thinking about the guy i saw at the grocery store stocking shelves that looked like unmasked simon riley. he was tall with broad shoulders, looked to be in his 30s, had a similar face, short strawberry blonde hair that was thinning at the crown,,, and all i could think about was how that was probably a job ghost would like, or at least one he'd be hired for more easily than others. just a job where he can use his height and strength, probably will get a question or two from patrons but maybe not with how intimidating he looks so he'll probably have relative peace and quiet - apart from whatever songs they play in the store to keep shopper's minds busy while looking at the prices. idk it just felt like i really saw him how he'd be in real life for a second. also he checked me out WHEW
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rare and sweet
pairing: nb!Tav/Astarion
rating: M
word count: 5,009
description: Astarion has spent two centuries earning his safety with a few flicks of his practiced tongue. He thought Xarrai would make an easy mark. In retrospect, perhaps he should have known better.
more context: Xarrai is a tiefling bard and courtesan with the charlatan background, and an escaped Banite cultist. Any pronouns are fine (though I stick with they/them here for clarity.)
ao3 link: here
This is easy. The quiet of the underdark is wrapped around them like a curtain, far enough from the camp to find a little privacy. Astarion pushes Xarrai back against the rough stone and presses his lips to theirs, quick and hungry. Their shirt is already discarded; they tug at the laces on his as he palms their breast. Their mouth opens for him when he nips at their lower lip and they let him in, let him taste the tobacco and whisky on their breath, let him feel the barbell in their tongue and the gem on their tooth. Their skin is hot under his touch, the metal pierced through their nipple a burning ember against his palm, the warmth of them seeping into his bones. They hum into his mouth when he squeezes their soft flesh and their hand slides from his hip to his backside, pulling him closer until his knee slots between their thighs.
He knows what he’s doing. Every movement is carefully rehearsed, practiced and refined until it became second nature. He knows where the script goes next; he moves his free hand down their side to hook his fingers in the waistband of their trousers, echoing the contented little noise they make in response. He smiles against their lips when they grind against his thigh, and he feels how hard they are already.
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I was thinking about the dynamics between Danwu and Edwu happening at the same time.
Using the 100% canon compliant Danwu timeline as reference lol. None of this is actual canon. I am just thinking about the timeline of events.
The Edwu situationship goes crazy the more I think of it.
Like Eddie being Wu’s partner in crime against nature is like. Yea going off of the Danwu timeline, Daniel and Wu have known each other for a good while.
But like… does Daniel know about Wu almost dying to the Scorpios? Does Daniel even know about the whole secret hybrid thing going on? He obviously doesn’t know a good bunch since his company recruited Sammy and whoever to get insider information.
I mean it would make sense that Wu would still keep things hidden from Daniel when it comes to his work. Especially his hybrids since he’s so attached to them. He’s still competition, owning Mantahcorp and all.
But you know who was there… you know who does know. Because he’s right there. Because he’s trusted.
A situationship born out of convenience and seeking comfort after nearly dying…
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