#eva writes | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

eva-cybele · 1 year

Text

moment's silence (explicit)

Aymeric was in an uncharacteristically foul mood. House Dzemael had leveraged its considerable influence in the House of Lords to block a new tax proposal that would have seen more gil allotted for the reconstruction of the Brume, he had uncovered some evidence that a few of his knights were harrassing foreign travelers, and he had less than half a bell before he would have to sit in on yet another meeting with the heads of the Church and likely make as much progress as he had the past several meetings – that is to say, none at all.

He raked one gloved hand through his hair and took a deep breath through his nose, attempting to marshal some sort of composure over his steadily blackening thoughts, when a knock sounded against the door to the Seat of the Lord Commander.

Irritation flashed through him again, renewed in its intensity. Half a bell, he had instructed the guard at his door that he was not to be bothered for half a bloody bell, and not five minutes into it, he already had a visitor.

He opened his mouth, unsure of whether the impulse to turn them away or the compulsion to hear what must, apparently, be very important business, when the door opened of its own accord.

The list of people in his life who dared enter his office without waiting for his acknowledgement was terribly short, and he braced himself for whatever mess Handeloup was about to drop in his lap, even as a tiny flame of hope flickered to life amongst the gloom of his day so far.

Like the sun breaking through the clouds, Kaede stepped through his door and closed it behind her.

Aymeric ran through a brief but passionate prayer of thanks to the Fury in his head as the love of his life strode across his office to lean over his desk, a somewhat impish smile playing on her lovely mouth. He wanted to stand and go to her, but the view afforded him at the moment was too good to move away from – the blouse she wore was significantly lower cut than her usual attire, and her arms folded beneath her breasts pushed them up in a way that could only be purposeful. So instead, he leaned forward and braced his hands on his knees, a smile blooming across his face as he met – and attempted to hold his gaze steadily on – her eyes.

“Gods, it’s good to see you.” The relief that colored his voice was stronger than normal, and Kaede’s expression shifted from coquettish to concerned, her eyebrows rising slightly.

“Bad day, love?”

“Yes, but it doesn’t warrant wasting breath on the recounting.” The very last thing he wanted was to spend precious time with her talking about obnoxious old nobles and stubborn bishops.

Kaede pushed herself to her feet, fully rounding his desk and placing herself between it and him, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

He couldn’t help but run an appreciative eye over her as she leaned back against his desk, comfortably within arm’s reach, but he didn’t dare put his hands on her, for fear he might never stop. “’Tis merely politics, I’m afraid. Full well do I wish it was aught else, that might be solved by someone else, or something other than endless discussion.”

She took another step forward, standing close enough that he could feel her legs brush against the inside of his thighs, looking deep into his eyes. “I did not mean Ishgard, Aymeric. I meant is there anything I can do to help you?”

Oh. A small chuckle escaped him as he lost his battle with his self-control and wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her closer. “Your presence has already vastly improved my mood, I assure you. I have a meeting with the Church in half a bell, but perhaps tonight…?”

Kaede stiffened slightly in his arms, and any brightness her appearance had granted him was swept away, replaced by a storm of frustration, as she spoke aloud what he already knew, “Unfortunately, I am expected in Ul’dah this evening.”

He leaned forward and buried his face against the side of her neck, groaning in annoyance. Hands ran through his hair, her nails dragging gently over his scalp, as she spoke again in a lower voice. “I was hoping to steal an afternoon, but if all we have is half a bell, then so be it.” Her hand found purchase against his shoulder and lightly pushed him back against the back of his chair.

He opened his mouth to ask what she meant – ‘twas not enough time to go home, and there were rather too many people in the Congregation still for any ilicit uses of his desk – but his tongue froze in his mouth when she sank, gracefully, to her knees before him.

The heaviness between his legs that had been present since her arrival grew suddenly unbearable, and he was distantly glad he was sitting down as the rush of desire left him light-headed in its wake.

Still, the practical side of his mind managed to assert itself despite the protestations of his body, and he dropped a hand to the top of her head as she shoved his coat out of the way and began picking free the lacing of his trousers. “Kaede – my love, please don’t misunderstand me – but is this wise?”

Bright blue eyes locked onto his as she leaned a cheek against his inner thigh, a sparkle of mischief in them. “Wise? No, probably not. But your desk is tall enough to hide me, is it not? The burden will be on you to act as if nothing is amiss. Plus,” she brushed her lips over the still-clothed bulge in his partially-undone pants, causing another spike of desire to lance through him, “I have been dreaming about your cock for three days now, and I refuse to wait any longer.”

Any protests he might have managed to make died unspoken on his lips as he dropped his head back against the solid wood of his chair.

Gods. She was going to kill him.

His cock sprang free into the cool air as she finished with the laces, and a shiver – half anticipation, half cold – ran through him as he watched her, enraptured. She sat back on her heels to admire her handiwork for a moment, then locked eyes with him as she ran her tongue, slowly, along the underside, from base to tip.

A deep groan threatened to rip itself free from his throat, and Aymeric hastily slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle it. The walls of the Congregation were thick, yes, but not that thick.

