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TANTRUM

A1, P4

!TW!

Murder, violence, blood, use of guns, mentions of knives and explosives and poison, staged suicide, b&e, and more.

WC: 1351

5:21 𝙿𝙼

𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

𝙹𝚊𝚡𝚃𝚎𝚔 𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢

Truett and Leon have gone public, and the guests are all supportive and happy for them. Things finally seem on track for Leon. He’s with a man he cares about, and who cares about him, who is respectful and understands him.

He’s finally able to afford medical help for his mother, with the help from Truett. He’s happy. His future looks bright. Leon and Truett are standing near the minibar, eyes locked on each other. “I love you.” Leon smiles, and Truett chuckles and kisses his forehead. “I love you too, Lee.” Truett replies.

“See, what happens next was… a blur.”

In the distance, hidden on the roof, is a man dressed in all black, holding a sniper rifle. His aim is locked on Truett’s head, tracking his movements.

“I don’t think whatever plan that sniper had went well.”

As the sniper takes his shot, Truett kneels down to tie Leon’s shoes. “I can tie those myself you—“ Leon is cut off by a bullet to the back of his head, killing him. His dead body falls on top of Truett. Chaos ensues, people screaming, running away. “EVERYBODY INSIDE!” Truett screams, as he takes cover behind the bar.

“It didn’t set in until the police arrived that Leon was murdered.”

“Fuck…” Truett curses under his breath as he opens up a secret cabinet in the bar and grabs a scoped mauser pistol from inside and starts firing at the general location the shots came from.

The sniper gets up, revealing his location and runs down and jumps onto a balcony and then scales his way down. Truett chases after him, trying to shoot his legs, but his hands are shaking, so his aim is off.

The sniper left his rifle on the roof, and had a mask covering his face. Truett chases him all the way down the street, through some bushes, and eventually to a bridge overlooking a busy road. The sniper slows as Truett seemingly has him cornered.

“Be seeing you, Mr. Jackson.” The man says, his voice clearly altered in some way to conceal his identity. The man jumps into the road, to his death.

“Mr. Jackson, is there anyone you know who would want to hurt you?” An officer asks him, holding a small pen and notepad. Truett is sat in the back of an ambulance.

Police lights illuminate the scene. Anna and her partner are hugging their kids tightly, Kieran is seething, and Harlow is crying and laughing at the same time, and Florence is rubbing her back.

“No.” Truett lies. There are plenty of people out to get him, but if he were to reveal that, he’d end up revealing his side gig some way or another. “And you’re sure?” The officer clarifies. Truett nods. “Thank you for cooperation.” The officer gently pats Truett’s shoulder and then walks away.

𝚂.𝙿.𝙰.𝙻 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝚆𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝙳𝙲

5:36 𝙰𝙼.

2 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢.

“You wanted to see me, commander?” Truett asks, eyes fixed on the floor. “I did. I have a job for you.” Lawrence replies, and hands him a photo of the governor of Texas, Mac Davies. “He rigged the election, and is trying to pass laws to try and bring segregation back. We’ll be flying you via helicopter, where you’ll then be lowered on a ladder onto the roof of his home…” Lawrence continues on explaining the plan.

Once she’s done, Truett nods. “TANTRUM’ll pay him a visit.” He says, and leaves. He hasn’t spoken much since the party. Anna declined the job offer, because of the shooting at the party. Understandably so.

Truett is holding onto a handlebar beside the helicopters, looking down at the Davies residence. It’s late at night. A S.P.A.L Stalker has been watching him for a month to see his schedule. Mac Davies should be asleep.

“Okay, Agent Jackson. I’ve got a checklist I gotta complete before you’re dropped off.” Says the S.P.A.L escort, holding a clipboard and pen. “My name is TANTRUM…” TANTRUM replies, his voice deeper and warbled. “Okay, then… I can check off voice altering. Weapons?” He asks.

“Two tactical revolvers on my belt, two batons strapped to my back, grenades stored on my belt, along with flash bangs and sleep bombs. I’ve got five throwing knives strapped to my left thigh, and my I have a combat knife strapped to my other thigh. My vest has a fast acting poison pill in case things go south.” TANTRUM lists off all the things he has with him.

After another minute or two of marking off the checklist, he’s deemed good to go, and they lower the ladder.

TANTRUM lifts up his wrist projector, and turns night vision on for his mask, and activates his earpiece, connecting him with Agent Rosco, a S.P.A.L Assistant, who will be helping him from the helicopter as he navigates the home.

TANTRUM climbs down the ladder, before jumping down when he’s a couple feet from the roof. “TANTRUM, this is Rosco. I need you to approach the edge of the roof by your left and jump down onto the balcony below it.” Rosco commands.

He walks over and jumps onto the balcony. In front of him is a glass sliding door. He slowly opens it, fighting back a laugh at how dumb it is of the governor to leave this unlocked.

He quietly moved back the curtains and steps in, closing the door behind him, and putting the curtains into the same position they were before. “This is both your entrance and exit. You are now in the governors office. Outside of this room is the upstairs hallway. When you exit, six feet ahead of you and to the right is the bedroom door, where Mac Davies is sleeping. It is important that you subdue or tie him before you begin the termination.” Rosco orders.

TANTRUM exits the office, and enters the bedroom. On a double bed lays an unconscious Mac Davies, snoring loudly. TANTRUM takes a moment to look at the room. Theres a window on the opposite wall of the door, and a small desk against the wall the to the left. On it has various books and papers, a laptop, and small family photo. The children and wife are crossed out, leaving only Mac.

“His wife left him and took the kids. He signed off all rights and responsibilities.” Rosco explains.

TANTRUM approaches Mac, and pulls out one of his revolvers, and smacks him behind his head, knocking him out. He holsters his gun once more, and picks up the target, and sits him down at his desk. “What are you doing?” Rosco asks, confused. “Staging a suicide.” Replies TANTRUM.

“There is a gun in the nightstand drawer. Should be loaded. Use that.” Rosco states. TANTRUM grabs the gun from the nightstand, and places the barrel in Mac’s mouth, and fires it. Blood spatters onto his mask.

He makes the dead man hold the gun, and places his arm in a specific way to make it look like it dropped down from his mouth after he shot himself. “Good job. Exit the way you came in, leave no sign of forced entry.” Rosco says, and TANTRUM does as he’s told, and leaves the house, making sure to leave it as it was when he entered.

He climbs back onto the roof, and once the ladder is lowered once more, he grabs onto it, and the ladder is pulled upwards into the helicopter. Rosco helps him onto the helicopter, and they both sit down and buckle themselves in. The helicopter doors close. TANTRUM uses his wrist projector and press a button, which makes the metal plates of his mask (more like helmet), separate and collapse into a collar around his neck, revealing his face.

“You did good. We’ll be able to tell just how well you did at a later date. I’m sure the Commander doesn’t regret hiring you for a second, TANTRUM.” Rosco praises. He simply nods in response.

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opossum-writes · 8 days ago

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TANTRUM

A1, P3

1716 words

2:00 𝙰𝙼, 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 5𝚝𝚑

𝚂. 𝙿𝚊𝚞𝚕'𝚜 𝙱𝚊𝚛

𝚆𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝙳𝙲

An all black armored Cadillac escalade is parked in the shadows in the parking lot. It’s still running. In the driver’s seat sits Lorenzo Bertinelli, dressed in an all black suit with an earpiece and dark sunglasses.

He’s a hired gun, who’s been working for Commander Lawrence since the beginning of his career. “Are you sure about this?” Asks Lorenzo. “Calm down. He won’t hurt me. And if he did, that’s exactly why you’re here. He is valuable. You’ve seen his work. We need double sided coins like him.” Lawrence replies.

“I trust your judgment, Commander.” He huffs. A dark grey pulls into the spot beside them, and parks. “You know the code?” Lorenzo asks. He knows she does, but he just needs to make sure. “I created it.” She replies, and steps out of the vehicle.

Truett steps out not long after. “Hello there, Mr. Jackson.” Lawrence greets. “It’s a pleasure, Commander.” Truett nods. “Did you bring your suit?” Lawrence quirks an eyebrow at him. Truett nods his head toward the trunk of his car. “Of course I did.” He replies.

Lawrence nods. “You first. Safety precaution. You understand.” She states. Truett walks over to his trunk, and a light blue beam of light scans over his face, and the trunk pops open. He grabs a silver briefcase from inside and hands it to her.

“Don’t look at it here. You want it to be a surprise, don’t you?” Truett says. Lawrence chuckles, and nods. “You know me so well. I’ll have my driver pick up your vehicle.” Lawrence explains. “Oh, he can’t. I’m the only one with access to it.” Truett chuckles.

“You’re working for me. We need to search the car. You know this.” Lawrence says, eyes furrowed. “I know, but the car will trap anyone without authorization inside and call the police. It’s better if I follow you to the destination.” Truett replies.

“Fine. I’ll send you the coordinates. Cars following us stresses out Lorenzo.” Lawrence states, and Truett nods. Truett closes the trunk. “Oh, by the way, that suit is just a preview. Not the real deal. I can’t risk theft. Nothing against you, i’m sure you understand.” Truett warns. “Of course. Drive safely, Mr. Jackson.” Lawrence nods, and steps back into the passenger seat of her car.

Truett steps back into his car. Lawrence and Lorenzo drive off. “Evis, activate T-Protection.” Truett asks. “Aye aye.” Evis responds, and two way mirrors cover up the windows, making it impossible for anyone to see anything on the inside.

A metal plate covers up the license plate, and hidden turrets disguised as brakes reveal themselves. As soon as Truett receives the coordinates, he puts them into the car’s gps and starts driving.

“So, you just met Commander Lawrence, AKA Alexia “Lex” Lawrence. She runs S.P.A.L, which stands for Super-powered Assassins League. Pretty cool, huh?”

4:46 𝙿𝙼, 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 5𝚝𝚑

𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎

𝙹𝚊𝚡𝚃𝚎𝚔 𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢

“So, is you-know-who coming?” A woman with light blonde hair neatly tied back into a professional bun. She’s wearing bright red lipstick, and some light mascara. She’s wearing a black sundress and mary janes. The party is being hosted in the backyard.

“Meet my younger sister, Harlow. She’s still in college. She’s the only person who knows i’m dating Leon.”

“I mean, I hope so. We got into a dumb argument yesterday. I offered some financial help, but he refused because he isn’t with me for my money. I got frustrated, and said his pride is going to get him in debt…” Truett replies. Harlow visibly cringes. “Sheesh. How long have you been dating, again?” Harlow asks. “Four months.” He answers.

