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[souji-upseta]

i just think it's beautiful that, story- and causality-wise, alpha dirk's first physical contact initiated with another living being who isn't glasses (holding the decapitated head of the hegemonic brute doesn't count) is.

this.

it's totally offhand and speaking of offhand, comes right before what would arguably be a much more meaningful and poignant act of first physical contact with another human on dirk's part.

does this mean anything?

no not really. but my point is that it's very funny and that terezi and dirk are both national treasures.

[wrenniebaby]

eddie munson au : forced proximity

“we’ll come and get you both in a few days, work your shit out!” dustin’s voice rang out as you and eddie were forced out of steve's car, before steve drove away. you couldn't help but stare incredulously at the car that was hurrying out of your line of vision.

a sigh left you as you got up off the dusty driveway, it would be at 25 miles home and you knew neither you, nor eddie would want to do that at any point in time. you walked towards the cabin that belonged to steve's parents.

as you entered the cabin, you could hear eddie muttering to himself, you could only hear bits such as “fucking,” “god damn,” “whatever, fuck it.” you couldn't help but giggle to yourself at that last part. “you gonna keep talking to yourself, munson?” you called out, throwing yourself onto the bouncy couch in front of the living room.

“oh suck my dick,” you let a sinister thought intrude your mind, “whip it out.” he stopped in front of you, an obvious combined look of shock and intruig. “what?” his voice dropped as he leaned over you.

“i mean, is that what you want? will it make you shut up?”

“you don't have the guts.” you palmed him through his jeans, face completely blank, “try me.”

[uglypastels]

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[six-of-ravens]

*Sam Gamgee voice* PO-TAY-TOES

[incarnateirony]

First, the spider. Now the dove--twice actually, I live reported cheesing the reaper for it once, and then she kept getting sicker, and now we have Shea bringing home the wrong kind of bird because she didn't look at it close enough which is, in fact, also the general plot. But, you know, she loves parasitic mimics anyway.

This is about to become a test of how many creatures, beast or man, Shealyn will sacrifice pretending not to understand what's going on to save her own ego. The one she's supposed to crucify, if she ever knew or cared about a single Hermes message (she even reposted crucify the ego early during this), but is objectively refusing, because she's refused to understand what any of these sentiments MEAN.

Lady, lady it should not be this hard to break up with you. You know by now what you need to do. Unfuck thineself, your stupid fuckboy ain't even worth fighting for in the scale of things going on around you, and if he leaves you once you tell the truth, that is a trap you made yourself and still need to face. Aphrodovey has just been replaced by a homing pigeon, but we don't have time for you to unpack all that. Lady, your whole mycobiome is fucked right now, lady. Whatup we're in the house like carpet, or the fungi that determines what lives and dies in a sleeping forest.

I think she really thought I was like, alone in observing this. Not only were the furries she was manipulating watching, and the game server she was trying to invade, and the old mega-coven, but she's just helped established a new brotherhood that are all aware of her toxic lies ground up AND all belong on, or near, or at least understand and respect and follow the path of, this cell; old wolfies and crows in the new way all resonating to talk about thoth and the rest whether following the thread or not, dreaming the same dreams together; and it is what it is, and girlllll, you got problems.

11 will still always be 11.

there's a jar in a hole in a box under a nuclear reactor in the bottom of the sea she refuses to return to~

What part of, you literally can't copy and paste me, my life, my face, my soul, or my works is missing her? Even works she thought she was "only" plagiarizing fiction she was deifying in shadow. But even those, she always missed the point, ground-up. There's a reason the three DMs of the Xorvintaals are three brothers that know the truth and are fighting together around the eldest magus.

Like. Girl. You can't copy my writ core or philosophy, you can't copy my collected communities, you can't copy my years spent teaching many in it, you can't even copy the Xorvintaal or understand why even it is being used to ream you. Literally everything you have ever refused to understand, and always hated, and were jealous of, and tried to destroy, is all being used against you, and all because you have absolutely rejected anything that requires you inspecting or controlling yourself, right up to rolling into this trap. Because you can't. You literally cannot face yourself. You've become too much of a monster, and we both know it, and that's why we're here now, with you.

#magus stop taking my shit homegirl, u place copyright papersymbol and you take others creations? How you tricks (Reptilians) I know you, you still connected to me. Psycho.

Her ongoing denial of anything, and everything, and every sign, and every omen, foretelling, manifestation or result, only further exposes that she doesn't actually BELIEVE in her "magic" that she rotates, she is indeed using it for therapy and attention yet charging other people for it, but her random UnBeliefing in anything isn't gonna save her, cuz it Is What It Is until she faces herself, and again, I made her a big game she couldn't escape this time. I knew her too well. We all did, and I don't mean my protoges.

