Andronica's Tantalized Muse - Hunting Again [ F/NB x A ♥︎ ]

[Andronica]

Medium: Threads IC, Discord or PMs OOC | Replies: 1-2x a week to daily posts | Style: Detailed, 3+ paragraphs

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Hello dear writers and welcome to my request thread. I'm currently available for new stories.

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❖ All genders/identities are welcome. Most of my plots can be M/F, F/F or NB regardless of how they're written. ❖
❖ Enthusiastic partners who like OOC chatter are a huge plus because I find getting to know my writing partners leads to successful RPs; though we can keep it strictly business, too. You set the pace. ❖
❖ Actively contribute to plot development both IC and OOC. ❖
❖ Long term stories are usually my cuppa but if you pitch an interesting one-shot I might listen... ❖
❖ Respond at least once a week to keep the story moving. I may be able to post daily but no promises. ❖
❖ My sweet spot is 2-4 descriptive paragraphs but I'll write longer exposition posts as needed and when inspired. ❤ ❖
❖ In your PM, tell me which ideas you're interested in and add some detail of your own. My cold start introductions or characters are also open for brainstorming. ❖
❖ Below is a summary of my O/O's; you can find the juicy details here. ❖

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Sure, anytime!

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Hard pass.

Detail and immersion Drama / conflict Masculine men Feminine-presenting characters Power play Tender lovemaking / intimacy Roughness, love bites, scratching Taboo relationships Light restraints, toys, and sensory play Gentle domination Non D/s pairings Teasing Clothing play Age gaps (1-10 years) Orientation play Dubious consent

Non-consent Slice of life Incest Pet play Age gaps (10-15 years) Gender transformation

Passive writers Smut-focused stories Choking (sexual) Ageplay Sadism / Pain / Degradation Harems Bestiality Filth, Vore, Death etc

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[Andronica]

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Science Fiction Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Byzantium Genetic mods - Taboo relationship - Role reversal In a dystopian future, the genetically modified 1% no longer fear disease or death. They rule over the rest of the population similarly to how Lords of old had vassals, while vying for power among each other to attain prestige. Maybe one of these 'perfect' women falls for a man she shouldn't? A grounder whose been framed for a crime and hauled up to the white tower to be made a spectacle of. Maybe a mysterious affluent stranger appears one day and sweeps her off her feet, but he spent his life under the oppressive heels of her caste until he found a way to erase his previous identity and created a new one for revenge. However, the plan becomes complicated when she turns out to be very different from what he imagined and it's not so easy for him to hate. Taming the Aphrodite Space frontier - Culture clash - Inspired by The Expanse, Passengers, and more In 2500AE (After Expansion), Earth tempered its overpopulation and pollution problems by expanding to nearby planets and moons, but Aphrodite is so far the most ambitious project the UNE has taken on since expansion began. Haven is a massive luxury spacecraft bound for the new colony, Aphrodite, in the outer rim of the 'verse. A lengthy recruitment process was put into place for the project with thorough background checks and psych evals for all participants. Out of several thousand hopeful volunteers under a thousand were selected to embark on this journey estimated to take months, which for some was the perfect opportunity for a fresh start. The catch is that the program involves a match making system for a select few participants. So when our intrepid adventurers are paired up for this experiment, the decision is met with surprise - to put it mildly. Our characters probably wouldn't have met under normal circumstances due to their conflicting lifestyles or status differences. Perhaps a slightly grizzled soldier who's a bit too quick on the trigger and a botanist who prefers studying in the quiet of a biome-sphere, or some other pair that approach this colonization project with different points of view. To spice things up, maybe one of the characters has a dark secret that puts them both in jeopardy, or the ship could be attacked by a rogue vessel on the way to the frontier, among other problems (space pirates? ship damage?). This can be a more slow burn relationship as they get to know each other during travel or a fiery relationship as their physical attraction overrides the clash of their personalities. Neon Dreams - Craving Cyberpunk - Crime drama - Synthetic / Human - Inspiration: Strange Love by Black Math He was never particularly social after the death of his partner. He started to drink, making it easier for his buddies to distance themselves from him both on and off duty. Jaded from years on the force with fewer happy endings than not, the detective finds himself with the urge to simply... vent. One night, as much as he'd rather not admit it to himself, he desires a connection, a distraction. People are too complicated though, so what better place to find company than at a brothel specializing in android lovers? Among the alluring synths he finds one that peaks his interest and takes her to the back. This slowly becomes their routine and he finds himself enjoying her company just as much as her talent in bed. Although one night after divulging a little about his past, the synth reveals a clue to his partner's not-so-accidental death. Soon enough, they're both in way over their heads uncovering an insidious plot connected to one of the city's gangs. Welcome to Necropolis Steamrpunk - Adventure - Magic Metal and magic are harmoniously blended together. Steam power is our lifeblood, pushing us upward into large urban cities that still retain some charm from a time before the war. The aptly named city of Necropolis was built on the bones and ash of the old World where lost souls were never truly able to find peace. There, a new type of magic was coaxed into being: necromancy. Archons who wielded the decrepit magic most efficiently soon rose to power as a terrifying oligarchy. The New World Council was created to meet it and rebels fought against their would-be Masters with the help of an artefact that was lost soon after their victory. The Council quickly declared necromancy and all related dark magic illegal. Years after this uprising, Necropolis has thus become the underbelly of the world, home to alchemists, demon hunters, and other people who are keen to learn about this forbidden knowledge and unlock the secrets it still guards. The Smuggler's Prize Space western - Courtesan x Smuggler - Revolution Everything the Captain does is for the money. Not for a good cause, not for every bleeding heart that needs charity, but cold hard credits. Once, a long time ago, their soft spot was exploited and now the Captain is truly playing both sides to keep their crew afloat. Now, the steely smuggler's resolve is tested for the first time when they're tasked with escorting a beautiful companion into the hands of a man who desires nothing short of perfection. On the surface this sort of job has been run a dozen times over, yet the expensive companion isn't just a pretty face and she makes that known. Will the smuggler's loyalties be swayed by her charm and the cause of the Rebellion she supports? Craving - Skin Job Tech noir - Detective x Cyborg - Corruption The AI rebellion of 2126 was put down ten years ago by Oshin Industries. They destroyed all the remaining AI models and started from scratch to ensure obedience. The new generation now holds various roles in the bustling mega cities ranging from manual labour to pleasure, but they are looked down upon as second class citizens. In the heart of the bustling city, a seemingly simple murder case fall into the lap of a detective. The nature of the murder obviously points at black market modifications going awry. These hocked cybernetic implants have a slim chance of making the users go insane and unleashing their baser urges, so it's an open and shut case... they think. To avoid any more human casualties, the local PD enlists an AI to assist - this could be an older model which was kept in secret for testing purposes, or a new model that should follow orders. The pair have to team up to find the perpetrator and resolve the case before more humans are killed, but who can the detective trust? I really want to explore both the game of cat and mouse between the killer and detective(s), as well as how their relationship evolves with the AI having to tackle some existential issues.

