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Chapter Eleven

In which there is a much-needed conversation.

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The breath on the back of Ashenivir’s neck shifted, and he knew Rizeth was awake. At first he only lay there, for the moment felt fragile as glass, such that the slightest movement might shatter it. Then Rizeth’s lips pressed lightly to his shoulder, a touch so tentative it made his heart ache, and he rolled over.

“Hello,” he whispered, which conjured a faint smile. Rizeth traced the line of his jaw with his knuckles.

“Good morning.”

Ashenivir started to lean forwards, then paused. “Can…can I kiss you?”

Hardly had he finished asking before Rizeth’s mouth captured his in reply. His arms went around Rizeth’s neck as their legs tangled, the nearness of their bodies sending a shiver through him; desire and relief and a frightened need to cling on tight, lest all that lay beneath his hands go up in smoke. He rolled over, pulling Rizeth atop him, but before he could get further than that, Rizeth drew away.

“We need to talk.”

“Can’t we just pretend it didn’t happen?” Ashenivir tried to pull him back into the kiss, but he resisted. “That I wasn’t stupid and you weren’t upset, and—”

Rizeth put a thumb to his lips. “No, xi’hum. We cannot.”

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On Her Altar

Forgotten Realms | E | Niamh/Invari | Wordcount 1459

Tags: F/F, Oral Sex, Fingerfucking, Light Knifeplay, fucking on the altar

Summary:

In which Niamh worships on Glasya’s altar.

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It’s always easy to slip away from her party in a city. Ameshe loses herself in the largest library, Mordecai in the seediest tavern—or bloodiest fighting pit, if he can sniff one out—and Niamh is left to her own devices until such time as her services are required again. They perhaps aren’t as close as some crews are, but the arrangement works, and more importantly, it allows her to seek out Glasya’s temples without being interrogated about it.

Niamh descends the stairs in silence, accompanied only by the fading thud of the trapdoor and the dancing shadows of flickering torchlight. Of all the temples she’s visited, this one, buried beneath an unassuming alchemist’s shop in the Trades Ward of Waterdeep, holds a special place in her heart. Not because it’s better than any of the others—certainly there are more elaborate enclaves of diabolical devotion out there—but because it’s where she made her pact.

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La morte mi trovera vivo ("Death Will Find Me Alive")

Word Count: ~3,600 CWs: mind control, possession, whump, murder, cannibalism, noncon

Day 3 for @unwholesomeocweek—Necrophilia/Corruption/Power Imbalance Archaeologist Ilienna Vivaldi hasn't been the same since the accident took her memories. Though surrounded by supportive colleagues, she frets over what was lost. Perhaps she should have worried more about the space that was left behind.

Image credit: The Illustrated Scroll of Strange Birds and Beasts (怪奇鳥獣図巻)

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📝 Search for the given words in your story. If your story doesn't have a word, you can use a variation on it or a word with a similar meaning.

These are from Miles From Morning...

HORIZON

I attach the cell while I’m still lying down because a hard hit of HollowGraphic even turns going from horizontal to upright into a spiritual experience.

HOLY

Footsteps from behind me and another chair gets pulled out. It’s Cameron this time. “Holy shit, Turner. What the hell happened in detention?”

HOUR

I’m not sure I’ve had this many compliments in the space of an hour before from people who weren’t about to use me for something I didn’t want to do.

HALLUCINATE (didn't have the word, so I went with vibes)

The frequency kicks in and the blacklights twist and swirl into vines and veins and fingers reaching out to wrap around my heart, my throat, my temples.

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@memento-morri-writes tagged me a while back -- thank you! As per usual with these fellows, below are some mentions of violence...

A line about fear:

Oh no. Not a quick death then. Nikolaos starts struggling, real fear stirring in his stomach. If they torture him, throw his ruined limbs in one direction and his severed head in another, how will he say goodbye to Quintus?

A line about pain:

Thus begins one of the longest evenings of Quintus’s life. He ends up on his knees, digging his hands into his upper legs, trying very hard not to scream so he can give Nikolaos important instruction. Quintus isn’t sure who has the harder job, to be honest. Nikolaos is performing the job of three men with only his two hands, while the patient writhes and yells at him; not an enviable task.

A line where someone receives a gift:

Miriam sits up straight and holds out her hands to each of them. Quintus takes his from her, wondering if he’s about to find himself with a spider crawling up his hand. Instead, it’s a beaten circle of silver, punched in the vague shape of a bird of prey – a raven, perhaps?

A line about laughter:

Startled surprise plays across Nikolaos’s face, and then he throws his head back in laughter, his whole frame shaking from the force. Quintus grins, watching him.

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It's been a rough month for writing, not gonna lie. But I'm pretty sure this is from May, and I'll put it under a cut since it's dirty 😱😱😱

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Day 4: Incest

Pairing: Oc: Arazai Duskryn/Oc: Naadja Duskryn

Warnings: Incest, Sibling Incest, Sibling Rivalry, Implied/Referenced Torture, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Sexual Coercion, Dubious Consent, Shame Jerk, Masturbation, Cannibalism, Biting Kink, Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence, Oral Sex, Penis in Vagina Sex, Scissoring, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Summary: To call Naadja Duskryn the cause of Arazai's misery is already giving her too much credit, but she's well acquainted with taking what isn't hers. Arazai spends his time ruminating on how much he truly detests his sister. Really. He hates her, he swears.

sacrificium

Forgotten Realms | M | Wordcount 1358

Tags: Villain Origin, Drow OC, Backstory, Lolth, Angst, Implied Human Sacrifice, Emotional Neglect

Summary:

A wild magic sorceress born to a house of wizards, unwanted and disdained, until her pain brings her into Lolth’s embrace.

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The magic that blooms with her adolescence is unwelcome in the House of T’sonri. Untrained, unpredictable, unsightly—burnt hands, broken plates, shattered windows. Mother snaps out careless girl! and thoughtless child!; sisters sneer useless and talentless and disgrace behind Arcanum-trained hands.

And Zeerith—magicless, forgotten Zeerith—salves her burns and repairs the plates and sweeps up the glass without a word. He has nothing, what she has isn’t worth having, and so together they are less than any T’sonri should be.

If she’d been the eldest, maybe it wouldn’t have mattered.

She is not the eldest. She could have been, had fate twisted in her favour, but why would it? She’s never had any accommodations. T’sonris don’t need accommodations.

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