This is a full list of my completed and active fics published to AO3.
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Format is Title - Words/Fandom - main ship
For Fics in progress, words will be expected words, so I do not have to continuously update this post.
Completed Long and Mid Fics
Back on the Bus- 21k/BG3 - Astarion/Wyll
Taters - 57k/BG3 - Astarion/Shadowheart/Karlach
A Home in the Darkness - 39k/BG3 - (Tater's Sequel)
True Love's Kiss - 44k/BG3 - A!A/OC , past Astarion/Karlach
Long Fics In Progress
Twelve Days of Debauchery - 70k/BG3 - A!A/Lord Byron (prequel to A Striking Resemblance)
A Striking Resemblance - 150k/BG3 - A!A/OC
In Memoriam - 60k/BG3 - God Gale/Durge, Astarion/Durge
Threadbare - 600k/BG3 - Astarion/Named Tav
Unbidden and Ill-Begot - 50k/BG3 - Gale/OC
One Shots
A Dark and Stormy Night - Gale/Tav, Astarion/Tav
Gale and Astarion are in love with Tav, they jerk off about it.
A Decadent Discourse - Astarion/Lord Byron
Three Months of Courtship by Letters
Felicitations and Whatnot - Gale/Astarion
Post-Canon, Gale throws his friend whom he is definitely not in love with a birthday party. Astarion attends even though he is not in love either.
Something Old, Something New - Astarion/Jaheira
A 10x100 fic, how after the brain fell, they fell despite themselves.
Reclamation and Reverence - Astarion/Named Tav
Astarion rediscovers pleasure after seeing Tav in his shirt.
Toddler Fight Club - Astarion & Lae'zel & Minthara
What if these three opened a daycare postcanon?
What? Like it's Hard? - Astarion/OC, Astarion/OC
Astarion as Elle Woods in his precanon law school days
Words, Words, Words - Gale/Astarion
The line between hate and fucking is non-existant if you cross it.
You Can't Spell Coquette Without A Coq - A!A/Lord Byron
A!A was yeeted to Earth after the brain, 200 years later, he walks into a poetry reading and falls for rakish young man. (Prequel to Twelve Days of Debauchery)
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Hello darling, I was wondering what kind of "dead dove" do I have to expect in "Threadbare"? 😇
Well, basically, anything I've tagged on the fic is 100% going to happen in the fic. There will be graphically described violence and injuries. Nora and Astarion are both extremely traumatized people who act out their trauma when triggered, suffer from inappropriate boundaries, and are, to a certain degree, sociopaths.
While I'm not a fan of torture porn as titillation (but I am avidly anti-censorship and think every topic is worthy!), there will be dips in this fic into both past and present experiences of suffering physical, emotional, and sexual harm, where they inform the character's actions, relationships, and the events of the plot.
Also, one of my main characters is a vampire, and the other is a woman who copes with her emotions through seeking out violent and painful sexual encounters. So... knifeplay, bondage, etc come up, and are often poorly or not negotiated.
Some non-spoilering examples include:
PTSD-induced flashbacks to near-death experiences
A scene where one main character tortures another main character under threat of death
several scenes with dubious to extremely dubious consent between the main characters because they both have poor boundaries and worse communication, especially early on
Because I make Cazador a main character in the plot with far more going on than the canon story, things that happen under his auspices will occur.
Though NEVER graphically described, the story does deal with the abuse of children, particularly the aftermath.
There is an event where a character suffers a miscarriage. It is not going to be treated as a minor event, either physically or emotionally.
This is a pretty good list to indicate what to expect. I do tag warnings on chapters if something is particularly triggering, or if something that isn't tagged on the fic that is likely to be triggering comes up. Unfortunately, with longfics, it simply isn't practical to tag every possible thing in the story, so I tend to tag large themes or things that occur multiple times.
If you have a particular theme or tag you are worried about, I'm on discord with my AO3 username and my DMs are open. I'd be happy to chat.
inspired by @missfortunetherogue
tagging a few baddies with OCs I think would be fun for this
@alwaysmauria @honeybummer @shandoratheexplorer
You can find her in my longfic, Threadbare
Keep in mind while reading that Nora has a very heavy West Virginian accent.
Non-Romanced Greetings
Negative (<0):
"This better be damn important."
"You should be worried. I'm a shoot-first kind of girl."
"Well, well, look who the cat dragged in."
"Bless your heart, you actually think someone cares."
Neutral (0 - 19)
"I suppose I can be arsed to listen."
