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cosmoeticss · 1 year

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Haven’t I Been Good to You? | Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader (18+)

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Words: 2K

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Wife!Neice!Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), good old fashioned targcest, p n v, overall bad writing because I haven’t properly written in so long

Note: Reader is Rhaenyra’s heir/eldest daughter and the argument takes place after the dinner scene. I tried not to use any physical descriptors but those gorgeous targaryen platinum locks so I hope thats okay and you enjoy. Literally crawling in my skin right now because I’m about to post this, existing is an embarrassment, if you see this ily thank you for reading.

part two

Aemond was anything but cooled off when he returned to his marital chambers that night. He bound into the room, his displeasure from the night clear in his body language and his labored breathing. His wife sat stoically in front of her vanity, clad in only her night dress as she combed through the length of her silky, silver curls.

Aemond stared her down in disbelief as she barely acknowledged him. How could she honestly be angry with him? It was her bastard brothers who started the disagreement, who started the rivalry to begin with, who teased him their whole childhood and took his eye that fateful night on Driftmark. And here she sat, his wife, shoulders back and proud and angry with him.

Gods, she was beautiful when she was angry. If he didn't know her so well he wouldn't be able to tell. She was so serene and regal and surprisingly calm when she was upset. He often thought of how opposite they were in that sense. He thought of how hot tempered and quick to snap he was, and how she thought everything through before it slipped from her pretty lips. He envied this about her, and yet it was what he had loved most about her as well.

Aemond couldn't help it. He broke first. "Where are the children?" He inquired, steadying himself to the best of his ability.

She hardly gave him the time of day as she answered, her eyes not leaving her own reflection. "I've settled them into bed,” she said.

The Prince furrowed his brow. "Did you not think that I would wish to bid goodnight to my sons?"

"The hour is late. They've had their fill of excitement for the day, Husband."

Husband. Not her usual 'my dearest love,' not 'my darling.' He was in trouble far more than what he had bargained for. He eyed her in disbelief. "You're truly taking their side?"

She finally turned then, vast (e/c) eyes meeting his violet one. "There is no side to be taken, Aemond,” he hated her formality when they argued, "We are a family. We're supposed to be on the same side. Did you see how pleased the poor King was to see everyone finally getting along? Our mothers finally found some common ground after all of these years and yet you ruined an otherwise pleasant night with your wounded pride."

"My wounded pride?" he spat harshly, raising his voice at her. "Did you not see the way your beloved brother laughed as they sat a roasted pig in front of me? Or have you forgotten the torment I was subject to as a child? What do you expect to me to do, (Y/N)?"

She stood then, the silk of her long night dress accentuating her rounded stomach. "You are to be the Royal Consort one day, you will be King!" she scolded him sternly, silencing him. "I expect you to be the bigger person. I expect you to act with dignity and not meet the teasing of a child with the ferocity that you did tonight!"

Aemond softened at this, turning away from her to face the burning embers of the hearth. He did not retaliate, only moving to sit in a chair placed in front of it. He gripped the arms of the seat trying to calm himself, breathing deeply.

His wife watched him carefully. "It is not fair. I know it isn't," she swallowed, her eyes glazed over as she did. "I know that it angers you that I love my family after all my brothers have done to you, after what Lucerys has taken from you and I am sorry, Aemond. I truly am."

He was silent still, eye glued to the flames before him as if they were the most important thing in the room. "I cannot keep atoning for crimes I did not commit," her voice was almost pleading as she stepped closer to him then, slowly, testing the water carefully. When he did not retaliate, she kneeled on the floor in front of him. "I know that you would not have chosen me to wed on our own, dear husband."

Her hands reached out to take his, and he allowed it, watching down the bridge of his nose as his wife gently held his hands in her small ones and brought them both to her lips, kissing them tenderly and repeatedly. "We have been honest and good to each other in these near seven years as man and wife, though," she stated, eyes wide and pleading as she rested her chin on his knee. "Have I not been a good to you?"

"You have," Aemond's voice cracked, his eyes fluttering shut at her soft inquisition. He breathed deeply, removing one of his hands from hers and carding it through her beautiful hair. “My love.”

"I have given you my body, mind, and soul. I have given you my virtue, and my fidelity. My heart has only ever belonged to you," she whispered as her husbands tensity began to dissolve between her nimble fingers and lips. Her soft kisses continuing slowly up his arm. "I have bore you two beautiful, healthy boys. Boys that will be Kings and Warriors one day, and I carry another inside me."

The air was stolen from her as Aemond halted her pecking and surged forward, lifting her swiftly from the stone floor to straddle his lap as if she weighed nothing. She gazed down at him, moving to gently remove her husbands eye patch. He hadn't minded the action for years now, as it was a bother to wear and his pretty wife had never judged his appearance or what he had lost all those years ago. She set the patch on the end table next to them, not taking her eyes off of him as her hands slid up his shoulders and found their home at his jawline. Her thumbs moved in slow circles on his face.

"I have given you power," he whimpered at this, gripping the soft meat of her thighs. "Outside the walls of this chamber you are my equal, and one day we will rule the Seven Kingdoms side by side, however we see fit to."

"Yes," he groaned hoarsely, continuing his kneading at her thighs, sitting up to press his lips to her throat, leaving hot opened mouth kisses down her neck to the swell of her breasts as he detangled the strings of her shift, baring her supple chest to him.

"You would like that wouldn't you, My King?" Aemond growled in agreement, continuing his ravishing as she slipped her fingers to the base of his neck and weaved them into his hair, gripping it tightly. "And in this room, you will rule me as you see fit."

"If that we're true then I would bound you to our bed, little wife," he sank his teeth delicately into the flesh of her breast, tongue swirling against the skin, causing her head to snap back in pleasure and a breathy moan to fall from her lips. "You would never leave these chambers. Who would be left to rule if I'm buried inside this sweet cunt for all of our lives, hmm?"

"You have many years before we are crowned for me to ride you, my dragon. And I plan to mount you morning and night,” she grinding into him, their lips meeting finally in a messy kiss. "Surely you'll tire of bedding me by then."

"Never," he pressed his forehead to hers, their breathing hot as he moved a large slender hand to cover her swollen stomach. "I enjoy no sight more than your belly swollen with our children."

She rutted her hips against his once more, her weeping cunt begging for friction. "Please, my dearest love"

"I wonder how the realm would feel if they knew the truth of their precious Princess?" he smirked as she fucked herself on his covered length. "If they knew how she begged for me each night? How wet she gets without me even having to touch her."

"Aemond, please," she wined.

"You wish to ride your dragon, my Queen?" he began hiking up her night dress to rest on her hips.

She panted at his movements, so tender, so achingly slow and teasing. "Yes," she whimpered.

He cocked his brow at her. "What's stopping you? Claim me then."

She didn't have to be told twice. Her trembling hands moved frantically to the strings of his pants, unfastening them and pulling them down to his thighs. He hissed as she took his length into her hand, stroking it sweetly before he lifted her hips and guided her to sink down on him. Her eyes screwed shut, crying out in pleasure as she adjusted to the size of him. Neither of them moved for a moment, their breathing tense and labored.

Aemond brushed a lock of hair out of his wife's face, her forehead falling to meet his as he cradled her head with his hand. "Alright?"

"Mhm," she hummed needily, bracing herself as her hands dropped to his shoulders. Aemond's free hand moved to cover the swell of her stomach, a lazy grin forming on his lips, before finding it's way to her hips once more, helping to roll them against his. Aemond cursed, his jaw going slack as his wife unraveled above him. Once she found her footing, she picked up her pace, bobbing up and down steadily, her finger nails curling into his shoulders. His hips snapped up to meet hers, and she cried out, his name tumbling from her lips like a prayer. Something came undone in him at the sound, his hands were everywhere then, cupping her full breasts, wrapped around her throat, sinking into her thighs. He was pawing at her like she would disappear if he let go for one second, grunting like a wild animal as he rutted against her.

"So good," he captured her lips in a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth clashing. "So pretty and all mine."

She babbled something nonsensical in appraisal, her heat clenching around his cock as he worshipped her, their movements becoming sloppy as they approached their peak. "I'm so close."

"Say you love me," he demanded, fingers making their way to her pearl as he toyed with it, causing her to squeak at the touch. "Tell me again that you're mine and mine alone."

"Please," she panted, whimpering as he fucked into her relentlessly, hitting her sweet spot with each thrust. "IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou."

Aemond's fingers were torture, slow and taunting. "Say it." "I'm yours," she cried out. "Only yours. Please--"

"Let go," he permitted, following close behind as she toppled over the edge, back arching and eyes rolling back as she was overcome with pleasure. They were still, chests heaving and hot breath mingling as they came down from their shared orgasm. Her nimble fingers tangled into his hair, brushing it away from his sweat soaked neck. He fell back into the chair, pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her. "I would've chosen you," he broke the silence after a long moment. She lifted her head slightly to look him in the eye, confusion evident as if she had not registered what he said. "When you said that you weren't the wife I would have chosen for myself. If I had been presented with a choice, I would've chosen you."

Her gaze softened at the sincerity and raw emotion flickering in his eye. "Then choose me now. Choose our family," she gripped his shirt tightly, pleading with him. "Love me more than you hate them."

Aemond sighed deeply, covering her hands with his. "I do love you. More than anything."

"Then promise you will try." Neither wanted to admit what they both knew, that even if he did, it was too late. The King's health dwindled more and more by the day, and the wounds cut between the Greens and the Blacks were too old and too deep for even their love to heal. The time was coming where they would have to choose. War was looming and their last chance at peace had slipped through their fingers like flowing water. So they didn't, and chose in silence to carry on pretending while they still could.

Aemond cupped her face gently, and pulled her into a soft, sweet kiss. "I promise," he whispered, the sweetest of lies, and he met her lips again in a more fervent kiss.

And she let herself hope, she let her self believe, just a little while longer.

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yuquinzel · 1 year

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[ 2:18 AM ] — itoshi rin.

joining in on the clingy rin agenda with this :P

rin does not like disruptions to his carefully crafted schedule, specifically— his sleep schedule. he has to be in bed by 11 pm sharp and wake up at the first light of dawn for his morning jog. that's how he's always gone about his day, that's how he prefers everything to be— falling perfectly into a rhythmic routine.

but tonight is different, tonight it's almost past 2 am, long since he found himself cozy in the warmth of his blankets— and yet he lies wide awake, eyes heavy with drowsiness but not enough to close shut because itoshi rin can not sleep unless you're beside him.

he wants to blame his comforter for failing to keep him warm, but in truth he's aware that the cold pooling his sheets is only an extension from the emptiness of your side of the bed.

it looks barren, abandoned even.

it's not like you're not home, it's not like you had an argument that didn't end well and hence refuse to sleep next to him, it's not like some college assignment is keeping you awake late into the night. you're just busy watching reruns of your favourite series because it had your favourite actor and rin is too prideful to admit he's not used to falling asleep without you threading your fingers in his hair.

he told himself he can sleep just fine on an empty bed. and he believed it for about three hours.

now you find him hovering like a ghost by the end of the room, all wrapped in blankets as he's taking long and impatient strides over to where you're slumped on the couch.

“bed. now.” he says, almost a little desperate.

you spare him a glance, then back to your tv screen, “rin? why're you still awake?”

“it's cold. i'm cold. come back to bed.” you know his short and quick answers are just a reflection of how tired he truly is.

“you're cold?” you ask, and rin simply nods.

“just two more episodes rin, promise i'll come after that.” you say, eyes still set on the tv screen and rin eyes the way your eyes glimmer with awe when that actor shows up.

and then suddenly your vision is blocked, the fluorescent light from the tv casting white shadows across rin's large physique as he eclipses your view of the tv, “what's so great about him? you can watch these tomorrow, come back, i can't sleep without you.”

you're about to say what the hell rin step aside before the realisation hits, and his words replay in your mind. the gears in your head turn, an amused smile gracing your lips, “are you jealous of this actor?”

rin huffs, kneeling down so he's eye-to-eye with you, “i never said that. i said i can't sleep without you because your side of the bed is cold so it makes me cold.”

you laugh a little, and rin feels a sort of warmth tingle his skin, “but they won't air these old episodes tomorrow, and its only two more, give me like, half an hour?” you bargain, bringing a hand to cradle the side of his face, rin leaning in your warmth even more.

he ponders your words, grumbling something unintelligible as he gets up. you think he's about to leave, before he plops down next to you. adjusting himself on the couch with you with barely enough space to accommodate the both of you, rin manages to bury his face in your chest while you have to tightly wrap your arms around him to keep you from falling.

“we're gonna fall and it'll be your fault,” you breathe, and rin holds you even tighter at your words.

“no, it'll be your fault. you won't come to bed with me.”

