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Bloody knees

VI - The knight

Pairing: Enki x reader

CW: Description of gore

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Summary: As you get closer to entering Ma'habre, you decide take rest for the night, only to be rudely awakened with a blade pressed to your throat. You decide to aid the culprit, who seeks out an imprisoned man, one that the priest seems rather familiar with.

It had been a couple hours so far since you and the priest had performed the ritual and the journey had become tiresome once more. You had both agreed never to speak of this again and surprisingly the journey wasn’t unbearably awkward, besides some tension it was fine. Eventually, as both of your legs started giving out, you’d wandered into a seemingly safe room.

It smelled dank, and felt somewhat colder than the rest of the dungeon. There was one bed propped up against a corner, and facing is was a statue of a woman holding what looked like a crow. You averted your eyes from it, staring too long made you feel uneasy. Once more in the centre of the small room was an unlit campfire that Enki had already begun tinkering with.

You placed your satchel on the bed and dusted the sheets, clearing some of the dungeons grime that had built up. You produced some of the food that you’d gathered from a pocket in your bag and returned to sit by the campfire that had now been lit. Tired embers fell from the flame, biting at your toes, making you let out a slight yelp as you pulled yourself back out of reflex. “Watch yourself.” Enki scolded you, his eyes dark and stern boring holes into you. Though you swore you saw the priest grin for a split second…

“I wish that there was some way of getting clothes down here…” You breathed onto the hot food that the priest handed to you, sucking in the warm that radiated from it. “I’m confident we will find some, eventually… “He said after a pause, attaching more skewers onto the scorching heat. You considered his words for a moment; it was rather odd that you hadn’t found much material yet. The cloth that you had found was now drenched in the priest’s blood in some hallway. The same hallway you’d shared that intimate moment with only a few hours ago…

“I have a question.” You asked, resting your head on one of your hands drearily. You studied the priest, the crackling flame lighting up his face in contrast to the dark room. “Is it about the incident?” Enki shot you a flustered glare, before reluctantly chewing on a piece of stale bread. “No! No, it isn’t!” You corrected, awkwardly taking a drag of tobacco. “I’m just curious about something…” Enki raised a brow. “What?” “Why did you decide to become a dark priest?”

He stared at you with a conflicted look on his face before leaning himself back slightly, his gaze dragging across the ceiling. “I was born and raised to become this... It was never a choice of mine, although…” Enki hesitated a moment, his eyes softening as they met yours. “I must say I do not think anything else could suit me better.”

“How so?” Enki lifted his palm to the fire, causing small ripples to appear and spring off the open flame. “It enables me to achieve my full potential in this word. For my yearning mind to solve enigmas, unearth vast knowledges few mortals have ever discovered.” He shut his eyes, lost in a brooding trance before they snapped back open. “In short, It has satiated my drive for understanding pertaining to this cruel existence.”

You were at a loss of words for a short moment before forcing out a nod, curving your mouth into an understanding smile. “Is that what lead you down to these dungeons?” “Yes.” Enki twiddled a piece of his hair across a finger. “At the brisk of death… I was granted a vision.” You fought back the desire to flood him with a surplus of pointless questions, instead looking on at him In awe attempting to hide how intrigued you were.

“It was of a prophet, residing here in these very dungeons.” You took another drag of tobacco, blowing the smoke out above the fire. “So, you’re searching for him?” “Not exactly.” Enki held out his hand, reluctantly you passed him the pipe. “The gods guided me. But…now that I’m here I’m free to do as I wish.” He took a drag, his eyes relaxing as soon as the smoke entered his lungs. You hesitated a moment, unsure whether you should tell him about the headaches you had, before letting out a sigh. “So… your goal is to go to this ‘Ma’Habre?’”

He nodded, exhaling the fumes into the misty room. “Yes. I have reason to believe that there may be a place there that contains crucial information.” Taking a long pause Enki passed the pipe back to you, absentmindedly rubbing the side of his face which had now been plagued by fatigue. “The cube you gave me… It’s the key to accessing it. Now all I need is to find that cursed entrance.” He sighed squeezing his temples before rising from the floor. Your eyes followed him, studying his movements curiously. “What are you doing?” “Rest.” He stated walking over to the singular bed and laying himself down on it.

“You’re not eating anything else?” He turned back to look at you, and the remainder of the food cooking above the dying fire. “Eating will only slow me down.” “Eating will give you energy” You retorted. An unreadable expression crossed his face for a split second before he shook his head, angling himself against the wall, leaving a comfortable amount of space for you. “I have enough energy gifted to me by the gods. I have hardly any use for food.”

The priest opened a book and started flicking through pages, which you took as him ending the conversation. You turned back towards the fire that had now dwindled to a low whisper, the heat from it slowly seeping away into the cold air, turning the room almost pitch black.

Getting to sleep that night had been rough. The surplus of food you’d forced into your body had made your stomach writhe and bloat, nausea creeping up your throat, the taste of bile lining your tongue. All while you could faintly make out Enki’s silhouette sleeping peacefully next to you. You wondered what he might be dreaming of- if he even dreamed at all- it wasn’t the type of conversation you’d ever have with him.

Your mind wandered back to the moment of passion the two of you had shared once more, you could hardly believe it had even taken place. It was almost a blur however you couldn’t shake off the memory of undeniable pleasure you’d gained from it, the feeling of his body and yours joining in such an intimate and personal way… it sent a shiver down your spine and lulled you into a peaceful sleep.

You opened your eyes, feeling an awkward pressure digging into your neck- it felt cold and sharp… You jolted awake, trying to keep as still as possible while above you, you could make out a figure. The blade which prodded at your skin was sharp, you could tell that it would make quick work of you in an instant if you dared to move or call for help. Your eyes darted around the room for Enki but he was nowhere to be found. The stranger held a torch closer to your face lighting you up before she let out a gasp, withdrawing her sword from you.

“I’m so sorry- I thought you were one of those… monsters…” The stranger said. Her voice was soft and determined, yet slightly hoarse. As she lifted the torch away from your face you could make her out much better- her skin was pale, her eyes a mystic blue and her hair cut into a practical bob. You let out a sigh of relief as you lifted yourself to your feet, rubbing your neck which had begun to bleed from a small cut caused by the pressure. Taking a closer look at the woman, she seemed to be dressed in armour, the type a powerful and prideful knight would wear.

“I’m D’arce.” She announced, a kind smile prying open her lips, as she extended a hand towards you. “I’m… erm, y/n.” You managed to muster, coyly taking her hand. She shook it, her grasp on you firm against the trembling grip the adrenaline rushing though you caused. “You wouldn’t happen to have seen a man around here perhaps?” She asked, a certain urgency in her tone. You cocked your head to the side, earning a sigh from the knight. “A blonde, about thisss tall.” She said, pointing her hand to a few inches above her.

“Perhaps… that’s a rather vague description you give. Does this man have a name?” You questioned, scratching at the back of your neck. You silently prayed that she wasn’t searching for the priest, if the knight had a problem with Enki, you weren’t confident that he would win against her in a fight…

“Le’garde.” The woman sighed, drearily, a lost and conflicted look on her face. “He’s trapped down here, sentenced to death and I need to find him.” She expressed to you; her voice shaking with a pained melody. Your heart sunk at the woman’s words, you felt strangely sorry for her. She cared a lot about finding this man… and something deep inside of your gut urged you to help her.

You nodded with all the understanding you could muster before grabbing your satchel from beside the bed and slinging it over your shoulder. “I want to help you…” You began, studying the woman’s expression intensely. “In fact, I think I might be able to. My… friend knows a lot more about these dungeons than I do.” “Your… friend?” She pointed her gaze towards Enki’s satchel before narrowing her eyes. “Kind of.”

“Well, I certainly hope he’s not the same man I met earlier in this dungeon.” She spat, the slight hostility in her tone bouncing off the dark room. “Who did you meet…?” D’arce grumbled something under her breath, crossing her arms and sheathing her sword. “A thief, that’s who.” Her sour expression turned somewhat remorseful. “Although… he did rescue me from some rather… nasty creatures.”

“It sounds like you’ve had… quite the experience.” You leaned against the rusty bedpost, still transfixed on how mystical the woman looks- it was nothing like you’d ever seen before, well in your short few days of newfound existence. “Certainly… I can’t wait to leave this wretched place. I just need to find Le’garde…”

“Am I interrupting something?” Called a familiar voice behind the both of you. D’arce spun around and pointed her sword up to the priest’s throat in reflex, causing him to shoot her an agitated look. “This is who I told you about…!” You said, desperately trying to diffuse the situation, taking a step closer to the frightened Knight.

“My apologies.” She cleared her throat, once again sheathing her blade and giving Enki a slight bow. In return, the priest raised a brow towards you, his face plagued with confusion and annoyance, which only seemed to fuel your anger. Whatever the importance of what he’d been doing, by leaving you asleep and vulnerable he’d endangered you. If the knight hadn’t been so diligent and spared you- you would’ve surely lost your head to her.

“You’re back.” You stated, not bothering to hide your bitterness. “This is D’arce, we will be aiding her.” You announced shooting a friendly glance in the knight’s direction. The priest’s eyes widened with irritation before he sighed, pinching his temples. “No we will not.” His eyes shot daggers into the two of you.

“When we made our deal, you specifically stated that the only person I’d have to drag with me would be you. That is what I agreed to.” “Yes, and you failed to do that by leaving me alone here this morning.” You seethed, through gritted teeth. A look of guilt flashed across his face before he shook his head, his eyes darkening.

A few still moments passed while Enki mumbled undiscernible words to himself, before pointing his attention towards the knight who seemed to be watching the ordeal with keen interest. “Fine. What is it you need?” He questioned her with unconcealed arrogance.

“I need your help finding a man named Le’garde.” D’arce’s expression softened once more at the topic of discussion. “He was taken hostage, and is being held prisoner in the depths of this dungeon… I’ve been looking everywhere I can but to no avail. Please, help me find him.”

You caught the priest glance towards you in the corner of your eye, his stoic demeanour slipping as he watched you with an emotion, you’d never seen him display before. However, as soon as you noticed it, it had disappeared and was replaced by his usual callousness. “Tell me about this man.” “He uhh… he is…was… my superior.” She spurted out, suddenly flustered. “The captain of the knights of the midnight sun, he was sent to his execution here, by the Kingdom of Rondon.” Enki's body stiffened, his face lighting up in recognition, a sudden air of curiosity possessing him. He cleared his throat, twirling a piece of pale hair between his fingers, humming a low melody to himself.

“Yes… that seems awfully familiar… I’m confident I know who you speak of. Unfortunately, I don’t possess the knowledge of his whereabouts.” The knights hopeful smile quickly dissipated into a frown as she processed the priests’ words. “We plan to venture deeper though… right, priest?” You questioned; your tone as sympathetic as you could muster. He stayed silent, walking behind you to reach for his satchel. “Which means that we’ll most likely find him there, D’arce!” The knight’s lips spread into a weak smile before sighing to herself. “I suppose you’re correct… would you be willing to accompany me?” Before Enki could retort you nodded gleefully.

