#He just likes fucking with those nobles for shits and giggles

[anrisimps]

Nobles : Your dogs bite

Kishiar : No they don't ^ ^

Nobles : YES THEY DO

#He just likes fucking with those nobles for shits and giggles #He knows his cavalry very well #His subordinates should get to have fun once in a while #Shitpost™ #Turning #turning memes #Turning manhwa

[corpsebasil]

I'm sorry but knight! Nikolaï got me hORNY—

So just think about it: like, kinda a corruption kink but the other way around? The Princess being very, VERY MUCH INTO HIM and being like "damn Imma bang that man"

And Knight Nikolaï being loyal to his duties so he's trying to not understand or see her advances, but god damn his patience and will to stay professional are wearing thin just like the clothes of the princess seems to gradually become around him uhuh

ARGBLBLBLB HAND ME THE HOLY WATER RIGHT NOW

Dear mother above—

^^^ me and you walking to his room.

Sir Nikolai isn’t a man that is unused to being fawned over. Women and men alike—nobles, citizens, who gives a shit—all want him. The man is literally sex on legs just LOOK at him. LORD.

The one person he’s surprised to find attracted to him, though, is you. Your royal highness. Aka the princess of Ravka and his personal charge. He takes his role of protecting you extremely seriously. He does a security sweep practically every time you enter a room. He keeps his eye out for any possible threats, always a step behind you. Always.

Yes he finds you pretty—who doesn’t—but the idea of sleeping with you goes against every moral fiber of his being.

It starts small when you realize you aren’t going to get your way with him at first.

DRABBLE UNDER THE CUUUUT

Oh god he’s so beautiful anyways—

“Sir Nikolai.”

“Princess.”

You’re watching him from one of the chairs in your sitting-room as he works, sorting through some documents as you’re supposed to be reading. You literally cannot focus.

The rustling of papers and the occasional shift of his body in his chair are the only sounds occupying your rooms as of now and, to your chagrin, you can’t stop staring at his hands. The way his fingers run over the documents, the way he licks his thumb quickly to flip a page, good God.

“I can feel you staring.” He says, not even sparing you a glance as he works. You scowl.

“I am not.”

He raises one eyebrow and you slump lower in your seat, face hot.

You’ve had a crush on your personal guard since pretty much forever and you know that he knows. He finds it entertaining to tease you sometimes; he’ll find excuses to help fix your hair, he holds your hand a bit longer than necessary when escorting you out of a carriage, and he especially enjoys the look on your face when you see him flirting with other women of the court.

I picture his grin like this.

Also Elliot Knight is fucking gorgeous.

He just smiles at you from across the room and goes straight back into his conversation.

You know from gossip around the court that he’s an absolute god in bed. The maids—those damn gossips—all giggle and blush as they whisper about a night with him or someone they know, their voices not quiet enough to stop you from picking up a few details while they clean.

You want him. You want him so bad it makes you look STUPID.

If you’re going to get this man on top of under, behind, down low, up high, all the positions you then you’re going to have to start being a little bolder, sweetheart. You start small: staring more openly and forcing yourself not to look away when caught. Brushing against him when you walk by just to have an excuse to be close to him. Making comments out of the blue about how you’re just so bored and touch deprived.

Poor you.

He catches on instantly.

“Princess.” He starts one evening, watching you as you approach him clad in one of your adorable nightgowns that leave nothing to the imagination. Picture Aelin’s gold nightgown, HA. His teeth are grit so tightly that he can actually feel his jaw hurt as you walk by. “Where is your robe.”

Not a question. He knows exactly where your robe is because you left it on his bed after sneaking quickly through the shared door in your chambers. He’d made the mistake of telling you he’d be right back and you took your chance. You’d be giggling like a fiend when he knocked just now, eyes dark and expression unamused.

He didn’t bring the robe, though. Oddly enough.

“It’s too hot for a robe right now.” You lie, ignoring his annoyed stare as you pour yourself a glass of bourbon from a decanter. “Besides, this dress is new. Don’t you like it?”

“You forgot the rest of it.”

“This is the newest style!” You argue, grinning to yourself as you feel him watch your back. The material is thin as hell and Saints you look fucking magical in it.

Meanwhile Nikolai, behind you, is feeling warmer and warmer the longer you fix yourself a drink. His eyes roam across your bare skin, his blood burning in his veins as he watches the slight sway of your hips. He can imagine running his hands along those long legs of yours, skin soft under his fingers.

How responsive would you be for him? Would you be loud or quiet? Calling out his name or only gasping and whining for him? Would you let him kiss your thighs before he buries his mouth between your legs? Would you let him bend you over his desk or set you on top of it?

Lord have mercy—

He licks his lips thoughtfully as he continues his observations. Surely you’re taking longer on purpose so that he can stare.

The clink of the glass hitting the counter snaps him from his fantasies before he realizes he’s been caught blatantly checking out your ass with his mouth hanging open a fraction.

Shit.

Your smile is devious and proud when you turn to face him, leaning slightly back against the table to meet his eyes.

“Something wrong, Sir?”

“Princess.” He clears his throat and glances up at the ceiling for a moment. “This isn’t appropriate.”

“I’d hope not.” You snort. You walk towards him and he stays still, every inch of him tense. He doesn’t look away as you tilt your head, chin lifted up to his in offering. He doesn’t take the bait.

“Princess.” He grits out. “Please. Stop.”

“Stop what?”

“You know what.”

“I’m not doing—”

But you shut up when his hand reaches out to snatch your wrist in an iron grip, your fingers hovering barely an inch away from his chest. The gap in his loose shirt reveals smooth, golden skin, your fingertips frozen.

You glance up with a tiny gasp and he’s watching you, his eyes darker and more serious than before.

“I cant let you start anything.” He breathes, hand tightening on your arm. “Not like this. Not with me.”

“Why?” You question, face falling as you look up into his eyes. “Why not?”

“You’re jail bait, kid.”

“What does that mean—”

“Your father would kick my ass if he saw me with you. You know that.” You huff through your nose and attempt to pull away but he holds fast. “Y/N,” he starts and your heart aches. Not ‘Princess’, Y/N. “you have no idea the things I’d do to you.”

You freeze as his head lowers a fraction, nose barely touching yours. Your breaths are unsteady as he tucks your hair behind an ear, hand framing your face.

“You’d never want to leave my bed.” He adds and the ache shoots from your heart to right between your legs. “The things I’ve thought about you.” He closes his eyes and, after a beat, whispers a quiet ‘fuck’ before practically tearing himself away from you.

You don’t even have time to protest before he’s heading back to his rooms and shutting the door behind him.

Ughhh OAJAOSK I NEED HIMMMM

#shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai x reader #shadow and bone imagine #knight nikolai lantsov #sir nikolai lantsov #sir Nikolai

[wolfoftheblackflames]

Hello my misfits, here's what you've all been waiting for! Enjoy the meal =3 (Also don't be afraid of leaving a comment or two, I'd love to chat ^^)

Dancing with the Devil: Pt.4

Charlie was lucky the location was in Pride since she knew sinners like Vaggie weren't able to leave the ring. She looked annoyed slightly since the paparazzi were taking pictures of the various nobles coming into the large castle-like building. She dreaded the inevitable, but walked into the brightly lit area with her head held high.

Vaggie, however, kept a watchful eye since there was no telling when someone wanted to start shit. “The less we see of the Von Eldritch family, the better.” She heard Charlie mutter clearly dreading the encounter.

“Hmm, is that Lucifer's daughter? And she's with someone else this time?” A noble woman commented as Vaggie felt Charlie squeeze her hand.

“Seems like the princess has acquired the taste for the opposite sex. Perhaps this is just a ploy to make the young lord jealous and take her back.” Another noble woman sneered with a wicked grin.

“Could've picked a better looking whore than that small thing.”

That was it, the comment that made Charlie dig her sharpened claws into her own palm. “Those bitches…” She snarled softly hearing the two noble assholes laugh.

This surprised Vaggie who was all to ready to stab those noble fucks with her spear which she had left at home by mistake. “Charlie?” She lightly touched Charlie's arm making those eyes look at her. From ruby with yellow to white with red, those were the eyes of a demon. “Easy ok, come on let's go find a quieter spot hon.”

Charlie clenched her jaw slightly but followed Vaggie. It pissed her off that those two women back there got off easily. “Jerks…” She growled but blinked, noticing that once the two sat down outside in a rather nice garden area, Vaggie was holding that tightly clenched fist.

“Let me have a look.” How easy it was for the angel to get Charlie to unclench her fist with just that soft gentle tone. “Oh Charlie…” That ivory gaze landed on the small puncture wounds those claws had caused.

“Sorry… I just hated hearing how they were talking about you…” The princess massaged the area on her own head where the horns threatened to come out.

Then that anger vanished once Charlie felt a soft kiss come onto her palm. “Thank you, but seriously if I had my spear right now, those two bitches would be a very tacky kebab.” She saw that evil smirk that crept its way onto Vaggie's face.

The demoness was stunned by the gesture. Sure, Vaggie had comforted her a dozen of times, but this, it felt like a firework had gone off. A fresh shade of red blush decorated Charlie's rosy cheeks as she started to giggle. “I love it when you get feisty.” She stated and repaid the gesture with a soft kiss to Vaggie's forehead.

The comment made Vaggie start to sizzle slightly, her face looking like a lantern right now with how gold it was. Though what sent her mind into a giant gay panic was those lips that had been planted on her forehead. It made her imagine what those would feel like on her own. “Vaggie hello?” Charlie called as she blinked innocently tilting her head.

What snapped the angel back was a sneer followed by a deep male voice. “Oh how cute, I dumped you so you've turned to pussy to get over me? I guess you can't exactly find a great dick to replace mine.” He smirked, his neon green eyes narrowing slightly.

Charlie slowly turned to the speaker. Her eyes widening. “Seviathan..?” Her voice came out in a soft growl.

“In the flesh baby.” The taller man grinned looking amused. “Whoa!” He laughed seeing Vaggie move to be between the two tall demons.

“I really don't like your tone, maldito idiota..” (Fucking prick) She snarled her voice sounding already done with this guy.

