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Office Hours

Author's Note: This - this is finally the promised wizard smut with Professor Gale Dekarios. I've written this as a fill for Kinktober Challenge. Please enjoy, while I go bury myself. I'm so excited to hear your feedback, because writing this was daunting. Happy Halloween!

Summary: You took up a PhD project under the infamous Professor for Wizardry Gale Dekarios but you also have a huge crush on him. Stuff getting a little heated at a party could almost ruin your future though. Things between you and Professor Dekarios are tense from there on out - until you go to confront him about it. (All characters are over 18!)

Pairing: Professor!Gale / Fem!Tav (You) Rating: Explicit Warnings: explicit sexual content! Wordcount: 8,2k (I'm so sorry...)

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Another shot of tequila was placed in front of you.

“Bottom’s up, love!”, Astarion cheerfully exclaimed and clanked his own shot against yours. You drunkenly turned your head towards him. As always when you went for a night out with your best friend, he kept putting drinks (and a reasonable amount of water in between) in front of you while he barely seemed to get drunk.

“We’re not even bothering with salt and lem-lemons anymore?”, you drawled sluggishly. It was time to stop soon as long as you were still able to remember what you were doing.

Astarion didn’t even reply just kept swaying to the beat of the current song blasting through the club and clinked his glass against yours again to make you take it. And so you did.

You both threw your drinks back and shuddered when the liquor ran down your throats. “You’re really pushing me tonight, Astarion”, you screamed over the loud blasting music.

“Yeah well”, he shrugged as his eyes wandered back to the dancefloor and the hunk of a man he’d been dancing with almost the whole night – at least when you hadn’t danced with him.

“It’s not every day that my bestie has to celebrate that renowned PhD position with the infamous Professor Dekarios, is it?”, Astarion screamed back at you.

And it was true, it most definitely wasn’t every day. Because not only did you get the approval of the prodigy professor who was famously known for being strict and very demanding to be your supervisor. But you were the only one he’d taken on for a PhD project since… well, since he was in the position to do so it seemed. he’d t

But you had thus far always excelled in his classes. You’d been the very role model student during your time here.

And sure, you had worked your ass off for it, but it was well worth it. A finished PhD under a prodigy such as Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep would open you every door in the wizarding world.

It might also have helped that you had a huge crush on Professor Dekarios. The way this man spoke passionately about all things Wizardry and Weave had captured you from the very beginning. Just how his whole demeanor changed when he started talking about his research and how passionate he became. The way his eyes lit up when he got to talk about his work.

And then also: how he absent-mindedly let his hands wander through his hair when he was thinking about how to word something. How he let his thumb wander over his bottom lip as he intently listened to one of your questions and praised you afterwards for how clever it had been.

It was safe to say you had found yourself daydreaming about what else that man could do with that eloquent mouth of his more than once. Or how it would be if he praised you for more than just your smartass little questions.

“You know he’s here tonight, don’t you? Since it’s a faculty party”, Astarion kept on yelling into your ear, already grabbing the shot glasses to go get more.

“WHAT?”, you screamed – and this time it was clearly audible over the music in the club. You stared at Astarion in shock.

“Love, it’s your faculty and you brought me here, might I add. Shouldn’t you know about this kind of stuff? I saw him when I went to the bar”, Astarion yelled back with a mocking grin. Then he was off again with a naughty wink to get new drinks.

He was right. He was actually a history PhD student and had nothing to do with your wizarding studies. And still he always seemed to be better informed about these gossipy bits of information.

You gulped when you were reminded of what kind of revealing dress you were wearing tonight – black, short, low cut waterfall neckline. The thought that Professor Dekarios might have seen you in it and how you had danced in it – it scared you and excited you at the same time.

The fact that you were already solidly drunk definitely meant that it was leaning more towards the latter.

And then, sure as all Hells, you saw him: Professor Gale Dekarios walking into this part of club.

He looked a little out of place with his slacks and shirt-sweater combination – totally dressed for teaching, grading and researching and not for going down at the club.

Dekarios walked over to some people standing in a loose circle – people you realised now were other faculty members. You watched him intently – noticing the little details while you were drowned by increasingly unhinged thoughts. You saw that his shirt wasn’t neatly tugged in anymore, one hand was casually in his pocket while the other held a glass of red wine nonchalantly by the rim – letting it hang by his side. Sometime during conversation, he absent-mindedly dragged his hand through his hair. He always did that when he was deep in thought or having one of his passionate scholarly monologues during a lecture.

For all the scholarly nerdiness (and sometimes cute awkwardness) this man possessed – he was effortlessly sexy when he felt relaxed it seemed. And man, were you down bad for him.

You were still staring at Dekarios’ butt – that actually looked formidable in his slacks - when Astarion returned and slid another drink over to you. He saw how absent-mindedly you were staring off into the distance and tried to figure out what you were looking at.

When he did, a feral grin split his face: “Honestly, I’d fuck him if given the chance.”

“Astarion!” You whacked his arm as you were ripped out of your stupor.

“Don’t act like that, sweetheart, I know you would get on your knees so quickly for that man. I’ve had to listen to your horny yearnings for two years, remember?”

You blushed because he was right – as he sadly mostly was. The shit-eating grin stayed firmly on Astarion’s stupid face as he looked at you

“Yeah, as if anything would ever happen”, you simply retorted then, not wanting to indulge your friend’s insolent behaviour any further.

“And yet you keep wearing sluttly little outfits to all his classes”, Astarion drawled and his eyebrow twitched while he called you out. “I do believe even wizards have eyes to see what is right in front of them – even though it’s mostly just books.”

“That coming from a godsdamned history student is really low”, you replied and left it at that.

You were not having this conversation right now. So you settled for whacking Astarion’s arm again - which made him hiss at you that he hadn’t even said anything anymore - and then grabbing the drink he’d brought you, downing it in one go.

“Maybe instead of calling me out you could double down on your other best friend duties and go dance with me again?”, you suggested after suppressing a shudder from the downed alcohol.

Astarion just replied with grinning at you and stretched out his arm in an elegant gesture towards the dancefloor, motioning you to get going then.

You went and danced, having even some more drinks while doing that. That man built like a massive tree eventually joined the two of you as he had been dancing with Astarion before. He introduced himself as Halsin and told you that he was a visiting researcher – only staying for a little while at your institution.

You exchanged some small talk per screaming while on the dancefloor. But shortly after it was back to your best friend Astarion and him dancing and eventually even making out with each other.

You didn’t mind at all – in fact you were happy Astarion seemed to enjoy himself. And you happily let them have their space and just let yourself be taken by the music.

You swayed and rocked to the beats, lifted your arms and rolled your hips – enjoying how good the movements made you feel.

A soft buzz coming from your hip and the tiny bag swinging there made you look at your phone after a while. It was Astarion.

“Gonna leave with our new friend if that’s ok with u? Wanna make sure he remembers his time here well!”

Gods, even after a night out with lots of drinking Astarion was still wasting time on being eloquent.

“Go get it bestie”, you simply replied and grinned at yourself. You were already excited to hear about it afterwards when you next up with Astarion for a coffee or something.

You received one more text from Astarion asking you to text him when you got home safely. You agreed with a quick text and then went back to dancing.

All the booze you’ve had was giving you the confidence to keep going on the dancefloor even though the club was finally emptying bit by bit. The songs played were less popular now but therefore more enthralling and so you let yourself get dragged along by the music.

Until you opened your eyes and saw that you were being watched. And not by just anyone.

A bit off the dance floor Professor Dekarios was sitting on his own now in one of the leather seats there, his legs spread. He was holding another glass of red wine, carefully placed on one of the armrests. His other hand was at his chin – motionless though. You could see his single earring glint in the flickering club lights. His one side of hair was fanned out around his head.

He sat there like a statue – just very intently staring at you, giving you an immediate feeling of being stripped bare before him. He wasn’t even reacting to you catching him staring.

At least that was what you thought. But then you noticed the prominent bulge between his legs, straining against the fabric of his slacks.

Your lips parted in silent surprise and you immediately felt how your nipples hardened and rubbed against your dress in arousal. You gulped and wet your lips while your whole mouth suddenly felt overwhelmingly dry.

When you looked up again you saw just the slightest sparkle in the eyes of your observer.

And that – probably in combination with all the liquid courage you had consumed tonight - was enough to get you going again.

Knowing the audience, you then began to dance again – putting in even more effort than before: fluid motions, making your hips roll more prominently, dragging up the skirt of your dress just a little too much as you turned around to give him a view of your back.

You let your hands wander up your front when you turned around again, deliberately letting them linger on your breasts and squeezing them as you dragged your hands up and feeling them softly jiggle when you let them go again.

When you looked at your watcher you saw how he had leaned forward slightly in his seat now. Bulge now even more prominently outlined against his pants if that was even possible. His thumb wandering over the bottom lip of his open mouth as he watched you – just like he did when you asked an incredibly smart question in one of his courses.

You were feeling feverish and heedlessly aroused, probably dripping wet too. The thought of just sauntering over and sitting on his lap and pushing your boobs in his face crossed your mind as you turned around again to give him more opportunity to stare at your ass.

And when you turned around again…

The spell was broken. Someone had come over to Dekarios and engaged him in conversation. You saw how he had awkwardly placed his one arm over where his testament of arousal was probably still clearly obvious. He didn’t acknowledge you with a single glance anymore.

And you felt like someone had poured ice cold water over you. The heat of desire and lust quickly replaced with the heat of burning shame. You felt cheap suddenly and very self-conscious. At least the club was so empty now that mostly anyone else wouldn’t have noticed – or they’d been way too out of it to care.

You stormed off the dancefloor and out of the club, already regretting how you had it let come to this. Hoping you wouldn’t have just ruined everything you’ve worked so hard for.

Six months later…

Stuff had mostly went backwards and downhill from that party night on. Although Astarion had congratulated you and while he had wheezed and applauded you when you had told him about what had happened after he'd left. But you had barely been able to eat up your shame to resume attending Professor Dekarios’ lectures. Your keen sense of duty being the only thing that forced you back there after you had allowed yourself to miss a few classes because you wouldn’t have been able to handle it at all.

And when you had finally managed you had been smitten with completely being ignored by the man itself. He rarely acknowledged you anymore in his lectures, brushed over your questions and avoided you at every cost. That meant barely any eye contact, not even when he had to speak to you in public, no communication on your research project whatsoever and he mysteriously managed to never meet you walking around campus.

You had felt guilty and afraid at first – fearing that at some point you would just receive a formal letter that told you that you and your appointed studies were dropped without further notice.

But when that didn’t happen, you couldn't also help to feel at least a smidge of anger whenever you thought about it: obviously you had been trying to commit yourself to forget what had happened and start working on your research project. Why did he have to insist on making it awkward?

You wouldn't bring up the topic, certainly. You were prepared to just act like nothing ever happened at all – even if you would remember it every single time you looked at the man. Forever reminded of the shame of that moment; but also: the desire he had looked at you with and the lust you had felt for him.

But you'd be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit that you were mostly just majorly worried. Not only because of how he was behaving towards you in public but also because of how it impacted your project. Not once had you spoken about your planned research.

So you had started on it alone. Spent countless hours researching literature, trying to find the right focus for your project, marking off topics and theories. You had worked on your exposé for the last couple of months now – once you had gotten over the fear of just being dropped like a hot potato. And you had sent it in weeks ago and not received a single shred of feedback. Which meant that, despite being pretty sure that you did good work and put in the necessary thought, finesse and care to let it live up to Professor Dekarios’ standards, you were worried sick that you wouldn’t be able to go anywhere with it.

You really feared that what you had thought first after the party had become true: you fucked up your once in a lifetime chance at breakthrough research about the Weave. And on top of that you had ruined your relationship with someone you deeply admired.

But recently shame and guilt had mostly subsided to allow feelings of rising anger. You came back to the thought of how ridiculously he behaved: if you were an adult about it all you would have hoped he would be too. If he would even talk to you at all – you’d take being screamed over this horrible silent treatment any day.

And after sulking in your own misery for way too long, you found it was time to confront him finally. You probably wouldn't exactly be the bigger person about it - but at least you wouldn't be the one running away.

When the next date for his office hours came around, you threw on some of the nicest clothes you had. A low cut blouse and faux-leather pencil skirt you knew your ass looked amazing in - at least Astarion always whistled and affectionately slapped your butt anytime he saw you wearing it.

You knew you were absolutely pushing it but that was exactly what you wanted: forcing this godsdamned prodigy wizard to man up and either tell you off for good or just... settle the unfinished business. Either way would be fine for you by now, you just wanted to be out of this limbo state.

You made your way over campus to his office, in your head already riling yourself up to be appropriately angry when you confronted him. Stomping over the university grounds while you imagined countless scenarios and outcomes and already felt good about your decision to finally take action.

But your righteous fury hit some bumps quickly.

The first thing that took you aback was the small sticky note at his office door telling anyone to just come in and that he'd be back very soon.

This was almost enough already to take the wind out of your sails completely. You had hoped to throw open his door dramatically and scream at him to either give you proper feedback on your exposé or just stick it up his godsdamned wizard arse.

You swallowed and tried to retain your anger as you opened the door.

You had only been to his office a few times before you had taken up the PhD project.

It was beautiful, a dream for anyone who was in love with magic and books and studying: the walls were lined with dark bookshelves and loads of magical trinkets, just anything imaginable. Even though dark wood dominated the room it wasn’t gloomy but rather cozy and welcoming.

The eye was quickly drawn to the huge wooden desk centred at the back with a huge window behind it. Stacked on it were books and papers. Dekarios believed in being old school when it came to his studies and work, you knew as much.

You were in awe - and absolutely jealous.

"Hello visitor, Mr Dekarios has just gone out to get coffee", you heard a voice from somewhere behind the desk.

You were only shortly confused because the voice quickly turned out to be Tara, Professor Dekarios' tressym that lived with him, when the gentle beast jumped up on the desk. Only once before had you had the pleasure of speaking with her - she was truly a gentle and very sweet soul.

"He will be back sho-. Oh, it's you!", she said and interrupted herself. Her long fluffy tail started swish-swishing behind her while she sat down on the very middle of the desk. Her yellow cat eyes observed you cautiously – but not unfriendly.

Your brows furrowed. You couldn't believe though that the small creature would actually remember you from just speaking with you once.

But it seemed the tressym had read your mind on that because she angled her head as you came closer and then said: "Mr Dekarios speaks a lot about you, you know."

You would have given a good amount of gold to be able to read the expression on the cat's face better.

"He does?", you answered dumbfoundedly. "Because he hasn't really talked to me in actual months." The fluffy tail flicked forcefully around once when you said that but then Tara just kept looking at you.

"Of course, he does! He basically never shuts up about you. And I'm pretty sure he almost never stops thinking about you either, it's uh-"

The tressym's tail flicked around even more and she worked her front paws around, almost as if she was shuffling around awkwardly.

"A bit unnerving sometimes", Tara finished and cocked her head again, looking up at you curiously.

You felt yourself blush and desperately tried not to think too much about what the creature could have meant.

"Although, I have to say, I fear you kind of messed with his mind that night some months ago even though he wouldn't tell me exactly what had made him so... upset. And then of course he had his own bad experiences in the past when he was in your position. But Mr Dekarios tends to forget that he's quite a different person than his former... acquaintance."

You could barely believe your ears. Also you were probably absolutely tomato red from your neck up. You did not exactly know what had happened to the anger you had come here with, but it surely wasn't present anymore - at least for the time being.

The fact that you seemingly were a predominant thing on the mind of your professor was disarming to say the least. And also you had the feeling that the tressym had just let you in on some quite personal stuff about Professor Dekarios although you could not make sense of any of it.

When he had been in your position? Former acquaintance? What was that supposed to mean?

The subject matter chose this exact moment to enter the scene.

"Tara has anyone...", Professor Gale Dekarios said while he flung open his office door with a coffee in his other hand.

His mouth immediately snapped shut again when he spotted you as you had turned around at the sound of the opening door.

You stared at each other for a very long moment.

"I'll leave you two alone, excuse me", Tara said cheerfully, jumped off the desk and sauntered out of the room through the door that was still being held open by the wizard. You weren’t entirely sure but you thought you heard Tara hiss “be nice to her, I like her” in passing to her wizard before she slipped out the door.

Tara's departure helped you both out of your stupor. Dekarios closed the door behind himself and awkwardly kept standing around at the entrance of his office. Meanwhile you crossed your arms over your chest and felt at least some of the anger return at the sight of him.

"Tav", he said. His tone was defeated and you could see his shoulders visibly slump. It easily ignited the rest of your fury in you again.

"Professor Dekarios", you almost spat.

"Please. Just call me Gale."

And snap - the anger was gone again. It was ridiculous how easily this man could change your mood just like that.

Gale started to walk over to you as you noticed that he was wearing almost the same thing he had that night at the club. You couldn’t help but blush.

The wizard's brown eyes were filled with a wild mix of emotions you couldn’t quite interpret as he came closer. He ran his free hand through his hair in a nervous gesture, making his single earring swing around as he brushed against it accidentally.

You swallowed and lifted up your chin - not wanting to give in to him and his beaten puppy behaviour.

"I guess it was about time we talked, wasn't it?", Gale said when he was standing almost right in front of you.

