were unconscious. The only thing you had was a virus from being sick and she treated that.” Astarion kissed her again before continuing “With pregnancy, you wont know for some time and stress can make you skip your monthly. You said you want it, but you’re not ready for sex, that is fine. We can work through that. Until then, I can still make you feel good without having sex with you. It’s an option, but never pressured.”

“Even…even if that was something I could do…and I’m not sure I can, we can’t do that here.”

Astarion smirked. “You’re right. I’ll look for some place private for us later, but for now, I can see you splitting at the seams.” Astarion kissed her again and slipped his tongue in against hers. She moaned. Astarion drew back. “See?” Astarion took her good hand and dragged it down to her nether regions.

“Play with yourself. I’ll join you if you like but this way you’re not left wanting when I leave to kill the ass who hurt you.”

“You’re leaving?” Tav was alarmed.

“Only for a few hours, love, I’ll be back with you tonight.” Astarion reassured her. Tav looked down a little and then took his lips, roughly surprising Astarion before her good hand grabbed his hand and brought it to her special area under the clothing. “Please, be gentle.”

“You’re sure? You’re still injured. I mean…” Astarion asked as he spread his fingers out and teased her southern lips gingerly.

Tav moaned and then bit her bottom lip, the torn flesh from the injury screaming at her every time it was jostled even a little.

“See what I mean?” Astarion tried to pull his hand back, but Tav loosely held his wrist with her good hand.

“Be careful then, when you touch me. I don’t want to remember his hands on my body…I…” Tav pleaded.

Astarion grew more worried.

“I didn’t make the best decisions either right after it all happened…” Astarion mumbled and gave in, feeling that if this was the worse decision she would make in an effort to escape the memories that plagued her, then she was getting off a lot easier than what he had gone through.

“We have to be fast. They could be back any moment.” Astarion commented and leaned in to kiss her passionately and to muffle her moans. Astarion separated her lips, and slipped two fingers against her clit. He wanted to steer clear of her vaginal opening, as that was where her wound was, and would only serve to hurt her and provoke her trauma. Astarion enticed the swollen clitoris as Tav lifted her hips up as best she could given her wounds to silently ask for more. Astarion teased and played with her nerve cluster, leaving Tav almost breathless and crazed.

Tav never told Astarion, as she never wanted to make him feel guilty, but she had always lusted for him. Since sleeping with Astarion the first time back in the Emerald Grove, Tav had slept with no other even though it seemed to Tav that every companion had come on to her at one stage or another. She started out with a crush for the vampire that evolved into pure love. She stuck by him, fought with him, defended him, and celebrated with him. They took down Cazador together and freed him, while talking him out of ascension. Since meeting each other, they had only slept together three times and although she understood why and gave Astarion plenty of space as needed, Tav lusted for him constantly. Tav had a high libido and didn’t want to burden Astarion with it.

Now that she was lying in bed together with him, with his hand inside her pants and stroking her clit, she was in heaven. She continued to kiss him, ever thankful that the hooded man never forced his tongue down her throat.

While Astarion was working her most sensitive region, a curious sensation occurred. Tav was thinking on her high libido for the vampire and her long standing desire for him, but not mentioning it to him due to his history, when their tadpoles opened up to each other.

Astarion paused and pulled back to speak, never breaking his actions with his hand in her pants. Tav’s desires were mounting. Astarion seemed to be processing the merger the tadpoles just showed him and how to react. It was obvious he was upset, but before anything could be said or done, Astarion retracted his hand right before the door opened as Gale, Shadowheart and Minsc came into the room.

Astarion kissed Tav and whispered to her. “I intend to finish what we started, however you’re comfortable with. Let me just get us another room.” Astarion slipped out of the bed and wandered to the inn keeper on the first floor. After a brief discussion and a paltry amount of gold, Astarion was able to rent indefinitely the room next to theirs. It was so cheap because no one wanted a room where a murder happened. Astarion assured that the room was thoroughly cleaned before he moved Tav to the new room and placed her on the bed. Astarion locked the door, and went back to Tav who stopped him briefly.