“Wow where did you pick this one up Charlotte, I wouldn't mind getting me a whore like her.” Seviathan smirked, brushing back his dark green hair with grey roots, his eyes leering at Vaggie. That all changed to shock when a knife whizzed past his cheek, cutting it as red dripped down his face. “Fucking bitch, you cut my face!” He snapped his eyes glowing.

The tall big chad of a man wearing his neon green suit was soon decked hard in the face when he tried to grab Vaggie. “Don't fucking touch her…” Charlie's voice came out in a vicious growl. She was already upset with the comments thrown at Vaggie before, but then this scum tries to touch her, fuck no. Flames slowly started to circle Charlie as her red horns stood up freely, with her long black tail with spikes and a triangular tip swished back and forth irritated. “And for the record I broke it off with you because you were basically making me uncomfortable with the sexual harassment. I'm not some fucking trophy, I don't owe you anything, and I only spared your ugly ass because we alongside Helsa were friends…”

Seviathan slowly got up, rubbing his swollen cheek. He snarled but then smirked. “You really have changed. I'll forgive this little stunt once Charlotte only because we used to be friends.” He sneered with a small laugh. The host soon went back to his own dates as Charlie seethed, watching him go.

(Wolf here once again. I hope you guys like my take on some info I found. One said Vaggie does have knives on her but doesn't know how she pulls them out. The other is that Seviathan excludes "big chad jerk" energy, anyway, thanks for reading! ^^)

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #cute as fuck #pre canon #seviathan von eldritch #dancing #starmoth #awkward vaggie is fun #flustered charlie is fun #angry charlie is badass #angry Vaggie is badass #ballroom dancing

[xinhua-jun]

https://www.tumblr.com/darlingjunebug/728466035752271872?source=share

it's skull, skull is the third party who gets involved bc he's the only who has the emotional intelligence to notice the problem and the lack of self preservation to put himself in the line of fire

There are some pros and cons to being a civilian suddenly thrust into not only the cursed mafia world, but also the cursed mafia world.

Pros: he gets paid to do what he loves—to play out his stunts in a setting where he doesn’t have to hold back so as to not to raise civilian suspicions about his condition, while also getting all of the acclaim when his subordinates genuinely shower him with it.

(Was it a mindfuck when some clown just showed up in his living room trying to reclute him? Yes. Is it dangerous? Yes. But if there’s anything the great Skull-sama loves, it’s a good challenge!)

Cons: once in a while he has to spend time in the vicinity of some less-than-desirable individuals, who consider him—him!—to be the less-than-desirable individual. The nerve!

(He’s not factoring Kawahira’s little misadventure, specifically, into this; getting turned into a toddler isn’t any weirder than being able to regenerate his body and coming back to life in his books.

Now that they’re out of the woods and he can laugh about it, he can begrudgingly admit—in the safety of his mind—that Checker Face did it for a noble cause, despite going about it in a not-so-hot fashion. If Skull were a millennia old being, he would play Russian roulette with some douchebags and give them body dysmorphia just for shits and giggles.

Skull will, however, complain about the acquaintances it left him with, as much as he wants, for as long as they’re assholes—which is shaping up to be for a very, very long time.)

The delightful but ultimately exasperating shit show that are one Sawada Tsunayoshi and Reborn-senpai does not fall into either of those categories, but in a secret, third, second-option-adjacent thing: idiots in love who, despite being more in sync with each other’s emotions than anyone could ever wish to be with their partner’s, couldn’t be more out of touch with their feelings if they tried. (And Skull has seen some paradoxes in his time, okay?)

All of this is relevant because, ultimately, despairingly, he’s gonna have to intervene. Jesus fucking Christ.

None of Tsuna’s little Elements, let alone any of Skull’s former colleagues—or anyone else who could, for that matter—is gonna do jack shit about it. They’re all either too emotionally constipated themselves, too scared of Reborn to dare going against him, or too willing to let them ‘go at their own pace’ (as if that will ever lead anywhere!).

So. It all falls into his hands to do something about it.

Does Skull win anything by meddling? Not in the slightest. On the contrary—

“I do not get paid enough for this shit,” Skull groans. “I do not get paid at all for this shit.”

If anything, he’s risking death by Reborn-senpai!

But he owes it to Tsuna, because despite being obviously influenced by Reborn in more ways than anyone would like, he has never, not even once, been unkind to Skull. Even before the whole Representative Battles happened—and that’s a whole other debt he needs to repay.

Unlike anybody else who has ever interacted with both Skull and Reborn, Tsuna has never once lacked basic human decency. (Skull wishes he had lacked basic human decency; he wouldn’t feel so morally obligated to protect the kid’s heart then.)

Enma pats his back in comfort when Skull hides his face in the other’s shoulder. Earnestly, he says, “I think you’re doing something truly honorable, senpai,” because he’s seen those two and knows what Skull has to deal with; more so than Skull, actually, because while Skull can just fuck-off whenever they get unbearable, Enma lives here and still has to interact with them on a daily basis.

What the fuck.

Skull raises his head long enough to look at him. “How do you deal with it, Enma-kun?”

Like the true child soldier he is—and he’s not gonna open that can of worms at the moment; Jesus, why did he even have to think about it?! One emotional crisis at a time, please!—Enma stares off into space before solemnly saying, “I grew up with Adel and Julie,” like that answers anything.

It kinda does, funnily enough.

“Ne, ne, Enma-kun,” Skull wheedles, getting an idea.

But Enma shakes his head, smiling apologetically before he can even say anything else. “I can’t help you with this,” he says, soothing the sting of his betrayal by running gentle fingers through Skull’s nape. “I grew up with Adel and Julie,” he reiterates meaningfully.

It takes Skull a moment.

“That bitch,” he says with an offended gasp. “She told you not to get involved, didn’t she?!”

Enma tugs gently at a lock in reproach. “Be nice to my sister.”

Skull pouts. Enma’s eyes soften. The fond amusement in his expression makes Skull’s stomach flutter.

(Maybe he has indigestion or something? He’ll have to pick up some Otha’s Isan on his way back.)

“If it makes you feel better, I will cheer you on every step of the way, okay? So hang in there, senpai.”

That does make him feel better.

If nothing else, Skull will at least have a cute little kouhai to come back to and be comforted by when this inevitably blows up on his face.

“Well,” Skull says, revisiting his earlier thoughts. He leans into Enma’s touch, feeling rejuvenated. “If there’s anything the great Skull-sama loves, it’s a good challenge!”

#🎐 #khr #skull #r27 #s00 #if you squint #(I know that’s Squalo’s shorthand but I only ever used the Arcobaleno’s initial so‚‚‚ rip) #that one sneaked up on me ngl but I’m not mad about it #anonymous #things I write #won't you stick around with me? #skull de mort: matchmaker extraordinaire #skull has no self preservation and all the intention to help his (begrudging) loved ones #hahahahahahaha #thanks for the prompt nonnie #sorry I’m just answering now!

[shakespeareallanpoe]

Batfamily Secret Santa

With the holidays coming up here's my headcanon for what each of the batfamily members would get each other if they were doing a secret Santa. (And yes, I know Bruce is canonically Jewish, but I believe either Tim or Dick are some denomination of Christian so I'd imagine they have a mixed holiday celebration at the manor)

Bruce (got Stephanie)

Ok so Bruce is super generous on a good day and I can't imagine Steph wouldn't be dropping hints since Thanksgiving, so he'd probably give her everything she asked for plus a new movie Wayne manor doesn't have, so after the celebration they could watch it together as a one-on-one bonding thing since he's pretty big on quality time in some versions.

Dick (got Bruce)

Bruce really doesn't expect anything for the holidays which is perfect because I have this headcanon that Dick is actually really bad with giving gifts. Someone bullied your little sister? Not on his watch. Life advice? He'll pull from his past experiences to tell you what not to do. Emotional support? Bro he's there. But birthday/anniversary/holiday gifts? Expect a mug with Snoopy's face because you both watched Charlie Brown together once. In July. He's just that kind of gift giver. So I'm thinking Dick would get Bruce a dinosaur themed 1,000 piece puzzle because Bruce likes dinosaurs and he likes puzzles so boom! Match made in heaven, ya boi is a genius. 😎

Barbara (got Jason)

Babs is a pretty practical person so her secret Santa to Jason probably consisted of a gift bag with manly smelling body wash, a gift card to Barnes & Noble, and a CD mixtape of Jason's Spotify favorites so he can pop it into a car and listen to it during long car rides.

Duke (got Damian)

So Duke is a pretty creative person when he's passionate about a project and his ideas are definitely one of a kind, but I think for some time he would really struggle with coming up with a secret Santa for Damian because he isn't all that close with Robin. He knew Damian appreciated weapons but he's also the type of person to not want Damian to think that weapons are all he is by getting him one. Presents for Damian's pets are off the table since Damian spoils them on every day of the year, so Duke would probably gift Damian something for the child he is, since Damian never had a childhood. Maybe a telescope so Damian could look at the stars with his family on clear nights. Just like what Duke's mom gave him as a boy for the holidays one year.

Cass (got Dick)

Cass didn't receive material gifts for most of her life so she probably enlisted Alfred's help. Given that the butler knows Dick pretty well, they decided to give him a gift basket with blue ribbon that had a T-shirt of his favorite band, some flash fuzzy socks (Wally would approve), and his favorite holiday candy. Dick is really more of a quality time kind of person if you want to make him to feel special, so it didn't need to be elaborate anyway.

Jason (got Cass)

I don't care how much people try to make Jason into a sexist, ignorant-to-the-fine-arts kind of person. Jason doesn't give a fuck about gender stereotypes and he loves learning, especially about classical things like literature or fine arts. For his secret Santa to Cass he got them both tickets for a weekend trip to Russia to see a ballet in person in one of the grandest cities in Russia. Cass has obviously been to many places across the world, but it was always for a mission and nothing more. For the holidays, Jason gifted her two days where they could travel and explore the culture, living like locals or being those stereotypical tourists just for shits and giggles. Just a few days without work to relax and live happy lives as regular people. When Cass got her gift Jason pulled her aside afterwards to explain it, so she wouldn't cry in front of everyone. And she did cry. Just a little. So did Jason.

