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juliaswickcrs · 2 years
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THE TARGARYEN LINEAGE :: THE RED FACTION ( x )
“For all their belief in blood purity, the only faction who truly thought to defy the Targaryen tradition were the Reds themselves. And perhaps that is why their demise is made all the more tragic.”
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we’re the ashes on the ground summary
Multi-chapter | M/16+ | Nettles x Cregan Stark
While the Wolf of Winterfell is away, the hounds of the north do play. In the ashes of civil war, a wilding raider makes a move which will change everything.
Nettles has a fine life in the Mountains of the Moon. Worshipped as a goddess by the mountain Valemen, she should want for nothing. The deadly dance has left the dragons of House Targaryen dead, and now she alone rides the largest one in all the world. It was a heady ascension going from orphaned bastard to dragonrider, let alone traitor to goddess. 
Her world is turned upon its head yet again when a decree from the new boy-king and his regents sees Nettles pardoned and granted land in the North. But not out of the kindness of their hearts. 
Sylas the Grim has led a force three thousand strong across the Wall while Cregan Stark and most of his fighting men are far south in King’s Landing; his actions cut short the Hour of the Wolf and the Warden of the North's quest for justice. Cregan turns his eyes to home and hearth, bristling with a need for vengeance and a new ambition to make a name for himself against the wildings like Theon Stark before him.
As a new era dawns around them, Nettles and Cregan find themselves drawn to each other against all odds. Can they transverse their changing world together, opening their hearts to one another and the prospect of happiness and love, or will the shadows of the past prove too strong? 
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Blood Moon Lit // Ashton Irwin
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Hello! Thank you to everyone who continues to engage with my masterlist and ask about my writing even though the fics have slowed down again - even as a writer, I somehow can't find the words to describe how encouraging it is. It's because of that encouragement that I've got a new fic for you today! I've been working on some longer form stuff (partly to blame for my absence) and since those projects are gonna take some time, I thought it'd be fun to sneak in a quick, light piece to tide us all over. The lunar eclipse that took place last week (sadly rained out in LA) provided a burst of inspiration and I ran with it!
As always thank you to @cal-puddies, it's more apparent than ever that I don't know how to do this without her lol
Warnings: Friends to lovers!Ash, an overabundance of flirty banter, an obnoxious amount of references to Ash's beard. A conversation about weed. Protected first time sex.Just some classic fluffy smut vibes.
Word Count: 6585
Masterlist // Ko-Fi linked above
Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!
“You know, according to the Farmer’s Almanac---”
“How many times do I have to tell you that’s an absurd way to begin a sentence?”
Ashton tosses a crumpled up napkin in your direction, good-natured glare on his face. “If you’re gonna invite yourself over to my house to watch the eclipse, it’s only fair that you listen to my moon anecdotes.”
“Alternate perspective: if you’re going to be offering up moon anecdotes to a captive audience, you should spice up your presentation. You’re a professional entertainer, Ash, you should understand.”
You cackle watching your friend’s face twist and contort as he struggles not to laugh at your ribbing. He scratches at his beard, aggravated and amused, and you can’t help but smile. He’s so expressive, you love getting a reaction out of him.
“Next time, you can throw your own damn eclipse party, I don’t care how lame the view at your apartment is,” he declares, knocking on the kitchen island for emphasis.
You shrug, “Lucky for me, the next lunar eclipse isn’t until 2025, so I’ve got time to find some better digs.”
“I’ve got time to find better friends,” he mutters under his breath, giggling at the sound of your offended gasp. Apparently he loves getting a reaction out of you as well.
You pout, “Aww, if you didn’t want me here, would you really have gone to this much trouble?” You hug his broad shoulders, cozying up to him, smiling at how he seems to melt against you. You gesture at the spread of snacks on the tray in front of you. “Crescent sandwiches, moon pies, Mars bars, Milky Ways…”
“Not a lot of moon specific snacks out there, had to extend the theme to the entire solar system,” he chuckles, nudging you with a pack of Starburst, gesturing for you to follow him outside.
It’s not that you invited yourself over to Ash’s tonight, it’s just that when you complained how obscured the view is at your place and he responded by mentioning how much he loves watching the moon from his garden every night… Well, that sounds like an invitation, now doesn’t it?
You trail behind him as he sets the food on a table in the backyard and pulls two bottled waters out of a nearby cooler, handing one to you.
You grab a sandwich off the tray. “Do you want to finish your almanac anecdote, buddy?” You ask sweetly as you settle in, laying across the patio couch he’s set up.  
Distracted, he pats the pockets of the button down shirt he’s wearing. “You’re only being nice to me now because I’m feeding you," he sighs.
“Well, yeah, that’s the key to most positive interactions with me. We’ve known each other for how long and you’re just realizing this?” You crack, grabbing the lighter out of your shorts pocket and tossing it to him.
Ashton snorts at your joke and bends down to light the candles on the table. You may be friends but you’re also human and can't resist noticing how well his jeans fit him, especially when pulled tight across his ass like they are right now. The sound of him dropping the lighter back onto the table stirs you from your thoughts and you tune back into the conversation.
“...So that’s why some cultures advise people not to eat during an eclipse,” he shares proudly, sitting in a chair across from you.
“Interesting,” you respond breezily, giggling as he sticks his tongue out at you, clearly able to tell you weren’t paying attention.
“Listen, I don’t see you attempting any trivia to pass the fuckin’ time,” he snarks. 
“I didn’t know there was gonna be a pop quiz, dude,” you gripe. “Besides, why are you worried about filling time anyways? If you went to the trouble of themed snacks, I know there's no way you didn't slap together a playlist."
"Ah, I have been perceived," he admits with a grin and with a few swipes of his phone, "The Killing Moon" by Echo and the Bunnymen begins pouring from the speakers just outside the house.
The eclipse begins just after midnight and the full visibility - and accompanying "blood moon" coloring - isn't due for almost another two and a half hours so the two of you vibe, snack and banter for a while, occasionally peering up at the sky and commenting on if you think the moon looks different yet or not. 
After about an hour, Ash disappears inside for a few minutes and returns holding two cups of steaming hot coffee, the pink blanket from his living room couch slung over his shoulder.
"How'd you know?" You coo, beaming up at him as he spreads the soft material over your legs.
"Because I know you," he laughs, watching as you warm your hands on the mug he just handed you. "Offered you sweats to come out here, you refused and still spent the entire time trying to yank that hoodie - which I expect back by the way - over your legs."
You defend your choice, "I like the cool air on my legs!" 
"Why is that such a girly thing? The oversized hoodie with the tiniest shorts? Like are you hot or cold? Pick one."
"Says the man who went inside to get his cozy jacket and yet hasn't thought of buttoning his shirt."
"Maybe I like the cool air on my chest," he mimics you with a twinkle in his eye.
"Oh, is that why your nips always look ready to cut glass?"
He nearly spills his coffee laughing. "You been checkin' out my nips, baby?"
"Nah, just conscious of sharp hazards and when I should be wearing protective eyewear," you joke, ignoring the flush you involuntarily feel when he casually calls you 'baby' like that.