He leaned around you to put down his coffee in a to-go cup on his desk.

You couldn't help but to catch his scent: soft cologne, the smell of books, the fresh coffee he had been carrying. Involuntarily your lips parted.

But you quickly bit down on them, you wouldn't lose composure now.

"You think?", you spat when some anger flared up again. You immediately regretted it. The last time you had your whimsical emotions take over had been the instance to get you in all the mess.

The anger was mirrored in Gale's eyes for a short few moments. Then he calmed down again quickly and just sighed defeatedly.

"You're angry with me", he simply said. His voice was deep and warm. He was now standing directly in front of you. His gaze directly on you. And you saw how his eyes flicked down and up again. Several times.

You felt that you lost the grip on your anger with the way he looked at you so sadly. So you decided to make a last ditch effort before you would probably just break down crying or running from his office – and all of this would have been for naught.

"Yes, I am angry with you", you almost yelled at him. And you forced yourself to be done with being taken aback by small details now.

Before you could think better of it you launched into the rant you had long prepared: "You took me in as you're PhD student, so you promised to help and supervise me with my research. I worked my ass off in the last months. I sent you my exposé which is - as you might know as a scholar yourself - quite critical to get started, or find scholarships for that matter. I did a lot of research already. I had countless sleepless nights. My caffeine intake has become more than unhealthy. And never ONCE did I receive an ounce of your help." You really made yourself more enraged now as you kept talking. Finally letting it all out felt incredibly freeing.

Gale's eyes mirrored what you were feeling. You were certain, he was probably just as upset as you, but you couldn't care less in this moment.

"And if all of this is caused by that one night at the club, the fucking faculty party, might I tell you: seriously, fuck you! I've seen exactly how you looked at me! I didn’t just make an arse of myself, you did too! And if you can’t handle that fact, either tell me to just go fuck off and I'll be gone or man up and stop avoiding me or..."

You let the last part hang up in the air.

Gale's eyes were ablaze by now. He stepped in closer to you. You had never seen him be this intense. Not even when he was talking about his most passionate areas of his work.

"Do you really think I act like this because it is fun for me?", he snapped at you, his tone had taken on an authoritative tone. A tone that usually only came out when he was putting someone in his place – the scholarly way.

He kept walking towards you, making you take steps back. "You might think it was easy for me the last couple of months. But I had to look at you, every godsdamned lecture when you wear stuff like this." He gesticulated at your outfit, licking his lips and letting his eyes drop to your dangerously deep neckline. "Making me remember how you danced for me that night. Making me think of what might have happened." You stumbled against the edge of his desk, unable to keep your distance from him now.

And he was still coming closer, until you almost lost your balance trying to keep some space between the two of you, almost falling onto the piece of furniture behind you. You could already feel the heat his body was giving off.

He still didn’t stop, until there was in fact not a mere inch between you and his body pressed against yours even though you tried to lean back on the table.

"I am only trying to protect you", Gale continued his tone now pleading, his eyes soft and full of worry – but not hiding what lay beneath that. He was so close you could see every little detail of him: the lines of the mysterious tattoo swirling over his neck and cheek, the scruff of his beard, his soft eyes and the strands of grey in his hair, the subtle wrinkles around his eyes or the worry lines on his forehead.

But this made you angry again. Who was he to tell you what you needed protection from? But then you shortly remembered Tara's words – a flash through your mind.

But you were set on your course now. The way your body reacted to the closeness of this man you’ve had so many fantasies about being the proof you hadn’t really needed anyway.

And before you could try and think better of it you exclaimed: “Or – instead of patronising me – you could do us both a favour and just fuck me, so we can both get the hells over with it!”

You were shocked by your own courage and rashness, but it was quite apparent that this man made you do things: once that night in the club, now – not to mention that he was a major part of why you chose to pursue a PhD in the first place.

Gale’s mouth dropped open in astonishment and surprise for a moment, a sound somewhere between gasp and moan left his lips.

Then he regained his senses, desire flashing in his eyes, and he flipped you over, bending you over the desk.

It was your turn to gasp and moan in surprise. You barely caught yourself with your arms, accidentally pushing off some papers and books in the process. Also knocking over the cup of coffee that just fell on the floor and spilled on the floor.

Gale immediately secured your position against his desk with his own body, pressing his hips against your backside you hoped looked just as delicious as you had planned now.

Your thoughts on that immediately disappeared though when you felt Gale’s erection press against your ass. He was already rock-hard, making you gasp more.

“Are you really sure this is what you want?”, he asked with a husky voice. You merely managed to nod and let out a breathy moan, enjoying how quickly had turned around again – this time in your absolute favour.

“Gods know I really want to see what that brain of yours can do but I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t admit that I have to say the same thing about your delectable butt you keep presenting to me”, Gale admitted in a haughty voice as he pressed himself harder against you, making the edge of the desk deliciously bite into your thighs.

You swallowed when what was happening started to settle in rationally – not just carnally. At the same time you could feel how helplessly needy you already felt, how lust pooled between your legs and flooded back again through your whole body. You had thought about this for so long but now being at his mercy felt better than anything your mind could have come up with.

Gale’s hands wandered over your ass in your skirt but the caress was still hesitant, although you could feel that the wizard was already breathing raggedly – the rise and fall of his body pressing you harder against the wood.

“Are you really sure you want to do this? Say it. Please!”, Gale whispered hoarsely, asking you again, although you could already feel how he had started to move one of his legs in between your thighs now and how his hands had wandered below the hem of your skirt and readied themselves to hike it up.

You pushed yourself up from the desk, turning around to him give him the most incredulous of looks: “I had six months to decide if I was sure about this, Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep. I was probably already sure of it when I saw you sitting in this nightclub flaunting a major erection and I made my boobs jiggle for you! I came here dressed like THIS.” You almost yelled at him. How did this idiot have you bent over his godsdamned desk and still hadn’t gotten the fucking memo?

“Well, no need to yell at me – I can hear you quite perfectly from here, thank you”, Gale replied and threw on his snappy professor voice that usually only those students got that annoyed him. He slapped your butt too and made you shut up really quickly before you could make a sassy remark.

Then he turned around slightly and you saw how he effortlessly used mage hand to turn the lock on the door. And with a quick incantation it began to glow also. You knew that spell and knew also that it wasn’t an easy feat to accomplish. Your mouth fell open.

When Gale turned back around again he took a deep breath and ran one of his hands through his hair, closing his eyes for a short moment and making the strands of brown with some grey fan around his face – all while still having you immobile between his body and his desk. Your mouth felt dry watching him do that – just casually locking you in his office with him; with one of the most powerful lock spells known to the wizarding world. And he didn’t even blink.

“There”, Gale simply said and rolled the tongue around in his mouth, letting it click once. “Point of no return now because the door is locked and sealed, is that what you wanted?”

You didn’t reply just stared at him hungrily, the lust inside basically becoming feral. You were still only turned half around, pushing up on the surface of the desk. You used the little space for movement you had and rubbed your ass against Gale’s crotch hoping that that would convey your answer to his question.

The wizard groaned and you watched his eyes roll back when he felt the friction against his erection.

“Do you even have an idea how many times I dreamt of this? Of this exact scenario?”, Gale pressed out as you felt the tingle of magic suddenly at your back and you noticed what must be another mage hand wander up your spine, softly caressing you, stroking up to the nape of your neck and curling itself in your hair.

Meanwhile Gale’s real hands were both free to hike up your skirt slowly, the feeling of his fingertips on your naked thighs making you shiver in anticipation.

“Do you know how many times I did?”, you gave back teasingly.

The mage hand in your hair yanked on it and the wizard’s hand came down on your butt again – a lot harder this time. You moaned helplessly as you felt jolts from the pleasureful pain run through your body and incinerating the fire inside you even more.

“This is not a competition!” There was the professor voice again. You tried to rub your butt against him again and earned another firm slap on your behind. Oh, you could keep going just like this for literal hours.

You heard Gale softly chuckle and then moan at your increasingly unhinged state. It seemed he was finally getting into this instead of worrying about you. And this is exactly what you wanted.

And then, to your surprise, you felt another instance of mage hand starting to wander over your body – dragging up one of your arms with which you had been supporting yourself so far and pressing it onto your back.

“In fact, do you know how many times you made me lock myself in my office after lectures because you always sit there, first row, wearing something that makes me stare at your breasts and then ask the most brilliant questions?”, Gale drawled, his voice dangerously low now. The one hand in your hair tugged on it again, making you lift up your head and look at the professor.

“I don’t know, did I?”, you answered and bit your lips and tried to turn around a little so you could force the aforementioned breasts into his field of view.

Your insolent behaviour earned you another slap and low growl from the wizard before he thrust his hips against you and made you fall prone on the desk surface now.

A third mage hand then started to work on your body, pushing you down until your chest was firmly held down on the desk. Then it grabbed your other arm until both of them were firmly held behind your back, meaning you were now absolutely immobilized and at the wizard’s mercy.

Your boobs were squished against the wooden surface, hurting in a way that was just the right amount to pleasure you. You whimpered in pleasure and closed your eyes trying to maximise your awareness of your body pressed against his.

You knew that you were dripping wet now. And you were desperate to let Gale find that one out.

“I believe, you need to be put into your place for all that, don’t you agree?”, Gale groaned as his hands finally dragged up your skirt over your buttcheeks and revealed your already completely soaked underwear.

“Uh, I mean unless… you’d rather…”, the wizard stuttered as he looked at your naked butt and how wet and ready you were for him, how his magic held you down – the mage hand at the back of your neck making you whimper now with how pleasantly hurtful it tugged on your hair. The sight of you below him had the usually eloquent professor quite at a loss for words.

You knew he was only trying to make sure you were fine but right then there you felt so desperate to just finally let your fantasies come true that you were almost ready to yell at him again to just get on with it.

“Please”, you simply whispered. And that was enough to break the wizard out of his paralysis. In a sudden change of position he knelt behind you, his hands spreading your butt for him as he pressed his open lips and tongue to your wet but still clothed core and began to suck.

You gasped in surprise and your head jolted upwards, straining against your magic shackles. But Gale’s mage hands were holding you firmly in place, resulting in you just squishing your breasts against the table harder and feeling how they and their hardened peaks were smushed against the hard surface, making you moan harder.

Gale kept giving your wet core and clit attention, finally pushing the soaked lacey piece of fabric that was in his way to the side and letting his tongue work on you – sinking it into you, then letting it circle around the sensitive bud down there.

The man was definitely as good with his tongue as you had hoped for – better even. Turns out the tongue wasn’t only good for spells, incantations or scolding naughty students (although that was probably his specialty).

He kept going, turning your whole being into a whimpering, shivering mess with how the tip of his tongue flicked over your clit and his hands squeezed your ass forcefully.

Desperate for his caress, you arched your back as hard as you could, desperate to get even more friction out of this. When you pushed your hips back even further when you were already close to an orgasm, Gale withdrew from you, leaving you to feel suddenly empty and cold.

You whimpered at the loss but didn’t trust your mind enough to form coherent sentences to make a sassy remark at him. You tried to turn around more to look at Gale and suddenly felt that the mage hands holding your arms behind your back had disappeared. In the same moment you heard how the wizard was undoing his slacks. Your eyes widened.

Now being allowed to do so you turned to watch as Gale let his erection spring free out of his pants. Your lips parted at the sight while Gale watched your reaction intently with a subtle hint of a smile on his face. You might be dripping wet for the wizard, but the wizard was hard as granite for you.

He stroked himself a few times and moaned while you kept staring at his hardness and felt the urge to feel him, all of him, become almost unbearable. Gale watched you, observed the carnal need in your eyes.

“You want me to-“ “Just fuck me already, Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep!“

This time the man needn’t to be told twice. He closed the distance between you. All his magic little helpers had disappeared. Now it was only him when he pressed his body against you again. His hard length fitting and pressing nicely between your buttcheeks.

He moved it down to let it slip along your wet core. The sensation of feeling his cock rub against you already almost making you insane. His hands grabbed hold of your hips as you pushed yourself up against the desk as you braced yourself for what was about to come.

Gale kept toying with you a little more before he entered you with a single movement – thrusting hard. You moaned loudly and let your head fall down. The first movement had already made the table shudder. You desperately tried to get accustomed to the feeling of finally being filled to the brim by this wizard.

“Gods, I want to fuck you until everything on this desk is knocked over”, Gale groaned and you could actually feel him twitch inside you as he promised you that.

“Better get to work then, Professor Dekarios”, you gave back with a breathy moan and squeezed your muscles around him. That earned you a deep growl and another hard thrust – oh.

“You enjoy it, when I call you that?”, you teased and squeezed around Gale’s cock again. Another growl, but not as feral as the one before.

“Fuck me then, Professor Dekarios, right on your desk”, you tried and almost regretted it when the wizard started to actually savagely pound into you – there were no pauses in between it anymore. He thrust into you slowly but forcefully, setting a steady rhythm. Every thrust taking you by surprise, unable to getting used to this sensation of being fucked by your professor.

You felt him hit pleasantly deep inside of you and thoughts in your head weren’t coherent anymore as you simply felt yourself give in completely to your lust and this man.

You felt the tingle of magic again right then and there, between your legs, starting to rub on your clit while the wizard kept thrusting into you - hard. So hard that he was about to keep his promise – books and papers fell over and then off with each of his movements that brought your bodies together. Until… out of the corner of your eye you saw a few papers making their way off the table. They looked awfully familiar.

“Wait, is that my exposé? And annotated? So, you did read it!”, you exclaimed with sudden reestablished coherent thinking. No matter the state of heedless need and pleasure you were in – you couldn’t let this go uncommented.

“Of course - I did - it was brilliant!”, Gale answered breathlessly in between his movements, not letting up on his thrusts. You squealed happily.

But then the mage hand between your legs, pleasuring your clit, suddenly pinched it, making you squeal again – but this time in pleasure and pain.

“We can talk about this later!”, Gale said with his scholarly voice again. And you were drawn back into how he was fucking you on his desk. Although you highly doubted you would be talking about anything soon.

He kept going while the mage hand at your sensitive core was almost driving you mad. The mixture of its teasing and the friction created by Gale thrusting into you had you almost at the edge.

But Gale groaned in frustration and dragged you up from the table. “This won’t do”, he commented, then turned you around and pushed you down again. “I need to see your face when I make you come for me”, he explained his reasoning.

So now you were laying on the wooden desk, your naked butt rubbing over the polished wood, supporting yourself on your elbows as Gale moved in and dragged your legs around his hips to enter you again. But before he did, he bowed down to tear open your already very revealing blouse. You gasped, as buttons jumped off it as you felt the burn of his violent tearing. Who would’ve thought the scholar was so ready to take what he wanted?

Thankfully you had been wearing nothing else underneath, so the wizard was immediately greeted with your naked breasts springing free from your top.

He stared at them dumbfoundedly while their peaks hardened in the sudden rush of cold air. You licked your lips and arched your back again to make them look as perky as possible.

When Gale kept staring in awe, you angled your head, cocked an eyebrow and let one hand wander across them – from one hardened bud to the other - and with that motion softly squeezing and dragging them.

“I kept thinking about these since you put them so exquisitely on display that night at the party”, Gale whispered. “So good to see them finally in the flesh”, he continued and licked his lips. His eyes flicked to yours – was he seeking approval for his stupid joke? This man could really swing between effortlessly and mind-blowingly sexy to absolute dork within in a single moment.

You wrapped your legs around his hips to get his dick back pressing against you. “Will you finally finish what you started? This is taking longer than waiting for you to get done grading a paper”, you scoffed and quickly moved up to give his hardness a single firm stroke.

That made the wizard’s head lull back and groan once more. Then he was immediately onto you again, entering you and bottoming out in a single movement. His hands moved to your hips again to give himself more resistance for his thrusts as he started moving again. And this time with an absolute urgency.

He stared at you, eyes flicking from yours to your jigging boobs then to where he could see himself sliding in and out of you. One of his hands wandered down between where your bodies were joined and this time his real fingers were working your clit.

And between his skilled fingers, his powerful thrusts and the way he stared at you as if he actually wanted to devour you, you felt the cliff coming. And you knew that for him it was coming into view as well as his movements became more and more ragged.

“Please”, you begged him simply – not being able to utter anything else.

Some more powerful thrusts and flicks of his thumb while you clenched around him pushed you off then, making you fall, see stars. It was as if you had entered the weave itself.

You moaned his name desperately as he made you come violently. You clawed and grabbed for his arms, desperate to hold onto him while you lost yourself.

You squeezed your legs around him as you arched your back impossibly far with the pleasure spikes ebbing and flowing through your body and your whole soul.

And Gale followed you within only a few more movements, groaning and tensing as you felt him twitch inside you and his hands clawed into the flesh of your hips. He moaned your name as well, as if it were a plea, while he came inside of you.

“Ah Gods above”, he moaned before he collapsed onto you after that.

The two of you were a tangled, sweaty mess. Breathing heavily, none of you trusted their skills to form complete sentences yet again after this.

With a groan you wrapped your arms around Gale’s upper body, touching his hair, moving a strand of it behind his ear before you leaned back. All tension had left your body for the time being and you desperately felt like you needed to lie down now somehow, actually lie down.