Tim (got Duke)

Tim wouldn't think too hard about Duke's gift since he knows the people Duke hangs out with. Or could find them. Getting Duke a gift was as simple as casually running into Duke's friends and asking them about what Duke likes. Not that he or Duke's friends ever mentioned this to Signal, so when he opened his secret Santa and found some hyper-specific things amongst some more generic gifts, he began to wonder just how much Tim knew about his life.

Stephanie (got Babs)

Steph is absolutely the type of person to get someone for Christmas something they want themselves. So a lot of the gifts Bruce gave her look similar to what Babs got from Steph. Not that she means anything by it, but in her mind if it's worth wanting, someone else close to her probably wants it too. And Babs doesn't mind. She already bought herself a new desk light after the old one got knocked down one too many times, so it doesn't matter if she has a cute keychain to go on it.

Damian (got Tim)

Regardless of his age I think a younger sibling will always be a younger sibling. Damian would probably give Tim a large fancy gift bag filled with tissue paper... and nothing else. He'd do it just to see Tim's reaction to rifling through the bag for several moments to come up empty. Then, when Tim admits defeat, Damian would hand over a gift he asked Jon to pick up for Connor, nicely wrapped with Tim's forged signature and everything. He wasn't about to get Tim a gift but it's okay because he knew Tim would've somehow forgotten to get his boyfriend a holiday gift anyway. (And he did)

#and they all lived happily ever after #JK they live in Gotham #dc batman #batfamily headcanons #batfamily shenanigans #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #batman #batman comics #robin #dick grayson #nightwing #barbara gordon #oracle dc #batgirl cassandra cain #Batgirl #bat girl #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #robin the orphan #jason todd #red hood #signal dc #duke thomas #wayne family adventures #superman #supersons #damian wayne #damian al ghul #cassandra wayne

[nevarroes]

i refuse to send these thoughts separately:

who would cas main in league, he wouldnt play isnt an answer the mans gender is at least 25% calling people slurs on mic

okay but what if what if um 🥺👉👈 someone wanted to write a thing but they were super anxious about getting cas’s voice right in part because by the nature of how you share your creative concepts the only solid vibe they get is Doesnt Talk A Lot, When He Does Its 90% Weird Rude Mean Shit, hence the cesare big top burger comparison

and fuckin um i forget if ive ever asked, i mostly process cas’s fuckedupedness through a lens of npd, but am more familar with bpd because my own brain garbage is a bit of both and having had many loved ones with bpd, does cas ever fully freak the fuck out in an insecure attachment way trying to make gortash Go Away or trying to leave himself(but coming back generally), might characterize that Oh No Hes Going To Die leaves forever cant handle loss unless he “choses” it meltdown in a similar menthol eelnessTM vein

i especially love thinking about cas being extremely insecure because reality will never live up to his delusions of self importance perfection and grandeur because fun fact :^) a side affect of those thought patterns is constant disappointment in a reality of self that can never meet those expectations :^^^)

casim “i AM perfect or ill DIE” carnavorn

honestly "Doesnt Talk A Lot, When He Does Its 90% Weird Rude Mean Shit" is pretty on point here😭😭 I used to say like everyone desires him and then he opens his mouth and theyre like "hmmm yeah idk if this one's worth it chief". Like he has no filter at all but it isn't like he doesn't do it on purpose it's more like he goes out of his way to make sure everyone leaves in a worse mood than before, if that makes sense? Gortash would join in though honestly.... type of situation where Gortash tries to introduce them to some noble family on a party and Cas just drops that some poor girl looks like a fat cow (see this is funnier considering that he stands next to Gortash but ain't nobody gonna say that back) 🙏

aside from that though like.... in private? I suppose this may be more of a tone thing and I'm a VERY mid writer so I couldn't even tell you how I'd show this of the top of my head but I suppose he's more... clearly affectionately teasing? because yeah he obviously stays teasing and calls him a fat bastard in private still and such but it's very obvious if you look at them for a second that it's like a far cry from how he treats everyone else (smth smth his gaze very clearly softens and he allows himself to giggle and you can tell that they have been knowing each other for a long time)

okay sorry im YAPPING but ! ....If you want to write something I'd be over the fucking moon either way honestly like??😭 tbh I think you sound like you get him a lot already but also let me just say additionally... I see Cas as a character that's pretty flexible anyways because he erm... he has mood swings but also doesn't really have smth I'd consider a set speech pattern or something that he needs to sound in character?

anyways concerning the npd/bpd thing I never quite drew a line for him or anything to put him more into one camp but. I mean yeah based on the dying of old age scenario... LMFAOO but also yeah he does. Cas is the type of person that will literally leave the city for months or lock himself in and try to "become a new person" (he literally has moment where he's like "maybe I should just become who Bhaal wants me to be. maybe it would be easier") if there's some dispute with Gortash. It usually ends with Gortash forcing him to meet him again and Cas being something along the lines of "oh my fucking god can I just stop loving you already" but yeagh u know the fact that Gortash is kinda the only person he ever liked or even saw as a friend just makes it worse tbh

and the insecurities/delusions thing? yeah exactly what you said. a lot of his insecurities are insane too tbh like "I can never be what everyone desires" but then he loses it if he's NOT what someone desires, Gortash saying smth along the lines of "I like women too" would be enough to make him walk off a ledge because he can't be that part (smth smth I can be most perfect man on the planes but I'll never be a woman. funnier when u know he could use incubus illusion magic but he refused to his whole life). But anyways yeah as I said once Cas is like... a DEEPLY insecure person at his core even if he'd never admit or think that it shows

anyways after this analysis... Cas plays adc and shits on every support he plays with💯 He mains aphelios because he wants to look at a man but also because he thinks he's better than anyone else for playing a complex champ... hope u see my vison

#blakemail #cas lore #i thinks.... #i think gortash said that ONCE btw just to piss him off but he didnt know to what extent and it genuinely made Cas leave the city #this ones def a deep fucking trauma from his incubus days because of some weird incubus/succubus rivalry that got really out of hand #actually everything is a trauma from that time he got there like when he was a bit TOO YOUNG #fatphobia #mention i suppose

[burgundykicks]

1. "I love you ,its ruining my life" WAS NOT EXPECTION THAT IN FORNIGHT ,A TRACK 1?

I absolutely love the beat tho and I'm so exited for the music vid

2. HOLY SHIT THIS GD TITLE TRACK IS GIVING RED TO ME?

LIKE CAN YOU HEAR THE RED? I MF LOVE IT

"This ain't the Chelsea Hotel ,we're modern idiots"

"You left your typewriter at my apartment ,straight from the Tortured Poets department"

NOT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING DAMN

3. "I clean up sandcastles he destroys"

NOOOOOOO

"Left all these broken parts ,and told me I'm better off"

STOP IT PLEASE

4. "For a minute I knew cosmic love ,now I'm down back crying at the gym"

TELL ME THATS NOT WOLFSTAR/JEGULUS CODED?!?!?

Actually this whole song is giving wolfstar

"Everything comes out ,teenage petulance"

SIRIUS AND THE PRANK

5. TRACK FIVE OH GOD

"How much sad did you ,think I had ,did I have in me?"

STOPPP HELPNO ILL CRY

(INTERRUPTION TO SAY SHES JUST ANNOUNCED 15 EXTRA SONGS HOLY FUCK?!?!?!? SHES A MACHINE BRO)

6. "I only know these people raise you ,to cage you"

THIS SONG OMDS IT HITS SO HARD

"I'm having his baby ,no I'm not ,but you should see your faces"

Giggled bc that's rlly funny

7. "Now pretty baby I'm running back home to you ,fresh out the slammer I know who my first call will be to"

AHHHHHHHH

8. FLORENCEEEEEE

"I need to forget so take me to florida ,I got some regrets ill Bury them in florida"

9. "My boredoms bone deep"

"Am I allowed to cry"

"Someone told me ,there's no such thing as bad thoughts. Only your actions talk"

"If its make beleive ,why does it feel like a vow"

MARAUDERS FANDOM THOUGH

10. "You don't get to tell me about sad"

NO OMG THE WAY SHE SCREAMS THE TITLE HURTS SO MUCH

"Is it a wonder I broke let's hear one more joke ,then we could all just laugh until I cry"

"Who's afraid of little old me, well you should be"

"So tell me everything is not about me ,but what if it is? Then say they didn't do it to hurt me ,but what if they did? I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me. You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me."

Fuck

11. "But your good lord doesn't need to lift a finger ,I can fix him (no really I can)"

"He had a halo of the highest grade ,he just hadn't met me yet"

12. "Black and white ,all those plot twists"

The noble and most ancient house of black.

"I wish I could un recall ,how we almost had it all"

"It was legendary ,it was momentary"

13. TRACK 13!

"Cuz I'm a real tough kid ,I can handle my shit"

"Lights camera bitch smile ,even when you wanna die"

"I'm so depressed I act like it's my birthday everyday"

"I cry alot but I am so productive, it's an art"

"Cuz I'm miserable ,and no one even knows"

14. "Was any of it true ,gazing at me starry eyed"

"And I don't even want you back I just want to know ,if rusting my sparkling summer was the goal"

"And I would have died for your sins ,but instead I just died inside"

15. "Honestly ,who are we to fight the alchemy"

"This happens once every few lifetimes"

16. Last track before bonuses/the doubke album omgggg

"All your life did you know, you'd be picked like a rose"

"No one in my small town thought I'd see the lights of manhattan"

"You look like ,stevie nicks in 75 ,the hair and lips ,crowd goes wild at her fingertips ,a half moon shine ,a full eclipse"

MARAUDERSMARAUDERSMARAUDERSMARAUDERS

"Promise to be dazzling"

"You look like taylor swift in this life were loving it ,you've got edge she never did ,the futures bright ,dazzling"

I'LL POST A RANKING WHEN I DECIDE BUT AHHHHHH

#ttpd #the tortured poets department #taylor swift #new music #new album #notes

[theyrejustbehindtheveil]

Happy holidays @watsons-falling-snow and thanks for being so patient for your @mlsecretsanta gift

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Marinette is sitting on her bed, squinting in the slightly too dim light as she tries to line up the thread with the eye of her needle when there’s a knock on the window above her. She jumps, and drops the needle into her lap. 

