#c: rizeth velkon'yss

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Please, Master

as a double treat for Valentines day and @ockissweek, I bring you a little Obedience bonus fic, ft Married!boys because im weak about them. Read on AO3 here.

Summary:

Ashenivir attempts a little role reversal.

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Ashenivir would never tire of kissing like this—tangled on the couch, the evening belonging to nothing but indulgent lips and warm hands. Rizeth had proven distractible tonight, despite the Arcanum work he had piled up in his office, and Ashenivir intended to take full advantage. He bit at Rizeth’s lip, delighted by the quick, quiet moan the action conjured. Rizeth tugged his hair.

“Behave, Ra’soltha.”

Oh, as if he didn’t like it. Ashenivir bit him again, harder this time, then drew back, adoring the way Rizeth chased his mouth, just as hungry as he was. Emboldened by the sight of his Master’s desire, he caught Rizeth’s hands as they reached for him, and pinned them above his head to the arm of the couch. Rizeth eyed him coolly.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

“If you want to kiss me again, you have to ask the way I do,” Ashenivir teased. “And you have to say please.”

He expected immediate consequences—this couch, he knew from experience, was perfect for over-the-knee spanking. Rizeth didn’t put him over his knee. Instead, he spoke in a low, soft voice Ashenivir had never heard him use before.

“Master, please will you kiss me?”

Heat lanced through him, a surge that went from low in his stomach to somewhere in the back of his throat, and Ashenivir found himself unable to move. Rizeth chuckled and, keeping that same soft tone, said, “Are you enjoying yourself, Master?”

“Oh, no, stop it!” Ashenivir pressed his hands to his face. “How can you sound like that? Is that how I sound to you? Master, I can’t breathe when you do that!”

He dove forwards to bury his face in Rizeth’s neck, cheeks blazing. Arousal burned between his legs, a confusion of want that stole all sense.

“I can sound like that because Lord Stillgleam taught me,” Rizeth said. “You recall I learned much of what I know from him? He rather insisted on my studying both roles before he let me play with anyone else—it’s how I know I do not enjoy serving with such certainty. And it seems you just discovered you do not enjoy playing my role.” His hand slid between Ashenivir’s legs. “Not mentally, at any rate.”

Ashenivir let out a soft whimper. Rizeth carefully unlaced his breeches, and wrapped slow, firm fingers around his cock. “Tell me which part you liked,” he murmured. Ashenivir shook his head. Rizeth squeezed. “Speak, xi’hum. Your Master wants to know.”

“I liked…I liked the way your voice was soft…”

“Like this?” Rizeth spoke right against his ear, again in that low tone without any edge to it, as though he’d do anything Ashenivir asked of him.

“Y-yes. And I liked it when you said please.” Rizeth’s hand worked faster at his cock, and he made a high, strangled sound. “But not you calling me Master, I still hate that, I’m not, you’re mine, you’re mine, you’re—” he fell off into a gasp, fisting both hands in Rizeth’s shirt. The fingers that stroked him were slick, smearing the evidence of his need along his achingly hard shaft. His mouth found Rizeth’s—or Rizeth’s found his, or maybe it was both at once—and he moaned into the kiss.

“Then please, Ra’soltha,” Rizeth whispered, “come for your Master.”

He tipped over the edge with an almost pained cry, and at once went scrambling down Rizeth’s body, fumbling with shaking hands at his laces, pleased beyond words to find his Master as hard as he’d been. Ashenivir took him in his mouth, whining as Rizeth caught his hair and directed his motions.

Oh, this was much better, this made much more sense, forced onto his Master’s cock until he couldn’t breathe.

“Please, Ra’soltha,” Rizeth said some minutes later, soft iron, a request that was not a request at all, “will you swallow?”

Ashenivir obeyed, awash with desire that had his head spinning every which way. Rizeth tugged him up, and swept a thumb over his lips.

“Did you find something new you like, Ra’soltha?” Ashenivir could only nod, utterly overwhelmed. “Do you want to play with it more later?”

