#tag thy self

[traveller-of-the-knight]

They're on a rollercoaster 🎢

[ramblingsfromthytruly]

really struggling with my mental health & feeling like crap rn, just trying to get through the day on autopilot to get all my stuff done cuz tmr is my english exam. i need to eat more. i need to sleep more. i need to exercise more. i need to study more. i need to do my hobbies more. i need to talk to my best friend more. i just need so much MORE i feel like absolute crap. and now i'm venting online hoping not many ppl see this because i may get (supportive) comments and i'll feel like shit about them because I KNOW IT WILL GET BETTER and i can't muster the energy to reply all 'hehe tyyy' and yet i need to vent somewhere

[wrishwrosh]

now the proud owner of the world’s best zine “moby dick* *redacted to queer” :))))

[hiighborg]

Sometimes OCs are pathetic meow meow's. other times they're super badass and cool.

[rad-roche]

sure thing!

here's the full list, but anything highlighted is what i'd consider essential to building this sort of stuff, the rest you can take or leave. dynamic surroundings doesn't have to be in there, for example, i just like more than vanilla. cocricot and miniatura are what i use for the building/furniture (specifically 1.12.2), effortless building is to make it not feel like pulling teeth. shaders are sildur's vibrant on medium, but that'll come down to personal preference

tinkering away on another build. it's a townhouse!

it looks a little lonely there, but the plan is to add more. a flock of townheese. interior shots under the cut

second floor

and finally, the third floor

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | October 1st-13th 2024

Hope all my fellow Canadians had a good long weekend! Had a week from hell last week so I didn't have time to put up the rec, and it's even a bit late for today, but I did it!

If you know anyone who's not tagged, please don't hesitate to tag them in the comments!

Complete

Siri, Call... by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Sickfic | 1,5K | General): Buck is sick and needs to call for help.

for thy true-love take by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Outsider POV, Established buddie | 2K | Teen): OR: Chimney Han and the ethics of slipping your coworkers love potions

watch out, you might get what you're after by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Getting Together | 2K | Mature): Buck unintentionally woos Eddie. And then has a hell of a time processing the way he feels about that.

i hate accidents (except when we went from friends to this) by bellabrady (Getting Together | 2K | Not Rated): Or: How Buck and Eddie's first kiss leads to someone calling the police on them.

Put To Good Use by kittyeddie (PWP, BDSM | 3K | Explicit): Or, Buck and Eddie finally have a kid-free day at home, and take advantage of every second of it

At First Scent by Inell/ @inell (Urban Fantasy AU | 4K | Teen): When Buck visits Maddie, he meets Chris, a magic user needing his sister’s help learning how to use his powers. He also meets Eddie, Christopher’s dad, and feels a connection that he’s only ever dreamed of finding.

Bears, and Foxes, and a Three-Legged Bobcat by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Pre-Buddie, First Date | 4K | General): Buck and Eddie go on a non-date date to a wildlife park. Cuteness ensues.

Just Right by Inell/ @inell (Future fic, Getting Together | 4K | Teen): After getting injured on a call, Buck wakes up the next morning and tries to piece together what happened, accidentally changing his relationship with Eddie in the process.

to adam, from your ribs by justhockey (S8, Getting Together | 4K | General): And the thing is, Buck is so good at being alone; he’s been doing it almost his whole life. But when he’s reminded of the way love tastes, drizzled like honey on your tongue - the way it feels, like the warm glow of sunlight on your skin. That is when he truly aches. Not the breaking, because he’s done that a thousand times over. It’s the knowing that really does him in. The having, for just a little while, before it’s snatched away so quickly he can still feel the burn on his fingertips from trying to hold on.

Hall Pass by Inell/ @inell (Post-S7, Getting Together | 5K | Teen): After Buck and Eddie take Jee and Mara trick or treating, Chim and Maddie play a trick of their own to help Buck finally make a move on Eddie.

it's leading me on, every time we touch by lightyears (Post-S6, Getting Together | 5K | Explicit): Eddie doesn’t think anything of it when he reaches across the table to pile some pasta onto his plate, says, “Just my back. It’s been giving me a bit of trouble.” “You’re hurt, Eddie?” Bobby asks him, and Eddie’s sure that his intention isn’t to capture the rest of the team’s attention, but by way of being Captain, it happens anyway. “I promise, Cap. I’m good. But if it helps, I can go speak with a doctor, make sure nothing else is going on.” Chim chirps up: “A physio probably makes more sense than a doctor.” “Or an occupational therapist,” Ravi suggests, and Eddie’s sure it’s to stave off a Chim-Hen showdown. “Even a massage therapist would probably help.” And then Maddie says, “Buck used to be a massage therapist” and everyone goes quiet, heads all swinging in Buck’s direction.

sweet sunbursts of flesh pink magic by Underhung_Aura/ @eddiebabygirldiaz (Canon Divergent, Witch Buck, Sex Pollen | 5K | Explicit): Buck’s magic has always been a bit volatile. Jittery. Fluctuating. A touch reckless. Messy and bright and loud. Maddie says that a person’s magic is supposed to match the person themselves, that the form it takes isn’t happenstance or random, that it’s a reflection of your purest self, an extension of your soul that you can manipulate. Safe to say, Buck’s never cared for that assessment. or, buck has magic and eddie gets doused with sex pollen

Happy Accident by Inell/ @inell (Post-S8E01: Buzzkill, Friends to Fiances | 6K | Teen): When Buck gets some good news, he accidentally kisses Eddie, which leads to a conversation that changes their relationship.

Kissing On The Corner, Wait For Just A Minute by fruitsdoesnotknow/ @tayf-ghost (Secret Relationship | 6K | Teen): Buck and Eddie think they're so smooth. They're cool, calm, collected. Normal, in fact. Just two normal best friends. Nothing to see here. Nobody is convinced.

Does it bite at your edges? by noxeratum (Infidelity, Post-S7, Getting Together | 6K | Explicit): Eddie Diaz is so repressed that he thinks his jealousy is bigotry and feels bad about it.

Talk Dirty to Me by ameliahart (Post-S7, FWB | 6K | Explicit): In which Buck has recently ended things with Tommy, Eddie wants to explore his sexuality, and they decide to start sleeping together. As friends, of course.

Through the Looking Glass by jukoist/ @beforejuko (Post-S8E01: Buzzkill, Getting Together | 6K | General): Buck likes Tommy. He does! And he definitely isn't in love with Eddie. He's just... worried. Because Eddie keeps vanishing on Sundays, leaving Buck with the boyfriend he definitely likes as much as he should. Everything is fine. Or, a post 8x01 coda.

Basics, Understanding Basics by fruitsdoesnotknow/ @tayf-ghost (Post-S7, Getting Together | 7K | Teen): Chris gets sick, loses part of his memory, and reassures Eddie and Buck they can still kiss in front of him. That's really thoughtful of him, except for the fact that Eddie and Buck aren't dating.

🔥All The Things You Want From Me by giselleslash/ @gigi-gigi (Post-S7, Getting Together | 7K | Teen): “Can I ask you something?” Eddie shrugs. “Sure.” Tommy looks nervous, unsure. Tommy never looks nervous, or unsure. “Do you think Evan would move in with me if I asked him?” (Or the one where Eddie feels Buck slipping through his fingers and can’t let him go, so he tells him not to move in with Tommy and blows everything apart.)

My Carpet’s Got Crop Circles by fruitsdoesnotknow/ @tayf-ghost (Eddie & Karen, Getting Together | 9K | Teen): Or, five times Karen tries to use wine nights to get Eddie and Buck together, and the one time she didn't need to.

🔥Late Fines by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, Librarian!Buck | 12K | Teen): Buck is a children's librarian at the branch closest to Eddie's house. When he gets himself involved in the lives of a cute kid and his handsome single dad, he gets a glimpse of what he wants in life. It might just take a few years to get it.

Eddie Diaz VS The Buck's Boyfriend Agenda by songbvrd/ @songbvrd (Post-S7, BuckTommy Break-Up | 23K | Mature): Eddie starts gathering information about why no one trusts Tommy. As he grows to hate their relationship more, he learns more about himself and what he wants.

🔥 ice cream before dinner by cloudydaisies (Post-S7, Getting Together | 58K | Teen): or, gerrard messes with the team's schedules and eddie 'i just drove my son to flee the state' diaz is the only option to watch mara and jee-yun after school on tuesdays, which, shouldn't be a problem at all, right?

🔥 Any Other Way by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, S2 | 102K | Mature): In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his family’s expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.

WIP

Gentle On My Mind by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, Shannon Lives, Buck/Eddie/Shannon | 5/? | 32K | Explicit): In which Shannon lives, tells a lie, and sends hers, Eddie's, and Buck's lives down a very different path.

🔥 go and kill, go and die by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Zombie Apocalypse AU | 9/14 | 40K | Mature): The 118 are a group of survivors in a small California town in the wake of a zombie apocalypse. For months they've been isolated and safe. But the arrival of some new players, the search for some missing loved ones, will shake everything up and put their little team in jeopardy.

Podfic

[Podfic] déjà vu by NC Pods (N0Connections)/ @n0connections // fic by peaktotheocean/ @peaktotheocean (S7E07: Ghost of a Second Chance | 10-20min | General): It is completely possible that Buck put too much thought into buying his couch. But Eddie can’t think of anyone else in his life who would buy a couch just so his kid would be comfortable.

🔥 [Podfic] With a Little Help From my Friends by MeggieJolly/ @meggiejolly // fic  by extasiswings/ @extasiswings (Post-S3, Feelings Realization | 10-20min | Teen): “You know…several of us parents get together once, maybe twice a month or so. You’re welcome to join us if you’d like. I can add you to the email chain.” Not for the first time that day, Eddie’s surprised. It’s not that he’s opposed, more that the invitation is unexpected. He’s not particularly social—when he is it’s with the team or with Buck or with his family, all of them in each other’s houses, in each other’s lives both at work and away from it. Outside of them… It occurs to him that he’s never really known how to make friends. [Or: Eddie makes friends outside of work and realizes that Buck might not, in fact, be just a friend]

🔥 as lucky as us [Podfic] by blackglass/ @blackestglass // fic by hammersmiths/ @henswilsons (Ravi POV, S7 | 20-30min | General): One of the first things Ravi learned when joining the 118 was to, under no circumstances, think too hard about Buck and Eddie’s relationship. But brother, they could try make his job easier. “I mean, I get it,” Buck’s saying, overhead, and Ravi’s knee-deep in literal human crap and even he can smell that shit from a mile away. “You and Tommy have a lot in common.” or, Ravi continually suffers as a third-wheel.

🔥 [podfic] baby, can i hold you? by All_I_Ask/ @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove // fic by fleetinghearts / @shitouttabuck (pre-Buddie, angst/comfort | 30-45min | Teen): Eddie’s eyes are squeezed shut, and Buck feels something inside him crack when this helpless, devastated sob wracks his body, eyelashes clumped with tears he’s not letting fall. “What do you need?” Buck asks again. “What can I do?” Eddie makes a frustrated noise. “I don’t know. I don’t know why this won’t stop.” or, eddie panics. buck holds him.

🔥 Heart, I Implore You [Podfic] by ReformedTsunderePodfics (ReformedTsundere)/ @film-in-my-soul // fic by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Vampire Eddie, PWP | 45-60min | Explicit): When Buck finds out his best friend isn't exactly human, he volunteers to help keep Eddie from dying. It's definitely just to keep Eddie from dying. No other reason. None whatsoever.

Re-Read

Down to the Bones of Me by giselleslash/ @gigi-gigi (Post-S7E10: All Fall Down | 5K | Teen): The morning after Christopher leaves Eddie gets in his truck and drives. Buck lets him go, and Eddie fights to come back for both of them.

[cowboyemeritus]

Day 9

Prompt: Voice Kink

Pairing: Copia/Reader

Tags: also pretty self explanatory

Notes: this one's pretty mild - just lovin' on copia after a show, with a little twist

“Spectacular as always, dear.” Copia gives you an appreciative nod as he crosses the threshold of the dressing room and flops himself down on the couch next to you, clearly exhausted. You’ll have to start getting packed up soon, but for now he deserves a moment to decompress.

“Grazie.” He cringes at the scratchiness in his voice, already so severe just minutes after taking his final bow. You perk up a little at the sound. It stirs something inside you can’t quite place. All you know is that you’re intrigued by it.