“Fuck,” she mutters, and then looks up to see Chat Noir waving one clawed hand at her through the skylight. She unlatches the skylight, and then shuffles out of the way to let Chat drop down onto her sheets. 

“Good evening purr-incess,” he says, eyes glowing green “I saw the light on in your turret and this noble knight simply couldn’t help but drop in.” There’s flakes of snow in his messy hair, melting now in the warmth of her room. 

Marinette rolls her eyes fondly. “Hello to you too, Chat.” 

She wants to ask what he’s doing out this late, in the snow and the cold. It’s not normal for either of them to transform without an akuma on the loose, and there's definitely not one of those out right now. But something about the hunch of his shoulders stops her. 

“You wanna stick around?” She asks instead. “I need to finish this hem tonight, but I could use the company.” 

Chat brightens at the offer. “Yes please!” is his eager reply. 

“Go on then, get comfy. There’s a lot of hem I’ve still got to finish, since for some reason I chose to do a full circle skirt.”

Chat grimaces in sympathy. “Those do have a lot of hem, princess. They look super cool though, you’re going to look so pretty in it when it’s done.”

She’s long since stopped questioning his unusual breadth of fashion experience. 

 “Settle down, kitty, I've got a lot of work to do before we get to that point.” 

She watches as he settles himself down into her doona, tugging another blanket over his legs. He looks so cozy. Marinette wants to tuck him in and curl up next to him and just fall asleep. She imagines him curling one arm around her, holding her close and secure. 

She shakes her head at the thought. Even the thought of it is starting to make her feel sleepy. And she still has to finish a third of this skirt hem. 

It’s only when she goes to reach for her needle that she freezes in realisation.

“Fuck.”

“What's wrong?”

“I lost my needle,” she grumbles. “And if I don’t find it it's going to stab someone at like, the worst moment possible. Shit.” She starts lifting up the sheets, searching desperately for a telltale glint of silver. 

“Cmon, Chat, help me look for it before it stabs one of us.”

“It can’t be that urgent, surely it’ll turn up eventually.”

“Seriously Chat, bed-needles are the worst , they're like a ticking time bomb, but you get stabbed in your sleep.” She can’t see where it's got to, the needle lost in the folds of her bedclothes. Fuck.

“Never fear, noble lady, for I will be fine,” he says, gesturing at his torso. “Impenetrable suit, keeps me safe from the dreaded bed-needle”

“This is my bed, you menace. I sleep here.”

Chat goes a little pink under the edges of his mask. “Mmph,” he mumbles. 

“And only one of us is a costumed superhero, and it’s not me. I’d rather not get stabbed by a needle in the middle of the night.”

“Ah,” he says, still looking a bit lost. He rallies after a moment, straightening up and shucking off his blanket cocoon. “Chat Noir to the rescue it is then!” He flourishes into a bow as best he can with the low headroom. 

Marinette can’t help the giggle that escapes her, and it blossoms into a proper laugh when he straightens up too quickly at the waist and wacks his head into the ceiling. 

He’s staring at her, rubbing the top of his head with his eyes wide and his cheeks all pink and his hair sticking up the wrong way in the back.

Cute , she thinks, and then wait, what?

Cute isn’t an adjective she’s ever thought might apply to Chat. Silly, yes. Ridiculous, earnest, brave, of course. Kind, and sweet, and…

Charming.

Oh, hell . 

Chat’s gaze is still fixed on her, his hand frozen on the back of his head. 

Marinette feels like her entire world view has shifted on some invisible axis. It feels a little like that first unexpected act of kindness from Adrien, a sweet smile and a freely offered umbrella and the feeling inside of her that says  oh, hello. There you are.

Chat’s cheeks are still pink.

It’s still cute. 

The last time she had a crush on a boy, she turned into a stuttery mess every time she tried to talk to him. She can’t let that happen here. Chat is her friend, and more importantly, he’s her partner. Ladybug can’t be a stuttering mess when they’re trying to fight akumas, and Chat doesn’t deserve to have to deal with that. 

In times of crisis, Marinette has started trying to apply the mentality of what Alya playfully refers to as "What would Ladybug do?” 

The fact that Marinette is actually Ladybug has not stopped this being an effective strategy. Ladybug has to be confident, and brave, and self-assured. It’s easier to work herself up to being these things when she’s pulling that facade over herself. 

So Marinette takes a deep breath, and pulls a little Ladybug-ness over the panic and anxiety she can feel twisting itself up into a knot inside her. 

She leans forward a little, raising her chin to look Chat in the eye. “Are you feeling alright, kitty?” She waits a beat, before letting herself smirk a little. “Cat got your tongue?”

His mouth drops open, and then he tips his head back in a laugh that echoes between them. 

He’s beautiful when he laughs.

She starts laughing too, buoyed up by the bubbling joy and the infectious sound of CHat’s laugh. 

Their laughter gradually peters out into silence. Chat is staring at her, intent and steady. The weight of it makes Marinette feel unsettled, like something is about to change beyond the point of no return. They’re on a precipice, and she doesn’t know if she wants to fall or if she should jump. 

In the end, it’s Chat who takes the leap first. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, steady and sure, serious in a way he so rarely seems to be. 

The abruptness of the request takes her breath away. His green eyes are electric, fixed intently on her and sending a little thrill down her spine. She nods, mute.

Chat leans forward, tentative and a little shy, and presses his mouth against hers. It’s sweet, gentle, and she feels like she could unravel, like a ball of yarn unspooling down a hill. 

Marinette leans in, rising up a little to meet him and tilting her chin so their noses don’t get squished. Blunt claws gently scrape her jaw as Chat cradles her face, and she feels like spun sugar, like she could shatter and dissolve in an instant.

Warmth spreads through her chest, bright and happy. She feels like she might burst with feeling, like it could crack her open and spill out of her. She reaches for something to hold onto, to steady herself against the tidal wave spilling out of her. 

Abruptly, something sharp stabs into her thigh, and she breaks away with a sharp yelp of pain. 

“What? Are you okay? Marinette? Are you hurt, did I hurt you?” Chat’s face is creased with worry, and both hands reach for her and start anxiously checking her for hurts.

She reaches down to where she felt something stab into her, and feels along the worn cotton of her pj’s until she finds what she’s looking for.

She holds it up so Chat can see. 

“I told you someone would get stabbed by this thing at the worst possible moment.”

He looks between her, and the needle glinting between her fingers. His face clears, and his hands come to rest on her knees, and then he’s laughing once more, a rumbling chuckle that she wants to feel in her bones. 

She doesn’t know what to do with herself. All of her wants to keep kissing Chat, to let herself express all the joy and pleasure still locked up inside her chest. Another part of her, the anxious stress-balling part of herself, is tugging insistently at her, reminding her she has a project that she needs to get done. 

In the face of Chat’s rakish grin, it’s no fucking contest. She can set an early for tomorrow morning, and hate the universe then. For now, she’s here, in her room, with a boy looking at her like she hung the stars, and she never wants to leave this moment. 

From the look in his eyes, neither does Chat. He’s already leaning back in to press a kiss against her lips. And another, and another, and…

“No wait. Chaton, I’ll drop the needle again. Chaton!” she laughs, fending him off with one hand as she looks for her pin cushion. “Hold on, lemme just… aha!”

She finds her pincushion and pushes the needle firmly into it, and then sets it safely on the shelf above her bed. She folds the skirt she was working on, only slightly hindered by the way Chat is trying to catch hold of her hand, and sets it aside too. All sharp and pointy objects set safely away, she turns all her attention back to the boy in front of her. 

“Okay, where were we?”

And she takes his hand, and leans in to accept the kiss on offer.

She hopes it's the first of many more. 

#mlss2k22 #marichat #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #also its not mentioned but tikki spends this entire fic hiding under marinette's cat pillow #miraculous ladybug

[attourney-at-lycan]

on a more serious note i feel like im genuinely going to like the nature of janus and zane’s relationship.

in my rewrite, zane is pretty fucking mentally ill and i feel like they really have no one? garte is garte ofc, zianna “cares” but zane is not feeling it (they’re upset that zianna couldnt do anything to help them while garte manipulated and abused them), garroth is a cowardly sob, and vylad is dead-

so family isn’t an option, obviously.

those who they call “friends” are just politicians, diplomats and nobles that they have a ‘mutual’ agreement with for political power over o’khasis. (mutual not really, zane usually reaps most of the benefits)

there’s the citizens who revere them simply because they’re a head priest who listens to their prayers.

then we have the jury. it’s obvious they’re not friends with them, not only because the relationship between if of boss and subordinate, but also because they’re not in the positions given because they like zane. most of them are either extremely dangerous people that are only there for the shits and giggles (ivy) or they’re in the jury against their will (katelyn and jeffory).

the jury obviously doesn’t trust zane enough to care of dont like them enough to care. zane knows they can’t betray them but that still doesn’t me they themselves can trust the jurors. so why open up to them, yknow?

which is why im so hhhhh because despite being at the top of the food chain in o’khasis, they’re pretty.. alone? there’s no one around to listen to their problems, they used to. as a child when zane was a fervent believer and follower of irene, they’d talk to the small statue of irene whenever they felt lonely. but still zane wants it this way.

maybe it’s out of lack kf trust in anyone, fear of not wanting to be hurt, not wanting their plans exposed, not wanting to be rejected, maybe it’s self inflicted punishment for their plans of going against a goddess? who knows

going off track here but i think this is where janus comes in. janus is probably the only person who is actively around zane, who wants to be around them, who listens to them and doesn’t even do anything whenever zane lashes out at them.

i don’t really have a backstory for janus but i keep imagining a scene where zane finds him for the first time, maybe almost fucking dead, or actually. No. zane approaches them while he’s imprisoned. and says something about how people call janus a monster. janus doesn’t like being called that but doesn’t say anything bc he knows they rightfully deserve that title. then a pause and zane says something along the lines of ‘i will make u a true monster’ or something along those lines i gotta think abt it

i would spam more but this is as much as my brain can currently spew out

#GOD I DIDNT EVEN GET TO EXPLAINING THE NATURE OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP!!!!!!!! #i’ll do it some other time ig #aphmau #minecraft diaries #mcd rewrite #aphblr #zane ro'meave #janus the silver death