Fantasy Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Think Hades and Persephone: I want something volatile and passionate. Dark and perhaps dangerous. Twisted in its romance, yet oh so satisfying. And no matter the consequences, despite knowing better or trying to resist, they can't help but feel that overwhelming draw to one another again and again. Being offered as a sacrifice to the god of the mountain - a dragon, a demi god? Neither? What happens when a forbidden romance sparks between a noble elf and her unlikely orc lover? Re-telling Beauty and the Beast in with transformation, Stockholm syndrome, and all that good stuff Psalm of Silver - Craving Light bondage - Size difference? - Corruption of morals - Transformation A paladin renowned for hunting monsters faces a new challenge when he becomes the very thing he was raised to hate. The paladin could be slowly succumbing to the taint of a dark magical curse, or bitten by a monster which leaves his transformation nigh, and seeks to purge the darkness with help from an unlikely ally: the witch who lives in the forest. Along the way, does the paladin come to embrace these changes? Or does the paladin continue to find a cure by any means necessary? (Other variations could include reversed genders/roles or pairing the paladin with a monster). Valley of the Wolf Queen - Retired, low interest Norse myth - Druidic magic - Power play and politics Generations ago a chieftain made a pact with a goddess of the hunt to grant his warriors unmatched ferocity on the battlefield. Little did he know that this pact came at a great cost and the goddess needed something in return. When their enemies were defeated, he wanted more. His appetites grew so that his conquests left him awash in blood, and more gold and slaves than all of his longboats could carry. With the very purpose of his plea forgotten, the displeased goddess unleashed the dire consequence. His already dwindling homeland was transformed into a frozen landscape that has become nigh uninhabitable. The chieftain didn't escape punishment either: he and his line were cursed to live as beasts. The Wolf Jarl's prosperous line dwindled and his tale is regarded as legend, though a cruel Jarl claiming to be his heir has sat upon the throne for some time. Perhaps a warrior still remains who can break the goddess' frozen grip on the land and overthrow the wicked Jarl? Though, it may take the help of a druid recently captured during a raid abroad, whose latent magic caused a stirring to whisper through the Silver Vales... The Eye of Set-Anhur Concubine x Sellsword - Adventure - Arabesque sword 'n sorcery - Mind control The King's haughty younger brother has returned to his homeland after some years away as a sellsword. However, the once carefree prince returns to find his homeland much changed under the yolk of war with a nation that was once their ally, turned against them for unknown reasons. And what is more, his brother is ailing beyond any aid he can provide. In hopes of saving his home land, the sellsword is advised to embark on a journey to uncover a powerful relic that the Mystics, a band of seers very few in number, have been spotted searching for in nearby lands. Before departure he receives an offer of assistance by a wilful woman who insists on joining him - a concubine from the palace, a roving mercenary? Even with help, their travels are not easy. Their journey seemed hopeless until a terrible sandstorm reveals a previously hidden ancient ruin. An even older surprise awaits them inside: the priest of a long dead order who is still alive through insidious dark magic and a very small surviving cult of worshippers. The snake-tongued priest tries to negotiate for his freedom in exchange for using the power of his bound relics against the enemies encroaching on the land. Their desperation allows his ploy to work and he tricks the pair into taking part in a ritual. The result binds him to a corporeal form and, true to his treacherous nature, he disappears leaving the adventurers behind in the crumbling ruins to die there. Despite being at odds more often than not, the unlikely duo have to band together to rectify their mistake before it brings about the downfall of the entire Empire. And the question remains: where did the priest go? A Tale of Silk and Steel Demons - Revenge - Magic - Feudal Japan A ronin is on a journey to regain his honour after a tragic event leaves him disgraced. Along the way, he meets a mysterious noblewoman who exudes grace and beauty. She commissions him to rise up against a Daimyo who is rumoured to have become possessed by a demon, and his people are growing increasingly wary and afraid. The ronin, eager for his retribution, travels to the Daimyo's court with the intention of infiltrating it for answers. Upon his arrival, his past is unknown to them and he is welcomed into the palace with ease - though he can sense there are many eyes on him and tension is thick in the air. Within the confines of the palace he meets a concubine, one of many ladies brought there for entertainment and to show respect to the Daimyo. She is supposedly a prisoner of war whose own father had to give her up in exchange for keeping his village safe. However, her capture may have been intentional, and perhaps the concubine is more than she seems when it comes to her dealings with the Demon Daimyo. Is the Daimyo their mutual enemy or is someone else pulling the strings? Will they trust each other or form a rivalry as they each want to be the one to land the killing blow? Orcsbane Dark elf x ?? - Indentured Servitude - Fantasy raceplay Varon, the city of dark elves, felt and heard of the orc invasion sweep across the realm above them. The brutes invaded the surface dwellers lands in a terrifying and sudden wave, and the resulting war caused heavy casualties to the dark elves' ideal chattel of pliable humans and their haughty high-born kin. However, even after years of this brutality the orcs still haven't slowed down and it's beginning to make the dark elves restless. Some have proposed going to war against the orcs as a display of power and superiority, although many feel that is unnecessary and would put them at a disadvantage if the surface races recover when the greenskin horde is pushed back. Despite the divide among her people, the Matriarch has sanctioned a few scouting parties and raids on the surface. One such ranger is eager to hunt on the surface beyond their twilight home and soon becomes the scourge of the orcs. She has become more bold in her attacks and even goes out alone to wreak havoc through their scattered camps, securing information as she goes. Over time she finds herself less revolted by the surface races and is even eager to assist when a captured human is found in an orc camp. A Fitting Prize Sword & sorcery - Mercenary x ?? - Mythology Your character is an infamous mercenary whose roughness belies an unexpected code of honour. Although whatever tenets the merc holds now won't be able to excuse their purported nefarious past, whatever that may be. Through the course of their sellsword adventures, the mercenary comes upon a young woman who becomes their travelling companion. She could be a priestess commissioning the mercenary's service to ensure safe travel through the war torn land and reach a holy site. She could be rescued from bandits that planned to make some coin selling her as a slave in the next city over. Or, she is a slave who is gifted to the mercenary as a reward for helping an affluent noble and must begrudgingly travel with her as a life-debt. From there, the pair might embark on some fantastical adventure across the land to reclaim a stolen artefact, wrestle the ghosts of their past, or a little bit of both. All the while they may be plagued by the whims of the gods, benevolent and capricious alike.

Historical Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide A woman disguises herself as a male soldier and ends up being captured by the enemy A story set of the frontier of the wild west perhaps with a supernatural twist At the onset of spring, a bright and full golden moon can be seen in the sky for three consecutive nights. The people of Tolvar gather for a fertility festival and on the final night, unattached villagers don the likeness of the forest gods. When the sun sets they all embark on a sensual mockery of the hunt to find their mate by the time the moon is full... Sacramentum Gladiatorum Gladiator x ?? - Taboo - Exhibitionism - Violence - Role reversal My idea revolves around a gladiator who is a recent acquisition in a ludus run by an esteemed lanista. Or, he's a veteran fighter who has risen to become a Champion, a celebrity of the bloody arena. Regardless of his status as a fighter, he has built up a fearsome reputation due to his ruthless efficiency in battle. In his past life before he may have been a noble Gallic warrior taken prisoner after a skirmish where he alone did not die - marking him as unique and entertaining enough to be kept alive - or a Roman who put himself into servitude to repay a debt. Whatever the case may be, his is dangerous and exotic. Roman ladies might fawn over such a delight and the slaves would be wary of him, but forced to serve him none the less. In particular, I would like to play a woman born into slavery or forced into it young enough that she's known no other life. Her dominus may want to put her to work appeasing the Champion as one of the few unspoilt slaves of the household. It could start lighter of course with the expectation of helping him after arena fights, stitching up wounds or washing him down and the like. There's something primal about that kind of closeness and I'd love to capture the dichotomy of two slaves with different perspectives; one as a source of entertainment for his masters which grants him the fleeting illusion of freedom, and the other being a tool to serve. An alternate idea could derive from the dominus being known to bed the slaves. His jealous wife, wanting to curtail the behaviour, coyly suggests during a party that her husband should give the slave to one of the most ferocious gladiators in their ludus, or to a rival's gladiator as recompense for losing a bet. Will the gladiator accept her into his bed, and is he truly as beastly as they say? Or will the two complacently play their parts while plotting revenge on their masters together? Craving - Glorious Horrors Gothic romance - Servant x Noble - Mystery - Bloodplay? The stillness of the quiet English countryside is shattered as a series of grisly murders start cropping up with no tangible clues or lead. The terrible act repeats itself on a monthly cycle during the week of the full moon, leaving many of the small folk whispering about something evil behind the act. A poor workhouse girl recently lost her employment as a ladies' maid in London. Returning to Belfast isn't an option so she scours any promising lead that comes to her way so long as it gives her a bit of money and will help her flee life on the streets. In her search she is surprised by an offer for to take up residence working for a reclusive nobleman whose staff has dwindled considerably over the years. None of the local women will so much as consider the job and she is quickly accepted. The home has a beautifully haunting allure that the young woman can't resist, and her servitude isn't even particularly difficult. There are a few strange rules to abide by and more strangely, her master rarely makes his presence known. Yet she is blinded by the quiet comfort of the lonely manse and does not consider leaving. After some time she finally meets her Master and discovers his true, monstrous nature. Rebellion of the Heart - Craving Arranged marriage - Dub-con - Light bondage - Courtly intrigue Our story revolves around the daughter of an wealthy Lord. A sacrificial lamb signed away in a political marriage to ease tensions with their would-be enemies unless they can be placated first (situation negotiable). She vehemently opposes the match, believing the man to be brutish and uncivilized which makes her quite the handful for her husband-to-be. Surprisingly, despite being rough around the edges, she soon catches herself watching him occasionally and finds him to be handsome and charismatic - not that she'll admit it. The Lady continues to keep her guard up out of stubbornness, a sense of pride, or both. Fortunately, he seems to like her fiery attitude quite a bit... Alternatively, this might begin as a kidnapping attempt by a rebel who opposes the King her loyalist family supports, or your character could be the younger brother of MC's would-be husband who she has much more electric chemistry with, if you're inclined to a taboo affair. Whatever details we settle on, I want to play a young woman who must assimilate into a group she's unfamiliar with and possibly opposed to. I would love the chance to write a slow burn romance where they have trouble admitting their attraction - causing even more frustration - which eventually culminates into a passionate consummation of their desire. Light bondage and dubious consent / coercion could be fun to explore in this story but I draw the line at non-con and pain. I want this to be consensual. Deep down, she can't resist, and those reluctant no's will be coaxed into moans of delight. Any roughness should come from a place of reckless passion, the kind where they can't keep their hands off each other, not sexual violence. The main thing I want to focus on is the initially strained relationship between two seemingly opposite people who are thrown together by chance, with the inclusion of a bit of bondage or dub-con to go along with our bodice-ripping fun! Craving - The Kingmaker Dub-con - War and politics - Impregnation? We begin with a bloody succession. A man (the estranged relative of the late King, a foreigner who desires glory?) takes the throne by force. After seizing power, the usurper is without one important thing: a wife of noble blood, who he needs to cement his rule with a male heir. MC is offered up. Perhaps the pretty spoils of his siege or via an arrangement to end to the carnage, with the ulterior intention of reining him into a King who can controlled. As expected, she thinks he's cruel and won't have him, so there may be the opportunity for NC or dub-con, unless she angrily hikes up her skirts and demands he get it over with to release her from her duty. Would he take that opportunity, or a more slow burn approach? Maybe there's mutual dislike between them, and while nice to look at, he's sure she's a snake in the grass waiting to stab him when he lets his guard down, ie. in bed. So he bides his time to test her loyalty. I'm torn between playing a fiery woman who won't submit willingly, or a demure creature who can temper the storm of his anger through her kindness. Do their personalities begin to rub off on each other, where he is less quick to end an argument with bloodshed, and she in turn gets a taste of the power she's been denied her whole life? Regardless of how our characters grow, I want us to reveal more complex layers of the usurper King and to see how their relationship evolves if/when she falls pregnant, into a more loving dynamic. Whispers Over Silk - Craving Romance - Light bondage - Class difference - Gentle dom/sub - Shifting power dynamic This story is set in the 18th century or up to the Austen vibes of the Regency. Beautiful dresses (bodices to be ripped!), courtly intrigue and a healthy dose of sensuality scarcely hidden behind the pomp and grandeur of the times. The idea is such: a young woman's dusty old Keeper passed away. She is a rather wilful, independent creature - defiantly unmarried noblewoman of leisure or a courtesan - whose wit and beauty has won her a fair bit of admiration around the courts. As a noblewoman, while her Keeper bequeathed her a nice sum, she might be happy to remain independent despite suitors at her doors, only to find herself breaking her vow of detachment when he interferes in her life. Maybe he's an aloof man of higher station who has a hard time reconciling his feelings for her after she bruised his ego, indirectly or otherwise. They could avoid each other relentlessly in public and maintain a brisk acquaintance, but eventually, they realize they can't wait to get some alone time. If she is a courtesan, she needs a lord and master for security and is not at all concerned with feelings. Yet when she meets a wealthy man in need of inspiration, she becomes the fiery muse who coaxes him out of his shell toward greater things... and unexpectedly propels herself fully into wanting him for something more than the comfort of a vast inheritance.