Ashton giggles gleefully as he turns his attention to the sky. "These clouds are making it hard to tell what's supposed to be there, eclipse-wise," he complains. He crosses over to your couch and in one easy motion, lifts your legs up and places them in his lap as he sits down. He points, "That right there? That's moving, right? Must be a cloud. But what's that next to it?"
If you're being honest, you can't see what he's talking about too well from this angle but you're not sure you're ready to move and give up the feeling of his legs warming yours, of his hands subconsciously drumming on the blanket covering you. You like feeling him close. 
"I mean… you can still kinda see light through it so it's probably cloud, yeah?" You reach for your phone to check the weather. "Damn, why is there so much coverage though, didn't you say it's not supposed to rain until the morning?"
"Yeah not ‘til like 5 or 6," he answers. He squeezes your legs. "By the way, if it starts before that, you're staying here. I don't like you driving home in the middle of the night and in a storm."
"Whatever you say, Dad." 
He scoffs, face coloring ever so slightly. “Excuse me for caring about you staying safe.”
He looks damn good when he’s embarrassed and you decide you’d like to see more. “Sorry, you’re right. Whatever you say… Daddy?”
“Oh, fuck off,” he laughs, a little too loud, a little too hard. Cheeks now an adorable shade of pink, he playfully shoves your legs off his lap. “Get outta here,” he adds for good measure.
“Rude,” you accuse, grinning as you catch yourself before you fall off the couch, adjusting your position to sit next to him. 
You steal a glance over at him as he looks upwards again: his curls messy from laying around, shirt askew and exposing a generous amount of chest, chest you know to be warm and solid and full of hair that tickles your face every time he pulls you into a hug when he’s wearing a shirt like that. He looks nice. Comfortable. Comforting. You want him closer and you’re contemplating how to achieve that when he suddenly gets up from his seat.
The disappointment that runs through you is mercifully temporary as Ash drags the cooler over in front of the couch to use as an ottoman. He plops down next to you again and stretches out, putting his feet up, sighing in satisfaction. You do the same and use the opportunity to toss the end of your blanket over him, scooting closer so that you’ll both fit under it. You rest your head on his shoulder and he doesn’t seem to mind, just like you don’t mind the designs his fingers begin tracing on your knee.
“Can I ask something?” Your voice breaks the silence. The designs stop. Interesting.
“Depends,” he says wryly. He seems nervous. You like it.
You throw him a curveball. “Are we not smoking tonight?”
He snorts, nudging your knees with his. “Take over my garden, eat my snacks, now you want my weed?”
“See, I’d argue that having someone over to literally just stare at the moon for hours implies drug use is on the agenda,” you muse. “I’d argue that Ashton Irwin having someone over to his house in general implies there’d at least be an offer.”
He pokes your side as a means of protest and you squeal in response. “Truth be told, I thought about putting a couple joints on the table but I didn’t want you falling asleep before the big show even started,” he explains, mischief dancing in his eyes.
You drop your jaw in exaggerated offense. “That’s never---”
“Your birthday, my birthday, select dinner parties, two weeks ago when we watched that movie… that one time I think we were watching the Olympics…”
“OK, OK, I get it… Jesus,” you concede, amused at how much he’s enjoying calling you out like this. “Listen, maybe if you didn’t smoke fuckin’ industrial strength weed…”
“Maybe if you’d bring your own stash every once in a while instead of just mooching off mine,” he zings back, squeezing your thigh to make sure you know he’s kidding. He lets you pout for a few beats before he adds in a notably softer voice, “I actually did go to the shop the other day and picked up some of that hybrid you told me you liked. Maybe if this goddamn moon ever does what it’s supposed to do, I’ll break out with it.” 
You offer him a fond smile. “Ya ol’ softie,” you tease, ruffling his hair. Your logic brain tries to convince you it was because you wanted to annoy him but the impulsive part of you suspects you just really wanted to touch him for some reason. 
In a move that appears to surprise even himself, Ashton closes his eyes and contentedly leans into your touch. He attempts to course correct by peering at the sky and observing, “The moon’s definitely gotten darker… but that storm really looks like it’s moving in quicker than they said it would, there’s even more clouds than before.”
“Gonna be such a waste if we can’t even see the blood moon after all this,” you comment.
“Ouch, I’m having fun hanging out with you too,” he cracks, nudging you with his knees again. You don’t think his body has been out of contact with yours since he sat back down. Interesting. 
You bump his shoulders with yours. “So fucking sensitive,” you laugh, shaking your head. “Like I probably wouldn’t have been hanging here tonight anyways.”
“That’s true,” he agrees. “You’d definitely already be asleep on my couch by now.”
“Oh my god, Ash, I do not pass out here that often!”
“Why’d you think I served you a giant cup of coffee at 1 AM?” 
“You’re actually the worst person I know, congratulations.”
“Just figure you took the whole ‘make yourself at home’ thing a bit too literally.”
You turn to stare daggers at him and the resulting burst of laughter he lets out is so intense it echoes into the night.
“As if I'd be able to fall asleep out here anyways, I’m fucking freezing,” you grumble. He takes a breath to respond but you cut him off. “And I know it’s my fault for not borrowing the sweatpants, we’re all aware, the media will be calling for comment in the morning.”
His laughter continues and though you’re committed to your performance as a pitiful, mocked guest, watching him react to your plight is so endearing, you’re having a hard time keeping a straight face yourself.
He finally stops long enough to gasp out some breaths and wipe his eyes. “Aww, I’m sorry, baby,” he says, somewhat sincerely, though you can still detect a faint chuckle in his voice. He tries again. “You’re still cold, though, for real?”
“Yeah, dude, the temperature’s had to have dropped at least ten degrees since we’ve been out here.”
You’ve barely gotten through half of your sentence before Ash is pulling your body closer, laying your head on his chest, tucking you inside his jacket and wrapping his arms around you. “How’s that?” He asks, vigorously rubbing your arm.
“Um…” Your mind is blank and suddenly you swear you’ve never had a thought in your life, the concept of language is entirely outside of your grasp. All you know is you wanted him close and now Ashton is literally all around you. You take a deep breath to reset your mind but it only makes things worse, he smells incredible.
He reads your stammering negatively and starts rambling, "I thought about setting up that little fire pit for us but I didn't want to light things up too much and take away from the view." He continues fussing over you, holding you tighter. "I could see if I can do it real quick…"
“No, Ash… it’s fine, I’m fine,” you quickly insist, unwilling to give up this embrace for any reason. Trying to play it cool, you quip, “Plus it’s getting late, can’t have me getting too cozy, anyways.”
Your humorous sidestep provides enough of a misdirect and the two of you lay in comfortable silence for a bit. It’s long enough for you to finally relax into him and start thinking about how nice and natural this feels, how you kind of want him on you like this all the time, how you’re not sure if you’ve ever felt this warm and content or if you’ll ever feel this way again. 
