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madamefluffnstuff · 30 days

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Uneasy Revelations

Fandom: Elder Scrolls Online

Pairing: Darien Gautier x Fem!Werewolf!Vestige

Rating: T

Warning(s): Werewolves, Supernatural Transformation, Mentions of a -medium- Panic Attack, etc.

Words: 983

AN: I'm sloooowly working through my list of WIP's. In no particular order but still.

A convo about werewolves and angst with @lithiumrev lead to a deliciously angst-y mini fic with unexpected confessions and forgiveness. Which I very lovingly snuck off with, cleaned up a bit to fit the DC storyline, and ran with. ;D

Dairen and the Vestige are kinda sorta in a relationship? Not "official" official but definitely in the heavy flirting stage. There's some feelings.

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Darien took a shaky step back as the adrenaline cleared and he returned to his surroundings. His heart suddenly plummeted to his stomach- he couldn't believe what he was seeing with his own two eyes;

The Vestige, standing right where the werewolf had just been. With a sword in her gut. The very sword he just used to fend off the lycanthrope.

“Oh by the Eight, what have I done?!” he screamed. Seeing her as a werewolf brought back so many bad memories from Camlorn, it was only natural he reacted the way he did. He collapsed to one knee and started to assess the situation. By that time the Vestige started to come to and glance up at him, Gabrielle had caught up to them. “Darien! What—" she tried to ask but was caught off guard by an uncharacteristic sob.

“I didn't mean to!” he choked, “It was a werewolf, but then it was Her!”

“Go get my healing staff!” Gabrielle hollered, “Now!” Darien ran to go get it, as the mage checked the Vestige's pulse. “Still strong. That's good," she muttered to herself.

“Here.” Darien gasped, handing her the staff. "I-I didn't realize-" before he could finish his sentence, Gabrielle grabbed his arm.

"Listen to me. Hey- Listen," she grabbed his hand and placed it on the Vestige's chest. “Do you feel that?”

“… Yes.”

“That's her heartbeat. The fact she still has one is a good sign. Now I need you to keep your hand there and tell me if it weakens or stops. Can you do that for me?”

“Yeah, I can.”

The mage worked in a tense silence, glowing hands hovering above the Vestige's chest, making their way down to the gut wound. “I know why you did it, and I know we should have told you," she began. “But after the liberation of Camlorn she... She was terrified that you would leave.” Darien had the Vestige's head in his lap and was monitoring her pulse as best he could while his thoughts were racing. “Daire? Did you hear me?”

“Y-Yes.” he answered shakily, taking in her features. Her paling face and shallow breathing were all he could focus on.

Just as Gabrielle was finishing with the bandages, the Vestige's eyes flew open and she gasped, hard. The looks on her comrades faces told her everything- she knew what had transpired without either of them saying a word.

"Darien?! Oh gods, I'm so sorry! I'm so so sorry-!" Darien stopped her mid-sentence with a bone-crunching hug.

"Oh thank the Eight- thank the Eight you're okay-" he choked again. "I'm so glad you're alive-"

Gabrielle let out a small chuckle. “I’ll give you two some space. Come get me if something happens, okay?”

As their panic subsided and the renewed adrenaline tapered off, Darien scooped the Vestige up and carried her to one of the nearby infirmary tents. Luck was once again on their side, as the tent was empty. As he kneeled and gingerly laid her down on one of the cots, he caught a glimpse of the bandages on her belly. He felt a little sick seeing them, knowing he was the reason she needed them.

“I don't know what to say…” he said quietly.

“Just... sit with me, please,” she answered. “Talk to me about how this makes you feel.”

“To be honest, I don't know if I can.”

“Well, just talk, then. About anything. I know this hurts you too.”

"You have no idea, Vestige."

Darien proceeded to ramble about everything that popped into his mind- The panic when he saw the werewolf, how he felt when he first realized it was her, how scared he was when he realized what he did-

How sorry he was. How so incredibly sorry he was, the guilt was eating him up. It was a split-second panic decision, he had no idea it was her.