Harlow chuckles. “Yeah, you’re not comin’ back from that.” Harlow laughs. Truett groans. “My relationship struggles are not funny, you goof.” Truett says. “My bad, my bad. I’m gonna make myself busy by the food. Enjoy hosting, Tru.” Harlow smiles, and walks off.

“She’s… something, alright. But, I love her to death. If anything happened to her, it’s game over.”

“My baby boy!” Cries a womans voice from behind Truett. Truett turns around to see his mother, Florence Jackson, arms outstretched and walking as fast as she can towards him, which isn’t very fast due to the tight blue dress she’s wearing.

Her hair is styled similarly to Harlow’s. Harlow resembles her in almost every way physically, except for her hair. She got her blonde locks from her and Truett’s father.

Speaking of their father, he is walking beside Florence, a bright smile etched on his face. He limps toward his son and hugs him tightly. “Oh, son, I am so proud of how far you and this company has come.” He says. Truett laughs happily and wraps his arm firmly around his father, making sure he doesn’t lose his balance.

His father is a retired police officer turned politician. In his cop days, he was stabbed in the back by a drug dealer, which severed a nerve, permanently giving him a rough limp and balance issues. He usually brings his cane, but he hates using it, and only uses it because Florence gets upset with him if he doesn’t.

The two part from the hug. “You look so handsome!” Florence compliments, and holds Truett’s face. “My boy is all grown up.” She laughs. “Mom, i’ve been grown for years now.” Truett replies. She lightly smacks his shoulder and backs away from him. “Oh, shush.” She smiles.

“Where’s Justice?” Truett asks. “Oh, he’s running late. He’ll be here soon.” His father, Kieran Jackson, explains. Truett nods. “Alright, well, we’ll make ourselves busy so you can get back to hosting. I am so proud of you, Tru.” Florence reminds him, and the couple walk off to mingle with the guests.

Truett sighs, and walks over to the minibar and grabs a non-alcoholic beer and opens it and takes a sip. He’s been sober for years. “Oi! Mr. Jackson!” Calls a voice from beside him.

Truett turns to see a teenager no older than 16 wearing a white button up and black slacks with a silver wallet chain and combat boots adorned with safety pins. He has black makeup smudged on his eyes and a black septum ring. His hair is blonde, and cut in a mullet. He has dark grey, square-shaped aviator prescription glasses and blue eyes.

“You know my mom!” He says, and walks up to Truett. He’s a bit short for his age, at around 5’4. “Enjoying the party, bud?” Truett asks, taking a sip of his beer. “It’s full of boring rich people.” He sighs.

“Fuck the 1%!” He chuckles. Truett raises his beer. “I can cheers to that.” He laughs. “But you’re apart of that.” The kid looks up at him in confusion. “I know. I don’t need this much money. Nobody should have this much money. I may be a millionaire, but I know it’s unethical.” Truett explains.

“So… you’re one of the good ones?” The kid asks. “I guess? I mean, depends on what you mean by that. I try to be the best I can.” Truett shrugs.

Another kid, who looks around the other’s age. He’s taller, wearing similar boots to the other one. He’s slightly pale, with long blue scene hair covering half his face. “Dude, dad is looking for us. Let’s go.” He says.

“But I’m talking to the host! What if he gives me like… a shit ton of money?” The blonde crosses his arms. “Who’s your mom? You said she knew me.” Truett asks. “Anna McKye. I’m Malachi, and this is my older brother Awsten.” Malachi replies. “Oh! Where is she? I was under the impression that she wasn’t coming.” Truett asks.

Malachi shrugs. “Alright, you big freak. Let’s go.” Malachi insults Awsten. Awsten flips off his little brother, and Malachi pretends to bite his hand.

Truett laughs at the two as the walk away, bickering. Truett leaves his place at the bar and starts searching for Anna.

Eventually, he finds her sitting next to her partner, Awsten and Malachi still bickering, but now nearby in the two’s field of vision. “Mr. Jackson!” Anna smiles, and stands up, brushing off her white dress and walking towards him. “Anna! It’s so good to see you. I thought you weren’t coming! I’m glad you changed your mind.” Truett smiles.

“Yeah, I hope you don’t mind that I brought my family.” Anna chuckles. “Not at all. I had a small chat with Malachi not too long ago. Seems like you’ve got your hands full with that one.” Truett replies.

Anna sighs slightly. “Guess we do, huh? Anyways, this is my partner, Maria.” Anna introduces her partner, who then stands up and smiles politely. “I’ve heard about your offer, and I hope you know that we all greatly appreciate it.” Maria thanks him. “It’s no issue.” Truett turns to Anna. “Email me with the verdict on that, okay? You still have my email, right?” Truett asks, and Anna nods.

“Perfect! Well, i’ve got to greet new arrivals, it was lovely seeing you. You have a beautiful family.” Truett says, and walks into his home and to the front door.

Inside, he sees Leon dressed in a black suit. His braids just long enough to be tied back, revealing the shaved parts of his hair. “Leon, hi. I’m glad you came.” Truett smiles. Leon sighs. “I’m sorry about yesterday, Tru.” Leon apologizes. “No! Don’t be, I know it’s hard to accept help like that. I shouldn’t have said what I said, and i’m sorry.” Truett assures him.

Leon smiles slightly. “Thank you. Uh… if that offer is still on the table, I would like to accept it.” Leon replies. Truett nods. “Of course.” Truett places his hand on Leon’s shoulder gently and starts leading him to a bench near the door.

“Kinda sucks we’ll have to pretend to be friends.” Leon chuckles. “Well, we don’t have to.” Truett replies. Leon looks at him skeptically. “What about the press?” Leon asks. “Let then talk. I have enough money to shut them up.” He smiles.

“Sounds like a plan.” Leon hugs Truett. “Time to go public.” Truett says, and they part and walk to the backyard together, hand in hand.

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opossum-writes · 9 days ago

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TANTRUM

A1 P2

1311 words

𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙻'𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙴

𝚆𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗, 𝙳𝙲

Truett breathes a sigh of relief, and rests his forehead against the glass door. “Sure, lock out all the potential customers, what a fantastic boyfriend you are.” The man behind the counter laughs. Truett smiles slightly, and turns around to face him. “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” Truett playfully winks.

“Meet Leon Hartley. My boyfriend. He doesn’t know about my side gig.”

“Nothing, now that you’ve locked out the people that would order anything.” Leon rolls his eyes. “Oh, come on, they wouldn’t have ordered anything. They were just trying to get answers from a stone wall, AKA me.” Truett sighs.

“Fair.” Leon chuckles, and climbs over the counter and walks over to Truett and wraps his arms around his waist. “Have you been workin’ out, psycho cute boy?” He jokes. Truett looks down at his feet, a smile spreading across his face. “Just for you. And i’m not a psycho. A cute boy, however, is an accurate description of yours truly.” Truett smirks.

“See, now i’m not gonna kiss you because of that.” Leon playfully rolls his eyes, and separates from the man.

“Oh, you’re cruel. All because I agreed that i’m cute?” Truett laughs. “You’ve given me the ick.” Leon says, as he walks back to his spot behind the counter. Truett walks over to where he is and rests his elbows near the register. “Just you working today?” He asks.

“Yep. Sasha’s sick, and my mom’s memory has been… not great.” Leon sighs, looking down at the linoleum at his feet, his braids falling beside his face. Truett’s face falls into a slight frown. “Is it getting worse?” Truett asks. Leon’s mother has dementia. She’d been doing fine for a while, but lately her memory is just getting worse and worse.

“She forgot her birthday. Her own birthday, Tru! And we can’t afford the medical bills to get her checked out at the docs.” Leon exclaims, frustrated. Truett hops over the counter and pulls his boyfriend into a hug. “I’m sorry, love.” He says, planting a kiss on the top of Leon’s head.

Leon nuzzles his head into Truett’s chest and sighs. “If you want, I can help you out with the medical bills.” Truett offers. Leon pulls away from his and scoffs slightly. “We’ve been over this. I don’t want your money, that’s not why i’m with you.” Leon replies.

“Leon. You need help. I can provide it. Let me do this for you, please.” Truett sighs, looking into his boyfriend’s dark brown eyes with a frown. “I said no.” Leon says. “Your pride is gonna get you in debt, doll.” Truett crosses his arms. “Excuse me?” Leon asks, clearly getting annoyed with him.

“You know what, I don’t think I want to talk to you right now. Get out.” Leon glares. “Seriously?” Truett asks. Leon doesn’t say anything. “Okay, okay. Understood.” Truett sighs, and climbs back over the counter and leaves the shop.

The press had left a few minutes ago, so it was a stress free walk to the car. He unlocks it and climbs inside.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

𝚆𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝙳𝙲

“Welcome to one of my official jobs.”

“Ah, welcome in chairman. The president would like to speak with you today.” My assistant, Anna, greets me. “Pleasure to see you today, Anna. All is well at home, I hope?” Truett smiles.

“Anna is one of the few things keeping me from resigning from my position. She’s a joy to be around.”

“Yes sir. One of my children kept showing me a photo of a strange looking man, though. No explanation.” Anna chuckles. “Oh? Do you have the photo?” Truett asks, chuckling along with her. “No. He refused to send it to me! It looked like it was a poorly photoshopped face over someone else’s body.” Anna replies.

“Hm. Anyways, did President Johnson tell you the topic of the meeting?” Truett asks, getting back to business. Anna shakes her head. “No sir. Just that it was important.” She answers.

“Walk with me.” Truett says, and the two begin to walk to the Oval Office together. “I’m hosting a dinner party tomorrow night to celebrate three years of JaxTek. Can I count on your attendance? You can bring some family along.” He offers.

The two stop walking once they reach the entrance to the office. “I can try, sir. I’ve been prioritizing my work over my family too much, I hope you understand.” Anna explains. Truett gives a polite nod. “Good luck, Chairman.” Anna smiles, and Truett walks into the office, leaving Anna behind.

“Good afternoon, Chairman. Please, take a seat.” President Johnson greets Truett. He’s sat on a couch, Vice President Hewitt is sat next to him. Johnson gestures to the chair across from the two.

Truett takes a seat and sighs. “You cut funding. Why?” He asks. Johnson laughs. “Straight to business, hm? Still upset over last years election?” Johnson replies. On the surface, it seems to be friendly banter, but if you dig deeper, it’s a taunt. Bait. He wants to upset Truett. He wants him to snap.