Kaede chuckled, then pressed another chaste kiss against the side of his shaft, still looking at him. “Have I ever told you,”she began, and then interrupted herself with another brush of her lips over sensitive, throbbing flesh, “that I think,” another and gods he was going to go insane, “that your cock is the most beautiful I’ve ever seen?”

His mind abruptly blanked at the unexpected praise, and it took him a moment to realize that the demon woman between his legs was actually waiting for a response. Taking a long, deep breath through his nose, Aymeric dropped his hand from his mouth to the back of Kaede’s head, stroking her hair. “Perhaps, once or twice,” he murmured.

‘Twas unusual for his wife to speak overmuch when she could put her mouth to – according to her – better uses, but she had apparently woken up with a mind to drive him out of his mind.

“Well, it bears repeating.” An absolutely devious grin broke across her features, and Aymeric’s heart jumped into his throat in anticipation at the sight. “Thick, but not so thick that I can’t do this –” and then she took him in her mouth, deep, until the tip of his cock brushed the back of her throat, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from making a noise that was altogether unholy. Unable to help himself, he clenched his hand in her hair as she worked lips and tongue over him, all his concentration on keeping his hips still and his damned traitor mouth firmly shut.

Of course, of course, that was the moment the Fury chose to spite him, specifically, and another knock thumped heavily against his door.

Kaede froze, her eyes snapping up to his in challenge, as she relaxed her mouth around him but – gods damn her – did not release him. For one long heartbeat, he stared down at her, and then took a deep, shuddering breath, moving his coat to cover her head with hands that only barely shook, before settling them on the arms of his chair.

He cleared his throat, and called out a somewhat-hoarse “Yes?”

The man stationed to guard his office today – and in Aymeric’s ruffled state, he could not manage to remember the man’s name – stepped in and saluted sharply. “Apologies, Lord Commander, I know you instructed that you were not to be disturbed, but we received word from the Vault that today’s conference has been canceled, due to illness of one of the bishops you were to meet with. I thought that you would like to know as soon as possible.”

Halone had a sense of humor as wicked as his wife’s today, apparently.

Aymeric gave the man a sharp nod. “That is much appreciated, thank you. I will be heading home within the bell, then. You are dismissed.”

The knight saluted yet again, and then hesitated, casting eyes around the room. Too late, Aymeric realized that this was the man who had admitted Kaede to his office not ten minutes prior, and had not seen her leave.

Squaring his jaw and doing his absolute damnedest to ignore the wet heat that still surrounded his cock, Aymeric raised an eyebrow at the man. “Is there something else?”

“I thought that…” He trailed off, and abruptly averted his eyes, stammering in embarrassment. “Ah…no, ser. Apologies for disturbing you, Lord Commander, ser. Excuse me.” With that, the young knight all but fled Aymeric’s office, closing the heavy door behind him.

The door had barely settled in its frame when his hand found the back of Kaede’s head again, this time pulling her up to claim her mouth with his own, hungry and nearly shaking with supressed need. His other hand delved into her shirt, cupping one breast and rolling its peak between his fingers, gratified at the way her swollen lips gasped against his mouth.

When she broke the kiss, looking perhaps a touch less composed than she had, Aymeric let out a breathless laugh. “My love, have you gone utterly mad?”

Kaede wrinkled her nose at him in amusement, but made no move to pull away from his wandering hands. “Fine words from the man who once carried on a conversation with Artoirel de Fortemps with three fingers buried inside me.”

The memory dragged a smile to his face, and he made to pull her more firmly onto his lap. “Point taken. Gods. I have half a mind to take you right here, and damn the consequences. Thank the Fury we have time to go home before we scandalize any more of my knights.”

Small but deceptively strong hands braced against his shoulders, and Kaede dropped her head, looking up at him through her eyelashes. “Let me finish what I started first? Please?”

Aymeric swallowed, hard, against the tidal wave of desire that rose up in him again. Everything in him wanted her spread out under him, open and aching and gasping out his name, wanted her as undone as she’d made him… but he could deny her nothing.

In lieu of a response, he drew her back into a kiss, gentler this time, and then released her to settle back in his chair.

As she took her place before him again, she favored him with a beautifully warm smile. “I have wanted to do this for years, you know. I used to get so distracted when we’d have to meet you here, unable to think of anything but how well I’d fit between your knees.”

She had mentioned, in the past, how distracting she occasionally found the way he sat, but Aymeric had no idea that the fascination ran so deep or so long. His cock throbbed and ached as she bent down to it again, her tongue laving over the fluid that had collected at its tip in her absence. The idea that she had wanted him as long as he had wanted her was heady, intoxicating. “You might have – ah, mentioned it. Before this. Perhaps when I was telling you how often I’d thought of you bent over my desk.”

A quiet, throaty laugh vibrated around his cock, and it nearly drove him over the edge by the sound alone. Drawing back for a moment, her smile grew mischievious again. “Was merely waiting for the right moment.” Words apparently exhausted, Kaede went back to her task with renewed enthusiasm, utilizing lips and tongue and teeth to drive him higher and higher, but never quite over the edge, until he was all-but arched off of his chair to press himself more firmly into her mouth, his hand fisting helplessly in her hair as the other fought in vain to keep his gasps and moans contained.

