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Hello Everyone!
My name is Icarus and I am a writer! If you have any questions don't hesitate to ask.
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Nuada: Librarian!Reader
*points* I made that. Look, I love the angry elf man. I just enjoy his face and have ever since the movie came back out in 2009? Well. I wanted to write this after watching The Golden Army again so I did! I hope you enjoy it. Warnings: Nuada's obvious distaste for humans, no descriptions or pronouns used for you/reader other than you/reader are shorter than Nuada and you work as the librarian basically for the B.P.R.D
It had been simple. Nuada hated humans. He hated them with his own being. He hated the destruction, the bloodshed, everything they stood for. They were simple. Fleeting. They are like dandelions in the wind.
Had been simple.
But now he was forced to work along side them as part of the B.P.R.D. He had not chosen this. But after his failure at restoring the Golden Army, he had not had many choices. It had been Nuala that spoke on his behalf. Spoke of redemption and second chances. He wanted to scoff at such things. But his death would mean hers and that — that idea brought him great pain to a heart he long thought cold.
So he worked all side these humans, most of which be did not bother to learn the names of. And then… there was you. Annoying, frustrating, you. You who looked at him with a kind look he was unaccustomed to. It made him uneasy. So uneasy that he avoided the library where you did your work of tending to the tomes and books. You were just… gentle. Gentle in a way he had not experienced in a time frame measured in centuries.
He was used to the fear, the whispers, the large berth that people gave him as he walked through the cold halls of the B.P.R.D. But not you. When he could not avoid the library — often because Nuala would drag him there — you would smile at him. Smile with bright eyes focused on him of all people. It made his heart — his heart with walls high and thick — beat in a way that threw him off-kilter.
And today was such one of those days. A day where Nuala was beside him, pushing the heavy doors open to the walls of books within. And there you were. A book open in your arms and your head bowed as you read. And there went his heart again, beating against his ribs, and finding himself frozen to the floor as he watched you.
Nuala, either unaware or more likely amused by his suffering, approached you with her unnatural grace. She placed her hand upon your shoulder, making you look up in surprise and offering her a bright smile.
"Nuala! Good afternoon!" Your eyes glanced from her to him, your eyes not losing that sparkle as you gave him a smile of his own. "Good afternoon to you as well, Nuada."
Just Nuada.
You never addressed him by his title of Prince. Most humans didn't. And while with others it enraged him to be reminded of the station he had lost, with you it felt… different. As if you were seeing him as a man and not him as this untouchable figure. He didn't— couldn't — understand why he felt this way. About you of all people.
Nuada offered nothing more than a soft huff, choosing to take a spot near the door and lean against the wall as he watched you and his sister. His golden eyes were piercing, like a hawk's gaze that was hunting you where you stood.
A weaker man would cower.
But you just… didn't. You were good friends with Nuala. And despite knowing the crimes for which her brother had done, you had taken her pleas to heart. Her words of forgiveness. She had asked that humanity giver her brother the chance to right the wrongs for which he had done. And you would not turn against her. Not when she had been so kind to you.
So you were in turn, kind to him. You offered him gentle words and kind smiles. Treated him as you would anyone. But there was something else. There was a deep sadness that lingered in his eyes that you could see hiding under his coldness, the anger he put forth. It only made you wish to give him a safe place. A place where he did not need to be as guarded. You hoped one day he would realize that your kindness did not come with strings attached.
You turned your attention back to Nuala, still smiling.
"How can I help you, my friend?"
Friend. You called her friend.
It made Nuada frown slightly but he stayed quiet as his sister quietly asked you where to find a book, the subject lost on him. While he had been well schooled in elven topics and in warfare but he lacked his sister's thirst for topics that veered into a more human subjects. But he saw how your face lit up, leading his sister to the book of her choice and happily chatting about its contents.
But the way you shined through your work… it made him want to bask in that light. If only at the edges of it.
He was brought out of his thoughts as Nuala thanked you for your help, gliding past him and out the doors thus leaving the two of you alone within the library. The silence stretched between you two as you looked up at him, eyes shimmering and kind. His breath caught for a moment in his throat before he pushed off the wall, hesitating for a moment. He was torn. Torn between following his sister or approaching you. His brow furrowed at the internal struggle before he took a decisive step forward, stalking towards you.