“I did take responsibility for this circus, didn't I?"
"This better be important. Or Funny.."
"Alright. Whose gonna blow up this time?"
Medium (20+)
"What's on your mind, darlin'?"
"Ain't you a sight for sore eyes."
"Pop a squat and dish already."
When spoken to by someone other than the player character:
"Oh, you sweet thing. I am not in your price range."
"Sorry, darling, but I ain't got time for other people's business."
Romance
Flirting
Smacks their ass and runs away, giggling.
Answers fuck you with "Only if you ask nicely. Or disrespectfully."
"So........ wanna desecrate a temple?"
"You keep on being so sweet, I'm gonna get the diabetus."
Partnered (Act 2)
"If I had to be here, I'm glad it's with you."
Pulls them closer by their waistband firmly with one hand, grabs their chin with the other. "No more talking tonight, love."
"Come on, lie down and tell me all about it. I'll scratch your head."
Partnered (Act 3)
"How did I get so lucky as to find you?"
"You make me feel like I might be worthy of loving."
"Curl up in my arms and tell me all about it."
“Is this a get drunk and cry or fuck until we pass out kind of problem?"
Broken up
"How's finding less treating you?"
"You're lucky I haven't shot you yet. But there's still time."
“Don't take hints well, do you?"
“Ugh. You again."
Astarion Origin - Non-romanced Exclusives
"So, you can hear, like, everything? Oh my god, where do I even start? Does Shadowheart snore?"
"I will tell you one vampire story, but only if you don't scream like a little bitch about how wrong all the details are."
...
"Jesus Christ, my dude. You can bitch about one detail. Alright? One per story."
"Look, I get it, it's soooo tragic being a vampire. Fuck you, man, you get to live forever, and you don't have to poop. That's already like 50% better than most mortal lives."
"As a matter of fact, I think your stories are hilarious. Some people in this party are just pussies."
"OK. I'll explain it one more time. But this time, take notes. It all started when an idiotic teenager decided to assassinate a Duke in Austria."
"Look, all I said to Halsin was that I think it's beyond dumb to fry bacon naked. I did not tell him he had to wear clothes."
"Go ahead, Ascend. It's not like archdevils are known for tricking people into horrible, unfixable situations by offering them exactly the things they are most desperate for."
Astarion Origin Romance Exclusives
Selecting "I want to talk about us."
"... Really? I mean. Yes. Please. I like the sound of that. Us."
Selecting “What are we to each other?”
Act 2
"Well, ah, ain't that the rub?"
"You give me, well, hope. And I ain't had that in a long, long time."
"Something rather precious, given the, well, everything."
Act 3
"The most improbable, ridiculous thing in all of existence: love."
"Something worth living for."
"A home to return to, a place to weather our storms, and a safe place to fall apart."
Selecting “Maybe we should end this before it gets too complicated.”
Laughter. "Oh honey, that dog done barked already."
Picking “I’m afraid to get hurt.”
"Bless your heart. Getting hurt's inevitable. The question ain't how to avoid hurt, it's how to make it count. You are worth it to me. The question you gotta ask yourself is if I am worth it to you."
Picking “You deserve better than me.”
"Yes. Probably. But I ain't never had sensible taste. Don't insult me by making my choices for me."
Picking "I’m afraid to hurt you."
"See, that sounds noble, but it's a crock of shit. It's you making my decisions for me. 'Cause I happen to think that you're worth the risk."
Picking “This was a mistake.”
“No. This was a choice. If you've made a different one, tell me. But don't pretend you didn't want me before now."
Picking “I don’t love you anymore.”
"You know, I'd hoped you had enough respect for me to tell me the truth. But whatever. I'm too much, I know. So go find less."
Picking "I love you."
"Damn you. Because now I have to say it, too, and we can't pretend this is something else anymore. I love you like a goddamned fool."