“you're such a baby.” you laugh again, your chuckles reverberating through him with your closely pressed bodies, the comfort of it beginning to lull him to sleep like magic. he's a little grateful to the lack of space on the couch in exchange for the intimacy of this moment.

the last thing echoing in his mind before he dozes off is the sensation of your fingers running through his hair, with a light tug at times that relieves him of all his exhaustion.

sleeping on the couch is perhaps much better than the bed.

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dungeonpuppykai · 29 days

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|| Fiddle ||

Description: Curtis is a soldier from lands far away. Curtis loves to tease you. Curtis is a jerk. Curtis is your husband. You do your best to deny Curtis' existence. Curtis doesn't mind. Because Curtis knows you are a fiddle to his touch, whether you like to admit it or not.

Pairing: Soft-Dark Army Chief!Curtis Everett | Spoiled Crown Princess!You.

Disclaimer: I do not own Curtis Everett (sadly). This story contains dark and mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.

Warning(s): Soft-Dark Curtis, he's kinda crusty dusty, forced/arranged marriage, power imbalance, fluffy smut with dark undertones that gets rough, groping, making out, dumbification, degradation, self degradation, ddlg undertones, he's intimidating, pet names, infantilization, play fighting, m!dom, f!sub, unprotected p-in-v intercourse, cock riding, overstimulation, doggy style fucking, spanking, choking, hair pulling, he's a man.

Note: Was gonna post a Sy thing tonight but it's not done yet and I am extremely tired so here's a little Curtis piece I did the other day.

Curtis' eyes are closed as he leans his head against the edge of the tub, his huge body relaxed in the warm water while a content smile tugs at his lips. There is nowhere in this whole wide world that he would rather be than in this moment right here; relaxed after a long day of hard work and in the proximity of his dear lady. The contemptuous voice of said lady, although hostile, is music to his ears as it rings in the distance between them while she begrudgingly rubs away at one of the many dirt spots on his body with the use of a soft sponge.

"Ugh, what do I, The Crown Princess, get?!" You are muttering to yourself like a typical naggy wife. "A fuckin–" your words lock in your throat automatically when your husband's eyebrows furrow in disapproval. "A frickin' no name foreign soldier!" You hate how he doesn't even have to open his eyes to get you to correct yourself. "While all my stupid friends– stay still!" You reprimand when one of his arms that you had extended in your direction to scrub the grime off of begins to get antsy in your lap for the sole purpose of annoying you.

Curtis chuckles and that irks you even more, as if your tiara placed on the opposite side of the tub on a little stool for whatever reason glinting at you isn't enough.

Your husband is a jerk and he's probably rubbing your nose in the fact that despite being all-powerful after your father The King, you still have to bathe his stupid dirty body like a common wife.

Ugh, you hate him.

"I am sorry, my love."

But you can't protest in the way that you want.

Because your stupid father had issued a decree upon your arranged union to him. That you would only be able to keep your crown if you stayed true to your husband and kept him happy. Otherwise, the Army Chief -a stupid title held by your idiot of a husband- could usurp your future throne and do with the kingdom -and you- as he pleased.

You hated it.

But you loved your position more.

However, your rascal of a husband made it even harder for you to stand him and keep up with the bargain when he asked of you cringy domestic services that made you want to punch him square in the jaw.

But alas!

How powerful is a damsel against her knight in shining armor?

You continue when you have made sure that he won't try and reach for your breasts now. "... While all my stupid friends got to have dukes and nobles and aristocrats, I get a crusty dusty baldy from who knows where!" You hate how your boobs hang from the neck of your dress.

Your depraved husband had them make a whole new wardrobe for you after your wedding.

And the fittings and cuts on your home gowns made you want to kick him.

He further irritates you when he lazily splashes some water on you in a playful fashion. You click your tongue at him and widen your eyes in warning even though he can't see you as you pinch his arm. "Stop it, baldy! Do you even know how long it takes to wash and style hair? Exactly!" You glanced at his buzzed head. "Stop splashing your stupid grimy water on–" you gasp, fully offended now as he remains unbothered with his eyes still comfortably shut. Water drips down your nose due to the hefty handful of the soapy water that he has just hurled right onto your face.

"You–!" You toss the sponge into the tub angrily as you reach for his face with your claws. "You are DONE! I will end you today– AHH!" You screech when he manhandles you quicker than you can process it. The only thing you see is him opening his intelligent blue eyes before he gathers your offending hands in one of his much bigger, rougher ones and the arm that you had been cleaning wraps around your waist before you are pulled into the water.

… You are in utter disbelief.

Your mouth falls open in shock as your eyes clench shut to suppress your rage. "How's this?" Your jaw ticks at his cocky tone. Warm water helps itself into your heavy gown and you're getting drenched by the second. You don't even struggle to try and get out because you are all too familiar with the unrelenting quality of the vice grip that he has placed on you.

You stay quiet for a bit and just let yourself simmer in your rage while you try to think of all the reasons why you shouldn't lose your shit.

But your husband is insufferable.

"Figured you could use some cleaning up too after a long, hard day of sulking around in luxury and jewels inside the castle" that seems to set you off in an autopilot and you begin to vehemently try and shake him off. But it's impossible to do so in the hold he has you in and that makes you even more passionate towards your resolve.

The bathwater goes splashing all around as you grunt and groan, wheezing a few seconds in by the struggle you have to put forth. Your eyebrows crease together indignantly and you kick your legs hard, pathetically weaseling against his chest with your hands locked above your head.

Curtis is no more than amused while you fume. He wordlessly holds you down with adoration in his pale blue eyes as a soft smile tugging at his bearded lips. He remains quiet and soundless until you open your mouth and then he's laughing at you.

"Unhand me, fiend!" What? You read that in your literature lessons recently and thought it sounded cool.

"Oh," your husband begins to shift forwards to press you against the edge of the opposite end of the tub, "but the big bad fiend fancies himself some little princess now" that's another thing you hate.

He always tells you you're too small for big girl things and that's why you need to be taken care of. That that was also one of the reasons behind your father getting you, his only child, married to a man like him.

That you needed a firm hand in your life that only he could provide.

Absolutely absurd, right?!

"I AM NOT LITT–" you suddenly freeze amid your struggle because your eyes have subconsciously flickered down to his pink chapped lips while his breath fans your mouth. You can't decide whether it's the way Curtis' chest firmly presses against yours or the way he has your arms suspended above your head in such a… big way that you inch your head upwards and mindlessly meet his lips, way too carried away by the memories of how good they feel to be rational.

As always.

The hungry way in which he kisses you back takes your breath away and both of you begin to claw and grope at each other everywhere you can like you are lovers who have met after being parted for years. The brawling couple is nowhere to be found, for a different kind of tussle has been initiated.

Your access to him is less complicated and more pleasant because he's completely bare. But the way Curtis growls when he's kissing the length of your neck and the lovebites that he likes to leave on your tender skin indicates that he does not appreciate the barrier of your skirts between himself and you.

"Up" he separates his lips from your jaw that he now nibbles at just enough to husk out his order. You quickly obey as you feel your arousal fill your already drenched undergarments, deciding that fighting could come later. You had the rest of your lives to do that, after all. Not that you liked to admit it when you weren't about to mount his cock.

Curtis sits back and pulls you on his toned thighs to have no hassle access to you. You whine and grind yourself against his erection as he peels all your clothes off hurriedly, occasionally grunting under his breath when you get too rough because of your need.

"Come here" he keeps your jewelry on but pulls and tears away everything else. Picking up your extravagant tiara from the stool, he places it on your head and you can't help but clench before rocking your hips harder against his.

It's a silent assertion.

An act of dominance.

A paradox.

You could wear the crown and have all the power in the Kingdom over every single person but your husband.

Curtis was your regulator; your owner.

The real master.

You were the silly little puppet that he controlled with his cock.

And while it never fails to offend you later, it always makes you even wetter when your bare body is pressed up against his.

You whimper to yourself as realization dawns upon you; was this why he had the tiara placed here in his reach when you started? Did he know this was coming? Was this supposed to happen? Had your husband tricked you into becoming the wanton little thing that he always made out of you?

You whine with a timid shake of your head as you place your hands on his broad shoulders to signal him to not move when he goes to place you under him. "W- Wanna ride…" You mumble like a baby and the tenderness of your tone has him roughly inhaling before he grabs your ass and squeezes it harshly, forcing your straddle to widen against him.

"Sure you can take it on your own, honey?" Even in your submissive state, you roll your eyes before puffing your flushed cheeks and that's how Curtis knows you are the one for him.

"I think I know how to ride my husband's dick, thank you very much" he snorts.

"Oh, so now I am your husband, huh?" You groan and clamp one of your hands around his teasing grin as you reach into the water to position his tip against yourself.

"I swear, you're so fuck– ow, Curty!" Your eyebrows rush to meet as you let out a high pitched throaty whine.

"Language" he warns dangerously as he glares up at where you're suddenly hugging his shoulders sensitively so his face is between your boobs.

The combination of the apex of his dick twitching against you along with a punishing smack resounding against your wet ass had been too much for you to handle.

You were just a fragile little baby, after all.

"S- Sorry…" Your knees shake as you remain propped up on the top of his cock, too stuck around his monstrous girth to sink down and too needy to let go. "P- Please help, Curty" he has to raise one of his thick, dark eyebrows at that.

"But I thought you were a big girl who knew how to ride her man's cock" shame nibbled at your blushing cheeks.

"N- No… n- not big, Curty. P- Please… n- need you so bad" you uncomfortably shifted on the top of his cock. "P- Please help…" He hummed as he let one of his hands roughly fondle your ass cheeks, his beard feeling the soft cushions of your boobs.

"Are you saying that you admit that you are my dumb little girl who can't do anything on her own and needs me for everything?" You nod so he moves you down but stops halfway to torture you just that bit more. "Say it" the slap he lands on your butt causes your cheeks to jiggle feverishly and you arch your back at the pain with a loud whine.

"I- I…" You clench needily around him and feel yourself getting wetter at how great that one thick vein of his cock feels around your walls. "I admit t- that I am a stupid little girl and I can't do a- anything on my own–" you have to pause to recollect your breaking voice, the tension in your band of muscles that his rock hard cock stretches forming knots in the base of your stomach. "A- And that I need m- my hubby for everything" Curtis hums and he finally rests his back against the tub again as his hands aid your movements up and down his cock to get you to adjust to him.

"Now thank me" you clench and feel your toes curl when he begins to pay attention to your erect boobs and his beard scratches the skin, chapped lips grazing your nubs in a way you can only describe as pleasurable.

"Thank you!" It is breathless and erotic in tone as your hands curl around his shoulders. "Thank you for h- helping me, hubby" your hips start to work on their own now, the water that is beginning to turn cold splashing down on the floor as you slide yourself up and down his hard cock.

"Wouldn't have been able to do it on your own, huh baby?" Curtis' teeth are sharp around one particular nipple that he had neglected the last time he was on you -which was a night before the last- and now he began his addictive mix of sucking and biting at the bud so you would be reminded of him every time anything brushed against it.

"N- No, hubby…" The fact that your nails are digging into his hard pale skin -that doesn't get tanned no matter what, much to your confusion- but it doesn't seem to bother him as he rams up into you each time you land on his balls makes you reach for your pussy only for your hand to be smacked away.

Uh oh.

It's a rule; your body belongs to Curtis and only he gets to touch it.

"And why is that?" Your vision gets dizzy as his tip begins to collide with your spongy bundle of sensitive nerves now, his girth having finally parted your walls enough.

You feel yourself in a daze as you gasp down at him, one of your hands mindlessly stroking his sharp features. Curtis' body is the most stunning contrast of light and dark. His skin is white as snow -almost as though he has been carved out of frost itself- and his thick hair is nearly black. He hasn't yet disclosed to you his origins or the backstories of the many scars that litter his body. But the menace with which he wields a weapon -though he prefers not to be a soldier around you, unappreciative of you ever showing up on the field or anywhere near it- and the way your father trusts him with all of your lives sends the faintest chill of realization down your spine.

Your husband is not as simple as the Kingdom Protector that he makes himself out to be.

Because the ruthless way in which he shot down the person who tried to abduct you when you tried to flee your wedding makes you wonder if you even want to find out just what you open your legs to everytime you can.

Or he wants.

"Hm?" Curtis pulls you out of your fear inducing reverie. "Answer the question and I'll give it to you, baby" you feel your tiara slip to one side and go crooked on your wet hair when he gives you a particularly hard thrust.

"Ugghhhheeee!" You gurgle as you throw your head back because of how he bites your nipple at the same time. You rake your mind to remember where you were, clenching hard around him when it does come back. "B- Because I am too d- dumb and my l- little pussy is too small to handle you all by myself, hubby" the profane words that would usually sting you tongue and appall you only further add to the pressure building between your hips.

You're so close.