She listened quietly, taking in his words and hearing him out. Her eyes closed after a minute, and she laid her head on his chest plate as his arm wrapped comfortingly around her shoulders.

"I know I should have told you," she murmured as his hand rubbed up and down. "I'm sorry about that. It's just... I know how badly what happened in Camlorn affected you. I didn't want you to leave..."

Darien inhaled through his nose as he processed what she just said. Him? Leave her? Unthinkable. And he told her as much. "I wouldn't ever dream of it, my dear."

A small chuckle escaped her tired lips. "I know this probably makes you uncomfortable, but- That transformation was rather sudden for me as well. I didn't intend for you to find out like-"

He interrupted her with a tender kiss on her temple. "It surprised me at first, I'll admit. I was wondering why there was one rogue werewolf attacking the others. Should have known it was you when I couldn't find you on the battlefield.

"But you helped so much when you transformed. I can forgive you for that."

The Vestige looked up at him and blinked. "Just like that? You're okay with it? After what happened in Camlorn?"

He nodded. "Of course. You had nothing to do with that. At least I hope you didn't."

"I assure you I did not."

"Good. Then all is forgiven. We can figure this out. Just- don't, uh, "wolf out" when I'm around, alright? Don't think I could take that sight."

She chuckled. "I will do my best not to."

~*~

Gabrielle leaned against the support post outside the tent, just out of sight from the entrance. She had brought some extra healing supplies in case the Vestige needed it, but after her (mostly) unintentional eavesdropping, she knew her friend would be fine. Besides, Darien could keep an eye on her.

If he could remain focused on the task at hand, that is.

#I assure you all my next werewolf piece will not be angst #need some fluffy werewolf content now #elder scrolls online #eso #eso vestige #werewolf #werewolf vestige #darien gautier #eso darien gautier #angst #fluff #hurt/comfort #writing #my writing #eso fic #fanfic

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shadesxofxblack · 6 years

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@emilybrooksrpworld [Closed Starter]

“The Death of a Bachelor”

Giving the man a pat on the back for a job well done, he handed him a wad of $100 dollar bills with a smile and said, “You just remember, champ. Spread the word. If I stop comin’ around for at least 3 months, it’s time to start Project Snowball.”

The pimp smiled with his gold-capped tooth gleaming from the reflection of the street light. “Yeah, my brutha! You got it! We got yer back, Angelus. You just keep those dollar signs comin’ and we got a deal.”

The vampire smirked, tipping his imaginary hat on his head as he spun away on his heal, saying as he walked off, “Always a pleasure.”

With an air of pride, he felt accomplished. Bored, but accomplished. Time to find his latest plaything. He’d been watching this one for the last few nights. Stalking her from a distance while she went about her routine. Normally, the Scourge wouldn’t waste his time, but this girl… something about her smelled different. Special. He could sense it, much like the way he had back when Darla had originally found his Drusilla. Unique. A gifted plum just ripe for the plucking.

She had obviously been on something the first time the vampire saw her. Perhaps it was his fondness for the junkie who freed him from the cage that made him adore these types. Maybe it was the nostalgia of hunting down and potentially creating another fanged family. No matter. He was enjoying himself and this girl could be a whole new game for him.

Walking around the back alleys and over to her corner, Angelus lit a smoke, hovering in the shadows as he awaited her arrival. It was getting close to 2am, her usual time for catching the drunks as they left the bars. This girl was a real pro. A good blow or hand-job, whatever would get her enough for a score. But she didn’t take shit, either. That’s what impressed him the most. This chick was damaged goods, and damn, if that wasn’t a turn on. Angelus could definitely press the buttons on this one.

This tall drink of water had potential and that was rare in a place like Santa Monica. Sure, Los Angeles had its fair share of joy rides, but they were nothing new. Same song, different dance. He needed something with more character. Something jazzy and just all around enticing.

A wrinkle of the brow and a glance to his watch to check the time as he tapped the time piece. She was late? That was unusual. She was usually early. After all, this is how she got her fix.