“I cut funding as way to… educate you. You can’t truly thrive as a businessman without struggle, and the US government funding your company seemed like too much of an advantage.” Johnson explains. “Mr. President, I mean no disrespect when I say this, but I don’t need a lesson. I’m a grown man, and you’re role in my life is the president of the united states, not my father.” Truett states.

“Excuse me, are you rejecting this generous offer from the president? In such a rude way, as well? Are you sure this is how you want to conduct yourself today, Chairman?” Hewitt asks. Truett clenches his jaw. Silence fills the room. “Why did you need to meet with me today, Mr. President?” He takes a deep breath, trying to remain in control of his rising anger.

“You are fired. Ms. McKye is as well.” Johnson replies, his false friendliness fades, and he leans in closer, his face inches away from Truett’s, in an attempt to intimidate him. Truett remains stone cold. “You two have until the end of the week to move out your stuff. It’s been a pleasure working with you, son.” Johnson smirks.

Truett abruptly stands up. He walks to the door, and right as he places his hand firmly on the handle, he speaks up. “You seem to forget that the majority of the technology you use in the whitehouse is JaxTek. I can revoke that privilege any time, because technically, I bought them.” Truett chuckles. “Is that a threat?” Asks Hewitt. “No, sir. A simple reminder.” Truett says, and leaves the room.

Truett is walking Anna to her car, carrying two boxes underneath his left arm, and his right hand is clutching a briefcase. “It was nice working with you, Mr. Jackson.” Anna cuts the silence, her voice cracking slightly. “Ms. McKye, as the founder and ceo of JaxTek, I am offering you a position as the COO of my company. This offer will always be on the table.” Truett says.

Truett hands her a box labeled ‘Anastasia McKye’ and smiles. “Keep in touch.” He politely nods, and walks off toward his car.

Once inside, he sighs. “Evis, take me home.” He grumbles. “Aye aye. Commencing auto-drive to Jackson Residence. Please buckle up for safety.”

He buckles himself in, and pulls out his phone as his car begins to drive itself to the destination.

Commander Lawrence

I see you’ve been fired.

Well, aren’t you observant. Got eyes and ears everywhere?

Something like that. I think I could help you out. Remember what you promised?

…

Unfortunately, yes. I do.

Good. Come see me in my office soon. Bring your best suit, if you know what I mean.

Yes ma’am. I’ll make sure to pack all the products necessary.

𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙻'𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙴𝙴

𝚆𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗, 𝙳𝙲

“Meet Leon Hartley. My boyfriend. He doesn’t know about my side gig.”

“See, now i’m not gonna kiss you because of that.” Leon playfully rolls his eyes, and separates from the man.

The press had left a few minutes ago, so it was a stress free walk to the car. He unlocks it and climbs inside.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

𝚆𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝙳𝙲

“Welcome to one of my official jobs.”

“Ah, welcome in chairman. The president would like to speak with you today.” My assistant, Anna, greets me. “Pleasure to see you today, Anna. All is well at home, I hope?” Truett smiles.

“Anna is one of the few things keeping me from resigning from my position. She’s a joy to be around.”

“Hm. Anyways, did President Johnson tell you the topic of the meeting?” Truett asks, getting back to business. Anna shakes her head. “No sir. Just that it was important.” She answers.

Truett hands her a box labeled ‘Anastasia McKye’ and smiles. “Keep in touch.” He politely nods, and walks off toward his car.

Once inside, he sighs. “Evis, take me home.” He grumbles. “Aye aye. Commencing auto-drive to Jackson Residence. Please buckle up for safety.”

He buckles himself in, and pulls out his phone as his car begins to drive itself to the destination.

Commander Lawrence

I see you’ve been fired.

Well, aren’t you observant. Got eyes and ears everywhere?

Something like that. I think I could help you out. Remember what you promised?

…

Unfortunately, yes. I do.

Good. Come see me in my office soon. Bring your best suit, if you know what I mean.

Yes ma’am. I’ll make sure to pack all the products necessary.

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opossum-writes · 10 days ago

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TANTRUM

A1, P1

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8647 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝙳

𝚆𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗, 𝙳𝙲.

10:23 𝙰𝙼

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 4𝚝𝚑, 2026

Beep! Beep! Beep!

A large hand slowly creeps out of the soft, white blanket that surrounds the king sized bed, and moves to the mahogany bedside table holding the blaring alarm clock and gently clicks the “stop” button on top of it.

“Ugh…”

Growls the tired man, as he slowly sat up and extended his arms in a long, satisfying stretch.

Some shuffling is heard underneath the bed. “Pspsps!” The man smiles, and pats the empty space in front of him on the bed. A large, fluffy cat crawls out from underneath the bed and arches her back, her tongue poking out of her mouth as she too adjusts to being awake.

She hops onto the bed and rubs against the man’s hand, a soft rhythmic purr leaving her mouth. “Hi!” The man greets his furry companion in a high-pitched voice, like he was speaking to a small child. She greets him back with a small mew, and flops over onto her side, showing off her belly.

“Awe…” The man mumbles. “Time to get up, KiKi.” He continues, and got out of bed. His room is large, across from his bed is a spacious walk in closet, in the right corner of the room is a sturdy door, shut and locked from the inside. On the right side of the bedroom is the bathroom, a jacuzzi bathtub with a shower attachment crowding it’s right-side wall, a wall length mirror spread across the left wall, and below it was a spacious counter with two sinks, although only one was in use, with a tube of Colgate and a soft toothbrush sitting beside the faucet in a light blue plastic reusable cup.

The mirror is adorned with various post-its with reminders on them, as well as daily affirmations.

“My name is Truett Jackson.”

Truett walks into his bathroom and to the urinal hidden behind a sliding door in the furthest left corner of the bathroom, opposite to the urinal is a toilet, sharing the same sliding door attribute as the urinal.

He relieves himself at it, and pulls his boxers briefs back up his well-trained legs and moves over to the sink, lathers his hands up with anti-bacterial soap, making sure to wash up to his elbows, almost as if he was preparing for surgery.

Once his hands are clean, he gently pats his arms dry with a soft, light grey towel, hung on the wall underneath the light switch.

“I know, you must be tired of the same protagonists in all these hero stories. White, rich, and handsome. Same old, same old.”

One of the two smartphones on his bedside table starts vibrating, alerting him to a phone call. The name “Harvey (LAWYER)” is displayed on the screen, as the phone slides around on the table.

“But, fear not!”

Truett walks over to it, and picks up the call. “Mr. Jackson, you wanted to arrange a meeting today, correct?” The voice on the other line says. “I did?” Truett asks.

“If I remember correctly, yes.” He replies. “Cancel.” Truett chuckles dryly into the phone. “Sir, I cleared up spa-“ Harvey is cut off by Truett ending the call.

Truett looks down at his current state of dress, and sighs. He’s wearing nothing but boxer briefs and socks. Small, red hearts are littered on the underwear, and his socks are grey and crew-length.

“I’m still cool! Pinky promise.”

He walks over to his closet, and starts sorting through the options. “Navy? No….” He clicks his tongue, shaking his head slightly at the clean suits available.

He continues to rake through the clothes, until a smile spreads across his face when he finds the winner.

It’s a dark purple, almost black, tuxedo, with a white button up and black slacks.

He puts on the outfit, pairing it with a silver watch and black leather loafers. He puts on a silver chain to match the watch, and replacing his usual blue tie by simply leaving the top four buttons of his button up unfastened, revealing his athletic chest and sleek, silver chain.

He does a quick once over at his floor length mirror, sweeping back his messy, dark brown hair with his fingers, flashing himself a charming smile. He clicks his tongue twice, and goofily fires finger guns at his reflection.

“Lookin’ good, Tru.” He mumbles, and walks out of his closet and to the left side of his room, looking out his large window, the sun illuminating him. “Let’s kick it.” He sighs, and exits his bedroom.

The engine of his dark grey Spectre whirs to life as he slowly rolls out his long, winding driveway. Two black and white fuzzy dice hang from the mirror. “Evis, play rage by DEZI.” Truett requests. The small lights around the steering wheel turn from red to green as a feminine, robotic voice overtakes the speakers. “Aye aye.” Replies the voice, and is then replaced by song.

🎶𝓘'𝓶 𝓪 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱.🎶

Truett lightly taps the wheel along to the beat as he drives through his neighborhood.

🎶𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓵𝓸𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓼.🎶

He gently hums the tune, as he exits his neighborhood, a small, content smile gracing his lips.

🎶𝓘 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓳𝓸𝓫𝓼, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓹𝓪𝔂 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓽.🎶

He turns up the volume of the music as he drives through the city, his fingers tapping more quickly as he grows more and more anxious to get to his destination.

🎶𝓘'𝓶 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂...𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽.🎶

He stops at a red light, and rolls his eyes at the camera clicks he can hear outside his car.

🎶𝓜𝓻. 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝔂𝓷𝓪 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓮𝔂.🎶

The light turns green, and he immediately starts driving again. He mutes the song to try and focus as his senses are overwhelmed by the bright flashing of cameras. “Evis, commence pap protocol.” He grumbles. “Aye aye, commencing pap protocol now.” The windows dim to a dark grey, shielding him from the brightness and preventing anyone from outside the car to see inside.

Eventually, he arrives at the small coffeeshop he was intent on arriving at. He leans over to the passenger seat and opens up the glovebox to grab a blue baseball cap with the words “JACKSON JACKSON 24” and black ray ban sunglasses.

He puts them on, shuts off the car, and steps out, immediately getting a mic shoved in his face. “Sir, what are your thoughts on President Johnson cutting funding on JaxTek?” The news reporter bombards him with a question. Truett holds a hand up to the reporter’s mic and pushes it away from him as he tries to weave through the press.

Right as he thinks he’s in the clear and about to enter the shop, that same reporter stomps up to him and shoves the mic in his face for the second time. “Mr. Jackson, what are your next plans for JaxTek? Will the funds come from out of pocket? Is it true that you’ve been working with an elite criminal organization?” She rattles off.

“Don’t poke the bear.”

Truett grabs the mic out of her hand and looks at the handle closely. “This is… the TalkTek 2.5, correct?” He asks. She nods. “And you are…?” He continues. “Hillary Hinton on Wolf News.” Truett nods slightly.

Truett looks directly into the camera and smiles. “My first step for JaxTek is to make sure that Wolf News cannot use any of it’s products. I will not be answering anymore questions at this time.” Truett gives a quick nod to the cameraman and reporter, and immediately enters the shop, locking the door behind him.