Modern Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide A warlock/witch who tries their hand at summoning a familiar gets a lot more than they bargained for! Something with a demon and gender magic. Maybe like Jennifer's Body but... softer. The spoiled daughter of a crime lord has a rude awakening when she's suddenly given a bodyguard An upscale organization supplies the most wealthy clientele with exotic companions When a young woman's wealthy fiance is away, she receives companionship from an unexpected source like his sister or a maid. Alternatively, her fiance could be a cross dresser and, not realizing his identity, she takes a liking to his female alter ego. You Only Live Twice - Taken Vampire x ?? - Blood play? Inspired by True Blood, the Originals, and Vampire: the Masquerade, where monsters are integrating into society. Werewolves, witches, vamps, fae - you name it. Our focus could be on a cut-throat vampire hierarchy, and the sensational media storm that covers these night walkers who are trying to reintegrate into society. Obviously, some people are sceptical about this - why now? - they should still be considered dangerous. But others have jumped on a bandwagon that greases its wheels on sexy, sexy profit. A few elder vampires are quite happy to inflate the human economy as they bring their species into the 21st century. After all, hunting has changed. Their prey has changed. Vampire-centric clubs sprang up across the country where people can meet these immortals. Some people are looking to become the pet of one of these beautiful deadly creatures, or to be reborn themselves, while others just want an unforgettable fuck. For the pairing, I envision a somewhat world weary vampire (among other supernatural creatures) trying to find that spark again. They encounter a human who they are inexplicably drawn to, and whether it's pure animal attraction or something deeper than that like a fae bloodline, we can decide together. Alternatively, I'm open to playing a different pairing so long as it has a heavy dose of the supernatural. A vampire or werewolf paired with a hunter from an ancient order, for example. A modern spin on Red Riding Hood, etc. Craving - Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? Lycanthropy - Crime drama - Secrets - Size difference You know how it goes: Woman meets man. Man is actually Wolf. A strange yet invigorating relationship ensues. Is he a grizzled detective and she's a journalist trying to scoop up some juicy info in noir fashion, which causes her to stumble upon his moonlit secret? Is he just the guy next door who happens to catch her eye while she's coming in from a long day at work? Are they star-crossed lovers a la werewolf and hunter? I would like an element of mystery and grittiness to their budding relationship along with the fluff. Either way, there's no denying the raw attraction between them despite their secrets, and soon she has to juggle having a werewolf for a boyfriend plus all the complicated territory that comes with it. This scenario can lead to some rather fun morning after situations... A Lovely Surprise! Seduction - Light bondage - Intersex / Trans - Mistaken identity It begins with a wonderfully wrong impression. My character meets yours in passing one night and decides she absolutely has to have her. She's smitten and in lust. My character has always been interested in women exclusively, but the thing is: your character is actually not a cis-woman contrary to what MC assumed. YC is extremely feminine and dresses to accentuate that, as well as using she/her pronouns. Of course, the truth will eventually come out when things get heated between them. While I don't expect this slice of life story be long term, there are lots of open ended variables here to consider so please be prepared to do a little brainstorming! Who are our characters and how did they meet exactly? Does your character know she's being pursued or does the romantic attention come as a complete shock? Is she timid and unsure how to handle the attraction she may feel for MC, or is she a little minx who plays hard to get? Has your character recently embraced her femininity or is she just now treading the waters of her true identity? Red Strings + Broken Things Organized crime - Sex & Violence - Macbeth levels of scheming A twisted romance between a member of an organized crime family and one of the women sold into a life of sex and servitude who does what she needs to survive. She could be an escort purchased as a gift of good will to your character, possibly with the ulterior motive of killing him or acting as a spy. Maybe he has a secret of his own that she discovers - an undercover cop? or he wants to kill his boss and take his place? - and the two begin to hash out a plan to rise to the top together. Plain slice of life doesn't interest me in the long term so making your character into a vigilante or giving this some kind of twist would be great. A Killer Affair - Taken Assassin x Handler - Espionage - Blackmail Being a handler at an Assassin's Guild is a stressful job. There are dozens of applicants every year who are either genetically modified or have innate talents the Guild wishes to harness. She has to oversee physical examinations, conduct quarterly psychological testing, distribute missions and track the contract killers, among many other jobs. Seeking a night of distraction, she decides to take someone home. The next day when a new hitman enters her office she's taken aback to see her lover from the night before. Can they put aside their little tryst and function professionally, or will growing feelings create tension with the Guild's strict policy of no attachment as her superior senses something between them? Way Down We Go Angel x ?? - First times - Monster hunting - Inspiration: Way Down We Go by Kaleo (note: While kinks are not the focus of this story, a must-have is exploring our male angel's humanity and his first time experiencing intimacy. It would be hilarious if he's indifferent to his nakedness (ex. walking around after a shower) because he doesn't understand it's taboo, or that he's attractive, which could lead to some interesting situations.) An angel is cast down from paradise and finds himself bound to present day earth. Suddenly, he has to cope with the strange new needs and desires of his partly mortal body, as his power was almost completely stripped away during the fall. He wanders, lost and vulnerable, seeking purpose on earth among the humans he once dedicated his existence to protecting. Alternatively, in a twist of fate, he could have been an arrogant angel who thought himself and their Creator above these messy mortals and fell from grace unwillingly. Along the way, the angel meets one of a few people (flexible on characters and motives): a human who may be part of an ancient prophecy and the key to unlocking hell on earth, making her the prime target of demons; a taciturn huntress who lost her faith a long time ago but might begin to see things differently with her new charge; or a demon in disguise who's eager to take advantage of the naive creature - at least that was her initial plan.Depending on the circumstances behind his expulsion, and who we pair him with, one of his righteous siblings could be sent to bring him home or kill him upon discovering his "corruption". Cloak, Dagger and Dinner Double life - Super powers - Power play He's immensely wealthy and charismatic, and every bachelorette in the metropolis wants him. She's the iconic socialite: graceful, witty, talented in many ways. Yet she's got a mischievous glimmer in her eye that lured him in when they first met, and that one look resulted in a spark that burned hotly into a passionate whirlwind of a relationship. At first. After some months, their relationship settled into a comfortable plateau as their personal lives and schedules occasionally conflicted. Over time, excuses and no-shows for their plans start to pile up as the glaring differences in their lifestyles begin to catch up with the once smitten couple. But they really can't explain away the sudden departures and absences when they each moon light as their alter ego, one a villain and the other a hero. Eventually, their lives are turned upside down when they discover what's been lurking just beneath the surface of their partner's identity the whole time.

[Andronica]

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I write OC pairings though there are a few canon pairings I will do, mainly F/F but F/M and NB is possible too.
(Jack/Miranda from Mass Effect, Vi/Cait from Arcane, DC's Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy among others)

Firefly, Star Wars (Old Republic era), Mass Effect, The Walking Dead, Dragon Age, the Witcher, the Elder Scrolls, World of Warcraft, Dungeons & Dragons 5e/Baldur's Gate, Game of Thrones, Assassin's Creed, VtM / the World of Darkness, Marvel & DC, Supernatural, Arcane, The Boys & much more!

Warcraft Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Marked by the Wild Cross-faction - Enemies to allies - Hatesex? The Cenarion Circle tasks one of their promising druids with a quest to investigate the pervasive corruption encroaching along Ashenvale's southeastern border. Suspecting dark orc magic is at play, and not having the resources on hand to send a full scouting party, the Archdruid advises caution. The skilled young elf agrees and leaves at once and swaps her beautiful dark forests for the oppression of a much harsher landscape. During her mission she might pass through a sentinel camp housing an orcish prisoner who claims to be wrongfully imprisoned because he hails from the Earthen Ring and was only passing through to investigate a similar corruption. In need of an ally for her mission, the druid persuades her sisters to free him in exchange for aid, so they become compelled to help each other based on their mutual respect for the balance of nature. A handful of other scenarios might be post-battle where a POW is captured and turned into the other's ward (or slave). The softer side of this might be finding one or other in dire need of aid and in turn, the person who's rescued incurs a life-debt that they are honour bound to fulfil. Crystal and Contracts Transformation (if playing a worgen) - Bondage Dalaran, the city of magic, is home to all manner of spell casters from both the Horde and Alliance. Ancient tomes of immense power line every shop along with reagents of exceedingly rare and high quality which will suit the needs of any mage, druid or priest. However, if one seeks a less conventional solution to their problems there is another option in the Dalaran sewers. She is rumoured to be many things. A warlock of such depravity that not even her peers could stand her. A priestess who embraced the shadows with all of her being. A mage irreversibly corrupted by the void. Whatever and whoever she really is remains a mystery as being granted an audience with her is quite difficult. Though, the determination of one particular worgen may win out. She is his last resort in his desperate attempt to lift his curse. The Gilnean's have long since come to terms with their peculiar moonlit heritage, but for some reason this worgen has not. Could it be that he's stuck in his worgen form permanently? Is his inner beast a hard creature to control? After following many leads, and exchanging plenty of gold, he's directed to a hidden area in Dalaran's underbelly. There dwells the infamous woman who doesn't ask questions. So he goes to her seeking a remedy and she accepts the challenge... for a price. (Alternatively, this could be a priest or paladin seeking a mentor who becomes seduced by her dark ways. I'm open to all kinds of suggestions here) Must Love Demons Magical bondage - Servitude While out collecting reagents in a treacherous area of the Broken Shore, a blood elf warlock comes across a strange sight: a demon hunter stuck in a magical trap. While exceedingly proficient at hunting demonic entities, each morsel of darkness a demon hunter absorbs makes them a little bit more tainted, which in turn causes some physical manifestations to occur. Demon hunters over time become susceptible to the same magic which affects their hellish prey but in a different way. At first the warlock agrees to free the demon hunter without anything in return, until a different idea pops into their head. Among the most prestigious warlock clans, one's familiar is regarded as a visible sign of the warlock's power and aptitude. The more large and danger the demon, the more impression. With the key to rising the ranks quite literally trapped in front of them, the warlock decides a new unconventional familiar will surely impress their capricious peers! So they offer to help the demon hunter one simple condition: become bound together for a time as the warlock's familiar. But what begins as an experiment between a wilful and caustic demon hunter, and their calculating master, may become complicated by feelings and adversaries along the way. Grave Whispers Mind Control - Corruption The Lich King was defeated and with his final death, the knights under his command were released from being enthralled. In the year following Arthas' demise, former Death Knights scarred both mentally and perhaps physically by their servitude begin to reintegrate back into society. A delicate tolerance passes over Azeroth, for the most part. Yet even bound as they were in undeath, some people are still distrusting and afraid, and not all homes can be returned to. Outcast death knights seek new lives elsewhere away from the family and friends who have shunned them. One such dubious knight returns home believing there is nothing left there for them as well. Until, of course, an old friend recognizes them and is unafraid of their new form. Perhaps with some link to their former life they can forge a new, better existence? The Lich King was defeated, they said. But something else began to stir in the icy darkness. With Arthas' mantle undone, someone saw this as an opportunity to fill the void. Reports spread through the cities like vicious wildfire. Former Death Knights who have begun living peaceful lives again are turning rabid, enthralled, and those who resist this change do so painfully. Some say the Lich King never truly died, while others suspect another dark magic user has taken his place and reached into the minds of his army to put a leash on the undead once again. As of yet unaffected by this new Master or Mistress, the former death knight feels duty-bound to assist. This time with an old friend by their side. ✦ Additional plot seeds - Finding a POW who was left for dead after a long and tiresome battle... - Horde and Ally ambassadors try to 'play nice' during a summit... - Something to do with the San'layn (vampiric blood elves)...

