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mafiasliege · 2 months

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I dare you to let me go

(this is part 2 of my fic. Enjoy reading!)

Part 1 ↓

JAMESON

Jameson was standing in a maze. Green bushes everywhere. And whichever way he went, the end was green too. Except now. Now, a 5"6' hazel-eyed brunette was standing there.

"Heiress." He tried taking a step toward her, but the distence seemed to stay the same, maybe it was getting bigger. "Where are we?"

"Not we. You. You seem… stuck."

"I'm not stuck. I'm-"

"-fine? Is that your latest lie? Then why am I here, Jameson? again?"

Where was he? And why did Avery seem younger?

"It's not a lie, heiress." Jameson was starting to get angry now, he turned around and started walking away. Avery- or the girl who at least looked like her- spoke louder.

"I'm not her, you know. Maybe the real one doesn't even exist anymore."

"Shut up."

"Maybe she just-"

"Shut up!-"

"Jamie, I'm gonna start yoddling loudly until you get your ass out here!" That was Xander, but Jameson had no regard for a yoddling threat between his gasping for air like a drowning man. Apparently, the things that plagued him during the day had started following him into his sleep now.

He pushed away the sheets and picked up his shirt from the night before. Under it was that box. They same green box. How long had he had it now? An year? Two? And did it matter, really?

You're fine. Just get this done.

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Jameson got dressed and got to the room. He was surprisingly on time, the only reason being Xander making good on his threat to yoddle. He was actually decent at it, but annoying, nonetheless.

"Do you believe you're being paid to arrange a funeral?" Grayson's tone walked the line between a question and an accusation.

"I need this entire-"

"That's enough! Thank you" Lyra inserted herself in the conversation and dragged Grayson away by his arm from the event planners, who went back to doing their thing.

The dinner last night may have been non-existent the last straw a disaster, but this party's going to be epic. Besides, Avery would at least be home for at least a while on her own birthday, right? She'd promised.

Jameson helped himself to one of the appetizers on the long table covered in platinum and shades of violet. He hadn't had breakfast. After everything was set, he excused himself to the garage and tried calling Avery.

"Your call has been-"

"You're call has-"

"You're ca-"

He plunked his phone down with force. Luckily, it landed on the soft leather of the Valkyrie's seat.

"You alright there?" Nash. It was Nash. Why was everyone so concerned all of a sudden? Avery had just missed her own birthday that he'd planned for days. Not a big deal. At all. Janeson rolled down the car's window glass.

"I am fine."

"You're staying to sound more like Gray than Gray used to himself," Nash took that as his cue to get in the passanger seat.

"Whatever you and Avery have going on, just talk to-"

"Do you think I haven't tried?" It came out slow with a hint of frustration. They were face to face now. "There's always another call, there's always another problem, there's always another person expecting the most from her and she's trying to live up to them more and more."

To that, Nash had no answer. They just say like that for a while.

"Try talking to her today. She might just listen." He patted Jamie on the shoulder and got out.

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"I can't feel my faxing legs," Max whispered, sitting in a crouch. After a long day of planning Avery's party, everyone was sitting in a crouch waiting for her to come and surprise her.

"Sit on me, then," Xander whispered back to her.

"Oh, get a room you two!" Libby whisper-yelled at them, just as the door rattled.

"SURPRISE!!"

"Oh, my God!" Said… Mrs. Laughlin, who almost dropped the tray of crab cakes in her hands.

"Ugh. I can't crouch for much longer! Where is this beach?" Max whimpered, kicking her feet.

After two hours, all the dishes were half-empty, the wine half-drunk, and half the people previously in the room had dispersed.

"So-"

"Before you say what your about to say, Gray, just like everyone else in this house, I'm okay, and so is Avery."

Grayson frowned. "I've been where you are, Jamie. If you have to keep telling yourself you're okay, you definitely aren't."

Jameson felt Grayson call out to him as he stormed out walked away.

He was done. He was so done. With his brothers' concern, with Lyra's unnecessary inputs.

With Avery.

The floodgates were open now, just like the door of his bathroom as he slammed it back shut. He was angry, no, frustrated. He was frustrated at the dinner, he was frustrated as he threw the green box from his pocket at the sink, he was frustrated as he felt the mirror shatter beneath his knuckles. He could suddenly see a thousand reflections of himself. But every reflection in every piece of the shattered mirror was a shell of what Jameson Hawthorne used to be. How he used to be.

He staggered back, still staring at his reflections until his back hit the door as he slowly sunk to the floor. And just like that, the tears and the memories came rushing out to the surface.

"Maybe the real one doesn't even exist anymore."

"She told me she's going to make it up to you"

"If you have to keep telling yourself you're okay, you definitely aren't."

"How many times have you had your heart broken over the last five years?"

And with the painful memories and the exploding bottled up feelings came crystal clarity, for the first time in a long time.

I can't do this anymore.

Loving Avery had made him love himself too, it made him realise his self-worth. He got to see what he deserved. But this, right now? He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve to pretend to be happy. He didn't deserve to settle for a shell of what him and Avery used to be. He always says he can't imagine a life without Avery, maybe that was never a good thing. He had to start living for himself.

And there was only one way to do that.

#the inheritance games #tig fanfic #the grandest game #jameson hawthorne #tig #averyjameson #avery grambs #javery #IDYTLMG

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azsazz · 2 years

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A Court of Four Horsemen

Rhysand x Reader

Summary: Based off of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse featuring Rhysand as Conquest, Cassian as War, Eris as Famine, and Azriel as Death.

Warnings: War, famine, death, smut...a little bit of everything.

Word Count: 5,319

Notes: So so excited for this one. I've worked really hard on this and I hope you all enjoy it. Three parts to follow. Welcome Rhysand to Azsazz.

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I. The Lost Girl

It was the day the moon fell.

A cry that could be heard across Prythian, halting the townspeople in their tracks, conversations falling quiet as the hairs rose on the back of your neck, the pure anguish in the scream, streets shaking and birds flocking away in its wake.

The High Lady of the Night Court was dead.

Word had spread fast, the angry High Lord of the Night Court had lost the one thing in his life he thought he’d have forever, and now he was going to avenge her by taking over all of Prythian.

If they wanted a war over his declaration, he welcomed it, forming a group of his most trusted warriors, mounting their steeds and setting out across the lands, ready for whatever the other High Lords were set to decide. They could join him and perhaps rule under him, or they could die.

They rode for six days across his lands, spreading the word and dealing with those who did not agree. All four were skilled in the art of killing, each had their own interesting ways to convince the fae that did not want to stand under his reign.

On the seventh day they reached a small town, your town. It was nearing nightfall, and they had traveled for such long hours that day that they knew there wasn’t another city for hours, considering themselves lucky to have found this one, as not even the High Lord had known this little village thrived off of his lands.

Thrived was not the correct word to describe the settlement you lived in, but it would have to do until the morning.

He rode into your town on a horse as white as the freshly fallen snow with a babe on his hip. He was the stark opposite of the wild creature beneath him: smooth, tanned skin, hair as silky dark as the night sky, wearing only the most expensive onyx fabrics. He did not look ready for war, no, he was dressed to conquer.

Following him were his comrades; a warlord who donned gleaming crimson siphons, face set like he hadn’t smiled in centuries, eyes harrowed with too much battle. He sat atop a stallion reminiscent of the red mountains of the Night Court, a large, gleaming sword settled comfortably in his grip, as though he was born holding the saber.