“Yes,” Ashenivir managed. He put his face in his hands again. “Master, I love you.”

“I know you do, I love you too—come here.”

He settled half-atop Rizeth in the crook of his arm, curled against his chest.

“Such a reaction,” Rizeth said. “I should say it serves you right, misbehaving as you did.” Ashenivir burrowed closer to him and he laughed, the sound vibrating from his chest to Ashenivir’s. “Well, I shall not abuse this newfound knowledge, entertaining as it might be.”

“You’re going to say please in public, aren’t you?” Ashenivir grumbled.

“I am always polite in public, xi’hum.”

“If you do it in front of Keszriin or Lyzira at dinner, I’m not going to speak to you for a month.”

“Is that so?”

“Well, a tenday.”

“I see.”

“A whole day, at least.”

“Such conviction you have. How fortunate I should be to have you as my Master.”

“Stop it!”

“Oh, will you punish me, Ra’soltha? Shall I fetch the gag and paddle for you?”

Ashenivir hit at his shoulder—Rizeth caught his wrist tightly for a moment before relaxing and drawing him up into a kiss. Ashenivir huffed, though his heart wasn’t in it. Rizeth nipped his lip. “Now will you behave yourself?”

Ashenivir almost bit him back, then thought better of it. He settled down to lay his head on Rizeth’s chest instead, positioned so as to hear his heartbeat.

“Yes, Master.”

Obedience taglist: @foxboyclit @belovedviolence (ask to be +/-)

[thespacelizard]

happy holidays im curious about how your ocs would celebrate winter holidays and/or find comfort in the cold

i swear all i can think about is Rizeth and Ashenivir just being cozy while it’s freezing outside. i got to write them having a little bit of Winter Adventures for Perils and ugh. my heart.

The boys don’t hold any particular winter festivals that close, imo—they live in the Underdark, seasonal changes don’t really come up. The ending of the year is a bigger one. but when they’re up on the surface in the cold, you should know that Ashenivir finds it very attractive when Rizeth’s flushed from the chill, and also that Rizeth did give him a big warm cloak that he looks so so so cozy bundled up in.

swap tea for hot cocoa (Ashenivir discovers marshmallows during Perils. he loves them) and just put them in a warm apartment with snow outside and them spending time together.

this is a bad answer for holiday celebrations but i’ve got cozy on the brain. they’re staying in bed while it snows. keeping warm through various means.

Zeth’rinn hates the cold so he’s def got charms and trinkets that keep him warm so he doesn’t have to bundle up. he’s just like me fr in that having to layer up feels bad and kills the entire vibe. his dad is Jarlaxle, he 100% has a charm so he can wear crop-tops in winter.

i do like the idea that Jarlaxle brought him up to the surface to show him winter festivals and snow at some point when he was a kid. He didn’t have to go through a winter neary freezing to death in a cave with a bear a la mister Do’Urden, he just got to spend like. a cold night up there with his dad, I think.

(i also think that when he’s up there with Bregan D’aerthe, he is the one who starts snowball fights as often as possible. i also think that at least one other member has stabbed him about it, which is what he deserves.)

(also also. please now im thinking about kimmuriel’s psionic snowfight-winning abilities. i dont know if that’s canon but it should be. stopping a single snowball with his mind then throwing like forty back and burying Zeth under a snowdrift. that’s what i want.)

Vizaeth hates the cold, hates snow if he ever sees it, and thinks winter festivals are stupid iblith nonsense.

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friday kiss tag

tagged by @winterandwords, thank you! i love writing kisses <3

i was debating which bit of this to post and what if. what if i just post the whole scene? drunk!ashenivir and rizeth overthinking and a little bit of face-fucking? as a treat, mayhaps?? i mean it is a friday

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Laughter on the stairs. The door thunked, followed by a soft curse, and Ashenivir stumbled into view. His shoulder bumped the wall, his hip the table, and he near enough tripped over his own feet as he came to his knees at Rizeth’s feet. Rizeth set his book on the arm of the couch.

