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sorcerous-caress · 5 months

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For some Wyll angst, do you think you could write something where Tav is a tiefling and they're a bit insecure about their budding relationship with Wyll because he hates his devilish appearance so they're like “how could he possibly be attracted to me” (— Wyll girl dad anon)

Wyll with an insecure tiefling Tav

[Angst, comfort, image issues, tiefling Reader, nb!reader]

[Part of the Wyll's Week event]

You really tried to not let it get to you.

Each time he made a demeaning comment about his new appearance.

Sneered at the reflection of his horns, ones just like yours.

The way he stiffened when someone would focus on his red eye with the black sclera, preferring they face the sending stone one instead.

He has every right to be upset about his appreance getting forcibly changed.

And yet, despite it all, every word dug into your heart as if they were told to you personally.

Devil, demon, hellspawn, the humans loathed your kind.

You thought he was different, when you saw him being so gentle with the tiefling kids.

But a human, will always be a human.

Fear of the unknown, of what lurks behind the curtains, it was always a great motivator for the human kind.

Your horns, your tail, your bright flaming eyes and colorful vibrant skin.

Things your own mother celebrated in you as a kid.

Things your own father boosted about with pride.

Things that once were beautiful.

Marked you as a monster to the world.

Even when you fell in love with this world, left the safe nest of your own people to go explore.

it never loved you back.

So why would he love you back?

You don't remember when it started, but slowly, eventually, your beautiful reflection in the mirror twisted and cracked everyday.

Until you too, could only see the monster the other claimed you to be.

You thought he could see the beauty in you, that you too have a soul.

You were a fool.

Why would he see that when he can't see it in himself? Why would he love you when he is clearly disgusted by the idea of being like you.

You thought humans were pretty, plain yes, but pretty in their simplicity.

And even when he lost his resemblance to his own kin, you still thought that he was pretty.

Charming, beautiful, mesmerising, so many words could describe Wyll and fail to give him justice.

The lovely horns that felt like they were the missing piece to yours, the mapping of his skin with the ridges and pumps that made him even more sharper.

He clearly thought differently.

And so to protect yourself, you took a step back.

Distaned your heart, pulled back your curtains.

Wyll noticed it of course, your sudden change of heart.

But like any proper gentleman, he never addressed it, never felt like he had the right to when the two of you barely even shared a kiss.

You couldn't avoid him forever.

And so he waited until the celebration to approach you, to open the topic.

He was delicate with it, always knew how to spin his words correctly.

You were kind, always knew how to evade a topic politely.

An endless dance that was growing tiring as the night went on, as people retired to their tents.

Leaving just you and Wyll.

His flirting, words that once fluttered your heart, stung like a needle through it instead.

How could he possibly be attracted to you?

And you told him so, as you were getting fed up with this whole situation.

Told him to drop the act, he doesn't have to pretend to find you not hideous just because you're the group leader.

There was genuine suprise in Wyll's eyes, a flash of disbelief.

And for a moment the mask dropped, his charming flamboyant words that are usually dressed up were bare and forward instead.

Asking why do you think he's pretending

Why would he ever find you hideous.

You were more confused by the second, is he feigning innocence? Or is he making fun of you?

Does he think you're a fool?

The dome collapsed and the walls cracked as your heart poured out all of the pain it contained inside, each and every one of his passing comments that were ingrained in your brain like a parasite digging at your skull whenever you thought you had a chance.

Mocking you for thinking a monster can be anything but a monster, for thinking a human can see humanity in others.

As you recalled every word you were a witness to, Wyll was horrifed by the end of it.

Of himself.

The raging flames of anger amidst your chest weren't rejected by him, but welcomed as he stepped into the flames and didn't attempt to forcefully douse them.

Instead, he apologied.

To you, for everything he said, for his naive ignorance, for being too obsorbed in his own view of what makes a human a human to truly comprehend what he was condeming.

Who he was condemning.

For it wasn't the devils he ended up cursing, but the innocent tieflings he was attempting to save.

How unaware he was in his blinded rage, damming the ones he was trying to protect.

Hurting the one person he loved.

Love.

For you were not a monster in his eyes, you were love, pure in essence, raging flames in passion, beautiful in core.

He confessed how he almost didn't believe his eyes when he saw you, almost questioned reality. For how could one person put the sun to shame? How could one person rival the moon in grace?

And again, he apologiesed.

The night ended quietly.

And you noticed how Wyll lingered more and more on his own reflection.

Looked at his own horns the same way he admired yours when he thought no one was looking.

Traced the ridges on his face, gently.

And then you noticed it, a single charm.

A subtle gold trinket that one puts at the end of their horn.

Strangely, he only wore one, yet you were sure they came in a pair.

At the end of that day, you found the matching charm inside your tent with a letter underneath.

Your eyes scanned the paper, taking in the carefully written lines, the cursive words.

You held the charm in the other hand.

And nothing ever, could compare to Wyll's smile the next day as he saw you wearing it.

Although he would object, for he claims your own smile, sharp teeth and all, would make the flowers bloom in adoration.

And in a way, you were starting to see your own face again, your own reflection again.

The same could be said for Wyll, for his own monster too, quietly went to bed whenever you were around.

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aphrodisiac-siren · 1 year

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Dynasty Of Flames

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen-Royce Reader

Summary: Being born into the most respected and equally feared houses in the realm made people look up to you as if you were a god and the devil himself, in equal measure. People say that when a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin; and when news of the birth of Daemon’s firstborn- a girl, spread, people could only wait in anticipation to see which side of the coin faced up during her birth.

Aemond being completely oblivious about his own feelings. Y/N being the pride of her father Daemon <3

Warnings: Incest (duh), violence, blood/gore, swearing.

Part 1, part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Part 5

As the small crowd of nobles present at court gathered in the throne room, both sides of the royal family too made themselves present.

Aemond was timely as always, accompanied by his mother and his grandfather who served as hand of the king. Rhaenyra and Daemon were already present with Jace and a very nervous Luke. Helaena arrived a few moments later, arm linked with Y/N's. Aegon too walked in right after them.

Alicent smiled at the young princess when their eyes met. She watched as Y/N exchanged warm smiles with both Helaena and Aegon before she went to stand with her own family without bothering to so much as look at Aemond. She turned and saw that even Aemond refused to look at her.

Odd.

"Did something happen between Y/n and Aemond?" Alicent leaned in and whispered to Helaena. The both of them had been close in spite being apart for years and now upon her return, they seemed so distant.

"They had a bit of an argument last night, from what Y/N told" Helaena answered "but I do not know regarding what, she refused to speak much about it"

"I see" the queen nodded. She would need to talk to Aemond about this. With the arrival of Rhaenyra to court, Alicent had hoped to propose a match between Aemond and Y/N, to ensure the safety of her sons lives once Rhaenyrs stepped into power. She hadn’t discussed this with anyone yet apart from her father and husband, the king who seemed rather pleased with the idea.

With the King amiss, it was his hand, Otto, who was going to make the choice of who would inherit the Driftmark throne.

Rhaenyra along with Daemon, the boys and Y/N stood toward the left side from where Otto sat upon the throne while Alicent along with her children and Vaemond stood at the right.

Princess Rhaenys was standing exactly opposite the throne with Baela and Rhaena alongside her.

So far it seemed that the court was in favour of Vaemond and Luke was growing rather nervous about the whole situation. It just seemed so, one-sided.

