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darthannie · 5 months

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day twenty-six: thigh riding with neil lewis

pairing: Neil Lewis x f!reader word count: 821 warnings: kissing, thigh riding, Neil is fully clothed (reader not so much), getting caught(ish) a/n: It is indeed the new year, but I don't wanna dnf so these will still be coming out! I think they're fun! kinktober masterlist

“I guess I’ll see ya next time,” you muttered as you got up to gather your things. Everyone had already gone from movie night and it was just you and Neil.

He reached out to stop you “Wait, why don’t you stay? I could toss on 2001 or Night of the Living Dead or something?”

You considered it. “Throw on Psycho. Seen it a thousand times, but never with you, ya know?”

“Right! Yeah, sure,” he got up and milled around for a second, before walking towards a shelf labeled “HITCHCOCK”. His finger ran across the tapes, “Let’s see… got it!” He ran back and put the movie in the player.

You sat back down on the couch and he sat next to you. The energy was similar to being alone with a high school crush for the first time. You readjusted to lay down on his lap.

“What are you doing?”, he asked as a grin formed.

“Getting comfortable.” You adjusted your head in his lap and he shifted his body. You laid your hand over his thigh, squeezing slightly. He laid his arm over your body. You’d never touched each other this much. The most contact you’d given each other was eye contact.

You stayed like this for a while, adjusting slightly here and there. About halfway into the film, you felt his hand moving towards the hem of your shirt. He tested the waters, slowly lifting your shirt and laying his palm flat against your skin.

“Neil…” you said as you turned on your back.

“Yes?”, he responded, hoping you weren’t about to tell him to stop.

“Why are you touching me like that?” You sat up and faced him.

He immediately removed his hand and became rather sheepish. He stuttered a bit as he said. “I just thought- I thought maybe- Maybe- You know- You maybe felt some kind of way about me.”

You stared at him for a moment before your lips crashed into his.

He cocked his head over and pulled you in closer. His hand went back to your waist but this time it moved down to the button of your jeans. Feeling bold, you pulled away and got up to remove your pants yourself.

“Those too,” he said gesturing to your underwear. He watched you closely. You smirked and chuckled lightly. You took them off and dropped them to the floor.

“Now come here.”

You shifted towards him. He reached out and grabbed your arm, pulling you down right on his thigh. Your bare skin on his clothed thigh felt weird, but not uncomfortable. His hands landed on your hips as you settled on him.

“Move.” His eyes were stuck on yours, waiting for you to follow his plea. You bucked your hips slightly. Your knee was in between his legs, brushing softly against him through his pants. He let out a sigh as you continued to buck your hips. You leaned forward and put your head in the crook of his neck, kissing him and moaning softly as you continued rutting up against him.

You felt so needy. His hands reached around and he grabbed your ass, pulling you towards him. He kept his hands there as you cupped his face to kiss him. He pulled away and kissed your neck, nipping at your skin lightly. Your moans got a little louder but they stopped when you heard familiar voices outside.

Your eyes widened. You hopped off him and quickly pulled your pants back on. Neil tried his best to hide his erection and the wet spot that had formed on his thigh. The rustling of keys stopped, and the voices got louder as the door opened. The full-blown conversation turned into murmurs as Jonathan and Lucien saw the two of you on separate sides of the couch. You sat up pin straight and Neil cleared his throat.

“Forget something?”, Neil asked. The two men by the door looked between you and Neil.

Jonathan smirked, “Yeah I just left my cell behind the counter. Lucian, did you forget anything?”

Lucian felt the awkward energy in the room and he did not like it. “No, I didn’t,” he stepped towards the door saying, “See you tomorrow!” before running out. Jonathan trailed behind him, putting the key in the door, turning it, and checking the knob to make sure it didn’t budge.

“See you tomorrow, guys,” said Jonathan. He pulled the door back and turned to look at the both of you. “Two things,” he pointed at you, “Your underwear is on the floor. AND if you guys are FINALLY gonna get together, anywhere but the couch. Please.”

“Sure thing!”, you shouted as he left. You didn’t even face him as you said it. Your eyes were stuck on the screen.

When he left, you looked over at Neil who had a smirk on his face. Everything was about to happen on that couch.

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@devotedlyshadowytheorist, @dxnger-dxys, @tommyshelbywhore, @quinnlilias,@madnessandobsession, @mvpr-moon, @nela-cutie, @faebirdie, @charmed-asylum, @anasanthology, @ilikefictionalmen, @akanne-aka, @no-fooking-fighting,@queenofstresss, @flwrs4aust, @mrkdvidal1989, @00hsv, @laylasbunbunny

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy fic #kinktober ‘23 #cillian x reader #neil lewis x f!reader #neil lewis smut #neil lewis x reader #neil lewis x you

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lilac-witch · 1 month

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Hii can I request a eris vanserra x mate!reader fic. Like they have been mayed for a long long time, and the inner circle wants to caputre her to put some pressure on eris, and lucian tells them not to becaus she is a very kind person. But they go with it and find out she is pregnant. Some Angry eris. Sorry if its a lot, I have had it on my mind for a long time, but i cant write

Bedlam - Eris Vanserra x Reader

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Summary: Reader is kidnapped by the inner circle in an attempt to persuade Eris. Only, their plot doesn't end the way they intended. Meaning: "a scene or state of wild uproar and confusion" Word Count: 781 Warnings: Strong language, mentions of murder.

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"So we're all clear on the plan?" Rhys questioned, eyes meeting those of his inner circle.

Cassian, Azriel and Mor nodded in confirmation.

"Right, get in as quickly as you can, as silent as you can. We'll meet back here in an hour."

“You’re going to regret it.”

All eyes turned to Lucian Vanserra, who stood leaning against the doorframe.

“I think we’re ok, Lucian, but thank you for your concern,” Rhys drawled.

Lucian shook his head before slowly exiting the room. “It’s your funeral.”

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The day had begun as usual. The sun had filtered through the sheer fabric of the curtains, illuminating the bedroom with the soft light of morning. Eris had placed gentle kisses on her neck before making his way into the bathroom, preparing for a gruelling day full of meetings.

Y/n had eaten her breakfast on the terrace, as she did every morning, and observed Eris' prized smokehounds engage in play fights. For creatures that were supposed to strike fear in the hearts of the most fearsome warriors, to her they just looked like balls of fluff.

And then everything took a turn for the worst.

Swirling shadows enveloped her body, dragging her up and away from her seat. Y/n could vaguely make out the tattooed arms that caged her to a solid chest. Before she could scream, a cloth was placed gently over her mouth. Hard enough to muffle the noise, yet soft enough to allow her to breathe.

Y/n's mind went into overdrive, her fear sparking down that golden mating bond. There was nothing she could do as she watched the red and orange trees of Autumn disappear from view, nothing she could do when day turned to night.

At last, those shadows dissipated from around her body, revealing the faces of seven people. At the centre of the group stood Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court.

She watched as his lips twitched into a devasting grin.

"Apologies for the abrupt departure, lady, but-"

"I hope you are not likening kidnapping to a consensual trip, my lord, because they are very much not the same thing," she hissed, teeth bared in challenge.

"I will admit, our methods were slightly... unceremonious, but necessary nonetheless."

Y/n stared wide eyes, mouth agape, at the raven-haired High Lord. How dare he! How dare he attempt to justify his actions!

A sudden wave of nausea drifted over her, stomach twisting.

"Oh gods, I think I'm going to be sick," she muttered, a hand coming to rest over her slightly rounded stomach.

Feyre's eyes widened in alarm, swiftly summoning a bucket and passing it over. Y/n hunched over and hurled, the stress finally consuming her.