The Elder Scrolls Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Kissed by Hircine Werewolves - Curses - Restraints - Adventure An adventurer goes to one of the bustling cities in Skyrim to find a hired hand to aid in their quests. A warrior out to seek their own fortune catches the adventurer's eye during one of these visits, and they quickly forge a friendship through shared battles and tribulations. The warrior swears to protect the adventurer and if need be, give their life as well. However, after an otherwise normal encounter with the Silver Hand which turns sour abruptly, the adventurer wonders if their partnership (or more) will remain strong when a secret comes to light: the warrior is cursed by Hircine for past misdeeds and is far more than they appear to be. Alternatively, this prompt could involve a warrior of the companions who the Silver Hand mistakenly take for somoene in Kodlak's inner circle. The Companion is imprisoned at Gallows Rock, only for one of the members of the Silver Hand to take a liking to them...Or, perhaps a Silver Hand mercenary is bitten by a werewolf during the attack and their brethren in arms turns against them, forcing them to seek refuge with their former enemies in Whiterun. How to Make Friends and Annoy Daedra Teasing - Cat and mouse - Rival-mance A stoic assassin runs into a fiesty thief when they run into each other on an apparently mutual, unaware that their benefactor made the contract open to all - putting both their lives at risk. Quickly realizing the deception, the pair realize their best chance is to work together to lead their treacherous benefactor astray before striking. It was only meant to last as long as the job and then they vowed never to see one another again or else duel to the death. So, they help one another in what should be a one-time occurrence. Yet when the pair run into each other a second time, the mutual threat falls flat and, a bit reluctantly, they agree to meet again. Her charisma wears through his reclusive and wary personality, and the assassin finds some happiness. This leads him to question his contract with the Dark Brotherhood. As for the thief - well, she already sold her soul to Nocturnal. Daedra don't take kindly to breaking pacts. ✦ Additional plot seeds - The Arch-Mage's studious apprentice has been trying to delve the local ruins significant to her research. However, she lacks the firepower to go in alone, and hires help for her expedition. - A talented but narcissistic mage practices forbidden magic in secret against the advice of their mentor, and they end up summoning a dremora. - An adventurer comes across the impossible: a snow elf, the last of their kind. - A diplomat from Cyrodiil goes to one of Skyrim's courts under the guise of aiding relations during the civil war. However, your character realizes she may not be all she appears. An Imperial spy? A Thalmor loyalist? Both or neither?

Star Wars Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Light in the Darkness Conflict - corruption of morals - Forbidden romance - Possible incest Two padawans who grew up together on Tython were inseparable, and engaged in a forbidden love affair which even their astute masters were not aware of. When they came of age they went down separate paths. She became a Consular to uphold justice and peace. He became a Knight to vent his frustrations. Years later they are brought together again for a matter of great importance - treachery among their order. As the pair reunite it becomes clear that one of them has changed. Soon the truth is revealed that their torrid romance caused one of them to turn from the Code. Heirs of Revan D/s themes - Reincarnation - Experimentation A Sith Lady is given a bodyguard by her master upon completion of her trials; a slave/prisoner who proved too talented for acolytes to kill. Her master senses the untapped potential of the Force in this new bodyguard and the stirrings of something far greater. Due to his arrogance and paranoia, the Sith's master wants to use the bodyguard as a final test for his former apprentice, hoping to gauge just how formidable she will become. However, the master has an ulterior motive for the bodyguard which is connected to his fascination with ancient datacrons, artefacts, and rituals. It doesn't take long for the newly minted Sith and her companion to become very aware of this twisted plan. Passion Shall Free Me Love/hate - Servitude - Coercion A Sith kidnaps a powerful padawan to turn her into his dark apprentice. Despite the tumultuous and intimidating start to their relationship, in time the Sith becomes more lenient with his protege as she grows in power. However, she has her own agenda and may be using him as a means to an end in order to take revenge upon the Sith who killed her family. When he makes contact and taunts the pair, the young apprentice turns to her master for guidance and a lesson in other manifestations of the Dark Side.

Misc. Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide Guiding Light Destiny - Action - Various light kinks I want to pair my female Awoken warlock with another guardian of any kind. Maybe they're veterans of a long running Fireteam and have history together, considering they fought side by side through a lot of harrowing situations, or they decide to blow off steam during a boring scouting mission and it becomes something more. Alternatively, they could be a couple of newly risen guardians Zavala throws together for one of many tasks from stealthy reconnaissance to a bloody assault on a Cabal base where they have to get along or die trying as bits of their past start to glean through the cracks. Cerberus' Collar Mass Effect - Genetic experiment - Organised crime - Indoctrination A trained genetically modified Cerberus agent goes dark. It takes a few years but eventually the operative is found via a reliable source on Omega. To make the 'transition' smoother, Cerberus sends an old friend and colleague to the location in question. They are tasked with bringing the agent home by whatever means necessary as a lengthy absence increases the risk of exposing the organizations secrets. Secrets which happen to be modded into the agent and running through their veins. Turns out, they've become someone infamous in lawless space as leader of the Hyperion gang, one of Aria T'Loak's top competitors. And they aim to keep it that way.

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Some are cold starts to old stories and others are simply the result of being super inspired with no-one to write with!
PM or DM me for plot details. Regardless of my character's POV in these introductions, I'm happy and willing to swap roles/genders or make other changes to suit our specific tastes.!

The Witch of Saske
Fantasy | Transformation | Light Bondage | Witch x Paladin(ish) | M/F

Looking out toward the dense forest of Aramore that she called home, somewhere in those immense depths, the hedge witch felt her nerves begin to tingle as the noon sun began its march toward the horizon. She knew better than to stay in Runswick for that long.

"I thank you, mistress," a willowy voice said from her side. The witch looked over to the source and espied the approaching figure. A blonde slip of a girl with a sheepish expression that hid a deeper sadness in her eyes.

There, behind her father's shop off the cobble path that made up the main street, the hedge witch reached out her hand toward the young woman's. Normally when the Knight-Paladins already passed through Runswick during their usual routes, the hedge witch was content to remain out in the open. For as many people who feared her magic there were many who remembered the Old Ways and would beseech her before offering a prayer to the new God.

Fihalda's matter, however, was one of a more sensitive nature and discretion was necessary. She took the girl's lithe fingers and curled them around a small leather purse inside of which was a herbal mixture for making a potent tea.

Fihalda smiled weakly and canted her head at the hedge witch once more in thanks. "If I told father he surely would have me sent to Whitebridge for a cleansing," she said of the miserable fate she avoided, thanks to Viara. People in such small isolated villages often were too superstitious for their own good and under the iron fist of the Holy Order of the Blazing Star, illness was oft times attributed wrongfully to vice or, worse, possession. The good sisters at the Abbey in Whitebridge were known to take in wayward daughters, the sick, the infirm... and it would surely be the end of Fihalda to bear a child there.

Viara's remedies did not only encompass minor bodily ailments it seemed, and thus it put her in a poor light with the Holy Order beyond the already damning fact that she was inclined toward magic.

Fihalda pulled her hand back to tuck the bag into the pocket behind her apron. When she made to step away, Viara's fingers latched onto her forearm in a loose manner as a reminder not to leave yet. Briefly startled, Fihalda snapped her head toward the witch's pale visage, youthful and with a slight rosiness in her cheeks and full lips. She smiled at the girl and gave a gentle squeeze in reminder.

"And what do you have for me, dear heart?" Viara inquired. She needed to make a living, after all.

Blanching slightly, Fihalda's large blue eyes darted around as if hoping to conjure up a payment. Then she got an idea - unwinding a silk ribbon from her hair, Fihalda offered the small piece of finery to the Viara. The hedge witch was not greedy and accepted the gift with a gracious smile.

"That will do nicely, Fihalda." The girl beamed and loped away while Viara took her time rounding the home to avoid suspicion.

The people of Runswick lined her pockets well when ever she passed through. Not always in coin, unless they could afford to press a copper truc into her palm after the Order's tithes were collected. Otherwise she was not know to turn away a handful of apples or a hen for her coop instead. Mostly though the small folk were able to pay for her services and, just as happily, was able to skirt along the purview of any roving Knight-Paladins.