“Rest day tomorrow,” you point out. It’s actually a travel day, but what you really mean is the he won’t have to exert himself like he does on stage. That’s the closest thing he gets to a rest while on tour, anyway. Poor thing; being a rockstar is hard work.

Copia nods. You can see he’s looking over at the vanity, where a bag of lozenges is resting against a tumbler of water. He’s got an expectant look in his eyes, silently begging you to have mercy and not make him get up just yet. You oblige, rising to your feet to retrieve the provisions. If he wants them, however, he’ll have to humor you first.

“Are we stopping anywhere? Phantom’s obsessed with the idea of seeing the World’s Largest… Anything.” He just shrugs. Bruh. “Or we could cuddle up and watch a movie. Anything in particular you’ve been wanting to see?” You’re careful to ask an open-ended question this time.

“I will have to think about it.” You must be making some sort of face because he raises an eyebrow. “You are giving me the bedroom eyes, amore.”

“What?” You pump as much fake surprise as you can muster into it. “No. I’m just talking to my Papa.” Putting the pieces together, Copia laughs through his nose.

“This?” He asks, a hand coming to his throat. “Really? I need to be resting.” You give him a sly smile, kicking the ground a little. Your hand worms its way into the bag of lozenges, grabbing a small handful.

“I know, but…” You giggle. “I don’t know! It’s sexy. Like how you sound after we fuck all night.” You pause, grabbing the tumbler. “There’s another idea for tomorrow.” The memory of your last marathon, a last hurrah before months on the cramped tour bus, appears in your mind’s eye, setting off a pounding between your legs. Returning to the couch, you hand Copia his water, but elect to withhold the lozenges for now. He looks so tired, probably too tired for your games, but if he has one mortal weakness, it’s you. He takes a sip, letting his head fall back against the couch. With a relived groan he swallows, the life-giving water helping revive him just a little.

“You can turn even the most innocent conversation into something dirty, mia diavoletta.” He spies the medicinal candies still clasped in your hand and gives you a look. It’s not quite pleading, more of a firm request.

“It’s not my fault. You could read out of Leviticus and it would be hot right now.” Copia chuckles.

“Oh yeah?” The expression on his face says get a load of this. “Thou shalt rise up before the hoary head and honor the face of the old man, and fear thy God.” Sitting up, he reaches for your hand, hoping to snatch up the lozenges, but you’re too quick, whipping it behind your back.

“I’ll honor you all you want,” you say, kneeling between his parted legs. Your free hand finds his perfectly-sculpted thigh, giving the firm muscle a squeeze. Copia grunts, already half-hard. “Just keep talking.”

[prophecyofwinter]

Se Riña Qilōni Iprattan Se Jēdar | VI

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary | Saera Targaryen daughter of Jaehaerys I ran away from Westeros to escape her fate. 45 years later her daughter Y/N Targaryen, with invitation from King Viserys wishes to go back.

Tags | Angst, Slowburn (Hot&Cold), TargCest, Smut, Standard ASOIAF content, Aemond and Reader are First Cousins Once Removed, Reader is Self-serving, Terrible Sibling Dynamics, Fluff tags to be added

Special warnings | Violence against women, Incel-like behavior, descriptions of injuries

Word Count: 3.6k

Author Notes | I have put up a poll to get readers feel for a certain story direction, please give it a quick vote! Poll here

Prologue | Chapter V | | Chapter VII Masterlist

Chapter VI | Love Thy Sister

“What do you think of her?” Alicent asks her son, looking up at him from her cushioned seat. Alicent hoped by telling Aemond to take the girl for a walk she’d feel welcome enough for the time being. Even though she is legitimized as a Targaryen, she can leave at any time. If she does not feel welcome, she may take herself and her titles back to Volantis. Back to the whore house her mother is from and disgrace the Targaryen name just as her mother did, and the blame would be put on Alicent.

“I suppose she is a good conversationalist… as beautiful as they say her mother is.” Aemond looks down at her, he rubs his hand along his jaw. Aemond knows his duty that was forced upon him, Alicent does not doubt this. 

However, she has influenced him to have a greater distaste for bastards. Of course, she doesn’t expect nor want Aemond to put his biases to the side, but for the safety of the Targaryen name he must learn to push it down for her.

“Continue to keep her happy, if you wander-“ 

“I am not Aegon if that’s what you are implying.” Aemond interrupts her with one of his quips. Alicent rubs her temples with a sigh, in her mind she knows Aemond would never do such a thing, but you can never be fully sure with young men. Aemond places his hand on Alicents shoulder, bringing her out of thought and she looks back up at her son.

“She knows what she is and I can deal with that.”

—————

The sun has sunk below the horizon and you stand with your hands gripping the stone of your balcony. The light breeze pushes your loose hair to the side, tickling your cheeks. 

The past 5 days have been repeating each other, waking up, fitting into tight clothes that you still can’t get used to, breaking your fast alone, taking brisk walks through the gardens; you’ve taken to needlework to fill up your time, still not good at it. Ending your days eating dinner with Vaegon, he insists on sitting next to you instead of on the other side of the table, you’ve gotten tired of telling him otherwise. 

Your only real interactions have been with Aegon, he manages to find you in the gardens every day. It has become routine at this point. Small conversations where he stands a little too close and rests his hand on your lower back. Your brother was fuming behind the two of you, but alas there was nothing he could do. 

Perhaps Aegon simply got a kick out of your brother's reaction; in that case, you don’t mind at all. 

Aemond hadn't bothered to even acknowledge your existence. You haven't seen him, heard him, smelled him, tasted him, touched him. All your senses are absent of him! 

Your head had been so full of ideal situations, that you didn’t consider living an isolated life in a foreign land! You had to push down girlish thoughts and take charge for yourself!

“Are you done with your childish games sister?” 

You were knocked out of your thoughts by Vaegon resting his armor-covered hands on the back of your shoulders. You tensed up at the contact, your stomach instantly became uneasy. 

“Your fantasies didn’t work out. No prince to whisk you off your feet as we pretended when we were children. Only a maimed icy boy who doesn’t love you.” He begins to gently massage your shoulders. Disgust rises on your face with your fists so tight your nails may draw blood.

“And you do?” You do not turn to look at him, simply at the night sky.

“More than that freak could.” He laughs resting his chin on your shoulders and moves his hands to caress your arms. This pushed you far over the line. You turned around and pushed him back with full force, it didn’t do much but push him a foot back. Frustrated at this failed attempt you slap him making sure to claw his skin with your nails. 

You hadn’t meant to dig that deep. Vaegons scream was in true carnal pain, he held his cheek with blood flowing from between his fingers. You had scarred him from cheekbone to chin. You looked down to your hand and you could see the skin you tore off beneath your nails. You looked back at him in shock, your mouth went dry as you couldn’t think of any words to say. 

“You fucking cunt!”

You saw your brother's eyes turn from purple to black as he ran to grip your neck with both hands, knocking the wind out of you. He was crushing your throat and his hand armor was cutting deeply. 

“Va-vaegon plea-“ you begin to claw at his hands as you choke out words. 

“I will not come second to some pompous cunt! I have worked all my life to prove myself worthy of you! Yet you whore yourself out to the first cock that fills your self serving cunt.” He shook you around with gritted teeth, not seeming to care about the sting and blood from his cheek. “You stand there and mock me in the gardens and let that whore of a Prince touch you, am I the only one you won’t fuck?!”

Black spots started to form in your vision, he was trying to strangle you to death, and you could see it in his eyes. 

You whisper something weakly enough that he cannot make out. He leans in hopes of hearing words of submission to feed his sick fantasies.

You gargle up the saliva that you cannot swallow and spit directly into his ear. He instantly jumps back and pushes you away. He falls on his ass getting away from you. You erupt in laughter even when your spine makes contact with the stone balcony you laugh through the pain.

Vaegon is at a loss for words, tears start to form and threaten to fall down his face. Humiliation is all over his face, you have permanently scarred his face. Maimed him as he laughed at Aemond for being. This scar was not gained honorably, not in a battle, not because he was punished, not from protecting a damsel in distress. He gained nothing from it.

He let a woman, his sister, swipe him so brutally. It made him even less of a man in the eyes of everyone. 

No mother to comfort him, not even a whore to console him, the only person he had was his sister who was looking down on him.

Laughing at him. 

Your laughter died down, small giggles escaping your lips still. The lack of air to your head and raw adrenaline diluted the pain you should be feeling at the moment. You walked over to your brother, looking down at him as he looked down at you moments ago with his hands on your throat.

“I am greater than you now brother, you are still a bastard. I could have you hung and spiked on the walls. However, it breaks my heart to see you like this.” You say softly with a joking tone. Vaegon continues looking up at you with a rage behind his eyes.

“If it would serve as compensation. You can have the privilege of standing guard at mine and Prince Aemonds marital chambers on our wedding night. As a parting gift.” 

Vaegon instantly stands on his feet and scoffs with a baffled expression. Suddenly, the weight of his crimes against a noble hit him hard, and he rushed out of the room to escape to who knows where.

You stood there for a few moments, absorbing your grand victory. You didn’t care where he ran, who he ran to, what he was going to do after running. Your breath was heavy and your lungs began to feel like they were struggling to take air in.

Just as your adrenaline calmed down it rose back up with anxiety. You rushed over to your mirror and looked at your neck to see bruises already forming and where his armor had cut your neck. How could you explain this? Someone will see your bruises and see Vaegons cheek and put it together. 

You hadn’t noticed the tears running down your face until you looked in the mirror, you looked in disarray. 

The pain started to shock through your body, finally registering the violence Vaegon put onto you.

Your throat felt like it was closing up, the pressure from your corset made the rising bruise on your lower back hurt so badly you feared you might empty your stomach on the floor. 

You saw the blood trail on the floor and your eyes moved over to the balcony and there was a small pool of blood in plain sight. You looked around your chambers for anything to clean it up. You froze by the sound of knocking at your door followed by your door opening. 

You hear the sound of crashing and liquid splashing on the floor. Someone rushed to your side who you recognized to be Mela. She knelt by your sitting form and held your arms gently. 

“Princess! What happened?! Who hurt you?!” Mela attempted to talk calmly but the urgency of the moment raised her tone. 

You don’t know what happened, all of a sudden everything came crashing down onto you. You were crying so hard you couldn’t form any words, your throat and neck hurt even worse with all your heavy breathing. Stuttering out incoherent and unfinished sentences with hand gestures that meant nothing. 

Mela stood and held you close to your chest like a mother would, and you held onto her arms and cried. She yelled something at Ellyn and the girl rushed out of the room, the door left wide open potentially for anyone to see. The pain of being manhandled by Vaegon started seeping in and all of a sudden your whole body started hurting, you couldn’t tell where it was coming from; you only knew it hurt. 

“Shhhh, Let me see Princess.”

Mela lifted your chin and gasped at the state of your neck. She lightly touched one of the fresh bruises, even the lightest touch made you whimper and flinch away. You couldn’t breathe without pain shocking through your body which made you cry more so tears never stopped streaming down your face. 

A barrage of footsteps approaches the open door to see Mela holding your sobbing body. Immediately a maester is by your side, gently pushing Mela away to see your injuries. You close your eyes to think the pain away, and a few gasps follow when your neck becomes exposed. 

“Gods be good, who did this Princess?” The Maester touched around your neck to examine the damage. You couldn’t think, the feeling of eyes on you, the pain in your neck, the pain in your lower back tightened by a corset.

You claw at the back of your dress just wanting to tear it off. Mela stops your hands to pull you onto your feet, your groans of pain don’t stop her at all. Ellyn moves behind you to loosen the layers of your dress. You let out a deep sigh of relief when your corset is removed and your body almost fully collapses into Mela.

Your lower back is revealed with the removal of the corset and you hear gasps of sympathy from the other maids in the room. Mela has you against her in a way that your breasts aren’t revealed to keep some form of modesty, even if it’s just maids and a maester.

“Gods… what has happened here?!” Alicents voice sounded through the room, her voice painted with concern. 

“I’m not sure my Queen, she’s in too much pain. She won't speak.” The Maester said without turning to Alicent still looking around at the newly discovered bruise. The Maester leaves the room to hopefully get some kind of ointment or cream to soothe you.

You looked up at Alicent and she looked down at you, biting at the skin of her thumb. 

