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biteofcherry · 10 months

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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must pick one CE fictional babe and share a hoe thought including the prompts: forest + “I can hear you breathing.” 😏 Go on and spread those shameless hoe vibes and your legs 😘❤️

The Sacred Hunt

Curtis Everett x reader

summary: Traditions were sacred. You were always vehement in seeing to that. But you never considered that at some point you may become a core part of one of your people's traditions.

warnings: sliiight dub-con (not really, but just to be sure); chase kink of sorts; arranged relationship (kinda); exp**cit se*ual content; loss of vir-g-i-n-ity;

Author's Note: This is a story of firsts - my first fic written on new laptop and my first time writing something for Curtis! @stargazingfangirl18 you kinda deflowered my Curtis virginity here with your prompt 🤣 I hope the wild mess of it will be a sufficient sacrifice to sate you.

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Smoky scent of bonfires has dispersed into warmed aroma of pine and ferns the further you got into the forest. The wild beat of music and pounding of feet stomping to the rhythm, as people danced in celebration, completely died out. There was only the spooky hoot of owls hidden in the tree nooks.

And the echo of your heart, thundering rapidly in your chest.

You crossed the point of expected escape quite a while ago; stopping only for a second to look at the prepared bedding on the forest floor, before you bolted further.

You shouldn't have done that, you knew. But you couldn't make yourself to simply wait there for the champion to appear in his scary glory and seal your fate.

The Hunt was sacred.

While other seasonal celebrations were approached with variously eager engagement, all the villages in the area went beyond reason to organize this night. To show deepest kind of gratitude to the best hunter of past seasons.

The Hunt happened only once a decade, taking into consideration all of young and older hunters who provided for all the villages throughout the seasons. Elders chose the one most worthy of the title and bountiful benefits.

Each household provided a gift for the Hunter, from a barrel of mead, to a roll of silk.

The greatest prize, however, was a bride.

Each village appointed a female of age, ripe for the taking. It was considered an honor and, to be quite honest, was a position desired by many women.

Any of them could say no; they could decline the offer and wouldn't be forced to participate. They simply never wanted to say no.

You admitted you were one of those women, as well. To be wed to a husband who is strong, hard working and respected; to have your pantry and chests filled with gifts at the start of your married life.

Truly, you gasped in disbelief, then almost jumped in joy, when the elders picked you as one of the betrothed to choose from. Perhaps the honor of being chosen was enough, as it also put additional value to you as a wife for any other men who would be looking for a bride once The Hunter rejected you.

But then, as you stood in a semi circle with few other young women and The Hunter stepped into the light cast by the biggest bonfire, your elation skittered into fear.

The elders chose Curtis.

It shouldn't come as a surprise. He was the one who brought the biggest prey, who showed inhuman endurance during long, freezing winter hunts. He protected your villages from Wilford's raids and got rid of the tyrant permanently.

Yes, Curtis definitely deserved the title and the gratitude.

And a dutiful bride to share a life with him and ease his burdens.

But staring at him as he walked out of the shadows, you felt yourself cowering away. Curtis was big and intimidating. His naked chest bore scars, his corded muscles flexed as he clenched and unclenched his fists. Wolf pelt was thrown over his shoulders, the hollowed head of the animal resting atop Curtis' head, shiny animal teeth glinting right above Curtis' astonishingly blue eyes.

He was a quiet and brooding type, rarely smiling for anyone. You couldn't imagine sharing a warm, soft moment with him.

Though you certainly could imagine a rough and heated communication of bodies...

When Curtis stopped in front of you and offered you his hand, you felt like fleeing that very moment. Yet your trembling fingers slipped into his large hand; your world narrowing to the brutal shades dancing on Curtis' face, as everyone else disappeared from your peripheral vision.

A cup of mead was given to Curtis and he took a sip before lifting it to your lips. Without taking your eyes off of him, you swallowed the thick, sweet drink; felt it's heat fill your veins.

Then you were led to the edge of the clearing where a line of torches and flower garlands were forming an entrance into the woods.

For The Hunt to be complete, The Hunter had to chase his prey and claim victory.

It was mostly a formality nowadays: a joyful chase through the forest, until the couple reaches the prepared spot where they were supposed to consummate their bonding.

You followed the expected motions, running into the woods toward suggested direction. Lush greenery soothed you, for a moment you even felt a spark of excitement.

Then your feet stopped at the edge of the narrow clearing, where linens and pelts and adorning trinkets were splayed. You could imagine yourself there, naked and spread for your future husband. When your mind inserted the image of Curtis - a dark, rough shard in that fair, soft setting - you nearly squeaked.

"Will you lay down, or do you want me to help you?"

You jumped in place at his deep, low timbre resounding unexpectedly right behind you.

You didn't even sense him approach!

Not a snap of a twig, not a rustle of leaves. Not even your own instinct, which you considered to be quite good, warned you of the hunter's approach.

You turned around, nearly bumping your nose right into Curtis' naked chest. He smelled of sandalwood oil and earth.

You forced your eyes upward, meeting his gaze. He wasn't looking at you with anger; rather with curiosity. And a hungry gleam that caused your thighs to clench.

There wasn't a single logical though behind your action, but you simply bolted.

You ran through the woods blindly. Ferns licked the skin of your thighs, as your simple, short white shift lifted up. Moss made your feet slippery, the ground wasn't easing your moves either.

You slowed only for a split of a second, just to catch a breath and decide on direction. You forgot a single heartbeat was enough for a skilled hunter to strike. It was definitely enough for the best of hunters.

"I can hear you breathing."

Curtis' tone held a hint of amusement as he leaned against a tree trunk, opposite of the one you were braced against.

Before you made a single step to ran again, Curtis moved. He was so damn fast! Breath stuttered in your chest as he pinned you against the tree with his heavy mass.

"Was the chase for my benefit, doe?" He asked, tracing a single finger along your cheek.

"I-" you tried to regain steady breathing.

"I enjoyed it," though he didn't smile, somehow you sensed he was genuine, not mocking you. "Though to the mystic depths of the night forest, I'd rather enjoy sweet, moist caverns of my bride."

His other hand squeezed your thigh. Your pupils blew wide as Curtis slid it up, pushing it beneath your shift.

You clenched your legs, your hands landing on Curtis' bared chest. You didn't push him away; the heat seeping from him and the firm structure of his muscles made you pause.

The finger on your cheek disappeared. Curtis brushed the petals on the flower crown adorning your head.

"The other women," he spoke, "they looked excited and in bliss. But you-" he picked a single petal, then traced the delicate pad along your lips and down the column of your neck-

"You looked determined. So sure and ready for your future."

Curtis cocked his head, eyes holding yours as he dipped the petal into the valley of your breasts.

"What changed it?" He asked.

"I-" it was really hard to think of anything when Curtis' hands were touching you.

And he made the contrast between teasing tickle of a petal on your breasts and a massive hand pushing between your thighs maddening.

"I don't know," you sighed, spreading your legs a bit in defeat.

"I think I got a little scared." Your hands moved to Curtis' shoulders, your hold tightening.

"I can be scary." Curtis nodded. "But you have nothing to fear, doe. I will never hurt you."

He paused; his gaze dropping to the petal swaying on the swell of your breast as it rose and fell in quickened breath. Curtis bowed his head slightly, then blew the petal away.

"As long as you don't run from me," he lifted his head, stark blue irises sparking with mischief and lips curling into a wolfish grin.

Then his hand was tearing the top of your shift, exposing your breasts, while his other hand cupped your mound.

Calloused fingers squeezed your breast as Curtis' mouth claimed your lips in a hungry kiss. Oxygen seemed to stop flowing to your brain for a moment, your heart stopping in shock, when you felt the pressure of his power.

Was it how prey felt when a predator sank its teeth into their neck? A freezing shock that melted into surrender for the inevitable.

You tensed like a string, but your body quickly gave in. Lips parting obediently, you allowed Curtis' tongue to tease yours. Your hands pushed at the pelt on his shoulders, yanking the whole cover off of him, so your fingers were finally able to move to the back of his head.

A keen spilled from your throat into Curtis' mouth when a single, thick digit pushed into your core.

Curtis cooed softly, trailing wet kisses along your jaw. His teeth scraped your earlobe, drawing your attention to the sting of it as he rubbed a thumb against your clit.

"We have to sate the hunt, doe," Curtis rasped, pushing another finger in and thrusting them into you quicker.

You scraped at the back of his head, crying out at the intrusion. It was more, so much more, than your small fingers. He reached deeper, too; stretching you and touching spots that seemed to both hurt and be deliriously pleasant.

"A good hunt demands blood." His breathy growl made you shiver.

Curtis pulled his fingers out of you, suddenly; your wetness smeared on your skin when he gripped the back of your thigh.

The world twirled as he laid you down on the forest ground, quickly cutting off splashes of green of the tree crowns with the frame of his huge body hovering above you.

"Please!" You whined, hands clawing at Curtis' sides.

You weren't sure if you were pleading for mercy, or if your own need was so bloodthirsty.

He spread your legs wide, settling himself between them. Your shift was rolled up on your belly, your slick glistening on the thatch of curls around your folds.

Curtis' gaze was focused between your bodies and your own eyes shifted downwards too. You let out a strangled gasp at what you saw.

Curtis was palming his cock - big, like the rest of him. When he rested it over your mount, the tip of it reached almost your bellybutton.

He would be so deep...

Your fingernails pierced his skin as Curtis guided himself into your opening. He was barely in and it already stretched you impossibly.

Then he pushed more of his weight onto you, bracing himself on his forearms on both sides of your head. He looked down at you; drinking in the metamorphosis of grimaces on your beautiful face as he thrust into your virgin cunt.

Your cry echoed through the forest as the merciless slide split you in two. Every second felt like torment that dragged overwhelming pleasure along with the sting.

And he kept on driving in, even when you felt there's not an inch left inside you to fill.

"There you go, doe," Curtis moaned, rocking his hips and pushing his cock deeper and deeper. "That's a good girl. That's it."

When he finally stilled, buried so deep inside it felt nearly uncomfortable, your forehead was dewy with sweat and your thighs were shaking.

You felt so full. Wetter, too. Your arousal mixing with a dab of virginal blood.

"You're mine, doe," Curtis mouthed against your lips, nipping your bottom lip with his teeth.

"Yours," you mewled, feeling your walls fluttering.

Though Curtis didn't seem to mind you scratching his sides, as you tried to tame the tension and need bubbling inside of you, he yanked your hands off of him. He put your hands above your head, gripping your wrists with one of his hands.

And then he started moving.

The pace wasn't fast, but each thrust was rough and forceful, causing your body to jolt. Your untried pussy welcomed each stroke like the first one - resilient to the stretch and loving how Curtis made you take it anyway.

Curtis bent his head, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth. Was it the sucking, or the way his hips shifted and the head of his cock bumped into a special spot, but your knees drew up and your back arched.

You screamed into the night as your first orgasm shook every bone in your body.

Trickle of your juices, pinked with your blood, dripped into the ground beneath you.

A long while later (when your voice grew hoarse and your brain stopped registering anything beyond the feeling of Curtis owning every part of your body), Curtis' cum soiled the forest floor too.

He spilled deep inside, groaning against your lips as his dick twitched. He kept rocking erratically, pushing excess of his cum out of you.

You were a boneless mess when Curtis picked you up a few heartbeats later.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as he nestled you against his chest. His scent became headier, earth and musk overpowering the subtle sandalwood.

Curtis carried you back to the abandoned bedding. He laid you down on soft linens and you welcomed the clean, fresh fabrics.

"No rest yet, doe," Curtis rolled you onto your side and settled behind you.

He gripped beneath your knee and pulled your leg outward. He guided his cock between your folds, rubbing the head back and forth over your oversensitive clit.

He caught your hand when you tried patting him away in protest.

"Tradition of The Hunt is sacred," he said. "Evidence of the coupling is necessary for our betrothal to be officially binding."

In the back of your mind, you knew that. There were foggy memories of a hunt ten years earlier; a couple returning in the early morning from the depths of the woods and matrons of the elders going in to check upon the consummation evidence.

But you were sore and exhausted, your brain wasn't working in logical ways. You never imagined how draining sex would be.

And you happened to be chosen by the hunter known for limitless endurance.

"Besides," Curtis pushed into you, "I want you again."

"I will never stop wanting you, doe."

#stargazingfangirl18 #curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x female reader #curtis everett x you #curtis everett imagine #chris evans imagine #the sacred hunt #my writing

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promptthebear · 1 year

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Oh my god I just found you through AO3! I'm so excited to read your other works! If you wouldn't mind, I would love to hear some of your headcannons for Tyrion! 🧺

Okay, so I thought a lot about this one and well, this is what I decided on so hopefully it’s okay 🫣

In my defence, I’ve been lurking on the Tyrion x Reader tag for a loooong while and always secretly hoped someone would do this first but unfortunately not so here goes.

PS. This ended up being so long holy shit. Some of these prompts ending up being almost mini fics in their own right. Wish I could say I'm sorry about it...but my Mom taught me not to lie so.

🔥Tyrion Lannister NSFW Alphabet🔥

CW: Brief mentions of canon typical assault and violence. Discussions of soft dom/sub dynamics. Also what it says on the tin, discussions of sex and sexual content.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Say it with me now, this man is an aftercare KING. To him, it’s almost as important as the main event, a good story needs a satisfying epilogue after all.

This is partially from his years of experience, but also his own desire to feel loved. We all know Tyrion’s met his needs exclusively with sex workers since Tysha left his life. He knows how awful it is to wake to an empty bed and cold sheets, but is also very much aware that’s part and parcel with the life he’s chosen.

When you come around, whether that’s through a spontaneous relationship or an arranged marriage, Tyrion wants to give you the full benefit of all he has to offer. It’s pretty normal for you to spend hours cuddled up in bed, basking in the after glow, talking about nothing in particular and feeding each other little bites of food and sips of wine.

If you’re really lucky, Tyrion might also read a little to you from whatever book he’s got on hand. He loves nothing more than to have you rest your head against his bare chest while he murmurs into your hair about history or herb sciences or whatever’s caught his interest this week.

Tyrion also isn’t opposed to helping you clean up or having a shared bath. You can bet he’d be extremely gentle and attentive, taking extra care with anywhere on your body that may be sore or sensitive. He’ll also get frequently distracted from the task at hand to stop and tell you how beautiful you are, how much he cares about you and to cover your face and body in soft kisses.

This man just has a lot of love to give, and when you have his trust and commitment, he’s going to be thrilled at finally having someone to share it with. Every once and awhile, you’ll catch him running his hands over your body while you’re together, like he’s trying to memorize every inch before you disappear. Enjoy those moments, it means he’s finally starting to let his walls down and accept you’re sticking with him for good.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Okay, so these two are going to be really obvious but I’ll explain, I promise. There’s not a lot Tyrion likes about himself. He’s accepted what he is, but that doesn’t mean he always likes it. However, when pressed he’ll admit that what he’s most proud of are his mind and his cock.

His mind is a given. It’s what keeps him alive and valuable in the political minefield that is King’s Landing. Without that, who knows what would have happened to him? He also loves when he can use his wit to make you smile or gods willing, laugh. Your laughter is the most precious sound in the world to Tyrion and he loves that he can be the cause behind it.

As for his cock, well, it’s mentioned in the books that Tyrion feels like in the dark, he feels and can be the same as any other man. He truly seems to feel that in the bedroom, it’s the one other place his size doesn’t matter. His equipment works as well as anyone else’s, and he’s very proud of all the pleasure it brings you.

When it comes to his lover, Tyrion really only has two priorities. He likes breasts and a good heart. Everything else is just gravy.

Based on his love scenes with Shae in the books, I feel like Tyrion is a big fan of boobs. He even jokes about it when he meets Oberyn about how a tit in his mouth is the only thing that can still stop him fussing. Also, see the gif above lol. Whenever he’s had a hard day, Tyrion wants nothing more than to open your dress, and bury his face into your chest where he can lose himself in the softness of your skin and scent of your perfume.