Unfortunately it’s also long enough for you to start overthinking things and now you’re wondering if he can feel how fast your heart is beating, if he’s noticed all the subtle breaths you’ve been forcing yourself to take. You pause. OK, his heart feels like it’s beating pretty fast too. Wait. Really? Shit, thinking about his heart beating fast is making yours beat even faster now. The fuck?
He’s not… you’re not… right? You’re obviously aware that Ashton is an attractive man. Super charming. Thoughtful. Caring. And yeah, you get along great. He understands you, listens to you, confides in you. Sure, you have chemistry. All friends do, don’t they? 
He senses that something’s up with you and you swear you’ve never felt anything as intense as his hand squeezing your shoulder as he quietly asks, “You OK?”
You look up at him… since when is he this gorgeous? The sleepy smile on his face, creating deep dimples in his cheeks and friendly crinkles around his eyes, eyes filled with equal parts curiosity and concern for what’s going on with you. The dark beard on his face draws attention to his perfectly pink lips, lips that he nervously licks and catches between his teeth while he waits to hear what you have to say. Lips that you’re definitely staring at now. Lips that you’ve never given this much intentional thought to. Ashton’s lips. Fuck.
“Yeah, yeah, all good,” you nod, tearing your eyes away from his suddenly irresistible features. Desperate to distract yourself from your thoughts, you ask, “Got any more moon anecdotes for us?”
“Pfftt, why? So you can make fun of me some more?” He replies pitifully, jutting out his lower lip in an exaggerated pout.
Those goddamn lips. Fuck.
"It was a genuine question!” You sit up and train your eyes on the clouds, figuring it’s best not to look at the man sitting next to you until you figure out exactly what your brain is doing. “Might as well learn something while we wait.”
He giggles, “Ah, ‘might as well.’ My favorite conversation prompt!” You jab at him and he giggles harder. “I dunno, what kind of anecdotes do you want? You clearly thought my almanac shit was lame.”
You laugh, “Because it matters so much what I think?” The tiny shrug he gives in response gives you a butterfly feeling in the pit of your stomach. Your brain needs a channel change ASAP. “Give me some of your hippie dippie anecdotes. Like, we know why the moon is doing this but what does it mean?” 
Ash grins. “You’re still making fun of me but I’ll allow it.” He purses his lips and strokes his beard while he thinks of what topic to present to you. “Well… you know all eclipses can be considered symbolic, spiritual events.”
“Sure, everyone knows that.”
He squints, unsure whether or not you’re being serious but unphased regardless. “But did you know that emotionally a lunar eclipse is about three times more powerful than a solar one?”
“Oh?”
“You seriously want to know?” He asks, looking you over in a way you’re assuming is meant to be playfully skeptical but makes you feel flushed nonetheless.
Your laughs blend together as you elbow his side. “Yes, you weirdo! You’ve been trying all night to tell me about the moon, now’s your shot!”
He begins explaining this theory, animatedly detailing bits of ancient mythology for context. You listen with genuine intent but you also find yourself focusing on the way he’s talking to you, the excitement behind his eyes as he shares his knowledge, how he uses his hands to punctuate his ideas. Have his hands always been so large and attention grabbing? You try to zero in on his words but unfortunately, that brings you back to his lips, which are wrapping around every word he says in the most inviting way.
In an effort to remove the visual conundrum of Ashton entirely, you lay against him again. Without breaking his train of thought, he recalibrates, arms coming back to gently cradle you, voice dropping to a softer tone. “...So it’s basically like you’re getting all the effects from a full moon and an eclipse all at once,” he summarizes. 
“Oh, I guess I never thought of it like that before,” you think out loud. You smile because you practically hear him buzzing at your interest. “Both of those events are already centered around transformation, so combined that’s a lot of energy being put towards change.”
“Mmm hmm. And this one’s a blood moon too, which also fits that theme.”
“I thought a blood moon was more like… destruction. Chaos. That’s why those tattoos of yours make so much sense,” you tease.
He cackles loudly. “Can’t give a guy a break for one second!” You look up to flash him an innocent smile and he affectionately rolls his eyes before going back to the conversation. “It can mean those things. But I’d say those are forms of change, right? And it can also symbolize rebirth, which is change.”
“True.”
He’s quiet for a moment before he launches into his next idea. “I really like how it all works together to form a bigger conversation about exploration, evolution.” He waits for the inquisitive glance he knows is coming from you and when you deliver, he continues. “So a full moon is full so that’s an opportunity to think on what you’re grateful for, the fullness in your life, right? But you can also use those feelings to set your intentions by the full moon, what you want your next phase to contain. Evolution.”
“OK…” You nod.
Fuck.
“And then an eclipse is a harbinger for change… could be an ending, could be a beginning.”
“Could be both,” you point out.
He squeezes you encouragingly. “Exactly! And then the blood moon is interesting because it’s, you know, refracted sunlight - literally light shining through the darkness. So that’s connected to intentions hidden below the surface…” He pauses long enough that you look up to see why he stopped talking and he locks eyes with you. “Evolving something you maybe thought you were already content with… or exploring wants and desires you didn’t even know were there.”
You trust your face to remain neutral while your mind races. Evolving something? Exploring wants and desires? It’s all a bit too on the nose… maybe you’re reading too much into things, looking for excuses to be feeling the way you’re feeling, thinking what you’re thinking. But the way he looked at you when he said that… you’ve never been smoldered at before but hey, apparently every aspect of tonight’s moon is super gung ho about new experiences so why not?
Ash holds your gaze, looking at you somehow both patiently and expectantly as he waits for the conversation to continue. Your logic brain and your impulse brain have differing ideas on what an appropriate response would be so you buy yourself some time. 
"I mean… I think there's definitely something to all that but it also seems like a good opportunity for people to be reckless and then just blame it on the moon if it doesn't go the way they wanted."
Soft smile on his face, he shrugs. “I don’t know if it really matters to be honest, whether it’s an actual influence or just helps you frame your perceptions differently? Maybe that safety net of ‘the moon made me do it’ gives people the courage they need to act on feelings they felt they couldn’t otherwise.” His eyes stay fixed on you while he speaks. “Doesn’t make their actions any less valid. Inspiration is still inspiration.”
Fuck. 
He definitely just snuck a peek at your lips.
Fuck.
Logic brain and impulse brain are arguing louder than ever… but curiosity brain decides to drown them both out and you find yourself coyly replying, “Well then… are you feeling inspired tonight, Ash?”
The corners of his mouth curl into something more teasing than a smile but softer than a smirk. His fingers brush along your jaw before hooking under your chin to tilt your head towards him. 
Fuck. This is really happening.
You're not sure what's louder: the voice in your head screaming excited obscenities at you, your shallow, shuddered breathing or your heartbeat pounding in your ears.
You lean in to meet Ashton halfway and his lips finally brush against yours. Those lips. Ashton’s lips. They're softer than you expected and sweet, still faintly tasting of the desserts you shared earlier. His lips are undemanding, applying gentle pressure, moving slowly, unrushed. The kiss is commanding but cautious. Persuasive but respectful. Simultaneously a screaming exclamation and a tentative question, both eagerly awaiting your response.