The small part of you that isn’t in pain feels humiliated, this was your triumphant moment over your brother. But here you are, crying so hard you can’t speak, naked from the waist up, multiple people gawking at your injured limp body. You can barely even listen to the people around you, blood is pumping through your ears. 

A nightgown comes over your head and you move your arms slowly to fill the armholes. By the feeling of the fabric you can tell it’s not one from Westeros, it’s one of your own from Volantis. With these, your back could remain open instead of being rubbed with cloth. You watch Alicent move her hand to caress your hair gently, looking at you with an expression you can’t make out. Sympathy? Pity?

Alicent leans down and murmurs something to you.

“Was this Aemond?”

You shake your head no and the queen lets out a sigh of relief and does one wipe of your cheek with her thumb. You made an earnest attempt to squeeze out any sound through your tightening throat.

“Vaegon-“ you pointed to the blood near the balcony, the hand you pointed with still had his blood and skin on your fingers. 

“Where is her brother? Find him!” Alicents voice rises to yell at the guards nearby. She leaves the room with haste to go off to who knows where. 

You are guided onto a couch deeper into your chambers to allow room for a maid with water and cloth to gently dab your neck. You try your best to contain your whimpers to not humiliate yourself further. Another maid grabs your hand with a wet cloth and cleans the hand you scarred Vaegon with.

After some time the Maester reentered the room with a jar of some kind of ointment. You hope the cream provides some instant comfort, anything to relieve your aches. Tears still streaked down your face, the pain still ever persistent, but you held your whimpers down still.

“Alright Princess, I’ve retrieved an ointment made of arnica. It should help with the aches and inflammation.” The Maester hands the ointment to Ellyn, she quickly replaces the maid behind you. You move your hair away to expose your neck.

Everyone besides Ellyn begins to make their leave to give you privacy now that their duty is done. You close your eyes and let out a sigh of relief when Ellyn starts to gently rub the bruised area on the back of your neck. However your eyes don’t stay closed for long; as the door opens for everyone to make their leave, a soft ‘My Prince’ in unison makes your eyes instantly open. 

Aemond enters the room with long strides, passing by servants without care. He was wearing his normal black leather, eyepatch, and sword still at his side. Ellyn stopped applying the ointment to stand up, and give a small bow to Aemond with a customary ‘my Prince’. 

“Mm. Give it here.” Aemond holds out his hand to be given the ointment. He scans the room to see the blood has not yet been cleaned up.

“Clean that up and make your leave.” He hums, Ellyn quickly hands him the jar and grabs a cloth. 

“Aemond...” You whisper to not force your voice. You jump at the feeling of Aemonds ungloved fingers applying ointment to the back of your neck. Aemonds touch struggles to be gentle, his hands are roughly textured, and you can tell he hasn’t had to be gentle with much before. 

“I caught him.” He said in a normal tone. You look to the side, your eye area red and cheeks still wet from your never-ending crying. A look of confusion grazed your face under your pained expression. 

“I walk in the gardens at night. I heard him yelling, I saw him push you. I figured he would run.”  Aemonds fingers moved to the side of your neck that was exposed to him.

“Do not take it as much. A bastard boy attacked a…Targaryen. A high crime, it was simply duty.” He talks like he doesn’t care, truly unreadable... Almost like the hardened guards that are on duty in front of the black wall in Volantis, but not quite that extreme.

But here he sits, doing his best to gently rub in ointment into the bruised necklace painted into your skin. You can’t help but give him a slight smile, Aemonds eye flickers up and moves right back down. 

Without being able to speak more than a word or two, you and Aemond sit in silence. Even when he turns you around to get the front of your throat.

You got the opportunity to look at his face closer than you ever had. Your eyes traced his red scar, your sight stopped by his eyepatch but it continued below; on down to his sharp strong nose which huffed out deep breaths occasionally; to his pink lips, straightened in focus. Of course, his most important features to you, his one good eye, a beautiful shade of purple, pointed down looking at your neck and ever so often flicked further down when he needed to get more from the jar. His platinum white hair was tucked behind his ears so he didn’t get any in his face while leaning down.

This wouldn’t last. You knew that. Soon he would remember reality and pull back once again.

“Turn back around, I have to get your back.”

Your view of Aemond is torn away by his hands twirling you back around. He makes a ‘mmm’ sound and rubs the excess on his fingers on the middle of your open back. Leaving you rather confused until he speaks.

“Your lower back is covered by your nightgown. I have to pull it down.”

You jump a little at the idea of being almost fully naked in front of him, even though the sheer fabric of your nightgown left nothing to the imagination and left most of your skin open to the air. It’s the implication of it all.

“Gods, Calm down. I will only be seeing your back, nothing I won’t see soon enough.”

Aemond pulls at the sleeves of your nightgown and slides it down as low as it can go as you are sitting down. Even though he is behind you and can’t see your breasts you feel the need to cover them with your arms, but you resist. 

Aemond starts to apply ointment once again, he presses a little too hard and a gasp gets caught in your throat, and flinch away. Aemond grasps your hips to still you and bring you back.

“I’m sorry. Let me try again.”

You nod and hope that he’s more gentle this time. This bruise was a single large long bruise straight across your lower back so it made it harder to comfortably touch it at all. He was as gentle as he could be, it would hurt regardless. 

You had to make it through the pain yourself. Focusing on making the pain go away in your head. The first thought that came to your head was how intimate this position felt compared to the others. The lower back felt like one of the more intimate locations to touch between two people. Yes, Aegon touches you there occasionally but you only allowed that because you knew Vaegon was looking. 

Aemond doing it felt different. Even if it was just him helping you. His touch brought pain with it but it still somehow got a shiver up your spine that was pleasant in its own way.

He applied the ointment rather quickly, you snapped out of your thoughts when he began to bring your nightgown back up your body and you slipped your arms through the strapped sleeves.

“You should sleep soon, you will heal faster,” Aemond spoke, rubbing your arms from the back. You froze when you felt his breath on the back of where your neck met your shoulder. Your heart starts beating fast as you can almost feel his lips disrupt the peach fuzz on your skin. 

Suddenly seconds later Aemond abruptly pulls away physically and emotionally, just as he did before. He stands and briskly walks to your chamber door, on his way he taps onto a table to put your attention to a goblet and pitcher. 

“Should aid with sleep.” 

You didn’t even get a chance to process anything. You swore you still felt his touch on your skin, it made you shiver. Aemond shut the door all but gently, leaving you alone with yourself. You sighed at the loss of touch and Aemond ran off once again.

You wouldn’t see Aemond for a few days once again.

You pushed yourself up onto your feet with a sharp pain. The ointment helped but it didn’t help with sudden movements. You hobbled over to the table Aemond gestured to. You studied it briefly before pouring the substance into the goblet. It was a cloudy blue color, you weren’t sure what to make of it. You reluctantly took a sip, your body wanted to reject it instantly. It tasted extremely bitter with an undertone of honey. It must’ve been put there for a reason so you at least finish the cup. 

Not being able to drink anymore you blow out the bigger lights in your chambers, leaving the smaller ones still lit. You started to feel drowsy, deciding to commit to lying down. Getting under the covers trying to get comfortable, you decided it was too hot under them and pushed them to the side to only cover part of your body. You found a single position that didn’t put extreme pressure on your bruises and instantly fell to sleep.

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Let's Be Honest, If You Could Hop Dimensions, You'd Save Eddie Munson Too <- AO3 LINK

(Please give my Steddie+Original NonBinary Time/Dimension Traveling Character fic a shot? I'm writing again, and I need validation, please REBLOG. Steve Harrington isn't the only one with a Praise Kink around here. 🫠)

It's a very unserious comedy/adventure- Featuring a Non Binary Character named Haven (this is not a self insert). They are a badass Dimension/Time Traveler who shows up for Eddie. It's hard not to fall for the OP baddie who comes specifically to save your ass, so naturally Eddie falls for them, then Haven helps Eddie see he can have it all and they quickly rope Steve into their shenanigans. This ain't a slow burn, but because it's the Apocalypse you'd think, 'there's barely any time for make-outs and cuddles'... but when Boys in Crop Tops are involved, we make time...

Also, it features a lovely scene where Eddie is in disguise and Steve cannot for the life of him 🥵...

<Artwork above is my own creation assisted by AI> ...with a little helping of original art inspired by the scene from @DrawingRune on Twitter ...

Summary:

Getting dropped into the Stranger Things Universe in the boathouse where Eddie Munson is currently hiding out could have gone better. Unfortunately, dimension traveling isn't an exact science. Honestly, its kind of a shot in the dark at the best of times.

At least they landed near the person they were looking for.

The timing could have been better.

And they had some notes on the point of arrival.

Being that it was just behind the boat where Eddie was currently hiding under a tarp, in fear for his life. Would have been a smoother entrance if it had been about six feet over, in the actual boathouse, and three feet above the water instead of below it.

Relationships:

Eddie Munson/Original Character, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington/Original Character, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson/Original Character, Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler

Additional Tags:

Fix-It, Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Dimension Travel, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Protective Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Has ADHD, Bisexual Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Hurt Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington Is a Mess, Steve Harrington Needs Love, Steve Harrington Has a Praise Kink, Wingman Robin Buckley, Robin Buckley Loves Nancy Wheeler, Bisexual Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley Has ADHD, Nancy Wheeler is a Mess, Protective Eleven | Jane Hopper, Pansexual Eleven | Jane Hopper, Polyamory, Polyamorous Characters, Polyamory Negotiations, non binary character, Polyamory is the answer to everything, Gaybies, everyone is a little gay, Comedy, Don't delude yourself, you were thinking about going to save Eddie too, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Character Death, Don't worry it's only Jason, Creepy Henry Creel | One | Vecna, Sorry Vecna there's a new Baddie in town, Thy name is Haven

[fangsandfracturedhearts]

Fangs and Fractured Hearts

Chapter 19: Hark Thy Plea

Summary: After embracing eternity as a vampire spawn under Astarion's wing, the Crimson Palace becomes a haunting symbol of the man he once was. As his personality unravels into a dark abyss, you flee. A year of hardship unveils the harsh reality of existence as a vampire spawn.

Just as all hope seems lost, a twist of fate reunites you with Astarion, revealing a glimmer of hope amidst the shadows. As you navigate the complexities of your relationship, you must confront the unsettling truth behind the Rite of Profane Ascension and the devilish secrets it holds.

In a race against time, you embark on a daring quest to save Astarion from his descent into darkness. With each choice you make, the stakes grow higher, testing the limits of your courage and determination.

Will Astarion find redemption, or is he destined to succumb to his own inner turmoil?

Word Count: 6.2k

Pairing: Ascended Astarion x female!Tav Spawn

Warnings: [Will try to continue to add more, but in general expect explicit content for mature audiences]

Possible spoilers. Eventual Explicit Content. Slow Burn. Thoughts of Suicide. Violence. Blood. Injury. Mature Content. Self-Harm. Mentions of in-game content. Completely fabricated camp events. Mentions of Astarion's Trauma.

If you notice a very critical tag missing, please don't hesitate to let me know

Rating: Explicit 18+ - [Meant For Mature Audience]

The words on the page blur and melt together before your tired eyes as another wave of hunger invites you to be crushed beneath the tsunami of madness. The sound of the blood gurgling through Shadowheart’s arteries and ventricles goads you with every musical pulse. Your vision is overshadowed momentarily, and when you sober, you find yourself taking steps toward her with your eyes centred on the fluttering vein in her neck.

You propel yourself backward, slamming into the bookshelf. Shadowheart startles to her feet with her weapon in hand, but she’s watching the archway. Her heartbeat soars, and with it, your bloodlust only explodes, detonating like a bomb burning a hole in your empty stomach.

I could sneak up behind her and take her so easily while she’s distracted.

“What was that?” She’s tense, ready to strike, and her radiant magic is already making the pads of her fingers glow golden. “Do you think Astarion escaped?”

Hells. What are you thinking? You bite your tongue, dig your fingernails into your arms, and scrawl your pain into your ashen skin. Your control is warring against you with the ferocity of an army, and this is not a battle that you will win. You press your still-raw back into the shelves, reopening the wounds and using the anguish to keep yourself from gouging out your eyes to stop them from mooring on Shadowheart’s mouthwatering blue-green veins.

“It wasn’t him,” you croak, and Shadowheart whirls at the tension that makes your voice stiff. “You’re going to have to lock me away, Shadowheart. You’re not safe with me for much longer.”

“Illyria…” Shadowheart shakes her head, taking steps back from your feral glare.

