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sturnioloszn · 24 days ago

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summary; you get a new tattoo, and chris has to show you just how much he loves it...

warnings; smut, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap the willy), dirty talk, praise, cream pie, hair pulling.

a/n; sorry it took me literally foreverrrr to get a fic out, i did post one, but i actually hated it w every fibre in my being, so... it got cut. whoops. anywayyy, enjoy this one lmaooo.

I laid on my stomach, with my skin flush against the black leather of the tattoo table when the loud buzzing of the tattoo gun came to a sudden halt and broke me from my daydreams.

"Alright, you're done. I can't believe you did it with no breaks, you're insane," Sam, my tattooer spoke from behind me, gently cleaning and wiping the remaining ink off.

"It's wasn't too bad," I chuckled, peering over to Nick, who shoved his phone in his pocket and leaned over to get a clear look at the finished product.

After what felt like years, I finally sat up from the chair and kept my hands firmly on my shirt to make sure it wouldn't slip and I'd accidently flash a titty, since it was completely open in the back.

I stood up and walked over to the full sized mirror in the corner of the room and stared at my new decoration in awe. I loved it. It was perfect.

"Okay, so since this is a pretty big tattoo, I'll try wrap it as best as possible, but it'll probably start to peel in no time," Sam spoke, following me to the mirror with the wrapping.

Nick and I eventually pay and hop into an Uber to bring us back to his place. "Soo, do you like it?" Nick asks, turning to look at me.

"I don't like it, I LOVE it. He did an amazing job," I complimented, looking down at Nick's new addition to his tattoo collection too.

"I told you Sam is the best," He bragged.

The ride to the house wasn't long at all, but sure enough, the wrapping of my tattoo was already peeling and coming undone. I decided to peel it off completely and just try to deal with it, trying to not cause an infection.

I was so excited to show off my new tattoo that the second Nick unlocked the front door, I sprinted up the stairs into the living room where I found Matt sprawled comfortably on the couch, lazily scrolling on his phone.

"Hey kid, how was it?" He asks, momentarily looking up from his phone.

"It was amazing, wanna see?" I ask with a happy grin plastered on my face. Before even waiting for him to reply, I lifted the back of my shirt up and turned to show him my back.

"Holy shit, it's massive," he says. I crack an immature joke before gloating about the fact that I didn't take a break not once. At this point, Nick had joined Matt on the couch, and they began to discuss his new tattoo aswell but I'm overflowing with excitement to show Chris mine.

"Is Chris in his room?" I ask, receiving a small nod from Matt in reply. I skip my way downstairs to his bedroom and push the door open without even knocking.

I found Chris hunched in his gaming chair, eyes locked on the screen in front of him, with his headset over both ears. He must've not heard me and Nick come in. I sneakily crawled up behind him, placing my two hands on his shoulders.

He jumped out of his skin but instantly relaxed when he realised it was my touch. "Heyyy, you're back," He says, taking his headset off and standing up to place a delicate kiss on my lips and wrap his long arms around my torso.

"Wanna see it?" I ask, jumping out from his embrace. I can't help the smile from returning onto my face, feeling the dopamine course through my veins.

I once again turned to show him my tattoo before even earning his reply to my question. After a few moments of silence, I turn back around, worried about what expression I'd find on his face.

"Do you... like it?" I hesitatantly ask. However, his expression doesn't falter except that he's now looking into my eyes.

"Do I like it?" He repeats, taking slow but profound steps towards me, filling my surroundings entirely with his presence. "I fucking love it, it's so sexy," he whispers, now standing face to face with me.

He connects his palm to the side of my face and guides me closer to him, connecting our lips. Our kiss was passionate and meaningful until it wasn't. His lips roughly crashed into mine again, his tongue slipping in and out of my mouth with ease.

"Y'gonna let me fuck you and look at your new tattoo, hm?" He mutters, barely separating himself from me. I whine in return, letting him know that I need it more than he could imagine.

As he continues to bite and suck at my sore lips, his hands roam my body, slowly peeling off layers of my clothes. I'm eventually left in just my underwear, which he doesn't hesitate to discard, alongside the rest of my clothes.

"Ass up, face down, baby," he orders, quickly discarding his own clothes, littering them on the floor until we're equally as bare. I moved onto the centre on his bed, doing just what he asked; pressing my face into his mattress and arching my back so that my ass was in the air.

"You're so fucking hot," he groans, coming up behind me. I feel him grip my hips tightly before placing a few firm slaps on my ass, eleciting some yelps and moans from me.

Without warning, he slams his entire length into me, making me scream into the sheets. "Y'gotta be quiet baby, can't have Matt or Nick know how much you love my cock,"

My moans grow louder and louder as he ruthlessly rams me from behind, hitting that amazing spot that makes me feel like I'm in heaven.

"Sh-it, Chr-is, too mu-ch," I moan and whimper between his thrusts. His hands fall from my hips and move to my hair, gathering it together, forming a makeshift ponytail.

He yanks on my hair, pulling me up from the mattress, and sticks our two sweaty bodies together as he continues his solid pace.

"Fuck- you're so beautiful, love your new tattoo... looks so fuckin' good," he grunts. I feel my end drawing near, and with a few more harsh thrusts, I feel my orgasm crash over me. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and my pussy squeezes around his cock, begging for him to also finish. "..love how tight you are f'me, mh,"

He let's go of my hair, making me flop down back onto the mattress, and his hands find their way back to my hips, roughly grabbing them. He somehow snaps his hips even faster, making my second orgasm fast approaching. The headboard of the bed is banging against the wall, and there's no hiding what is happening anymore.

He snakes one of his hands around me, reaching over to my clit, rubbing it viciously. At this stage I've lost all self control and I release my fluids all over his cock for a second of time.

"Fuck! Just like that, come on my cock," He moans, filling me with his own release. His movements begin to slow, but he continues moving his hips, fucking his cum into me.

I feel him pull his limp cock out of me and stare at his work of art; our mixed fluids dripping out of my pussy and onto the sheets. The only sound heard now is our heavy breathing, which is desperately trying to return to normal.

After a few hours filled with cuddling and laughter, Chris and I decided to scavenge the kitchen for any food we could find, but as soon as we came up the stairs Matt and Nick stare at us from the couch.

"You could've just said you liked her new tattoo,we didn't all have to hear it," Matt grimaces, standing up and leaving, with Nick trailing his footsteps shortly after.

"Well... at least you know?" Chris jokes, turning to me. We break into laughter, and the rest of the night is filled with the same laughter and love.

a/n; this is definitely better than the last fic i posted lmaoo, also my requests r open so feel free to leave some ideas! hope u enjoyed this, love you all <33

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in-death-sacrifice · 2 months ago

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Healing Word

Lucanis Dellamorte x GN!Rook (Mage)

Warnings: Injuries, Mentions of blood, NO Spoilers :) Summary: Lucanis gets injured as is too stubborn to ask for help with it. Hope you enjoy! Requests for Dragon Age are open

You spotted his limp almost immediately after the battle. The fight was a tough one, adding a few more scars to your already growing collection, no thanks to the Venitori. You watched as he limped through the Eluvian, whispering curses under his breath when his daggers would accidentally hit it. The group filtered out towards their rooms, getting ready to shed the armour that began to pinch at their skin after a long day. Magic hummed around them as they were greeted home.

The meditation chamber hummed in greeting when you walked through the doors. The sound of armour clattering on the ground as you peeled yourself away from it. You stood at the mirror examining the new collection of bruises and small scraps you had gained today. Your magic soothing the aches and pains away as the minor ones began to fade. Part of you wanted to join the others for whatever was for tea, the lingering exhaustion had finally caught up. You sighed as your body hit the chair in the center of the room, the cushions moulding around your body perfectly as you fell into a nap -praying that Solas would interrupt this one this time.

The sound of the door opening made you shoot up, your hair messy and sticking up all over the place. You rubbed the back of your hand over your eyes as you turned to face the intruder only to find Lucanis standing at the entrance. "Is everything alright?" You grumbled out. His posture was stiff even though he was hunched over, and a purple glow surrounded him to let you know that it wasn't him. "Spite?" You questioned again, sitting further up as you watched him walk around the chair in front of you. "The fool is injured and bleeding everywhere...help him" Spite gritted out before releasing his hold on Lucanis. You barely had time to catch him as the man fell forward collapsing half on you and the sofa. Then you could see the large patch of blood on the side of his leg. The blood had seeped through enough it lingered on your fingertips when you gently pressed it trying to find the wound.

"Maker Lucanis" you muttered as you manoeuvred him to lay on the chair. You knelt on the floor next to him, sending your healing magic to gently probe the area only to find that he had half wrapped it in a thick padding of bandages. You paused before, groaning loudly as your fingers began to undo the ribbons of fabric that held his trousers up before shimming them down to his knees. Your cheeks flushed at the intimacy of the situation; it had only been a few months and your constant flirting hadn't really got you anywhere besides lingering gazes and unspoken emotions behind his eyes. You cursed your fingers being so cold as you began to slowly unwrap the bandages on his legs, his body flinching as you accidentally made contact with his skin. The air between you both began to glow a light green as your magic had finally found its target, you watched carefully as the skin started to fuse together, the blood stopping its flow down his leg.

You moved from his side to grab a couple of washcloths and water before you began to gently clean the area. When you gazed back up at him, you were met with his eyes open watching you. The two of paused as you waited for him to speak first, you watched as his eyes flickered towards the light scar that lingered on his leg and then back to you. "Spite bought you here...He asked me to help" You spoke, your voice barely above a whisper as you waited for his reaction. "Of course, he did" Lucanis grumbled. You removed your hand from his leg, backing up away from the chair to give him room to move about. You eyed up the small whisps of hair that led to his underwear as he stood to dress himself. "I'm sorry for stepping in the wound was still bleeding and he asked me-"

"It's fine, Thank you"

You nodded as he stood up to leave. Your eyes lingered on his retreating form. Lucanis turned again, his fingers barely touching the door handle. "Hopefully next time I'm like that it won't be because of a injury"

He left you standing in the middle of the room like a blushing idiot, a grin on his face as he made his way back towards the pantry of the lighthouse, no limp in sight anymore.

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gloomwitchwrites · 5 months ago

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Tattoo Artist Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female Reader

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): swearing, describing a man’s size, brief alcohol, non-descriptive mentions of sex, intimidation

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Part Twenty-One of Ink & Needle

The past resurfaces. Simon's enemy shows his face.

Chapter Twenty

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Three Years Ago

“Confess, bitch. Give us the details.”

Sam takes a towel to a bottle of prosecco, the cork popping as she dislodges it. Jade collects four tumblers from the mini-bar and sets them out on top of the low dresser the television sits on.

“Don’t leave anything out,” adds Jade, tossing her blue hair over her shoulder.

All of you are freshly showered and wearing the fluffy hotel provided robes. The softness is absolute heaven. Like wearing a cloud.

You sigh heavily and fall onto your back on the plush hotel bed, hands pressed over your eyes. There is a pleasant ache between your legs—a reminder of your wraith. His scent still lingers even though you stood under scalding water and scrubbed the day away. There is a hint of mint. Of black tea. A whisp of smoke.

Maybe it’s in your hair.

Maybe it’s embedded into your skin.

Thorns that have burrowed and only time will push them out or leave them to fester and infect.

“What do you want to know?” you groan, rubbing your temples.

Already, the alcohol is beginning to creep from your system, leaving a tension behind that signals an oncoming hangover. It’s not piercing yet. Just a nuisance. Sam tops off the glasses and the prosecco is distributed. The bubbly drink burns your nose a bit but it drives off the blooming headache.

Begrudgingly, you push up to a more seated position, your three best friends staring back expectantly. It’s the moment of truth. You’re facing the jury. This is your judgement.

“Was it good?” asks Sam, one eyebrow arched in question. She takes a sip of her drink, leaning slightly to the right, adjusting the front of the robe.

“Yes,” you reply slowly.

“And?” she prompts, waving her hand in a signal to go on.

“Do we have to talk about this right now?” you mutter, staring down into your dwindling glass of prosecco. If you’re going to get through this conversation, you’re going to require more.