“You ought to be in bed.”

Ashenivir beamed up at him, eyes bright with drink and exertion, his face flushed ink-dark. He nudged Rizeth’s legs apart to better situate himself between them.

“I ought to be here,” he said. “It’s where I belong.”

Those words in his mouth surely made his tongue taste of all seven Heavens. Rizeth slid a hand into the mess of his hair, idly working his fingers through the knots and tangles. He was drunk, and foolish with it, and Rizeth had done far too many irresponsible things with him today.

Ashenivir made an insistent sound, and tugged at Rizeth’s shirt to pull him down for a kiss. Seven Heavens weren’t the half of it; cherry wine and a sweetness all his own. Rizeth felt the urge to tighten his grip, and so let go.

“Bed.”

Ashenivir pouted. “I want to play.”

“You are far too drunk for that.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m not yours to play with.” His eyes were huge in the candelight, hungry pools of soft crimson. “And I’m not that drunk. No rope, I know, but please, Master.” He pressed his mouth to Rizeth’s, biting at his lower lip. “Please, I want you.”

They didn’t have to build a scene. Drunken sex, that was perfectly acceptable, perfectly normal—he could manage this.

“What do you want, Ra’soltha?” Or maybe he couldn’t. “Ashenivir, I mean. What would you like, Ashenivir?”

“Not my name, that’s for certain.” Ashenivir started plucking the laces of Rizeth’s breeches. “I want what I didn’t get earlier. The food at the Haven was very nice, but I’m still hungry, and I missed you all night, and if you don’t shut me up, I’ll keep talking and say something very stupid.”

“You could never be stupid.”

Rizeth ran his thumb over Ashenivir’s full lips. They parted at his touch, soft breath warm over his skin.

“I can be very stupid. Like right now.” He finally got Rizeth’s laces undone, and let out a delighted hum on finding his cock half-hard and waiting for him. “Right now I’m still babbling when I should be…should be…” he trailed off as he lowered his head to lick along Rizeth’s shaft. “…should be silenced by my Master’s cock.”

There was no chance at all of resisting him. Rizeth snagged a fistful of hair, and Ashenivir’s whine filled his heart as heat rolled through him. “Very well, Ra’soltha. Silent you shall be. Open.”

Ashenivir opened his mouth wide and tucked his hands behind his back, shifting on his knees into his proper position. Rizeth tugged his head forwards, and slowly slid his cock between those hungry lips—Ashenivir’s eyes flicked up to meet his, and gods, he was gorgeous like this. Buried to the hilt, Rizeth held him still until drool slid down his chin.

“Happy?”

Ashenivir’s yes, Master was deliciously muffled. Rizeth pulled him deeper, until his cock hit the softness of the back of his throat, and was rewarded with a gagging noise that only made him harder. He pulled again, then more firmly, building slowly into a deep, hard rhythm, the wet, choked moans a more beautiful composition than any symphony.

He let Ashenivir free a moment, savouring the heavy inhale and the shine of spit coating his lips and chin. He tapped the mark and a rush of desire flooded his chest.

“More,” Ashenivir panted, ragged. He strained in Rizeth’s grasp. “Please, Master, I want more.”

Who was Rizeth to deny him anything? Back down he went, his mouth hot and wet and perfect. His low moan vibrated along the length of Rizeth’s cock, and tension gathered low in his abdomen, inevitability tensing in his thighs. He held Ashenivir’s face close between his legs as he came, not letting him up until he was completely spent. When Ashenivir did sit back, he was breathing hard, mouth shiny and wet and without a trace of cum. All of it swallowed, obediently.

Rizeth stroked his cheek. “Well done, Ra’soltha.”

“Thank you, Master”

His eyes were hazy—he’d floated off to that lovely place where whatever Rizeth asked for, he’d give. Rizeth wished he craved the sight of it less.

“Now it really is time for bed.”

“To fuck me?”

“For you to take reverie.”