You expect your brain to be bombarding you with a million questions and concerns but you're stunned to hear… nothing. No racing thoughts, no self-conscious reprimands. Your mind has suddenly found peace, content to be exploring… whatever this is.
You eventually break apart and he studies your face, clearly trying to gauge your reaction to this unexpected territory. Your brain doesn’t offer up any coherent thoughts, let alone words to say, so you pull him back in, opting to let your lips silently share with him how you’re feeling. He lets out a satisfied hum against you, reciprocating your energy and your mouths move together frantically, your skin tingling both from excitement and from the friction of his beard.
Without even realizing you're moving, your hands tangle in his curls, pulling him closer as your tongue swipes over his lips, seeking permission to deepen the kiss. His hands settle on the back of your neck, thumbs lightly stroking your cheeks as he accepts your invitation to finally kiss you with the full force of his passion. 
The next time you break for air, you waste no time in adjusting the blanket so that you have room to straddle his lap. He delightedly chuckles your name as you settle on top of him.
“This feels like one of those reckless things you were talking about,” he teases, running his hands up and down your sides.
“Mmm hmm,” you lilt, leaning in to peck along his jaw on your way to tongue at his earring, an idea you’ve been fixated on for most of the evening. 
He groans deliciously as you catch the tiny hoop between your teeth, giving it a light tug before you move your attention back to his lips. “Do we need to take a beat and think this through?” He asks before capturing your face between his hands and planting his most heated series of kisses yet.
You shiver at the way he caresses your cheeks, at the realization that his hands are large enough to cover basically your entire face; Ashton assumes you’re trembling from the cold and pulls away to reposition the blanket around your shoulders. “Oh, this is clearly a huge mistake,” you answer, tone unconcerned as you run your fingers through the chest hair peeking out from his shirt.
He giggles, ticklish at your touch, as he brings you back in. “Definitely in ‘ruining the friendship’ territory,” he laments with a grin. 
“Irreparable damage being done,” you agree, smiling back, closing the space between you. The kisses seem to increase in intensity each time you break apart and come together again and you soon hear yourself murmuring at the feeling of his hands giving your ass a light squeeze. You roll your hips in response and can’t help whimpering again when you find him half hard beneath you. Ash. Hard for you.
You never considered yourself a greedy person but the more you make out with Ash, the more you’re fascinated by it. It’s satisfying, it’s electrifying, it’s… Ash. You want to feel everything he has to offer, you want to feel him everywhere, you want to feel overwhelmed by him. More. You just need to feel more. More of Ash.
“Do you care?” He asks, gently tugging your hair back so he can nip at your neck.
“About destroying our relationship?” You joke breathily as his beard scratches at your tender skin. You grind in his lap a little more and the groan he gives you in return makes you feel lightheaded. “The better question is: if we’re gonna do something foolish, how stupid do we want to be?”
Ashton bucks his hips against you and you moan, louder than you mean to. He licks his lips hungrily before replying, “I mean… I have no problem admitting I’m having some pretty dumbass thoughts tonight.”
“Just tonight?” You giggle, squealing as he playfully tosses you onto the couch to lay on your back, slotting himself between your legs. His mouth attaches to your neck again while his hands slip under the hem of your sweatshirt, fingertips chilly against your skin, a pleasantly surprised hum escaping him when he grazes your bare breast. “Wanted to be comfy,” you shrug, arching your back to encourage him to keep touching you. 
His large hands wander on your body, unlocking a newfound level of desire for you and the urgency with which you kiss him is a testament to that. You writhe under him, mewling at the way his hardness feels against you. He grins against your lips, hand traveling down to play with the hem of your shorts. “I know my answer but how stupid do you want to be?”
You watch him closely as you guide him under your shorts, pressing his hand to your clothed center, letting him feel the heat between your legs, the wet spot that’s been forming since he sat down next to you. He meets your challenge and pushes your panties aside; he curses under his breath as he drags his fingers through your arousal, swirling light circles on your clit, all while maintaining eye contact with you.
“Mmm… Ash…”
“Yeah? Like that?” He rasps, clearly affected by watching you react to his touch.
You nod, gently pressing on his hand to receive slightly more pressure. Your head spins at how intimate it is to look directly into his eyes as he pleasures you, to feel so completely seen as you moan for him. It’s got you feeling needy and you pull him back up to your lips, seeking more connection with him.
His teeth nip at your bottom lip, fingers still teasing when he breaks the kiss, groaning into your mouth, “So wet.” He raises his fingers to his mouth, noisily sucking his fingers clean. You pant beneath him, restless, and he asks in an earnest, strained voice, “Tell me what you want, baby.”
It’s a simple request and yet one of the hottest things you’ve ever heard. “Wanna be so… so fuckin’ stupid with you.” You reach to palm him through his jeans. "Think you can run inside and grab a condom before we talk some sense into ourselves?"
Ash grins as he plants an impassioned kiss on you before taking off for the house. You make the couch more comfortable, putting a pillow for your head at one end and spreading the blanket out at the other, ready for you to crawl under. You're shimmying out of your shorts and underwear when he reappears, protection in hand.
"Afraid I was gonna change my mind that quickly?" You joke, wincing at the cold air on your naked bottom half as you toss your clothes aside.
He snorts and gestures to the room you entered the patio from. "I had some condoms in the den, so."
"Oh my god, are you one of those guys that keeps condoms in every room of the house 'just in case'?" You smirk at him as you lay back down. You take his slightly exasperated sigh as your answer and you can't fight the urge to tease further, coughing out a quiet, "Whore."
"And yet I'm not the one pantsless in some dude's backyard at 2 AM," he teases back, lightly slapping your ass as he covers you with the blanket. 
He sits at the end of the couch, helping you get situated before stripping himself. You love the spontaneity of the situation but you have to admit you wish you could see him better; your imagination is going wild as the late night darkness seems to amplify the smack of his cock hitting his stomach, the hiss he lets out as he strokes himself before rolling the condom on.
You hold the blanket open for him to climb inside and on top of you again. He smiles softly at you, offering a slow kiss as one hand slips under your sweater again, the other between your legs. His tongue teases yours, licking into your mouth with precision while his fingers play over your clit and you start to wonder what it’d be like to feel his tongue on your pussy instead, his beard scraping against your inner thighs, your fingers tangled in his hair, pushing and pulling to where you need him most.
The fantasy elicits a moan from you and Ashton takes that as a prompt. He asks quietly, “Ready?" You nod, pecking at his lips once more as you feel his tip nudging at your entrance. He begins to push in and your groans mix together in a sensual harmony.
“Oh… holy fuck, Ash,” you sputter, gripping at his shoulders as he continues to slide in. Everything about Ash is big so you can’t say you’re surprised but the stretch you’re feeling is unlike anything you’ve experienced and you’re immediately craving more.
He pauses to check in with you. “You alright?”
“Mmm hmm,” you exhale, playing with the curls at the back of his neck. You crack, “Lotta things about your personality are just suddenly making a lot of sense right now.”