Jade sets her glass down on the side table between the two beds. She goes up on her knees, excitement buzzing through her bones. “How big was he?” she asks. “What did it look like?”

“Jesus Christ, Jade,” you groan.

Yes. More prosecco will fix this.

“Just say when,” interrupts Jade. She brings her hands flat against each other, and then slowly starts to move them away.

Sam snorts, and then chokes on her beverage, nearly rolling off the bed as she goes for a tissue. You stare dumbly at Jade, not saying anything.

“Just say—seriously? Seriously?” Jade’s hands are unrealistically far apart. “This is impossible. I’m starting over.”

“Stop,” you laugh, grabbing her hands. “He was…decent?”

“Decent?” snaps Sam. “We don’t get any details? Color? Length?”

“Girth,” adds Jade. “A prominent vein?”

Sam rolls her eyes. “Girl. Give us something!”

You glance over at Evie. “Are you going to help me at all?”

She shrugs and sips on her prosecco. “I’m curious too,” she says softly.

You down the rest of your prosecco and immediately regret it. A wave of indigestion hits you and you swallow down a burp.

“Okay,” you concede, holding up one hand placatingly. “Fine.”

The three women settle onto the bed, all their attention on you. It takes a moment—a deep inhalation before you begin. But you do, and you tell them most of it. You talk about Ghost’s proposition out in the alleyway and of where he took you to. You describe the positions he put you in, and how damn good the man was at tonguing orgasm after orgasm out of you.

They sigh and swoon. They giggle or simply stare open-mouthed.

There are some things you don’t say. You don’t tell them how you felt in your heart when you left or the circumstances of why. The sense of needing to run was insistent and strong, but looking back—you now feel shame.

You regret not staying even for a few extra minutes.

“Damn,” sighs Sam, leaning back on one elbow.

Jade just blinks, her mind still trying to process the information.

Evie smiles behind her glass, and you know that look. “What?” you prompt, lightly smacking her thigh.

“Sounds like you had fun.” She lightly smacks your thigh back. “Aren’t you happy we went?”

Now

“Bag packed?”

“I think so. How’s Lillian?”

Evie takes a bite of her sandwich and glances down into the bassinet. “Asleep. For now.”

“How are you feeling?” you ask softly, walking around to the side of the bed. Sitting down on the edge, you lean back slightly, staring at your friend.

It’s been over a week since Archie’s parents came to visit. The rest of the day and the following, Evie was a mess. But her cheeks have color to them now, and the bags under her eyes are almost non-existent. She’s always been the mediator, but it doesn’t seem like she’s willing to the mediator in this anymore. Her fuse no longer sparks.

While Evie hasn’t spoken it out loud, her actions indicate her willingness to separate from Archie’s family completely. It would be better for everyone, but mostly for her mental wellbeing. She’s dealt with too much of their bullshit, and it’s time that she breaks away from them for good.

It’s their own fault. Their own behavior that has caused all this. It never had to come to this, and now they likely won’t see their granddaughter at all.

“Better,” she sighs. “A bit nauseous.”

“Headache?” you ask.

She nods. “I just need a little caffeine. Maybe something carbonated.”

“All the paperwork signed?”

“Yep. On the table in the kitchen.” Evie takes another bite of her sandwich, chewing slowly. “Thank you for doing this.”

“It’s fine, Evie. I’m happy to do it.”

“I know,” she says quickly. “And I know I keep thanking you, but I do mean it. Having Amelia around is wonderful, but she wouldn’t be able to do everything you’re doing for me.”

It’s true in a way. Amelia has been integral in helping with Lillian, but it is you that has spent all your time taking care of the financial end. Mister Grant calls you. The estate agent contacts you. You are Evie’s voice at the moment, and you’re more than happy to do it.

“I’m not the one packing anything up,” you laugh, throwing up your hands. “All I have to do is point and Jennifer’s assistant will label it.”

“That’ll be easier,” sighs Evie. “I can’t imagine trying to go through all our belongings by hand.”

You shrug. “I get to eat lots of takeout in the meantime. I’ll be fine.”

Evie reaches out and squeezes your hand. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Evelyn Green.”

Her grin is infectious as you push up from the bed and snag the backpack you packed. Hefting it over one shoulder, you salute Evie and walk out of the room backwards. You hear her giggle all the way down the hall.

Once the paperwork is in your hands, Amelia drops you off at the train station. You spend the entire trip hunched over the paperwork and reviewing the list you made of all the items Evie wants to keep. She’s giving you liberty to make the final call on most things, but you know it’s because she’s doesn’t want to deal with any of it.

It’s understandable. Everything in the home reminds Evie of her dead husband, and she’s already emotional delicate. If she doesn’t want to look at or deal with any of it, you’ll carry the burden.

When you arrive in Cambridge, it’s a quick taxi ride to the house.

The quiet is almost ominous, and the dark rooms seem bigger without anyone here with you. For a moment, you consider calling Simon to ask if he’d like to come out here and join you. But the idea is quickly dismissed. Simon has work. He has a job to do. Already he’s made numerous changes to his schedule just to accommodate your needs.

It’s not like he wouldn’t come if you called. You know that if you picked up the phone right now and dialed Simon’s number, he wouldn’t even hesitate. Simon would come like a moth to a flame.

But moths are often consumed in fire.

You think better of it.

The estate agent, Jennifer, and her assistant are supposed to arrive early in the morning to start the pack-up process. There isn’t time to dwell on your feelings or how much you wish Simon was here with you.

On the kitchen island, you set out the paperwork, organizing it now so you don’t have to deal with it in the morning. You just want to sleep—to have as much quiet as you can before the work begins. Lillian keeps Evie up, but the little one keeps you up as well. The lack of sleeping is starting to eat away at you.

It’s a fresh start in a way. You sleep deep and you sleep hard. When Jessica and Mollie arrive, you’re refreshed.

“Evelyn wants these packed?” asks Jessica, gesturing toward an array of kitchen appliances.

“Yes,” you confirm.

Jessica nods and Mollie writes “pack” on a sticky note before attaching it to the mixing bowls. Plenty of things are going into storage for now—at least until Evie is confident enough to find her own place that is uniquely hers.

You haven’t broached the subject explicitly. It’s only been mentioned in passing, and Evie agreed that she didn’t want to sell everything off only to have to replace it later. What she truly wants is for the house to be sold. To create a space that doesn’t constantly remind her of her dead husband.

You and Jessica walk around the entire house and garden with Mollie trailing behind, her arms loaded with tape, paper, and sticky notes. It takes several hours to go through everything, and by the end you’re starving. The coffee and croissant you ate for breakfast are out of your system entirely.

Jessica taps away at her phone, a frown on her face. “I swear. I’ve been having issues with this thing all morning,” she grumbles.

Mollie shrugs. “Want me to reach out to them?”

“Please,” sighs Jessica. “They’re supposed to deliver the boxes for us. Find out from John what time.”

Mollie nods and grabs her tablet, her fingers tapping away furiously. She gives her back, one arm clutching the tablet while her other hand unloads the pens from her coat pocket.

Jessica turns to you with a bright smile. “I’ll find out when the boxes are supposed to arrive.” She lifts her phone in the air. “If this will cooperate. Bloody technology.”

“It’s fine,” you laugh. “They’ll get here when they get here. I can manage until then.”

“Too true,” she beams. “At least you have a few to start with.”

“But the rest will be boxed up independently?”

“Yes,” confirms Jessica. “Just take the things that Evelyn wants. Leave the rest. I have the keys. When the team is ready, I’m meet them here. We’ll take care of everything else.”

“Wonderful,” you sigh, as you say your goodbyes and escort Jessica and Mollie to the front door.

The boxes do arrive, but so do an endless parade of people. Mister Grant stops by to review the paperwork before handing over more for you to take to Evie when you return to London. The appraiser comes to evaluate the house, and several different contractors arrive to assess potential fixes that Jessica suggested during the walkthrough.

It’s an avalanche of faces—and the only one you want to see is Simon. It’s the face you think about when you slip into bed that night. It’s the face you imagine when the ache between your thighs grows and you need some sweet relief. It’s the face in your dreams that night, and the one that lingers when you wake.

You need Simon like plants need the sun. He is your light. Your sustenance. This love blooming in your chest is a twisting beast that intends to devour you whole. It is lovely. It is consuming.

All you want is him.

When you return to London, the first thing you’re doing is heading for 141 Ink to spend an afternoon in his shop. Watching Simon work is a pleasure. You’ve only witnessed it a few times, and it was hypnotizing when you did.

“Really?” you mutter, staring at the text message on the phone screen, stuffing the rest of your breakfast into your mouth.

It’s Jessica! New phone! Sending the assessor out to you today! One last walkthrough!

“They were just here,” you groan, staring around at all the empty boxes. “Why is this necessary?”

The boxes were delivered, but they were all flat. At least packing tape came with. Otherwise, you’d be out of luck. Evie wants some things to come to Amelia’s and those are the items you’re supposed to be collecting. That is supposed to be your focus at the moment.

And a new number for Jessica is annoyingly inconvenient, but you’ll deal with it. Her phone was acting up yesterday.

“Whatever,” you say to the ceiling, updating your contact information for Jessica.

You continue to pack, taking breaks every so often to check work emails. You’re in the zone—a flurry of activity—so when the doorbell goes off, you nearly flinch at the sound.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter, sealing a box with packing tape.

Pushing up to standing, your knees pop. The doorbell rings through the house again and you sprint to the front door, legs a bit achy from crouching.

You open the door, a little breathless. “Hi!”

A man in his mid-thirties stands on the other side. His dark hair is cropped short and he wears a polo with khakis. On the left side of the polo is a little logo that says “Heisman Consulting.” He clutches a clipboard in one hand and has a utility belt hooked around his hips. Behind his right ear is a sharpened pencil.

“You must be the assessor Jessica mentioned,” you greet.

“That’s me,” he says, presenting his hand. “I’m Jack.”

You take it, giving him your own name. It’s a firm, strong handshake. His eye contact is intense. It’s a bit strange actually. You’re not sure why he’s staring like he’s trying to see into your soul.

“We just had the assessor here yesterday. Did Jessica give a reason for another visit?” you ask, trying to keep your tone light.

Jack just grins and it’s disarming. “Second opinion.”

“I see,” you say slowly, not understanding at all.

What’s the point of a second opinion? Did the first one already come back? That seems unlikely. These things don’t happen overnight. But you’re not the expert on real estate. This is out of your depth.

What you want is to leave this conversation as quickly as possible and return to your task. “I have a few things to take care of. I’ll make sure to stay out of your way while you walk around the property.”

“That won’t be necessary,” replies Jack, his smile still in place.

“I’m sorry?”

“Jessica wants you present for the inspection.”

You laugh, the sound awkward as it leaves your lips. “No she doesn’t. I’ll be around. Just come grab me if you need something.”

Jack shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders casually. “Jessica isn’t happy with the last assessment. Wants someone else observing.”

“Like a witness?” you ask.

He shrugs his shoulders again, and the unease only grows. Why does he want you to stick around so bad? If anything, you shouldn’t be in his way at all.

“Fine,” you concede, attempting to give him a smile. “Not sure I’ll be of much help.”

Jack glances down at his clipboard and removes the pencil from behind is ear. “S’all good, love.” He winks and notes something on the clipboard before his gaze scans the room.

Love.

In Jack’s mouth, it sounds like an insult. It doesn’t sit right. The only person you enjoy calling you that is Simon.

You try to smile, but it falls flat.

There are too many things to do, and you only have a few days to complete them. You’re supposed to be in Cambridge for the weekend—returning at the latest on Tuesday if necessary.

“Where would you like to start?” you ask, taking a cautious step back, edging toward the paperwork sitting on the counter.

Jack takes another gander of the kitchen and living room. It’s strange, really, how he’s observing the space but not really looking at it. It almost appears passive, like he’s not interested in it at all.

You tuck the loose paperwork into the binder Mister Grant left and lean against the counter, arms crossed over your chest.

“Let’s cover the outdoors first,” Jack finally says. “Weather is all right for now. Never know when it might rain.”