Ashenivir clung, hands groping everywhere they could reach, as Rizeth guided him to the bedroom. He pulled Rizeth down onto the bed with him, and made quite the production of arranging him just so behind him. He tugged Rizeth’s arm around his waist, then took his hand to set it between his legs, where his hardness strained against his leggings.

“Please,” he whispered. “I’m not too drunk, I promise. You can touch me, you can have me, you can always have me.”

Rizeth swallowed, throat tight. He tapped the mark again, and there it was, that wave of desire and love and need and too many warm, fragile things he hadn’t the first idea what to do with. He pressed his lips to Ashenivir’s neck, and freed his cock to stroke, firm and slow. Ashenivir sighed and rocked into his hand and he was too drunk, because it didn’t take two minutes for him to finish, spilling over Rizeth’s knuckles with a high gasp.

Immediately he rolled over, nearly knocking Rizeth from the bed, and flung his arms around his neck, kissing every place he could reach. Rizeth stilled him long enough to get him cleaned up and undressed, and then he was back again, nuzzling into the space beneath Rizeth’s chin.

“I love you, Master.”

Rizeth held him close and kissed the top of his head. Rarely in his life had he struggled for words as much as this. By the time he’d gotten himself un-strangled enough to open his mouth, Ashenivir was deep in reverie, snoring lightly. Carefully, so as not to disturb him, Rizeth disentangled himself. He sat at the edge of the bed, massaging his forehead.

He’d been right to shut down Ashenivir’s request earlier. If he was given an inch, he would clearly take a mile—he couldn’t be trusted with that kind of power outside of the bedroom. He couldn’t even stick to his own resolutions a few hours after making them!

He undressed and settled back into the bed, where Ashenivir unconsciously reached out, pawing at him until he was tucked against his chest with Rizeth’s arms around him. Rizeth lay there, and wanted always to lay there, and if he couldn’t sort himself out, that wasn’t going to happen. He couldn’t lose this. He couldn’t go through that again, because if he had to go through that again…

Rizeth pressed his face to Ashenivir’s hair. If he had to go through that again, it would destroy him.

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Obedience taglist: @foxboyclit @belovedviolence (ask to be +/-)

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romantic snippet ❤

tagged i do not even remember how long ago by @oh-no-another-idea, thank you! since my nano project is a romance novel, this is now the perfect time to do this.

putting it under a cut because it's got lightly nsfw elements, and it's a bit longer.

no-pressure tagging @zmwrites @belovedviolence and @magic-is-something-we-create

His skin tingled pleasantly beneath his clothes, and Ashenivir couldn’t manage to get the smile from his face as he finished dressing. He rolled his shoulders; the ache would linger a while, stretching like that, but Rizeth had promised balms and massage aplenty when they returned to the apartment, so he happily bore the mild discomfort. He waited for Rizeth to finish putting away the arm-binds before going to him, wrapping him in a tight hug and pressing his face to his arm.

“Ra’soltha, we will never make it out of this room if you keep this up,” Rizeth said, though his arms came around Ashenivir anyway.

“—don’t care,” Ashenivir mumbled. “I liked that. I like you. I love you.”

His brain was still fuck-drunk fuzzy, all of him craving the attention of the person who’d made him that way. Rizeth stroked his hair.

“Do you want a set?” Ashenivir looked up. “Of those binds—would you like your own?”

Yes ran through him so hard he almost shouted it. A flash of guilt stayed his tongue. He’d had a new toy today already—and so much Rizeth had gifted him since the got here, and yes, he said it was fine, but it was still just so very much, and he hardly deserved all of this—

“Xi’hum.” Rizeth took his hand and kissed it. “Anything you want, you can have.”

Ashenivir swallowed his guilt. “Then…yes. I would.”

Rizeth’s small, soft smile banished all his worry. The gentle kiss calmed him, and by degrees he was at last persuaded to release his Master enough for them to leave the playroom. Their hands remained clasped all the way to the ballroom, and though he wasn’t wearing his leash today, with Rizeth’s fingers laced with his, Ashenivir felt as owned as if he was.