Curtis growls and the way he begins to fuck up your pussy indicates that it's taking all of him not to change position and plunder you into the ground.

But he never refuses the wishes of his Princess.

His fingers finally creep to where you need him most. "That's fuckin' right" a loud moan escapes you when his thumb begins to swipe up and down your clit. "So remember that the next time you wanna argue with your man who works hard in the hot dirty field all day long so you can be a pretty little Princess in a protected Kingdom" your whole body is on fire despite the water that surrounds you. You're wet, dirty, desperate and on the very edge, the stimulation on your clit pulling at the knots in your stomach harder and harder. You're incoherent with your pleas and praises but Curtis isn't quite finished with you just yet. A firm tap thumps against the side of your head condescending as he readjusts your tiara. "Tell me you'll remember it" before he wraps his muscular arm around your waist to pull you closer again.

"I'll remember it, hubby!" You throw your head back as pleasure erupts up your womb and everywhere in your body. Your knees give out but you keep slamming yourself up and down his dick animalistically like a cock drunk nymph, placing your hands on the edges of the tub and using the grip to help move yourself. "Thank you so much!" Your ears are numb and hot, vision full of stars and neon shapes as you feel your breasts jiggle in a humiliating manner but you are too far gone to care.

Your heart is still erratic and your hips haven't completely stopped moving when he decides to take back all the reigns of control.

Being the simpleton that you are, you fail to realize that your husband didn't come. But that's okay. Curtis understands; little Princesses like you don't know anything but selfishness.

It's a good thing he's a taker.

"My turn" he breathily whispers in your ear when you have somewhat calmed down and now tiredly rest against his chest while lazily moving yourself on his cock.

"... H- Huh?"

A loud groan of protest escapes you when he suddenly rotates you on his cock like it's your axis, shifting onto his knees and moving you towards the opposite end of the tub. You open your eyes to see him placing your hands around the edge of the tub to hold on to, the realization of what he is about to do you causing your eyes to nearly fall out of their sockets as you sputter, too confused and fucked out to say anything substantial.

Not that your husband would listen anyways.

That is another rule; you are never to deprive him of anything, yourself being the top of the list of said things.

Curtis adjusts your tiara again as he moves back to wrap his hands around your thighs to both handle you better and keep your legs that are trying to clamp together wide open for him.

"Oh!" Your pussy clenches in defense when he begins to thrust into you.

And he isn't gentle about it either.

"Tsk, comparing me, a husband who serves his wife with his blood and sweat to those sissy elites who have never seen a day of hard work in their lives and only know their fancy words" one of his hands pull back to come rapping down on your ass, causing you to jump with a loud whine, the action causing him to groan as well as it sends vibrations up his cock. "Well you know what, my dear?" He pulls you back by your hair to whisper in your ear. "If it comes to it, do you think those dukes and nobles and aristocrats of yours will be able to protect the honor of their ward like I did?" Fuck, another orgasm is about to force itself out of you due to the sensitive condition of your pussy. "Huh?!" Another slap has you yelling out a response as you get rammed like nothing more than a common whore.

"N- No, hubby! I am sorry, hubby!"

"You better fuckin' be" Curtis sounds fatally dangerous as he holds you to him by a new grip he has placed on the curve of your pussy from behind. "No real man ever wants the name of another on his wife's tongue" his balls clap against your ass in the most erotic way you've ever known. "Don't take my affections for granted" he begins to toy with your folds just to torture you that much more. "You're too spoiled and stupid to handle me when I get pissed, honey."

He is breathless as he empties his load into you, cursing when the hot burst of thick liquid causes you to fall over again and you clench around him due to the sensitivity. "Look at this, baby" one of his rough hands clamp around your throat as he bends over you to fuck you harder, holding one of your thighs over his arm to allow himself deeper access. "You can't even breathe without my permission… how fucking cute" your lungs burn for air and your brain melts.

"Yes, hubby…" Is the only thing you can hear yourself muttering through the numbness as your body rocks back and forth. You can swear you knock out a couple times as your husband thoroughly fucks his orgasm out and into you.

Then he pulls you in his arms and against his chest when he is done.

"My hair…" His cock is hot inside your cavern as you cuddle into his chest, having been turned around again as the two of you snuggle now.

Curtis has always told you that it's very pretty, just like all your other features. "What about it?" Your husband's own breathing is heavy as he reaches to push it out of your face. Your tiara is long gone and forgotten after it went missing during the fuck.

"The soapy water ruined it…" You softly pout up at him.

"I mean…" The warm and blissed out expression in his eyes is evidence that he doesn't agree nor care. Your beauty is something he always compliments with no hesitation and complete honesty. You are the prettiest sight my eyes have ever had the pleasure of beholding. It makes you roll your eyes everytime. "We can be the baldies, the two of us, hm?" You huff and glance at the ceiling tiredly. "The… baldy couple…?" He imitates the way you say it in your exact accent and you can't help but push weakly at his chest to express your dislike. "I mean," Curtis is grinning now. Uh oh, that can't be good, it never is. "Bet the tiara would look even cuter on your shiny cueball head–"

"YOU'RE SO OBSCENE, UGH!" He doesn't mind the childish fist that you land on his shoulder only to whine because his skin is too hard for your pampered little hand.

Curtis snorts as he reaches for your hurting hand and kisses the top of it before slowly standing up with you safely tucked in his huge arms. "Only for you, honey" before he carefully removes you from his cock and hauls you over his shoulder, smacking your ass to make you squeak as he walks to the shower to get the now grimy bathwater off of the two of you.

Your head maid shakes her head from outside your chambers as she motions for the rest of your helpers to excuse you for the day. It wouldn't be until morning that anyone would be able to get you two off of each other.

"The Princess pretends like she doesn't know the Chief but he is the only one who has ever made her so… soft" one of the girls that basically grew up with you and was one of your good friends giggled shyly.

"That's because she's a fiddle for the Chief, whether she wants to admit it or not" the other one rolls her eyes as they walk away from the group.

"Perhaps that's what a comfortable marriage is" your friend muses aloud as the two girls turn the corner towards their quarters. "Being hopeless fiddles for each other in our own ways."

It was true, for it was not one sided by any means.

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cosmicstarlatte · 1 year

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Manhandling Them (Obey Me!)

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Look at you manhandling your favorite demon. Nice.

»Characters: Demon Bros

»Tags: Shitpost, Mildly Suggestive, Jealousy, Dom vibes I guess lol , GN Reader/MC

»Notes: I had my OC in mind for this since he's a big guy but this could work for anyone, bc hc in a hc, you're super strong in this world OKAY!?!?♡

Lucifer:

This old man never takes a fucking break. You find him working late into the night, fighting the sleep he very much needs. You tell him to go rest and continue the work tomorrow. He refuses of course because why would he ever take an order from you? "Oh? Nope! You're done for tonight. Up we go!" You say as you pull him out from his office chair and toss him over your shoulder.

What...what is happening?

[Fighting Status: Engaged]

Shifts into demon form and starts flailing around, yet it does nothing to you

"Put me down this instant!"

You just pat his wings down soothingly trying to calm him down

"Dont ruffle your feathers Luci, this is for your own good. Also if you continue like that, your brothers will come investigate."

He stopped flailing and looked torn: continue to fight or be seen in such a position? There's also the third option, your death

While he was thinking you continued to pat his wings and heard a small purr

winner winner chicken dinnerrrr what have we here!?

"Aw see I knew you'd like it! Alright off to bed!" You say carrying him to his room

"...Maybe I am a little tired...and this might not be the worst thing in the world." He said, absolutely defeated

Since then, it doesn't happen often, but he will let you carry him to bed if he's absolutely drained and no one else is around to see

[Taming the beast: Achieved]

Mammon:

"Mammon we need to go now or we will be late for dinner!" You yelled at him as he continued to bargain with the shopkeeper. He yelled back saying it would only be another minute...taking another 5 minutes. Enough is enough. You grab him and carry him out, bridal style.

One second he's talking to the shopkeeper, the next he's being lifted into the air

"AH! HEY!"

Shifts into demon form and notices it's you and not some stranger

Shifts back into his human form

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"W-what is this!? P-put me down!" He said as he wrapped his arms tighter around your neck

"Mm, maybe if you kiss me on the cheek?"

"ARE YOU CRAZY!? THE GREAT MAMMON OBEYS NO ONE!"

He continued to complain but did absolutely nothing to try to get out of your arms

He let out an annoyed huff when you guys got home...you were sure it was because he didn't want to come down

Now, he occasionally takes long at places so you could carry him...it's obvious when he keeps looking back to check if you'll get him

You caught on of course, but hey, he's your little tsundere demon

Levi:

"I'm not going to RAD today!" He yelled from his room. The hell he is, you kicked his door down and he screamed. You roughly pulled him from his tub and tossed him over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes, heading towards his closet.

"WWWWHAAAAAATISGOINGONNNN!?"

[Levi demon thrasher mode activated]

He was so confused and turned on by the sudden morning events

"Hey, hey! LEVI, stop it!"

He complied immediately and stopped struggling, you pat him gently while he still tried to understand what made you come in there so rough today

"That's a good demon!"

His tail swished around excitedly at your praise...this morning was something he never expected in his wildest dreams

Subby boy is subby™️

"Oh you like this a lot don't you? I guess I'll come get you more often."

"W-will this be an everyday thing!?" say yes say yes say yes say-

After that day, he still hesitated to ask for piggyback rides or anything else but you know the look and happily scoop him up every time

Please toss him around more, he loves it

Especially when you're rough

Satan:

Lucifer and Satan fighting was nothing new, but you just didn't have the energy to hear them today. So what better way than to just take one of them from the other? "Come here kitty!" You say, wrapping your arms around Satan and pulling him up against your body, carrying him to the manor library.

He shifted into demon form in an instant

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!? LET ME DOWN!"

He wasn't sure how your grip was so strong as he continued to try to pull away from you

And he also didn't understand why it felt so good to be carried by you

You patted him and told him to let the anger go and just enjoy the rest of the night with you

He stopped struggling but felt conflicted by what he was feeling especially since Lucifer looked so pleased when you two left

But this does feel good...and you chose him to hang out with

"Tch."

"Fine I'll put you down and-"

"No. You brought this upon yourself. Now continue to the library." He held on tighter

You smirked and he opened his mouth to argue but huffed instead

He was...actually impressed by your boldness and wouldn't mind being manhandled like that again

Just not when he's fighting with Lucifer please

Asmo:

Everyday his fans crowded him and 80% of the time, it was okay with you. Today though you just really wanted to go home quickly with him but his fans intercepted. Yeah no, you just weren't having it today. "Sorry guys we have to go home now." You say and tug on Asmo's hand. "Mm I don't know, it shouldn't take too long-" he starts. You raise an eyebrow at Asmo and end up tossing the Avatar of Lust over your shoulder, jogging away from the gawking crowd.

What just happened?

He squeals excitedly

"Oh I like this!♡"

He was surprised by your sudden action as you've never carried him before

Especially something so...possessive? In front of other RAD students!?

He was gushing

"Should I expect this more often!?"

"Yeah, probably. I should've done this a while ago." You admitted

Devildom Pictures Presents: Asmo, the Avatar of Blushing

He made himself comfortable and chatted with you while on the way home

The two of you ignored the looks of others but photos were definitely taken and posted to gossip sites

After that day he loved asking for piggyback rides and being carried around, he let you know how much he loved it every time

Beel:

Lucifer entrusted you to guard the fridge from Beel and so you did. "Sorry, Beel!" You tell the gluttonous beast. "Eh? I'm hungry now...I just want a little food..." He tried to walk around you to reach the fridge and that's when you scoop him up flawlessly, bridal style. You carried him away from the kitchen.

???

He did not foresee this ever happening

He could only blankly stare at you as you carried him further and further away from the kitchen

He actually really liked it but was worried about his weight

"You should put me down. You might get hurt."

"Did you not see how easily I scooped you up? This is nothing."

Beel smiled and went with it, completely forgetting about the fridge

"Can we do this more often?"

"Was already planning on it big guy!"

His heart flipped! After all, no one, even in the celestial realm, ever held him like this

And the fact that it was you, made it a million times better

The two of you settled on the couch while he stayed in your lap and cuddled with you until dinner time

(1) New Text from Lucifer : You did well. I'm counting on you for next time.

Belphie:

"You can't make me move!" Belphie muttered half asleep. He had a habit of falling asleep in weird places around the house and for some reason he chose the front of your bedroom door. You nudged him with your foot and he went back to snoozing on his cow print pillow. Okay, bet. You leaned over him and swiftly picked him up, wrapping his legs around your waist and holding him securely. You finally entered your room.

???

"You're not Beel!?" He said bewildered (and slightly embarrassed) by the sudden realization

"No I'm not and you were blocking my door."