Out of all the scenarios you had come up with as possible outcomes to this, this was definitely the most satisfying one. And the fact that Gale had casually admitted that he thought your exposé brilliant was adding to the happy, fuzzy feeling you felt spreading through you now.

Gale’s eyes meanwhile had widened at your soft gesture and caress and he kept staring at you in wonder and admiration. Then he suddenly moved up and kissed you: with open lips, but gentle, almost too tender after what the two of you had just done. The scruff of his beard tickled a bit on your face and made you scrunch your nose a little.

When he withdrew slowly your expression mirrored his from just before.

“What was that for?”, you asked softly.

“I just realised I hadn’t kissed you through all of this and this was a fact I couldn’t quite live with”, the wizard answered. Ah well, he seemingly was already back to his blabbering eloquent self. This stupid idiot – you were down bad for him even worse now.

You suddenly felt a giggle rise up in you and your cheeks warm. So you grabbed the wizard’s face and kissed him again. Longer now, a bit more passionately – and in a way that already made you yearn to have him again.

“So, do you want to talk about your exposé now, or…?”

“Gale, can we discuss this later?”

The wizard gave you a huge smile when he heard you call him by only his first name again.

“Alright, let’s schedule another meeting for that then.”

#gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #bg3 gale #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #gale x tav #gale x reader #gale x you #professor gale #professor dekarios #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #fanfiction #baldur's gate iii #kinktober #fanfic #gale #poro fics

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Media Intern - Pt.1

Summary: Getting accepted at her dream job at FC Barcelona and starting a new journey that can lead her god nows where.

Warnings: None

Words: 1.3

Part 2

Deciding to study Sports Management, Y/N stood before the decision on which University she should study. Not having a single idea where she wanted to go she just sent applications to the five most attractive looking universities. These being the Universidad de Barcelona, the LUNEX University in Luxembourg, and three more in France and Austria, and England.

After getting cancellations from three out of the five Universities she had to decide between Barcelona and England. After thinking for a long time she decided that she wanted to study in Barcelona, preferring the hot Spanish weather over the rainy English one.

This leads her to now, after finding an apartment near campus and packing all her things to move to Spain she now is in the middle of her second semester.

Starting to search for a roommate shortly into the first semester, after realizing that Barcelona is freaking expensive and paying for everything alone is impossible. Surprisingly just one hour after posting her offer online someone answered.

Carmen Sanchez, 19 years old studying International Marketing. After meeting up and clicking immediately they ended up as roommates.

Y/N was happy she was now not as alone anymore, having someone there when you come home has something comforting while living so far away from your home country.

Now in the middle of her second semester, Y/N's desk was full of piles of books and folders, needing to study for various exams and projects she has to hand in, in the next few weeks.

Finishing her last course of the day Y/N is about to head home as her professor stops her, "Y/N... wait a second, please." Turning around Y/N comes to a halt turning around to see her professor going up to her with a smile on his face.

"Hello, Professor what can I do for you?" asking him as he stops in front of her fishing a little folder out of his bag.

"Oh, nothing ... I just got this job offer from FC Barcelona, my cousin works there and sent me this. They are searching for an intern in their social media department. She sent it to me asking if one of my students would maybe be interested, and I thought of you."

Handing her the folder she opens it, seeing the details of the offer. She once told him that she searches for a job as affording school supplies is really expensive and her savings are slowly coming to an end.

"Thank you professor ... I will definitely look into it. " Y/N told him and put the folder into her bag trying not to freak out.

"Please do that ... I think something like this would really fit you and benefit your studies. That's all, I just wanted to give you the folder. Hope you have a nice evening ... bye Y/N" waving him goodbye, Y/N continued her way home, the offer from Barcelona the only thing on her mind.

Football has always been a passion of Y/N, starting to watch it with her dad every Sunday and loving it just as much as him.

Y/N always admired the reporters who got to travel around the world and getting to comment on the sport they love. Wanting to be just like them, Y/N worked her ass off to be able to study Sports Management and now getting this offer, Y/N was over the moon.

Opening the front door she searched for Carmen to tell her the news, "Carmen where are you ... you can never guess what Professor Cruz just gave me !" Running into their living room she spots Carmen on the couch with her laptop on her lap.

"What did he give you?", looking up from her laptop she chuckles at Y/N's excited behavior.

Jumping beside Carmen on the couch she pulls the folder out of her bag showing it to her. "Look ... it's a job offer from THE FUCKING FC BARCELONA!" Y/N tells Carmen squealing the last part.

"OMG really ... that's so cool. Please tell me you already sent something to them."

Y/N looks at her, "No ... he gave me that thing thirty minutes ago, should I have done it while walking home?" Raising an eyebrow at Carmen she continues. "I wanted to do it now but I have no clue what I should write them, I think 'Hey I'm Y/N, I love football I have no clue what I should do at your club, and would really like the job' won't bring me in"

"See this is why you have me ... you didnt even read the folder because if you would have read it, you would have seen that they gave you an exact list of what they want to know about you"

Giving her the paper, Carmen closes the project she has been working on her laptop and opens an empty Word document.

"They want my Instagram name too?" looking surprised Y/N looks at Carmen, "Why would they want that?"

"They want to see what you post and if you could damage the image of the Club ... we had that last week in one of my courses. That's something many companies now do, most of the time big and famous companies, like FC Barcelona. These days something like that is mandatory." Carmen tells her.

"Wow, that's kind of scary" speaks Y/N as she turns the page around.

"Yeah it kind of is ... but now let's go to work, let's start with your CV" Carmen takes the folder and looks at what the first thing on the list is. "They want to know what my work experience is ..."

It took them solid three hours and five Red Bulls but they're done. Before them now lays a complete CV with as many details as they could put into it, a Photo of Y/N, and a recommendation from Professor Cruz, ready to be sent.

"You ready?" Carmen looks at Y/N, who holds her trembling finger over the sent button.

"Y-yes ... I think so?", taking a deep breath she presses the send button and closes her eyes.

Your application was successfully sent.

"Omg ... I can't believe I just did that ... I think I need a beer", chuckling Carmen looks at her and adds, "Please bring me one too ... they have no choice but to accept you with that bomb CV we just wrote."

Laughing Y/N stands up and goes to the kitchen to grab them a beer, they sat on the couch cuddled together watching TV until they both fell asleep.

Y/N hasn't heard anything from them for several days, she slowly started to think she didn't get the job, so she tried to ignore it as best as possible, distracting herself with coursework and projects.

Currently walking home after having to do the shopping today Y/N felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Pulling it out her mouth fell open, they replied they really replied! Wanting to open it together with Carmen she started to walk home as fast as she could but was too impatient in the end. Opening the Email in the hallway of her apartment building.

Dear Y/N Y/L/N,

We are happy to inform you that we choose you as our new Intern at th-

She got it, she really got the job!

Y/N read the mail over and over again, she started to believe it after the about sixteenth time. Running to her apartment as fast as she could, only tripping once she kicked the door open and shouting at Carmen.

"I got the job! Carmen, they said yes ... I'm going to work at THE FC BARCELONA!"

#pablo gavi oneshot #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x you #gavi x reader #pablo gavi icons #pablo gavi #gavi x you #fc barca #barca

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familyvideostevie · 19 days

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hey.

okay. hello! i'm back. :)

maybe you noticed, maybe not, but i have been away for a while.

i wish i could say i've been out living my life, so caught up in happiness and joy and loving each day that i've just not had time for tumblr. but....that is not true. i have been having a tough time! being away has been good, as i've had time to do other things that i like and to put energy into my own well-being, but it hasn't been the best time, I'll tell you that.

i peeked on the dash every now and then to keep my queue full and reblogged soothing things to my main blog and tried my best not to feel guilty about it all (i was also booping on April 1 lol). i just...I really needed a break. i've really enjoyed being here the last six or so months as i've changed my blog and entered the pedro/tlou space but i've also felt so, so alone.

and i know that it doesn't really matter!! like, we should all take breaks and go outside and all that stuff. and I know plenty of people are not very active, but this blog has been such a vital part of my life and happiness since I started it almost two years ago, so any lapse in activity feels like a loss. I've met lifelong friends and flexed my writing muscles and learned a hell of a lot. the fact that I have started to feel isolated and alone on here is a sort of personal betrayal, and there is no one to blame but myself.

So, I’m pulling back.

it means a few things — i don’t know how much writing I’ll be doing from now on. For Joel, especially — it’s been wonderful to meet folks in that community but it has also been really detrimental to my passion for both the game and writing. I’d like to return to some other characters on my masterlist, but we’ll see. I’ve got endless personal projects away from tumblr that I want to pour love and time into (my non-reader fics, my newsletter, a romance novel, a sci-fi novel, poetry, etc). I need to fall in love with my own work again.

it's a me problem, I want to stress that. i'm working on it! irl stuff has been kicking my ass. I've had a really, really hard winter and my mental health has suffered probably more than ever before. i let things I love -- like this blog -- fester and become negative and no longer being me joy. writing became stressful and difficult and I was focused on notes and interaction and looking around me and seeing success and then looking at myself and only seeing lack.

but that's why I took a break! i am getting help and support irl, i am putting in the time and effort to feel better about being alive and to be a better friend and person all around. And I want to tell you all about it because I am so grateful for your time and attention and support, even if we’re just strangers on the internet. i know this probably seems silly -- who cares about a fanfic blog? well, i care! i care a lot! it matters to me and therefore it matters!

anyway. on to the important stuff. here I am! and here's what's going to happen on this blog:

I am working on replying to asks and reblogs and comments I missed. Thank you for being patient with me! I don't know if I'll get to them all but know I see them and I am honored every single time.

I made a totally separate ao3 account with this blog url. I'm working on uploading everything I've posted here onto there and hopefully will continue to crosspost. It is going to take a long, long time, so please be patient! (you can follow my other ao3 here for my non x-reader fanfic).

I posted this fic! Jackson!Joel pulled me back into his world. It’s the first thing I’ve written in ages, so let me know what you think. as of now it's the last planned fic for that series, but who knows!

I hit a milestone while i was away that I am absolutely blown away by. I'm planning a celebration around it sometime this spring (hopefully) and I’d love to see you participate :)

lastly, thank you so much to my friends for letting me complain, whine, winge, etc. I am so sorry for missing all of your work, your celebrations, your bright energies, and all the rest. i am so sorry if it seemed like i was ignoring you. you are my guiding lights, my silver linings, my touchstones. you make me want to be here. i will try to make it up to you!

I want to be online less but make sure I’m connecting more in the moments that i am here. I want to pressure myself to write less and not feel bad that I’m not engaged all the time. I want this blog to once again feel like a place that nourishes me and not sucks me dry. i want to stop feeling like shit about all of it!!!!

so. come hang out in my inbox, my dms, let me know what you've been up to. I am really sorry for missing so much. thank you for sticking around. <3

#personal #this is very long but please read it maybe?#emma rambles #I will reblog it a few times probably

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chaoticbardlady99 · 4 months

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Lethal Woman: Chapter 8 (Astarion x GN! Reader)

Synopsis: You and Astarion have many misadventures while going back through the Blighted Village. Someone from your past makes a gruesome reappearance and reveals they are hunting Astarion. You and Astarion inadvertently confess to each other that there is, in fact, something between the two of you.

CW: Violence, gore, fighting, alcohol, Gnome racism (I don’t hate Gnomes I promise- just Dwarves because the All Hammer killed one of my favorite DND characters), torture, mentions of emotional, psychological, and physical abuse.

Chapter 9

Likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Thank you for everyone who has been reading my little passion project!

Tracing your steps back through the blighted village was more eventful than any of you anticipated.

For one- you and Astarion stumbled upon an Ogre and Bug Bear couple (literally) bumping uglies. Astarion had insisted that he open it and you were really hoping it wasn’t what you thought it was. Considering your luck- you weren’t surprised they were fucking, but then they tried to kill you. So you had to ruin the party while the rest of your companions explored the other abandoned buildings while you and Astarion were trying to avoid being covered in various bodily fluids.

Second, Karlach informs you she befriended three massive ogres and they said they’ll send their aid when you “toot this little horn thing”. Then she gave you the news that they don’t promise NOT to eat you. You quickly convinced her to give it to you- you love your tiefling kindred spirit, but her impulse control is terrible sometimes.

Arguably the third incident may be the worst. Karlach had rejoined the other group when Wyll called her over so it was just the two of you again. You had attempted to help a deep Gnome by killing the Goblins that were terrorizing him- much to Astarion’s dismay.

Well, when the Gnome told you to stop the damn thing- you went inside thinking it would be one lever. It was TWO and they said what they each did IN COMMON. YOU CAN’T READ COMMON! And when you asked Astarion to pull the right lever- he had a mischievous look in his eyes.

“Consider the right level pulled, Darling.”

Needless to say, the only positive of that event was the hysterical cackling that erupted from your lover’s mouth as he fell to the ground- unable to contain himself until at least 10 minutes after the Gnome you promised to rescue became airborne and gained his Gnomeish wings. You had looked at Astarion and leered at him playfully.

“You are so mean,” you said while castigating him, trying not to let your love of his genuine laughter get in the way of basic morals, “that is not what I asked you to do at all!”

You are so glad no one else was around for that. Wyll would have stroked out.

“Oh Darling,” he said, wiping the tears from his eyes, “I never claimed not to be and next time- maybe be more specific instead of saying ‘can you pull the right lever?’’”

You sighed while pinching the bridge of your nose, now struggling to contain your laughter. Like the absolute shit he is- he found a loophole.

“Well as long as you aren’t tying me up to a windmill and flinging me into the heavens-“

You didn’t even get to end your sentence because Astarion began crying and laughing again.

Within an hour of the impromptu funeral, your situationship and the interests of the others in the group had been tested when you, Gale, Astarion, and Lae’zel found the Necromancy of Thay. You had accidentally stumbled across the room while searching the caverns underneath the Blighted Village and finding a strange purple amethyst. The book had immediately taken to it and you don’t know what Astarion had seen from the book, but he refused to back down and hand it to Gale.

“No!” Astarion says indignantly, “you aren’t eating this one!”

“I need it to stabilize-“

“I could give a rat’s ass about how stable your stupid chest orb is,” Astarion says while glaring, “this is far too special for the likes of you to consume.”

“It’s obviously a very powerful tome. It would be beneficial for helping my condition,” Gale huffs and then they both look at you.

Oh no.

“State your case?” You say awkwardly, “unbiasedly?”

They both scowl and Astarion pouts at you, but the look in his eyes tells you he understands to some extent that you at least have to let both parties argue their side. You did have a full blown melt down one of the first nights of the journey over not being able to make everyone happy. Astarion rarely put up a fight with you unless it was important to him. You do this with everyone, not just them, but you worry your relationship with Astarion will be seen as the influencing factor.

Gale simply stated that it had powerful magic that he would like to consume. You did mention that you have multiple items for him in your pocket at any given time, but he is still insistent.

Then Astarion makes his case and it’s actually very difficult to argue with it. It’s a book of Necromancy and he is undead. What if the book had a cure for his condition? Or at least a way to diminish the side effects? The desperation in his voice had somehow cracked Gale’s resolve- you didn’t even have to make a decision.

“Fineeeeeeeee,” Gale drawls, “have the damn book- you bastard.”

Astarion looks far too pleased with himself.

Asshole, you think with a smile.

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You set up camp at your previous campsite near the Grove so that you can begin your journey into the Underdark.

The sun has already set and the moon shines brightly in the sky. You aren’t ready to go underground yet. You always miss the moon and stars.

You are sitting by the nearby river- enjoying the sounds of the roaring river with Karlach as the two of you try to sort out her love life.

“Soooo,” you raise your eyebrows at her, “is it going to be Wyll, Damon, or Shadowheart?”

“Ughhhh,” Karlach tips over and pretends to writhe in pain in the grass, “having choices sucks!!”

“Oh come on K,” you say teasingly, “you must have someone you are specifically gravitating towards.”

Karlach taps her chin and pretends to think. After a minute- she just looks at you and shrugs.

“I’ve got nothing.”

“Nothing? You spend so much time with Shadowheart and Wyll! Dammon I’d maybe understand being out of the running but what the hell man!”

“I know, I know,” Karlach sighs, “I mean you had Gale and Halsin up your ass- why Astarion?”

You are almost frozen by her question. Why does everyone but you notice when people fancy you?

Why did you choose Astarion? You know the answer, but you also don’t know how to phrase it without sounding like an emotionally clingy weirdo.

“Um well,” you cough awkwardly, “I guess I just really like who he is as a person. I think he’s really funny, intelligent, and whether he wants to admit it or not- he is kind, in his own way.”

You neglect to tell Karlach about the Gnome. You have a feeling she won’t love that whole mess.

“The first night we hung out and just talked was… it was like when I met Tessa for the first time. It was an instant- oh no I’d do anything for this person.”

You hug your knees and put your chin on them. You scrunch up your face and avoid her face.

“You look rather upset for someone who is horribly smitten.”

“I’m not upset- it’s just weird… feeling this way again,” you sigh heavily, “I really am a walking death trap though-specifically where lovers go to die. I probably should end it, right? To keep him safe?”

“I would let him make that decision if you are so worried about it,” Karlach waves her hands at you dismissively, “you like him-I believe he likes you. Fangs can make his own choices- we all know the risk of traveling with you as you know the risk of traveling with us.”