“Unless you want it to throw a…”

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opossum-writes · 13 days ago

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TANTRUM

Act 1, Part 0

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎

𝚆𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚃𝙾𝙽, 𝙳𝙲.

2:33 𝙰𝙼.

Clik… Clak… Clik... Clak…

“Welcome to my side gig…”

A man cautiously sneaks through the halls, planting small devices in various things. Plants, vents, under bookshelves. His gloved hand moving exactly as it should, like these very movements have been rehearsed time and time again.

“It’s… pretty eventful.”

He perks up at the sound of someone walking toward him from around the corner, and immediately hides around the corner.

He holds his arm up, and turns on a high tech device disguised as a simple digital watch. With a press of a button, a small sheet of plastic emerges from the watch and a small video is projected onto it. It’s live footage of the person across the hall. An armed security guard.

“I know, I know. This looks bad.”

He turns off the watch, and it stops projecting onto the plastic, and the sheet retracts back into the watch, turning back into it’s normal self.

“And highly illegal…”

He grabs a small capsule from his belt, removed a pin from it, and throws it at the person across the hall. “Hey-“ the person cuts themselves off by their own coughing fit, shakily bringing their inner elbow to their face as they slowly lose consciousness…

Thud

As soon as he hears them fall, he runs to another room and to a window, carefully opening it and jumping out of it, using his arms to shield his head from danger as he lets himself fall.

He rolls to a stop, and immediately runs away, running right past a security camera. He isn’t afraid, however. Those had conveniently been turned off for “maintenance.”

“And you’d be right. It is.”

The man runs to a large bush, where a customized all black Ego45 is hidden. He wheels it out of the bush, pulling twigs and leaves off of it, and throws his leg over it. He starts it up, and drives away at high speeds. He doesn’t need any lights, his mask has night vision.

“But you’ll thank me later.”

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opossum-writes · 14 days ago

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“Why are you doing this?! You monster!”

“Oh, don’t go throwing a tantrum. That’s my job.”

BANG!

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opossum-writes · 1 month ago

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Sorry for the inactivity

As the title states, I apologize for the inactivity. Writers block hit me like a train. I’ve been busy with life shit. This isn’t the place for me to discuss that, because this is the internet and privacy is a must for me.

I still plan on finishing both TLR and MM, but i’ve been having lots of ideas for some original stories, and I’ve just written the first draft of a prologue/trailer for an original story of mine with a character i’ve been brainstorming for a few weeks.

While i’m working on getting inspiration to continue my current stories, I plan to go back into previous chapters of both The Lonely Ranger & Mystery Man and fix errors in grammar or spelling in stuff, and fix any plot points that might’ve been totally irrelevant to the story n shit so I don’t pull a j.k rowling and retcon everything lmfao. (Full hate to j.k, NO TERFS ALLOWED! 💀)

Anyways, that’s about all I have to share. Any questions, suggestions, or concerns any of you may have, feel free to visit my asks! Have a great day/night.

#fanfiction #romance #wednesday #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #malereader #xmalereader #y/n #nevermore #fanfic #writing #opossum writes #writers on tumblr #original characters #original story #prologue #trailer #TANTRUM

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opossum-writes · 3 months ago

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Meet the OCs in The Lonely Ranger

I’ve been wanting to make this but I end up scratching it. So, at the start of the book, I only planned on having four ocs, but after playing as durge I decided to add a durge oc. So, here is a little post dedicated to explain important info on the ocs without spoilers.

Adrien Sullith

Half-Elf Ranger

Adrien is around 25/26. He worships Selûne, and his love interest is Shadowheart. He’s a wood elf. When he was 19, he witnessed his parents being murdered by sharrans. Before that, he was talkative and loved people, but after experiencing the trauma and grief from that, he became more closed off. He doesn’t like working with people, and isn’t a huge fan of people in general, except for his cousin Adonis. The two of them were raised together, and are more like brothers. He lives in the woods surrounding Baldur’s Gate in an abandoned cabin he cleaned up and moved into. He has a griffin named Lucian which is how he can travel long distances. His background is outlander. He uses an enchanted longbow in combat.

Adonis Gunnar

Human Fighter

Adonis is ten years older than Adrien. He doesn’t worship any god. When he was only ten years old, his parents died from an incurable illness, and he then moved in with his aunt and uncle, AKA Adrien’s parents. Adrien was only a baby when he moved in, and the two became very close over the years. Adonis always wants to help people whenever he can. He’s the type to rush into a burning building to save someone without a second thought. He’s very optimistic, and tries not to take life too seriously, but he isn’t afraid to if need be. His love interest is Minthara. His background is folk hero. He uses a longsword in combat.

Grommash

Half-Orc Barbarian

Enlisted into his home’s military at only 15, he learned from a young age how to kill and how to fight. He’s a selective mute, meaning he only speaks to a select few people. Unless he has to speak, he will just communicate through grunting. One day, when he was 17, after going to retrieve a weapon he left in an enemies chest, he came back to his entire village burned, nothing but ash and ruin. Everyone he knew and loved dead. He learned how to survive alone. A few months after his home was burned, one night he was sitting by his campfire when a wolf pup stumbled into camp. She was abandoned by her mother, and immediately took a liking to Grommash. Grommash tried to get her to leave, but after three days of her following him around and refusing to leave, he decided to let her stay around. He named her Grishna, and the two have been inseparable ever since. His love interest is Lae’zel. His background is soldier. He is around 24.

Ellios

Half-Elf Rogue

Ellios grew up as an urchin, living off of stolen food. He learned how to steal without getting caught at seven years old. When he was 7 he was burned on his face, resulting in a large burn scar across his face. His right eye was blinded at the same time from magic, making it white and cloudy. Ellios prides himself in his skills in seduction. He’s very promiscuous. His main source of income comes from seducing people into getting very drunk and into a room alone with him, where he then knocks them out and robs them. His love interest is Karlach. His background is street urchin. He uses a dagger in combat, and he’s 27.

Alekzarr Tauros

Tiefling Sorcerer & Durge

He’s the dark urge. He’s about the same age as Adonis, so like 35/36. His love interest is Astarion. He’s a resisting durge.

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opossum-writes · 3 months ago

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!minor bg3 spoilers!

Honestly, i’m thinking about introducing Minthara earlier than she is in the game. In TLR, they knocked out Minthara instead of killing her, which is what you have to do if you want to save the tieflings and help the grove but still recruit Minthara.

But, I want a second opinion, especially from the people reading TLR.

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opossum-writes · 3 months ago

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The Lonely Ranger: Pt. 9

“Blood, Cuts, and Myconid Guts.”

A/N: bit shorter than I’d like, but whatever 🤷‍♂️ enjoy

WC: 1049

Halsin, Karlach, Ellios, and Lae’zel are in the goblin camp. “Looks like someone left a note…” Ellios mutters to himself as he grabs the note left by Adrien and reads it. “It’s in Gut’s room.” Ellios says. “How do you know that?” Karlach asks, raising an eyebrow at him skeptically. Ellios holds up the note. “Our good pal Adrien left a note.” Ellios chuckles, and uses the same dagger that once pinned the note to the wall to do the same thing again for the next group.

“Do not forget, we can still be purified at a creche. We should not pursue Halsin’s option so hastily.” Lae’zel explains. “No offense, Lae, but I like my abdomen un-gutted.” Ellios chuckles. “K’chakhi…” Lae’zel grumbles to herself. Ellios gives her the side eye, and they all make their way to Gut’s room.

After a lot of walking, they are now in the myconid colony. “Is it just me, or does everyone else here creeped out by these mushroom folk as well?” Ellios asks. “Calm yourself, Ellios. They will not harm us unless provoked.” Halsin replies. “Yeah… still creepy though.” Ellios shivers slightly.

As they’re walking, Ellios accidentally steps on the foot of a myconid, which results in the myconid pushing Ellios away, knocking Ellios into other myconids, resulting in the entire colony to start attacking everyone. Without much of a choice, they fight back.

“Tsk’va! You idiot!” Lae’zel practically screams at Ellios as she pulls out her longsword and starts attacking the myconids. “It’s not my fault! It was an accident!” Ellios replies as he stabs a myconid with his dagger. “Doesn’t matter, El!” Karlach shouts as she uses her greataxe to decapitate a myconid that was charging at her.

Eventually, they come out on top, and continue their journey. “It wasn’t my fault.” Ellios repeats. “It was all your fault, love.” Karlach replies, smiling slightly. Lae’zel is clearly annoyed. “Why must I associate with these idiots…” Lae’zel groans. Ellios laughs, but quiets down when Lae’zel practically growls at him. “I think she misses her broody boyfriend…” Ellios whispers to Karlach. “No, I think she’s just like that, mate.” Karlach whispers back. “Honestly, they’re kind of perfect for each other. Both are grumpy, both are fantastic at killing people, both tend to opt for the most aggressive option…” Ellios says, and Karlach nods.

They get to the same ravaged beach as the last group, and hop on a raft. They tracked the footprints left by Adonis’ metal boots. As they sail through the dark waters, Ellios is becoming more and more frightened. “You alright there, El?” Karlach asks, concerned. “I’m fine, it’s just… not a huge fan of boats.” Ellios replies, and Karlach looks at him, confused. “How come?” She asks. “No reason.” Ellios answers, his body tense. He’s lying. Karlach crosses her arms and gives the rogue a knowing look, but she drops it anyway. Ellios lets out the breath he was holding in.

Eventually they come to a stop at what looks to be a forge of some sorts, inhabited by duergar. By the looks of it, they’re slavers, based on how they’re speaking to various deep gnomes like they’re disciplining a child. In the distance, they can catch a glimpse of someone who looks familiar.

They hop off the raft, Ellios quickly jumping off as soon as possible, clearly eager to get off the boat. They walk through the forge until a familiar voice stops them. “Hey!! It’zz theee green ladyyy..! Welcome to…” Adonis trails off, his words slurring together in one heap of drunkenness. Before he could finish his sentence, he passed out cold. “Sorry about him. He found beer.” Adrien sighs. “No worries, ranger. I too can get a little tipsy from time to time. I once got so drunk, I managed to take a chimera!” Halsin laughs. “In a fight?” Adrien chuckles, but Halsin just looks at him. Adrien’s face turns from an amused look to an almost horrified expression. “In a fight, right?” He repeats, but Halsin just smiles.

“What in Selûne’s name is wrong with some people…” Adrien mumbles to himself. “Anyways… come on. I’ll show you all to our camp. We can wait for everyone else there.” Adrien explains, and Halsin picks Adonis up and carries him bridal style to the camp.