He knew that denying his claim to the throne at Driftmark only weakened her mother's claim to the iron throne.

Vaemond spoke to all gathered of how he was of the same blood as Corlys, loosely implying that Rhaenyra's sons weren't. He went on about his argument until it was time for Rhaenyra to speak.

"If I am to grace this farce" she sighed, quiet obviously rather annoyed that this was even an issue when Luke was already named heir "I should like to start by reminding you all-"

The large doors of the court room were pushed open, the loud noise interrupting the princess as one of the guards announced the arrival of king Viserys.

The arrival of the King brought two starkly different reactions from his kin.

On one side, a sense of relief washed over. Y/N breathed out- content, knowing that all was not lost. She could see her mother's eyes widen with hope, a ghost of a smile dancing on her lips.

Meanwhile on her side of the room she'd noticed the utter disappointment and sudden concern that had begon to grow.

Aegon held back a sneer. He'd never hated his nephews. In fact, he got along with them far better than Aemond did. No, the thing that put him in a bad mood was his father practically getting up from his death bed to rush to the aid and defence of his daughter, again.

Where was this side of him when Aegon needed it?

"Father is here, yet again to defend his only child" Aegon scoffed under his breath to Aemond.

Where was this compassion when his brother had his eye taken from him?

There was no denying that he indeed neglected his fatherly duties toward them.

"I will sit the throne today" Viserys managed to find the strength to announce.

This was the first time, in perhaps years, Aemond had seen his father walk by himself though 'walking' was hardly the word for it. 'Hobbling' seemed more befitting. And it pained him that his father never made such efforts for him or his siblings even when he was well.

There was a mask of gold hiding half of his face, that Rhaenyra had not seen him without ever since her arrival to court.

The King continued his slow advance to the throne, momentarily halting when he'd reached the few steps to catch his breath and paused to wheeze. His skin was sickly pale, almost as if he was a walking corpse.

Daemon left his wife's side to rush to his brother's aid. A king's guard too, took a step to assist the King.

"I am fine" he waved the guard off just as his crown fell to the ground with a clatter. Daemon was the one to retrieve it.

"I said I'm fine" he repeated, thinking it was the guard yet again until he heard his brother speak.

"Come on" he encouraged.

Lord Hightower went to his daughter's side as Daemon held the king's arm to help him to the throne. Once he was sat, he placed the crown back on his head before making his way back to Rhaenyra.

"I must.. admit.. my confusion" the king panted "I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession"

The King scanned the faces of his family that were both split and standing on two sides of the room.

"The only one present... who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys's wishes is the Princess Rhaenys" he turned to his cousin.

The older woman smiled at his acknowledgement.

"Indeed, Your Grace" she took a step forward, appreciative of her cousin wishing to hear her, something the others didn't bother to do "It was ever my husband's will that Driftmark pass through Ser Laenor to his trueborn son Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed. Nor did my support of him"

"As a matter of fact" She continued "the Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her sons Jace and Luke to Lord Corlys's granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena, a proposal to which I heartily agree"

The twins exchanged smiles with the boys upon hearing this. Of course they would be joyous, Jace and Luke were fine young gentlemen who any woman would be lucky to be married to.

Y/N smiled too, quiet happy that her darling younger sisters were now betrothed; and to two sweethearts that she knew would treat them well.

The King leaned back slowly "Well, the matter is settled; Again"

Queen Alicent sighed, quite upset at the king for displaying his partiality yet again toward his daughter and her children.

"I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides"

Lucerys at last let out that breath and smiled as he and his family both shared a moment of pure relief. Y/N took his hand in her's offering a gentle squeeze, a gesture that Aemond noticed and subtly scoffed at.

How dare she take that bastard's hand in hers, he thought, the very same hand that took my eye.

Vaemond, who stood to Princess Rhaenys' left, stepped forward as she went back to the twins.

"You break law and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir" he said "Yet you dare tell me who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon? No. I will not allow it"

"Allow it?" the king repeated, almost surprised at the nerve "Do not forget yourself, Vaemond. I am the king and you are no more than the second son"

Something inside Vaemond snapped upon hearing those words. As if he needed to be reminded that whatever it is he was fighting for, was never his to begin with.

"That!" he shouted as his finger was pointed at Luke "Is no true Velaryon, and certainly no nephew of mine"

"Go to your chambers" Rhaenyra placed her hand on Luke's shoulder as she moved to stand before him protectively whilst she spoke to Vaemond "you have said enough!"

"I would advise you to choose your words carefully" Y/N spoke, gaining the attention of everyone present "prince Lucerys is lord of Driftmark and thus becomes your superior. Do not overstep your boundaries"

Jace smirked; Y/N had taken their side, just as she promised

"With all due respect, I do not need a warning uttered from the lips of a dragonling. Regardless of her title or relation to him" Vaemond pointed at Luke as he smiled at her but there was nothing warm about it. Daemon clenched his jaw as soon as he heard the tone used to address his daughter, who he had indirectly called a child.

"Se istin epagon ao naejot urnēbagon skorkydoso ao ȳdragon naejot bisa 'zaldrīzes-rūs' qilōni ao vestragon naejot nārhēdegon iksis iā dārilaros" Y/N sneered, not taking kindly to even an ounce of that disrespectful tone and Daemon cast a momentary look of pride at her "iksin se va moriot kessa sagon eglikta than ao"

"Furthermore I must urge you to watch how you speak to this 'dragonling' who you seem to forget is a princess. I am, and always will be higher than you in station"

Aemond had his gaze locked on Y/N and he grinned ever so slightly when she put Vaemond in his place. Even Aegon seemed amused.

Y/N felt Luke's hand squeeze her's every so slightly, indicating that he was growing a touch nervous again.

Vaemond did not like the public reminder that he was merely a lord in comparison to her; It stung even more when she pointed it out in their language. With his pride now hurt, the turned to speak to the King.

"You may run your house as you see fit but you will not decide the future of mine" Vaemond spoke aloud so that the entire assembly might hear him "My house survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations besides and gods be damned, I will not see it ended on the account of this.."

He paused as his gaze lingered on Rhaenyra.

Prince Daemon watched his face twitch "Say it" he challenged, menacingly.

A deadly silence fell like a blanket over them all before Vaemond's control snapped as he roared

"Her children... are bastards!"

Y/N's eyes widened and her mouth was partially agape at his disrespectful annunciation of her half-brothers' legitimacy. Across the room, even Aegon and Helaena stood shocked and Aemond immediately turned to look at Y/N, as if to say 'don’t say a word, let the king handle this'. Alicent and Otto exchanged nervous glances.

Vaemond was getting a little too bold, even for the liking of the Greens.

"And she" Vaemond then looked at Rhaenyra, dead in the eyes "is a whore"

Gasps arose from the people present, at how freely Vaemond threw insults.

This time, Y/N pushed past Luke, throwing her mannerisms out the window.

"You fucking-" Baela and Rhaena were quick to rush to their sister's side and hold her back, Jace assisting them.

Even the king was just as enraged as she was. His patience had finally faded away.

"I will have your tongue for that!" He drew his dagger, about to do the gruesome task himself.

Vaemond simply smirked in defiance as a momentary sense of satisfaction washed over him.

But he didn't manage to bask in it for long.