“Sure,” you reply. “Let me grab my coat.”

You quietly excuse yourself, heading for the guest bedroom. It’s at the end of the hall. Tucked away. Even though you don’t sense a presence at your back, you keep checking, glancing over your shoulder like Jack will suddenly appear.

It’s silly, really. Why are you uneasy about all this? Jessica sometimes gets back to you last minute on things. It’s just a little tight. A little odd. But it’s not completely unusual.

Grabbing your coat, you return downstairs, finding Jack near the patio door. He’s hunched over a bit, blocking your view of the handle.

“Want to start in the backyard first?” you ask loudly, tugging on the coat.

He turns sharply, his mouth a firm, flat line before morphing into a smile. He’s still blocking your view of the handle.

Reaching behind him, he slides the patio door open. “Sounds great.” He moves with it and stays there. “Ladies first.”

You slowly approach and brush past him. Jack is far too close and you wrap your coat a little tighter around you as he exits after you. With clipboard in hand, the two of you begin walking the perimeter of the house.

Jack never removes any tools from his belt. He doesn’t measure anything. He only observers and makes notes on his clipboard. There are no questions asked. Nothing. The silence is excruciating, and while you’re itching to break it, you don’t dare do so.

There is a chill beneath your skin, and it’s not the cool December air. It might be cold out but it’s not that cold—not like it can get in the States. This is a creeping chill. One that starts at a point in your chest and slowly spreads outward until the tips of your fingers and toes feel numb.

Jack isn’t wearing a coat, but perhaps he’s simply used to the weather. He doesn’t appear bothered by it.

“Anything I can help with?” you finally ask once the two of you make it back to the patio area.

“Just keep close,” he winks, stepping inside the house.

You stand just outside, unsure if you want to go in at all. Your phone burns a hole in your pocket. The urge to call Jessica is intense—nearly stifling.

You step inside, glancing back the interior handle. The screws are gone. And the lock is clearly broken.

“What the fuck,” you mutter, whirling around to find Jack standing nearby, a hammer clutched in his fist.

Jack isn’t smiling. His frown is deep. A scowl. Your gaze darts to the hammer in his hand and then back up to his face. He’s between you and the front door. The only way out is through the patio door. It might be directly behind you, but you still have to run along the side of the house to make a break for the road.

If you’re fast, you could do it. But you’ll have to give Jack your back. And he’s wielding a fucking weapon. Even if you’re out of swinging distance, he could still hurl it at you like a javelin.

Slowly, you slide your foot backward.

Jack remains utterly motionless.

“I’m calling Jessica.”

Again, Jack doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak.

You take another slow step backward.

Without taking your eyes off of him, you fish out your phone, holding it up in the air. With Jessica at the top of your message list, it’s not difficult to hit the “call” button. There is a pause before you hear the muted ring coming from your phone.

But that isn’t what unnerves you.

A ringer goes off. Loud. Near.

It’s not Jack. He still stands there in the middle of the room with hammer in hand. Unfazed.

It’s coming from behind you.

The muted ring from your phone and the loud, audible one sync together. Jack’s gaze slowly shifts from you to a point over your shoulder.

Your eyes burn and you don’t realize that you’re crying until the salt of them sting your cheeks.

Jack isn’t looking at you anymore. His gaze is beyond. Absorbed elsewhere.

Twisting, you glance over your shoulder and find a man standing just outside the patio door. He holds up a ringing cellphone and half of his face is covered in burn scars.

“Hello, love,” he says, voice gruff like he’s smoked an entire pack of cigarettes. “The name’s Kit.”

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Guilty as Sin

CHAPTER ONE ; azriel x fem!reader

summary: the lost princess of the dawn court finds herself brazenly escaping her own personal living hell. seeking refuge, as well as peace to plot in the city of velaris—she meets azriel shadowsinger and through the throws of disdain and discomfort they are forced to work side by side, intertwined through their shared scars.

a/n: ok so this first chapter is literally all exposition and world building within this world, i’m so sorry :( i promise that it will very much so pick up. this series is mainly about me exploring different aspects of my writing, i’ve never written a long series before. my longest is 50k and each chapter was about 2k words so this is something i feel really proud to put out, even if it is just the first chapter. if you’d like to be tagged please let me know!! this fic isn’t necessarily inspired by, but is a lot like taylor swift’s new song “guilty as sin?”. feedback always appreciated:)

warnings: strong language, mentions of trauma regarding men, heavy themes of ptsd and suicidal thoughts

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wc: 5.4k

Run.

The word cut through your mind, slicing through each and every thought you possessed as you gazed downwards at your bloodied hands. There was so much blood. Hot, thick blood ran down your forearms, coating your face and the inside of your mouth. Your stomach lurched, however by the grace of the Gods, you fled.

In over fifty years, you had not left this camp. Since you were just a girl, at twelve years old, you had resided within the hidden stone of the warrior camp. Now you had no choice but to utter a quick prayer to the Mother and run fast and furiously forward without looking back. Only the knife you had just used remained sheathed at your hip as you felt the ground beneath your boot-clad feet. There was a cloak pulled around you, it covered your face well and kept you concealed.

What was that saying, you thought silently to yourself in between painful dry heaves. ‘Feet don’t fail me now.’

It was nightfall and you ran tirelessly through the forest you had been warned to never brave on your own. As a child, your mother had warned that you must not meet what lurks after dark. She told you that not even those beasts would mind slaying the Princess of the Dawn Court. To them, the title was useless and your blood was just the same. Blood. You reeked of those warriors' blood and sweat and desperation. It was clad to your skin like a layer of oil or grime, the taste of iron making you spit.

A part of you wondered if you would die out in this forest, no idea where you were or what place Cousin Thesan had brought you so many decades ago. Stopping to lean against a tree, you panted and let the silent tears flow at once. Where were you? For all you knew, he had dropped you within the Continents and only used very good wards to keep the camp hidden. Why had you let them take you? What hadn’t you fought harder against Thesan’s word as Amarantha began exercising power among Prythian.

You had no answer, but only began to run once again. There was no choice, unless you planned to slit your own throat and simply give up. No. You are a warrior, you are a fighter and nothing would keep you from finding your cousin and demanding answers for his crimes. That’s what his actions were to you, criminal and inhumane and you would not be surprised if in the end–you adorned his blood on your hands as well.

“Who dares enter this part of my forest?” A voice drawled from nowhere in particular, causing you to flinch and raise the dagger shakily in defense. “What is your name, girl?”

The voice came from the trees, you swore to yourself. It came in whisps and wind, the blackness of the forest making it impossible for you to determine where exactly the source was. If there was a source. It omitted what you swore was a chuckle, an unfamiliar sound to you for so long. Sweat collected at the nape of your neck and temples, hair stuck down to your forehead and your skin blazed as you continued to rotate in full circles with your dagger pointed at nothing.

“Y/N, Princess of Dawn and Bringer of Light. What is your business in dwelling here? This is no place for a young Fae girl. Especially one so sweet as yourself, and you wear the blood of ten men. It is as if you hope to die tonight,” the voice whispered, a hot, invisible breath on your neck. “Do you hope to die tonight?”

“No,” you finally spoke into the abyss. “I hope to locate my homelands, I am in search of the High Lord of the Dawn Court. Show yourself.”

The voice ignored your demand, “leave this forest, Princess. For the ones hunting you are far worse than those warriors you slaughtered miles back.”

The stiff cloth of your dress began to itch beneath your robes and you stood taller than before as the voice surrounded you. Perhaps you would die tonight, at least you would have gone out thrashing and fighting until your final breath. There was a mild ache behind your brow and the night sky showed no signs of daybreak.

“And why have you refrained from killing me?” You finally asked, shifting back and forth and contemplating whether or not to begin running again.

“I possess no body. I am nothing but the wind and the trees and the breeze against your skin,” it hummed, cynically. “Cross the river up ahead and veer left, the path will lead you out of the forest and into the countryside where at least you will not be hunted for sport and strewn up and cut open for the creatures that dwell here to eat you alive.”

A cold chill ran up your spine and left your fingers to form fists.The spirit-like being was gone as fast as it had stumbled upon you. How did you know, you wondered idly for a moment. Its presence was absent, the air feeling more desolate and empty than it had moments before. It could very well be a trick, a way to lure you into its very trap and do exactly as it said.

You continued on to the river and went left, just as the being had told you to, as it had cooed into the shell of your ear. It was only about a mile later and you were coming into a dark clearing where animals lay sleeping along large acres of land. There were cows and sheeps first, then you saw pens of pigs and chicken coops further. Looking back, you saw how truly terrifying the forest was in comparison to the moonlit field.There were a set of yellow eyes staring out at you, but as soon as you blinked they were gone as if they were never there to begin with. While you knew you would never know, you threw a prayer up to the Mother regardless and hoped that the breeze-like thing that had most likely saved your life was at peace.

There was very little you could do besides walk along the outskirts of the land and hope to find some inclination of where to locate your court. Your court. The Dawn Court was filled with your people, people who had not seen you in five decades. The memories of your childhood were like knives in your gut, twisting and turning until finally you expelled them from your mind and breathed in deeply. The trek was long and you walked all through the night with no direction of where to go or what to do with yourself. There were not exactly any signs pointing you towards your home, or once home. Now you had no home, the camp was much more like a prison than a home to you.

“Are you lost?” A little Fae girl spoke, taking in your appearance as she found you still walking along the countryside that next morning. She did not appear to be scared, however she was very young and held a basket of wildflowers in her hand.

“Yes,” you almost cried at the sight of her, another human and a female at that. It had been fifty three years since you had encountered someone of the same sex. ��Where am I?”

“I live just beyond that hill. You are in the Dawn Court,” she said wearily, pointing over and beyond the hill that sat a few hundred yards away. “Should I fetch my father to help you?”

“No,” you said, knowing well what you had done the night prior and how you appeared. “I am looking to get to the Dawn Court Palace, do you know where I might be able to find it?”

The girl, no more than nine, looked over you once again and it was as if she was assessing your soul. She drew her lips into a fine line and set the basket down to begin spouting off some directions. You nodded, taking in all of them with careful consideration and noting that the spirit had led you onto the right track for some odd reason. Once the girl had finished, she merely bowed her head and turned back towards her house.

.·:*¨☆◦✦◦☆¨*:·.

The Palace was nothing like you had remembered it. It was so much brighter and broader than you recalled within the narrow escape of your child-mind. The Dawn Court Palace gleamed under the beaming sun that had been burning your skin for hours as you followed the little girl’s instructions.

It was so vast and yet it seemed to call out to you, there was a long way to get to even one of the many stairs leading up to the Palace and so many guards standing tall at every entrance you could see. There was no way in, you thought. Not when you look as you do. Would any of these men even know who you are, you wondered.

“Who goes there?” A loud voice bellowed, bringing you away from your thoughts.

Who says who goes there, you thought. Prick.

Well it looks like Cousin Thesan spared no expense in making sure no one went in unnoticed, you rolled your eyes internally and spun on your heels to meet the look of the brooding male who wielded his weapon against you. He did not recognize you, as you had expected. His eyebrow had a long scar going through it and he held a blade in his hand, waiting for an explanation.

“Stand down!” You matched his tone, standing tall while the male practically laughed in your face.

“You are lucky that I have not already gutted you for crossing into our territory–”

The sound of you swallowing hard could be heard from even where he stood. You planted your feet and let all of those lessons on looking the part of royalty run over you. The guard was cut off by your sharp and fierce voice, “I am Y/N, Princess of Dawn! Stand down or don’t. I can’t say that I really care either way, but you very well might when I cut out your tongue and feed it back down your throat.”

The man went rigid for a moment and he took in a sharp breath. He seemed to be assessing you, his eyes scanned your frame while his weapon remained as it was. A part of you wondered if he thought you were bluffing, however the dried blood seemed to tell him everything he needed to know. He maintained his authoritative stance, only drawing back to call over some of his men. He whispered something into one male’s ear and his face went blanche. He looked over you with such careful consideration and shock, his eyes wide open and doe-like from where you stood.