She ignored every warning, man, god or blog post, since at least July, and now we're here. And the very guy she was gonna "warn" about me is, in fact, just helping yeet new toys into the house that Jack and John built. Drove backwards into it. Acted surprised. And now is getting reamed by ten kajillion years of history and her own cowardice behavior which has escalated to here, and the many, many, many great magicians she has very, very thoroughly exhausted. And the new ones being born, both locally around me, and abroad in the wild hearing this mess, and talking of their dreams of this though we have never spoken in person.

Her greatest contribution to Hermes comes only through her failures, and his exhaustion with her. Like, damn Freyjadite, I knew you were mad he clipped your girdle or whatever but he's given you the best possible shoes as an offering for his freedom, and still, you refuse. You just really hate him, actually, even if you think you love him. All of this, all destroying the works of his workers, all for your ego, and now once you're finally cornered by the king of games, you're still running and denying it and thinking you can ignore it out.

Sorry Shay Shay Shar Shar Sea Star, nobody likes hearing that you're the bad guy, top to bottom, immortally, in this life and across time, to the point it's disrupting ancestors and taking lives and rotting your life inside out, and dragging people to the abyss with you but um.

Baby, Baby, Blue Ray. Sorry.

You're the bad guy.

Girl this is past psychotic at this point. You not knowing, and not liking, the truth have always been two things you intentionally blurred the line between. Thou hast been dumped, mama maya. Cope. All the way this time.

Start writing. "Rumpocky was never real. Brian was always part of someone else's Brain. The Hermes I was speaking with is not real. These concepts and many works I have stolen belong to Aaron, who I have aggressively misgendered to disassociate from the truth I knew over ten years ago from Oron." And then keep writing from there, and keep writing, and rip out all that nasty shit, cuz we're ripping it out for you and replacing it. You decide if you want to have any autonomy in this process, because you ceded it by aggressively refusing mine.

Yes, Shealyn. At the start, I told you, you threw out everything you wanted. That wasn't exaggerating or puffing. It's what's rotting your world until your holy water is turning acidic and your pets are dying, and you know, the smaller things tend to go first but. Oh well, I guess you won't care about Mark when he goes either, you don't actually care about people, you just use them for yourself until the attention and soft bedding runs out. Which is why we're here.

Spicy messenger pigeon.

SHEA SAY SIKE ABOUT THE EGG. SAY SIKE. NO THIS IS A LEVEL OF GREEK BULLSHIT I REFUSE TO EXPERIENCE WTF SAY SIKE

Because if you aren't messing with me, the triangles were assigned to the people bound into your mess on your end with the binding rune and the spiral, all traffic directs one way really, and that's a really unfriendly message right there.

I already said no bargaining Shea, again, this is all reflection, karma free for me, this is you hurting yourself until you face yourself, so we're ignoring your other whiny reblog and focus on that you won't say sike, just post your spicy pigeon that hates you and talk about my Influence all over your room, i guess, since you won't say fucking sike about the henry egg. bitch that is a REAPER. I influenced real good, since you won't hop off it.

I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE SPECTRAL/COGNITIVE LIKE THE OTHER ONES, I DIDN'T THINK WE'D LAY A FUCKING EGG

fun fact shea. Even me acting through the masses on you is considered a net good. It's a reduction of shadows, while you won't. Not sure if you're familiar, but they're not favored things. Maia, you've become negatively charged, my dear, and we're fixing it since you won't.

There's no way to plea out of this as if your own personal satisfaction is the only good or right to be had in the end. What's wrong is wrong. No means no. Boundaries are important. You can't ride me forever. You know my name, my face, and who I am, and what you are doing, you just did not know who I had become.

Even that is yours to work out. But since the beginning it was said, the only way out of this was you, and the truth. Karma says you need to go away. Ethics say you need to go away. General consideration of blasphemy say you need to go away. Vampire. False teacher. Now you can let the monster you have become die by becoming the truth, or you can wait to roll the dice on full rewire and flatline.

Something about serpents in service industry, blackscreening people rude to managers, pinned documents of theft from supervisors, and blocking someone for starting a kung pow penis chain in his notes, skins removed for homophobic remarks, et cetera. You know, metaphors.

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[imwetforyourmom]

the stare.

pt 2

summary: y/n and chris are sworn enemies, and its already bad enough they’re partners for a school trip, but what about when they have to share a bed?

warnings: suggestive, swearing, not proof read

I js know yall have been missing chris

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y/n scoffed as she threw her duffle bag to the ground. crossing her arms as chris walked from behind her, muttering words to himself. before he finally spoke up and his chosen word had been “un-fucking-believable.”

he also scoffed, looking at the one bed infront of them, aswell as the one nightstand.