"You idiot, Rhys! She's pregnant and you just stole her from her home!" Feyre shouted at her mate, guilt and sympathy crawling up her throat.

"Feyre darling, I swear I didn't know! If I had, we would have never gone ahead with the plan," Rhys pleaded, eyes flashing in apology.

"I should fucking hope so Rhysand, because you had no right, no fucking right to abduct my mate," a voice growled from behind the High Lord of Night.

Eris...

Her mate strode in, a vision of power and fury. The fire that flowed through his veins now glowed brightly in his eyes, highlighting the level of his anger, and the temper that threatened to tear the room apart.

He was at her side in an instant, hand raising to rest over hers on her stomach, lips meeting her forehead gently.

"Are you alright, love?"

Y/n waved him off. "Fine darling, more irritated than anything else."

Eris turned to the inner circle, teeth bared. "I'm in half a mind to slaughter you all for the stress you've caused my mate and unborn child."

Rhys stepped forward, hands raised in surrender. "I swear on the Mother, Eris, had we known, we would have never touched her. You have my most sincere apologies. We were simply looking for a way to persuade you to join our cause."

"And you thought the best way was to kidnap my pregnant mate? Not to simply ask first?" he hissed, arms having circled around her waist protectively.

No one moved, let alone spoke. It was as though the air in the room had frozen, freezing everything in the frame.

"If I ever catch you in Autumn again.... if I ever catch you looking at my mate, let alone touching her, I will obliterate you before you have a chance to retaliate," Eris swore, giving each member of the inner circle one last vicious look, before winnowing them back to the safety of their home.

After a moment of silence, Cassian's voice filled the void.

"Well, I guess future vacations in Autumn are out of the question."

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Hi lovelies!

As you might have seen, I had a 2k draft ready that seemingly deleted itself :(

So while I attempt to rewrite that draft, I thought I would quickly write something for the last request in my inbox, as an apology for the delay :)

I'm very excited for the posts to come, even after the lost draft fiasco, and I can't wait to share everything with you!

Tag List: @mybestfriendmademe

#acotar #rhysand #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #cassian #eris vanserra #eris acotar #eris x reader #feyre archeron #mor acotar #amren #amren acotar #autumn court #night court

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slut4thebroken · 3 months

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Hear me out: Dominant Neil Lewis saying this to his best friend “I don’t like people touching what’s mine.” Because Neil is so the type who hates it when someone’s attention isn’t on him like he’s possessive and desperate for it.

Barely proofread lol but enjoy <3

I’m trying to get better at being able to post fics that don’t have a difinitive start and end lol. That’s the main reason it takes me so long to write :,)

“Dude, you look like you’re gonna blow a blood vessel or something.” Lucian said, making Neil huff.

“She’s letting some random dickhead feel her up!” He said defensively, throwing his arms around in a wild gesture at the appalling sight.

“She’s a grown adult… She can do what she wants.” Jonathan spoke carefully, not wanting to set him off even more. “And he’s barely even touched her..”

“You know what? If she’s gonna act so careless, it’s only right that I look out for her.” He said, now sounding more determined than angry.

“Neil… don’t do something stupid.” Lucien’s warning fell on deaf ears though.

“He’s definitely gonna do something stupid..” Jonathan said to the other man just as Neil started storming over.

“Finding everything okay?” He gritted with a forced smile, practically glaring daggers at the douchebag who thought he could come into his store and touch his friend like some fucking pervert.

“Yeah, man. Thanks…” He replied, sounding a little confused. You gave Neil a questioning look, but he ignored it and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into him. “Oh.. Sorry, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.” He said to you, his tone almost making Neil feel guilty because the man genuinely seemed like he felt bad about this whole thing.

“I don’t.” You said in a low voice, looking up at Neil and glaring at him.

“Yeah well she’s not interested in dating right now anyway.” He said definitively, making your eyes narrow even more.

“Yes I am.”

“You’re not even her type.” That made you scoff, even though.. he was technically correct. “If you’re not planning on renting a movie you can see yourself out.” Neil said sweetly, giving the man a saccharine smile.

“Uh… okay then.” He said awkwardly, giving you another look before finally walking out.

“What the fuck was that?” You hissed, gently elbowing him in the stomach to get him off of you.

“Sexual harassment is not tolerated at Gumshoe Video.” You stared at him for a moment, trying to read his tone, but you quickly realized that he wasn’t joking.

“You can’t be serious.” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“He’s not even your type anyway, I don’t get why you were talking to him in the first place.”

“It’s called making a friend. If you tried that every once in a while, you might have more friends than just the three people in this room.” You were quickly getting more frustrated and annoyed with him.

“That’s what friendship is? So I can start feeling you up then?” You rolled your eyes at his immature response.

“God- Neil, you can’t keep doing this!”

“I don’t like people touching what’s mine.” He said in a low voice as he took a step closer, bringing a light blush to your cheeks.

“We’ve been over this,” You sighed.

“Yeah, we have. And yet you seem to keep forgetting.” He snarked. Knowing this conversation wasn’t going to get you anywhere, you rolled your eyes and walked over to flop down onto the couch next to Jonathan. He gave you an apologetic smile and you laughed quietly in response. Honestly you were surprised Neil didn't have a problem with you interacting with his friends. Maybe he just knew that they wouldn’t be stupid enough to try and make a move on you.

“You're welcome by the way, for saving you from that creep.” He called out, making you roll your eyes again with an exaggerated huff. You’re not going to ever admit it because he’d start using it as an excuse for acting like this, but you were a little uncomfortable with the way that guy was touching you. Sure it was a playful hand on your shoulder, but you felt embarrassed and awkward, especially because you could practically feel Neil’s eyes on you throughout the whole interaction.

“I was fine.” You grumbled, sinking into the couch a little and sulking. Truthfully, you kind of liked his protective nature. It made you feel wanted. But the longer this went on, the stronger that feeling became, making him even more overbearing to the point where you wondered if you’d ever actually be able to get a boyfriend while you were still friends with Neil.

#neil lewis smut #neil lewis x reader #neil lewis #watching the detectives #cillian murphy #smut prompt list #smut prompts

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nerdieforpedro · 2 months

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What I want from you

Lucian Flores x plus size female reader

This fic is for those 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 430

Summary: Lucian has wanted many things from you over the years, can he have any of them?

Warnings: Infidelity, angst, unprotected P in V, that gold chain, riding, soft Lucian? (Did I make this scamp soft? What am I doing?)

Notes: Felt I should add something to the Lucian Flores fanfic pile. I was going for more smut but it didn’t quite go there. I like the pensive mood of it. ☺️ Didn’t beta it so all mistakes are mine.

Main Masterlist / Lucian Flores Masterlist

His feet took him to you each time but you placed different people between the two of you. It’s been a year since he’s been inside your home, having you pressed up against your headboard while your husband was away on some financial conference again. He normally left you at home, desperate for affection. He remembered bracing you with one arm wedged across your belly, between your heavy breasts. The marks on your back were a mix of your own stretched skin and both from his hands pressing into your body. Your bodies writhing together in heated movements as he called your name and you moaned his. After, he’d request you lay across him, thick leg draped over him, hand on his chest, lips to his neck. He knew he could stay overnight, that your husband wouldn’t be home, but it wasn’t his house. He would have one like this for you one day. As long as he got his break soon.

A short rest was all the two of you needed and you’d have his chain in your mouth straddling him before sinking down on his length. Watching you press your full weight on him, cupping his face with your thumbs opening his mouth to hear him pant for you. Never would he allow another woman’s hands in his mouth or have hers on his gold chain.