“You claim to be the Lost Princess?” He finally spoke, tilting his head to the side to expose a long, fleshy scar across his neck.

“Well the last that I checked–I am the only Princess of the Dawn Court, however I am most certainly not lost, sir. I do wish to speak to my cousin, though,” you requested, earnestly. “As soon as possible.”

The Lost Fucking Princess. Who even comes up with this bullshit?

One of the males who adorned guard-like clothing brought you into the Palace wearily. He did not lay a hand on you, but motioned you to walk in front of him as if you posed some sort of threat. Perhaps you did, killing Thesan had crossed your mind once or twice. The idea of watching him writhe excited you quite a bit. The thought nearly brought a smile to your lips, only managing to suppress it when you began climbing the steps.

.·:*¨☆◦✦◦☆¨*:·.

The male brought you to a throne room, sunlight dancing along the walls and spilling onto the floors. Everything was so magnificent, the aura of the room was nothing short of golden. Blood boiled within you as you recalled all of the years you had wasted away to nothing, hidden in that rotting, despicable camp where all you ate was leftover meat scraps and watered-down soup for over fifty years.

Thesan sat at the forefront of the room, he wore a crown and spoke to the male at his right in a hushed whisper. It was almost as if he did not know you were here, like he was uninformed of your arrival in his court. When the male who brought you in nearly tripped over his feet to murmur into Thesan’s ear, you had your answer. Your cousin’s eyes snapped towards you in an instant, he rose to his feet immediately and you swore you could feel the blood pumping in your ears. With a hot face and white knuckles, you barreled towards him with the intent to kill.

“You promised me! You promised me!” Your magic rippled across the room as you shouted, pure rage causing the ground to shake. “You left me there to rot like vermin! How could you?”

With tunnel vision, the two men who had been holding you back were nearly invisible as the ground continued to shake violently. Thesan was silent, his eyes were wide with genuine revelation and disbelief. Thrashing and clawing and screaming was all you could do. He had taken years from you, good years that had been ripped away and stolen from you as a child.

“You’re nothing but a fucking liar, Thesan. We share blood! I am your family and you threw me out to the wolves. I was twelve years old and you abandoned me. I trusted you with my life. My life!” you cried and flinched at the guards’ hands. “Get your fucking hands off of me!”

The two men who held you were sent flying backwards by an invisible force, your magic had been provoked and was now rippling off of you in waves. Thesan approached with his hands out, he still had not spoken a word. With a wave, he cleared the room and it was only the two of you left standing.

“Y/N,” he said in a soft hush. “Please just allow me to explain–”

“Explain? Explain how you brought me to your sick fucking camp when I was a girl and lied to everyone under the guise of my protection? Explain how after three months, your letters and visits stopped? Oh, perhaps you plan to explain how you left me to live with ten cursed warriors for over five decades and I have to find out six days ago that Amarantha was defeated by a human girl years ago as I still sat by idly waiting for my dear Cousin Thesan to retrieve me from my own personal living hell?” The words were like knives, piercing Thesan one after another as you resisted the urge to rip out his throat. “Explain, go ahead.”

Thesan could not believe his eyes, nor the venom spewing from your lips. He surveyed your too-thin figure and cold eyes, how they had changed so much since he had last seen you as a small girl. Everything you said was true, to some degree. He could not deny any of it, however he had not realized how the camp had treated you. He had not banished you, but relocated you for reasons of his own before Amarantha could rise to full power. When Thesan caught word of what had begun under the mountain, he made rash decisions and sacrifices that he was not proud of and would have to live with for the rest of his immortal life.

“Y/N, I did send you away for your protection. Do you believe that my brother would have let me live if I sent his only child away to live in squalor while we all reside in a palace? I sent you away because my people were being ripped from their homes and your mere existence puts a target on your back,” he said, steadily. “A Princess, the sole heir to the Dawn Court. It is unheard of. When my brother’s mate–your mother–birthed a girl, our people were ecstatic. As years passed and Amarantha began her show of power, everyone grew antsy for my heir. I tried, I remain trying to produce an heir to this court.”

You shook your head, hot tears running down your dirt-crusted cheeks. “Not good enough,” your voice cracked.

“Please, just hear my words,” he begged you. “When you were twelve years old, I assumed tensions were at their height and our people grew restless. Amarantha had begun slaughtering innocent Fae across Prythian and with no heir, whispers surfaced of the Princess of the Dawn Court. A female heir, one who reeked of power at that. Males who would never kneel before a female began to place bounties on your head, terrified that I would be slayed and there would be no one but you to resume my place.”

Thesan breathed deep, but continued. “I told my brother that the safest option would be to make you disappear. We would claim that you were hunted by Amarantha’s loyal subjects, nowhere to be found. I gathered some of my strongest men who had committed wrongdoings within my court and banished them to the camp where they would be tied until I liberated you.”

“You locked me away with criminals!” You seethed, already knowing but surprised at his willingness to utter the words freely. “How do you think your filthy, touch-starved, vile men acted once I had first bled?”

“This is where I have committed wrong,” he whispered. “It was only supposed to be a year, maybe two while I gained footing and figured out a way to take back what Amarantha had stolen from me. Three months after I sent you away, she captured the entirety of this court. Every court, save for Spring, went Under the Mountain. You were concealed, hidden so well by my wards, that she never even bothered to go looking for you. She believed that her own subjects had killed and discarded you. That was the extent at which things had gotten, she merely trusted the death of the Princess of the Dawn Court was another insignificant casualty to her reign. Everyone believed you to be dead. My letters stopped because I was trapped, my power basically nothing compared to what it once was.”

The truth washed over you slowly, blinking away tears but staying put and shaking your head at him. It was still not good enough, it would never be good enough. For fifty-three years you had known nothing but scraps and gangly men and the dirt underneath your bleeding fingernails.

“It has been years since Amarantha was defeated,” you gritted out. “Defeated by a human girl–”

“Feyre Cursebreaker, High Lady of the Night Court and human no longer. Myself and the other High Lords used our power to bring her back from death as High Fae,” he told you. “I know you will never forgive me for not retrieving you immediately, however we entered a gruesome war against Hybern and have only just begun to recover and rehabilitate. It is no excuse, I know this. I hoped by now that I would have an heir, nothing has changed in regards to how your existence might be received by this court.”

He had left you there while everyone rejoiced in their freedoms, fought on the frontlines of battle, and then even still once we had won. Nothing but pure, unadulterated rage consumed you and yet all you could muster up was a pathetic noise straight from your throat. He had done all of this because he simply was not capable of bearing a child and assumed that you’re suffering was all the more worth it if he could fuck his way to the ideal future High Lord of Dawn. All men are the same, you thought with a sickness churning within you.

“You are a sick excuse for a man,” was all you spat. “Where are my parents?”

“Dead,” he lowered his head. “They died swiftly, soon after we arrived Under the Mountain.”

The gift that just keeps on giving, you thought whilst holding back a near sob. He gazed upon you with pity, finally taking you in wholly. The blood. There was so much blood and he could tell from the scent that it did not belong solely to you.

“What of the men at the camp?”

“Dead,” you replied, just as he had. “I cannot say they went swiftly, as I slaughtered them all.”

The images of blood spewing and spilled flashed across the forefront of your mind, the way that some of them went quick and others went begging for a semblance of mercy. You looked down at your palms, flexing your fingers and feeling the energy throughout your entire body. It pulsed at the tips of your fingers, throbbed in the heels of your feet, and thrummed at the backs of your eyes. Over the years, there had been no one to teach you to manage it so more often than not it consumed you whole.

You could kill him, you let the idea wash over you. Or at least you could try. In his home with all of his warriors, it would prove difficult. He was the High Lord, your High Lord–no, death was too swift and simple. You would need time to plan out your next steps, you pondered whilst maintaining a stone cold facade. You would have to play your cards right, he would deal with you based on how you acted as you stood before him. Truthfully, the idea of living with him puts you on the brink of physical sickness. You would rather die than be forced to stay under the same roof, lips curling slightly with disgust as he gave you another look filled with shame and guilt.

“I will not stay here,” was all you spat at him. “Not here, not in this court with you, I wish to be sent elsewhere.”

“Elsewhere? Do you understand what will come of your sudden return to our lands?” Thesan’s eyes were fixed on you, his voice near hoarse. “Y/N, I know that–”

“I will not stay here. I ask this one thing of you. I will not spread word of your pathetic sterileness, nor my title to the Dawn Court if you will simply offer me this one thing. Do you not owe it to me?”

While the immense grief and pain in your voice was authentic, you made sure to create the illusion of your complete and utter wreckage. Mustering up tears, you had to get out of this place. There was no possibility of your survival if not, not even at the hands of these so-called people out for your blood–but at the hands of yourself. Every bit of you was exhausted, conveying complete and utter devastation into your eyes as he debated your request.

Do you not owe it to me?

Thesan rubbed violently at the bridge of his nose and nodded to himself, he squeezed his eyes shut and for a moment you remembered the admiration you once felt for him. Admiration turned into blazing resentment and rage that had nearly created an earthquake. He wouldn’t force you to reside here under him, would he?

“I will do my best at making other… arrangements,” said Thesan after a few moments of tense silence. “I make no promises, as we may very well be approaching the brink of another war, however in the meantime you should wash up.”

A breath of relief escaped you, “what of the guards who know who I am? I told them.”

“I should like to call in a favor from Rhysand,” he murmured, almost as if he was speaking to himself.

.·:*¨☆◦✦◦☆¨*:·.

“Leave me, please” you said to the servants gently, thanking them for the filled tub and fresh gown that was laid out for you within the spare bedroom and adjacent bathing room.

Everything was so prim and proper and doused in sunlight, it made you nostalgic for a life that once was. The water was steaming, layers of blood and grime covering you as you sunk down into the tub. The magic of the tub was forced to refresh itself almost as soon as you sat, growing murky immediately as you began to scrub your skin raw.

Would it be easier to drown yourself, you breathed a shallow breath. No, someone was posted outside of the bedroom door listening in. A guard, most likely. He would hear, putting an end to your pathetic excuse of a suicide attempt and then Thesan would never let you leave. Or maybe he would, perhaps your untimely death was just what he hoped for in order to rid himself of the problems you presented him with.

Getting clean felt impossible, even with the tub enchanted to replace its filthy water. Your hair was oily and your skin remained covered in a film of grease. It took over an hour just for you to feel somewhat clean. At the camp, there had thankfully been a tub with running water and an enchantment of certain supplies so you never went without. Food, however, was hunted for you and everyone else. As the only female, every night you received what was left on the bone of whatever animal they had slaughtered in the nearby woods, eating last time and time again.

One of the servants came in to help you dress in the gown custom to the Dawn Court, it fell to your ankles and glistened with what you could have sworn was pure sunlight. The tall woman braided your hair back and applied rogue to your cheeks and an oil to your lips. As you gazed into the mirror before you, you could hardly recognize yourself for the first time in five decades. There was something so regal about you, a light cascading off of you like an aura of gold. Thesan possessed the same coloring, the light pouring out from him in bouts of power.

The woman knew who you were, you could tell that much from the way her eyes danced across your reflection. She said nothing, though. You thanked her, smiling softly as if she had not just seen you covered in days old blood and filth. The Lost Princess, you recalled what the male had referred to you as outside. She has no idea what to think of you, it seems. Maybe that was for the best, perhaps you were better as the shadow of a girl who once was but no longer existed. Instead, some sort of killer prowled beneath your now eternally crimson stained skin.

“The High Lord has called for you,” the woman said softly, pulling you from your thoughts and causing your eyes to drift to meet her gaze in the reflection of the mirror.

Once you had begun your trek back to the same room as earlier, the sun had begun to fall and the sky was painted endless shades of pink and orange. There was so much open space, all of the windows gaping to allow for as much sunlight as possible during the daytime. You had never felt so exhausted, eyes burning from the lack of sleep you had acquired on your journey and the use of power earlier on in the day.

When you entered the room, Thesan was in conversation with a man that you could only assume was Rhysand. He was attractive in an almost inconceivable way, like one of the Gods. None of the males at the camp had resembled anything like him, no one in the Dawn Court resembled anything like him. Lucky High Lady, you thought mindlessly. Rhysand seemed to chuckle at nothing, turning to meet your gaze.