He giggles and rolls his eyes. “You really making digs at me while I’m inside you?”
“You know I like to keep you humble.”
He bottoms out and you moan together; he leans down, his beard tickling you as he sucks a mark onto your neck. You trace along the seam of his jacket, appreciating the moment to adjust, until you start to get impatient and try rocking yourself against him.
You feel him smile against your skin. “Easy,” he rasps, holding your hips still as he slowly starts to move inside you.
“Oh my god, that was sexy… don’t be sexy, that’s too confusing for me,” you ramble playfully.
He laughs loudly. “‘Don’t be sexy?’ We’re literally having sex.”
“I know but like… it’s us. Don’t you think it’s weird for it to be this hot?”
“No?” He replies with a hint of incredulity. He curses under his breath as he increases his pace a little. “Haven’t you ever thought about this before?”
“Not really?” You think out loud, noting that he almost looks disappointed at your admission. “I mean it’s probably crossed my mind in an abstract sense but not in a ‘that’s something I actively want to happen, that’s something that could happen’ sense.”
Ash hooks one of your legs around his hip and you breathe out a tiny ohmygod at his next thrust that makes him smirk. “Interesting.”
“So I take it you’ve thought about this before?”
“Not in an ‘actively wanting it to happen’ way but more in a ‘that could definitely be fun’ way,” he shrugs. He grinds his hips into you and the friction on your clit causes you to whimper. “Gotta admit I have spent a bit of time wondering what that sound would be like.”
"Godddd why is that hot?" You whine, rolling your hips to match his movements. 
He half-chuckles, half-moans as you move together. "Hate to be the one to break it to you but… there's a possibility you might be attracted to me."
"No, that can't be it," you jokingly dismiss, pulling him down into a heated kiss.
You fuck back against him with greater force and he gasps your name. "Fuck…" He huffs, already sounding spent. "You feel… so fuckin' good around me… Takin’ it so well."
His praise goes straight to your core and you grab at his back, loving the way he feels on top of you but wishing you could feel his skin instead of his coat. Your brain suggests maybe next time but you push the thought aside.
"Never felt so full before," you admit with heavy breath. "God… can’t believe it feels this good. You’re making me feel so good, Ash.”
You wrap both your legs around his waist and the new angle instantly gets an audibly enthusiastic reaction from both of you. The shift allows him to drive into you faster, harder, deeper and Ash can tell from all your tiny whines, heated moans and revelatory sighs of his name that you’re well on your way to getting what you need.
“Love hearing you,” he groans, voice straining as he tries to keep control. “You make my name sound so good, baby.”
Your brain decides that hearing him call you ‘baby’ in this context is somehow the most erotic thing that’s ever happened and you give a long whimper as you slide your hand between your bodies to rub at your clit, chasing the orgasm you can feel sparking deep within. 
You feel him hesitate slightly, as if he’s wondering if he should help you out. “Keep… perfect… just like that,” you murmur, grabbing his ass, pulling him closer to you. “So… so close… oh god, Ash…”
“That’s so fucking hot, oh my god,” he pants, watching you touch yourself while he fucks you. “Working so hard for it, baby… gonna cum for me? Gonna let me feel it? Wanna feel it so bad, baby, wanna feel you cum.”
A strangled cry escapes your throat as your orgasm crests and you begin pulsing around him. You gasp and moan, the waves of pleasure washing over you again and again as he continues snapping his hips into you. You hear a variety of profanities followed by a long groan of your name before Ash’s hips stutter and he cums with a shout.
There’s a few solid beats where it’s clear neither of you know how to proceed, what the immediate afterglow should look like. He’s awkwardly hovering above you, head hanging down, arms slightly quivering as he fights the urge to collapse from exhaustion.
“Well, no reason to get shy now,” you declare, pulling him to lay on top of you, rubbing his back while he catches his breath.
He laughs warmly, allowing himself to settle for a minute before raising up and asking quietly, “Can I kiss you?”
It’s a silly question, considering you’re both still naked from the waist down, but for once, your instinct isn’t to make a joke.
You hold his face in your hands as you pull him in and the kiss you share is representative of the encounter you just shared: sweet, surprisingly erotic and appreciative of each other’s presence.
Smiles decorate both your faces as you break apart. He sits up and reaches for the stack of napkins on the table, handing you a few as he ties off the condom and wraps it in one. You’re almost done cleaning yourself up when you hear him chuckling to himself and look over to see him squinting at the sky. Before you get the chance to ask what he’s laughing at, you jump at the feeling of a stray raindrop landing on your thigh. 
“You’re kidding,” you gasp, taking a look at the sky yourself. “Where’d the fucking moon go?!”
He grins, standing to slip his pants on. “Can’t really be mad that we got distracted and missed the rise of the blood moon - seems like it was probably never visible to us because of these rain clouds.”
“That’s ridiculous,” you grumble, getting dressed so you can help Ash clean up the table. You think for a second and then laugh, “How long until you tell me what the rain symbolizes?”
Ashton giggles, playfully bumping into you as he grabs the blanket to take inside. “It’s not dissimilar from the eclipse, actually. Lots of introspection, mindfulness. Beginnings. Contrasts between light and darkness, the acknowledged and unspoken truths.”
“Soooo… what I’m hearing is we have an excuse for this to happen again,” you flirt as you head for the house.
You feel his eyes lingering on you before he springs into action, quickly catching up and opening the door for you. “Liked it that much, huh?” He teases. “Already ready for more?”
Ignoring the blush you feel spreading through you, you continue towards the kitchen. “I’m just saying, you already insisted I sleep over if the rain started, which it has,” you reason. You set the dishes down and spin around to face him. “And there are worse ways to spend our time.”
He nods, giving exaggerated consideration to your points as he inches closer to you. “Well… who are we to fight against nature?” He smirks, lifting you up onto the kitchen counter.
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wraenata · 11 months
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Give Me Your Swords.
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Fanart for Chapter 3 of all the ashes in my wake by paperxcrowns/ @asummersday
Leo gets Ella Enchanted and is being a dum dum and not telling his brothers about his curse. This will be a problem.
Love your fics asummersday! Good luck with the rest of your classes!
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marthawrites · 17 days
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Hi From Blood and Ash fandom! Are there any x reader fics in this universe? I went through some tags earlier and didn't really find anything. I could have used the wrong tags or didn't look hard enough - very likely 😅
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wiseatom · 1 year
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HAPPY WIP WEDNESDAY EVERYBODY!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️ chapter 1 of my big bang fic, aka “mike isn’t homophobic, but he IS an idiot” roommates au goes up tomorrow!!!!! here’s a snippet for your troubles!!
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andthatisnotfake · 3 days
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Watching
Under a read more because this one is kinda naughty... 👀
Poppy’s breath was coming out in short exhales accompanied by high-pitched moans. Usually, Cas was more gentle, though occasionally the urge to take her roughly overpowered him; tonight he seemed hungrier than ever.
She was vaguely aware of the loud noises they were making, but far beyond caring as his hips connected with hers over and over again towards her fast-approaching release.
