#regaling his flock of the

[nor-did-i-care-to-goodbye]

intrigue.

credit to @adifferenttime giving me brainworms since forever with their Andrew Ryan vs Robert House analysis post. flat version of red and transparent worm version of coloured under the cut.

#robert edwin house #mr house #mr. house #robert house #andrei rianofski #andrew ryan #fallout new vegas #fnv #bioshock #comic style #sort of? #not sure what this is #kind of my entry for #smaugust #too #because house is #leviathan #or thomas hobbes' leviathan in the link #the text in ryan's half is some cut audio log from simon wales #regaling his flock of the #demiurge #and how it fooled ryan and the rest of them #creature design at its finest™ #joking they're hilariously bad #this entires composition and context is based on a crossover story that won't leave my head #i also have to write it #yay me

[thebadgerclan]

Reunited

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x sister!reader, Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Summary: After 15 years, you are reunited with your brother...

Part 2 to “Sister”

A/N: I appreciate all the love that “Sister” got, but I will be capping this at 2 parts.  School is, unfortunately, more important than fanfiction 😂❤

Also yes I made Wesper married, I fucked with canon enough, enjoy

The King of Ravka watched as you shrugged off your silk dressing gown and joined him in bed, opening his arms to you.  “Oh, I forgot to tell you,” you said, extinguishing the lamp on your bedside table.  “My brother’s coming to town.”  Nikolai raised a brow.  “He is?  Why?”  “Apparently he and his friends have been hired for a job.  A job they need my assistance for.”  The King cocked his head as you snuggled into his chest.  “What kind of job?”  “All I know is that they need to get into the Religious Archives alone.  Beyond that, I have no idea.”

You’d told your husband about your brothers, about Hertzoon, how you’d come to Ravka shortly after your wedding.  It was only thanks to Nikolai, well, thanks to Sturmhond, that you’d been able to locate your brother and contact him.  Over the span of several months, you and Kaz had caught up on the 15 years of lost time, learned everything you’d missed on.  You’d discovered that your eldest brother, Jordie, had not survived, that Kaz had risen to prominence in the Barrel and was set on bringing Rollins, the man who had masqueraded as Jakob Hertzoon, to his knees.

And Kaz had learned that you were Queen of Ravka.  Part of him seethed with jealousy: you’d been brought up in the lap of luxury while he’d had to fight for every scrap, every penny, but he supposed he couldn’t be angry at you for that.  And your position had turned out to be a boon to he and his Crows; giving him a way into the Religious Archives.  As soon as Kaz had received the letter confirming you’d help, he’d gathered his flock and set off for Ravka.

***

“You’re fussing.”  “I am not fussing.”  “Yes, you are, my love.”  Nikolai took your hands, pulling them from where you’d been fidgeting with your hair, drawing your attention to him.  “I haven’t seen my brother in 15 years,” you said, letting your nerves bubble over.  “I don’t even know what he looks like now, let alone what he’s like.  Saints, I don’t even know wha-”  “Hey, hey,” your husband soothed, kissing your forehead.  “Take a breath, lovely.

“I know that you’re nervous, and I know that you’re a little bit scared, but I promise you that everything will be alright.  He’s your brother, and even though it’s been a long time, that hasn’t changed.  Just be yourself, Y/N, he’ll love you.”  Before you could respond, before your thoughts could spiral, the doors to the receiving chambers opened.  

“Presenting Mister Kaz Brekker, Miss Inej Ghafa, Mister Jesper Fahey, Mister Wylan Fahey, Miss Nina Zenik, and Mister Matthias Helvar.”  Your brother and his companions entered, and the guard bowed to you.  “His Most Royal Majesty, Nikolai Lantsov, and Her Most Royal Majesty, Queen Y/N Lantsov.”  With another bow, the guard departed, leaving the eight of you alone.

“It’s really you,” Kaz said, both to you and himself.  Gone was the little girl from Lij, afraid of the bustle of Ketterdam.  In her place stood a woman; a regal, beautiful woman, clothed in sky blue silk and diamonds, a Queen.  “It is,” you said, a tearful smile on your face.  When you stepped forward, arms extended, hoping for an embrace, your brother stepped back, drawing a sharp breath.  At once, you recalled one of his letters: Since that night on the Barge, I can’t bear to touch anyone.  Every time I brush against someone, I’m right back there with Jordie.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, quickly composing yourself.  “These must be your friends you’ve told me all about.”  Kaz cleared his throat.  “Yes.  Inej, Jesper, Wylan, Nina, and Matthias.”  Nina was the only one who dipped into a curtsey; as she was the only one who recognized you as her Queen.  “Please, sit.  I gather we have much to discuss.”  Nikolai seated himself with you on a loveseat, and your brother and his Crows gathered around.  Your husband and Jesper fell into easy conversation, and you smiled when he took your hand.

“So Kaz,” you said, clearing your throat.  “Tell me about this job in the archives.”  “A Shu priest claims that the remains of one of Sankt Kho’s clockwork soldiers resided in the archives,” he said.  “We’ve been tasked with returning it.”  You nodded, rising to pour yourself tea.  “There are indeed remains here, but whether they’re authentic is unclear.  Only a highly skilled Durast could tell, and even then it’s not certain.”

Kaz nodded, slowly spinning his cane between his hands.  “The priest said as much.  We’ve been guaranteed payment even if the remains aren’t genuine.”  “That’s all well and good, but how do you plan to conceal the fact that you’re taking the remains?  Those Archives are open to the public, people will notice their absence.”  Your brother rolled his eyes.  “If only I’d thought of that.  Jesper.”

The lanky Zemini stood and opened the satchel as his side, showing you what lay within.  “I happen to have  Durast on my team,” Kaz said.  “One who has become rather proficient in replication.  It’s not perfect, but to a casual viewer, even a monk, it’s identical.  If the clockwork soldier’s remains are real, then you have a nearly perfect replica.  If they’re a fake, then you’ve got yourself a new fake.”

You nodded.  This wasn’t the first heist your brother and his team had pulled off, you knew, but it was fascinating to watch his mind at work.  “Very well.  I can get you in at 10 bells tonight, but you have to be out by 1 bell.”  Kaz nodded.  “Done.”  You rose and called for a servant, who entered an instant later.  “Please show Miss Ghafa, Miss Zenik, Mister Helvar, and the Misters Fahey to rooms where they can rest.  I wish to speak to Mister Brekker.”  “Of course, moya tsaritsa.”

When it was just you, Kaz, and Nikolai, you resumed your seat.  Your husband sensed your nervousness and took your hand, kissing it softly.  “Did you ever think about me?” you asked, your gaze in your lap.  “After I left?”  “Of course I did,” your brother replied.  “Every single day, Y/N.  You and Jordie.  I swore that I’d get revenge for you, and maybe with this job, I’ll be one step closer.”  You lifted you face to find Kaz looking at you, and for a moment, it was like you were back in Ketterdam.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered.  “You have suffered so much, and I…”  You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself.  “I grew up with every privilege, anything and everything I could ever want.  But I never forgot about you, Kaz.  Or Jordie.  Even when I didn’t know if you’d survived, I prayed for you.  To the Saints, to Ghezen, to anyone who’d listen.  And I am so, so sorry for everything you’ve gone through, and if I’d known, I’d ha-”

“Y/N,” Kaz said, leaning across the space between you and taking your hand.  You froze, knowing how much effort this was likely taking him.  “Y/N, you don’t have to apologize to me.  What happened to us, to me, no one could have stopped it.  Yes, I’ve suffered, but I’ve also fought for what I have.  And I’m so damn grateful that you didn’t have to suffer, that you didn’t have to fight.  Look at you; happy and healthy, a husband who loves you, you’re a Queen.  And if an ounce of my suffering bought you this happiness, then I am glad to have done it.”

Cautiously, you took his hand in both of yours, and while he squeezed his eyes shut, he did not pull away.  “Kaz, I–”  “You’re still my baby sister, Y/N,” he interrupted.  “Queen or not.  And I will do whatever I can to protect my baby sister.”  “By 1 year!” you said, and your brother laughed.  You and Kaz rose at once, and to your great surprise, he pulled you into his arms.  “I love you,” he said.  “Sister, I love you.”  “I love you too, Kaz,” you replied, tears spilling over.

When you broke the embrace, Nikolai extended a hand, which Kaz took, clasping it for a bare second.  “You know,” your husband said.  “If you ever want to get rid of this ‘Pekka Rollins’, I might be able to help with that.”  Kaz cocked his head.  “How so?”  “Well, he is indirectly responsible for your brother’s death, am I right?”  A nod.  “In that case, he’s responsible for the death of the Queen of Ravka’s brother, which is punishable by life imprisonment.”

Kaz nodded.  “I appreciate the offer,” he said, adjusting his hold in his cane.  “But when Pekka Rollins is brought down, I want it to be at my hand.  For Jordie.”  He looked at you, smiling softly.  “And for Y/N.”  Nikolai nodded.  “Very well.  But should you change your mind, the offer still stands.”  “I’ll keep that in mind.”  Your brother and husband exchanged a few more words before the former departed, leaving you and Nikolai in the receiving chamber.  “Do you think they’ll pull it off?” he asked, draping an arm over your shoulder.  “He’s Kaz Brekker,” you responded.  “Of course he will.”

#kaz brekker x reader #platonic ship #kaz brekker x you #shadow and bone fanfiction #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov x you #shadow and bone reader insert

[squichymochi]

Ops another lucifer x reader I wrote this weekend. I really do hope you enjoy reading it, it’s one of my favourites.

Warnings: This story contains mature themes consistent with Hazbin Hotel, including violence, blood, strong language, and mentions of death.

Disclaimer: You once found yourself entwined in a passionate relationship with Lucifer and Lilith. But when Lucifer was cast out of Heaven, you didn’t go with him.

Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 1.445

Your words cut sharply through the air. “I swear to fucking God, Adam, if you start another one of your guitar solos again, I’ll personally rip those ‚chicken‘ wings off of your back and boot you straight to Hell!” The words left your lips before you could stop them, echoing through the meeting room. 

Across from you, Adam nonchalantly chewed his ribs with a smug smile adoring his face, surrounded by a flock of adoring soon to be exorcists who treated him more like a rock star than a holy being. 

Next to you, Sera, the First Seraphim, cleared her throat disapprovingly, prompting a flush of embarrassment to color your cheeks while she stared you down with a judgmental gaze.

You unclenched your jaw and sank back into your chair, your wings unfurling behind you and dropping with an air of regal defiance. “My apologies, First Seraphim,” you managed through gritted teeth. But your patience was wearing thin, especially with Adam’s smug grin. “I can’t tolerate his sanctimonious attitude. He's an insufferable—”you continued, only to be cut off by Sera’s raised hand.

“Enough!” Sera’s voice thundered through the room, silencing any further protest. “Y/N, if you wish to avoid Lucifer’s fate, you will keep your opinions to yourself. We cannot allow Hell to gain any advantage.”

Growling in frustration, you said „but these are souls we are talking about“, your voice trembled with rage and you clenched your fists so tightly that crescents were etched into your skin. „Who cares? They’re sinners, just like your damned husband, who fucked my first wife and now festers in Hell,” Adam declared, his grin wide and taunting, as he casually twirled a bone between his fingers.