Angelus walked over in the direction that she came from every evening, smelling to see if he could catch a whiff of her cigarettes and shampoo. She used the cheap shit, but it was very recognizable. Something of a Suave type of hair product mixed with a polyester blend of fabric. That scent combined with alcohol, tobacco and chemicals was pretty easy to detect.

He trotted past the graffiti on the metal fence along the harbor, suddenly hearing her voice shouting out. Angelus took his time, avoiding being seen at first as he watched from behind a storage bin. There was no one there, but she sure seemed to think there was. “Oh, eat me,” Angelus mumbled to himself. “Another loony-bin. Great. Well, it would’ve been nice, kiddo but-,” he cut off as he heard what she shouted…

Wait. Did she just say Drusilla!? Nooo. Is she-… She couldn’t mean his Dru, could she?

Angelus listened more intently as another breaking revelation came forward. “Holy Crucifixion, she’s talkin’ to Darla.” He burst out of the shadows at that point, revving up to her in long strides as he hollered, “Excuse me, Blondie! Don’t mean to interrupt your little convo there, but uh-, “ he paused, strutting closer with every eager step, “Can you tell Darla that she needs to mind her own business? I got it covered. Thanks.” He’d closed the gap and instantly punched the blonde with an abnormally hard, right-hook, knocking her unconscious. A smirk played over his lips as he let out a sigh of relief. “Get ready, babydoll. Your workin’ a new corner from now on.”

Hoisting her lifeless body up and over his shoulder, he leaped with ease 30 feet into the air and onto the roof of the warehouse, quickly taking her across town and back to his underground lair. Within an hour, he’d locked her wrists up in shackles and chains, bound to the cement wall as her body laid on the mattress. Normally, he wouldn’t bother with such a luxury, but this was his new pet! He couldn’t let her be completely uncomfortable. Besides, the cement floor was freezing. After all, they had ages of torture to get through. Couldn’t have her pass out from hypothermia, now could he?

The room was his own cell that Angel had devised years ago to hold him in case Angelus resurfaced. Reinforced, steel bars that went from the ceiling to the floor with an extra strong, four-pronged steel lock that only opened with one key. Angelus now kept that key close-by at all times, but not where anyone could get to it. He thought it was fitting to use soul-boy’s own device against him as a torture chamber, since it was created to save people from himself. A bit of an ironic symbiosis, if you will.

As the woman began to stir, Angelus grinned from ear-to-ear, sitting up on a metal table on the other side of the bars. Hands folded over his knees, the amused vamp rested his black boots against a chair as he said, “Rise and shine, Emily!” He made sure to use her name, knowing she’d never told it to him. The creep factor just made it all the more pleasurable.

“Welcome to your new home. Oh, and don’t bother tryin’ to hang yourself - or stab yourself - or anything like that, pretty please? I know it might seem like it’s the end of the world, but I promise you… whatever pain you feel in the near future?...It’ll only get worse. And just when you think it can’t? I’ll bet you a dozen needles it does. Oh, by golly Joe Whillacker, I sure am gonna enjoy this, muffin! We’re gonna have SO much fun. You are one special, little thing, aren’t you? How long has that been goin’ on now, by the way? The whole um… talking to dead people thing. Months? Years? Lemme guess-,” he broke into Lady Gaga, singing, “Baby, you were born this wayyy!” With a chuckle, Angelus hopped up to his feet and wrapped his hands around the cold bars, smiling down at her with a sigh of happiness.

“Ahhh, you know… I’ve gotta thank you. I really do. It’s been a millennium since I found someone worthy of eternal torment. Really! Hell, more than that. I believe it was the mid 1800’s when I turned Drusy. But she’s off doing her own thing these days. She lost her verve. Her SPARK!” He slammed the bars with both hands as he shouted that, just to get a jump out of her. “But I guess you already knew that, huh? Darla told you about our dear, delusional daughter, didn’t she? How is the old ball and chain, anyway?”

#Devour #Angelus And Emily #50ShadesOfBlack #DeathOfABachelor

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