[bronzeagepizzeria]

(You’re the only one on my dash rn who doesn’t love everything about the 60th anniversary dw so u get these thoughts I’m sorry in advance)

Did the vibe of the ~happy family~ scene at the end of The Giggle feel… *off* to you too? Like, er, especially when it came to the part where Rose Noble and the Doctor apparently snuck off for a little trip in the TARDIS, and when he looks across the table at her and calls her his “favorite niece.” I feel kinda dirty for thinking it, but like, in RTD’s first era, there were often sexual undertones to the sneaking around and whisking daughters out from under the noses of their mothers for TARDIS trips. Which was good fun to me when it was Rose Tyler (and I was Rose Tyler’s age watching it , and age gap shit was sexy and harmless to me 🙃). But I thought of that again with this moment of this episode and like. Is it just me and I can’t look at David Tennant’s intense eyes without thinking of sin, or did anyone else get a not-okay Vibe too?? (Like this the Doctor’s Bojack arc, Donna catches them in a compromising position one day and he has to drive back to LA in a boat and drink himself to death) (is it just me with this reading am I just fucked up lol) (asking anon for obvious reasons in case I’m the only sicko…)

😭😭😭😭 anon oh gosh. honestly I didn’t get those sort of vibes from their interactions, it felt quite familial to me! i’m more or less making my peace with what we got now, just separating s1-4 from the rest of the show in my head ❤️ I think rtd did what he did to set up a spin off or something, and i’m not really interested in what he plans to do with this 14th doctor anymore so I’m just sticking to loving the human tenth doctor and rose!

#answered #anonymous #dw negativity

[rainbowchaox]

i want to know all about your bi himbo and his friend group so i’ll take 50 for each of them

What is your favorite thing about them?

First off with the bi Himbo himself! His name is Athan and my favorite thing about him is honestly not what usually people would think. I love how petty and how despite being a asshole he is still charming. His whole thing is that he never believed in god but realized as one of the many bastard kids left to be raised by a whore mother in a brothel in the middle of what is pretty much like whore alley in a shitty unlawful like city right in the middle of two major kingdoms (one is based on like Roman and Greek stuff and the other is Arabic and Asian insipred) that hate each other and numerous times have gone to war. that he either was gonna be eventually be forced to be a servant or a whore because Surpise! He’s mixed Race between the white race and the brown race. And both kingdoms hate them mixed races (there’s actual lore reasons but I’m trying to summarize as much I can). But yeah he figured out soon as a kid the only way he could go past than a life in the gutter is to get any sort of schooling. But obviously he isn’t dumb so he quickly realizes that the only way to get said schooling is to become part of the church as luckily his magical core is Light (there’s schools for nobility and then the church also teaches their priests in training the same stuff.). It’s his best chance to have a life BUT becoming the part of the church is like where the shitty second horns of nobles usually go to and Despite being one of the only talented commoners ducking insults all the rich boys and legit is so blunt that half his class hates him. He is just in it for a good job and somehow he becomes a better priest than legit all his peers. Like he is petty and will make a douche embrass himself. (Literally how he became a ex priest is when the new head saint is like you are too rude to the nobles and he was like ok give me my retirement fund and the head saint was like WHAT THE FUCK.). He also starts numerous socialist movements by accident when he drank some wine. (Ps he has light brown skin numerous freckles and moles golden brown eyes.)

Next is Eis (my beloved). I love him so much because he is such a funny little ace spectrum (literally only had them feelings when he saw Athan being his gremlin self and was like oh shit) homosexual.he is introduced as this powerful Battle Mage that everyone is pretty sure is the next incarnation of the worlds evil god. And when you see him and his future man interact he is JUST- that one smart kid in your class that legit tried to make some dangerous chemical in the lab for shit and giggles. He looks cold and a bit condescending but he is totally a force of chaos and major only child syndrome I won’t lie. (He has white hair and pale skin with stormy blue eyes)

Next is our girl boss and mess of a human being! Cadenza the expelled student from like Alchemy College. She is just insane. My favorite part of her is despite her utter insanity she will go ram for those she cares about. Like the amount of loyalty this sapphic goober has in her. (Brown wavy hair with emerald eyes)

And finally the queen herself, aka Norturne a ex assassin that’s such a bro. My favorite part is despite being the supposed edgy one she is legit the voice of reason. And she can’t flirt to help her whatsoever despite looking like a typical Feme fatale that uses charm to screw over people, nope. She is just very mellow and socially awkward.

#my ocs are my children #you should have known better than to let me speak lol

[thatpunkmaximoff]

[Book 2 of 4]

Story: 4 out of 5 Smut: 4 out of 5

Rhys Larsen is now my favorite book boyfriend. He was the surliest bodyguard, intent on doing his job and doing his job well without making any personal connections. But then in comes Bridget who turns his world upside down.

The Princess and the bodyguard. The bodyguard and HIS princess. Bridget is so used to being spoken to a certain way because of her royal status, but then in comes Rhys who pretty much tells her to 'get on her knees and crawl'. Like.. damn! Haha.

For me it was a little slow in the beginning, probably because nearly almost the first half of the book was what happened during the first book's ending, but it ended up picking up and I loved it! I devoured the second half of the book which had me gasping and crying and then just being happy for how everything came together. And don't forget those surprise twists! Loved it :)

Now enjoy my ramblings as I read the book:

* Rhys going on about how he’s never had a client under his protection harmed is making me giggle. Your streak is about to be broken, my friend.

* Damn. Rhys really scared the shit out of the frat boy who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Oh buddy, you and Bridget are so screwed.

* So why doesn’t Rhys wanna be in Eldorra? From the text he got, and his explanation after, I’m assuming Rhys has family there but that he doesn’t wanna know their identity?

* Jesus.. the tension between this two 👀

* Lol she got stuck in her dress and he had to help her. How embarrassing.

* Aww. He set up an indoor festival for her because he made her miss the outdoor one.

* A gunshot would ruin the charged atmosphere. Way to be cockblocked by violence.

* Lmao at Rhys threatening Bridget’s dates. Just fuck already!

* Oof. Her brother is abdicating. I knew it was coming, but seeing how she found out.. yeah, dude, you’re an ass.

* Fuck Viggo! Rhys should have kicked his ass lol.

* Holy shit. Rhys snapped! He bent Bridget over that dresser and- 🥵 Too bad she’s drunk and he knows better.

* Hot damn. #4 on the bucket list.. Rhys really delivered.

* Woo. We finally caught up to the “present” time.

* Andreas is coming to Eldorra permanently? Fuck this guy. He wants the crown. I just know it.

* OH MY GOD! Rhys want’s to permanently be her bodyguard!!!

* Ouch. Rhys’ relief at seeing Bridget again totally vanished when he realized she’s searching for a husband 😬

* Of course Andreas would catch them in a semi-compromising position 😒

* Her birthday ball/husband seems like a bust. And here I am wishing Rhys’ mysterious father is if noble blood so he can marry Bridget 😒

* Fuck Erhall!

* Awww. Rhys sketched her and gave it to her as a birthday present 🥺

* Who the fuck was in Rhys’ room? It was Andreas, wasn’t it? That slimy little shit.

* Ugh.. so awkward lol. Steffan kissing Bridget in front of Rhys 🫣

* “I’ve seen you kiss a cat with more passion.” // “Is that why you knocked over the lilies?” // “My. Hand. Slipped.” - lmfao. Sure, Rhys. Sureeee 😏

* “Even when you’re not there, you’re everywhere. In my head, in my lungs, in my fucking soul.” — Rhys Larsen, ladies and gents.

* “I was always meant to find my way to you.” — oh my god 😭

* Y’all weren’t lying about that gazebo scene 👀🥵

* Vibrating underwear. You dumbass 😂

* Rhys’ father has to be of noble blood! Why else would he have freaked and left after his mother confessed she was pregnant?

* Who the fuck is Malin now..?

* Holy shit.. “crawl to me” 👀

* Oh fuck. Who caught them banging?! Alndreas seems like the obvious choice.. could it be someone else?

* They’re dancing in a gazebo 😭

* “Careful, Mr. Larsen, or I’ll think you actually like me.” // “Baby, we’re way beyond like.” — Goddammit, I love him.

* Shit. She told her family and royal advisors, and grandfather collapsed. This isn’t good.

* Noooooo. Don’t end the relationship 😩

* Way to breaks my fucking heart, Bridget!

* ANDREAS IS HIS BROTHER?! NO FUCKING WAY!!!

* AND HIS FATHER IS ERHALL?! Fuck his family sucks.

* Aww.. Andreas was actually a good guy? And who the duck was snooping around Rhys’ place? Who sent the video? I’m gonna laugh if Alex has anything to do with this 😂

* The king is encouraging her to find away around the marriage law!!

* SHE FUCKING CALLED IN ALEX!!!! 🙌🏻

* The girls are all together again!

* “Bridget felt better than Heaven. She felt like home.” — they love each other and I’m so happy 😭

* I love a good blackmail session lol.

* The law’s been repealed!!!!

* Mikaela and Elin?! You traitorous bitches.

* He proposed in Costa Rica 🥰

* .. and now they’re married 😭

* Lol.. where did Jules and Josh get off to 😏

#book review #twisted series #twisted games #ana huang #booktok #bridget von ascheberg #rhys larsen #bookworm

[seaswalllow]

“You’re gonna lose a finger if you don’t get outta my sight right now,” Clypeus rumbles. It’s more of a low, furious snarl, really; Solus, just passing by, winces as the smoky tang of anger hits his nose. Skye’s there, a poisonously sweet smile curling the edges of her mouth, and Timore is there, all icy anger- he only has to look once at the nobleman that they’re loosely arranged in front of, and he can guess what exactly is happening here.

Fucking nobles. Especially because if he’s remembering right, this is the eldest Duke of Hoarton, and- ugh, he really doesn’t need to guess. Not with the man who has more mistresses than fingers on his hands, and he hasn’t even lost any fingers.