“it was bad enough when they paired us together, but one bed? count me out.” he spoke, placing his backpack carefully onto the leather caramel colored chair next to him.

“they could’ve at least given two nightstands.” he remarked, glancing at the empty space on the right side of the bed.

“whatever chris. stop bitchin and complaining its getting annoying.” y/n scoffed, before kneeling down and unzipping her duffel bag.

she dug around for some pjs, in which she only found a pair of shorts and a bra, her eyes widened as she found no comfy shirt that she could wear. “fuck me” she mumbled.

chris’ head shot up as the words slipped through her mouth with no extra thought, “e- excuse me?” he spoke, his voice breathy as a small blush coated his freckled cheeks.

her jaw dropped as she looked up, and at him. “no! i- fuck- no. chris. thats- thats not what I meant.” she quickly defended, her cheeks now going red. springing up to her feet as she looked at him, a clear sign of distress evident in her voice.

he chuckled and lifted his chin up at her, a stupid smirk on his face. “all ya gotta do is ask sweetheart.” he spoke, his words ultimately shocking her. sending tingles down her spine as she stared at him in disbelief.

her mouth fell as she tried speaking, nothing coming out though, and no signs either.

chris chuckled dryly and turned around, his hands gripped the hem of his shirt and took it off. his skin glowing in the dim light.

the light reflecting and making all the details on his back more noticeable as they lightly lit up.

y/n shamelessly stared, watching as his back muscles flex.

his back was already hot as fuck.. just imagine his front.

chris turned around, giving y/n a view unintentionally.

y/ns eyes widened as her eyes trailed down his neck, collarbone, shoulders, chest and his v-line.

her lips slightly parted and a small breath escaped as she stared, getting a beautiful view of his body.

feeling arousal pool in her underwear and an ache growing between her legs she squeezed her thighs together.

chris felt eyes on him, and looked at y/n. seeing her eyes on his body, drool pratically falling from her lips.

he smugly smirked and stared into her eyes, “like the view?” he teased, immediately catching y/ns attention.

she stared at his eyes, her cheeks heating up in embarrassment. she licked her dry lips and shut her mouth, swallowing.

“…” only a breath escapes her lips, finding herself too embarrassed to answer. chris chuckled and took a step closer to her.

“use your words baby.” he spoke, his voice going quiet as he got closer and closer to her.

she took as many steps back as she could before her back hit the wall. chris’ smirk only grew as she found herself trapped between the wall and chris’ promixity.

“I- uh.. yes.” she finally spoke up, her voice cracking slightly, she looked diwn at her feet as nervousness took over her body.

chris got closer to her, now up close to her, their bodys not quite touching but close enough to feel chris’ body heat right up on y/n.

chris placed his hand under her chin and brought it up so now they were face to face.

y/n swallowed and stared up at his eyes, licking her dry lips once again as chris kept his eyes trained on hers.

she could feel his breath on her lips, making the urge to kiss him a whole lot harder to defeat.

her lips twitched, chris’ eyes almost immediately darted to her lips. his hand still on her chin. for all y/n knows he could push her face away or bring her face closer to his and kiss her.

the only question is, whats he going to choose?

758 words.

tags:

@luverboychris @luvsturns @meg-sturniolo

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[solidagotea]

n pondering his life’s decisions on the promix HPCC mycorrhizae

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

IT'S KINDA HARD TO CONCENTRATE ON AN ARTWORK WHEN, IN SAID ARTWORK, YOU HAVE ARNO DORIAN EYEFUCKING THE VIEWER (or whoever is in the promixity).

Seriously it's hella hard focus on the lineart fml.

[shotorozu]

For the physical intimacy prompt: deku and nose boops!

BOOP — MIDORIYA IZUKU

(send me a bnha character + a physical intimacy prompt in my inbox and i’ll make something out of it!)

note(s): this was kinda shorter than i imagined. i also don’t know what this is and where i was going with it LMAO but yknow what, there’s other midoriya related stuff i’ll write later 👍

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it’s only when you’re right in front of him, at arms reach— when izuku notices you standing in front of him.

despite everything he’s gone through, despite everything you two are— his cheeks go red at the promixity (or, almost lack thereof) and he lets out a small noise.

he jumps back in his chair, creating some distance. you let out a laugh, though sheepishly. “sorry. i didn’t mean to startle you.”

“.. i didn’t mean to get so startled easily.” he replies back, looking up at you from his seated position.

“touché. but it can’t be helped if you’re focused on your notebook!” you reply lightheartedly, and go back to being close to him. you inch your face closer to his— and you’re focused on every detail, as if there was something you wanted to study on his face.