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OC in 15

tagged by @eccaiia, thank you! since i’ve been vibrating with the desire to get back into editing The Perils of Wanting, this time I’ll do Rizeth (though I’ll probably pull lines from previous fics because. i have. a lot of them. and i love him <3)

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

no pressure tagging @foxboyclit @ahordeofwasps @halfbit and @sam-glade

Rizeth Velkon’yss

“I do hope, apprentice, that you are not imagining that I will lavish you with trinkets and tokens for these salacious advances.”

“These stay open until I am finished,” he said. “You are done when I say you are done.”

“No. The point is for you to feel degraded. I will do as I wish with you—that has never been up for debate—but everyone has limits, Ra’soltha.”

“Ah, yes, that’s what the Assembly of Mysteries needs—more nepotism.”

“I hate it when clerics are right,” Rizeth muttered as he drained the mug. “They are self-righteous enough as it is.”

“Wipe that look off your face. I have no intention of neglecting your needs once we reach the surface.”

“Behave yourself, Ra’soltha.”

“Make too much noise, and I will leave you here like this all night. Am I understood?”

“You need not concern yourself with my welfare.”

“Do not,” he said coldly, “start speculating.”

“If you are trying to make a point, Kelran, I fail to see what it is.”

“I have no intention of ruining a perfectly good arrangement.”

“—talk about it, I know. And I cannot help if you will not tell me the cause.”

“Open your mouth.”

“Fear very rarely cares for truth.”

Obedience taglist: @foxboyclit @belovedviolence (ask to be +/-)

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Realising that with my timelines as they are, Rizeth would still have been in Menzoberranzan while Vizaeth was at Sorcere, which means they could theoretically have met...

Rizeth would have been in his early 200s, so they wouldn't be classmates but like. If Rizeth visited Sorcere or taught a class briefly like. Can you imagine.

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im bothering you this sts, if your characters had a game night, what would they play? does anyone cheat? does anyone have a favorite game?

happy sts! i have some time before my train so enjoy these Rambles that are, technically, an answer to this question

for someone with so many Board Game friends, i do not actually. play a lot of board games. HOWEVER.

Zeth'rinn is mediocre at sava unless he cheats, and he's annoyingly good at cheating, which makes his dad equal parts proud and annoyed (the pride is when Zeth uses this skill to fleece or bamboozle someone else, the annoyance is when he uses it to fleece or bamboozle him.) the only person he can't scam is Valas. (not for lack of trying).

Vizaeth is a) bad at having fun and b) the sorest possible loser unless it's to Pharaun. If there's a drow equivalent of monopoly, i imagine his siblings using it to thoroughly torment him as a child. He will flip the board if he loses.

this is vibes alone, but I think Ashenivir would like Munchkin. It's got enough strategy to be satisfying, and also is silly enough to to enjoy. He'd never cheat at a board game - Keszriin would, and has, and Dresvan and Pella do as well but they mostly try and con each other instead of whoever they're playing against. I also think he'd enjoy making Rizeth play it, and watching him trying to take this silly game seriously.

also there's huge potential for bratty maneouvers in screwing people over in that game :p

Rizeth on his own I think does enjoy sava, if he's got a good opponent. He can't be doing with those overly complicated kickstarter games with four million cardsets. A simple game with the complexity in your strategy, that's him. He'd also never cheat - though if Shen plays sava with him, I do think Shen would try and 'cheat' in as subtly obvious was as possible because. well. you know what's going to happen then

and as a bonus bc I was working on his fics today - Rune is surprisingly good at poker (i know, not a board game, i'm. interpreting.) mostly because he's so fucking stoic no-one can tell if he's scowling because his hand is bad or if he really wants to stab them. even with tadpoles he consistently kicks everyone's ass at both that and Three Dragon Ante, much to everyone's disbelief. why is this feral bhaalspawn halfelf so good at cards. why does he have all our money.

(if i was shitposting, i'd say his secret is Scleritas Fel in the bushes with a set of binoculars. which. that's very funny, that's half canon.)