I am running on about two hours of sleep and the lady at the drivethru window when I picked up my coffee said I looked SO cute so I'm a bit tired and manic right now BUT!!!! I have a wildly insane headcanon idea
So Ulder Ravengard was first introduced as a part of the Murder in Baldur's Gate adventure, which established the return of Bhaal with the death of Abdel Adrian on Returning Day. He was potentially one of three people who could be Chosen by Bhaal in the coming days, depending on the actions of the players in the adventure, becoming more ruthless with the direction of the Flaming Fist, more paranoid, more bloodthirsty, until eventually the spirit of Bhaal took him and he could become the final boss of the module
(the other two potential Chosen being Rilsa Rael who I always mistake for Nine Fingers Keene (!!) and Lord Torlin Silvershield, the latter being who WotC canon deemed to be the real Chosen)
And I always thought that was a fascinating choice, for Larian to continue on with Ulder and introduce Wyll, who is so good and driven and earnest; I think having that context for Ulder explains a lot about the state of the Flaming Fist as we see them in BG3, because a man that capable of zealotry that he finds common ground with Bhaal would overlook a lot of the bigotry and brutality that's rampant amongst the Fist. That culture of cruelty and violence didn't just spring up in the five minutes since Gortash took over
But I got to thinking. How did Ulder end up like that when he was serving under Abdel Adrian for years? Abdel, who in WotC canon remained good and true and just, who was awkward about his public image, but fundamentally a good man and good leader?
(bear with me, I'm connecting dots again)
Well. Bhaalspawn are naturally drawn to one another, aren't they? What if Ulder isn't just an appealing option for Bhaal - what if he's the unknown descendent of another famous Bhaalspawn from Baldur's Gate, perhaps THE most famous Bhaalspawn...
What I'm saying is, what if Sarevok had a kid he never knew about (Ulder comes from a family of blacksmiths? When Sarevok is famously connected to the Iron Throne and the iron crisis? ) and eventually through three or four generations, we end up with Ulder and Wyll, who retain just a sliver of that potential within them, enough that Ulder can hear the call of Bhaal during the Returning Day crisis
I'M JUST SAYING. It has potential. It could be a fun headcanon to explore...
My gf and I attended Neil Newbon’s panel at Phx Fan Fusion today and we learned that a) he was the actor for the performance capture of both Minsc and Gortash (among others), b) he based Minsc’s mannerisms off of his own twin brother (sweet), but also c) he based Gortash’s posture and behavior off of former US president Barack Obama
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Sure, parents shouldn't have favorite children, buuuut....
Thank you for the tags, @cinder-rellish181 @gortashsrighthand @emmy-and-the-tieflings @archduchessgortash @unovafarm! This is such a fun concept, and I enjoyed reading about all of your fics children.
Gentlest tags for @lilhumanoid @optimisticgrey @chaushaus @elceewunjo @spillingteanotpermitted @litsenn @lucretiouswept @lofi-fried @scoldingdarjeeling @ginateeth @dramatiquechipmunk @alwaysmauria @lolthwoven (if you'd like to be on or off my tag list for more/fewer tags, please lmk here)
The Embrace of Love and Death
My firstborn, my pride and joy. Born during one of the darkest times of my life, they helped me find joy in being alive again and they'll never know how precious they are. Was I a good parent in the beginning? Probably not. But they've grown me in immeasurable ways and it's been a true joy to watch them grow in kind. They're in high school now and growing louder and prouder by the day. We're getting ready to tour colleges and I am NOT ready, although I cannot wait to see what wonderful things they'll do once they fly the coop.
The Modiste & The Marquess
No middle child syndrome here, I've been obsessed with her from the moment I got baby fever and started designing her nursery. Having learned from my mistakes with my firstborn, M&M entered the world with fanfare and glitter bombs. She's a diva, hunnies, and she wants all the attention, often leaving me sleep deprived and half-mad waking me up at all hours of the night with a "I gotta tell you something!" She has turned me into one of those snooty parents who says with a smug, knowing smile that she's better than the other (commercially published) kids in her class.
The Secret Child
What? A second family with @dramatiquechipmunk and @alwaysmauria? I would NEVER! The SCANDAL! Don't ask me anymore questions 👀
Good, they've left to make coffee. Listen, I don't have much time but Miss Fortune isn't the straight-laced cinnamon roll they pretend to be. I was born under the cloak of secrecy in the catacombs of a vampire lair, where I've been held captive my whole life. Sunlight is a foreign concept I read about in books, but I long to see the light, to smell the fresh air. There's a party happening tonight; everyone will be distracted. This is my chance, but I can't do it alone—shit, they're returning. COME FIND ME!
we all know that astarion has the curse of being the evil-aligned/anti-hero archetype and the fandom treating him like some delicate innocent. that’s just something that happens in fandom spaces. it’s been happening for years. there’s nothing we can do. yes i know i get it.
but what really gets under my skin more than the deliberate mischaracterization of such an intricate and cool character is the fact that sometimes the community literally sacrifices his sense of humor. which astounds me because his sense of humor is what initially made players invested in who he was as a character!
he always has something funny to say— even if it’s only funny to him. he laughs at his own jokes and he gets defensive and butthurt if you make jokes at his expense. he is a hypocrite. he is hilarious.
less of him being like this tradhusband/untouchable figurehead of goodness and more of him being flawed and funny. cancel me idgaf i love canon astarion.