Breast size also isn’t a deal breaker for Tyrion. As far as he’s concerned, any breasts of any shape or size are wonderful. If you’ve ever felt self conscious about what’s in your corset, that won’t be a problem after Tyrion’s got his hands on you. He spends so much time caressing and kissing them that you start to love them as much as he does. And if anyone makes any snide remarks about you not being well endowed enough? Well, Tyrion’s got some extra creative ways to make them reconsider that train of thought.

Above all else though, he needs someone kind. He’s been surrounded with liars and people who are trying to manipulate him for so long, that in the end he figures that's all there is for him. Of course, the second he realizes hes with someone a little too like Cersi or any number of the social climbers at court, then things are going to go tits up. That relationship will crash and burn so quickly, and the fall out is incredibly messy. Tyrion will then turn to drink and brothels to lessen his pain, meets a new distraction who smells an opportunity and the vicious cycle starts all over again. Which is not to say any of the women Tyrion finds himself with during this time are to blame for being insincere, they're trying to survive same as anyone else and hes a promising meal ticket.

If anything, the fault for this lies with Tyrion’s own self destructive tendencies and all the bullshit Tywin’s put into his head over the years. His father has allowed his son so few opportunities to have love and be loved, that whether he knows it or not, Tyrion keeps choosing poor matches to keep one step ahead of Tywin and be hurt on his own terms. Heartbreak is heartbreak, but having pain you control is slightly better than having it forced on you at any given moment.

The best chance you have of breaking this pattern and actually have a genuine relationship with Tyrion is by being sweet with him. He’s going to fight it at first, kindness is so alien to him that he takes it as exploitation at face value and will either brush it aside with a well placed quip or outright deny it to your face. Have a little patience. Tyrion has wrapped his hurt around his heart like a protective shell, but once he realizes you’re different and truly care about him, hooo boy. The flood of affection and loyalty you’ll get from him will be unparalleled, so it’s well worth the wait.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Over the years, Tyrion’s found some pretty creative places to deposit his seed. It just kind of happens when you frequent brothels exclusively. As much as those places PROMISE the women won't give you a bastard, pretty words don't mean a whole lot when an unplanned child shows up on your doorstep, so Tyrion’s learned to be extra cautious.

If the two of you aren’t married or just casual lovers, Tyrion will probably keep that same practice if only to preserve your honour. Your mouth, breasts and stomach are perfectly good options as far as he’s concerned, be ready to hear some “pearl necklace” jokes out of him.

If the two of you are married though? Inside, hands down, 100%. With your consent that’s always where he wants to finish, both because of the closeness it creates between the two of you and also the added benefit of possibly getting you pregnant. To Tyrion, this is a true testament to how much you love and trust him, and a way to mark you to others as his and his alone. Just knowing you want to be with him and bear his children can be as much of a turn on for him as the actual sex itself.

Sometimes when he’s done, he’ll sit back and spread your legs to have a nice, long look at his handiwork. It‘s just so satisfying to see his cum dripping out of your cunt, and odds are this’ll have him raring to go again before your first orgasm is completely out of your system. The two of you won’t have any problems producing an heir, trust me.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

There’s not a lot Tyrion keeps to himself when it comes to sex. He’s a pretty open book, and when you’ve visited every brothel from the North to the last port before the Free Cities, sometimes your secrets get told for you.

However, the one thing Tyrion’s managed to keep out of public knowledge is an ongoing fantasy he’s had about fucking his lover or wife in his father’s bedroom at Casterly Rock.

It’s not that Tyrion wants to be his father necessarily, as much as he jokes about being Tywin made again on half the scale. It’s more so about taking control in a way that would shock and appall Tywin, with a hint of added vengeance for what happened to Tysha. His father has had his fingers in Tyrion’s private matters for so long that he’d love nothing more than to finally turn the tables and truly make Casterly Rock his “whorehouse” like Tywin’s always feared.

I don’t think this is a fantasy he’d ever admit to anyone though, not even to you, no matter how drunk he gets or how long you’ve been together. It’s too strange and too petty to suggest to anyone…right?

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

We all know it, our boy has had more lovers in the short time he’s been alive than some men will ever see in a thousand lifetimes. The benefit to this, though, is he’s had some amazing teachers and has learned some pretty special skills he can’t wait to try with you.

If you’re a virgin when the two of you meet or married, then Tyrion will take excellent care of you, making sure you’re safe, comfortable and cumming until you don’t know your own name. But if you're on the more experienced side? Well, get ready to be put through your paces, Tyrion wants to see what you’re really made of and maybe show you some new things along the way.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Now, Tyrion’s tried every position in recorded human history and invented some new ones just for kicks. But, unfortunately, if there’s a significant height difference between you two then his size is something you'll need to be mindful of. There are some positions that just won't be comfortable or even pleasurable for either of you, regardless of foreplay or flexibility.

Since he’s aware and very accepting of his limitations, there are a few tried and true positions Tyrion falls back on because he’s found that they’re consistently enjoyable for both him and his partner, while still allowing for some variation.

The first of these is, unsurprisingly, cowgirl. Having you on top is the easiest way to negate any major differences in height or physicality. It’s also a lot less painful for Tyrion’s legs, and allows him easy access to your clit and breasts, as well as having full view of your face so he can gauge your enjoyment. This position also affords itself to different paces, whether you're going for something soft and sweet with gentle words whispered between quiet grasps, or something more frantic and rougher where Tyrion meets you thrust for thrust by grabbing hold of your ass and pushing his hips up against yours.

There’s also just something about letting you have control of your pleasure and the sight of you hovering above him like some kind of sensual goddess that leaves Tyrion entranced. He absolutely loves watching you come undone above him, every slight shift in your expression, every little noise you make, they’re all incredibly precious to him. If he’s ever particularly distracted in his work, if he’s messing up his sums or seems miles away listening to petitions at court, you know it’s because he’s reliving these beautiful moments again in his mind and wondering how to make next time even better for the two of you.

Now, while Tyrion values sex for the romance and intimacy it can create between partners, there are also many times where he’s in desperate need of stress relief and the only way he’s going to get it is by fucking it out of you. On days where court has gone on for longer than usual, or the council is being extra stupid or Joffery has somehow managed to reach new levels of depravity yet again, the only position Tyrion is interested in is doggy style.

Everything about this position with him is going to be fast, rough, and probably a little messy. As soon as you’ve given him the go ahead, he’s pushing you onto the nearest flat surface and rucking your skirts and petticoats up to your navel. Any foreplay you have is going to be rushed, Tyrion’s not normally a selfish lover but when he gets like this, all he wants is to have you ready enough so as not to cause you pain. You can expect him to work you over quickly with two of his fingers thrust into your cunt and his mouth attacking your clit relentlessly. The second he feels you start getting wet, it’s all he can do to mutter “turn over” between clenched teeth and then he’s on you like a man possessed

From this point, the best advice I can give you is to hang on for dear life, because this isn’t going to be the Tyrion you’re used to. He’s basically going to use you like a human cocksleeve, gripping onto fistfuls of your skirts and thrusting into you at breakneck speeds. The change in angle would also allow him to hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars, again and again. It’s both too much and not enough all at once, and you’d be a whimpering mess within minutes, not that Tyrion would take any notice. Normally, he’s very attentive but in this moment he’d been far too concerned with chasing his own pleasure, a far off look in hi eye as he grunts and moans softly with each push of his hips.

When he finally cums, it’s like some strange spell over him finally breaks. He’d bed over your back, shoving his face against the fabric of your dress to muffle his half strangled cry. You’d be pretty much collapsed at this point, your elbows long since given out supporting you in the face of so many quick fire orgasms. Tyrion would pull out of you, shaky and breathing hard, and somehow manage to walk on wobbling legs around to where he can look you in the eye. He’d push your sweaty hair back from your face, and cup your flushed cheeks in his hands like he’s afraid you might break into a thousand pieces.

The first words out of his mouth would then be “I’m sorry” as he pulls you into his waiting embrace and brings up a hand to cup the back of your head. He’d hold you like that for a long while, apologizing profusely for being so rough with you and explaining about all the bullshit he endured today, and how thankful he is that he can come home and have you here to take care of him. He’d be so worried he’s hurt you, and all but weeps in relief when you manage a tired smile and a soft “It’s alright. I know, things have been tough on you. You didn’t hurt me, I’m okay.” Expect lots of extra attention from him and treats tonight, as well as a long hot bath in your future.

When Tyrion isn’t trying to screw his problems away, I can also see him actually enjoying missionary a fair bit. While it isn’t the most ideal position, he can’t kiss you as much as he wants and being on his knees for so long will have his legs spasming for awhile afterwards, it does have its merits. He loves being able to play with your clit so easily, and the feel of your ankles hooking around his back. This position also gives him the perfect angle to bury his face in your breasts and he’s cum like that on more than one occasion.

Tyrion is also a bit of a romantic at heart, though he wouldn’t admit that for love or money. The fact that this position is so traditional in its essence is actually something he really enjoys. It reminds him of his first time with Tysha, the two of them fumbling and in love and having no clues about sex beyond this one basic thing. There’s so little that hearkens back to happier times in Tyrion’s life, the few things that allow him to do so, he’ll want to cherish them at every opportunity.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Oh gods, Tyrion is secretly the biggest goofball. You see a little bit of it in the books when he’s teasing Tysha and Shae, and if you’re receptive to that kind of thing he’ll be more than happy to provide it for you. This man could be buried in you to the hilt and pausing to crack jokes. If someone happens to fart or make a strange sound or maybe experience a sudden onset cramp? No worries, Tyrion will take it in stride with plenty good humour.

When you’ve had sex as many times as he has, you quickly realize it’s not as pretty or seamless as the stories and songs often depict. In the real world, people and their bodies are flawed. Things don’t always go as planned even when you’re being intimate, and being able to experience everything you have to offer no matter how embarrassing is what Tyrion considers to be one of the many pleasures of being with you. Besides, if you don’t laugh at yourself first, other people don’t hesitate to do it for you, so why not beat them to the punch?

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the caret match the drapes? etc.)

So I feel like shaving and waxing isn’t really a “thing” in Westeros, outside maybe some of the more exotic brothels closer to the Free Cities and such. This means that Tyrion goes au naturel so to speak, and while he’s not as hairy as some men, he’s got a healthy patch of thick, reddish blonde curls down there. If it’s causing you discomfort or itching, he’d be happy to trim it back the same way he would his beard but I doubt he’d ever go completely bare down there either.

The added benefit of this is also that Tyrion wouldn’t expect you to remove your pubic hair either. If anything, he’d probably be a little uncomfortable with the idea? It would make you seem almost child-like, which would most certainly turn him off completely. He wants to be with a grown woman, and all that implies. A little hair isn’t going to bother him any.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

So, if the two of you are friends with benefits or this is a “transactional” relationship let’s say, Tyrion isn’t going to really push for intimacy. This is mostly because he doesn’t want to get too close to you, in case it gets him hurt again. He’ll be friendly and respectful, but don't expect any spontaneous compliments during sex or for him to stay with you too long afterwards. As far as he’s concerned, that kind of entanglement doesn’t end well for anyone involved but we also know this man is going to have a hard time keeping his emotions out of it no matter how hard he tries.

If the two of you are married or have a committed relationship? Oh. My. God. Extra won’t even begin to cover it.

A much as he claims to be selfish and cynical, Tyrion’s a giver by nature. When he falls for you, he’s going to fall hard and he’ll want to let you know any way he can. He’ll basically be spouting off the cuff poetry while the two of you are having sex with the compliments he’s giving. He’ll shower you with sweet talk, kisses, anything you want. If you’re a rose petal and candle kind of gal, you can expect that too. If he can’t provide what you want, he’ll learn how to or find a way to get it for you. Hell, if you mention your favourite colour to him even just in passing, he'd probably redecorate his bedhcambers to suit your preference. After a lifetime of being treated like dogshit, you’d have this man wrapped around your little finger, so please please please be kind to him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It’s pretty much book canon that Tyrion jerks off…a lot, and while his preference is always going to be to look to you for his needs, unfortunately his job calls him away a lot. If he’s especially fond of you, he might even move you out of Kings Landing entirely and into The Rock at the first opportunity, just to keep you safe. When distance is an obstacle, he’d probably go back to the company of his hands most evenings, though now he’s at least got you to fantasize about. Don’t be surprised if one of your scarves or hair ribbons or even some of your smallclothes go missing right after Tyrion leaves home again. You’ll get them back, I promise, your lover just needs a little “motivation” while he’s away.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Acts of service/ Service dom: So, most of his life, Tyrion’s had to take care of himself and also has been denied a lot of opportunities to offer his care to other people. The result of this is that he craves any chance to experience either, especially where any kind of intimacy is involved. I truly see Tyrion as a switch, so he’ll want to use acts of service as both the submissive and dominant partner, even if Westeros hasn’t provided the vocabulary to label these experiences as such.

For example, he loves taking care of you. If you want him to brush your hair, he’s happy to comply. Help you dress yourself if your maid’s been “given the morning off?” Yes ma’am. Run you a bath and assist you with washing? Say the word and hes there. Now, in these moments you may appear to be the dominant one, but thats nowhere close to the truth. By allowing yourself to be vulnerable, you’re giving Tyrion the power and control, but he’d never take advantage of it. At most, he’s a soft dom. He may occasionally give orders or make decisions for you, but he does so only after reminding you that you can ask him to stop at any time.

This is also just such a self indulgent fantasy, but I can see him being the type of dom to make a pet out of his lover? Not pet play exactly, but he’d refer to you as his “good girl” or precious one and have you sit, naked and kneeling on a silk pillow while your head resting on his thigh as he works or reads. He'd stop often to stroke your hair or speak to you softly, or maybe feed you a tasty little morsel or give you a sip of wine if you were willing. Theres no sadomasochism about this situation though, it comes from a place of nurturing and Tyrions desire to provide for you to the point where you don't have to do a thing for yourself.

When Tyrion plays the submissive, it looks very different. Your role as the dominant would be to assert yourself as a caretaker as well, so Tyrion actually takes a break from working and focuses on some selfcare for once. This can include massaging his back and legs, drawing a hot bath and helping him clean up or feeding him dinner, bite by bite. Tyrion would be the most willing submissive, and though he grumbles on principle he wouldn’t be bratty or need any sort of punishment besides maybe a gentle scolding now and again. Reaching this level of trust and intimacy with you is like his ultimate fantasy, so much of his life demands that he be in control that relinquishing it, even for a few hours, would be nothing short of paradise.

Overstimulation: So, we all know, Tyrion’s a very skilled lover. He knows tricks with his mouth and fingers that would surprise even Oberyn Martell, and he can make you cum faster than you ever thought possible. He loves to do this again and again, until you’re a shaking, babbling mess, only to push one more orgasm out of you. He really just wants to give you as much pleasure as you can take at any given moment and then a little more just because he loves you. It also can become sort of a competition thing between the two of you? I can absolutely see him looking up from between your legs, your release still on his lips while he smirks and you let out a “Fuck!” that indicates you’ve cum yet again. He’d give your cunt a gentle pat, arch his brow and ask “Do you think she’s had enough?” to which you’d let out a huff and stubbornly announce “Not even close” only to regret those words when you find yourself limping around the castle the next day.

The Book Game: I don’t know what else to call this, but basically that thing where you read something while your partner pleasures or fucks you and if you moan you don’t get to cum yet? This would be Tyrion’s absolute FAVOURITE thing, as it involves the best of both worlds, literature and sex. Watch out though, this man plays dirty and will probably hand you an erotic novel just make things more interesting.

Mutual masturbation: I don’t know why, but I just feel like Tyrion would be into this??? It probably comes back to how he wants to feel desirable and have someone look at him in all his naked glory without any outright disgust. If the two of you are doing this, expect Tyrion to light more than the usual amount of candles. He just wants to see you, to bask in your beauty as you get yourself off. Bonus points if he’s allowed to give you instructions while you do so.