Within a matter of a few seconds, Daemon was right behind him with his sword unsheathed. With one swing of the blade, Vaemond's fame crumbled down to the ground; his head served in half right above his upper lip.

Helaena immediately looked away as Aegon's mouth hung open. Even Aemond seemed startled by this act of brutality. Jace protectively pushed the girls behind him, not wanted them to see the gory mess on the floor.

"He can keep his tongue" Daemon sneered as he stood over what remained of the man who dared to insult his family.

After everyone left that chaotic mess of a hearing, Alicent called for Aemond to talk about what had happened between him and Y/N.

"I hear you and princess Y/N got into a bit of an argument" she crossed her arms and for a moment she felt like Aemond was once again nine years of age and she was scolding him for running off into the dragon pits alone "she's only been here a day, I'm surprised after years of being apart you both managed a conflict after being reunited"

"It wasn’t my intention to make her cross with me" Aemond sighed "I said some words that were phrased poorly"

"May I ask what it is you told her?" his mother asked.

"I told her about marriage being a duty, a duty that highborns like ourselves must abide by" Aemond stared off into the distance as he mentally recalled the events of the night before. How she was so happy to meet him in that library even know she knew that he hadn’t planned it. How he tried to assist her with that book she wanted, how in the process of doing so he had entrapped her between himself and the shelves, how his torso was pressed against her- stop "I might’ve told her that it was expected of us to be wed and then I unintentionally made it sound like I was willing to take her as my wife solely out of obligation"

Alicent was quite surprised at his honesty. Aemond was always truthful to her but she was rather taken by surprise when he so casually admitted that he had spoken to Y/N regarding marriage, something that had never been discussed with him nor with Y/N's family.

"Unintentionally, you say" the queen hummed "Would it be safe to assume that if a choice was given to you, you would choose to marry her?"

"I have known Y/N ever since we were able to walk. She is a princess of house Targaryen, a girl closer to the gods than to men" he promptly answered with a firm tone "a person such as herself deserves nothing less than someone who is in equal measure a dragon like herself, someone who will keep the blood of old Valyria pure within the veins of the future generations"

"Aemond I appreciate the deep thought you've given to the succession of the house and the family name but that is not what I asked you" she tenderly spoke, trying to hold back a chuckle at her son's diplomatic response "do you want her? Not as a prince, not as a Targaryen but as a boy who is once again reacquainted with his childhood companion. As someone who cares about her, not the bloodlines of your offspring; someone who will love"

Alicent did not have a happy marriage, this was no secret to her children. And because of how miserable her life was, she did not wish the same to be repeated with her children. She had already tried to 'help' with that when she wedded Aegon and Helaena and it turned out to be quite a fail. So now that her darling boy Aemond was of age, she wanted him to have a happy married life. She knew Y/N ever since she was a babe and the princess was an absolute joy to have around. When the children were younger, it seemed to her that Aemond had fancied her; but over the years, Aemond kept telling her that she was only his friend and nothing more.

Now that Y/N too was of age and would soon look for a suitable partner, she hoped that the both of them would find some sort of spark. Aemond quite obviously liked the idea of wedding her, she just wanted to further ensure he wasn’t saying it simply to fulfil some 'duty'.

Aemond's expression softened.

Did he love her? Perhaps not yet.

Did he fancy her? Eh.

Would he be alright seeing her wed someone else? No.

They had been attached at the hip since childhood. He was hers and she was his. That was how things always were, irrespective of feelings like 'love'.

So, did he want her? Yes.

"I do want her. Besides, love is not really a necessity for a marriage pact" Aemond simply stated, a response to his mother's last statement "Love is the end of duty"

"Well in this case," Alicent smiled "loving her first, is your duty"

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ghoulsister1 · 6 months

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🥀♡•♡"Wherefore art thou Dante?"♡•♡🥀

Dante Sparda x Female Reader. Some angst. Hurt/Comfort. There's fluff don't worry. Forbidden Love. Romeo & Juliet inspired. Disapproving parents. Love is powerful. Secret relationship. Eloping. Happy ending.

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Your family have always had a disdain of Sparda and his kin, despite Sparda being a kindhearted and caring demon with a beautiful and sweet human wife and two handsome sons who were twins, but still they hated them. And they would hate you if your family found out about your secret relationship with Dante, younger twin brother of Vergil, son of Sparda.

For years, your family hated demons and devils. They hated what they done to humans and hated the wars raged on them by Mundus. And in particular, they hated Sparda. They despised him despite Sparda betraying Mundus and protecting the humans from harm. They hated him even when he choose to live amongst the humans and married a beautiful woman, Eva. They hated him, even when Eva gave birth to twin sons, Vergil and Dante. They could never let go of their hatred towards demons and Devils, even if there were good Devils in the world.

And you knew, if they found out what you were up to when you snuck out at night, they'd definitely hate you. Possibly even disown you. Because you were in love with Dante, son of Sparda and younger twin brother of Vergil.

You two met at a masquerade ball, hosted by your parents. They had forbade Dante and Vergil from attending, but that didn't stop Dante from planning on crashing it for fun. Vergil warned him not to do it, but Dante being Dante he went along and snuck into the ball with his own masquerade disguise.

His plan was to sneak in and cause a ruckus, maybe switch out the classical music for some heavy metal songs and put them on full blast throughout the speakers. He had a whole plan laid out to wreck this boring party, until he saw you. And you saw him.

You were dressed in a beautiful, white and gold dress adorned with a gorgeous matching masquerade mask. Your hair done up and adorned with a gold laurel leaf crown. You were stunning, an angel sent from above to Dante and his plans of wrecking the party was all forgotten.

You couldn't help but notice Dante, striking white hair, beautiful blue eyes and dressed in striking red with a matching masquerade devil mask. You two stared at each other, both lost in each other's eyes.

Without thinking, Dante spoke.

"You wanna blow this place?" Asked Dante.

"Only if you share a dance with me first" You Replied.

"With a beautiful angel like you? Hell, how could I say no?" Remarked Dante winking. You giggled and soon you two took to a slow dance on the floor, your parents wondering who was this mysterious masked man dancing with you.

"Who is he? That man in the red masquerade get up?" Asked Mother. Father narrowed his eyes.

"I don't know. He looks familiar but I can't say I've seen him. Perhaps it's the hair" Remarked Father. When the dance ended, you two slipped away from prying eyes and snuck outside together, giggling and laughing all the way.

You spent that wonderful night with Dante under the stars, getting to know one another and sharing a few laughs. However, when the party ended and your family went looking for you, Dante fled into the night, leaving you with a promise to return again.

And the next night, he visited. You snuck out and even went into the city with him, took you to a diner where you and him shared a strawberry milkshake and some burger and fries. You wished this night wouldn't end and wanted to stay longer with the charming half-Devil, but sadly you knew your family would come looking and so with a reluctant sigh, Dante returned you home.

"Promise me, we'll still hang out together? Promise me you'll return" You Pleaded as you snuck back up to your bedroom balcony.

"I promise!" Whispered Dante and with a wink, he was gone into the night once more. You giggled and felt your heart flutter at just the mere thought of him as you lay in your bed that night, the sweet taste of strawberry milkshake still on your lips.

This continued for many nights and with each passing day, your love for each other grew. You hoped with time, maybe your parents might hear of Dante's good deeds and look upon him more favorably. But alas, that was not the case.

"Did you hear about that rogue Devil in red running amok? Causing nothing but damage to our city!" Spat Mother angrily.