“Wait a second. Don’t you want to talk about what happened with the tadpoles?”

Astarion loosened her pants before replying. “We will talk about it, my love, but when we shared tadpoles, I also felt how badly you needed release. May I help you come with my mouth? I can work you slowly, and at your pace if you wish. If not, I can go back to stroking you. Whatever you’re comfortable with.” Astarion stood back to show he would not act without her consent and communication first and foremost.

“Please. I….I don’t want to have what he did to me to be the last thing that I…I mean…”

Astarion leaned towards her and kissed her. “It won’t be. It just takes time, and I will be here to help you.” Astarion very slowly dropped her pants so as to not addle the splint, his prize right before his face. He spread her lips and gently took her clit into his mouth, sucking and licking the nub. Tav exclaimed loudly in pleasure right away , calling out Astarion’s name. Astarion smirked. There was a good chance that their companions heard Tav’s exclamation as the walls weren't made of the thickest stuff.

Astarion couldn’t help the hard on between his legs. She was a wonderful person, the love of his life, and had a beautiful body. He was very attracted to her. Astarion dipped his hand in his pants and started stroking himself vigorously. Tav, because of the assault, could not close her eyes during the sexual actions so she watched as Astarion devoured her sweet peach. Tav watched as Astarion moved his hand and stroked himself beneath his clothing, and she felt incredibly bad about not meeting his needs.

“Astarion, let me help you too.” Tav begged.

Astarion doubled down and pushed his face further into Tav’s secret space. Tav gripped the sheet with her good hand and cried out in pleasure. Astarion pulled back briefly to speak.

“Just relax and enjoy, my sweet.”

Tav threw her head back as he hit a particular patch that sent a white hot flash of sheer pleasure of her spine and down her feet to the tips of her toes. Tav moaned loudly, and Astarion was tempted to cover her mouth and muffle the noise, but after what she described, He wouldn’t hold her down or cover her mouth. It would bring too many memories to the surface. Astarion was many things, but he was not a poor lover who didn’t think about the consequences.

“You’re beautiful, my dear. Come for me.” Astarion muttered against the soft flesh of her nether regions. Tav looked back down at Astarion who began to tenderly work her flesh lovingly but efficiently. It didn’t take long for Tav to quake. Astarion withdrew his hand from his pants. Tav was unsure if he reached climax or not.

Smiling, Astarion sat up and wiped his mouth before moving to the side of his lover. He didn’t think she wanted him over her, not yet, anyways. Astarion pulled Tav into a light hug and kissed her forehead before pulling back to speak.

“How do you feel?” Astarion cuddled against the injured woman, making sure to protect her injured limbs.

“The wound down there…throbs, I feel like I’ve been hit by a dragon, but other than that, I feel good. You made me feel really good which surprised me, to be honest. I thought… With what was done to me… That I would have an issue but as long as I saw it was you, I felt…safe.” Tav brushed away one of Astarion’s white locks of hair from the front of his face and continued. “I don’t know how to feel. I’m…detached. In shock, really.”

Astarion made a sad smile and commented. “I understand completely, my sweet. You never have to explain yourself to me…Unless you want to, of course.” Astarion leaned in and kissed his lover. “The only thing I would like you to explain to me is what our tadpoles showed me just a short while ago. Am I understanding that all incorrectly?”

Tav looked disappointed in herself before she replied. “It depends. What do you think it showed you?”

Astarion held his tongue when he wanted to lash out upset over the situation, but he knew that wouldn’t be the smart approach. Instead of doing that, he merely explained what he saw. “I saw and felt you wanting me, immensely, but giving me the space I needed at the time. What I am upset about, my love, is that you never talked to me about it. We’re in this together, you know. I appreciate you giving me the time I needed, but you have needs as well. A relationship isn’t only one side my dear.”

“I’m not Cazador. I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to.” Tav defended herself.

Astarion brought his hand to her cheek and lightly brushed his thumb across her skin. “We could have found other ways to satisfy you…”

“Like what?” Tav frustratedly questioned.