He was strung taut like a bowstring pulled too far, but the thing that broke him was the sound of a soft moan all around him, and the realization that one of Kaede’s hands had disappeared between her own legs. His breath caught and stars exploded in his vision as a torrent of desire overtook him, sweeping him along with it until all he could do was hold on for dear life.

Aymeric came back to himself slowly, the tide receding and leaving him shaking and spent, but not so much that he could not slide one shaking hand beneath Kaede’s chin and pull her back to her feet, to collapse inelegantly against him, lips tangled and tasting himself on her tongue.

His other hand seized the one that had been moving between her legs, lacing his fingers with hers. As she drew back from him, the smile on her face was shaky but smug, looking deeply proud of herself.

“We are going home,” he told her, his voice growing stronger as he spoke, “and I am going to spend the rest of the afternoon with my face between your legs.”

He watched in amusement as her eyes widened slightly and her cheeks flushed pink beneath her scales, but she held onto her bravado, lifting her chin and holding his gaze. “I’ll hold you to that, ser.”

She slipped out of his arms to perch on the edge of his desk and watch as he relaced his trousers and attempted to put himself back into some sort of order, making no effort to do the same with the rather rumpled mess he’d made of her ponytail. After a few moments – and a brief moment of distraction to steal another kiss while he had her at hand – he offered her his arm and had to force himself to shorten his stride, in order to not drag her after him in his haste.

As they left his office, the guard – Raitremont, his name was Raitremont – did not look over, staring resolutely ahead, even when Kaede offered him a grin and a small wave. Though Aymeric could have sworn he saw the edges of a blush beneath his helmet.

They stepped out into the bracingly cold afternoon air, and Aymeric shot an incredulous look down at Kaede. “Who is this minx and what have you done with my wife?”

Kaede arched an eyebrow at him. “Are you complaining?”

“Gods no. Not in the slightest. Merely wondering if I should prepare myself for such madness more often.” Fury have mercy, he hoped so.

“Well, I suppose that depends on you, and how… thoroughly you keep your promises this afternoon.” Kaede tucked a stray lock of hair behind her horn, and shrugged.

“My lady de Borel,” Aymeric dropped his voice as he murmured the title, and was pleased to see Kaede respond with a sharp inhalation of breath, “is that a challenge?”

A wide, wicked grin flashed across her face, and he was slightly mesmerized to see that her lips were still a bit swollen from earlier. “Perhaps.”

‘Twas all he could do to wait until they crossed the threshold into the foyer to scoop her up into his arms and carry her, laughing, into their bedroom.

#have some smut #if you know the song you know what's gonna happen in the story lmao #wolmeric #eva writes #daughters of dusk and dawn #sons of ice and fury #aymeric de borel #warrior of light

22 notes · View notes

ad-astrah · 8 months

Text

Just workin' on a thing...

Crowley doesn’t know where he’s going when he speeds away from that blessed bookshop, just that he needs to move and he needs to get away. Even with his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel, he’s hardly paying attention to the actual task of driving, letting the Bentley do most of the work for him. It doesn’t mind. With his car doing the hard bit, Crowley is free to surreptitiously wipe his totally dry, not-at-all-red-and-puffy-from-crying eyes beneath his dark tinted glasses.

He stares ahead blankly as the car flies down the narrow streets of London, occasionally grumbling unintelligibly and squirming impatiently in his seat, until he realizes they’re driving past the British Museum…down Tottenham Court Road…St. Patrick’s and Soho Square Garden and–

“Hold on, what in Heaven do you think you’re doing?” he snarls at the car just as it turns down an all-too-familiar road with a quaint little record shop and a certain coffee shop with far-too-long a name and–

He growls as he stomps on the gas, races past That Place, and yanks the steering wheel to the right. His heart is racing and there’s a bit of a ringing in his ears for a moment until he gets a few streets away.

“What was that?” He demands of the car. “We are not going back there! There’s nothing there for us!” he yells. “...not anymore.”

The car gives a tentative rev of its engine. Now normally, one could not describe the rev of an engine in any situation as ‘tentative’ for it is usually done quiet on purpose or quite on accident, but never quite so uncertainly. However, this is not a normal situation and Crowley’s Bentley is not a normal Bentley, or a normal car, for that matter. It has a personality all its own. And in this moment, the Bentley couldn’t help but show a bit of that personality in the way it tried to argue most respectfully with Crowley that they should go back.

Crowley blinks in disbelief. The Bentley had never been quite so opinionated before. “What part of ‘no’ do you not understand? I can’t go back there.”

At this point in their conversation, any normal observer would have heard nothing but the gentle hum of the car as it continues along the streets of London, but Crowley hears the question in the rumblings of his precious antique car and frowns. “I’ll keep sleeping in here like I’ve been doing.” A leafy quivering from the backseat makes Crowley spin around to glare at the plants huddled in the back seat in sad little cardboard boxes. “Oh, so even the plants don’t want me now, is that it?”

#first bit of fic I've written in a while that I don't hate #good omens #crowley #good omens fanfic #fanfic #eva writes

7 notes · View notes

dukeofthespleen · 1 year

Text

forever, this time

now that i've got my main blog all situated, i offer the fruits of my november fusehound hyperfixation:

#fusehound #apex fusehound #apex fuse #apex fanfic #fusehound fanfic #apex legends #eva writes

4 notes · View notes

ra-ra-rum-ma-ma · 2 years

Text

I’ve just started watching One Piece with @multimuse-online and I have to admit, I’ve been sleeping like this. The characters are some of the most diverse I’ve ever seen and the story is fascinating!