MEANWHILE…

Alekzarr, Grommash, Wyll, and Gale, are walking through the dead myconid corpses left behind by group B. Alekzarr is clearly disturbed, but he isn’t say anything. Grommash scrunches his nose up in disgust at the bodies, and Gale and Wyll are upset as well. “What in Mystra’s name happened here…?” Gale asks. Grommash grunts in response. “Sorry friend, I don’t believe I speak grunt.” Gale chuckles, trying to lighten the mood. Grommash huffs and glares at him. “Well, alright then…” He mumbles. They continue their journey in silence. After seeing the footprints left behind by groups A and B, they find the ravaged beach and hop on a raft. Gale is piloting it, Wyll is keeping a lookout for anyone or anything ahead, Grommash is using the water to wet some rags from his pack so he can clean off the dried blood that coated his sword.

Alekzarr is sitting next to Grommash, his eye twitching slightly as he watches Grommash wring out a bloody rag into the water. His left hand is subconsciously moving to grab the blade of Grommash’s sword, and he presses his palm firmly on the blade and runs it across, cutting deeply into his hand. As Grommash looks at him, annoyed that he’d dirty a blade he just cleaned, Alekzarr swipes his tongue across his hand, licking the blood, tasting it… savoring it. Grommash’s face turns from one of annoyance into a slightly disturbed one. He grunts, and stands up and walks away from Alekzarr as he uses his rag to clean off the tiefling’s blood.

Alekzarr seems to be in a sort of… trance. Like someone else is contolling him. After Grommash leaves, he snaps out of it, and looks down at his hand in horror as he realizes what he’d just done. Wyll notices, and tosses him some bandages, not knowing how he got the cut. Alekzarr bandages the wound, and stares at his reflection in the water. What is wrong with him?

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opossum-writes · 3 months ago

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The Lonely Ranger: Pt. 8

“Group A’s Underdark Adventure.”

A/N: sorry for the lack of content lately, had to deal with some issues in my personal life (don’t worry, i’m fine), but i’m back now! I’ve been having some writers block, but that’ll hopefully get cleared up after some more bg3. Hope you enjoy today’s chapter!

WC: 1512

Adrien wakes up, sweating bullets. He slowly sits up, and pinches the bridge of his nose. His head is throbbing. His whole body is shaking, and it feels like he’s just been thrown into the fiery pits of Avernus with how hot he feels. He closes his eyes, and when he opens them, it feels like the whole world is spinning.

He drowsily steps out of his tent and slowly walks toward the pond, and collapses onto his knees in front of the water, the knees of his pants soaking up the cool pond water like sponges, but he’s too woozy to notice. He shakily uses his hands to splash water on his face, but it’s no use. It doesn’t cool him down at all.

Suddenly, a knife meets his throat as strong arms wrap around him. “You feel it, don’t you? You’re about to transform. I’ll make quick work of you. Then everyone else infected, and then myself. I will not be ghaik.” Lae’zel says. “L-Lae’zel, stop. It’s probably just a fever. It’ll calm down in the morning.” Adrien says, quickly wrapping his hands firmly around the gith’s wrists. Lae’zel huffs, and backs away from Adrien and drops the knife. “Tsk’va! You better be right, istik.” She grumbles, and stomps off to her tent. Adrien lays down, not bothering to go back to his tent, and drifts off to sleep…

Adrien wakes up and is greeted by an unfamiliar woman healing him. “I came just in time. You were transforming.” She says, and Adrien quickly backs away from her, his eyes full of distrust as he looks up at her. “Don’t worry, I’m only trying to help. You have no reason to fear me, Adrien.” The woman explains. “Who are you?” Adrien asks.

“An adventurer, like you. I have also been infected with the same parasite as you, and I too seek to be rid of it. I believe we can help each other. All you have to do…” The woman pauses her sentence and offers a hand to Adrien. “Is trust me.” She says. Adrien doesn’t grab her hand, and gets up on his own instead. “Independent. Good. I have to go, but we will meet again, Adrien. You have my word.” The woman says, and smiles. Adrien looks at her, still not convinced. And then… he wakes up.

Adrien, Adonis, Shadowheart, and Astarion, are all back in the goblin camp, searching for the entrance to the underdark. “Alright… we’ve checked every room except for Gut’s room. Let’s leave a note for everyone else so they know where to look.” Adonis says. Adrien nods, and pulls out a small notepad and quickly jots down the necessary information and grabs a dagger from a goblin corpse left behind from when they fought the camp and pins the note to a nearby wooden post.

The four then enter Gut’s probate chambers. At first, it’s all useless rubbish, until they find a room with strange stone tablets on the ground. After some investigation, they discover that they can move. “You know… I saw something like this when we were fighting all those goblins. If I can just…” Astarion trails off as he starts to move the stone tablets into the design he saw, and theres an audible click sound in front of them.

Adrien walks over to the sound, and sees a lever. Curious, he pulls it, and behind him a hidden stone door moves, revealing a hidden entrance into the underdark. “Well, looks like we’ve found it. Good timing, I was beginning to get tired of being in this Selûnite temple…” Shadowheart sneers. “And i’ve been tired of hearing you use my goddess’s name in vain, but you don’t hear me complaining, do you?” Adrien groans. “Oh you little-“ “Quit it, you two! We found the entrance, so quit your bickering and lets get going.” Adonis interrupts Shadowheart, and holds his arm out in front of her to keep her from charging at Adrien. Shadowheart scoffs, and Adrien rolls his eyes, but that seemed to work, because the two have simmered down. One at a time, the four of them descend down into the underdark on a ladder.

Adrien, the last to make it down, lands on the ground with a slight thud, and he looks around at the abandoned Selûnite building. He grabs ahold of his pendant, closes his eyes, and mutters a prayer to himself softly. Shadowheart opens her mouth to say something, but she gives up once she sees the disappointed glare Adonis is giving her. She rolls her eyes, instead.

Suddenly, a minotaur charges at them, but rams into the gate. The four of them jump slightly, but before the minotaur can break down the gate, beams of light shoot at it, killing it within seconds. The four of them watch in confusion. Adrien grabs a small rock off the ground and throws it between the gate, and as soon as it hits the stairs on the other side, a beam of light is quickly fired at it. “Well, it seems we’re stuck here.” Astarion scoffs dramatically. “Oh, quit the theatrics, vampy. There has to be some kind of… off switch, or something.” Adrien replies, and Astarion childishly pokes his tongue out at the half-elf.

Adonis glares at Astarion like a grump and tired father, and then looks around at the area, searching for a mechanism of some kind that might turn off the beams. He doesn’t find anything, but he does see a glowing moonstone on top of the statue of Selûne in the middle of the room. “Oi! Adrien, look up.” Adonis says, and Adrien looks in the direction Adonis pointed at. “Think you can hit it with an arrow?” Adonis asks, and Adrien scoffs playfully. “Think? I know I can.” Adrien smirks, and Shadowheart groans at his arrogance. Adrien pulls out his longbow, and fires an arrow at the stone, hitting it on his first try, and deactivating the statues outside the gate that were responsible for the beams.

Adrien puts his bow away, still smirking. “Told you.” He replies, and Adonis laughs and gives him a quick pat on the back. Adrien jolts forward slightly from it due to Adonis’ strength. Adonis walks over to the lever that opens the gate and pulls it. The gate creaks open, and the four continue their journey through the underdark.

As they venture through the dangerous area, they hear a voice. “More are coming.” It says. “I’m not the only one hearing that, right?” Adrien asks. “Careful. If we can hear it, then it can hear us. It’s best if we stay quiet.” Shadowheart replies. “Oh, and are you suddenly the expert on mysterious voices?” Adrien asks, annoyed. “Both of you, please, shut up.” Astarion grumbles.

They continue walking, until they see a group of what looks like… living mushrooms. After a small discussion, the mushroom people, Myconids, agree to let them pass.

They travel through the myconid colony, and to a ravaged beach, where duergar appear to be searching for something. They try to sneak past, but are quickly caught thanks to Adonis’ loud armor. After a quick fight, the find a raft. “I say we set sail.” Adonis says, his attitude as optimistic as usual. “Do you have any clue what might be lurking in those waters? And what would we find on the other side? Who knows what horrors we might face!” Adrien argues, and Adonis thinks for a moment, before shrugging his shoulders. “I mean… people back home call me the dragon slayer for a reason.” Adonis replies, smiling. “Because you killed a kobold that stole Ms. Humphrey’s jewelry. Hardly an impressive feat, Adonis.” Adrien says, annoyed.

Astarion laughs, but quickly shuts up when Adrien gives him a quick glare. “Whatever is out there, i’m sure we’ll survive. I mean, we’ve made it this far, haven’t we?” Astarion says. Adonis cheers “See? Someone who sees sense.” Adonis chuckles. “Okay, for once, i’m siding with the tosser. We should play it safe for now.” Shadowheart replies, and Adrien gives her a smug look. “Don’t let it get to your head. I still don’t like you.” She adds, and Adrien rolls his eyes.

Before anyone else can say anything, Adonis and Astarion hop on the raft and Adonis sets sail. “Oh, you dense bugger!” Adrien shouts, annoyed, and Shadowheart and Adrien both chase after the raft, jumping onto it just in time. “If anything happens, I blame the both of you!” Adrien grumbles. “Welcome aboard, darling.” Astarion chuckles. “This is your captain speaking, we are currently sailing across the murky waters of the underdark, please keep all arms and legs on the boat at all times and look out for monsters!” Adonis says playfully, and Shadowheart groans. Astarion laughs. “Careful now, if you frown too much your face might get permanently stuck that way.” He teases. “Shut up, vampy.” Adrien replies. “Oh, you’re no fun.” Astarion replies. The four if them continue their journey across the water, prepared for whatever might be thrown at them…

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The Lonely Ranger: Pt. 7

“A Late Night Swim”

A/N: honestly more of a filler chapter ig. Sorry if all the romance scenes seem rushed, I wanted to establish some kind of relationships between the romances. Minthara is yet to join the party, so Adonis is kinda chillin for now. Alekzarr has a love interest, but he’s a bit of a last minute OC, plus that’s way more of a slow burn than everyone else’s. Anyways, it’s a bit shorter than I usually like, but I hope everyone enjoys.

WC: 1700

It’s the afternoon, everyone is still tired. They all stayed up late. Adonis is somehow the only one not severely hungover, when he is the one who drinks the most. Well, Alekzarr didn’t drink. Alekzarr hasn’t spoken since last night. He’s currently in his tent. He clearly wants to be alone.