Lucian had been willing to give it to you long before that man placed a ring on your finger. He hadn’t been stable then, his films just barely broke even. He couldn’t achieve his vision, not yet. He wanted to do it with you, always encouraging him, telling him he could make it, people would want to see his work. With you, your voice could have taken you so far, but you settled for accounting - respectable but not you. Not as Lucian remembered you.

He stands at your door now, aware of your new address after your divorce with that man who tried to snuff out your light as he saw it. He would tell all the things he wanted to back them both before your marriage and during it. Make you understand, make a home with you.

Answering your door in a black cotton nightgown and meeting his gaze, he stood on your threshold waiting.

Would you let him in? Let him love you?

Is Lucian capable of it with you being unattached?

Ushering him inside and closing your front door, the two of you might decide to begin a path together if you can get back out of the bed.

Followers of that Gold chain glow 🌟: @rhoorl @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

#pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #lucien flores #the uninvited #Lucian Flores x plus size female reader #Nerdie fic

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mrsmikaelson · 9 months

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My Human

Human Reader X Elijah Mikaelson

Summary: Elijah Mikaelson's Girlfriend Is Caught In The Crossfire With The Original's First Bloodline Vampire

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Y\N wakes up with chains around her ankles and wrists after being knocked out.

"Where am I ?" she asks herself looking around

It was a fancy penthouse house you could see all of New Orleans from every angle

"Sweet Y/N is finally awake" A male voice appears without revealing his face

“Are you sure we’re doing the right thing?" Another Voice spoke, his voice filled with worry.

"The best way to upset the Original is to steal the thing most precious to him"

"Hey, I'm not an object" Y/N snapped trying to break free

The woman's vision begins to blur together with an unbearable pain when she looks at her foot, a piece of wood is seen embedded in her flesh.

“Oh, isn’t this poor little thing in pain?” The same guy who talked about pissing off an original cooed and lifted Y/N's head with his finger. His face shifted to his vampire one and he snarled, showing his fangs.

“It’s too bad Elijah can’t save you, I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he realised that you’re dead."

" I can't wait to see Elijah cut out your tongue and then your heart... But I think he prefers a more special torture"

" ENOUGH, enough of this nonsense .. it's time for my food"

The man displayed his fangs, then thrust into the young woman's neck, letting the blood flow.

Y/N point Of View

Unbearable pain shout through my neck as his fangs clamped down on my neck, I screamed as the pain shot through my whole body. I vaguely remembered that Elijah said that a vampires bite would hurt bad, of course Elijah has already fed from me, a few times but there has been blood sharing. This is not at all pleasant as it is with my Lijah

I screamed feeling my body giving way when I hear screams and see some bodies of men standing outside being thrown lifeless

"Elijah...."

"Elskan, I'm going to get you out of here." Just seeing my boyfriend's face relieves me.

Seeing him like that, so lethal somehow moved me, a fight was fought between him and the guy who caught me in the first place.

"Lucian, I hope hell is nice this time of year ." Elijah said with his vampire face

"You can't kill me , I'm much better than an Original, my bite can kill you..." Lucian said mockingly

"You're absolutely right, until we find a way to kill you I can't do the honors but nobody said about torture. You know I love torturing anyone who hurts my family"

With that a piece of wood was hurled towards Lucian's abdomen and my rescuer came to pick me up.

"It's safe, let's go home... Niklaus takes care of him"

"He drank from me, I'm too weak" I said without looking at him, fearing that this would increase his thirst.

"Elskan, look at me. No problem, I'll heal you and I'll carry you myself" Elijah bit his own wrist bringing it to my mouth

When the metallic taste hit my tongue I felt relief from the pain, from the fear of it all, my wounds started to heal as he saw the wood in my flesh

"He will suffer, won't he? "

"I sure do hope Freya can find a way to make him ordinary so I can kill him with my own hands" Elijah blocks my view of Nik dragging Lucian's body out of the room.

"Elijah ... Thank you"

" For what?"

" Everything"

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it... I did it with all the love and care I did with Hope Mikaelson

#always and forever #the originals #elijah mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson

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space-writes · 2 months

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character voice tag

tagged by @ceph-the-ghost-writer thank you! i’m so happy my little tag game has come back to me <3

Rules: Rewrite the line of dialogue from the person who tagged you into the voice of your OC’s! (You can include a short beat of action to help establish character if you want.) Pass on the tag with a new line of dialogue.

my dialogue was “I like you.”

tagging @winterandwords @cherrybombfangirlwrites and @artdecosupernova-writing with the dialogue: “This is your fault!”

Sorrow: “I do rather enjoy your company, you know.”

Lucian: “It’s nice, being your friend. I…I’ve not really had one before—a friend, that is.”

Zander: “You—I like you! Let me buy you a drink.”

Quest: “You’re fantastic!”

Aliyne: “You’re not the worst person I’ve ever met. Not that the bar is particularly high.”

Vren: Sits in silence and allows you to be in his company instead of leaving the room.

Valloroth taglist: @cherrybombfangirlwrites @reininginthefirewriting @memento-morri-writes @foxboyclit @lawful-evil-novelist @at-thezenith @morganwriteblr @fayeiswriting @serenanymph @sam-glade @viscerawrites (ask to be +/-)

#writeblr #tag games #character voice tag #valloroth blogging #c: lucian #c: sorrow #c: zander #c: aliyne #c: quest #c: vren #yes vren is basically a cat and i love him #making him express an emotion is like pulling teeth while he’s trying to actively bite you the entire time

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thetriumphantpanda · 9 months

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Tale As Old As Time | Joel Miller Fantasy AU (Chapter Two)

Series Summary | A Prince, cursed to be unloved, hardened by years of staring at his scars and sitting in his loneliness. A girl, headstrong and wanting of adventure, to escape the life curated for her, a breath of fresh air against the dark of his heart and his home. Can she really learn to love the beast he has become? Truly, a tale as old as time.

Chapter Summary | A girl, granted reprieve from her cell, but is the extravagant room you find yourself in now just a guided cage? A prince, unsure of himself and what to do, let's his temper get the better of him.

Pairing | Joel Miller x F!Reader (Beauty and The Beast AU)

Chapter Warnings | Grumpy/Angry Joel. Introduction of some famous friends we all know and love, a girl who has essentially been kidnapped, discussion of food and alcohol but nothing else yet.

Word Count | 4.5K

Authors Note | I am so blown away by the love the first part of this received! I didn't ever think that AU's would be my thing but I'm so excited by this story and I'm excited to bring your part 2! For those of you who loved and enjoyed the original Beauty and The Beast, there's some scenes here which are just for you! I'd love to know your thoughts so if you enjoyed this (or even if you didn't!) then please consider reblogging, commenting or leaving me some asks! And if you'd like to support me further, you can leave a tip on my Ko-Fi.

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“Did you see her?” One conspiratorial voice asks in a hushed whisper.

“Poor thing, was scared to death,” The other voice responds, “He’s never going to break the curse if he behaves like this every time someone comes wandering through.”

There is a third voice added to the mix, “What do you mean, every time someone wanders through?” This voice is sarcastic, “This is the first time in years we’ve seen a single soul.”

“Maybe this our chance?” The second voice suggests, “Women like her don’t stumble upon souls like us often.”

“You really think she could be the answer?” It’s the first voice speaking again, “If the master had thrown me in a cell, I don’t think I could ever forgive him.”

It’s the second voice that decides the plan of action, “There is simply only one way to find out and that is to try.”