People noting this anniversary reminding me again that it is such an insane failure of the pro-choice movement that we do not as a nation think of George Tiller as a civil rights hero and additionally a martyr at the level of MLK Jr. or a Kennedy. So, you know, do your part, etc.
“It is my fundamental philosophy that patients are emotionally, mentally, morally, spiritually and physically competent to struggle with complex health issues and come to decisions that are appropriate for them.” – George Tiller, MD
“It is my fundamental philosophy that patients are emotionally, mentally, morally, spiritually and physically competent to struggle with com
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It’s been a while since I had time to sit down and compile my lil reading list! Doing this in two parts because the last month I’ve managed to do a bit more reading than usual!
Recs below; please check tags before diving in!
Our Memories by @gortashsrighthand (baldurs_simp on AO3) - Enver Gortash x Tav, I am a sucker for the idea of past lives and always fated to meet across time / space. And this hits all these marks for me. I am still thinking of this one and I will be going back to it time and time again.
The Devil In A Glass House by @theendofanerror (inveniamviam on AO3) Gale x Tav, Modern AU, When Gale seeks time alone at one of Mystra’s gatherings he meets Mia, recently commissioned to paint his mentor’s portrait. It seems like he’s met a woman he could fall in love with. If only he wasn’t under Mystra’s thumb (and other parts of her!). Genuinely the sad man Gale; I want to hold him just as much as I want to shake him. I can’t do this justice. Read it. Each chapter is sumptuous and juicy with such wonderful prose.
In the Margins by @galeswetdoeeyes (Ysmiyr on AO3) - Gale x Tav, Hurt/Comfort One-Shot set in Act 2 following the visit from Elminster and the reveal of Mystra’s demands. I really hope we get a series of Ellara and Gale, because this gave me all the good feels.
“10/10, Would Recommend.” By @aerin67 - Gale x Tav. Modern AU, Gale is a cardigan wearing librarian with a crush on regular patron, Tav. He is also waging war on whoever is ‘vandalising’ is book recommendation wall. Whoever could it be…. Absolutely delightful! Special shoutout to librarian Astarion who is just as mischievous and witty as you would expect.
Override & Underground by @saylofwaterdeep - Gale x The Dark Urge, Enver Gortash x The Dark Urge. Modern AU, Gale returns to Harper Pharmaceuticals as Head of IT/Cyber Security where he met and lost the love of his life. Complications arise when a new counterfeit drug hits the streets from a new cartel, the race to find them and the arrival of Gale’s long lost love, who is not happy to see him. So much fun to read; I am obsessed with the way we flit between 2001/2011 and the clear change in dynamics. Sayl’s writing always feels so immersive and this is no exception.
Thin Ice by @ficbrish (EverythingIsAlreadyTaken on AO3) - Astarion x Tav, Modern AU. Retired Ice Skater Astarion agrees to come out of retirement to show newcomer Vistri he’s still got what it takes, only for them to be shoved together to skate as a pair for the PR. Shenanigans ensue!! I absolutely cackled my way through this as part of the @baldurs-writers-3 exchange last month and I immediately added it to TBR to continue asap!
Surely, it was a jape.
That was the only possible explanation for why Anth— Astarion was leading a pretty young woman by the hand through the gardens.
Byron watched from the bedroom window, seething with a jealousy more fierce than he'd ever known, as smiles as easy and warm as a summer breeze passed between the pair. He gasped when his love, his love, who'd declared his own passions so fervently the day before, suddenly knelt before the woman with flaming hair, plucking a daffodil and passing it to her like a most precious gift.
The sound of glass shattering startled the poet, and he looked down, realizing he'd dropped his water glass in shock.
He turned, trying to soothe himself. Of course, Ancunin would still be courting, still looking for a wife. It was a requirement. A duty. It was patently absurd to believe for a moment that the fervency of their affections would be able to stop the tidal weight of social obligation that was marriage.
Nonetheless, George decided right then that he would make him pay for having to watch this mockery of the words they'd spoken in their passion.
He summoned Viktor with a bell, a plan fully laid out in his mind. The Prussian frowned when he'd worn naught but a waist-coat over a summer's shirt of fine muslin, even foregoing a cravat. The frown deepened when he'd directed the man to affix the collar to his neck.