“Princess,” he greeted you with the friendly upturning of his lips. “Welcome back from the dead is in order, I suppose. I’m Rhys.”

“Funny,” you huffed a stiff laugh at him and extended a hand for him to grasp. Power ricocheted off of Rhysand in a way that caused your stomach to flip. “Y/N.”

His eyes simmered with something like pity mixed with amusement, he was not blind to the fact that you still had not looked Thesan in his eyes. Rhysand had been steadfast in arriving at the Dawn Court, his solemn look told you that he had been briefed on some of what was going on. How much, though? What had Thesan deemed important enough to share and what was determined as insignificant. Clearly as you had been cast away as insignificant, he could not be trusted to relay information.

“Rhysand has consulted with his High Lady and they have agreed to offer you a place to stay in the Night Court for as long as you should require it,” Thesan informed you.

“At what cost?”

“No cost,” Rhysand assured you at once. “Thesan has… told me of your circumstances–”

“What circumstances?” You demanded, cutting him off. “What did he tell you?”

There was a tense silence as you grew flustered and aggravated by your cousin. Thesan knew nothing of your circumstances, he knew absolutely nothing of what you had endured. Rhysand had strangely given you a look of understanding, it was as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. Like he had been inside of your mind, reliving the experiences with you.

“He told me of your power, he told me you have yet to learn how to wield it as well. He says that he senses you may have inherited more than just his healing gifts, but that the nature of your identity is sensitive. I admit that I do have to agree with him in concealing your return, Princess–for now, at least,” Rhyand only looked to you, his words carefully chosen so as not to upset you. “I have a house in Velaris, the city where I live, it houses three people as of late. My two brothers, Azriel and Cassian, and my mate’s sister Nesta. You would stay there, it is secluded enough that you will have as much privacy as you desire. I spoke with my healer Madja, she has agreed to allow you to work under her in an apprenticeship of sorts. She’s one of the best, not just in Velaris but anywhere in Prythian. I feel you both may be able to benefit from each other, her experience and your magic. My cousin Mor has offered to train with you once she arrives home from Vallahan on business, until then one of my brothers–”

You cut him off again, “Training? I do not wish to offend you, but why should I need your family to train me?”

“Y/N,” he began, assessing how honest he should be. “You have no muscle built up whatsoever and considering the fact that you have no hold on your own power–I suspect that your ‘training’ consists of the intent to kill and luck. In Velaris you would learn to fight and hopefully hone some of that power.”

It was this or nothing, you knew that. Either you would remain in the Dawn Court, or you would go with Rhysand and figure it out from there. Thesan’s face was now unreadable as you looked between both of the High Lords.

“All the while I hide away so that no one knows my true identity?”

“No,” Rhysand responded. “You have matured, when you left this court you were only a girl. No one in Velaris will question you once I dim some of that power coming off of you. My inner circle knows your true identity, however to everyone else you will be ordinary High Fae. This is partially why you’ll work under Madja.”

Nodding slowly, you consider your options or lack thereof. Rhysand seemed genuine enough, you thought to yourself and could have swore he smiled slightly. Giving Thesan a once over, you met those violet eyes and nodded slowly.

“Alright, I’ll go to Velaris.”

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†⃨⃰‧̍̊ ◟ ͜ ͜ ͜ ◞　Prophet ／ Priest Inspired SNPTs｡

⛪️ 、System Names ； Words/(Wo)Men of God, Divine belief Collective, Godly sun rays, God’s (true) Will, (The) Devoted followers, Chanted Prayers, (A/The) Church’s Prayer.

📿 、Names ； Saint, Ezekiel, Isaiah, Abraham, Sarah, Malachi, Basil, Mila/Meela, Joshua, Ben, Praysia, Michael.

Please research the Origins of these names before using them.

🔔 、Pronouns ； Pra/Pray, Voi/Voice, Whisp/Whisper, God/Godly, Emb/Embrace, Chur/Church, Cho/Choir, Devo/Devoted or Devotee, Prea/Preach, Bib/Biblical, Mor/Mortal, illu/illusion, Belief/Believe.

🕊️ 、Titles ； The voice of God, Prn’s divine chanting (of Prayers), The Man-made God, God’s Hearsay, Prn with Belief in the Divine, The godly Rumor, God’s mortal Messenger.

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it's me. again. could i get your favourite genshin fics recommendations? I trust your taste based on reblogs. Either ao3 or tumblr is fine <3 - hanabi anon

Hanabi anon! I'm afraid I don't have much specific genshin fics as I tend to binge read certain authors instead. If I do like a fanfic, I usually just reblog.

Plus most of the fics that I do remember are for general yanderes or oc's for specific prompts. And I don't read much genshin on ao3 so nothing there either.

I can give you a list of my fav genshin authors. Most of their work is yandere genshin fics. Some have sagau and some are just yandere. And they do have full length fics and head canons in it.

Quite a lot of them have a tagging system in place so you can just use that to be shown their writing specifically. Oh and warning a lot of them have nsfw.

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@yandere-daydreams - has a lot of full length yandere genshin fics. They got all kinds of au's that are amazing.

@ddarker-dreams - has quite a lot go genshin (Scara is the most) but also characters like Chrollo

@yandere-romanticaa - lots of full length fics/requests. Plus her if you like that.

@sagau-my-beloved- Venti centric with sagau and lots of fics! They got their own world building in certain posts too.

@yestrday - you need to use the tag system since they go into a lot of fandoms but the genshin ones are really good. Not full length fics but it's more than head canons. Like imagine sized.

@ventisslut - Another Venti centric. It's a mix of yandere and normal Venti. They don't write that much but they do reblog many wonderful fics.

@writing-genshin-obsession - the yandere genshin of yandere genshin. Yandere, sagau are both in their blog. But not many full length, more like brain rot.

Now @flokali - does not have many yandere genshin so you'll need to use the tags to find it. If you don't wanna then I'll rec a certain fic of theirs. Called Worship - Zhongli. If you just google their username and Worship, you'll find it.

@throwaway-yandere - warning they are retiring! But they have so many good fics to read too. The danganrompa themed was their going away (it's really freaking good). But I remember following them for their full length fics that almost always has a art cover. They write amazing yandere Alhaitham.

@chococolte - is sagau centric. Huge Zhongli fan and if you want to feed a god complex. Her fics are where to go. Just amazing choice of words in her fics.

#if any of the authors I tagged see this #I love your work!#fic rec #author rec #genshin impact #genshin sagau #yandere genshin impact #just so I can find it again #hanabi anon #whisp's collection

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simpcityy · 10 months ago

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My Little Spawn Pt.2 (Dadstarion X Child!Reader)

Summary: Astarion was finally free from Cazador after being kidnapped by a mindflayer but he was stuck with one annoying task, you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Baldur's Gate 3 or any of its characters.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Use of (Y/N), Cazador, language, violence, spoilers for those who haven't gone far in the game....Uhhh...I think that is all.

You sat by the river bank, looking at the fishes as everyone was once again getting ready to go back on the road. Hearing footsteps you look seeing Astarion crotch near you. “Here, drink up before anyone sees us.” He hands you a small goblet with blood. You grab onto the silver cup and drink it all in one gulp. Astarion looks around making sure no one was watching as he wipes your mouth with his sleeve “There now we are both less cranky.” He smirks, washing the cup right away. “I feel much better now” You look at him savoring the taste of the bitter blood. “Now I promise I won’t run off!” You grin showing your sharp fangs. “Easy on the smile now, I can see your little pathetic fangs.” He boops your nose before walking back to his tent. Walking around the camp you collected some flowers near the riverbank before looking around seeing everyone has left besides Karlach. “Hey! Where did everyone else go?” You pouted walking to her. The tall woman smiles looking down at you, “It’s just the both of us, little soldier. We think it’s best if one of us stays at the camp with you. It’s dangerous out there.” She chuckles seeing you cross your arms. “But we can take this opportunity to get to know each other.” She sits down on the ground. “Hmmm…”You look at her, was she part of the game as well? You did promise Astarion you would win this game for them. “Okay!” Sitting down next to her, you look up at her “Tell me about you! I wanna know why you have a broken horn” You pointed. “That will be a tough one…let me see if I can give you the kid friendly version.”

“Why in the hell did you accept this charity work when our goal is to get this thing out of our heads?!” Astarion frowns after Tav was done talking to Zevlor. “Hey, Halsin can be our ticket to healing us after seeing what Nettie was going to make us do. We need to rescue him.” Tav looks at Astarion, “You are welcome to switch places with Karlach and look after (Y/N)” They crossed their arms. Astarion stops whining, “ On second thought I rather do this than babysit a child.” He mutters. “You know, you two seem to know each other.” Gale began to poke. Astarion rolls his eyes “Stay out of my business will you wizard? The child must have seen me somewhere in Baldur’s Gate and felt much safer with a familiar face. “ The elf shrugs and walks around the grove seeing what he can take. Shadowheart walks around as well. “It’s going to be harder to travel with a child, the dangers we will face.” She comments “We can’t leave them either since they also have the tadpole. Poor child” She hissed something glows on her hand hurting her. Astarion ignores her, thinking back how your life is. It’s already over since Cazador made you a spawn. “Yeah…poor kid” He mutters and walks further into the Grove.

You lay on the ground in Astarions tent, after hearing Karlachs story, you look at the sky admiring it. You wonder why didn’t papa let you step outside the big palace. He would always warn you to stay away from the windows and never step foot out of the palace. The sky was beautiful, you want to keep admiring it after you go back home. Maybe if you convince him, he’ll let you at least see it outside of the window. “Papa…Mama…” You whisper thinking back to them. Rubbing your eyes, you were met with Astarion looking down at you. “Aww did you miss me little creature?” He smirks laying down next to you. “I miss papa” Sitting up you play with his hair. “Of course papa…hmm (Y/N) what did you mean about mad like papa?” He leans on his side looking at you. You look down “I remember papa getting mad at mama…” You whisper the memory fresh in your mind. “Mama…and do you know what Cazador was mad at?” He once again began to play with your hair, a habit he’s been getting. “I couldn’t hear…they were talking very lowly but I saw papa grab mama’s neck and then he took a bite on it. I wanted to check on mama but papa said she was going to sleep and took me home with him in the big castle.” You retold the story. Astarion only watches you retold it, he hums thinking. Must have killed her in front of her and took in the child before turning them into a spawn. “ I see, I bet you miss your mother.” He looked at the sky as it was setting down. “I do but papa says she was a terrible mother…I don’t know why but I don’t want papa to get mad at me?” You play with the dirt only for Astarion to stop you. “Careful you’ll get dirty.” He sighs before looking at you. “How are you? Blood wise little spawn.” He dugs into his bag to pull out another small vial of blood. “Gimmie!” You try to reach for it only for him to pull back. “Drink a little, this should last you till the morning.” He gently tips the vial on your mouth giving half.

The next day, Astarion sighs sitting on the ground watching you chase a butterfly as he was replaced, Karlach taking his spot. You giggle chasing the small insect. “Astarion! When will I be able to see papa?” You walk over to the pale elf. “I don’t know.” He groans “This the 5th time you’ve asked me, don’t ask me again, got it?” He fixes your shirt before seeing a hole. “Where did you get this from?” He tuts. You look down shrugging. “Children I swear.” He mutters “ I’ll patch it up tonight.” He looks at his small kit. You grinned, “Thank you!” You wrapped your little arms around his neck. He tense up, before slowly rubbing your back, “Yeah yeah, now go back to chasing this pointless butterfly.” He gently shoves you away as you run off to chase the poor butterfly. How can a little spawn like yourself make him feel different?

Night came rolling, You were asleep on your side of the tent. Astarion looks around and sees everyone asleep. He slowly got up and walked over to the Tav leaning in before seeing them awake. “Shit…” He mutters and backs up. (The rest is history for us Astarion Fans)

You woke up to the sound of chatter. Sitting up, you noticed everyone around Astarion. Getting up, your little legs walk over clinging on to his pant leg. “ And is (Y/N) a vampire Spawn as well?” Tav looks down at you. Astarion sighs “Yes, Cazador, my old master also made them into a spawn.” He looks down at you. Hearing the name Cazador, you grin “He’s my papa!” You bounce happily. “But she’s so young” Gale looks down at you, “Will she be needing blood as well? Right away, We don’t bite out of nowhere okay?”