It’s late and Joel has a headache. With the passage of time, he’s stopped thinking of himself a Prince. He might still have his servants and his castle, which is crumbling around him, but outside of that, he is no better than any other man, no different from the people in the villages that surround his once magnificent estate. They don’t remember him; he doesn’t really remember them. He thinks, over the glass of wine he drinks, that it’s probably for the best. All the power and attention had gone to his head, wasting his father’s money on extravagant parties, guests whose names he didn’t know. They weren’t there for him, only for what he offered. They’d have gone to any party where the wine was good, and the music made them soar.

He finishes the wine in his glass when there is a tentative knock at the door. If it wasn’t for the wine jug being empty, he’d have told whoever it was to leave him alone, to leave him to his nightly stupor, but he wasn’t nearly drunk enough.

“Enter.” He calls out.

The door to the reception room opens and closes behind him, then the sound of footsteps and the empty jug being swapped for one that is full. Joel waits for the footsteps to start receding again, but they don’t. He clamps his jaw, trying not to lose his temper. They know to leave him alone in the evenings. Only to come to him to refill his drink at hourly intervals and leave with minimal talk. It was a routine they’d fallen into since the beginning.

“What will you do with her?”

It’s Lucian’s voice. Strange, Joel thinks. It’s normally Horace who oversees his nightly refills. The old man clearly didn’t have the courage for this conversation. If he wasn’t so fucking angry, he’d almost praise the younger man.

“Haven’t decided.”

Joel turns his head to look at the man. He’s smaller than Joel is, considerably, even before he was turned into a towering monster. Blonde hair with pointed features, and a stature that was so uncharacteristically rigid this evening, that Joel almost laughs.

“Might I offer a suggestion?” He speaks.

“You might,” Joel scoffs, “Doesn’t mean I’ll listen.”

He clears his throat as he pours wine into his cup, perhaps hoping the alcohol might placate his master.

“She is a girl, and we are running out of time, my lord.”

“Your powers of observation have always been astounding, Lucian,” Joel replies gruffly, sipping at the fresh cup of wine, “She trespassed, she must face the consequences.”

“I’m not suggesting she doesn’t,” Lucian assures, “But surely one evening locked in the tower is enough, my Lord, she was terrified.”

“And then what?”

“Maybe we bring her down to one of the rooms, make her feel comfortable?” He suggests.

“So, she breaks into my home, and we reward her, is what you’re suggesting?” Joel turns, face warmed by the fire burning in front of him.

“I’m suggesting that she is our only hope, sir,” Lucian is pleading now, “Another petal fell this week, none of us have much time left, or we’re damned to remain like this forever.”

Joel ponders for a moment, mulling it over in his mind. If it had just been himself under the curse, he’d leave the silly girl where she was, but it isn’t just him. He’s got his servants to think about, although they don’t know it, they are more his friends than anything else now, the only people he has spoken to in years, and he knows they’re tired.

He waves a hand in Lucian’s general direction, picking up the wine glass that is now full, “Do as you will, but she is not to stray to the West Wing, if I find her there, it won’t just be her that ends up back in a cell, understood?”

“Clearly, sir.”

The sun greets you early, peering in through the open gaps in the wall, meant to be a window, but only acting as a taunt for its prisoners. You could clearly see outside, out to freedom, but there was no way to reach it. At some point during the night, Phillipe had disappeared, no longer tied to the gate that you can see from the gap. You curse to whichever God will listen for your rotten luck, even if you could escape, the lack of horse would mean you wouldn’t get far before you were struck down by something, or worse, recaptured.

You lean your back against the wall and bring your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around your legs to try and comfort yourself. The ground is cold and you find yourself wishing for some straw or something, anything to act as a barrier between you and the cold ground you’d spent the night on.

A little while later you can hear footsteps traveling up the stairs. Maybe now, in the harsh light of day, you’d finally see your captors face. Put features to the deep gruff voice and the large hands that had gripped you last night. It wasn’t to be. The man who comes into view is nowhere near large enough to be the same man who threw you over his shoulder like you were a sack of flour from the miller. This man looks friendly enough when he comes to kneel in front of the bars of your cell. Light blonde hair and a clean face, with friendly eyes. You want to trust him, but this could all be some kind of sick joke at your expense.

“I brought you some food,” The mystery man speaks, placing a plate down on the ground as he unlocks the cell door, “Are you hungry?” He asks, pushing the plate through the small open gap, kneeling on the floor outside so you’re of a similar height.

You shake your head and push the plate away with your foot – you have no idea what it could be laced with, even if it is just a lump of bread and some cheese. You try and curl in on yourself, make yourself smaller, hoping whoever this is will take the hint and leave you be.

“The master can be quite… abrasive,” He starts, “But he means well.”

You are vaguely aware of another set of feet making their way up the stairs, slower than this man had, but you push it to the back of your mind, “Abrasive?” You snort, “He locked me in a cell for walking through an open door, he is nothing more than a brute!”

The man in front of you holds his hands up in surrender at your outburst, just in time for another man, still nowhere near large enough to be your captor, to walk up the stairs, clutching at his chest as he caught his breath.

“I implore you Lucian,” He speaks with a deep voice, still trying to catch his breath, “You leave her where she is, the master didn’t give you express permission for this.”

“Charming,” You mumble, “Wait, leave me where I am?” Your head perks, “Where else would I go?”

The man who you now know is Lucian smiles, a genuine, friendly smile, which goes a small way in putting you at ease, “Well, this is no place for a beautiful girl like you, is it?” You return his smile because at this point, you think you’d do anything to not spend another second in this damp cell, “How about we take you somewhere more comfortable?”

“This is a terrible idea,” The older man, with a full beard and greying hair on his head to match speaks, “I really do think we should leave her here.”

“Horace, will you please shut up,” Lucian turns and chides him, “Look at her,” He tilts his head back towards you, “She’s terrified, she can’t stay here, and if the master asks, I’ll take the fall.”

He extends a hand to you and after weighing up another night spent in this cell, you let your own slip into his. Lucian pulls you to your feet and helps brush off some of the dirt from the skirt of your dress, as he motions for you to walk in front of him, “Follow that oaf back down the stairs,” He chuckles, “He’ll be slow going because of his knees.”

The room that you find yourself in now is a complete juxtaposition to a huge amount of the rest of the castle. None of the windows are broken, it doesn’t smell like the damp musk of the rest of the place, and the bed looks so comfortable you might cry. Your back is screaming from the night on the stone floor of the cell so you don’t think twice about flopping down onto the bed, letting the soft sheets and the mattress sink below you. You’re almost convinced you could fall asleep, until there is a loud knock at the door and then a woman, followed by a small boy invading the room.

“Oh you must have had a ghastly night up there,” She exclaims, “Only one thing for it, and that’s a strong cup of tea,” She’s picking up a tea pot and pouring the warm liquid into a cup, stirring in some milk and sugar, before the saucer is held in your direction. You take it gratefully and drink, letting it warm your bones, “Drink up dear, we’ve got a lot to do.”

“I’m sorry…” You trail off, “I’m lost?”

“That dress has seen far better days,” She points to your clothes, understandably covered in grime from your night in the cell, “And I’m sure you’re absolutely famished, now come on, before Madame Audra appears.”

You take another sip of the tea, as you watch the young boy rummaging around the room, “And who might you be?” You ask, smiling as he turns to face you.

“I’m Oliver, Miss,” He smiles widely, walking towards you, “But everyone here calls me Chip.”

“Chip?” You ask, a giggle to your voice.

“Yeah!” He exclaims, getting as close to you as he possibly can, lifting his lip to show you his teeth, “Because I fell and chipped my tooth, see?”