“As long as it doesn’t interfere with my journey, I will allow it.” You heard him mumble from behind you. The knight's lips spread into a thankful smile before she lifted her torch to the room’s exit, her gaze following yours out into the unwelcoming darkness. “Do the both of you need more time to prepare? Or should we set off immediately?” She asked, looking back and forth between you and the priest.

“No.” Enki stated blankly, his cold eyes flickering towards you before he disappeared into the hallway without another word.

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could you make headcannons for how the dn guys (matt, mello, L, aiber) would act as your boyfriend? :3

Of course! Also adding Light!

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Light:

- His love languages are giving gifts and physical touch.

- Will plan date nights to the most expensive restaurants he can find in the area for big occasions. 

- Buys you overpriced jewellery for your birthday/anniversary/Christmas/etc…

- If you’re having a problem, he will insist to help you solve it and do so as logically as he can.

- Likewise, if you were studying, he would help you revise your studies by making flashcards for you.

- Smells like expensive cologne.

- Overexplains things to you if you don't understand them.

- Very passionate about his hobbies/career and makes that known to you by talking about it A LOT.

L:

- His love languages are words of affirmation and quality time.

- Let’s you talk to him about any issues you’re having and listens attentively throughout.

- Enjoys playing chess with you, if you don’t play then he’ll insist on teaching you.

- His grammar through texting is meticulous.

- Tries to help you cut out any bad habits you have, eg; smoking, drinking, etc…

- He loves having thoughtful and meaningful conversations with you, and always asks for your advice on something before he makes a decision.

- He’s very afraid of you getting hurt, makes sure not to include you in any of his investigations for that reason.

- Spends a lot of time working on his investigations, doesn’t get to see you as often as he’d like to.

- When he does see you, he doesn’t enjoy going out, would much rather plan an activity at home.

- Enjoys cooking and baking! Will cook you your favourite meal and bake sweet treats for you to eat while he is working.

- Very keen to learn more about you, often asks you loads of questions.

- Texts you frequently while he is working to check up on you.

- He zones out and thinks about you when he’s running errands/working.

- He sometimes has very strange cravings.

Mello:

- His love languages are acts of service and giving gifts.

- He will take you out on bike rides to abandoned places he finds + you have a few spots you regularly go to together.

- VERY dry texter (Replies to your texts with just y? or k.)

- Buys you WAYY too many gifts, if you tell him you like the look of something he would have bought it for you by the next day.

- Secretly very overprotective over you.

- You’re set as the lock screen to his phone/computer.

- He occasionally pulls all nighters with you.

- Likes it when you surprise him with chocolate + sweets.

- Deep down, he get’s very jealous over you but tries his hardest to hide it.

- Listens to metal + owns TONS of band shirts.

- You bond over the bands and music you listen to.

- Knows how to play the guitar + Learns songs for you.

- Smells like Gasoline.

Matt:

- The chill boyfriend archetype.

- His love language is quality time and physical touch.

- He LOVES I repeat LOVES when you are interested in the same things as him!

- You bond by playing video games and occasionally taking smoking breaks.

- He encourages you to talk about your nerdy interests with him + shares his own.

- Likewise, he makes an effort to learn about said interests when you’re not around to impress you.

- Knows loads of niche internet slang.

- Knows how to code, would code a cute happy birthday message for you.

- He’s very tech savvy, therefore would help you out if you were having a problem with any of your devices.

- If you smoke, he will always light your cigarette for you, especially if you can’t light it yourself.

- He secretly has a collection of rare lighters + rare cigarettes.

- If you were to get into a confrontation with someone, he’d try to diffuse it with comedy.

- He has a soft spot for romcoms.

- He uses emoticons when texting you.

- Takes time out of his day to randomly text you.

- Encourages you to wear his clothes.

- If he sees something he thinks you’d like he would definitely buy it for you.

- You both have LOADSSS of inside jokes together.

- Tries to get on well with your friends.

- Massive night owl.

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Bloody knees

V - Ritual

Pairing: Enki x reader

CW: NSFW, Description of gore

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Summary: After an almost deadly encounter, Enki is badly wounded. You offer to help him heal by performing a ritual to the goddess of life and creation; Sylvian.

You’d both found yourself pinned against a door, gasping for air, your shivering body desperately trying to regain composure. Your lungs burned and your face was hot red, a sticky mixture of sweat and blood dripping down your body. The fight had been unexpectedly perilous and you were lucky to escape alive. Even more shocking was the fact that you’d both managed to slay the beast, escaping out the pit before you could alert more creatures.

Slumped over and catching your breath, your eyes met Enki’s, and for the first time you noticed vulnerability painted all over his face. His teeth were gritted shut, exhaling painful shallow breaths, his hands tightly cupping his abdomen. You let your mouth hang open wide for a minute before you gathered yourself and approached him. “Are you hurt….?” You asked, concern plaguing your voice. You noticed the priest scoff slightly at your words, removing a hand from his stomach and showing it to you. It was covered in blood, the dark thick substance pooling out from his wound, staining the floor red.

You took that as your answer and dropped to your knees, placing your hands on his to help prevent any more of the blood from gushing out of him. “…What are you doing?” His eyes had widened and he let a scowl from on his lips. “I’m saving your life, now sit down!” You commanded pressing your palm against him. He begrudgingly agreed and let his back press against the wall as he slipped down to your height, gasping in pain as his wound opened even more due to the movement. A few strands of his hair were messily plastered onto his face, as he glared at you with an unreadable expression.

You attempted to determine how deep the wound was, pressing your fingers into his flesh. He writhed beneath before you watched his eyes darken. Hands came up to grab your wrists stopping you from going any further. “Be careful, woman!” He scolded you, his breathing shallow and pained. “I’m sorry- this has to happen, just stay still and I will make this quick.” You reassured, prying your hands away him to delve into your satchel. You pulled up a bag of herbs and a piece of scrap cloth you’d fashioned into a bandage. He narrowed his eyes at the sight of the equipment but chose to keep his mouth shut, giving you a slight nod as you began to wrap the cloth around him. He winced at the sudden pressure; his pupils completely blown out as they fixated onto yours.

You frantically wrapped around the wound. “Damn it…” You cursed, watching your attempts go to waste as the blood leaked straight through the cloth, adding to the dark puddle that had formed on the floor. Enki was a pale man but his skin had begun to turn yellow he’d lost so much blood; you weren’t sure you’d be able to save him if you didn’t act fast immediately. “P-priest, how can I save you!?” You stuttered out, your voice shaky with concern. Enki’s eyes darted towards his satchel and then back towards yours, his gaze lingering a slight bit too long on your lips before he gritted his teeth and shook his head. “There is one way…” He begun, as one hand pressed against his abdomen, the other reaching for his satchel and pulling out a book.

“It’s a ritual, one performed by worshippers of Sylvian; the goddess of creation. Though am I right to assume you’ve never heard of such a being?” He slowly pried through the pages his eyes thoroughly grazing across each section. You paused, thinking to yourself a moment before shaking your head. “I’m not sure…” You admitted, sitting down cross-legged on the cold stone, causing a shill to run up your spine. “Then it’s probably for the best we don’t attempt it…” He exhaled a long breath before closing the book and laying it next to him, letting his head lean back again the stone. “What? Why?” You grabbed the tome and planted it back in his grasp. “No! I will not accept that, you will die otherwise, look at you!” You gestured to the gash which hadn’t ceased seeping out dark liquid.

He looked at you sternly before he scoffed, leaning his face closer to yours. “Fine, but do not blame me if this thickens the air for the remainder of the journey.” He spat, flicking to a page in the book. “It’s a healing ritual… one that heals both participants…” “Yes, so how is it performed?” Enki broke eye contact, squeezing his temple and wincing in discomfort at what he was about to say. He cleared his throat and pulled on your wrists again, this time much tighter than before. “I can’t believe I am saying this… To perform the ritual one must unite themselves with at least one other person.” You cocked your head to the side, raising a brow. “By that I mean… Intercourse.” He elaborated letting go of you; his face devoid of any colour.

“I’ll do it.” The priest stayed silent a moment his mouth slightly agape with surprise, before nodding, his eyes locking onto yours once more. They were half lidded from the fatigue and blood loss, his gaze had become unfocused and glazed over. “Let us not waste any time then… for what it’s worth… thank you.” He sighed, his gaze softening. You nodded, climbing on top of him of gently as you could, earning a pained groan from the priest as he sucked in quick breaths of air. “-Sorry” “It’s fine.” You winced as his hands steadied themselves on your hips, rubbing across the sore bruises adorning your body, causing you to let out a slight whimper. “Does that hurt?” Enki muttered through gritted teeth. “No- it’s okay.”

You weren’t sure whether you were or weren’t a virgin- whatever the case was it didn’t matter as you had no memory of any previous encounters. You smiled awkwardly as Enki pulled you closer to him, his own expression conflicted in itself. “Are you sure that you want to do this?” He asked as your bodies pressed up against each other tighter and tighter. He desperately attempted to cling onto a calm demeanour however you could feel his heartbeat thumping violently in his chest, beads of sweat rolling down his face. His body felt thinner than you expected, you could feel his bones press up against you, prodding at your flesh. “I am not going to let you die, Enki.” You assured him, trailing your fingers up his legs. He bit his lip as he felt you lift up his robe exposing himself to the cold air of the dungeon. You kept your eyes glued to his face, as he reluctantly pulled you on top of him. He shot you a nervous look before screwing his eyes shut, letting a moan slip from his lips.

You felt his blood trickle down your leg mixing with the sweat and moisture that leaked out from you, letting out shallow breaths as you clumsily grinded on top of him, feeling him pulsate inside of you. The sharp pain quickly subsided and turned into an ecstasy, only exemplified by the disgruntled priests tight grasp on your body. Enki’s eyes were wide, colour seeping back into his face, desperately trying to avert his gaze to avoid coming to terms with what was happening. You swatted away some loose hairs that’d stuck to his forehead and leaned in further to his face. “M-may I kiss you?” You asked in between thrusts. “…You may…”

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you closed the distance between the both of you, moaning against his lips. He kissed you softly, his lips as cold as the rest of his body, the taste of iron and herbs lingering on your lips. His hands slipped up to rest on your waist, pulling you further into him as you felt him beginning to take charge with a silent determination. A few minutes of ecstasy passed; your bodies pressed tightly together fighting off death itself as you begun to feel yourself slip into a trance. “Resist it…” Enki spoke against your neck, exhaling weak breaths against your skin, causing the hairs on your body to stand up. You did as you were told and refused to let yourself succumb to the trance-like state.

Finally, his grip on your body tightened as you sped up your movements, rolling into him as a painful knot formed in your abdomen. You were both drenched in your own sweat and blood as you finally reached your climax, briefly hearing soft whimpers slip out of the priest’s mouth, as he seeped into you.

Enki let his back fall against the wall, the little colour he had returning to his face, as he fixed his robe. “Did it work?” You asked through heavy breaths, collapsing onto his chest. He raised a brow at the gesture before bringing himself to awkwardly pat your lower back, averting his eyes to where the wound had been. You follow his gaze, only to find that the only thing left was a faint scar.

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Bloody knees

IV - Morbid sceneries

Pairing: Enki x reader

CW: Description of gore

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Summary: Your descent into the dungeon leads you to encountering a disgusting cavern, along with it's inhabitant.