An auburn haired male followed on a well fed dark horse, reflecting that of stormy midnight. Your eyes widened as you realized it’s mane and tail were made of flame, hot, red and wild like his spirit, carrying the weight of his torturous father, how he hoped to kill the male and any High Lord that stood in thier way, bodies turned to ash and swept away with the wind they left on.

Ending the pack of powerful males was death incarnate. A pale horse below him, its coat the sickly pallor of a corpse, and you knew without a doubt that he would be the last thing you see when your time comes. The animal's hair seemed alive, made of dark mist, curling around Death's ear like they were whispering secrets to him, and when his hazel eyes cut to yours from underneath his black hood, you looked down immediately, bowing your head in the presence of them.

They had come with word that your territory was now under the rule of the future High King, who passed his babe off into the awaiting arms of the warlord as he addressed your town. The crimson glow washed across the babes sleeping face as the commander shifted him in his arms, asleep against his chest, still looking as menacing as battle itself, even with the fragile child in his grasp.

No one dared object as his violet eyes scanned the crowd, waiting patiently for some poor soul to do so. Death’s grip flexed on his knife as his shadows slithered through the crowd. They stopped when they reached you, and you stood completely still as they twisted up your legs and torso, reading your body language. One stalled in front of your face and you stared directly into it, into death itself, before they skittered away and back to their master.

You watch intently, nervous, fingers clutching at the fabric of your pants as you observe what seems to be a silent conversation from the party above. They stand tall upon their steeds, eyes going unfocused for only a moment, before the leader’s stormy violet eyes fall upon you.

Something happens then, your muscles lock up and you can’t move, can’t look away from that intense gaze. You’d heard about him, his powers, the male upon the white horse could shatter a mind with half of a thought. Maybe that’s what he was trying to do with you.

Show us where we’ll be staying, his silky smooth voice echoes in your mind instead, his abilities caressing against the inside of your head, goosebumps breaking out across your flesh. You can’t nod, too tightly under the wrath of his powers, so you think your response and he lets you go.

You gasp a short breath, swaying in your spot. He’s not the sort of male you keep waiting, as you slink your way through the crowd and towards the four warriors. The closer you get the more you notice; the dark crown resting upon his head, the bow stretched across his back. They are all incredibly beautiful and command attention with ease. You are sure that they will not fail their mission. These are not males to be messed with, and the crowd is dismissed as soon as you break from the mass of people, stepping up to face his horse.

He looks down upon you, you eye the jutting structure of his jaw, he looks as if he himself is in need of a hearty meal and a good night’s rest.

“What is your name?” he asks, and it’s the same silky voice that had purred in your head only a moment ago.

“It’s (Y/N), my King,” you respond politely, giving them all a bow.

“(Y/N),” he tastes your name on his tongue and finds he quite likes it, smirks as he speaks next, “Lead the way.”

It’s nothing much, your town, small and poor and not even on any map. How they had found it and why they thought making the trip here was beyond you, but you didn’t question it as you led the way to the best inn for travelers.

The babe awoke with a cry and Death immediately took him into his arms, singing him a harrowing song in a beautiful voice, low and raspy until the youngling settled, staring up at the male with wide eyes.

The male on top of the black horse takes note of the fae within your town, most wearing ratty old clothes that do nothing to block out the bitter cold, their bones jutting out from hunger. He will not have much to do here.

The warlord scans the scared passerby, but stops only after seeing a few. He’s come to the same conclusion that the fiery haired male has, that these people were hungry, and they were not fit for war. He’d have to recruit warriors from somewhere else.

“This is the nicest inn we have,” you don’t know why you’re embarrassed. Perhaps it was the intimidating and spectacularly clean foursome before you, clothes thick and pristine, made for the harsh winters wind. You didn’t have a say where you grew up, how poor you were, but your cheeks reddened nonetheless as you gestured to the decaying boarding house.

The leader dismounted the horse with ease, landing lightly on his feet beside you, reins of the white beast held tightly in his hand as the horse shook out its blinding white mane. He was even more beautiful up close and you had to turn your head away to control the pounding in your heart.

“Where can I tie up Glory for the night?” His voice is soft, thankful even, as he pets his steed on his nose, admiring his animal.

“There’s a post just around the corner,” you start, turning on your heel to lead the pack to the stumps in the ground. The earth should be frozen enough to keep them upright all night, for you knew in the summer with the rain turning the dirt to mud the posts would fall over.

“No need to show us, (Y/N), I’m sure we can find it from here,” he gives you an easy smile, eyes gleaming like the stars about to appear in the night sky. “Though we are in need of something to eat, if you would be so kind as to point us in that direction.”

You swallow harshly, knowing full well that the only restaurant in your town was closed, the chef having succumbed to the illness that struck the town this time yearly. Thinking quickly on your feet, your respond just as nicely, “No need to worry about that milord, I will fetch you all something, even the babe. Why don’t you all get warmed up and settle in while you wait?”

He eyes you curiously and you wonder if he thinks you’re going to poison them. You wouldn’t, didn’t have the resources if you really wanted too, but you can’t help but fidget underneath his gaze.

“Very well,” he nods his head to his comrades, who take off on their horses in the way you’d pointed, “Formalities are unnecessary. Please, call me Rhysand.”

“Very well Rhysand,” your response is curt, and he dismisses you with his own nod, turning on his heel to follow the direction his friends had gone. You miss the glance he takes over his shoulder as you walk back towards your own home.

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You scrounge up just enough to make a pot of stew for the visitors after pleading to some of the people you trusted. When they were weary, needing food for their own families and thinking you wanted it for yourself, a simple lie on the behalf of the soon to be King helped you out. One of them even offered you milk from their family goat for the babe.

The owner of the inn you knew well, and offered up the dirty kitchen for you to use, even going so far as to scrounging up mismatched bowls and utensils to serve the food in.

One by one you ascended the rickety stairs, creaking with every step you took, delivering the food to the warriors.

Famine eyed the bowl and then you hungirly, as if it was you he wanted and not the food. You clutched the bowl and cup in your hands tighter to stop them from shaking beneath the gaze of the gorgeous male. He took the food without a word and closed the door in your face.

Death offered to help you, taking his own food as well as the babes bottle while you carried the warlord's portion. He moved silently and kept on your heels, your heart racing just a little bit faster as you felt his shadows swirling at your ankles. You shuddered as one slithered up the back of your spine, nearly tripping on the stair before you, but he steadied you and you caught a glimpse of his massacred hand, white-knuckled around the glass before he snatched it away, pulling down his sleeve over it with his teeth.

You couldn’t see the look on his face as he towered over you once you reached the top of the stairs, back pressed tightly to the wall behind you. Your breath was stuck in your throat, all you could see was the sharp smirk on his pink lips, hood pulled down and shadows swirling around the rest of his head. It was all you could wonder if his scarred hands matched the skin of his face.

You were both curious and terrified and you think he can tell by the way his smile lifts higher, catching the loud beating of your racing heart in his ears before he’s turning away, his robe swiftly following like his shadows down the hall.

The babe is with the warlord again, who’s shirtless, tanned skin glowing in the dim faelight. You know he could warm you in an instant if you were tucked up beside that large, muscular body, and your cheeks heat as you stutter out your words, passing him over the food.

He gives you a cheeky smile in return, looking you up and down once before stepping back and letting Death sweep into the room, thanking you for the meal. You nod once, spinning around on your heel as fast as you can before you’re making your way back down to the kitchen, nearly tripping down the stairs for an entirely different reason.

You lean against the counter trying to get your bearings. The utter beauty of these males was one thing, but they were dangerous, very much so, and you didn’t need to be getting caught up in the middle of it, no matter how desperate you were.