“Oh! How rude of me!” The older woman who has been fussing over the tea trolley exclaims, “I’m Mrs Thompson, and Chip here is my boy, and we’re going to make sure you’re comfortable here.”

There’s another swift knock at the door before it’s kicked open to reveal a woman, younger than Mrs Thompson but still older than you, arms laden with so many materials that she can barely see over the top of the pile. She’s bustles into the room and drops them on the bed, immediately taking hold of the cup of tea you were enjoying to set back on the tea trolley. She grabs hold of your wrists and pulls you up from the bed, holding up your arms and running you over with her eyes, as if she’s sizing you up. Turns out that’s exactly what she’s doing.

Whilst she’s fussing over the pile of what turns out to be dresses, you take a closer look at her. She’s beautiful, with smooth skin and friendly eyes, much like the rest of the gang you’ve met today. You wonder how these people have stayed so positive under the employment of such a horrid man. This woman in front of you can only be Madame Audra, and she’s dressed to the nines. You’d read about women like her in your books. Women of high society, with powdered faces and hair that towered on their heads, gowns made of silk and ribbons. She is quite possibly everything you had wanted to find in this world.

“Now, I’m going to leave you in Madame Audra’s capable hands, we’ve got dinner to prepare, haven’t we Chip?” Mrs Thompson explains, steering the tea trolley out of the room with Chip on her heel.

As the door closes you can hear Chip speaking to his mother, “See, I told you she pretty, mama.”

You smile, turning your attention back to Madame Audra, who is holding up a simple dress, the colour of sugared almonds. You remember when your father had brought some back from the city, years ago. You’d eaten them with your mother, already sick and in bed. One of the few good memories you still held of her.

“This will do nicely,” Madame Audra nods, holding it against your body, “The master will like this, and it’ll look lovely in the glow of the dining hall.”

“Oh, but I’m…”

“Well come on, let’s get you out of these dirty things.”

“I’m very grateful,” You start, a hand placed on her arm as she tries to turn you to undo the back of the dress you’re already wearing, “But I won’t be going for dinner.”

She stops dead in her fussing over you, eyes wide, “Oh but you must.” She implores.

“I won’t sit opposite a man who threw me in a cell for waking through an open door.” You stand your ground.

She’s about to open her mouth to speak when there is a knock at the door. It opens to reveal Horace, the man from earlier, straight-backed and serious.

“Dinner is served, my Lady.”

Joel is pacing, mainly through frustration more than anything else, as Lucian and Mrs Thompson set the dining table ready to begin the execution of their master plan. There is a roaring fire lit, warming the room, and all sorts of dishes being carried out and placed upon the table. It’s nothing short of a feast, if he closes his eyes, he could even convince himself that he was the man he once was and he wasn’t about to sit down with a girl who had trespassed into his home and was now seemingly being rewarded for it. If he’s honest with himself, he also might be a little nervous.

He'd been careful last night to stay in the shadows. He’s not really sure why, because at that point, all he was ever going to do with her was leave her up there to rot, but now he’s glad, glad that he hadn’t seen the look of repulsion on her face as he stepped into the light, showing the mottled skin of his face, scarred and textured as if someone had held his face to a flame for too long.

“What is taking her so long?” He finally lets out, exasperated, mainly because the food is going cold.

Mrs Thompson stands near the fire, her hands clasped in front of her, “Do try to be patient, my Lord, the girl has lost her freedom in less than a day, it’s going to take her some time.”

Lucian decides to add his two pence to the situation, setting down the fork he’s been pointlessly polishing to pass time, “Have you thought that maybe she might be the one to break the spell?” He asks, hope lacing his voice.

“Of course I have!” Joel exclaims, turning around to face him, “I’m not a fucking fool.”

Lucian holds his hand up in surrender like he always does, but then claps them together, “Well then, it’s settled,” He exclaims, “You fall in love with her,” He holds out one hand, “She falls in love with you,” His other hand now held out, “The spell is broken, and we all go back to normal.”

“Oh Lucian,” Mrs Thompson sighs, “It’s not that easy, love takes time.”

Joel can feel his stomach sinking, hope had flourished before, at the idea that perhaps this might work, that these people who have surrounded him for years might be right, but when he thinks to the way he looks, face scarred, frame so big he would scare anyone who saw him, he realizes it’s no use. The enchantress had been right, no-one could ever learn to love him.

“It’s no use,” He sighs, teeth gritted in frustration, he’s got a hand on the mantle above the fire, clenched in a fist, “She’s so beautiful,” He admits, because you are, even when fear had covered your features, you were quite possibly the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, “And I’m like this.” He points to his face.

Mrs Thompson moves to stand closer to him, placing a tentative hand on his shoulder, “Then you need to help her see past all this, don’t scare her with that intimidating scowl you always wear.” She points to his face.

“And when she comes in,” Lucian adds, “Smile at her, make her feel welcome.”

Joel listens back and forth as the two of them give him advice on how to behave when the girl finally arrives. Compliment her. But be sincere. Impress her with your whit. But be gentle. But above all, you must control your temper.

It’s almost overwhelming, he can feel anger and embarrassment flooding through his body. He’s about to demand they stop when the door opens. He holds his breath, standing up straight, but then it’s only Horace’s portly figure that emerges over the threshold.

“Where is she?” Joel demands.

“Well, you see,” Horace begins, “Circumstances being what they are….” He trails off, taking a deep breath and steeling himself for the wrath he knows he’s about to be on the receiving end of, “She’s not coming.”

“What?” Joel speaks calmly, although there is rage flowing through his veins, threatening to bubble over at any time.

Before he really knows what he’s doing, he’s stomping, feet heavy, from the dining hall. He can feel everyone else following being him, but all he can focus on is how rude this girl is being. Beautiful, but the most stubborn woman he’s ever met, and he’s known her for less than a day. How dare she refuse him? He should have left her where she was to rot in the tower.

There is a pounding at the door, so fierce you’re surprised it doesn’t break, “You were told to come down to dinner!”

You look towards Madame Audra who has fear in her eyes, imploring you to placate whoever the man is currently shouting at you, but you can’t. He’s taken your freedom; you won’t let him control you as well.

“I’m not hungry!”

“You come out right now, or I will break down this door!”

Unbeknownst to you, it isn’t just the master on the other side of the door, but Mrs Thompson, Lucian and Horace too. They’re all looking at each other, knowing that the talk they’d had with Joel in the dining hall has been forgotten, his anger taking over as it always does. They’re all trying to convince each other to talk, through knowing looks, surely one of them can help salvage this situation.

It is Lucian who takes the initiative, “Master, I could be wrong,” He rubs his hands together in front of him, his own nervous habit showing through, “But that probably isn’t the best way to win the girls affections.”

“Please, just attempt to be a gentleman.” Horace adds, making sure he’s standing behind Lucian, so he has a chance to escape if Joel feels the need to take his anger out on anyone.

“How can I when she’s being so difficult?!” Joel hisses, pointing towards the door.

“Just ask her nicely,” Mrs Thompson implores, “Don’t demand.”

Joel takes a deep breath and turns back to the door, the three pairs of eyes trained on his back as he digs deep and tries to remember what it means to be a gentleman, though he’s not been one for some time.

“Will you come down to dinner?”

The answer is almost instant, “Absolutely not.”

Horace is already trying to tame Joel’s frustration when he turns back around to them, “Gentle, be suave, my Lord.”

Another sigh, and another turn back to the door, his voice strained, trying to control his anger to destroy something from the rejection, “It would give me great pleasure if you would join me for dinner, please.” He speaks through gritted teeth, not quite believing that he is the one begging when she was the one who trespassed.

“No thank you!” You call back through the door.