You dragged your bleeding feet across the cobbled floor, tracing a finger absentmindedly onto the archaic engravements speckled across the hallway’s walls. Enki walked ahead of you, focused on a map he had picked up, God knows what it contained. He hadn’t showed you, in fact he had barely said anything to you since your discussion the evening prior, which admittedly wasn’t unusual.

The past few hours of travel were indescribably awkward- in fact the entire night had been. You’d hardly gotten any sleep due to the thick tension in the air between you and the priest, relentlessly tossing and turning until you had surely passed out from exhaustion. You couldn’t help but wonder if you’d always been this socially inept before your mind was pulverised. In fact, even Enki himself seemed to read tones better than you and he was hardly the sociable person. Either way, there was no point dwelling on it you’d thought to yourself.

Your ankles ached from the continuous pressure that your feet had been subjected to, and your calves thrummed in agony, you couldn’t wait for this to end. When you had first woken up alone and scared with dried blood caked over your face like some battered calf, the dungeons mysteries were frightening to say the least. The unknown horrors hadn’t ceased to loom over you, however with company and the rest you’d gotten, albeit brief, you felt more equipped to face danger.

As Enki reached the end of the hallway, he muttered something under his breath before he lifted up the torch he held, shining it against a marking on the wall. “This is… strange.” He said under his breath, slight hesitation clung to his tone, his eyes straining to see what was inscribed. He ran his index across a scripture which had been carved into the stone. “These markings… they’re written about the god of the depths… how peculiar.” “The god of the depths?” Enki turned to face you, a blank expression on his gaunt face. “Yes,” His eyes fixed back onto the stone. “An obscure god, very little is known about it.” He spoke his voice even more distant than it usually was, his eyes were still fixated onto the wall.

You walked to the doorway you had found yourselves at before sticking your head into what seemed like a set of stairs. You cocked a brow, turning back towards the priest, “Are you certain that this is the right way?” He broke away from his trance, raising a brow at you, a slight grimace on his face before nodding. “Yes, I am sure.” He sighed, rubbing his temple. “Come on then, let’s not waste any time.” You called out to him, turning towards the unknown and commencing the descent down the steps, Enki muttering something under his breath behind you.

As you walked further down you began to smell something… unusual. The smell of death. The repulsive smell caused tears to well up in your eyes, and you quickly stuck a hand to your mouth to prevent you from being sick. You heard the priests’ footsteps behind you, slow and calculated as you both reached the end of the steps, leading to a doorway. As you stood side by side, the stench had only gotten worse, you turned to face the priest, his eyes were fixated on the door ahead of him, slightly wincing with disgust. “Please tell me I’m imagining that smell…” You held back pitiful coughs, your mouth firmly sealed shut. Enki ignored you walking closer to door that blocked your way.

It was reenforced, the once strong metal covered in rust and grime, scratches imbedded into the damaged wood. You looked to the priest, opening to mouth to let another question spill out before he began chanting in an ancient language you had never heard before. Before long the door lit up in flames, burning away the wood in an instant, leaving the corroded metal behind to form a sad pile on the stone floor. You weren’t sure whether to feel scared or amazed at the dark priests display of power, although you’d imagined him to be well versed in spells this was the first time, you’d seen him in action and you couldn’t help but feel a tinge of fear.

You kept your mouth sealed as you stepped over the metal where that repulsive smell only seemed to get stronger and stronger. As you reached the end of the hall you saw a light emanating in the distance. It was faint but bright enough to make out something red… flesh like coming from the source of the stench. Crossing into the area, you stifled a gasp. Before you, was a disturbing sight. The walls were made out of piles of fragmented bodies, and the floor was crawling with blood and guts. The priest’s eyes darkened as he held out a torch against one of the deceased. “…In all my studies I have never seen anything like this…” His expression was unreadable; Curiosity? Terror? Disgust? He carried himself down the area, gesturing for you to follow him.

The pit you found yourselves in was unusually quiet, apart from a constant low pulsing sound coming from the walls themselves. “Are we still on the correct path?” The priest shot you an annoyed look before pinching his temples with a sigh. “Yes, now be quiet. We must get through this area and find our way to the basements.” You trudged through the viscera with haste, trying to not let your gaze linger on the thousands of corpses you frequented. Hundreds of questions spun through your mind; Where did these corpses even come from? How were they not decaying? Who is responsible for all of this? Perhaps it was best that you don’t find out…

As you both neared the exit you let out an audible sigh of relief, hopefully you’d never have to cursed with witnessing this atrocity again. Ahead of you Enki had stayed silent, most likely brooding about something beyond your understanding. Your eyes planted onto your feet; slipping and sliding through the fleshy mess that encompassed the both of you, you hoped that soon you could properly wash yourself off of the gore.

All of a sudden, something grabbed you, you looked up to find the priest stood beside you, his hand firmly anchored onto your shoulder, stopping you from going any further. You furrowed a brow, turning your focus to his eyes; he was looking straight ahead of you. You follow his gaze and before you, in the dim light was two piercing yellow eyes.

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Something red

V - Cherry silk

Pairing: Gortash x reader

CW: NSFW

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Summary: You and Gortash share a long anticipated evening together.

Almost as soon as those words has slipped from his lips, they crashed into yours, albeit with less passion than you anticipated. He kissed you softly, gently, differently from the embrace you had shared in his office. You enjoyed it. Your arms interloped around his neck, leaning into his body. You could feel the heat radiating from his exposed skin, you wanted more- you craved to feel his exposed body pressed up against your own. You felt him grin against your lips before he broke the embrace, staring down at you with unconcealed fire. “Let’s not… waste any time then,” You were breathless, shivering with need, you couldn’t wait any longer. The tension was excruciating.

The tyrant grabbed you by your hand and lead you out of your room, through his estate. Your confusion turned to glee as he led you into his own room- at least you assumed so. It was as elegant as you’d expect from Gortash, you didn’t have much time to look around before the lord pinned you against a wall, his tongue trailing down your neck, to your chest. “F-fuck…” you let slip, Gortash raised a brow. “Losing your composure already? Are you some sort of amateur?” “That is none of your business.” You averted your eyes from his intense stare before he shrugged, pressing his lips onto your breast earning him a gasp.

You stayed like that for a short moment, enjoying the sensation, lost in kisses before you felt his hands firmly wrap around your waist. You sucked in a cold gasp, instinctually running your hands through his hair as he traced his fingers down your abdomen to your hips. You heard him chuckle as he pressed a thumb against your exposed self, gently moving it to your entrance. He was clearly toying with you, and it was working.

Before Gortash could press any of his fingers inside you, you pushed him back, causing him to land on his bed. You got a better look at it this time around, it was undoubtedly the biggest bed you’d ever seen, fitted with cherry coloured silk sheets. You straddled him, hooking a finger under his belt, hopefully he would get the message. In response he raised a brow. “I wasn’t aware you were so eager.” “You’re one to talk.” He paused, taking a moment to think before that charming grin spread over his lips once more. “Admittedly.” He said as he pulled his shirt over his head. Your eyes wandered over his body, as you pressed a hand to his chest, curiously watching his movements as began to remove his belt, the sound causing you to throb with need.

Before long he had exposed himself, your eyes widened. You felt a tinge of nervousness as your hands wrapped around him, causing his smile to darken. He was bigger than you expected, much bigger. You began to run your hands up and down his length, earning a sigh of approval from him. Increasing the pressure you applied, you pumped his cock in your grasp, precum had already began to trickle down him, how easy. “Curse you…” He muttered through gritted teeth. He’d obviously noticed your grin, and though Gortash’s intentions were for the most part a mystery to you, one of the things you knew for sure is that he hated losing control.

Before long you felt a pressure around your neck, your eyes darted down to spot the source. One hand cupped your chin, the other firmly planted around your neck. Bastard. You let go of him, letting him pin you under him, his hands now tight around your wrists, his knee between your thighs, applying pressure onto you. You writhed under him, pathetically, before you gave up with a sigh.

“You’re a sore loser, Gortash.” He let out a laugh, before he brought his lips beside your ear. “Oh, am I?” He teased, grinding his knee against you. You swallowed, averting your eyes down to his groin. You watched as he let go of your wrists, placing himself at your entrance. You saw something in his eyes soften for a slight second before he pushed the tip of himself inside of you, sliding in with ease- you were soaking wet after all. Even his tip was surprisingly girthy, and could feel him twitch inside of you, gods…

You bucked your hips, trying to feel more of him but the tyrant held his ground, looking down at you as you were some disobedient pet. “What did I tell you before?” You felt his fingers dip into your hip. “Patience, Dear.” “Please… I can’t take this anymore.” You whined, your nails raking over his back, pulling at his handsome dark locks. He rolled his eyes in response, letting out a cruel laugh his voice dripping with lust. He pushed himself into you further, sucking in air through gritted teeth. You let out a breathy moan against his skin, your teeth trailing across his collarbone.

Cascades of pleasure finally hit you as he fit himself all the way inside of you, pounding into you at a slow, teasing pace. He was so large against your body you could almost see stars, moaningly blissfully against his ear, as he pressed his fingers deeper and deeper into the fat of your hips, so rough you were sure he would leave bruises. The tyrant thrusted into you at a controlled pace, stopping every now and then as you clenched around him, causing breathy groans to escape his lips.

As he fucked you faster and faster into his bed you could feel knots forming in your stomach, you weakly grinded into him, hearing how wet you were becoming as Gortash pounded into you. You felt his fingers dig harder into your skin, rough against your flesh- this would surely leave bruises. In retaliation you bit down into his shoulder, so sharp in fact that it drew blood. The tyrant stiffened above you, letting out a pained gasp as his fingers traced the wound. Blood dripped down onto your face, your neck, your breasts… you revelled in it.

You were no Bhaalist but the sight of the lord’s blood on your hands made something inside of you click. You let a grin slip as Gortash seethed. “You little- This again?” He scowled, thrusting a last painful time before pulling himself out of you. “My apologies.” You gleamed, licking the wound, blood dripping down your chin like a rabid dog. His blood tasted amazing, the sickening flavour drove you mad with lust, you wanted to taste more of him.

You let out a yelp as you were flipped over onto your stomach, a hand pushing your face down into a pillow. Before you could react, your hips were raised and you were filled to the brim. This angle allowed his cock to be pushed so much deeper, you could feel him reach parts of yourself you’d never reached before. Your mind went blank as he ceaselessly and mercilessly pounded into you, breathy groans escape his lips and your nails dug into his sheets, clutching the silk as tight as you could.

His hands returned to rest on your hips, still pounding into you a steady pace, one which continued to pick up. As his thrusts got faster and faster, they had likewise gotten sloppy, you could tell that his composure was slipping and you couldn’t help but feel as if your own was too. As you chased your release your shivering body was racked with unbridled ecstasy, sweat mixed with blood pooling beneath you.

You let him twitch one final time inside of you before you felt him spill into your dripping entrance, coating your walls with his seed. Once you were done riding your orgasm you turned over to face him, looking up at him you noticed his eyes were glazed over and he had dried blood coating his chest. With a sigh he collapsed onto you, you caught him in your arms, intertwining a hand in his, as you ran your other through his dishevelled hair.