"This feels nice from you. I could get use to this." He murmured happily at the sudden closeness

You roughly toss him onto your bed and he complained about demon abuse and rights

"Ugh! More gently next time!?"

He was still impressed by your use of force, you always surprised him which is why you're his favorite human

Was happy you decided to take a quick nap with him but upset you kicked him out after

"Hmph. You haven't seen the last of me!"

And it was true, he made it more of a habit to sleep in front of your door so you'd carry him inside, sometimes he got you to cuddle with him

He freely asks for piggyback rides if he's particularly drained

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kumememe · 1 month

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if you still got a Felix thirst how about a classic enemy to lovers fic! Like maybe they are rivals they turn everything into a competition, everyone already thinks they are dating but it isn’t until some one tells Felix about it he sees it. Bonus points if the reader is bragging about his win and Felix just kisses him

class fight (felix catton x m!reader [req])

note: this is so cute! though i wish i could have more of the other characters too. still, i am on my felix catton diet so i'll just pour out all my knowledge on this. warnings: not proofread, grammar is ICKY, just pure fluff.

let'sa go!

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once upon a monday afternoon, in bustling webbe college, were two ambitious souls that clashed against each other in the most unexpected way. who are these two? well, they were felix catton and y/n l/n, of course. the two were opposites of one another, striking a stark contrast; felix catton being the popular and affluent student, his brilliance shining effortlessly through the college campus, while y/n l/n was the quiet and kind one, exuding a demeanor that resonated deep within people like him. if felix was inside the busy clubs, bustling with loud music while he drank and danced the night away, picking and choosing people he wanted to chat up, y/n would be in his dorm room, pulling one all-nighter after another, drinking coffee until his heart pumped at a million beats per second.

their first encounter was rather pleasant, with felix, being the social butterfly he is, approaching y/n with interest as they were both new in oxford. y/n was civil and would talk to felix regarding school, greeting him and generally having pleasant chats with the aloof male. however, something changed one day when the professor set up a challenge. the challenge was for whoever finished their project first by the end of the week would get an incentive in their final grade average. with the two being competitive, they managed to finish and pass it at the same time. with a small fight between the two, the professor bargained and gave the points to felix, which infuriated y/n. ever since then, the two have been competitive with each other.

some days, it was all about playful banter, but other times, things got real. the serious moments often revolved around their studies and projects, igniting tension in the room. the palpable strain between them during classwork could be sliced with a butter knife, yet they couldn't resist clashing nonetheless.

even amidst their clashes, felix couldn't shake the feeling of missing the rivalry with y/n whenever they were apart. it seemed absurd, yet deep down, he understood that his life lacked a certain thrill without them. the banter, the tension—it was all a part of what made his days feel alive. it was strange, indeed, but at some point, he was starting to enjoy their competitiveness. their so-called "fights" were so amusing to him to the point where he couldn't help but smile when remembering the ridiculousness of each one: one where they clashed about whose writing is better, another where they argued about who scored higher in the major exams, and more. it was addicting.

felix stood in the halls of webbe college, talking to his posse as he recognized a familiar patch of hair walking by. he smirked, ready to tease his so-called rival named y/n. "hey, l/n. ready to score lower than me again?" he teased, smiling slightly as he saw y/n roll his eyes at felix, scoffing as he muttered, "you wish, catton." he stuck his tongue out playfully, walking past felix as he let his gaze linger for a bit. felix shook his head as he yelled out, "careful, you might trip on the next interim!" y/n turned back and showed him the middle finger, which made felix feign offense. y/n grinned as he walked away. felix watched him get smaller and smaller as he got further away, amused as he felt his heart beating faster.

felix's friend, noticing his lingering gaze, nudged him with a playful smirk. "hey, you seem awfully fixated on y/n. got a crush on him or something?" they teased, raising an eyebrow suggestively. felix scoffed, shaking his head vehemently. "as if! he's just my annoying competition," he retorted defensively, though his cheeks betrayed a slight flush. his friend chuckled knowingly but didn't press further, instead opting to change the subject. but as felix watched y/n disappear down the hallway, he couldn't deny the flutter in his chest, wondering if maybe there's more to their rivalry than meets the eye. it was just a mere question, but why did it make his heart stop, his stomach churn, and his cheeks flush with redness? he knew the answer but refused to let it out. instead, he swallowed it up inside and acted as if he wasn't aware.

at a quiet saturday afternoon, felix smokes a cigarette by his dorm room window as he rants about some interaction he had with y/n a few days ago. on the other side of the room was his half-cousin farleigh, who was typing away on his laptop as he listened lazily in half-interest. "- and he was so smug about it. it was so annoying, farleigh. seriously, if you saw y/n's face when he showed off his perfect marks, you probably would have been angry as well," felix said as he takes a puff of his cigarette.

farleigh rolls his eyes at his cousin, smirking as he continued his work. "god, the way you say it makes it sound like you're obsessed with him."

felix raises a brow at farleigh, turning his gaze onto the brown-skinned boy. "excuse me? obsessed is a stretch, isn't it?"

farleigh shakes his head, "i wouldn't say stretch, honestly. it's just a fact." he says bluntly, before chuckling. "i mean, you guys basically look like you're a couple."

felix stops in his tracks, feeling his cheeks heat up as he clears his throat, acting as if that doesn't hit a nerve in him. "pfft, as if." he said defensively, studying farleigh's slightly surprised expression at his words.

"…what?" felix mutters.

"wait… you aren't dating each other?" farleigh asks quietly.

"yeah- no, we aren't."

. . .

"…why? do you think me and y/n are dating?" felix answers quickly, a little too quickly which makes farleigh skeptical. however, the latter doesn't question it as he hums.

"you want me to be honest?" farleigh asks, to which felix gives him the silent approval with his eyes. "almost everyone i know thinks you two are dating. probably because of the way you look at each other." farleigh finishes, as he continued on with his work, leaving felix to think for himself as he looked outside the window.

realization hits felix at farleigh's honesty. it dawns on him like a sudden burst of light in the darkness of his mind. the countless banters, the heated debates, the shared glances filled with unspoken challenges—all of it flashes before him like scenes from a movie. in the midst of their competitive spirit, amidst the back-and-forth of their verbal fights, felix realizes that there's something more beneath the surface. it's not just about proving who's better anymore; it's about the exhilarating rush he feels whenever he's around y/n. the way his heart quickens at the mere thought of their next encounter, the warmth that spreads through him when they share a rare moment of camaraderie amidst their rivalry—it all points to something deeper, something he's been trying to deny but can no longer ignore. felix realizes, with a mix of astonishment and acceptance, that his feelings for y/n have evolved far beyond mere competition. they've transformed into something undeniable, something that he can no longer deny—a love that has grown from the seeds of rivalry.

he doesn't know what to do with this information, and just stares into the blue patches of sky.

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the next few weeks go by with felix's feelings only being further solidified at each interaction he had with y/n, in class, by the halls, by the field—his feelings intensified for the (skkin color) male. he found himself noticing every detail about y/n: the way his hair fell in messy waves, the sparkle in his eyes when he was passionate about something, the curve of his smile that could brighten even the gloomiest of days. every moment spent in y/n's presence seemed to deepen felix's affection, weaving its way into the fabric of his being until it became an inseparable part of him. despite his attempts to rationalize and suppress his emotions, felix couldn't deny the undeniable pull he felt towards y/n, a pull that grew stronger with each passing day. it was as if y/n had become the focal point of his universe, and no matter how hard he tried, felix couldn't escape the gravitational force of his love.

as the lecture ends, felix and y/n were called by the professor to congratulate them on how well they have been doing in class. the two would thank the professor gratefully, before y/n asks something. "so… may i ask who did the best for the last interim?" he said in an anticipating voice, and his professor pauses as he packs up his stuff.

once he packed up his laptop in his bag, " you really want to know?" he asks the two, in which they both nod. the professor sighed as he smiled at felix, then turning to y/n. "you did the best, you scored a point higher." he said as he swiftly makes an exit, yelling out a 'good job' as he did so.

y/n grins wide as he turns to felix, immediately begins teasing him. "ah! i win." he said in triumph, playfully sticking his tongue out as he celebrated. felix smiles fondly at the cute celebration, crossing his arms as he watches the latter brag about his exam. y/n notices how felix did not roll his eyes at him or become hasty to rebutt him, and slowly stops his mini celebratory dance. y/n smiles lightly, "why are you smiling? where's the snark?" y/n said as he lets out a light laugh, confused.

felix shrugs, walking towards y/n quietly with small grin. "well, you beat me fair and square." he said nonchalantly, "i'm impressed."

y/n licks his dry lips at the compliment, looking away as he lets out an awkard laugh. "oh stop, you're being weird." he says, "what have you done to the real felix catton?" he jokes.

however, felix doesn't laugh as he reaches over with his hand to cup y/n's face gently. y/n's breath hitches, his eyes widening in surprise at the sudden intimacy. a million thoughts race through his mind, but in that moment, none of them seem to matter as he leans ever so slightly into felix's touch, his heart pounding erratically in his chest. there's a fleeting moment of hesitation, a silent question hanging in the air, but as their eyes meet, all doubts seem to melt away. without a word, without a second thought, y/n leans in, meeting felix halfway in a tender, electrifying kiss that sends sparks flying between them. time seems to stand still as they lose themselves in each other, the world fading away until there's nothing but the warmth of their embrace and the sweetness of their connection. in that moment, everything feels right, as if they were always meant to find each other amidst the chaos of their rivalry, their differences melting away to reveal the undeniable truth of their love.

as the two pull away, y/n's mind whirls with a mixture of shock and realization. his lips tingle from the touch of felix's, and his heart races in his chest as he tries to process what just happened. he looks up at felix, his cheeks flushed with a deepening shade of red, his eyes wide with a newfound awareness. in that moment, it's as if a veil has been lifted, revealing the depth of his feelings for felix that he had been oblivious to before. the realization hits him like a wave, crashing over him with an intensity he can't ignore. he opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out, his mind too overwhelmed to form coherent thoughts. meanwhile, felix watches y/n's reaction with a mix of anticipation and nervousness, his own heart pounding in his chest as he waits for y/n's response, or at least, a coherent one.

y/n stutters, "i…i- what-" he tries to form coherent words, but nothing seems to pan out. felix chuckles at the latter's cuteness. "i've never seen you this flustered before, l/n." he teases.

"shut up!" y/n hisses as he tries to combat his flared up cheeks, "i just… i didn't-"

"mhm, yet you didn't back away." felix points out.

"i…" y/n trails off, looking at the ground before he takes a deep breath.

he decides that instead of talking anymore, y/n quickly pulls felix back in for another kiss, solidifying the feelings that both of them had formed. felix's heart skips a beat as their lips meet once again, this time with a newfound sense of certainty and warmth. it's a kiss filled with promise, a silent vow to explore the depths of their connection and embrace whatever the future holds for them. as they finally break apart, their smiles speak volumes, radiating with the sheer joy of newfound love and the excitement of what lies ahead.

. . .

"one more." y/n said.

felix chuckles, "no need to tell me twice."

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hope this wasn't as bad as the others :P, send in some requests for farleigh and oliver! oliver seems lonely :<<

#male reader #saltburn #saltburn x male reader #farleigh saltburn #farleigh start #felix catton #oliver quick #farleigh start x male reader #felix catton x reader #saltburn 2023

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 5 months

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Hi M *waves* hope you're doing well! I'm sending you a request for Balerion (from the Valyrian pantheon, not the dragon) x reader please for the 🎁 Gift giving (Normal timeline - which I guess means Medieval?) prompt from the Christmas fic list, with lemon for smut level please and thank you!

Thank goodness it’s not the dragon! 😂

Pairing: Balerion (the god from the Valyrian pantheon I came up with) x Fem. reader (second person POV)

Themes: Soft / Smut

Warnings: Kissing | Penetrative sex | Dream sex | Cream pie

Wordcount: 2.2k words

Summary: After having placed an offering at his alter, you find the collector of souls calling in you in your dreams.

Rating: 🔥🔥| Minors DNI | 18+ | You are responsible for the media you consume.

Divider by @estrelinha-s

The cave was dark and ominous. It was the height of summer, and yet, it was strangely cold even at the mouth of the cave. Eraenys peered in and shivered.

“Why caves?” She asked. “And why this cave?”

“Because caves lead to the realm of souls, where he reigns.” You lift your torch higher. Your friend did the same. The path ahead was a little clearer because of it. “And we cannot tarry. The others wish to go to the lake after this.”

The ceiling of the cave was high, more than half again as tall as the tallest man you had seen. Strange, elongated formations—some great and some small—descended from the ceiling like the teeth of a great dragon. It grew bitterly cold halfway through. Sharp, icy gusts of wind blew in from nowhere. The hair at the back of your neck rose. Someone, or, to be more precise, something, was watching the two of you, its eyes cleverly concealed in the darkness. Eraenys halted, frightened.