“We could have figured something out. How many of our companions were throwing themselves at you at one point or another? You could have slept with…” Astarion thought out loud.

“No. I don’t want them. I want you, and if you weren't ready, then I was prepared to wait however long that would take…” Tav stubbornly stood her ground.

Astarion frowned. “We don’t know what we could have done because you wouldn’t talk to me about it. I need to be able to trust that you will talk to me. I don’t want you to hold secrets from me, especially secrets we could have worked together to resolve!” Astarion reasoned.

Tav looked at the desperate and pleading vampire before her and sighed. “You’re right. If it was backwards….it…” Tav chuckled in frustration. “it may even be in reverse thanks to the asshole who forced himself on me…I don’t know yet, what I do know is I wouldn’t be happy if you kept it a secret. I feel guilty that you didn’t finish” Astarion held his finger to her lips.

“Don’t feel guilty. There will be plenty of time for that later…assuming that it is okay with you if I um…take care of myself every once in a while. I don’t plan on leaving your side while you’re awake. “

“He forced himself inside of me, on top of me….” Tav shook her head as if willing the memories to go away. She buried herself into Astarion a little deeper. “I think it will be okay. It shouldn’t be an issue, but if anything comes up I’ll tell you right away.”

“You will? I want to make sure I can trust you.” Astarion questioned

“You can trust me!” Tav pleaded. Astarion looked at her and saw how battered and bruised she was. She was accosted, raped, and she hasn’t let that break her. If he didn’t trust her or believe in what she said, then how could he have a relationship with her? She has proven time and again that she was a woman of her word. Just because she held off from speaking with him about her needs in concern about his issues, doesn’t mean he should be as critical of her as he is.

Astarion kissed her forehead and exhaled. “I’m sorry. I just want to help, and I feel so useless.”

Tav held on to him “Then don’t treat me any different. If it is too much, I’ll tell you.”

Astarion laughed “ My dear, now that I know how much you lust for me, I can’t treat you the same as before. You mean a lot to me and I will not let your needs be ignored. Now…” Astarion took a breath “I know that present events will influence that, of course, but I want you to know that I am happy to help any way I can and I can assure you I’ve heard of every request you can think of my love. I’m happy to do anything for you.” Astarion kissed her before laying on his back.

Astarion didn’t have to say anything further as Tav tried to snake her good arm under the band of his night clothes.

“Eager, are we? You should get some rest. Your body needs it, darling.”

Tav exhaled, and confessed why she was acting out at all considering the circumstance. After being raped, sex should be the last thing on her mind, but it wasn’t...and she was sure Astarion had the right to know why.

“I am scared. I’m terrified, actually, of sex, even though I want nothing more than to have you.” Tav looked away at this confession “Anything with my breasts and penetrative action makes me have a cold sweat run down my neck and an intense urge to run or fight. I keep feeling him on me, even though he isn't there. I don’t understand it well, but before all this happened, I was wanting you, Astarion. Then he forced himself on me…in me. It was dry, it made me bleed and he tore something. All I know was that I shouldn’t want sex but I still want you. I want relief from you, Astarion. I cant go all the way. I can’t let you touch me…not completely. But I’m hopeful that one day you can. I want to enjoy intimacy with you. I want to claim my body back. I want to slip into bed at night and ride you like I’m riding a horse,” Astarion smirked at this comment. “But I can’t! I fucking can’t. I’m afraid to let you make love to me. I’m afraid to let you touch me. Hells, I was scared oral sex would be ruled out too, but thankfully as long as I didn’t close my eyes, I could enjoy it. We can give each other hand jobs I think but what? Is that all I can do with the man I love? All because some fucker couldn’t keep it in his pants?”

Astarion had long since hugged and comforted her, whispering sweet nothings and reassurances the entire time. Tav didn’t buy it…At least not right away. Astarion did the next best thing he could think of and helped her get lost in their passion. He kissed her deeply, His left hand moving to the upper arm and his right hand moving to the back of her head. She drank him up and used her free hand to explore his body. Astarion didn’t mind as he moved his hand from her arm to her hand and pulled away from the kiss.

