SnK: Jean x Reader [Period Pains] It was in the dead of night. The stars glittered outside the window, the crescent moon illuminating the room and washing the outside world in white. It couldn't have been earlier than 3 in the morning.More Like This
You were peacefully asleep in bed, soundlessly laying next to your boyfriend, who let out the occasional soft snore and gave off body heat like a human furnace.
With a deep inhale, you unconsciously rolled over away from him to cool down. Your stomach suddenly twisted painfully, to which you partially awoke to. Your stomach cramped again, and you held back a whimper, trying to ignore it and hopefully fall back asleep.
The snarling cramps kept up, and you sighed in pain, wishing they'd go away and not knowing what was causing them.
And then, you felt the most dreaded feeling in the world.
An uncomfortable, unmistakable dampness between your legs.
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Baldur's Gate: Chapter 4 - Burial Stones A serene morning forest hums with a gentle breeze rustling through its leaves. The ambient of the local bird chirps softly from every-which-way as though surrounding the area but soft enough to not be all engulfing. There, sitting motionless, is one Fiona Winters, eyes shut and skin bleached white.More Like This
The sounds of foot-falls approaches her and stop just short of upon her. The individual crouches down to examine the body, nudging it cautiously.
"Hey," the woman murmurs.
Prompted by a few more taps, Fiona lets out a gasp and her eyes pop open, peering around wildly. She huffs with heavy breaths as she tries t
Baldur's Gate: Chapter 2 - Rats in the LarderIt was a clear morning day on the first of Mirtul and new concerns had started cropping up on the tongues of concern countrymen. Yet these concerns were but a whisper within the walls of Candlekeep. Today - was just another ordinary day.More Like This
Fiona was in Reever's storehouse clearing out the infamous rat infestation. There, sitting on a webbed-covered barrel, was our dear elven lass waiting idly by as she watched a shadowy feline figure dart behind the scenes. After the sounds of crashing crates and sharp scratching of claws upon wooden boards, the little black cat emerged triumphant with its prey clutched within his teeth. He peered up to her expectantly.
"What?" She replied sharply. "My hands are too delicate for such brutish undertakings."
The cat growled and paraded off around the rest of the storehouse with his trophy.
"And I can -do- without the attitude mister!" Fiona informed him. With a brisk sigh she hopped off the barrel.
Baldur's Gate: Prelude - In the Cover of DarknessIt was of the year 1349 when a heavy downpour drenched the mighty citadel of Candlekeep. It was a day much like any other with a storm that was not uncommon along the bluffs of the Sword Coast. What was uncommon was the horse-pulled wagon that wobbled along the eastern road.More Like This
The mud made the traveling difficult and the hooded canvas kept its occupants relatively dry. Only the driver suffered the weather. What made this scene odd was its arrival at such an ungodly hour of the night and in such conditions. Candlekeep was but a stronghold of knowledge with considerable entry fees. Whoever transverse the lands thusly was a desperate lot indeed.
The main gates opened when the guards spotted their arrival from afar. Emerging forth was a slender armored figured accompanied by a somewhat heavy-set fellow bearing a hooded lantern.
The wagon came to a halt several yards from them and the stout fellow came trumping forward, feet slapping up puddles