The surprise on your face was not lost on him — if he was honest, he was surprised too. His eyes bore into yours as he looked down at you, his silver hair framing his face and his golden eyes meeting yours. You didn't know what to say — or even if you should say anything — instead just holding his steady gaze. Then you saw it, the intense look in his eyes softened for just a brief moment into something you wouldn't dare call affection. His hand slowly reached for your cheek, his thumb ghosting over your cheek bone and feeling his cool skin against the warmth of yours.
And then he suddenly pulled back. His hand dropped to his side, taking a step back but eyes remaining locked with yours. He said not a word, turning on his heels before walking out of the library. The only thing filling the silence was the heavy thump of the door as it closed and the racing of your heart in your ears. You didn't know what just happened. But, you knew something fundamental had had changed between you two.
Something new from what had been something simple.
🕯️Alright everyone~! Kinktober is right around the corner! Here is the list of possible prompts for casual kinktober in no particular order.🕯️
🎃The List!🎃
Pregnancy Sex
Jealousy sex
Marking/Biting
Worship
Breeding
Sex pollen
Degradation
Shower sex
Teasing
Clothed Sex
Virginity loss
Size Difference
Praise
Worship
Blood
Sex while high
Eye contact
Rough Sex
Squirting
Bondage
On a non bed surface
Injury Sex
Morning Sex
Sharing is Caring
Spit
Hunter/Prey
Mutual Masturbation
Knotting
Edging
Sex in public
Period Sex
Cockwarming
Thigh Riding
Face Fucking
Hate Sex
Blindfold
Stockings
Overstimulation
Oral
🦇The Rules!🦇
⤿Please feel free to send in any requests you have for kinktober including kink+character you would like.
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⤿Please limit to 1 request per ask. I want to give everyone a chance.
⤿I will be posting the current fandoms I will be writing for BUT feel free to ask for fandoms not listed. I am willing to try!
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🐈⬛The Fandoms!🐈⬛
Baldur's Gate 3
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I'm watching Hellboy II - The Golden Army and I am remembering how much I have always loved Nuada.
I don't need to write about him falling in love with a human and Nuala being so smug.
Sigh. At least I have this.
Y'all ever WANT to push your boundaries with your writing and then you do and then you panic because you pushed your boundaries and now you're outside of your comfort zone?
Me trying to write: A word becomes underlined
*Googles word*
The dictionary: This word in this form is archaic and hasn’t been used in this way since the 16th century
Me: Well damn
Well. I'm going to use it anyway.
Hello!!
(yeah it's the annoying anon again😩) so happy for you that you answered me again!!(May God shower you in happiness!!✨💫).
Well I'm excited to see what my imagination can turn out like!!
In my opinion, those who are going to take advantage of that are the kind of people who take advantage of literally everything.
For example:
(MK11, MK1) Shang Tsung. pretty obvious. Cause he is a genius, master of stealing Souls and sorcerer. Also we can say wherever power is he'll be there. Like a hungry predator which smells it's meal (probably a poor prey).
(MK11) Shao Khan. Dude. Don't even think about it. He is always powerful but always wants to be more powerful than he already is.
(MK11) Kano. The Aussie knows what he is doing. He is after money. But money needs power to get. (I think that will make sense).
For number four I can't choose between these two:
(MK1) Bi-han or (MK11) Dark Raiden. (So be free to choose which one to write about 💕) Bi-han want to get powerful and have power over the entire of the planet his brother and their clan. While DRaiden want power to scare earthrealm's enemies and this one is is true. Also "to protect earthrealm". I don't think so.
This was so much fun~! I really hope I got each of them well enough! I cannot lie that I liked writing about these toxic boys. Your feelings? Irrelevant. Warnings: Men being toxic, manipulation, kidnapping, no pronouns or descriptions used for you/reader Masterlist
This man. He does not care about how you feel about it. Doesn't care your options. Once he hears about you? You're kind of fucked. He's going to use all his resources to try and bring you to Outworld.
You don't like it? You don't want to fight? Don't worry. He will convince you. :) The easy way or the hard way is up to you.
Once you're in his clutches? Good luck. You've lost. You no longer are allowed to have your own opinions, thoughts, feelings. You are going to be his weapon,
You should feel honored to be by his side. To help him in his conquests. Why wouldn't you? It is of the highest honor to serve under him.
What a perfect little pet.
Shang Tsung is charming. Pretty words and praise. Worming his way into your existence while manufacturing situations where he can 'protect' you. Pretend to be the hero. Make you believe he is the only one you can trust.
