GORTCAS MASTERLIST
Masterlists
Key:
𑣲 - NSFW
☘︎ - SFW
Series/Multi-Chapter
if i could forget you, baby, if i did not need your kind
save yourself the heartache (ao3) ☘︎
He looks so… peaceful. It makes him want to claw at his own skin, tear himself open and bleed out. Gortash deserves that, the calm, and he won't get that with Casim. It eats him up inside, the admission that maybe Gortash is simply better off without him.
i wish you'd come back to me (ao3) ☘︎
He hopes Casim is gazing at it, too, wherever he may be. He'd much rather have Casim looking at it with him, but he finds a sliver of comfort in knowing that they're gazing at the same sky.
love you at the start, love you at the end (ao3) ☘︎
He hopes Casim is gazing at it, too, wherever he may be. He'd much rather have Casim looking at it with him, but he finds a sliver of comfort in knowing that they're gazing at the same sky.
don't leave, i feel like i'm waiting for you
fight or flight (ao3) ☘︎
How can you miss somebody that isn't even gone?
you could do anything to me (ao3) ☘︎
No matter what Gortash could say to break the illusion Casim has painted, Gortash in pain will always hurt him worse.
let yourself go (ao3) 𑣲
Something inside Casim creaks, ready to snap under the weight of the state that Gortash is in, but he aims to go against it. He aims to get Gortash to beg for him.
i think i found a place for us
reminiscent in what was (ao3) ☘︎
That care for him hasn't changed, and another pang of guilt hits him just as hard as the first. He leans into Casim's palm, a wet sigh passing his lips as he gently shakes his head.
what it's like to be us (ao3) 𑣲
He's happy to admit that he loves Gortash. Without a doubt in his mind, he loves him and always will. It scares him, but it also thrills him, and he'd choose that feeling each time.
One Shots
my favorite season ☘︎
Gortash breathes in the fresh air, watching as leaves begin to litter the ground as they fall off their branches, and a soft smile graces his features that makes Casim's heart race. Gortash glances up at Casim, catching his stare, his smiling only widening as he speaks.
tonight and forever, you're mine 𑣲
He only sees it as another mark made by him, on Gortash's body—a reminder of who the man truly belongs to. Not those nobles at the party, not to the people of Baldur's Gate; Enver Gortash belongs to Casim Carnarvon, wholly and forever.
you were made for me ☘︎
He wants to drink Casim in, as though he were the finest of wines, to feel his body be submerged in nothing but Casim's essence until that's all he's full of.
no one loves me like you do (ao3) ☘︎
Gortash runs the backs of his fingers over Casim's cheekbone, taking in all of the devil's features and gazing at him as though he holds his entire world in his hands. To Gortash, he does.
please don't make me hate you (ao3) 𑣲
Casim carved himself a place in Gortash's heart, and even when he devolves back into the selfish man he still is, it could never be used against Casim, and he'd never want to use it against him.
there's no place like home (ao3) ☘︎
He supposes mortal traditions can't be so bad, as long as it's spent with Gortash.
it's halloween somewhere (ao3) ☘︎
Casim watches as Gortash's sweat mixes in with the greasy paint on his face, causing the substance to drip down Gortash's chin and leave streaks in their wake. Casim speaks under his breath, though loud enough for Gortash to hear it. "At least you're embodying the true spirit of Halloween, you're horrifying to look at."
your effect is fatal (ao3) 𑣲
He presses a soft kiss to Gortash's cheek, not bothering to stop the single tear that spills from his eye. His heart thumps against his ribs, his stomach twisting pleasantly, and tends to Gortash as he normally would.
you are not irreparable (ao3) ☘︎
His throat is dry, and every breath is painful as blood drips from his mouth, pooling underneath his tongue. He's not sure where he is, or who's talking to him, but then he recognizes the weight on his back.
always you (ao3) ☘︎
"The tape is going to be for you if you don't be quiet." "You don't mean that," Casim leans into Gortash's space further, pressing the tip of his nose into Gortash's cheek. "Such a tyrant."
lost in you (ao3) 𑣲
"Cas," Gortash's tone is smooth, pouring down Casim's throat like nectar. "Behave like a good boy for me for once, won't you?"
my angel (ao3) ☘︎
Quietly, where no one can hear him except for the one he wants the most, the only one, Enver Gortash says his final words to Casim Carnarvon. "I love you, my angel."
sunsets with you (ao3) ☘︎
Casim twirls, falling backwards and into the flowers beneath him. Gortash watches, borderline exasperated, as the devil rolls around like a cat in catnip. He won't admit out loud that it's kind of… cute, to see Casim let loose a little.
i can't get my head around you (ao3) ☘︎
Gortash presses one last kiss to Casim's lips, a lingering one that has the devil testing his own patience. Gortash pulls back, though, and shifts to his side of the bed. In this instance, Casim would tease him for his struggling, make a snide remark about his weight, something. Instead, Casim stays quiet, even going so far as to throw the blanket over him once he's settled.