Adrien and Shadowheart aren’t anywhere to be seen. Gale is angrily cooking breakfast, and Ellios and Karlach are taking turns dunking their faces into the pond. Grommash is throwing up into a bush, and Lae’zel is holding his hair so it won’t fall over his face. Astarion seems the most normal, even though he is also hungover. He’s laying near the pond, trying to get a tan while sipping from a cup that has what looks to be blood in it. Wyll is sat on a rock massaging his forehead.

Adonis walks over to Karlach and Ellios. “Oi! Have you seen Adrien anywhere? I haven’t seen him since last night.” Adonis asks, concerned. Ellios pulls his head out from under the water and turns around to look at Adonis. “I haven’t seen him. However, last night, I heard him LOUD and clear. Gods, I wish I could erase that from my memory…” Ellios replies, and Karlach laughs, then immediately holds her head in pain. “Gods, even laughing hurts…” Karlach groans. “Dunk your head back in, it’ll help.” Ellios says, and immediately puts his head back underwater, and Karlach does the same. “Alright then. I guess i’ll just look for him myself…” Adonis mumbles, and walks away.

Right as he’s about to leave camp to look for Adrien, Adrien and Shadowheart walk back into camp, side by side. Shadowheart is walking a little funny, and Adrien is lacking a shirt and his neck and shoulders are covered in dark purple bruises. “Good morning…” Adrien groans. “It’s the afternoon, Adrien. Where were you? I was just about to search for you!” Adonis says, and Shadowheart chuckles and smirks at Adrien. “I was with Shadowheart. Quit your worryin’, you sound like my mum.” Adrien smiles.

Ellios walks up to the three of them, and as soon as he sees Adrien he laughs. “HAH! Thats why I heard you groanin’! You two finally shagged! I gotta go tell Astarion!” Ellios laughs, and runs over to Astarion and tells him. Astarion immediately stands up. “Oh dear gods, finally!” Astarion says. Adrien turns a bright red and walks over to his tent. Adonis has now joined in on the laughing.

It’s the evening now, and someone else has joined the camp. Halsin, the archdruid from the emerald grove is visiting. He told everyone that he needs help getting to moonrise towers, and that he thinks there might be a cure there. However, the road to moonrise towers is going to be… tricky. Halsin said they’d have to travel through the shadow cursed lands. There are two options to get there, through the mountain pass, or; the underdark.

The party is split. Adrien, Lae’zel, Adonis, Ellios, and Karlach all want to go through the mountain pass. Shadowheart, Alekzarr, Halsin, Grommash, and Gale want to travel through the underdark. Wyll is undecided, and Astarion doesn’t care either way. Ellios is currently trying to convince Astarion that the mountain pass is the best way to go, and Gale is trying to convince Wyll to travel through the underdark.

“The underdark is a death wish! You don’t want to die, right?” Ellios says, looking at Astarion. The two of them get along well, since they’re both rogues and have similar personalities. “That is a fair point, I suppose. But where’s the fun in that? The underdark is exciting. Sure, I could get killed by anything that breathes down there, but it would be fun.” Astarion replies. “You know, I actually think i’d like to go into the underdark.” Astarion says, and Ellios groans. Eventually, after a few arguments and heated discussion, a coin flip or two, and a rock paper scissors match, everyone has agreed to go through the underdark, albeit some did so begrudgingly.

They all will make their way to the goblin camp, where there is supposedly an entrance to the underdark, tomorrow. They’ll be separated in groups of four. Group A is Adrien, Adonis, Shadowheart, and Astarion. Group B is Halsin, Karlach, Ellios, and Lae’zel. Group C is Alekzarr, Grommash, Gale, and Wyll.

The sun has started setting, and Karlach and Ellios are sitting on the shore. Theres a comfortable silence surrounding the two of them. They’ve become quite close, and it’s obvious to everyone. But, there is also an undeniable amount of… tension, between the two of them. It’s a constant “will they won’t they” with them.

“So… how’d you get that burn on your face, El?” Karlach interrupts the silence, both still facing the setting sun. Ellios is about to answer the question, but as he opens his mouth to say something, he realizes what Karlach called him. He’s not used to having nicknames, most people don’t care enough to ask him for his name, and he usually gives a fake one when trying to get somebody alone so he can rob them in private.

But, something about how it effortlessly rolled off the tiefling’s tongue made Ellios feel warm inside. It felt right. “El?” Ellios asks, smiling slightly, moving his gaze from the sky to the barbarian next to him. “Well, it’s about time I gave you a nickname. Unless you don’t like it…” Karlach chuckles. “No! Not at all. I like it.” Ellios assures her, his smile growing wider. Karlach smiles back at him. “Alright then, El.” Karlach replies. The two look back at the sun.

“You never answered my question.” Karlach says. “Oh, yeah. I, uh… ran into some… pretty bad people. They decided to mess with me a bit. They seemed to get a real kick out of burning my face with magic.” Ellios explains, and Karlach frowns slightly at the story. “I really wish I could hug you.” Karlach sighs. “A hug would be nice.” Ellios chuckles.

Suddenly, Karlach gets an idea. “Oh! Do you know how to swim, El?” Karlach asks, smiling. “Of course I do. Who doesn’t?” Ellios replies. “Maybe if we’re in the water, I might be cool enough to touch!” Karlach says. “Huh. That might work. I know a spot we could swim in that’s a bit more private. Might as well go there now, since we leave tomorrow.” Ellios suggests, and Karlach immediately stands up. “I’m so excited! Lead the way, soldier!” Karlach says, giggling and jumping up and down excitedly. Ellios laughs, and stands up, and starts walking to the spot, Karlach following closely behind.

The two get there in less than ten minutes, and Ellios was definitely right. It’s a small lake, with clear water, hidden behind various trees and bushes. “Well, what do you think?” Ellios asks, and Karlach looks down at him, smiling even wider. “It’s perfect. You are the best.” Karlach says, and Ellios’ cheeks turn a slight pink. Karlach doesn’t notice, though. “Well, what’re you waitin’ for! Take those clothes off and hop in.” Karlach laughs, and begins to undress.

“Eager to see me in my underwear, huh?” Ellios teases. “Maybe. Maybe not.” Karlach chuckles. She’s now in her underwear, waiting on Ellios to undress as well.

Ellios unbuttons his shirt slowly, and Karlach turns away. Ellios drops his shirt on the ground and takes off his shoes, and then his trousers. “I’m surprised you didn’t try takin’ a peek at me.” Ellios chuckles, and Karlach turns around, immediately blushing a very deep red as soon as she sees him. “I can see why you’ve got a big ego.” Karlach teases, and Ellios snorts. “Good one.” Ellios chuckles.

The two slowly step into the water, and Ellios starts shivering. “Gods, it’s cold.” He says. “It’s nice for me. Probably because i’m in a constant state of heat.” Karlach replies. Ellios and Karlach both dunk their heads in and out of the water. “Well, moment of truth…” Ellios says, and hesitantly places a hand on Karlach’s shoulder. And… he’s fine. “Huh…” Ellios mumbles, and Karlach immediately grabs him and pulls him to her in a tight hug. Ellios laughs, and hugs her back. “Gods, i’ve needed a hug for so long…” Karlach says, smiling and burying her head into the rogue’s shoulder. Ellios gently caresses the back of her head, while his other arm is wrapped firmly around her waist.

The two pull away and look into each other’s eyes. “You know, I think I might have a bit of a crush on you, El.” Karlach says. Ellios smiles at her. “Just a bit?” He asks, quirking an eyebrow at her. “Maybe a little more…” Karlach replies, leaning in slightly. “Well, the feeling is very mutual.” Ellios smirks, and starts leaning in as well.

Right before their lips connect, they stop. “You have no idea how long i’ve wanted to kiss you.” Karlach says. “Well, now’s your chance. Don’t be a tease.” Ellios flirts, and Karlach smiles and immediately closes the gap. Her lips are chapped, and Ellios’ are soft and smooth. Their lips move in sync. Ellios is a much better kisser than Karlach. He’s not the one to say no to a hook up or three, so he has experience. To be fair, Karlach hasn’t been able to touch anyone in ten years. However, it doesn’t make Ellios enjoy her any less. Ellios’ hands move to her cheeks to pull her closer to him, and Karlach wraps her arms around his waist, pressing her body to his. Ellios moves his hands to her hair and grabs it, and Karlach lets out a slight hum, and Ellios smiles into the kiss.

After a few more minutes of making out, of course with breaks for air every now and then, the two separate. “I think we should head back, now. It’s pretty dark.” Karlach says, frowning slightly. “Yeah, I guess so… i’ll walk you to your tent.” Ellios says. “Quite the gentleman, huh?” Karlach teases. “Maybe chivalry isn’t dead, after all.” Ellios replies, smirking. The two walk back in a comfortable silence, content with just being around each other…

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Bg3 characters as memes I found on Pinterest: pt 3

Much smaller than other two bc I ran out of room on pt 2 so yippeeee

I think these r the ones I missed but i’m not sure

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Bg3 characters as memes I found on Pinterest: Pt 2

WARNING: minor durge spoilers

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Fan favorite OC poll 2: electric boogaloo

The Lonely Ranger

So, last time only three ppl voted, including myself 😭 so now that the main four oc’s have had their time to marinate, it’s time to make a new poll. A fifth oc was introduced in the most recent chapter, but I won’t make a new poll with him until he has also had time to marinate in the favorite oc stew yet lol.

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The Lonely Ranger: Pt. 6

“So Wrong, So Right.”

A/N: another fade to black. Idk, it felt natural. It’s near the end of the chapter, so feel free to skip. I’ll add a pepper emoji to it and the previous fade to black later bc i’m lazy lol /hj

WC: 2247

It’s late, but the camp couldn’t be more awake. It’s lit up by torches and a campfire, and almost every is walking around and mingling with a goblet of wine in their hands. The tieflings the group helped have joined their camp for a night to celebrate.

Grommash and Lae’zel are standing side by side, far away from everyone. They’re talking, but too far away for anyone to hear. Grommash is only comfortable speaking to Lae’zel, for now. Ellios and Karlach are dancing together, and Wyll and Gale are chatting about different spells and books. Adonis and Adrien are sat on a broken log, talking and laughing together.

“Remember that time you brought a raccoon home? Mum and dad were horrified!” Adonis chuckles, and Adrien laughs. “I begged them to let me keep ‘im! I named him Scruffy. He told me he was happier outside, so I let him out.” Adrien smiles. “I think that day was when I realized you were going to be a ranger. You’ve always been close to nature.” Adonis says, his smile beaming with pride.