He wanders over, pasting a vaguely cheerful smile onto his expression, and drapes himself across Cly. The weight won’t do much to stop Cly from lunging, but it’ll make him second-guess the movement, and hopefully ground him as much as Skye’s hand on his arm is.

“Is there a problem, gentlemen?” He all but purrs, slitted eyes watching the duke with keen interest. Duke Hoarton is nasty enough, and just as foolish, but it takes a special kind of stupid to stare down three, then four witchers, and assume you’re not outnumbered.

“Duke Hoarton was giving me some tips about what to do with my beauty, and Clypeus objected,” Skye says with some amusement, darkly tinted, and Solus snorts, making sure to lend it as derisive a weight as he can. It’s just funny when he watches the duke’s ruddy face color a deep, rich beetroot, in his defense.

Then he considers his next words.

“I thought the Duke liked being on the other end of the harem?”

Silence. Solus stifles a gleeful wriggle, only watching the Duke’s mouth open and close like a cat at a mousehole, and slowly, steadily, Clypeus’ scent smooths out into something lighter.

“Those are dueling words,” the Duke warns, face red, and this time Solus doesn’t hide the way he throws back his head and cackles. Besides him, Skye giggles lightly too, and Solus throws her a wide smiles as he catches his breath, leaning heavily on Cly.

“Oh, fuck, that’s a good joke- shit, you want to pick which of us you’re going to fight? Skye probably should, as the head, but I’m fine with dueling for my words, can’t be worse than a drowner-”

The duke’s blustering again. Honestly, it’s fucking hilarious, and he could stand here all day, but Clypeus is also steadily winding tighter and tighter under his grip, so he only grins, bright and merry and cruel.

“Here’s a tip. If you’re not willing to put some steel behind your words, don’t fuckin’ drop them at all, you spineless loach. Skye, whattya say?”

“Leave him,” she hums after a moment, eyes just as bright as his. “He’ll learn his lesson better if he’s alive, after all.”

“Honored, Skye of the Cats,” the duke grits out, and Solus rolls his eyes, dragging himself off of Clypeus only to start turning him in a different direction. Skye doesn’t bother offering him the courtesy of a bow; only watches with sharp eyes as he bows and scurries into the crowd before she crowds around their other side to herd them out.

The crowd parts like water before them- an angry witcher is a sign for havoc, let alone two. The fact that they have four witchers doesn’t help.

Solus exercises enough self control to wait until they’re outside, and then he drops the smile, facing them. Cly rumbles again, and he slides an arm around his shoulders, waiting for the Wolf to draw his arms around him.

“Mistress-hunting, I’m presuming,” he says, and Skye sighs.

“Wife hunting. Disowned Aphelion or not, some nobles haven’t gotten it through their head and think my title would make a nice accessory to theirs.”

“Fuck them,” Clypeus grits out, and- ow, yeah, his arms are tightening around Solus. “Fuck them, and their lies, and disrespectful trophy-hunting bullshit-”

Solus shoots a wide-eyed look at Skye, but Timore only looks on in grim agreeance. It’s not that he disagrees. It’s just that- well. This is an interesting development now, how protective he gets, isn’t it?

Skye sees his look, and steps around to him, curling up under another arm. “Stop, Cly. It’s okay— they’re not worth your anger, okay?”

“They don’t even see you as a person,” he starts, and then falls silent as Skye presses a gentle kiss to his lips. Top marks, Solus notes idly. Very good way to make your Wolf be quiet.

“Seriously. It’s okay. While they’re out here, chasing empty titles and pointless pride, I get to be happy with all of you. I have a family I can trust, partners to trust- everything they have is built on a lie. And I’m more than strong enough to face them.”

Slowly, slowly, Cly presses his forehead against hers, and the acidic taste of his anger fades a little more.

“I know you are,” he murmurs quietly. “But it rankles all the same.”

“And that’s why we’re here as support,” Solus breaks in, now slinking up to Timore to wrap himself around the Viper and revel in his warmth in the cool night. “So you don’t go cat-mad from jealousy and start an intercontinental incident.”

“I’m not jealous,” Cly grumbles, and all of them laugh faintly- even Timore huffs out a soft laugh, the knife in his hand vanishing. “Seriously, I’m not. I just don’t like sharing.”

Solus has to pause at that, and squint at him.

“…We are in a polycule.”

Cly waves a hand at him, and Skye giggles a little, the edges of Timore’s mouth ticking up.

“That’s different. You don’t count. I trust you, I don’t trust the fucking wife-hunters.”

Solus presses a hand to his chest and playfully swoons back against Timore. “Do you hear that? He trusts us! A declaration of love so profound-”

“I take it back,” Cly deadpans over him, “you specifically are not allowed in my room-”

If Solus puts his heart into it, really puts his heart into it, he thinks he can win his way back in. That’s half the fun, anyways, charming his way back, testing out how much those beds can hold out, how much of the innkeeper’s coin goes towards good, solid products. It’s not the entire point of it, though, he thinks, as the din of their argument ebbs and falls as they wind their way back to the inn they’re lodging at for the night.

I trust you.

“I trust you too,” he says, at once, and all three of them look askance at him before Skye beams and pads over to press a kiss to his cheek, Timore grumbling less aggressively than he would otherwise.

I trust you, I love you, I’m here for you. We’re yours, and you’re ours.

#kit writes #vivet verse #vivet au #vivet au month #vivet tag #last one of the night i have an exam in 12 hours and need Sbeep but. i've found my stride :_

[khaleesiofalicante]

"I wanted every piece of me to crash into every piece of you, I swear to God that's how they make stars" Mary Lambert

This isn’t the first time someone had mistaken David for his father. They better be careful 🔪

What if Max didn’t want to move in because he didn’t want to live with David?

What if he didn’t think it would be fun to live with David?

They are both idiots huh???

“But I can handle it-”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea-”

“I said I can handle it!” David yelled.

Ok, give this boy a break or his going to have a breakdown soon

“Ask for help,” she said again. “And if you are feeling overwhelmed, take a break.”

“But the institute-”

“-is not going to go anywhere,” she said.

I am loyal to one (1) goodness 😌

“Why do people call me baby boy or baby girl?” David wondered out loud.

“Because you are baby,” his father popped him on the nose.

Yeah, he's got a point. I looove Jace and David's interactions🥺🥺 they make me so emo!!!

“I can’t see anything,” she frowned. “It’s dark.”

///

“I see…I see a prince,”

Should I be worried or should I be fucking terrified???

He wanted to say something. But what was at the tip of his tongue was neither kind nor necessary. More people should follow this...

In your face, Mal!!! He prefers David 😎

Not another attack!

Looveee how the starts of the POV's complement with exactly how I feel about the end of the other one jsgskdk

Rafael and Camilla's friendship is just so goddamn amazing!!!

“What? Who in my family snitched?” Rafael gasped. “Wait. Was it Lily?”

“It was actually Gigi,” Camila giggled.

“Wait. Does everyone know?” Rafael asked in horror.

Yeah, not a smart decision to leave your family with that biig knowledge...

Wife.

Wow.

Wife is his favorite word now and no one can change my mind

“I’m not asking for your permission,” Rafael said quickly. “It’s sexist and archaic and frankly, Anjali would kill me if she found out.”

Diego chuckled at that.

“But you two are the most important people in the world to her,” Rafael said gently. “And it would mean a lot to me if I could have your blessing.”

Before he knew it, Diego was pulling him into a hug and muttering softly in Spanish, and kissing Rafael on the head.

AAAAHHH THIS SCENE MAKE ME SCREAM AND I WOKE MY MOM UP BUT ITS SO WORTH IT😭🥺💙💙

The woman covered her mouth with a hand and sighed. “It’s as beautiful as my Anjali.”

Rafael smiled. “Not really. But it’s pretty close.”

///

Rafael laughed at that. "I will take good care of her. I promise."

This man is so in love it's getting annoying...jk, jk I absolutely love him❤️

I support Rosewood above everything else bc just look at them!!! Power couple, but also soft with each other, but also badass and smart af, and-

Marry me. Marry me. Marry me.

FOR GODS SAKE JUST ASK HER ALREADY!!! I CAN'T STAND THE WAITING 😭

He knew the small ones worked.

He heard the whispers in the shadow world.

He knew it worked.

He just needed to make sure the big ones would work too.

I don't know what he's talking about and at this point I am afraid to ask...

He wanted magic to be like water.

A resource.

Something everyone could have. Something everyone can benefit from.

Ok, that is a really noble cause and shit, but who exactly is going to suffer the consequences of this???

“Yes,” he replied. “It’s my destiny, Mal. This is what I was born to do. It will work.”

"I know," she smiled at him. "My destiny is Max."

Have y'all consider.. therapy???

“Tell me everything you know about Anjali.” If you so much as THINK of hurting her, I will fucking end you🔪 and I know Rafael will too!!!

Alexandra, get your gay together!! Just do it!!!

“No one has seen shadow demons,” Lexi sighed with disappointment. “They’re extinct.” I feel like they are not extinct enough... (I laughed at my own joke omg jshsksn)

“No fire message?” Lexi frowned.

“Why would we send those when we can text?” Gabriel asked her incredulously and walked away.

Selena sighed dramatically. “I love them.”

Both of them are so sexy for it tbh...

“She was talking about some issue with the warlocks in LA not being able to use magic. I think it’s resolved now." Getting increasingly more concerned about this...

“I think so,” Liv whispered. “Are you trying to come out to me? Because it won’t make a difference to me. I love you. Regardless of how you identify.” omfg😂😂 like, this was so sweet but you got the completely wrong idea!! I mean no one can blame her, Lexi was definitely not clear AT ALL!!

“A boat needs two people to move, or it will be lost,” Lexi explained.

“You want to have a threesome?” Liv asked.

“By the angel!” Lexi yelled. “Liv! Stop reading into this too much!”

“Then what am I supposed to do?” Liv looked very confused. “I don’t get it.”

Jshskdjdkdk please, they are both so chaotic and I love them so much😂💙

“And then the kite is flying and-holy fucking shit.”

“What happened to the kite?” Liv asked.

Obsessed at how she is worried for the kite lmao

“It’s a warlock,” Gabriel said. “A warlock is portaling into the institute, summoning demons and commanding them to attack.” FUCK!! WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??? WHAT'S HAPPENING??