“I think we should turn back,” she told you.

“We cannot,” you said, turning to face her. “We made a vow, remember? If our fathers returned safe and sound, we would offer our most priceless keepsakes to him. Now they are home, and we must honor our part of the bargain. Come Eraenys. It will not take long.”

Eraenys shook her head and took a step back. “I cannot do it. I cannot stay here. There is something strange in this cave, and I do not like it. Here,” she reached into her purse and produced a small, wooden box. “Offer this in my stead. I will wait for you until you return.”

She turned sharply on her heel and fled the cave before you could say another word. May the gods forgive her for this offense, you thought to yourself, and you placed her offering into a velvet bag holding your own.

You wandered for a long time before you found his shrine. Carved out of a single block of dragonglass and full of black candles, the altar was a sight to behold. There were other offerings to be seen: bottles of honeyed wine and jewels and even bits of bone. Many of the candles had been lit, as if other devotees had come and gone before you. Another gust of wind blew through the cave, making the flames on all those candles dance and throw strange shapes onto the cave walls.

I am here now, and I will not turn back, you told yourself. I am a Valyrian, and a dragon rider, besides. I will not cower in fear.

First came the lighting of a new candle. Many had been left behind by the priests. But you lit a candle of your own making and placed it on the altar. Then came the kneeling. It was painful; the ground was rough and sharp, and jagged stones dug into your knees. Nevertheless, you did it all the same, and you lowered your head to pray.

The cave was silent, and not unpleasantly so. You were still being watched, and by more eyes now. You were certain of it. Still, you continued to pray, first with the incantations taught by those from the holy orders, then you gave voice to your own.

“Eraenys’ offering, my lord.” You drew the wooden box from your bag and placed it beside your candle. “And mine. A ring that belonged to my late lady grandmother. It was all that I had left of her; her other kin claimed the rest. I offer my gratitude as well, for the safe return of my father. That is all.”

The box you placed next to Eraenys’ was wrought in Valyrian steel and heavy. Satisfied with your prayers, you rose and dusted your skirts. Then the feeling of being watched disappeared. It was as if no one besides you were there. After another moment or two, you turned to leave.

Despite her own fears, Eraenys kept true to her word. You found her standing by the entrance of the cave, waiting for you to reappear.

That very night, after you returned to the safety of your father’s manse, you dreamed of that cave, with its strange winds and dark altar and dark candles. A figure stood before it, clad in a long hooded cloak as dark as the candles and the altar they were on. His face was concealed in shadows.

“Pray come closer,” he—for the figure was indeed a he—beckoned, his voice deep and potent like a rich wine. “Do not be frightened, y/n of the House of the Black Heart. I mean you no harm.”

You startled. This being, whoever he was, knew you and your House. “Who are you, my lord?”

“I have many names and just as many titles.” With each word he uttered, the air around him rippled softly, like water rippling after a pebble had been thrown in. “But the one favored by many is Balerion, God of death and the great judge of souls.”

The mention of his name was enough to make you dip to your knees. “Forgive my Lord for my ignorance. But may I ask as to why you are here in my dream?”

“You willingly offered a gift that was both priceless and irreplaceable,” he began. “Many of my followers offer me tokens that hold little value to them or because they wish to make a display of their wealth. You are one of the rare few who have been sincere in their willingness to sacrifice. It pleased me greatly. Besides, I need to honor my end of the vow you made.”

“I do not understand, my lord. My father returned to our family alive and well.” Your confusion grew palpable. Balerion offered another boon in addition to the wish he had already granted. It frightened you. “How is it that my vow remains unfulfilled?”

“Many days before you and your friend made your vows, your father made a pact of his own on a distant battlefield. A great many sacrifices in return for not having to answer my call until he turned old and gray. Therefore, your own remains unfulfilled from my end. Now tell me, what is it that you desire from me?”

Your father had indeed remarked on such a thing upon his return, but you thought nothing of it at the time. And you did not know what to ask. Your family was exceedingly wealthy. Every member of age had claimed a dragon, and you yourself never wanted for anything. “I… I do not know,” you said in the end.

Balerion dropped to his knees before you. “Come now, little one. Surely there must be something your heart desires—something no mortal could grant you. Tell me. If it is within my power, I will gladly provide it.”

There was one such wish, one that even Eraenys did not know of. But to ask such a thing from him—the sheer brazenness of it alone—was enough to dissuade you from speaking. Balerion laughed.

“You do not need to tell me, little one. I can see into your heart,” he confessed, and he extended his hand. “You have heard the tales of those who have been bedded by the gods, and wish to experience the same for yourself. Very well. I will tend to this desire of yours. All you need to do is take my hand.”

A flash of heat rose in your throat. Balerion knew, and of course, he would know. He was a god, after all. Peering into the hearts of men was but a small part of what he was truly capable of. And you felt dizzy. Having one of the most feared of the gods claim you for his own, even for one night, was something you only envisioned in your dreams.

“Where, my lord?” You asked hesitantly.

“Anywhere you wish,” promised Balerion. He seemed pleased when you took his hand. “Your own bedchamber, perhaps. Or, if you desire it, that is, I can weave a chamber for us in this world of dreams.”

You pondered for a while. Your bedchamber may have been more comfortable, but the risk of someone hearing and walking in on you was too great. Here, in the world of dreams, no one would know. You made a decision and said, “In this world, my lord?”

He smiled and rose, lifting you with him when he did so. The cave disappeared, its walls swirling and changing like they had been made out of mist. The altar vanished as well, as did the candles upon it. You watched, spellbound, while sturdy crimson walls and an inviting featherbed took form. The hearth was the last to take shape—a large and imposing one that stretched from wall to wall. A fire sprang to life within it in the blink of an eye. Balerion surprised you even more when he removed the cloak he was garbed in, and a being fairer than anything you had ever beheld stood before you, clad in silk robes.

“Come here, little one,” he entreated softly. “And let me grant you what you desire.”

His kiss was tender, and his embrace even more so. Balerion’s touch was said to be as cold as ice, but you found it uncommonly warm. His hands glided over your back, unfastening the clasps of your dress one by one. When your dress loosened and those same sinful hands pressed against your flesh, you shivered.

“You are beautiful, little one.” Balerion tugged your sleeves down your arms and past your waist. When it slipped down to pool around your feet, he took a step back, his black-to-the-center eyes aglow with a light all of their own. “Has anyone told you this?”

You could not remember, and say so. Balerion smiled and sought your lips again. He undressed himself, eager to feel skin against skin, and sighed softly when you slipped your arms around his neck and kissed him in return. Then he slipped his own around you, lifted you up, and then carried you to bed.

Everything about him felt different, and it was not because he was a god coupling with you in a dream. Every aspect of Balerion felt different when compared to those of a mortal man. His flesh burned with the gentle heat of a brazier, and his touch set yours ablaze whenever his hands glided over your arms or your belly or your thighs. His skin was rough around his hips and his back and even his arms, as if they had been made from the scales of a dragon. Nevertheless, he was exceedingly tender, half-whispering words of endearment in a tongue you had never heard before. Then, when you were ready, when you rested your legs over his hips, he slid a hand beneath your back and raised it, sliding his cock inside of you before you had a chance to take another breath.

The silk sheets beneath you were as cool as he was warm, and the air was strangely thick and heated. Balerion kept pulling his hips back and then pushing them back in, bruising your thighs and driving that rigid part of him deeper and deeper with each thrust. His growls vibrated softly against your throat whenever you arched your back, and your nails gauged little indents into his skin. Flashes of pain and then waves of rapture, the likes of which you had never before experienced in your life, rose and fell like great waves, dragging you to the depths and then drowning you. You trembled beneath his body and yielded to the demands of your own. And then you felt it—the coiling deep within your belly, the ecstasy coursing through your veins. On and on it went until something gave way and a brilliant white light flashed behind your eyes. So consumed were you in your own pleasure and the release that came after, that you barely felt him slip out of you and finish himself over your belly with a deep, satisfying grunt. The air cooled once again, and everything around you went still.

Am I still in this dream? Or am I alone in my own bed? You opened your eyes, uncertain of what you were going to find. The crimson walls were gone, as was the hearth that stretched from one end of the wall to the other. Yours had taken its place, small and pretty, and nothing like the one you had seen in your vision. You recognized your windows and the fired glass figurines on the mantle.

It was a dream, you tell yourself. It was all just a wondrous dream.

Perhaps Balerion did indeed call on you while you slumbered. Perhaps he did not. And yet, you could not deny the throbbing you felt between your thighs—the sweet sense of ease that flowed through you with every breath you took. A wondrous dream indeed, you think, until an arm came to rest over your waist. You looked over your shoulder, terrified of what you were going to find.

“I can only linger till an hour or so before dawn, little one.” Balerion was here with you in your bed. The collector of souls himself was in your bed. Your dream was more than just a glorious dream, after all. “And then I must leave before the first rays of the sun drive away the darkness. Is this acceptable to you?”

It was more than acceptable, and you made it known. Balerion drew you closer to him while you slept.

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mostlikelytofangirl · 6 months

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20 Questions Writer Meme

Tagged by @unfortunatelycake, thanks girl!

How many works do you have on AO3? 28 written by me and one I'm credited as co-author but didn't really wrote.

What's your total AO3 word count? 928,907.

What fandoms do you write for? Currently only for MDZS, but I've also written for Boueibu.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? "All men are the same" MDZS nieyao. A comedy of errors where JGS tries to get NMJ and JGY married but it's all a misunderstanding with each one having his own version of what's going on. "Strong roots for a pine" MDZS nieyao. Accidental baby acquisition by MY keeping the baby he found during the war and changing his decisions and priorities. "Brother, don't preach" MDZS sangcheng, 3zun. Modern omegaverse with NHS getting accidentally pregnant during one of JC's visits and 3zun caring for him until JC returns from studing in another city. "To hold your hand and let it guide me" MDZS nieyao. Extra scene of 'All men are the same' where JGY is back in Qinghe and the dumbasses finally confess their feelings. "When the fire plays with you" MDZS ruoyao. After some tabloid headlines, CEO WRH convinces his temporary assistant MY to troll the entire city via a fake relationship. MY gets much more than he bargained for.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes, I do! Bc if the reader has gone out of their way to let me know that they appreciate my story, the least I can do is letting them know in turn that I appreciate their support ^^.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Whoo, this took me down some memory lanes lol. That'd be "Say you love me like you mean it", a Boueibu akorima vampire AU where one doesn't remember their past lives as lovers.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? That's a very good question bc most my stuff has a happy, or at least a hopeful ending. I don't really think there's one that's particularly happier than the rest :P.

Do you get hate on fics? Not yet, which I'm very grateful for.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Technically, the answer is yes, but this far it has only been in convos with very close friends and just one tame-ish scene. I do have fics that will be E tho.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I don't really write crossover.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Luckily, no. That I know of, at least.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, actually! - "All men are the same" to Brazilian Portuguese (wattpad) - "Strong roots for a pine" to Spanish

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I'm credited as co-author in "Going digital", a Boueibu Digimon AU, but it was @magiccatprincess doing the actual writing, I just helped plot it ^^;.

What's your all-time favorite ship? I can't say I have an all-time fave bc my level of how much I love it changes every time I change hyperfixations. But in my current fandom I'd say nieyao, bc it was one of the first ships I fell for and it is still one I'm hella into, like a default.

What's a wip that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Ooh boy. I have lots of wips that I do intent on finishing one day, but tbh I fear that I'll get obsessed with another thing before I can get to them orz.

What are your writing strenghts? I guess that when I am inspired and very obsessed I can write a lot in a relatively short time, and I can adapt and improvise as I go. I've made plot critical changes in the middle of a story that was already getting posted without it showing too much lol.

What are your writing weaknesses? My aforementioned dependence on my level of obsession for a fic to get completed. If another fandom catches my eye and heart while I have unfinished fics, those are done for. My motivation for a previous fandom is pretty much non-existent when I'm neck deep into another thing, all my energy is now poured into new fandom with new fics and ideas.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Not a big fan of it and I don't really do it beyond names or expressions ('et tu', 'touché', etc.)

First fandom you wrote for? Boueibu.

Favorite fic you've ever written? This answer also changes depending on what fandom I'm in at the moment. But rn I'd say "Black hole sun", a MDZS alternative Guanyin temple scene with fierce corpse WRH bc I like the instrospection I do in JGY's character and choices (and also him getting to live :')))).

Tagging: @jgydidnothingwrong, @thebiscuiteternal, @wishthefish and whoever else wants to do this!

#tagged #mdzs #bc that's mostly what this is about lol

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abraxos-and-ataraxia · 2 years

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Crown of Ash and Blood

Chapter 4

Pairing: Eris x Original Character

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: none

Summary: Eris is cool, calm, and collected. He’s not known for the fire in his blood, but for his cold manipulation of truth and lies. Until he meets his match. Literally.