“You can’t stay in there forever!”

“Yes I can!”

“Fine!” Joel shouts, “THEN YOU CAN GO AHEAD AND STARVE!” He bellows at the top of his lungs, turning around to his servants who are cowering across the hall from him, “If she doesn’t eat with me, then she doesn’t eat at all!”

He stalks off back down the corridor, slamming the door at the end of it shut behind him. Madame Audra leaves the girl’s room, looking to her fellow servants before shaking her head. She’s not quick enough in closing the door, because all four of them can hear the racking sobs coming from the room.

“Well, that went terribly.” Mrs Thompson muses, wanting nothing more than to storm into the girl’s room and embrace her.

“Lucian, you stay right here,” Horace directs, slipping right into his role as head of the household in a crisis, “If she attempts to leave, you inform me immediately,” He runs a hand over his greying beard, “We need to be careful with this, she’s a firecracker, and anymore wrong moves and he’ll have her right back up in the cell,” Then he turns to Mrs Thompson and Madame Audra, “Household meeting in the kitchens.”

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acourtofinkandpapyrus · 7 months

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A Flower With Petals of Flame: Part one (Eris x reader Rhys's sister)

Warnings: Injuries and murder and mentions of trauma

I'm so excited this one won the vote! So as Y/n returns to the world of the living, she has to decide whether to save the male who caused her, and her mother's murders, or save him.

Part two

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I screamed as I fell to the ground, my head fuzzy and my stomach churning.

What had happened? I had been walking along, trying to form a plan for…

I take a deep breath, the crisp air and smell of roses pushing into my nostrils. I look at the small grass clearing that makes me tense, memories of terror flitting through my head.

This was the Spring court. Somehow- somehow I was back among the living. Landing right back where my and my mother’s lives had been taken from us.

“Please! Please spare my darling girl!” My mother cries as she’s shoved to the ground, the little lords or spring preparing their weapons, the high lord of spring holding a giant ax as he watches.

I look to Tamlin with tears in my eyes, pleading with him, “Tam, please. Please don’t let them hurt us.”

He looks away, ashamed.

It wasn’t him who was about to lose his life though.

I snap back into reality, hearing voices in the distance. My first instinct is to climb into a tree, wait for them to pass.

But I can hear the angry tones, and I force myself to be silent as I slip through the trees to see where the commotion is coming from.

“Look at this, the High Lord of Spring, on his knees before us.” A cruel male voice said, and I peeked through the foliage to see Tamlin on his knees before a bunch of men, snarling with an arrow in his leg and shoulder.

They looked as if they were laced with faebane.

I wasn’t breathing. He was kneeling there, just as my mother and I had before him and his family.

I could just leave him there, to his fate. Let him die the way he had let us die.

But… my feet wouldn’t move.

I had only just been brought back to life, and I was already about to get myself killed again.

The only thing was that I wasn’t the same weak girl who had died here before.

I searched about, quickly finding a large, heavy rock.

And threw it right at the leader of the group, striking him right in the temple.

“Leave him alone.” I said, lowering my voice in an attempt to hide my identity. I could have used my magic, but that would have been even more telling than my voice.

The males unsheathed their sword, looking for where my voice had come from, and Tamlin stilled.

Please, please don’t recognise me.

“Show yourself you wretch!” The male whom I had hit with the rock snarled, spinning around.

I shifted so I was better hidden. I had no weapons, and against three males who each had at least two weapons…

I should have come up with a better plan.

“How about you show your face you coward!” He continued to shout, but I just smiled as I saw the red haired male who appeared behind him.

Watching as Lucian killed the leader, Tamlin throwing off the two males that were holding him down, I couldn’t help but notice how much they had changed, how different they were then I had seen them last. Lucian had a metal eye now, his face holding more trauma than it had when I knew him.

Tamlin… Even as he killed the last of the males, looked tired and broken. He looked as if he was already half dead.

I watch as they look at the dead males, with coats of bone white, the color of Hybren.

But the king of Hybren is dead.

So who were they following?

I hold my breath, all thoughts on pause as Lucian eyes land on my hiding spot, his metal eye whirring.

Mother above, could he see me?

“Would you like to come join us, or were you planning to wait until we were distracted?” Lucian asked, the words cautious and sharp.

I tense up as Tamlin looks my way too.

I bit my lip, I could run away, and I could surely outrun Tamlin.

But maybe not Lucian.

Taking a calming breath, I step out into the small clearing, were both males stood there, shock keeping them both silent.

“Hi?”

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throneofsapphics · 5 months

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Oooo okay I love the idea of Tamlin's daughter and like Nessian's daughter or even like Eris or Lucian's daughter?

The Romeo and Juliet vibes ✨️

stolen moments and chance meetings.

Eris’s daughter x Reader (Nessian's daughter)

Summary: You and Eris’s daughter run into each other.

Warnings: none

A/N: i love this idea so much (part two) (part three)

Wandering was bad. You knew that, well aware it was a beacon for danger, but when you spotted the quaint little clearing, you couldn’t help yourself. Technically it was spring court territory, but with a quick sweep of the perimeter, there wasn’t anyone in sight for miles. Just over the border, easy enough to make a quick escape. Worth the risk.

It would be a nice way to cool off, you’d been flying for hours, and despite the wind sweat was dripping down your spine, off your temples. A “conditioning flight.” You had a love-hate relationship with them.

Landing softly on the moss, you sighed and rolled your shoulders back, heading right for the pond - a beautiful clear blue. Heading right for it, you cupped the liquid between your hands, splashing your face, letting the water cool your burning skin, and nearly moaned at the sensation.

A few gulps later, and you were feeling much better, and sat back on your heels.

“Someone’s not where they’re supposed to be.”

Fuck. You recognized that voice. How had she snuck up on you? Unfortunately or fortunately, it wouldn’t be the first time.

“I could say the same to you,” you countered, standing and turning slowly to face her. Cora Vanserra grinned at you, leaning back against a tree, arms crossed over her chest, red hair glinting in the sun. Beautiful and arrogant in equal measures, but it’s something you liked about her. There was something a little untrustworthy about someone too humble, in your opinion.

“What’s your excuse?” She asked. You pointed at the pond, giving her a look that said; are you that stupid? Her eyes rolled.

“And yours?”

“I was close to the border anyway, when I saw you.”

You’re her excuse. “Miss me that much, Cora?” you let her name drag out, testing it on your tongue. How many times had you actually said it? You saw each other two months ago, at another ball in Hewn City, and stole a few wonderful moments together in the bathroom. Of course there were the letters … but you hadn’t been able to risk many of those, even coded. Not since Nyx snooped and saw you had a secret lover. On threat of a slow and painful removal of his favorite part, he kept it to himself.

She crossed the clearing, in front of you in moments, hands gripping your hips as she tugged you close. Your wings tucked in tight as you took in her gaze, amber eyes digging right into you - as if they could see through every layer.

Her thumbs brushed back and forth over your stomach, heat burning through your clothes. You fought the urge to look down and see if you actually were on fire. Instead, you reached up and brushed your knuckles across her cheek, delighting in how she leaned into you, before lazily winding your arms around her shoulders.

Where are you? A voice thundered through your mind. Nyx. Shit, you were supposed to meet him. Supposed to be done with your flight by now.

Took a break, you answered, focused on shielding your current location.

Where? He sounded exasperated, I’ll come get you.

That’s the last thing you need, for him to smell her scent in here. You needed the wind to brush it off of your own anyway.

No need, I’m on my way now.

“Who was it this time?” She sighed, seeing the glazed over look in your eyes.

“Nyx. He’s about to come get me.”