Astarion frowns seeing Gale already showing you manners on being a spawn. “Yeah yeah, we bite before asking, don’t we (Y/N)?” He pulls you closer to him and away from Gale. You only nodded still clinging on to his pants. “ Has she taken blood yet?” Karlach looks over to you smiling “For a little spawn they are rather adorable.” She chuckles as you get distracted chasing once again a butterfly. “Why don’t they have red eyes? Where did Cazador bite them?” Astarion goes to speak but stops as they were right. “I…I don’t know…” He looks at you before walking over “ Come here.” He gently stops you and looks at your (E/C) eyes before looking down at your neck seeing nothing. “(Y/N) I need you to tell me the truth, where did he bite?” He looks at you sternly. You only tilt your head “Bite…he only bit mama…” Upon hearing you, his eyes widened and stood up, backing a bit. “What is it?” Tav walks over. “They are a Daywalker. Dhampire’s….You…they…Cazador…” He whispers trying to make this all sense. “When has Cazador been…involved with a human…” He whispers looking at you. “Especially to have you…” He looks down at you as you stare back at him, only one thing crossing across his mind.

What did he get himself into

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Important Author's Note: Thank you so much, it seems all of you are loving this, please do be patient. This story will start off slow but all the action and more secrets will be out in the upcoming chapters. I also have another idea, what about a fic where Astarion was married to the reader before he was killed and now that 200 years have passed he sees her again. Would you guys like that? I have another Astarion Fic as well in my blog called Hunted Past so please do check that out. Thank you everyone! Stay safe and stay hydrated!

-Axie

#baldurs gate fic #baldurs gate 3 #dad astarion #dadstarion #dadstarion x child reader #karlach #shadowheart #gale dekarios #astarion x child reader #father figure astarion #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 astarion

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thescarletnargacuga · 5 months ago

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BLADE OF SHADOWS

AN UNSEEN CONTINUATION

Harlequin AU credit: @tadc-harlequin-au @iamespecter

The Unseen/Shadowblade is my OC and is NOT CANON

WARNING: heavy swearing, violence, arachnophobia

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The sun blazed down on the wasteland. Heat rippled the air as midday temperatures soared. Crazed pawn puppets lay in wait along a rocky outcropping, waiting for any other unsuspecting puppets to wander by. Directive: guard. Taken to the extreme, anyone in sight is considered a trespasser and must die.

Whisps of a dark, heavy mist collected around the rocks. Noticed by one puppet, his gears clicked and whirred with confusion. Quickly, the unknown mist became a thick, rolling fog that engulfed the entire area. Day became night. Confusion became panic.

The puppets brandished their weapons, searching the darkness for signs of a threat. They never saw the shrouded figure moving swiftly through the mist. A blade in the dark took off the head of a pawn, downing him instantly. The figure moved quickly, golden eyes streaking through the shadows. The figure leapt into the air, kicked a pawn in the chest, knocking him over and stabbed his head, the blade puncturing through to the ground beneath. The pawns fired at random into the mist to fight off the unseen intruder. The figure tucked and rolled out of the line of fire behind a boulder and whistled loudly.

Rumbling from a huge, fast approaching entity gave the pawns enough time to see two more, much larger, gold eyes before many of them were sliced in half by a giant energized blade. The entity kept moving, slipping back behind the veil unseen.

The remaining pawns were frenzied and some ended up attacking each other, making them easy targets as the figure re-emerged to join the frey. They punched one though the face with their mechanical arm and gutted another with their sword. The figure hacked off the gun arm of a pawn and used his own weapon against him, shredding his body to splinters with the rapid bullet fire. The figure jumped back into the shadows as another pawn tried to grab them.

The crazed puppet ran blindly through the darkness, trying to find the attacker. He slammed into something huge and metal, knocking himself off his wheels. From the ground, he saw the glare of a great beast silhouetted against a break in the mist above. He only had time to scream as the beast crushed him in it's powerful maw.

The figure breathed heavily and clearly, unaffected by the mist, and sheethed their sword. "That was the last of em. Kill the mist, Shadowblade."

The mist emanating from the beast's vents ceased. In a matter of moments, the mist faded away under the intense sunlight. When the battlefield cleared, Pomni took off her mask. She took a breath of fresh air and wiped the collected mist residue off her brow.

Her mask was an invention from Caine. It was a breathing apparatus and night vision goggles combined into one compact, form-fitting face mask that attached to her via micro friction. No straps or clasps, it stuck to her face like a magnet she could attach and release with the push of a couple buttons on the jawline. The mask lenses being the same color as Shadowblade's eyes was an aesthetic choice.

Pomni looked down at the remains of the deranged puppets. "Enjoy your time in the void, boys. None of you are coming back." She kept watch while Shadowblade cleaned up. Pomni's beast chomped down puppet after puppet, still conscious or not, until every enemy was consumed. However, one pawn had too much live ammunition left on his person, and when Shadowblade ate him, the ammo exploded. Shadowblade coughed and hacked as smoke billowed out of it's maw.

Pomni turned quickly towards the sound of the explosion, but rolled her eyes at Shadowblade. "Fucking hell. I told you. Stop. Eating. The weapons. Caine will have to fix your fucking shredder again if you keep doing that."

Shadowblade shook the throat rattling explosion away and grunted. Consuming raw material was necessary for mist production, Shadowblade couldn't help it if the materials were sometimes a little spicy.

"Let's get moving. Bet your ass we can find more trouble." Pomni smirked before putting her mask back on.

Shadowblade chuffed and lowered itself to give Pomni easy access to the saddle attached to it's back via the same technology as the mask. Pomni mounted up and whistled. Shadowblade took off at a full sprint.

Caine checked his Wondrous Apparatus for Cohorted Kindred on the Yonder. The tracker installed on Shadowblade's saddle blinked closer to the city. It was very late, Pomni and Shadowblade had been out galavanting about since sunup and was only now seemingly heading back to the manor. He closed his modified pocket watch and put it away with a heavy sigh. "It's been every day with them for weeks now. She doesn't even wait for me to send her out on a mission anymore, she just...takes off on the back of her mighty steed and poof."

He took a large swig of liquor, settling deeper into his office chair. Bubble hovered next to him. "You regret building that saddle?"

"Nope. Keeps her out of my hair."

"You don't have hair, boss."

"...I know, Bubble. No, what I wish, is that's she'd at least tell me were she was going. Then I wouldn't have to obsessively check my W.A.C.K.Y. watch for her position." Caine hiccuped and patted his chest. "You see, there are areas that are still extraordinarily dangerous. Even with her new friend."

"Like that quarry with the drill worm you sent her to a few months back?" Bubble gave a snarky grin.

"I DIDN'T KNOW THERE WAS A DRILL WORM!" Caine snapped back, nearly throwing his half empty bottle at the blimp. He hasn't forgiven himself for that. If that worm had gotten her, she wouldn't have just died. She would have been destroyed. Her soul piece included, sending her to final death. He held his head with his hand. Bottle loosely hanging from his free hand. "Maybe I'll have a talk with her..."

"And I'm suuuure she'll listen, boss." Bubble chortled.

Caine looked at his latest creation on his desk. "Maybe she'll listen if I come bearing gifts."

Shadowblade zipped into the crumbling city limits at top speed, skirting around broken street corners and jumping over fallen buildings with practiced precision. The occasional puppet poking their head up from the rubble scattered as the beast blew past. With a charge of speed up a fallen slanted roof, the beast leapt over the wall that separated Caine's manor from the rest of the city. The garden forest trees shook with Shadowblade's landing, spooking scavenger birds and critters from the branches.

Z watched this unfold with very mild interest from their sentry post, giving Pomni a nod as she dismounted and approached the stairs to the manor's grand entrance. Shadowblade stretched, shaking the wasteland dust from it's joints and eventually meandered towards it's designated barn.

"Did I miss anything exciting, Z?" Pomni removed her mask, hanging it on her hip opposite her sword sheeth.

"Just Caine getting drunk off his ass again." Z said flatly.

"Great." Pomni sneered. "How many bottles deep is he?"

Z shrugged.

"Has he been singing at the top of his fucking lungs while swinging from the chandeliers?"

Z gave a quiet, amused huff. "Not yet."

The front door flew open, revealing Caine bracing himself against the doorframe. His shirt was half soaked from drink poured over his exposed heart. "HeeeEyyyyyyy, there she is! The prodigal puppet returns!" He falls forward with his arms open in an attempt to hug Pomni.

She stepped back, letting Caine fall on his face. She crossed her arms and looked down with disapproval. "You're disgusting."

Caine rolled over onto his back and looked up at Pomni. "Says the puppet covered in grime and mist residue. You can't judge me." He pointed at one of the three Pomni's he saw over him.

The gentle tinkling of bells announced Gangle's presence in the doorway. "Master Caine, I thought you were going to your office. You said you had something new for Pomni." She wrapped her ribbons around him and helped him stand.

"Yes! The thing! I have a thing! Pomniiiii follow meeeee!" He could barely put on foot in front of the other without Gangle puppeteering him through the foyer.

"I'm sorry for his behavior Mistress-"

"Don't." Pomni cut her off, fist clenching.

"Right, sorry." Gangle shrank away from the grumpy harlequin, focusing on getting Caine to his office in one piece.

Caine fumbled with the door handle, but got his office door open and made way to his desk with Gangle's assistance. He leaned against it and Gangle released him. On the desk was a small unknown device. Caine presented it to Pomni with a flouish. "Ta-da!"

"...what the fuck am I looking at?"

"Give me your sword hand and I'll show you." Caine held out his hand to her.

"No. Tell me what it is." Pomni kept her arm crossed to her chest.

Caine released a tired sigh and put the device on the back of his own hand. Black metal bands attached to his wrist and middle finger. A polished amber colored crystal shined proud in the center, surrounded by symbolic carvings of unknown meaning. "THIS-" He held it up to Pomni. "-is a very special charm. I made it myself!" He said proudly. "Since you've been spending a lot of time with Shadowblade, I made a charm that will specifically work with them!"

Now Pomni was intrigued. "What does it do?"

"This is one of the most advanced harmonic resonance detection and response systems built by your's truly." He puffed out his chest. "I made it from some of the fluid I collected from Shadowblade. It crystallized while I was examining it and that's when inspiration struck! You see, that fluid is an energy based nano-"

Pomni rubbed her temples. "Oh my GOD, I don't care. What does the fancy fucking bracelet do?"

His tone and bravado flattened. "It connects you to Shadowblade. You'll be able to sense intention, presence, and energize your sword the way Shadowblade does with their own blades." Caine took off the device and tossed it to Pomni.

Pomni put it on the way Caine had. "Lead with that." She unsheethed her sword but nothing happened. "...uh..." She gestured to her sword, arching a brow at Caine.

"You'll figure it out." He sloshed back another drink and plopped into his chair.

Pomni glared. "You're right, I will. Right now, actually." She turned on her heels, marching for the door.

"No, stop, come back." Caine sarcastically called to her as he continued to drink.

Gangle silently watched Pomni leave in an annoyed huff. She looked back at Caine, who was zoning out and slouching heavily in his chair. "Oh dear..." She slinked out of Caine's office, only the bells she was required to wear made a sound.

Shadowblade watched Pomni walk to the front door and slowly went towards it's barn as Pomni spoke with Z. This was the routine: go with Pomni, follow her every order, return to the barn when finished. No camaraderie outside the rides.

A strange pang radiated in Shadowblade's core as it entered it's barn. It couldn't tell what it was, but it felt bad. It hurt. It clawed at the dirt floor of the barn, loosening the hard ground and circling to find a good position to lay in. Shadowblade settled down and vented air hard. It started to run a diagnostic on it's core.

"We're leaving!" Pomni shouted into the dark barn.