You scoop up the last of the hot stew and dump the pot into the sink – you’ll clean it when you come back down – you make for the stairs one more time, legs burning with underuse. You catch your breath at the top of the stairs, slowly making your way down past the other three rooms to his own.

You knock on the door with your foot, both hands occupied, and you need to catch your breath all over again once he’s opened the door.

His hair is slicked back and tousled, wet from washing up, like it was all he could bother to do to wrap a towel around his waist and run his fingers through his hair before opening the door. His skin is still dewey, and you swallow hard as you follow a drop as it rolls over his collarbone and down his pectoral.

“(Y/N),” his smirk is filled with mirth, eyes dancing with mischief, the very one that hadn’t been emoted from him since the passing of his mate. He hadn’t felt much of anything since then, only anger and the burn to avenge her the only way he knew how, to become the King of Prythian, and no one could stop him.

But you were something else. Kind and caring like his mate had been, treated so poorly by the people of your town, not sure where you really belonged, though you knew it wasn’t here. You were a dreamer and he noticed that.

“Here you are my King,” you bow your head once more, offering him the bowl and cup, praying that he takes it instead of staring down at you as he leans against the door like he’s doing now.

He likes the way you call him King, even if he hasn’t taken over the other courts yet. It has a nice ring to it, especially the way you say it and his cock awakens as you do. But you needn't call him King quite yet, for now Rhys will do just fine. He tuts, crossing his arms over his chest, causing those muscles to bulge and your mouth to run dry. “Now, now, I thought I told you to call me Rhys.”

“Sorry, Rhys,” you squeak, flushing bright red as you stare into his intense eyes.

The side of his mouth quirks up into a smirk as he finally takes the food from you with a gracious smile. “Tell me (Y/N), have you eaten yet?”

And you want to lie to him, to tell him that you’ve eaten before they arrived or that there’s more food waiting downstairs, to turn around and run and never look back. Surely you’d be gone from his mind by this time tomorrow, and you could pleasure yourself to the thought of any one of these males everyday until the end of your terrible life.

But you can’t lie, because he will know, and by the look he’s giving you now as he retreats a step backwards into the room, he already does.

“Ah, no,” you clasp your hands together in front of you nervously, wavering in front of the door.

“Come on, I don’t bite,” he grins as he settles on the edge of the bed, nodding for you to join him. His voice purrs in your mind, making your heart jump, Hard.

You fist your hands in your dress, taking a steadying deep breath that doesn’t calm your nerves at all, and you step inside of the room, closing the door behind you.

He was a beautiful male, and you wanted this – wanted to spend any amount of time with him that he’d allow, only if it even were just talking and sharing a bowl of stew. He needed this just as much as you did.

So that's why you join him on the bed, taking a seat on the edge, springs squealing as you sit, a leg tucked up under you. Rhys gives you a lopsided smile as you settle, cheeks pink with the embarrassment of your town’s awful everything.

He offers you the first bite, wiping the drips over the edge of the bowl and leaning in close and holding it out to you. As you part your lips you wonder if this is how he feeds his own babe, who’s being taken care of by the other members of his group.

You can’t imagine what he’s gone through, having lost a mate he’d spent so little time with. Finding your own mate has long since left your goals in life, exchanged for keeping yourself alive by any means necessary.

Taking the spoon into your mouth, you grimace at the taste, immediately embarrassed about serving this slop to males who had clearly eaten better than this their entire lives.

Quirking an amused eyebrow at your expression, Rhysand scoops up a bite of his own, and he tries to keep his face schooled in a calm expression, but you laugh when you see his lip curl slightly.

“It’s horrible, isn’t it?” you ask, though you know the answer. You want to know what kind of a High Lord he is, one that will lie to his people, or one who won’t sugar coat his thoughts.

“Oh, it’s absolutely awful,” he scoffs with a smirk and you glare back playfully, “But I won’t complain about a hot meal served to me by a beautiful female.”

And then you’re blushing again, looking down at where your hands rest atop your bent knee. This male…Gods, he was something. His sensual smirks and bright eyes, his way with words, you could see how he would be a great High King.

He reaches out gently, placing a hand beneath your chin and lifting so you’re looking into those earnest violet eyes again.

“It’s true,” his voice is soft but you can hear the raw honesty of his statement, the silent suggestion behind his words.

Maybe he was just hurting. Missing the mate that had been taken from him and his child too soon, wanting to think about something other than the gaping wound in his chest, the empty feeling where she should be…

“Don’t,” he shakes his head, “Don’t think that.”

“Rhys–”

He cuts you off with a hum, “Nuh-uh, please,” he requests, bringing the spoon to your mouth again, “Let’s just enjoy this.”

“As much as we can,” you mutter, taking the bite of food.

He huffs a laugh, eyes glimmering, but he keeps quiet.

And he won’t stop looking at you like that as you share the rest of the meal. It’s gone before you even know it, but it’ll be enough to last you until your next meal…whenever that should be.

“Let me,” you offer, trying to take the bowl from his hands but he’s leaning back, keeping it from your reach as you lean further and further into him until you’re nearly toppling over into his lap, using your hand on the bed to keep you upright.

“No need,” he whispers, and he’s so close his breath causes your eyelashes to flutter. You watch the dirty bowl disappear into thin air, swept away in a dark mist and when you look back at him you catch his eyes flicking up from your lips to settle on yours.

“That’s a–” you swallow harshly, suddenly all too aware of how close you are to him, but you don’t want to back away, “That’s a neat trick.”

Your heart is pounding in your chest and you can smell his arousal like the candle he’d lit across the room and you wonder if your own scent is as captivating as his. It’s all you can do to not shut your eyes and lean into his neck, sucking in a hearty breath straight from the source.

He clears his throat a little, leaning in just a bit more and you nearly go cross eyed looking at him as he purrs, “Do you want to see another?”

“That depends,” you murmur, “Does it involve anything else disappearing?”

Rhys’ smile is feline, “It involves my cock disappearing into that tight little cunt of yours.”

His mouth is on yours before the words even register, taking your face in both of his hands as he leans backwards to lie flat on the bed, pulling you with him.

You settle across his hips, one leg thrown over each side of his own. The towel he miraculously still has tied across his waist is thin and you can feel his hardened cock beneath the cloth.

It’s dizzying. His feverish kiss, tongue poking out and asking for permission, his fingers gentle with just the right amount of pressure as he explores the length of your body. You’re in bliss, drunk on lust as you courageously swirl your hips in a soft circle, a noise of pleasure escaping the High Lord.

“Have you ever…” he asks as you kiss down his torso, licking a hot stripe against his freshly showered skin. You can feel his muscles flexing beneath your tongue and your pussy throbs with anticipation.

“No,” you admit, cheeks flushing as you look up at him, wide-eyed. The innocent look on your face has him groaning, tossing his head back into the pillow for a moment, his cock pulsing from it confines.

“Don’t worry,” he’s breathless, tugging you back up to his lips and kissing you desperately between words like you’re a drug he can’t get enough of, “I’ll take good care of you.”

He brushes your hair back from your face messily, fisting it at the nape of your neck as you climb back down his body. His other hand rips the towel away, his cock red and stiff and dripping at the tip. He circles a large hand around it, giving it a few rough tugs and you swallow thickly at the sight. He grunts, nudging your head towards his cock.

You poke out your tongue, giving the head a kitten lick that has him shuddering beneath you at the unexpected sensation. You don’t know why, surely he wouldn’t have been expecting you to take him completely when never having done this before. Your pussy clenches at his reaction and your heart pounds in your chest, nervous and excited to feel him in your mouth.