Without the finishing neck-piece, the collar was clearly visible for what it was, nestled in the high but open collar of the shirt, the diamond star at the front drawing in every eye, impossible to miss.
As Byron stood in the doorway, debating between whether to ride out into the gardens or catch the two of them in the grand hall, Viktor cleared his throat.
"You may speak."
Viktor took a slow breath. "I mean no disrespect, my Lord, but I worry you may be acting with a certain youthful, well, imprudent passion."
Byron narrowed his eyes at the imposing man. "And by what rights would it be your job to determine this?"
The taller man looked down. "My Master, he's…" The man took another low breath, seeming to draw courage. "He would be quite distressed were something to happen to you, as his affections have grown quite deep."
"And why would you believe something might happen to me, Viktor?"
The man looked him straight in the eyes with his piercing blue stare. "My Master is a dangerous, volatile, viciously jealous man."
It should have felt offensive, the implication that somehow Byron would be unable to defend himself. Part of him bristled, rose up, and angrily demanded that he put this upstart in his place. But the sincerity in the man's bright eyes was hard to overlook.
"Perchance," George began, toying with the collar. "Could you tell me who the young woman is?"
"Yes," the word sounded like the man's voice was run through gravel. "Her name is Kotryna Grigolaitė. She arrived this morning from Königsberg."
"Isn't that your port of call, goodman?"
Viktor nodded, jaw still tight. "Kotryna is my daughter. She came without notice, and expressly against my wishes."
Tagging a few people, tag yourself if you'd like!
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If I missed your tag, ping me, please. It was a busy week and I love to read your stuff!
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Gentle warning for severe injuries, bloodloss and fever dreams
They all needed tending to. Truthfully, we all did.
Lae'zel's arm had been broken badly enough that even she struggled to conceal the pain. Karlach had borne the worst of the fighting as usual, her body battered and bruised to an extent that frightened me more than I cared to admit. Gale looked as though he had not slept in days, thankfully he had only suffered superficial injuries. Wyll was lightly wounded and stubborn as ever. Shadowheart exhausted. Halsin wore the particular expression healers often do when they are running on determination alone.
To this day, I am not entirely certain how we survived.
I remember looking around our miserable little makeshift camp and feeling a strange, detached gratitude simply because everyone was still breathing.
It felt miraculous enough.
So I told them to care for themselves first.
I was injured, certainly, but not as badly as the others. At least, that was what I claimed.
Whether anyone believed me is another matter entirely.
Shadowheart and Halsin worked together to do what they could. Wyll and Gale fetched water, tore cloth into bandages, emptied the last of our dwindling potion supply, and assisted wherever extra hands were needed. Between them they managed to stabilize Lae'zel and Karlach and patched wounds well enough that we would survive the night.
At the time, survival until morning felt like a sufficiently ambitious goal.
When they put me down by the fire, I practically collapsed onto my bedroll with a sigh.
After all those months on the road, it no longer smelled like strangers. This realization remains oddly vivid in my memory.
There had been a time when every blanket, every bartered tent, every bedroll had carried traces of other people—sweat, smoke, damp earth, old leather and unfamiliar dreams, fears and hopes. Yet somewhere along the way this old bedroll had become mine. The blanket smelled faintly of woodsmoke and soap.
Small things. The sort of things one notices when they are exhausted enough to mistake them for treasures.
The fire crackled softly nearby.
Lae'zel, Karlach, and Gale had been settled farther away behind hastily erected tent flaps to afford them a measure of privacy. Under other circumstances I might have accepted the same arrangement.
Instead, I insisted on remaining beside the fire.
I wanted the warmth. Or perhaps I simply wanted the company.
Looking back, I am not sure which.
The fever had already begun settling into my bones.
I remember shivering so violently my teeth hurt while sweat soaked my clothes and blankets. Every inch of me seemed caught between extremes. Too hot. Too cold. Burning. Freezing.
The wounds in my leg throbbed relentlessly. Sleep came only in fragments. I drifted between consciousness and fever dreams, between reality and whatever strange places the mind wanders when the body is struggling to mend itself.
Most of it is blurred now. Sensations more than memories.
The weight of blankets.
The smell of smoke.
The distant murmur of hushed voices.
The crackle of burning wood.
And through all of it, Halsin.
I remember his voice before I remember seeing him. Deep and steady and impossibly calm.
He was speaking Elvish. I noticed that even through the haze of fever.