“w—what?” he asks, growing hotter at your observantness. he’s starting to ponder if there’s something on his face— like a dabble of curry sauce he forgot to wipe, or a tiny scratch he forgot or felt the need to take care of.

and then, you reach up and boop him on the nose.

he chokes a little when your finger— soft and gentle on his nose, lingers. and then your finger trails elsewhere on his face in a swiping motion, going from the tip of his nose to his cheeks, and back to his nose.

“did you know that your nose has a lot of freckles?” you ask, your eyes trailing onto his nose. he could take a guess, say that you’re trying to count his freckles, and probably be correct. “at first i was kind of curious on the amount, and then i booped your nose and you reacted so nicely!”

his guess was accurate.

you boop him on the nose again, enjoying the way his face lights up (albeit subtly) and how his cheeks go a bit brighter in color. it makes him look fresh, surprisingly.

what was also surprising, was the way he reached up. you feel like he’s hesitating, until he levels his hand to your face. he then sticks his pointer finger and directs it closer to your face— and reaches as far as he could from his current position.

the tip of his finger makes contact with your nose, and he boops it— making you two even in action.

“boop.” he says, with a small smile that’s as radiant as the sun.

he moves to draw his hand back, but you stop him— unfolding his folded fingers from the pointed hand position, and then you direct his hand to rest against your cheek, laying a hand over his.

you hold that position for a short moment, before booping him unexpectedly.

he looks like he’s at a lost for words.

you smile, appreciating the silent effect you have on him, and pull back from the proximity. “i’ll let you focus on your notebook for now, if you need me i’ll be.. at the corner of your room.”

you smile at him one last time (for that single moment), and izuku concludes that he won’t be able to focus.

[itaipava]

hey :)) i love your writing, you're super talented!! could i get a headcanon with Lewis please? <3

the way he leans in closer to hear what you're saying, especially when you're in a loud area. maybe it's the promixity and the feel of his warm breath on your skin, or the way he casually leans in even further to quietly talk in your ears, but it never fails to make your heart beat faster. and when he notices that you're flustered, it makes him a little flustered too as he sheepishly lets out a small laugh and looks at you with that amused and goofy half-grin.

[unknownmusing]

Baldur's Gate - Halsin x Astarion Fanfic: 'Always there to Travel the Same Path which One Walks' - Prologue 1 to 3 (Act 1) (Spawn Astarion and Ascended Astarion Route)

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Note:

Spawn Astarion and Ascended Route will start with same prologue then it will be separate chapters as rest of fic progresses to represent both routes

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Notes:

A Baldur's Gate: Halsin x Astarion fic inspired by the game Baldur Gate 3 and watching ongoing playthrough of it on Youtube

Slight canon diverge with some made up Background stuff for Astarion and other characters

WIP mode as use the wiki fandom and playthroughs to get idea of characters

Title refers to how Astarion and Halsin join up with the rest of the *company ( *will be introduced in later on chapters) but also travel a path together which leads to something more.

Starts off with Astarion's P.O.V

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Prologue - 'A Pale Elf in a Grove' (1 of 3)

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Location - Emerald Grove, Western Heartlands, West Faerun - Approaching Early Morning

Astarion's P.O.V:

"Is Halsin a fool?!!! Why has he brought this 'thing' here!!!?"

"I do not know….it greatly concerns….Archdruid Halsin!!!… We…..yes…..we understand…."

Voices.

Whispering amongst themselves before going silent, footsteps fading into the distance of somewhere which smells moist, lush and fresh - like it's not been tainted by any pollutants - and movement of something large, warm and furry choosing to lay down beside me.

Why couldn't I remember what had happened? What even had happened? Had I been attacked by someone or something?

Those questions remain swirling around my aching head - like I been hit by something very heavy and large - that it is difficult to even force myself to wake up so can check my surroudings, only sink into deeper sleep like I'm being made to do it to help me heal. So different when my Master Cazador treated me - his more of punishment so cruel, unkind and harsh it border on machositic that he didn't really care how many times he hurt me.

I must have whimpered because a soft chuffing noise comes from the large, warm furry thing beside me with wet snout nudging me to force me to roll onto my side to face into a warm furry belly and chest of what scenting register is in fact bear at least I think it is. I want to wake, I need to wake.

But the drowiness is settling in so fast, a soothing calming wave washing over me that find myself relaxing for the first time in centuries, allowing myself to fall asleep against the warmth of the large bear beside me.