Body worship: Oh Lord, is Tyrion ever into this one. If it’s your first time, he’d probably just do it to increase your pleasure and comfort with him touching you. And then it turns into a habit. The first time he does it, it’s while he’s undressing you. With your consent, he’d carefully remove your clothing and kiss each new inch of bared skin like his life depends on it. It’s only when you’re tingling all over and practically begging him to fuck you that he’d relent. Afterwards, I can see him making sort of a silly game out of it, naming each part of you he likes best before kissing on that same spot. Spoiler alert though, he loves all of you so he’s going to kiss everywhere.

Marking: Yes, but only for love bites and hickies. It’s a point of personal pride for Tyrion to show everyone that not only are you his, but you are more than happy to let him love on you. I can imagine that Cersi or his father are giving him shit one morning at breakfast because you aren’t pregnant yet, only for the two of them to immediately shut up when you walk into the dining room with a massive, fuck off hickey nestled in your cleavage. Tyrion would smirk into his coffee, and then wrap his arm around you shoulder and plant a kiss on your temple after you sit down next to him. You'd probably be beet red, knowing everyone is staring and why, but Tyrion doesn’t give a single fuck. He’d look his family dead in the face and ask “Anything else to add?” but all he’d get is a stony silence from Cersi and some derisive muttering from Tywin. At the very least, you’d have a few peaceful meals for a little while.

Spoiling: So this one is a little dicey. On the one hand, Tyrion doesn’t appreciate feeling like he’s being used for his family’s money. On the other hand, it’s deeply satisfying to him to use said money to get you whatever your little heart desires. All you have to do is mention you like something in passing and it’s yours. If you have any particular hobbies, Tyrion will make sure you’re well stocked with any supplies you need to do them. He also loves keeping you adorned in the finest jewels. I’ve always had a personal headcanon that he’d give his wife a very extravagant House Lannister pendant, a golden lion the size of your fist with ruby eyes on a thick, braided chain. Tywin would of course gripe at him for the extravagance, which Tyrion would wave off without a second thought. Also, he'd probably fuck you at some point while you’re wearing it lol.

Lingerie: The selection available in Westeros for this kind of thing probably isn’t super extensive, but what is available Tyrion will take full advantage of. It really gets him all hot and bothered that he’s the only one who gets to see you in this kind of stuff, and the feel of silk and lace under his fingers is an added bonus in an already pleasurable experience.

Praise Kink: Oh gods above and below, does Tyrion ever have a praise kink. Hardly anyone has had a kind word for this man in his whole life, so when he does hear any he goes completely feral. Please, tell him what a good boy he is and how good he’s making you feel and how handsome he is. He will absolutely lose his goddamn mind, as well as sell his soul to you on the spot. Tyrion will also return the favour if that’s something you want. He’s going to lavish on the compliments and flattery every chance he has, he’ll tell you you’re his stunning goddess of love and beauty and mean every word from the bottom of his heart.

Breeding: It takes a lot of work to get him to admit it, but I truly think Tyrion wants to be a father. Not because of any Lannister legacy bullshit like Tywin, he’d be thrilled if you gave him a pack of daughters. It’s more so that he really just wants to have a family of his own and to try and give his children the love he was denied in his own childhood. He’d be nervous about it at first, what if his children are too much like him? What if he loses you during the birth? Give him lots of patience and reassurance and before you know it, he’s dragging you off to put a babe in your belly ASAP.

Part of the attraction for Tyrion is watching you go through the experience of being pregnant. He loves your baby bump and your soft breasts. If the hormones have you riled, he’d be incredibly gentle while making love to you, not wanting to hurt you or the baby. He’d rub your ankles if they’re sore and have the maesters make hot compresses if your back hurts from carrying his child. You’re so beautiful to him like this, and any complaints about weight gain or stretch marks would be silenced with deep, open mouthed kisses. As long as it’s not any danger to you and you’re happy being a mother, Tyrion wants you pregnant as often as you can be. Don’t be surprised if you have a few “stepladder twins” who are less than a year apart.

It also comes back to a possession thing. Having you bear his children is the best way he can think of to show the world who you belong to. It would also be the one thing that would get Tywin off his back about “an heir and a spare” while deeply infuriating the man because there’s no way anyone would tolerate his son to conceive even one child, let alone two, but here you are all the same. Tyrion would be extra attentive to you while you’re pregnant in public, taking every opportunity he can to rest his hand on your growing belly and caress it gently. Even if people stare, he doesn’t give a shit. He’s proud of you and the baby you’re going to have, those idiots are just jealous because they know it’ll be the most beautiful child in all of Westeros and their little sprogs could never compete.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Now, even if the two of you were married while the Lannisters are in the Red Keep, Tyrion will point blank refuse to fuck you there unless his family is away, and even then maybe not. Its not that he doesn't want to or doesn'tlove you, it’s just that the walls have ears in this place. If it’s not Tywin or Cersi sticking their noses in his business, Vary' will probably have his “little birds” keeping a close watch on the two of you.

No, anywhere in Kings Landing is out of the question. You’re too important to Tyrion to risk having you used as a pawn in his family’s schemes. There’s no way he’s going to be ever able to completely let his guard down while you’re there, so first chance he’s got Tyrion is going to try and send you away somewhere safer.

Casterly Rock would be his first choice. With his father and sister busy stirring shit up in King’s Landing, they’d totally ignore the Rock despite it being their homeland, and as far as Tyrion’s concerned that makes it the perfect place. In spite of his rough childhood, he’s always felt protected there, and there would be so many things he’d want to show you. The library where he learned to read, the beach and its tide pools,the gardens and all the other secret places hed discovered as a boy. Also, having you stay in his childhood bedroom with him would be so special for Tyrion, the two of you snuggled up under familiar covers with the sound of the waves crashing in the distance. Casterly Rock was, and always will be his home and Tyrion wants nothing more than to make you a part of it for good.

If the Rock isn’t an option, I can also see him trying to negotiate the rights to some out of the way holdfast outside the city limits. It wouldn’t be ideal, but it would certainly be less suffocating than The Red Keep and at least there he could choose his own guards to watch over you. Tyrion might even push for Jamie to come and mind you for a few days a week, in spite of Cersi’s protests. He trusts his brother more than anyone else, and knows that Jamie would do right by you even with their sister whispering in his ear because he loves Tyrion so much.

Once he has either one of these options secure, Tyrion would probably want to keep your sex life limited to the bedroom. He really doesn’t want you to be the subject of gossip, even if he’s hired the household staff himself. He values your privacy, as well as his own, and also loves the ample amount of time being in the bedroom allows. I can also see him going as far as to have new locks made for your shared chambers, and you two would be the only ones with keys. He really doesn’t want to run the risk of your maids or Podrick walking in at an inopportune moment, even if they do knock it’s better safe than sorry.

However, I do think Tyrion also harbours a fantasy about taking you on his desk in the Hand’s Office someday. Whether or not this ever comes to fruition, at least he’s got something pleasant to think about during those long, redundant days.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

I wouldn’t say it takes much to get Tyrion going. We all know he’s got an ample sex drive, and isn't the type to pass up a little love no matter the occasion. However for him, there's a couple of things you can do that really, really just push all the right buttons.

The first is watching you mouth off to someone. If you’re shyer or more softer spoken, don’t worry about it. Tyrion will always play your gallant knight and saviour. But if you’re the type of person who speaks their mind? Oh boy. There’s nothing Tyrion loves more than getting to bear witness to you giving some fool a well deserved tongue lashing. He’d watch the whole thing over the rim of his goblet, smirking with a particular twinkle in his eye.

When he first heard you call Joffery a “craven little pissant” he truly thought he might die from delight. Thankfully, that didn’t happen and Tyrion had enough sense to whisk you off before his nephew could react, something about “She’s not herself your majesty, women’s troubles and the like. I’m sure she has no idea what she’s saying”

Of course, instead of the scolding you thought was coming, Tyrion would pull you into the nearest alcove and kiss you until you were breathless. When he’s done he’d announce “You wonderful, mad woman. I’ve been wanting to do that since the little shit could talk, but PLEASE pick your fights more carefully or we’ll end up in matching gallows.”

After that, you’d have to see sense, at least where Joffrey is concerned. Anyone else though? Totally fair game, especially if they insult Tyrion. You’ve told off his sister more than once and even gone up against Tywin on his behalf. Naturally, the two of them would complain to Tyrion about “making his wife mind” but to that Tyrion would respond “I told her not to start fights, but she is more than welcome to finish them” most likely while he’s pulling you towards your bedchamber to finish things his own way lol The two of you are the snarkiest, sassiest couple in all of King’s Landing and mutual bitching is your favourite couple’s activity.

On the other side of the coin, being particularly soft or compassionate is the other way to get Tyrion’s attention. It doesn’t just have to be with him either. If you’re particularly gentle with Tommen and Myrcella or with any animal you come across or the small folk in the city, Tyrion is just going to melt. He can hardly believe he’s found someone who’s genuinely good hearted in this rotting shithole, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t grateful for you either. When he sees you being particularly sweet, his motivations are less “I am so turned on right now let me have you” and more “I love you so much, you are literal sunshine please let me show you how much you mean to me”

More than once, you’ve glanced up while playing with Myrcella and Tommen to find Tyrion watching you with an expression on his face you can’t quite read. If you’ve already given him a couple children, odds are tonight you’ll conceive another one. If you haven’t yet, your first is most likely coming along nine months after this.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Tyrion’s pretty adventurous but even there’s a couple things he’s going to have boundaries about.

The first of these is any kind of impact play. If this is after what happened with Ros (Alayaya in the books) and Sansa’s own beating, Tyrion couldn’t bring himself to do it even with your consent. Hurting you would bring back too many unpleasant memories, and the world already thinks the worst of him. The implication that he beats his wife on top of everything else would be too much.

With that in mind, consensual non-consent is off the table, as well as any kind of sharing. The trauma about Tysha runs too deeply for that. Tyrion also is too insecure to share you with anyone else, even if he tries to play it off. Deep down, a part of him worries you’ll leave him for a better, taller man, so why run the risk by letting one into your bed?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Now, Tyrion isn’t the type to pass up getting his cock sucked but honestly? He prefers going down on you.

If the two of you are married and you were a virgin, Tyrion isn’t going to expect you to go down on him, especially if you’re of high birth. Unfortunately, in Westeros that act is usually associated with brothel girls and Tyrion wouldn’t want to demean you. But if you’re still offering after an extended period of time? Well, who’s he to say no when you ask so nicely.

Tyrion would be really sweet with you while you’re going down on him though. The last thing he wants is to make you feel pressured or like he’s manhandling you too much. Expect a lot of praise, him stroking your hair and face and begging you to look up at him so he can see your beautiful eyes. Use that last one with caution though because it’ll have him cumming in seconds.

When it’s your turn, Tyrion’s going to show just as much enthusiasm. This man eats pussy like it’s his goddamn job, and he will take it as a personal failure if you don’t have at least three orgasms while he’s down there. The only thing he loves more than a nice glass of Arbour red is the taste of you on his lips, if they could make that in a vintage he’d literally drink himself to death.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

So for Tyrion, this really depends on his partner and what they want because he can get what he needs from both.

I’ve mentioned this a couple times, but if you’re a virgin he’s going to go like molasses slow. I’m talking like hours of foreplay, getting you used to his mouth and fingers, making you’re absolutely relaxed and stretched out comfortably before he even thinks of introducing his cock into the mix.

If this isn’t your first rodeo though and you want something hard, fast, and even a little disrespectful? Tyrion’s happy to provide, he’s a man of many talents after all.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Again, Tyrion is versatile. Does he prefer to have these long extended love making sessions that go on for hours? Of course, especially if it’s in a romantic relationship. He wants that intimacy and time with you.

However, there are going to be some weeks where everyone is up his ass, Joffrey has managed to squander what little money the crown has again, some minor lords are picking fights over the tiniest slights imaginable, and the Black Brothers are asking him to produce more men from thin air to fill their ranks. All in a day’s work for Tyrion.

When things get like this, clearly he’s going to be super busy and strung out. So if all you have time for is a quick romp before bed or before he leaves in the morning? Not his favourite but he’d rather have that than nothing at all.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Tyrion’s down for a little risk now and again. It keeps things fresh and exciting for the two of you. Just so long as it doesn’t cross any of the boundaries set in N, he’ll try anything almost once.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Honestly? If you can keep up, Tyrion’s willing to go all night. His years of practice have given him an almost god like stamina, if you can outpace him he’s going to be pleasantly surprised because it hasn’t happened yet.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

So again, I don’t think toys are really a “thing” in Westeros, but someone with such a “diverse” palate as Tyrion will probably have a couple of surprises. However, this will probably be more kink type gear like blindfolds, ropes and maybe a gag somewhere. If you wanna use these things on yourself or him, he’s more than happy to oblige, but won’t be upset if you’re not interested either. He just wants you to be happy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease

Oh gods. Bring your patience and self control because this man is a MENACE.

Nowhere is safe from him either. The two of you could be in the fricking SEPT and he’d slip a note into your hymnal detailing all the filthy things he wants to do with you. Meanwhile he’s got his eye on the septon and the most placid expression, like he didn’t just commit you both to the Seven Hells via sacrilege He’s also not above getting handsy with you under the table while you’re having a meal with his family or in court. Like I said, nowhere is safe.

Revenge would be easy enough to get though. Just whisper something spicy in his ear and grab his trouser lacings right before he’s for a Small Council meeting. He’s going to be hot, bothered and ready to boil over for the next few hours and unable to focus on anything except the highlight reel his mind is playing of you. You’ll absolutely pay for it when he comes back to your rooms that night, but it’s also completely worth it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I'd say Tyrion makes about the average amount of noise for any man, you get moans and grunts, which get louder when he cums. The one thing that kind of stands out about him is he's maybe a little bit more talkative? Expect lots of dirty talk, compliments and cursing. The only way to truly shut him up is to put his mouth between your legs or on your tits lol.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I think it's probably because Kings Landing as a city reeks so goddamn bad, but I can see Tyrion having a thing about you wearing perfume? It would most likely start on your wedding night when a nice perfume is tradition along with the wedding silks, and Tyrion enjoys the scent on your skin so much he makes it a habit to keep adding to your collection. You'd probably own quite a few exotic and rare bottles after you've been together a few years, Tyrion would have most likely sought them out from merchants from the Free Cities and the Summer Isles. Wearing them can have like an almost pheromone type effect on him, especially if they're scents you've worn exclusively during sex.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

So, I'm just going to go off how Tyrion's cock is described in the books. I figure he's about average size for most men, around 5 inches, so not as small as everyone likes to speculate about. Girth wise I wouldn't say he's too big, maybe a smidge wider than most but not enough that it's going to cause you pain. The most notable thing about his cock is the head, which darkens a fair bit in colour when he's hard and is exceptionally sensitive. He's also uncut bc I can't really see that being a thing in Westeros again unless you travel out to the Free Cities or Dorne.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

How high you got? :P

Honestly, we know Tyrion is always down to clown. All you need to do is give your consent and he's raring to go. He's also a grown man, however, and has absolutely immaculate self control. Don't ever expect him to pressure or try and manipulate you into fulfilling his needs, your comfort comes first and foremost. He'll make do with his hand if needs must and won't make you feel the least bit guilty about it either.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

In the books/show, it's stated that Tyrion is pretty much an insomniac (same bro) so when you first get together it's pretty rare that he sleeps after sex. Instead, you can expect him to stay awake and cuddle you until you're asleep, and then he'll either read until dawn or shuffle off to his office to get some work done.

It's only when you start making an active effort to help him sleep that he'll be able to doze off next to you. The surefire way to get him to rest is by having his head on your chest or your lap and stroking his hair while you sing to him. It doesn't matter what, lullabies, ballads, tavern songs, he just likes the sound of your voice and the warmth of your skin against his.