Aramore was verdant but Viara could feel a chill growing in the air as autumn approached. She had been walking long enough that the light of mid-day was fading from the canopy and began to create dim golden light across her path. With a slight shudder the hedge witch pulled the fur mantle tighter around her shoulders and drew it over top the earthy grey gown she wore, covering the low and wide neckline. The witch followed the bubbling sound of a distant stream until she came upon it and toured its mossy bank to find a shallow spot where she could kneel.

Every so often she caught sight of her raven haired reflection in the stream until, slowly, she noticed the water ran bloody. Her thick brow furrowed with mild curiosity that was swiftly given an answer as someone's shout rang through the woods. Alarmed birds took flight from the heavy boughs above.

Quickening her step, Viara traced the bend of the water 'round thick ancient trees until she came upon a man standing at the stream bed opposite her. She noticed at once the armour laid down nearby and even if she hadn't the markings on his body illuminated her to his profession. While Viara was not a cruel person by nature, she did not have much in the way of sympathy for the Knights of the Order given their relentless persecution of magic. She canted her head at the bleeding wounds upon his chest and felt her lips tug into a satisfied smirk.

"Did the farmer's daughter fight you off? They can be hellcats, I'm told," the hedge witch observed in a biting tone at his presumably mild misfortune. She'd sewn worse wounds before.

That was when her eyes flitted up to his neck and she noticed the punctures plainly even from across the water. Vrykolak.

Instinctively Viara's hand moved to the wide buckled leather girdle that cinched her waist. A small dagger was holstered there.

"When did that happen?" Viara asked, jutting her chin toward his bloodied neck.

Her First Taste
Vampire x Fae/Human | F/NBxF | Romance | Bloodplay

I've been seeing all, I've been seeing your soul
Give me things that I wanted to know
Tell me thing that you've done
I've been feeling old, I've been feeling cold
You're the heat that I know
See, you are my sun

Confession - 9:43pm

Groups of adolescents and a few more adventurous adults walked steadily into the matte black double doors of the vampire-centric club: Confession. The owner was a wealthy elder vampire from Spain named Annalise Nevarro. She lived through the Inquisition, albeit she was older and far deadlier, and found the name to be rather funny. It certainly helped that the humans already romanticized their kind and loved a good helping of religious taboo. After all, vampires were sex and death personified...

Ever since vampires came out of the coffin last year, it opened up whole new worlds of appetites that couldn't be sated. All that was macabre and kinky soon moved in to a number of buildings and, ironically, breathed life into the down town core. Saturday night was their busiest. The staff had a constant stream of curious, horny humans to attend to from 9pm to 5am. For younger vampires like Rebecca it was a decent way to pass the time of their immortal lives while getting to be sociable with humans enjoying the night life. Rebecca spent her nights working at the club watching the perimeter and swiftly excusing unruly vampires or their mostly human guests - a perk of being the offspring of one of the oldest vampires in the area.

Becca stood at the bar near the front of the club watching as people came in. She leaned her elbows and back on the counter, a crown of choppy light brown ombre hair cresting her heart-shaped face in a messy ponytail. The vamp was dressed casually in a pair of dark jeans, heeled boots, and a cropped leather jacket sporting metal hardware. Only a flimsy black bralette lay underneath to show off the feminine figure of the perpetually late twenty-something vampire. Her usually alabaster skin looked kissed by sunlight thanks to some expertly applied bronzer accenting her cheekbones and décolletage. Severe black liner was smudged into burgundy shadow on her eyelids and dark, arched brows hung with disinterest over her pale green eyes.

The door swung open again and a gaggle of dolled up sorority girls came with eyes wide in shocked wonderment.

"Oh my god, this place is totally amazing!" A blonde practically squealed in delight as she was greeted by the sights and sounds from the pulsing renovated warehouse bathed in red mood lighting.

It was true, honestly. Everything about the place screamed erotic, from the music and décor to the vampires who draped themselves all over the massive room enticing guests in an atmosphere of accentuated goth couture. Yet if that enthralled girl in tiny daisy dukes, fishnets and a low cut top thought she was already feeling overwhelmed by the stimuli Confession had to offer, then she would be practically incapacitated in about ten minutes if all the undead stares already stuck on her person were any indication of the attention she craved.

Rebecca's brow quirked upward in a bemused expression before passing over to someone else, then another as she scoped the club's attendee's.

Cerberus Zero
Cyberpunk | Dystopian | F/NB x A | Mercenaries

Cerberus Zero - Core Cluster - 22:54 CWT


Soft rain fell on the sprawling neon city of Cerberus Zero It was one of the larger core worlds where dense poverty stricken biomes ran twenty levels deep and high above them were spiralling towers belonging to the elite who lived as far off the ground away from the working class as possible. She knew it was a bad idea to be there when there was a bounty on her head but she had to meet her contact that evening. He was the only one she trusted with it.

Dark lashes batted slowly over her bright grey-green eyes as she sat in the crook of some beams among the iron jungle that was not so different from her own home on a backwater planet, equally industrialized to choke the life out of almost everyone who inhabited it. Where she was perched a few stories up in an alleyway window made her near impossible to see, not that anyone would have an easy time peering through the clout of fog that was kicked up by the rain coupled by the black matte suit she wore. The suit was specially crafted from carbon fibre reinforced polymer, with a main body suit that hugged her like a second skin while also being outfitted with padded plates to protect vulnerable areas. It was sleek, flexible, and temperature controlled. Not to mention extremely pricey. Although money had never been an object for her patron.

Jeneva had been a lone Wolf from Dreza Minor who came to the Core worlds a nameless and faceless thief... Until he found her. He made her into his own personal fleecer, Wraith, anonymously picking apart the weak links in the social ladder so he could rise ever higher - and he paid well.

She idly watched a few passers-by while her right pupil began to dilate unnaturally as the cybernetics burrowed into that side of her head worked to hone in on some movement and discerned it to be one of the many stumbling victims of the latest drug fad called Necro. A pure adrenaline high that had a terrible crash, but it was cheaper than the spice the upper class ingested and it kept the plebs going for 20-hour work days in terrible conditions.

Suddenly, the spectre's little game of people watching came to an abrupt halt as her gauntlet lit up with a message. She tapped the strip of pale blue light to accept the secured comm link on her Oracle. A message appeared:

Nkaly's Landing - 23:00CWT

A confirmation that he hadn't backed out.

The transmission ended a few seconds later but it was more than enough time for Wraith to get what she needed. Nkaly's Landing was the rendezvous point she set up with her contact, a man named James Wescott who used to work for Argon Inc. creating cybernetics not unlike the nifty little piece in her skull. He switched teams and went dark over a decade ago but he didn't remain a ghost forever. It took Wraith over a year to track him down and begin correspondence about what was happening.

She only had a five minute window to reach the old docking station turned warehouse but she was confident she could make it considering she camped out only a few blocks away. The Xiu district was so far out from the city centre that she wasn't concerned about drawing attention. Not even the Judges cared enough to patrol this far out with any degree of frequency.



Her bike hummed mutedly to a stop beside the warehouse and Wraith dismounted. She entered the building which was rundown even by pleb standards and sauntered through the lobby bordering the massive hangar. In a previous message to her contact they agreed to meet on the east corner of the fourth floor because he liked the view from a time when the docking station was still functional about twenty years ago.

Given the place had been gutted somewhat since it was decommissioned, Wraith could almost see to the east corner hundreds of feet away when she reached the fourth floor. The whole place was exposed beams and plastic sheeting, turning it into an open concept space for the most part. Her boots made hardly a sound as she wove through the decrepit remnants of the fourth floor and she began to make out a figure. A seated silhouette that she took to be James waited for her in the bare bones of the corner office where they were preordained to meet. But when she slipped through that last layer of heavy stained plastic she knew at once she made a mistake.

James' look of fear was frozen on his face in death. Shocked at the turn of events but no less determined to get answers, she pushed his slack shoulder and caused the chair to turn, revealing where his shirt had been pulled down his neck and an infinity symbol burned into his yielding flesh with laser precision.

'Fuck' she thought. Wraith didn't have time to process the heaviness in her stomach about the secret she carried.

A cursory touch of her fingertips to his exposed arm picked up a still-fresh heat signature. She had to get out of there, now.

The Iron Maiden
Dragon Age | F/NB x Any | Templar x Elf or other

The Emerald Graves

For three full days the attaché of Templars scouted through the Emerald Graves to hinder the advancement of Red Templar activity in the area, who were bold enough to resort to capturing villagers as incubators for their addictive fuel. At first Elise thought it was merely speculation from frightened members of the Inquisition but then she overheard the Spymaster herself talking in private to one of her agents about the atrocities being committed. It sent a sickening chill down Lady Tabris' spine to think of how her once pious brethren had been corrupted - but she held no sympathy for them. They chose Corypheus over a higher calling.

While they faced a handful of lyrium smuggling mages and bothersome Freemen already, it occurred to Elise and other members of the group that they hadn't encountered any of the Dalish, either.

A younger member of the group, who'd been instated as a Templar shortly before the rebellion broke out, voiced his concern and broke the relative silence they travelled in. "You know, I heard the Dalish used to capture people who wandered too far into their lands and strung 'em up high in the trees as a warning," murmured the lad. Elise chuckled with amusement at his naivety. She was one of the younger members of their small band, although a handful of summers older than Brahen, and she was the only woman in their Templar unit. His eyes shifted around the brilliant green treetops both hoping for evidence to refute the grim rumours. Although maybe he was a little curious as well...

"I doubt we have to worry about that, " voiced a veteran Templar, ser Alram Hull, with a grizzled face that saw many wars. One of the Inquisition's spies leading their group let out soft musical laughter. She tapped the front of her tunic and scoffed in response, looking back at the others while her cropped blonde hair flicked around her deceptively pretty, youthful face. All of the Spymaster's people were well acquainted with the darkness life had to offer.

"Inquisition heraldry is well known even in the Dales, Bray," teased the spy, causing Brahen to blush with embarrassment. "Besides, the Orlesians made this place their personal hunting grounds generations ago, That prompted most of the Dalish to leave," she said to soothe the worried man.