[cutephlegm]

Something red

VI - Rest with me

Pairing: Gortash x reader

CW: Slight NSFW

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Summary: After being interrupted and cockblocked for days on end you finally confront Gortash.

A time had passed since the encounter you had had with Gortash, and you’d felt the tension which lingered in the air whenever you interacted with the lord. He hadn’t spoken to you much since the incident, however you found yourself at another one of his banquets. It seemed as though every tenday he’d host a luxurious get together for the nobles of the realms. You didn’t mind though; the meetings were stocked full with interesting company that harboured even more interesting conversations. The nobles weren’t as vacuous as you initially thought, some of them you’d even began to know on a personal basis. Likewise, the luxuries which greeted you at the events were unparalleled, and you greatly indulged in them every single time. This was your fourth in total, and you couldn’t help but notice this was the most luxurious of them all.

The tyrant hadn’t spoken to you yet during that evening, unless it was introducing you or exchanging pleasantries. He would pull a charming smile and wrap a hand around your waist in front of the guests as you fawned over him. However, at your core- you felt conflicted, frustrated almost. He had barely even talked to you, occupied with work for the past dew days and even more frustratingly- you hadn’t finished what you had started.

After you’d both been interrupted, Gortash had gotten you to hide under his desk as he answered. You awkwardly scampered under it, adjusting your clothing. Your hair was messy, and sweat clung to your skin, your heartrate still not properly calmed. A couple of minutes passed as he conversed with the patriar before he’d told you could get out from under his desk. When you felt your cheeks warm up, his shirt was still partially unbuttoned and those eyes which dripped with lust were now boring into the ground in frustration. “I need to deal with an arrangement.” He stated, fixing his sleeves. “R-Right-“You were breathless from hiding, and likewise the fact that you were being fingered only a moment earlier. He buttoned his shirt and walked towards his desk to collect some paperwork. “Collect your belongings from your office, I will show you to my estate when I am done.”

You took a sip of liquor and padded your mouth with a napkin, playfully giggling at some joke one of the patriars had made. It was horrendous however Gortash had specifically instructed you to come across as entertained as you could… and you’d reluctantly agreed. This one in particular had been drinking a large amount you couldn’t help but feel pity the display. You couldn’t help but find some of the guests strangely endearing, their names were a mystery to you, too long and regal to wrap your head around, however you were seated next to one of the more familiar ones. The wife of one of the lords at the banquet, a woman around the same age as you with dark hair who fawned over your jewellery. You weren’t sure how much it was worth… It sported an impressive red stone shimmering and gleaming in the warm light. It had surely cost a pretty penny.

Gortash had gifted it to you during one of the times you’d spoken to him since the incident. You’d been adjusting to your new routine, reading one of Gortash’s many manuals trying to kill time when he had let himself into your room. The room in his estate of course. You were relieved to find that he hadn’t made you stay in his, as even though you lusted over the lord you had always held a preference for privacy. His outfit caught your eye- it was a much more casual attire than he usually wore, fitting as you were in his estate after all. As you watched him adjust the collar to his shirt, your pulse sped up and you anticipated he might be there to pick up where you had left off last tenday.

Ever since that encounter he behaved more tentative around you- yet something lit up in his eyes when he saw you nonetheless and this time wasn’t an exception. He cleared his throat and his eyes wandered over the book you’d began to dig into. “Ah I see you’ve been keeping yourself busy,” He grinned, waving a hand towards the tome in your grasp. You rolled your eyes, rubbing your temples. Besides all the luxuries you had to enjoy the only time you ever spoke to people now was during the events, the isolation had started to get to you. “What else is there to do…” He leaned against your desk. “Well… If you’re so interested in literature, Perhaps I could give you permission to frequent the local libraries.”

You acknowledged the thought, considering it for a couple seconds before shooting him a playful glance. “No, it’s fine, there’s more than enough here,” you gestured towards the pile of books that you had taken from Gortash’s personal stash. He let a smirk slip before he tutted to himself. “How very unbecoming of you- taking my personal literature to use for your selfish needs.” His eyes ran across your face, down to your exposed legs before he turned back towards the door. “I didn’t come here to torment you though.” He let out a chuckle and produced a black box from a pocket. You eyed it curiously. “What is that?” You asked, cocking your head to the side. “A gift.” His voice was teasing yet dark. He observed you like a gnoll would gawk at piece of flesh. “How sweet,” Sarcasm oozed from your voice. He narrowed his eyes at you, before placing the small box on a side table, turning to the exit. “Wear it tomorrow, if you haven’t forgotten I’ll be needing to you accompany me.” You certainly hadn’t forgotten. You nodded at him and he had left the room, leaving you to yourself again.

Now, as you sat at the very occasion he had mentioned, anticipation coursed through your body. The entire evening you’d been watching Gortash from the corner of your eye, the same feelings you had from the day before resurfaced- only this time you weren’t even slightly tipsy. Your eyes caught his and without thinking you excused yourself, rushing to the bathroom. You were so pent up… heat pooling between your legs, moisture clinging to your neck, your thighs- you craved him so intensely. It had been ages since you had felt this way about another person.

You locked the door to the bathroom bringing a finger down to the wetness pooling in your underwear. You were so far gone at this point, the shame of what you were about to do barely dawned on you. You reached under the dress you wore, rubbing yourself until your stomach began to knot, biting your lip in an effort to stop any noises escaping from your lips, your free hand clung to the wall to steady yourself as you built up to the orgasm Gortash had denied you of… curse him. Breathless and stifled moans escaped you as you put pressure on yourself, you were insatiable, almost to the point of making yourself sore. Hopefully over the sounds of the many guests outside would drown out any you could make. You breathed in sharp gasps as the build up came to its climax before the knot in your core burst, leaving you panting in a pool of your own sweat.

Later that night back in the lord’s estate- you stripped yourself of your clothing as your ran yourself a bath. You’d never had an ensuite until this day and it certainly wasn’t short as any perks. Just as you rid yourself of your undergarments a knock resonated from your door. How typical… of course now is the time Gortash chooses to disturb you. Yet you felt a grin spread onto your face as you revelled in the idea of him opening the door to find you completely naked. You tutted as you pulled a robe over yourself, making your way over to the door and opening it.

Speak of the devil, the handsome tyrant stood before you, leaning his body against the doorframe. His hair was ruffled up, the shirt he wore to the banquet creased, the buttons undone… he looked exhausted, in fact you were sure you’d never seen him look this tired before. “Gortash?” He blinked, before orientating himself, his eyes shamelessly grazing over your barely covered figure. “Am I interrupting?” “Yes.” He opened his mouth, before closing it again, knotting his brows. A silence entailed before Gortash finally made his point in why he had disturbed you. “Tomorrow I shall be leaving for a few days, while I’m gone, I would like it if you managed the cleaning staff for me, understood?” “Hold on, you’re leaving? Where?” You watched on as Gortash’s smile widened, his dark eyes getting seemingly darker. “That’s none of your concern. Now if you’d excuse me, I will be getting some rest.” He answered.

“Wait, Gortash.” You pulled on the door handle, preventing it from being closed. Your gaze met his once more and he raised a brow at you. You were sick of trying to conceal your intentions towards him, you wanted him then and there and you had finally mustered up the courage to say it. “Rest with me,” You watched as Gortash’s tired body stiffened to the sound of your words. His eyes pried into you, an unreadable expression on his face. “Oh, my dear, ‘wife’” He grinned. “All you had to do was ask.”

[cutephlegm]

Something red

III - Bitter kisses

Pairing: Gortash x reader

CW: NSFW

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Summary: Gortash invites you to discuss your proposition, things get heated.

You felt your head spin, standing at the foot of Gortash’s office. Adrenaline coursed and pumped through your shivering body. A strange nausea writhed in your gut… The anticipation was killing you.

You thought back to just a few hours earlier- when you felt as if you could say anything, without Gortash’s judgement- Alcohol was a formidable thing. The many conversations you’d exchanged had brought you closer… and likewise driven you mad with lust, lips desperate, craving a certain dark-haired gentleman. You fool.

The banquet was supposed to be a crucial step in progressing your career, yet you’d surely made a fool out of yourself in front of the soon to be archduke of Baldur’s Gate. Although, in your drunken stupor you couldn’t quite remember exactly what you’d said… perhaps for the best.

Truthfully though, although you were a nervous wreck at the prospect of the tyrant inviting you to his office, for a personal meeting, a tiny part of you was excited. Perhaps Gortash would even take you up on the silly offer you’d suggested. It wasn’t the worst idea you could’ve proposed… surely, he had at least found it entertaining. Perhaps he had invited you here to let you down softly- although that didn’t seem very in character for the infamous lord Enver Gortash.

You braced yourself and took a final breath of air. It was noon and you weren’t about to keep him waiting. Your hand hovered over the door handle; this could possibly destroy your career if not handled well…

Before you could even knock, the door swung open. You found yourself stood face to face before a familiar man. You stiffened. His shocked expression quickly shifted to a calm bemusement as he took a step back from you, his eyes darting between the floor and your embarrassed expression. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so eager to see me…” His voice was unapologetically smug, your heart couldn’t help but stutter to the sound of it. You immediately recalled the things you’d felt the night before. You averted your eyes towards the floor.

“It’s noon, is it not?” “Correct, my dear, you’re pinpoint on time. I would’ve thought you’d be a busier woman.” He backed into his office, beckoning you to follow. “Well, I’m not one of your clients, Gortash. I work for you; it would be unprofessional to be late.” You followed his lead, sitting at the chair he gestured you to. It didn’t take long for you to notice two glasses, side by side, accompanied by a bottle of fine, luxurious whisky. You hadn’t thought that you’d feel so… at ease, yet you did.

“Oh please, don’t be so formal. This isn’t some work related event… this is a meeting between peers.” Gortash purred, his smooth voice raising goosebumps on your skin. You raised a brow, watching on as Gortash poured the fiery liquid out. “How so…?” “Well… I thought about your silly little proposition… and I found that it would benefit me, as it would you, of course.” As he spoke, he seemed to be in the midst of pondering to himself, an index handily placed on his chin. “In other words, you’re no longer my secretary… you’re much more than that.” His eyes skimmed over the piles and piles of unread letters scattered around his desk before resting back onto you.

You stood still, not daring to open your mouth before you could figure out how you felt. You weren’t sure that this was a bad thing… all the luxuries that would come with being involved with a man like Gortash… even if it was just a facade. It certainly dwarfed your current lifestyle, that of a humble woman who didn’t often treat herself to luxuries. You hummed to yourself, taking a sip of the liquid. It was disgustingly bitter, tasting like bile and burning the back of your throat as you swallowed it. You cleared your throat. He smirked devilishly as he noticed your grimace, taking a sip himself. “Well… I’m not disappointed by that news…” You could barely hide your disbelief at it. In honesty the proposition had simply been a stupid drunken thought nothing more, you hadn’t expected much from it, you silly thing.

Every time you were this close to the lord you noticed small details about him, the unkemptness of his hair- or the dark circles that always lingered under his tired eyes. It made him look even more handsome in a strange way. Those eyes were now firmly fixed onto you.