He wouldn't tell you this, but Tysha would do the same thing for him back when she was around. He always managed to sleep fine for her, it was only after she left his life that his insomnia began. Maybe now that you're in his life, he can finally be well rested again.

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can I request a consider! or a blurb or hc or full on fic of austin looking after p!a during a sub drop 🥺

satisfied and empty inside

summary: austin swears that he'll never let you have a sub drop after hearing your horror stories. he fails this one time. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: t? this is tricky because sexual things are described but they don't really have sex. so i suppose high t? pairing: austin butler x priscilla actress reader ( little dove verse ) word count: 2441 warnings: the normal warnings apply for this verse. daddy kink. dom/sub dynamics. choking. brief mentions of past relationships that were not at all pleasant. sub drop. anxiety. negative self talk. author’s note: consider this faintly canon for the main verse? i always make the argument that austin never really ever lets dove experience sub drop but maybe that's only for when it's caused by papi. time frame is post met and cannes but pre press tour. you know that little tiny bit of time between them. beyond that, christ anon i adored this prompt and adored you for giving it to me. i truly hope you enjoy and deeply apologize for the wait. also welcome to my first time in forever and an age since i've written a sub drop.

The first thing you notice, the first thing that you notice when your body slowly drags itself into the land of being awake is that you're cold. There's no reason you should be cold, it's a practically balmy 73 degrees outside and Austin wasn't one to keep the house you two now owned together cold. That would always take some getting used to. The fact that you and Austin after every single ounce of bullshit that you and him put in your way have come out on the other end of things together. Sure, there's still so much you both have to work on with your own therapists and your couple therapist but here you are with your boyfriend, your dom, your- Austin.

Except, you're not here with him in the moment, are you? He's- he should be here in the bed but he's not, he's- where is he? Did he leave you? Were you that bad last night? You had- the scene was fine you thought, everything about last night was fine- almost perfect even but you're waking up alone in bed and Austin- Daddy hasn't been there for long enough for his side of the bed to get cold.

Maybe- no, Austin promised. Austin had said the two of you were fine, that things were going to get- going to be better. It wasn't perhaps the healthiest thing that you two had immediately gone back to being wrapped up in each other, you deciding to move at least temporarily to LA even while keeping your apartment in New York. It was just that being apart from one another after everything, after you had called his phone in the hotel shaking and so needy that you'd have thought his touch was the only thing that could cure you. That was the thing though, Austin knows that you- Austin knows more than anything at least for right now, you need to feel him touching you more often than not. You might not have been touch starved with other people, but you had missed his so much that it was like a missing limb. You had missed him like a missing limb in those hours you weren't busy and he wasn't talking to you because of course, just like Elvis and Priscilla somehow you break up and can't even do a clean break.

It's different now, it's supposed to be different now because you're here and he's here and you're supposed to work things out, make things better between the two of you so that you can build a truly solid relationship. The relationship is supposed to be between you and Austin, not you as Priscilla and him as Elvis or between Priscilla and Elvis. Having a solid relationship means not leaving the person alone when you said you wouldn't without a note or a little text or a voice memo. Austin would leave a message somehow someway but here you are with an empty bed and no note. You roll over, shivering despite your best efforts of curling into the covers as if they'll protect you from the thoughts that are starting to swirl around in your mind like a witch's brew in a pot. There's no missed calls, no missed messages, nothing missed on your phone or on the nightstand near it.

There is just you and a bed with half of it cold. There is just you and no Austin. There is just you and your mind. There is just you and the ghosts of people who are dead or still living but have themselves burrowed into your very psyche.

The crash hits you like the sudden drop of an elevator and you kept help the way a quiet whimper leaves your lips at it. You can feel where Austin's hand was around your neck, clenching and flexing and whispering such filth into your ear. "My good girl, taking my cock so well even when she can't breathe. Think I could leave a mark? Think the paparazzi would ask you what you did to earn that?" You can feel the sting of where his hands had slapped your ass, where he had palmed your ass and squeezed. You can feel the burning trail of his kisses only to be replaced by the cool air against your skin right now. None of those things are happening right now, the person you did them with isn't here right now. You're alone.

You're going to be alone forever aren't you? He's going to break things off with you like you did with him. This is him breaking things off with you like you did to him. Leaving him without a word until you decided to talk. You- He doesn't love you, he loves the you he met on set. He loves you as Priscilla not you and you and only you. He's probably meeting up with Kaia or some other new girl. He won't come back until you've left the bedroom. Or maybe he just wants you to fuck- to let out his dominant side- his daddy side so that whatever girl he's dating doesn't have to take it because they don't want to. Maybe him and Kaia never had broken up. It feels as if your chest has caved in on itself your lungs struggling to bring air into your body as you start to cry. He promised- He said he loved you, why isn't he here with you. Why are you alone again? Why isn't your collar on- nevermind that Austin had taken it off the night before because you had wanted to just feel his bare hand against your neck.

The tears start to fall before you realize what's happening as you curl even tighter into the blankets. The ceiling fan that's circling above you makes the subtle creaking noise it always does and it feels like the loudest thing in the room. A reminder that as much as you want to try with Austin again he has to want to try with you, has to want to be with you. Time passes as you cry, you think, the numbers on the clock by the bed not really registering until you hear your bedroom door open and a cheerful oh you're up before you swear you hear a curse.

It just makes you cry harder and has you sitting up and curling your knees to your chest as best you can as you try and wipe your tears because it hurts and you feel everything right now and you can't shut off your brain and and and-

"Dove?" Austin's voice feels like it's in a tunnel, like he's in the far away place you're certain he's in. After all, his side of the bed was cold when you woke up without him. You register his side of the bed sinking with his weight and his warm hand on your shoulder. Austin always does feel like your own personal furnace. You wonder if he felt that way for the other girls he's been with. "Oh my- my little dove."

Austin is there. Austin is touching you. Austin- Daddy is there. Breathing comes back in a rush and you take one, two, three shaky breaths before you feel Austin's arms wrap around you and you choke out a single word. "Where?"

He's confused for a moment before he realizes that you're asking him where he was. Asking him where he had run off to and left you alone. He doesn't know what time you woke up only that he came into the bedroom ready to wake you up with a kiss and instead found you crying looking as small as you could in the bed. You tense in his arms, still unsure that he's actually there or that you deserve having him around you but you don't shake his arms off, don't force him to stop touching you. "I- I thought I told you, little dove. I had a bunch of early interviews, didn't want to wake you up. I was going to take you out to brunch or lunch when I got done. You- I'm here."

"But you weren't." You hate how it sounds coming out of your mouth, all pectualance and sadness and you sound so much younger than you are when you say it. "You left me alone and it's- it's cold, Austin."

His arms tighten around you as he starts to stroke your back slowly, his lips kissing the crown of your head. "I know- and Daddy's sorry about that, dove. So so sorry about that. I should have written a note for you or sent you a text. I haven't even left the house. I've been in the office." He pauses, exhaling a little shakily. "I'm warm, Y/N, my perfect little dove, my girl- no my woman who puts up with me being an idiot and who's had my heart since our first hello."

Your fingers move to the dove necklace on his neck, it's almost identical to yours, but just subtly different enough that it's uniquely his. You press your own initials into your thumb as you fiddle with it and Austin does the same thing with your necklace around your neck. Neither of you speak for a moment, your tears turning into a sea of shivers before you finally muster up the ability to speak. "I thought- I thought you changed your mind."

About us is what goes unsaid. Because you've been there before, this isn't- he isn't Papi but it feels like it in the moment. Feels as if you're abandoned all over again. Feels as if you're tossed in the trash because you're not useful anymore, you're not the one for him any more and it crushes you. Austin lets out a huff of air and shakes his head.

"I didn't change my mind when you left me in Australia, if I didn't then, I don't think I ever really will." The way he moves to tilt your head up, grabbing your chin lightly and looks at you betrays the fact that he knows you're going to try and argue with him. "Ignoring the girls, dove. Just like I ignore the dates you went on."

A hint of a smile crosses your lips before you frown again, still shivering and trying to burrow into his arms, almost as if you want to become one with him. "Promise? I know I'm being stupid- and you know I'm not-"

"Dove- Y/N- you're not stupid. And I know you're usually so strong and tough and I love that about you but I left you alone and you- you dropped without me here. Because I wasn't here to see what was happening." He pulls you in for a soft kiss. "I promise. You're stuck with me until you get tired of me, because I'm not getting tired of you any time soon."

You still feel drained, still feel like the world has closed in on itself but there's a glimmer of sunshine there, a glimmer of hope your mind is latching onto in an attempt to pull you up from the depths that only brightens as you look at Austin and feel and smell Austin all around you. "Can we take a bath?" You ask softly, knowing the heat of it will help you calm down, will help bring you back up quicker.

Austin hums before nodding. "Can I get you to eat a snack first? I'll order in some food, we'll run a bath and we can just-"

"Yes." You answer, cutting him off before he can finish and looking a little alarmed when you do. "Yeah, I'd- I'll eat something and I don't- I just don't want to be alone. I need you, Au-Daddy."

Austin doesn't say a word for a moment before looks at you like you hung the moon and the stars. It's a little mind-boggling to see that look even after everything and your lips finally actually do fully form a smile so touched that you can't do anything but. When he finally speaks nuzzling your hair. "I always give you what you ask for and need, Dove." He moves to get off the bed despite your groan and whimper of protest at the loss of his body heat and his body in general. Once he stands up on the side of the bed he pulls you over and up next to him. "Come on, quick snack and then bath."

It doesn't take you a second to burrow yourself back under his arm as he pulls you close to his chest. In fact, in a fit of what he likes to pretend is genius he maneuvers you to be in front of him and allows himself to just walk with you holding onto him in the front. It's silly and a bit uncomfortable but it works well enough and makes you happy enough that he deals with it. You eat a bagel because it's easiest thing to scarf down in the kitchen before you and him make that same walk back to the bedroom and into the bathroom.

He takes his time as the water runs to take off your nightgown, placing soft kisses at every bit of exposed skin as he reveals them. You're still shivering a bit but sometimes it's from your own emotions while other times it's from the kisses his lips give you. Climbing into the tub after he manages to get in there is a bit of an adventure with how fuzzy your brain feels but you manage, Austin's arm snaking around your waist and pulling you up against his chest. "Starting to feel better?" He asks, his lips caressing your ear in a gesture you can't help but enjoy.

"A little." A simple answer but it's the only one your brain can wrap itself around. You pause and realize that you've stopped shivering. "I'm warm."

Austin's lips curl into a smile that you can feel against your skin. "I don't know, I think you're pretty hot."

That glimmer of hope, that thing your brain started to cling to explodes like a supernova, filling your brain with just enough happiness to make you actually laugh. It's not fixed- you know from experience pulling you out of this state takes a bit longer but it's a start.

His smile widens and he nips at the back of your neck. "There's my little Dove. Love you."

You hum a little happily and drowsily as you lean back and settle yourself against him as he slowly starts to bathe the both of you. "Love you too, Daddy."

#austin butler #austin butler x priscilla actress reader #austin butler x reader #austin butler x you #austin butler x y/n #austin butler fanfic #austin butler angst #austin butler fluff #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fic #elvis 2022 #ally writes #god.#i miss writing them.#consistently.

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Warnings: curse word, yandere theme, murders.

Everything you read is not compatible with reality!!

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„Y/n, turn right“, the sound comes from the earphone in the ear, the voice prompts and directs.

You look around to make sure there is no one else here. It wouldn't be appropriate if someone caught you. This mission must be successful like the others.

You confidently follow the guy who disappeared in the building, which is a few meters away from you. What is he doing at such a late time in a closed hospital?

„I connected to surveillance cameras, he is going to the 6th floor“

„Is there anyone else in the building with him?”, you ask.

”Wait. Gimme 5 seconds. No, i checked all the cameras. None found”, the guy who was sitting in front of the monitor continued to drink juice and stare at the photos that were relevant to the case.

After y/n entered the hospital, she entered the elevator, which was open. Surprisingly, the elevator did not have all the buttons and one of them was empty.

So you decided to ask your work partner some things.

“Riki, does this hospital have secret rooms or floors below the first?”

”I don't think it's in the building plan”

”It means they are hiding something”, you said.

”Yes, y/n. But first you need to catch up with Shim Jake and find out some information from him“

“I’m on my way“

„Go faster“, Riki smirked looking around from the camera attached to your jacket.

When you arrived on the 6th floor, you immediately went to the office that Jake entered. But..

No one was there.

You checked all the shelves and cupboards, nothing to indicate anyone's presence.

”Riki, are you sure that someone really entered here?“

”Yes, my eyes definitely saw it and I have a record. Why should I lie to you?”

He would be disappointed that you doesn't trust him, but knowing your character, he would never think this way.

Suddenly the door closed behind y/n. She turned to realize that she had indeed left the door open.

“Oh, y/n. The signal from the cameras is gone, are you okay? Y/n?”

”Y/n?”

Riki is trying to connect but still getting error in big letters on the screen. “What’s going on?”.

A girl stood still for a while but after she moved from the place, an alarm sounded from the speaker on the wall and the red colours of the light flashed from time to time.

The window that was open quickly closed. You had no choice but to try to open the front door. It was locked so you drew your gun and aimed at the lock.

“Shot”

The door did open but behind it stood a guy in a mask, black hoodie and a cap on his head. The face is not visible but you were sure that it was Jake. A murderer who was unjustly convicted and has not confessed to the crime for 3 months. To catch him, your team had to take on this task. The one who told about this case really decided to order the punishment for his actions.

You were an organization that helped establish justice. Of course, everything was secret because you would be condemned for your actions and the police would arrest you. But you are not stopped by the risks, you enjoy it and it is your job.

Riki, who was the smartest teenager at school, despised by his mother who drank all her salary and didn't care about her son, made him understand that you don't always have to rely on someone and do need solve everything yourself.

He organized all this and hired several people without any problems. Now he is 17 but he has not shown his face to anyone from the people he works with. Riki thinks that he will lose his authority because he lied about his age. But does not yet know that his colleagues really consider him valuable.

The main thing is people who tell unfair stories and worries that do not give them peace.

5 days ago…

”Please tell us your story”

A woman who was near the call booth began to talk about her worries.

“It all started with the fact that I started going to the hospital because of a terrible condition and depression”.

“Welcome, Mrs. How can I help you?”, a woman met a doctor who was very kind to her.

They often talk cause Mrs. Kang go hospital every 2 days to check condition and he even didn’t realise that he starts speaking about his dog.

”Listen, my dog is so clumsy these days. She even doesn’t wanna go outside with me because the day before she waited for me all day long. I’m really busy..”, the doctor told this to the woman with admiration and gestured.

“We often talked, also he told me about his dog Layla and even wanted to meet outside the hospital just to know me better and show me his dog”, a woman stopped for a while and began to cry.

Then she continued.

“But one day he offered me to undergo an additional examination where it turned out that I had even more severe health problems. So he prescribed me medicine”.

”Here it is. Just take it 2 times a day and your symptoms will gone faster”, he assured.

“Honestly, I don't like to take medicine, so I didn't dare to do it and the next day I went to another clinic and they told me that I'm fine”.

“How can it be that I am completely healthy? I was really dizzy for several days in a row and I felt depressed”.

“That's why I lied about taking medicine when I met him by chance near the park. Who knew that my husband would perceive it as vitamins and drink this abomination”

Week passed and her husband started having complications, it was difficult for him to breathe and he sometimes waved his hand at his wife, although he had never shown such aggression before.

“Can you do things more better? Who are you to say that to me? Just leave me alone if you want to live..”

“I did not take the pills from him because he hid them too well. He was addicted”.

“Why do you want to deprive me from thing that makes me feel better? It says “vitamins for depression” so why can't I take it, you bitch?”

Next day she went to the hospital but the doctor Mrs. Kang talked to earlier was not there.

“I couldn't just walk away so I asked another patient about him and the patient told me the same things as he told me. He even takes the same medicine prescribed by that doctor”.

A month later, her husband died so she filed a lawsuit but Jake hired a good lawyer and was not charged.