So you did another thing he wasn’t expecting, taking him as far into your mouth as you can, hitting the back of your throat pleasurably. Rhys’ hips bucked up instinctively, his hand holding your hair firmly in place and you gagged slightly, a wet squelch coming from the back of your throat where his cock hit and he rumbled with pleasure.

You plant your hands firmly on his hips, eyes watering as you let him take control, conquering your mouth and abusing it like he owns it. You whimper at the taste of him, heavy on your tongue, swirling around as much of his cock as you could, using your hand to twist around the base of it.

He moans. Your mouth is so warm, and so wet. It had been too long since he’d fucked, he can feel his orgasm building rapidly.

But he is nothing short of a gentleman, as he lifts you off of him with a hiss at the loss, the cool air of the room caressing his throbbing cock as he flips you over onto your back, a squeal leaving your lips, fingers scrambling for purchase, clawing as his back.

He kisses you because he can’t stop himself, moaning at the taste. You let your hands slide up his torso, smooth and soft as butter, and you moan at the feeling as he lowers his chest against yours when your hands wrap up around his shoulders and bury in his midnight hair.

He parts your legs with his own, rutting his firm cock against the crease in your pants.

You gasp at the sensation, mouths pressed firmly together, his tongue hot against yours. Your heart is racing in your chest and his hands climb up your sides, exploring, shoving your shirt up as he goes. You struggle to slip your arms from the fabric, lips still moving feverishly against his own, but your naked torso arches up into his, skin burning against yours.

Rhys moves from your lips, dragging them across your cheek, down under your ear, sucking a mark harshly into the soft skin while you turn your head away in bliss to give him more room. His hands snake up your body again, a fistful of your breast in one hand while the other jerks your thin shirt from around your neck, mouth back against your skin in an instant.

You moan as he sucks your nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling sensually around the pert nub as he rocks into you again, the material of your pants against his sensitive dick has him grunting. He needs you out of those immediately.

He takes his time, kissing every inch of you on the way down, fingers playing with the waistline of your pants, dipping below the fabric. It has your stomach clenching, swooping with want, whining when he removes his hands completely, only for him to rip at the laces of your pants a second later.

And he’s tutting as you clench your legs together, the coolness of the room an icicle against your exposed cunt. His large hands spread your legs apart and he eyes your pussy like it’s such a prize.

“You are exquisite,” he murmurs, kissing along your thigh, nipping and suckling, dragging his lips across the soft skin.

His eyes watch you, returning the favor as he licks tentatively across your clit, your low moan and arching up into the air has Rhys going back for a second taste.

It’s too much but not enough at the same time. This clearly is a male who knows his way around a female’s body, but it’s driving you nuts the way his tongue swirls and fucks, pulling you just to the edge but never quite letting you freefall into orgasm. No, he wants you to beg, like all of the High Lords will beg for their lives when he comes to take over their courts.

And you’re a female of survival, will do what you have to to make it through the night, to get what you want out of the High Lord who’s bowed down in front of your cunt, lapping into it like he was made for it.

“Please, Rhys,” you whine, burying your fingers into his hair and twerking your hips against his tongue, trying to get him in the perfect position. It almost works until he stops your movements with a palm settled across your midriff.

“Fuck,” he moans, licking a hot stripe across your pussy, “Say my name like that again.”

“High King Rhys,” you lower your voice, eyes half-lidded and looking down at him where his face is buried in your cunt, “Please let me come.”

He does, adding his fingers into the mix, fucking into you with abandon, dragging against the bundle of nerves that has your breath heaving, body tensing as he helps you topple over into your climax, fist in his hair, the other curled in the sheets, legs shaking as you come with a cry of utter pleasure.

He’s climbing up you while you try to catch your breath, sated from release. Rhys holds your face in his hands, kissing you too softly like it’s all over. It can’t be, you feel too good but you haven’t even felt his long cock inside of you yet, and you go to speak, but he’s pressing his cock into you and your mouth goes lax at the sensation.

It seems like it lasts forever, him pressing into you so slowly, the drag of his long cock pushing all of the air from your lungs.

And you feel so good that he can’t even kiss you, pressing his forehead harshly into yours as his hips settle against your own, nothing but the sound of your shaky shared breath filling the room.

Shit, you didn’t think you could ever be so full, and its pure euphoria, the starbursts behind your shut eyes, Rhys’ lithe body pressed firmly against yours, your legs wrapped around his waist, holding each other so tightly you don’t want to let go.

Can I move? He asks into your mind because he can’t speak. Because he’s using every ounce of resolve he has to keep himself from ravishing you completely.

Gods, please, you respond mentally, and then he’s pulling out and slamming back into you just as quick, ripping a moan from your throat that settles deep within his bones.

He sets the pace, rocking into you rhythmically and with fervor, like he hasn’t enough time. His kisses are all teeth and sounds of arousal, but you can’t find it in yourself to mind while he’s fucking into you like the God he’ll be when he takes over Prythian.

It’s nearly too much to handle, the way his chest glides across yours with each thrust, his lips searching for yours in a desperate kiss, his hands everywhere as if he’s mapping each and every single thing about you, admitting it all to memory like the first and last time you’ll be together.

And you claw at his back because it’s the only thing you can do besides moan. You can’t even put words together to form a complete sentence, a plea of his name here, a cry of pleasure there as the feeling of your orgasm starts building within you.

Rhys hits that spot everytime without fail, no matter what position he puts you in. Leg lifted up around his shoulder, flipped over on your stomach, riding him. It’s like he’s inside of you somehow, knows exactly where his cock feels the best, buried deep within your tight cunt.

You come with a howl of his name on your lips and you’re sure everyone in the inn has heard you begging the future High King for release. And he fucks you through it, drawing out your keen as long as he can, cock somehow even harder as he praises himself.

He pulls out with a grunt and then he’s coming all over your stomach, spurting across your chest until he’s spent, collapsing back on his haunches as he stares down at you. His pupils are blown wide as you look up at him through half-lidded eyes, swirling a finger around in the come on your stomach, then ever so slowly raising that digit up to your lips and sucking on it lewdly.

“Oh,” he breathes, and his cock twitches with interest even though he’s just orgasmed, “You’re coming with us, (Y/N).”

#rhysand x reader #rhysand/reader #rhysand #rhys/reader #rhys x reader #acotar #acotarxreader #acomaf #acowar #acomar #azsazz #a court of four horsemen #part one #rhysand smut

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cordiallyfuturedwight · 1 year

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIN YOONGI!!!!!! (cr. 0613data) songs that remind me of yoongi (listen on spotify!) grounds for divorce - elbow // iii. telegraph ave. - childish gambino // no effort - princess nokia // love drought - beyoncé // sayonara baby - fujii kaze // let's make a mistake tonight - tennis // wouldn't it be nice - the beach boys // tangerine - glass animals // champagne coast - blood orange // texas man - the chicks // channel orange in your living room - charlie burg // music is my hot, hot sex - css // summer nights - hazel english & more!!

#this playlist showcases the duality of man i hope #anyway. an ongoing crisis!#userbangtan #usersky #annietrack #heyryen #shirleytothesea #useremmeline #dailydaegu #cyphernet #usermaggie #userdinnerthing #grounds for divorce of course btw #apparently i associate tennis with yoongi how did so many of their songs end up on here #happy birthday HONEY and see you in may ogmhfjhjdksahhdjfs

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chaoticcoins · 10 days

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Minecraft ID Pack

[PT] Minecraft ID Pack [END PT]

cr chadcrafts (link); edited by me.

"What's in this?"

[PT] "What's in this?" [END PT]

Names

3rd Perspective Pronouns (they/them, she/her, etc.)