“That’s a good point.”

“Of course it is! I’m a genius!”

You roll your eyes, “So who’s it gonna be Karlach?”

“DAMMIT!”

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The trek back to camp isn’t a long one, but you are ready to be in- well- a bed roll?

Astarion has found every excuse in the book to have you come and stay in his tent with him- except for just flat out asking you. It makes you quite giddy regardless.

One night he had even resorted to using the excuse that he needed your assistance and guidance in sharpening his throwing knives. You know what didn’t happen? Sharpening throwing knives.

The two of you had ended up tangled in each other’s embrace and talking until you eventually fell asleep. You woke up the next morning (entirely too early, the sun was barely rising) with him curled around you sleeping. You decided to go back to sleep- you weren’t ready to start your day. You’d rather stay here with Astarion.

You walk back to camp with a slight skip in your step- wondering if Astarion will want you to sleep in his tent with him again tonight. It had been a little less than a week since you had begun backtracking to the Underdark entrance and he had sought you out every night. You really REALLY hope he continues this trend.

Karlach is talking to you about the pros and cons of each partner- still entirely undecided- when you both hear a bone chilling cackle come from a tree in front of you. You both stop in your tracks immediately- Karlach reaches for the small blade she brought with her and you prepare your hidden daggers.

“Well if it isn’t good ole Corpse Eyes,” the mysterious woman says, “we thought you’d finally disappeared for good. Suppose we were wrong.”

You recognize the voice immediately as your fellow guild mate- Rinara. The two of you couldn’t stand each other. She wanted Dahlia to lavish her in all the attention and training she gave you- you just wanted to be left the fuck alone.

Rinara felt like you were a, “selfish fucking brat,” and had taken to calling you ‘Corpse Eyes’ because you had been entirely empty, rigid, and lifeless up until the last year. You were no better than a walking, mindless zombie to her.

Rinara steps around the corner and it takes every last bit of restraint you have not to let the horror show on your face.

Rinara was once a beautiful, almond haired half High Elf with a strong, healthy body. Now? Her skin is the color of Ash, her eyes are bloodlust red, her hair is coming out in clumps on her head, and her skin is peeling off like she has been sitting in an acid bath for a while now. Her left cheek is completely gone- revealing her teeth and gums.

“I was initially only here for the Spawn,” you feel your blood freeze as she smiles at you- all teeth and no light in her eyes, “but if Dahlia also had you…”

“You need to back the fuck off Rinara or-“

“Or what!? You’ll kill me?” She yells out hysterically, “I’m already fucking dead! You disappeared and so they sent fucking Dahlia to do your contract- a request from Obhark himself for the assassination of Lord Cazador Szarr.

“The woman struck a fucking deal with him- she’ll help get his prodigal son home and she’ll supply him with Deathbringers if she’ll be made his consort when he completes the ritual.

“I may not be able to control them,” she snarls, “but I do know that none of this would have happened if you hadn’t fucked off. This was supposed to be you! You are the one who should be tortured and violated! Not me! Not any of us!”

Huh, so your contract was to kill Cazador and because a Mindflayer kidnapped you- Dahlia took the contract and has gone rogue. How very convenient. This certainly tracks with the ridiculousness of the other circumstances you are dealing with. If it’s not devils, then it’s the Gith. If it’s not the gith- it’s some sadistic vampire. There is no winning in this group. Halsin is the only one that doesn’t seem to have an issue yet, but you are waiting for the other shoe to drop on that one.

That’s not important right now- knowing what the ritual is? That would be very valuable. You and Astarion have tried to figure out what the carvings into his back are and what they represent. You can read infernal so you know what it says, but it doesn’t make total sense.

Hoyc inferiu non iurare per igneu

Naec virba loquor

Eoai mundo muoat

This soul swears no oath by fire

Nor words does he speak

In the realm of death

You both has assumed it was just a way to prevent him from making contracts with devils to be free of Cazador, but now knowing there is a ‘ritual’ happening- you wonder if it’s an integral part of the ritual, the scars. If they are, then that means you are going to be doing some heavy duty bodyguard work- if Obarhk himself had requested it, then it must mean it’s not good.

Which also doesn’t surprise you given the circumstances.

“What ritual,” you say through clenched teeth.

Her smile is unsettling, “It’s a secret- all I know is that it’s going to make Master very very powerful.”

She looks at you with so much pain and anger. You are Dahlia’s favorite chew toy- you had been keeping her out of harm's way (unintentionally) this whole time and now that she has Dahlia’s attention- she seems to realize now why you didn’t want it in the first place.

Rinara looks borderline feral- you can see it now. Dahlia evidently doesn’t know how to complete the ritual or she used a different one entirely- that’s why Rinara is somewhere between a Deathbringer and a skeleton in the making. You bite back the bile as you watch a piece of her flesh roll off of her arms onto the ground below.

“She tricked all of us- requested every Assassins’ aid that was not a Deathbringer. Told us Obarkh is going to pick one of us for a special project based on our ‘performance,” she spits at the ground, “then she turned us into these things- only ten out of the hundred of us that went survived. Cazador’s blood and Dahlia’s black magic flows through my veins and I survived to tell the tale- I am rotting away. I wish I died.

“And now? I’m going to have a feast- at least I can enjoy one last full meal before I disappear completely,” she bares her canines at you, “I wonder how Half Drow tastes- maybe I should ask those pigs that ate your bitch mother.”

You don’t even have time to reply before Rinara is lunging at you and Karlach. You both deftly dodge the display of all consuming rage that Rinara throws into her movement.

Rinara has always been too blood thirsty to think logically during a fight and her recent transformation seems to have only made it worse- except now she’s stronger so she may be able to actually get some damage in- doubtful, but possible.

You and Karlach breakthrough the trees and you are barrelling towards camp. You are well-versed in unarmed hand to hand combat, but you can’t leave your life up to chance. You don’t know what Dahlia did to her, but it’s becoming clearer that it was not a Deathbringer ceremony that was performed. Her breathing behind you is ragged and rattling- the smell of her skin taints the air you breathe. She is here specifically for Astarion- you can’t afford to take any risk that could keep Rinara alive.

Everyone looks at you both in alarm as you grab your daggers from outside Lae’zel’s tent (she had offered to sharpen them and basically refused to let you say no). Karlach grabs her axe and yells frantically about some zombie woman who wants Astarion, but hates you and now she wants to consume you before taking Astarion back to Cazador. Oh and Dahlia is in on it too because apparently your disappearance had really caused some issues with a contract regarding killing the Vampire Lord.

You barely see the footsteps of the invisible person running up to you in time to dodge and you hear the scream of frustration rip through the air.

You make a wild guess regarding her location and throw a knife while she screams and cusses at you.

“I’ve been waiting to rip you piece by FUCKING piece since I met -“ she is cut off by a screech and revealing herself to your companions.

You had most definitely hit her- your blade stuck in her left eyeball. Rinara looks at you- significantly more pissed off than she was even a moment before-, rips out her eyeball using the throwing knife, discards it, and begins circling you.

Rinara is not bright and she lacks impulse control. She can remain in control for maybe only four or five minutes at a time- which would explain why hearing your voice is probably what set her off Astarion’s path. The chase bought you more time since Rinara loves a good hunt- you are almost positive you can break her down quickly and because she’ll be chasing a high, she’ll make stupid mistakes. Rinara also loves to talk and taunt her targets which infuriates you, but at least it’s a full proof trap for her.

“You don’t always need to be stronger than your opponents,” Dahlia says as she watches you get the shit kicked out of you by a hired mercenary, “you just need to be faster, smarter, and calm- let them dig their own grave.”

Your companions are clambering for their weapons and you send out a “don’t move” message telepathically. Astarion protests hit your brain like a wave- all you feel is fear. You tell him to trust you and you allow him to be privy to your thoughts and actions. You know exactly how quickly this will end after your next words and you don’t need her getting spooked.

“You know, Rinara, I’m not surprised Dahlia tricked you or that you were dense enough to drink Cazador’s blood- it certainly wouldn’t be the dumbest thing you’ve fallen for,” you smile at her, “I might actually feel sorry for you this time.”

You see your companions all staring at you as Rinara’s footsteps end just to the right of their line of sight. You can feel Astarion’s gaze burning into you and you have to focus hard on disconnecting. Embarrassment will not be helpful.

“What did you just say to me, you little wretch?”

“Oh sorry,” you clear your throat, “I SAID- I THINK YOU ARE REALLY REALLY FUCKING DUMB AND I’M NOT SURPRISED YOU GOT DOOPED.”

The sound of Astarion’s laughter fills your head- you fight to stop the smile that is threatening to cross your lips. The rage bristling off of her is so wonderful. You feel a dopamine rush over the way her teeth are chattering in anger, the way her eyes are paranoid and unfocused as she looks at you. You have gotten under her skin and now it’s your turn to be the predator.

“I’m going to enjoy bringing your skeleton back to Dahlia after I pick you clean,” she roars, “I’m going to enjoy watching that stupid Spawn finally fulfill his-“

“Do you ever shut up or ?” You ask, snorts and laughter coming from your companions, “I feel like I left that at a really good spot and we should just move forward or whatever?”

Oh the look of embarrassment, shame, and fury on her face- how you wish Lucia could have seen it. She could not stand Rinara and the way her face twists with the sour emotions is a wonderful sight to behold.

“I’ve changed my mind. I won’t eat you, I’ll just bring you back to Dahlia like the fucking disobedient thing you are! You” she spits, “are nothing, but a walking Corpse. You should have stayed dead- I liked you better that way. If Dahlia can do it once- I’m sure she’ll love doing it again. You’ll be tolerable and compliant soon enough.”

The cackle that leaves your lips surprises you.

“You always have been so fucking stupid, Rinara,” you hiss, “if you want Dahlia to love you so fucking bad you can have her. The price of her ‘love’ is hardly worth it- the woman is madder than that weird old guy next to brothel on 8th.”

“YOU ARE UNGRATEFUL!” Rinara screeches, “I WILL TEACH YOU A LESSON!”

You could not roll your eyes further back into your head. It should be easier to leave the Nightmasks. The idiocy is putting years on your immortal life.

“Doubtful, but you are welcome to try.”

Rinara lunges fast, but you are definitely faster. You imagine having intact skin helps. Rinara is hitting you with attack after attack and you just focus on dodging, getting in close for a quick hit, then back to dodging. She is the one dying, not you- let her do all the hard work.

Whatever spell Dahlia used did not promote Stamina or basic hygiene- unfortunately. Rinara is breathing hard and is already losing power in her hits.

This goes on for a couple minutes before Rinara does what she always does- lifting up her back foot ever so slightly so that she can extend her blade farther. You don’t know how many times you have to trip her for this mistake before she realizes she’s her own worst enemy.

You move out of the way and use her momentum- with a swift kick of your foot- Rinara went skidding across the dirt. Her blade is stuck in the ground near you almost perfectly upright. You walk over to it and you push it even further into the ground then stand directly in front of it, cutting off her line of sight to it.

“If you want your cheap ass sword back- come get it.”

It’s actually a very expensive sword and Rinara is very very defensive about it.

“YOU-“

Rinara doesn’t even allow herself to finish her sentence before she flings a massive bolt of lightning your way. Your companions are screaming as you run towards the lightning, but you know what you are doing. You dive just below the electric crackling in the air and roll back onto your feet. You watch as Rinara turns to you before she catches the blue bolt coming back towards her.

You didn’t always like to use your enemies weapons for their intended purposes, but when in need of a reflective surface- you can never go wrong with a sword.

Rinara goes flying towards the campfire- the smell of rotting burnt flesh fills your nose as she cries out in pain with every spark of lightning that jolts through her.

You take your time to walk back to the campfire, walking over with her sword in hand, and look through your pack- of course you left your Holy Water at home. At least you have wine- you pop it open and begin to drink. Rinara is still writhing on the ground and her flesh is even worse off than it was before. This really isn’t your favorite way to spend any evening- killing your formal frenemy because there is no rehabbing this version of her. It is all the worst of Rinara and then some.

You sigh heavily and walk over to her. You cock your head at her, leaning on her sword for support, and take another long sip of the wine. Rinara’s irritation is growing, but her body is practically in tatters now. She lashes out at you with clawed hands- you meet both of her wrists with her own sword- deftly cleaving them off her. The mortified scream that leaves Rinara’s mouth as she begins trying to back away from you. You smile at her with your vampiric stare- intensifying Rinara’s growing fear.

“Dahlia did a shit job training you. Didn’t she tell you the rules ? Use it and you lose it,” you take another swig.

“Hells Soldier!”

“Hey-“ you take an even bigger sip, “I’ve been waiting to take this one out back and put her out of her misery for five years. She’s obsessed with Dahlia of all fucking people and so she terrorizes me by interfering with my contracts! I will be enjoying my moment- thank you very much.”

“That’s not what I meant- you ‘use it, you lose it?’ That can’t possibly-“

You roll up your sleeves and the silence around the campfire is deafening as everyone stares- you should have probably not done that.

Blunt, deep lines around your wrist, old and faded into the skin. There are similar markings on your elbows right at your elbows.

“The reversal process involves blood magic and necromancy- if you were wondering. Oh and yes it does hurt, yes I have more, and no I won’t be talking about it.”

Rinara kicks you weakly- your shoulders slump. Is she serious right now? Consistency is key so off goes the foot. Rinara’s pained wailing echoes in the air.

One last giant swig and you feel less freaked out and embarrassed by your sudden onslaught of bravado. You hold out the bottle to Astarion who happily takes it and begins to drink from it- you can feel his eyes melting your skin and you are almost afraid to see the emotions in them.

You grab Rinara by the back of her collar and her wriggling barely stops you from being able to easily drag her along the forest floor all the way back to the river. Hopefully she’s close to the same concept as a vampire, but also Rinara can’t swim.

“Well my dumb friend,” you say with a snort, “this is where we part ways- permanently. I hope the fish like their dinner and you’ll stop talking so Goddamn much in fights during battles. This was way too much work for how fucking weak you are.”

Rinara is screaming and kicking. You let her go and walk about five feet in front of her- putting her between yourself and the river. You wave and smile like you are saying goodbye to a loved relative- followed with a middle finger.

You use a simple Push cantrip and watch with a sort of sick satisfaction as Rinara begins to burn up, steam coming up from the water as she is dragged away by the current.

“Well Roo, I would say that may be some of your finest work yet,” you say, giving yourself a pat on the back.

You turn around and see all of your companions. You suddenly feel ill and self-conscious. Wyll looks slightly horrified, Halsin is just unreadable, Karlach is giving you a thumbs up like it’s your first day of school, Shadowheart is nodding her head impressed, Gale is shocked, and Lae’zel is slowly clapping.

Astarion though? He’s looking at you with a mixture of gratitude, warmth, and pride. You try your best to avoid his gaze as you put your hand on your hip and lift an eyebrow at them. You might actually keel over from adoration if you look at him.

“What are you guys even doing? Good Gods you people are far too supportive and clingy,” you say trying to hide your smile and then look at Gale, “don’t you have something cooking?”

“SHIT!”

All of your companions turn around to leave, but Astarion begins to walk towards you and you feel like your heart might explode in your chest. You see Karlach celebrate behind him- giving you a thumbs up again and you shake your head at her.

You just fought a woman and barely broke a sweat, but the minute he even looks at you- you feel like your whole body is on fire. Strong hands, grab you by the hips and pull you into his chest before he then moves them to your face. Astarion cups your face in his hands and is looking in your eyes.

“You are a sight to behold, Darling,” he says breathlessly, “that was the most beautiful display of violence I’ve ever seen.”

“ I- uh,” you choke back the surprise, “just another day… on the job?”

“Oh well, let me thank you for your wonderful work then.”

“You don’t need to-“

Astarion presses his lips to yours and swallows up the words you were going to say. The kiss is rough, but slow and needy- hungry even. It makes you feel like he is yearning for you- worshiping you in a temple.

When you pull back for air, you see how his eyes are blown wide with lust and another emotion you can’t quite decipher- it’s positive, but also a little fearful.

“Stay with me?” He asks, his voice uncharacteristically shy, “in my tent?”

“Tonight?”

“Yes,” he pauses before saying quietly, “and every night after that too- if you want.”

You let a huge smile spread across your face and his nervous expression appears to melt away almost instantly. You step back from him and curtsy.

“I, a simple camp urchin, would be honored to stay in your tent with you, Lord Acunin,” you say teasingly.

Astarion rolls his eyes with a lopsided smile, but puts his arm out to you. You loop your arm through his as if you are two normal nobles courting each other.

“First we must feed you, my Lady,” Astarion states in an overly proper tone, you giggle and you see the corners of his mouth twitch further at the sound, “I must make sure my lover is well taken care of after all.”

You are hot from head to toe and Astarion absolutely has to notice. If he does, he doesn’t say anything, but you hope he hears how alive he makes your heart sound.

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“Never have I ever…” Gale says, “worked for a Devil.”

Astarion watches as Karlach and Wyll begrudgingly take a large sip of their choice of liquor. You are leaning your head on Astarion’s shoulder- the alcohol making you slightly more affectionate in public. Astarion would be lying if he said it didn’t give him a thrill to be this close to you- even if PDA might not be his thing.