”I want you to really punish him for what he is doing, because my husband was not guilty and he would not want me to leave it like that. I want the truth..”

”We heard you, do you really want to punish him?”

”Yes!! It’s for my husband..”

Real time.

Riki wants to call another colleague to work because he is afraid that you will be in danger.

“Jay, go and find y/n. I worry about her”.

”Okay, I’ll be in 15 minutes”

The guy in front of you starts to take off his mask. As you thought. It’s Shim Jake.

“Who are you? And what are you doing here? Am I that popular that you want to know everything about me?”, he asks with such a cute smile on his face.

Why don't you just shoot him in the head? But. Y/n. You can’t… You just need to punish him another way.

”Would you like to tell me where are the documents on the case of patients with serious diseases hidden and take me there to show it?”

“Wow, it’s a lot of tasks”, he laughed and gradually approached the girl.

”I don’t want to show where is it. You need to found out by yourself, if you will have strength for that, baby..”

“Such an idiot to tell me about this when I can do it easily…”

5 seconds and your body lies in his hands.

”Long time no see, y/n. Why didn’t you recognise me all this time I stalked you. I’m the one who’s winner. You’re mine”.

The next day.

A guy buys coffee and passes by a park bench where elderly men were sitting.

“Did you hear about the incident that happened at night? They say that there was a murder of a young guy whose body was found near the hospital, where he jumped from the building because he was under the influence of drugs”.

”What a horror, it's not far from here to that place. He had his whole life ahead of him..”

”Do you know anything about the real life ahead that still awaits me with y/n. Jay was not that important in her life. Also that teenager, I need to find him..”, Jake muttered as he walked down the alley with a small fountain nearby and thought about his next plans.

I hope you enjoyed it 🌱 thank you for reading this!!><

#yandere enhypen #enha x reader #enhypen imagine #enhypen jake #jake x reader #shim jake #jay #jay park #park jeongseong #shim jaeyun #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #riki reactions #nishimura riki #enhypen niki #yandere

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rickie-the-storyteller · 1 year

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Introducing Me.

Hi! I'm Rickie the Storyteller! I like making up stories for fun.

I figured that it was probably time to have a proper intro post on here.

Here are a few facts about me:

My real name is Erica. "Rickie" is a nickname. (And I'm a girl.)

My MBTI is INFJ.

My birthday is 15/09 (so I'm a Virgo).

I'm British. And black. And kind of a nerd.

I love to read (I can't choose one favourite book lol. My favourite childhood books were the How to Train Your Dragon series, and I also loved everything by Roald Dahl).

I love movies (particularly Pixar movies. I think my favourite Pixar film is The Incredibles).

Right now, my two favourite shows are Gilmore Girls and BoJack Horseman. And The Boondocks… and I also love Phineas and Ferb (I always have. It’s my comfort show <3 )

I'm a STEM student (mainly computer science, physics and maths). I particularly like science a lot. When I was young, all I wanted was to be a doctor. I got over that once I found out how long you need to stay in school lol.

I hate swearing in real life, but I sometimes include swear words in my stories (only when I feel like the character would lol. It's about getting their personalities right, that's all).

I am a major perfectionist. And a tryhard. Because of that, I get burnt out a lot lol.

I have the most random music taste lol. I like just about everything so long as it sounds nice (my playlists range from old-school hip hop to gospel/rnb to jazz to classical to indie... right now as I'm typing this out, I'm listening to Lizzy McAlpine lol)

I've always loved writing and storytelling since I was a kid. I used to write in my notebooks whenever I could, and make up bedtime stories to entertain my younger sister when we were little kids. I enjoyed creating different worlds, scenarios, characters and personalities with my imagination. Making up stories is my passion and my escape.

I got the idea to start this blog because I type up a lot of stories and store them on my computer. Some of them are long, some of them are short. Most of them aren't finished… But I wanted to give them a space of their own. I wanted to have a platform where I can share my stories with other people who love writing and reading as much as I do. I wanted to connect with other writers and readers who can give me feedback, advice, and support. And I wanted to challenge myself to improve my writing skills and grow as a writer and storyteller.

On here, you'll find various types of stories (and poems, I guess) that I write for fun or for practice. Some of them are short stories that can be read in one sitting. Some of them are longer stories that are divided into chapters or parts. Some of them are based on prompts or requests that I get from you guys. And some of them are just random ideas that pop into my head. I'm here to share with you some of my original stories, characters, and ideas that I hope will inspire you, entertain you, and make you think.

I'm happy to be here, but it was a tough choice to start this blog for a few reasons - the main one being that it takes a lot of courage to share your stories/creations with others. You never know how they will react or what they will think of your work. And like I said before, I'm a perfectionist. I want the things I post to be good. I really hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I enjoy writing them.

I want to push myself and step out of my comfort zone. I want to experiment with different writing styles and genres: YA, fantasy, sci-fi, romance, comedy, mystery, drama, etc. Something for everyone. And if there isn't yet something that suits your taste or mood, eventually I'll try and get it there (I haven't been on here very long lol). I've never written fanfictions before, but I wouldn't mind writing for any specific tv shows/movies/video games in future. I'm open to anything! As long as we aren't talking about anything inappropriate…

I'd also love to interact with you guys more: answer your questions about writing or storytelling or anything else; give feedback on your own stories if you want; share tips and tricks on how to improve your writing skills; or just chat about anything that interests us. I don't just want to write stories that come from my own imagination (although I definitely will do that too). I also want to take your suggestions and prompts. So, if you have an idea for a story that you want to read or hear me tell, just let me know and I'll try to make it happen.

If you like what you read, feel free to follow and share with your friends. You can also send me requests for stories or prompts/topics you want me to write about. I'm always open to new ideas and challenges.

Thank you for visiting my blog and supporting my passion. Also, thanks for reading this (if you actually read the whole thing, then you're awesome)!

Stay tuned for more stories coming soon!

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EDIT #1:

My main WIP is a three-part series titled, "Steph's Crew." I have finished this dialogue series for the first book/instalment (which is called, "The Misfit Manifesto").

Here's a link to the contents page -

Here's some more info on that:

I'm working on a ton of stuff lol. Here are a few... — The Internet's Resident Storyteller (tumblr.com)

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EDIT #2:

Here's a link to my Spotify, where you can find all of the OC/ship playlists that I make for my stories -

Feel free to make suggestions on songs to include in these playlists, since I'm always thinking of new songs to add and ways to change them.

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EDIT #3:

My Wattpad! I'm planning on posting more on there, so stay tuned for that.

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EDIT 4:

Check out my Instagram!

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EDIT 5:

Get to know me! Here's a link to my "Meet the Writer Tag" post:

#:) hi #rickie-the-storyteller #introductory post #intro post #welcome to my tumblr #happy to be here #about me post

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the---hermit · 10 months

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The House In The Cerulean Sea by T.J. Klune

This book has been everywhere for the past few years. For some reason when it first startet to gain popularity I assumed I wouldn't have liked it. I don't know why. Maybe because the plot is not what I would usually go for, I tend to like heavier fantasy, so I just assumed this book wasn't for me. I don't know what changed, if I saw this so much that I got too curious so I had to try, or simply if after hearing people call this cozy fantasy I thought this was a lighthearted book that could work well at thia moment in my life. Long story short, the other week there was a small discount in my local bookshop and I decided to pick this up. I really enjoyed my time with it, I knew very little about it, but it was definitely the right book for me now. I am still getting back on me feet after having burned myself out, so a cozy fantasy that doesn't need too much brain power was the perfect pick.

This book is incredibly popular so you'll probably have heard of it, but for those who didn't this is the story of a orphanage of magical children who are considered to be dangerous because of their powers. The main character, Linus Baker is tasked with determining whether the orphanage is in fact dangerous and should therefore be closed, or wheyher it is safe both for the kids and for the outsiders. He will have to spend a month in the orphanage with the children and the director, Arthur, who will definitely have an impact on Linus.

This book is really a cozy fantasy story, it's lighthearted and makes you feel a lot of joy. I think it would work very well if you were in a reading slump to be honest. It's a quick read you can take your with with, and it's very engaging. I liked the characters and the setting, it was overall a really good book. I will admit the moral of the story is very much in your face, stated over and over by the characters, which is not my favourite thing. I prefer when books are a bit more subtle with their messages, but it's definitely a very personal opinion. With this being said it's a nice addition to my bookshelf and I am really happy to have read this.

I read this for the water in the title prompt of the jumbo challenge, and for the fantasy with a romance subplot of the fantasy challenge.

#i swear my next post will be a challenge update and it will be super long because i haven't posted one in over 2 months #book #books #2023 book #book cover #popular book #bookblr #booklr #book rec #book recommendation #book review #the house in the cerulean sea #tj klune #reading #mine #the---hermit

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THE CROWN OF LEAVES starter sentences Featuring prompts from chapters 1 and 2 (all routes), change pronouns and etc as necessary.

"I don’t often ask you to do something for me but today I’ll make an exception…"

"According to yours and _____’s words, constellations/_______ are important, probably even the main part of me."

"Next time you’ve a mind to lie to me, come up with a better story, you dolt."

"You can trust in my senses, they’re a touch sharper than yours."

"I don’t want to be entertained. I just want to find a silent corner in this house."

"You’re not supposed to be constantly on guard with the ones you love. Being able to trust is a very valuable quality."

"If something unexplainable happens, the spirits are to blame. And if blaming the spirits is not enough, you can also break loose on some clueless fool."

"Let’s smooth out our unfortunate acquaintance with the rules of decencies and introduce ourselves to each other."

"Do you think I wouldn't come to my ______'s rescue? I’d be the first to run if I only knew where to."

"That’s enough, _____. It’s obvious that you spoiled him/her as a child. S/he’s stupid and lazy because you didn’t teach him/her the value of hard work."

"Okay, that’s enough. I don't believe in destiny or predetermination. I change my life myself!"

"_____ never do anything for others, only for themselves."

"You won't deny yourself the pleasure of challenging and refuting me, will you?"

"Don't forget, you still need to protect me!"

"I’m talkin’ about your brains, alright? As if somebody’s gone and pried open your skull and given it a good bit mix-up with a spoon."

"I’m serious. For him/her, there is no friend more important and closer than you."

"It looks a bit… Well I don’t want to be rude… but… boring."

"I just want to understand why you are making this such a big and terrible secret."

"If you absolutely have to write down your name, write it all wrong. In that case, an evil spirit won’t be able to possess you."

"Nobody will forgive you if you screw up."

"Why so grumpy? I just wanted to see my friend."

"I’m only asking you to stay in touch, that’s all. And should you run into trouble — well, I'll always come to the rescue, if I can."

"I asked you for at least a day---a single day!---not to touch those blasted constellations/_____."

"As your faithful friend, I prefer to ignore your failures."

"Won’t you tell me what’s wrong with the little one? S/he’s extremely silent."

"If one learned how to hide all of them did. The dead helped the living to avoid their mistakes."

"As far as I know, amnesia's not contagious."

"Some challenges need to be addressed head-on. I have an axe, for example…"

"Some _____ are eternally exiled for violating the rules. What if _____ is one of them?"

"Not everyone knows what they want from life. And not everyone has as much energy as you do to look for the best place for themselves."

"Honestly, I've had enough of aggressive communication for today."

"Can I see them? The _____, I mean."

"I'm not eager to end up like my ______! And neither do I want to be a substitute----no matter for who or what!"

"That's right. If you've chosen your way, then follow it."

"You're going to die until none of those who are willing to save you are left---and they're already few."

"_____, bark."

"Mark my words, I’ll ensure your punishment is long and exciting."

"Even such a touching confession won’t make me become your partner/_____."

"There’s no time to be tired, I need to pack my things."

"Now I know exactly what kind of monster under the bed I was afraid of as a child. It was you!"

"I don't know about _____, but ______ definitely loved you very much."

"In what way can one become a murderer? In the most direct one."

"And here I thought you were just foolin’ with me, but you really, truly don’t understand a bloody thing."

"I have no choice and you know that! I don't want to run into _____ again!"

"A part of me is in _____. Moreover, it saved his/her life."

"This is my real home! All jesting aside, if you lived here for awhile, you’d realize it’s not nearly as bad as it seems."

"A long tail is useful for plowing the ground, but that’s it."

"I knew there was something dangerous about you, something otherworldly. I should have followed my hunch."

"So you don’t remember _____, do you?"

"If s/he acts like this towards friends, then how does s/he act towards enemies? I don’t even want to know."

"You mentioned something about your destiny---we're going to test it now."

"That’s just how our culture has turned out. It’s full of mysticism, even if you don’t like it."

"I… I remembered I had another wound, aside from the one _____ gave me."

"Remember this once and for all: you don’t play these stupid games with me."

"Glad you care about me and my health! How sweet of you!"

"I’m not staying with him/her. Leave it to him/her to kill me in the middle of nowhere."

"Sometimes, as it happens, I see a human and my stomach growls."

"I'm not insulting anyone---I'm telling the truth in the most straightforward way."

"I’d like you to understand this: I don’t hate you."

"Who is “everybody”? Does anyone else other than you want to see me?"

"I shan’t be messing about with your head anymore. Seems to me it’s suffered quite enough."

"You’re a friend of our birthday boy/girl, aren’t you?"

"If you want to get rid of insomnia, I advise you to stop drinking coffee first."

"If the ______ doesn't get banished, people will start dying."

"Grow up and stop believing in fairy tales."

"I work with what I see. You looked like you were about to throw up."

"______ would happily go to any lengths to save you."

"I remember everything very clearly! Why won't you believe me? Why would I lie?"

"Did s/he really get so mad at me for not coming to his/her party?"

"Just admit it. Admit that you’re bursting with envy."

"It’s okay, you can keep it. It suits you---with all the stars and everything."

"How do I know it's not poisoned?"

"Two of my friends are dead! Why?! Who allowed them to die?"

"Your mind isn’t all that good and well, and you know why? You broke my restriction."

"Now I can’t even take it away…...only kill it."

"You really hear them? And just what are they going on about?"

"It's difficult to trust someone who's been constantly stalling from the very beginning instead of speaking frankly, isn't it?"

"You think I enjoy yattering about myself? Not even close."

"Good, be afraid. A horrendous monster with giant sharp teeth dwells in that house/_____---it will gobble you up and not even choke."

"It occurred to me that I could ask about your childhood and get to know you better."

"Keep in mind though, I can replace mercy with rage at any time."

"There’s no such thing as “______”. It sounds like some beaten fantasy book trope."

"Maybe s/he's gone totally nuts and started suspecting everyone around of some evil deed."

"Such a delicate ringing… a pleasant sound….it must be that one day it will grow louder."

"And what’d it get you? Nothing. Not a bloody, damned thing."

"You know what happens to mortals if they don’t leave _____ when....when they should?"

"Was it too hard to smile, huh?"

"I haven’t done anything wrong! I have nothing to do with it!"

"Your head has finally got rid of _____ and made a space for me. I’m glad it did. Now I’m going to be your best friend/____."

"I used to be very friendly---perhaps much friendlier than I am now."

"I’m not exactly what you’d call the finest at maths, but that’s already two conditions, and not just one."

"You managed to defend yourself. On your own."

"If you're the savior of the _____, then why did _____ kill you?"

"That title isn’t ringing any bells? Oh, okay, I knew I should have chosen something else."

"Just tell me this: do you hear the stars?"

"I know better. I’ve been around him/her longer than you."

"There’s no wound….but s/he stabbed at me right here."

"Obsession is passion! And what’s so bad about passion?"

"I think you give too much importance to fairy tales. Although, this isn’t surprising of you."

"Let me tell you who you reminded me of, to make this awkward situation even more awkward."

"They dragged you away, and I was afraid you were done for. Are you okay?"

"I’ve lived my entire life by the ______’s side, I know all about them!"

"Both were so determined, so desperate. A perfect example of self-sacrifice."

