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Knowing what his reaction would be before she spoke, all Alaw’Ryfel could bring herself to spit was, “Fuck Mystra.”
He gave an expected long-suffering sigh and carefully closed his book, “Please refrain from hurling obscenities at deities, it generally doesn’t end well for us mortals.”
She squeezed the edges of the tome against her chest tighter and felt her temper flare, “If all the gods are good for is smiting us when we do something they don’t approve of and giving us impossible tasks they could easily solve themselves they’re no better than tyrants.”
A small smile graced the corner of his mouth, and she felt him trying to lighten her mood, “A confusing view on the gods for someone with a cleric for a sister.”
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Mr. Solo leaned forward slightly and entwined his fingers together to fold on his stack of papers where the wood of his desk would have been otherwise, and a somewhat wicked gleam took his eyes, and he had the nerve to smirk at her, “And what do you, personally, think of me exactly?”
Rey frowned, not sure what the tone in his voice was indicative of—teasing? Negging? Infuriating cockiness? It was all unclear—and her hands balled into fists on her hips, “Truthfully? I don’t if I can help it. Regardless, you’re not really the topic of conversation here.”
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chicken noodle soup, wine, and other shenanigans by fiddlersvoid
Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
04 May 2020
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The Organa apartment in uptown New York City was the kind of apartment that had passed down through Leia’s family for ages. It was stupidly big with a dash of historical and extravagant—kind of like if the Biltmore Estate was condensed into one not-so-tiny apartment. Leia herself had left it to work on Capitol Hill but never had the heart to sell it which made it the one place in the world where a friend of Leia’s could go when they had nowhere else to. Rey was one such unlucky soul.
Or: "And they were in quarantine" "oh my God they were in quarantine"
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“He’s perfect, Jude,” the Roach spoke in a hushed tone against her ear, and her eyes widened. Oh.
The boy had the lost prince’s raven hair, curled lightly in locks across his forehead and at the tops of his ears. His facial features had the pointed distinctiveness of the Greenbriars, and his eyes were nearly black like the late tsarina’s were. As a whole, he bore a striking resemblance to the only living tsarevich, Balekin. He was perfect, and he was drunk.
“I’d like to make you a business proposition,” Jude said at last.
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i could have been wild and i could have been free (but nature played this trick on me) by fiddlersvoid
Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types
19 Feb 2020
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“Did you know that I did not even learn your name until yesterday, when I married you?”
His face flushed a darker red than it had at breakfast, and he attempted to defend himself with incompetent stammering, “I—I regret that. The situation, of course, would have been,” he wrung his hands together and stared at her feet, “It would have been preferable if we had known one another more. On several occasions, I did attempt to make myself known to you, but you seemed to have other preoccupations.”
Rey could feel her face contorting into a sneer to spit out her barbed words, “Perhaps that was your cue not to marry me!”
Or: Ben falls in love at first insult.
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“I prayed to every god, goddess, devil, and demon I could think of. But no god ever answered my prayers.” Astarion sucked in a breath as he averted his gaze from the silver-flamed stare Syl’Rith was watching him with. “What makes your goddess so good?”
For once, Syl'Rith didn't have a good answer. It wasn't fair of her to praise her goddess to the ends of Faerûn while her... she could call him her lover by now, right? When her not-quite-companion-but-not-quite-lover lifted a matching white brow, lips drawn tight as he waited for a response, all Syl'Rith could do was shake her head.
"Eilistraee is different compared to most gods. She's walked among mortals; she knows what it's like to suffer." That may have been a poor choice of words, given Astarion's backstory. "I can't speak for her. But I know Eilistraee has guided my feet to the light each time I've asked for her aid. If she'd heard your pleas and prayers at the time, I know she would have intervened."
Astarion was quiet for a moment, teeth chewing the inside of his cheek. His ruby-red gaze bore into Syl'Rith's steely blue one, his tone shaking with a slight sigh as he posed the question, "Like she had on the beach?"
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22 Jul 2025
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Ssinssrigg: a drow word meaning “passion”, “lust”, “greed (selfish)”, “longing”, “love”.
As the threat of annihilation at Moonrise Towers looms heavy, Gale realises that his sexual exploits may have been more sheltered than he realised. Minthara offers a hand.
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06 Oct 2024
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Jamie isn’t sure yet what being a teammate actually means, but when it’s clear Colin is upset, Jamie does his best.
Or, in other words: Jamie unlocks a new emotion and Colin is subjected to Jamie’s version of comfort.
Started as a one shot and is now dedicated to Colin and Jamie just gradually working through the fact that they have horrible dads and the ups and downs of that process.
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