"But he's just trying to keep the people safe from the demons and devils that try and hurt us!" You Argued. Mother laughed bitterly.

"You are much too young and naive to understand. He is the son of Sparda, a Hell spawn half-breed. He belongs in Hell with his family" Remarked Mother bitterly. Your heart clenched at such a harsh remark, knowing that only Dante and Vergil were the only ones left of Sparda's bloodline, Eva died during a demon attack and Sparda had vanished, presumably held captive or killed by Mundus. You knew Dante and Vergil still felt the pain of that tragedy.

"Mother, how can you say such cruel words? Don't you know those brothers still bear the scars of the tragedy that befell their mother?" You Asked, holding your hand over your chest.

"Don't feel sympathy for those Devils my child, they are nothing but monsters and god forbid should you associate with them. The very thought of you mingling with those vile creatures makes my blood run cold. You aren't in league with the Sparda twins are you?" Asked Mother, eyeing you suspiciously.

You shook your head.

"No Mother" You Replied.

"Good. The last thing I want is for my daughter to be tainted by such unholy creatures" Remarked Mother. You said nothing. It was clear that your parents still held deep hatred for Sparda and his sons.

You still continued to see Dante in secret, making sure to always keep a low profile, especially when in the city. He took you to Love Planet and though not the most romantic of places, he did make you laugh by swinging on the dance pole.

"You've got moves that's for sure!" You Laughed.

Dante chuckled along with you.

"Glad you enjoyed my little show for you" Remarked Dante sending a flirtatious wink that made you blush and giggle.

"Oh Dante" You Giggled as Dante sat beside you, wrapping an arm around you.

After a few drinks, you two shared your first kiss. It was sweet, passionate and very hot all at the same time. When the kiss broke, you were breathless.

"Wow!" You Giggled.

"I was thinking about doing that all day" Admitted Dante, a pink blush coming to his cheeks.

"Oh Dante, I love you but how are we to be together? My parents hate you and should they find out about us......God I shudder to think what they'd do to me.....to us" You Admitted sadly. Dante held you close, comforting.

"We'll find a way babe. We'll find a way. One day you and me will find a way to be together. No one will stop us" Promised Dante.

"You promise?" You Asked.

"I promise babe" Assured Dante.

And that night as you snuck back in, you still felt the lingering kiss on your lips.

One morning you awoke to the most dreadful news. You were to be married off to a wealthy man's son. You cried in your bedroom all day and night, dreading the awful future that surely was to come, until a pebble at your window caught your attention. You came out on to the balcony and saw Dante, smiling.

"Let me come in Y/N!" Whispered Dante. You wiped away your tears and allowed him to climb up and join you in your bedroom.

"You've been crying. What's wrong?" Asked Dante noting your tear streaked face.

"Oh Dante it's awful, I'm to be married off to some rich man's son and though I tried to protest, they wouldn't listen to me! I don't want to marry him! I wanna be with you! We don't have to marry if you don't want to but I just wanna spend my every waking morning and every sleeping night with you Dante! I love you, I don't want to lose you" You Sobbed.

Dante held you in his arms as you cried. It was then a plan had formed in his head. It was a huge risk but it's now or never.

"Then pack whatever essentials you need, whatever you consider valuable and let's leave together" Advised Dante.

"Tonight?" You Asked unsure.

"Tonight. We don't have much time. It's now or never Y/N. I don't wanna lose you either. I love you" Admitted Dante.

You smiled softly at your lover and he smiled back.

"So what do you say?" Asked Dante.

"Let us leave" You Answered.

That night, Dante helped you pack a bag and you two ran off into the night hand in hand together. No matter how hard they tried, your parents couldn't reach you or Dante. You both were left alone in peace.

And you two lived together, happily for years to come.

🥀♡🥀♡🥀♡🥀♡🥀♡🥀♡🥀♡🥀♡🥀♡🥀♡🥀♡🥀♡

Thanks again for requesting @xx-scene-queen-of-vampires-xx and I hope you enjoy the story! Thank you!

#dante #dante son of sparda #dante sparda #dante x reader #devil may cry #devil may cry 3 #devil may cry dante #devil may cry x reader #devil+may+cry+x+reader #story requests #thanks for requesting!

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poppysplace-edits · 10 months

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"i'm a slit your throat in a whorehouse kind of girl" a karna solara playlist

sick bitch / yvie oddly ft. willow pill

memories / panic! at the disco

eat your young / hozier

devil’s girl / jess williamson

dancing on my own / robyn

you don’t have to say you love me / dusty springfield

next of kin / lucy dacus

a spy / the doors

everybody talks / neon trees

a mask of my own face / lemon demon

(i’ll be doing the rest of the scrumptious scoundrels soon worry not)

#flower chatter #use your voice flower hero #playlist #dimension 20 #the ravening war #aabria iyengar #dnd rogue #dnd bard #dnd warlock #calorum #karna solara #music

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lady-maryann · 3 months

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In moonlit shadows and demon's embrace The Devil finds solace in a Lady's grace A gun-wielding warrior, fierce and free Mary, my love, you are the key

Through battles fierce, you stand tall A hunter's spirit, a protector of all In the dance of chaos, you wield your might Lady of darkness, my guiding light

Your eyes reflects a tempest within A tale of loss, vengeance, and kin Yet, in the storm, you stand unbroken A testament to words unspoken

In the symphony of war, our love resounds A melody of strength that forever surrounds Mary .. my Lady, in this world we roam You are the anchor that calls me home

#devil may cry #lady #dmc #mary ann #dmc lady #devil may cry lady

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jupiterjunebug · 5 months

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AEW official Kin No Doubles card

1. Daddy match (reprisal): sequel to the who's your daddy match, but its daddy ass v daddy magic. Loser has to temporarily go by real name. Magic gets increasingly agitated bc the Acclaimed are doing good ringside support while Angelo is busy looking at a photo of Ruby and sighing in a lovesick manner.

2. Someone has to change: Ruby soho vs red velvet reprisal, loser needs to change their name to a different color. Angelo interrupts this match as well, and then Magic has to come drag him backstage. You can faintly hear the sound of yelling backstage for the rest of the match, despite the noise of the crowd.

3. Who's House (please we need to know for tax purposes): Swerve vs Malakai. Nana and Julia are ringside. No consequences but there's a b plot where Nana keeps trying to teach Julia the dance and she keeps mirroring it on instinct and then getting annoyed

4. Adaaaaam: adam copeland v adam cole v adam page, whoever eats the pin is kidnapped by roddy.

5. Nicknapped: Bucks + pending? vs Patriarchy, but the teams have swapped Nicks. The match ends w the nicks pinning each other. Luchasaurus and whoever the third member of the bucks team is both leave partway thru and it takes Matt and Christian a full 10 minutes to notice bc they're so focused on the Nick fight going on.

6. Close enough: both hangman and christian already had matches, so they make Brian Cage and Ethan Page fight instead. Loser has to deal with their last name twin's stable drama for the next month. Brian Cage crumbles under the expectations of fatherhood.

8. Max²: MJF challenged Caster but hes still injured so the backstage plot of the week is MJF trying to lure Caster onstage so that they can do the fight but every time they run into each other Caster's doing something increasingly stupid. In the final 5 minutes of the show it seems like theyre going to come out but then the lights cut out and the devil appears onscreen.

