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Orcs! by SabNoirSpice
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games), Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game)
26 Sep 2025
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The worst thing wasn’t the rough ropes tied around Marco’s wrists and ankles (with some downright pitiful knots, but they held out of shear terror of failing), or the spit slowly turning over a fire with his name on it, or even the orcs standing over a pile of his weapons and laughing at how small his sword was — you couldn’t tell once it was inside of you, but people never cared about that. No, the worst part about this whole night was the way his crew was bitterly complaining.
The crew of The Weeping Matron is surely about to become dinner for a clan of island orcs, unless their captain can think of a way out of their binds (and possibly their clothes).
- Language:
- English
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- 6,940
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 3
- Hits:
- 151
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“If my idea of a good time was sitting in a bog, I would have gone on vacation with Vespa Ilkay. There’s nothing good about sitting in a steaming closet with sweat dripping out of your ears, but that’s exactly where I was after Jet got the bright idea to flood a storage closet and call it a spa.”
Nureyev helps Juno relax in the Carte Blanche’s new steam room.
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Juno Steel hasn’t seen the thief who took his breath away in months, but one night he gets a surprise visit when that thief brings back a stolen item.
Mini fic with an illustration.
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“My name’s Juno Steel. I’m a private eye.
That means I put my neck on the line every goddamn day. Once in a twin moon, if I’m lucky, my neck catches a break. If I’m really lucky Peter Nureyev wraps his legs around it.
Well, tonight I got really lucky.”An illustrated noir scene: Nureyev makes use of Juno’s privates investigation services when he needs to clear his mind before a job.
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“I’ve been punished in just about every way imaginable. Something about my face makes people want to teach me a lesson. But these little lessons stuck to me like water on a geodome (that is, to say, not at all).
Until I met Peter Nureyev. I don’t know whether I’m the luckiest dame alive or a poor son of a bitch, but the universe made the perfect man to torture me.
Cruel is what it was. Cruel were the handcuffs keeping my hands from myself and cruel were the dark, lidded eyes of the man watching me squirm. He had a power complex, a remote control, and endless patience. It was a deadly combination and I was getting schooled.”
Juno Steel has known Nureyev by many names, but living aboard the Carte Blanche is the first time he’s had to believe any of them.