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Tim jumped the short, gothic fence, landing as gracefully as he could with his still healing ribs. The journey here had been harder than he had thought, his body still so weak. He had had to be careful, though. He was avoiding two vigilantes and a crime lord. Not an easy group to stay away from.
Prior experience led him through the graves and grass, his path the same he had taken once before. His hands in his hoodie, he worried his thumb over the divots of the small object hidden there.
Finally, the stately, yet reserved, headstone appeared. He didn’t sit, this time, simply staring at words etched into marble.
HERE LIES JASON PETER TODD
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- Part 1 of Grave Diggers
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A small moment between Durge and Orin, set before the events of the game and before the forming of the Cult of the Absolute. In the Temple of Bhaal, two sisters have a conversation.
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"There is something here. In this room. It's watching us, I don't…" Merlin trailed off, his eyes going wide. There was a breeze on his neck. He looked upwards.
It was darkness, but it had form. Vaguely, the outline of a woman appeared in the writhing shadow. She crouched on the ceiling, eyes of pure void staring back at them. A twisted smile stretched across the face. She began reaching out a hand, dark magic building up in her grasp, pointing straight towards the group of huddled individuals.
There was no time. Merlin reacted instinctively. Arthur and the knights had looked to what had caught Merlin's attention and were shouting out battle formations. None of them were looking when Merlin released a spherical force of magic around him, pushing all of them away from where they had encircled him. They flew back, hitting the outer walls of the tunnel, as the dark energy blasted into Merlin. The stone floor was fracturing beneath the weight. Merlin had just a moment to look towards his friends, most struggling to orient themselves after the burst of magic that had spared them, before the earth caved, swallowing him whole.
[Abandoned Work! There will be no updates.]
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"I don't need a portrait, Astarian. I can see my reflection. Besides, it will be nice to have a portrait of someone I actually like in our lodgings. Those old human men don't brighten the room up like you would."
"Hold on, you want to get a portrait done of me? I didn't even want to help the man!"
"You don't want to help anyone Astarion."
"Well. Not everyone. I don't mind helping you. If I didn't you be dead in a ditch somewhere."
"Yes," she agreed, "You help me. And now I want to help you. You haven't seen your reflection in 200 years. I know you want to see what you look like again. So. I am going to wipe the bloodstains that you can't see off your face, you're going to grab your favorite outfit from camp, and we are going to get your portrait done."
Astarion was a bit stunned.
She smiled up at him, just a small thing that barely pulled up the sides of her lips. She often smiled at him like that. Like she was afraid of giving him more than he could handle. Or perhaps more than she could.
"Lean down. You're too tall."
"Yes, my tyrant of a lover," he said, a purr in his voice and a wetness to his eye that he wouldn't admit to under torture.
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i'll stop (when the wolves stop running) by andalucite
Fandoms: Mage in a Wolf Pack, Original Work
23 Oct 2025
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Jaime loses everything in a single refusal.
The hunters lose more.
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Jaime can keep her alive without touching her, muting her pain as much as his magic will allow him to, and pray to the gods that have forsaken him that she gets a chance.Any chance at all.
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26 Dec 2025
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He knew better than to break so quickly. They'd only redouble the cruelty to eke a reaction from him. But the thought of being given to an Ittir made him feel like a little child again: taken captive, torn away sobbing from the remnants of his pack. It was not only the shock and fear and vulnerability that he remembered, but his captors' hatred for him, too, for all his people, the accusations they had made against them. Bandits, oathbreakers, murderers.
Maybe they had been bandits, murderers. He had been too young then to know. The world had certainly punished him well for it, if they were.
He was not sweet and virginal and perfect, like a gift should be. He was to be given to this alpha already ruined, everything a desirable omega was not, and an enemy of his tribe. The man would know the insult that Mihal represented. He wouldn't stand for it: no alpha would.
Mihal would be dead by sunrise.
Mihal, an enslaved omega captive, knows he won't survive the night. But this alpha is strange, his behaviour far from the cruelty that Mihal expects.
Mihal's perspective on Conquest .
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- Part 2 of Conquest
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22 Oct 2025
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Also In Which Dimitri Realises He Fucked Up Big Time
Jaime gets sick, Ash rips Dimitri and Lada a new one.
Then Jaime gets re-traumatised near the end.
Set after the pack kills all the hunters ‘cause I wanted to focus on Jaime healing and such. Though I guess I didn’t really write that.
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13 Sep 2025
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The prisoner was shorn nearly bald but for the faintest silver fuzz of hair left to him, barefoot yet a head taller than the rest, clad in shackles wrist and ankle yet hissing and fighting every step of the way, as though being led to his execution.
Then he caught sight of Percy—Percy's mech—and stopped short. From madly writhing to sudden uncanny stillness, he took it in, horrified, fascinated, with wide eyes that shone the lambent Lunar silver of a native.
A moon dweller. An enemy combatant. A prisoner of war.
When Percy's mech takes catastrophic damage in battle, he urgently needs a technician who can untangle him from the machine. But resources are limited on the front lines.
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dream of the place where nothing is red by hollymead
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
03 Jan 2024
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There was a piece of you that fully expected Shadowheart to plunge the spear into the aasimar’s heart, fulfill her oaths to her goddess and her wildest dreams, all in one swoop. But she hadn’t. She’d thrown that spear over a cliff’s edge - rejected everything she had ever wanted, everything she had ever known, everything she could remember - and then stared at her hands in shock. And then Dame Aylin had flown off, glowing with righteous fury, and there was something a little like awe and a little like hope that burned in your chest. If Shadowheart is capable of resisting the call of her goddess - if she is capable of something good and glorious - maybe you can be capable of good, too. Maybe you can also resist the call of the darkness that echoes in your soul.
And then that godsdamned little butler shows up.
Spoilers for the Dark Urge questline and the Act 2 romance scene.
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28 Aug 2025