When your body spasms, convulsing and contorting inhumanely, her worry eclipses her fear, and she comes toward you.

“Don’t!” You snarl, squeezing your eyes shut. “I’m—” you stutter as another cramp makes your breath hiss from your throat. “Just give me a moment.”

You let it hurt because it will keep you present until this bout subsides. It’s only a matter of time before your grip on your nature slips away.

“Did he eat today?” You ask as it eases, and you try to get your psyche to reorient itself.

It’s been over a week since you locked Astarion in the kennels, and you haven’t returned. Despite the danger it puts her in, Shadowheart insists on being the one to deliver him food and to check on him, citing that he cannot compel her to dispel the Arcane Lock. As much as you hate putting her life in his crosshairs, she is correct.

“No.” She takes a seat on the floor at the opposite end of the room. “He asked for you again. He assured me it was him. Are you sure it’s not?”

You nod with a sigh. “I’m sure. If it was really him, I would be able to feel it in my head.”

“I still do not quite understand that part,” she muses, trying to keep the conversation flowing to keep you distracted. “What in the Hells is a bride, and why is it different than a spawn?”

“I’m not exactly a spawn and not a true vampire; I’m somewhere in-between.”

“Who knew vampires had their own kind of marriage?” She smirks.

You shrug, “Astarion apparently.”

“And you can feel him in your head? What in the Hells is that like? I’m not sure I would enjoy having someone privy to my thoughts and feelings like that.”

“Honestly, it’s… blissful,” you admit, and swallow the thick grief that balls in your throat. “We are like one soul. Without him, I feel hollow, like a part of me is missing or my soul isn’t complete.”

“We will find a way to get him back.” She assures you with a soft, zephyr intonation. “But we need you to stay sane until we can. You need to eat.”

Your head falls into your hands. It’s not safe for you to leave Shadowheart here alone with him. If he should escape, you would be able to keep him occupied long enough for her to flee. You suppose you could try to chase some rats down. It’s not like it would be the first one you’ve ever eaten.

“I know,” you mumble, fiddling with your fingers. You try to lighten up the conversation. “He’s been spoiling me. I usually just feed on him now.”

“He lets you drink his blood?” Shadowheart’s eyes widen.

Shit. With your mind so unfocused and fogged, it’s hard to recall what you’ve mentioned and what you haven’t.

“Yes, but maybe it’s best if we stop talking about blood,” you say, fighting off another wave of nausea.

“How much would you need to feel better?”

The question catches you off guard and makes your gauzy vision sharpen instantly. “Sorry?” 

“Well, it simply will not do if both of you lose your minds.” Shadowheart tries to hide her hesitancy, but her brows pinch irresolutely. “I could help—”

“No,” you say, cutting her off before she can offer you her neck. Your words are brusque and steeped in warning. “Absolutely not. I don’t have the same dominance over myself as Astarion did. I can’t be trusted to stop. Let me be clear. I won’t stop. I won’t be able to.”

Shadowheart nods in understanding with a clenched jaw and tight lips, keeping whatever she wants to say at bay. 

“I’m going to go see him,” you decide. It’s a risk, but so is staying here with Shadowheart’s warm body, which smells like the sustenance you so desperately crave. “If I yell for you to leave, get out. Do not come down there.”

“He’s dangerous.” Shadowheart says, with a hint of disapproval.

“As am I.” You push yourself to your feet unsteadily. “I need to see him.”

Shadowheart doesn’t argue further, and you’re thankful for it. Wandering through the maze of quiet halls is daunting, and you stand at the top of the staircase leading down toward the kennels. You can’t bring yourself to take the next steps as flashbacks and the sound of your own screams blare between your ears.

You cringe and instead make your way to Astarion’s chambers. The thick wooden door creaks when you push it open and stand in the doorway. It still smells of him, though the scent is vague. It is simultaneously comfort and heartache that burden your heart. You weren’t allowed in here, and the room looks alien.

Somehow, even after everything, it still feels wrong to step foot in this room, and you do so cautiously as if he might pop out of thin air to teach you another lesson. You explore, picking up brushes, combs, and soaps, as if they might help you feel closer to him, but these things are not the belongings of the man you love.

The bed beckons you, inviting your weary mind to trance. Between having to govern your bloodlust carefully and remaining constantly alert, repose has not been attainable. It leaves your brain feeling heavy and swollen in your skull under the combined weight of exhaustion, hunger, and heartache.

A beige linen catches your eye, rumpled just below the dusty bed skirt. You crouch, pulling the fabric away to reveal a pillow hastily cached beneath the bed. You get on your knees with a frown and peer underneath. Your heart lurches when you see the navy and silver stars of the shroud gathered from his grave.

Pulling it into your lap, the pads of your fingers course over the delicate fabric. It’s been worn and stained, but expertly patched and repaired time and time again. Why would he keep this when he shunned and discarded everything that evoked unpleasant memories of his past after his ascension?

Even you.

Thoughts drift unclearly between what you’ve learned about Mephistopheles and the Lord of Lies. If nothing else, lacking the ability to rest has given you ample opportunity to delve into your research.

Mephistopheles, Lord of Hellfire, Baron of Cania, for all his insanity, is regarded as a careful and cunning individual with unparalleled mastery in wizardry. It remains unclear if Cazador knew anything about what Mephistopheles had planned when he made the deal. Astarion burned most of Cazador’s old journals as soon as he came across them, destroying any insights they may have contained.

If you had to guess, you imagine Cazador, much like Astarion, saw the power on offer and had little foresight regarding the consequences. 

Mephistopheles is second only to Asmodeus, Supreme Master of the Nine Hells — Lord of Lies. Though Asmodeus and Mephistopheles are said to be allies, they are contradictorily also great enemies. Mephistopheles covets Asmodeus’s throne, and now that he is free of his unpredictability, it’s a certainty that his ambitions for usurping it have only increased. 

It is the angle you’re hoping to exploit, but how to get an audience with The Archfiend eludes you. He is known to be a supreme strategist with unmatched, legendary prowess in manipulation — an omen Shadowheart has pointed out in her attempts to talk you out of this foolish plot.

But Asmodeus remains the underlying power behind all infernal contracts, and thus, it is your best opportunity to have the terms of Astarion’s renegotiated.

What choice will you make if it comes down to letting Astarion be unravelled at the very seams of his being or plunging him back into an eternity of painful bloodlust and darkness? Robbing Astarion of his newfound life against his wishes is unconscionable. Though your intentions may be pure, and your heart is in the right place, is forcing your agenda on him any less monstrous than Cazador?

The thought is too painful to dwell on, and you push it away for now. It is too heavy of a question to entertain when your mind is in a near-rabid haze of bloodlust and fatigue.

With the shroud still clasped in your hand, you navigate the concourse of halls in an almost trance-like daze until you come to the door to the kennels. The key trembles in your hand, hovering just before the lock. As it creeps closer to the threshold, the harsher your hand shakes, the hotter the lacerations carved into your flesh burn, and you wince, grinding your teeth together as your mind’s eye evokes the echos of your torture. 

“I can hear you out there, you know.” Astarion’s voice is muffled but audible enough for your sharp hearing. You hate the way it makes you bristle and simultaneously soothes.

You wipe the wetness from your cheeks and let yourself into the frigid room. The candles light at your silent command and illuminate the space in a warm glow, but they do nothing to provide any pleasantry. You sit on the floor opposite the cell door and stare at the shroud in your hands, letting your fingers run over the delicate fringing.

Pressing your mutilated back against the chilled wall provides some relief from the searing torment, and you finally bring your eyes up to meet Astarion’s, who watches you with a vague curiosity. His wrists and forearms are raw and ruddy, the silver blistering his ivory skin with a feverish hue.

Astarion and you sit in an oddly comfortable silence, regarding each other with varying degrees of cautious interest.

“You haven’t been eating.”

“Neither have you, by the looks of it,” he retorts with a blasé intonation.

You sigh, letting your eyes sail to the ceiling with a sarcastic laugh. “I’m not very good at hunting.”

“I’m well aware of your incompetence,” he chuckles. You’re surprised to hear genuine mirth in it, but he always did enjoy the fact that you were inferior. “You always were a dreadful disappointment.” 

“As were you,” you say unemotionally.

“You wound me, pet.” He pauses, running a hand through his matted hair. You cannot help but notice the way his fingers jitter. “Yet, you’re still trying to save what’s left of my bastard soul. After everything I’ve done to you, why?"

It feels odd to be having what feels like a conversation with this version of him. You lean forward, squinting in the dim light. “Because he deserves to live, and there is nothing I wouldn’t do to make that happen.”

“I will kill you before I let you imprison me back inside that snivelling boy.”

“Maybe, but you haven’t managed to kill me yet.”

He shrugs. “There is still time, my dear.”

“I suppose there is.” You let your eyes close and drape the shroud around your shoulders.

“You’ve been snooping in my room. Bad girl.”

Your eyes open lethargically, and you are unable to focus correctly. The question sighs from your lips. “Why do you hate me so much?”

“Do you truly want to know?”

Do you? Probably not. “Yes.”

“You make a fucking mess of me.” He hisses, baring his teeth. “When I look at you, I see him, and he is my last tether to that fear and weakness I spent centuries eroding myself from. I love and despise you in equal measure. I cannot bear to return to the pain and shadows. I would rather perish, and you’re the only one who has a chance to convince me to do so. You are the embodiment of my last remaining weakness.”

You sigh, letting your eyes close. “I will get Astarion back.” 

“You do realize he is me, and I am him.” Astarion lets his head rest on the wall, and you can see the weariness and pain that make his face twitch as he suppresses winces. “We are two sides of the same coin.”

“I know.”

It is quiet for many minutes, with just the sound of Astarion’s languidly beating heart and even breath. Your hands ball into fists and cramp, and you have to flex and shake them out repeatedly to get the pain to ebb.

“Why couldn’t you love me?” Astarion’s voice is nearly a whisper.

The question makes your eyes catapult open. “What?”

He clears his throat and speaks a little louder. “Why couldn’t you love me as I am, like this? Am I really so terrible?”

“You are joking, right?” You gawk, trying to read the unreadable. He stares at you, unexpressive and stolid as ever. “You tortured me, starved me, and tried to whore me out. You are no better than Cazador like this.”

“SILENCE!” He bellows, making you flinch. “You do not speak his name in my presence.” He grimaces, shaking his head slightly. “If you had just listened and been as obedient as I had hoped you would be, I would not have had to treat you in such a manner.”

You narrow your eyes at him. Fear and anger lap up your throat in the form of burning bile. “Is that what he said to you, Astarion? Are those the lies Cazador whispered in your ear when you rebelled against him despite his torments?”

Astarion’s voice is spiritless and glacially cold. “Yes.”

“Well, it was all bullshit. You didn’t deserve anything that was done to you.”

Astarion leans forward threateningly, half of his face washed with flicking candlelight that causes eerie shadows to stagger across his sharp features. “You deserved everything I ever did to you.”

You laugh hollow and bitter. “Perhaps I did.”

He seems taken aback by your cavalier answer, and he leans back without uttering another word. Astarion leans his head back on the wall and lets his eyes close, and you follow suit, content to sit in silence. Exhaustion settles like a blanket over your mind. You rally against it, but your trance sweeps you away in its wake. 

The overwhelming scent of brimstone and sulphur chokes you awake. The air is so hot that it feels like you’re breathing fire into your lungs with every inhalation. It’s painful to open your eyes. The moisture is broiled right out of them between every blink, leaving them feeling mummified in their sockets. 

A barren plain, scarred with chasms and ravines, stretches out before you. The edges of which are barely visible, but the land seems to be floating in an infinite red void. You stare up at the sky but see no erratically shooting fireballs or the clouds of volcanic ash that you thought would be present. 

You are not in Avernus.

Your hair whips wildly in the stifling winds that gust across the desolate land. Before you can move, the land under your feet shakes violently, and a rift opens between your legs. You’re thrown off balance with another ruthless shake and plunged into a seemingly endless ravine. 

The speed of your fall only increases as you tumble head-over-heels until even the light from the surface is swallowed by the rayless darkness. Minutes, hours, or maybe days go by as you fall into the featureless dark. You get the distinct impression that time flows differently here. Instead of a coursing river always flowing one way, it feels like waves being thrust back and forth on a turbulent sea, time receding and swelling with it. 