"Trust is the very thing I don’t demand. I just suggest helping each other. Wouldn't it be the best decision to stick together?"

"____’s right smart at telling stories. I’m even a touch envious, really---s/he’s always got the best of ideas, meanwhile my brain is all full of spiders and dirt."

"What’s the point of saving the ______ if there will be no one left to dwell in it?"

"I… hate him/her....but….what would I hate him/her for?"

"Carry your ladies/______ in your arms, and they won’t run away from you."

"I'd hate to find your bare corpse somewhere under a birch."

"Well, why so silent? We haven’t seen each other in ages! You could have said “hello”, at least."

"If you forgot about _____, just let it stay like that. And this is my best advice."

"Did I get into a scrap and make a scene?"

"You’re as good as a tool for them, and they’ll indulge you for as long as you are useful to them."

"_____.....Why on earth am I thinking of her/him? I don’t know….but s/he’s driving me wild right now."

"They judge me… hate me…"

"You're a despicable son of a bitch used to being fussed over by everyone."

"This world---whatever world it is---is empty, and there’s nobody in it except me."

"This creature has a soft spot for eyes/____, because it has none of its own."

"Oh, my little friend. You will always be safe."

"S/he is generally incapable of holding long meaningful conversations."

"Am I the only one lucky enough to see you both from a slightly different perspective?"

"This is my secret, and you are the only one privy to it. Well, happy now?"

"I only hope that you’ll always tell me about your adventures."

"It is difficult to get along with someone who is light-minded about deadly danger."

"Part of it is true. You may decide yourself which part exactly."

"You are our bright star, and you need to take to the skies."

"Oh, _____, where did your blind trust in _____ go? Weren’t you the one insisting just half an hour ago that s/he only wants the best for me? Naive."

"Do you think I can just go back to my regular routine without thinking about any of this?"

"Yes, I condone his/her shortcomings. There is not much good in me myself to force _____ to change for me. I love him/her the way s/he is."

"S/he was my companion, s/he means a lot to me! There were supposed to be the two of us….but you let ______ die!"

"I’m your partner, me! I’m the one you must trust!"

"How about a good ol’ goodbye hug?"

"What am I going to do without them? Who's going to help me? I can't deal with it on my own. I need them by my side!"

"The order is disturbed. If _____ is gone, what's the point of _____? If ______ is gone, what's the point of me?"

"Who brought me back to life if it wasn't _____? And what for if nothing will ever be the same again?"

#long post #;;ask memes: made by me #;;ask memes: for the muses #specify a muse #anons not preferred #rp sentence meme #please specify a muse on your end if you're a fellow multi #if I have it under a read more the post tag breaks so no read more for this #at least it's tagged long post otl

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demonfamilytherapist · 2 years

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Could I request a really comforting fluffy yet Kinda angsty Fic with Asmo? Maybe he’s having a really bad day, and suddenly he’s even more hyper conscious of how he looks, but he has to go to RAD so he pulls it together as best he can, (MC notices somethings off and try’s to start up a conversation with a nice compliment but MC is the one person who Asmo truly wants to impress so they kind make it worse because now Asmo thinks he looks so bad they’re trying to pity compliment him-) and then at the end of the day some random small-fry demon makes a comment on his “messy hair”, and suddenly he’s just breaking down the instant he gets to his room because if he’s not beautiful who will love him?

And then MC finds him a couple minutes later and just completely soothes him and just bundles him up in fluffy blankets and starts talking about how “They love Asmo no matter his appearance” and just give him little kisses all throughout his face while talking about all the things they love about him

Yay for Asmo content! I hope I did this prompt justice, I do love Asmo a lot and I wish the main story would give him a bit more attention.

Content/warnings: body insecurity, verbal bullying, Asmo is sad. I also did this more pre-relationship than romance, but it’s there.

One of Those Days

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Asmo was beautiful.

Asmo was beautiful. He knew he was. Thousands of people told him every day on Devilgram. Demons of all kinds approached him, desperate for his attention. If he went to the Fall, he could easily come home with someone - or several someones, if Lucifer was just a little less strict on the number of strangers in the house.

But some days he just couldn’t feel it.

His hair lacked luster no matter how much care he put into it. The bags under his eyes stuck out no matter how much concealer he slathered on his face. Asmo’s smile showed too many teeth but if he tried to close his lips, it looked thin and strained.

All Asmo wanted to do was stay home and hide. He couldn’t face his fans like this! What would people think if Asmo showed up looking anything other than perfect?

But Lucifer wouldn't let him.

At RAD, Asmo acted like everything was fine. He even paid more attention in class, trying to distract himself from the ugly thoughts building up in his mind, threatening to crack his already thin mask.

"Asmo, are you feeling okay?" you asked quietly at lunch, and oh, how it made him want to cry that you saw something wrong with him. Did he look pale and ill, or red-faced? Was his smile too fake?

"You're so cute, MC!" he cooed, trying to distract you with praise, with his arms around your shoulders, and make you think of anything that wasn't whatever problem you saw in him. He could see in your eyes it didn't work, but you let him cuddle up to you anyway, looped an arm around his waist.

"You're too sweet, Asmo," you returned and Asmo squeezed you tighter. Mammon protested from the other side of the cafeteria, but Asmo just hid his face in your shoulder to hide his racing thoughts.

You're too sweet. Was he too much? No, no, that was a compliment from you, you'd meant it as something nice but - why now? You were the one being sweet, he was just being clingy like normal. Or was it pity? Like in the human movies? You have a wonderful personality when what they really meant was-

The buzzer finally forced him to pull away, leaving him cold and his smile more frail than ever.

Asmo's hair was getting more and more disheveled as he tried to fix it, fiddling with it in class. You're too sweet you'd said, but Asmo wasn't the sweet one. Maybe Beel, who was so kind and sincere to you. Or Belphie, who was always seeking out your attention with half-lidded eyes and pouty lips. Or even Mammon, with his bashfulness and sputtering denials of his obvious feelings.

But Asmo?

Asmo was a gossip. Asmo was mean, snapping at his brothers and targeting their insecurities, cutting down any demon that threatened his popularity, he'd even been dismissive to you before you'd shown him how incredible you really were.

Asmo wasn't sweet, he was clingy and desperate for your attention and the only good thing about him, the only good anyone had ever seen in him, was his looks. And today, even that was fading.

Curses and Hexes passed him by in a blur. He hadn't written a single word in his notes. There was only one more class that day - assuming Asmo could avoid getting detention for his spiraling distraction. Asmo just had to make it through Devildom Law, a class no one paid attention to, and then he could retreat to his room.

Asmo stopped outside the classroom to fix up his hair in the door window once more, growling in frustration when it just didn’t sit right. The window was a dim reflection, he knew that, but he still hated the way it seemed to highlight his dark circles so clearly, his skin sallow and too pale.

The professor droned on and did not call on Asmo. His demeanour, frustrated and annoyed, was clear to all those nearby - and while he may be a student, he was also an Avatar. The professor was a noble himself, but in terms of raw power, Asmo was the one to fear.

Asmo nearly collapsed into his seat when the bell rang, relief snapping the tension in his muscles. He gathered his things, notebook pages empty, and moved to leave. It was finally time to go home, where he could hide in his room. Perhaps a mask later? A long bath? Something that would allow Asmo to relax in privacy. He'd feel better in the morning. He would just kill time until he could sleep without ruining his sched-

Whispers from the hallway.

"Have you seen him today?"

"His hair... what happened?"

"Maybe he's finally lost it."

"Finally, all those thirst traps were getting annoying..."

And Asmo-

Asmo knew demons were vicious, petty, jealous creatures. He had developed a pretty thick skin in the Devildom, or so he thought.

But today, he just couldn't.

He barely stopped himself from sprinting out of the classroom. Asmo wasn’t used to avoiding attention, hadn’t practiced it - he slipped out the back of the classroom, making his way through an office and out into a the hall, far from where he heard those voices. As soon as he made it out of the building his wings unfurled and he took off, the empty skies the only place he could be sure he wouldn’t run into anyone.

The minutes-long flight to the House of Lamentation felt like it took hours. Asmo considered just trying to fly through a window, shorten the trip to his room - but he’d probably be the first one home anyway, and Lucifer locks them all before school.

Asmo was right. He was the first one back, or at least if Levi was home he was already busy with his games. But Asmo couldn’t take any chances, rushed straight to his room. He only got to the hallway before his eyes started to sting.

Asmo slammed the door behind him, finally safe to let out the sob choking him. Without the weight, without the risk, of eyes on him he finally broke down, tears streaming down his face and hiccuping breaths shaking his body.

The relief lasted until he turned around.

Mirrors. Mirrors on his wall, his wardrobe, his fucking ceiling. Asmo had hung them all up himself, and now he was desperate to tear them down.

Instead he dove for his bed, the plush softness embracing him. He pulled the covers up and dove under, hiding away in the darkness, where no one could see him, where he couldn’t see him.

He couldn’t have been there for more than a few minutes before a knock at the door sounded. Asmo sobbed and curled up under the covers.

The door opened and shut. Asmo whined.

“Asmo? It’s me.” He heard the voice of the last person he wanted to see him this way. Asmo grabbed the edges of his duvet, pulling it close so you wouldn’t be able to reveal him. Maybe you’d just go away.

“You can stay there if you need to, Asmo,” you assured him. He felt you sit on the side of the bed, one hand lightly resting against his covered back. “I just wanted to check up on you.”

Asmo sniffled and shook his head. He hoped you could see the movement despite the covers.

“I’ll leave if you need me to Asmo, but I’m worried about you.” You rubbed his back in soothing circles. “I want to help if I can.”

Asmo choked out a word, but knew you wouldn’t be able to understand it with his sobs.

“Asmo, what did you say?” you prompted gently, hesitantly. Treating Asmo as though he was made of glass.

Asmo threw the covers off and tackled you in a hug.

It ended with a tumble off the bed, one where Asmo just barely managed to twist so he cushioned your landing.

Now you were on top of him, face bewildered before you took in his expression, his blotchy cheeks and watery eyes and smeared makeup. Confusion quickly shifted to concern.

“Asmo, what-”

“Why?” he wailed, clearer this time. You opened and closed your mouth, not understanding, and that just made him sob again.

“Why... Why do I want to help you?” you asked, and your face was cute while you tried to figure him out. You were cute and you were on top of him and everything in him wanted to make some stupid flirty comment, to pull you closer but he couldn’t, not looking like this.

Instead he nodded, sniffling, while you shifted so your weight wasn’t totally on his chest. Asmo was a demon, even if he wasn’t as outwardly muscled as his brothers, he could take the weight of one human, but it was such a small gesture of care it nearly set him off wailing again.

“Because I... you’re important to me, Asmo,” you told him awkwardly. You helped him off the floor, sitting on the soft covers of his bed. “I can see you’re hurting and I want to help.”

“I’m not fun to be around like this,” Asmo protested. His voice was still watery, but at least he could make himself clear. “You should go!”

You should go before Asmo made even more of a fool of himself. You should go before the image of him with his mascara running and his nose red and his hair a mess was all you thought of when you looked at him. You should go before Asmo ruined any chance he had with you. More than he already had, anyway.

“Asmo...”

You pulled him closer and he took the chance to hook his chin over your shoulder, hiding his face. He’d love to bury himself in your school uniform, but that would mean getting snot on you.

You felt nice and warm against him. Asmo couldn’t help but settle against you, letting himself half-collapse onto your shoulder. Your arms cradled him. One hand rubbed soothing circles on his back.

“Asmo, I’m not only going to be around when you’re... when you’re fun.” You squeezed him tighter. Asmo clung onto you. “You’re my friend. I can’t just leave you when you’re upset.”

“But I- I look stupid,” Asmo sobbed. You definitely had snot on your uniform now, despite his best efforts. “I’ve looked awful all day and now everything’s ruined and my stupid makeup is supposed to be hellfire proof but-”

“Asmo!” you interrupted him quickly and Asmo took big, gulping breaths that you try to soothe him through. Eventually you pulled back a little - just a little - so he could look at you.

“Asmo, you’ve looked great all day. Anyone who says otherwise is just being an asshole.” You tugged him closer until the two of you were practically sitting on top of each other. “We can clean the makeup off, you can have a bath, and then you’ll be back to your normal, beautiful self. But even then, that’s not the point.”

It did calm Asmo down a bit, the reminder that the makeup could come off, the redness of his skin could be soothed, the day could be washed away. He let himself relax a little, waiting for your next words.

“I’m not going to leave you alone just because your makeup runs, Asmo. You’re more important to me than that.”

“But-” Your words sounded sincere, but that didn’t make sense. Asmo was lust. His whole being was about beauty, about tempting others to his sin. Even in the Celestial Realm, his value wasn’t being a protector like Beel or a strategist like Levi. He was the Jewel of the Heavens, a pretty face standing beside his more useful brothers.

Asmo was beautiful.

That was all he was.

“Why, then?” Asmo asked you, fresh tears spilling from his eyes.

Why stay with me, if not for my beauty?

“Asmo.” You paused, trying to find the words. Asmo watched your expression, hunted for any sign of insincerity, any faked affection. He only found sadness and frustration - frustration at yourself, for not knowing the perfect words. “Asmo, you’re- you bond with Levi over fashion. You don’t just use makeup, you know all about it. I’ve seen you help Mammon get ready for shoots. You’re always trying to be a good older brother to the twins. You’re the only one of your brothers Satan can stand to be around most of the time.”

You rested your forehead against Asmo’s, letting him feel the warmth of your cheeks.

“You always go out of your way to talk about how nice I look. How sweet I am, even when I’m only passing you the salt at dinner. You’re kind to me, Asmo. You’re always cheering me up. You’re always supporting me and I want to support you, too.”

Asmo still wanted to protest. Of course he did all of those things to you - you were beautiful, your soul shone with a light he’d never seen from a human, an angel, or a demon. The two of you were nothing alike. You were incredible, and he was just...

Wait.

Asmo blushed.

He’d made you feel better? Just with all his comments and his flirting and being himself? You liked that? Not because he was pretty or anything, just the talking parts?

You wheeled back as Asmo sat up straight, narrowly avoiding his chin colliding with your forehead. His smile lit up his face. It felt a little tight, his cheeks ached and he could feel the dried tears on them, but he kept it bright.

“You’re absolutely right, hon!” Asmo puffed himself up, trying to breathe deep to loosen what tightness remained in his chest. “I really am amazing, aren’t I?”

You gave him a confused smile. Asmo threw his arms around you again - this time, landing safely on the bed.

“You’re just the best! Aside from me, of course!”

Asmo’s face was buried into the sheets, but he could still hear - and feel - your laughter.

Eventually though, you quieted down, and Asmo simply held you in the silence.

Asmo could’ve stayed there forever, but he knew Lucifer would start calling you down for dinner soon. And while he could stand to be a little vulnerable around you, he needed to maintain his reputation as the good-looking brother.

“Okay,” Asmo said, sitting up. Your hair was now ruffled and your smile was much more relaxed. Asmo felt any remaining tension leak out of him at the sight. “I really should have a bath before dinner.”

“I’ll see you then.” You squeezed Asmo’s hands. Asmo pulled you close.

“You’re welcome to join me, you know!”

#obey me #obey me fic #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus x reader #asmodeus #my writing #obey me x reader

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chromatic-lamina · 8 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

OKAY! This was the 3rd one I got, and I thought of making it non-anon when I sent this out to other writers so that it didn't kinda circulate amongst the same circles continuously, but eh!

I'm a lot less tired than I was when I answered number 2, and here's a link to number 1, so

I've got a lot of fics, and I'm gonna do my next fave 5, because it's very hard to decide on faves. And @flyiing-giraffe left a fantastic review on

Taxi, which is very dear to my heart. It's meant to be AceLaw, but it's missing a chapter, and that was the most AceLaw part, but it's still there (the ship). The main idea is that Law drives a taxi and he meets people, and those people are your One Piece faves. Modern AU: summary:

Doflamingo's dementia, Ace's narcolepsy, Cora's death. Law collects vinyl with warps and scratches, and drives a taxi.