Shadowblade canceled it's diagnostic, getting up with some surprise.

"Son of a bitch thinks I'm not smart enough for this just because I don't want to listen to him blabber on about shit I don't care about." Pomni hissed to herself as she climbed Shadowblade. "I'll show him." She looked at the crystal on the back of her right hand. Nothing was happening. She didn't feel anything. "Shit probably doesn't work anyway. Whatever. I'm not in the mood to be around that asshole." She put on her night vision mask, whistled low and Shadowblade walked on.

The wasteland was silent under a sky full of stars. Without human light pollution, the moon gave the land a silver blue hue. A barely noticeable breeze swept swept through as Pomni and Shadowblade traveled further from the city, keeping a moderate pace.

Pomni scanned the surrounds and their wasn't another soul in sight, puppet or otherwise. She looked down occasionally to see if the crystal was doing anything. Nada. It was just a cool colored rock. "What the actual fuck am I supposed to do with this?"

Shadowblade suddenly stopped unprompted.

"What is it?" Pomni whispered, still seeing no one.

The ground felt wrong. Hollow. A crackling, shifting sound came from the hard dirt and a sinkhole opened. The ground collapsed and sent them plummeting down into the earth.

They fell dozens of feet before Shadowblade hit slanted hard surface. It dug it's claws in, trying to stop. Pomni held on for dear life as the position of gravity kept changing. Shadowblade left deep marks as it slid to solid ground. Finally coming to a stop, they could catch their breath.

"What the fuck!?" Pomni looked up, just barely able to see the night sky through the hole far above. She looked around, the sinkhole was part of a larger cave system. Or, rather, what she thought was a cave.

Shadowblade brightened their eyes to the max, revealing a ruined brick and mortar building, broken and slanted. There were multiple buildings of masonry and brick build, all half collapsed and barely standing. Ancient structures of the forgotten world, buried by time.

"Holy shit." Pomni looked around and saw a way through large enough for Shadowblade. "To the left."

Shadowblade looked at her.

"Yes, the actual left this time, prick."

Shadowblade chuffed and crawled through the crumbled entrance of the largest building.

Inside was absolutely massive. They stood on the third floor overlooking an open factory. Iron steam machines of unknown purpose filled the space below. Oversized pistons and gears reached for the vacant ceiling. The metal grated floor beneath them creaked under Shadowblade's step.

"There's got to be a way out somewhere. Let's go, but watch your step." Pomni held tight and Shadowblade climbed over the railing and jumped down to the factory floor. Dust shook loose from various machines when they landed. Being on such a large beast gave the factory a more claustrophobic feel than it should. Shadowblade squeezed in between and climbed over long dormant machines.

A sudden skittering sound had Pomni unsheathing her sword and Shadowblade freezing in place. Neither of them moved or breathed, waiting for the foreign sound to happen again. Silence.

"Keep moving." Pomni whispered and kept her sword at the ready. Shadowblade dimmed it's eyes and went on much more slowly, it's spines and tail flared.

The factory opened up some, the machines a bit father apart. Long, stringy cables webbed between them, blocking the path. Shadowblade pushed forward, using a paw to swipe away the cables when the webbing closed on it's own like a clap trap. The beast jumped back, but the webbing held tight. As Shadowblade thrashed, it's tail hit another web, becoming snared. Then the other front leg. Then the maw. The combined trapping webs started to pull Shadowblade deeper into the factory. Shadowblade activated the outer blades. The golden glow took out a few cables, but the webs pull tight, preventing Shadowblade from moving their legs enough to cut.

Pomni jumped off as Shadowblade was forced to the ground and dragged. She tried cutting the webs, but there were too many of them. Shadowblade was pulled away faster than she could keep up and disappeared into the darkness with a muffled roar.

"Fuck!" Pomni kept pursuit in the direction Shadowblade was taken. Skittering came from all around. The walls began to shift as hundreds of clockwork spiders the size of small cars moved in unison to advance on Pomni. She slid under a web trap, avoiding two spiders that tried to jump her in the process. Keeping her momentum, she vaulted over a machine and slashed her sword through the legs of a spider that got too close. She found a hold in the wall just big enough for her, and threw herself through it. She felt a pointed spider leg claw at her ankle as she squeezed herself into the horribly tight space.

Even when she was safely out of reach of the spiders, she didn't slow down. She kept her sword out in front as she wiggled her way through the gap in the wall. It occurred to her that using any of her weapons in this space would be next to impossible. Cold chills prickled her back. Even being surrounded on all sides by stone, she felt vulnerable.

Pomni heard Shadowblade's roar and she found a small opening she could peak through. She saw Shadowblade's eyes and blades glowing in the dark, still fighting desperately for freedom. The beast almost cut itself free when a mass of web descended from the out of sight ceiling, pinning Shadowblade to the ground.

Pomni's eyes widened as gigantic spider legs ever so delicately came down from above. This clockwork behemoth on eight legs wrapped up the struggling beast and pulled Shadowblade up into he air. Pomni ducked out of sight when one of the smaller spiders climbed up the wall in front of her. The spider skittered and clanked past her and she carefully peaked out again. Shadowblade was gone, along with the largest spider.

Pomni slid down out of sight and quietly cursed to herself. Part of her told her to run. This was a lost cause. Try to get back to the sinkhole opening and grapple her way out. But what about Shadowblade? They were her constant and faithful companion. Always obeying, always defending, always...being there. She looked at the crystal on her hand. "I'm coming for you."

Caine was passed out in his office chair, snoring loudly. He didn't stir when someone knocked on his door. Ragatha peaked in and groaned at the sight of him. She gingerly went to his side and shook his arm. "Caine? Caine. Caine!"

Caine snorted and awoke. "Oh, hello, Ragatha." He stretched.

"Caine, I'm terribly worried about Pomni. She hasn't come back yet."

Caine sighed heavily. "She left after I gave her a new toy to play with. She probably won't be back until morning."

"Could you at least check were she is? Please?"

"Of course." Caine took out his W.A.C.K.Y watch and opened it. He saw the blips of everyone at the manor...and no other. He stood so quickly, his chair fell over.

"What! What is it?"

"Pomni isn't showing up." He adjusted some settings, no change.

"Her tracker isn't active??"

"No. I would have received an alert if that happened. She, or more specifically Shadowblade, is somehow out of range." The best result he could pull up was her last transmitted location. He grabbed his coat and cane.

"Wait! I'm coming too!"

"I move much faster without a passenger." He blinked away.

Pomni slowly worked her way out of the wall, she looked up and saw only darkness. Even her mask couldn't see that far up without at least a little light. The skittering sound of the spiders still came from all directions, but none seemed to be getting closer. She at least felt able to move about without being immediately noticed.

She found a ladder to a catwalk on the second story. From there, she climbed her way to the third floor. She felt queazy looking down but she stayed focused. If she squinted, she could just make out the silhouettes of hanging bundles. She picked up a lose bolt and did something very risky. She threw it at the closet bundle to see what the response was. The bolt bounced off and clattered to the ground. Some of the smaller spiders reacted to the noise but the big one was nowhere to be seen.

She got a running start and leapt to the bundle. She swung and nothing happened. The bundle was too small to be Shadowblade, so she moved on to the next. No beast. Another, this one was quite large. She pulled at the cables and got them loose enough to see black metal and tangled spines. She pulled out even more cables and found Shadowblade's eye, it glowed brighter when it saw her. "Hey!" She spoke in as quiet a voice as she could, keeping an eye out for the giant spider. "I'm going to cut you loose, and we're getting the fuck out of here." She put her hand on Shadowblade's head.

Shadowblade gave a quiet, low rumble in response. As opposed to the pain it felt in its core before, another new sensation came over it. A positive one. One of strength.

The crystal on Pomni's hand started to glow. It became brighter and brighter until it was a beacon. Pomni cursed and tried to hide the light, but it was too late. The spiders were on the move, including the massive queen clockwork. "Okay, fuck all this sneaking around!" Pomni took out her sword and sliced at the cables holding Shadowblade to the ceiling.

They fell three stories, but the bundle Shadowblade was wrapped in softened the landing. Pomni started immediately trying to cut Shadowblade free again, and the golden glow of the beast blades blazed underneath. Pomni brought down her sword to free her companion and her blade ignited with gold energy, slicing through multiple layers of cables.

Shadowblade forced it's own blades open and burst free as the spiders were closing in. Shadowblade whipped it's tail and shot blazing darts of metallic shards raining down on the spiders. Pomni could feel Shadowblade's resolve: Protect. The crystal on her hand harmonizing with the thrum of her own heart. She lashed out with her sword and it cut clean through a spider's body. Then another. And another! It was like they were made of paper!

Cables rained down from the ceiling. They would have trapped Pomni, but Shadowblade scooped her up and moved swiftly back from the snares.

"Fuck this place! Fuck these spiders! I want that thing's eyes!" Pomni pointed her golden blade at the descending queen.

Shadowblade clawed the ground, feeling Pomni's intense hunger for the hunt.

Rip.

Tear!

KILL!

Caine sprinted full speed across the wasteland, blinking as far as he could in bursts. He finally made it to Pomni's last known location and didn't give himself time to catch his breath. He saw the hole in the ground and looked down. The moonlight was just bright enough to give him a view of the bottom.

Blink.

Underground, he could hear shouting and roaring and shattering and screeching. He moved into the ruins and could only see the distant glow of gold from Pomni and Shadowblade as they climbed the factory to attack a massive spider he didn't even know was there until Pomni lit it up.

"What in the world??" He lifted his cane and the round end glowed with warm light. He was surrounded by clockworks. "As Pomni would say, ...fuck." A spider shot cables at him, he sidestepped and they flew past him. Another spider lunged at him and he caught it with his puppetmaster strings. "You're not the only one that comes with strings attached! Ha!" He contorted his hand and the spider attacked the one next to it.

Shadowblade ran up the broken wall with the fury of a thousand suns, leaping at the queen and cleaving one of it's arms clean off. The beast made an abrupt u-turn off the adjacent wall and lunged again, grabbing the queen by the mandibles. The clockwork Queen screeched and tried to push Shadowblade off, but the beast wouldn't budge.

Pomni climbed up Shadowblade's head and plunged her sword into the Queen's head. This didn't kill it, but did a lot of damage. Shadowblade was forced to let go when the queen thrashed her legs as them, but the beast grabbed a hanging bundle and swung around back to the queen.

Shadowblade leapt and Pomni prepared her sword. Shadowblade lashed from the left, Pomni the right, the two creating a gold X made of pure energy that carved into the queen spider. Shadowblade spun and kicked off the broken spider to the second story catwalk. The queen fell to the ground in pieces.

So much was flowing through the connection in the moment. The satisfaction of a successful hunt. The rush of survival. The disbelief of actually pulling this crazy shit off. Feeling alive.

Shadowblade turned it's head to look at Pomni. She was just as out of breath. The glow of her sword faded and she sheathed it before resting her sword hand on Shadowblade's neck. "I told you I'd get you out." Shadowblade rumbled in return, it's eyes dimming for a few seconds before brightening again.

"Wait a second, is that..." Pomni zoomed in with her mask lenses. "..Caine!?"

Caine was making four spiders tapdance while he dance-dodged away from two more, the end of his cane still glowing.

Pomni reset her lenses. "Should we help him?"

Shadowblade huffed, feeling Pomni's desire to watch Caine fight just a bit longer.

"Fine. I suppose he is outnumbered."

Most of the spiders retreated when the queen fell, but a few just wouldn't quit and were making Caine really work his dance moves to keep from getting hit. His fun came to an end when a streak of gold light flew by and sliced all the spiders in half. He calmly brushed dust off his jacket as Shadowblade circled him and scattered the remaining spiders. "Well, it's good to see you two getting along nicely. Care to share how you ended up here?"

Shadowblade stopped and Pomni held her right hand high, along with her middle finger. "I figured it out, asshole."

"As I said you would." Caine smirked.

"Shadowblade and I are of one mind now, I don't even have to tell it to eat you out loud."

Caine narrowed his gaze. "Is that REALLY what Shadowblade wants? I'm the one always out studying and repairing them. And stop called them an IT. This beast has more personality than even you."

