ReluctantGrace
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“Come, Dragonborn. Attend to Master Einarth.”
My mind races. So this is how knowledge of the Voice is imparted.
“Attend to Master Einarth, so that he can impart to you his understanding of "Ro",” Arngeir insists, his voice cool like grey stone. There is no impatience in it, but no compassion nor room for argument either.
In for a mede, in for a septim... Reluctantly, I obey, and open my mouth to accept the entry of his sacred flesh.
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At this distance, even in the dim candlelight, I can make out the faces of the prisoners within. I realize with disquiet that their faces are, to a man, contorted in open lust. A few groping hands even snake out of the bars, but the smash of a cudgel on the bars makes them shrink back. Behind the bars though, hungry eyes stare out at me, like wolves slavering at a piece of meat.
He places a hand on my naked shoulder. The gesture is gentle, almost paternal. “Remember, I want names.”
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I love it, I hate it. I hate that I love it. Abandoning myself to the downward spiral.
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Mari should have never let slip that she was well-versed in the arts of the healer. But she'd been too eager to delay the defloration she surely knew had to be inevitable, and so had blabbered on to the Garleans about how she'd be a good little healer to the troops. How the other "comfort women", one and all from Doma, had glared at her, sullen contempt in their eyes for the eager little collaborationist whore.
And then the hooded schadenfreude in their eyes, when the Garleans dragged her anyway, by the hair, to the middle of the castrum mess hall, where a knot of Garlean legionaries had already begun to congregate...
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By now, she is rather certain that the only reason the Scions are still alive, maybe the only reason the Crystarium is still standing, is so he gets to do this.
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- Part 3 of Problematic Smutty Short Stories
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25 Jan 2024
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Going through Shadowbringers on Mari. I think about this fic a lot.
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My fingers came up and gently trailed along the black marker marring my skin. My eyes lowered. It wasn’t the large, black, boldly displayed letters that spelled out the word WHORE across my chest that had me truly crippled with fear in that moment, but the letters printed beneath them, below my belly, across my lower abdomen… large, menacing... a word with more far reaching implications than the simple derogatory insult someone who would drug and rape a woman might throw at them. No, this was far more unsettling, far more frightening. Drawn across my lower bellow, just above the neatly groomed curls nestled between my legs, written in black maker, in capital letters, was the word MINE.
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19 Aug 2023
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I have such a strangely visceral reaction to this fic. It's under my skin. Reading it, thinking about it makes me extremely anxious in a way that feels almost akin to self-harm. It's the first piece of smut/romance I've ever read where I'm finding the idea of a HEA with the protagonist and the "love interest" intensely loathsome. The fact that it seems to be heading there is stressing me out viscerally. Ellie's sinking slowly, slowly into the quicksand and I can't look away. Her reactions (and his) feel so vividly real and grounded that I have to actively remind myself that these are not real things happening to real people.
(30) taking a break here for my mental health. amazing fic but this is stressing me out too much. don't have the emotional bandwidth for this right now. lol