Chapters can mostly be read stand alone, and I wouldn't call it a ship fic.

Rated T, 14,392 words.

2. the tibia, the fibula, the regions in between

ZoLaw on the submarine, on the way to Wano. Rated a very soft M, I think, originally T.

Zoro and Law explore the unconformities of personal geography. Practice, distraction, quiet and unquiet minds.

This one is a ship fic on a ship.

3. softening the fall of snow

Law and Chopper in Wano talking about Jolly Rogers and Courage (prompt from @afterdeck-ace)

4. Father Figure

Smoker and Law having that conversation in Punk Hazard! Platonic. The father figure ain't Smoker. (G5 regarded Vergo as a father figure. Law did not).

5. Macrobiotics and Marathons

"Do you always cook like that? Flying scalpels, stabbing daggers, projectiles of fire...?" "Disrespected cabbages," the teacher yelled out, trying to get her body parts together, reordered. "We don't always disrespect the cabbage," Marco said.

Only for the summary. The first story still makes me laugh. The second story is just a bit throwaway!

Law and Marco try out a macrobiotics cooking class. Modern AU-ish

MarLaw

Special shoutout to a ton of others. It's really hard to choose. If anyone has a particular theme, or type of writing of mine they'd like me to pinpoint some stories for, drop me an ask! My works.

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wordsandrobots · 3 months

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So the problem with my brain's capacity to plan stories is that it doesn't know when to stop.

Because here I am, 6000 words into writing the final part of Wishing on Space Hardware, which is essentially a superfluous coda to make up the numbers and tie off a few loose emotional strands from the main plot, and of course I'm already thinking about the other Iron-Blooded Orphans stories I'd like to write. Indeed, some of them I have already started, because of course I have.

Now, to be fair, most of those ideas are slash. Smutty slash too. Did you know writing sex scenes triggers the same 'choreography goes brr' synapses as writing fight scenes? I didn't until a couple of years ago and now here we are, with at least two collections of explicit short stories in the offing.

First up is Sympathy and Other Mistakes, which I would already call done if not for the inexplicable urge to add more chapters to it. This is the one that I previously mentioned goes well to Great Night by NEEDTOBREATHE and is for the . . . let's call it 'crack-ship taken seriously' that I'm still not sure I want to publish anything for. I'm fairly nonplussed by moral-purity hand-wringing over age gaps and so forth, and firmly of the belief that getting laid is the least problematic thing anyone in Tekkadan has ever done, but it's a pairing that essentially requires the entirety of Wishing on Space Hardware to have happened to work. So, about a decade of character development beyond the show, which probably narrows the audience past the initial 'wait, what' filter. Thing is, it's an interesting pairing that I think actually works incredibly well with established canon. A thoroughly unromantic thing that swerves from dubcon to somewhere that's honestly kind of sweet, rooted in a search for redemption both characters know is ultimately hopeless. So . . . yeah. We'll see.

Second is the one I suspect would be most popular, You, Me and Everyone Else, which is the logical extension of deciding Shino and Yamagi are poly i.e., how much of the rest of the cast can I ship them with?

Technically, I suppose the bit I've written most of already isn't actually that premise at all but rather them unlocking the most blindingly obvious kinks imaginable. Still, it's fun and should be interesting when placed alongside the other ideas I've got planned. To whit:

Yamagi/Shino/Eugene/Sri (OC) -- The poly relationship I've been building throughout WoSH, in a situation I can't discuss yet

Yamagi/Chad/Shino -- Because I'm curious if I can make that work. If you've been following along so far, you'll have noted the emotional heft in the Yamagi/Shino/Eugene relationship is skewed such that Shino/Eugene is more intense than Yamagi/Eugene. I kind of want to play with that in the other direction, by giving Yamagi a partner he's more strongly attracted to than Shino is. Also I want Chad to have nice things.

598/Yamagi/Shino -- Look. My perfect gremlin child managed to squeak out of that game in one piece and so I get to imagine him grown up and happy, OK? And by grown up I mean roughly barrel-shaped and capable of out-wrestling Shino, and by happy I mean slightly drunk and blurting out “You're really pretty" at Yamagi in the middle of swapping 'holy shit, you're not dead' stories. It'll be fine.

(Chapter titles are already themed: Fantasia for Chains, [REDACTED], Variation on a Theme, and Guest Soloist. Because yes.)

Beyond that, I suppose technically that idea of cadet!Cyclase trying to come on to young officer!McGillis is also slash but I don't believe it would actually go anywhere per se. More that McGillis would take one look at Cyclase and go 'not today, thank you', and Cyclase would get to a point in the conversation and come to the realisation that killing McGillis wouldn't achieve much. I don't know. I'm intrigued by the idea of McGillis accidentally prompting Cyclase off the path of vengeance and on to the path of whatever-the-fuck he was trying to achieve in Urdr Hunt, and there is the challenge of actually writing the bastard's POV (I scrupulously avoided writing either McGillis or Orga's perspective in WoSH).

Oh, speaking of POVs, I was considering doing something with the Venus gang as the other side to Eugene Sevenstark and the Hesperus Treasure, but the idea's not really stuck past how the Urdr Hunt plot wound up going. Maybe if the theatrical presentation version gives me more food for thought? (I am crossing everything that they don't pull a diablous ex machina on us and kill anyone else; I already wrote 598 a cameo in the fic I'm posting at the moment, damnit.)

And then, well. Then there's the actual . . . calling it a sequel to WoSH would be a stretch. It's set another ten years on in the same version of events, but it's very much detached from WoSH's plot and would be my attempt to do a 'what if Akatsuki grew up and starred in a Gundam show' story. The short answer is that he's the most throw-himself-on-the-wire pacifist you could hope to meet and he's gone and got himself caught up in a big mess involving interplanetary medical testing, pirates, and the IBO equivalent of the Gundam Fight because mobile suit battles for sport and the Jupiter equivalent of Las Vegas feels like a fun setting to explore. He'd be a dutagonist alongside a female Gundam pilot who I know lots about but don't have a name for yet. And the story would also feature me performing an act of character necromancy so devilish, you'll probably curse me for it. Because I worked out how I could pull it off and now I think I've got to. Overall this would very much be a one-and-done thing. I'm thinking like Narrative is to Unicorn: a story technically following on and handling some of the same themes but with much punchier pacing and an entirely new cast. No idea when I'd get to it and I don't expect it'll have as much traction as WoSH on account of largely being OC-focused, but I think it could be fun.

OK. There we go. Those are the currently-percolating ideas. I will answer questions on them if you have any but this is mainly just me jotting them down in the hopes that if I just focus on these, I won't spontaneously generate more.

*laughs hysterically*

Yeah, we all know it doesn't work like that. But I tried, damnit!

#gundam iron blooded orphans #gundam ibo #tekketsu no orphans #g tekketsu #fanfic #fic ideas #I cannot promise I will write all this #thought let's face it the odds are very much in favour of it happening #who knows maybe I'll do a poll to see which I write first #but later #when I'm done with WoSH

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 years

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An Introduction to Heroes and Monsters

Summary: Y/N is about to learn what goes bump in the night, and just who bumps them back.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: None really. Kissing, brief making out. Brief show level violence. Descriptions and discussion of going into shock. Soft!Dean, Comforting!Dean, Some stressful/tragic situations. (No MC deaths.)

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 3, 518

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what. They won’t always be in order. This fic will be for the prompt: Write about a girl's night.

Hope you enjoy! I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

A/N 2: K, this is a prequel to my very first prompt story:

First Time for Everything

I got quite a bit of feedback from that story asking for more with them, to find out how they met, and then some fics showing more of Y/N's "firsts" with Dean. So, I'm planning on doing that. This one is the prequel of how they met. Hope you enjoy it! Sequels will be forthcoming.

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Sitting on the couch, cuddled up next to Dean as he scanned through Netflix for something to watch, Y/N found herself looking up at his profile and marveling at what a difference a year could make.

It had been just over a year ago that her life had changed, just over a year ago that she met the man beside her and started down the road that would lead her into his arms.

It had started with a bachelorette party.

***

"Oh, holy shit, ladies! Don't look now but two of the hottest men I've ever seen just walked through the door."

Trisha's warning not to look, of course made the other five women simultaneously turn their heads to stare at the door. A collective gasp confirmed that the two men entering were, in fact, incredibly fine.

Y/N felt her mouth pop open as she watched the two strikingly tall, beautiful men stride towards the bar.

Holy smokes, did guys really look like that in real life?

The table of women, here for Trisha's bachelorette party, immediately turned into giggling but crass middle-schoolers. They began debating which of the men was hotter, and what their most remarkable attributes were.

"I wanna climb the taller guy like a fucking tree." Lydia said. "And look at his hair! It would be perfect for tugging on while he goes down on you."

But Franny was shaking her head. "No, the other guy gives me major, 'Fuck me, Daddy' vibes. I'd do WHATEVER he told me to do."

They all laughed and Y/N laughed along, pretending she knew what all the other women were talking about as they slipped into a conversation about sex in general, comparing notes.

At twenty years old, she was still a virgin, even more embarrassing, she'd never even been kissed. It was the very last thing she wanted to admit to this group of confident women while they discussed good and bad sexual positions.

She knew them all from work at the Red Door Diner, but she was the newbie to the group, so she didn't know them well. She was just very grateful to be included and was trying not to come off as completely naïve and boring.

She was still relatively new to all of this. Growing up in an incredibly strict, religious household, meant that she was very sheltered and knew next to nothing about sex - or about dating and men for that matter.

But she was trying to learn.

It had been very scary to leave home last year, against her parents wishes. They'd warned her that if she left, she'd be on her own, and she wouldn't be welcome back under their roof.

But Y/N could no longer take the stifling oppression and miserable life that awaited her if she'd stayed. So, she left, with barely the clothes on her back as possessions.

Her mother and father had kept to their word and she hadn't spoken to them for more than a year. She was happy on her own, but it did get lonely.

So, she'd been very grateful when Trisha had kind of taken her under her wing at work and then invited her out with them tonight. She said all she wanted for her bachelorette party was just a fun girl's night and Y/N wasn't a hundred percent sure what all that would entail.

But so far it was a lot of fun. She mostly just stayed quiet and nodded along to the references she didn't understand, trying to absorb everything around her.

While the rest of the group were two or three martinis in, Y/N still couldn't drink. She had a stamp on the back of her hand to warn the bartenders not to serve her.

But she'd never had a drink before, so she didn't really mind sitting out of the drinking games and staying sober.

The women had returned to the subject of the two hot guys sipping beers barely twenty feet away.

"For me, it's his ass." Sylvia was saying, as Y/N tuned back into the conversation. Sylvia nodded towards the shorter of the two men and let out a long groan. "Just imagine grabbing onto that thick, juicy backside while he's balls deep..."

She trailed off, clearly lost in her own imagined scenario. The other women groaned in commisseration.

Trisha leaned over to Y/N and gave her shoulders a squeeze. "What about you, sweetie. Which sexy stud do you prefer, and why?"

Y/N felt herself flush under the friendly scrutiny of the other women. She shrugged. "I don't know. They're both really good looking."

The women weren't about to let her give a cop out answer, and they cajoled her and teased her until she was laughing and covering her ears.

"Okay!" She called out, caving under the pressure. "I like the one with the short hair because..."

But the truth was she couldn't pick one thing. She liked the curve of his smile, and the broad set of his shoulders. She loved the way he talked with his hands and the way his face was so animated while talking with his companion. She found something comforting in the size of his massive hands, like they'd keep her safe. There was just something about the way he held himself, tall and strong, like he'd act as a bulwark against all the bad things. He seemed steady and reliable.

The thoughts were silly and ridiculous to project onto a guy she hadn't spoken a word to, but everything in her life was so unsteady and unsure these days, maybe she just liked the idea of someone covering her in safety.

But she couldn't say any of this to the boisterous group so she just shrugged again and spoke quietly. "He has a nice smile."

To their credit, none of the women teased Y/N for her somewhat vanilla answer. They all agreed that yes, he definitely had a beautiful smile.

Y/N smiled at all of them. Tonight was awesome.

But the night was just starting.

Eventually, about an hour later, the two men left the bar together and the women lamented the loss of their eye candy, but continued to laugh together, telling stories about terrible customers and bitching about the chauvinist cook that worked with them. By the time they called it a night, Y/N was exhausted, but very pleasantly so.

Trisha asked if Y/N could drive her home in her own car. She hadn't had as much to drink as the others, but she didn't want to take any chances.

"Just crash at my place and I'll drive you home tomorrow morning." She suggested to Y/N.

Y/N agreed and they made sure all the other women had been sent away in taxis before they began to make their way to where Trisha was parked, a little ways away from the bar, down a side street.

As the women approached the car, something flipped over in Y/N's stomach, a sixth sense that likely saved her life.

Because when the monster attacked from nowhere, she quickly dodged right, out of some inborn instinct, jumping out of its path. Trisha did not have the same instinct and in seconds the monster tore into her throat.

The evil thing looked up at Y/N where she stood silent and frozen. It was the sight of its face, wormy with veins, it's weathered-looking skin dripping with Trisha's blood, that started Y/N's screams.

She backed away and tried to run, but in seconds he was pouncing on her. He knocked her down and rolled her onto her back. She screamed again as his bloodshot, inhuman eyes raked over her.

His black, rotted mouth was just going for her throat when he suddenly let out a scream of agony and burst into flames. A half second later he was ripped off of her, thankfully before he could catch her on fire.

She watched his grotesque, screaming body flail around on fire for a few seconds before he fell, charred and burnt, onto the street.

The silence that followed was all consuming and Y/N began to see black edges around her vision.

Just before she passed out, she looked up to see the two gorgeous men from the bar standing over her.

She gave a small, out of place chuckle.

"Hey, I know you." She mumbled before the world went black around her.

When she woke up, the first thing she noticed was the smell of leather, and it was a homey, comforting scent that momentarily staved off the terror just waiting for her to open her eyes.

When she did eventually open her eyes, she realized she was lying in the backseat of a car and she sat up quickly, desperately hoping she'd been dreaming. But when she looked out the open door of the car she saw the two men about thirty feet away, digging a hole in the ground.

They were in a wooded area, somewhere far from the street where Trisha had parked.

Trisha.

When the thought of her friend came to mind Y/N gasped loudly, remembering in horror, the way the monster had immediately ripped into her.

Both men looked in her direction. The short-haired one patted the other on the shoulder and climbed out of the hole they were in.

As he approached the car, Y/N swung her legs out of the door, considering whether or not to run. But she wasn't sure her legs would support her.

Seeming to read her mind, the guy put up his hands, palms out towards her. He stopped three or four feet from her and got down on his haunches.

"Hey sweetheart, it's okay, you're safe."

He put one hand on his chest. "My name is Dean." He thumbed back towards the other guy still digging the hole. "That's my brother, Sam. What's your name?"

Y/N struggled to understand what he was saying. It was as though he was speaking a foreign language that she had to translate in her mind before she could respond.

"Y/N." She finally croaked out.

He smiled gently and she was reminded that he really did have a beautiful smile. "Hey, Y/N. You need to know you're safe now. I promise."

Y/N frowned as she looked over Dean's shoulder. Then tears came to her eyes as she asked a question she already knew the answer to.

"Trisha?" She asked him anyway, tears clogging her throat.

Dean glanced to the side briefly, before looking back at her. He shook his head. "I'm sorry."

The tears overtook her and Y/N buried her face in her hands. The truth felt as though it was burning a hole in her mind. Something icy began to seep into her bones and she started shaking uncontrollably, her stomach lurching.

"Shit." She heard Dean curse quietly and then she felt him come closer. When she pulled her head up from her hands it was to see him wrapping his black denim jacket around her shoulders.

She looked up at him through teary eyes. "Thank you." She whispered, just before she bent forward and threw up on his boots.

Dean jumped back a bit and she was mortified. "I'm so sorry." She muttered, her voice tiny and pitiful.