#one piece #Eva writes

4 notes · View notes

queenie-the-court-jester · 16 days

Text

break up with your boyfriend

Yandere trans!fem cheerleader x fem reader

It was so shittily made but I need to pump out more fics or else my blog will die. Thank you all for 1k followers though! I'll rewrite this in the future maybe

Tw: mentions of blackmailing, nsfw, slight breeding kink, batshit crazy girlfriend,not proofread, another oc mentioned!?🌺

💄Eva saccharine has been your girlfriend since she first started transitioning. You helped her style her hair, do her nails, pick her clothes, find good makeup, anything she needed to feel like the real her. So when freshman year rolled in, it came as no surprise to you she fit right in with the clique.

💐Ofcourse you had your fears she'd choose them over you but that wasn't the case, because she'd make you eat lunch with them and sit on her lap, not so subtly humping your ass while talking all about cheer practice

🛍️boys wanted to date her, girls wanted to be her. She just wanted you, to just be the two baddest bitches on the block. It didn't matter if you were just like her or the complete opposite, she gushed over you. Praising you for being her good girl, her sweet little princess, her obedient pocket pussy-

💄but at this current moment? She was busy bullying your insides, forcing her fat cock into your slippery hole as she held you steady by your waist. Biting and groaning everytime she'd feel you squeeze that certain spot on her dick

"fu-uuckkk.. baby cakes, 'yer squeezin' me so goood.. ah.. hah.. you wouldn't mind if I pumped a few babes into your tight cunny right? Wanna be my baby mama?"

💐that made you squeeze tighter, holding onto the bedsheets for dear life. She had you face down, ass up and damn near breaking your back with how hard she was going. Hearing the normally composed and playful eva turn into a drooling pussy-drunk mess had you feeling butterflies, just going plap play plap-

🛍️let's just say, by the end of it, you couldn't walk for days afterwards. But no amount of hickies and perfume would be able to scare away a rather persistent guy. He was on the football team, star quarterback, rich asshole. sam white. Eva hated his guts, he thinks he can just waltz in and steal her bitch? Not on her watch.

💄this little feud had been going on for a while, and more times than you could count you've been caught in the crossfire. Though it was kinda funny, seeing them screeching insults at eachother and bickering. Eva would sassily flick her blonde hair and grab you by the collar of your neck, Dragging you away while Sam hooted and hollered at your retreating form

💐you never questioned her morbid fascination with anything horror or paranormal related. She was just obsessed with regular girl things. wanting you to help her summon a demon once, but you aren't that stupid, making blood pacts with them could result in very unsavory ending's and you quite cherished your soul and body

🛍️Eva has more than one account on different social medias, pretending to be multiple different people and Stalking your posts. She'd slide into your dms and flirt, seeing if you'd really cheat on her. She's so happy when you instantly block the account, guess you'll survive not being sent to her basement for another week

💄she has the audacity to grab a frilly pink pen and make you wear clothes that purposely shows off what she wrote. In bright bold lettering, Eva's little cum dump ♡ . Maybe she'll let you bring a jacket, only if you beg her really hard with those big doe eyes she loves. She put a collar and leash on you too

💐don't try breaking up with her, she takes 'they go low, I go lower" to another level. Threatening to post pictures of you in rather compromising positions. When did she record all of this? Who knows. She won't refrain from spreading nasty rumors of you that just force you to come sobbing into her arms, if you try and get comfort from somebody else she won't hesitate to eliminate them. Don't you see? She's the final girl, and you're her love Interest

"I told you not to run pretty baby.. now look what you've done. I gotta fix your mess up~.."

moral of the story: be a loyal loving girlfriend and she'll spoil you rotten with her daddy's black card ♥️

893 notes · View notes

mssoapart · 29 days

Text

Day 7

Free-day (Out of order and late) Alenoah as Sherlock/Moriarty.

I like it when two characters play mind games and scheming against or with each other.

I didn`t plan to create an AU, but – my rant and bits of literature/character analysis (The Vision). Also, draw concept sketch.

Noah (Detective Sherlock Holmes). I mean, they're both geniuses, introverts who don't care about social opinion and some versions depicted him as being good with dogs. In Victorian England, I totally see Noah opening a detective agency, because you either go working on a plant or you might use your geniuses’ intelligence to solve crimes, like game puzzles, and make monies to pay bills and buy new books because in 1800 many books were expensive and produced in small quantities.

Plus! I might look at this too far, but I think the Sherlock and Watson analogy was implemented in London episode when they strip team Chris just to Noah and Owen for investigation.

