#i'm. hopeful about this one. also nervous. as always deeply greedy for comments..

[damienthepious]

deep inhale. i’m never going to finish all the multichapters i start, but that does not mean that i am capable of not starting more! happy lizard fucking tuesday. i mean kissing. probably. this idea possessed me and i can’t escape now. have fun!

heart beats best in a bed (chapter 1)

[ao3] [ch 2] [ch 3] [ch 4] [ch 5] [ch 6] [ch 7] [ch 8] [ch 9] [ch 10] [ch 11] [ch 12] [ch 13] [ch 14] [ch 15] [ch 16] [ch 17] [ch 18] [???]

[Rating: Mature

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien, Sir Damien/Rilla, Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla

Characters: Sir Damien, Lord Arum, Rilla, (others? eventually?)

Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Lizard Kissin’ Tuesday, Rivals With Benefits, (I CANT BELIEVE THAT WAS ALREADY A TAG THANK FUCK), Mutual Pining, Secret Relationship, Denial of Feelings, Alternate Universe, (it's not ROLE reversal it's like. RELATIONSHIP reversal), (the timing is fucked with), (who knows who first), Sex with Feelings, Relationship Negotiation, (i literally never know how to tag things), (some miscommunication and mild angst in the future)

Summary: Sir Damien is a committed, dedicated knight with a shining record and spotless reputation. Barring, of course, his one minor indiscretion, his singular, secret exception. It does not bear mentioning, of course. The arrangement is purely practical, purely physical, utterly inconsequential, of course. It is not as if a monster would- could care for him in any meaningful way, after all. The idea is impossible; as impossible as the idea of Sir Damien possessing any feelings whatsoever for the monster in return.

Notes: Alcohol mention in the first chapter here! I don't have a clue if it'll pop up again in the later chapter so i didn't wanna put it in the tag-tags. Also the title of this fic in my document is "enemies with bennies?" so like, expect UTTER nonsense from me on this. It's all tension and adrenaline and a refusal to communicate or acknowledge feelings. Bless. 💖 Sex only IMPLIED in this chapter, but it'll likely become... somewhat more explicit as the fic progresses. hope you enjoy??? ahhhh okay. Let's go.

Title from the song Crane Your Neck by Lady Lamb and honestly? You could pick a Lady Lamb song at random and it would probably vibe with this fic. I nearly picked a title from You Are The Apple instead, and like, that would also work. Go listen to You Are The Apple, actually. It slaps.

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The moon illuminates the jungle night, the clear coin sailing high and nearly full, peering between the leaves of the canopy in silver shafts that dapple the undergrowth like scattered petals of some ghostly jasmine. It is the sort of light that favors predators, creatures that may slink unseen amongst the shadows, peering out into the night with glittering eyes between branch and bramble.

Sir Damien steps carefully, footfalls soft and practiced and nearly silent through the leaf litter, and he scans the dappled darkness for any such eyes. For danger, for pursuit, his focus honed and precise.

He knows what lurks here, tonight.

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#elle's fanfic #the penumbra podcast #second citadel #rad bouquet #lizard kissin' tuesday #sir damien #lord arum #heart beats best #i'm. hopeful about this one. also nervous. as always deeply greedy for comments..