Ok, gotta go to think about all the possible things this can go wrong... See you next week!!!

💙.💙.💙.

The quote is so *chef’s kiss* omg how you find this shit 😍😍😍

Here is a David tiktok for you 😎

#lbaf

[qillmhi]

How would the turtles react to you having a crush on them was so cute !! Do you think you do a Leo and Donnie one ? Also hope your doing ok 🥰

I got your order right here! I'm doing great thank you❤

How would the boys react to you having a crush on them?

Gender neutral!reader

Heres for Raph and Mikey

Leonardo

It happened during a game of a drunk version of Truth or Dare.

The turtles are 21, and Splinter finally let the boys go loose.

Which in turn lead to Casey bringing in the Big boys' drink.

As the eldest and most responsible brother, he has a reputation of a strong foundation to uphold.

To be tough, reliable, sensitive and level headed at all times.

But today he decided to relax a bit and had himself a few shots.

It didn't taste as good as he expected. But it does have a somewhat pleasant burn that goes down his throat. Soon he had gotten pretty tipsy.

Not as much as the rest of you dumbasses though.

So far, Casey had his shoe tied on his head, Donnie was passed out drunk, April was out in the kitchen trying to get herself sober, while you were forced to chug down a whole shot glass of vinegar, and finally: Mikey and Raph had both ends of their masks braided together.

Leo was sober enough to not choose dare. Sure he had to admit some embarrassing stuff but at least he was fine.

"Aight! (Y/n)... truth orrrr.... truth..?" Mikey slurred.

Raph took a shot "You idiot that's the same thing!"

"Bruh. Tough choice." You giggled like a mad hatter. "I'd say... truth!"

"Ooohhhh I've been waiting for this!" Casey rubbed his hands together with an evil grin.

Fuck. You didn't like that look.

Mikey's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Oh this sounds like its about to get juicy!" He giggled drunkly.

"Ehem, ehem!" Casey cleared his throat as if he was about to give an important speech "Tell me (Y/n)." He leaned closer "If you could fuck anyone here, who would it be?" He asked in the most cocky expression a human can ever muster.

Leo shot Casey a horrified look. He did not just ask that!

Mikey and Raph hooted. They were caught off guard by the question, but too drunk to care.

Leo opened his mouth to stop the game but you cut him off.

"Hmmmm.... I'd say...." You hummed "Leo."

Said leader did a double take. Did you just....?

Okay, he had to admit that you were a bit of a looker. He isn't going to lie about that.

Not that he's one to judge but he didn't think you saw him attractive in that way.

It was... honestly very flattering.

Casey raised an eyebrow "Leo?"

"Definetly, Leo yes." You nodded as if it was a normal conversation. "I'd totally fuck Leo."

Leo let out a choked gasp.

Raph snorted "Why Leo though? He's too stuck up!" Leo looked at Raph, incredibly offended.

"Nah man!" You dismissed Raph with a wave and leaned forward with a serious look on your face "Leo got that Daddy Dom vibes ya know?" You squinted your eyes like that 'aliens guy meme'.

Daddy what?!

"He is bossy, I agree." Mikey had taken on a broken noble British accent for some reason "I do presume he would act as such in the bedroom~?"

"Oh my gawd!!" Casey was basically dying.

The eldest brother's jaw dropped.

Excuse me?! He's right there!!

You continued "He's probably into some Bondage kink too." You said "If he isn't, he'd be strong enough to hold me down with those delicious muscles~!" You licked your lips.

"THATS ENOUGH!!" Leo shot up, with his face glowing bright red and started talking all the bottles from the table "YOU ALL HAD TOO MUCH TO DRINK!! TIME TO GO SLEEP!!" Leo obnoxiously yelled, drowning out the disappointed groans and protests.

Casey ended up staying over, while Leo, Master Splinter and April had to take care of five idiots.

The discussion of the contents of that night were never brought up again.

Mostly because none of you remembered shit.

But Leo does.

He doesn't ask you if you remember what you said. He didn't wanna ruin any of your friendships.

But sometimes he thinks back to that time and couldn't help but feel flustered.

He definitely checks himself out in the mirror before coming out of his room from then on.

Donatello

Do you know where there are some instances where you just gotta 'set the mood'?

For example: intercourse requires some form of foreplay to prepare both parties before they continue. Or first impressions require certain untold rules to ensure a decent platform when starting friendships.

Unfortunately, you aren't very aware of it.

You were a new addition to their little group. A fellow night rider vigilante of Casey and Raphael.

After going on a group of Foot ninjas to save the hot headed turtle, you earned Leo's respect. Raph told everyone about it and led to him introducing you to the whole fam.

"Goddamn Raphie! Who's the cutie with the duffie?"

But still, this was the first time he got to meet you.

A duffie?

"Uh... H-Hello?" It was more of a question than a greeting.

He looked around at what could be considered a "duffie". That was until he noticed his dufflebag.

What a minute...

He flusteredly pointed at himself "M-M-Me?!" Damn stuttering!

"You got it hot stuff." You winked.

Donatello shrieked and hid his face and avoided you for the rest of the night.

As someone who spent their entire life living in solidarity, he isn't used to getting such straightforward compliments.

If its not obvious yet, you're the incredibly bold type of person, not even having any sort of filter.

Which is why you're Raph's new bestfriend.

And being his brother's new bestfriend means you get to hang around in the lair.

Lots of cat calling.

"My Donnie-bunny~! I'm here!"

He couldn't handle being flustered around you so he spent a lot of time hiding away in his lab.

He would busy himself by working very loudly to drown out you laughing in the background.

Lots and lots of teasing.

One time he caught you staring, but instead of looking away like a normal person, you blew him a kiss.

Absolutely shameless!

He ran and locked himself in the lab while crumbled into a blushing mess on the floor.

His brothers are enjoying this whole shit show.

There was also this one time you manage to trap him against the wall.

Boi was pretty short and you were pretty tall so it was easy to get a clear view of this blushing panicky mess of a genius.

"You're not going anywhere this time~" you purred seductively.

His brain was having a meltdown.

"I-I-I uh.....!"

He passes out.

He somewhat got used to it after a while and started to come out a bit more and talk to you during missions, though he can't look you in the eye.

He still tends to scoot away from you but stays within your peripheral vision.

That or he unsuccessfully hides behind a pillar.

"Donnie! You cannot hide that fine ass from me!" You laughed like an evil villain when you spotted him hiding from you.

He panics "N-No? I'm just c-checking if this are i-is clean!"

It was infuriating how easily you can make him lose his cool.

That doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy your pampering.

Bringing him items from your uncle's workshop for him to use.

"Wow! It's still in great condition!" Donnie looked up at you with that adorable smile of his "How can I repay you?"

You thought about it for a bit and snapped your fingers with a wink "A date would suffice~" You suggested, wiggling your eyebrows.

Cue embarrassed screeching.

"S-Stop! I hate it when you do that!"

Look at his fucking face. He's definitely trying to suppress a smile.

"Awe~! Are you blushing?"

"N-No!"

"Awww you're so cute Donnie~!"

"S-Stop it please!"

Is the type of guy that jolts to the roof when you hug him from behind.

Don't do that when he's working tho.

He's not really the type that knows how to deal with someone who's got a crush on him.

Sometimes he feels really bad by not really giving a response to your affections and rude for running away so he would would often make some trinkets for you.

You often call them as Donnie's 'Declarations of love~!'.

And oddly enough... he doesn't correct you on that.

That olive green face of his turning into a burning red hue and squirming around the corner while mumbling excuses was just absolutely adorable!

You simply couldn't get enough!

And frankly? He is kind of enjoying your attention too.

[autumnleaves1991-blog]

Could I have 13 and 70 from the smut list with King Arthur?

A/N: Yes, yes, you can. :D Also took some inspiration from the live-action Cinderella movie. Thank you for reading, reblogging, commenting, and liking. 

Pairing: King Arthur x F! Reader 

Warnings: 18 + only for smut, p in v 

Masterlist 

Prompts: “Your parents would be royally disappointed if they saw what you have on right now. Even more disappointed at what I’m thinking about doing to you.”& “I know all of your weaknesses.”

You fidgeted in your pretty gown for the eighth time in the last ten minutes, and your mother was less than pleased. “Stop moving, ungrateful child, this is your chance to impress the King! A chance for us to rise among the nobles!” she hisses at you, pulling your shoulders back. A ball in King Arthur’s court, wearing a corset that did little to help in the way of breathing, and your overbearing mother is breathing down your neck. Your sister beside you covered her giggles with a cough as you rolled your eyes. 

“Oh, Lady Charlotte!” Mother smiles and thankfully leaves you for a moment alone. You take a deep breath and lower your shoulders, eyes scanning the room for exits. 

“She will catch you, you know,” your sister giggles again, “and drag you right back.” 

“I feel more like a prized bird on display than a woman,” you scoff, “does she honestly believe that the King is going to look at me in this ridiculous get-up and fall madly in love? We are peasants; how did we even get invited to this?  Besides, I haven’t even seen this King before; what if he’s some hideous brute? Maybe that’s why they haven’t commissioned any portraits of him.” 

“I’ve heard he’s quite handsome and young.” 

“The average life span of a person is only fifty or so years, so how young can he be, twelve?” you groan at seeing the large plume of your mother’s hat coming back your way. “I need to get out of here before mother sells me to the highest coin.” 

“Quickly then,” she shoos, “I know why you don’t want to meet the King; he’ll never compare with your handsome stranger.” She grins mischievously at you, and you hold your breath waiting for the fallout. 

“How did you know about that?” 

“Sister, darling, you are not very good at hiding your feelings.” You glare at her, and she giggles, “I also saw the two of you by the creek when I was out fetching berries last week. He’s quite handsome.” 

“There you are!” Mother returns and puts her hands on your shoulders, pretending to show affection. “The King is coming,” she whispers with a grin and moves to stand between the two of you. You look over at your sister and give her your best pleading face, mouthing the words, ‘please don’t tell’ she smiles and nods with a wordless ‘promise.’ 