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last line tag

tagged by @ahordeofwasps and @eccaiia, thank you!

a lengthy line from Fic Book The Second, wherein Rizeth is having a bit of a panic because a certain ex-girlfriend is back in town, and one of her friends is stirring up trouble with Ashenivir:

She was here, she was at the Shrine and no-one had warned him and Ashenivir had not just spoken with her but danced with her—maybe even more than once—and here was Catriona Hanali, once again shoving her nose where it didn’t belong because she couldn’t stand him, could she, she’d never been able to stand him.

no-pressure tagging @cherrybombfangirlwrites @talesfromaurea and @mjjune today

Obedience taglist: @foxboyclit (ask to be +/-)

[thespacelizard]

happy valentine's day! if you had to make oc specific valentines, what would they say? bonus question: would any of them do anything special for the holiday?

happy valentines fox!!

im at work rn so i can’t make those terrible valentine card things but let me throw out some bad ideas.

For Ashenivir, something like ‘I submit my heart to your love, valentine’. god i think i pulled something cringing writing that adsllsakdj

and Rizeth maybe…i can’t even think of one. he’s too serious. Love is stored in the finish your essay, valentine, before I tie you up and make you finish it.

Vizaeth… ‘My heart is yours (literally) (no, i’m serious, i have a knife ready to go just say the word)’. God, if he knew about valentines he’d just. send as many slightly unsettling cards to Pharaun as possible. Someone could send him a fake one from Pharaun and he’d treasure it forever.

Zeth’rinn is just. whatever’s the flirtiest possible thing. Even if it doesn’t make sense. ‘I’ll Bregan your D’aerthe, valentine’. what does that mean, Zeth. what does that mean.

and since I've got Rune brainrot (again), his would be like 'the fastest way to my heart is through the third and fourth rib. don't miss, valentine'

as for doing special holiday things:

Obedience boys are both kinda pretending the holiday isn’t that important and then both try and surprise each other with nice things. God, their first valentine’s, Rizeth would so overcompensate, try and have like. the Perfect Date. Flowers. Chocolate. The works. Ashenivir enjoys that stuff, but doesn’t need it.

They’re also going to spend as much time in bed together as possible, and after they’re done fucking each other stupid, Rizeth’s gonna feed Shen chocolates by hand. Because Shen’s still tied to the bed, obviously.

Whoever Zeth’s dating at the time would get treated to something elaborate. He’ll do the equivalent of ‘borrowing’ dads credit card to take someone on the fanciest, most expensive date possible. When he was with Menzova, I think he’d definitely get kinda sad to not be with her on the Love Holiday (she lives in Mythen Thaelas, and he was on the surface for a good chunk of their relationship. they seperated bc of it eventually, but it was friendly)

oh my god, additional thought: Zeth making valentines for every single Bregan D'aerthe member currently at the safehouse. Just painstakingly writing them out. Valas is bemused by this.

...i'm realising now that I think Zeth has a bit of a longstanding crush on Valas, who is never going to let anything happen because he helped raised that boy and thinks of him like a weird little cousin/step child.

Vizaeth daydreams about romantic times with Pharaun and then lies to himself about it, because love isn’t real and Pharaun hates him and romance is fake and everything is awful. he wants Pharaun to like. whisk him away to some fancy Menzo bloodsport and publically make out with him.

God, I want Rhylfein to take him on a vday date. @lawful-evil-novelist where would your boy drag his horrid boyfriend for a date?

Astarion tries to take Rune to a nice Upper City eating house and Rune mostly behaves himself, but he does snarl at a waiter for some kind of slight, and also it takes a lot of persuading to make him eat with cutlery and not his hands. they have a better time afterwards just walking to the beach in the dark, and chilling in the moonlight.

also, now you gotta tell me what the Nydalla’s are doing. how much of a valentines princess is Iphis. does he want that fancy chocolate. will he stab a bitch to get it.