7. Going to the Tonys: Toni makes Tony Kahn and Tony Schiavone wrestle her because she was annoyed at being left out of the storyline even tho she has two name doubles. She is moments away from seriously injuring someone when RJ and Renee appear and placate her with a plastic replica Tony trophy thats been modified to say "#1 Toni"

9. Kill your double: Kris Statlander kills Chris Jericho in real life

#wrestling #im sure theres other jokes but this started as a Make the Adams Fight situation and then started getting complicated #aew

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sunflower-butch · 2 years

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Bad Idea! || Monster Hunter AU Ronance One-Shot || kinda sorta explicit but not really || 2332 words

(I picture “Get Like” by Kehlani playing while Robin dances, “Devil’s Advocate” by the Neighborhood when she and Nancy meet at the bar, and ofc “bad idea!” by girl in red after that)

The atmosphere of the club was thrilling to Robin Buckley. She may have been a wallflower in high school, but now she was dancing in a throng of people, arms thrown every which way, heads thrown back, hips gyrating in time with the pulsing music. The air was filled with smoke and stank of weed and alcohol. The lights were vibrant, flashing different colors every few seconds and scattering broken rainbows across the dance floor.

It was easy to get lost here. One could easily fall into a rhythm, dancing and swaying to thrumming beats and letting their mind drift away in the stupor of alcohol—but something kept Robin from drowning in the crowd tonight.

That something was staring at her from across the room, eyes like cold chips of sapphire, shining electric in the club lights. There was something hungry in Nancy’s face, a killer instinct that Robin couldn’t help but toy with.

Robin winked at Nancy and then turned to the nearest girl. She took her hand, and with a bout of laughter, the girl moved over. They danced far too close to be decent, and Robin stared into the girl’s blissed out expression. She pointedly ignored the way Nancy was glaring, trying very poorly to hide the anger on her face. She ignored the fact that Nancy was now making her way to the bar, keeping her gaze turned to Robin and the stranger.

The girl in front of Robin moved back and forth, alcohol strong on her breath. She laughed as Robin spun her and pulled her close, her breath hot on the stranger’s ear. She made pointed eye contact across the bar, watching as Nancy was illuminated in soft pink. It matched the shade of her lips—the blush Robin wanted to put on her cheeks.

Blue light shone down on Robin and the stranger, gleaming in the former’s stormy eyes as they met with Nancy’s ocean.

Waves crashed and lightning struck, filling the room with unbearable electricity. The lights met and flared in an intense clash of violet sky, and Robin knew she was doomed to be lost at sea. Her heart was racing with exertion and excitement, drawn against her will to the other girl—the girl who wanted to kill her. The girl who was probably planning her demise at this very moment. The thought was exhilarating.

Robin hadn’t even noticed leaving the stranger—her body seemed to have a mind of its own—but the girl didn’t seem to mind, having already found a new dance partner.

Nancy watched Robin’s approach with eagle eyes, intense, fierce, unreadable. Robin slid onto the stool beside her, but still did not pay her any mind—not yet. She ordered a drink, tapping her fingers in time with the song in the background. When her drink came, she dipped her fingers in and mixed it slowly. Only then did she glance out of the side of her eye at the monster hunter beside her, slowly licking the alcohol from her fingers, savoring the taste.

“Evening, Wheeler,” the girl drawled, voice low and predatory. She turned to face Nancy, taking a long sip of her drink. Satisfaction bloomed warm in her chest at the way Nancy wet her lips and watched, eyelids drooping slightly.

“Evening,” Nancy replied, her voice cool. She drew a long, silvered blade from somewhere under her dress, the hilt intricately detailed. Robin watched the blade, her heart pounding. She knew this weapon had slain many a monster—many of her kin. This was the very weapon she knew spelled her downfall—and yet she couldn’t look away, enchanted by the gleaming silver and the reflected club lights against the deadly metal.

Robin watched as Nancy moved the blade to her own drink, something red and fruity, spearing a cherry from the top. Robin watched as Nancy moved the small fruit to her soft pink lips. Robin watched as Nancy carefully pulled the cherry directly from the blade and crushed it in her teeth. She couldn’t help the soft whine at the back of her throat, nor the steady heat pooling in her stomach.

“What happened to your girlfriend?” Nancy asked, the words venomous, despite her casual demeanor. She gave Robin a meaningful glance, batting her eyelashes. Robin smirked, looking over her shoulder.

“Oh, you mean Hannah?” she replied smoothly, knowing it bothered Nancy. “She’s just a friend. And a damn good dancer.” Her lips curled into a smirk.

When Robin turned her attention back to Nancy, the blade was gone, and Nancy’s jaw was working fiercely. Robin had the strongest urge to leave kisses down that impeccable jawline, to hold Nancy there while she trailed down, leaving her mark—

Such thoughts weren’t allowed. She shouldn’t even be over here, entertaining Wheeler as she was. This was probably part of a trap. An elaborate plan with which Nancy was ten steps ahead and Robin was floundering for footing.

But Robin was a simple lesbian—she could not resist the gorgeous woman in front of her, with her wide, dark doe eyes staring innocent up at Robin like she didn’t have the girl’s heart between her teeth.

“What brings you here?” Robin asked, sipping her drink and letting the alcohol warm her chest and smooth her worries. Nancy’s lips quirked in a cocky smile, and she avoided Robin’s gaze.

“I think we both know the answer to that, Rob,” she murmured.

“I think you should say it out loud,” Robin insisted, voice low and husky. She licked her teeth, revealing sharp fangs that glinted in the vibrant lighting. Nancy’s gaze flickered to them, and then away.

“It’ll only hurt us both,” she replied, the faintest rasp, a tiny trace of hurt in her words. Robin’s gaze sharpened and she leaned in, so their faces were mere inches apart. Their knees bumped, and Robin felt Nancy’s hand feather light across her thigh. Teasing. Taunting. A cruel act, sending her heart aflutter and worsening the warmth pulsing in her body.

She wanted to blame the alcohol for this attraction, but she couldn’t deny the feelings that had been building for weeks. She was a lost puppy, and Nancy was her owner, waiting with a shotgun at the door to put her down. She was flirting with death—and death was flirting back.

“It doesn’t have to be this way,” Robin warned, the huskiness of her voice more pronounced now that she was feeling tipsy. Nancy noticed. Robin could tell by the bob of her throat.

The brunette faced Robin, her eyes glittering dangerously in the flashing light over them both. The music and drunken laughter seemed to fade to background noise. The only thing Robin could focus on was Nancy, the way her eyes shone, the way the girl’s vanilla and lavender shampoo tickled her nose. Every survival instinct inside her was telling her to run, but she was entranced, utterly enthralled.

“It does,” was Nancy’s simple reply. “You’re a dangerous creature, Robin Buckley, and I intend to keep you from hurting anyone.”

Robin fought the urge to simply huff and argue back. They both knew Robin hadn’t hurt anyone—and they both knew that it was still a risk, no matter how well Chrissy’s magic seemed to help her keep control. Lycanthropy was a disease, but it made Robin a ticking time bomb.

So she didn’t argue. She didn’t bother to defend herself. She just let her gaze trace that fucking jawline, drift to Nancy’s lips, then back up to her eyes. She leaned in even closer, using one clawed finger to lift Nancy’s chin so the girl was looking directly at her—seeing the flash of gold in Robin’s narrowed eyes, the animalistic urges that lingered there.