“Never have I ever- been a vampire,” Karlach says slyly.

Both you and Astarion grumble- taking a shot.

“Never have I ever,” Shadowheart says, tapping her finger on her knee , “lit a building on fire.”

Every single one of you but Halsin takes a shot. Shadowheart giggles and then also takes a shot.

“Shadowheart,” Karlach says and looks at her with confusion, “you aren’t supposed to drink if you haven’t done it?”

“Oh no- I have,” Shadowheart slurs, “I just wanted another shot and couldn’t think of anything else.”

Karlach begins to chastise Shadowheart playfully- commenting on how she is already way too messed up and Shadowheart saying, “I am a CLERIC I can cure my own hangovers!”

Everybody chuckles and returns to the game- it’s Wyll’s turn. Wyll regards you and cocks an eyebrow.

“Hmmmmm…. Never have I ever killed a Liche.”

You snort and take a shot.

“NO!” Wyll exclaims, “I thought I had you that time.”

“Mhmmmmm,” you hum in acknowledgement, “I think I was- 15?”

Wyll is sitting on the edge of his seat- actually everyone is. Astarion watches you squirm in recognization that everyone wants to hear your story.

“Oh it was just a complete accident,” you say with a fake enthusiasm, “I was exploring a nearby temple during a contract and just happened to run into one.”

Everyone bought the story- Wyll comments that you have terrible luck which you laugh at. He has no idea.

Astarion already knows this story- Dahlia had dragged your halfway dead body all the way into an abandoned castle off the coast of the Sea of Stars, resurrected you, and then shackled your feet and hands together. She later hid the key for the shackles somewhere in the castle for you to find.

It was an exercise- a sadistic one. You had pissed her off the night before because you had refused to let you cut your hair. She had cut it all off, every last inch, after she had beaten you into submission by quite literally killing you. This was the second part of your punishment.

She told you that there is a Lich hiding in the castle and her expectations of you were high- you are not to receive even a single scratch and the Lich needed to be dead. The punishment for not meeting these expectations? You would go without eating for a week and you would be locked away in the basement- not allowed to leave or see Tessa. You killed the lich, but you were horrifically mauled in the process because you couldn’t find the key. It was a long week in that dark, cold, horrible basement. Dahlia had also hired Abdirak to reinforce how horribly you fucked up.

Astarion absentmindedly puts his hand on yours and gives it a reassuring squeeze- trying to disrupt the spiral you’re evidently about to go into. You look over at him and Astarion feels like he could melt. You look at him with so much gratitude and as if he is the most important person who has ever walked this earth. Gods he has really really fucked up his plan.

The game has continued to go on without the two of you and suddenly everyone is staring at you both.

“Did you both not hear the question?” Karlach snorts while wiggling her eyebrows.

You both look at each other and you laugh awkwardly before turning back to Karlach.

“Repeat?”

“Never have I ever felt romantically towards any form of vampire,” Wyll states, “Gale, Lae’zel, and Shadowheart have had their shots already- so now we are just waiting on you two.”

Astarion doesn’t even have to think about it- which could partially be because of how intoxicated he currently is- obviously he is taking a shot.

He pours some more alcohol in yours and his glasses- then looks at you. This is about when his drunk mind realizes that he is basically stating, “I like you, but do you like me?” With his actions and that there is still the possibility that you could reject him. He did fling a Gnome you were trying to save into the air today- not the most attractive thing a person can do. (It was kind of worth it though).

“Cheers?” He says with a smirk on his face- hoping his eyes don’t reflect how nervous he feels.

You squint your eyes at him playfully before clinking the glass, “Cheers.”

Karlach claps her hands excitedly and Wyll’s eyes are sparkling while he looks at her. Shadowheart also smiles widely at the display of support.

You and Astarion have been speculating who Karlach is going to end up with for days now- Dammon is still a possibility, but you both have decided that it’s least likely. Astarion thinks Shadowheart and you think it will be Wyll. There’s 100 gold on the line for whoever wins. If it ends up being Dammon though? Well you will both drink and commiserate together about how blind you had both been.

It’s your turn now and you look directly at Astarion, he isn’t sure how he feels about the mischievous glint in your eyes. Then you say your sentence out loud and he feels a laugh bubble up from his lungs.

“Never have I ever flung a Deep Gnome from a windmill.”

Astarion falls off the log- laughing just as hard as he had done earlier- as you regale the group with the story. Gods it had been such a wonderful experience- the look on your face had been priceless. He also silently appreciated that you were far more impressed with his loophole than upset about his actions.

The goodies of the group castigate him, but they are all laughing equally as hard as the both of you are. You paint a very vivid picture using hand gestures and words that Astarion has been teaching you in common to describe things. He relishes in how lovely and lively you are- Alcohol is such a wonderful thing. He can just enjoy you without that horrible nagging in his head that even being involved with you anymore is a bad idea.

When Astarion finally finishes laughing- he happily takes another shot.

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion #astarion x reader #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x you #bg3 spoilers #astarion romance #astarion x tav #bg3 #karlach #astarion ancunin #vampire #Halsin #Wyll #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep

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hmslusitania · 2 years

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Unified theory of Indiana Jones and The Mummy? My interest has been piqued 🍿 👀

Okay so I think it goes without saying that these movies clearly take place in the same universe, just off the bat.

That said, we also know that several of the (unseen) previous generation of characters had careers that would've taken them to similar geographic areas -- notably Howard Carnahan and Abner Ravenwood, who were Egyptologists of roughly a similar age.

So, it would make complete sense to me if, at some point, they were contracted to work on the same project. Whether or not they got along, whether or not they worked well together, is immaterial. The important part is that they both brought their daughters. Now, according to the wikis for the respective franchises, Evelyn (Carnahan) O'Connell was born in 1903, and Marion Ravenwood was born in 1909, and young girls, as Marion would've been, tend to heavily imprint on older girls especially when they're stuck together in a camping situation. And I think Evy, a perpetual baby sister, would've jumped at the chance to get to be the cool older sister type friend.

They would've corresponded after that.

In 1925, Marion writes to Evy about her father's dashing new student who she's fallen hopelessly in love with (and an equally passionate disavowal of the man only a few months later).

In 1926, Evy writes back to tell Marion that she's been part of an expedition to help recover the site of Hamunaptra (leaving out the magic, because that would be just a shade too far; adding the fact she may not have found much treasure but she did find a husband in the post script -- prompting many more questions from Marion).

They write each other about Evy's journey to respectability as an archaeologist and Egyptologist, and her impassioned arguments with another young archaeologist out of the University of Chicago, who Evy pointedly refused to name in any of her letters out of disrespect (the nature of their academic disagreements is simple -- Evy's seen magic with her own eyes and brings a layer of credulity to her interpretation of sites that Indy just cannot fathom. Well. Not yet, anyway).

They write when Alex was born, when Marion moves to Nepal.

In 1933, Evy writes her about the Oasis at Ahm Shere, but she leaves out the part where she died and was resurrected, and the part where the entire oasis was sucked into the afterlife afterwards.

(In 1935, Indy sees Magic in India, and he thinks briefly of his continuing journal publication feud with the British-Egyptian Egyptologist E. O'Connell, and then he locks this information away in a part of his brain he does not touch lest he go mad.)

In 1936, Marion writes her about the search for the Ark, about her father's old student -- a professor now himself -- coming back into her life. She mentions the pit of snakes, being entombed, and the deaths of the Nazi bastards. She doesn't mention the magic, the actual Ark of the Covenant saving their asses. It would sound crazy, after all.

In 1937, they see each other in person for the first time in over a decade by chance at the Cairo Museum. This is before the events of the Last Crusade, so for the moment, Marion and Indy are more-or-less together and more-or-less happy about it. Rick and Evy are there for their standard work reasons, delivering some recently excavated artefacts.

At first, everything goes fine. Evy and Marion recognise each other, and as nearly life-long penpals tend to do, take a moment to remember how to speak to each other in person, but then they're thrilled for the opportunity to do so. The four of them agree to get dinner together and it's at dinner while they're talking about their work that Indy makes the connection between E. O'Connell, academic rival, and Evelyn O'Connell, and Evy makes the connection that Marion's "Indy" is actually that very same Henry Jones Jr who Evy's wanted nothing more than to knock senseless with the Book of Life for over a decade.

In the ensuing loud argument that nearly gets them thrown from the restaurant and during which Rick and Marion decide they're best friends now, both Evy and Indy accidentally reveal their hands as regards magic, archaeology, and the realities therein. They part dinner as wary allies.

The academic detente lasts just until Marion writes Evy about the dissolution of her relationship with Indy and concurrent birth of their son, and then the rivalry's back on.

Frankly, all of them prefer it this way.

(As an additional aside, while he was serving in WWI, Jonathan Carnahan met and befriended {""befriended""} an Australian nurse, who had the mixed fortune to lose all of her father's titled cousins during the war and returned home as the Honourable Miss Phryne Fisher)

#the ghost ship scribbles #indiana jones #the mummy #wilddragonflying #with the exception of checking birth years in the respective wikis #this is all just off the cuff #so if there's incorrect continuity don't @ me

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sadboyeddie · 2 years

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Once In A Lifetime

October 12th: Sugar Daddy -> older Rockstar!Eddie

Kinktober 2022

Summary: Eddie has an offer that’s hard to refuse

Warnings: (Minors DNI 18+ only) smut, older man/younger woman, everyone is above the age of consent

A/N: this one kicked my ass lads

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You let out a tired sigh as you slump into your regular seat in the lecture hall, arriving just a few minutes before the lesson starts.

Today had been a long one, but thankfully this was the last class for the day and it was relatively easy going.

Professor Byers enters the room and chucks his messenger bag on the desk before clapping his hands to garner the attention of the students.

Photography wasn’t something you wanted to make a career out of, although at this stage you’re not really sure what career you’ll end up with, but you enjoyed the serenity of taking pictures.

Professor Byers was as laid back as they come, but he was passionate about photography and you felt that every time he’d explain different subjects and techniques.

He was currently mid sentence talking about the current project he assigned that will be more than half of your grade, you wanna drop your head to the table with a groan, not having found the inspiration to even start the project.

And it was due in two weeks.

By the end of the class Professor Byers has noticed your slouched posture, it’s a small class and you’re one of his favourite students, always eager to learn more.

When the class ends he asks you to stay behind so he can talk to you. You feel anxious, you like Professor Byers and you don’t wish to disappoint him.

“What’s going on, kid?” You let out a dramatic sigh making the older man smirk before leaning against one of the tables.

“I can’t find any inspiration,” you groan, “I took your advice and went for a walk somewhere I’ve never been but still nothing!”

Jonathan nods his head, all too familiar with what you’re experiencing.

“You usually shoot scenery and landscapes have you ever thought about trying something different?” He voice is soft and understanding.

The project was pretty simple, you had to take a series of pictures that tell a story, something interesting that will grab the audiences attention.

All the projects Professor Byers makes are always pretty easy, wanting students to enjoy the assignments instead of dreading them.

“I don’t really have a lot of people I can photograph,” you admit, a little embarrassed.

You moved to the city to go to college and you spent all your time either in class or working shifts at two separate jobs, you never had time to keep up with friendships or even find them.

You didn’t mind though, always preferring your own company, or maybe that’s just something you convinced yourself.

Once again Jonathan understands, maybe that’s one of the reasons he likes you and wants you to succeed, because he sees a lot of familiar traits in you.

“I have a friend who needs some photography work done, I was gonna do it myself but I think this would really help you.”

Your eyes light up at the suggestion but you’re a little hesitant on the idea, “won’t they prefer their pictures professionally done?”

“Give yourself some credit, kid,” he chuckles, “and it’s not for some fancy wedding it’s just promo pictures for my friends metal band.”

“You have a friend in a metal band?” The question slips through your lips without permission and you immediately go to apologise.

“That’s surprises you?” He doesn’t look offended, exactly the opposite.

And it did surprise you, Professor Byers seemed more reserved and from an outside point of view it seemed like he would have surrounded himself with people more like him.

“You don’t seem like the type to enjoy metal music,” you shift awkwardly from side to side.

He laughs at your response and nods his head, “yeah I’m more into classic rock but I have to admit their music is pretty stellar.”

You snort at the use of ‘stellar’ and move the conversation on, “who’s the band?” You’re curious if it’s a local indie band.

“Corroded Coffin,” his smile is small but holds some pride behind it.

Your mouth drops open and your eyes blow wide at how casually he just slipped that information.

“Corro— Corroded Coffin?!” You weren’t super into metal, you did enjoy some of the classics.

That’s how you discovered the band, you were looking through Spotify for a decent playlist and they had a few covers in there, when you went to their page they had four albums worth of their own music.

You enjoyed a lot of it and after doing some research you found out they were quite popular in and out of the metal community.

“Yeah, you heard of them?” There’s a smirk playing on Professor Byers face.

“Uh yeah!” You grin causing the older man to huff a laugh at your excitement, “how are you friends with them?”

You didn’t mean for it to sound so shocking but again it didn’t really seem like his type of crowd.

“I went to school with them,” he shrugs, moving around his desk to grab his bag and pulling out a red and black card.

“Awesome,” you mumble.

Professor Byers hands you the card, Eddie Munson scribbled across in a sharp font, his phone number beneath it.

Eddie Munson, the lead guitarist, one of the most attractive men you ever seen, and you have his phone number.

You try to act nonchalant as you run your fingers over the slightly raised words, mind working a mile a minute to take in all the information. You can’t believe this is happening.

“Are you sure?” Your voice comes out slowly as you reaffirm.

“Yeah, they’re finishing the last leg of their tour back home before they take a break,” he slips the strap of his bag over his shoulder. “I’ll let Eddie know what’s happening, send him a message tonight and he’ll probably invite you to the show.”

You gape at him as he bids his farewell and leaves the classroom, your feet unable to move as you replay the conversation over in your head.

Invite me to the show?

You’ve always wanted to go to one of their concerts but the tickets were always sold out. You could only afford the cheapest ones but they were usually the first to go, you found a few scalpers online but they were charging almost triple the original price. You just couldn’t afford it.

When you do finally move you rush back to your studio apartment, twenty minutes off campus, you could t afford on campus housing unfortunately.

You throw you bag on the rickety old chair near the door and fall back on your lumpy mattress, still not believing what happened.

Corroded Coffin. Corroded Coffin.

You scroll through your playlists finding the one you made of all your favourites of theirs and play it in the background while you fumble around your apartment.

When should you message? Professor Byers said tonight but what time tonight? What should you say?

-x-x-x-x-x-

By the time seven rolls around, the time you finally decided on, your apartment is spotless. Granted it’s very small but still.

You cleaned every surface and even reorganised your cupboards.

You sit in the center of your bed and stare at the black screen of your phone. Taking a deep breath you open your message app and type out a greeting.

It’s almost ten minutes before you settle on something that you didn’t cringe while reading.

Hi, is this Eddie?

You add in your name and where you got his number and press send before you can erase and retype something else.

After a few seconds your phone vibrates in your hand and excitement shoots down your spine

It sure is babe, Byers informed me of the situation

‘Babe’ you squeal at the name.

I thought you’d text sooner

You sit there and mentally kick yourself for taking so long.

Sorry! Had a few assignments I was working on

You tell him the small lie, not wanting to admit that you spent the last three hours over thinking and freaking out.

that’s fair, I never went to college so I can’t relate haha

You smile at your phone and how casual this all seems and before you can type a new message he sends another through.

so down to business :P what’s your class schedule like?

Mondays and Thursday I have classes from 9-4, the rest of the week there’s only a few lessons a day but I can do a few of them online

sounds good babe

…

what’s tomorrows classes?

business studies is the only one I have to be there in person for

what time?

8-11:45

great! I’m not out of bed before midday haha

…

come on by after class

He sends the address for the studio they’re rehearsing at tomorrow and you chat a little more, he tells you his security will escort you in and other minor details about tomorrows meet up before you both call it a night.

You fall asleep easy, usually it takes you a while to settle your thoughts, but tonight you slip away into unconsciousness, mind conjuring up different scenarios with the metalhead.

-x-x-x-x-x-

The next day goes by in a rush of excitement, you honestly thought it would drag on and on and on but thankfully it doesn’t.

You order and Uber, not trusting the buses in your city, thankfully there’s enough money in your monthly budget for the fare.

When you arrive at the studio your heart is hammering against your chest and your hands are shaking, you can’t believe this is actually happening.

You enter the lobby and sign in with the receptionist, she’s about your age and gives you a distasteful look, before calling someone.

A few awkward minutes later a man with fantastic hair and an even better smile hops out of the elevator and walks towards you with a smile.

“You here for Eddie?” His voice is kind and you nod, “great, I’m Steve.”

He holds out his hand and you quickly slip yours into his grasp and shake it, cheeks aflame with nerves.

“So, you’re his security?” You make conversation as he swipes an access card against the elevator panel.

“I mean technically,” he shrugs, “we’ve been friends since school so I think he keeps me around for nostalgia,” he chuckles.

You wring your hands together and flex your fingers on your camera bag as you bite your lip, this does not go unnoticed by the taller man beside you.

“Don’t be nervous,” his voice is soft, “I know it sounds like a cliché but he’s just like anyone else,” he assures you.

You can’t help but snort before smiling up towards Steve, “really?”