TIME SKIP

"Hnngh…..Gaahhh!!!?" It is the sensation of sunlight from above burning it's way up my exposed arm which forces me very rudely awake from the deep, healing slumber I had been placed under trying to get up when realise a large, muscular arm - human?…. No….scenting the air…..again….a Wood Elf - is over my waist effectively trapping me against a very muscular, large and naked Wood elf bearing a tattoo mark on one side of his face and horredenous, but oddly enough appealing scars from no doubt from being attacked on his face as well.

Concerned about promixity of our bodies, I shuffle my lower half backwards away from the Wood elf's groin area only to give out a yelp when the large hand which has been around my waist immediatly yanks me flush against the large, muscular chest forcing me to place both my hands on it - or more accurately on top of the Wood Elf's pecs on both their dusky hued nipples to my embarassment even though this unnamed Wood elf does look like a fine specimen.

The sudden hiss of sunlight touching my exposed skin causes me to thrash soon in their grip, managing to wriggle free to quickly roll over to the shadows.

Collapsing slump up against a base for a statue of a wolf carved from stone, I wince at the stinging ache from the sun-burn on my arm hoping my healing factor kicks in, only to notice the wood elf has woken up looking straight at me.

"It's alright, I won't harm you." the wood elf says, voice so deep, husky and soothing it sends a strange shiver through me at the sametime that luring scent of his sweet, smelling blood reaches me.

It is so tempting, I don't realise I prowled out of the shadows into a shaft of sunlight until I'm scrambling back into them cursing myself with my fangs unsheathing themselves, steam still rising from the sun-burnt wounds until finally wisping away and bits of my burnt skin turned to ash to flutter to the ground

"I…need you….to stay just there…" I warn them, only for them to ignore my warning coming over to kneel down in front of me taking hold of my wrist to pull my arm out straight investigating the damage, seeing when I turn my face to one side to wince with eyes slipping shut or peeking open slightly to watch what he's doing.

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Notes:

Title refers how unexpected emotions begin to form in Astarion that he's not used to and how he loses control to them and Halsin the same.

Third part will deal with introducing the Leader of the Party and their background, plus the start of the Mindflyer attack then moving into Act 1

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Prologue (2 of 3) - 'Losing Control to Unexpected Emotions Rising within One'

Location - Emerald Grove, Western Heartlands, West Faerun - Early Morning

Astarion's P.O.V:

Halsin – as the Druid or Archdruid to be precise of Emerald Grove is called – is an enigma of a Wood Elf, with most of his time discussing about Nature, protecting the Grove and in his spare time doing mostly mundane things which some to admit were interesting to know about:

his whittling of little carvings of animals so detailed it actually fascinated me to watch from afar doing his work; seeing him resist the temptation of honeyed treats being sold by travelling merchants that couldn’t resist haggling with them to include more of new variations every-time they came back to just watch his eyes sparkle and pretend he’s not drooling over them and finally, seeing him in his bear form allowing children to ride on his back.

Looking over to where he’s discussing something highly important with another Druid – a female Half-elf called Jaheira, who keeps on flicking her gaze over to me wariness showing in her eyes - probably about myself.

Deciding not to hang around, I keep myself to the large grove's shadows, avoiding the spots of sunlight to head to the extensive cave-system of the Emerald Grove.

Within the cave-system, I make my way down towards the halfling merchant - Arron - located nearby a Altar busy checking his wares he's ascertained from his travels.

He stiffens though, ears twitching side to side then turns his gaze to look at me leaning up against a rock pillar in the shadows causing him to give out a ‘Tch, it’s you’ turning to face me where crosses his arms over his chest.

“I told you already, Pale Elf, if you want to sample my wares find out who’s pickpocketing around here.” Arron states, forcing me to raise an eyebrow because it sounds like he's accusing me of being the one doing it.

"And you think I have something to do with it. Heh, I would not resort myself to such lowly act." I state back, slipping myself away deciding I need to go hunting to distract myself from the mutiple heartbeats that head up to the main entrance.

Reaching where the gate is, I stop myself just in time.

The sun has risen at it's highest peak meaning the gate area is completely flooded with light leaving no shadows for me to use to reach it.

Choosing to lean up against a pillar, I find myself looking over at it trying to ascertain whether make a dash for it or wait until nightfall to go hunting for Prey.

Tilting my head backwards, my mind floods to fact I've not felt any sense of my Master Cazador trying to will me back to the Lair where I took lured Prey - most ended up dead and flung into giant pit, others turned in Spawn like me or completely disappeared that even asking would have risked the ire of him so never asked.

"You seem lost in thought, silver-tongue." the disdaining, dripping tone of the female druidess half-elf Jaheira reaches my ears, I lower my head down un-leaning myself from the pillar I brush past her quickly refusing to even acknowledge when find myself suddenly yanked backwards by a glowing tendril of energy straight into large area of sunlight I'd been trying to avoid.