You don't even realize that you're dancing right into the palm of his hand.
He'll promise you anything you want. Anything you need. Just join him. Follow him. Let him train you, show you what your powers can really do.
He will sow seeds of doubt, distrust of anyone but him. You can't trust them. They want to use you. They don't care about you, only your power.
You don't realize just how dependent you've become on him till its too late. Till he's woven himself so thoroughly into your world that you have no way out.
You're trapped in his web now.
You're a means to an end for him. Nothing personal, lovely.
You're living your perfectly normal life and then suddenly you're in the black dragon's claws. Don't bother struggling. He has too many people, too many eyes on you for it to be a real fight.
He will give you backhanded praise. Tell you exactly how much people are going to be willing to pay for you. It's all about money to him. And that sick look on your face is just a bonus.
Let's say he does get attached. Not to you>/i> but your power. To the idea that your power could bring him more than a pretty penny. It could give him more money and power than he could ever imagine.
It's all business after all. And Kano is nothing if not a shewed business man.
He claims he is doing it for your protection.
Raiden just doesn't understand why you wouldn't want to stay where he can protect you. Don't you understand how dangerous it is? How you can protect earthrealm?
Of course, he cares about you. But that has to come second. You have to understand. Why can't you just understand?
Please don't try to run away. Not that you would get far from a god. He would look so disappointed in you. So disappointed when he has to add a chain to your ankle to keep you close.
For your protection, he keeps repeating.
Don't worry, he will help you learn to control your powers. He will help you learn and soon you will understand. Soon you will want to help him.
He knows it.
So.... Here is part 1 of the Astarion Hurt/Comfort!AU I was talking about! Half elves cook for about 18 months so Kyrevae would be about 6 months in this. And he is such a cutie! I'm going to make a part 2 but I wanted this part out first! Enjoy!
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He had been cruel. He knew he had been. Said words he didn't mean, vitriol and rage wrapped in words he could never take back.
He didn't mean it…
But did that really matter? Did it matter that he regretted it almost immediately after leaving them? They we're alone he told himself. They would be fine. They were smart, strong, and resourceful.
They didn't need him.
But that didn't stop the guilt that gnawed at him within his chest in the dead of night as he walked the cold streets of Baldur's Gate. Didn't stop the urge to go find you. To kneel at your feet and beg for your forgiveness. Say he didn't mean it. That he was a fool. That he would do anything to take it back.
But he didn't.
It was almost two years that he lived as ghost. A whisper of the elf he used to be. And he couldn't help but think about how you were right. How if he had ascended he would have become a monster… the monster he had always told you he never wanted to be. And once again, his wounded pride whimpered in his mind as it battled with the guilt he bore like a stone on his shoulders.
Two years, two years of not even a rumor of you within the walls of Baldur's Gate reached his years. He couldn't blame you. You were the hero of the city but he had poisoned the well. Poisoned the streets and the walls, the smiling faces must be bittersweet to your kind heart. To look at a city who sang your praises but think he must have hated you.
It wasn't true.
But, he finally heard it. The rumor of the hero within the city walls once again. It made his undead heart race. Race with the idea that maybe, just maybe, he could talk to you. He would have the chance to fix this.
But would you forgive him?
He rushed through the streets, the accursed busy streets bustling with people unaware of his quest to find you. He had to find you. He had to. He would settle for nothing else, even if he had to overturn every single stone in this city. And that is when he caught it, your scent on the wind — a scent of honeysuckle and sweetness that was completely and uniquely you. There was no mistaking it. His head swiveled, looking left and right, for you. And there you were. Standing, smiling, and laughing with a merchant. As beautiful as the day he left you. But then he saw something that made his chest seize. Tied to your chest with a brightly colored piece of cloth wrapped securely around you… was a child. A little child fast asleep with silver hair.
Hands and legs shaking, taking a step forward with his words dying in his throat, he moved like a ghost through the crowd towards you. You were within arm's reach. He had to say something. Tell you he was there. Something.
"Darling...?"
That voice…
That voice that once made your heart race was making your heart race for a different reason now. Instead of the overwhelming love and affection you had once felt, you now felt a cold dread creep down your spine.
This wasn't how you had wanted him to find out.
Your grip subconsciously tightened around your son as he slept on your chest, slowly turning to face where you heard Astarion's voice. Your eyes meeting those breathtaking red eyes for the first time in two years. Two years of tears, heartache, and wondering if he was, at the very least, safe.