“Okay, he’s a little weird but there’s no need to be intimidated by him,” he turns towards the door as the elevator stops, “if anything he’s the one that gets intimidated by beautiful women.”

You watch as Steve steps out of the metal box, and before you can question what he means he opens the door to a cozy little room.

There’s couches lining the back wall and the coffee table is filled with a range of alcoholic beverages and snacks.

One band member, Jeff, is laying on one of the couches doing a crossword puzzle and Gareth is on the ground with his back slumped against the couch as he scrolls through his phone.

No sight of the lead guitarist.

“Where’s Eddie,” Steve surveys the room for the older metalhead.

“Here he is,” a deep voice comes from behind you.

You turn quickly and instinctively take a step back with how close he is, he lets out a chuckle as your eyes slip down to his chest, shirtless and covered in many tattoos.

“Like what you see, princess?” He teases with a smirk.

“Eddie, play nice,” Steve rolls his eyes and slides into a chair.

Hi, I’m—,” you start to introduce yourself but he interrupts.

“I know who you are,” his smile is not unkind but it’s intense, “that your camera?”

You look down in shock momentarily forgetting the reason why you are even here.

“Ah, yes!” You mentally scold yourself.

“It’s a bit dingy, sweetheart,” he reaches out and takes it in his hands to examine it.

You’re a little offended at his words, you know it’s dingy, it’s second hand and all you could afford but it does the job.

“I know,” your voice is a little clipped.

“I didn’t mean to offend, princess,” he gently passes the camera back to you, “just an observation.”

You go to apologise but he brushes passed you and formally introduces you to the rest of the band.

“Alright, so if you could just take pictures of us in our natural element, babe, that’d be great,” he chuckles, gesturing around the room.

You click the camera on and snap a picture of Eddie, bare chest and bare foot smiling in the center of the room.

He nods in approval as ideas swirl through your mind for your class project.

By the end of the day your memory card is full of pictures and short videos, you sit on one of the sofas and flick through the shots determining which to keep and which to trash.

It’s dark out now and you really should be heading back to your apartment and upload these to your laptop, it’s a pretty outdated computer so it’s gonna take a while to get them all on there.

Jeff and Gareth are nowhere to be seen and Steve excused himself to take a phone call twenty minutes ago, leaving you and Eddie alone in the room.

The metalhead, who’s now wearing a Metallica shirt, much to your disappointment, is sitting on the opposite couch strumming a tune.

“I haven’t heard that one before,” your voice cuts the serene sound as Eddie looks up with a smile.

“It’s something I’m working on,” he shrugs, pen tucked behind his ear and a notepad on the cushion beside him.

“It’s pretty,” you regret your words almost instantly. Pretty?

“Pretty?” He snorts, placing the guitar down, “I would exactly describe metal music as ‘pretty’, babe.”

“Sorry,” you flush with embarrassment, “I just meant it’s nice is all.”

He shakes his head with a smile, not at all offended by your choice of words.

“Well, I better be off,” you tuck your camera into the bag before pulling out your phone to order an Uber.

“How are you getting home?” He stands along with you.

“Uber,” you wave your phone in your hands.

“You sure?” You locks his guitar in its case and slings it over his shoulder before walking towards you, “I can give you a ride? Or Steve?”

“Oh! No, that’s fine,” you immediately decline, not wanting to embarrass yourself any further.

Eddie stares at you with an unreadable expression on his face before he finally nods, letting it go.

“Okay,” he gestures for you to leave the room first before flicking the light off and locking the door behind him.

Steve meets you both at the elevator instantly apologising for the long phone call, Eddie shrugs it off and you all descend to the lobby together in a awkward silence.

“Am I giving you a ride?” Steve asks as he pulls out his keys and you all make your way outside.

When you turn to Steve you miss the look that crosses Eddie’s face, a little upset with Steve’s offer even though he offered the same thing upstairs.

“No,” you smile, “I already got an Uber.”

“No problem,” he says his goodbyes and leaves for his car.

“Aren’t you going with him?” You question as you stand by the curb.

“I drive myself, sweetheart,” he gives you his signature smirk as he waits beside you.

“You don’t have to stay,” you’re glad he did though, a little nervous about standing around at night alone.

“And leave a fair maiden by herself? Any brute could come along and do you harm,” the look he shoots you is playfully and dramatic and you can help but giggle and play along.

“Oh my!” You exclaim, hand on chest, “my hero!”

He gives you a wink just as a car pulls up to the curb.

“Your carriage, m’lady,” he bows as he opens the rear passenger door and you once again can’t contain your girlish giggle.

“Thank you, good sir,” you bow your head in a nod and slide into the car.

“Text me when you get home,” he points a finger at you playfully but his words are stern.

“F’course,” you nod, your heart doing somersaults isn’t our chest.

He closes the door with a thud and only leaves for his car when you’re out of sight, a smile playing on his lips as he starts the ignition.

-x-x-x-x-x-

When you arrive home you place your camera bag on the bed and pull out your laptop from under your pillow.

home :)

good girl ;)

You feel your heart in your throat as you read and reread the two word text, you feel a warmth spread between your legs at the message, not to mention the winky face. Lord.

are you home?

stopped for food first

…

burgers and fries

that greasy stuff will kill you ;)

You bite your lip as your thumb hovers over the ‘send’ button, contemplating erasing the winky face. Fuck it.

…

That’s it you overstepped, you made it weird.

Just as you go to chuck your phone on the bed it vibrates in your hand.

-incoming call: Eddie Munson-

“Hello?” You sit on your bed, blood loud in your ears as your heart hammers away.

“You worried about my health, sweetheart?” His voice is warm over the phone and you smile into the receiver.

“Maybe…” you find you have a lot more confidence when you’re not face to face with the man.

“How’d I get so lucky?” His chuckle crackles along the long and you hear distant sounds of cars.

“Are you driving?” You ask alarmed.

“Loudspeaker, pet,” you can hear the amusement in his tone and can’t help but huff a laugh.

“Sorry,” you mumble.

“Don’t be,” he brushes you off, “s’nice actually.”

You go to question him further but you hear the ignition cut off an assume he’s made it home.

“Well I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” You’re voice is hopeful and you pray it doesn’t sound as desperate to him as it does for you.

“No doubt,” he answers cooly, “how do the pictures look?”

“Oh!” You completely forgot about your previous task, “I haven’t really started looking through them all yet.”

“Tsk tsk tsk,” he lightly scolds, “naughty girl.”

Fuck. There he goes again.

You clench your fingers into a fist and rub your thighs together to alleviate some of the pressure.

“My computers slow,” you pout as you enter your login details, “it might take me the better part of the night to upload them.”

“Shitty laptop, dingy camera,” he lists off, “I bet your apartment is crappy too.”

“And what if it is,” you’ve started to pick up on his personality and try matching your energy with his.

“Hey, I get it,” he reassures, “I used to be like that. I grew up in a one bedroom trailer with my Uncle, didn’t graduate until I was 20 and had to sell weed just to get by.”

“Oh my god,” you gasp, “damn, that sucks.”

Eddie’s boisterous laugh on the other end of the line sends you into your own set of giggles.

Usually when Eddie tells his sob story it’s met with pity not with a ‘damn that sucks’. It’s refreshing.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be insensitive,” you feel like a school girl taking to a crush. You’re seconds away from kicking your feet and twirling your hair around your finger.

“You weren’t,” he assures.

“So how’d you get to where you are today?” Curiosity getting the better of you, “working hard?”

You hear his snort of amusement on the other end before he answers, “nah, I had a Sugar Daddy.”

You assume he’s joking because surely you would’ve heard about that.

“You what?” you inquire further.

“I exchanged certain favours in return for money,” he’s no longer laughing, his tone light but serious.

“Like a prostitute?” You flip down on your bed now that your laptop and camera are set up.

“No, not exactly,” you hear rustling on the other end that sounds like he’s getting changed, “it wasn’t always sexual favours.”

“Huh,” you desperately want to ask who and seek out more information but that is a little intrusive.

“Have you ever thought about it?” His question is casual but it has your breath catching in your throat.

“I’m not rich enough to support someone,” you joke.

“No, you dork,” he chuckles, “obviously you’re experiencing some financial hardships.”

“I don’t know if I could do that sort of exchange, especially with a stranger,” you admit.

“It doesn’t always have to be sexual, princess,” he assures, “when you start with someone you can create a contract and have a list of hard nos,” he patiently explains, “as for the stranger I’m sure you’ll be able to find someone you know or you could at least meet with the person a few times to get a feel for them.”

“The only rich person I know is you,” you say without thinking, instantly filled with regret.

The line is quite and you consider hanging up and and just moving to Alaska or something.

“And?” His voice sounds curious.

“And?“ you splutter, “and what?”

“And,” he huffs a laugh, “would that be something you’d be interested in?”

“I—,” you take a moment to reach over and grab the half empty water bottle on your nightstand, mouth completely dry, “what do you mean?” Your voice barely a whisper.

“I mean,” he’s volume mimics yours, “I will pay for all of your finances in exchange for favours on your end.”

“That’s crazy,” you say at normal volume, “why would you wanna do that?”

“You’re cute and sweet,” he states, “you got a good head on your shoulders and I fully believe you can make it far in this world you just need a little help.”

“I mean—,” you try to find a reasonable response, you want to deny him because you’ve always been independent, but maybe your pride can take a backseat for this ride, “is this a joke?”

Eddie smiles into his phone, excited to know that you’ve mentally already agreed.

“Absolutely not,” he promises, “let me take care of you, baby.”

He knows you’re probably slightly overwhelmed at the moment so he decides to ‘ignore’ the small whimper you let slip at his words.

“Okay,” you agree before you can stop yourself, “I’ll do it.”

“Wonderful!” Eddie’s excitement is contagious as you chuckle along with him, “we’ll work out the finer points tomorrow, baby.”

“And you’re sure?” You ask again.

“Yes, princess,” his voice is firm, “I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t.”

“Just checking,” you smile.

“Go to sleep, silly girl,” he playfully scoffs, “I’ll call you in the morning.”

“Promise?” Your voice suddenly shy.

“Promise.”

-x-x-x-x-x-

It’s been exactly one month since you started this… situation?

And it’s been great!

It had taken a lot of reassurance on Eddie’s end and thank god the man had plenty of patience, you were constantly double checking every time he bought you something.

When he gave you his credit card you all but shoved it back into his hands until he all but forced it on you.

You tried not to abuse his money, only buying the essentials but Eddie was like the devil on your shoulder encouraging you to just let loose, treat yourself.

He bought you a new camera and a laptop the second day into the arrangement and he was slowly trying to convince you to move to a better apartment.

So far it’s only been a ‘take take’ relationship on your end. When you and Eddie sat down to discuss the details you established that you weren’t entirely sure about the sexual nature of this, and he promised and even signed a contract that stated any sexually contact will be initiated by you first.

It’s not that you didn’t want to, it just you were nervous. After all it is Eddie freaking Munson.

You finished your class assignment a few weeks ago and received a pretty great grade, Eddie also invited you to keep taking pictures of them because he enjoyed the style.

As much as you tried to decline, he gave you a pay check.

Tonight was the last show of the tour before they settle down for a while to relax and work on some new music.

They decided Hawkins was the perfect location for the final concert, they rented a pretty large field and had a stage set up, like a small festival.

You go over to the few trailers that have been set up for the boys and walk into Eddies.

“There you are, baby!” Eddie’s voice comes from behind and you spin on your heel just as he wraps you in a hug, “missed you,” he mumbles into your hair.

“Eddie, it’s been less then twelve hours,” you laugh but return the hug with enthusiasm.

“And?” He scoffs.

“And nothing,” you smile, “I missed you too.”

“That’s my girl,” he leans back and boops your nose before reluctantly pulling away.

“You excited for the show?” You ask as you take a seat on the small couch.

“Excited for it to be over,” he groans as he slumps on the couch next to you, pulling you into his side automatically, “don’t get me wrong, I love performing but it’s been a very long eighteen months.”

You nod along with his comments, not fully understanding what it’s like to travel around like that.

“My Uncle Wayne is coming to the show,” he smiles, “he’s excited to meet you.”

“You’ve told him about me?” You look at the older man in shock.

“F’course,” he chuckles, “I’ve been told I talk quite a bit about you actually.”

You playfully shove him but nerves start swelling up inside you, Eddie hasn’t really spoke much about his personal situation since the first night he brought it up but from what you gather Wayne is the most important person to him.

“Don’t worry,” he taps your shoulder, “he’s a very easy going guy.”

Eddie’s words bring very little comfort as you slowly begin to dread the meeting. It’s not like this is a relationship but if you’re being honest it’s the closest you’ve really gotten to one.

You see him daily, call and text all through the night, you eat together (mainly in private because you’re not good with all the attention on the street from fans), he’s very affectionate with the pet names and the cuddling, you were the first to initiate the cuddling and he almost seem relieved that you wanted his touch.

The point is you’ve fallen for the guy, it’s was inevitable really, but there were many factors standing in the way: the arrangement and the fact he is almost fifteen years older then you. Not that you minded but society always had to have a say.

“What’s got you so distracted?” His voice pulls you from your increasing negative thoughts.

“You,” you’re honest, “thinking about you.”

He seems pleased with the answer and squeezes your shoulder with a smile.

“Good,” he lets out a sigh before standing, you immediately miss his warmth, “I better get ready.”

“Awesome!” You stand and make your way to the door, “I can’t wait for the show.”

He grins as he watches you move towards the exit before stopping you, “you gonna watch me from backstage?” His voice is hopeful.

“Of course!” You reassure, you always do.

“Good, here,” he walks over to the chair where he’s thrown a leather jacket and a denim vest.

“What’s this?” You ask as he carefully hands you the clothes.

“This used to be what I wore in high school,” he looks a little red at the admission, “never really took it off, played my first show in this.“

You run your fingers over the worn out threads on the back of the vest, admiring the obvious hand stitching done by Eddie. You trace Murray, the mascot for Dio, and smile at how well maintained this is.

The leather jacket has chains and safety pins around the cuffs and you snort at the handy work.

Eddie watches with a soft expression as you handle his jacket with care.

“This is awesome, Eds,” you go to hand the bundle of clothes back to the metalhead, assuming he would be wearing it for tonight’s show.

“No,” he gently pushes your hands back, “I want you to wear it for me.”

Your breath catches and once again you go to protest but by now Eddie is familiar with this routine.

“I’m positive,” he says before you speak, “I want to see you wearing my clothes.”

You let out a speechless nod, not trusting any words at the moment.

“Good girl,” he chuckles at your shy reaction as you turn away slightly, “off you go,” he ushers you to the door, “I got rehearsals.”

-x-x-x-x-x-

The show was fantastic, not that you had any doubts, they pulled out all the stops and had an explosive end, literally, they had firework canons set up on stage and went out with a bang.

By the end of the concert you were a little more that hot and bothered, Eddie had stayed on your part of the stage, facing you when he had guitar solos so you could watch his finger work.

He picked up on your little obsession with his fingers the first week in, noting how you would subtly glance at his hands before just full out staring when you thought he couldn’t see.

When he came marching off stage with the rest of the band, hyperactive and sweaty you all but dragged him back to his trailer.

He was momentarily shocked, usually you went in for the hug, but he watched with a smug grin as you lead him away. Finally.

As soon as the trailer door closed behind him your little bit of control was instantly ceased.

Eddie firmly grabbed your arm and pressed you to the door, watching as your pupils dilate and your tongue comes out to wet your dried lips.

He swallows as he watches the movement before snapping himself out of it, “you want this?” He pushes his body against yours and you nod, “tell me, baby,” he rests his forehead on yours, “tell daddy what you want.”

You let out a moan and close your eyes, “I want you, Eddie,” your breathing coming out in hot pants, “please, daddy.”

With that Eddie slams his mouth against yours, pouring out all the heat and desperation he’s been feeling for the past month.

You wrap your arms around his neck as he pulls you in close, pushing his tongue past your lips and against your own.

He grips a handful of his jacket you’re still wearing and pulls you closer as he walks you both backwards before he’s pulling away and sitting on the couch, patting his lap with an inviting smirk.

“Take your throne, princess.”

You don’t need to be told twice.

You straddle his legs, bunching the skirt of your dress around your thighs so it doesn’t restrict your movements.

Eddie wastes no time in reattaching his mouth to yours, this time the kiss is slower but no less hungry.

He slides his hands over your hips and drags you lower until you’re grinding over the bulge in his pants, you both let out simultaneous groans at the contact.

You place your hands on his shoulder and with his direction you lift your hips more before bringing them down with a little more force, he moans into the kiss before nipping your bottom lip and pulling back.

He buries his head in your neck and starts to suck a bruise into the skin, you let out a whine at the softness of his lips as you tangle your fingers through his damp, sweaty hair and gently tug, the action causing Eddie to snap his hips up harder.

After a few minutes of grinding on each other you feel like you’re going to explode if Eddie doesn’t fuck you, you reach down and undo his belt and zipper, the older man gratefully lifting his hips just enough to free his leaking cock.

Eddie pulls away from your neck and presses a gentle kiss to your lips before lifting your dress up far enough so he has access to your panties.