An hour had passed and you had hardly noticed it, you were so busy listening to the conditions Gortash had come up with, things such as where you would stay, who you would be allowed to interact with, etc… There weren’t any with particularly stood out to you. They were all reasonable considering what you would be receiving.

“…And that seems to be just about it.” Gortash paused, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “However- before I send you on your way, I’d like to know something, wife.” He mocked, though you weren’t sure how you should feel as when he called you by that, as stupid as it sounded it made your chest tighten. You’d rather warmed up to the lord, so this question didn’t strike as much fear as it would’ve usually. “Of course, do ask.” You responded, the kindest smile you could muster stappled onto your lips.

“Is this strictly business to you?” Gortash’s tone was curious, although you could spot something much darker. You felt your blood run cold as his eyes continued to relentlessly bore into you- he was good at building tension. “The way you behaved the last I saw you, was remarkably friendly…” His eyes narrowed as he likely noticed your face redden. “…Although you’re very welcome to prove me wrong.” He averted his gaze to the empty glasses of wine you’d gone through in that past hour, a suggestive smirk crossing his lips.

“Huh I was simply being… polite.” You lied through your teeth. “Were you now?” You paused. Could you lie your way out of this, It was probably unwise to be so considering how you he had already caught onto you… curse you, Gortash…

“Fine… I suppose you’re… not mistaken.” You admitted, with a sigh. “It’s irrelevant though-“ Gortash cut you off, tutting to himself. He stood up from his seat. “It’s very relevant.” He said sternly, although his expression was softer, you couldn’t quite make it out…

His eyes pried into you, deciphering, scheming… as he walked over to the chair you sat in. “I must admit, you can be rather bold at times.” You could feel your body going numb as he looked down at you, with unbridled curiosity. “I admire that in a person.” “…Where is this going, Gortash…?” You raised a brow. “Come here, and find out.” He rested an arm on his desk.

You couldn’t help but listen to him, it was like your body was moving on its own. You stood up, taking a few apprehensive steps in his direction, was this really about to happen? You were so close to him, you could feel the warmth radiating from his body, smell the bitter alcohol on his lips… you wanted a taste. You cleared your throat, now only mere inches away from each other. “What do you want from me?” You asked, a breathless mess. It was embarrassing really- you hadn’t had as much romantic experience in the past… you hoped he wouldn’t notice.

He stood still, looking down at you, you wished that you could hear his thoughts, for there were surely many coursing through his brain at this very moment. “Did I misread you, Y/N?” He narrowed his eyes, a smirk still plastered on his face. “Perhaps you’re not a sharp as I thought.” Gortash scoffed with the sentence, turning his head to the side. “Well, I mustn’t dawdle, I shall get back to work I have-“ “Wait-“ Your hands were suddenly on his chest, grasping at the expensive linen. You couldn’t believe your eyes- that you were really doing this… what had gotten into you!?

Gortash clearly shared the same sentiment, his body was stiff under your touch, his hands grasped at your wrists, pulling you away from him before he paused, looking back down at you again. Not one work escaped either of your lips, as soon you were fighting for air against each other.

He kissed you tenderly, passionately… his hands settled on your hips, pulling you into him. You felt him smirk against your lips, before he pulled you even further into him, your hands finding themselves to unbutton his shirt. The taste of whisky, the way his knee had ended up between your legs… his firm grasp on you… it drove you mad. His eyes followed yours, a smirk creeping onto his lips once he noticed how red your face had become.

You broke free from the kiss, breathless and flustered, he opened his mouth, but before he could even get a word out you kissed him harder, pinning him back again his desk, sending paperwork scattered onto the floor. You took immense pleasure in hearing noises of shock from the tyrant, as you dug your teeth into his lips. Not long after you notice the taste of blood seeping into your mouth, Gortash let out a muffled yelp and he pulled away from you, warm blood gushing down his chin, perhaps you’d bitten him a little too hard…

“You-“ He stopped himself, before a dark grin appeared on his lips. “You are done for.” Before you could react, he had you pinned against his desk, your hands found their way back to claw at his shirt, pathetically trying to remove it. “Patience,” He purred at you, his hands sliding to the sides of your thighs, tracing soft circles on your skin. Your eyes widened slightly as you felt his hands creep higher and higher up your tights, up your skirt… You were a mess, already throbbing with need, if only he could feel how badly you wanted him… Although knowing Gortash, he wouldn’t care, he took pleasure in being cruel.

It didn’t take long for his fingers to trace around you, his touch was light and brief, leaving you craving for more. Yet it soon ramped up in intensity, he dragged a thumb across you, hooking a finger onto your tights, pulling them and your underwear down with expertise. You could tell this wasn’t the first time he’d done this; he was strangely skilled at it.

He continued teasing you, rubbing against the soft fabric, earning a stifled gasp. You could feel the moisture gather as he continued- ceaselessly dragging his fingers backs and forth, in circles, softer, harder, faster, slower… you could see stars. You weren’t sure if he could tell how much you enjoyed this, that is until you heard your own sounds.

You were beginning to lose all of your remaining composure, your blushed face was now red, sweat hot and sticky has accumulated on your face, your palms, your chest… it all felt so feverish. However, Gortash was his usual self, not a hint of anxiety. You scowled, you wanted to wipe that stupid grin off his face, make him shiver like he had done to you.

You needed him, you craved him. Without thinking twice, you trailed a hand down his chest, his abdomen, arriving at his belt. Gortash stiffened, his eyes darted to where your hands were now positioned, already busy getting rid of the obstacle. “Did you not hear me, woman? Be patient.” He snarled at you. He was bad at hiding his arousal… You grinned at his words before shutting him by pulling him into another deep embrace.

The two of you indulged in each other before one thing led to another and now his fingers trailed around your entrance, rubbing you, teasing you. Before you could even make a noise two fingers plunged inside of you, earning a soft gasp you tried to muffle. You were ashamed to admit, that even his fingers made you wince. You hadn’t expected to be that big… you couldn’t imagine what…

Before you even finish that thought his fingers were moving in and out of you. He curled them, hitting spots you didn’t know a person could hit. You took in a sharp breath of air, trying not to make as much noise as you wanted to. He couldn’t find out how much you were enjoying this…

While he moved his two fingers inside of your throbbing core, your knee pushed up against his crotch. He was already rock hard… how predictable. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself knowing that. You pushed harder and you felt his composure slip, he groaned, his eyes shut, his lips tightly sealed, his cock begging to be released. Gods you were so close now.

He removed his fingers from you before reaching for his belt, unclasping it. You could hardly believe this was real… until you both heard a sharp knock coming from the office door.

[cutephlegm]

Something red

II - Vanilla and rosemary

Pairing: Gortash x reader

CW: Slight NSFW

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Summary: You accompany Gortash to the banquet, and in heat of the moment- combined with your consumption of alcohol that evening you admit to the lord more than intend.

You’d tossed and turned that night, restless, desperately trying to get a wink of sleep, but your mind was unforgivingly relentless. You ceaselessly replayed the events that had occurred a few hours before, the sweet words that had spilled out of Enver Gortash’s devious smile. You couldn’t help it- after all what he’d propositioned was certainly unexpected. Though you would be lying if you said the prospect didn’t excite you… at least a little bit. You, a humble middle-class citizen would be dining with lords and ladies in the next 24 hours. That was something you didn’t expect when you had applied for a position as a secretary. Eventually you managed to fall into a blissful slumber. You had an important day ahead of you.

At noon you had already picked out your attire, having it professionally fitted… and gods was it expensive. You considered it an investment as you assumed you would likely receive compensation for the banquet, at least you hoped you would. You completed your daily tasks, going through letters and missives as you usually did until you felt a particularly heavy letter in your hands. That was strange… objects weren’t meant to pass through security for safety reasons. This one must’ve slipped through the cracks. You narrowed your eyes, reading whom it was addressed from. Lord Enver Gortash.

You took a double take before you realised it was addressed to you…? You peeled the letter open and peering inside you noticed the object, accompanied by a note. Your heart rate has for some reason sped up… were you nervous? Eventually you mustered up the courage to empty the letter, reading the note first. It was a short simple sentence; a command; ‘Wear this’.

In your admittedly shaky hands, you held the object which accompanied the note, a piece of jewellery. It was a necklace, you traced along the smooth silver down to the centrepiece; a ruby. Opulent as ever, it must’ve been worth a fortune… You tried not to let your mind wonder on why Gortash had gone out of his way to gift you with such a thing… or why he’d even asked such a thing of you in the first place. Before this point he had only spoken to you a handful of times, and these weren’t exactly notable encounters.

You hooked the necklace on admiring it slink down nicely framing your collarbones. This was time. You’d slipped into the dress you’d bought earlier on. When the lord said he’d wanted something red you weren’t too sure what to go for. Did he mean a vibrant red? A burgundy? You settled with blood red, the colour of the wine he often indulged in. You looked at yourself in a small mirror one last time before setting off to the location Gortash had provided.

You couldn’t remember much as you arrived, everything was sort of a flash of colour and noise. Surrounding you, were many luxuries; meat, wine, exotic fruits, some you’d never even seen before… you looked around the room you stood in the centre of, almost frantically picking through the many guests for that familiar face. “Ah, Y/N! What a pleasure for you to finally join us.” You turned around, your eyes meeting the source of that voice. Gortash.

You cleared your throat. “My apologies for keeping you waiting… I didn’t realise that the banquet had already began.” He grinned, moving closer in your direction. “Oh, by all means, no worries… What monster would I be to reprimand my betrothed for such a simple miscommunication, hm?” He jested flashing a sharp smile at you. You were facing each other now, and the closer you were the more vividly you could examine his features. Dark tired eyes… the same ones you’d seen during your last encounter, did this man never sleep?

Suddenly, he offered you his hand, and as you looked up at him you noticed he looked somewhat regal from this angle. You took his hand, and he grinned at you in response, a dangerous grin. The lord leaned in closer, so only you could hear him; “Follow my lead.” He instructed as he led you over to a crowd of well-dressed men and women. As he guided you, your bodies closer than they had ever been before, you could smell him- vanilla and rosewood with the hint of something deeper almost like well-aged brandy.

Arriving at the crowd, before he began his myriad of introductions, you noticed His eyes drop down to the necklace, he had gifted you before he cleared his throat and focused ahead of himself. You stood there, beside the lord and you as he entertained his guests. You tried to look focused however your mind was utterly somewhere else. Engrossed in the thoughts of how warm Gortash’s hands had felt against yours… how his eyes would flicker towards your general direction every now and again, almost making sure you were alright… Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was some hidden desire but you could tell that already you felt much differently about the lord.

A few hours into the banquet, Gortash had told you to occupy yourself as in he would be busy dealing with some affaires relating to business. He told you to look busy and that he would find you before the banquet was over. So, you did as you were told.

You made your round, frequented tables filled with beverages and perhaps helping yourself to some of the wines available. As the alcohol started to take effect, you found yourself talking to the lords and ladies alike. Some treated you with less grace than others, however once you’d introduced yourself as Lord Gortash’s personal guest, any lingering disrespect ceased to exist. You could feel the power it gave you going to head.

Later into the banquet you leaned against one of the many pillars scattered across the open room. You hadn’t an idea of what time it was but it was certainly past midnight. Your eyelids felt heavy and you focused on trying to stay awake, taking a sip of the red every couple seconds. “Is that my dear secretary?” You heard, coming from a familiar, stern voice. However, in this occasion it was light, friendly almost.

