The Mask & The Mirror [Chapter 9]

Explicit | Enemies to Lovers | Multi-Chapter | Contains BG3 Spoilers

Pairing: Ascended!Astarion x Original Female Character

Chapter Warning(s): Violence, violence against a child, mind manipulation, demeaning language, foul language, Astarion being fucking despicable.

Please let me know if there is anything that I missed!

Word Count: 3.2K

Astarion's dark silhouette cut through the fading light of twilight as he strode towards his looming palace, a foreboding structure against the deepening purple sky. With each step, a storm raged inside him, threatening to break free from its restraints. As he approached the stony facade of his sanctuary, the carefully crafted mask of calmness shattered, revealing the seething anger that had been building within him.

"Pathetic," he scoffed, his voice dripping with scorn as he thought of Gale. The wizard's audaciousness still burned in his mind like a festering wound. His crimson eyes blazed with fury, reflecting back the faint light from the torches that lined the palace corridor.

Mystra's Chosen? What a farce.

The Mask & The Mirror [Chapter 8]

Explicit | Enemies to Lovers | Multi-Chapter | Contains BG3 Spoilers

Pairing: Ascended!Astarion x Original Female Character

Chapter Warning(s): Sexual innuendos, slight angst, foul language, Astarion being a bit of a bitch again 🤷🏻‍♀️

Please let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 2K

With a gentle touch, Yuri’s fingertips traced the circular scars on her neck, a souvenir from her contemptible keeper. The room was drenched in darkness, the only light being that of the flickering flame atop the bedside table from the singular oil lamp left intact. She sat still as stone on the edge of her bed, her fingers stained with ink, and her mind racing with thoughts she couldn't allow to escape.

"Seven days," she murmured, the words hanging in the cold air like a verdict. "Seven fucking days."

The silence felt oppressive, broken only by the soft scratch of quill against paper as she resumed her scribbling. Her code—a web of intricate symbols and shorthand known only to those who thrived in the underbelly of society—spilled onto the parchment, mapping the palace's labyrinthine corridors.

The Mask & The Mirror [Chapter 6]

Explicit | Enemies to Lovers | Multi-Chapter | Contains Spoilers for BG3

Pairing: Ascended!Astarion x OFC

Chapter Warning(s): Smut, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Implied future breeding/forced breeding if you squint, Internal conflict

Let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 3.6K

Shrouded in a dim, muted light, the chamber stood perfectly silent save for the rhythmic rise and fall of Yuri's gentle breaths as she reclined on the bed. Her eyes were fixed on the intricate patterns etched into the ceiling above her, lost in thought. It had been nearly a week since she last saw or heard from Astarion, or anyone else for that matter. Food and drink were brought to her regularly, and there was always a guard stationed just outside of her door, but beyond that she had been essentially left completely and utterly alone.

The air in the room grew thick with a sense of anticipation as the door slowly creaked open, at last revealing Astarion's disheveled figure. He entered with a weary gait, his usually sharp and confident demeanor now softened by the wear and tear of the difficult days gone by. His eyes, normally vibrant with a dangerous allure, now held a hint of exhaustion. As he made his way towards her, she couldn't help but notice the shadows under his eyes and the subtle lines etched across his face.

The Mask & The Mirror [Chapter 5]

Explicit | Enemies to Lovers | Multi-Chapter | Contains Spoilers for BG3

Pairing: Ascended!Astarion x OFC

Chapter Warning(s): Mentions of Past Abuse/Sexual Abuse, Mentions of Past Prostitution/Forced Prostitution, Manipulative and Degrading language, Light Violence

Word Count: 2.1K

The sound of the city below was a frenzied symphony that spilled into Yuri's room, breaking the silence and reaching through the stone walls of her gilded prison. Huddled onto the bed, she appeared small and fragile, her body coiled and tense. The plush pillow that she held against her front was soft and comforting, providing a small sense of security in the midst of her turmoil. Her fingers danced over her skin in a desperate attempt to distract herself from the memory of her most recent encounter with the pale elf, but being so fresh in her mind, this was proving to be a near impossible feat. In that moment, it was difficult for her not to feel utterly defeated, a small sob fighting to slip past her lips as the bitter taste of him lingered on her tongue. In the midst of her torment and shame, an intense anger burned within her, filling her chest with a searing fury she hadn’t felt in years. 

The Mask & The Mirror [Chapter 4]

Explicit | Enemies to Lovers | Multi-Chapter | Contains BG3 Spoilers

Pairing: Ascended!Astarion x Original Female Character

Chapter Warning(s): SMUT, References to and vague descriptions of enslavement, references to forced prostitution, Violence, NonCon/DubCon Sexual Content, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Some degrading language, Forced Voyuerism.

If there is anything at all that I missed, please let me know!

Word Count: 2.8K

The Calim Desert was a harsh and unforgiving abyss - scorching during the day, bone-chilling at night, and so incredibly devoid of water that it was near impossible for any living creature to endure it. As the sun set, darkness descended quickly, seeming to stretch on forever in all directions. The only sources of light were the numerous flickering torches and large bonfires scattered throughout the sprawling camp. Shifting shadows played against the dunes like wraiths, their shapes distorted by the dancing flames.

Amidst the sea of tents and makeshift structures, the symphony of screams - both of pleasure and agony - and idle chatter reverberated throughout the area. Shouts echoed, carried away by the biting wind, creating a haunting melody that seemed to blend seamlessly with the desert's eerie silence.

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Jeremiah & Jerome’s Birthday

I wonder where was Jeremiah when Jerome was crying outside the trailer after getting beaten by their mother and her lover on their 9th birthday. We know for sure Jeremiah hasn’t left the circus yet because he told Jim and Harvey how Jerome put a knife to his neck on his 10th birthday. Notice how Jeremiah said “my” instead of “our” birthday. 

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