“Tomorrow I’m gonna take you out on a nice date, roses and chocolates, and then fuck you in the car,” he promises as he rubs a thumb on your thigh close to your heat, “but tonight I’m gonna fuck you on every surface in this trailer.”

You moan at his crass words, “promise?”

“Promise,” he slides his hand forward, fingers slipping beneath the material of your panties.

You let out a sharp cry when the pad of his finger makes contact with your clit before fingering some of your arousal and spreading it up your folds and over the nub.

You rest your head on his shoulder and watch as his hand plays with your pussy, your underwear is obscuring the view but there’s something really hot about seeing his hand in your panties.

You take his neglecting cock in your hand, Eddie lets out a hiss at the feeling, you run your fingers over the weeping tip before spreading his precum down his length.

He bucks his hips up to meet your thrusts as he pushes two fingers deep inside you, instantly starting to scissor them.

“Ed-die,” your voice cracks and your pussy clenches around his digits,” please fuck me.”

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he moans, “at least not on the first night,” you whimper at his deep chuckle.

After a few more thrusts of his fingers he’s pulling them out of your panties, he slaps your hand off his cock and wraps his own, slick with your desire, around his length.

When he’s deemed you and himself ready he helps you kneel above his lap as he moves your panties to the side and lines his cock up with your entrance.

Your eyes snap shut and your head falls back as you let out a long moan, when you’re fully seated on his cock you take a few seconds to accommodate the tight fit, your walls burn from the stretch.

You can feel him twitching inside you and it causes you to squeeze your pussy around him.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he groans, grip on your hips hard enough to bruise, “can I move?”

You barely nod before he’s snapping his hips up, you cry out and hold his shoulders for dear life.

He keeps your hips in place as he pistons his cock into you, his breath is coming out in harsh pants and the scrunched up look of concentration on his face has you reaching a finger out to trace the wrinkles on his forehead.

At your touch his facial features soften but his pace is still harsh.

“Play with your clit, princess,” his voice is strained, “show daddy how you touch yourself.”

You whimper and his request and immediately comply, taking your right hand off his shoulder to massage the engorged nub between your legs.

His eyes are trained on your fingers, taking note of every movement and action your hands make and committing them to memory.

When you spit on your fingers and rub the saliva around your clit he lets out a debauched moan.

The trailer is filled with moaning and breathless whines as the smell of your combined arousal fills your senses, you can feel your impending release and try to hold off just a little longer.

“I can feel you clenching, princess,” Eddie notices your hand no longer rubbing your pussy, “don’t fight it, cum for me.”

You fall forward as he moves his hands from your hips and envelops you in a tight embrace, holding you against his chest as he snaps his hips up and continues as best he can with the rough pace.

You bite down on his shoulder to muffle your scream, Eddie hisses at the pain but his cock jumps inside you and the motion causes you to cum around him, your body spasms against his as you’re forced to ride out your high, his thrusts not slowing down.

“Just a bit more, sweetheart,” he grunts as he bucks his hips up one last time, his cum spilling inside you and painting your bruised walls, “fuck!”

Your body is stuck to his with sweat and your breathing is laboured, he runs a soothing hand up your back, tracing the divots in your spine.

Before you both can fully come down the door to the trailer swings open and in walks Jeff and Gareth.

They dramatically cry out and cover there eyes as Eddie hurls a cushion in their direction and you bury your face in his neck.

He chuckles and kisses your temple as you shiver slightly, cold air slipping through the briefly opened door.

“I guess I forgot to lock the door,” he groans though you hear the amusement.

“Yeah, no shit, Munson,” you giggle.

“Oops.”

#stranger things #my writing #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson fluff #kinktober

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maplewozapi · 4 months

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Hey there! I hope this isn’t too repetitive of the questions you’ve been asked and if you’re getting sick of people trying to approach you as some expert indigenous consultant you can feel free to ignore this ask ^^;

But I’m genuinely curious as you’ve brought up Dreamworks’ Spirit SOTC a few times on this blog. I’d like to know your thoughts as to whether you think Spirit has a relatively accurate potrayal of its Lakota characters, at least in terms of avoiding stereotypes.

I’m also asking because I have a few big ass Google Docs for a complete rewrite of Spirit Riding Free (never mind how shitty that series is in terms of its pro colonialism and making its single token indigenous character a damsel in distress for the colonists to save) that instead involves Spirit’s foals befriending Little Creek’s son. Sooo… I know this is a super broad ass question but do you have any general tips for correctly portraying Lakota people during the late 1800’s? (Which is apparently when Riding Free takes place as does my rewrite considering how long it takes after the first movie). And like suggestions on handling heavy topics like reservations and how indigenous people would interact with settlers during this time period? Also a lot of my characters’ names (I have characters named Takoda, Mika, Akecheta, Chumani, etc..) are just pulled from websites I found from Google but even to this day idk how authentic those are.

Sorry again if this is too excessive and seems like I’m trying to pull research info from one single person and again you’re completely free to ignore this ask if it’s repetitive. But this Riding Free rewrite is a passion project me and my mutuals have had literally since 2019 and I thought it’d help if I at least had some input on it from an actual indigenous artist ^^;

Personally my main issue with film is that fucking general george custer is the villain and is sympathetic by the end of the movie. And the seen in the village and everyone is actually speak Lakota in the background but the little girl is like “horsie” and little creeks stink pigtails instead of braids.

And I’m not going into much of the details because I promised myself I would start charging people who want consulting.

But I’ll say the 1800s and the forced immigration to reservations are not pretty and traumatizing for native people. For example of the movie killers of the flower moon with involvement of the native people, actors learning some of the language, the movie still was made for a white audience and was sympathetic to the white murders. (And fucking traumatic)

So I don’t necessarily have a the best outlook on nonnative projects especially when it deals with such traumatic situations and could end up more traumatizing then the thing that was originally written. You’re potentially writing something about peoplesl grandparents and the generational trauma people have to cope with. The 1880s weren’t very long ago they were still forcing people on to reservations up until the 1950s. Look up “Indian acts/treaties” I think the story that totally disgusts me is the story of Ishi of the Yana tribe. To this day I can’t believe they destroyed his body but preserved his brain for the university. He wasn’t even the last member of his tribe they just killed his whole family, and the tribe didn’t get him back until 2000. Not only did they take our land, our people, but they dissect us. Idk if I can see anyone who isn’t native have the grace to touch upon those things. ALSO those names are nonsensical don’t google Lakota names or native names in general, they do not mean what they state and google says they’re Dakota? You’re writing Lakota characters there’s a difference. Akcheta and chumní are pretty normal names, but also idk if these are horse names or human names BECAUSE THERES DIFFERENT NAMING CONVENTIONS FOR HORSES

#ask

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xtarotdollx · 2 months

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Attempting one of those long ass literary analysis posts because my friends have told me I should please enjoy this long ass ramble

Okay so like Jekyll creating Hyde is itself a crime right? Like it is it’s a horrifying event filled with body horror and pain like Jekyll creating the potion and creating Hyde is an objectively Bad Thing ™ but like why??? Jekylls motivations for doing so are both sympathetic and relatable (and intentionally so) so why are his actions considered the literal original sin of his story?? Anyway I was bored and fucked around and found an answer and I need to share it because fuck me I can’t be normal about Jekyll.

Anyway review time our buddy Jekyll is sad gay and alone and comes to the conclusion that people contain multitudes. And I say multitudes because Jekyll himself admits in his own research that there’s more to his theory and than just good and evil,

“I say two, because the state of my knowledge does not pass beyond that point.”

“… I hazard guess that man will be ultimately known for a mere polity of multifarious, incongruous, and independent denizens.”

and that he splits himself into good and evil because that’s what he’s most familiar with (aka it’s the split that he can use for his own benefit.) But like, homeboy was kinda on to something. The idea that humans are complex and multifaceted with multiple conflicting ideas and identities has been a thing across psychology and even whole cultures for like forever, and considering that Jekyll and Hyde was written around and about the the creation of the psychology as a scientific field, Jekyll is has (for lack of a better word) discovered something very profound, important, and massively influential to the world around him. And positivity influential to!! It’s that iconic quote “if each could be housed in different Identities, the world would be relieved of all that is unbearable” I think he’s getting ahead of himself here and kinda self projecting but there is very real truth to the idea that studying the difference facets of human identity could improve people and society. And even if he’s dead fucking wrong still putting out the information would end up benefiting societies collective knowledge. Kinda like how Freud was so influential to psychology because some of his theories were so buck wild and wrong that people had to come and correct him, widening the scientific field as a whole.

And Jekyll doesn’t do that. This life altering information is kept to himself, for his own personal use, benefit, and pleasure. And that’s so fucking wild and horrific for so many fucking reasons. Like it goes against so many rules of behavior it’s FOUL. First of the selfishness and gate keeping is inherently just cruel, but this man is a DOCTOR, and a SCIENTIST. This motherfucker took an OATH BEFORE GOD to provide the best care to the people, and now that care, or at least information that could lead to better care, is being squandered for personal gain. That’s fucked. That’s criminal activity right there.

But also I dare you to find me a scientist that doesn’t want to share their research and passion THERE IS NONE. I may be basing this analysis off of a stereotype but I believe it’s a stereotype based in reality but isn’t this the very thing people who go into fields of science and research do??? Like, they are unified by their desire to explore and SHARE knowledge??? Even if like the Jekyll wasn’t a professional doctor with his Hippocratic oath just doing things for shits and giggles, how is the goal not to tell people about this?? This doctor isn’t doctoring the way doctors should. Jekyll keeping his discoveries to himself is also just borderline non human behavior to me because who actually in real life does that. Again how is the end goal not to share this discovery? Humans are social creatures we want to share things. Swapping stories around a campfire is like the oldest human tradition ever. If you’re out in the woods and see a cool frog the immediate reaction is to call your friends over to look, or take a picture, or something similar. WHEN I THINK OF NEW WAYS TO VIEW AND INTERPRET JEKYLL ANS HYDE, THE IMMEDIATE THOUGHT IS TO SHARE IT WITH MY FRIENDS. I cannot FATHOM how secrecy is Jekyll’s immediate desire as a fellow human who lives on this earth.

And this actually slots in with really well with Jekyll and Hyde as a social critique of the upper class. Keeping super important info to yourself is NOT a human activity in any capacity, but it is an institutional one. The best thing I can think of to describe and compare it to is oil companies history of actively suppressing information about climate change to stay in business. It’s a modern example but I feel so deeply that there is an 1800s equivalent that I just can’t think of or don’t know in this moment. But the point is, Jekyll isn’t a person (metaphorically speaking), he’s a institution of wealth and power doing what large institutions do best, profiting off of the the control and suppression of the people below them, in this case the control of information.

But of course, Jekyll literally speaking, is a person. He’s just some guy, and seeing a very very human character act without any human instinct so casually is freaky and 10/10 horror. Jekyll’s creation of Hyde isn’t a crime or a sin because Hyde is an evil thing that will do evil things, it’s horrifying because Jekyll’s choice to do so is inhumane in every definition of the word thank you for coming to my TedTalk have a nice day

#jekyll and hyde #the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde #gothic literature #literature #henry jekyll #edward hyde #txt post #long post #my rambles

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miguel-manbemel · 8 months

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I've been in the Thomas Sanders fandom for almost nine years now. That means I was there way before Sanders Sides, and that at this point I'll remain following him way after Sanders Sides is over. That doesn't make me better or worse than anyone else, but I think that that gives me a little bit of right to speak my opinion, and I'm gonna do it, because I've been holding it back for far too long when I've seen so much bullshit all around, especially on Tumblr, and I can't help it anymore. I need to speak and I'm gonna speak, no matter who likes what I say and no matter who's bothered by what I say.

Sanders Sides started in October 2016, but it didn't get truly big until 2017. And 2017 was "Fander year", it was the year Thomas was most prolific and released the highest amount of work: the bulk of season 1 and a big chunk of season 2 of Sanders Sides, and to that we have to add the first episode of Cartoon Therapy, the last few Vines before it was shut down and a production of shorts comparable of his big years on Vine, and to that we add the vlogs, the music, his big projects like Bizardvaark, etc. And back then at the beginning it was Thomas alone, Joan and Talyn joined around February, March, and it was only the three of them the rest of the year and part of 2018. They worked their asses off for these months, to the point that all the three of them with no exception ended up getting sick. Joan even had to go through hospital and Talyn was eventually forced to retire altogether because of the complications stress caused in his Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. Not to mention that Thomas and the others spent literal sleepless nights editing Sanders Sides, the record being 36 consecutive hours of editing without sleep so that he could release a Sanders Sides episode faster (I think it was Why Do We Get Out of Bed in the Morning). I don't know if some people here know it, but Thomas has confessed to be a little bit workaholic, and we all know he's a perfectionist in his work, he will only release what he considers is the best for him when it's ready, nothing more nothing less.

There's people that, sure, have praised Thomas beyond what is considered healthy and that have been assholes with other people who had constructive criticisms (and not all criticism has been constructive), but certainly, specially on Tumblr, there's people who don't know the meaning of the word "fair judgment" and vent all their personal frustrations onto Thomas like he was responsible of all evils in the world. If excessive positivity is toxic, excessive negativity is toxic too, and also damaging, not to mention potencially a crime of libel if they go too far and start damaging his reputation and good name with lies. I'm still seeing people talking about the animator thing like they know first person what happened, saying happily that Thomas "didn't pay the animators", like it was something true and a fact. The animators did not even get to a unified unique conclusion about anything. Some of the animators got mad and left the fandom immediately, others stayed to literally bitch around and criticize (and some caused more harm in the process than anything they were accusing Thomas and team of doing)... while other animators remain in good terms with Thomas and still follow him with the same passion, and also there are animators that called out other animators for their toxicity while the work was in progress. It's time to set things clear: the animators were paid what they signed in their contracts, they said that and they recognized that without exception. It was their own responsibility to read such contracts and investigate the internet and what is considered a good amount of payment, they should have done that beforehand and not sign if they didn't agree, because once they signed, they're bound and they have no right to complain because they agreed to that salary and it looked okay for them before signing, otherwise they wouldn't have, that's something even some animators said. So please, stop using that to spread hatred on Thomas. Not even the whole bunch of the animators supports you on this, and clearly if you weren't there you have no word to say. Officially, a portion of the animators spoke to the team, and ammended things privately, that was what was published and that is where it should have ended five years ago. So the rest of the world should just shut up about it. This is not and should not be treated as a reality show because it has nothing public at all. This is something private between the animators and the team, and third persons should not use it as an excuse to spread hoaxes and hatred against the team. Stop it already and mind your own business.

That was one thing I wanted to let out, but the other thing is about the people complaining, and complaining, and complaining about how they don't get the content THEY want faster. I'm talking about those who think Thomas should do Sanders Sides and nothing else, because "it's what Patrons pay for", "it's his biggest source of income", "blah, blah, blah"... I am a Patron, and I know what I signed for when I joined Patron: "more content, more frequently", nowhere in that sentence it is mentioned it would be Sanders Sides only, or even mainly and if anyone read that it's something they assumed on their own, not the reality and certainly not binding. We've gone through a drought of content because there was a pandemic, in case anyone didn't notice. But he's releasing more content now, in all platforms, so he's commiting to his promise about Patreon. My money is well spent and I won't let anyone say otherwise. Please, kindly refrain to speak in my name as a Patron, thank you. If any other feels differently and is on Patreon, he's always free to unsubscribe when he wants, but don't repeat the lie that you "subscribed because he promised more Sanders Sides more frequently", because that's literally a falsehood. And speaking about Patreon and the "writer's tier", I don't know what you think the writer's room is about. The team only gives the writer light suggestions about what jokes could work well or things that could be featured specifically as ideas for the script, they don't get any power of decission in the plot and they don't even get to know the plot at all because the questions are vague. Don't give so much importance to the writer's room, because i's nothing of the other world, despite some people trying to make it a bigger issue than it is, usually people who are not even in the writer's room and therefore don't know what they're talking about, as usual. About the "Sanders Sides being his biggest source of income and therefore, he should stick to that"... well, sorry to break it to you, but have you been around his TikTok recently? He has recently released a Storytime short and a Misleading Compliment short, and the audience went literally crazy, and the new sketch videos are working like charm. Sanders Sides might be a huge success of his, but his short videos (the 10 seconds long and the 4 minutes long) are, and will always be, his biggest source of fame, they've always been since Vine. Remember, he has 10 million followers on TikTok, almost triple his YouTube follower count. And from these 10 million followers, not so many even know what Sanders Sides is because they didn't follow him on YouTube. You have to deal with the fact that Thomas could cancel Sanders Sides today, and he'd still have a very decent lifelihood thanks to the short videos. He makes Sanders Sides because he wants to and because it's a personal project of his. It's you who's in desperate need of Sanders Sides, not him, stop projecting.