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Unfamiliar woods stretched in every direction. The air felt heavy, pressing down on her. The quiet was unsettling. She couldn’t hear a single bird, nor a breeze through the trees. It was as if the forest was holding its breath. Sentient.

Her skin prickled. “What is this place?”

“You have ten seconds to release me,” the male drawled. He didn’t sound worried about the fork still pressed to his throat.

She opened her mouth to respond, but the fork started to heat up, and the temperature suddenly became unbearable. Danae hissed, releasing it before the metal burned her skin. As soon as she did, the male winnowed out of her hold.

“The last time I saw you, I saved your life. I expected a thank you, not threats with silverware.” Danae spun to face the male, now sitting on a fallen log a few feet away. Eris, she recalled. That’s what the High Lord called him, at least. He crossed one ankle over his knee, amber eyes scanning her body with all the warmth of frostbite. Somehow, he gave the impression of sitting on a throne, rather than rotting wood. The pretty outfit only added to the illusion, all velvet and golden trim. He looked like some kind of faerie prince, drawn straight from one of her mother’s bedtime stories. Danae was suddenly and painfully aware of her sweaty nightgown and tangled hair.

Embarrassment drowned out any apologies lingering on her tongue. “Last I saw you,” she snapped back at him. “You were working for the High Lord. Tell me, how do boot lickers get to call him by his first name?”

Finally, a flicker of emotion in those eyes, there and gone before she could identify it. “Working for him? Hardly.” Eris’ gaze flicked down her body and back up. He didn’t deign to say anything further, and her temper sparked in response.

“Where are we?”

Eris snorted. “Only a fool would announce their lack of knowledge in front of a stranger. Twice.”

“Answer the damned question,” she growled.

A small smile. “The Middle. Surely you know where that is?”

Danae blanched. Of course she knew of the Middle. Ruled by wild beasts, creatures banished from the courts long ago. All of the nightmares of the fae gathered together in a place few ventured to, and fewer returned from. Her voice was unsteady when she finally asked, “Why did you take us here?”

He laughed, but it wasn’t a pleasant sound. “You didn’t say where. You’re as faerie as I am, you ought to learn to be more specific,” Eris said, each word soaked with derision.

“I’ve known you for all of a minute, and I can firmly say that no one is as faerie as you are,” Danae said, equally disgusted by him. Eris had saved her not once, but twice, and yet sat there insulting her with every breath. But she couldn’t fly, and without any idea where she was, she needed him. “Take me to the Day Court.”

“No.”

She nearly snarled. “You said I needed to be more specific.”

“I’m glad you took the feedback seriously,” Eris said, wearing a mocking smile. “But my answer is still no.”

Danae clenched her fists, fingernails digging into her palms. “Why not,” she gritted out.

“I don’t want to,” he said simply. “You are not my responsibility, and unless you have anything valuable to offer—which I doubt—then I have no incentive to help you.” Eris’ smile remained, a stark contrast to his empty eyes. “And if you ever try to threaten me again, I will not hesitate to end your life.”

Danae swallowed harshly, her stomach dropping. She’d assumed he would help her again. After all, he’d done it before. Admittedly, the second time had been coerced. Regret soured her stomach. “What about a bargain,” she said, scrambling for anything she could use.

Eris got to his feet, dusting his hands over his jacket. “What could you possibly have to bargain with?”

She bit her lip, thinking hard. The High Lord said this male was from Autumn, not the Night Court. Eris himself claimed he wasn’t working with the High Lord, but why were they meeting? Were they enemies? Allies?

Apparently, she’d been thinking too long. Eris waved a hand, turning away from her in blatant dismissal. “If you don’t have anything—”

“Information,” she blurted, taking a gamble. When Eris paused, she knew it was the right one. “Everything I know about the Night Court.”

Eris looked back over his shoulder, eyes narrowed at her. “And what, exactly, do you know?”

Danae snorted, channeling a little of his arrogance to fuel her bluff. “More than some Autumn lordling.”

The barb must have been more accurate than she’d dared to hope for, because Eris strode back towards her. “I doubt Rhysand allows his cannon fodder to know any sensitive information.”

She forced herself to ignore the insult, and pasted a smirk on her lips. “Obviously, you know nothing about Illyria. Care to reveal any other gaps of knowledge?”

The male’s gaze remained carefully blank, unreadable. “No bargain,” he said.

Danae blinked, shock turning her limbs to stone. She’d been so sure. “What?”

Eris flashed a smirk. “Perhaps you’ll be more persuasive when I return.”

Her eyes widened. “What,” she repeated, more frantic. When he returned? Danae lurched forwards, reaching for him. But Eris disappeared with a flash of light, leaving her alone in the rapidly darkening woods. “Fuck,” she yelled. The word didn’t echo, swallowed by the too-still trees.

Somehow, she doubted Eris was coming back.

* * * * *

Eris winnowed just outside the wards, trekking the rest of the way on foot. It was colder here, near the Winter border. Quieter, too.

He ghosted through the trees, scanning the brush for any sign of disturbance, but he found nothing. Eris knew his family never visited. The fact that it was still unoccupied spoke more to his father’s apathy than any sense of loss. No one cared what happened to this place.

Eris opened the door to the cabin, sending a plume of dust into the air. He grimaced at the mess within, sending flames to chase away the cobwebs and incinerating any evidence of wildlife taking refuge. He was left with piles of ash scattered everywhere, not much of an improvement. Eris frowned, flicking his fingers to make the grime disappear. Unfortunately, he’d have to clean it by hand to banish the smell. He didn’t want to bring any servants to this place, but he couldn’t trust anyone else with his plan. Perhaps he could make the female do it. A fitting punishment.

The woodpile behind the cabin had long since rotted, so Eris found himself rolling up his sleeves and venturing into the forest himself. It had been many years, but his muscles remembered the movements. The heavy overhead swing, the brutal yank out of a stuck log. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the chill. He whittled away the minutes, carrying one armful at a time back to the cabin. Eris had been lucky, finding a deadfall a few dozen steps beyond the treeline. There was enough dry wood to manage a few nights of fires.

He stacked the fireplace in the main room, lighting it with a burst of ruby flame. By the time he returned, the space would be warm enough, even for those without fire in their blood.

Eris looked around the cabin for the umpteenth time. For all that it hadn’t been touched in nearly two hundred years, the furniture was in good shape. Eris usually remembered to send someone to clean the place every ten years or so. Discreetly, of course. The pantry was similarly untouched. He would have to retrieve food later—items that would keep for a few days at a time, perhaps longer. But unless he wanted to scrub the floors himself, there was not much left to do. So much for stalling. He would have liked to let the female stew in worry for another hour or so.

Much as it pained him to admit it, Eris needed a new advantage against the Night Court. He was tired of running around at Rhysand’s beck and call, the male happy to forget the meaning of “ally”. Eris was more than willing to remind them of what he could do, of the threat he could become if they stopped playing along. What better reminder than a new alliance? Or at least the illusion of one?

The female had played right into his hands. A willing guest was better than a reluctant one, especially when his goal was to fool Rhysand into believing she defected to Autumn. So he needed her to seek his help, to beg for it. Once she made the first step, the rest was easier to manipulate. Her offer of information only sweetened the deal. Rhysand would be furious when he realized the female was missing, and even more enraged if Eris revealed his precious secrets. The fear of betrayal was a lovely motivator.

The only missing piece of the puzzle was how the female had gone from receiving special treatment to attempting an escape from the Hewn City. Eris was burning to know what had changed over the course of the week. He had a few guesses.

After a final look around the cabin, Eris made for the edge of the wards.

* * * * *

She was gone.

Earlier, he had wondered if it was recklessness or stupidity that led her to face down the Darkbringers with nothing but a fork. The female obviously had unrealistic expectations of her own survivability. Eris never had such delusions.

But seeing that she had wandered off in the Middle with no weapons, gear, or guide, he was leaning towards the latter. She was dumber than a sack of rocks if she thought she could survive a night in this place.

Fighting a snarl, Eris tracked her through the eerie woods. The female either hadn’t noticed her trail or hadn’t cared. Either one would get her killed. Faint scuffs, broken twigs, and torn leaves marked her passage, providing a path for him to follow.

The tree roots were gnarled, ancient things, growing out of the ground in knots designed to trip the unwary. A trap to slow down prey. After a while, the trees grew denser, the web of branches tangled over his head. The clearing came upon him unexpectedly, and the small house at its center made his stomach clench with dread.

Without conscious thought, Eris found the Made dagger in his hand. He approached the cottage slowly, each footstep silent. The Weaver may have died in the battle with Hybern, but that didn’t mean her house was empty. Any manner of beast could have moved in, waiting for foolish prey to walk into its trap, like an Illyrian female with more guts than brains. If the female was already dead, there was no use joining her.

Eris eased into the doorway, eyes adjusting to the gloom. Instead of scattered body parts, he found a maze of untouched tables of junk. And on the far side of the room, the female stood before a mirror, playing dress-up with Stryga’s hoard. Strings of pearls hung around her neck, every color imaginable from the Summer court. A crown inlaid with ruby and jasper sat atop her head, glinting dully in the low light. She held a gown to her chest, head cocked to the side as she considered it.

“What are you doing,” he hissed. She jumped in surprise, and he narrowed his gaze at her in reprimand. Did she even realize how lucky she’d been thus far?

The female recovered, sneering at him. “I don’t know why you’re here. If you don’t want a deal, I’ll keep my secrets. I can see myself living here quite happily.”

“With the door wide open for anything to come along and eat you?”

Her expression tightened. “With the door locked so prissy Autumn lords stay away.”

“Since you know so much about the Middle,” he went on, ignoring her. “Surely you can tell me all about the owner of this cottage.” When she didn’t respond, he chuckled, waiting for her stubbornness to give out.

Finally, she caved, throwing the dress to the ground. “Fine, tell me,” she said, waving a hand.

“The Weaver of the Wood,” he whispered, delighting in her rapidly paling cheeks. “Every creature of the Middle feared her. And I’m sure that every one of those horrid beasts has heard of her death by now.”

The female laughed, but the sound was stilted, uncertain. “So there’s nothing to fear.”

Eris scoffed, still keeping one eye on the doorway. “The Weaver was the only reason these woods remained empty. What are the odds that something else uses this place as a hunting ground now?” He eyed the shelves along the walls, lined with all manner of trinkets. “This cottage holds the largest collection of magical objects in Prythian. Not even the High Lords have dared to retrieve items from her, fearing the laws that protected her. Items that have been lost for millenia, dating back to the time before the courts, never to be recovered. And the fact that none of it is missing yet?” He let her figure out the rest.

All of the blood drained from her face, fingers falling limp at her side. “No one has succeeded,” she whispered.

He listened hard, but heard no sign of approach. He might as well take advantage of the opportunity at hand. Dagger at the ready, Eris moved to the back of the room, scanning those shelves. Books, a few shells, and something that smelled vaguely human and bloody. He grimaced, moving to the next shelf.

“What are you waiting for? Get us out of here,” the female demanded quietly. Eris fought to keep his face blank. Her self preservation had finally kicked in.

“While I’m here, I thought I would take a look around. I’ll winnow when I’m ready, or whenever something comes along,” he said, waving a careless hand. More books, a ragged doll, even a dead bird. “You’d better hurry, though.”

“Our deal,” she gasped, rushing through the maze of tables to reach him.

“What deal? You’re welcome to try convincing me,” he said, inspecting a necklace from the second shelf, then a dagger from the third. With a little sleight of hand, he tucked several items away on his person.

“I told you,” she bit out. “Information about the Night Court. Illyria is in such a state of unrest, it wouldn’t take much to start an internal war.”

“Is it,” Eris murmured, eyeing a small box beside a comb of carved bone.

His attempt at indifference didn’t fool her. “If that sort of thing interests you,” she shrugged. “I know other things. But no more secrets unless you agree to a deal.”

“No bargains,” he determined. “Here in the Middle, the magic might be…skewed. What do you want for your various secrets?”

“Food, shelter, clothing, safety,” she rattled off. “Until I’ve told you everything you want to know.”

Eris hummed thoughtfully, sliding his hands into his pockets. “A steep price, with no guarantee that anything will prove useful to me.”

“What about a daemati?” She caught his surprise, savored it. “I thought so.”

He turned to face her fully, reluctantly impressed. “Very well. I will winnow us to a safe place. I will provide food and additional garments. And I will ensure your continued safety, so long as you follow all of my rules.” The female opened her mouth to argue, but his glare kept her quiet. “In exchange, you will tell me anything and everything you can about the Night Court. You will answer my questions truthfully, and to the best of your ability.”

“Rules,” she ground out. “What rules?”