The trumpets sound loud, and a man stands forward to announce the King. People sitting rise to their feet, girls around you giggle like children, several pushing up their chests, biting their lips, or pinching their cheeks for some extra color. You stand there with a lump in your throat, trying to swallow around it. 

When the King makes his entrance, the crown glistening off the top of his head, your mouth slowly falls open on a gasp. “Art?” you whisper, your mother shushing you; you can feel your sister’s eyes burn into the side of your face. Everyone around you bows and curtsies low in honor, but your body has frozen, your limbs no longer working. 

“Curtsy,” your mother grabs your hand and pulls you down with a hiss, and you gasp, nearly falling to the floor with force. The noise draws his attention, and when the crowd rises, his eyes are staring intensely into yours. Those eyes you love, Art the apprentice, is the King of England. “He’s staring at you,” you can hear the glee in your mother’s voice, but all you feel is dread. 

The music begins to play, and several Lord’s come up to him showing their offspring off like a cow at the market. And for a moment, his eyes leave yours, and you bolt. “Where are you going?” your mother moves to grab you, but your sister intervenes; God bless her. You walk as quickly as your skirts will allow towards the door to the gardens, and when you are on the threshold, an arm comes out to stop you. 

“Wait, milady,” you freeze, half wanting to rip your arm from his grasp and slap him across the face for his misdirection, the other half wanting to turn and get lost in the deep blue of his eyes. “My love,” he whispers only for you to hear, “let me explain.” The second half wins, and you turn slowly, noticing the entire ballroom is watching the scene with rapt interest. His eyes, as blue as the sky reflecting off the sea, have you unraveling before him. “Dance with me?” he straightens to his full height, letting go of your arm and holding out a hand, “please.” 

Your hand trembles as you bring it up and place it in his. The warmth that is usually so comforting seems to set your skin ablaze as you follow him to the middle of the ballroom. The music is slow, and you follow the steps with him in a carefully orchestrated dance. “Talk,” you whisper, “why did you lie to me?” 

“I didn’t lie,” he grins, “not exactly; I am still learning my trade, just like an apprentice.” 

You know all the eyes are on you, and you smile when he gives you a turn, stepping hard on his foot when you come around. He grunts but doesn’t stop the dance, continuing each step. “That wasn’t very nice,” he smiles and says under his breath. “Did you forget love? I know all your weaknesses.” His words light the fire in your belly, and you see the mischief in his eyes as the dance comes to a close. 

“Would you join me for a stroll in the gardens, Milady?” he asks loud enough for everyone to hear. 

“Your Majesty?” Sir Bedivere strides over quickly, “there are many ladies who wish to dance with you, my King; you wouldn’t want to insult them.” 

“I need to make sure to give each of the ladies my adequate attention. Isn’t that what you told me, Sir Bedivere?” he grins as the other man nods with a thin line of his lips. “I won’t be alone, don’t worry, Sir Tristan will be my guard.” He looks over at the Knight, who has several ladies of his own to tend to, who nods with great reluctance. “See?” he claps the older man on the shoulder and offers you his elbow. “Milady?” 

You don’t have much choice, taking his elbow and following him over the threshold and into the gardens. Sir Tristan follows several steps behind, and you walk into the sprawling greenery. When you are about halfway in, he turns with a whistle, “Oi, Wet Stick, bugger off for a bit; we need to have a chat.” 

“You know this bird, boss?” he asks with a raise of his brow. 

“Yeah, she’s the one I asked you to bring the invitation to,” you look up at him, alarmed. 

“You invited us? Well, aren’t you just full of surprises,” you huff and walk further into the orchard part of the gardens, far from the prying eyes of the partygoers. 

“Shit,” he follows quickly behind, and you hear Wet Stick snigger and walk off in the other direction. “Wait, darling, please.” 

You whirl around with a finger pushing into his chest, “What game are you trying to play? Find some pretty peasant girl, make her fall in love with you, and then embarrass her in front of all the Nobility in England. Was that your game?” You walk away from him and pace back and forth, “I can’t believe I was so naive to think you cared.” 

“I do!” he reaches for you and holds you by the shoulders to face him, “I do care, love. I didn’t want you to love me because I was a King, I wanted you to love me! Arthur, the man, not the crown. I never lied to you,” you glare at him with a hand gesturing to the crown on top of his head, “okay I neglected one small detail.” 

“One,” you huff out a laugh pushing away his hands, “one small detail?! Arthur, you’re the fucking King of England! I’m only a poor seamstress, with an insufferable widowed mother, who only dreams of becoming a part of the upper class!” You feel the tears swell in your eyes as the truth all comes crashing down on your shoulders; the man you’ve been in love with for months is unreachable; theres’ no way he can marry you. 

“Listen to me,” he reaches for you again and takes three enormous strides pushing your back up against one of the apple trees. “Look at me.” 

Your mind won’t slow down, “what was your goal with having us come tonight? So you could shame me? Show off to the nobility that you are one with the people? Do you fuck every peasant girl you meet?” 

“Listen to me!” he shakes your shoulders, and your eyes widen, looking up to see him. “Listen to me,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to your own, “there was no game. I saw you in the market ten months ago when I was in the city.” 

“Ten months ago? I’ve only known you for six….”

“I didn’t know how to approach you; I couldn’t just go up to you and say hello I’m the King of bloody England, fancy a pint?” You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips, his curving up at the edges. “So I dressed in my old clothes, snuck out of the palace, and started slowly talking to you. Then we went for a walk, and I couldn’t stay away. You’ve bewitched me, love. My love for you is more powerful than the magic of the Mage.” 

“Honest?” you ask quietly with trepidation, “do you mean that Art?” He smiles at the nickname he gave you, leaning down to kiss your lips softly. 

“Promise, love. It’s only ever and will only ever be you.” He runs his hand against your cheek, and you lean into his touch, letting yourself breathe for the first time all evening. 

“I love you too, Arthur; I’m in love with you.” His eyes soften as he gazes down at you. 

“We have to go back soon,” he whispers, kissing you softly, “but do you think we got time for?” He wiggles his eyebrows, and you smack his arm with a laugh. 

“Is that all you think about?” 

He grins and takes a step back, “turn around,” he whispers with a wink. You turn around slowly, gasping when your hands are pressed further into the tree trunk. “Quiet love, don’t want anyone to hear us do we?” 

He moves quickly, unlacing the top of your corset and peeling the back open, letting it fall to the ground, your breasts sagging with the relief of being free. He palms your breasts, placing rough, scratchy kisses over your exposed shoulders. His hands come around to his waist, and he pushes up several layers of your skirts, reaching for your pulsing heat. He turns you around, and you reach your hands quickly down to palm him through his leather breeches. 

Your hands falter on the fabric, and you look down with wide eyes, “I-I made these,” your voice shakes, “they were commissioned a few weeks ago.” You look up to meet his warm eyes as he nods. 

“I wanted to support you, and you are the best seamstress in the city. Only the best for the King,” he murmurs, almost shy.

“Well then, my King,” his eyes darken, “I will need to show my appreciation.” You tug open the breeches, and he slips them down his thighs, lifting your skirts the rest of the way. 

He fumbles with the layers, and you giggle at the annoyed look on his face. “I swear, when we marry, I demand you just walk around naked at all times. These skirts are ridiculous.” 

You don’t have time to respond, the words caught in your throat, as he lifts you and slides inside with ease. “Fuck, always so wet for me, love,” his hips snap inside you, and his mouth tangles with yours, swallowing your moans. 

“Arthur,” you moan, feeling him stretch you on his majestic royal cock. This is not the first time you’ve fucked, having given Art the apprentice your virginity in the woods several months ago, but this was the first time you’ve fucked Arthur, the king, and he didn’t disappoint. 

“That’s it, love, let me hear you, but only me, don’t want any of them damn nobles to know I already made my choice. That I already fell in love months ago with a beautiful seamstress in the market.” He grunts, and your cunt flutters around his cock with every word. The love between you flowing over with each thrust of his hips. 

“I- ah, I love you, Arthur,” you whimper against his neck, slick with sweat. The air is thick tonight, the incoming storm leaving the air thick and dripping. 

He pulls back to look at you, punctuating each word with a snap of his hips, “I love you, you’re my Queen, always have been.”

You buck your hips against him, cumming with a silent cry, head thrown back in ecstasy. He thrusts three more times, and then you feel him cumming deep inside you, thick and warm it dribbles down the inside of your thighs. He’d never done that before, always pulling out at the last moment. You open your eyes and look at him; his pupils are wide, almost black as he stares at you.

“Now they can’t say anything,” he mumbles, and you furrow your brow. “You may be carrying a little Prince or Princess now; I have to marry you.” 

You grin at what he’s done, his cock still buried inside you. “You’re naughty,” you giggle. 

“I’m naughty?” He asks with a smirk, “your parents would be royally disappointed if they saw what you have on right now. Even more so at what I’m thinking about doing to you.” 

“And what’s that?” You shift your hips, and his eyes widen as you tighten around his cock. 

His eyes soften, and he cups your cheek gently, bringing your lips softly to his own. The rub of his beard is rough on your cheek as he moves to your ear, “I’m going to end this party early and show you. I already made my choice a long time ago. But, are you ready?” He pulls back, looking deep into your eyes, “Can you stand by my side and love Arthur the King, as much as you love Art, the apprentice?” 

Your heart catches in your throat, blood roaring in your ears at his words; you lean into his hand warmly and on your cheek and close your eyes. Opening them slowly and looking into the sea of blue, “I love you, all sides of you, that doesn’t change because of a shiny crown and a title.” 

He slowly pulls out, and you whimper as he lowers you back to the ground, pulling down your skirts and fixing your corset. You both work in silence to be presentable again, his eyes bright as he smiles at you, “Then, let’s go,” he murmurs, reaching for your hand, “I think it’s time to announce our engagement.” He snickers as you walk along beside him back towards the party. 

“What are you laughing at?” you chuckle, watching his eyes filled with mirth. 

“Your mother is going to faint,” he laughs beside you. 

You groan and roll your eyes with a laugh, “Good, maybe she will be quiet for a few moments.” 

He booms out a laugh and pulls you close, kissing the top of your head, “oh my love, our life will never be boring.” 

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