Refusing to be silenced by his heartlessness, you countered with vehemence, “Their sins don’t strip them of their right to fair judgment. We need to have more discussions, more debates, before we let angels turn into executioners, slaughtering millions of souls without a second thought!” Your voice rose with every word, echoing your unwavering conviction and the urgency of the matter at hand.

Sera stood up, her voice commanding and resolute, cutting through the heated debate. “Enough!” she declared, her authority unmistakable. “I will not tolerate any action that could escalate into a war with Hell. Our duty is to protect our kind first and foremost. And Y/N, tread carefully. If you wish to avoid the same fate as Lucifer, you will keep this matter confined within these walls.”

Fueled by frustration and defiance, you couldn’t hold back. With a low growl, you flung a dagger, embedding it in the wall just inches from Adam’s head. His smugness evaporated into a scream of terror. “You’ll regret this, you little—” 

But before he could finish, you were forcefully ejected from the room, your parting gesture a pair of defiant middle fingers aimed squarely at Adam. From that day, you helplessly watched the angels execute their merciless agenda, condemning countless souls in Hell.

~years later~

In the plaza of Heaven, Adam's arm nonchalantly draped over your shoulder, his voice dripping with arrogance. “So, how does it feel, watching us purge Hell every fucking year, eh?” With a cold stare, you warned him, “Touch me again, and you’ll not only lose that arm.” His laughter only fuelled your loathing.

Just then, a commotion caught your attention. A girl, bearing an uncanny resemblance to your husband Lucifer, passed by. “What’s Lucifer’s brat doing up here?” Adam sneered.

Your heart ached at the sight. She looked just like Lucifer, except for her height. Memories flooded back – of your time with Lucifer, your love, and the painful decision to stay in Heaven while he fell. Lucifer, whom you had joined willingly, who had fallen for Lilith as much as for you. Together, you had offered Eve the apple, challenging the rigid confines of Heaven.

Yet when Lucifer fell, you couldn’t bring yourself to join him, torn by a selfish desire to protect your unborn child. You didn’t notice when Adam and Lute were caught by a pissed of first Seraphim.

In court, as you listened Charlie plead for sinners redemption, Adam let slip his eagerness to exterminate not only sinners in hell every year but also Charlie, Lucifer’s daughter. As he menacingly approached her, you acted without hesitation. A dagger flew from your hand, narrowly missing Adam. “Nobody lays a hand on my husband’s child!” you roared, charging towards him with clenched fists, ready to defend her at all costs.

Charlie’s shocked voice pierced the chaos. “Wait, what?” Her eyes locked with yours, widening in a mix of shock and dawning realisation, before she was abruptly pulled back to Hell, the portal snapping shut behind her.

In that moment, despite knowing the consequences that awaited you, you felt a profound sense of purpose. Protecting Charlie, even at great personal risk, was a cause worth any punishment.

A month later, the day of the Exorcation loomed. Adam’s taunts were relentless, but your resolve was unbreakable. Hidden in the shadows, you slipped into Hell, determined to protect Charlie.

The battle was fierce, and as Adam choked Charlie, your dagger found its mark, forcing him to release her. But Adam’s fury was unmatched when he screamed aiming straight at you „you fucking cunt, I knew you should have left for hell too“ and then a holy light shot straight at you. The fight was brutal, and soon, you felt the searing pain of losing one of your wings. With an agonised scream you started falling, the floor approaching quickly.

But then, something soft caught you – Lucifer, his arms a haven of safety. “Sorry I’m late, darling,” he smirked, descending gracefully and setting you down before his gaze met Adam‘s with a feral growl. As he rolled up his sleeves, a silent signal of readiness, an intense battle ensued. Adam, consumed by fury, narrowly missed striking Charlie, but Lucifer intervened with ferocious protectiveness, unleashing a torrent of pent-up wrath upon him.

You reached out, touching Lucifer’s shoulder with a soft but firm hand. “He’s had enough,” you murmured, bringing Lucifer back from the brink of unbridled rage. His eyes, moments ago ablaze with fury, refocused on you, softening at your touch.

Adam, beaten and defiant, let out a stream of enraged screams and insults, only to be abruptly silenced by a tiny demon you later got to know as Nifty. Her laugh and continuous mantra of „stab, stab, stab“, will forever live rent free inside your head. Watching him fall face first, you felt a wave of relief wash over you. There was no remorse, only a deep, settling peace.

Lucifer's gaze found yours, filled with a mix of shock and unspoken questions.

"Why are you here?" he asked, his voice trembling nervously, he fiddled with his fingers, a characteristic sign of nervousness. His eyes - the very ones that had captured your heart - lifting to meet yours.

„I’m here because I wanted to protect what means the world to you,” you declared with unwavering clarity, “because I love you.”

His face registered shock, and millions of other emotions playing across it as he processed your words. “But… I thought… you hated me,” he stammered, tears brimming in his eyes, “I believed my actions were why you stayed in Heaven.”

Gently, you brushed away his tears and clasped his hands. The rings – symbols of your bond with him and Lilith – still encircled his finger. “No,” you affirmed, your voice firm yet tender. “I stayed to protect our child. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you sooner.” Releasing his hands, you turned away, wrapping your arms around yourself, the weight of years of secrets and solitude pressing down on you.

“Sera… she wouldn’t let me leave, and I just wanted our child to be safe,” you murmured, but before you could continue, Lucifer enveloped you in a warm embrace. “We have a child?” His voice was a whisper, a mixture of disbelief, wonder and regret.

Yes, and he’s incredible,” you said, pride lighting up your voice. “He’s working with Emily, inspired by Charlie, to rehabilitate redeemed sinners in Heaven.”

Lucifer leaned in to kiss your cheek, a gentle touch that spoke volumes. “Then, you should return, my love, before they realise your involvement.”

But you were resolute, grasping his hand on your cheek. “I don’t care. Our son is grown, and I want to be with you, the eternal love of my life,” you whispered, turning around and resting your forehead against his.

“Are you sure?” he asked, laying his heart at your feet. “Always,” you replied, sealing your reunion with a kiss, gentle and full of all the years of longing and love.

#hazbin hotel #drabble #hazbin fanfic #oneshot #hazbin lucifer #lucifer x y/n #lucifer x reader #lucifer x you #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin fandom

[house-strong]

— DRAGONS BANE ʾ ⋆

CHAPTER ONE — arrogance and goodwill.

glossary ; chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five, chapter six.

summary ; the war of the greens and blacks is almost underway and the great houses of the realm are picking sides. queen alicent needs the reaffirmation that house tyrell, the seat-holders of highgarden and wardens of the west, will not flock to the cause of princess rhaenyra.

pairing ; enemies-to-lovers!aemond targaryen x tyrell!reader

warnings / notes ; aemond is a bully and throws insults at you and it’s your first day! what fun. mentions of war and death. typical canon violence and scheming. reader is often called tyrell-esque nicknames; little flower, sweet flower, etc. p.s - helaena hasn't married aegon yet, i don't think i made that clear.

a fortnight ago, a raven came bearing the mark of a crowned, three-headed dragon.

“the crown summons you, lord randyll of house tyrell and warden of the south, and your esteemed daughter, to king’s landing. we humbly ask for the service of your daughter as a lady-in-waiting to the princess helaena targaryen.”

it was no secret that the dragons caraxes and syrax have been frequenting the skies of the plains of the reach. the crowned heir, rhaenyra targaryen, and her prince consort, have been going back and forth with your lord father. what their conversations were about, you didn’t know, but there was one thing you were sure of; someone was to be married.

the road to king’s landing is one that bored you; the ripening fields of the west had passed by in a blur, endless heaps and fertile hills morphing into vast, simple plains. in the distance, you can make out the faint pinnacles of mountains.

king’s landing is quick to come within sight. with towering red walls and a well-guarded fortress, it caused you and your father to share a look of dismay. the carriage continues through the road, endless arrays of beige and brown buildings taking up the space of the sky. highgarden was a beautiful place, one that surely looked better than this.

the carriage is pulled into the castle walls, where targaryen banners fly proudly in the sky. the roar of a dragon causes you to peek out the window; overhead, a massive shadow of a dragon covers the clouds above king’s landing. within seconds, the beast breaks through the gray-shield and lands somewhere in the distance.

“it’s alright, sweet flower. this’ll all be over soon.”

you want to tell your father that what he says isn’t true. it won’t be over soon. an invitation to king’s landing, one that was a demand rather than a request, did not mean that you would be able to go home so easily. no doubt that they knew your father was in correspondence with the princess rhaenyra.

the convenience and timing of their request was an invitation enough to ignore their letter, turn the parchment to ash and flock to the safety of princess rhaenyra’s wings. though you did have to admit, even her word could not overpower the word of a queen’s.

you want to pull your hair out, claw at your father, and beg him to return to the safety of highgarden. though an honorable man, you knew he would do no such thing. if the royal family wanted the presence of house tyrell, you had no choice but to obey.

the carriage had pulled to a stop and the gentle hand squeeze of reassurance from your father did not do well to quell the feeling of distraught in your stomach. sickness begins to crawl over your skin. nonetheless, as a dutiful daughter, once the carriage doors part and your father exits, you swallow the lump in your throat and take his hand, allowing it to help guide you down.

now standing in front of it, the sheer height and regality of the red keep does not fail to take your breath.

“come, my daughter.” into the dragons den, you thought.

you follow your lord father wordlessly up the steps and into the halls of the red keep. targaryen household guards line almost every entrance, adorned in black and red armor and a shining dragon. you do well to keep directly behind your father, following his long strides with one’s that you tried to equal. soon, his steps slow to a halt and he bows at the presence of another man. you can’t help but notice the pin on his lapel; otto hightower.

“my lord hand,” your father greets. he turns, a smile forming on his face when he makes eye contact with you. he extends his arm out to you, pulling you into view of the hand of the king. “may i introduce my daughter, lady (y/n), the joy of highgarden.”

you allow yourself to curtsy under the watchful gaze of the hand, giving him a small, polite smile despite the uneasiness in your stomach. he seems satisfied by this.

“a beautiful, splitting image of her late mother,” the hand remarks before motioning for you and your father to follow. you both share a look before trailing after the hand. “the king is not feeling very well at this moment, however, the queen and her children have gathered to introduce themselves.”

that mere sentence could not have prepared you for the ginormous double doors that swing open with relative ease, the long hallway of the throne room in full view. what a power play, you thought. four heads are gathered at the base of the iron throne; three bear the famous silver hair of targaryen children and the other has brown, curly locks put into a neat bun. two household guards part the way and one announces your entrance.