“What do you want to do, my sweet? Are you hungry yet? I can see if the Tavern has any more stew from last night.” Astarion asked.

Tav thought about it a little and looked towards the makeshift bath in the corner of the room.

“I want to get all this blood off of me.”

Astarion smiled “You don’t have to tell a vampire twice, darling.”

Astarion looked at the tub, though, and realized the error. “I don’t think it will work, though. It isn’t big enough for your leg with the splint on. Plus, I don’t think we should be getting your stitches wet so soon, but I’m sure we can find a way to get you clean.”

“How?”

“I’ll just have to bathe you. Not to worry, my sweet, I’ll be gentle.”

Tav wasn’t sure how she felt about this, but she trusted the pale elf all the same.

“That’s a little…embarrassing.”

“My dear, you were right that you need to get clean. It isn’t that I have an issue with blood, on the contrary,” Astarion picked up some washcloths by the water basin and went about filling it while he continued to speak. “But your wounds need to be cleaned, or you risk infection. After that, I’ll take you back to the rest, where they can watch over you a bit while I go out for a few hours.”

“Where are you going?” Tav asked while Astarion dipped the wash cloth into the warm water and combined it with a flowery scented soap, soap that smelled suspiciously like Astarion did.

“I’m going to see if I can find a Potion of Superior Healing, maybe mend a few of those bones and get you back on your feet. If we didn’t use them all against that psychotic shape shifter, we wouldn’t be doing things the hard way. While I’m out, I’ll see about following up on a few leads to track that monster down.” Astarion began removing what clothes Tav had on left, and started with relatively safe zones. He started washing her hands and arms, the wound on her shoulder and back, while noticing every new bruise he hadn't noticed before, promising to himself he would return the favor tenfold. “I’ll make sure you get the killing blow, though. You made sure to let me have my vengeance, I won’t dare deprive you of yours. I wouldn’t take your closure away.” Astarion cleaned her feet and legs slowly and methodically, yet before him were the areas that would be more problematic. “I may also stalk the sewers for a rat or two, or if I’m lucky, a bandit. I still need to eat.”

Astarion leaned forward and kissed Tav briefly before laying out the more immediate issue. “Now I know you said you had difficulty with being touched in certain areas, but you still need to be cleaned.” Astarion wiped her face down and neck. “How do you want to proceed? You only have one arm, so it may be hard for you to do it yourself. I’m more than happy to continue to clean you, but I know how you feel. What do you want me to do?”

Tav took a breath and looked at herself. The rogue had paid particular attention to detail in helping her get clean, and was very careful around the stitching on her shoulder and leg. She knew with her injuries she couldn’t adequately do the job, but would she be okay with him doing it? Maybe if she kept her eyes on him the entire time? Would that help? Or would she be enslaved to the memories of being victimized? She had to try at the very least…she didn’t want to let the memories hold sway over her.

“Could you please, if you want to…Just…Be very careful.” Astarion started with her stomach and brought the wash cloth up between her breasts “Are you sure?” Astarion watched Tav nod before he washed her skin as fast and light as he could, all the while Tav watched him do so. She didn’t react while he cleaned her, and once her chest was cleaned, he had to get under her breasts. That was going to be tricky, because he would have to lift them to get the blood congealed underneath.

“My dear, I have to finish, so I was wondering about lifting your breasts to get under them. Did you want to lift them, or…I mean….”

Tav took his hand into her own and swallowed hard before placing his hand on her breast. “Please be quick. I don’t know if I’ll be okay.”

Astarion nodded, knowing what she meant from his own past experience. Astarion took hold of Tav’s hand before she withdrew it and kissed it lovingly. “I’ll be quick.”