Astarion couldn't help it as he stood in front of you, his eyes darting from yours to the little bundle on your chest. Now that he was closer he could see the child clearly, a round cerub face with their hand curled in a tiny fist resting on your chest and their mouth slightly parted as they slept in the midday sun.
They looked like him…
Curls of silver hair that rested like a crown upon their head, but they had your nose. He could see it, the perfect mix of you and him. How much had he missed? How much had his foolish pride damaged? It took everything in his power not to fall to his knees here on the cobble stones and plead — beg — for your forgiveness. He didn't deserve it. Seeing this little child curled up on your chest, he knew he didn't deserve it.
"You have a child…" He saw it, the slight tense of your muscles as your arms wrapped protectively around the little thing. Saw the way your jaw clenched, the apprehension in your eyes. He deserved it. Deserved your caution.
"Yes." The word hung between the two of you like the sword of damocles, waiting to fall and see what would happen. Astarion opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to find words that failed him. In the end he could only hang his head, unable to meet your eyes.
"I…" The sound of your soft exhale reached his ears, the sound that you always made when you were making a decision. He just hoped he ended on the right side of this one.
"Would… would you like to talk?" Your voice was soft, gentle, kind. Everything he didn't deserve. But the idea that you would give him this chance? It made him hope — hope that he could fix things. His eyes slowly rose from the rocks underneath both of your feet, meeting yours once again.
"Yes… I would."
With you, I forget my goddess. I love you.
We have Rolan with his little baby girl Aaralyn~! Big wizard boy needs his little girl to remind him that everything is okay! Warnings: None Masterlist
Rolan was busy — and when wasn't he busy if he was being honest — there was much to do. Books to organize, things to catalog, his quill scratching across the surface of the paper as he furiously wrote down note after note within the Sorcerous Sundries.
There was just so much to do.
That did not seem to matter much in the eyes of his toddler daughter though. Aaralyn would love nothing more than to spend her days in her father's arms. And when she found her plans for the day for naught, she would be either passed between her aunt and uncle or be perched upon your hip while you went about your own work.
But none of it ever lived up to being with her father. Aaralyn loved to listen to her father talk, smell the wet ink and warm fire. She just could not understand why she would not be allowed with him when he was working. Today the young one had managed to give her uncle Cal the slip — which his ensuing panic was completely lost upon her — and toddled her way up the many stairs to her father's study.
Rolan did not hear as his door was quietly pushed open or the quiet stalking of a five year old towards him with his back facing the door. He was too engrossed in what ever scroll or tome had taken his attention. He nearly found him self jumping away when he felt the tiny hand reaching up and gripping the hem of his tunic in a tight fist. His eyes widened before they grew soft, gazing down upon her head.
He swore she looked like you. Same eyes, same nose, same mouth which seemed to be in a permanent pout. He let out a low and slow sigh before reaching down and gently placing his hand on her head.
"Aaralyn. What are you doing up here?" She seemed to be disinclinded to answer, instead making a soft huff sound and reaching up for him to pick her up. Rolan could have entered a battle of wills but he knew it would be a losing battle. No, when it came to her and to you, he was unable to deny either of you. So he reached down and scooped the child into his arms, instinctively holding her against his chest as she rested her head right under his chin. The tiny horns that poked out from her forehead didn't bother him. Neither did the long tail that was now wrapping itself around his forearm. She was perfect to him.
"I guess a small break is in order then." His voice was low, a rumble in his chest as he closed the tome he had been slaving over before sitting down and rocking her. Rolan would never say he was the warmest or the kindest being. He found people too loud and interacting with most people overwhelming on a good day — irritating and thunderous on a bad one. But he found peace here. With her in his arms and you somewhere below. So, for now, he would hold her and rock her gently as he tried to badly hum the lullabies that you sang to her with ease.
He was a man who despite his bravo and bluster, always found himself lacking in his own eyes. But not in Aaralyn's. No. When she looked up at him, he felt more than enough.
To all my writer friends who are on the struggle bus/suffering from writer's block/just dealing with life stuff right now!
“I want to write a fic about this but I don’t think anybody will be interested in it” ummm hello excuse me ma’am what do you mean you don’t think anybody will be interested in it??? YOU. YOU ARE INTERESTED IN IT???? write it because YOU are interested in it and YOU want to write about it. fanfic writing should always be first and foremost about YOUR enjoyment, not other people’s.