“Leashed like a dog,” she murmured.

“And you’re much better?”

Her shoulders rose and fell. “When will I see you again?” she deflected.

This little clearing was rather nice. And spring was relatively neutral territory.

“Meet me here in a week. Sunrise.”

Her head tilted. Calculating. “So clandestine.”

“Do we have any other choice?” Your teeth tugged on your bottom lip, her hands squeezing around your waist.

“And if I don’t show?”

Mother above, you always forget how much she loves her little games.

Cupping her face with both hands, you leaned forward, pausing a hair's breadth away. Her eyes widened, breath catching, and you grazed your lips over hers. A mockery of a kiss, but it did the job - her heart rate rose, breaths coming faster. Stepping back and shrugging off her grip, you rolled your shoulders back.

“A little motivation for you,” you said - barely above the wind. Flaring your wings once, twice, three times, you shot off into the sky. Leaving a still, and contemplative Vanserra behind.

Stolen moments, that’s all the two of you were destined for, and never enough of them.

The wind slowly stripped you of her scent, of nutmeg and the first day of autumn, as you tried your best to commit it to memory.

Where. Are. You.

Nyx was worse than your parents with the fussing. This time, you shared a view of your surroundings, just as you crossed past the border of Spring.

Where the fuck have you been?

You ignored him. There was still a flight home to think of a good excuse. That’s if he didn’t decide to come grab you mid-flight. It wouldn’t be the first time.

#reader x eris's daughter #eris's daughter x reader #next gen acotar #acotar next gen #acotar drabble #nessian daughter reader #nessian daughter #eris's daughter #eris's daughter x y/n #acotar imagine #idk how to tag this one

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nikethestatue · 4 months

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Hi I asked about the timeline of the harp vision and winter solstice because, Az’s bonus scene was set at solstice and I always thought the gwyn part of it was included to show what happened to nesta at the service was indeed to do with gwyns singing, like a confirmation for people who had picked up on a connection. The musical reference wording, the mention of the time being 7 that he showed up to the library with the necklace, his shadows sensing and interacting with her voice but not really her etc. The whole bonus chapter to me was about confirming already existing storyline’s that people might have picked up on but ultimately,not having said confirmation, wont affect storyline’s and story continuity for people who don’t read them, while also alluding to possible up and coming storyline’s for future books. Az and elain being attracted to one another, Rhys knowing and not being happy about it, trying to stop it. Elain already being mated but not being accepting of it (at this point) and what that might mean for her, az and lucian. Gwyns voice/magic being able to influence others and how this might come up again to help them in up and coming storyline’s/situations.

Yep, exactly. The Nesta episode happened a few months before Solstice. Probably October.

Everything with Gwyn and the music that she emitted at all times, whether alone, in front of others, always singing -- I think that SJM drove the point home in the bonus chapter. But apparently, somehow, people saw 'mate bonds' instead. Kind of strange. It backfired. :)

Personally, I am ambivalent about Gwyn. I really dont' know what SJM has in store for her and whether she is good, bad or nothing at all. But I would be prepared, if I were her fan, for her to take a dark or unexpected turn. It's been heavily hinted at. Unless SJM changed her mind and doesnt want to deal with it at all.

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My Second Interactive Novel

Dragon's Edged is an interactive novel, about a Author of a IF died and reincarnated to their own IF.

There are 4 love interest for you to choose from, 2 males and females each with their own past and secrets for you to learn!

(Note: The RO's are not final. I might add more in the near future and that no romance is not a option. Also, I want this novel open as much as possible not restricting itself to the medieval time era or any kind of era. For example, I might put modern music in the novel.)

(Warning: 18+ The story includes the following: Violence, , self-doubt, cliché's and many more will be added in the future.)

Links:

Demo: Prologue To Chapter 5, Discord

Introduction:

"Another one bite the dust" a voice says sorrowful, peering through a mirror and seeing a image of people gathering around a mangled body.

The person waves their hand in the air and the mirror disappeared, leaving them alone to their thoughts.

"Looks likes I need to prepare for the ritual for this one!" they sigh and head aching due to thinking the preparation that must be done.

Still contemplating, they heard their door slammed wide open and a figure barging into their quarters.

"LUCIAN!" they scold the person for being disrespectful and disturbing their peace.

Lucian dismissed the rebuke with a wave of his hand.

"Yes, I know Lucille and I apologize but I want to be sure." he says in a somber tone and a sad look on his eyes.

Lucille looked at his brother with a puzzling look; "Sure of what?" she ask herself in her mind.

She and his brother are Gods and they can sense if a life is snuffed out on Earth.

Due to her being the Goddess Of Life and his brother ,God Of Fertility.

Up to this day she still doesn't know why the roles are swapped, is it the job of the woman to oversee which will be fertile?

But nevertheless the two of them do their job with upmost devotion.

"What do you mean? My Brother?" she looked at him with calculating eyes.

Still waiting for a reply, she was shocked to see that her brother burst to tears.

"MY FAVORITE AUTHOR DIED!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs and eyes flooding with tears.

Lucille mouth gone slack and can't help but face palm.

"Oh brother!" she exclaims in slight annoyance and with a roll with her eyes.

Story:

You're a IF writer, correction was a IF writer!

So the gist of the IF that you written is that the MC(you) is imbued with a dragon’s soul but of course you don’t want to make the life of MC’s easy, that particular dragon is ruthless and stubborn waiting for the opportunity to kill your MC.

You finished the game and launched it lived and never thought that people would loved it and gaining so many followers on “Rumblr”

But an accident happened and forced you to stop breathing on the realm of the living ,you were still processing what happened and your memory is still blurry.

Everything happened so fast, you were coming out of the cake shop with cake in hand and starting the journey back home so that you and the family can celebrate the birthday of your Father.

Then, you saw a little girl crossing the streets and a vehicle fast approaching.

Afterwards, everything went black and your can't remember what happened next.

To your surprise when you heard a Goddess speaking to you and telling that you will be reincarnated.

As added bonus to getting a second life, you will be reincarnated to your IF.

Frankly, you still don't know how you feel about this?

Leaving your past life and exchanging it with a fictional one but still what's done is done and besides dead people can't be choosers.

"A walk in the park!" you boast and knowing that you know the ins and out of your story.

"Oh one more thing!" a voice interrupts your moment.

"Your IF has been rewritten by the Gods!"

"Oh!" you exclaim worriedly.

Features:

Pick your MC's gender

*Customize your MC's physical appearance.

*Make choices that will affect the story and the people around you.

*Choose your class and mastery.

*Can you love among the characters that you created? Know their new story, see what makes them tick. 2 males and 2 females with their own personality.

*Will you follow the story that is dictated in the book or will you make your own narrative.

*Battle liches, dark knights, tackle conspiracy and many more!.

*Oh! A surprise character will be waiting for you in the story!

Romance Options:

"Clara Dacre, The Royal Princess"

"You think being royalty is a boon?

Physical Appearance:

In the kingdom, there is no one quite like the Royal Heir to the throne, Clara. She is the eldest of her brothers and the one who will one day rule the kingdom. At first glance, she appears a little shy, but once you get on her good side, the two of you can talk for hours with tea, of course! However, something is amiss - did you just watch her behead an enemy? It seems the gods have done her dirty by changing her sweet and kind attitude into something feisty and ferocious.

Don't mistake her gentleness for weakness, as Clara is a fearsome warrior on the battlefield. Her parents made sure she can protect herself from any possible threats that may come her way. She is a courageous and fearless fighter who is unafraid of dying on the battlefield. Clara sees her royalty as only a restriction to her passions and hobbies, much preferring to solve problems with her own hands than waste her life sitting on the throne all day. She makes sure the safety of her future kingdom is protected, and she will dispose of anyone who dares harm it.