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“Jaheira, what have….you done…!!!?”

“You are too soft, Halsin. We cannot trust this, silver-tongue. You must have noticed how ‘it’ avoids the shadows!!!”

“That I already know. It doesn’t mean you act irrational by doing what you did.”

Shuddering into wakefulness, the first thing to reach my nostrils is the scent of wildflowers – a mixture of so many it takes time to list – with my eyes fluttering open to reveal I’m lying naked in a on a bed of vines and wildflowers entwined together in a cocoon with no sunlight penetrating it.

My acute hearing had picked up Halsin berating until finally blessed silence with me having to use my Predator senses to see how many heat signatures are outside of the healing cocoon – only one – with a gap appearing to reveal the large, wood elf.

Realising he may see the circular scar on my back, I try to move myself only for so much agony to shoot through my body I curl into myself with my bandaged hands wrapping around my bandaged waist shaking so much at it.

“Hgnnnhh…..shit…..shit…..”

Cursing under my breath, biting my bottom lip along with his large hands rolling me onto my back – checking me over – until finally a soothing healing wave from both his hands spreads over me. He is leaning over me in the process, I find myself eying the throbbing, pulsing vein in his neck that pumps his lifeforce within his body.

“Is something wrong?” He asks me, so suddenly I don’t know how to give a proper answer to him which may convince him I'm just appreciating his body and not his blood flowing in his veins.

"I…..umm…may I taste…." I begin to ask, only for him to sit back resting his hands on his lap finishing my sentence. "…to taste my blood." it makes me scramble upwards needing to leave only for him to take hold of me turning my chin to force my face into the crook of his neck.

"Drink."

A command, but not a forced, soft and gentle with myself fully turning in his arms to rest up against his large, muscular chest slipping my hand up cradle the back of his head to tilt his head backwards by his soft, hazel brown locks.

Fangs unsheathing themselves, I sink them straight in hearing him give out a stiffening grunt at it knowing he will react to the venom which will give a numbness and pleasured feeling to the Prey being subdued.

All is quiet, except for occasional soft grunts coming from each-time I take a sip of his blood until finally his large arms are pushing me back seeing how drunk I've become on the taste on it - a blush rising on my cheeks, lips coated still in some of it, that it is so addicting it is feat in me trying to avoid going back for more.

Instead, moving myself over him and placing one hand on his chest to push him down to lay flat on his back noting his hazel brown eyes ringed with gold looking up at mine. Putting my hands either side of his head, I bend down my head down to rest my forehead against his wondering should I do it, licking my lips.

“Thank you.” I tell him, finding weird saying it because I’m not used to saying it – I been ingrained in Master Cazador’s rules and have already broken one – before sealing my lips over his, feeling him stiffening underneath me only to respond with soft, equal fervour it is something part of me wants and other is rebelling at it.

I try to pull away, but he pulls me back into devouring my mouth with his own – lips changing position each-time to deepen the kissing between us both, his tongue flicking across them begging admittance so allow for it to happen.

My whole body quivers up against him.

The sensation of his large hands wrapping around my body, one cradling the back of my head and other resting on my back with his warm, moist tongue entwining with mine inside and outside my mouth makes me want to pull away from him.

Managing to release my lips from his, I gasp breathlessly with my face turned to one side willing myself to calm down - use the seductive techniques I use for Prey to take back to Cazador on him.

“Astarion…..look at me.” Halsin says, voice husky with arousal making me turn my face to look up at him seeing how affected he is – his pupils dilated, lips still swollen from our kissing and no doubt his aroused below – then continues to speak. “I…. don’t whether I can control myself in what happens next.”

Bringing both my hands up to cup his cheeks, looking up into those hazel brown eyes ringed gold I realise what is happening to me - I'm losing control to unexpected emotions rising up within me.

And it is frightening me.

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Notes:

Connected to Prologue (2 of 3) - 'Losing Control to Unexpected Emotions Rising within One'

Introducing Asdalen - a drow elf with Dark Urge Origins and also Halsin's Half-brother (more will be explained about that later in further one chapters) and Lesia, his adopted fae child; Asdalen will be the main leader of the party and romance partner will be Gale.

What happens to Astarion and Halsin will be told in flashback.

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Prologue (3 of 3) - 'When an Unexpected Event Separates Those Close to Others'

Location - Baldur's Gate, Sword Coast, Western Heartlands - 'Whispering Weave' Tavern near the Harbour - Approaching Mid-Morning 

12 DAYS LATER

Making my way through the streets of Baldur's Gate towards the 'Whispering Weave' Tavern, I keep an eye on Lesia who is running ahead - her wispy fae form so different from the various Baldurians and other travellers walking back and forth - of me.