He flipped her over and in a flash was inside her again, her legs wrapped around his torso.
“I want to see you, want to watch you come,” he murmured against her ear. She was happy to comply.
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sebastianthemadlad · 3 months
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JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Phantomhive Soul (ongoing)
The Black Butler and JoJo's Phantom Blood crossover fan fiction chapters:
Ao3 account link where you can also read the fan fiction
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
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lunareclipse06 · 2 years
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With and without blood!
He needs a hospital. And a therapist
I keep having ideas for this au. Definitely gonna make mini refs of Eduardo, Jon, and Todd (because he deserves a role too)
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juliaswickcrs · 2 years
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BOOK POSTERS :: BLOOD & ASH house of the dragon ( s1 - ? )
Three Heads of the Dragon. Three Heirs of the Dragon. 
Three Great Councils to decide their fate.
In 92 AC, after the death of Jaehaerys’s eldest son and heir, Aemon, the first of these three great councils had been called. The contenders? Princess Daenerys I Targaryen, Prince Baelon Targaryen, and Princess Rhaenys Targaryen.
And even though Queen Alysanne and her own niece Rhaenys threw their luck in with Daenerys--oft thought of as the true heir to the throne--and her son, it was Baelon who had won the honor, Daenerys and Rhaenys tossed to the side.
In 101 AC, after the death of Baelon, another great council was called. Except this was to determine the fate of the entire realm, and Daenerys’s child was now a man, strong and determined. This time their claim would not go unmatched. Prince Viserys, Princess Rhaenys, and Prince Aegor. The three grandchildren of prince Jaehaerys. The three heads of the dragon reunited again. 
But it had been Viserys who had come away with the throne, Dragonstone, and the glory. Aegor and Rhaenys shunned to the side, forgotten. With Rhaenys earning the title of The Queen Who Never Was and Aegor earning the title The King Who Should’ve Been. Rhaenys retreated back to Driftmark, ashamed to be scorned twice by her grandfather, and Aegor was rumored to never be heard from again.
121 AC.
Aegor Targaryen returns with his wife, Sharra Arryn and his only child and heir, Elaena Targaryen. A beauty rumored to be more comely than Princess Rhaenyra herself, it is not unusual how wary the two are of each other, especially when Elaena’s return brings whispers of the small folk, clamoring for another council in which Aegor and Princess Daenerys were given the titles they deserve, the throne they deserve. They whisper--True Heir, Queen Who Should’ve Been, Fire and Blood.
129 AC
King Viserys I dies and the Dance of the Dragons begins. The endless waltz between the Blacks, the Greens, and the Reds.
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ar-agon · 1 year
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Ash and Blood Pt. 6
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Note: well this took longer for me to finish than I thought it would. Life has been busy. -Ar
Summary: His brothers dragged Ash to the cave saying they need his help. What happens wasn’t really part of the plan.
Length: 3422
“Ash, wake up!” One of his brothers yelled as they entered his room. Ash groaned, the exhaustion already had settled back into his bones this time stronger than the last. Though he did manage to sit up in bed and came face to face with his brothers. They were both dressed in their usual combat gear.
“What?” he asked, annoyed. Ash was glad that he had decided to close his blinds last night. 
“We need your help,” Edgar stated. 
“With?” 
“Taking down the vampires,” Alan answered. The words made his blood run cold like someone just dumped a large bucket of ice water on him. He fought to keep his composer and not skin his teeth into the boys for such threats. He didn’t know why he reacted that way, he knew this was going to happen. 
“I’m guessing last night was a bust?” He asked managing to keep any malice out of his voice. He knew it was since Sam had let it slip last night but he wanted to hear it from his brothers. To solidify that Max wasn’t the head.
“Max passed the test, he’s not the head. It has to be one of the bikers that Michael hangs with,” Edgar responded. 
“It’s not one of the boys,” it came out more defensive than he wanted it to be but he couldn’t just let his brothers kill the boys or put their own lives in danger.
“Did they tell you that?” The look of suspicion was back in Alan’s eyes. 
“And if they did?”
“You can’t trust them. They’re creatures of the night, Ash, killers.” 
“And what will you be if you kill them? The saviors of Santa Carla?” Ash questioned sarcastically, “or killers just like them?”
“More people will die if we don’t,” Edgar stated harshly, “more missing posters on the billboard.” 
“And if you fail, it’ll be me putting up your posters,” Ash spit out.
“That’s why we need you to come with us.” 
“I gotta get the gear ready,” Edgar said moving towards the door, “are you coming or not?”
“I’ll come. If only to make sure you two don’t get yourselves killed.” Edgar nodded before exiting Ash’s room. 
Alan stayed behind, “Ash,” he said seriously, taking a step towards his older brother, “they turned you. Didn’t they? You’re a half.” 
Ash sighed sitting down on the edge of his bed, “I didn’t want to tell you.”
“You haven’t killed anyone, there’s still time,” he pointed out.
“I know.” 
“So why are you so against killing them?”
“You wouldn’t understand,” Ash tells him, running his hand through his hair.
“Try me,” Alan moved and sat down next to his brother.
“You mentioned it once, a long time ago. About vampires having mates,” Ash said vaguely. 
“Which one is it?”
“All of them.” 
They sat there in silence for a bit as Ash waited for his younger brother’s response. It was like he was taking all the information in and trying to think it through. 
“Is that why you don’t want us to kill them?” he finally asked.
“It’s a part of it I guess. I also don’t want you guys to get hurt. I’m the one who’s supposed to protect you, not the other way around.”
Alan laughed, “Well, we’re not the ones in trouble right now. It’s safe to say, it's our turn to protect you.” 
“Fine, just this once though,” Ash stuck out his hand and Alan was quick to shake it. 
“Come on,” Alan said standing up, “get ready, we’re leaving soon.” Ash nodded watching him go. He sighed in relief and flopped back against his bed. That didn’t go as he thought it would but he was grateful for that. Alan knew about his predicament, but Edgar probably didn’t yet. He was sure if Edgar knew it would have been just as ugly as he thought it would be. With a few more quick deep breaths Ash got up and got ready for whatever plan his brothers had. 
“We’re going, where?” Ash asked. Walking down the stairs as he tucked his shirt into his pants. His sunglasses had found their way back onto his face easing the effects that the sun was having on his eyes. The exhaustion was starting to make him feel as if he was walking through water. It was causing everything to be difficult but focusing on trying to save both of the boys and his brothers made it seem worth the struggle. He leaned against the railing staring at his now decked-out brothers. Their backpacks now had stakes secured to them and who knows what else they had inside them.
“The Emerson’s house,” Edgar answers.
The drive to Emerson’s house was slow as Ash kept falling asleep at the wheel. Being awake during the day had started to become harder and harder the longer he was a half. The moment Ash parked in the Emerson's driveway his brothers practically jumped out of his car before it was stopped. Ash sighed at his brothers’ actions as he finally put his car in park and got out. He could already hear his brothers questioning where Michael was. When he walked into the house Sam was helping Michael down the stairs. 
“Ash,” Michael greeted with a nod. 