Genders

Under the cut, because it's extensive. Feel free to copy and paste what's under here in a reblog for archival.

Names

[PT] Names [END PT]

Adair, Amber, Amethyst, Arden, Ash, Autumn, Azure, Blue, Briar, Brooke, Canyon, Clay, Cyrus, Dawn, Evie, Fae, Hazel, Indigo, Iris, Jasper, Lake, Mason, Miles, Milo, North, Nova, Oakley, Olive/Oliver, Opal, Orion, Phoenix, Raine, Robin, Rose, Rowan, Sage, Sapphire, Sky, Sprout, Summer, Vapor, Will/William, Willow, Winter, River

Pronouns

[PT] Pronouns [END PT]

hx/hxm, it/its, thing/thing, minecraft/minecraft (or mine/craft), nameself, sunrise/sunrise (or sun/rise), sunset/sunset (or sun/set), fight/fight, sur/survive,🍃/🍃, 🌿/🌿, 🪓/🪓, ⚔️/⚔️, 🛡️/🛡️, ❤️/❤️

Genders

[PT] Genders [END PT]

Aerogender (link), Biogender (link), Faunagender (link), Floragender (link), Minecraftgender (link), Naturecoric (link), Minegender (link), This Entire Category (link)

Requests are open!

[PT] Requests are open! [END PT]

#name list #pronoun list #div by animatedglittergraphics-n-more #mogai #liom #liomogai #pemogai #pro endo mogai #npt #id packs

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mintywolf · 1 month

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Hullo! Questions for the CR ask game: dwarf, aasimar, goblin, cleric, ranger.

Hello! :)

Dwarf: what is your favorite one-shot?

Ooh that is a hard decision between Daggerheart and The Darrington Brigade but I think I have to give it to the Darrington Brigade. A party of characters each 100% committed to the bit (entirely separate from everyone else’s bit) and I love them all. Also I hope Hazel’s audiobooks caught on and are in the world somewhere. I was hoping she'd turn up at the Apogee Solstice recording everything for posterity (along with radio play sound effects) just so all of Marisha's characters could be there but considering what happened to the rest of them it's a good thing that she wasn't!

Aasimar: what is your favorite location in Exandria (or out of it)?

Oh man. They’ve been to so many cool and otherworldly places but I still really love Whitestone and I’m so happy whenever they go back there. (And not just because BH are inevitably going to find ways to torment Percy.) Especially the castle. I’d love to learn more about the historical de Rolos. And I REALLY want to know more about what was going on in Delilah’s secret laboratory and when Laudna was living in the tunnels underneath that was hinted at during their last visit.

Goblin: Who is your favorite non-main campaign character?

Dr. Nomen L. Frenno. The character concept of an uplifted lab animal was so cool (and sad). In retrospect this should have been my clue that Marisha can and will devastate you with a cute, cheerful, quirky character who is secretly heartbreaking but I was unprepared at the time. I think her (spoilers) death might actually be the one time I’ve cried in the moment while watching the show? Usually when Something Happens it takes a little while for me to process it but the loneliness of her end really got to me. :(

Ranger: who is your favorite animal companion?

Is Pâté an animal? He’s the disparate pieces of two animals with the soul of an imp (or possibly all of Bells Hells, or maybe a dead necromancer who is lying about it) but I think he counts. I love the scrungly boy.

(CR Asks)

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bioticbooty · 2 months

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15 questions for 15 friends

Tagged by @pigeontheoneandonly!

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?: My birth name, no. My coming out as they gayest fucker without a gender you've ever met, yes, but oddly, after myself??? Because I decided to write a self-insert (SaOS) and writing my birth name felt WRONG (for reasons I didn't understand at the time) so I made a new name that felt "right," examined those feelings over the course of a decade, and when it came time to change my name, I already had one thanks to my weird Mass Effect-loving, fanfiction-writing, stumbling-into-an-epiphany-yet-completely-missing-it self. In other words, I named myself before I knew who I was.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?: Saturday, April 6, between 7:30 pm and 9:15 pm, watching Star Trek: Discovery Season 5, episodes 1 and 2

DON'T LOOK AT ME

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?: I have zero offspring and sometimes I feel a way about it and sometimes I don't.

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?: Track. And I am also going to include marching band because we walked for MILES with HEAVY INSTRUMENTS wearing SHITTY SHOES THAT ARE DEFINITELY NOT MADE FOR HIKING and WOOL UNIFORMS in the fucking HEAT (and also in the cold, in which case we were stuffing little heat buddies into the toes of our shoes).

I do not play a sport now. But I do go on little mental health walks and occasionally hike a volcano.

DO YOU USE SARCASM?: Not once in my entire life.

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?: How they look at other people. Which is such an incredibly autistic thing, but I fucking studied the shit out of how other people communicated with and looked at other people around them in an attempt to understand it myself because I was always missing these cues that everyone else acted as if they were immediately obvious to the point they didn't need to be said. Communication became one of my special interests as a way to understand and survive in social situations.

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR?: Hazel. When I was 17 and on a picnic with a friend I was incredibly gay for (but who was tragically straight), she gazed into my eyes as the sun sparkled around us and said my eyes looked like sunflowers in a meadow.

Naturally, I fucking love sunflowers.

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?: Happy endings. Both are good, and scary movies can have happy endings too, but I like soft and kind stories more where people don't have to suffer in order to experience or earn joy.

ANY TALENTS?: Writing (though writing that makes me feel an imposter), cooking, building, and the ability to stand in a room and spatial reason the shit out of it without moving a muscle to come up with the perfect layout.

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?: Portland, OR

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?: Writing, reading, painting, home improvement, gardening, photography, rock-hounding, traveling, being a professional asshole.

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?: Three cats!

HOW TALL ARE YOU?: 5'6"

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?: I loved history and literature the most at the time.

DREAM JOB?: I don't know. This is a complicated question. I don't like that jobs are tied to our ability to thrive. I like doing a lot of different things, and most of those things at the rate I like to do them are not sustainable for paying my bills. It's hard to divorce "dream job" from the hellscape that is living under late-stage capitalism, where everything we do is monetized and categorized according to how productive we are. In which case, the job I have now as a labor organizer, actively combatting this system, is my dream job. But I wish I didn't have to do it and I wish it didn't exist.

No pressure tags: @cr-noble-writes, @pushingsian, @therev28, @eletaniia, @galtori, @mrsd-writes, @rotschopf-thedrow, @swaps55, and anyone else who feels so inclined

#tag memes #mostly pointless text posts

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pastelbatfandoms · 18 days

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Marvel dr memories and a shift!

3/22/24 Had some dr memories from Erik while I was meditating with him. First ones we're kinda all over the place bits and pieces of us fighting other villains then him and I protecting each other with our powers (Magneto was helping me turn my shadow and light into a protective barrier while he made it stronger by overlapping his magnetic shield around it,while he held my hands) Then us sharing drinks together outside while looking over the courtyard of the X mansion. Us meeting for the first time, him actually kissing my hand. Then us making out in his room. Then it turned into a full memory of me coming back after leaving Shield the second time, once they figured out I had powers, Erik wasn't happy seeing as how he thought I had died not knowing I could heal myself, I tried to explain things to him, how I thought it would just complicate things if I hadn't left. He did use his powers on me by pulling me towards him via my necklace, I thought he was going to choke me and he did wrap the chain lightly around my neck but then staring at me, he let me go. And left the mansion, that was when he went to prison for "killing the president" I stayed at the mansion for awhile but as things got worse, especially Xavier and our disagreements I took a page out of Raven and Erik's book and left.