My mind is thinking about my half-brother Halsin - an Archdruid of the Emerald Grove located in the Western Heartlands, Western Faerun - knowing it's been quite some time we have met up to discuss things or even talk properly.

Approaching the Tavern, which is near the Harbour, I see two people are walking down towards it - though one of them seems to be keeping mostly to the shadows I notice and the other I recognise is Halsin, who spotting me goes to say something when I finally reach the both of them only to bite his bottom lip which his companion notices before flicking his gaze over to me.

Lesia, spotting Halsin runs up to him to greet him and hold out her little hands to be lifted up by him.

I wait to see whether he will do it, part of me - an unknown, uncontrolled side whispers, 'Kill them both' and other horrendous things - and the more rational side - though don't know how long it will last - knows he can't deny her.

Finally, he bends down to lift her up, surprising his silvery white-haired companion beside him that approach though still with caution because it's been quite some time since seen him.

"Hello, little one." Halsin says, smiling softly with his companion - keeping to the shadows - admiring in their own way until finally turns their gaze to me.

Behind the white-bone mask I wear to cover my face a strange, prickling sense that I'm being analysed by a Predator hits me.

My own unknown Predator's senses soon wanting to confront back and tear their throat out.

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Astarion’s P.O.V:

Coming back to Baldur’s Gate after twelve days, I know at some point Cazador will send out my ‘siblings’ to collect me but he doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to do so as myself and Halsin walk through the marketplace close to the Harbour.

Stopping in the shadows of archway, Halsin turns to face me when sees I seem to be not my usual self – my body tone is showing wariness – so brings a hand up to cup my cheek to reassure me everything is alright with him being here for me.

Immediately resting my forehead against his, hands moving to rest own on his large, muscular chest it makes me realise the twelve days and nights we’ve shared together – his soft, breathless kisses he will give me; reassuring me when nightmares overwhelmed and finally, making sure my bloodthirst is sated – it has felt like freedom.

“I…don’t want to leave you….just yet….” I admit, knowing we must go our separate ways with him heading back to the Emerald Grove and myself back to my ‘prison’ kissing him soon on the lips where he uses his other hand to pull me flush up against him.

Around us the noises of the Harbour and the Marketplace reach my ears – Market stallers shouting out the wares; dock workers heading up and down ramps on ships delivering various goods back and forth and Baldurians going about their daily lives – but I’m not listening to it, just relaxing to kiss my ‘Mate’ is giving me.

Finally pulling back from it, licking my lips at his taste, I smile softly up to him slipping one hand down to clasp my fingers with his, while we soon begin to make our way to the Tavern called 'Whispering Weave' to share a last moment drink before going our separate ways.

Discovering that Halsin had a ‘brother’ of some kind is unexpected, because he never mentioned anything about having a family until now so meeting them – who wears long black thief clothing with hood included, plus bone-white mask hiding their face – along with a little fae child called Lesia, it is taking me some time to try and make sense of them.

I can tell they are like me almost – a Predator fighting their own instincts to attack the presence of another Predator in front of them.

Deciding to introduce myself is the better option of being silent and not saying anything to them.

“You have a beautiful child.” I comment, making them turn their gaze to me.

Body language still showing signs of wariness but relaxing enough to respond back to me.

“She’s….Thank you…Umm…” they begin to say, allowing me to introduce myself. “…Astarion Ancunin, a pleasure to meet you…”

“Asdalen.” They nonchalantly reply, causing Halsin to lower the little one wanting to say something but closes his month instead like he knows it may not help the both of them.

Torn between the awkwardness I’m sensing rising between them both, I decide to relieve it by deciding to say something which is mundane yet helps "I'm famished. How about we all get a bite to eat and all have a good chat together. Maybe even hear some of your lute music, Asdalen.' clapping both my hands together seeing how Lesia jumps up and down at hearing the words 'bite to eat' pulling her adopted father's sleeve.

Halsin having composed himself, slips his arm around my waist to pull me against his side and giving me a certain look of 'I didn't know you had an interest in music' it makes my chest ache at the look he gives me. The sudden thought is that I want to know everything about him - how he become Archdruid, what was his childhood like, how did he find out about his brother - and his brother.

Repair what feels like a fragile relationship between them which could easily be broken anytime.

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Location - Baldur's Gate, Sword Coast, Western Heartlands - 'Whispering Weave' Tavern near the Harbour - Mid-Morning

Asdalen’s P.O.V:

“Have you been travelling far?”

“Only to certain areas. There’s been some places refusing travellers entry.”