“the lord hand of the king and lord randyll tyrell, warden of the west and lord of highgarden. with him, his daughter, the lady (y/n) tyrell.”

still, you and your father follow ser otto and the iron throne becomes closer and closer. you’ve never seen it up close, but the mere light that reflects off it’s twisted and gnarled handles indicate it’s sharpness. what an ugly thing.

you and your father stop at an appropriate distance and are abandoned by the hand. instead, the hand moves to stand by his daughter.

from the silence that settles in the air, you hear, “what a lovely chest she has.”

quiet, but not quiet enough, your eyes shoot toward the speaker and it’s the closest one to the queen mother. you lock eyes and do your best to not make a disgusted face at the way he’s eyeing you - like a predator to its prey. you quickly become uncomfortable. pulling at your dress, you attempt to make yourself small.

then, a concealed sneer falls from the lips of the man farthest from the queen and on the other side of who you assumed was princess helaena. donning an eye patch, he doesn’t hide the small, sly smirk that quirks the corners of his mouth up.

“thank you for traveling all this way, my lord. we are grateful for both your dedication to the crown and your trust with the safety of lady (y/n).” it is now queen alicent who speaks. eloquent words fall from her mouth, one’s that your father happily drinks up. you give him a side eye, watching him converse with the queen mother.

as they talk, your eyes can’t help but gravitate towards the targaryen prince that sneered. with long, silver hair tied back with a leather bound, and dressed in hightower colors, his singular eye returned your stare. unwavering and unblinking, he watches you carefully, almost as if inviting you to a stare down. you grow flustered under his gaze and break eye contact, your eyes drawing themselves to the floor.

introductions had been made, but you didn’t pay attention - something you were sure would come around sooner or late.

“aemond, my son. why don’t you show lady (y/n) around the keep?” the question from his queen mother breaks his trance and he turns his head. aemond was the only one his mother had trusted; aegon was a force too untrustworthy and his sister, well, the queen didn’t want to scare away the lady-in-waiting so soon.

aemond gives a defiant glare and scoffs when he realizes his mother was serious, he says in a low, but not low enough voice, “is that not a job for a steward, or dear helaena herself?” how offensive. you and your father share another look, his brow quirking slightly and begging you to stay silent. who did the prince think he was?

it’s otto hightower who speaks next. it’s hushed, but still audible and commanding, “do as your mother says, aemond.”

aemond grumbles something under his breath that is not audible to you, his head turning as he stares at you once more. you turn to your father and give him a quick hug, placing a delicate, chaste kiss on his cheek.

“bye, my sweet, i’ll see you soon.” another string of words that reaches deaf ears; this felt like another lie. each step you take towards aemond feels closer and closer to a trap waiting to be set off. aemond joins you at the bottom of the steps and disregarding his station and duty as a gentleman, he walks past your extended arm and instead leads the way. wordlessly, you follow without hesitation. behind you, you can hear the squabble between alicent and who you assumed to be aegon.

your hands gather behind your back as you follow aemond’s long strides throughout the keep. his walk has a certain swagger to it, one that screamed arrogance. you decided that, even now, with so little evidence to backup your feelings, that you did not like this.. prince. you quicken your steps to become side-by-side with him. you quietly curse to yourself when you realize you’re on the side that has his eyepatch.

“you are.. aemond targaryen, yes?” you ask, though it seems like your question doesn’t reach his ears. perhaps his ear was damaged in his.. incident? you repeat your question, your words louder than before.

he moves his head obviously and so slowly that it unnerves you, and he blinks his good eye at you, annoyance veiling the once solemn expression he had, “the one and only.” how pretentious. besides the sound of heels and boots clicking against the floor, silence befalls between you two again.

after a moment, “i’ve heard that you ride the ginormous beast.. vhagar, is that true?”

“queen of all the dragons, yes.” if he didn’t make you feel inferior before, then by seven hells, he sure did now. you huff in annoyance and defeat, eyes surveying the castle walls. you two pass what seems to be a courtyard, one that has an open roof where sunlight beams down. a few more paces and you pass a corridor that has stairs leading up, you assume that’s the stairs to one of the royal apartment towers.

“and that’s how you lost–” assuming the subject is touchy, your sentence is quick to be interrupted by the abrupt turn of aemond, who grabs your wrist and faces you with wild vexation in his one eye.

“do not assume that we are to be friends,” he begins, looking down at where his hand met your clothed arm. he releases it as if he was burned by the mere touch. the words that flow freely from his mouth drip with poison. “i do not like you, and i will not like you.”

once his words register in your mind, you’re quick to allow offense take over your mildly shocked expression, then your brows furrow in anger, “have i done something to offend my prince?”

my prince. aemond does little to not show that he despises the title you’ve called him.

“i don’t make friends of oath-breakers,” he sneers. oath-breaker? who, in sevens hells, was an oath-breaker? surely, he didn’t mean you? even if he did, what oath did you break?

“oath-breaker?” you echo loudly, bewilderment replacing the angry scowl on your face. “tell me exactly, my prince, what oath did i break? why do you assume i’m trying to be your friend?”

these questions falter aemond’s facade and he desperately looks for a way out. as a prince, no one dares to question his word. he hadn’t been clever enough to think ahead, less think that you would be defiant against his word, and now being sharply questioned by you, he didn’t know what to say back. too many assumptions and too less of evidence, aemond scowls at you.

“you’re asking me questions as if you want to be my friend.”

you scoff in disbelief, “i’m asking you questions to be cordial, not to be your friend. cordiality seems to be something you lack.” aemond’s eye widens with bafflement, but his face returns to an angry facade.

“do not presume to tell me what i lack,” he spats. the one-eyed prince turns on his heel and walks a few paces away, though, he’s quick to return to you with long strides. “you are here by the graciousness of my queen mother and as a gift to my dear sister, helaena. you will fulfill your duty and leave. until then, we are not friends.”

you throw your hands up and scoff loudly, staring at the prince in anger. perhaps unladylike and unbecoming of a handmaiden to the princess helaena, you roll your eyes.

“fine.”

aemond wants the last word, so he repeats it back with an equal ferocity, “fine.”

with that and an aggressive spin on his heel (the ends of his coat seem to dance in the wind with some sort of rare regality, though you wouldn’t admit that), aemond targaryen abandons you in the courtyard.

“what an imbecile,” you finally say to yourself under your breath.

#aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen fanfic #aemond targaryen fic #hotd x reader #hotd imagine #hotd fanfic #dragons bane #my writing

[stormhearty]

New Series Preview

✨ pairings: eris x reader

🔮 preview: (Y/N) Vanserra was cunning, ambitious, and confident, all wrapped in a beauty that could rival Lady Autumn’s. For forty-nine years, she had been hidden away, in Autumn Court, much like a diamond, waiting for the day she could come out and shine. And so, when the threat of a Death-God loomed over Prythian and Beron slowly became a concern, (Y/N) uses her beauty and intelligence for a ploy bigger than herself — one that included sitting her husband down on the Autumn throne, Eris Vanserra.

📣 trigger warnings: none for this preview 🔎 rating: PG-13 | word count: (currently still writing)

💜 masterlist | series masterlist + notes: Just so that my blog isn't dead since I'm having writer's block with multiple of my fics. here is a snippet of the newest series that I am working on. plus my new fic header!

His shadows lazily moved underneath him, not a care in the world about the female that seemed to have warped his mind in chaos.

You had become an enigma to the Spymaster.

And it was something he would go to the ends of the world to unravel.

He continued silently observing you from his position next to his High Lord on the dias, watching as you pressed yourself close to the Heir side, your hand tucked into the crook of his elbow, leading you through the throughs of people that packed themselves into the grand ballroom. He watched as your rouge dress, a stark contrast to the endless sea of black and blue, swayed around you — like a fire that danced in the darkness of the night. Even Eris stood out in his regality in a similar shade of rouge, Autumn Court colors seeping out from every inch of him.

The two of you maneuvered through the halls like flames blazing through the darkness — and Azriel was worried that you would burn his home down.

And when he watched you lean up to the Heir, whispering something into his ear before a boisterous laugh escaped the Autumn Heir, he sent his shadows across the floor, motioning them to listen in — and all the Spymaster hoped was to get a tidbit of anything relating to you; even just the sound of your voice would have been better than nothing.

However, hazel hues watched as his shadows retreated quickly as they had flocked. And it was only then did Azriel had seen it.

A barrier.

One that was so powerful and so thick that his shadows couldn’t even penetrate. He watched as the tendrils of darkness slithered away, retreating back to their master, hearing their cries of pain as they had attempted to break through the barrier.

That was the reason no one knew of your existence — why Azriel never heard of you, why his shadows never picked up your name.

You were a secret — Autumn Court’s well-kept secret.

🎈 thank you so far for @prythianpages & @thesunloveschips for their input for this series!

#acotar fanfiction #acotar x reader #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fic #acotar angst #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra #eris acotar #eris x reader #( .series : bleeding crowns )

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Karasuno, Shiratorizawa, Inarizaki and Nekoma:

Manager has an Art Exibit

Karasuno x GN! Manager; Shiratorizawa x GN!Manager; Inarizaki x GN! Manager; Nekoma x GN! Manager

Warnings: PURE FLUFF, light swearing

A/N: This is an Anon request

Karasuno

The most feral of the 4 teams

I think we all know this but just to reiterate

Literally, I don’t care if they know absolutely nothing about art

The fact is they all suddenly become FASCINATED by it just because their manager is into it

Asahi has the most appreciate, followed by Kiyoko and Yachi

When they first find out you are into Art, they demand to see what you do daily

Idk if you only added one line to a drawing or maybe planned a new piece of pottery

These boys will be so into it!

They will ask the same question daily which is “can you teach me YN?”

When you tell them you have an exhibit coming up, they don’t even ask if they are invited

They just assume 😌

If it’s at a fancy place, they were their school uniforms because it’s the nicest thing they own 🤣

Daichi reminds them to keep the volume to a minimum

Hinata tells Kageyama not to look at anything breakable because his face is ugly/scary enough to break it on site

The “iTs My FaCe AsShOlE” speech follows

Tsukki is actually semi interested and wanders around looking at the exhibits

Noya and Tanaka glare at everyone until they say how amazing your pieces are 🙄

Ennoshita tells you that he will forcefully remove them if needed

Suga actually asks detailed questions about your work and super interested

Hinata is forced to stay next to Yamaguchi so he doesn’t accidentally break anything

All in all, solid 20/10 support and 6/10 safety around breakable pieces 🥰

Shiratorizawa

The most regal of the teams

Literally they showed up, literally in suits YN

SUITS 🫡

Someone quick, take a picture for your memory wall 📱

Honestly they don’t talk about your art much because volleyball practice is for volleyball

But after practice, Semi, Reon and Tendou show the most interest

Semi is super into your style and is always looking at your sketches/ finished products

Reon and Tendou are just super supportive, giving feedback and wanting to learn more

Ushijima doesn’t say anything BUT he is totally listening and storing away everything you say

Goshiki, well Goshiki tries 😅

He wants to know more but the boy doesn’t have a creative bone in his body

He is the definition of a “super volleyball idiot”

Shirabu and Kawanishi don’t really understand art but they still encourage you none the less

At your exhibit, they all walk the floor together

Like a flock of birds 😂

One of them moves and they others follow

They only mingle with you and keep a close eye on your work

Literally they don’t want anyone messing with all the hard work you’ve put in

You’ll talk with them about what you’ve done and that’s when Ushijima surprises you

“I see you used the light purple over the dark purple Yn, that was an excellent move.”