“Hey, Mikey,” he said, back voice rough with sleep. He was leaning against the doorframe, it was like trying to fight the sleep was just draining his energy faster. They two stared at each other for a few moments before they were dragged outside by their brothers. 
“Come on,” Sam said, pushing Michael out the door, “there is no time to waste.”
“What car are we taking?” Ash asked as he followed them out, “doubt my car will fit everyone.”
“We’ll take Grampa’s car. Hurry up.” Sam was getting impatient, obviously wanting to get this over with so he can fix his brother. 
All Ash could remember of the drive was getting in the car. The moment he sat down he fell asleep as he let the exhaustion take over. 
The combination of the car stopping and his brother Edgar’s saying “Weapons check,” was what pulled him out of his slumber. He looked around and saw that they had already made it to the cave. He pushed himself out of the car and watched his brothers check their equipment.
“Do you want a stake?” Alan asked, looking over at him.
Ash shook his head, “no I think you two have this.” It was more of the fact that Ash could not even think of using it on any of the boys.
“I don’t want you going down there,” he heard Sam say from behind him. 
“I’m going,” Michael answered, “this isn’t a comic book, Sammy. These guys are brutal killers.” Ash shivered at that statement knowing that he was right but a part of him didn’t care. Those were his boys.
“So are the Frog brothers.” That statement made him laugh, his brothers had killed anyone or anything before. They were kids still, at least in his eyes.
“Who would you rather go down there with you? Them or me and Ash? If something happens, I’m not gonna have the strength to protect you neither does Ash.” 
“Well, this time I’ll protect you, bud,” Sam tells his brother, “even though you’re a vampire, you’re still my brother.” That got to Ash, that statement. He knew his brothers didn’t feel the same way, at least Edgar didn’t. It was solidified by Edgar threatening Michael just a few seconds later.
“Listen, just so you know,” he said as he was making his way up the stairs, “if you try to stop us or vamp out in any way… then I’ll stake you without even thinking twice about it.”
“Easy there, Edgar. We are here to save him. Not kill him,” Ash snapped as he followed them into the cave. Alan glanced at him as if saying they were saving him too. Sam and Michael came up behind them. Once he got into the cave, it looked just like it did when he was last there. The smell of the boys was everywhere. 
“Holy shit,” Edgar exclaimed. 
“Vampire hotel,” Alan answered.
Ash watched them move around as he stared at the couches. A glimpse of what happened the night he turned came back to him. He had to push down that warm feeling in his gut as he walked to the fountain. His head snapped to the beds he hadn’t noticed before as his brothers moved closer.
“Here’s one. Come on, let’s stake her, man,” of course, it was Edgar who said it. It didn’t surprise Ash at all that his brother wanted to hurt the other halfs as well. 
“Don’t you touch her! You stay away from her!” Michael yelled from where he was still leaning on Sam. Ash’s own anger flared up with the threat, having no idea why. Edgar looked over at him and took a step back with an eye roll.
“Come on. Vampires have such rotten tempers.”
“If only you knew,” Ash whispered to himself. His anger had vanished the moment the threat was gone. He followed his brothers as Michael started to take care of the other half. 
“The rest of them have gotta be around here someplace. Let’s find them.” 
There was too much going on for Ash to really focus on anything but the pull in his chest. He knew that they were getting close to finding a way to them. He didn’t know who he was more protective of him now, his brothers or the boys. He knew that he would try and stop his brothers from killing them. He trusted David when he said that none of them were the head vampires.
“I feel a draft. I think there’s something up here,” Sam stated standing in front of an opening in the cave.
“Let’s check it out, Sam,” Edgar said, moving quickly to the opening.
“Come on,” Alan urged Sam.
“Let’s go.” 
“I’ll be right back, Mike!” Sam called as he followed the Frogs further into the cave. Ash heard him whisper, “I hope.” They all made their way through the tunnel 
“You don’t have to come,” Alan tells Ash from over his shoulder, “we got this.” 
“You think I’m going to let you guys out of my sight in this place?” 
“We know what we are doing,” Edgar argued.
“Really, how many vampires have you guys actually killed? I know for a fact it's zero.” 
“We’re more prepared for this than you are.”
“Right…” Ash rolled his eyes.
“You’re really bringing us down Ash,” Sam said, bumping him in the shoulder.
“I do my best, Sammy,” he answered with a laugh. After a few more moments the flies started to buzz around them. Ash had to swap away some as they flew at his face.
“Flies.”
“We’re on the right trail,” Edgar stated as he moved further into the cave, “Flies and the undead go together, like bullets and guns.” Ash rolled his eyes at the statement but knew it was true as the sinking feeling in his stomach began to dissipate. 
“What’s that smell?” Sam asked, smelling the air. Ash did as well, the boys’ smell was strong here. It was like being wrapped in a warm blanket.
“Vampires, my friend. Vampires,” Edgar informed him, that was when they all started to cough but Ash didn’t know why. There was nothing bad smelling here to him, it was just the boys’ scent. It was nice, familiar. That was when they got to a large opening. 
“It’s freezing in here,” Sam said, rubbing his arms to try and keep some body warmth. 
“It looks like a dead end. Let’s head back,” One of his brothers urged. Though Ash stayed put knowing that the boys were there somewhere. He felt whole again. Ash began looking around the place. They must be here but where.
“They must have hidden the coffins around here someplace.” Ash wanted to laugh. Coffins? Did they really think that cliche was true? 
Sam shined his flashlight as he agreed. Though he screamed when he accidentally flashed the light to the ceiling, “Jesus! I thought they were supposed to be in coffins.” Ash looked up as well seeing the boys hanging from pipes like bats. They looked peaceful like that, thought Ash. 
“That’s what this cave is. It’s one giant coffin,” Edgar stated looking up as well, “Right now they’re at their most vulnerable.” His brothers moved to a ladder that led to the pipes. 
“Easy pickings,” Alan agreed. Ash followed them up getting in between his brothers on the ladder.
“Remember, you have to kill the leader,” Sam reminds them from the ground.
“We don't know which one the leader is,” Edgar said, grabbing a stake from his belt as he got to the top.
“I guess we'll just have to kill them all,” Alan said. That caused Ash to grip the rung of the ladder hard. Marko was the closest one in range of the ladder. He looked like an angel was all his mind could come up with.
“Let's start with the little one. First come, first staked,” Edgar joked. A protectiveness washed over Ash at the statement. He knew he would do anything to stop his brother from killing them. None of them were the head, this wasn’t going to help Michael or himself. It was just merciless killing. They would be just as bad as the boys. 
“What was that, a little vampire humor? It wasn't funny,” Sam called up as Edgar got closer to Marko. Too close for Ash. He got closer to his brother ready to jump in when he had to.
“No! Don’t even,” Sam yells up to Edgar, who was now level with Marko. 
“Good night, bloodsucker,” Edgar stated, reeling his hand back.