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six sentence sunday

tagged by @tabswrites, thank you! im still working away at A Question of Trust, so here’s six lines from that, featuring Lyzira being a pest <3

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“Alright, alright.” [Lyzira] crammed the other half of her pastry into her mouth. “After your little disagreement with the Blackstaff yesterday—” “It was a perfectly reasonable discussion.” “Any more reasonable and you two would’ve flattened the Castle Ward. Either way, you are taking the day, and I am going to smooth things over with her Ladyship.” She glanced at the bedroom as Ashenivir re-appeared fully dressed. “You know what, take several days. Good morning, Master Zauvym.”

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no-pressure tagging @memento-morri-writes @artdecosupernova-writing @andromedaexists and @revenantlore

Obedience taglist: @foxboyclit @belovedviolence @thegreatobsesso (ask to be +/-)

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find the word tag

tagged by @jmhwritesstuff, thank you! my words are silver, ivory, ornate and bitter. picking from my (very) roughly 'finished' nanowrimo draft for this.

no-pressure tagging @saltwaterbells @memento-morri-writes and @morganwriteblr with the words creation, permanent, complain and perfect

silver

After glancing around to be sure he was alone, he untied the straps and drew back the wrapping, and his breath caught in his throat. Armbinds. Long leather sleeves sewn with silver thread, the laces ended with smooth, silver caps. He ran his fingers over the leather, inhaling the fresh scent—they were beautifully crafted, every inch exquisite. He felt an indent at the base of the sleeve, and paused. Beneath his hand were embossed letters, exactly the same as the ones on the end of his leash. R.V. He pressed a hand to his mouth. At that moment he would have traded the binds, his leash, all his toys—his collar—just to have Rizeth’s hand in his again.

ivory white

Elian’la was a sliver of moonlight poured into pure white silk. She stood with one hip cocked, her leg partway out of the high slit up the side of her skirt, all woven around with criss-crossing silver thread. There was the hint of a smile at the corners of her darkly painted lips, but not much of one.

ornate elaborate

There were a dozen or so people by the punch table, and no wonder: the ice in the bowls evidently bore Ashenivir’s favourite punishment enchantment, and icy air wafted in almost a haze from them. A pile of cushions nearby held a sprawl of guests in varying states of undress, and Mara was perched on the edge of the table, fanning herself with an elaborate creation of varicoloured feathers. The second she saw Ashenivir she leapt up with a squeal.

bitter

“You haven’t told him, have you?” Kelran cursed under his breath, a fluid string of vulgar Elvish. “Rizeth Velkon’yss I am going to string you up by your bloody ankles. What the Hells are you playing at?” “I can’t say it,” Rizeth said, not looking at him. “Every time I try, I—” He shook his head, a bitter laugh on his lips. “Am I cursed, Kelran? I can rewrite the Weave to my whim, I can recite every major theory of magic from the past six centuries, I can spout the most wicked filth whenever he asks it of me, yet those simple words elude me.”

Obedience taglist: @foxboyclit @belovedviolence

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I got stuck in a scene so I jumped ahead to one that was just the boys making out, to get the words flowing, and now I'm absolutely lost in the Rizeth sauce because this man is so good at Domming the fuck out of Ashenivir it should be illegal

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find the word tag

tagged by @oh-no-another-idea, thank you! my words are based, ball, basic & begin, and I'm drawing from the current nano project again

no-pressure tagging @vollzz @ahordeofwasps and @saltwaterbells with the words press, blur, withdraw, and effort

based

Being still in a mood of research-based enquiry, he once again decided the only way to know was to test it. A small thing, to see how he felt. And one subtle enough that Rizeth would not accuse him of pushing for things forbidden, and start the argument again.

ball

Three times Ashenivir thumped the ball of his foot against the floor. Rizeth took his chin and tilted it up, and held his face very softly as he brushed his hair back over his shoulders. His eyes were huge and hungry already, lips parting as though he couldn’t remember how to close them.

basic(s)