Owen (Dr. Watson). Basically in the original books, Watson plays the role of the guy, your typical visual novel MC, well narrator, who has character, but his whole purpose is just to be a witness to detectives doing, asking questions for the audience. This leads to usually representing Watson as either annoyed with Sherlock's antics or (usually in kids' media) naïve but with good intentions because of this simplification, to show his kindhearted nature in cartoons and caricatures he is portrayed as chubby, which is what we need! But all of them did service in the Anglo-Afghan War, even Disney version mentioned it. (Also if you want to do Nowen version of Jhonlock I don`t mind, sure go for it)

Alejandro (professor Moriarty). Do I really need to explain? Both archvillains in their stories. Professor, respected in society for his talent and achievements, wealthy, but behind all of that façade he`s "Napoleon of crime". He doesn’t usually do crimes himself but rather, schemes, orchestrates the events, or provides the plans that will lead to a successful crime, like paying money to a court so that someone can be released from prison.

Heather (Irene Adler). OK, in the original books (all books written not by Arthur Conan Doyle are basically fanfics) her character and Sherlock don`t date (But if you like, it`s fine). She was more like “I know what you are” towards him. I want to base it more on Warner Bros Sherlock where Irene works with Moriarty, but they also try to get rid of each other. She is also famous for blackmailing royals, If it isn`t most Heather thing I don`t know what is.

Eva (Mrs. Hudson). The landlady. I think it would be funny, she yelling at them to pay their bills in time.

See you next week

#total drama #td noah #td alejandro #alenoah #td heather #td owen #td eva #alenoahweek2024 #english not my first language #write it at night #i probably should have made several posts #I just combined two things that I love #sorry Eva #Sorry about the rant I try to restrain myself

477 notes · View notes

shawsimmer · 2 months

Text

probably the messiest save i have, but enjoy some of the wholesome moments!!

#i’m too lazy to write all of the lore w this fam #it’s so wild #but look at how cute they look 🥺#eva may be married to another man but she still keeps…in touch w kato iykwim #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #simblr

467 notes · View notes

c2-eh · 4 months

Text

strayed red strings on ao3

hanahaki disease series, charles leclerc/carlos sainz jr, 24.7k, completed. posted in 2022, edited in 2024

part 1 - you made flowers grow in my lungs; charles' pov, 12.1k, M

Charles' eyes water from the force of his coughing and gagging. He tried to supress it, but to no avail. His throat was hurting so, so much. If Charles were to explain the pain, he’d say it felt as if somone put embers in it. Hot, scratching and burning his throat. His hands were clutching the sink of his bathroom, while he tried to breathe through his nose. This was getting harder each day and he hasn’t even reached the last stage. Or: Charles has Hanahaki disease and tries to deal with it without telling Carlos.

part 2 - a bouquet of unsaid i love yous; post hanahaki, carlos' pov, 12.6k, E

Carlos loved flowers, always found them beautiful when he was younger. He was the kind of guy to buy flowers for his mom, sisters or his significant other just to see a smile blossom on their faces the same way those flowers did. It probably came from the times when he was a little kid – growing up, he usually saw his father giving flowers to his mom, whether it was on some special occasion, or it was just ordinary day and he wanted to show his love to her. However, Carlos hates flowers now.

#charlos #charlos fic #f1 rpf #eva writes #carlos sainz jr #charles leclerc #they are much better now that i edited them. not the best but better #i finally found time to fix as much as i could. i wanted to keep the plot the same sooo yeah :)#no matter what i do this does not show up in the tag so yeah. guess tumblr hates me or whatever #1655 #c2

61 notes · View notes

eva-eyre · 4 months

Text

story info post!

basically I have a book i’m writing called Veil Entwined! it’s partly a romance and takes inspiration from a lot of my favorite novels like Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights, so I suppose you can expect some gothic elements! It also makes use of the motif Death and the Maiden, though I really can’t say anything more about that part lest I spoil it!

the main two characters are Alice Alcott and Victor Earnshaw! Alice is a young adult who has in the beginning of the story run away from her abusive parents in order to finally gain her own independence, and is eventually saved by Victor when she is subdued by a raging snowstorm! if it’s not already plain to see, these are our love interests. I’m still working a lot on the world building aspect and it’s most certainly going to go through many drafting phases, but hopefully I’ll post more updates as I go along!

on this blog, all things related to the characters and story will be under the tag #veil entwined

#veil entwined #eva writes #writing #writer #writerblr #gothic romance #gothic romanticism #gothic literature #gothic inspiration #gothic #original character #original characters

7 notes · View notes

evadwrites · 1 year

Text

tessa forgive me for the new idea i wanna write

okay but what IF

the marauders era slytherins au with the secret history vibes??

narcissa black

dorcas meadowes

rodolphus lestrange

rabastan lestrange

evelyn zabini

pandora rosier

andromeda black

regulus black

sirius black

bellatrix black.

tom riddle’s Ten—the students who have shown the most promise during their studies at hogwarts and were therefore admitted to the Riddle Magic Conservatory after their graduation. all purebloods, all from the most prominent magical families the Wizarding Britain has ever known. with all of their parents having studied under riddle, being among the Ten is something they’ve worked their entire lives.

The Ten.

ten purebloods.

ten sacred twenty-eight.

ten slytherins.

until, one day, Ten becomes Eleven, or Ten And, when lily evans—a muggle-born gryffindor—is admitted to the Riddle Magic Conservatory to learn the magic that knows no bounds.

The Ten, she finds out, know no bounds, either.

it starts with a ten, and with the sudden appearance of lily, it becomes eleven. only it was never supposed to be eleven. so when one of the eleven mysteriously disappears and the balance inside the Riddle Magic Conservatory is restored to its original Ten, it feels almost fateful. except for the part where it tears the remaining ten apart.