4/2/24 I've been taking a break from my Marvel dr recently but I think I had a dream or minishift idk which I'm sick and not trying to focus on what it was right now. But anyway I was in this bed that was a bit bigger then a full sized had a couple pillows and a plaid blanket on it and the room was medium sized with wood floors, desks and dressers around the room with a bunch of clutter and boxes everywhere. It was messy. I got up and went over to this nightstand that was agaisnt a wall furtherest away from the bed, it had a medium sized mirror on top leaning agaisn't the wall. As well as a bunch of nail polish and makeup all over. I remember looking into the dirty mirror and being taken a back because it didn't look like me in my cr, I looked like Chloe Bennet or Daisy. So I must have been Lili since Daisy is my twin in that dr. I had hazel eyes, shoulder length lighter brown hair and bangs parted to the sides that I kept messing with. That's all I remember before I woke up. I think I might have been in Bucky's room when he wasn't there. It did feel real and I did feel disoriented after I woke up, like I slept too long. My friend Hannah confirmed that it is very likely that was an ungrounded full shift!

5/1/24 I've been taking a break with shifting but I did get a short memory with Bucky as The Winter Soldier, we were in Hydra because I was 15-16 years old and he was holding me in a very protective way. Trying to keep me away from the guards, then Zemo walked up and Strucker walked up behind Bucky. Bucky pointed a gun at Zemo who raised is hands and told Zemo to stay away from me. Then Strucker told them to grab Bucky and Zemo took me. They took control of Bucky and Zemo took control of me which I was not happy with.

5/7/24 Had really intense visions while meditating. They were of Zemo and I. He has been trying to protect me not just from Hydra but himself as well (the reason he said he didn't love me was cause he felt like I deserved better.) We were in the back of a black car with Reinhardt and I didn't want to comply anymore, so I ran off. Zemo stopped Reinhardt before he could get to me. Werner punched him then reminded Zemo what he could do if Zemo betrayed Hydra (though he does later) I kept seeing a theme of Zemo trying to defy their orders and getting beaten down, threatened with the super soldier serum or threatening to torture me instead. Then what I gather is the fall of HYDRA. Everything in rubble, Zemo is fighting at our side. I can't travel since there's no shadows close so Zemo grabs me up sheilding me then throws me to Bucky. Who runs with me in his arms. Then we hide behind a ruined wall as I hear gun shots and Zemo fighting off Hydra agents. I see Magneto hovering in the distance using his metal powers. He gives me a small smile and nods when he sees I'm okay. There's only so much Bucky can do with his metal arm and my shadows are useless here. Just then an artifical sheild appears out of no where with the literal SHIELD logo on it. I look up and see Coulson grinning down at me. "Dad!" "Hey sweetie. Need help? I see Quake lived up to her name here…" I nod a thanks then I jump out from behind the wall along with my widow sisters Nat and Lena as I see arrows fly from Hawkeye (both of them) Us Widow sisters fight back to back as they take out there batons. I take out my glass sword, Zemo sidles up to me still with his mask on and hands me his own sword a mischevious yet loving glint in his eyes as I take it and fight. That's all I got cause like I said it was really intense but at least I know how it ended for now. I also thought I saw Zemo or a form of him in my peripheral vision yesterday which was trippy. Zemo has been trying to get through to me through music (specifically the song 'I'll do better') for a couple days now.

#marvel dr #dr memories #HYDRA #Baron zemo #XMen #Magneto #bucky barnes #reality shifting

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darksaiyangoku · 11 months

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RWBY: The Chill

Dedicated to @kinashia

It was a late, warm summer's evening in the Kingdom of Mistral and, on a small farm, a young boy walked out of the house. He had ashen-black hair, tanned, freckly skin, hazel eyes and wore a cream-coloured, raggedy shirt, dull orange gloves, torn brown trousers and black boots. In his hand, he carried a large bucket and walked along the path to the well. Lowering the bucket, he collected some water.

Male voice: Oscar! Be quick, boy!

Oscar: I'll be there as soon as I can, uncle! Grrr! *grunts*

Oscar struggled as he tried to pull up the bucket. Fighting the burning pain in his arms, he managed to grab it before the rope could give way. He shook his head in annoyance. He took too much water again. Dragging the bucket back, Oscar could hear the cries of pain inside the house. For a week, his aunt had been feeling very unwell. She would always complain about feeling cold, despite the fact that Mistral had been having warm weather. She refused to eat, her voice became raspy and she wouldn't even leave her bed. Oscar arrived and trudjed along to his aunt's bedroom. As soon as he opened the door, he dropped the bucket. Inside the bed, his aunt was convulsing violently. Her blue eyes were now a jet black, her tan skin was deathly pale and there were black, vein-like marks all over her face. His uncle tried his best to restrain her, but was struggling. His arms were bleeding from the wounds she was inflicting. Oscar breathed heavily. Fear was holding a tight grip onto him. There was only one thing he could do, the one thing he should do; run.

Oscar immidiately obeyed his instincts and ran away from the terrible sight. Before he knew it, he found himself in the forests beyond the farm. His lungs were burning and his feet were about to give way, but he had to keep running. Whatever he saw in that room wasn't his aunt anymore. It was something unholy. Suddenly, he heard howling. His eyes shrank. The howls turned into snarls and growls. Oscar turned frantically, unable to see the monster that lurked about.

Oscar: S-Show yourself!

The growls became louder and a large, black shadow leaped out towards him. It had the shape of a wolf, but stood upright like a man. White, bone-like spikes protruded from its back and it had a skull-like mask on its face. Its eyes glowed a bright red and it bared its sharp teeth at Oacar. He was paralysed. There was nothing he could do.

SLASH!!!

The beast yelled in pain as one of its arms was chopped off. Oscar blinked. Whatever happened was so fast that he barely saw it. The beast turned around and faced its opponent. It was a young woman. She had jet-black hair, red eyes, pale skin, crimson armour, black armoured boots and gloves and, in her hand, she carried a silver katana. The wolf-beast charged at her and raised its claws. In a single strike, its other arm was cut off and h fell to the floor. Without hesitation, the stranger stabbed the beast directly into its heart. It gasped a ahorr breath before succumbing to its wounds and dying. Oscar couldn't believe what he just witnessed.

Oscar: W-Who are you?

The stranger sheathed her katana and turned to Oscar.

Raven: I'm Raven and what's a lad like you running out here at sunset?

Oscar: I-I... *tears in his eyes* I wanted to run away. My aunt is very sick and... I don't know what to do! *crying* Her face is deathly pale and her eyes are black! I think she's dying!

Raven: Hmm... this sounds like the work of a chill.

Oscar: A chill?

Raven: They're a type of grimm. They possess people and afflict them with a horrid sickness, slowly feeding on them until they become nothing but a husk. How long was your aunt affected?

Oscar: Um, a week ago.

Raven: Hmmm. There's still some time to save her, then. Come with me.

Oscar: W-Wait what are you gonna do?

Raven: You'll find out. Come on, we're losing what little light we have left.

[Aunt Pine's Room]

The three of them gathered around the bed and Raven took out a red coloured crystal. She crushed in her hand and rubbed it into her sword. The colour turned a dark red. She raised her free hand, closed her eyes and chanted something. It was a language unfamilar to Oscar. She repeated the chant three more times and, suddenly, Oscar's aunt started to violently convulse. The candles that kept the room lit were immidiately extinguished and she let out a terrible scream. From her mouth, she vomited black smoke. Oscar dropped to the floor in fright as the smoke took on a shape of small, humanoid figure. Like the wolf, it too had a skull-like mask and red eyes. As soon as it saw the boy, it screeched and charged at him. However, Raven was at the ready and slashed at the chill. A ring of fire leapt from her blade and the chill screamed in agony as it burned. Oscar backed away until his back touched the door. The chill fell to the floor, lifeless and crumbling to ash. Oscar looked at his aunt and saw that she regained her tan complexion. She lay there, breathing slowly. The ordeal was over, she was safe. Raven turned to Oscar and offered her hand. Oscar took it and lifted himself from the floor.

