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The last surviving fly aboard the flagship of a doomed expedition joins a newborn beast in her deliciously unholy feast.
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(almost) too Delicious to Swallow by Parthenopaon
Fandoms: 无期迷途 | Path to Nowhere (Video Game)
08 Sep 2024
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"Turn around." As if reacting to Kelvin's subtle defiance, Cabernet's usually amicable voice hardened into an explicit demand.
"I---what?" Kelvin blinked, her sudden confusion causing the ambient temperature to drop a degree or two.
Clouds of silvered breath drifted from Cabernet's mouth as her expression turned devious. "You heard me. Tonight, I want you on your belly."
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A glimpse at bewitchement, the prelude to a great betrayal.
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For the first time in half a century, Shadowheart feels as if she truly tastes clean air.
There is pain. There is loss. There is guilt that will gnaw away at her all the rest of her days.
But so too is there hope.
Hope, reconciliation, and a chance at great love if only she has the tender strength to clasp this most fragile of states closer.
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Aylin's groan rumbled up through her chest when Isobel tightened her hold on her firm little prize.
"Isobel. Sweet Isobel. Is this a dream?"
"If it is," she breathed, nipping at the underside of Aylin's jaw, "then I pray to the Moomaiden's mercy we linger here forever more." Soft flesh, hard muscle. A large hand splaying wide across her lower back, urging more exquisite pressure.
It was Isobel's turn to rock Aylin's world from its axis.
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Isobel's heart constricted. Almost painfully so. But it was a good ache. A welcome pain. For she was reminded then that for all her claims to divinity, Aylin possessed a touch of mortality too, and though but a touch it was, it nonetheless instilled in her a sense of awe for the transient, for those fleeting moments and motes that comprised all the building blocks of a life well lived. Like Melodia, her mother cherished, and Ketheric, her father lost, Aylin was the cornerstone upon which the foundation of Isobel's person, her being rested. No matter how long, or short, their days might be, Isobel wrapped herself in the cloak of Aylin's eager intensity, allowing herself, at last, to forgo the grave-bound chill with which the Lord of the Dead had marked her ill.
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Ketheric Thorm mere moments before the fall.
And Dame Aylin, shorn of her wings but stronger than ever at heart.
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"Oh, hello. Sorry, I didn't quite see you there," Roderika said, abashed and embarrassed by her lack of attention. The little jellyfish in her cupped hands bumped its crown gently against her palm. "There something I can help you with?"
"The spirits. I have heard they speak to you."
One evening in the Roundtable Hold, Roderika has a rather interesting visitation from a spirit whose like she has never before encountered.
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To Clasp a Little Light Fire by Parthenopaon
Fandoms: Elden Ring (Video Game), Bloodborne (Video Game)
17 Apr 2022
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In search of an end, Maria stumbles instead upon a new beginning.
"I know. Some of it, at the least. When you dream long enough, I am afforded glimpses of the Nightmare. And sometimes, she sings to me, as she sings to you. There will be an end to this, Maria of Cainhurst, but only when you let go in turn." Melina stands and pulls down her hood. "Destined Death is not meant for you."
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“Torrent?”
A curious snort directly in her ear.
“I think I’m in trouble, and Hoarah Loux help me but I don’t want out.”
If a goat-horse could laugh, Indara was certain Torrent would have snickered up the storm of the century.
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A strangled laugh bubbles from Petra’s mouth, and Mara does not like it one bit. She tugs at the sleeve slipping down her shoulder and tries not to scowl like some put upon adolescent. But it’s working, isn’t it, if Petra is trying her damnedest not to laugh in Mara’s face, then surely her distraction is working. If her face lights up, and her grin matches the amused glow in her eye, if she clamps a hand over her mouth and her shoulders shake, then surely Mara’s urge to crawl into a fountain of mist is worth the joy it brings her Wrath to hear her mothers insulted their queen directly in the face.