It could also be that your senses are scattered and unable to make any sound judgments. 

When the penumbra finally spits you out of its void-like maw, you thud off the ground with enough force to make your body bounce like a rubber ball. Though the light is dim, it still hurts your eyes, and you blink rapidly until they adjust. Pushing yourself up, you stand in awe of the green-steel fortress sitting at the centre of a mammoth, cross-shaped city. 

“Beautiful, is it not?” 

The voice makes you jump and whirl around, taking on a defensive stance with fire already in hand. An attractive, albeit menacing, woman stands before you with long, dark hair and black eyes that seem to swallow light itself.

She lets her head fall back with a lilting, euphonious laugh. “Put that away, bloodkin. I mean you no harm.” 

You recognize the voice, but not in this form. “Tiamat?” 

She glides over to you, her long black robes swishing with every step. “Lord of the Nine will see you. Follow me.”

Tiamat doesn’t wait for you to answer before starting to walk toward the city with her arms wrapped tightly behind her back. It takes you a moment to assimilate what’s happening, trying to decide if this could be a dream, but you jog after her before she disappears.

The air itself seems to be forged of oppressive dread as you trail the woman through the streets; some are uninhabited and eerily quiet; others are bustling with devils of every shape and size. They hardly pay you any mind, other than a glance that usually ends with disgust.

“Where am I?”

“Malsheem, child,” Tiamat says with a monotone voice. “The Citadel of Hell in Nessus.”

You look around at the mammoth city that dwarfs you. It’s buildings rising high, but there is no sky to be seen. “Do you know how I got here?”

“Mortals cannot access the city without The Archfiend’s approval. He knows thou seek him, and he will hear your plea.”

It feels like you walk through a near-infinite number of streets and alleys until you come to the towering fortress of glinting green steel. It is impossibly high, the main tower so colossal that it extends up far beyond what your eyes can see. It makes a shiver run down your spine, and you try to regain your composure. 

Tiamat guides you through halls of immaculately polished, gold-veined marble. A pervading golden light bathes the corridors with no discernible source. Just like the city that extends around it, the structure is monumental, and although it is breathtakingly beautiful, the feeling of dread is relentless and follows you like a shadow.

The halls are largely devoid of life except for you and Tiamat, even though you think you could quite possibly fit the entire populace of Faerûn in this building alone.

She stops at double doors guarded by two hulking armoured guardians that stand as still as statues as you approach. For a moment, you think they actually might be statues, but Tiamat speaks to them in a language you can’t understand, and they pull the doors open in perfect unison.

Tiamat gestures you forward with a regal sweep of her arm. “Go, child. Do not keep him waiting.”

“You’re not coming?” Though it’s probably foolish, there is something about her that feels safe, and you’re not keen on facing the devil alone.

She smiles, almost seductively, and shakes her head. “The audience is for you and you alone.”

You swallow thickly, suddenly feeling so infinitesimally small, like a speck of stardust floating alone into the furthest reaches of the cosmos. A profound sense of icy terror tangles into your muscles and roots in your chest.

If you walk into this chamber, once a deal is struck — a contract signed in blood — there is no going back.

Even if you weren’t nearly out of your mind with bloodlust, on the verge of collapse from exhaustion, and burdened by mind-numbing fear, what do you know about negotiating deals with devils?

“I cannot bear to return to the pain and shadows. I would rather perish.”

Astarion does not want to go back, and after living for a year in the dark, perpetually starving to the point of pain, you cannot say you blame him. Still, you cannot stand by and watch him be emptied of everything that makes him, well, him.

You must do this.

You can do this.

You think.

You hope.

You square your shoulders and try to stand as straight as your cramping stomach will allow, but truly, you know it will make little difference in how the devil views you. To devils, you are merely a pawn in their games, a thing to be played with, used, and discarded when you are no longer amusing.

The doors slam closed behind you when you enter the room, making you jump slightly and curse. The room is stately, and much like everything in this place, immense. Shelves carved into the white marble are filled with innumerable scrolls that line the walls from floor to implausibly high ceiling. A fire crackles in a hearth easily double your height in width and length, the opening like a dragon’s gaping maw. It is quite a sight, and dare you say, homey, in comparison to the stark and sterile ambiance the rest of the fortress exuded. 

In the midst of the room is a tiered podium, and upon it is a throne that is all cuttingly sharp angles and gleaming spikes that threaten to impale any who dares to misstep around it. A menacingly large, red-skinned devil lounges in it. His eyes glow red in a way that reminds you of Astarion’s, and he regards you with an expression between scrutiny and ambivalence.

He wears extravagant, long robes of black, red, and gold regalia and holds a sceptre in one giant taloned hand. With a charming smile framed by a perfectly trimmed beard, he is strangely attractive in a he-could-snap-you-like-a-matchstick-with-one-hand kind of way.

“Come, child.” He says with a rumbly, captivating voice, beckoning you further into the room with a clawed finger. “Don’t dawdle. We have much to discuss.”

How does one greet a devil of such esteem? What is the custom? Curtsy? Bow? Kneel? You have no idea, so you step forward and bow stiffly. It seems to please him enough to make his smile widen slightly, quirking up at one corner.

“So, you are the little nightwalker who killed one of Hell's own.” His fingers come to his chin, stroking his pointed beard, and his red eyes narrow. He cocks his head at you as if you’ve piqued his interest. “I expected you to be taller.”

The only thing being taller would have assisted with in that battle would have been giving you a better view of the hatred in Raphael’s eyes when you mocked him. It makes you laugh, but you quickly stifle it. Do you apologize for killing him? Is that what Asmodeus is seeking?

Gods. You are way out of your depth. Shadowheart was right. This was a terrible, awful, no-good idea, but you are here now, and it’s too late to turn back.

“I got sick of his weird, metaphorical threats and theatrics.”

“Yes. He did decorate his speech with reprehensible rhymes and brainless witticisms, the smarmy bastard.” Asmodeus’ lips curl in disgust, and he leans back in his chair. “Truth be told, you did me quite a favour by doing away with him. He was too much like his father, overreaching and ambitious to a fault.”

“Uh,” you stutter, breath catching in your throat. “You’re welcome?”

“Come closer, little lamb chop. Let me take a look at you. I will not bite, unlike yourself.”

You take a couple of small, shuffling steps. Asmodeus stands, descending the tiers with unprecedented arrogance. It’s only now that you realize how tall he is. Astarion is tall — much taller than you, at least — but Asmodeus appears to nearly double Astarion’s height. He has to crane his head down to look at you as if you were a Gnome or Halfling.

“You are not very impressive,” he says, with a drone of displeasure returning to his throne. "You seek to renegotiate the terms of your master’s contract. What is his name again?”

“Astarion Ancunin.”

“Ah-yes. The rebellious, scared little spawn who had the great misfortunate of usurping his master’s place and getting saddled with the consequences well hidden beneath clauses and footnotes. A diabolically inventive contract that. Tell me. What terms are you looking to rework exactly?”

“Mephistopheles imbued the Vampire Ascendant with parts of his—“

He cuts you off with a snap of his fingers that echoes throughout the room, freezing your tongue to the roof of your mouth. “I know the contract well, child. You do not need to explain it to me. Mephistopheles has always been cunning, though I will admit he outdid himself with this one. Name the terms you seek, and I will name my price.”

“I want whatever Mephistopheles rooted in Astarion to be reversed.”

Asmodeus's eyes gleam with a cunning that makes fear stew in your belly, and all your hair stands on end. “You do not wish to undo the ascension entirely? Intriguing. Do go on.”

“No. I want Astarion to keep the power he’s attained,” you assert with more confidence than you feel.

“Greedy, little immortal, aren’t you? So, you want all the benefits and none of the, shall we call them, drawbacks?” Asmodeus laughs throatily, booming and loud in your ears. “I would typically never entertain such nonsense, you understand. It’s highly unorthodox, but Mephistopheles has become a rather troublesome thorn in my side now that he has unburdened himself. I may be willing to come to an agreement, but the price will be high. Very high.”

What do you have that he would want? Very little, you imagine. “Name your price.”

If your heart could beat, you imagine it would have clawed its way out of your chest already. The fear is unconscionable, and your body trembles in anticipation of the next words that will eloquently purr from the devil’s mouth.

An enormous, saccharine smile adorns his face. “You must kill Mephistopheles and obtain the original contract from Mephistar. Tie your fate to your lover’s. If you run out of time, die in the process, or fail to kill Mephistopheles and obtain the contract, Astarion’s contract does not get amended, he will eventually succumb, and I own you, body and soul, for eternity.”

You take an unsteady step, as if his words physically knocked you back. You swallow. “You want me to kill Mephistopheles? But— How? There’s no way I can pull that off.”

“Take your Vampire Ascendant and let him use the power bestowed upon him by Mephistopheles to kill Mephistopheles. Poetic, no?”

“Poetic? Hardly! It’s suicide! There,“ you stutter as your frazzled brain misfires. “There must be something else. Anything else. I—“

“There is nothing else. These are my terms.” He cuts you off, his voice blaring with a fearsome scowl that transforms his striking features into the embodiment of terror. “It is a generous offer.” 

Generous offer by whose standards? You have to kill Mephistopheles, the most powerful archdevil, only surpassed by Asmodeus himself. Before you can even get the chance, you have to survive the frigid wasteland of Cania to get to Mephistar, and all before you run out of time.

Devils do not make deals unless they think they will reap the rewards of them. The question remains: which outcome would be best for Asmodeus — Mephistopheles death or your soul?

You cannot fathom what use he would have for your soul, but if what you’ve learned about him is correct, there is still something you’re not seeing.

You know you should refuse outright. What will Astarion think? How will he react when he knows you’ve put your soul and freedom on the line and tied your fate to his?

He would not want you to do this. He would beg you not to do this, but Astarion isn’t here, and this is the price of your greed.

Asmodeus' snaps his fingers, and the scroll conjures out of thin air with a puff of red smoke. Its edges smoulder, embers floating in the air around it like fireflies. Your name glows, searing all hues of oranges, reds, and yellows across the parchment.

“Do you accept?”

Your nerves fray under your skin, snapping and unwinding like the twine from a cut rope. Nothing ever comes without a cost. You are glad Astarion isn’t here, because if he were, he might be able to talk you out of making another decision that is sure to end in tragedy.

You prick your finger with the tip of your fang, reach out, and let your blood drip on the parchment. “I accept.”

The contract glows momentarily as your blood bubbles and boils, searing and sinking into it. With a click of Asmodeus’ fingers, the parchment rolls up and disappears from where it hovered.

It is done, and you have to lock your knees to keep yourself from sinking to the floor.

Gods. What have you done? How are you always getting yourself wrapped up in things you cannot win? You’ve just agreed to kill an archdevil or die trying and forfeit your soul.

But if you can guarantee Astarion will keep his powers — his life — then it’s worth it if, by some miracle, you can pull it off.

“Show me your power, little dragon.”

The archdevil’s voice brings you back from your lamentations. You blink. “Huh?”

“You are a powerful sorceress, no? Demonstrate what you reaped from your draconic ancestors. I wish to see it. Show me the fire within. Show me your light.”

You follow the command in a daze, holding out your palm, and summon a fiery sphere. You shake your head and focus on forcing the element to burn as hot as you can. The heat from it singes your face, and your eyes squeeze closed against the brightness.

“Hm. This is all? This is what is considered powerful on your plane?” Asmodeus expresses his disapproval with a scoff and a bored, passionless expression. Confirming what you already know. He’s just playing with you at this point. “Pathetic. You will surely die.”

He is right, but you would rather die and spend an eternity rotting in the Hells as his property than watch Astarion be diminished and turn into everything he hated — everything you strived to free him from.

“I will give you a boon,” he concludes. “A gift to aid you. Freely given.”

Before you can answer, he waves his sceptre, and your orb of fire shudders in your palm, convolutes, and bursts into white-hot hellfire. It is a volatile thing, forcing you to strain to keep control. It spurts and sputters, projecting arcing flares that squirm across its surface like a roiling pit of vipers.

It sinks into your palm and slowly spreads up your forearm, gaining speed until it envelops your whole body. You scream, falling under the agony of it as it feels like it burns your flesh much like the sun does.

“Hellfire is now yours to use. Another one of Mephistopheles’ cunning inventions you can turn against him.” The bored look on the archdevil’s face is replaced by a cruel, self-satisfied smile. “Be warned, wee immortal; channelling hellfire has a cost. I would advise against overuse, or I will be seeing you very soon.”