“I’m going to eat you alive, Wheeler,” she rasped, letting a low growl into her voice. Nancy shivered, and Robin smirked.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Nancy shot back, voice breathy and pupils blown. Shit, Robin was in real trouble now. There was no way she was getting out of this with her heart intact.

“Both,” she growled. Nancy’s eyes fluttered.

Yep. Robin was totally fucked.

There was no verbal conversation, but a silent understanding when Nancy got off her stool and began to walk to the back door, Robin following obediently to death’s door. Their steps were hurried, and thankfully, no one saw them slip through the door.

Nancy had her back turned to Robin now, her hands shaking. Robin stood at the door, waiting for the inevitable.

“For what it’s worth,” she heard Nancy mutter. “I’m sorry.” The shorter girl reached down, trailing her fingers painfully slowly up her thigh and lifting her dress, just enough. Robin caught sight of the garter she wore, and the silver dagger held within. The blade glinted in the dim lighting as Nancy pulled it out. Robin couldn’t look away, couldn’t move.

“It doesn’t have to be this way,” she repeated, ever so softly. Nancy shook her head.

“It does.”

Nancy was quick, but Robin was quicker. Nancy launched herself at Robin and the freckled girl threw herself out of the way.

Robin and Nancy circled each other, hunter and prey—though neither was sure who was who. Nancy’s eyes flashed and Robin ducked into a roll, narrowly missing another slash of the silver blade. She growled, staring Nancy down with proverbial raised hackles.

Nancy changed tactics, throwing the blade with what would have been deadly accuracy, but Robin leapt out of the way just in time. She thanked her enhanced reflexes in that moment, staring at where the dagger was now embedded in the wall where her head had been moments before.

Her attention was drawn too long and suddenly Nancy was on top of her, a fist connecting with Robin’s ribs and leaving her winded. She yelped and rolled over, throwing Nancy off, but the other girl was persistent. Another punch followed, sending horrible pain through Robin’s cheekbone. She stumbled and scrambled away.

Nancy grabbed the blade from the wall, twirling it in her hand in a way that spelled danger but was so incredibly sexy that Robin couldn’t help but stare.

The way they moved around each other was almost playful, a manic song and dance set to the club music, two cogs in a well oiled machine, each move matched with equal skill and prowess. It would have been beautiful, if it wasn’t so deadly.

The heat was unbearable. Robin stepped back, and Nancy watched as the girl ripped her button up off, the fabric literally tearing from her body. Robin threw the garment to the side, leaving her in only her bra. She sneered when she caught Nancy watching the flex of her muscles, bathed in silver light, her cheeks flushed.

This only ignited Nancy’s anger further and the girl lunged again, the metal making contact with Robin’s bare arm and sizzling on contact. She leapt back with a yelp, growling angrily, nostrils flaring, while Nancy flashed a devilish grin.

Nancy met her gaze evenly, an unfair apology in those ocean depths despite her sinister smirk. Robin was drowning. She wanted to scream in rage, but she had no air. She hesitated, and Nancy took her chance.

Pain bloomed across Robin’s back as she was thrown into the wall. Nancy’s arm was across her chest, the dagger held against her throat. The girl’s eyes were blazing. Robin’s skin burned and she squirmed under the pain of the silver. She glared at Nancy, the both of them panting, hair slicked back with sweat. She could feel Nancy’s breath hot on her face.

This was it. This was the end. She stared the angel of death in the face, even still finding her unbearably, heart wrenchingly beautiful. She pulled every ounce of stubborn charm into her expression.

“You don’t want to do this, princess,” she croaked, trying her hardest to maintain her calm and collected composure. Nancy stiffened, pressing the dagger more firmly to Robin’s throat. But as she watched the blood well around the blade, her hand shook.

“Fuck,” she swore, glaring at Robin like every aspect of the girl was personally offensive to her. “I really don’t.”

The dagger was pulled back, and then it plunged. Robin was prepared. She was ready to die at the hands of Nancy Wheeler—but the familiar sting of silver never came. Instead, the dagger sank into the drywall by her head.

Robin still felt as if her heart had been impaled as their lips connected in a fiery, bruising kiss. The growl in Robin’s chest died, softening into a low, desperate whine. Her hands found Nancy’s waist, pulling the girl closer until their bodies were flush against each other. Her skin, her chest, her stomach were all burning with want, with need, and she cried out as Nancy’s fingernails dug into the skin of her back, trailing down. She tasted blood and knew her fangs had cut Nancy’s lip, but evidently the girl did not care, because she only pushed Robin back further into the wall, her thigh pressed between Robin’s legs.

Robin’s breath steadied as Nancy pulled away, but she didn’t have much time to recover before soft lips rested over the burn on her throat, earning a hiss of pain. She heard a muffled, “I’m sorry,” before she had to bite her lip to hold back the indecent sounds that threatened to escape at the surprisingly wonderful way it burned. Nancy smirked dangerously when she finished leaving her mark, pupils blown as she stared with lidded eyes up at Robin.

“No. I want to hear,” she warned, and Robin could only nod. In seconds, Nancy was back to kissing and sucking the sensitive skin at the column of Robin’s neck, and a long, husky moan left the freckled girl’s lips.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” she groaned, tugging at Nancy’s belt loops. She swore she could feel Nancy smirk against her. Neither acknowledged the second meaning to the words.

“I’m going to eat you alive, Buckley.”

#this is the horniest thing I’ve ever written #you’re welcome #sapphic senate monster hunter au #ronance #werewolf robin buckley #monster hunter nancy wheeler #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #whiny robin #you know I had to have a hint of jealous Nancy too #anyway don’t look at me

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sky-kiss · 4 months

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You have made me horny for Dom Asmodeus. What am I supposed to do with this?? He's reality crushingly powerful, so there is no smut of him because no one is that stupid. 😭 I'm begging you. If you can find it in you. Please write some.

A/N: Woops. Hand slipped. /hands over my lore card Here. I don’t deserve this anymore. Woops. I sinned.

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Asmodeus x Baalphegor: Service

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She comes to him, wreathed in hellfire and starlight, this little thing with pale hair and dancing eyes. Baalphegor strides barefoot into the lowest depths of Hell, beautiful and untouchable by shadows and beasts alike. Nessus is his domain, an extension of his almighty will, and Asmodeus will not see her brought to harm. Not tonight.

Mephistopheles’ consort kneels at the foot of his throne. She is so delicate by devil-kin standards, standing far less than half his height. But she stares at him without fear, mischief dancing in her crimson eyes.

“You are far from home, Lady.”

Baalphegor chuckles, watching him through lowered lashes. “And if I said you were home to me, my King?”

“I would call you a liar.” Asmodeus tips his head to the side, the dark curtain of his hair falling across his chest. “But I would never find fault, fair one.”

She hums. Baalphegor climbs the step toward his throne, fetching up against his knees. He has learned his lesson with Bensozia; he will take no other consort. But Baalphegor is a pleasant indulgence, a trustworthy ally in a den of vipers. Odd and sweet. The she-devil plucks his hands from his knees, leading one to her hip and the other to her breast. There’s too significant a difference in their size: one hand spans the width of her waist, fingers capable of wrapping around the better part of her back.

“Come here to me, little one. It has been too long.”