Stood before you for none other than Enver Gortash, his charming smile jolting you awake. “Oh! Gortash…” You regained your composure. He gestured to the glass, which was intertwined in two pale fingers. “Having fun?” His tone was mocking, accompanied by that same sadistic grin he usually sported. Yet there was something different in his eyes this time, and it certainly wasn’t the alcohol playing tricks on you this time. Desire. His dark gaze wandered across you, prying into your face, your neck, down to your exposed chest…

“Somewhat,” You responded, clearing your throat and glancing away, trying to prevent your face from reddening with all your mite. He let out a cruel laugh at your answer, and his brows proceeded to knot. “Ah, but there’s no use lying to me, you silly girl. I’ve seen you lingering around the tables, your eyes raking over the beverages like a starved peasant.” He spat. “If you aren’t enjoying yourself… well the banquet is nearly over so you’re very much welcome to leave.” His tone was friendly, however was a slight quiver in it. His smile faltering a little, masking something that he didn’t want you to see. He wasn’t letting something on.

You rolled your eyes and spoke in mock sadness “Oh? You’re so keen to get rid me of me?” You teased, narrowing your eyes. Control over your demeanour slipped from your fingertips… this type of comportment would usually risk you being fired yet the lord looked at you with humour, letting slip a scoff. “Of course not, I never get rid of my dear… partner. After all you’ve been more than sufficient.” He admitted. “I can’t put any blame onto you for your lacking enthusiasm. This banquet has been rather drab, even for me.” You could hear the disappointment in his tone, the lord letting out a deep sigh. You offered him your glass, earning you another scoff before he snatched the glass from you. He took a sip from it, his eyes still boring into you all the same. “How courteous.” He praised, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “It’s only natural,” You grinned. Perhaps this Gortash wasn’t as bad as you thought after all…

“How did your ‘business’ go?” You asked, an attempt at making idle conversation with the lord. After the night you’d had, it had only made you more curious about Gortash, he was always a mysterious figure, yet his recent actions had become increasingly undecipherable. You were curious. “I won’t bore you with the details- it’s a rather tiering ordeal- just know that the outcome of it has made me a content man.” He gleamed.

“And that man himself gives you his compliments…” He smirked. “You certainly shattered any expectations I had with such an attire, truly…” His eyes glancing back down to the dress you wore. “I wasn’t sure it was the right shade…” You tucked away a strand of loose hair behind your ear.

Time passed between you and the lord. You were both caught in conversation, sharing sweet mundane words, watching on as the guests spilled out from the hall. Occasionally Gortash would hook his arm around yours, waving at them, that sly grin spread across that handsome face… “I must say, you’ve surprised me, you haven’t been as dull as I thought you’d be.” He watched on as barrage of servants cleaned the hall, fiddling with the collar of his shirt. It was clear he was getting ready to leave…

You hesitated for a brief moment; you were in disbelief at the words which you were about to let spill from your lips. “Perhaps this could become… more than a one-time thing…” You pondered out loud, your index rubbing against your lip in thought. Gortash’s eyes split from yours as he cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. “What are you implying?” He inquired. “In the eyes of the public, I would be willing to become… well yours.” By this point you were beyond the realms of shame or fear. Your only goal was to satiate that ever-growing curiosity you possessed for Lord Enver Gortash.

The wine had clouded your judgment, you could feel the heat radiating from your face, surely a blushing mess at this point. You would undeniably come to regret this moment.

“Hah! Well…” He began, not quite knowing what he intended to say in the first place. He gathered himself almost instantaneously, focusing his attention firmly back onto you. “While I do admire your directness…I’m not sure you would be able to handle it, in truth.” He paused, seemingly lost in thought. “Being tied to such a prolific political figure, such as myself, would certainly prove to be demanding.” You were so close to him, that could feel the heat radiate from his skin… his steady, unbreakable gaze suddenly not so unbreakable, as his eyes flickered between you and the ceiling, he was thinking…

“I don’t deny that you’re a… formidable woman.” Such words took you out of your trance. “Perhaps I will consider it. You’d still have to prove yourself to me, my dear secretary.” His voice dripped with something darker than it usually did causing a warmth to emanate from between your thighs…

“What must I do to prove myself then?” You retorted.

“Join me in my office at noon tomorrow, and we will further discuss this.”

[cutephlegm]

Something red

I - Dear secretary

Pairing: Gortash x reader

CW: Eventual NSFW

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Summary: Lord Enver Gortash. Baldur's gate's soon to be archduke whom she had the displeasure of working for. Not as anything particularly honourable- you were only his secretary. He wasn't a bad employer; though he was arrogant, something which never failed to get on her nerves... One day he asks you to accompany him to a banquet, taking the role as his wife as to not feel out of place. This simple request turns into a slew of intimate encounters.

Since that fateful day you were hired, you seldom had the misfortune of crossing paths with Gortash. The mere mention of his name made your gut fill with a strange mixture of dread and excitement. Something which was partially to blame in why you’d applied to work for him. You would sit at your pretty little desk, receiving instructions, missives, notes… which you would bring to the lord’s office, slotting them under his door if he was busy- which was the case most of the time.

If, however, he wasn’t in one of those lucrative meetings he always raged on about he would be seated at his desk, eyes dismissively glued down to a piece of parchment he would be writing something important on. “Lord Gortash, I have documents for you,” You would say and he would hum in approval, gesturing for you to come closer. You would do as he commanded and once you arrived straight in front of his desk, he’d tap for you to place them in a certain spot, not even bothering to raise his eyes to greet you.

In all fairness… he was your employer; it was a far fetch to expect him to treat you with any decency. At least he paid you minimum wage for quite an easy job, you’d think to yourself, returning to your quarters. You were perfectly content with looking after the lord’s tedious affairs for a modest salary and the fact that you rarely had to see him was only a bonus.

Today… was different. Much different. You started the day off as unassuming as ever, you’d received letters, address to Gortash. Your eyes pried through the senders, cross referencing them with a list of important clients. Those which came from such senders needed to be directly taken to Gortash. Something you did almost out of instinct. You made your way down the lavish walls all the way to his office. You pressed your ear against the door- noting that no sound came from inside- he must not be occupied… you thought to yourself.

You knocked on his door. He answered, as he usually did; “Enter.” And so, you did. As you stepped foot in that office, your gaze roamed its way around his office, taking note of things that you would usually brush by. You admired the walls… intricate carving which were meticulously ingrained into the fine mahogany. The quaint embellishments and costly furniture which reeked of over consumerism and unapologetic aristocracy. Though it was a rather arrogant display of wealth- you couldn’t help but admire his taste in decor.

The scent of herbs and fine wine flooded her senses… was that rosemary? You finally averted your gaze towards his desk, and shook your head at the display. Candles… adorning his desk, and a glass of blood red wine carefully placed beside him… and there he was. Lord Enver Gortash. Long fingers tapping against the desk, tracing down the paper his eyes were firmly planted on. A plethora of documents adorning his desk.

You took a step closer, noticing little things about the lord you hadn’t before…his face showed signs of countless sleepless nights, expressed through tired, dark eyes… and most striking of all- the way his shirt was slightly undone… you could make out his collarbones… his chest… bare… “Ah yes, good evening.” This surprised you slightly- It was uncommon that Gortash actually spoke to you if it wasn’t to pass on commands. Most strangely his eyes fixed onto you, meeting yours. His lips spread into a sly but welcoming smile, gesturing you towards a seat on the opposite site of his desk. “I’d like to have a word with you… secretary…” You gulped- almost audibly.

Doing what he said, you sat down, simultaneously getting a better look of him. There were splotches of ink on his fingers, likewise staining the sleeves of the fancy silk shirt he wore. Charming… in a sense. “I’m all ears…” You affirmed, trying to break the slightly awkward silence that had begun. Gortash scoffed slightly, folding the letter he’d been writing. “I have something to propose to you… something you can do for me which would prove to be… helpful…” He began, that grin still lingering on his expression.

You broke eye contact, clearing your throat slightly. Was it your mind playing tricks on you? Or was the lord implying what you thought he might be.

“Let me… reiterate. That did sound awfully suggestive.” He smirked, venom in that dark voice of his. “I would like you to accompany me to one of my meetings, an extremely important one. Filled with high-profile clients.” Gortash rose from his seat, pacing back and forth. “Now you may be wondering why I’m offering such a privilege to one of my… secretaries…” He began. “This meeting isn’t the usual, it’s much more unformal. It’s less of a meeting- Moreso a banquet.” You listened attentively to what the lord had to say. He played with his words very carefully, occasionally becoming… flustered? Or was it just the amount of alcohol he’d had which made his face redden. He cleared his throat. “Most of my clients are bringing their wives, betrothed, etc…” He paused. “It would be unusual for me to turn up alone, which is why I’m offering you the position.”

Before thinking about his offer, you felt the strong inclination to disagree. However, you stopped yourself. Yes you disliked the lord, but this could prove to be an interesting evening for you. And if it went well… well who knows, perhaps you would find yourself promoted.

“Now rest assured you will not have to do anything intimate.” He looked away, clearing his throat once more. “In fact, you won’t even need to interact with most the guests- that will be my job, you would need to simply sit still and look the part.” You watched as Gortash wrapped up his pacing and took a seat in front of you once again, awaiting your answer, his eyes eagerly tracing your expression.

“That doesn’t sound half bad… fine. I’ll do it, Gortash.” You managed to muster, trying to look as convicted as you could.

“Ah, that’s the spirit!” He licked dark wine off his even darker smile, his eyes boring into you, like some forbidden toxin. “It will be taking place tomorrow evening; I look forward to seeing you there… furthermore… you shall dress in something formal.” You cocked your head to the side, formal? “When you say formal… what exactly to you mean?” “Something modest. Something… my wife would wear.” He appeared to be deep in thought for a moment, most likely thinking of what his hypothetical wife would wear. “Something red.” Gortash let out a laugh, like most things about him, it had a cruel edge to it.

“Don’t disappoint me, secretary.”

[cutephlegm]

Bloody knees

III - Company at last

Pairing: Enki x reader

CW: Description of gore

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Summary: After striking a deal with the priest you follow him, descending further into the dungeon. He debriefs you on why he is so eager to have access to that cube.

It had only been a few hours of traveling, some idle conversation had taken place, mostly initiated by you… Enki would sigh every time you began speaking almost as if he were dreading to listen to what you had to say and answer you. “Have you finished asking your convoluted questions?” He would grumble. He hardly ever spoke to you unless you said something first. You recalled some moments during the long hours of walking where he would crack a few… unorthodox jokes about the surrounding area, or he’d make comments about runes inscribed on the walls. Overall, he wasn’t the worst company.

You had stopped in a room you found, filled with barrels and crates and began to sift through the storage, filling your satchel up with food and miscellaneous items you found. Enki stood beside you for a moment, observing your actions before he moved to a desk which was pushed up against one of the walls. He analysed the paperwork, scanning through some missives he found in the draws and occasionally humming to himself like he’d discovered something important. “Anything worthwhile?” You asked him, breaking the 30 minutes of silence which had entailed previously. His eyes stayed locked on the papers, further prying into them. “No.” He sighed, his hands instinctively going to feel the outline of the cube. You noticed this, turning back to collect more items.