The white death absorbs into your skin, broils through your bloodstream, and eats away at your bones. Asmodeus yawns as if your suffering is supremely boring, and he does not let you recover before he waves his hand flippantly. A portal opens up under your thrashing body, and you’re cast into the energetically whirling gateway.

You are stuck in some nullity somewhere between your trance and wakefulness. There is nothing here in this white, blank vacuum that stretches infinitely in all directions. The ground beneath your feet is smooth and featureless. You wonder if the hellfire burned you away, and this is the death that awaits when you have been abandoned by all Gods. 

It’s so quiet. When you snap your fingers, no sound reaches your ears. This is a soundless, colourless, featureless void, but there is no pain, and you’re thankful for that at least. You wouldn’t mind lingering here for a bit and letting the world spin without you, if only for a little while.

The reprieve ends too soon, and you’re shaken violently, sending you sprawling and stumbling over the flat surface. It’s almost as if an earthquake were tearing through this weird dreamscape, but there is nothing to indicate movement at all. 

Did Astarion get out? 

Did he compel you into this nullity? 

Is he shaking or carving up your unconscious body? 

Everything shakes, shakes, shakes until you twist your fingers into your hair, tugging at the roots, and scream in a silent plea for it to stop.

You scream and lash out with fists at whatever is attacking you. Your fingers meet something physical, and a cry pierces the air. Grasping the Weave, your eyes fling open, expecting to see Astarion, but it’s Shadowheart who is looking at you through rounded eyes. Her lip is split, red, and fattening more and more in concordance with every beat of her heart. 

Blinking rapidly, you try to sift through the confusion that’s wrapped itself around your brain like razor wire. The smell of Shadowheart’s blood in your nostrils is saccharine, and your lips smack together as bloodlust settles like a thick, milky fog over your rational mind.

“Illyria?” Shadowheart asks. Her fingers graze her swollen lip with a wince. “Are you okay?” 

Speech is beyond you now. You barely comprehend the sounds coming from Shadowheart’s mouth. She sounds merely like mewling cuisine. 

“Did you do this to her, you monster?!” Shadowheart turns to Astarion. 

Dragging your unwilling eyes away from Shadowheart’s weeping lip and the sound of her rapidly beating heart, you try to focus on anything else.  

On the flickering flames of the candles. On the way the wax melts. On the way the way the stone floor feels on your fingertips.  

Anything.  

But you are hungry. Starved. Famished.  

She will protect herself, of course. You would expect nothing less of her, and oh, it will hurt, but what is pain to you anymore? It’s starting to feel like you are an entity made of pain, reborn in bloodlust, heartbreak, and torture. This pain, at least, will taste remarkably sweet. 

Shadowheart, you remind yourself. Shadowheart is my friend. She is good. She is here to help. She—  

— is full of arteries veritably begging to be punctured, full of blood to wet your tongue and throat, to give you strength, to make you happy .

No. No. No. You shake your head. She is my best friend. She is not food. She trusts me. She is—

— food. Quarry. Game. Prey.

A thrilling disequilibrium spills through as the room spins. Your thoughts are scattered and distant, more like fading echos than true thoughts. You are not a person capable of thought or reason. You are an animal of instincts, of senses, of exhilaration, and of starvation. Your vision is nothing but a sanguine, nebulous haze; the smell of her blood overwhelms you, and then instinct takes control.

You lunge with a growl, and you grasp the fleeing prey by the ankle and drag it back to you. It looks at you with scared, wild eyes as it struggles, but you subdue its flailing limbs with ease. Your skin prickles — hot, then hotter, then harrowing burning — but you’re in a state of derangement long past the idle considerations of physical pain.

You grind the thrashing, mewling mortal into the floor, rear your head back, and your fangs plunge into the imploring flesh, severing the artery that throbs just beneath. You moan as sweet, sweet coppery nectar bursts forth into your mouth and flows over your tongue like sweet serenity, a symphony of flavours parading on your palate. It is overwhelming, all-encompassing bliss, and your eyes roll back in your head and close.

You drink, and drink, and drink. 

Big thank you for everyone who takes the time to read/reblog/comment, and all the other magnificent things. As with most fic writers, I am a WHORE for comments. We appreciate even just an emoji. Please feed your fic writers the sustenance of comments 🥰

AO3 [Crossposted]

Master List of Chapters: Fangs and Fractured Hearts

If you're interested I write another fic with Spawn Astarion x Tav called - Shadows of the Past

I also have a Redeemed Durge Female presenting (who is still not a good person and has intrusive thoughts) X Acsended Astarion fic that is not about fixing him, and is mostly just about how they love each other -- evil and all.

It's in my A03 called "Lie to Me" if interested. Please be warned it gets... dark, to say the least. Lots of mayhem and gory murder.

Small Notes:

Did she make a bad deal? Did the devil strike at the perfect time when poor Illyria was too tired and hungry to have the ability to think straight?

Does she tell Astarion what she's done? Telling him this didn't go so well for her.

Would you have taken the deal if it was the only thing offered to you?

I'm going to be moving coming up pretty quickly here, so updates might be a little slower for the next little bit. But don't worry, this is 100% continuing.

[ramblingsfromthytruly]

i'm feeling much better now (i'm making another playlist)

[mithrilhearts]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have done it). Spread the self-love ❤

Look at me getting to this 500 years later (I'm so sorry!!) Anyway.

Thank you both so much, @cilil & @laurfilijames for sending me this ask game thingy!! I figured I'd just do it in one post, so I hope that's okay, but here we go!

I think picking my "favorite fics" of mine is like, asking a parent to pick their favorite child - not easy, in most cases I guess lol...but I will do my best and explain why! These are all based off of fics I've COMPLETED, and by no means reflects on my love and affection for the other stories I've written. I love them all for their own reasons, otherwise I wouldn't have written them.

In no particular order...

May Your Forge Burn Bright - This is THE original longfic from me. I started this back when I was creeping my way out of RP and into fanfiction, and was nothing more than an independent baby writer. (Been writing a long time, just never like this), and the story means so much to me, as well as the commentary from readers along the way. It's still my longest fic to date, and I love a good "alternate first meeting" fic. It's the OG, and you can't replace that.

Dragonhearted - The Hobbit & Beauty and The Beast are my two FAVORITE stories, and mashing them together like this was perfect for me. Dragon!Thorin is such a fun concept for me, and badass Bilbo is another. This setting just WORKS. (Also, did you know @i-did-not-mean-to had a BLANKET made for this fic???)

Kurdu 'abadaz - That's right, I finished this one just recently, and it has easily stolen my heart to being a favorite. The Fix-it fic that I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to write, that went under a LOT of rehashing and had a huge overhaul in the story early on when planning. It turned out so much better than anticipated, and the love for this fic from readers/friends has been overwhelming.

Fuck Thy Neighbor - A VERY FUN ROM-COM STYLE MODERN AU!!! This really had me cackling the entire way through, and like a few other fics of mine, it spawned from a writer's ask game/tag game thing that I can't quite remember. Accidental marriage & neighbors? I love it. It's so funny, and I enjoy rereading it frequently for the laughs.

When Darkness Shines Brightest - Did you know that anything can be made into a Bagginshield Fic? Did you know that this fic spawned from a joke/conversation between @starthecozy and I and then erupted into this really original Hades/Persephone, Nightmare Before Xmas, blended style fic?? Various worlds and environments, powers over elements, and saving homes from a dragon?? The Onion Fic sprouted, and blossomed into one of my favorite stories, and I got to collaborate with Star the entire way through it, and we had SO MUCH FUN!!! Go give it a read, it's really neat!!

Honorable Mentions:

(Take Me Back To) The Night We Met - My entry for THAUC22 (partnered with the amazing @consultingpacha), and one of my FAVORITE concepts. Yet again, another "alternate meeting" style fic, featuring small kids Fili and Kili, rather than adults. What it sets up to at the end of the fic blends into the OG Hobbit story, but with a few small changes that I kind of want to explore one day in a sequel. 👀

Between Vices and Virtues - My entry for TRSB22 (partnered with @mysandwichranaway!!) First of all, I love working with Sandy, it's truly one of my favorite things on this good planet, and I can't wait to do it again - hopefully soon. Secondly, this was my take at a modern royalty AU, and learning about how to connect with the people around you. I have two sequels planned for this universe (even if this fic kind of felt like a let-down in terms of reception? but idc about that lmao) it was so fun for me. A light dusting of magic superstition in a modern au setting? Sign me up!

[janeyseymour]

WIP Game

I've been tagged in this little game enough, but I don't have any WIPs because I just write and finish them one at a time! So... here is a plethora of stories that I plan on writing eventually (hopefully a few will come out of this spring break of mine)! Of course, there are many more with all of the prompt requests I get, but this is what we're looking at! Reply which ones you want sooner, and those will probably be the ones I get out the fastest!

Continuing with Love Thy Neighbor (The aftermath of Jared making his… lovely… appearance.)

Leaving On a Jet Plane (Reader has to take a trip and leave Melissa for a while… probably for a tour of some sort.)

Landslide (Melissa’s been through a lot of hardships in life. And now that you’re in the picture… she’s doing some self-reflection.)

Continuing with Unexpected (Melissa is nothing if not caring when it comes to the reader’s pregnancy.)

Continuing of Fire In My Heart (A soft warm wedding.)

Continuing of Intervention (Barb is pissed that Melissa never told her about you.)

I Wouldn’t Tell Anyone (You take good care of Melissa, not that anyone knows. The Abbott crew gets suspicious.)

The Color Green (Based off of the Brad Cooper cold opening- Melissa is jealous that the famous movie star is flirting with you.)

Red Wine Supernova (You just want to get to know Mel, and she just wants to get to know you.)

Just Sex (Melissa is hooking up with the chief at the firehouse, so you decide that you can have your own fun.)

[merlinrarepairfest]

Masterlist

With an amazing 36 works, the 2023 round of the Rare Pair Fest is now closed! Our lovely participants created for 21 different relationships, with Arthur/Gwen/Merlin snatching the first spot with 5 works, Merlin/Gwaine coming second with 4, and third place being shared by Gwen/Morgana, Gwaine/Percival, and Leon/Merlin, all with 3 works each.

The hugest thank you to everyone who left prompts, wrote fics, created art, read and shared and left some love, and last but not least to the Merlin Fic Book Club Server for hosting us on the Discord side of things. I was actually blown away by everyone's enthusiasm for this fest, and I can't wait for the second round <3

Until then, you can find all of this year's creations beneath the cut. Enjoy!!

All the love,

Mona (@queerofthedagger)

Title: can you understand me? Writer: sleepygecko Rating: Teen & Up Warnings: None Medium/Word Count: 3,606 words Pairing/main characters: Merlin/Leon Up to 10 tags: Animal Transformation, Fluff, Magic Reveal, First Kiss

Summary:

Leon wakes up in the forest as a dog with no memory of how he got there. Luckily Merlin stumbles upon him and is able to help.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/bbcm_rare_pair_fest_2023/works/49873792

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Title: Friendless Monster Writer: I_think_he_knows | @marlenemckinnonsuppremacy Rating: Teen and up audiences Warnings: No Archive warnings apply Medium/Word Count: 4891 words Pairing/main characters: Merlin/Arthur/Gwen Up to 10 tags: Polygamy, miscomunications, Fluff, Angst, Love, Love Confessions

Summary:

After years of peace in Camelot, Merlin is forced to reveal his magic to the two people he loves the most

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49932865/chapters/126062422

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Title: fool's gold Artist: kairennart (Personaje) | @kairennart Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Warnings Apply Medium: Digital Art Pairing/main characters: Lancelot/Morgana Up to 10 tags: Fanart, Shade Lancelot, Episode: Lancelot du Lac.

Summary:

Morgana and her knight.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51030379

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Title: Love is a Banquet Writer: eachpeachpearplum | @eachpeachpearplume Rating: T Warnings: No archive warnings apply, alcohol mention Word Count: 2k Pairing/main characters: Merlin/Gwaine, pre-Merlin/Gwaine/Arthur Tags: fluff, canon era, jealous Arthur, hungover Arthur

Summary:

When it comes toArthur, Gwaine does a lot of pretending for Merlin's sake: pretending he doesn't know how Merlin feels about Arthur, pretending he doesn't know how Arthur feels in return, pretending he doesn't want to punch Arthur in the face and shout at the pair of them to stop being stupid and snog already (Gwaine's planning on being involved in the snogging too, he'snot self-sacrificing enough to give Merlin up entirely, but he sort of thinks one of them has to make thefirst move.) Or: Arthur is jealous and hungover, Gwaine is exasperated and really struggling to be sympathetic, and Merlin's heart is big enough to share...