#narlily #narcissa x lily #narcissa black #lily evans #the lestrange brothers #literally all of the black cousins #pandora lovegood #mrs zabini #evelyn zabini #dorcas meadowes #a splash of #dorcissa #marauders #marauders au #eva rambles #eva writes #or will she?

44 notes · View notes

eva-cybele · 1 year

Text

wolmeric week day 4: date

Kaede sat on the edge of a small half-wall in the Jeweled Crozier, dangling her feet over the abyss as she stared morosely at the broken half of her dark knight soul crystal. The mystery that was Myste hung heavy in the back of her mind, floating amongst the ache of grief and guilt that his appearance had dredged up to the surface. She had left him in Falcon’s Nest under Sid’s care, but could not seem to banish him from her mind, even upon her return to Ishgard.

If she went home like this, Aymeric would worry. Better to get herself reassembled into something approaching sanity before she did.

Home… The thought tugged a small smile to the corner of her mouth despite the malaise that lingered in her heart. Not long ago, home might have been the Rising Stones, or her mother’s home on the south shore of Bronze Lake. Never would she have guessed it would mean the grey stone streets of Ishgard, or a modest manor house on the edge of the Pillars.

Sighing, Kaede tucked the broken black crystal into the pouch that still held two other stones, one a brilliant red and the other a pale blue.

“There you are. I was beginning to think that you had left the city.”

Startled out of her reverie, Kaede whipped her head around to find herself face-to-face with the exact man she had been – well. Not avoiding, but… delaying seeing.

Aymeric lowered himself to sit on the wall next to her, though he – perhaps wisely – kept his boots on the side that had solid stone ground, rather than churning open air. The contrast was not lost on her. Always he was the steady one, unshaken even by great upheaval, and she was always flitting hither and yon, blown about by the winds of fate.

Shaking her head to clear it of such spiralling thoughts, she leaned back to catch his eye, covering his hand where it lay on the wall with her own. With effort, she summoned a smile to her face that she hoped did not look as wan as it felt. “Hi. I did, actually, for a little while. Just to Falcon’s Nest, to help a friend with something.”

Black brows knit themselves together as Aymeric studied her face, and she couldn’t help but turn away from his scrutiny. Foolish, to think she could hide anything from him, honestly.

The expected inquiry about her state of mind did not come, however. Perhaps he trusted her to come to him with it in her own time. Instead, he reached over and tucked a loose lock of hair back into her braid, his hand lingering a moment longer than was strictly proper. “Full glad am I that you returned in time, then. I would hate for my plans for the evening to go unfulfilled.”

Glancing back over at him, Kaede chewed on her lower lip in thought, trying to remember if he had mentioned anything that morning as they’d gotten out of bed. Aside from perhaps being a bit more affectionate and loathe to leave for his meetings than usual, she could think of nothing that was out of the ordinary.

At a loss, she tilted her head at him in curiosity. “Plans?”

Aymeric’s eyes crinkled a bit on the edges in suppressed amusement. “So you have forgotten the date, then. I thought that perhaps you might. Pray allow me to refresh your memory – exactly one year ago today, you, my dearest, accepted an invitation to dinner.”

Seven hells.

She was not overly accustomed to the tracking of time – with the busy nature of her life, timekeeping seemed a trifling matter, but there were a few dates that she should probably attempt to remember. This one neared the top of that list.

Sensing her mounting alarm, Aymeric ran a gloved palm over her scaled cheek, drawing her attention back to him. “You needn’t panic. I know full well how rigorous are the demands on your time, and how insignificant the tracking of the days compared to those demands. I merely wished to spend a quiet night in good company.”

His echo of her own words back to her, even a year on, made a small smile flicker across her face. “Still. I should have remembered, I’m sorry. It’s an important day to me, too.”

One year, much of which she had spent in Ala Mhigo or Doma, fighting the Empire, with only the occasional letter to grant her the company of his words, if not the rest of him. These two weeks in Ishgard were the longest that she’d ever spent in his presence, uninterrupted by anything more pressing than interminably-long meetings.

Or one of our soul crystals snapping in half and the arrival of a boy who looked like nothing less than the lovechild of Haurchefant and Ysayle –

She violently wrenched her attention back to Aymeric, refusing to allow that thought to take hold. This was not the time. Forcing herself into a smile, she leaned her cheek more fully into his hand. “What did you have in mind? I am completely at your disposal, my lord.”

A small amount of worry still lurked in the back of Aymeric’s gaze, but he seemed content to let it lie for now. Instead, he stood, and held out a hand. “All you need do is accompany me, my lady, and I will show you.”

Curiosity drew her along as surely as her hand in his, and she did not miss the stares of various passersby as they walked hand-in-hand down to the aetheryte plaza. Their relationship was – not exactly a secret, there was very little in Ishgard that was truly secret – but not something either of them flaunted, either. The gesture felt like a small, public declaration, in a way, and the idea made Kaede’s heart squeeze uncomfortably tight.

She had no further time to ponder the ramifications of such a thing, however, as they arrive at the aetheryte and Aymeric lifted his hand to it.