Her breath catches, eager to obey her King. Asmodeus allows her to settle herself back to her chest. She will never take him, not like this, but…ah, the potential. The sweetness as she shivers for him, spreading her legs to nestle his cock against her core. His right-hand skirts along her thigh, fingers dragging along the sensitive flesh. Baalphegor chews her lip, her touch straying to his wrist. Clever girl, wise enough to know never to restrict him. Never her King.

“Oh, sweetling. You would not have come to me empty-handed. Never you. Most precious Baalphegor.” A whisper breathed into the darkness, into her mind. She shivers, arching back against him. “Shall we play our game, dear one? Your secrets,” he strokes between her legs, voice dipping lower. “For my touch.”

She purrs, rocking. “A generous offer. Always so generous. My Asmodeus.”

He chuckles, free hand curling around her throat. No, that note of possession would not do. A god could not be owned, even by such a pretty thing—sweet Baalphegor moans what little air she has left in her lungs.

“Now, dear one, let us try again. Nod if you understand.” She nods. Asmodeus chuckles, filling her mind with sharp pleasure to compliment the press of his fingers. “Good girl. A gift for your services, and then…” she pants into the darkness, grinding down, so desperate to work him towards arousal. So hungry for her King. “Your secrets. Tell me, pet. How does Mephistopheles fare?”

#asks #d&d asmodeus #d&d baalphegor #asmodeus x baalphegor #woops #bg3 smut #Asmodeus

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iy0v · 23 days

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Archives of Fana: in search of the man who sold the world

Remember that it was in the island of Babylon the boy was born,

And in the town surrounded by the two mountainous horns, the man was made and grown.

Nothing really happens by coincidence, just so that you know.

Here on this side of the ethereal grass,

Not everything is limited to the material, for energy is relative to mass.

Mesmerizing indeed how the atoms vibrate and dance,

In eternal praise of their Maker, such is their state of trance.

As for worldly success, power, and gold,

You've sampled them well, and have known their relatively hollow core,

For genuine fulfillment of your soul lies in something less, yet something worth more.

Verily in the Divine's sight alone, that your status may reach its highest floor,

its parable is of the gentle heart whose wealth feeds the poor,

who happens to be the custodian that knows well when to draw his sword,

and who happens to be the warrior who knows when to unleash the lion's roar.

Truth is stranger than fiction, and you may often find yourself being a conduit for a message that far exceeds one's understanding, even yours.

To the gates of hell you once ventured, to know the taste of the sky,

Yet in the abysses' beneath, you gazed upon the devil, a reality no mystic could deny.

Raised in Pharaoh's palace, every corner of it you know,

Behind the scenes, and the exterior's glamorous show.

The godless found their fleeting purpose in the consolidation of worldly power,

the amassing of materialistic gain, the pursuit of consumerism, and the worship of one’s own desires.

What's displayed outside, is but a seductive nevertheless a disguise,

and the tyrants' empire is built on illusion and lies.

remember the favor of your Lord, as you were saved from being led astray to join their pole,

Call it the west, or call it Rome, it is deemed to fall once more.

In one of their late philosopher’s fleeting legacy, he proclaimed: God is dead.

Rather, it is they who severed the tie, and went astray to propagate the lie.

Exalted is Whom no vision can grasp above all ignorance and pride.

Leveraging propaganda and subliminal suggestion of how to live, which ladder to climb and what's right and wrong.

Read this fiction, watch this show, all a scheme, to condition your tastes, and to chain your soul.

Remember and remind, Rome's debts will come due,

As the house of cards collapses, bathed in the very blood-river it drew.

Now even more so, exposed is the hearts of stone, no matter how hard they pretend,

with what they’re unleashed monstrosity to your besieged and persecuted kin in the holy lands

No remembrance for the sons of zion, inevitable is their appointment of doom,

But for the orphans of the fearless lions,

Glorious is their coming victory and their ever after bloom.

When everyone puts a price on their name,

We trust you'll be one of the few who put their moral code over material gain.

Every soul will be tested, yours will too,

Virtuous character must be exemplified, in honor of the Eternal True.

The heights of your soul must be conquered,

where else other than the mountain's peak is a better view?

Read the Holy writings, and From the oceans of Oneness rise anew.

When the servants of your adversary have sold their soul,

You must find the man who sold the world.

Join the lovers of God, and with them rejoice in these latter days,

From darkness into light, He guides your way,

So remember Him, that He may remember you, come what may.

#vault #poetry #iyov #the man who sold the world #fana #fanaa #tazkiya

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Part 2 of 3 of the music of Moonlight (episodes version)

Music featured in Episode 8: 12:04 AM (in order of appearance)

Drowning by the stereophonics (plays in the beginning when Shepherds gets taking to the execution chamber)

To Hell With The Devil by Jim Bianco (featured in the middle of the episode when Mick goes to see the sleezy producer’s house)

Keep my love by deep love (featured in the middle of the episode when Shepherd visits Drake)

Dark as love by Lucious redhead (featured in the middle of the episode when Beth goes snooping around Mick’s office)

Together by the Kin (featured at the end when Beth and Mick have their rooftop talk)

Together is also my one of my favorite songs of all time

Music featured in Episode 9: Fleur de Lis (in order of appearance)

Dead end street by Varano (featured in the beginning of the episode when Beth and Mick are stalking “Morgan”)

“I own her Mister St.John” ugh I don’t condone murder but I kinda wished the wife was able to at least seriously injure her husband

Look after you by the Fray (featured at the end of the episode when Morgan reveals she’s Coraline all along)

Music featured in Episode 10: Sleeping Beauty (in order of appearance)

I can’t find the song Josef was listening to when he has that party at Mick’s place after he has the murder attempt and IMDb doesn’t seem to have it either (this is like the middle of the episode)

Aurora by LAPUSH (featured at the end when Beth and Mick part ways in New York and we see flashbacks of Josef and Sarah)

Music featured in Episode 11: Live lasts forever (in order of appearance)

I’m unable to find the song at the beginning when Mick is working out to. According to IMDb I think it might be Here Comes The Pain by Paul Trudeau but it’s not on YouTube but I’m like 85% sure it’s that

Looking Back by ANGER MANAGEMENT (at the beginning of the episode when Josh is assaulted in the parking garage)

Calling You by Blue October (featured in the beginning/middle of the episode when Beth and Josh sleep together)

Los duenos de la Discoteca by JHOSY & BABY Q (heard in the middle just before the father daughter dance ) (I’m pretty sure it’s the song we only hear a snippet of it before they go to the father-daughter dance)

Las mananitas by Martyn Laight (just a brief snippet heard in the background of the father daughter dance in the middle of the episode. Then I’m pretty sure it’s re-used again for the end of the episode when Mick is raiding the bar)

Give me that thing by RENE BRIZUELA (heard in the middle when the police come to arrest Tejada at his daughters birthday)

Subterfuge by Adam Hamilton (featured towards the end of the episode when Mick goes to kill Tajda)

Used IMDb for this episode Shazam did not like a lot of these songs and couldn’t find them. I looked them up on YouTube to make sure they were the right song. I think I got them in the right spots

Will post the 3rd part sometime later idk when though.I’ve got some things to do later today and all day tomorrow. Might not be able to finish this until maybe next weekend.