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51617992

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Title: These Walls, Thy Sphere Writer: Zorbo_Jorks | @zorbojorks Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Warnings Apply Medium/Word Count: 6,111 Pairing/main characters: Balinor & Arthur Pendragon Up to 10 tags: Canon Divergence- Balinor Lives, Father-Son Relationship Dynamics, Developing Friendship, Post-Canon: The Last Dragonlord, Arthur's Changing Opinions on Magic

Summary:

“And what of your son?” Arthur pressed. “He must want you in his life!” “I know he does,” Balinor sighed, expression odd and unreadable to Arthur, “but I missed the chance to be a father to him long ago. He is a grown man now, and I am no fit father in any case.” “You would be better than many!” Arthur scoffed, not realizing the emotion hiding in his words until they had left his lips. He screwed his mouth shut and glared at the table, feeling Balinor’s gaze heavy on him, weighed further by the realization that he was comparing the dragonlord to the king. ------------ Balinor did not die, and despite everything, the dragonlord's company begins to grow on Arthur.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49938067

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Title: Apple Moon Writer: Winter__Moon | @the-king-and-the-druidess Rating: T Warnings: No Medium/Word Count: Fic, 1670 Pairing/main characters: Mordred/Morgana. Mordred, Morgana Up to 10 tags: Canon divergence, knife feeding, apples, UST, old religion, good!Morgana, dark!Morgana

Summary:

The moon has two sides, just like Morgana and Mordred.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50346283/chapters/127191832

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Title: Sweet violet and cherry blossom Writer: Skydragon05 | @skydragon05 Rating: General Audiences  Warnings: None Medium/Word Count: 1528 Pairing/main characters: Arthur/Gwen/Elena Up to 10 tags: Fluff, Wedding, Polyamory, Established Relationship, Flowers, Canon Era, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, POV Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Episode: s03e06 The Changeling (Merlin), Oneshot

Summary: 

There could hardly be more contrast between now and the last time Arthur had stood in this spot anticipating his imminent marriage. This time, not only was he the king, but he was also happy. Today he was here entirely by choice, and for love, and he knew the warmth he felt today was shared equally amongst both of his brides. Wedding oneshot for Merlin Rare-pair Fest 2023: Elena/Arthur/Guinevere

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51389851

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Title: The Wild Goose Writer: littlegreyfish Rating: E Warnings: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings Medium/Word Count: Fic/30,000 | Chapters: 5/6 Pairing/main characters: Balinor/Hunith Up to 10 tags: Hurt/comfort, Angst, Strangers to lovers, Injury recovery, Physical disability, Age difference, Character study, Canon era, Pre-canon, Canon compliant

Summary:

Fleeing the slaughter of his people, the last dragonlord finds home with a peasant girl.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51400252

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Title: [ART] Two of Us Artist: Mischel | @magicalmischel Rating: G Warnings: none Medium/Word Count: Art Pairing/main characters: Gwen/Merlin Up to 10 tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Gwen Knows About Merlin's Magic (Merlin), Gwen Has Magic (Merlin), BAMF Gwen (Merlin), BAMF Merlin (Merlin), Digital Art 

Summary: 

Gwen/Merlin or Gwen & Merlin fanart for Rare Pair Fest 2023. Prompt: AU where Gwen has magic

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51388438

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Title: left unattended Writer: Sage_Owl Rating: Mature Warnings: None Medium/word count: Fic/4,078 Pairing/main characters: Leon/Lancelot Up to 10 tags: Canon Divergence, Time Skips, Character Study, Wings, Mild Smut, Magic, Loneliness, Mythical Creatures, King Arthur Pendragon

Summary:

It started as a way to escape. No, that wasn’t right. It started because he was drunk.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51328009

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Title: Something for the pain Writer: Ace_Teagirl | @aroaceteagirl Rating: Gen Warnings: None  Medium/Word Count: fic 11,960 words Pairing/main characters: Merlin & Mordred Up to 10 tags: Canon era; Canon divergence; Child Mordred; Past child abuse

Summary:

“Who is this?” Gaius finally asked. Merlin yelped in surprise as he turned fast enough to almost lose his balance and stumble. The purse of Gaius’ lips and the raised eyebrows told Merlin his mentor was struggling not to laugh at the display. Merlin wouldn’t admit it, but he appreciated it. “I found him on the street, I think he’s a druid. He can use mindspeech, but he can’t or won’t speak to me. I don’t really know who he is or where he’s from, but he needs help, Gaius. I couldn’t just let him freeze and starve out there. It’s just for a few days, I promise –” Or Merlin finds Mordred on the street on a cold and rainy night and decides to take him in. He starts teaching the boy how to control his magic and Mordred soon becomes Merlin's ward.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/bbcm_rare_pair_fest_2023/works/51374515

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Title: distance your emotions Writer: Ceewelsh | @mayonnaisetoffees Rating: M Warnings: Major Character Death Medium/Word Count: Fic/1779 Pairing/main characters: Gwen/Merlin/Arthur also involved Leon, Morgana and Elyan Up to 10 tags: Alternate Universe - Star Wars Setting, Order 66, Angst

Summary:

The world seemed to be heading for a tipping point, and Arthur could only hope it would be for the better. Perhaps soon the war would be over. Once the galaxy was safe… Maybe then he would be free to leave the Jedi Order and live out his days with Gwen and Merlin. Meeting them, training with them, their bond was unmistakable. It was not the Jedi way, but not every life is built for the Order. Arthur knew that, now. His duty came first, protecting those who needed it was more important than his feelings. But maybe once there was peace, it wouldn’t feel like such a betrayal to leave.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51385720

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Title: A meeting most needed. Writer: ohmerthurcharm Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, Mild blood, mention of death of minor character. Medium/Word Count: 4474 words Pairing/main characters: Merlin/Oswald/Ethan Up to 10 tags: Threesome, knife kink, Don/sub undertones, What if, Fix it fic

Summary:

What if Sir Oswald and Sir Ethan did not die? They travel to Camelot, mourning the loss of their Manservant. Merlin's warmth is a welcome to their tired minds, Arthur tells Merlin to give them a good time and he shall deliver.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51031120

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Title: Unforgettable Knight Writer: RedLlamas | @brayinghorses Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-con Word count: 2,291 Pairing/Main characters: Leon/Merlin Up to 10 tags: Unreliable Narrator, The Rising Sun Tavern (Merlin), Light Petting, Licking, Rough Sex

Summary: 

Leon's on his night off, and when he spots Merlin from across the tavern, decides to assert his place as Prince Arthur's head knight.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51346480

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Title: Reunions Artist: Nebula5030 Rating: Gen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Medium/Word Count: Art Pairing/main characters: Elyan/Gwaine Up to 10 tags: Canon Era, Established Relationship, Scars, Amnesia, Reunions, Implied hair cutting in a medical context, aka Short Hair Gwaine

Summary:

Elyan thought he had lost Gwaine months ago, after he had vanished from the citadel and never returned. Imagine his surprise when, on a border patrol only a day's ride from Camelot, he spots a familiar face working the farmlands...

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51353260

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Title: Cross your heart and hope to bi Writer: I_think_he_knows | @marlenemckinnonsupremacy Rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply Medium/Word Count: 13744 words Pairing/main characters: Merlin/Gwen/Arthur Up to 10 tags: Lacrosse , Polyamory, Alternate Universe - College/University, arthur is a jock, gwen is a jock, they're both jocks, merlin loves jocks

Summary:

Modern college/university au. Gwen and Arthur are dating, they're both seniors & jocks (lacrosse), Merlin is the freshman assigned to tutor them to pass some advanced class or they can't play

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50458846

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Title: Through The Trees Writer: lavender_spice | @lesbianlefay Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Medium/Word Count: 2.7k Pairing/main characters: Gwen/Morgana, Temporary Gwen/Lancelot, Implied Gwen/Merlin Up to 10 tags: Jennifer's Body AU, Horror, Succubi, Jealous Morgana, Possessive Morgana, Murder, Dry Humping

Summary:

If Gwen Smith knows one thing in her life, it's this: Morgana Pendragon is evil. Not teenage girl evil, mind you. Actually evil. Murderous, flesh-eating seductress evil.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51392029

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Title: A Lifetime of Promises Writer: eachpeachpearplum | @eachpeachpearplume Rating: M Warnings: No archive warnings apply Medium/Word Count: fic, ~50k | Chapter 8/14 Pairing/main characters: Gwaine/Merlin/Percival, established Gwaine/Percival, past Gwaine/Merlin Up to 10 tags: Modern AU, polyamory negotiations, fluff, slow burn (for the poly ship), falling back in love, hurt/comfort

Summary:

When Gwaine bumps into his ex, Merlin, in the pub one night, he doesn't realise quite how much it's going to change his and Percival's lives.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52010989

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Title: fade away never Writer: SlantedKnitting | @slantedknitting Rating: General Audiences Warnings: none Medium/Word Count: 1,186 words Pairing/main characters: Leon/Merlin Up to 10 tags: Regency Era, Queerplatonic Relationship, Immortal Leon, Immortal Merlin, Ballroom Dancing

Summary:

Leon and Merlin attend a ball.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51031786

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Title: [ART] Still Yours Artist: Mischel | @magicalmischel Rating: G Warnings: none Medium/Word Count: 0 Pairing/main characters: Gwen/Morgana Up to 10 tags: Digital Art, Alternate Universe - Angels & Demons, Angel Gwen (Merlin), Hugs, Wings, Fallen Angel Morgana (Merlin), Demon Morgana (Merlin)

Summary:

Morgana/Gwen fanart for Rare Pair Fest 2023. Prompt: Angels and Demons au. They were together when they were angels. Then Morgana fell.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51384040

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Title: The Shop at the Corner's End Writer: Cassius_theCorrupterofSouls | @twistedshipper Rating: M Warnings: Creator chose not to use Archive warnings  Medium/Word Count: 12,456 Pairing/main characters: Morgana/Mordred  Up to 10 tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Enemies to Lovers, Witchcraft, Wicca, Autumn, Halloween 

Summary:

Drawn towards a local occult shop that lies on her route to school, Morgana Pendragon takes it upon herself one Saturday afternoon in September to visit the store, hoping to purchase with her meager allowance a book or two on witchcraft, a practice she has been secretly reading up on online but has no hands-on experience with due to her father's no "nonsense" stance on all things supernatural. Entering the shop, she finds it to be as magical and sublime as her expectations, but what she doesn't expect is the confrontation she is about to have with one of its employees, a young man by the name of Mordred, who may just possess the secret to helping her realize her dreams of forging her own path and become more certain of herself in the process. Or, based on the prompt: Modern AU. Mordred works in an esoteric Wicca bookshop. Curious, Morgana visits the shop secretly because her conservative and stern father doesn't like her "unscientific, silly" hobbies. Romance, initial dislike for each other, find themselves drawn together.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51253924

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Title: golden thread (clasped weft woven) Writer: AgapantoBlu | @agapantoblu Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Medium/Word Count: 20.766 words Pairing/main characters: Freya/Merlin; Arthur Pendragon. Up to 10 tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Freya Lives, Magic Revealed, Implied/Referenced Torture (though it’s just in dreams), Nightmares, It’s hard to live your cottagecore fantasies when destiny won’t stop banging at the door.

Summary: 

“It was so close. They barely made it out of Camelot and even then, Merlin was ready to watch her die. He'd held her and cried and screamed and begged whatever force had made him, every ounce of his magic, to please. Just not her. Not at Arthur's hand. Fate must have worried about the latter more than the first, but the waters had risen nonetheless, and the waves had washed away the blood and the wound alike. Merlin had been hit with a strange feeling of melancholy and sorrow and the weird relaxation that happens when a pull that seemed unnoticeable before suddenly stops. Just like that, Camelot didn't seem so enthralling anymore, and Arthur's actions not so easily pardoned."