The team 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

Tendou 👉🏻🖐🏻👁️⭕️👁️🖐🏻

You 👉🏻🥹

These boys adore you so much YN, solid 10/10!

Inarizaki

Kita puts it on the board in the teams locker room

“YN’s art exhibit at 7pm TUESDAY NIGHT! Show up or I’ll make sure you get benched!” -Kita ❤️

That message was meant for one person and one person only

And I think we all know who 👀

*cough* ATSUMU *cough*

It’s not that Atsumu doesn’t support you, it’s just that his brain really only functions on volleyball

Kita and Aran will use every change they get to hype up your art work

Omimi suggests they use it in volleyball somehow

Even if it’s pottery or creative writing, they find a way

Akagi is super interested in what you do, always asking questions

Suna sits by you while you work, you have an unspoken relationship of just silent co-existence

He’s super peaceful 😌

Ginjima is a hype man, literally show him your new work and he will scream your praises

Osamu and you both encourage each other in your chosen talents

You taste his creations and give feedback and he critics your art

He’s an honest boy and we support it!

Riseki, our sweet baby, just loves supporting you because it makes you smile

At the exhibit, they honestly act semi normal

Atsumu and Osamu promised not to fight

Suna and Ginjima stood in between Samu and Sumu so they DIDNT fight

Kita, Aran, Omimi and Akagi are all like ridiculously interested in art

Like they talk to you about all the exhibits and point out their favs

Riseki kind of stands there, awkward but he tries

Sumu compares art to volleyball and how he’s basically the artist of the team

Samu tells Sumu that volleyball is a sport, not an art which leads to fighting

Which then leads to Suna and Gibjima having to take the children home early

Solid 10/10 moral support but they might cause you a lot of stress 😅

Nekoma

I’m calling it, best team for Art Exibit support goes to Nekoma 🏆

Literally they are the most calm of all of the teams here and definitely beyond supportive

Literally YN, they worship the ground you walk on

So when they find out you are into Art, oh lord

They bug you non-stop to show them what you’re doing

Kuroo doesn’t even need to remind them you have an exibit, they just show up

Kai and Yaku are your support system, giving feedback and helping you carry things and organize everything

Yamamoto is security, hype man and literally #1 Yn simp

Kenma thinks your art is awesome and you’re one of the only people he talks to regularly

Lev, Shibayama, and Inuoka literally adore you so much and want to know everything about your art

Fukunaga, a fellow artist but with words, literally always knows just the thing to say to cheer you up

And Kuroo talks about how you are the carbohydrates that fuel the team 😂

Because he would and we all know it

At your exhibit, they are the first to show up and the last to leave

Kenma might sneak off and play a game or two

But the rest are super interested

Kai takes photos, if allowed, and posts them in the teams group chat

Yaku will discuss every single exibit with you

Kuroo stands around like a proud dad 😂

Lev critics things because he’s an honest boy even thought he knows nothing about art

Inuoka and Shibayama literally just gawk at you because you are so cute when you are happy

Yamamoto is alot like Tanaka and Noya but a tiny bit tamer

Fukunaga takes notes on what he wants to talk to you about later when he finally gets to discuss your art with you

100/10 support

#karasuno manager #shiratorizawa manager #Inarizaki manager #nekoma manager #karasuno x reader #shiratorizawa x reader #inarizaki x reader #nekoma x reader #hq karasuno #hq Shiratorizawa #hq Inarizaki #hq nekoma #gender neutral reader #daichi sawamura #kita shinsuke #Kuroo tetsuro #ushijima wakatoshi #artist reader #haikyu fluff #haikyu x gender neutral reader #karasuno headcanons #shiratorizawa headcanons #nekoma headcanons #inarizaki headcanons #haikyuu!! #haikyu! #haikyuu #haikyū!! #haikyu team headcanons #kageyama tobio

[hyperfixatedfandomer]

I’d love a short story of spider at bridgehead with the recons and them teasing him after seeing his infatuated with a girl he sees. I just imagine him as a teenager who has not been around female humans before would stir up hormones.

Crush

Summary; Spider accidentally meets a human girl his age at Bridgehead, and thoughts of her refuse to leave his mind. To Spider’s misfortune, recoms can immediately tell.

Author’s note: I fully believe Spider could have a crush on a Na’vi, but the premise sounded like a lot of fun so here you have it! Just Spider being a silly kid lol 🥹

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“Ow! What the—”

“Watch where you’re going you—”

The two fell silent when they caught a glimpse of each other. A neatly dressed girl, her style minimalist and regal…in front of a boy with dirty army camouflage pants and a head of poorly twisted dreads. The youth in their features was undeniable, they couldn’t be far apart in age.

“…who…who are you?” Spider asked, his previous sass gone. He’d seen old humans, and seen young children, but a teenager? That was new.

“Deliah.” She turned her gaze to her clothes, dusting them off. “And you?”

“…Spider.”

The girl smiled, amused. “Spider? That’s your real name?”

Socorro stood. “Got a problem with it?”

“Not really, it’s just kinda silly. I like it.” She brushed her curls behind the ear. “Are you native then? Thought I was the only kid in this hole.”

“Yeah, I’m Pandorian.”

Deliah took liberty to circle the blonde, her attention on the hand-crafted beads in his hair. “Are you…like, a Na’vi?”

“Culturally, yeah.”

She grinned. “Wow! I heard grown ups talk about some "wildling" found in the forest, but didn’t believe them. How’d you survive??”

Spider noticed that he had a hard time turning his eyes away from hers. They were dark like his…and beautiful, glowing in the light steaming from a nearby window. Her attention felt strange. He wanted all and none of it at the same time.

Blood rushed to his cheeks. “I…uh, I dunno. It’s not that difficult once you learn how to keep up.”

“Is it true Na’vi don’t wear clothes?” She giggled.

“What!?“

“Sorry, was that rude?”

“Kinda. We do, just not much. Jungle gets hot, wearing too much can cause a heat-stroke.”

“Oooh, right, sorry, got it. It’s like a survival thing.”

“Yeah…”

Deliah had a pleasant voice, one akin to a light rain after the storm, or a calm stream on a sunlit morning. The sound of her made something flutter in Spider’s stomach, like he swallowed a flock of butterflies.

“….so…you’re like…what?”

She giggled again, what is so funny to her? Is she making fun of me? The boy thought as his face grew redder and heart kept pounding for a reason he could not understand. All he knew is that he wanted to run as far as possible from this person and hide, as well as stay in her presence forever.

“I’m mixed, kinda like most people around here. My mom’s a vice-rep and she wanted me off Earth asap, so now I’m here…dying of boredom instead of smoke.” She rocked on her heels.

“Was it scary? Leaving it all behind?”

“I um…didn’t have many friends.”

“Relatable.” He rubbed his neck.

Deliah raised her brows, her head side-ways. “Na’vi don’t like you?”

“Kinda, but it’s not because I’m human. It’s my ancestry…my squad’s small but we tight. They’re my ride or die.”

“Oh, hope you get to go home soon then..”

Spider smiled sadly. Just as he thought; she didn’t know he was kept here as a prisoner of war. It made the boy wonder what else RDA higher-ups hid from their people to keep them in line.

“But, while you’re here…do you um…since we’re the only human kids for miles—”

“Spider, what the hell did I tell you about wandering off?” A loud voice boomed across the corridor, making both children flinch. Spider turned with a grimace, meeting a cold gaze of his father’s clone.

“Who’s that guy??” Deliah whispered, half-hiding behind the boy. Her touch on his shoulder was soft, and her hand so delicate compared to his…

“Socorro, get your ass over here!”

“Okay okay! Fine…” Spider groaned, before throwing a last look at Deliah. “Goodbye.”

“Where are you going?”

“I Wasn’t supposed to be here. I’m usually in the military block. Just wanted to explore a bit.”

“So…you won’t come back?” The girl’s full lips pursed in a slight frown.

Spider felt a sudden tug on his bicep and whipped his head to see a blue hand wrapped around it, dragging him off. Quaritch’s gaze minutely fixed on the girl, who initially shrunk under it, then tried to assert herself by crossing her arms, but Miles couldn’t be fooled; she was a child.

A girl. In Bridgehead. Talking to Spider.

Oh Lord.

“Let go! I can walk on my own!” The kid hissed when the two entered an elevator. He then noticed Quaritch throwing mischievous glances his way. “What??”

“You sly dog.” He smirked.

“What!?!”

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Time in Bridgehead never passed this slow. Spider couldn’t wait to be back where he belongs; in the forest, where he could somewhat forget he was a hostage.

And forget about her.

Spider rolled over on the bunk, face in his pillow. Three days have passed and Deliah still plagued his thoughts. How? Why? He’d never know. It must have been out of boredom. That was it. Just boredom.

Not at all her beautiful voice or shining curls or big eyes or that smile…

“Missing your girlfriend again?”

“OH FUCK OFF!!”

Maybe Spider would have already forgotten if not for recombinants. He’d have to slit Miles’s throat for spinning them a twisted version of their conversation. You should have seen this, he told his colleagues. This boy was whipped, ready to propose right then and there!

“So you were huh.” Lyle chuckled, leaning on the doorframe. “Pouting won’t make it better. Get up, breakfast is serving.”

The mess had been loud as usual, but as Spider sat to reluctantly eat an RDA prepared meal, something caught his attention.

A head of dark brown curls in the crowd.

Before the kid even knew it, he stood up, then climbed onto his seat to get a better look. Could it be…

“It’s not her, Spider. That Deliah girl is high rank, but still civilian. She’d never be let in here.” Miles pressed a hand on his shoulder, forcing Socorro back down.

Zdog giggled. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

“Shut up.” The kid pouted. “We had only one conversation. I’m not like, in love or anything.”

“You sure look like it…she did too.” Miles nudged him.

The boy gasped. “She was just being nice.”

“She was twirling her hair and giggling at your every word, that’s the clearest "I like you" I’ve ever seen.”

Spider blushed. Deliah wouldn’t like a boy from the forest. Why? He was a total opposite to her, a "princess" from Brideghead, with her neat clothes and golden jewellery and glowing skin and…

“Oh great, Romeo’s off into the clouds again.” Lopez rolled his eyes.

“You’re unbearable.” Spider growled, digging into his disgusting porridge. The faster he ate, the faster he could escape this embarrassing exchange with immature soldiers who seemingly had nothing better to do than to pick on him.

“You want me to take you along next time I report to the investors?” Lyle teased. “Maybe she’d be there~~”

“Lyle I didn’t ask you—…wait…really?”

The table erupted in guffaws and Socorro’s face turned as red as a tomato. He wanted to die.

“Dawwww~!” Ja mused. “This is too cute.”

“I HATE all of you!”

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#atwow #atwow spider #spider atwow #avatar spider #spider avatar #spider socorro #avatar 2 #avatar way of water #avatar quaritch #avatar recoms #miles quaritch

[yuwumeniji]

Mind writing anything about shu and his new outfit (possibly with smooches?)

YAMINO SHU(?)

Is this you?