There was something different about the way he spoke the language when he thought nobody was truly listening. Softer somehow. Older. Like water moving over smooth stone. The cadence wrapped around me more than the words themselves, becoming something soothing and familiar even when I could not entirely follow what he was saying.
Perhaps he was speaking to me.
Perhaps he was praying.
I didn't ask. I only remember finding comfort in the sound.
Then his hand.
Gods.
Even now, after everything, that memory remains achingly clear.
Halsin's hands are enormous. Capable of splitting wood, shaping stone, shifting into claws large enough to tear through armor.
Yet I had never felt gentleness like his. A cool cloth brushed across my forehead. His fingers moved through damp strands of hair, carefully pushing them away from my face. The blankets shifted as he tucked them closer around my shoulders.
Every touch was deliberate, as though I were something precious.
As though he had all the time in the world.
I drifted in and out of sleep while he remained beside me.
Each time I surfaced from fever dreams, I found him there again.
Speaking softly.
Adjusting the blankets.
Replacing the cloth.
Checking my temperature.
Watching.
Waiting.
And though I could scarcely keep my eyes open, though pain and fever and exhaustion dragged me under again and again, I remember the certainty that settled somewhere deep within me.
I was safe.
Not because the danger had passed.
Not because my wounds were healing.
But because Halsin was there.
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"Vanderhorst had been under the influence of MDMA and three litres of vodka she had consumed on the night of the offence last September, her lawyer Michael Hill told the court."
Dropping a fic rec. I started reading this story for the third time now.
This fic is an almost original novel that happens to be set in the Elder Scrolls/Skyrim universe. The writing is stellar. The characters feel real. The hurt/comfort of it all is mostly hurt in the best way.
Just 100/10 of a fic.
Always Read the Fine Print
paraparadigm
Summary:
Vera's world ended not with a bang, but with a whimper: the year is 2095, the world in the throes of late-stage climate change. The Earth will keep going, the humans - not so much. As it turns out, the apocalypse is contagious: either that, or she has spectacularly bad luck.
Waking up naked on a bloody altar isn't the best introduction to a new place, but you make do with what life hands you. After a rocky start, Vera finds herself in Markarth, trying to make a new home for herself amidst the violence, corruption, and Thalmor zealotry.
But just when things are finally settling down - as much as they can in the city of blood and silver - a Nord and a Dunmer roll into town with the mother of all bad deals. Always read the fine print.
This series starts about a year before the events of the game and will continue through the timeline and the DLCs. This fic is the first installment. Canon-compliant(ish), but skews towards a lot of original content. Narration is in 3rd person limited; the protagonist is not the Dragonborn.
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Hell is empty and all the Devils are here Book One: Dawn
Chapter 5
There were moments, usually late at night while we sat together among stacks of books and cooling candle wax, when he would begin speaking—not directly, never cruelly, and certainly never accusingly—about control. About impulses. About the dangerous things people carry quietly within themselves.
He always spoke in broad terms, carefully enough that I could pretend he was not speaking about me at all if I wished to preserve my pride.
"Power without discipline is merely destruction waiting for opportunity,” he once told me while correcting my grip on a spellform, his hands warm and steady around my wrists. "And desperation, when left unnamed long enough, often convinces itself it deserves indulgence.”
At the time, I remember going very still.
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I can't really share the last line I wrote because it's a huge spoiler, so I'll just drop you guys the fanfic itself. The first chapter is up and has only 2745 words
Have fun!
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Now onto the teaser for Broken Mirror's next chapter!
"Gods, I'm so tired," I whisper. "It is her right to punish me so. I have failed, and I deserve this."
"Do you, though?" The whispered words sound like they come from far, far away, and oddly enough, they sound just like Rolim.
"Leave me alone," I answer as blood trickles down from the corner of my mouth. I draw another wheezing breath, trying to gather enough magic to heal the damage so I may yet live another day.
I reach for the magic I share with my Dark Lady, but the pool is empty.
I feel so cold…
This is the end, isn't it?
"Shadowheart," Rolim's voice again. "Stay with me."
"I don't need you, and you don't need me," I answer the phantom. "So why won't you stop pestering me?"
"Because you're my friend."
I manage a weak snicker; the cold feeling from before gives way to a gentle warmth.
"Who knew that death could feel so nice?" I mutter weakly.
"Now now, don't be dramatic," Rolim's voice sounds in my ears again. "You're not dead yet."
"I'm hallucinating," I answer. "Clearly, this is it."
But then—
I wonder—
Why would I dream of him when I lay dying?
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