However, as a princess, Clara doesn't act like one. She is the epitome of scandalous and flirtatious behavior, with no regard for royal ethics. She is the renowned prankster of the kingdom, always looking for ways to stir up trouble. But beneath that mischievous exterior lies a woman who is passionate and full of life. She is not shy or demure, but bold and outspoken. She does not care about etiquette or manners, but only about having fun and living life to the fullest. She is not afraid to express her desires or pursue her passions, whether it is a hobby or a lover.

Can your love prevail through the complicated politics of royal courtship, or will you drown under the sea of bodies seeking the favor of being the consort of the princess? Clara's personality is complex, yet intriguing. She is not one to be tamed or molded into what society expects of her.

Can you be the one who can keep up with her wild and adventurous spirit? The one who can match her wit and charm? The only one who can make her laugh, blush, and moan? But can you also win her heart and make her yours? Can you handle the challenges and dangers of being with the Royal Heir, who has many enemies and admirers? Can you prove yourself worthy of her love and trust?

"Clara is a character that will surprise you, delight you, and seduce you with her unpredictable personality. She will make you feel alive, excited, and passionate with her fiery attitude and playful nature. She will make you want more of her, more of her kisses, more of her touch, more of her love. Will you be able to tame the warrior princess who defies all conventions? Or will you be just another victim of her mischief?"

"Lucas Pierce, The Royal Bodyguard Of The Princess"

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"Everyone and everything is an enemy, until proven not, by me!"

In the world of Rumblr, there is no character quite as angsty and cruel as Lucas, yet he remains the most beloved and sought-after character by followers. Tasked with guaranteeing the safety of the princess, Lucas has a gaze that could pierce through steel, and a deathly aura that surrounds him at all times. He is always on edge, and his aloof nature means he doesn't care about your position or status. To him, if he sees you as a threat, he will not hesitate to take you down, even if you are the most reputable person in the kingdom.

Don't believe me? Even the closest friends of the princess and his own comrades must pass his inspection and interrogation before they can get an audience with her. Lucas is devoted, thorough, and quick to act, precise and deadly in the ways of the sword. But behind that tough exterior, you sense a loneliness that only the princess can assuage.

Can you convince him that there is more to life than his job? That there is love to be found in the world, and that he is worthy of it? Lucas is cold and aloof, not interested in making friends or finding lovers, as he is entirely focused on his role as the Royal Protector. But as you spend more time with him, you notice something different about him - a vulnerability that he keeps hidden from the world.

Will you melt his frozen heart and show him the warmth of life? Will you be the only one who can see past his cold and aloof demeanor and discover his vulnerable side? The only one who can make him smile, laugh, and feel? Can you break through his walls and reach his soul? Can you make him realize that there is more to life than his job, and that he deserves to be loved? Or will he push you away and keep you at a distance?

"Lucas is a character that will captivate you with his intensity and intrigue you with his mystery. He will challenge you, thrill you, and even hurt you. He will make you feel things you never felt before, and he will make you want more. Will you be able to win his heart and make him yours? Or will you be just another obstacle in his path?"

"Lucian, The God Of Fertility"[M]

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"I love your story so much and it's one of my dreams to be a part of it!"

In the realm of the gods, there is one who stands out among the rest - the God of Fertility, Lucian. But the question remains, why is a man in charge of such an important department? It's not often you see men in this role, but Lucian doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he loves his job and performs it with enthusiasm.

He is the one who blesses the land with abundance, the animals with offspring, and the people with children. He is the one who makes the world a more beautiful and joyful place. But he is also a man who loves to have fun and enjoy himself. He is a fanboy and a friend.

Lucian is not your typical god. He does not act like a solemn and serious deity, but like a cheerful and playful child. He is always smiling, laughing, and joking around, making everyone around him feel at ease. He does not care about status or rank, but only about happiness and friendship. He is friendly to everyone he meets, and he treats them with kindness and respect.

But Lucian’s favorite person in the world is you - the MC, his beloved author. He is your biggest fan, your most loyal supporter, and your most devoted admirer. He reads every word you write, he leaves likes and comments on every post, he sends you gifts and messages of encouragement. He loves your stories, your characters, your imagination.

When you die, Lucian is heartbroken. He mourns your loss, he misses your presence, he longs for your return. But when you are reincarnated and come back to life, Lucian is overjoyed. He rejoices in your resurrection, he celebrates your comeback, he welcomes you with open arms.

Lucian’s love for you is pure, sincere, and unconditional. He will always be there for you, to support you, to protect you, to cheer you up. He will always be faithful to you, to respect you, to admire you, to cherish you.

Lucian's goodwill, childish antics, and friendly nature make it easy to trust him. But could there be something more to his affable demeanor? Is there a hidden agenda behind his loyalty to the MC? Only time will tell.

Can you reciprocate his feelings? Can you see him as more than a fanboy or a friend? Can you accept him as a lover or a partner? Lucian’s story is one that will make you laugh, cry, and swoon. He will charm you with his humor and personality, he will impress you with his skills and abilities(Don't depend on his God-Powers).

"As you read through Lucian's story, you'll find yourself falling in love with his character. His loyalty and protectiveness of his favorite author will make your heart swell with emotion. You'll be drawn to his carefree nature, and his playful banter will leave you laughing out loud. But beneath that bubbly exterior lies a god who is powerful, competent, and fiercely protective of those he loves."

"Songixoninne(Variel), The Raging Inferno"[F]

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Left: This is her human looks without the draconic traits.

Right: Just a interpretation on how she will look like if I managed to add her dragon traits.

The tattoos, scales and sharp fingers, the red slits for eyes, etc.

"Humans are so small and fragile beings, how quaint!"

You have faced many dangers in your life, but none compare to Variel. She is the dragon who has brought ruin and misery to countless worlds, earning the ire of gods and men alike. Her soul has been chained to yours as a curse, forcing you to share a destiny with the most wicked being in existence.

But when you finally confront her, you realize she is more than just a monster. She is a dragoness with a name that sounds like a hex, and her savage and rude attitude makes her a pain to deal with. She is a sadist and dominatrix who delights in tormenting you, a tyrant who dominates you with her power, and a mocker who ridicules you at every opportunity.

Yet, despite her evil, you find yourself drawn to Variel. She is clever and witty, making you chuckle or cry with her sarcasm and dark humor. She is fierce and proud, showing off her skills in magnificent and flashy feats of magic. She is blunt and honest, telling you what she thinks without holding back or lying.

And as you journey with her, you begin to see hints of something else. A softness hidden under her hard shell, a warmth buried under her cold words, a yearning concealed under her fierce gaze. Could it be that she is falling for you? Or is it just another scheme to satisfy her twisted urges?

You can’t help but feel attracted to this dragoness, even with all her faults. She is like a magnet, pulling you closer to her with her charisma and intensity. But can you handle the taunts and insults that come with being near her? Will you challenge her, sparking her fury further? Or will you embrace her, falling for the dragoness who was once your foe but is now your companion?

"Variel’s story is one of a world of pain and adventure, and you won’t be able to resist discovering it. Her complex personality, combined with her sadistic and domineering nature, will thrill you or break you. You’ll find yourself captivated by her, despite her alluring personality, and you’ll want to know more about this dragoness who has gone from being an antagonist to being an ally. Can you survive or will you go down in flames screaming and Variel laughing and relishing in your suffering?"

#if #demo #romance #interactive novel #adventure #status: wip #itch.io #twine story #writeblr #Dragon's Edge

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