Aka: if shu won't make lore, i will

Fanart credit

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A/N: Holy shit it's been too long since i last wrote and with the fact that my classes are done... for the next 2ish weeks... i can write more. thank you for your submission btw !!!!!!

i've also tried a different writing style for this one since this is a singular member as well - cut between lore and romantic headcannons (i promise i read the full request LMAO thank you for enabling me here) UPDATE: idk why i didn't post it yet (i wrote this like 2 weeks ago???)

WARNING: Please remember that I am writing about Luxiem based on their characters online and not of the people behind their vtuber avatars, thank you!

MORE BELOW THE CUT!

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General Headcannons/Lore Headcannons

you're currently looking at the shu from the distant past; a past where his supernatural powers were at it's rawest, primal form.

meaning his control over his powers prior to meeting the luxiem boys is a lot more unstable.

actually, a lot of the shikigamis that flock around him are used to regulate his powers.

he's a lot more angry, aggressive in this form but there's a sort of regal air surrounding him.

if you remember, he hails from an all-powerful mystic family who specialized in many ancient medicines, rituals and sorcery, thus giving him a sort of arrogance as well.

the way he spoke (especially in the past) was a lot more formal than the usual relaxed shu you know and love.

he's also a lot more clumsy when it comes to social cues considering he's from a very formal background along with the fact that he hasn't interacted with normal human beings for a long time

the way the past!shu appeared in front of you was due to a mishap with one of present!shu's sorcery (he tried to fix something with his sorcery despite you telling him maybe it was a bad idea and that it could go wrong, but i digress lmao)

back to his powers, in terms of power, past!shu had the power to obliterate entire continents with the flick of his wrist. i mean, he could still do that now, but the present!shu has no desires to destroy, maim or even kill whatever is in his way

he's also a little more sneaky (refer back to the kind of arrogance he may have in the past)

Romantic Headcannons

oh he baby baby

he had no interest in romance in the first place i mean how could you when your sorcery was so unpredictable it could make his partner's head turn into idk??? the nearest object by accident???

i mean until you arrive (plot device)

i'd say he's also a little more rough with how he handles his partners too - from the teeth-gnashing kisses that remind you too much about his inexperience to the bite marks that linger longer than it should've (hey delusionals this one is for you)

oh i should add, i don't think he's the kind to initiate anything, even in the past - it usually just snowballs that way

it's just that with the lack of human contact (in this form), his experience of love came from you, books he's read, and eventually the familial love he found with luxiem

he's the kind to grow super red the moment you kiss his cheek and even cartoonishly "rubs off your kiss" (he likes it a lot)

oh he's more of a tsundere in the past too, huffing away any pick-up lines from the internet you throw at him (even if he did enjoy them)

#yuwrote #holy shit yuwu content about her fave oshi :o #I MISS WRITING I WISH I HAD MORE ENERGY TO DO IT EUUEEU #shu yamino x reader #shu yamino #shubie my beloved en vtuber #nijisanji writing #nijisanji en luxiem #nijisanji en #nijien #nijisanji #luxiem drabble #luxiem imagine #luxiem x reader #luxiem #drabble #imagine #writing #yu asked and i answered

[danpuff-ao3]

Draco Malfoy: Rare Pair Rec List

If you know me, you know Draco is my fandom bicycle. Pass that boy around, baby! So here are a list of some of my favorite Draco-ship fics with various rare pairs! Different ships, different vibes, all kinds of goodies!

A Lesser Magic

by lq_traintracks (@lqtraintracks). Draco/Albus Severus. Rated: E. Words: 5,005. Daddy kink. Age play. Praise kink.

⭐️ Obsessed with this one. Pretty sure it will live in my brain forever.

Draco and Albus find something in each other that they can’t possibly get from anyone else.

A Room with a View in the Flowering City

by wolfpants (@wolfpants). Draco/Bill. Rated: E. Words: 1,446. Friends with benefits. Colleagues. Power imbalance. Minor Draco/Harry.

During Draco's internship at Gringotts, Bill and Draco get to know each other in surprising ways. For Bill, it's fun, but also comforting.

Reciprocity

by crystalusagi. Draco/Blaise. Rated: E. Words: 326. Dubious consent.

Draco gets more than he bargained for.

Danger in Frustration

by gracerene (@gracerene). Draco/Charlie. Rated: E. Words: 3,569. Mild dub-con. Dirty talk. Virginity. Intergluteal sex. Just the Tip.

⭐️ "Just the Tip" is one of my favorite tags!

Draco doesn't believe in sex before marriage. Charlie's found a loophole.

A Regal Affair

by FangQueen (@fangqueen). Draco/Cormac. Rated: E. Words: 5,079. Underage drinking. Underage kissing. Implied/referenced drug use. Frottage. Desk sex. Quickies.

There was nothing even all that special about Malfoy. Sure, he was pleasant enough to look at, if you liked the pointy, pale, platinum blonde sort. He had a nice arse―what could be discerned about it through those impossibly tight trousers he insisted upon wearing. And he was a decent kisser, from what Cormac could remember. Still, why all the men seemed to flock to him in droves, he thought he may never understand.

Take It In Trade

by gracerene (@gracerene). Draco/Dolohov. Rated: E. Words: 3,130. Dubious consent. Sex for favors. Power imbalance. Hogwarts 7th year.

Without a wand, and with his family out of favour with the Dark Lord, Draco finds himself in need of protection. Draco is fairly certain Antonin Dolohov will provide it, but he's not going to do it for free.

Killing Fields

by calrissian18. Draco/Firenze. Rated: M. Words: 9,938. Bestiality. Angst.

In which nothing dies but reluctance.

Walking Shadow

by ThreeSidedOrchid. Draco/Hagrid. Rated: E. Words: 4,085. Draco/Snape.

Some days after are harder than the war itself. "To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury Signifying nothing." (Macbeth V.v.19-28).

Brighter Than the Sun

by GoldenTruth813 (@goldentruth813). Draco/James Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 23,798. Curse Breaker Draco. Auror James. First time. Denial of feelings.

James Sirius Potter is gorgeous. He's also half Draco's age. Getting emotionally involved with him would be a complete and utter disaster. Fortunately for Draco, he's had a lifetime of practice compartmentalizing his feelings. Draco can definitely handle fucking James—young, beautiful, rash James Sirius Potter—with no strings attached.

A Persuasive Performance

by Alisanne. Draco/Kingsley. Rated: E. Words: 2,681. Draco/others. Prostitution.

It was just another night on the job for Draco until a customer came in with a very specific request.

Whatever You Can Dream Up Next

by spacekc929. Draco/Moody. Rated: E. Words: 57,505. Consensual kink. Past rape/non-con. Under-negotiated kink. Daddy kink. Age difference. Size difference. Rough/painful sex. Crying. Fear play. Aftercare. Various other kinks and warnings.

⭐️ Full of filth. 10/10.

Alastor Moody is fifty-one years old when he accepts a scrawny, traumatized, eighteen-year-old Death Eater into his home through Harry Potter’s new pet project, the Young Parolees Initiative.

AKA, the obscenely cross-generational Draco/Moody BDSM romance no one ever asked for, featuring a protective, obsessive, sadistic Alastor whose capacity for tenderness is outmatched only by his depraved imagination, and a Draco with trauma who wants nothing more than to be Alastor’s good boy.

The Ugly Duckling and the Peacock

by Vukovich (@vukovich). Draco/Neville. Rated: E. Words: 12,357. Veela Draco. Herbology Professor Neville. Potions Master Draco. Accidental bonding. Scent kink. Fluff. Angst. Humor.

“Aye,” Hagrid said, nodding somberly. “Yer a Veela, Draco. Well, a bit." -- By Thursday evening, I had managed to entirely avoid sitting near Longbottom at meals. I had only walked slowly past his classroom door three times. I’d only snuck up behind him and smelled him four times. He caught me twice. And I’d only stood outside his bedroom door at 3 AM and jerked off in my robes the one time. -- My fingers threaded through his soft hair, and he sighed into mine, and I would have stayed like that for days. “Did you write a book on Veela-fucking?” I murmured. He chuckled. “No, I just read it a few times.”

Only One Word

by EntreNous. Draco/Remus. Rated: E. Words: 7,871. Developing relationship. Daddy kink.

Remus worries far too much what Draco thinks of the differences between them, until he discovers what Draco truly thinks.

Refuge

by Indigo_Scarf (@indigo-scarf). Draco/Scabior. Rated: T. Words: 2,990. Cottagecore. Fluff. Angst. Unhappy ending. Suicidal thoughts.

After the war, Scabior has been hiding in a hut in the woods near Malfoy Manor.

Old Dogs, New Tricks

by youcantseeus. Draco/Sirius. Rated: T. Words: 14,099. Postwar. Cousin incest. Humor.

⭐️ My favorite Drarius fic!

Draco isn't gay, he just appreciates a good looking man when he sees one. Honest! And Sirius Black is a good looking man.

Shall we descend once more, my Hades

by megyal. Draco/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 10,219. Postwar. Forced bonding. Podfic available.

[From the request: Later schoolyears, possibly seventh year | In return for killing Voldemort, Draco is given to Snape, to become his concubine. (Prompt: The Myth of Persephone)

Used

by torino10154. Draco/Teddy. Rated: E. Words: 811. Forced feminization. Dubious consent. Self-hatred. Humiliation.

Teddy wants Draco to be happy but at what cost?

The Lovers

by mushroomheadgirl. Draco/Theodore. Rated: E. Words: 4,941. Friends to lovers. Hogwarts 8th year. Falling in love. Love confessions.

It started with a note and ended here: the two of you huddled together in a lumpy bed in a frigid motel room in a backwater town. Far away from the castle you used to call home. Draco’s hand wavers just over yours, and there’s a lot unsaid and a lot that could go wrong, but you silently beg him to close the distance. * A story about schoolyard notes and the confessions that sneak through the lines.

The Lemniscate, or the Nature of Infinity

by lysanatt. Draco/Viktor. Rated: M. Words: 5,582. Prostitution. Quidditch. Romance. Previous unrequited Draco/Snape.

The war is long over, but Draco Malfoy is still caught up in the loss of the man he only too late realised that he loved. Trying to forget, he finds himself immersed in Quidditch and sex -- sex for money, that is. Not all men, however, are willing to pay. Happy end romance.

Seasons Change, And So Do We

by calrissian18. Draco/Voldemort. Rated: E. Words: 6,053. Dubious consent. Pining. Minor character death. Mythology fusion: Persephone/Hades

The Malfoy boy is sixteen when he burns the Mark into him. It’s almost more than he can bear; marking something his that isn’t quite.

#danpuff recs #draco malfoy #rare pairs #draco rare pairs

[scorple]

i am so happy and excited and in love with the fact that despite Andhera coming into the Bloom as it being his first time in "public" (minus the Pillar Boy stuff obviously) and that they were so nervous that they felt like they had do change everything about themself from the way they carry themself to their own voice, lowering it (which is also a whole bag of worms re: their gender identity and pronouns) and making it more 'regal'

despite ALL that, Andhera has collected allies and friends just by being himself. every time he dropped more and more of that persona, people flock to him. they let themself be vulnerable and open up to the emotions that have been called weakness their entire life, that they've been punished and abused for and that is how they make connections and find out who they really are.