“Yeah, I guess so. I can’t picture myself as anything besides a ranger. Perhaps a druid.” Adrien shrugs. “Remember the time I accidentally cut my finger off playing five finger filet?” Adonis asks, and Adrien nods. “Mum had to reattach it with a thread and needle and cast cure wounds on it.” Adrien adds. “Yeah, she did…” Adonis trails off. Adrien looks across the camp at Shadowheart. Her green eyes sparkling with joy as Ellios tries to teach her how to dance. She let her hair out of her ponytail. It’s long, and wavy. She looks beautiful.

Adrien smiles softly at the view, without realizing it. “You fancy her, don’t you?” Adonis chuckles, nudging his cousin with his elbow. “What? No, I detest her.” Adrien corrects. “I don’t think you hate her as much as you wish you do. Ask her to spend time with you. In private.” Adonis suggests. “I’m more scared of her saying yes than her saying no. If she says yes, and we start dating, what will everyone think? A sharran and a selûnite. That relationship would be destined to fail. And what would Selûne think? She’d probably abandon me. My goddess would hate me forever, no doubt.” Adrien sighs.

“Adrien, seriously. Almost all of us have mindflayer tadpoles in our heads that will turn us into soulless monsters that wreak havoc everywhere. You’ve got an unknown number of days left to live. You’ve don’t want to die without knowing love.” Adonis says, and pats him on the shoulder. Adrien thinks for a moment, before sighing. “I hate that you’re right.” He says, and walks over to Shadowheart, who is now drinking wine by herself. “Well, hello there, Shadowheart. Come here often?” Adrien attempts to flirt with her. Years of living alone certainly hasn’t made him a very charismatic person.

“Yes, actually. We are practically living at this camp, you idiot.” Shadowheart chuckles. “Huh. I was expecting you to snap at me and tell me to sod off.” Adrien smirks. “Jury’s still out.” Shadowheart takes a sip of her wine. “Would you like get away from here tonight?” “I know a spot where we can drink wine, away from all the noise.” The two of them make the same offer at the same time. Shadowheart giggles. “I’ll take that as a yes. I’ve still got the bottle i’ve been saving for someone special. I can grab it from my tent and you can tell me where this secret spot of yours is.” Adrien laughs softly.

“Sounds good. Be warned, however. If you try anything, anything at all, I will not hesitate to stab you.” Shadowheart warns, and Adrien jokingly salutes. “I’ll see you later, then?” Shadowheart asks, a slight smile on her face. “Yeah. I’ll see you later.” Adrien smiles back.

He walks back over to Adonis, and sits back down next to him, still smiling. “It went well, I take it?” Adonis chuckles. “Yeah. It did.” Adrien replies, and Adonis starts to nudge his elbow. “Look at you! Adrien, king of flirting.” Adonis teases. “Oh, shut it, you little prick.” Adrien laughs. Adonis stops nudging him. “I’m happy for you, mate. Enjoy the date. You’ve earned it, after saving all these lives. It’s so rewarding to see their faces light up with hope after helping them.” Adonis says, looking at all the tieflings partying.

“I guess so. I’ve never exactly been much of a hero. Unless it’s an animal in need, then I always try to save them.” Adrien explains. “That’s how you found Lucian, right?” Adonis asks, and Adrien smiles. “Yeah! I’m surprised you remembered. He was caught in a hunter’s net. He was real angry, which was understandable. He was scared. I let him out, and he flew off, only to return the next day. He’s been loyal ever since.” Adrien explains. After a couple more minutes of chatting between the two cousins, Adonis decides to wander about the camp and mingle.

A certain tiefling catches his eye. He’s never seen them before, and he definitely wasn’t from the grove. He’s standing off to the side, practically hiding from everyone. He had a fearful look in his eyes, and an ever-so-subtle glint of… darkness. He was tall. Taller than Karlach and Adonis. He looked around six foot and seven inches. He had a lot of muscle to him, as well as various scars across his arm.

His horns curved slightly backward, and had blue bases and white tips. His hair was long, and wavy, and was bright blue as well. His skin was an icy light blue, with pale white patches. He had well maintained stubble on his face, which matched his hair in color. His eyes were a bright, glowing red, with dark red, almost black looking scleras. He had dark blue freckles all over him. He had silver scales across his face.

Based on his garb, he seemed to be a sorcerer. And by the look of his scales, he was one with a draconic bloodline. He had a scar across his lip and another across his left eyebrow. He gripped his quarter staff tightly. “Oi, are you alright there, mate?” Adonis asks him. The tiefling turns to him quickly, but relaxes when he sees a genuine look of concern on Adonis’ face. “Who are you?” The tiefling asks, his voice shaky and nervous. “Adonis Gunnar. Don’t worry, I mean you no harm. What’s your name?” Adonis asks, slowly stepping toward him.

“The Dark- I mean… Alekzarr Tauros… I think.” The tiefling, Alekzarr, replies. Adonis looks at up at the man, confused. “You think? You’re not sure?” Adonis asks. “I’m not very sure of anything, right now. I woke up on a mindflayer ship, with a tadpole in my brain. I’ve been sleeping nearby your camp for the last few days. I-I should have turned by now, but I haven’t.” Alekzarr rambles anxiously.

Now that Alekzarr mentions his delayed ceremorphosis, Adonis and everyone else infected at camp should’ve transformed days ago. “Same here. Look, i’ve got some friends in camp who have the same problem as you. I think you should join us. We’ve been looking for a cure.” Adonis offers. The tiefling looks down at him, before hesitantly walking toward him. Suddenly, they both start having terrible headaches, and they get a look into each other’s minds.

Blood. So much blood. All coming from a mangled corpse of a human. Alekzarr’s hands shaking, covered in the blood of the corpse. Then running. So much running. Running from himself and what he’d done.

Then it stops, and Adonis is back in his own mind again. Adonis quickly pulls his sword and presses the tip of the blade to Alekzarr’s chest. “Explain what I just saw. Why did you kill them?” Adonis asks, his voice lower than usual. “I didn’t want to… I swear! I just… woke up, and there they were. The blood was on my hands, but I had no recollection of it. It was like… some kind of urge took over me, and my actions were no longer my own.” Alekzarr explains.

Adonis hesitantly puts his sword away. “I believe you. If you try anything, your heart will meet my blade.” Adonis threatens. “I won’t.” Alekzarr says. “Go to camp.” Adonis commands, and Alekzarr practically runs into camp, away from Adonis.

It’s even later, and the tieflings have left. Excluding Karlach and Alekzarr, of course. Everyone besides Adrien and Shadowheart have fallen asleep. Adrien is in his tent, doing what he can to look nice for his date. He’s decided to let his hair down for once. Instead of his armor, he’s wearing a nice white tunic and black trousers.

Once he’s done, he steps out of his tent, holding the bottle of wine he’d been saving. He was expecting Shadowheart to be in her tent still, but he was proven wrong. As soon as he stepped out, the first thing he saw was Shadowheart waiting for him. Her hair was still down, and instead of her usual outfit, she was wearing black form fitting trousers and a black tight shirt. Her collar stopped above her abdomen, revealing her soft, pale skin.

The shirt had no sleeves, and was adorned by different pieces of silver. It fit her perfectly. She made Adrien’s hands start shaking, and all confidence leave him as soon as he saw how gorgeous she looked. “I- uhm… I’ve got the wine.” Adrien says, chuckling nervously. “Good. I’ve been looking forward to this.” Shadowheart smiles. “Follow me. And keep your eyes to yourself, I can tell when you’re staring.” Shadowheart says, and turns away from him and starts walking. Adrien followed after her, his eyes stuck on the ground. Every so often, he’d look up to look at her, then quickly look back down.

Eventually, Shadowheart stops walking and sits down near the edge of a cliff. The view is stunning, and you can see the stars clear as day. Although, theres only one beautiful view Adrien is focused on.

He takes a seat beside Shadowheart, with cheeks almost as red as Karlach. He outs down the two goblets of wine, and pours wine into both. “So… tell me about yourself. Besides tadpoles, and besides Selûne.” Shadowheart says, smiling softly at the ranger. “Well, I grew up between Baldur’s Gate and Rivington. My mother was an elf, and my father was a human. I was raised alongside Adonis. His father was my uncle on my father’s side.” Adrien explains, and Shadowheart looks at him, her attention on him and him only.

“I was raised in a hidden cloister beneath Baldur’s Gate. I don’t remember much besides that.” Shadowheart says, and Adrien looks at her, confused. “Why not?” Adrien asks, tilting his head to the side slightly. “I had my memories taken from me. It’s normal for Sharrans to have their memories taken before a mission.” Shadowheart explains.

“That sounds awful. But, I’ll reserve my judgment. We’re not here to debate our goddesses character, we’re here to get to know each other.” Adrien sighs. “Thank you, Adrien.” Shadowheart smiles. “Now, I think it’s about time for a toast, what do you say, Adrien?” Shadowheart smiles, holding up her goblet. Adrien smiles back, and holds his goblet up as well. “To us.” Adrien says, and they both take a sip of wine.

“And what would ‘us’ entail, hm?” Shadowheart asks, raising an eyebrow at him. “I’m… not sure. Do you have something in mind?” Adrien replies, chuckling slightly. “Yeah, I do…” Shadowheart trails off, her eyes wandering down to Adrien’s lips. “Oh, yeah? And what is it?” Adrien replies, looking down at her lips, subconsciously moving closer. Silence washes over the two of them. In this moment, there is not anything more important. It is just Shadowheart and Adrien. No tadpoles, no goblins, no one else. Just them. And that’s all that matters right now.

Shadowheart leans in, and the two become aware of how close they are. They can feel each other’s breath. There is less than an inch of empty space between their lips. “This is wrong, isn’t it?” Adrien breaks the silence. “Very wrong…” Shadowheart replies. The tension in the air is so thick. The mutual desire over the past few days has finally lead to this. It’s wrong, and they both know that. This relationship would never work. “It feels… very right, though.” Shadowheart says. “Very.” Adrien agrees. Shadowheart’s head is begging her to pull away. This man is not worth her faith. But she doesn’t. Her heart is beating like a war drum in her chest.

But… it doesn’t stop her from slamming her lips into Adrien’s. He kisses her back with the same ferocity, and wraps his arms around her waist as she climbs into his lap, knocking over their wine. That doesn’t stop them, though. Shadowheart grabs a fistful of his hair in each hand and pulls him closer to her. Adrien lets out a low groan as Shadowheart’s move from his to his neck as she bites and nibbles at his neck, leaving dark bruises in her wake.