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Mara is swift. One moment she stands perfectly still, her eyes averted to offer Petra some measure of privacy to nurse her pain. The next her expression shifts, grows harder. She lunges swifter than thought. She tugs Petra to her feet, heedless of the weight of armor and re-awakened grief, pulling her into an embrace that shatters the plates of her armor like sliver-thin glass. Her fingers are akin to knives of superheated plasma digging into Petra's back, the relief, the little hitch in her breathing like a star shedding the outer layers of gas and dust obscuring its newborn light. "Come back to me, Petra Venj." Her breath scorches the underside of Petra’s jaw.
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Lay the Ghost to Rest by Parthenopaon
Fandoms: World of Warcraft, Warcraft - All Media Types
17 Jul 2021
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Swallowing past the lump obstructing her throat Vereesa said: "Take me to her, Jaina. Take me to her so we can finally set things right."
So Vereesa could decide for herself if, like Alleria, it was time for her to let go, to turn away from the woman her sister had been in life---mischievous, dutiful, clever in her thoughts and generous in her ways---to accept that it was finally time to lay the ghost Sylvanas had become to rest.
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The Seduction of Indulgence by Parthenopaon
Fandoms: Warcraft - All Media Types, World of Warcraft
01 Jul 2021
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Sylvanas isn't going to let anything as trite as vengeance get in the way of having some fun with Elune's blessed Night Warrior.
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You shudder. But you want this too, whatever it is they―no she is offering. You want it because you are tired of being alone, of being used and discarded and forgotten. Lady Dimitrescu will not use you, you are certain. That rock steady attention, the lingering glances, the tantalizing sips that leave her lips a crueler red than they already are, those lips were made to murmur and devour, to drain you of all you are yet leave you unbroken, whole. Remembered, always, even if you were to join the ranks of the lost once more, cast out or torn to shreds.
Or after Lady Dimitrescu loses a daughter, another joins the fray.
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Delaryn had failed, failed her soldiers and conscripted defenders, the friends who had looked to her for guidance, but her home need not fall, not if she could hold the warchief here a little longer, stretching the seconds into minutes, the minutes into hours, just long enough for her to discover, to hope...
Hope that it would be enough, that this creature had yet a heart Elune could touch, no matter how blackened and desiccated, hope that hatred and grief had not rendered her beyond reason. -
By Dark Heart Fallen by Parthenopaon
Fandoms: Warcraft - All Media Types, World of Warcraft
26 Apr 2020
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"You say your aid extends not only to the Forsaken but to me as their queen?"
"Yes," Calia replies, voice thick.
"Then sing me a song, not of woe, but desire welcomed and reveled in." She cups Calia's cheek, and there is a tenderness to her touch belied by the unrelenting chill leeching off of her. "I heard you calling to the specters long before you began to sing, Calia Menethil, and though ghosts draw each other like flesh does the blade, your grief is a bell and I the devoted listener." She smiles, slow and unsettling. "Sing to me and I will sing to you, banshee to priest, Darkness to Light."
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The Storm Before the Calm by Parthenopaon
Fandoms: Book of the Ancestor Series - Mark Lawrence
08 Sep 2019
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"You're my friend," Nona whispered.
"And you're mine," Ara affirmed.
"So you understand."
Her fingers trembled. "I do."
"Then why?"
"Because I'm tired of running. And I hope that maybe someday, you'll slow down enough for me to catch up with you."Nona and Ara have a conversation almost ten years overdue. Clera, Ruli, and Jula are there to add an encouraging word and a kick or two. As always, friendship is the bond that holds them all together.
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Just another day in the life of a novice run afoul of the Poisoner. Contains cuddling, obliviousness and the kind of friendship always accompanied by copious amounts of teasing.
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Ara placed a courteous kiss between Nona’s knuckles before tossing an arm about her waist. “It’s something to consider. Neither of us is going to walk the Path to the Ancestor wearing the Red. I plan to grow old and cranky, and I’d love to have you here, scowling and muttering about young novices getting in the way.”
“Is that a promise?”
“It better be. I’m not going anywhere without you, Cage.”Nona and Ara spend time cuddling in the winegrove and make a promise to grow old and cranky together.