Oscar: Thank you. You saved my aunt's life.

Raven: Don't mention it. I'm here to protect the people from these horrors.

Oscar: What are you exactly? How do you know so much about grimm?

Raven: *shows Oscar a medallion* Because I'm a witcher.

Oscar was starstruck as soon as he saw the medallion. It was silver in colour and in the shape of a crow.

Oscar: I thought witchers were only in fairytales?

Raven: I can assure you that we're very real. The world is filled with grimm and it's our job to slay every last one of them. No one should suffer like that. Ever.

Oscar: *clenches fist* Take me with you!

Raven: *raises eyebrow* Excuse me?

Oscar: Earlier, I was a coward who'd rather run away than try to help my aunt. But that's no way to be. If there's a chance that I can save my family, then I'll take it!

Raven: *sighs* Listen, lad, being a witcher isn't just something you can do on a whim. You'd have to undergo months of extreme torment, your body breaking down and changing. You will never be the same again. Are you sure you want this?

Oscar: Absolutely. I'm ready.

#rwby #rwby au #rwby fanon #the witcher #oscar pine #raven branwen #crossover au #one shot

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hydesjackiespuddinpop · 3 months

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Ellie for the ship ranking

Ty <3

1. Sellie (otp of otps forever)

2. Paige/Ellie (literally them having a romantic plot in Degrassi Goes Hollywood would be WAY more interesting)

3. Ellie/Manny (read a fic and I’m into it. Would rather them in s5 then Cr*llie)

4. Ellie/Alex (just thought of this.)

4. Spinner/Ellie (read a fic and I’m honestly into it)

5. Jellie (I have mixed feelings because on one hand I think they can be cute, but on the other hand, Jazel/Hazel was disrespected in the process and Ellie was all gaga over Craig of all people.)

Now onto the ugly

6. Jesse/Ellie (A fuckboy who doesn’t value Ellie. Cheated on her twice.)

7. Marco/Ellie (Marco is canonically gay. Absolutely not. But for a brotp ranking, they’d be #1)

8. Craig/Ellie (They’re disgusting and ruined mine (and Ellie’s) life. Fuck Crellie forever.)

#answered #thedegrassidiaries #sellie #pellie #manny x ellie #ellie x alex #spinner x ellie #jellie #anti jellie #anti jeslie #anti mellie #anti crellie #I waiting so bad to put cr*llie haha #ship ranking

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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Main Masterlist (as of 07/20/2022)

Per an anon ask, I have best compiled all of the inbox request and or prompts I have received from over a while. Hence all the updated hyper links and lists of fandoms down below. I will also post this on my main pinned post as well.

Edit (7/20/2022): so apparently there’s a link limit, so I’ll make a second composite masterlist to add on some remaining ones from my blog. As of now, here’s what is compiled so far. 💕

Ao3

Ao3 link above👆is a Hodgepodge of other fics, drabbles, fan weeks, fandoms and series/WIP’s

Kinktober 2022

LINK TBA

Final Fantasy - Sephiroth

Critical Role

Vox Machina - don’t you break my heart // the princess // dating hc’s // swan princess // baby VM // baby VM2 // falling // soft Percy // baby VM girl // first steps // guardian Vax // gods and glory // baby VM angst // poly vaxleth // angry hc’s // mirajane reader // love potion // shy with kisses // cool but fierce // bonded for life // holding hands // Snow White sleep // Percy romance // sweet scanlan // “arranged marriage”angst // under pressure // magic tattoos // Mother’s Day // powerful witch // Percy soulmate // tragic past //

The Mighty Nein - crush hugs with VM // angst // Caleb writing prompt //

Bell’s Hells and Crown Keepers - nicknames with VM // kissing prompts with Percy //

EXU: Calamity - loquacious HC’s // leaving Avalir angst //

Genshin Impact - red panda // love goddess

Arcane and League of Legends - I wrote and write for Viego // Viktor, Jayce, and Silco

Love Languages

Assassin’s Creed - Arno // Ezio // feat multifandom // multifan tea hc’s //

Pirates of the Caribbean - James Norrington

Marvel/DC - I have drabbles and stories for Loki, Jotun Loki, Thor: Love and Thunder (WIP), Aquaman, Superman, and The Batman (Battinson) and many more on my Ao3

nightcrawler

Monster Fics - These are either centric to my OC (Hazel) or are Reader-centric

Curtain call

Star Wars - There’s also some Darth Maul, Boba Fett, and Mandolorian stuff on my ao3 well

Castlevania - artsy love // beach day with CR // multi boys love hc’s // shy kiss // music hc’s // holding hands // I forgot a kiss with CR // wolfwalker HC’s // parent headcanons // linking pinkies // painful past //

Alucard - hit for Alucard // bath hc’s // dragon love // dragon love 2 // lounging love // hesitant, shy reader // cowboy alucard // sequel spin-off // prompt 50 kiss // prompt 8 kiss // hollow knight // prompt 38 i love you // prompt 39, 17 kiss // caring for sick // magician love // expressive love // wearing his coat // affectionate one //

Isaac, Hector - family HC’s (with trev and Al) // Disney princess w/ Trio and VM // hector 16 prompt kiss //

Trevor, Sypha - artsy love

Greta - artsy love // poly with OT3 // poly with Alucard

Dracula - taking a hit w+ Trevor, Hector and Isaac // multi boys love hc’s // shy kiss // Lisa apprentice //

Dragon Age - Wolfwalkers

Hellboy/Hellboy II

Baldur’s Gate - Astarion

The Witcher - Geralt

Blood of Zeus

bikini beach // drunk with CV // seraphim smut and angst

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson - blackbird /// i need a hero

Steve and Eddie poly smut

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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kinny-21 · 4 months

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I finally drew Jaushua, I've been working on his look for a while and I finally got it😭

He's friends with Callie and Lenny, there that trio friends group like my other story Cicada warriors with Alex, Hazel and Ethan.

Hes the smart one even tho he looks like a cr@ck head

#artists on tumblr #drawing #art #sketch #original character #original story #my art #Lenny the sea beast

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love-nakamura · 4 months

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For those character dinamics can you make

The Seven from Percy Jackson ( Annabeth, Percy, Jason, Piper, Leo, Hazel, Frank andfuckit Reyna, Nico, Hedge)

The Batfam

The Mighty Nein

Not all of them if you can't fit them, just a couple of characters as long it's funny

Love u, byyeeee

hello hello!!!! sorry this took FOREVER hahaha

I have not drawn the CR or PJ characters in so long this was really really fun

(draw the squad format)

#thank you for asking!!!!!!! <3333 #this made me so happy to have a request!!!#(and then I lost the post and my life got busy lmao but heyyy its here)#I was sad to not fit tim into the bottom drawing so I made do haha #loves!art #ask

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dogstarmoonheart · 1 year

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hello hazel:)

how was your day today?

i read chapter 4 of your fic yesterday and damn..

when i read the “pray that regulus will appear” line i yelped i LOVE when remus and reggie are besties and them lowkey bonding over hating sirius? omg!!