Shadowheart moves her hands from his hair to his tunic and rips it open by the collar. She moves back to his lips, and continues kissing him. Adrien bites her lip slightly, and she gasps softly, but keeps going anyway. These two are in for a very long night…

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The Lonely Ranger: Pt. 5

“Dogs, Waterfalls, & Love/Hate Relationships.”

A/N: there is a slightly spicy scene in here. Nothing crazy, just fade to black/implied sex. I don’t write smut, bc i’m only a wee bab /j. Anywho, theres a twilight reference in here somewhere. Keep an eye out >:D enjoy!

WC: 1911

Ellios and Karlach are playing chess with rocks, sticks, and pebbles, and other objects found on the ground, Gale is sitting beside Ellios, and whispering good plays into his ear. Karlach is surprisingly good at chess. You’d think she’d be a bit rusty at it, because she spent ten years of her life in the hells. But, Karlach is full of surprises.

Shadowheart is praying in her tent. She’s been doing that way more after she went on a rant about how much she hates Adrien while contradicting that with how she described him at the same time. Like a backhanded compliment in reverse… a backhanded insult.

Adrien is out by himself, foraging for mushrooms. He brought Lucian with, so he’s well protected. Grommash is working on training Grishna for combat. It isn’t going very well, she just keeps licking him and having zoomies around camp. Lae’zel is trying to help Grommash, but she can’t seem to get much luck either with training the wolf.

Astarion is sitting outside of his tent, polishing one of his many daggers. After everything that happened yesterday, everyone now knows what he really is. A vampire spawn. Not a full vampire, but still has the same hunger as one. “All the downsides and none of the benefits.” He said.

He’s able to not burn in the sun because of the tadpole. He said it feels like it’s keeping him alive. Wyll is having some rest in his tent. He’s not asleep, but he’s still cozy in bed.

Grommash seems quite comfortable with Lae’zel, and Lae’zel appears to feel the same way around him. Somehow, without Grommash ever saying a word to her, only grunting, they’ve seemed to become quite close with one another. They sit side by side when eating meals. “Istik, you’re doing it wrong. Pay attention.” Lae’zel says, holding a crumb of bread above Grishna’s mouth. She clicks her tongue once, and Grishna immediately walks over to her and sits beside her, practically leaning against the side of her leg.

“Stay.” Lae’zel commands, and walks a few feet away from Grishan and kneels down and holds her arms in front of her, the steel of her armor protecting her skin from any harm inflicted by Grishna’s sharp teeth. “Attack!” Lae’zel says, and Grishna runs at full speed toward Lae’zel, tackling her and licking all over her face. “Tsk’va! No! Stop!” Lae’zel shouts, but Grishna doesn’t stop.

“Stop her! Grommash!!” Lae’zel shouts, as Grishna continues to lick her face all over. Grommash just looks at the wolf and Lae’zel and chuckles. “Grommash!” Lae’zel shouts again, and this time he listens and whistles to get Grishna’s attention. Grishna immediately stops licking Lae’zel and looks behind her at her owner. He clicks his tongue twice and she walks over to him. He clicks his tongue once more, and she sits beside his legs. He leans his head down to the wolf and whispers something to her. He walks over to Lae’zel, who is still laying on the ground.

He holds his hand out to her. It’s just as green as the rest of him, and his palm and fingers are rough and calloused. “Come.” He says. His voice is slightly raspy. He hasn’t spoken since Adrien first convinced him to join the camp. Lae’zel grabs his hand, and he helps lift her up. Well, more like he picked her up. He’s much stronger than her, so he accidentally lifted her off the ground entirely for a second. Grommash doesn’t let go of her hand, instead, he holds it tightly and leads her somewhere through the woods.

Eventually, they arrive at a waterfall. “I found this. Once our missions are completed, I will make it my own. My permanent camp… my ukrypt.” Grommash says. “I wanted to share it with you. Even if you don’t seem to appreciate the beauties of Faerûn.” He sighs.

“Why appreciate a plane as lacking as this, when you can ride red dragons and soar through the astral plane? Perhaps one day I can show you it.” Lae’zel says, a slight smile gracing her lips. Grommash looks down at her and smiles back. “I have a question.” Lae’zel says. “Ask it.” He replies, looking down at her with fondness. Perhaps their relationship isn’t as platonic as everyone else believes.

“You’ve never spoken to me until now. You’ve communicated through grunts only. Why?” Lae’zel asks, looking up at the half-orc with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I was forced to serve in my town’s military since the age of 15. I was taught very young not to speak unless necessary, to save my words for battle cries. I suppose it… stuck.” Grommash says. The glint in his eyes changes from adoration to sadness.

“When you speak, I will listen. You need not fear me.” Lae’zel says, bowing her head to him slightly. “Your formalities are reminding me of my time spent as a soldier. They are not fond memories.” Grommash chuckles nervously. “Then what do you propose? Skip the nonsense and get straight to… ‘fourth base’? Is that what your kind call it?” Lae’zel suggests, looking up at the barbarian with her eyes coated in desire.

“What? Lae’zel, what has gotten into you?!” Grommash asks, his face turning bright red, and his eyes widening. “I am no k’chakhi. I have seen your glances. I have seen the way you clearly lust for me. I want you, just as much as you want me. But… will you take me?” Lae’zel asks, seeming slightly nervous.

“Of course, but… are you sure? Here? And now?” Grommash asks. “Yes. Here. Now.” Lae’zel smirks, and pushes Grommash against a boulder. “You are mine. And I am yours. Submit.” She says. Grommash smiles. “Such a shame you thought i’d submit to you. You’ve got it all wrong, kaetid…” Grommash flips her over, now on top of her. Seems like the two of them are going to be a bit busy for awhile…

“Guess what! I’ve found a friend for Grishna!” Adrien shouts as he walks into camp, smiling from ear to ear. Karlach and Ellios turn to look at him. “Oh thank gods! Something to drown out the noises from the forest. It sounds like some animals are fucking or something…” Ellios breathes a sigh of relief, and Karlach starts laughing at his reaction. “Thank you, Ellios! I agree. Also, Adrien, while you were out, did you happen to see Grommash or Lae’zel? They’ve been gone for the past forty minutes. Grishna has been sitting in the same spot forever, waiting for a command, but she’s not my dog so I haven’t the slightest idea what to say to her.” Gale explains.

“I haven’t, but don’t worry about those two. Wherever they are, they can take of themselves. Anyways… meet Scratch.” Adrien replies, still smiling. A white dog walks out from behind him, tail wagging and tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth. “I found him waiting beside a dead man. I spoke to him, and he said it was his friend. I let the poor bloke sniff me so he could track us, and halfway to the camp he ran up to me! We’ve got another canine here!” Adrien says, while petting Scratch’s head.

“Awe! Aren’t you just the cutest little thing in all of Faerûn! Yes you are! Yes you are!” Karlach says, kneeling down to Scratch with a big smile on her face. “Ugh! I can’t pet him, or else i’ll burn ‘im. Ellios, pet Scratch for me, will you?” Karlach asks the rogue, and he immediately starts petting Scratch.

Scratch seems to immediately take a liking to the half-elf, rolling over for belly rubs almost immediately. “Looks like Scratch likes you, Ellios.” Adrien comments. “Yeah. Guess so. Understandable, i’d like me too.” Ellios jokes. Karlach chuckles. “Alright, well, i’m gonna do my rounds and make sure everyone in camp is doing alright.” Adrien says, and he walks off.

He stops at Wyll’s tent first, and pops his head inside. “Oi! Wyll, are you alive and well?” He asks, and Wyll tiredly holds up a thumbs up. Adrien leaves, and walks into Adonis’ tent. “Ohh! Well if it isn’t my favorite brother!” Adonis cheers, and Adrien chuckles. “Cousins. Not brothers. Remember?” Adrien reminds him. “I know, but we’re practically brothers, aren’t we? Anyone who says otherwise is right old cunt.” Adonis smiles, and Adrien rolls his eyes playfully and leaves, and walks over to Shadowheart’s tent.

He takes a deep breath, and walks in. “Oi, Shadowheart? Are you still breathing?” Adrien asks. She doesn’t seem to be in her tent, so he turns around, only to be greeted by a knife to the throat. “You put a spell on me, didn’t you? Some kind of… tadpole trickery. Making me think about you in ways I know for a fact I never would. Making me feel things for you that i’d never feel.” Shadowheart says, her eyes piercing into Adrien’s.

“Easy, there. I haven’t done anything to you. No spell or curse or anythin’. Put the dagger down. There’s no use in killin’ me.” He says. “Lies! All you selûnites do is lie. So? Out with it. What did you do?” Shadowheart asks again, her gaze unwavering. Adrien laughs in disbelief. “I swear on my late mother’s left arm, I haven’t done anything to you! Put the dagger down and just talk. Tell me what is making you think I did something to you.” Adrien says. Shadowheart hesitantly puts her dagger away. “Good. Now, tell me. What is going on?” Adrien asks.

“I think of you… often. And not in the ways I should. I should hate. I should despise every part of you. You’re a selûnite, after all. But… no matter how hard I try to hate you, I can’t. Something is making me like you. When I tried to kill you in your sleep, I couldn’t do it because I was distracted by how you looked. You looked… amazing. You still look amazing to me. My hair stands on end when i’m around you, and I get lost in your eyes… your perfect blue eyes. And-and the way you talk, and how you carry yourself with so much pride and yet so much grace at the same time. How you effortlessly shoot down the most evasive of foes with your arrows. It’s like i’m… falling in love with you.” Shadowheart explains, and she instantly feels like a weight has been lifted off her chest.

Adrien, who at first was slightly concerned for her, is now smiling. He’s amused. He chuckles softly. “Have you ever considered that you might just… naturally feel that way? Because my magic stops at very low level spells. Theres no way I can make you fall in love with me or something. And besides, why would I? It’s not like I have a very fond opinion of you. I still hate you. I just learned to let it be, since constant arguing isn’t helping anyone.” Adrien explains. Shadowheart scoffs at the thought, but… it makes sense to her. She’s just been in denial.

Shadowheart is absolutely positive of three things. One, Adrien is a selûnite, which means she’d get abandoned by shar and her cloister if she were to be in a relationship with. Two, there is a large part of him that hated her and everything she is, and three…

She was unconditionally and irrevocably infatuated with him.

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