“This is my one and only offer. If you don’t wish to accept, I’ll leave. Be careful leaving by the front door.” The female gritted her teeth, fists clenched at her sides like she’d rather punch him than agree. He elaborated in an attempt to put her more at ease. And to avoid any more sharp objects at his throat. “I can promise that the rules are intended for your safety, which you demanded from our deal. The Autumn Court is a dangerous place.”

“Fine.”

“It’s a deal,” Eris smirked, pointedly avoiding the word that could bind them more than he could allow. He extended an arm, allowing the female to grab onto him before he whisked them away.

* * * * *

When Danae found herself in yet another forest, she nearly groaned. This one, at least, didn’t have monsters waiting in the shadows to eat her. The trees were different from the ones in Illyria, their pale bark almost silver in the moonlight filtering between their branches.

Eris began picking his way up a hill, leaving her to scramble after him. “Where are we?”

“That’s not a question I’ve heard before,” he muttered.

Danae rolled her eyes. “Fine, let me be more specific. I see all these fallen leaves, and since it’s still summer in Illyria, that means we’re in Autumn.” She debated picking up a rock to throw at him, but decided that would likely work against her. “So where are we in the Autumn Court? The Forest House? A brothel?”

“Would you like me to take you to one? I imagine Autumn has more than whatever backwater town you grew up in.” She scooped up the rock, but he spun to face her before she could throw it. “Do not,” he growled.

She threw it anyway, just to see what he would do.

Flames erupted from his palm, and he caught the rock within white-hot fingers. When it fell back to the ground, it sizzled, setting the surrounding leaves on fire. His eyes—when she met them again—were ice cold.

He continued marching up the hill as if nothing had happened. Lesson learned, Danae ignored the other rocks littering their path. “Why haven’t you burned me to a crisp, like you so obviously want to do,” she called after him.

“Because we made a deal, and I promised your safety. Even from me,” he said, toneless.

Danae watched his back, surprised. And also pleased. “Well,” she couldn’t resist poking at him a bit more. “I suppose it’s a good thing I didn’t make any such promises.” His answering snarl made her cackle.

After a short climb, they reached a cabin at the top of the ridge. Her eyes picked over every detail as they approached, from the rough-hewn logs to the chimney puffing smoke. The windows were old, thick glass, half-covered by simple shutters. It looked far too plain for the male at her side. She imagined him living in a gilded palace, not this hunting shack.

Eris opened the door for her. When she hesitated, he bowed at the waist, eyes laughing at her. With a huff, Danae stomped inside. Immediately, her nose wrinkled.

Behind her, Eris shut the door with a heavy thud. “Apologies, this was cleaned in a hurry. If the smell bothers you too much, you’ll find supplies in the closet. A good scrub would do wonders.”

“You promised me shelter,” Danae said. “Not a musty cabin for me to clean.”

The male simply ignored her, approaching the fire instead. He grabbed a poker, nudging the burning logs until they flamed brighter. After tossing another few pieces of wood on top, Eris turned to face her again. “I’m a busy male. If I can, I will come back tomorrow night to delve into your secrets. If not, I’ll come on the following day.”

Danae resisted the urge to throw anything else, not that there were many options. The furniture was sparse, the decorations even more so. She spotted a wooden table and chairs in the small kitchen. A well-worn couch and armchair sat before the fireplace, a threadbare blanket draped over one or two pillows. Candles dotted throughout the space revealed just how empty it was. Danae was pretty sure there was a book being used as a doorstop, the only hint of life.

Eris interrupted her perusal. “Why the Day court?”

She paused in the midst of opening kitchen cabinets, all empty. “What?”

The male sighed. “Earlier, you asked me to take you to Day. Why?”

“It seemed as good a place as any.” Danae slammed the final cupboard.

“You truly mean to tell me that you escaped without any kind of plan? That kind of recklessness is going to get you killed one day.”

“So will lack of food,” she snarled.

He simply waved a hand. “I’ll send some as soon as I leave.” Danae propped her fists on her hips, mouth tight. Eris, damn him, actually smiled. “It just occurred to me that we haven’t been properly introduced,” he said, taking slow steps towards her. He stopped a few feet away, amber eyes piercing in the low light. “My mother would be ashamed of my lack of manners.” His shallow bow startled her, an echo of his earlier movement, but without the mocking air. “Eris Vanserra, heir to the Autumn Court and General of its forces.”

Danae stared at him. Apparently, she hadn’t been far off the mark when she called him an Autumn lordling. But the heir? How many times had she threatened him? She hoped he had a short memory, or she’d be looking over her shoulder when he finally became High Lord.

Eris cocked a brow. “And you are?”

“Danae.”

“Just Danae?”

“Not all of us command legions, princeling,” she said.

“Perhaps you will one day,” a faint smile teased at his lips.

Danae pinned him with a glare. “Enough games. You said there were rules.”

“So I did,” Eris agreed. He angled backwards, extending an arm to the fireplace. “Would you like to sit?”

“I’d like you to explain.”

When she didn’t move, Eris leaned against the back of the couch, watching her with those unsettling eyes. “The most important rule is this: do not step foot outside this cottage unless I am here to accompany you.”

Danae bristled at the implications. “I won’t be your prisoner.”

Eris leaned forward. “So that’s what happened with Rhysand,” he mused. Danae flinched, realizing too late that it only confirmed his guess. “Fret not, I won’t lock you in here. I don’t like to keep unwilling females.”

“Of course, I can trust you completely,” she said, throwing her hands in the air. “Give me one good reason to follow your silly rule.”

“There are wards around the perimeter of the cabin, designed to prevent anyone from winnowing inside, but they don’t make you invisible. If someone sees you, word will eventually reach my father or brothers.” At her baffled expression, he went on. “My family are the only ones permitted within the wards, and they wouldn’t hesitate to come eliminate a trespasser from the Night Court.”

“But I’m not trespassing, you invited me,” she said, incredulous.

“If they knew that, they’d torture you into revealing my secrets.” Danae gaped at him. “Welcome to Autumn,” he said wryly.

“Sounds like a lovely place,” she muttered.

“Now, I know you didn’t ask for a second reason, but I’ll give you one anyway,” Eris drawled, folding his arms over his chest. “You didn’t fly out of the Middle, and I can see the scar tissue from here, so I assume your wings aren’t back to full strength.”

The reminder of her weakness had Danae grinding her teeth in frustration. “And?”

“If your wings need time to heal, this is as good an excuse as any to rest,” he said. “When I return, I’m happy to escort you outside, so long as it’s safe.”

Danae clenched her fists tight. “You’re awfully concerned with my safety.”

“I’m awfully concerned with your information,” Eris corrected. “If you die prematurely, you won’t tell me about the daemati or possible conflicts I can exploit. And,” he continued. “I have no desire to break my word. We made a deal. I intend to keep it.”

“Fine,” she said, stalking past him to sit in the armchair. Danae didn’t want to admit that she was growing cold in nothing but her nightgown. Her head thumped against the back of the chair, reminding her of the crown still tangled in her hair. She carefully unwound it, setting it down in her lap. When she looked up again, Eris was standing by the door, a curious expression on his face.

“I’ll send something else to wear. Maybe to match your new pearls,” he said. Then he was gone, the door pulling shut behind him. Danae ran a finger over her forgotten necklaces, cool to the touch. She hadn’t reminded him about the new clothes, though it was part of the deal they’d negotiated.

She also hadn’t gotten the chance to ask him about any other rules. Danae doubted it was just the one.

Danae had just begun to reach for the blanket when she caught a glimpse of movement from the kitchen. She crept closer to peek at the small bundle sitting on a chair, a bundle that hadn’t been there a minute ago. Soft pants, thick socks, a few sweaters, and a new nightgown. She tried not to blush at the undergarments included in the pile.

Suddenly, food appeared on the table beside her, along with a note. Sleep well. I expect answers tomorrow.

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araingirl · 2 years

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For the ship ask game, 13, 16, 17, 18 for KaiHil, please!

At first, I am really sorry for replying to this ask so late, dear. Couldn't find time for it and also took time to prepare the answers. Hehehe...anyways, let's move on!

13. Their opinions on PDA:

Public display of affection, right? Dear, actually *Scratches head* KaiHil was never a public couple. Yet, one of their signature displays is to wrap their pinky fingers around each other's.

(Cute, isn't it? :P )

Another one- Hilary keeps her head against Kai's shoulder, wrapping her fingers around one of his arms while walking and Kai secretly smells her hair. Actually these signs belong more to reliance on each other, respect to each other-than to affection, I guess. Hehehe...

16. Domestic bliss moment/domestic chores/shopping:

Both are pretty busy in their regular chores. Yet, their special moment is when they dress each other up for going outside. Kai combs and dresses Hilary's hair, Hilary also does the same and makes him wear the scarf around his neck.

They, of course, if in a live-in relationship, cook together. While cooking, Hilary is the one to cut the veggies, beat eggs, mix the spices and marinate (Although it is Kai who decides the quantities of the ingredients). Except that, Kai only boils, fries and steams them. (Yeah yeah, hot boy does hottie things ;P). For fish or meat, it's Kai who chops them.

For cleaning, together, they clean the furniture and mirrors. For floors, if Kai removes the dust with the vacuum cleaner, Hilary will mop them (And will get very very much angry with Kai if he steps on the wet floors with bare feet -_-). For cloths and dishes, they just divide the duties although they remain together for the dishwashing. Hilary just keeps talking and Kai keeps listening, as always.

Now, shopping. Shopping with Hilary: A nightmare to Kai Hiwatari! Buhahaha! (xD) Yes, really, our Mr. Sourpuss, the bravest, toughest blader in the world is scared of only a very few things in this world and shopping with the brunette is one of them. No, not because she is a woman who will empty the market. She will buy only a few things which are really necessary but she won't compromise with the quality of it. And in this case, she's better than her partner, including bargaining. When she keeps haggling with the storekeepers and remains roaming from this shop to that, Kai just becomes (-_-). I mean...she takes a lot of time.

But Kai surely admires one thing about her: Her shopping demands are very few in number, in comparison with other girls. Plus, she doesn't always rely on Kai's money for her wants. So, this trait of Hilary can be forgiven, right? ;D

17. A relaxing night for them:

An open, cloudless sky wearing the tiara of the moon and hairpins of pearly stars, checking for her reflection on the transparent surface of the plain river water. At the shore, they both are sitting, resting the heads of each other on the shoulders of each other, palms on each other's knees. Fireflies hovering around them; there is no person, no sound-except the jingling of the crickets.

Ah! *Blissfully sighs* What can be more relaxing for them?

18. A dating night for them:

There are many. A long-walk in a winter evening (No long drive), having tea in a very ancient, vintage tea-shop where the kimono-worn traditional waitresses serve tea in wooden cups on bamboo-made trays, a rain dance in a monsoon night, lying down on the grass and facing the sky together in a summer/spring night, rowing boat in the river in a moonlit night with a traditional classic lantern (Reminding me of the song: Sirivennela. Totally KaiHil material! *_* *_*)

That's it. Thank you so much for the ask and also, again, sorry for being late :P

#KaiXHilary #KaiHIl #Asks #Ask me more

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whatdoesshedotothem · 1 year

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very fine morning ground whitish with frost F48 ½° at 8 10 am incurred a cross just before getting up thinking of Miss W- exactly as if she had been my regular mistress respect for her is quite gone in those matters at least what can I think of her better? mused first time on sending her anonymously from Bradford or London Ovid’s Art of Love Mr Jeremiah Rawson came at 9 5 kept him waiting 10 minutes and went down at 9 ¼ and had him ¼ hour or 20 minutes - had the coal plan - he thought they could not get 10 acres - I made sure of it, for Hinscliffe could get about 3 acres all which JR- agreed to take (not to pay for what may have been stole and got before) and seemed persuaded of getting 7 acres more - not to go lower the Wakefield read upper wall - I said 10 acres should be stated in the agreement but that if they really could not get so much with the present loose, I would not, of course, insist upon their paying for so much - it was not my intention to take any unfair advantage of anyone - he said I might now send down into their works whenever I liked - still maintained the coal would cost them getting 6d. a corve and there would only be 4 corves per square yard - said the collier ought to have as much as the landlord i.e. Messrs. R- and I ought to divide equally the profit - all the terms before proposed agreed to, I conclude, as no objection which made [to]