Where am I going with this? It is okay to dislike Thomas, no one forces you to like him, and it's okay if his type of humor is not for you anymore. But you are not the center of the universe. There are still millions of people who enjoy what he makes whatever it is, and Thomas is not there to give you the content you want all the time like a video-making-machine. He's not going back to 2017-2018 when he literally destroyed his health with too much work. I know a lot of Fanders joined the fandom at that time, got used to that rythm of releases and miss it, but that time is not coming back, because above else, Thomas and his team are human beings, not slaves at your service and their mental an physical health is more important than your need for entertainment. If you can't accept that, you should seriously consider moving forward to other forms of entertainment that are more of your liking. And moving forward means moving forward completely, not going back and forth publishing insulting or condescending posts against Thomas and his team that are not gonna help you get content faster. Just because you are an "addict" to Sanders Sides (if you were just "invested", you wouldn't get to some extents I've seen some people get to) and didn't get served your daily dose of hyperfixation, that gives you no right to bitch around against the creators. It's your responsiblity to look for your own sources of entertainment wherever you can find them, but you have no right to demand anyone to make anything for you, because this is internet, not an a la carte restaurant. You have plenty of content created by hundreds of content creators anywhere, just choose it and consume it. But don't forget it's content creators who decide what, where and when they create anything, not the audience. The right of the audience is to like whatever or not, to follow whoever or not. It's not your business how he runs his business or his working schedules, because that's private. You only have a right to consume the final product, not to control every step of the production, and it's time some people start remembering this and pump the brakes with their attitude.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides

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chickenparm · 1 year

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Overseer (Kaveh/gn!Reader)

@drawlypsy made the GORGEOUS banner for this - you can check out the full piece here!

so, @vasiktomis said something about kaveh bending over a table and his shirt hanging and it sent my brain into overdrive. i immediately alt-f4'd out of everything to write this in the span of 30 minutes while in a horny fugue state.

anyway, kaveh's shirt, am i right? ha ha ha...............................

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Kaveh/gn!Reader 1,086 Words - Semi-NSFW (Thirsting to the highest degree, Kaveh's loose-ass shirt, the kind of thoughts that come with eye-fucking a fine ass man)

Caravan Ribat is just close enough to the desert to border on misery.

The humidity of Sumeru proper lingers enough that the sweat on your skin just won’t evaporate, yet the sun is cruel enough to beat down on the back of your neck relentlessly. There is no wind, there’s very little shade on the outskirts where this construction project steadily trudges on, and you wonder for a moment if you’re even cut out for this kind of job.

Maybe something in the cooled library, or as an assistant to some administrator of the Akademiya. You can push papers and file things easily enough, it had been your part-time job to pay your tuition, after all. But you had to be ambitious and graduate as an architect, meaning you get to wander off to archons-know-where just to oversee projects like this.

Palms on the table, you scan the blueprints for the hundredth time and look for mistakes. There are none - Kaveh doesn’t make mistakes when it comes to a project like this, where he’s endlessly passionate about its construction. But with the delay in building materials, there’s very little for you to do besides look over the plans, again and again.

There’s also a rhyme to your reason here. Exchanging materials for something more readily available could get things moving again, but without Kaveh’s input, you don’t want to change anything. For all your skill, it’s merely a respect thing not to adjust what he’s so painstakingly laid out.

“If you keep your brow furrowed like that, you’re going to get a tan line from the little line in between.”

Looking up, squinting through the sweat on your eyelids, you look at Kaveh’s approach. Serendipitous, or perhaps you’d subconsciously seen him from the corner of your eye and your mind supplied thoughts of your intentions to suggest a change. The air is thick as you breathe in, almost like soup. “At least some part of me will be in the shade, then. Come over here, I have a proposal about the project.”

Kaveh, despite all his passions and willpower, is a very reasonable man if you know how to approach things. First, mentioning the delay in supplies. The dry season has made it difficult for suppliers of this type of concrete to provide enough for what’s required here. A shipment comes in, but never enough to make substantial progress.

Then, you complain a bit about the weather, just enough to get him on your side and absolutely incensed about the whole affair. When his voice raises, you murmur just loud enough for him to hear about changing the plans, or finding a different supplier, or…

“Let me go over this again. Maybe we can find a different alternative that will hold up to the sandstorms.” Kaveh’s fist thumps in his opposite palm, and you try not to smile too widely. Manipulating Kaveh in any way just feels unfair and cruel, but this is entirely benign and for the betterment of both yours and his sanity.

Far off in the distance, you can just make out the upper boughs of the Divine Tree, and think of your nice, cool home. The sooner, the better.

As you daydream, you nearly miss the way Kaveh leans forward onto the table, propping himself on his hands as he scrutinizes the paper plans before you. Only when he makes a sound of annoyance with his tongue do you snap back to reality, only to lose yourself again.

Leaned forward like this, the long lines of Kaveh are accentuated further, but that’s not quite what’s grabbed your attention. The white shirt he wears is a little looser than usual to accommodate for the heat, and gravity does its work as he leans over, giving you a view straight down his shirt.

Sternum, stomach, bellybutton, the faint beginnings of a v-shape at his hips-

The sweat on his skin illuminates as his toolbox comes to life, spinning out a hologram of the proposed building so Kaveh can examine it in more dimensions. So absorbed is he that you’re blissfully able to continue admiring the sheen on his collarbones, starkly pronounced.

Suddenly, it feels infinitely warmer. It takes everything inside you not to make a sound as you swallow around your dry tongue and blocked throat. Kaveh’s arm lifts to turn Mehrak’s hologram, and the fabric shifts enough that you can see his full chest. A thought crosses your mind about the sound he’d make if you were to suck a little too hard just above his heart, if you were to roll one of his nipples between your teeth.

There’s no way he doesn’t know what he’s doing to you. Except when you glance at his face, Kaveh has entirely forgotten that you were here. All that concerns him now is coming up with a solution to the problem that you so carefully placed in front of him and encouraged him to solve. And for all your hard work, you’re treated to this.

What would his skin taste like? Salty from sweat, surely. Your tongue is no longer dry, and saliva pools at a concerningly fast rate before you can swallow it down. The wind picks up just for a moment, dusting your cheeks with sand and the relief of only a moment’s reprieve.

Kaveh shivers, not from cold but the sensation of wind down the front of his shirt. What you wouldn’t give to be the one causing that for him now; your hands smoothing across his chest, each dip of his ribs, the flat plane of his stomach.

Nothing good lasts forever, and in your hunger you loosen your self-control and make a tiny sound, barely more than a whimper. Kaveh’s eyes snap up, catching you looking down his shirt at the way his nipples hardened from the brief wind.

Before he can say anything at all, you’re spinning on your heel and power-walking away from the scene. There’s nothing for you to oversee today, or at least nothing that would quite match up to that. Kaveh’s voice calling your name in confusion barely reaches your ears, and you ignore it.

In the settlement is the inn, and there lies your shaded bedroom. It’s important in the desert to take some time to cool off and rest, and you’re so overheated you think you’re on the verge of a stroke.

Kaveh’s confusion be damned, considering it’s his fault anyway. The door can’t be locked fast enough behind you before you cave.

#mind the a/n for the content tags #kaveh #kaveh genshin impact #kaveh genshin #kaveh x reader #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #gender-neutral reader #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #genshin impact #slightly nsft

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the-tired-commander · 2 months

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Okay time for the final round!! It's time for THE Valentines poll <3

I'm making this poll a week long cause i'm not gonna be able to do anything in times for valentines oopsie So i just wanna see how many votes this can get <3

What are you doing for valentines? Entirely up to you, could be a date, could be a pistol duel at sunrise, could be causing mayhem, whatever you're feeling

Their looks and also propaganda for each of them under the cut! (it got long oops)

Technician Nioza!

She's a very determined little roborat! This woman has her own instant noodle company that she keeps secret that she runs cause it gives her funding for all her work. Her mask has one smooth panel on the front and she uses it to project expressions like :) D: >_< She loves listening to people talk and also is very passionate about revenge, tell her about your terrible exes and she'll be rooting for you to kick their asses.

DYMP!

Full name of Don't Yiff Me Please. This little creature is a bit of a joke and also capable of turning himself into spaghetti. She has extensive knowledge about entirely useless information and will tell you all about it <3 For some reason, this cat can bark.

Liliyana Nyx!

Goth milf <3 She is immortal and will melt into a puddle of darkness if she gets too stressed. Spends her time helping the priory straighten out their historical records, she likes having something to do. She does love a good library date.

Damai Vespati!

My commander! They're a little awkward and bad at showing emotions but they're also extremely loyal and willing to fight to protect the people they love. They do show affection in their own way, including silently hanging out and lightly headbutting their friends like a cat. Secretly loves puns <3

Crown of Fools!

A body stealing demon, Crown tricks people into wearing their physical form (the crown) in order to go on adventures and cause chaos. It loves to ditch the bodies it's possessing in terrible places, forcing them to deal with the consequences of what she's been up to. They also steal the pronouns of the person they've been possessing once it leaves!

Mao The Magpie King!

*hands you a shiny rock hands you a shiny rock hands you a shiny-* Not actually a norn, it just happens to look an awful lot like one. It loves finding pretty things and sharing them with its favourite people. If you're close enough, it will gladly carry you around for a nice flight. It also likes to cause problems <3

Aethus!

A very normal bard :) He's an ex-thief who turned to being a bard in his quest for revenge against the man that tried to kill him. He's had a redemption arc against his will but it worked out for the better for him! He likes to lounge around like an oversized cat and will appear randomly in order to give things he thinks his friends and loved ones might like. He also purrs <3

Inixori!

Worlds worst woman <3 She's highly murderous and has great fun doing it. She's tall, strong, and likes to whistle while chasing down the people she's trying to kill. She's missing an eye cause she got too silly goofy with a knife and her friend <3

#i got carried away oops #statistical nonsense #i need some new screens of lili i think #i'm dealing with uhhh real bad times atm so the resulting bit of writing and maybe edits might take a little while #but i promise it shall be done <3 #ignore the fact i had to edit this oops

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oddballwriter · 1 year

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What it’s like to date and be in a relationship with the MH guys

Summary: My headcanons on what I think it would be like to be in a relationship with Jay, Alex, Brian, and Tim.

Warnings: I will occasionally bring up the events of the Marble Hornets series with them so be aware of that, but for the most part this is just what I think they are like as your boyfriends. Mentions of death, grief and grieving, being stalked, and holding in trauma

Relationship: romantic

Author’s Snip: I know I said that I would have all the slenderverse guys together but I have a feeling that this is going to be a long one so I’m going to have them have respective posts.

Notes: Jay is canonically gay, this has been confirmed, if you do not identify as male/masc then you can skip his.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy!

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Jay

I mentioned in my love language post that your relationship with him would be “low maintenance”

What I mean by that isn’t that it hardly feels like your in a relationship but rather that being in a relationship with him is just easy and simple

You guys’ dates mostly consist of just having movie nights and over all just being in each others company

I did say his love language was quality time after all

He’s not a pda kind of guy

He’ll hold your hand and maybe steal a few loving glances while in public but he’s not all over you, however when in private he will hold you close a little and have the occasional cuddle and kisses

You two are near each other all the time tho

Wherever Jay goes, you go, and vice versa

It’s not like a dependency or that dramatic ass “I CAN’T STAND NOT BEING WITH YOU!” thing

You and him just straight up follow each other around cause why not?

The whole group is used to you being with Jay all the time and welcome it since they think you’re cool

They actually think it’s weird when you aren’t together cause they’ve gotten so used to it

(w/ MH events)

If we wanna add in the events of the MH channel, you are probably right next to him in his pursuit of answers on what happened to Alex and what the hell his going on

Why wouldn’t you? You knew Alex too and saw his change in behaviors and decline before running away. Also, why not support your boyfriend in this weird little escapade?

Once shit gets heavy and you have to deal with two masked stalkers, a faceless monster, and the person you were looking for trying to kill you, Jay feels awful

He brought you into the line of danger

He honestly cares more that you’re in danger rather than the fact that he’s in danger

When he died you were obviously devastated and in shambles

He probably didn’t tell you where he was going because he knew it was dangerous and didn’t want you to get hurt anymore, he wanted you to be safe for once

It was a stupid idea of him to even go there at all, but I guess he loved you enough to keep you safe from something that he felt could be the most dangerous thing of all

Alex

He’s a really sweet guy

Have you seen him pre-MH? He looks like a sweetheart

Not in that “uwu he baby” way but he just looks really sweet

I also hc that his love language is quality time but he actually wants to take you places and actually do stuff rather than just watch movies

I mean, you do watch a lot of movies but it’s not as simple as it would be with Jay

He talks all about his latest projects with you because film is his passion and he wants to be a filmmaker, so he’s gonna talk about it. Listen you him ramble, please. It lets him know that you care about his passions and are supportive of him

He doesn’t want you to constantly be around him, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like to be around you, but sometimes he just can’t find an excuse to have you with him all the time

He would like to but, like, honestly, what are you really gonna do on a film set other than play assistant?

And his assistant you are not

He’s probably such dork, he looks like one and always has (/lh)

You have dork for a boyfriend

(w/ the events of MH)

If you were dating while the og Marble Hornets was being filmed then you probably noticed his change pretty early if not first to notice

Your little dates and hangouts get less and less and even when you do, there’s something off about him

At first you think like everyone else and assume that Marble Hornets is putting a lot of stress on him. He’s probably ranted about all the things going wrong on set

But then he gets worse and he just never comes to see you anymore

I’m gonna say that you weren’t infected with operator or showed no signs at all and so he leaves you alone

He probably sent you a break up text basically just saying that somethings have happened and that you guys aren’t going to work out anymore and then just disappears off the face of the planet with not farther explanation

It’s not you, it’s him, he didn’t wanna get you infected and needing to do what he thought was ‘helping’

Jay probably asked you what Alex said to you before he left once he starts the channel but you only tell him what you know

You were pretty much in the dark about what he was seeing and going through

Brian

Boyfriend material, absolute boyfriend material

I don’t wanna pull the golden retriever boyfriend card but...

Look at him

I have no choice

Dude, dude, he loves you

He’s a very affectionate guy and he’s not shy to have some pda

If he wants to hold you and kiss you, he’s gonna hold and kiss you

I hope you like physical affection, because that’s his love language

He also says “I love you” and compliments you all the time

All the damn time

If you are very feeling bad about something or yourself, give him a call or have him come over. All that sadness is gone!

Love is stored in the Brian

Brian is a very friendly guy and gets along with everyone along with being pretty cool, so if anyone is being rude to you, he’ll kindly tell them to knock it off

But if someone is a complete asshole, oh boy, he’s gonna lay it down and tell them to get the fuck out of there with their bullshit attitude

No one is mean to his loved ones, especially his partner

(w/ events of MH)

If I’m correct, in the series, its mentioned that he just went missing and he stayed missing since no one knew he was Hoodie the entire time

When he went missing, you got worried sick

It’s not like him at all to just vanish without saying anything to anyone, especially you

You just hold onto hope that he’ll show back up and everything will be fine

You honestly wouldn’t even ask questions, you would just be happy to have your boyfriend back home safe

He does stalk you a bit as Hoodie, but he never lets you see him

Ever

He also doesn’t “check on you” as often either

He doesn’t want to rope you into the massive mess he’s in and put you in harms way so he just watches you from an even farther distance than he does with Jay and Tim and Alex

He also doesn’t wanna scare you either so he doesn’t do it as much

He just wants to watch over you and make sure you’re safe form all of this

You obviously never get to know whatever happened to him

But I guess it’s lucky of you to live unaware

Tim

He looks so brooding and like he doesn’t want anyone to talk to him

But like, if you look at him when he’s not going through all nine rings of hell and then some, he’s just an awkward and shy person

But in a cute way

Idk but the fact that he’s kinda awkward makes him cute and charming in a way

I’ve mentioned that you’re probably the first serious relationship he’s been in if not his first relationship at all, so he kinda doesn’t really know what to do

Your dates are mostly late night drives around town and maybe going to an occasional hangout stop or go see a movie rather than an actual “proper” date

If you wanna go eat somewhere he’s fine with that but closed spaces with lots of people kinda make him a little nervous, plus he seems like he enjoys more quiet things with you

The quiet lets him and you focus on each other and that makes the date more special to him

He’s a little bit scared to integrate physical affection at first and still occasionally is, but once you let him know that you are open for him the be affectionate like that then he feels comfortable

Pda makes him nervous since he doesn’t like drawing attention to himself very much but he’ll hold your hand

One small form of pda that he’s okay with and actually loves is when you guys are sitting close together and you put your head on his shoulder

He can’t explain why but it just makes him happy

In private, he likes to cuddle with you

He doesn’t really care if he’s big or little spoon

But sometimes when he’s having a rough patch or moment, he prefers to be little spoon but won’t mention it

He very clearly/obviously went through stuff in his past and he has some baggage from it that he can’t let go

Help him with that

You don’t need to be his therapist or anything like that

Just, give him some reassurance that you’re here for him and that he can be vocal about the things he went through and how he feels

(w/ events of MH)

I’m gonna format this that you and him get together after everything that happens

I honestly think that Tim genuinely became a hermit and never made many close connections with anyone other than Jessica

But I guess you found a way

He’s scared, really scared

He’s terrified of passing his disease onto you

He’d obviously never tell you everything about what happened or either doesn’t say anything at all

The most he’ll say is that in his past a lot of the people that he loved and cared about ended up getting hurt because of him

He has such awful survivor’s guilt and is holding in so much

You might not know everything but it means a lot to him that you’re there and there for him

Sometimes when he’s having a rough night, he either calls you asking you to come over or if he can come over

Say yes

You’re the only form of comfort he has outside of therapist’s office

Tell him that he’s okay and that you’re okay

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