“You are staring again.” “Mm-hm,” Ashenivir said vaguely. He had his chin in his hands and his eyes fixed on where Rizeth still held the knife, half-buried in a cucumber. Rizeth flexed his fingers around the handle, and tried not to smile at how Ashenivir’s gaze fixated on the motion, or how his lips parted slightly. He resumed his chopping. “You enjoy watching me cook?” “You’re good at it.” “Flattery and exaggeration. I know the basics.”

begin

Every piece of dynamic he’d pushed for with Elian’la had been another nail in the coffin he’d spent the last six decades trapped in. He wasn’t going to do that again, not with Ashenivir. It might begin perfectly fine—it had before, after all—but he knew what followed. Annoyance hidden beneath humour, complaints of how stifling it was to deal with dynamic—with him—all the damn time. He was too much. He knew that.

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[thespacelizard]

today i got to write Rizeth encountering his ex for the first time in nearly seven decades and oh boy. Rizeth might still be a little bit in love with her:

She dropped down into the seat beside Catriona and kicked her feet up onto the table. Even irritated, she moved like the dancer she was, grace and power in every inch of her. He’d never forgotten how beautiful she was, but he had put out of his mind what kind of beauty she possessed. She was no fine painting, no sweet song: Elian’la was a tempest, a summer storm, the majesty of a hurricane, bright like lightning, fierce as a wildfire. Every part of her was fully alive in a way he’d always envied, and once upon a time, she’d been his. Once upon time, he’d been hers.

[space-writes]

find the word tag

tagged by @zmwrites a while back, thank you! since my current nano project has reached a reasonable amount of words, i'm going to pull from there. my words are: lift, loose, loud & land

no-pressure tagging @artdecosupernova-writing @mjjune @pens-swords-stuff and @athemarina with the words trace, distant, remove, and down

lift(ed)

It was the motions that cleared his mind, the movement that lifted him beyond his body and let him float, free of worry and thought. All his life, he’d searched for ways to calm his mind, to soothe the racing thoughts that tangled and twisted him. He hadn’t realised how much dancing had been one of those ways until he’d come back to it.

loose

“Because you cannot keep your hands to yourself.” Rizeth tucked his copper wire back into his pocket. Ashenivir drank him in: lighter robes than usual, sleeves rolled up to show off his forearms; hair pulled back into a loose knot at the base of his neck, a few irresponsible strands already escaping to frame his face. He leaned closer, letting his hand alight on Rizeth’s knee. “Can you blame me?”

loud

“She is no-one I want you having anything to do with.” The words snapped out, too loud in the small room. “And neither is Miss Hanali. I do not want to hear her name from you again, am I understood?”

land(ed)

He couldn’t have taken his eyes from Rizeth’s then if a dragon had landed on the beach behind him.

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[space-writes]

obedience boys and 47!

Hi fox! ty for the prompt - for 47 - Games i played with an idea i’ve had kicking around, about married boys indulging in some hide & seek primal-style hunter/prey play. enjoy!

(if you’d like a snippet, send me a number & a character/characters!)

Hide and seek was a child’s game. Ashenivir had played with Nilaena a hundred times—never had they played it like this.

His bare skin prickled in the shadows as he slipped through the unlit corridors of Rizeth’s house. One hand pressed over his mouth to dull his breathing, though his heart pounded so loud it must have been audible. Somewhere in the darkness hid his Master, seeking him as a hunter seeks his prey. The game was simple: do not get caught before the time is up.

Five more minutes, that was all he had to keep himself hidden for. Just five more minutes. Keeping his back to the wall, Ashenivir felt for the bedroom door and twisted the handle, silent and slow. A bluff, that was his hope, that Rizeth wouldn’t think he’d be so obvious as to hide here. The door opened without a sound, and he darted inside, holding his breath until it clicked softly closed. No footsteps hurried towards it, no call came of capture, and he sighed quietly.

An arm wrapped around his waist, a hand coming to his throat as he was pulled hard against a firm, familiar chest. Rizeth’s lips brushed his ear.

“Found you, Ra’soltha.”