But Dean waved away her concern. "Don't worry about it, kiddo. I've been covered in a lot worse over the years."

He moved to the trunk and came back with a cold bottle of water which he handed to her, getting back down on his haunches. Y/N took small, sputtering sips, it felt like a lot to try and swallow; she had no breath.

Dean took the bottle out of her hand and set it down. He took both her hands and sandwiched them between his. He caught her gaze and stared deeply into her eyes.

"Y/N, you're going into shock. Now I need you to focus on something, okay, and breathe."

She shook her head, she couldn't focus, the world was spinning completely out of control. There were monsters lurking around in the dark? For real? No, it wasn't possible! And how could she breathe when the air was so thin?

But Dean was nodding at her. "Come on now, kid. Look, do it with me, okay. Just in," he breathed in deeply. "And out."

He repeated the action, encouraging her to try and do it with him. She finally managed to suck in a breath and then let it go. The next breath came a little easier, then another and another. Soon she was breathing normally again, although her mind still reeled and she was still shaky.

"Good girl." Dean praised, squeezing her hands between his. She remembered feeling like they were hands that would keep her safe. She was suddenly marveling at how prescient her thoughts had been. It was Dean who'd set the monster on fire, Dean who'd ripped it off of her body.

And now, it was his hands that were soothing her, steadying her, acting as a bulwark against the panic and terror that wanted to take over her mind.

She looked at his beautiful face and took comfort in the absolute calm she found there.

Then his brow crinkled slightly. "Hey, what did you mean when you said you knew us?"

It took Y/N a minute to remember what she'd mumbled when she first saw them, just before she passed out.

She answered automatically without thinking. "Oh, we saw you in the bar earlier. We were ogling you both and each deciding which one we liked more."

Dean's eyebrows shot up and a surprised smile curled up the corners of his lips.

She closed her eyes as it registered in her mind what she just said. "Sorry, that was probably rude."

He chuckled softly and tilted his head. "Well, it just depends...who'd you pick?"

She surprised herself by smiling slightly. "I picked you."

Dean's answering smile was wide and sweet. "Well then, it's just fine, sweetheart."

After a moment's silence, Y/N shook her head, desperately trying to make any of it make sense in her mind.

"What was that thing?" She asked Dean.

He licked his lips and looked at the ground for a minute before capturing her gaze again.

"It was a rugaru."

For the next fifteen minutes, Dean explained that monsters were in fact, very real. He told her that he and Sam were hunters and they tracked down and killed evil things. He assured her that the likelihood of her ever encountering another monster was very small. He explained that most people would never come in contact with a monster in their entire life, so the chance of it happening to her twice, was incredibly slim.

But she couldn't help but hear what he wasn't saying; it was unlikely, but not impossible.

He took his time, explaining things to her, speaking slowly and making sure she was able to keep up with what he was telling her. She nodded along, accepting what he was saying simply because she had no other option. What else could she do but believe?

Finally, Dean gave her hands one last squeeze and then stood up. "I'm just gonna finish helping, Sam. Drink your water and close your eyes. I'll be back right away." He said and strode quickly back to where Sam was standing.

The brothers finished up their work, and packed up the car. Dean got Y/N's address, and tucked her into the backseat with her water bottle, still wrapped up in his warm jacket. She wasn't sure whether she dozed off a little or whether her exhausted mind simply zoned out, but before she knew it they were at her place.

Dean helped her out of the car and walked her to her apartment. Her building was more like a motel than an apartment complex. Her place was just a tiny bachelor suite; the living room, bedroom, and kitchen were all one room, with a separate bathroom. It was all she could afford.

She took her key out and tried to fit it into the lock, but her hands were still shaking too badly to manage it.

"Here." Dean said gently as he took the key from her and slid it easily home. He pushed the door open and went in ahead of her. She followed him meekly into her own home.

She stood frozen just inside the door while Dean flipped on all the lights and then walked silently through her tiny apartment disappearing into the bathroom for a moment. He came out and opened her few kitchen cupboards, looking through them, before he finally came back to the entrance and looked inside her small coat closet.

Finally he nodded and turned back to her. "Everything's good, kiddo. Nothing lurking."

He was quiet for a second and then took hold of her chin with his thumb and forefinger.

"Hey." He said to pull her attention to him. When she was looking into his eyes he continued.

"Sam and I are going to take care of everything with Trisha. Notifying her family, all of that. We're going to say that you were both attacked by some random animal, but you got away. So, I highly suggest you take some time off of work to try and heal."

Y/N nodded, still fairly dazed by it all and hoping she'd wake up soon.

"Give me your phone." Dean ordered and she handed it over without question. Maybe it was still the shock coursing through her body, but she trusted Dean implicitly.

Actually, she thought, I trusted him before I even met him.

Dean passed the phone back to her and pointed to two new contacts he'd added: Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester.

"Winchester." She said quietly.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, that's us. Now I want you to promise you'll call if you need anything, okay? And I mean it, anything. We live just up in Lebanon, and I can be here in an hour. Okay?"

Y/N nodded, but that wasn't enough for Dean. "Promise me."

Y/N gave a small smile, inexplicably moved by this relative stranger's obvious concern.

"I promise."

Dean nodded and then squeezed her hand one last time. "Take care, kid. Be safe."

She nodded again and he left. As the door closed she realized she'd forgotten something. She turned back to the door and wrenched it open.

"Dean!" She called to him. His long strides had already brought him halfway back to his car, but he turned around and walked back to her.

"I forgot to...I forgot to say thank you for saving my life." She said as she pulled his jacket off of her shoulders. "And I forgot to give this back to you."

Dean took the jacket and shrugged it back onto his shoulders. She shivered slightly without his borrowed warmth. He ran his palms up and down her upper arms.

"No problem, sweetheart. Now go back inside before you freeze to death."

Y/N nodded shyly as he dropped his hands, and she dashed back inside. Shortly after closing the door, she heard the rumbling engine start up and then drive away.

She looked down at her phone and Dean's name. She wasn't going to call him, she was sure. She was probably never going to see him again, she'd just push tonight behind her like a bad dream.

***

As it turned out, however, fate had other plans for her, and barely a year later, her whole life had changed because of Dean Winchester and her introduction to heroes and monsters.

Her little bachelor suite was gone; home was the bunker now. Gone too were her days of pouring coffee and collecting tips. She was a full-fledged hunter now.

She continued to look up at Dean's profile as she sat beside him and finally he looked down at her with a questioning smile.

"Hey, kid. You good?"

Y/N smiled widely, amazed by her answer.

"So good." She said and pulled him close, kissing him softly and melting as he deepened it, tongue sweeping across her lips. She moaned softly and opened for him immediately.

He pulled her into his lap so he had better access to her lips and then her throat and then the delicate skin just below her collarbone where he sucked bruises into her skin.

He pushed his hand up under her shirt and grasped her breast.

Y/N gasped in surprise; it was the first time he'd touched her like that.

He pulled back, and his jaw was clenched tightly as she ran her fingernails through his stubble, loving the raspy sound it made.

"Sorry," he said hoarsely, "got a bit carried away."

He kissed the tip of her nose and leaned his forehead against hers.

She was breathing rough as she kissed him again, fast and hard before pulling away and asking him to continue. "Think you could get carried away again?"

His eyes were dark with lust and they made her shiver. "Are you sure?"

"Completely." She said and then leaned up to whisper in his ear. "I'm more than ready to share another first with you, Dean Winchester."

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The D20 fanfic discord server invite is available here

So I didn't update this for like ten months and it fell something like forty fics behind. Let's ignore that and redo it, huh? I'm going to try to limit how much I say about these (other than the long works) because there's a ton of them, and I'm grouping them roughly into categories.

Also, I'm putting it behind a read more because it's a long list.

Long Works:

These are multi-chapter stories, aiming for a longer narrative that is not necessarily fully satisfying on a chapter to chapter read.

Lunacy is probably the work most people know me for; this is a novel-length AU working off of Adaine failing her con save at the Black Pit and becoming a werewolf. It hews a lot closer to canon than most anything else here, with the divergences by and large being as logical as I can manage them. This one's going to be fully complete Before Junior Year, because otherwise half the assumptions I made (particularly about character ages, which get whiplashed wildly around from season to season anyway) will get blown up. It's basically as long as everything else on this list combined. Adaine centric, though Aelwyn is most definitely the second most important character and takes over protagonist duties at points where Adaine is indisposed.

Missing is a much more off the cuff piece, starting a little over two years pre-canon with Aelwyn, being a little braver, deciding to run away from her shitty parents and taking Adaine with her. She still has lousy judgement, so they get into a whole bunch of adventures and both of them end up in interesting multi-classes. Aelwyn's the main character in this one, with about one in four chapters being from Adaine's PoV instead and then some chapters being one-off interludes from others' PoVs.

Reversal of Fortune is a role swap AU, where Penny Luckstone is investigating the disappearance of her friend and babysit-ee Riz Gukgak and a series of other freshmen-to-be at the Aguefort Adventuring Academy. Most chapters are Penny's PoV; the interludes feature other characters, generally characters about to have a really bad day.

Short Fic Series

These are series of related oneshots, often a sequence of stories set within the same canon-divergent AU. Links are to the first story in each series.

Poison follows a sequence of events from Penelope Everpetal's PoV at first and then Aelwyn's in which Penelope blackmails Aelwyn into a relationship and also kidnaps Adaine. Malignancy, the last of my stories in this AU, features a choice between two endings; stories in the less bad version of that ending have been written by Tangerine Blast and are incredible in their own right.

Pact follows an AU in which Fig is raised in hell by Gorthalax the Insatiable, and one Adaine Abernant accidentally summons her and sells her her soul at the age of eight. The series as a whole runs over the course of decades, with the characters being eight at the start and the last work in it set after Fig and Ayda are married. This one's largely comedic except for a lot of Aelwyn's bits which are quite sincere, and if you've read something of mine other than Lunacy already there's a really good chance it's this.

Care is the first of MY works in an AU of Tangerine's, following a Rogue Adaine. Tangerine wrote the AU originally off a prompt I gave of Riz going along with Biz's request to kidnap Adaine for some reason; in this case, the reason was to trick Biz into revealing enough to find everyone else. I have three pieces in this one, and Tangerine has another four; full links and suggested reading order are in the fic. (I am particularly fond of Camp, the Calethriel Tower fic in this AU, which I poured a lot of my soul into.)

Dominate is almost certainly my angstiest AU, in which Fabian gets mind controlled by Aelwyn who gives an order that he interprets in a way she wouldn't have entirely anticipated. Major temporary character death warning, here.

Foster is a two-shot of an AU in which Adaine and Aelwyn grew up in a series of foster homes after their parents got pursued for fiscal crimes and Solace wasn't quite willing to send children there to be punished for their parents' crimes. It's based on the premise that Aelwyn would be a very protective sister in most circumstances, even bad ones, so long as she wasn't being specifically turned against that.

What's In a Name? is a series of three fics focused on the premise that after Sophomore Year, Arianwen worked a bit of elven magic that wiped out her wayward children's names and much of their identities. Tangerine did a version of this based on a horror prompt I wrote of the idea that become Only Oracle; this version is much more fluffy.

Chill is an AU in which Angwyn is not biologically either Adaine or Aelwyn's father, which he knew and did not mind but which becomes too obvious for him to allow when it turns out that Aelwyn's father was a silver dragon in disguise and she starts showing draconic traits. He passes her off to a local family in a 'culteral exchange' and thus Aelwyn is adopted by Gilear.

As a fun treat, Adaine's father in this is Telemaine, making her Fabian's aunt.

Fantasy High Canon Compatible-ish One-shots

These are all either post-Sophomore year or are 'missing scenes' from within or pre-canon. Many of these are strictly comedic.

Waiting features the Bad Kids, plus Ayda and Aelwyn, getting a summer job at a waffle house equivalent the summer after FHSY. Combat skills ARE required.

Minutes from the July Mordred Manor Wizards' Council Meeting is a one-shot presented as minutes from a meeting of that esteemed council of wizards in Mordred Manor the summer after FHSY.

Childhood's End is a somewhat more serious piece, a missing scene of sorts of the first time Aelwyn snuck out of home and disobeyed her parents.

Cuddles is a post-FHSY piece focused on Ragh supporting Aelwyn after she and Fabian break up.

Bunk is technically a missing scene from the finale of Jawbone talking to this new elf wizard in his house who he watched on livestream watch her sister die.

Five Times Assassination Attempts were made on the Traitor Elven Oracle without a Death, and One Time With. is exactly what its title suggests, taking place during a Junior Year to come.

Locate Creatures is a cute little Riz-And-Penny summer investigation fic, featuring them looking for lost pets.

Past Performance does not Guarantee Future Results is an Arianwen-PoV fic from when she was pregnant with Adaine. She's a great person in it, really.

Coup takes place after Ayda sees Fig's grades for the year and decides it is a clear sign that her father is too senile to be in charge of her paramour's education.

Fantasy High AU Oneshots

Dreams is set in a world where Kalina and her master are much more morally grey, and follows a Riz being taught to be a cleric of the "Sleeping God".

Twelve Hours takes place during the Sisterly Showdown, except Adaine makes the choice to attack Aguefort's pocketwatch, trapping the Bad Kids + Aelwyn in a pocket of frozen time...

The Princess in a Tower is a class swap AU in which Adaine is a bard; she is captured and brought to Calethriel Tower not because she's the Oracle but rather because she's persuasively been telling the world how much her parents and Fallinel suck. Somewhat fairy tale inspired, the meat of this story is Adaine trying to bring her sister to some sort of sense which she waits to either lose her own mind or be rescued.

The Ghost of Me features a Fallinel that's a lot quicker to put Adaine on trial and have her executed, and the Bad Kids being just a bit slower to get to her... But she keeps her promises. Probably my own favorite one-shot of mine.

Dig Out takes place about a year after a tragic death among the bad kids, and features an accidental undead...

Flames of Passion is my infamous Gilear/Kalvaxus fic. I'm sure they're very happy together.

Thorns is a Never After fusion, featuring Adaine waking up the first day of High School with thorns and brambles growing under her skin...

Watcher features an Adaine who was lost in the Ethereal Plane as a child, and has grown up as a Paladin of the Oath of Watchers. I'll be following this one up sometime but it weirdly isn't very well liked from what I can tell.

Blueberry Pie is an Aelwyn PoV inspired by a tumblr prompt about an older sibling not particularly liking their younger sibling but going through hell to protect them anyway. It features both of them venturing forth unto the Faewild...

Blood is my infamous "accidental parody of a sold to one direction" fic, in which Adaine ends up a vampire.

Grape Escape is technically a two chapter fic but I'm counting it as a oneshot, in which Aelwyn got CAUGHT sneaking out and sent to Kei Lumenara, and then most of a year later when Adaine flunks the entrance exam she is sent to follow only to find that her sister has lost her mind in this place.

The Phoenix or the Egg features Ayda accidentally travelling back through time, and meeting a very interesting young wizard who could use some guidance...

Non-Fantasy High Dimension 20 Works

For now, all of these are oneshots.

Unending Summer features Iga's kids a few years after TUC2, with Nick about to start college soon.

Gallivant's End is a post-canon fic focused on Riva's choice in the finale and just what it is that they might be thinking about.

Sisters is similarly a post-canon fic, focused on Ruby handling certain intelligence work on behalf of her half sister, whether her half sister knows it or not.

Duty is a RueHob as a tragedy piece, set thirty years after the Bloom. Andhera, BINX, and Chirp all make important appearances, and are all rather happier than our PoV Hob...

Futures is a pre-canon Ruby and Jet piece I did for @wrenrix that definitely isn't at all a tragedy in disguise.

True Love is my post-canon aro Rosamund manifesto, done as a one-hour writing challenge.

Last, but certainly not least, Salsa Sacerdote was my piece for A Catalogue of Candy zine focused on a priest of the Bulb in a remote border village, with definite Wicker Man vibes.

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