“Don’t do this,” Ash said, grabbing a hold of his brother’s wrist before he could force the stake through Marko’s heart. Ripping the stake out of Edgar’s grip he threw it to the ground below causing a dull thud to echo in the space. The ladder creaked under their feet as his brother moved so he could stare at his older brother.
“You… you traitor. This was not part of the plan,” his brother yelled at him in disgust, “how could you side with the enemy?”
“Because, he’s their mate,” Alan stated, face filled with sorrow.
“Alan,” Ash whispered, feeling betrayed by his brother. He had thought he would be the one that he could trust the most. What a foolish thought.
“I knew something was up with you. They changed you didn’t they?” Edgar growled, “You were always on their side, weren’t you?”
“No, Edgar. I wasn’t.” 
“I don’t believe you. How could I when you didn’t tell us what you were when it happened!”
“Because I knew how you would react. You always act before you think. This is the time to think.”
“They’re killers Ash, if we don’t do this you will be too.”
Ash shook his head, “is that what you think?”
“Yes.”
“Then just kill me, do it. If that is all I am to you right now. Stake me.”
“Ash,” Sam yelled.
Everything happened too fast after that, Edgar had let his anger control him as he took another stake from his backpack. Ash didn’t even have time to react before he looked down at his stomach. There lodged into it was a stake, his brother’s hand still tightly wrapped around it. He lost his balance as the pain finally washed over him. He would have fallen a good couple of feet if a pair of arms didn’t catch him. The sound of screams and scrambling became background noise as his body was wracked with shudders of blazing pain. He gripped tightly at the arms around him as they lowered him to the ground. Blood had started to fill his mouth and in a twisted sense of fate, he liked the taste of it as it coated his tongue and slipped past his lips. Ash managed to get another glimpse of his brothers before they rushed out of the den. The look of regret and pain on Alan’s face was now burned into Ash’s brain. Alongside it was Edgar’s look of betrayal. Sam had tears in his eyes as he stared at Ash and the blood that was starting to soak through his shirt.
“You're dead meat!” David yelled out before he started to chase the younger boys out of their cave. His face twisted into hard edges and yellow eyes. He bared his fangs at the kids before they all scrambled to turn back the way they came.
“Let’s get out of here! Let’s go,” Alan yelled wetly, pulling Edgar away from Ash. Sam was right behind them pushing as well. 
“Go! Get out of here!” Sam urged the Frog brothers away from the danger that was coming after them. David had fallen from the rafters, adding to Sam’s panic, “Run! Go!” His voice faded as they entered the crawl space.
“Don’t,” he called when he saw David rush after them, “don’t leave me alone.” Even now that his brothers left him dying on the cold cave floor, he couldn’t stand the thought of them dying for it. He reached out to try and grab the blond only for the stake to move. He cried out in pain before it turned into a coughing fit.
“Hey, don’t move,” Dwyane’s voice came from behind him, “you’ll only hurt yourself more.”
“Just don’t hurt them, please. They’re my brothers,” Ash tells them. David had stopped his pursuit the moment he heard him cry out. His face softened and changed back to normal. He moved to kneel next to the injured half.
“Is it bad?” Ash asked not wanting to look down again at his stomach. He knew his shirt was probably soaked in his blood right now. 
“You’ll be fine,” David stated.
“Yeah, babe,” Paul agreed, grabbing Ash’s hand in his. Ash held onto it like it was a lifeline, “we’ll take care of you.”
“But you have to drink,” Marko said softly. Ash felt him run his hand through his hair soothingly. He shook his head, if he turned now his brothers were sure to kill him. His chance to be human back would be gone. He would be a vampire, he wouldn’t grow old or see the sun but he would be with his boys. No, it would just be better to go now surrounded by them. The pull between them was helping him keep his mind off the pain that flared every time he took a breath.
“Ash,” David purred, worry lacing his voice. Ash looked over at him. He was holding out his wrist to him. 
With a defiant hand, he pushed David’s wrist away. His breathing had started to get shallow and his body was getting too tired to hold up his eyelids. “Ash come on, you can’t leave us,” a far-off voice urged, the grip on his hand tightened. It was only a few moments before a new smell entered the air, something sweeter than his own blood. It became stronger when it was brought right under his nose. He felt his fangs push past his gum without permission before biting down on whatever was in front of him.
“That’s it, babe,” Paul’s voice was now a bit clearer as he drank whatever was filling his mouth. It was sweeter than anything he had ever tasted before and metallic. It went like that for two hours, the same thing with a slightly different taste every fifteen minutes or so but time didn’t actually feel real to Ash anymore. It was like he was hovering in space and time. In between life and death so to speak. His body would gain strength for a while then quickly become weak again as well. It was like his body was trying to put itself together but it just wasn’t strong enough for the injury he had received. The stake was still in his stomach, it was the only thing keeping most of his blood in. If any of the boys pulled it out now it would surely mean the death of Ash and none of them wanted that. So, they kept feeding him their own blood. It wasn’t enough to heal the wound altogether but it was enough to keep him alive just until the sunset and they could find someone for him.
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primalarc · 2 years
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CHAPTER FOUR: FOLIE À DEUX
Felix struggled as stiff, dead fingers dug into his shoulder and turned him to face the inevitable, as if striking him down from behind wasn’t cruel enough. His own hand scrabbled for the swords at his hip that he already knew weren’t there.   Black armour. A piercing blue eye. Dimitri.
Or: Felix has a bad day, but his friends make it better. Meanwhile, Byleth causes problems on purpose.
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theothermaidoftarth · 2 months
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Tweaked the existing moodboard I had saved and decided to post for my fellow Nettles x Cregan shippers. This is for my post-Dance au which sees Nettles pardoned by Aegon iii and granted land in the north in exchange for her help against Sylas the Grim after he invades in the direct aftermath of the civil war, cutting short the Hour of the Wolf. The working title is we’re the ashes on the ground. Taken from Circles (based on ludovico einaudi “experience”) by Greta Svabo Bech. It’s a multi-chapter fic, looking to be at least 20 chapters and I’m more than halfway through. Hope to post it in the next couple of months, once it’s complete.
While the Wolf of Winterfell is away, the hounds of the north do play. In the ashes of civil war, a wilding raider makes a move which will change everything.
@witheredoffherwitch @richardsthirdnipple @snowprincesa1 @emilykaldwen @tremendouswolfsaladranch @gwenllian-in-the-abbey @hieronymph @arcielee @zae5
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I LOOOOOOOVED BLOOD MOON LIT I seriously wish your fics went on forever 😭😭 but honestly I loved the change up from boyfriend!ash (even though it’s my favorite 🫠) and the actual sex was so cute and fun UGH 10/10
Honestly so glad to hear you say you wish they went on forever because more often than not, I worry that I make my fics too long 😂
And I love writing boyfriend!Ash (obviously 🤓) but honestly it was kind of fun and refreshing to write something a bit different! I think that's something I might try challenging myself with a bit more, finding new dynamics to write and play around with in the future (altho lbr most of my WIPs are still boyfriend!Ash so there'll still be plenty of that coming up)
Thank you for such kind and helpful feedback! 🥰🥰
Blood Moon Lit
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