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thus has ended this tiresome business tho’ I shall not feel myself secure from pother till all is signed and sealed Mr R- said Holt had the coal was not worth more than £160 per acre - ‘did you hear him say so?’ ‘no!’ ‘then I don’t believe he said any such thing’ Mr R- said he was never beaten but by ladies and I had beaten him said gravely I it is the intellectual part of us that makes a bargain and that has no sex or ought to have none – Washington was waiting for me – Gave me his own bill, and all the bills for the mystal at Southholm and other work done yet unpaid for, at Dumb mill etc – told him to come the day after the rent day, and I would pay him the balance of £52.12.6 – spoke to him of the stewardship concern – limiting it to the landed property, saying I meant Mr. Parker to have the personalty matters – told W- to think about it, and consider what percentage he would require – breakfast with my aunt at 10 40 in ¾ hour – wrote all but the 1st 3 ½ lines of today till 11 50 – off to H- at 12 ¼ - Washington gave me check on the bank – ‘Leeds and Whitehall turnpike Road no. ------- H-x 8th December 1832. Messrs. J.W. and C. Rawson and co. Bankers H-x Pay Miss Lister or bearer five pounds 2/. for one hundred and two yards of stone – which place to account of John Waterhouse Emmanuel Emmet, and Thomas Teale. John Waterhouse £5.2.....’ - - down the o.b. to Mr. Parkers’ to send him the trust deed to look at respecting Mr. Firths’ money – should be glad to throw the money into chancery – asked if I could have (supposing I did this and bought Godley) £4000 at 4p.c. on bond – wanted 4 ¼ p.c. – no! – well then on my bond, could get me the money – had it to dispose of for Mr. John Daniel Dyson. then mentioned my intention of making him my agent for the personalties and Northgate rent to the amount of 6 or 7 hundred a year – making him at the same time a handsome speech – asked him the percentage – thought he on my uncles’ death in naming the subject said 1 ½ p.c. did not remember but thought he had – yet what I mentioned would be no trouble – he would do it on my own terms – behaved very handsomely – said I should merely give Washington (as I had told him (W-) the rents of the farms to receive and pew-rents – Mr. P- would take the coal concern, and settle with Holt – and tho’ did not say so, mean him to pay my aunt – Mr. P- said in respect to the Godley road meeting that as to Mr. Waterhouse whom we had expected to do all for us, were better without him - Stocks and Emmet and 1 or 2 others of that set made no difficulty in giving me the order about plating the East side of the embankment, and would make no difficulty about anything else, only did not like building me a boundary wall – they had not done it for Emmett but I might make all the ground in as soon as I liked – mentioned the 360 yards of scale and 140 good grass land I was to pay £10 for – P- said they had forgotten all that – I might take it in, and do as I liked – said I would write a note to Stocks to say that I understood from P- and that I meant to wall of the ground immediately – then went to the bank – the navigation dividend not paid – perhaps would be next Saturday – gave in to be placed to my account the check (vid. line 11) to be placed to my account, and get order on a sheet of letter paper, as before, for £12.10, payable on demand on Carr Glyn, and co. and wrote a few lines saying I would not inconvenience Miss Bolland by keeping her waiting for her money, but begged she would send me her mothers’ address as soon, as she could – wafered and left my letter at the bank (to be sent by them) to ‘Miss Bolland at ‘Mr. Grahams’, Surgeon, 17 high street Stockport Cheshire’ Mr. Rawson just came in before I had finished my letter – looked grave or crossed – a mere civil how-do-you-do on both sides – not a word about coals – called at the Saltmarshes’ – Mrs. S- very poorly but particularly engaged with Miss Somebody – hoped to have the pleasure of seeing her some other time – then about 1 ½ went to call on Mr. and Mrs. Holmes to thank them for their very civil message by my sister about Godley – he was out shooting but she at home – apparently very much pleased at my visit and kept me talking and seeing her house near an hour – thanked her for their civility about Godley and congratulated her on being so comfortably fixed and making so many improvements – laying out 3 or 4 hundred pounds – the white marble chimney piece Mrs. Walker brought from Italy cost £60 there – in very chaste and neat style – Mrs. H- looked perfectly astonished when I told her, in confidence, Carr had asked me £3586 for Godley – sure Mr. Holmes would do anything he could for me about it – he would not like me to give more than £2000 for it – he and Mitchell very good friends – would manage the thing together – then went to Wellhead for an hour (till 4) – tête-à-tête with Mrs. Waterhouse after the 1st few minutes that Mrs. Musgrave and her sister were there – very civil and good friends as usual – mentioned, en amie, the report I had heard of Miss (Ann) Waterhouses’ putting herself into passions with her tradespeople – yes! it was a pity – want of tact rather than of good heart – up the o.b. and turned along by Bird-cage and got into the Godley road and thence by the Lower brea breach road – (saw nobody at the stubbing in Wellroyde brow – no Pickles) to Lidgate in ¾ hour at 4 ¾ - Miss W- was at her door just returned from distributing things at the school - very glad to see me – asked if I had got her note - no! had come direct from H-x - had been miserable ever since she had sent it it was to beg me not to come again till she had had her sister’s letter Miss W- asked me to stay all night - refused at first - then consented – wrote a little note to my aunt and sent it off by Miss W-‘s servant to say that I was staying all night and not to expect till her breakfast time 10 or 11 tomorrow - dinner at 6 - then tea - cheerful chitchat - Miss W- read prayers and went upstairs at 10 10 - damp small rainy day

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ofstormsandfire · 4 months

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aaaa- both fics that I’ve started reading and need to get back to T^T how could you do this </3 /j

And here the rest that I wanted to ask-🍄 🤔🛠

Hope you’re having a wonderful day/night!!

Lol I promise the fics are not going anywhere :P

🍄Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”

...Huh I just realized describe is spelled wrong in the ask game lol.

Anyway, let's go with a wip that hasn't seen the light of AO3 yet (but I'm very very excited to write eventually and very very normal about)

"bloodborne boss + player's role in the plot = something approaching a fix-it fic?"

🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

I mean that dependdddss on what you mean by "haven't even started yet." Um. I'll cover all my bases to be safe.

If we go with the strictest definition possible, well... some friends of mine got me into pokeblogging, which is a silly little thing where you blog like you're in the world of pokemon, and it would be very fun to novelize the story of one of my too-many blogs in particular. (I have too many WIPs already though so if that ever happens it Won't Be For A While.)

If we go by the definition of "have notes but no actual writing" maybe that weird crossover between Hollow Knight and Undertale where Hallownest is underneath the Underground. It would be called "Where the Waterfall Ends: A Documentary" and be set in post-canon for both Undertale and Hollow Knight, and it would feature Undyne and Alphys having a silly little youtube channel where they investigate paranormal sightings and magical rumors. The big question of "so where DOES that waterfall go anyway" ends up being a lot bigger than they bargained for.

If we go by the definition of "some amount of writing done but nothing posted," probably the fic I mentioned for the "describe your wip" one. (Particularly considering that I might end up scrapping a lot of what I've got written already.) It's a Bloodborne fic, where - look, y'know what I did with Cynthia for Echoes, shoving her into the role of the protagonist of Pokemon Platinum? I'm planning to do the same damn thing for a third time with Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower. It will be a fucking delight and also incredibly stressful for her <3

(That one, when I eventually am able to write it - read, when I've actually finished playing Bloodborne and can knit my various thoughts and plans together into a coherent narrative - is going to be called "the beat of a long dead heart." I'm undecided on capitalization or not. Some fandoms it really fits the vibe to capitalize titles, some fandoms it really doesn't, and Bloodborne could go either way really.)

🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

Hmmmmmm. I mean, bold of the question to assume I only have one WIP first of all. Probably the biggest thing I'm struggling with re: TBOYL is getting my momentum going for it again. But I'm really quite close to the ending, and while I could theoretically just skip there, I don't want to. There's a few more legendaries and mythicals to cover and in the spirit of Cynthia we're covering all of them.

(In more mundane concerns, I keep marking a chapter as "this is the one where Darkrai will show up for real this time" and it ends up Not Being That lol. This keeps happening with TBOYL. It will happen again.)

Hope you are too, tyvm for the ask :)

#screaming-but-also-hhh #askbox #writing things #fanfic things #there's blood on your lies #the beat of a long dead heart

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hxperion · 6 months

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"Whatever you desire, I shall do it! But— please— do not harm me...!" (Ingvar's in the bargaining stage w Jack and is saying a thing he's almost certainly going to regret w h o o p s)

"Relax, big guy. I am not gonna kill ya." Jack spoke with such lack of worry in his tone, though there was an unspoken yet. Oh how he found this hilarious, being in front of a being who was taller than him. He was carrying his Hyperion rifle on his back along with his pistol that was in his left hand. The rumors of the seemly monster in front of him was true. But yet it left him with more questions "So uh, gonna put this bluntly. What are ya?"

#[asks]: complaints? questions? give them to hr #//Jack pls you cant just ask that ;;//#jack vc: He looks humanish... but hes to freaking tall to be just human//#//thanks for the ask!!!//

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shunshuntaiga · 1 year

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Awww!! :33 So glad you still find me bothering you charming. ❤️ right back at ya'. Seeing your replies gives at least just as much serotonin tbh. We're in the same boat then here, because 'adult stuff' is also the reason my fic is not done yet either. AaaaAAahHH!!! You're on chapter two, good for you!!! I am so happy to hear, can't wait to read it. 😌Honestly, our dicking around is also a huge part of my inspiration too. It's fun to think what what your reaction to some of this insanity i am coming up with will be. >:) SPADI DESERVES TO GO FERLA HE HAS EARNED IT!! <33 Man's been through enough and kept a relatively level head, now it's his turn to turn the world upside down. In mine it's the other way around-- Aurelia is the one who has to keep calm then he gets to go absolutely Wild in his quest for revenge (if i get around to writing that lol). I really like s2&3 Aure too. <33 I mean, he's still an idiot, but it's more.. contained. He's learned to keep his temper in check, he's more grown up. S1 Aure is fun to throw in angsty plots and let his emotions take over though, because he is just so... Feral, there's no other word. All that bleach has seeped into his brain and is blocking his synapses from firing properly. Ok, look... i am just going off of what you said, but i had an.. Evil (kind of) thought... You're right, s1 Spadi and Aurelia would NOT be emotionally ready for a baby.. So just imagine the emotional turmoil LOOSING the baby would be, because.. Like... On the one had, they wanted her, so they feel devastated ... But on the other hand, they knew they were not ready, so they would also feel relieved.. And the cognitive dissonance this would cause, because How can they feel relieved about Loosing their little girl? What kind of monsters feel Relieved about something like that, a baby dying? (Idk if that makes much sense, i am sleep deprived at the moment, sorry :)) ) I love that every time we talk our "Spadeliano fic idea" list just gets longer and longer :))) Good for us! Duuude... that being the catalyst for s1 Aureliano truly becoming the polished version we see in s2 and s3 is just... It makes so much sense. After all, what forces you to mature more than a kid on the way? Nothing. Also.... Manfredi and Adelaide would one hundred percent try to take advantage of the situation, try to use it against Spadi. Kind of like when Alex tried to use Teo as a bargaining chip or something. Ok.. so... my fix-it... It now has a life of its own... I spent waaay to much time looking at maps of Rome and researching how to properly write whump.. Because that is what it has turned into lmfaoo. I am giving them such a hard time there is literally no other way for them to move forward BUT to openly talk shit out for once. 😌 Time loops are SO hard to write, but also SOOO rewarding!! I have been thinking about this au non-stop since coming up with it, because the setting is just Perfect for it. Still, coming up with a way to Break the loop is challenging af :)))) *insert 'Same hat' meme here* Lmfaooo, that's my jam too!! Absolutely wrecking people with my story ideas knowing full it all ends up alright is Evil and Fun. 😈

Anon let me tell you my reactions to your messages either leave me screaming into my pillow in or physically resisting the urge to roll around on the floor with how good your ideas are. They are amazing and very Evil and Fun (tm)

Aure and Spadi loosing Rubina v. 2 ...... ouch. Ouch ouch. I am taking psychic damage just thinking about the pain of that. Although you're totally right, that mixture of sadness and relief that makes them feel guilty for even imagining it, when in this scenario they've actively choosen to have a baby...

It's also very politically current, which causes double damage to any reader because it's a very real situation.

But like I said, I love a happy ending. So I think I'll leave that story perhaps to someone who really enjoys Super Mega Angst. (Is it even angst at that point, or just pain?😭)

Also not to mention Aurelia and Spadì are still dealing with The Actual Plot with Cina and Samurai etc. All while Aurelia is very pregnant... on top of Anacleti family trying their very best to manipulate the situation for themselves, and maybe even now a war oncoming with the Sale family, because oopsie, Spadi knocked up the Little Prince of Ostia instead of their daughter :/

(But of course Angè is relieved, and supports them because Spadi and her are still platonic soulmates✨️)

Imagine Angè and Spadino going cradle shopping instead lol Angè would make sure he actually bought something sensible lol

I'm not actually certain what the term "whump" means. I only started writing fics a little over a year ago (and really only reading them during the pandemic, so I'm still very much a baby in this realm)

But that sounds amazing!!

#cheers again anon ti amo😘✨️#suburra fics are not the only ones on my list either.....#theres just so much to write and so little time lol

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