#acofaf spoliers #a court of fey and flowers #dimension 20 #acofaf #prince andhera #prince andhera of the unseelie court #andhera

[eirianerisdar]

hi! i'm really loving icarus, you're a wonderful writer! but i just had a quick question. i love the flock graphics, and they're super helpful! would it be possible for you to maybe list the species of birds for the main 'characters' of the story as well? you don't have to post example photos or anything crazy, but i think just a list like that would be helpful too. sometimes i forget who has what kind of wings, and i think having a list so i can google image the bird would be great.

if that's not something you want to do or don't have time to do or something, no worries!! i really appreciate you taking the time to write icarus in the first place <3

Oof I might as well do a general guide! I never thought a maxiel wingfic would spawn so many specific wing allocations but here's the general list:

Paddock wings in Icarus:

Current grid:

Daniel Ricciardo - Scarlet Macaw (colourful, nimble flyers)

Max Verstappen - Peregrine Falcon (raw speed, inherited from his mother)

Sergio Perez -Crested Caracara (a type of mexican bird of prey)

Lewis Hamilton - Greater Bird of Paradise (beautiful wing plumes, lovely singer)

George Russell - Blue swallow (beautiful metallic-blue feathers, scream like madmen when they fly)

Carlos Sainz - Spanish Imperial Eagle (white epaulets, very regal)

Charles Leclerc - White Dove (need I say more? Perfect white wings, exploited because they're pretty but so intelligent in pathfinding)

Lando Norris - Lucifer Hummingbird (Small, colourful, likes to hover in place)

Oscar Piastri - Little Lorikeet (One of the smaller types of Australian parrot. Very cute)

Yuki Tsunoda - Japanese Long-tailed tit (Photos should be self explanatory. They fly like ballistic missiles)

Alexander Albon - Crested Fireback (National bird of Thailand. Beautiful dark blue and fiery plumage)

Logan - Blue Jay (Commonly found in Florida. Blue, like Logan's current posting, and his eyes)

Pierre Gasly - Osprey (A bird of prey often found near coasts along the European shoreline, and Pierre is from Normandy)

Esteban Ocon - Black Stork (Tall, gangly, also migrates through France)

Fernando Alonso - Kestrel (a type of small bird of prey, hunts by biding their time and waiting then divebombing)

Lance Stroll - Snowy Owl (Lance is cuddly ok and I didn't want to make him a Canadian goose because that's his dad)

Valtteri Bottas - Bullfinch (Look it up. The picture is self-explanatory. The manliest of men)

Zhou Guanyu - Chinese Red-Crowned Crane (A crowned crane for the champion of the universe, as translates his name)

Kevin Magnussen - Raven (Viking. quoth the raven.)

Nico Hulkenberg - Crow (he keeps coming back. As wily as many of their bird counterparts but has a bad rep for being a bad omen)

Retired drivers or drivers not currently on the grid:

Sebastian Vettel - Swiftlet (Extremely good fliers, reaching up to 160km/h and pulls insane G-forces)

Mick Schumacher - European robin (Very cute. Universally liked. Same wings as his father)

Nico Rosberg - Eurasian Sparrowhawk (a bird of prey that hunts by ambushing before a high-speed, agile chase)

Jenson Button - Northern Harrier (hunts in a high-speed flight close to the ground, exceptionally good listeners)

Mark Webber - Cassowary (look up a photo. Just look at it.)

Kimi Raikkonen - Giant Albatross (King of gives no shits, flies very long distances without a care)

David Coulthard - Bush-Stone Curlew (White trousers!)

Romain Grosjean - Red-tailed Hawk (I chose the bird of prey that could best mesh with the phoenix metaphor)

Antonio Giovannazi - White-spotted Starling (Very pretty plumage)

Daniil Kyvat - Great Bustard (I honestly don't remember why. Distributes in Russia)

Nyck De Vries - Common European Sparrow (Small. Commonly found. Unfortunately often hunted)

Nikita Mazepin - Flamingo (Need I say more)

Sir Jackie Stewart - (Clipped) Merlin Wings (Extremely fast Scottish bird of prey. In-fic, Jackie was one of the generation of drivers that clipped their wings, permanently robbing them of flight)

Team Principals and people in the paddock:

Toto Wolff - Black Swan (self-explanatory)

Christian Horner - Golden Eagle (A bit pompous. Matches his hair)

James Vowles - Magpie (Utterly clever, not from any particular prestige)

Fred Vasseur - Partridge (Affable. Cuddly.)

Guenther Steiner - Shoebill (self-explanatory, look up a photo)

Cyril Abiteboul - Eagle Owl (something about his face is very Eagle Owl)

Micheal Italiano - Kookaburra (laughs when they shouldn't)

Zak Brown - Chicken (self-explanatory. Literally and metaphorically)

Andreas (mclaren) - Common Quail (short lifespan)

Mattia Binotto - Pigeon (wants to be as pretty and loved as Charles. Is a public nuisance instead)

Otmar sznafnauer - Peacock (Struts around, can't really fly)

Resident Bastard:

Jos Verstappen - Cuckoo (Cuckoos are brood parasites, and lay their eggs in nests of birds of other species'. The cuckoo parent therefore does nothing while other birds raise their young)

#I've probably missed a couple minor characters so if anyone has any questions feel free to drop a reply and I'll answer #f1 #f1 wingfic #f1 wing au #icarus #my post #writing #fanfic

[strwberri-milk]

Yours

Kaeya x Reader || (Mild) Hurt/Comfort, Jealousy, Fluff || 3 479 words

Jealousy might be normal but that doesn't mean it makes it any easier to bear.

a/n: im trying to find more of how i wanna write kaeya so im slowly working at some ideas for kaeya fics/drabbles as i grow into his character a bit more since im not quite satisfied with his voice quite yet!

“Why of course it was no problem! Really, I’m here to help after all.” 

The familiar chuckle makes you turn your head as you stand over at the fruit stand, watching Kaeya take another compliment from another elderly woman holding onto his arm. The sight is incredibly normal, your boyfriend inclined to help out wherever he can. It just so happens that old people seem to flock around him like no other. 

“Kaeya,” she starts, the formalities of his title non-existent as it is with all the other elderlies of Mondstat. Kaeya’s insistence, of course. 

“Why don’t you come and stay the night for dinner? A few of my grandchildren have arrived from their own adventures and I’m sure they’d love to regale our Cavalry Captain with the stories. I’d love to introduce you to them all.”

“As much as the invitation is tempting, I have plans for the evening already,” he responds smoothly. 

“If it’s tempting then why don’t you just come along anyway?” she tries again, tugging at his cuffs. 

“I can’t abandon my beloved to have dinner all by their lonesome,” he continues, turning his head and coincidentally meeting your gaze. 

You’re about to turn away when the look on his face softens just momentarily. His eye tilts downward, shoulders relaxing a little and you think he’s about to turn and run to you when he remembers his arm is trapped against a very insistent woman, looking down and losing that moment of calm. 

“I’m sure they wouldn’t mind your presence lacking for just one night Captain, just the one.” She’s become more insistent in her attempts to pull him in, now trying to butter him up. 

You know this routine; the dance is the same every time. Kaeya gets swept up by some admirer or hopeful in-law, stepping into tune and skirting around an outright denial because of course even his rejection is all covered up in that pretty voice of his. 

A knot of mean words and twisted emotions seek to make themselves known. It’s not necessarily bad what you’re feeling, no, it’s natural. Of course it’s normal to feel a pang of something unkind as you watch your lover try to weasel his way out of what you know is a thinly veiled attempt to introduce him to someone better than you, smarter than you, perfect for him. 

Without looking back you turn to head back home, the purpose for your outing forgotten. 

There’s no way to describe your actions right now other than an obvious stare, watching as someone makes their desires known to Kaeya, practically humping his leg like a dog in heat as they stare up at him, neglecting the fact that the height difference is negligible. For a second you’re struck by the thought that perhaps you look just as desperate as they do when you’re with Kaeya but when your gaze travels up to his face you almost choke on your laughter at the simple fact that he really looks like he could not care any less. 

He’s bored, the mischievous twinkle that lives in his eye instead replaced with a dullness that glazes over his entire energy when faced with a massive stack of paperwork or with yet another letter from the Grandmaster apologising and extending his expedition that continues to leave Kaeya horseless. 

The outfit this admirer dons is one of the Knights, clothes much too neat for you to think that this is an experienced knight. Most likely it’s a new recruit that managed to shoehorn their way into Kaeya’s orientation, famous among new knights for a plethora of reasons. But, instead of testing their practical skills or leading them around the headquarters, Kaeya is now leaning against the doorway, seeming to try and will the energy needed to deal with such an “energetic” recruit from Barbatos himself. 

“Now, I’m very glad to see you’re excited to be working with me-” Kaeya begins, immediately cut off. 

“I’m more than excited!” they respond, jumping to attention as soon as they hear him speak. 

“I’ve wanted nothing more than to work at your side, Captain! Your skills are second to none and I’m sure there’s a lot to learn from you!” 

“You’re not going to learn much by holding my arm to your chest. I may see out of one eye but I do use both hands,” he sighs, yanking his arm out of their grasp. 

“Captain, you sound exhausted? Is there anything I can do to help boost your energy? Perhaps we can warm up…together?” 

Your stare turns to open mouthed shock, covering your mouth with a hand as you continue eavesdropping on this conversation, knowing that he would say no. Or at least you’re pretty sure he would. He doesn’t know you’re here - there’s always the off chance he’d say yes, right? Even though it would make no sense for him to, no, not when he’s taken so long to bare any part of him to you, refusing to even tell you what his favourite things were at first for fear that it’d begin to break down the walls he’s so painstakingly built. 

The look in their eyes is obvious and you hold your breath, the air around your ears painfully loud as you try to figure out what he’ll say. 

“Don’t be silly. If you want to warm up you’ll do it with the others,” he responds coldly, seemingly unwilling to entertain any of this anymore as he pulls his hand back. 

“I didn’t mean anything by it!” they begin to plead, realising that they’ve made a grave error. 

“It does not matter what you meant with your words when it’s clear with your actions what you want. If you went through all this work to join the Knights I’m sure you know what the daily routine of a Knight looks like. Go back to the courtyard and get ready for the Acting Grandmaster’s opening speech.” 

They nod meekly and run off, Kaeya crossing his arms in frustration. He turns his head again and you think your gazes will meet again. The pounding in your chest disagrees with that possibility and forces you to duck down and hide from his prying eye, knowing he’ll find you instantly were he to try but all you hear is a yawn as he stretches.

“My dear,” he sighs, talking to himself as he hasn’t actually spotted you. “I miss you so much.” 

The pout in his voice is clear and you hold back your laughter, knowing that he was extra clingy today with the prospect of training new knights. You could barely get him out of bed what with how desperate for your touch he was, smiling to yourself as you listened to the click of his boots turn back in to join the other knights. 