Astarion was a man of his word, as he only touch her briefly to wipe away the blood, however, even though it was brief, Tav felt panic begin to overwhelm her. It didn’t take long for her to lose feeling of her face and her chest to hurt, her breathing coming in gasps. Astarion finished the last breast efficiently and then dropped the cloth in the wash bin. He took his hands and placed them on both sides of his lover’s face and tried to help her breathe, right as her gasps threatened to make her dizzy and lose consciousness again. Astarion talked her through this and held her dearly, rocking with her slightly so as to not upset her injuries.

“It’s okay. You’re safe. I’m right here.” Astarion chanted and kissed her forehead. At some point things began to clear for Tav, who began holding Astarion back with her good hand and started to cry into his shirt.

“Let it out, let it all out. It’s okay, no one’s going to harm you again. Not while I’m around, and I have no intention of leaving.”

Tav held her breath like she was hit and Astarion looked down toward her as she rested her head on his shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” Astarion asked, panicking slightly on the inside himself.

“What if you do leave? What if I end up pregnant?” Tav confessed her fears to Astarion.

“Darling,” Astarion relaxed. “Yes, there is a chance you can become pregnant, but that’s all it is…a chance. I wouldn’t dwell on the “what if”’s. You can’t change it right now if you are, and you won’t know for several weeks.”

“You know my cycle?” Tav asked, mortified.

Astarion laughed. “ I’m a vampire, remember? Of course I know when you’re bleeding. You’re positively delectable then.”

“How so?” Tav was confused and didn’t understand the hint.

“Well, if you would permit it, when you’re on your cycle and you wish for…help…With your cramps, or just release, I can help. If I taste you while you’re bleeding then all the better. I get a snack and you get pleasure. Seems like a winning solution all around, wouldn’t you say?” Astarion smirked.

Tav sighed deeply. “Ever since you found out I have a high libido, you’ve been very excited. I’m very confused.”

“I told you. I want to explore being alive with you. Just you for now, so none of that funny business, thinking about inviting the Drow twins into our fun, for example. The fact you want me to just opens up a world of possibilities…Once we kill the fucker who hurt you in a particularly painful and slow way of course, if you feel up to it.” Astarion settled on the pillow a little better as the two cuddled with each other, something Tav had always wished for before the attack but didn’t happen as much as she would have liked.

“You still haven’t answered my question. What if I do end up pregnant? Will you leave me?” Tav was worried, and didn’t want to lose the vampire’s love and affection. She didn’t want to be pregnant either, but that ship has either sailed or sunk. She wouldn’t know for now.

“You’re the first person I truly care about. Do you think I’ll toss you aside so casually? We’ll cross that bridge if it happens, my dear, but right now it’s all a theory. If you end up pregnant, you have options, remember? Does that waylay your fears?”

Tav nodded. Astarion looked down at the beautiful woman before him and thought to himself. Does he even want children, eventually? He knew it wouldn’t be his. He knew he had a chance to procreate, even if the odds were stacked against him, but would it be fair to keep that from her if they entered into a long term relationship, considering how difficult it would be? Would he be agreeable to having a child around, or was he against it? He didn’t have a problem with the children the group picked up during their travels. They were well behaved kids who had misfortune thrust upon them. How would he feel about that? It was something further for him to ponder.

Astarion felt like he had a lot to think about as he would wander the streets later, once Tav was comfortably asleep with the rest of the party and safe, which is exactly what he did.

Astarion left the Tavern, and although he wanted to track the bastard down right away, his first thought was to find something to heal his beloved. He didn’t want the shops to close before he returned from tracking the man down, so he sought out the Potion of Superior Healing. What he found instead was something a lot better, and he wondered how they would have fared against Orin if they had this in their pockets. Astarion found a Potion of Supreme Healing. It was a little pricey, but thankfully Tav believed in splitting the gold equally, so Astarion had it and more to spare.

Wasting no time, Astarion hustled back to the Tavern to give Tav the potion, even though he still had things to do on the streets of Baldur’s Gate. Astarion raced up the stairs and went to Tav’s bedside, earning the curious looks of his companions who were watching him like a hawk. Astarion suspected they heard their earlier tryst but nothing was said.