Teleportation magic gathered around them both, and Kaede surrendered to the feeling, allowing herself to be whisked away on the same current that bore Aymeric towards whatever destination he had in mind.

When the magic faded, the first feeling to register was that of a cold wind against her face – far colder, even, than the icy summer breeze that had been blowing in the city they had left. Taking a deep breath, she noted the thinness of the air, and opened her eyes to see they had arrived in none other than Moghome, on the edge of the Churning Mists.

A large blue blanket was spread on the edge of the floating island that anchored the aetheryte, looking out over the western skies as the sun sank into the sea of clouds below them. A picnic basket, with a bottle of wine next to it, sat at the edge, next to a few more blankets and – travel supplies?

A quiet kweh accompanied a familiar beak bump against her shoulder, and Kaede looked up and behind to see Narcissus, her chocobo, shifting his weight back and forth as he looked at them expectantly, some of her typical traveling gear hanging from his saddlebags.

Kaede shot a confused look over at Aymeric as she reached up to scratch Narci’s neck. “What is all this?”

Aymeric tugged her by the hand over to the blanket, pulling her down with him as he sat. “Well, I was quite taken with the view here, the first time I saw it. I remembered how much I wished that we had more time to spend here, without impending doom hanging over our heads. So I thought it might be a welcome change to leave the city for a day or two.”

Curling her body closer to his for warmth, Kaede smiled up at Aymeric and shoved the memories of that particular impending doom – the dread and uncertainty that they would be able to save Estinien, made all the worse by her previous repeated failures – to the back of her mind.

“Sounds lovely, honestly. And you brought food? When did you have the time to set all this up, anyway?” While she had been moping and wandering around with Sid and Rielle, he’d been planning something sweet, and the thought only made her feel all the more guilty.

A look of surprise bloomed across Aymeric’s features, and then settled into an expression she could only describe as sheepish. “Ah. Well… Perhaps I had rather fewer meetings today than I might have led you to believe. Pray forgive my deception.”

As Aymeric handed her a meat pasty, still warm to the touch from the softly glowing fire crystals in the bottom of the basket, she wrinkled her nose at him in amusement. “I suppose I’ll let you get away with it this time, considering it was for a good cause.” She took a bite of the meat pie, and hummed in appreciation. Okeanis, one of her favorites. “You know, if you were going for the real adventurer experience, you wouldn’t have packed food nearly this good.”

Aymeric chuckled and reached back for a blanket, wrapping it around both of them. With the heated basket nearby, and hot food, it was almost cozy, even though the air still fair burned in her lungs. “I saw no need for either of us to deprive ourselves of comfort, tonight least of all.”

Quiet fell as they both tucked into their dinner, staring out in companionable silence at the brilliantly colorful sunset, until shadows fell across the island. A glass of wine found its way into her hand, and Kaede leaned her head against Aymeric’s arm as slowly, the stars began to emerge from beyond the curtain of dusk.

The perfect moment of peace began to crystallize as Aymeric cupped her cheek and leaned down, his breath warm against her lips, and then –

Narci, who had been happily munching on a basket of fruits, let out a loud KWEH and stamped the ground, and suddenly a chorus of frantic kupos echoed all around them as from every rock and crevice, moogles came tumbling out, only to fly like drunken bumblebees back towards Moghome, while Narci puffed up his snowy white feathers in indignation.

Fuzzy little shites. Aymeric sighed, rubbing his forehead in irritation. "Perhaps you might know of a place to make camp where we are less likely to be disturbed?"

Kaede dropped her forehead to his collarbone and laughed. “I’m sure I can think of something.” The temptation to suggest that they head home to the comfort of their bed was strong, but the allure of there being no one else around to make demands on their time was even sweeter.

Together, they packed up the blankets and wine, and Kaede swung herself up onto Narci’s back, pleased to feel Aymeric’s warmth press firmly against her back as he mounted behind her. The last time they’d done this, she’d been a touch disappointed at how proper and polite he’d been, his hands not wandering even a little.

This time, though, there was no such disappointment, and more than once she almost forgot what she was meant to be doing, as they flew over the Churning Mists. The northern half of the island cluster was still too densely populated by the mad remnants of Nidhogg’s brood, but the southern half was nigh-to-infested with bloody moogles, and Kaede didn’t want to disturb Hraesvelgr at Zenith or Shiva’s shrine. In the end, only one good option presented itself, and Kaede turned Narci towards the small clearing where she’d made camp with Ysayle and the others, so long ago now.

No sooner had they dismounted than Aymeric caught her by the shoulders and pulled her into a heated kiss, one made all the more fervent by the delay.

By the time he released her, she felt dizzy, though whether it was the kiss, the wine, or the thin air, she wasn’t sure. Regardless of the reason, she was loathe to let him go, even though one of them really should scout the area, and someone needed to build a fire, and pitch the tent, and…

A thumb brushed over her cheek scales. “Shall we make camp, then?”

She sighed in disappointment, and nodded, reluctantly loosening her grip on his coat. “We should. Fortunately, as we flew over, I didn’t see any dragons or meliae nearby. And Narci makes for a pretty good watch-bird, as you saw.”

Aymeric smiled as he stepped back and busied himself with unpacking the tent and bedroll. “Why did he react like that to a bunch of harmless moogles?”