“So… what’s so important about that cube?”

He looked at you with annoyance like you were some forgetful child “You seriously do not know?” He then likely came to the realisation that even if you did know, the memory of such would’ve been locked away somewhere in your subconscious. He cleared his throat, averting his gaze back to the odd cube which he’d pulled out. “I suppose it serves me no use keeping this from you… This cube alone is one of the necessary ingredients used to travel to the city of the gods… Ma’habre…” He paused, his eyes falling back on you, analysing your expression. He then knotted his brows together and continued. “Does that not ring a bell?”

You thought for a moment… Ma’habre… had you heard mention of that name throughout your journey? You did not know… you certainly couldn’t remember anything about it. You shook your head and he continued his explanation. “It is an ancient place… harbouring a great plethora of knowledge, even the most accomplished of scholars can only dream of accessing.” The priest walked to the exit, signalling for you to follow him. “In short, that is where we are headed.”

A few more hours of traveling entailed, broken by occasional humming from the priest, or sounds resonating from deeper in the dungeon… god knows what they were caused by. The thought dawned on you that at one point or another you would have to tell the priest about your… strange headaches. You played with the idea as you further explored… would he believe you? You were a someone who had no recollection of her past, the priest would most likely brush it off as some silly hallucination from prolonged exposure to the dungeon. Maybe he’d be right too… after all you hadn’t much proof it wasn’t just your mind playing tricks on you…

You walked a few feet behind him, not paying much attention to your surroundings as your focus was planted on your bare feet. You really needed some sort of footwear… else you would eventually cut your feet open with any sharp objects laying on the ground, this was the dungeon of fear and hunger after all. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed the priest turn to look at you for a moment before focusing his gaze back on the hall ahead. He cleared his throat. “It’s wise to look for a room we can rest in soon.”

You nodded but stayed silent, you hadn’t thought about resting. You had assumed that the priest would relentlessly carry on the journey until both of your body’s had practically given out. “Are you tired?” You asked, trying to make the question sound as unassuming as possible. He scoffed at you. “No… but we need time to regain our stamina… so that if we are faced with danger, we can easily counter it.” You cracked a smile, yes, he most likely was tired, however too prideful to admit it…

You found yourself in a room, the floor was smooth and surprisingly not filthy. There weren’t any signs of beds but you had found a hide blanket you planned to sleep on. Enki fiddled with the door, trying to block it off as securely as possible, and you made use of yourself by gathering sticks to make into a fire

Enki raised a brow, sitting down opposite you. “What are you doing?” He asked, gesturing towards the pile of sticks you’d gathered. “What does it look like…?” You retorted, joining him on the floor, at least you had that nice warm blanket… The priest stayed silent a moment. “I suppose it isn’t such a bad idea… who knows how cold we will get.” He mumbled something and a lit fire over the wood.

He fumbled with his satchel pulling out some sort of unknown meat, it had clearly started rotting and you could smell it from where you sat. You looked in horror as he pushed it onto a skewer. “What is that?” You couldn’t help but ask, even in such dire circumstances why would he settle to eat something so disgusting as rotten meat. “Food.” He replied nonchalantly, pushing the skewer over the flame. The meat sizzled and popped under the flame; you swore you saw an insect writhing on it. Revolting. “I cannot let you eat that…” You almost gagged, picking up the skewer and flinging the mystery meat across the room.

The priest looked at you with unconcealed contempt before pinching his temple. “I don’t spend my time in these dungeons searching for fine cuisine… but very well, enlighten me. Let’s see if you have an appropriate replacement hm?”

You pulled out some vegetables, and meat you had collected, they weren’t in the best of state but at least they weren’t rotting. “Don’t take it so personally, if I’m travelling with you, I’m not going to let you eat rotting meat.” You snapped back at him. You spend your time cutting them up into modest pieces and attaching them meticulously onto two skewers. Enki rolled his eyes and pulled out a tome he had previously collected. “I have little experience cooking; I don’t see the point in it personally. As long as it contains a sufficient number of calories then it will do.” “You don’t enjoy the taste of well-prepared food?” “No. What I enjoy is spending as little time as possible with such useless affaires.” His eyes occasionally wandered from his book, first looking at the food which began cooking above the open flame… and then they met yours.

You cleared your throat a little. “So…” You mustered, trying to make this evening less awkward than it was. “Tell me, before you came here what kind of life did you lead?” The priest looked back down to the book. “I am a priest.” He simply stated. “I did priest related things, not that you’d understand.” He sighed, blankly. “Maybe I will, maybe something you say might jog my memory. If not… well… what else is there to talk about…” You tried to persuade the priest, and it seemed like it had worked as he closed the book and set it beside him. “Fine, I suppose I could divulge a little of my past and reasoning in being in this place…”

You sat up and listened attentively. “Before I came here, I was a lost man.” His look trailed off for a moment, lingering on the fire which brewed between them. “I had a vision… it was of a man. The moment such a vision hit me I knew I had to pursue him…” He paused. “That man is in these very dungeons, I have yet to find him… but I will, dead or alive.”

You stayed silent, that wasn’t what you were expecting… however you remained seated and nodded. “I see… is there a reason you decided to become a priest?” The man narrowed his eyes at you. “It was hardly a choice of mine. Either way it is my purpose in life to be what I am. It suits me rather well I believe…” He elaborated. “You believe in fate?” “Precisely so.” “I don’t disagree, perhaps it was fate that I found you In that library.”

Enki looked conflicted; a strange new expression contorted his features. “Perhaps so…” He muttered, before composing himself once more. “Do you still not remember anything of your past, woman?” He questioned, callously. You shook your head. “No, maybe that’s for the best though… I wouldn’t like to find out why I ended up here.” “Oh yes, that would certainly be a gory tale…” He pondered, a slight sadistic smile flashing across his lips. You rolled your eyes and began to eat the food which had finished cooking by this point. The priest followed your actions and bit into the hot food before cursing it for burning his tongue.

“What is your plan once you leave this place? Do you have anyone special waiting for you?”

Enki’s eyes widened and he immediately went to denounce such accusations. “No, of course not.” You made a noise of recognition. “Of course, you’re a priest after all…” The man shook a finger. “My celibacy has little to do with my position. In truth it is simply because I am not interested in such things.” He took another bite of the food, his eyes planted on you. He looked at you with something different, although you couldn’t tell if it was just the relief of eating well prepared food. “You do not feel romantic attraction?” You inquired. “I do… However, it is irrelevant what I feel. Mortal pleasures should not entice me to stray from my purpose.” “You’re meaning to say that you’ve never been with a woman before?” You stifled a grin. He looked away from you, a slightly humiliated look plastered on his pale face. A short silence entailed, interrupted by the priest. “We shall not speak of this again.” He dropped the now empty skewer into the flame and picked up the book once more.

[cutephlegm]

Bloody knees

II - Unsurmountable urges

Pairing: Enki x reader

CW: Description of gore

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Summary: You continue your escapade further into the dungeon, stumbling upon a strange cube your body pushes you to take. Perhaps the strange (hot) priest you'd met previously would be interested in such an important artifact....

It had been days of travelling since you departed from that library, the journey was long however your body had adapted to it, but soon enough your feet began to ache, your joints throbbed violently... and that headache sent tremors down your spine every wrong turn you took. You'd been able to circumvent foes by using said method- or at least you assumed that was what you had been avoiding. Every now and then while roaming through a passage you’d feel it, pain, a warning for you to turn back, and so you did. Deepening your journey into the dungeon you'd discovered a cavern.

Along your journey, you happened to come across a ditch, filled to the brim with water. The liquid was murky and an odd acrid scent seem to emanate from it. You managed to somewhat clean up your appearance, untangling the knots in your hair and clearing away the dried... fluids from your skin. Relief flooded your mind as you did not feel your skull screaming at you- whatever this water was it wasn't dangerous. Fortune seemed to grace you. Among the rocky terrain you made out what appeared to be an entrance. As you got closer you realised it was the beginning of a mine shaft. You stood there waiting for the headache to warn you, but it didn’t, so you began your descent.

Deeper you delved, and eventually you arrived at what first glance appeared to be a village. Huts were scattered besides other sorts of architecture and you could make out faint whispering coming from a select few. After lingering around for a bit, collecting items of food you found left in barrels you felt something inside of you- pushing you to delve deeper, and so with no other source of guidance, you did.

You came across a lone hut further from the rest, your brain writhed in anticipation, compelling you to enter it- you hesitated. Was there a good enough reason? You weren't sure what awaited you... although your compulsions hadn't failed you yet up to this point. You bit the bullet and ventured inside. The walls of the hut were pale, smooth, they looked polished almost. There were items to your left, to your right, but your brain seemed to push them into your peripheral- they weren't important.

In the middle of the room resting on an altar was a grey cube. The sheer sight of it made your head thrum with need- compulsions... urges...

You needed to touch it. To have it… take it... Now. You closed your eyes pushing the strange thoughts out of your mind. It seemed to be some sort of venerated artifact… it would be unwise to take it considering you were sure the inhabitants of the village would be made aware. You averted your focus away from it and instead on the remaining objects in the room. Before you, gently set on the ground was a spear, and resting beside it was a leather satchel. Bringing yourself to your knees you emptied the contents, useless items scattered on the floor, either way you grabbed hold of the satchel and spear, claiming them as your very own. You felt a tinge of pride as you acknowledged this, perhaps these items will serve you well.

You make your way to the exit and took a step out of the hut, and suddenly a pain so unbelievably excruciating hit you, you felt the urge to vomit. You clung to your gut, the tormenting agony rocking you to your core. You traced your steps- little by little the pain ceased to exist and instead was replaced with compulsion. That cursed object!

You were stuck, forced to take it and if not be faced with the consequence of debilitation. If you didn't obey the urge inside of you, perhaps you would die of a heart attack. Or even worse the presence would cease to guide you, leaving you to fend for yourself alone in the dungeon of fear and hunger…

You approached the alter, feeling your heartrate increase. You made good use of the satchel you'd gathered earlier, securing the strange artifact and swiftly made your exit. You left the mines, delving deeper into the dungeon, with more questions than answers.

Not only did you have a severe case of amnesia, but now your own body was punishing you for acting on your own free will... Either way this cube was important. The thought of who might be controlling your actions crossed your mind. Was this some malevolent entity using you like a pawn to do its dirty work? It was useless to dwell.

Ever since your encounter with the priest you felt a strange feeling of longing, maybe it was the prolonged loneliness, or perhaps it was the mystery that surrounded him. The thought of him sending you into a deep questioning of yourself. You hadn’t minded his abrasive attitude, after all anyone could be a potential threat and he was wise for keeping his guard. You’d caught yourself wishing that you had asked him more, maybe even for his assistance although even with a missing chunk of your mind you weren’t naive enough to bother.

You’d just made it to a deeper inner sanctum when- speak of the devil you noticed a familiar silhouette.