Pomni growled. Trying to force thoughts if eating Caine through the connection. Shadowblade stepped forward.

Caine gripped his cane just a little tighter, ready to blink.

Shadowblade lowered their maw...and pressed to Caine's chest. A low rumble vibrating his being. Shadowblade sent through the connection feelings of trust.

Caine pet the top of Shadowblade's maw with a smug grin aimed at Pomni. However, he was caught off guard by Shadowblade moving forward and lifting him off the ground. He slid down the beast's neck face first and into Pomni. Pomni was pushed back and nearly lost grip on the saddle.

Shadowblade had no regard for the position Pomni was in. They were making their way back to the large carvern where all this started to try and find anorher way out.

Caine held himself over Pomni for only a few seconds, that's all he could spare before she'd try to kill him, but those few seconds felt like an eternity to see her like that. He backed off before she started shoving and made his way around behind her on the saddle.

Pomni could feel her face heating up behind the mask and she hated herself for it. She didn't want anyone to make her feel this way, let alone the self proclaimed puppetmaster. "Don't get any ideas and turn that damn light off. I'm using night vision for god's sake." She growled.

"My dear, I am nothing if not a gentleman." He held his hands away from her and his cane dimmed. "Buuuut that may make things difficult when it comes time to leave. I need to be in physical contact with my passengers."

Pomni looked back at him. "Wait, you can blink both of us?"

"I can try. I've never taken anyone as large as our friend here, but we need to get topside somehow."

Shadowblade looked up to see the first pastels of morning coloring the sky through the sinkhole. Then they looked back at their two passengers. Caine rubbed his hands together. "Hold this for me?" He shoved his cane in Pomni's hands and put one hand on her waist, the other on Shadowblade's back. He focused as much energy he could muster into the transfer of their bodies to another space. He visualized the surface. He willed himself and the others to be there. Blue energy radiated out from his heart, covering himself, Pomni and slowly Shadowblade. The process usually happened so fast, no one knew how he did it, but this time it was like trying to move a boulder uphill. Shadowblade saw the blue energy cover their body making them feel momentarily weightless.

Blink.

Suddenly they were on the surface, a good distance from the sinkhole. Caine collapsed against Pomni, on the verge of unconsciousness. He breathed heavily and felt more lightheaded than when he was shit-faced drunk. "Did...did it work?"

Pomni resigned her anger and sighed. "Yeah. It worked. Try to hold on, would ya? I don't want to have to drag you all the way back to the manor."

Shadowblade was already walking back without verbal prompt. Feeling the mutual need to rest.

Caine lazily wrapped his arms around Pomni's waist. His head heavy against her shoulder. "I was worried..."

"Hm?"

"You disappeared off the map. I...was worried."

"Oh. Well...don't be. I can take care of myself. And I have Shadowblade besides." Pomni took off her mask as the morning light brightened.

"You are a very capable woman. Always have been. But I still worry. I want you to come back." He mumbled, half asleep.

Pomni didn't know how to respond. Him saying how much he wanted her to keep returning despite how often they're at each other's throats, it made her feel strange. A good strange. But still strange. She tensed when Caine held tighter.

"...come back."

"I'm right here, you doof. I think you blinked away a few IQ points." She sniggered.

The wasteland was merciful. Allowing them safe passage home without interruption. Shadowblade took them all the way up to the front door and got as low to the ground as possible to let Pomni help Caine inside. Shadowblade watched them disappear behind the threshold, and walked along the side of the manor towards the barn. This time, they looked up. Seeing Pomni and Caine limping inside. They had never bother to try looking through the windows before. Where do they go? They watched to see another woman with red hair rush forward and help Pomni escort Caine up the stairs.

Shadowblade reared up on their hinds legs and carefully leaned against the manor to see through the second story windows. Pomni and Ragatha took Caine into a room Shadowblade couldn't see into. They came out after a few minutes talking to one another, without Caine. Shadowblade could not hear but they felt relief and security through the connection, even if those feelings did not translate on Pomni's face. Shadowblade cocked their head to the side watching what was happening when their view was obstructes by a curtain of red ribbons. And then there was screaming.

Shadowblade moved back and down from the window and continued to their barn. They got comfortable and could finally rest their road weary paws. A booming rumble form overhead promised a storm. Rain collected on the ground in front of the barn, making large puddles in view of Shadowblade's reflection. Shadowblade looked at themself, really looked.

Is that...me?

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haveamagicalday · 7 months ago

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Monster High Monster Mash! (Semi Finals 1)

This is a poll in the Monster High Monster Mash! All other polls in can be found here.

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velvette-creations · 2 months ago

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Hold onto Me

The Legend of Vox Machina: Keyleth x fem!reader

Rating: Mature (Minors DNI)

WC: 1.4k

Prompt: “If love is the answer, you’re home” -Touch by Daft Punk for @sweetspicybingo (Lyrical Bingo Collection)

Warnings: oral and fingering

Summary: You and Keyleth enjoy a private at Ch��teau Shorthalt (a little smut and a whole lotta fluff)

Keyleth’s eyes sparkled, shimmering emeralds that could light up the whole world; you were sure of that. You loved getting lost in them, in the green depths that knew no bounds. You often pondered if that was your favorite feature of hers, but truth be told, you didn’t think you could pick just one. You loved everything about her. That enthralling love swirled around your head as you gazed down at her naked body.

A faded scarlet blush caressed her naked, pale skin—an alluring warmth gripping her flesh. Your fingers skimmed down her sides before grabbing her hips. She squirmed in your grasp, her mouth slightly agape and those lovely emerald eyes blown wide. Whisps of red hair clung to her clammy skin. You were grateful for the respite and privacy, having the privilege of her all for yourself. You lowered your mouth to her belly, placing a warm kiss against her heated flesh.

“Please,” she whispered, squirming from your touch.

“Use your words, Kiki,” you encouraged. Hold onto me, I’m right here with you.

Her cheeks flushed redder, so you lifted your head, crawling up her body to cup her face gently. “It’s just you and me, my love. Everything is just between us,” you reminded her. Scanlon may scream and sing his conquests to any who would listen, as was his right, but you would never share these details with the company. Though you were certain, they had put two and two together by now. For the moment, you were thankful for Keyleth’s warm body against yours and the soft silk sheets courtesy of Château Shorthalt. You made a mental note to thank Scanlon later.

“I want to feel your mouth,” she purred, the vibrations tingling down your spine.

You pressed your mouth against her lips, drawing her into a sensual kiss before moving down her neck, her collarbone, and the swells of her breasts. You circled each nipple, feeling them harden beneath your tongue as your hand dipped between her splayed thighs, stroking her silken folds. Keyleth let out the most delicious sound – a beautiful, half-forgotten song. You mouthed her taut stomach, skimming the fingertips of your other hand down her curved hip before you found the spot you wanted.

“Please,” she whimpered, her fingers slipping into your ear.

“All in good time, my love,” you murmured before swiping your tongue against her. A sharp, tangy taste danced against your tastebuds, and you hungered for more. A low growl rolled through you as your mouth sealed around her.

Your tongue plunged deep inside, and Keyleth rocked against your mouth. Truth be told, you could spend an eternity between her thighs, bringing her pleasure until she couldn’t take it any longer. Vax was a fool for letting her slip between his fingers, but his loss was your gain. Her wetness coated your mouth and nose, serving only to spur you on. You sought her clit as two of your slipped inside her.

You crooked your fingers, hitting a soft spongy center before you thrust them gently as your lips suckled her clit. You could smell the sweat prickling over her bare skin. She writhed on the bed, arching her back as you pleasured her. It didn’t take long to get her to spill into an intense orgasm. You removed your fingers before gently lapping her clean with your tongue, savoring every drop. Keyleth seemed speechless, simply stroking your hair as you rested your head on her belly.

“That was amazing,” she whispered, a smile curving over her lips.

“Mmm, I’m glad you enjoyed it, Kiki,” you grinned.

“How about a bath?”

“A bath sounds amazing,” you sighed, enamored by the idea of soaking in hot water and scrubbing your skin clean from the grime of the Hells of Despath clinging to you.

You had to hand it to Scalan; he ensured every inch of this place was luxurious. You were excited to see a clawed bathtub, perfect for soaking and large enough for two people. You turned on the tap, running your fingers under the water to judge the temperature while Keyleth fiddled with the bottles on the marbled sink. She selected a few, dribbling them into the water filling the tub, and soon, a pleasant scent filled the air—the sharp scent of lemon followed by powdery violet and roses in bloom. Keyleth climbed into the tub first, then helped you in, letting you settle against her chest as her chin rested on your shoulder.

“This is heavenly,” she sighed happily.

“Truly,” you agreed, relaxing in her arms and balmy water, watching the steam rise around you.

A pleasant silence filled the room, the hot water soothing your aches and pains, and you were half asleep, but the pleasant feeling of Keyleth massaging your breasts roused you.

“Kiki,” you moaned.

“Shhh,” she cooed, kissing your shoulder as one hand slipped down your belly. “Just relax. Let me tend to you.”

You did as she instructed, letting your head falling back against her chest as her hand found its way between your legs. She teased you, making your nerves stand on edge before her fingers finally slipped inside. It was soothing, slow, and pleasant, taking her time to bring you to orgasm. Your muscles fluttered around her slender feelings, enjoying the slow burn and the time she took. You could feel the love she held for you in every gentle thrust of her fingers.

“I…gonna…” you whined, unable to get the words out as you clenched tightly around her fingers before giving your body over to the sweet release.

“There we go, sweet girl,” Keyleth hummed, kissing your temple as she continued to work you through the orgasm.

You felt floaty like you could melt right into the water and let the steam carry you away. Keyleth’s embrace tightened around you to help keep you grounded. The two of you stayed in the bath until the water turned ice cold before slipping under the warm sheets, curling around each other before succumbing to sleep. Your arms remained circled around her waist the entire night.

You woke to the smell of chicken and waffles wafting under your nose, making your stomach lurch with hunger. Though you knew Keyleth wouldn’t be too fond of the chicken, so you slipped out of bed, tugged on your clothes, and went to find the garden Scanlon had sung about earlier that night. You were delighted to find a bush bursting with ripe raspberries and gathered up a bunch, tossing them into a wooden basket that rested by a tree. You made your way to the kitchen, winking spectral servants ushering heaps of chicken and waffles from the kitchen before you made a raspberry tart for Keyleth to enjoy for breakfast. It had been one of your favorite treats as a child, and you wanted to share that small part of your past with her.

It came out perfect, with a crispy crust and raspberries glistening with sugar and honey on top of the mouthwatering custard. The servants were a big help in following your requests, and you wondered if they enjoyed making something other than chicken. You scooped up the plate and made your way into the dining room.

“I was wondering where you were; you left me alone,” Keyleth pouted.

“Apologies, I was making you breakfast, my lady,” you grinned, placing the plate in front of her before bending to kiss her.

“You’re forgiven. It smells delicious,” she beamed, lifting her fork before digging into the tart.

You picked up a piece of perfectly fried chicken, sinking your teeth into the crunchy skin as the meat melted off the bone and against your tongue.

“Oh, I could kiss you right now, Scanlon,” you groaned happily, indulging in more chicken.

“Pretty sure Keyleth might transform into a tiger and eat me,” he laughed.

“Ahh, Minxie,” Grog grinned, munching on fistfuls of chicken as Scanlon made kissy faces in your direction.

Keyleth reached for your hand under the table, running her thumb against your hand. Her smile was dazzling, a little bit of custard clinging to the corners of her mouth. Your tongue tingled as you longed to lick it away. You would follow this woman to the ends of the world, right into the screaming depths of Hell. Love; it made you do crazy things.

Many questions swirled through your mind as you held onto Keyleth’s hand. The Chroma Conclave proved to be dangerous foes. You had no idea what the future might hold and where any of you might end up, but at least you would be by Keyleth’s side. Your stomach felt sick at the unknown until you gazed into Keyleth’s kind eyes, and a realization dawned on you. If love is the answer, you’re home. The one sure thing you could cling to was that your home would be wherever Keyleth was.

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