Hello, I’m here to drop off a super fast thought about my favorite redhead ♥︎
Eiji, the same man who can (and will) bend you in half with no effort at all, toss you around like you weigh no more than a loaf of bread, have you screaming his name in no time flat, that man…
Yeah, he also has to sleep with a cpap because he just casually forgets to breathe while sleeping sometimes.
I wrote a BG3 fic. It's a rather self indulgent fantasy romance featuring Astarion and an archfey of my own making. It's currently at 12 chapters.
“You are capable of this, then?” Cazador asked imperiously.
“Of course I am. But, the question is, what will you give me in
return?”
The archfey’s gaze settled on Astarion as he spoke. Astarion averted his gaze.
“What is it that you want?”
“Oh, nothing much. Just…something that pleases you.”
Cazador scoffed. “Something that pleases me?”
“Yes, little vampire. A possession. A token of the power you so love to flaunt. Something that pleases you.”
Cazador was silent for a moment, as he considered the archfey's offer. There was a trap somewhere in those words, Astarion knew. But, he wasn't the one making the deal, so it wasn't his concern.
"We have an accord, archfey."
The archfey cackled, delighted, and flicked his fingers.
Magic, wild and pure, flooded the room. It cradled Astarion’s body, sparking some half-forgotten sensory memory of sunlight on his skin, and the last thing he heard, before he was whisked away, was his Master’s scream of utter rage.
Or; the 'Astarion is accidentally bargained off to an archfey by Cazador' soulmate au that no one asked for.
I am going to post snippets of chapters and sidestories that I am writing, and generally try to keep those who wanna read updated on my posting schedule.
Explicit, Porn With Plot, Mission Fic, Voice Kink, Praise Kink
It is a rare treat for Agent 47 and Diana Burnwood to work in the field together. Their two targets are in Marrakesh to finalise a business deal that needs to be prevented at all costs, and so they decide to split up to keep them apart.
Things don’t always go as planned, but improvisation is part of the craft, and drawbacks only make the reward even sweeter.
Based on 47 Shades of Burnwood: Mission Debriefing
Wieder dort, wo Dunkelheit auf den Dächern und Gemütern ruht und sich der Tag verliert. Die Luft ist kälter und duftet anders. Inmitten der Häuser klingen die Schritte und ihre Echos schwerer, härter als an anderen Abenden. Spätnachrichten auf dem Bildschirm gegenüber, Fetzen von Klaviermusik, das ferne Schreien eines Kindes, zu übermüdet, um zu schlafen. Und dazu das Zwielicht der eigenen Räume, schon im Nachtzustand. Hinter dem Horizont liegt Montag, das Glas ist leer, die Gedanken irrlichtern noch. Spät genug.
#outerworld #the sleep in moments #late weekend #through the night
There’s so much more than this to see (at least, I hope I’m right). That this is not all that there’ll be, I’ll catch the fading light. Though starless skies above my head, this soul can still endure, and make it through the night somehow if I am promised dawn.
Have you ever read a really good fic then looked up the author's other works and lo and behold a treasure trove of fics that are exactly your kind of shit? Because god that is what euphoria feels like. I love you random fic writers i unexpectedly find