Eventually the group arrived in a well shaded clearing off an old trail, and Elise huffed loudly as she looked around. "Good a place as any to make camp, no?" she inquired. The Emerald Graves were as temperate as they were beautiful but so far their mission yielded little in the way of progress, and everyone was probably had their fill of marching through the forest. Ser Hull nodded in agreement which, due to his seniority of rank, prompted the others to stop and began removing their heavy shields and armour.



A little while later camp was set up, and the scent of a paltry stew boiling above a flame encompassed the area. Without her cumbersome armour, Elise took advantage of the time to rest by sprawling out on a large flat rock at the outskirts of the clearing. The thick trees around them made it hard to see very far into the forest but at present the Templar's thickly lashed honey-brown eyes were closed in relaxation. Beside her she heard Brahen talking excitedly about the politics of Thedas since the rebellion. He was a noble's son, and it showed. Alram on the other hand merely grunted every so often to make it look like he was listening as the young sandy hair man tried to make conversation with his brothers in arms.

Elise had taken the time to put down her normally coiled hair, so that it splayed around her head like a chestnut crown, with hues of copper glinting as the sunlight touched her waves. A small section on the side of her head was shorn down and turned into a few thin braids which blended with the rest of her hair. The stillness of the beautiful forest practically lulled her to sleep.

Suddenly, the Templar's eyes widened. Her hands once neatly folded on her taut abdomen jerked apart and pushed her up on slender lean muscled arms. She could have sworn she heard something out there in the wood.

After spending a moment squinting and holding her breath it was probably all in vain, since she didn't hear so much as a bird chirp after that. Judging by the fact that the others were immersed in conversation and filling their bellies with a mid-afternoon meal, she decided she must have imagined it while drifting off. Yet she felt a very strong curiosity that motivated her to stand and collect her things. Elise's surprisingly feminine figure was visible only for a moment as she slipped her cuirass back on and buckled it into place, then reached for her scabbard and shield.

"Going somewhere?" the velvety tone of the spy inquired, startling Elise and causing her to turn around abruptly. The blonde leaned on a nearby tree and tilted her head toward Elise with mischief sparkling in her eyes. She was always so bloody quiet!

"I... thought I heard something out there. It would be best to take a look and scout ahead, if nothing else." The explanation satisfied the blonde.

"You could use company then. I'll go with you!" Livia insisted. Unable to give a reason why she wanted to be alone - not wanting to admit the peace and quiet helped soothe her pains, and the intrigue of what could be out there provided ample distraction - Elise was forced to sigh and accept the companionship.

"Of course. I doubt we'll be long anyway," the Templar replied politely and motioned for Livia to follow. Before they could step out of the clearing Alram looked up and stopped them in their tracks.

"You're not going by yourselves," he told them smoothly, making it known that while he was getting on in years, his hearing was quite sharp. "Brahen, Vess, Helaine - go with them, and be back before sundown," Ser Hull added.

Assassin's Creed: Vindication
Assassin's Creed | MxF | Historical & Modern timelines | Fantasy | Subterfuge

Alessia brought her delicate hands against her mouth and blowed against cool fingers to warm them up. It was a lovely but chilly spring day out, given her choice of cropped sweater and jeans. As she pushed past the glass door into the ominous building marked 'Abstergo', the darkness of her outfit made a startling contrast against everything else: it was all so bright and minimal. Her booted heels clicked hastily on the polished marble floor of the lobby as the young woman walked inside and made a bee-line for the front desk to just make her appointment, according to the large clock overhead.

She was equal parts nervous and excited for her first appointment with the head of the research team and hoped she could participate. Long sleepless nights, and fitful dreaming when she did sleep, had plagued her as of late. Most recently she'd been having a series of strange dreams - the same voice, the same imagery - but everything was out of focus, like she was under water. Hopefully whatever drug or technique they were working on could help.

At the end of the vast sterile white lobby behind the desk sat a blonde, looking away at a slim computer screen. Alessia noticed there was no one in the lobby, and everything was so polished she could see her reflection everywhere. Though her warm honey-brown eyes were particularly drawn to the massive Abstergo symbol embossed on the wall, which faintly glowed blue against the reception desk and gave her a pleasant aura.

There Alessia came to a halt and gingerly pushed some of her long, auburn hair out of her face to look more presentable. The lithe middle-aged receptionist in a grey plaid dress, with fashionable red lips and dark rimmed glasses, finally took note of her as she finished off an email. Her small mouth widened into a pleasant smile. "Welcome to Abstergo. How can I help you?" she asked.

"My name is Alessia Talbot. I have an appointment at 3pm with the head of the sleep study," she explained vaguely, since she hadn't been given many details on the project, let alone any names of who she'd be working with. A look of recognition flashed over the receptionist's eyes and she smiled even wider at hearing Alessia's name; there was a subtle familiarity to it that the guest couldn't quite place. More importantly that smile was contagious. She couldn't help but smile too.

"Please come with me, Miss Talbot. Dr.  is just finishing up with another guest," the receptionist requested. Then she stood and escorted Alessia down the hall and began a quick tour.

"As you can see, you'll have everything you need to ensure a comfortable, stress-free environment during your stay," she explained as they passed a cafeteria and gym only a minute into navigating the labyrinth of hallways and wings in the Abstergo building.

She didn't even try to conceal the surprise on her face when they breezed past a floor to ceiling window that showed off a beautiful flora courtyard. "That's a nice touch," observed Alessia with a chuckle.

"A lot of our guests spend time in the relaxation garden. A meditation instructor holds classes there every week," pointed out the receptionist. They went up a wide flight of metal steps to the second floor where open walkways connected several offices and research centres.

"Please seat yourself. He'll be here momentarily," the blonde informed her with her usual cheery smile. She opened the office door for Alessia and gestured for her to enter.

"Thanks," Alessia said and walked in, leaving the door ajar. From her periphery she watched the receptionist leave while she took in the room, then sat down in a white leather chair in front of the desk.

Wolfsbane and Nightshade
Witcher-esque | Monster hunting | Hunter x Monster or other | F/NB x A

Town of Threkeld - Northeastern Valasea

The place was a mess. Blood soaked into the wooden boards and surely wouldn't come out with even a hundred years worth of scrubbing, given the amount of it on the floor where the body used to be. Lena had seen the corpse already - or what was left of it. The flesh had been torn haphazardly and scarcely resembled a person any longer. His head lolled slightly to the side and his eyes were still wide with horror as he issued his final silent scream. Though something about it gave her pause...

At her back, looming over the hunter's prone form above the grisly scene, stood a somewhat impatient man. The urge to rap him upside the head would have been stronger as his lamenting continued if not for the poor position he was left in.

"The bleedin' thing pre-near killed me too, if my brother hadn't come round just then! Must have scared him off!" the man said as he broke Lena's reverie and once again hoisted his forearm toward her face. Claw marks of a similar jagged fashion left deep gouges on his muscular limb, and the way the markings tapered did look like the work of a werewolf.

"We ought to be more careful of who we let in nowadays, what with a war going on in your southern provinces." Another man spoke up from the doorway of the home. Cyne, Ghelm's younger brother, who had been present during the tail end of the attack.

"It was him, I know it!" said a third voice, more frail and feminine than the others. The old woman practically shook in anger. "He stayed for only two nights and fled in the wee hours, before we found discovered what he did to Beorn. It was him!" She spat on the floor at the mention of the mysterious traveller, as though the thought of him was cursed and ought not be spoken. It certainly looked like a werewolf attack and Lena planned to investigate further. Hunters had been known to follow through on less information.

"His fur was dark as night and he was three heads taller than me, easily," Cyne described what he recalled of the rampaging werewolf, then jutted his chin toward the forest surrounding Threkeld.

"Aye, he's a monster that needs putting down!" insisted Ghelm. Lena sighed inwardly as he tried to shove the wound in her line of sight again. Then she raised her hand and at once the chatter around her lifted.

"A moment, please? I would like some quiet." That was about the nicest way she could put it unless he chose to test the huntress' patience again. With a dismayed look turning his bearded mouth into a frown, the man grumbled to himself and then turned away per her request. Finally she was left to her own devices, mostly. Lena felt warm under the collar despite no longer have unwanted company, which was most likely due to several pairs of eyes peeking through the ajar doorway or the shutters into the dimly lit home.

Ghelm stood just outside the modest homestead along with about a half dozen other villagers. Since her arrival that morning, Lena heard many faint murmurs of "hunter" and "jaeger" and "monster" floating along the breeze. Every step she took during her investigation was heralded by a small crowd trying to watch from a distance despite how glaringly clear their presence was. Maybe they were eager to see a hunter for the first time, or wary from the tales they'd been told? Others still They were probably had a grim desire to see what remained of Beorn Ewyll, as living this far north of Liene offered a rather bleak and boring life.

Beorn's widow sniffled somewhere near Ghelm but otherwise hadn't said much to Lena since her arrival. Shock, she supposed.

Alone at last, or the closest she would was allowed to it, Lena let her breath become slow and steady as she surveyed the bloody room with heavy lidded eyes of pale green-grey. The dark lashes and kohl surrounding her eyes made them look more prominent against her fair skin and strange white hair.

Reaching down, Lena pulled off her dark calfskin glove and dipped her fingers in the pool of blood. She brought it up to her face and sniffed. There was a tang in the metallic scent, indicative of Beorn's violent and sudden end, although there was something else lingering there... something else. With her back turned to the small crowd, and Beorn's widow most thankfully, Lena's pink tongue protruded and she tasted the sampling of blood.

Ah, there it is. Sickly sweet yet bitter ale.

In one fluid motion the hunter stood from her crouched position. Her boots made nary a sound on the stained wooden floor as she turned and left the home and walked into a handful of villagers looking at her with a mixture of expectancy and caution. Fleetingly Lena's eyes met with Ghelm, and he quickly averted her gaze while thumbing the bandages over his raw wound. They didn't wait for her to get very far before pelting her with queries or demands as she walked to the town centre where her horse was tethered at the well.