“My sweet, wake up.” Astarion asked while he took her hand lightly and tapped it.

Tav slowly opened her eyes and was surprised to see Astarion so soon.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong, I have something that will fix you.” Astarion opened the potion bottle and helped Tav sit up before handing her the bottle. She chugged it down, and within a minute or two she noticed a difference right away. Her pain ebbed away, her bones seemed to mend and and her stitches resolved themselves as if she was never pierced!

‘What…what was that?” Tav questioned as she removed the splints with Astarion’s help.

“A Potion of Supreme Healing. It is supposed to heal the user from near death of all injuries.”

Tav stood up and tested her legs. They held her up and seemed to work just fine! Astarion looked at her arm and saw she was fully healed, not a scar in sight. Her black and blue bruises were now gone, as if the blows never struck.

‘How is…down there?” Astarion asked in a whisper.

“It doesn’t hurt.” she admitted. Tav smiled and kissed Astarion deeply before uttering her thanks once again.

“Now if you don’t mind, I’ll be back in a few hours. I still have some prey to catch.”

Tav felt uncertain. She felt better now, but she didn’t want to be alone. Sure, she had the other party members so she wasn’t truly alone, but it wasn’t the same. Since the attack, she felt skittish a bit, scared.

“Um, I know you probably prefer to be alone when stalking him, but…Um…”

“Yes?” Astarion already had a hint as to what she was getting at, but he wanted to make sure.

“Can I come with? I might be able to help. Maybe….I’m not sure, but I can try.”

Astarion smiled. “Stick close to me and no harm will come to you.” Astarion wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her near him. In reality he would have preferred to be alone, however he worried what would happen if she was left behind. He could see she was concerned, and it hurt him to see her like this. Astarion knew she was strong enough to fend for herself, but was caught unaware due to illness the night she was taken advantage of. Now, even though that was no longer the case, she was fearful because of the attacker that prowled the streets. That would not do. He had to get her confidence back before they resumed their adventures. It was about time that Baldur’s Gate learned there was only one monster that stalked the streets, and he had fabulous hair and pointy fangs. Astarion had let the others know that they were going out, against the wishes of the other party members who worried about their safety. Astarion reassured them he would never let anything happen to her, and that she was stronger than they gave her credit for, a truth they could not argue with. Astarion fetched Tav’s clothes, weapons and armor for her to wear as he wasn’t about to let his beloved out on the streets without it. Baldur’s Gate was getting more and more dangerous between the Banites and the Bhaalists, not to mention the army of the Absolute.

Not long later, Astarion and Tav walked out of the Tavern, and Astarion looked toward the woman to direct him where to go next. He remembered the flash backs the tadpole had shown him, but none of that showed him which direction she had gone when she was abducted initially.

“Now, my love, where to?” Astarion took her hand into his before smiling at her. Tav weakly smiled back and pointed down the street before Astarion started following her directions. At the end of the instructions, Astarion was confused. They were in the middle of a street suspiciously near the alleyway Astarion found Tav when he first discovered her. To Astarion, this meant the rapist was operating nearby, he would know as he had stalked many prey in what felt like another life in the very streets they traversed.

“Do you remember anything of the room you escaped from?” Astarion inquired.

Tav tried to think back, although she rather not think about those events and remembered something important…Dribbles. It was a house associated to their search of the dismembered clown.

“I…Yes! It was the house near the Basilisk Gate, where we went looking for Dribbles.”

“The one past where the zombie beggar was? At the end of the block?” Astarion clarified.

Tav nodded, and although they both went there together, Tav was fearful to enter. Astarion held her hand tighter. Outside the door, Tav had connected her tadpole to Astarion to show him the brief face that had shown itself that night, so he knew who they were after. Although, it was possible there was more than one person behind this whole endeavor.

“He won’t hurt you again. We’re gonna kill this asshole as painfully as possible. I’m going to make sure you get your freedom too.” Astarion reminded her and helped her cross the threshold as they entered the house.

Note: I will post previews here of the next chapter as they get proof read

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