The priest was turned away from you, his long hair scattered over himself, you could hear him mumbling something while in front of him sat a humanoid looking skeleton. Was he performing some kind of spell? You watched on in confusion for a dozen seconds before you thought it wise to make your presence known. You cleared your throat, catching the priest off guard. He turned to see you and his eyes shifted from a panic to an annoyed glare.

“Oh, it’s you…” He muttered turning back towards the corpse. “I’m surprised you’re not dead.” You nodded to yourself, in truth so were you. “What exactly are you doing?” You asked, walking a tad closer to the man. “Is it not obvious?” You stared at the scenery again. The priest said some more unintelligible words before cursing under his breath. “Damn it- “

You suddenly felt a slight tinge of recognition. Something in your mind writhed, you remembered… for the first time since you’d awoken- “Oh, excuse my foolishness, of course… necromancy.” You said out of instinct. You felt shock at the sound of your own words. The implications of you having something to do with necromancy in your past… didn’t sit well.

He turned towards you again, walking to meet you in the middle of the room. His eyes travelled down your body, a certain concentrated yet calculated look lingering in them. “Yes, and now due to your distraction… this body is unusable.” He rolled his eyes before letting out a cruel laugh. “Have you come to plague me with more questioning?” He asked, slyly.

“No of course not! The fact that I found you here was simply a coincidence.”  “I believe that somewhat, you’d be unable to track me without some formidable stealth skills- something I’m sure you lack.” You paused a moment, tracing the outline of the artifact through your satchel. “Although… you’re not entirely wrong about me having questions…”

The priest looked at you expectantly, a brow raised. “Elaborate.” You presented the cube to the man, forcing a neutral expression to mark your uncertainty. He studied it for a moment before his stern face turned to one of surprise. “How did you get this??” He questioned.

“How I got it is irrelevant.” The priest scowled at you, before awkwardly breaking eye contact. You cleared your voice. “I have an offer to propose but first, can you answer one last question, priest?”

Enki was silent, he narrowed his eyes at you before fixing one of his gloves. “Go ahead, and make it swift.” “What is your goal in exploring this wretched place?” He glared at you with barely concealed contempt before answering. “Knowledge. And if you weren’t already aware that cube you carry is key to an awfully large abundance of it… It’s simply useless in your grasp so I insist you must give it to me.” His tone wasn’t any different as it had been before, still ever so callous and egotistical.

You deliberated very carefully on your next words… “No.” You stated. “I will let you use the cube, on one condition. If you accompany me until your departure from the dungeon, then you will be free of me… and you may likewise keep the cube.”

“Fine, I will offer my ‘services’ to you. You dare become an obstacle however and I will not hesitate to abandon our agreement, understood?” You nodded; excitement bubbled inside of you. You didn’t care who it was, at least at last you’d finally found a source of company. “Trust me I will not interfere; I am but a simple amnesiac who is relying on you for guidance out of this pit.” You smiled at him; the priest did not return the gesture his expression… slightly awkward. A strange silence lingered in the air. “I suppose so…” He finally replied, his voice uncertain. The priest looked conflicted about something however it didn’t last more than a second before he took held of the cube, holding it up towards the light source, closely examining its structure.

“The cube of the depths…”

[cutephlegm]

Bloody knees

I - A startling awakening

Pairing: Enki x reader

CW: Description of gore

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Summary: You wake up a complete amnesiac in a dark lone cell at the pits of an awful rotten dungeon. You do not recognise anything, in fact you do not even remember who you are. You have no memory of your name, or of your past. As you travel through the dungeon looking for answers you encounter a mysterious and enigmatic priest, who begrudgingly agrees to help you, and little by little you begin to unravel why and how you ended up in the dungeon of fear and hunger...

In the middle of this wretched dungeon, reeking of blood and rot, you staggered along a tight corridor, the smell of raw death clinging to the suffocating air. You recalled what had led up to this unfortunate point, your brain still addled with confusion and frustration. The past days... months... years... were a total mystery to you. Who you were? You did not know. Why you were cursed with such an agonising headache, was a mystery. Most importantly still- what the hell must you have done to end up in such a foul place. Nothing was certain yet you felt a sense of a hope- a drive almost, pushing you ahead, further into the oppressive maze surrounding you. Every direction you took felt as if it were almost guided, and if you strayed from your intuition, you’d feel that familiar headache reminding you to stick to your gut. You knew this wasn’t normalcy… however there was no point pondering it or even worse, attempting to fight the urge. Your joints ached, and you had bruised skin, bloodshot eyes and bloody knees. Yet you persistent, walking further and further and further…

Eventually you saw a passage branching off from the hallway you'd been walking down. Your tired eyes eyes screwed themselves shut as you saw something you’d only dreamed of seeing: light, manmade light. You gleamed, your pace picking up. You peered inside, instantly greeted by a rather large room, the bottom of which you couldn’t yet make out as stood before you were shelves filled to the brim with literature. It seemed as though you had just stumbled upon a... library? Why a library had been built in this foul dungeon was certainly a perplexing mystery, better yet; who would even bother to use it considering the perilous journey it had taken for you to access it?

The atmosphere shifted once you entered- the air was somewhat lighter, a grave juxtaposition to the heavy morbid scent that had been lingering in the air the past few hours of your journey. You inhaled it, it felt almost fresh, safe… The bookcases ahead of you were tall, imposing and certainly packed with leagues of knowledge. Then a thought crossed your mind… could you even read? The concept of literature remained in your weary broken skull but- had you still retained your literacy? You were sure you'd find out eventually, but now certainly wasn't the time to spend wasted on prying through old books.

While you pondered such thoughts, you heard a noise behind one of the bookshelves, it was the type of noise you'd hear turning the pages of a book... you stop breathing for a moment. Peeking through the gaps you attempt to make out the source but you can only see a faint blur of light across you. There was someone else in this library...Your mind drifted back to the first thing you remember after your awakening:

Your eyes were stuck together with dried scabs, wet blood covering your hands, dripping onto the concrete. You rubbed away the gore from your face and managed to see- at first you weren’t sure your eyes were still present in your skull- but eventually you saw colours… and then you saw shapes. In that cell a dozen minutes after you’d awoken, you felt your first headache, you dug your nails into your skull, trying to dull the agonising sensation but it persisted. Suddenly, the sound of thumbing emanated from outside the cell: footsteps, loud, strong, and ogrish. You'd slipped under the bed while you heard it past, praying that it wouldn't hear your frantic heartbeat and luckily your prayers came true. A moment later you’d realised that the headache perhaps wasn’t a coincidence.

After some minutes of deliberation, you muster the courage to investigate. This couldn’t be a foe...' you had tried to convince yourself. 'What would a barbaric monster like the one you'd heard before be doing reading in such a place such as this?' You didn’t know what to expect, however there were no signs of aching in your skull so with caution you proceeded. You held your breath and coyly took a few steps out towards the noise.

Before you stood a young man, light coloured hair draping over his figure he stood a few feet before you, unfazed by your presence. In his grip he held a tome, flicking though a page every few seconds, his eyes carefully scanning the contents. Bewildered, you took a few careful steps until you were sure he noticed you. “Huh? You are with a sane mind still?" He grumbled, his free hand massaging his temple. "Please leave me. I'm not here to make acquaintances and I fail to see what worth chatting with you would bring." You stare at the man a moment longer, trying to figure out the best course of action.

On one hand he didn't seem all too friendly- on another, you were sure venturing deeper into this place without at least some advice would lead you down a dangerous path. You needed to attempt to speak to him- after all this could be your only shot at getting help. "Wait- Would you please enlighten me on something? I implore you- this will not take long..." The man ahead of you stared you down for a moment longer, taking in a deep breath of air before sighing, his annoyance blatant. "Fine, I’m feeling benevolent… make this quick."

You take a second moment to compose yourself. The man’s glare bore into you, a look of disgust painted on his previously sour expression- maybe it was the absolute state you were in, you realised you probably hadn't bathed in days, you could tell your hair was matted and your exposed flesh was adorned with dark painful bruises... God knows what how they were caused.

"This is going to be difficult to explain...” You began. “I have amnesia. I woke up here and I have no recollection of who I am and why I am here... what this place is even..." You see the priest narrowing his pale eyes, with a stern expression. He mumbled something incoherent before he focused his gaze back onto you. "Amnesia..." He strokes his chin ponderously. "Amnesia, you say. I can believe it. You look half-dead, and the smell of rot and gore coming from you is enough to confirm it..."

You wince at his remark. It was... humbling but regardless true. Your mind wonders back to the possibilities of how you ended up here... "I've heard of such things before- the mind can be a fragile thing. Some things are too much for it to take." While he spoke, you stared down at your hands, bony and pale from malnutrition, callouses on your palms... perhaps the strange man was right... something so heinous and unspeakable had happened to you that your conscience had rejected it.

"You said you wanted answers? Ask what you wish, and make it quick I don’t have all day. "I was just wondering if you could at least tell me where I am... this place is utterly unknown to me." You explained with a heavy sigh. "You have absolutely no clue what this place is? No hint at all?" He asked, almost teasingly.

You shook your head and the man chuckles to himself in a rather unpleasant manor, you noticed he wore a long dark robe, was this stranger some kind of cultist? The man’s expression darkens. "You are standing in the heart of the dungeon of fear and hunger...although that mustn't mean a lot to you..." He pauses, thinking how to follow up on his explanation. "It's a deadly and unforgiving plane, where those unfortunate enough to end up are hunted by countless horror in these ruins. In truth you are very lucky to be among the living..."

You try to process the man's words, your brain cannot fathom what it's being told, you pinch your temples, a pained look on your face. "So certain death awaits me?" You almost laugh, had the world always been this cruel to you? You would probably never find out. "How charming..." The stranger gives you a curious look before raising a brow and focusing his partial attention back to the tome planted in his grasp. "I never said certain death, those are your words, woman." He spat at you. "...Well, perhaps it is foolish to ask but- do you know of an exit I can seek out?" After uttering such words, you feel that familiar pressure building in your head, almost like your body was punishing you for even bringing up such a possibility. You wince, ignoring it for the time being. "Perhaps- what use would it serve either of us if I told you, hm? You wouldn't have the knowledge to be able to locate it."

He was admittedly correct however you still felt annoyance at his words. Freedom was just within your grasp, and the person who held the key to it wouldn't even give it to you, although would you if you were in his shoes... you had nothing to offer to him, not possessions, not knowledge, not even good company. "I suppose you are right..." You grumbled. A moment of silence passes between the two of you, before he shot you another agitated glare and awkwardly looked away. "Was there anything else you needed?" He mumbled. You shook your head.

This man couldn't help you... you would have to figure out a way to survive by yourself. "No... thank you for your advice though… sir?" The man almost rolled his eyes at you, before once again muttering something which vaguely sounded like 'You're welcome' although you couldn't tell if it was your imagination playing tricks on you. “I am a priest of darkness; you may address me as Enki If we ever cross paths again.” You instinctively go to introduce yourself, but realise you had forgotten your own name, oh you unfortunate thing. “I am y/n..” You did not know why you had lied- but nevertheless it was a pretty name that you’d managed to remember. The priest nodded slightly in recognition and you realised you’d outstayed your visit,

Before wondering back into the passage you took one final breath, savouring your last glimmer of normalcy in the library, before the dark descent begun once more.