its so sad like them growing apart (in a way) and remus feeling like he has been replaced by someone “better”..

and remus slipping into his accent when hes angry and reggie noticing!!

my jaw was dropped while reading the chapter the whole damn time

cant wait to read more… patiently waiting here!!<33

so to answer your question, my favorite episodes or scenes from the office:

well for one i love all the scenes in which jim and dwight prank each other

"well its really nice to meet you brian" "oh its actually ryan" "oh ryan" … "bitchh" classic

the whole "today smoking is gonna save lives" scene hes soo petty i love it!!

and honestly? any scene in which dwight radiates chaotic energy

also when he got the concussion that was so damn funny

and episodes hmm probably the beach day one (s3 ep22 i think)

oh and my fav characters are dwight,jim and lowkey stanley he's funny

question for today i suppose:

do you have a fic that's your absolutely favorite one, if yes which one? (no matter the fandom:))

p.s. thank you for indulging my “way too long” asks heh <3

-lilz

The real lovestory in “The office” was the enemies2lovers-slowburn between Jim and Dwight tbh..Anyways, you’ve got great taste!:) AND I’m so happy u like epilogue it makes me smile like a tod (love myself sum rem/reg-friends4evah)

I have the horrible habit of reading a fic, loving it, then forgetting about it/not saving it. So I can’t really tell you what my “favorite fic of all time” is.

However, the last work I read that really stuck to me was a wolfstar fic I devoured a couple of months ago⬇️

“the coffee shop au” by third_crow.

Oh, no wait, actually: I was in the middle of CR before it got removed and you know what, that might have been one of my favorite works. Never got to finish it, but oh well.

Life’s a bitch and then you die 🐴

(leave me fic recs everybody!!)

happy 2 hear from you Lilz

dont be a stranger<3

kisses

#kisses

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If today was your last day - Part 3: Family Drama

A groan escaped Alec’s lips. He was lying on the hard and dirty ground. It had been a hard impact, a very hard one.

Another groan, this time from the man on top of him, made Alexander realize that he was not the only one being sent flying. Luckily they had not been sent into one of the dwellings that would have hurt the poor people probably much more than them.

“Are you alright?” The Shadowhunter groaned and with more effort than should be necessary, he lifted an arm to put it around the slender body on his.

“You know... I always dreamt of sweeping you from your feet like that,” joked Magnus, “and to have you under me like this... if we were somewhere else now...”

“Magnus,” he groaned in defeat. How was it that his husband was always so flirty, even in a situation like this? And how was it that he was still so affected by mere words that came of his warlock husband’s mouth?

“I’m sorry. I just can’t help myself with you, pretty boy.” Alec looked up, just in time to see the wide grin on beloved features and the slight sparkle in hazel eyes. At least Magnus was not hurt.

“You know I love you... but it is getting rather uncomfortable.”

“Oh, yes”, the bearded and older male hurried to get to his feet. He almost stumbled over his own two feet, but managed to step up. While the Shadowhunter was slowly rising from his place on the ground as well, Magnus’ made a disgruntled face, while looking down his own body. He snapped his fingers, twice, and first all the dirt from his own clothes just evaporated into thin air, then the same happened to the dirt on Alec’s choice of black clothes.

“Thank you.”

Magnus just smiled at him, before turning back to the door. “Apparently I am not very welcome.”

“You think so”, deadpanned the Shadowhunter. He could go without another surprise attack. “What now?” He rotated his shoulders and stretched do loosen the muscles and bones that were not too happy with him landing on the floor.

“I could probably break through the wards,” mumbled the warlock. His brow war furrowed and one of his hands was on his chin. He was clearly thinking and weighing arguments against each other. “But I fear that would only do more harm than good. But...” the look he sent Alec’s way made the Shadowhunter feel a little uneasy in the stomach, “how about YOU try?”

“Me?” Alec raised an eyebrow, before his blue eyes landed on the unsuspecting house that hat just thrown them a few feet away with quite some force. “Do I have to? Is there no other way?” He already knew that he would do it for his beloved. There was almost nothing that he would deny his husband, which the latter knew all too well.

“Don’t fear, my brave Shadowhunter,” he turned around and started to straighten the clothes of his taller beloved. “I just know that you will do great. You just have to... use your infuriating charm to get our potential little helper to let me in. I will deal with the rest then.”

“Why do I have the feeling that this won’t be as easy as you make it seem to be?”

“Mhm, I have absolute trust in your abilities, dear,” there was an irresistible smile on his features that let hundreds of butterflies free in Alec’s stomach. This man... would someday be the death of him, he just knew it. He wouldn’t even be mad then.

Alec sighed in defeat. He knew that arguing and fighting would only lead to the same result, so he didn’t even bother with it and just gave in. It saved them both a lot of time. “Just... tell me what I have to expect.”

“I am not so sure, to be honest,” Magnus turned away from his husband, to look at the house in question himself. He let his hand wander down the muscled arm of his Nephilim soldier to intertwine their fingers. He needed the reassurance, probably more so than Alec right now. “Just...,” he sighed, before continuing, “the person in there... is my brother.”

“Wait... what?” he was sure that he must have misheard. His head snapped to the shorter male beside him, so fast, that it cracked audible. He didn’t let that bother him and Magnus didn’t seem to have heard it either. Good.

“My brother,” repeated the warlock, “my younger brother, to be exact. I just found out recently that he is still alive. We... didn’t really have much contact in the last centuries and when we did... let’s just say we are not particularly fond of each other...”

“Oh,” nodded Alec slowly. It seemed that this day was full of many surprises. It left a sour taste in his mouth. He thought that he knew the warlock beside him. He thought that he could trust Magnus. But first, the man had kept the return of his father a secret from him and now he suddenly had a brother who seemed to be acquainted with magic as well. This day was getting worse and worse. Why was he even here? He should alert the institute about the threat that Asmodeus undoubtedly posed. He shouldn’t run some strange errands with his husband.

“I am sorry,” mumbled Magnus. He had an inkling, what his husband was thinking and he couldn’t even blame him. “I know that we promised each other to be open and to be there for one another. It’s just... I didn’t WANT it to be true. I... I just now came to realize that it WAS. I had a dream... I saw the signs and I couldn’t deny it any longer. I thought that this was all behind us, but it isn’t. I didn’t want to drag you further into my family drama, but I know, you are my husband, I know you would understand and not judge me. I just... know you would help me. Forgive me for being so stupid and keeping it to myself for so long.”

Slowly, very slowly Alec nodded. It took him a moment to let the words sink in. This was one of their biggest problems, keeping things from each other instead of confiding in each other. But they were working on it. The Shadowhunter turned his head to look into sad and apologetic dark eyes and his own gaze immediately softened. He wasn’t angry, a little bit disappointed at most. He was just glad that Magnus HAD in fact, finally told him. He knew that family drama was a difficult topic, it was for him too and he certainly had not such a strange and difficult family situation, like his half-demon husband hat. That’s why he finally said: “It’s alright, love.” He rarely used endearing, but he felt that Magnus needed it in this moment. He was not wrong, because he could feel the tension slip out of the smaller male. “I know you didn’t mean any harm and I am glad that you opened up to me now.”

“Alexander,” Magnus purred, but before he could continue, Alec interrupted him: “Let us get that over with and afterwards, you can properly introduce me to your brother and we can talk. How does that sound?”

“Wonderful, darling,” a small smile played on Magnus’ lips. He squeezed the hand in his and then he let the Shadowhunter go. “Get him, pup...”

Alec couldn’t stop the groan that escaped him at the hated nickname. The amused laughter from behind him, was worth the slight humiliation though.

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