"He fled that way toward the Cinder hills," Cyne pointed out to the gradually thickening trees. "Bring us the blighter's head, eh jaeger?" Cyne requested.

"Aye, I'll bring you the wolf," Lena nodded. She slid the leather reins free and mounted her horse. Her eyes darted along Cyne's expression then over to the Beorn's sobbing widow, and all the others who were poised on Lena's promise to enact revenge for them. Wordlessly, she left for the ancient forest.



Half a day's travel by horseback and Lena was beginning to think there was no werewolf. Everything looked right, but the magic in her body hadn't reacted to any of the clues as strongly as it should. The rhythmic jostling in the saddle with each step her horse took was beginning to put the huntress to sleep as she played over in her mind the scene the townsfolk had painted for her, and then what the evidence offered. Why hadn't she found any trace of him yet?

The dying light of the evening sun broke through the verdant canopy above, and slits of golden rays illuminated the forest floor nearby. The ground was damp from the previous night's rain which likely washed away much of what she'd been hoping to find, and yet--

Something caught her eye by some fallen leaves. Lena tugged the reins hard and dismounted, practically launching herself toward the spot. She knelt on the ground and dipped her head for a better look which caused her white hair to fall alongside her face, having come loose from the haphazard bun she pinned it into that morning.

With a gentle motion she swept the leaves away from the ground to reveal the prize beneath: a paw print full of last night's rain water. It was much larger than a normal wolf, with an elongated pad and thick claws puncturing the soft earth. Lena felt a familiar pang shoot through her veins like adrenaline as her magics detected something very tangibly inhuman. It was faint before, hardly a whisper erecting the small hairs on the back of her neck. Now it was stronger. More certain.

"Well... Burn me," she swore in pleasant surprise.

Won't be long now.

The Fall of Darth Vuth
Star Wars | F/NB x Any | Corruption | Redemption | Rival-mance

Moans of despair and pain filled her ears throughout the journey as the ship brought its herd of chattel back to the Sith academy on Korriban. A quiet groan passed the young Jedi's pink lips as she brought up her bound hands to wipe her brow and pushed away loose strands of black-brown hair. She was still covered in dirt from her skirmish with the Imperials a day before and it left dark ashen streaks across her pale skin, blocking out the few freckles that dotted her complexion.

More than two dozen were captured during the Empire's raid on Bezet, a small settlement on an even more obscure Outer Rim planet which had received Republic aid. There, a young Jedi Knight had been trying to fulfill the Code by offering help where she could to the destitute peoples whose original homeland was decimated by the Empire only a handful of months prior.

They came back to finish the job and did so swiftly and efficiently. This time, however, they brought the Sith with them and it only took a few of the dark side followers to kill the villagers and capture any stragglers who were of interest. Jaina was caught off guard and clearly outnumbered when the Sith arrived but she fought as well. For her size she was a considerably fiesty human and although her Masters stressed the importance of conflict being a last resort, it took Jaina no time to ruminate the ethics of the situation as villagers were being summarily executed in cold blood. She had no choice, it was defend them or die.

Despite her efforts the young Knight was forced into submission by an experienced dark side force user whose face had been obscured throughout the battle. After felling some of the Imperial soldiers it appeared she was actually holding her own, and so the Sith weakened both her mind and body so she could be taken prisoner with the rest.

After more than a torturous day-long journey the ship landed just beyond the gates of the academy, carved aeons ago into the face of the red rock, and surrounded by ancient Sith temples and tombs. The herd of skittish survivors were hauled off the ship. One by one the prisoners were sent out in a line to be examined by a human overseer near what jaina believed were training grounds, given the sounds of exhaustion and pain ringing from the sandy depths nearby where acolytes circled their 'foes' with predatory strides.

She wished she had her lightsaber, but it was left behind when she was captured.

The young Jedi paused mid step to look toward the horrible conditions and found herself transfixed not only by the cruelty of the Sith and their planet, but the sheer size of the the Academy and its surroundings. And the heat! Even in light flowing beige robes that didn't hide the slender athleticism of her body, it was becoming unbearable to simply exist in the same spot for more than a moment. Only a few steps off the ship and Jaina found herself absently licking her parched lips as the alien world surrounded her on all sides with imposing orange-red rock that went on as far as she could see.

"Faster, Republic dog!" snapped a bitter looking Imperial whose gaunt, angular face looked burnt by the sun. He gave a rough tug on the vibro-rope that connected them. The rope snapped threateningly between them to lash her if she didn't move quickly as commanded, and the Jedi was sensible enough to pick up the pace... unlike the poor rebellious villager who resisted such treatment behind her. He stopped abruptly and refused to move which ignited the ire of one of the Imperials. Before Jaina could react the man fell to his knees as he was struck from behind and cried aloud in pain. The Sith merely laughed and commented at his suffering.

One more mindful tug brought the aghast Jedi back to reality as she tore her clear grey eyes away from the injured man who surely wouldn't last very long against the acolytes in such condition. Looking forward again revealed to Jaina that she was not being brought to the training grounds with the others. Instead, she was led toward the Academy...

Dreaming of Electric Sheep
Futuristic cyber flair | Synthetic x Human | Noir | FxM

With her head lolled back, choppy blue-black hair tied up in a hasty pony tail, she looked kind of rough. That and the three-day healed shiner eclipsing her left eye showed she wasn't in peak condition, but otherwise the female officer was fine besides a wounded ego. Some would say she looked pretty, with a pointed nose, high cheekbones, and sumptuous full lips that pursed just right when she furrowed her brow. Though it was hard to see that beauty with so much anger burning in her hazel eyes as she glared at the pale limb laying across the cold steel table, warmth being sucked away.

A hiss pushed past her rosy lips as she laid her arm out on the desk and began to flex it. Her tendons felt tight and made it difficult to close her hand without an aching sensation beating at the core of every knuckle, sore enough deep down that she couldn't rub the ache away. Jeneva narrowed her eyes slightly as if concentrating would help her get over the pain. Normally she had a pretty good tolerance for that sort of thing, and normally she didn't get hurt in the field unless she was far outnumbered. After all, she was one of the best disposal agents the precinct had for years, and she had very few scars to show for it.

This time, she claimed the recently patched up stab wound in her upper arm was because she was caught off-hours investigating a side case to hunt a rogue replicant. But in truth it had been entirely her fault since she was crashing from her latest dose. Jen normally was on the ball even when she wasn't working - her specialization drew more foes than friends - though it hadn't slowed her down in the past. Maybe she'd just being too reckless when she chose not to top up?

"Hey Evie," came the melodious tone of another female officer, who slipped inside the small office with a cup of coffee in each hand that she balanced with ease. Jeneva snorted as Katerine placed one down for her.

"Are you sulking?" her coworker asked with a grin, since it wasn't often that Jeneva was humbled. The subsequent snort and glower ought to say enough. Her pained hiss turned into an irritated sigh and Jeneva pulled her arm back quickly as if ashamed by her injury; at the very least it was a little embarrassing. She turned toward nursing the cup of hot black coffee. It was bitter sludge but man did it ever put her head right.

"The Lieutenant wants to see you. More congrats for retiring that old skinjob I bet?" pondered Katerine and smirked some more. The praise did make Jeneva come out of her shell a bit.

"Fine, fine. I'm up. Getting more than four hours of sleep is apparently asking too much for taking down a replicant while off duty," Jeneva retorted. Though it wasn't a lack of sleep that had her on edge. Like a testament to her toned physique, Jeneva stood up fluidly and snatched her dusty grey jacket off the back of the chair. Then she made a bee-line for the corridor. Unlike most of the uniformed officers present, Jen wore street clothes: a simple pair of dark jeans, boots, and a worn grey tank top that showed off her tattoos - most notably the top of a mandala peaking between her breasts, and a snake-like ouroboros on the back of her neck.

At the end of the long corridor and to the left was the Lieutenants' office. She knocked once to announce herself and then passed through the unlocked door to stand in a minimalist corner room, lined with shelves of case files and books. The windows that made up the back wall of his office showed off a rainy night and blanketed him in a neon aura.

"Officer Rosek," said the Lieutenant. He'd been on the force for years longer than the greying at his dusky temples hinted. He stood up after greeting her and motioned to go back out. Wordlessly she followed him into the hall again and he turned in the direction of the private holding cells.

"Lieutenant Vasser?" Jen inquired, once they got away from the din of the crowded main hall.

"There was a new homicide case brought to us yesterday," Vasser began to explain while still not looking at Jen.

"Another death at the Kanoi block with the same ties to the black market as the previous vic." Jen had heard about the new murder on her way back in that morning. Vasser nodded, verifying the correlation.

"We believe the death is connected to another from last month. These aren't just low-life weapon smugglers and people with illegal medical degrees cutting out cybernetics. This goes deeper, I want you on it," he told her flatly. Vasser canted his head toward her bandaged arm. It was healing fast but she wasn't in peak condition.

"We arranged to get you a partner, actually." He handed her the tablet he'd been glancing at as they spoke. Jen's eyes flicked across the screen quickly as she began to absorb the information. Some of it she hadn't been privy to, but it was mostly a compilation of old case files One in particular was a cold case from over five years ago involving a replicant from the force and a terrorist who attacked the city multiple times, targeting those who were big business allies of Nexus with bombings, hijacked skinjobs, the works - then they suddenly stopped.

The replicant officer was way off baseline for several days following his forcible return to the precinct, and then he was destroyed. That had been the story, anyway. It was highly classified and the source of rumours for several months until it all faded back into obscurity.

"...He was retired," Jen said. There was a mixture of alarm and confusion faintly mingled into her tone as she looked up at Vasser.

"Not exactly," Vasser replied.

Well, shit.

Ties that Bind
Warcraft | Revenge | Adventure | Bondage | Demon Hunter x Warlock | F/NB x A

Ellendra Truesky was the daughter of a Darnassian sentinel. Her mother raised her on the stories of her many great adventures in Ashenvale and Darkshore before she set up shop as a fletcher. Her arrows were prized among the kal'dorei - or so she claimed, with a wink, for they always shot true to their mark. She trained to become a sentinel as well.