You’re used to Kaeya being coveted, and you know he wouldn’t do anything to slight you. You’ll witness it time and time again, whether accidentally or on purpose such as when the two of you are out on the town together. He’ll give you a kiss that’s longer than usual, give a pointed look to his desperate admirer as he dips you low, pulling back from your lips only to nip at your collar and make you gasp his name breathlessly for the audience of one. It’s normal to be caught up in him, what with his alluring gaze and charming lines. 

What you rarely witness was Kaeya flirting back. 

Well, this wasn’t intentional and you could hardly call it flirting on his side. Kaeya’s being nice, friendly in the way that he is. He keeps the attention of his conversational partner and nods and hums, active listening skills making him that much more attractive as the person in front of him enthuses about something. You’re sitting at the bar, lightly stabbing the food you ordered as you remember Kaeya wasn’t expecting you for quite some time so of course he won’t be looking around for you yet. 

However, the other person was becoming more and more bold with their actions. Their hands brush their bangs out of their face, framing it prettily with the strands of hair as they lean in more to listen to Kaeya give his response. When they speak it’s with a fluid confidence you know Kaeya appreciates, his smile easy. 

It’s not a crime for him to get along with people and you’re happy he is, but you can’t help but find yourself feeling so out of place.The two of them look dazzling together, garnering a few stares of interest from neighbouring tables. 

“Are you going to say anything?” a voice in front of you asks and you shake your head, not even bothering to look at him. 

“Why would I? He’s having a good time.” 

“His new friend there seems to be having too good of a time,” Diluc retorts. 

“He’s not flirting so it’s not like I can tell him to stop,” you mutter, continuing to push your food around. 

“He isn’t flirting but clearly they aren’t understanding that. Maybe I should go and remind him that he’s waiting for someone.” 

You hear the door to the bar click and you shake your head furiously, looking up at Diluc for the first time of the night. 

“It’s okay. He’ll come home when he can’t find me and we’ll do something at home. It’s fine, I’m fine,” you tack on, not sure who you were trying to convince more. 

Diluc stays quiet but you watch his eyes continue to scrutinise the scene in front of him, clearing his throat and stepping towards the table as you slip out of the tavern before you can hear him speak. 

The house is dark when he steps in. Kaeya knows it’s late. He almost lost track of time and then when he remembered why he was at Angels Share in the first place he waited a little more. Then more, and some more just in hopes that you would come see him. He’d been looking forward to this date after all, and meeting up at a place after being separate for the whole day reminded him of the early days of your relationship, where everything you did excited him. It still did, don’t get him wrong, but it was still a feeling he loved to chase when he could. 

When he sees your shoes tucked neatly into their place at the door he knows something’s wrong. It’s too meticulous. He flips the light on and he notices it again. The entrance is tidied. You’re stressed out about something, distracted and dealing with those feelings of anxiousness by doing mundane tasks to keep your productive. Worried, but productive. 

He half expects to see you cleaning in your shared bedroom, glad that there’s no light spilling onto the hallway of the home. Maybe you’re asleep he hopes, knowing you must be tired as he dresses for bed before sliding in next to you.

Instinctively, his arms pull you into his chest, comforting you as he presses kiss against whatever part of you he can reach. Kaeya’s about to wish you good night softly, lips right on your ear when he feels you hug him back. Tight. It’s not strange, but it’s concerning and he quickly rolls over to pin you underneath him, resting on an arm as you stare up at him in surprise. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks bluntly, buttering you up by kissing your lips softly. 

“Nothing,” you mutter, trying to turn your face away from him. 

“Don’t try and hide from me,” Kaeya scolds, nosing against your cheek to turn you back to him. 

“I can tell that something’s wrong. You’ve been crying.” 

The revelation is new to you as well, fingers coming to touch your cheeks as you realise there’s a distinctive wetness coming from your eyes. Your cheeks are cold with tears, blinking exacerbating the problem as Kaeya’s face swims in front of you. Once you realise you’re crying the feelings come up again - a desperate inadequacy that really wasn’t anybody else’s fault but yours - and your lips immediately go into a pout as you try to hold back the tears. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he says quickly, falling to his side of the bed and pulling you back into his arms. 

“I didn’t want to make you cry, let me hold you.” 

His voice soothes your racing heart, mind stilling for the first time since you returned home after leaving him at the tavern. He returned much earlier than you thought he would have, thinking he might have just had a drink or two too many and forgotten why he was there in the first place after being a bit tipsy. You weren’t going to condemn him for having a social life after all, knowing how stressful work was for him lately. 

“You were having a good time - I - I didn’t want to bother you,” you blubber, crowing more into him while he nods at your words.

“This is more than just tonight though, isn’t it?” he soothes. “You can tell me what’s on your mind, you know that for a fact.” 

“I know,” you sniffle, leaning into his touch slightly as his palm cups your cheek. 

“I know but I don’t want to weigh you down. You have so many important things to do - it’s not your fault I just didn’t know how to bring it up without worrying about how it might affect you and-” 

Your messy ramblings are cut short when he presses his lips to yours again, stealing the breath out of your lungs and distracting you just for a minute. The jumping thoughts in your mind slow with each passing second and you think he’s forgotten you both need to breath when your head begins to spin from the lack of air. 

Inadvertently - or probably on purpose knowing him - the lack of oxygen makes you forget all about whatever it was you were crying about as you lightly grab his shirt, Kaeya coming off of you with a slight gasp right against your lips. He looks into your eyes with his, stunning you into silence even more. 

“You are one of the most important things to me,” he whispers against you reverentially, palm still resting on your face. 

“You have no idea how much it kills me to see you trying so hard to fight something I know I can help you with. Just tell me what I can do for you, please.” 

You know you can never deny him, especially when he’s right above you with a pleading look and his touch on your body. Kaeya was impossible in every sense of the word and you know that denying him wasn’t going to work. Eventually you know you’ll give in so you decide to give in now, taking his hand off of you and sitting up against the headboard. He joins you, leaning up against the wood and putting his hand on your thigh. 

“Everybody loves you so much,” you begin, fiddling with your hands. 

“Including me. And I know your eyes aren’t straying from me. I have no reason to doubt that at all. But I can’t help but wonder sometimes if you’d be happier with someone else.

“Earlier today I saw you talking to someone else while you were waiting for me. You just seemed so at peace. It looked right and I don’t know why but I felt like, at that moment, you two were dating. It wasn’t you and I, it was you and them. That made me so jealous but I couldn’t properly articulate it so I’ve just been moping at home trying to get over it.”

He takes your words in, fingers combing through your hair while you speak. The silence that falls over your bodies afterwards is comfortable, not scary and you’re glad for it as he settles back into bed next you. Burying his face into your neck, you get the distinct sense that for whatever reason he’s seeking comfort from you. Kaeya doesn’t say too much, more wrapped up in finding solace in you before he speaks against your skin. 

“You’re right but just because you know that doesn’t mean you’re going to be immune to feelings of jealousy.” 

His words make sense and normally you’d be much more able to respond but the affectionate, almost sleepy way he holds you is dulling your thoughts as you bury yourself more into him. 

“I want you to know though that I love you so much,” he continues, muttering.

“I wake up because I want to see you and go to bed with you as the last thought on my mind. There’s nothing I want more than to stay right here like this for the rest of my life but if I did then I wouldn’t be able to have happy days either. Really, I’ve put myself in quite a conundrum,” he chuckles, yawning a little at the end of his words. 

“You are so fucking cheesy,” you say half-heartedly, already beginning to feel a little more at ease through his reassurances. 

“No I’m not,” he whines. 

“I’m just trying to tell you how much I love you. No matter what it is you feel I’ll be here to tell you that your feelings are unfounded. Do you believe me?’

“Of course I do,” you placate, his breath against you reminding you that he was here, with you. 

“I love you so much Kaeya. I just know that if someone else were to make you happier-”

His hand slaps over your mouth and you’re stopped, shocked at the random show of energy so contrary to how he normally is when you two are getting ready for bed. 

“Don’t you even start that up again. You are my happiness,” he says with finality, eye peering at you from below. 

“Now, when I take my hand off your mouth you’re going to repeat after me, got it?”

You raise a brow and he sits up a little, waiting for your response. He only lets go when you nod slowly, falling back onto you with a comforted sigh. 

“Kaeya loves me,” he starts. 

“Kaeya, this is so stupid-” 

“You want to lose the gift of speech again?” he mockingly threatens, the heel of his palm resting against your cheek. 

“I just think that this is ridiculous!” 

“Just repeat after me. Kaeya loves me.” 

He doesn’t say anything else, but you feel him press against your face a little more which makes you relent, sighing and repeating after him. 

“Kaeya loves me.” 

“And he will spend the rest of his life keeping that promise he made to himself.” 

“And he will spend the rest of his life keeping that promise he made to himself.” 

“Nice. Now, good night darling.” 

He’s about to doze off and you shake him a little, confused at the knowledge of some promise Kaeya made apparently about you without your knowledge. 

“What promise?” you ask. 

“Oh that? You aren’t supposed to know the contents of that, just that I’ll do everything I can to keep my promise to you,” he responds lazily, trying to get you to leave him alone. 

“It’s not much of a promise if I don’t know what it is!” 

“We can talk about it later. Just go to sleep, please? It’s been a day and a half.” 

“Kaeya.” 

There’s a thinly veiled threat in the tone of your voice and he groans, deciding that he can’t handle being this vulnerable while cuddling up to you. It takes him a moment but he quickly readjusts your bodies to hold your back to his chest, not giving you any leeway to turn and look at him. 

“Don’t make fun of me,” he mumbles, speaking into your ear.

“I just want to know. Why are you squeezing me to death?”

“I’ll tell you if you don’t make fun of me,” Kaeya reiterates, fingers twining through yours. 

“I’d never make fun of you. Just tell me what you’re talking about so I know. Please?”

You want to turn to look at him, give him your full attention but the fact that he won’t let you look at him makes it clear that whatever it is he wants to say is something he can’t admit to your face. He has almost all the typical markers of his own embarrassment and you’re sure if you could see him his cheeks would be tinted pink and he’d be doing his best to avert your gaze. 

It takes him a second but you know he’s ready to tell you when his hold around your body tightens, voice so fragile you think it’d break if Kaeya spoke with anything but a gentle reverence for your being. 

“I promise to become a man that’s worthy of your love.”

#kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic

[thebadgerclan]

Jealousy

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Summary: Jealousy is a heady thing

In the four years of your marriage, you never had reason to doubt Nikolai.  He was faithful, loving, adoring to a fault, always making it explicitly clear that he was yours and yours alone.  And you were his, and you were happy.  However, you were not only Nikolai’s wife, but the Queen of Ravka, and such a position came with more than a few smitten admirers.

Letters arrived at the Grand Palace daily, which were opened, read, and sorted by palace staff.  It wasn’t unusual for upwards of 20 letters a week to arrive for you, most of which were declarations of love, sonnets of your beauty, pleas for you to abandon your husband and marry them.  You found them humorous, but they sparked Nikolai’s jealousy.  Letters were one thing, an abstract thing, easily tucked away, but when his courtiers, his advisors, and even foreign dignitaries expressed their desire for you, the King thought he could explode.