After setting a few alarm mammets around the perimeter and seeing to Narci’s greens and water, a quick survey of the area yielded enough tinder for a small fire. “Oh, a few of them tried to dye his tailfeathers purple. I don’t think he would have minded that overmuch, except then they pulled a few out. Ever since then, he’s had a vendetta. Hells hath no fury like a chocobo scorned. Especially a vain one with a brand new bald spot.” As she talked, Kaede focused her aether into a much weaker version of a verfire spell. The small flame was the best she could do without a focus, but it was enough to catch the dry leaves and small branches, with rather less effort than flint and steel.

“Well, in that case, I don’t believe I can blame him in the slightest.” Tent pitched – and as neatly and quickly as if she’d done it herself – Aymeric came to join her at the fire. “Have you camped here before? It seemed as if you had this place in mind from the first.”

Kaede hesitated as she looked around the clearing, seeing Ysayle, Estinien, Alphinaud, and Marz almost as clearly as if the Echo had shown them to her again. “I… Yes. The last night, before we met with Hraesvelgr, we made camp here. ‘Twas the last time we were all together. After that, Ysayle had her crisis of conscience, then Marz tried to leave after we slew Nidhogg, and then…” She sighed, drawing her knees up to her chin and resting her arms on them. “It was nice. There was bickering, of course, but it was comfortable, by then. Even between Estinien and Ysayle.” The ache in her heart from earlier rose up again, and this time would not be forced back down. “She deserved better than to die alone at the hands of the damned Imperials. All so we could get to Azys Lla.”

She felt, rather than saw, Aymeric’s wince. “She did. I regret every day my part in sending you to that place. It cost you one dear friend, and nearly cost both of us another.”

Leaning her weight against his side, she shook her head. “I would have gone anyway. You asking was just a formality.” She sighed, and stared at the fire. “It had to be done, but Estinien was right, when he said that vengeance takes more than it gives.”

In avenging Haurchefant, she lost Ysayle. In ending the cruelty of the Heaven’s Ward, she caused the suffering of those who loved them. Never had that been more apparent than today, when she was faced with Ser Ignasse’s cousin. Even twisted into primals, without hope of redemption, still they had families. Mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, daughters and sons.

An act alike to patricide, he called it once. As if we were merely the weapon, and his the hand that wielded it.

She had always been too afraid to broach that topic. It was too large, her hatred for the man too deep, her regard for Aymeric too important to her.

It was just another sin, piled upon many.

Quietly, above her head, Aymeric’s voice caught her attention. “There was nothing you could have done. She made her choice. We all did.”

Somehow, she did not think he was speaking solely of Ysayle.

Swallowing back a lump of grief, the words slipped out before she could bite them back: “I’m sorry. About your father.”

A deep sigh huffed out into the cold night air, and from the corner of her eye, she saw Aymeric cast a look up into the heavens, as if searching for answers he had yet to find on solid ground. “As am I, believe me. I do not pretend to understand the choices he made, and I wish that things could have gone differently, but – he was lost long ago. It was… mercy. And I thank you for it. I regret that it is you who has had to bear so much of the weight of his choices, most of all.” Aymeric pressed a kiss against the crown of her head, and the tender gesture almost broke the dam of sorrow that she had been building for the last two years, but it held for now. “We should go to bed, I think. ‘Tis always easier to dispel such thoughts in the light of day, in my experience.”

Kaede nodded, and allowed him to pull her to her feet. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to spoil all your hard work in putting together such a lovely night.”

She was trying for light-hearted, but even she could tell how flat that attempt had fallen.

Aymeric shook his head, emphatically. “You have done no such thing. In fact, full glad am I to have spoken of this – you have seemed… out of sorts, of late. I did not wish to pry, but…” His hand squeezed hers. “You know you can always speak to me, if you are troubled.”

As she looked up into earnest, worried blue eyes, the guilt of not mentioning Myste and the business with her soul crystal ate at her, but how would she even begin to explain? When she did not yet understand it herself?

Later. I promise.

Instead, she linked her other hand in his, and rising up on her toes, brushed a kiss against his lips. “I know. Thank you.”

With a squeeze, she stepped back and shed her armor, piling it neatly inside the flap of the tent, dimly aware by the rustle of chain and cloth that Aymeric was doing the same. Stripped to her underarmor in the cold air, she all but dove under the blanket in the tent. Fortunately, she was not alone long.

It had been a long damned time since she had shared blankets with anyone while traveling for reasons beyond simple sleeping, and as Aymeric drew her close, it felt as if the world had shrunk down to naught but fabric and warmth and mingled breath, more close and intimate than even their bedroom. The worries and the sorrows could stay outside in cold under the stars for tonight.

For now, she would choose to spend her evening as she had told him she wished to, a year ago – quiet, and in good company.

#wolmeric #wolmeric week #godDAMN this one got away from me #I'll likely edit it up and add a ummm bit at the end maybe hehe and then put it on AO3 #someday I'll finish the Kaede DRK Depression Era fic that this takes place during #ffxiv writing #eva writes #daughters of dusk and dawn #sons of ice and fury #when the prompt says fluff but the blorbos say angst

8 notes · View notes