But it was not the keen edge of an arrow that she guided to her prey now. Instead, the last thing they saw if they were lucky was the glint of sharpened warglaives delivering that final blow.

When she was awoken from her imprisonment in the great Vault, she was greeted to a world on fire. Swirling portals once again spewed forth demonic agents to sunder every village and city they were released upon until nothing but ash was left. So then, it suited the new order to begrudgingly send Ellendra and her kin forth to do what they did best: hunt. It sated a deep desire in her core to be back in her element. Although, occasionally she strained against the leash of her masters until she found her footing at the hall and grew in power.

Now she roamed relatively freely across the Broken Isles dispatching demons recently summoned into existence. She was a ruthless hunter, too, who was not dissuaded when it occasionally took some days to find her target as was the current situation. Demons were clever creatures, after all. Though she was more clever...

Or so she believed.

She crouched on a rocky outcropping that gave her a wide view of Faronaar. The terrain was blanched from felfire and she blended in nicely upon the shadowy recess overlooking a high cavern. Swathed in black leather breeches and a cropped cuirass which left much of her dusty mauve skin exposed. Strong limbs marked by the curvature of her lean muscle were a testament to the feral athleticism innate in the kal'dorei and her physique had only been improved upon since her induction to the Illidari. The only thing that was visible was a hint of vibrant green eyes muted by a band of cloth she tied across them, with two thick locks of violet hair framing her angular face. The rest was loose to her shoulders before being gathered in a thick haphazard braid down to her mid-back.

The demon hunter lay in wait for some time until at last her target appeared. A portal crackled to life just inside the mouth of the cave to reveal a red skinned man'ari in elaborate robes. Once a great eredar according to her source, he was a mage corrupted by the promise of power like so many others before him. They crossed paths before and he was fortunate to escape with those last vestiges of arcane magic he could still harness.

He trotted into the reclusive hovel with purpose. His high crested brow furtively moved about and clawed hands shifted across a few worn tomes on an old black stone altar in the centre of the small chamber. Was he searching for something? Her brow to raise in curiosity, but only for a few seconds. The demon hunter descended quietly from her hiding spot with barely a flutter of her demonic wings. Runes etched into her skin like jagged scars suddenly became alight with a sickly green energy as she drew from the contained power within to fuel her sudden, stealthy attack.

With a cry she lunged forward and the man'ari had barely enough time to turn around at her approach. He howled in pain as she jutted a glaive up through his side, causing viscous green blood to pour from the wound. But it would take another strike and another to put him down in a blurred whirlwind of blades until she alone remained standing. It was empowering, yes, but it felt oddly... easy.

When the deed was done she panted hard, huffing down at the red skinned demon whose eyes were still wide open with terror. The demonized kal'dorei raked her glaives across the man'ari's sorcerer's once vibrant robes to rid them of his fel blood. However, something faint crackled in the air that tugged at the back of her mind. Sparks flew across her sightless eyes as her spectral sight detected something awry. She hovered over him with her warglaives out at the ready.

A growl left her throat before she could truly discern what the threat was.

"Tch," a cool voice clucked their tongue. Masculine and velvety. In only that one sound he exuded both charisma and haughtiness.

Her head canted slightly, causing her dark violet hair to slip across her face. The demon hunter craned her head to look across her shoulder at the figure standing in a swirling miasma of corrupted energies. It was difficult to see their face obscured as it was but the smell rolling off him was telltale: fel corruption. The muscles in her arms and core tensed as she flicked her warglaives forward into a battle ready position again.

"Who are you?" she ordered in that strange hollow voice.

"He was so promising. It's a shame he revealed himself to be such a fool." A whimsical sigh followed as the seemingly unafraid magic user ignored the huntress.

She bared her fanged teeth and whipped around. "I don't have the patience for these games," murmured the demon hunter. She rushed forward in a streak of felfire and lashed into the miasma - only to find her blades connecting to nothing at all. The momentum of her attack carried her forward through the shadowy figure into an awkward abrupt end. Her agility counted for nothing if there was no foe to hit.

For the first time in ages, a chill of concern crept up her spine.

"Quite impatient, aren't you?" he admonished her with a condescending chuckle. She whipped her head around, sending her hair flying about her face as she glared into the silhouette. She could make out an elf's ears. "I imagine it would be very fun to toy with you. However, you did slaughter my minion and that deserves punishment."

Her brow contorted into a hateful furrow as the tattoos across her body lit up more than before. It burned her on the inside, spurring her on to another attack while another battle cry tore from her mouth.

This time she leapt at him but a force stopped her hard. It felt like the air was sucked from her lungs as the huntress was sent hurtling back into the cave landing hard with her weapons scattered. She shot up to reclaim them yet that same force pulled her back like a great weight on her ankles and wrists. Even around her neck she felt a growing tightness.

From the entrance of the cave the mysterious figure walked towards her in a trail of smoke. His ashen hand was raised and the invisible manacles grew tighter. The ground under her changed, blossoming into a fel sigil that burned into the rock outlining her new prison.

"Perhaps some time to think on your hastiness?" he said, inclining his head at the fiery demon hunter.

She was on her knees now with legs spread slightly, trying to poise herself to leap up with all her strength. Arms thrashed forward until the invisible bindings became taut and she could not quite reach him with her sharpened fingers. The ghost of a smirk formed on his thin lips as the imprisoned huntress screamed in fury.



He left her there. His maniacal laugh danced through her mind like a parting gift she could not shake.

The huntress seethed for a long while, shouting in anger and then in shock at what transpired. How could this sort of magic affect her? Her pride took a blow significantly more powerful than the one against her chest which stopped her second attack in its tracks. The huntress became tired from her vain battle against the magical prison that encased her in that remote cave. Her stomach ached for a bit of sustenance after the time spent tracking her target without eating or sleeping.

She watched the skies turn black, orange and dim again as a day passed. Only a single day spent in banishment and already she was suffering.

Every so often her runes flared at a nearby demon's presence. It jolted her awake and kept her unhappily alert so that all she could focus on was the gnawing ache in her core and a very faint hope someone or something might come her way. The irony of possibly striking a deal with a demon was not lost on her, either.

Title TBA
Space opera | Colonization | Space pirates | Arranged partnership | F/NB x Any

Lovell city spaceport - Luna - 3:15pm


Eyes like a tumultuous teal sea gazed out of the spaceport's flush floor to ceiling window. Cool pale light carved out her lean muscled yet undoubtedly feminine silhouette. It made her fair skin look ghostly against her dark, sleek uniform and the neatly piled vibrant red hair that framed her face. A small UNN sigil was patched on the right side of her chest.

She arrived early, as usual, and watched unmoving for about a half hour leading up to the posted boarding time. The monochromatic landscape of Luna's rocky surface melded seamlessly with dusty metal was almost hypnotic to watch. Entrenched tugs moved cabins of people to and from various points of interest, and it gave her a distinctly calm feeling that she hadn't felt in years.

She could see the ship from there: UNN-Defiant. A massive cylindrical generational ship that would be her new home for years to come. Ariana barely noticed the pin pricks of excitement and nervousness that swan through her nervous system.

This would be nothing like the UNN, she knew that from the start. But that was the whole point.

Her mother and father both had been Commanders who famously carved out a name for themselves during the UN-MCR war. They had high hopes their daughter would rise in the ranks of the UN Navy and surpass the long family line of lieutenants and commanders into Captainhood or beyond. Well, Ariana hadn't quite done that - she served as an ensign for two years with a medical specialization, though her true passion had been biology. She reached lieutenant class but it was a short lived victory. Not long after the incident happened.

No one blamed her for leaving to pursue her doctorate after. She ignored her parents' protests through the whole application process of rigorous physical and psych evals. It was all more tolerable than hearing them hum and haw about her position in the Navy. Thankfully, her clout with the UNN secured her one favour: she would retain her rank, and spearhead the biology department on the Defiant initiative.

'Boarding for the Defiant will begin in five minutes' blared the loudspeaker. The velvety female voice made Ariana blink once, twice, then look away from the window.

As if on cue her hand terminal lit up. Ari picked up the gently humming terminal and brought it into view. The name - Cmdr. Fae Galven - projected across the translucent screen. She considered it for a moment but then tucked the terminal back into her pocket. Her mother would send a message and Ariana would find time to see it before they left Sol. Probably.



Ariana had been on the Defiant for almost two weeks and quickly fell into a familiar routine between work, research, and leisure time. Some people lamented to her about how it would be hard to get used to, how some people went mad too long in space. Yet Ari found that having thousands of warm bodies hurtling through the black for a years-long voyage actually wasn't that bad so far. It was like being back in the Navy but with fewer protocols and less formal pretence. Despite the streamlined if boring life she began to carve out, something always had to go sideways...

"This is a non-issue. It's so low priority you'd have to wait a month for maintenance to do the rewire. But you know the O2 levels are normal, you run the tests every day." The engineer spoke quietly with her, and his gaze was sympathetic but frustrated. He could plainly see it wasn't the answer she wanted.

"The point is I shouldn't have to," she shot back frostily. Ariana had her arms crossed and leaned against the doorway of the biology research lab. Her once neat bun was replaced by a more relaxed pony tail that fell in front of her shoulder. She tossed a sidelong glance at the wall panel nearby. Graphs and readings moved smoothly across the screen except for one small section in the top corner. The O2 reader had been coming up with errors since day three, and she loathed the blinking red button.

The sterile chrome and white room behind her had a few other members of the team flitting between tables, with two sealed entrances through the corridor branching to hydroponics and the horticulture biome. Occasionally, someone would dare to look up when they were confident Dr. Galven was turned away. A dozen members of the engineering department had come by that week already and it usually ended with her berating them out of the room in short order, which proved extremely entertaining. Fortunately, unlike the others, Ariana knew Ian from their UNN days and wasn't so quick to snap.

Seeing that she wouldn't back down, he sighed. "You know I can't mod the list without approval, Ari."

Her mouth set into a firm line and she pushed off the doorway. "Fine," responded Ariana. She looked toward the hall expecting him to go.

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