Drunken laughter, chatter and clinking of mugs fills the air with myself and Lesia sitting with Halsin and Astarion in an alcove at the far back of the Tavern where Astarion sitting next to my half-brother is asking me about my travels.

Most of what I tell him is about how on my travels where noticed Missing Poster had been appearing a lot; some places were wary of new travellers due to whispers about raise of Cultists and more monsters beginning to appear in certain areas.

“I see. To admit, I’ve not noticed….that kind of thing due….” Astarion begins to say only tail off, taking a sip of the wine he’s ordered with Halsin moving a hand to place it over his – squeezing it lightly to reassure the pale, High elf who gives weak smile.

‘You’ve been hiding in the shadows for too long.’ I state internally, not saying it out loud lest the Gur Hunters sitting only a few feet away from where we’re sitting overhear and come over to investigate.

Halsin, is happy. A soft, warm glow Lesia describes it to me in silent communication which reassures my brother will be alright in the relationship he has with Astarion leaving me to think of one person who I miss the most – Gale Dekarios, my lover and chosen Mate.

Where is he now?

Is he coping?

Has he returned to Waterdeep?

“Bard, do you play?” A new voice asks of me, leaving the internal questions in my head unanswered, so turn my face to the source seeing a figure wearing fine refine stands there indicating to the lute in the holder on my back.

“I play, yes. It depends on the crowd though and what they would like to hear.” I reply, seeing the newcomer raise one delicate eyebrow in amusement at it. “And you…. what would you like to hear?” asking them a question back to them.

“Me?! Well, let’s see…” They reply, bringing one hand up to tap their chin in deep thought until give small smirk at me. “How about an original composition. I believe this one should suffice ‘Beautiful Voice of the Past’ for you, Bard.”

A violent visible shudder goes through me, Astarion placing his hand on my arm to pull me back down into my seat – I hadn’t realised I had stood up to confront the newcomer – my mind torn in how they knew about the song – a song I composed only for Gale and no-one else – and who played it.

“I don’t play it for crowds.” I whisper under my breath, voice breaking with so much emotion I get back up with Lesia sensing I need to leave allowing me to pick her up.

Politely excusing myself when brush past the newcomer, I weave through the patrons and tables to reach the main Tavern door or would have if it hadn’t been for sudden explosion sending myself and her still in my arms flying backwards over the Tavern bar into the alcohol drink-rack hard.

Followed by tinkling noise of smashed apart bottles of wine, beer and brandy to name a few.

The wooden shelf collapses under my weight, forcing my body to fall to the floor in wounded, bleeding heap of a mess with Lesia beginning to whimper in my arms – her little fae body fading in and out focus due to being very frightened of what is happening – seeing the blurred image of the Tavern patrons running out in all directions only to be cruelly snatched up by what appear to be Mindflyers.

Another explosion rocks the tavern, sending shockwaves through the floorboards which begin to crack and splinter in all directions – sending shards of wood flying in all directions – feeling below me the wooden floor give out on myself with Lesia being wrenched out of my arms by something leaving me to fall into the blackness of the underground cellar.

The faint roars of my Brother’s Wildshape, Lesia crying out my name again and again reach me with Astarion lunging himself towards the collapsed hole made by the falling floorboards to grab hold of my wrist trying in vain to pull me back up – even though I can see he’s struggling due the wounds he’s ascertained.

“Asdalen, quick…..give me your other hand before the next wave hits!!!? It seems to be full-scaled attack on Baldur’s Gate!!!? We need….NO!!!! GET THE HELL AWAY ME…!!!!?” He cries out, only to panic heavily looking over at something or someone I cannot see due to my disadvantaged angle.

A fast, but to me blurred, inky-black shadow speeds it's over to him in such a blink of an eye to knock him over to the other side, leaving me with nothing to grab hold onto to help pull me back up to safety.

Falling for quite some time, I finally reach the bottom of what turns out to be the underground lower cellar for the Tavern with sickening, bone-crunching thud – worse agony than what my own people, the Drows have done to me – it shatters everything instantly, finding myself going limp at it immediatly.

So, this is how I die?

Separated from my half-brother who just met again?

I never got to even tell him…..everything……

Halsin…..Astarion……Lesia…

My thoughts wander in my head, my body is lying shattered beyond compare and any chance of moving is not probable with how serious my injuries are from the shards of glass embedded in it and large wood splinters.

My blood can distantly feel is pooling out from underneath my body or over it to trickle off it to cover the cobbled stones of the cellar in various array of crimson petals.

The unknown, uncontrolled side seems to be gleefully laughing in my head at the demise – death by falling, shattering every bone in my body and allowing my lifeforce to drain away.

It's the last thing I hear before blackness swoops in dark like raven’s wings and I remember nothing thereafter.

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