#moonlight cbs #mick st. john #alex o'loughlin #cbs moonlight #moonlight tv #moonlight #beth turner #sophia myles #tv show #mick st john

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A swirl of orange light dances over the frozen ground. Addison sits cross-legged with their guitar in their lap, playing a particular series of notes and chords. A warm hat covers their curly orange hair, and a heavy cloak and scarf protect them from the cold. As Addison finishes the spell, a man appears amid the fading light, lying on the ground, asleep.

The cold begins to wake him. Addison quickly puts a blanket over him, and offers a vacuum flask full of hot coffee (non-caffeinated, so he can get back to sleep) and a handful of gold pieces.

"What the devil?" the man mumbles groggily. He's maybe 35, and looks completely normal - more human than Addison. The only thing suggesting he's fey are his slightly pointed ears.

"I'm sorry," Addison begins. "Let me explain. I'm a wizard, and I've summoned you to help me." (They're not a wizard. They never studied magic in a university, and no wizard casts spells by playing the guitar. But they don't really know what a wizard is.)

The man sits up, holding the blanket around himself, and peers around at the night. He doesn't seem too far from home (the mountains feel familiar) but there's no sign of civilization besides a campfire and some tents in the distance. He regards the money Addison offers him.

"Are you human, then?" he asks.

"I was hoping you could help me with that," Addison replies.

The man takes the coins, putting them in his nightshirt pocket. Through telepathy, Addison can sense he's starting to cotton on. (Maybe something like this has happened to him before?) He knows he's a changeling, and he knows how to deal with the fae.

"I'm trying to figure out if I'm human, or if I'm like you," Addison continues. "How do you know you're a changeling?"

The man's eyebrows go up. He's never been asked that before. He begins to think about his early childhood - it was much like Addison's. His parents knew something was wrong about him. They didn't love him as much as his brother and sister. He never acted right, never did what he was told, his schoolwork was bad, he was always getting in trouble...

"It's things like this," he says. "Magic works differently on me. You cast a spell to summon a fairy, right? And here I am. So I must be a fairy."

Addison ponders this. "There were never any signs in childhood?" they ask.

"No," the man says flatly. "I was a normal kid."

He's not lying. He believes his childhood was normal. People have argued with him before that his behavior was a sign of his fae nature, but he's met plenty of regular humans who misbehaved as kids.

"What sort of magic doesn't work on you?"

"Fairy-type things," the man says, still too groggy to be talkative. "Tricks. Illusions. Don't work on me. Folks back home just think I'm clever."

In his mind, Addison senses the memories of this man reacting to strangers. Most of the time, all he does is reassure his neighbors there are no illusions, but once in a while, he'll catch someone trying a trick. Addison's always wished they could be clever like that.

"Thank you," Addison says. "That's all I needed to know." With a wave of their hand, they send the man back where he belongs. Disappointed, they bring their flask and their guitar back to the camp, where their traveling companions are all sleeping.

Addison should be happy about this. Being human means they belong with their town and their family. It means their family should accept them, because they're normal. It means everyone who called them a freak and a monster was wrong. But that fellow, that changeling, he wasn't a freak or a monster either. And their mother wouldn't be happy to learn Addison really is her own kin.

They would have rather been a fairy. They look like one, and act like one. What good are they as a human? Being a fairy would have made so much more sense.

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Where There's Smoke, There's Fire

When Wyll had mentioned hunting down one of Zariel’s soldiers, Sikah had expected more of a challenge. She’d dealt with a handful of devils in her years and they were no easy feat. One could imagine the rogue’s confusion when the party stumbled across Karlach, the so-called “Advocatus Diaboli”, who was no devil, but a fellow tiefling. Perhaps Sikah had misunderstood Wyll’s words, for if she knew the task at hand was to hunt one of her own, she would not have agreed.

The woman seemed to pose no obvious threat and, from what Sikah had seen through their brief psychic connection, was rather similar to herself. Devils were no easy employer, with the tendency to craft fastidious agreements; and although her devilish dealings were nowhere near the hells Karlach had endured, she knew how unpleasant it was to do a devil’s bidding.

“Remind me again why we’re helping the woman Wyll insists on hunting down?” Gale whispered to Sikah as they followed behind their party, now accompanied by the barbarian.

“Karlach is as much a devil as I am,” Sikah responded shortly. “and I know all too well what it’s like to be seen as one, to be judged by the company you keep. She’s a victim of the Blood War the same as the refugees from Elturel, and I don’t plan on letting any of my kin down. Besides, we could use the muscle.”

The muscle was indeed needed whilst fighting the faux paladins of Tyr. Both Gale and Shadowheart’s spell-casting did minute damage as the opponents continuously cast a field of silence around them. Sikah’s arrows could only do so much against the opponents’ heavy armor and despite her dexterity, getting up close and personal for dagger attacks resulted in more detriment to her and less to the enemy.

As she was knocked to the ground by the helm of a longsword, Karlach stepped in front of her before the paladin could bring the blade to meet her skull. The collision with the barbarian’s axe sent the opponent’s weapon clattering to the ground, allowing time for her to cleave the man’s head off his shoulders in one fell swoop.

The taller tiefling looked over her shoulder, “Doing alright down there, soldier?”

Sikah looked up and nodded, trying her best not to stare.

Karlach was hot. In both the objective and subjective sense. Embers licked the ends of her hair and danced across her shoulders. Tattoos of infernal scrawl wrapped around her limbs, which only tempted Sikah to stare at her muscles more as she attempted to read them. Metallic valves were embedded in her scarred skin that emitted steam in sync with her breathing, the leather of her clothing straining as her chest rose and fell. Her thighs were practically ripping the haphazardly altered seams of her pants that were held together by the mercy of belts and buckles. The infernal engine in place of her heart flickered like candlelight, causing the beads of sweat that trailed down her deep, red skin to glisten as they mixed with the blood and viscera of her foes.

“I’d help you up but I don’t want you to burn yourself,” Karlach chuckled as she noticed the smaller tiefling’s fixated stare. “You sure you’re alright? Those bastards didn’t hit you too hard, did they?”

“No, I’m fine, just needed a minute,” Sikah finally stood up and brushed herself off. “Thank you, by the way.”

Karlach couldn’t remember the last time someone had thanked her. Hells, she couldn’t even recall the last time anyone had willingly helped her without being ordered to. War didn’t fuel much generosity, especially a war in Avernus.

“Don’t sweat it. I’m the one who asked for your help, and I’d be quite the arsehole to let them kill you.” She reached up to wipe sweat from her brow. “It's been a while since anyone has shown any sorta kindness toward ol’ Karlach, and it feels good to be bashing baddies with someone again. It gets lonely doing all the dirty work by yourself.”

“There’ll be plenty more baddies to bash where we’re headed if you care to join us,” Sikah glanced over her shoulder to where Shadowheart was healing Gale’s bleeding wounds. “We could use the extra muscle.”

“Fuck yes! Kicking ass, getting the tadpole out of my head, and good company? You sure know how to drive a hard bargain, I’m in!”

As they began their trek back to camp, Sikah couldn’t help but watch Karlach as she walked. The rouge hadn’t been piqued like this, in regards to someone rather than something, since her previous companion years ago. She couldn’t help but want to learn more about the infernal soldier, to listen to stories of her battles and the tales of her scars, to know the origins of her engine, and to solve the mysteries behind her fiery eyes. Maybe Sikah was being selfish by inviting the other tiefling to join their ranks, but she couldn’t extinguish the blaze of curiosity that burned within.

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