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51364060

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Title: her sorrowless salt self Writer: greenforsnow | @m-b-w Rating: T Warnings: no archive warnings apply Medium/Word Count: fic, 6k Pairing/main characters: Gwen/Morgana Up to 10 tags: Pirate Morgana, Mermaid Gwen, getting together

Summary:

Morgana looks for freedom in the ocean; she finds Gwen.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51389305

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Title: Save a Horse, ride a Knight Writer: Laevateinn Rating: T Warnings: N/A Medium/Word Count: 1k Pairing/main characters: Gwaine/Percival Up to 10 tags: Canon Divergence, Gwaine admitted he was of noble blood, Percival came to Camelot to work, Tournament, Favours, Gwaine is oblivious

Summary:

Imagine a world where Gwaine admitted being of noble blood and stayed as a knight, long before he actually does in the show. What if, in that world, he and the other Knights of the Round Table had met differently? What if Percival, for example, had decided to travel to Camelot and work there? Where he would have met Gwaine, and worked with him? Surely, these two can stay professional, or simply friends, right?

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51384994

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Title: the gold and the rust Writer: Shana_Rose | @shana-rosee Rating: T Warnings: None Medium/Word Count: 1,176 Pairing/main characters: Mergwenthur Up to 10 tags: Mergwenthur, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Battle of Camlann, Hurt Arthur Pendragon, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, POV Merlin, Sleepy Cuddles

Summary:

The bright light of early morning hit aggressively against his eyes. Merlin winced, scrunching his eyes in hopes of the light going away. He pressed his head further into his arm, resting on top of the soft sheets of the bed. His back was aching from sleeping in a chair. Just as he wondered why he would sleep in such an uncomfortable position, he bolted up. His breath caught in his throat as he turned his head towards the head of the bed. - Arthur survives Camlann.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51432988

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Title: Jealous of him, I want to be yours Writer: HadrianPeverellBlack | @evadne01 Rating:  General Warnings: N/A Medium/Word Count: fic/ 1,891 Pairing/main characters: Merlin/Gwaine, Merlin/Lancelot, Gwaine/Merlin/Lancelot Up to 10 tags: POV Gwaine, Protective Gwaine, Protective Lancelot, Supportive Lancelot, Supportive Gwaine, Powerful Merlin, Jealous Gwaine, Pining Gwaine, Post-Season/series 03, Pre Season/Series 04

Summary:

Gwaine is jealous. Not of Arthur, because even if he and Merlin are basically joined at the hip, it's obvious that the royal numpty has no idea about Merlin's magic. No, Gwaine is jealous of Lancelot, because he's the only one who does know.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51174415

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Title: The Best Way to Cover Something Up… Writer: sleepygecko Rating: General Warnings: None Medium/Word Count: Fic/1999 words Pairing/main characters: Merlin & Mordred & Morgana Up to 10 tags: Child Mordred, Mordred moves to Camelot

Summary:

When Merlin helps the little Druid boy escape the guards, they flee to Morgana’s chambers. Together, they come up with an epic sob story to cover up the boy’s sudden appearance, something so emotional that Arthur “emotionally dysfunctional” Pendragon won’t look too closely at. Welcome to Camelot, Mordred of Ealdor.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51462367

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Title: Stolen Moments Writer: Lemon_pH Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Medium/Word Count: 2,5k (2544) Pairing/main characters: Gaius/Uther Pendragon Up to 10 tags: Canon Era, Merlin/Arthur is a background, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: 

Those are just moments in the vast fabric of life. But we cherish them, keep them close to our hearts, Because at the end, they're all that we have of each other.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51023428

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Title: powerful Writer: I_think_he_knows | @marlenemckinnonsuppremacy Rating: Explicit Warnings: No archive warnings apply  Medium/Word Count: 1127 words Pairing/main characters: Gwen/Arthur/Merlin Up to 10 tags: BAMF Merlin, Merlin is powerful and everyone knows it, BDSM, Smut, 

Summary:

Gwen has always felt Merlin has a powerful vibe about him, which she finds very sexy. When she marries Arthur, upon finding out they are both attracted to him, they invite him to their bed or to be their partner. Gwen tells them about a fantasy she’s had since they were all younger: Merlin taking her, and claiming her as Arthur watches, tied up and unable to do anything about it or pleasure himself.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51062878

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Title: smooth sailin’ Writer: masculinepeacock | @masculinepeacock Rating: T+ Warnings: none Word Count: 1.6k Pairing/Main character; Percival/Gwaine Up to 10 Tags; romcom elements, teachers, winter fair, gwen is mentioned, open ended

Summary: 

Percival meets Gwaine at a winter fair and the two hit it off. Is this destined to be a one off, or something more?

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51381598#main

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Title: A Disrupted Destiny Writer: sillydegu | @sillydegu Rating: General Audiences Warnings: None Medium/Word Count: 11 874 Pairing/main characters: Gwaine/Merlin Up to 10 tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Gwaine knows about Merlin's magic, Merlin's magic revealed, Episode: s03e04 Gwaine (Merlin), Angst with a happy ending, Gwaine being Gwaine 

Summary:

3x04 AU. Uther is not convinced by Arthur, and sentences Gwaine to death anyway. Merlin uses his magic to break Gwaine out of the dungeons, revealing it to Uther in the process. The two of them go on the run together, and fall in love on the way.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51257899

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Title: Knighting Writer: cynthia1314 | @cynthia39100 Rating: Gen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Medium/Word Count: 4670 Pairing/main characters: Lancelot / Arthur Pendragon Up to 10 tags: Episode: s01e05 Lancelot (Merlin), Episode: s03e12-13 The Coming of Arthur (Merlin)

Summary:

Arthur is finally king, free to knight whoever he chooses. Lancelot pledges his life, honour and devotion to him. (Prompt by kairennart)

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51135934

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Title: all the devils are here Writer: litinthyheart | @lit-in-thy-heart Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death Medium/Word Count: 21,000 Pairing/main characters: Lancelot/Merlin Up to 10 tags: Enemies to Lovers, Fae Merlin, POV Lancelot, BAMF Merlin, Execution, Restraints, Intimacy, Internal Conflict

Summary:

In light of half of Camelot's knights being killed in a dragon attack, Uther Pendragon has been forced to broaden the eligibility criteria. Lancelot, who has wanted to be a knight all of his life, is given a quest to prove his worth as a final test before he is knighted. He must kill the leader of the Unseelie Court, Emrys.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51551500/chapters/130293436

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Title: Siblings and Soulmates Writer: Merthurallure | @merthurallure Rating: Explicit  Warnings: Incest Medium/Word Count: 1 397 words/fic Pairing/main characters: Arthur/Morgana  Up to 10 tags: sibling incest, first time, canon era, PWP

Summary:

Morgana and Arthur enjoy their first time together 

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51564880

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Title: Matters of the Heart Writer: The_Questing_Beast | @ummyesisthisjasongrace Rating: General Audiences Warnings: none Medium/Word Count: Fanfiction; 11,313 words Pairing/main characters: Mithian/Morgana Up to 10 tags: Canon Era, Canon Compliant, Arranged Marriage, Slow Burn, Good Morgana, Initial Mithian/Arthur, Fluff and Angst, Mithian really said 'thank god you introduced me to your sister'

Summary: 

It's all quite simple, really - marry the King of Camelot, fulfil her duty to her father and her country, become Queen. Or at least that's what Mithian thinks when she arrives in Camelot for the first time. However, things get complicated when the King's half-sister, the Lady Morgana, catches her eye instead. Turns out that no one, not even a Princess, has a say in matters of the heart.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51938515/chapters/131336134

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Title: grief, sins, mountain hymns Writer: ashamedbliss Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Word Count: 36k | Chapter 6/6 Pairing/main characters: Arwaine, with past Arwen and past Gwainecelot Up to 10 tags: Western AU, Farm/Ranch AU, Bandits & Outlaws, Grief/Mourning, Loss, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Summary:

1899, Colorado. Five years after the death of his wife Guinevere, Arthur's life on the ranch is mundane but happy, his days practising medicine long behind him. Enter Gwaine, an outlaw determined to seek his redemption, in need of a doctor to patch his wounds and an honest day's work.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52082701

[sovaghoul]

⚠️DISCLAIMER⚠️

This post is meant all in good fun and is not intended to offend anyone's religious or spiritual sensibilities. I'd hope any Ghost fan would realize that, but you never know. I tagged this with "Scooby-Doo Satanism" for that reason. That said, if you DO want to do this in earnest, feel free. Also CW/TW for Catholicism.

So I thought to myself, "Self, Ghost sells Grucifix rosaries. There's also the "Dark Lord’s Prayer" in Ritual. And the "Holy Mother" bridge in Griftwood is kind of like a Hail Mary."

So I researched and embellished upon traditional rosary prayers and came up with this. Based upon the Meliora rosary because that's the one I have.

All prayer/lyrics credit to our Tender Father.

Begin by holding the Grucifix and reciting (or singing, if you prefer) The Depth of Satan's Eyes (Prayer A):

Into the eyes of fire

Into the gaze ablaze

Into the burning light

Of Satan's rays

Into the source of wisdom

Beyond the Bible lies

Into the endless depth

Of Satan's eyes

Next, on the first large bead, recite The Dark Lord’s Prayer (Prayer B):

Our father, who art in Hell

Unhallowed, be Thy name

Cursed be the sons and daughters

Of Thine nemesis who are to blame

Thy kingdom

Come

nemA

On each of the following large beads, recite The Holy Mother (Prayer C, 3x total):

Holy Mother

You washeth the sin from my feet

Holy Mother

You shine like the sun and the moon

And the stars in the sky

The world rests heavy on your shoulders

Holy Mother

You shine like the sun and the moon

And the stars in the sky

In the space before the next large bead, recite Year Zero (Prayer D):

He will tremble the nations

Kingdoms to fall one by one

Victim to fall for temptations

A daughter to fall for a son

The ancient Serpent Deceiver

To masses standing in awe

He will ascend to the heavens

Above the stars of god

Hell Satan, Archangelo

Hell Satan, welcome Year Zero!

Repeat The Dark Lord’s Prayer (B) on the next large bead.

On the space after the bead, recite Per Aspera Ad Inferi (Prayer E):

Oh Satan, devour us all

Hear our desperate call

Per aspera ad inferi (x4)

Continue along the strand widdershins (counter-clockwise), and repeat The Holy Mother (C) on the next 9 large beads (9x total).

Repeat Year Zero (D), Dark Lord’s Prayer (B) and Per Aspera Ad Inferi (E) before, on, and after each single large bead, respectively, as before (3x total).

Repeat Prayers B-E in the same manner until returning to the Bite of Passage (the Y junction leading back to the Grucifix).

Four final prayers, Stand By Him (F), Majesty (G), Con Clavi Con Dio (H), and Satan Prayer (I), end the rosary, again holding the Grucifix:

A moon shone bright above Her trial

As flames ate through Her body defiled

The Witch Hammer struck Her down

On our Sabbath, She's unbound

'Tis the night of the Witch

'Tis the night of the Witch tonight

And the Vengeance is Hers

For as long as She stands by Him

⛧

Old One, Master

All beauty lies within You

Your Infernal Majesty!

⛧

Sathanas, we are One

Out of three, Trinity

Siamo con clavi

Siamo con Dio

Siamo con il nostro Dio scuro

⛧

Believe in one god do we

Satan almighty

The uncreator of heaven and soil

And the unvisable and the visable

And in his Son

Begotten of Father

By whom all things will be unmade

Who for man and his damnation

Incarnated

Rise up from hell

From sitteth on the left hand of his Father

From thense he shall come to judge

Out of one substance

With Satan

Whose kingdom shall haveth no end

nemA

[yaspillz]

Scotty doesn’t know

Scotty doesn’t know that Fiona and me do it in my van every Sunday. She tells him she’s in church but she doesn’t go still she’s on her knees and scotty doesn’t know.

Warnings for entire series - cussing, religious references, blasphemy, needles, blood, sexual themes, smutty smut smut, knife play, referring to self as god. cheating , smoking and drinking.

this is a prologue/teaser to a longer series <3 make sure to let me know if you want added to a tag list.

At 2:19am all that can be heard in the Dunham household is the small pitter patter of the eldest child Fiona making her way back inside after her rendezvous with town metalhead Eddie Munson. If you wait and listen close enough you can even hear her settle down next to her bed and repeat hail marys over and over before settling into bed.

“Hail mary, full of grace,

the lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women

and blessed is the fruit

of thy womb, Jesus

Holy mary, mother of god,

pray for us sinners now,

and at the hour of our death.

Amen.”