Nikolai knew that you were faithful, but he was a man: a man who loved and adored his wife more than anything else, and a man who was very protective of you.  Of course, the King of Ravka attracted admirers as well; “An occupational hazard, my dear,” your husband said, but that didn’t mean either of you had to like it.

Now, you knew exactly how Nikolai felt when an advisor made eyes at you or a courtier presented a poem of your beauty.  You were attending a state dinner held by the Shu, and as soon as the two of you had entered the ballroom, Nikolai was swarmed by all of the unwed Taban sisters and several of their ladies.  As you’d stood in the entryway, waiting to be announced, your husband had taken your hand and pressed a lingering kiss to it.

“You are divine, my Y/N,” he praised.  “The most beautiful woman to walk the earth.”  You’d chosen a gown of deep purple, your skirts flaring out in a ballgown shape, the fabric light and gauzy.  An amethyst necklace hung in the divot of your collarbones, matching gems hanging from your ears.  Your hair was twisted into an updo, and the tiara perched there matched the precious gems on your neck and ears.  When you were announced and entered, all eyes in the room turned to you and Nikolai, mutters in several languages filling the room.

But it was soon after that your husband was flocked by simpering women, all of whom clearly desired the man at your side.  Nikolai kept you on his arm, positioning his left hand just so to show off his wedding band, but the Shu ladies seemed to pay it no mind.  “Oh, Your Majesty,” one of the Taban princesses, Yenye, you thought, cooed in Ravkan.  “You simply must stay here for a few days.  Perhaps to receive a tour of the capital?”

Her attempt at flirting was shameless, and you fought to avoid rolling your eyes.  But your husband simply smiled.  “I would love to, Your Highness, but I’m afraid I must return home.  My wife and I have much to attend to.”  Nikolai had deliberately referred to you as his wife, but the women before him were not cowed.  They continued to compliment the King: how intelligent he was, how brave he was, how handsome the Ravkan men were, all of which had your temper boiling.

At one point, Princess Kheru dropped her fan, and when she bent to retrieve it, gave your husband a rather opportune look at her bosom.  Nikolai pointedly averted his eyes, squeezing your hand as he did.  This song and dance went on for quite a while, but it was a whispered phrase in Shu from one of the princesses ladies that made you snap.  “It’s a good thing that marriage is not sacred to the Shu…”

You pulled yourself upright, forcing every bit of regality and poise into your voice when you said, “But marriage is sacred to the Ravkans, and you will have no success in your pitiful attempts to woo my husband,” in perfectly accented Shu.  The lady went ashen, and she bowed her head.  “Your Majesty, I did not know you spoke Shu.”  “I do,” you said, voice clipped.  “Ravka, Shu, Fjerdan, Kerch, Zemini, but that isn’t the point.  I understand the difference in our cultures concerning the sanctity of marriage, but allow me to make myself clear:

“I will not tolerate any advances towards my husband.  He is devoted to me, as I am devoted to him, and if you think your pathetic attempts at flirtation could make him stray, then you are delusional.”  The princesses and their ladies stood shocked, all staring at Nikolai, who merely shrugged.  “My Queen, as usual, is correct.  I’m flattered, ladies, but I only have eyes for my beloved.  Now, if you’ll excuse us.”

Your husband steered you from the ballroom, ignoring the questioning looks you received.  When you were clear of the opulent chamber, you took Nikolai’s hand and dragged him back to the rooms you’d been given.  Your husband followed you with surprised delight, which only increased when you entered your room, shut the door, pressed him against said door, and kissed him hungrily.

Nikolai was all too happy to let you kiss him and tug at his jacket until it was unfastened, but when you broke the kiss to press your lips over his neck, he smirked.  “All Saints, you’re jealous, aren’t you, Y/N?”  You didn’t answer, only pushed your husband’s jacket from his shoulders.  “Sweetheart, look at me.”  Something in his voice compelled you to lift your head, and you saw your husband gazing at you with infinite love and affection.

“I am yours, Y/N, I always have been, and I always will be.”  “I hated seeing them look at you like that,” you admitted.  “Like you were…theirs for the taking.”  “I know, lapushka, I’m no one’s but yours.  But perhaps you know what it’s like having all those men back home looking at you that way.”  You nodded, feeling your jealousy and rage cool.  “I suppose.”  Your husband lifted your chin gently, his eyes locking with yours.

“I love you, Y/N, and only you.”  “I love you too, Nikolai.  I’m yours.”  Your husband kissed you again, this kiss sweeter, more tender, but just as deeply and passionately.  “We should get back to the dinner,” Nikolai said, pulling his jacket back on and fastening it.  “How do I look?”  “Perfectly rugged,” you replied, and your husband pecked your cheek.  When you returned to the ballroom, no one mentioned what had occurred between the Queen of Ravka and the Shu princesses, nor did they mention that said Queen appeared to have been thoroughly kissed.

#nikolai lanstov x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #nikolai lantsov x you #shadow and bone reader insert

[sakurapika]

Supermarket Bouquet

A short story for Azurido Week

Theme: Roses

Word Count: 971 words

Summary: A certain octopus, who is both a businessman and a helpless romantic, takes a quick trip to the supermarket.

Please enjoy :)

No unnecessary purchases.

This was the ground rule Azul had set when he and the twins had first stepped into the supermarket. They were only there to buy a few emergency ingredients for tonight’s dinner rush. It was supposed to be short: in and out. Still, although he emphasized their goal multiple times on the commute there, he couldn’t guarantee that the Leech brothers remembered the original objective. 

He steered his shopping cart towards the spice aisle, catching a glimpse of Floyd filling his own with sugar cookies and macarons. Azul stopped to give him a disapproving glare.

“I just wanted--”

“No.”

“But they’re on sale--”

“No!”

“Whatever, man! I’m gonna pay for this with my own money, and I’m not gonna share.”

Azul simply let him be, wondering if his stress was getting to his head. Under normal circumstances, Azul would’ve been ecstatic that tonight was Valentine’s Day. Students would come flocking to the Mostro Lounge, begging to be squeezed in for reservations. Even better, they brought their significant others--fewer solo diners meant more available tables, and twice the customers! But word had gotten out that the Mostro Lounge was fully booked for the 14th of February, and so people had started booking for the weekends surrounding the holiday. As a result, there was already a shortage of spices, fruits, and seafood--and not enough time to order more from their usual suppliers. 

Therefore, just a few hours before the dinner opening hour, the three of them had set out off campus to buy their last-minute necessities.

Azul approached the spices and herbs, quickly gathering the best-looking peppers, rosemary, and bay leaves he could find. Everything on his list was accounted for. Knowing that Floyd was a helpless case, he moved on to find Jade. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the bouquets. 

Growing up in the Coral Sea, Azul had read about the landfolks’ traditions, including giving flowers to your beloved. He didn’t understand the appeal back then. His own home was in a considerably deep part of the sea, where sunlight scarcely reached the floor. Sure, when he swam up to the reefs to go to school, he did see beautiful plants, coral and sponges around, but they were just there. They were unremarkable.

And when he came to the land, he certainly was caught off-guard by the plants that grew up on the surface. The grass was greener. There were massive trees taller than whales. There were blossoms in every season in colors that were so crisp, so striking, they should’ve been forbidden. No wonder the landfolk liked to give their loved ones flowers on Valentine’s day. It was a reminder of how beautiful it was to be part of this world.

Azul lingered in the floral aisle, the sweet fragrance overwhelming his senses. After his transition to life on land, he had gotten used to flowers--or so he thought. He had eventually convinced himself of the reality: people didn’t really buy flowers on any occasions aside from birthdays, graduations, recitals, and Valentine’s Day. Other than that, it was no big deal. But now was the season, and suddenly everyone was scrambling to buy them. Of course, the supermarket would make this common commodity cost three times as much as usual. It was how the basic principle of supply and demand worked.

But, how beautiful they are! Azul gushed to himself, admiring the petals of the tulips, brushed in a soft blush, as well as the rich, regal purple of the orchids. I can’t justify buying this for myself, though. If only there was someone who loved flowers as much as I do…

Then he realized that this supermarket sold roses.

And suddenly, Azul was grinning like a madman, even laughing to himself, as he lifted the bouquets one by one, checking to see which roses had the reddest petals. He couldn’t stop thinking about it: What is he going to think? He would never expect this. He'd be so happy if I bought these for him out of the blue. Oh, I’m so generous, I’m so benevolent. I’m going to cast a spell on these flowers so he can look at them forever--

“I’m done,” Jade said, appearing with his cart of seafood, fruits, and an inconspicuous bag of shiitake mushrooms (which, for the record, weren’t on the list).

Azul scooped up the bouquet he was eyeing, the very best one. “Very well. Get your brother, and let’s get out of here.”

“Guys!” Floyd called from the checkout line, “I’m already here! Move it!”

They hurried to combine their groceries to be scanned, and Azul whipped out his credit card to pay for everything. 

Floyd pointed to the bouquet. “Um, that wasn’t on the list.”

“No. It wasn’t,” Azul remarked candidly, swiping his card.

Jade said, “Doesn’t that mean it’s an unnecessary purchase?”

“Oh, I assure you, everything I do is deliberate.”

He glanced at his watch--four o’clock already?! One more hour before the dinner time rush, and it took thirty minutes to get back on campus. The trio threw their groceries into their shopping bags, except for the roses, which Azul clutched to his chest to keep them from getting crushed. Even though they had to run to catch the bus, and there was so much to do before opening, he couldn’t stop thinking about Riddle. 

It didn’t matter that Riddle had grown up surrounded by roses--they grew around his childhood home, around his new school dorm, everywhere. He kept roses on his desk and pinned to his jacket. But he never failed to smile when he saw those bright petals or smelled its sweet fragrance. Riddle was in love with the ordinary, and Azul was in love with him. For Azul to see that everyday smile again, well, it was absolutely necessary. 

The End

#I'm so excited for the AzuRid Challenge!!! #I have never participated in something like this before #But this is my favorite ship #And I can't wait to see what everyone has made! #AzuRid Challenge 2024 #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #riddle rosehearts #azul ashengrotto #azurido

[discipleofmothra]

My Turnip 28 Snobs! I've been rotating between them for Toff proper depending on the Cult I'm playing. To make them more visible on the field, I haven't mucked them up much.

First up: General Toussaint Maximilian Bolivar the 52nd

Favorite Cult: Slugs Lament, Knights of Shellwood, Lopers of Maudlin Marsh

The General sees him self as a great leader, master story teller, and theatrical genius. For every event he has a story from long ago that he will regale you with. Sure, his stories are long-winded, and they often distract him from the issue at hand but they are truly entertaining.

Next up: the first of the twins: Captain Charles "Cluck" Thadeus

Favorite Cult: Fungivorous Herd, Red Ribon Society,Temple of Swellings

While many will hide mutations in disgust or for manners, not Cluck. Cluck wears his chicken arm as a badge of honor. He sees his mutation as a spiritual connection to the noble fowl and a sign on how to live his everyday. Does not the chicken protect both man and root from flul insect parasites? Do they not provide sustenance and warn us of the rising sun? Will the rooster not give his life to protect his flock?

Cluck sees himself as the destined hero of the people, foul and the root.

Finally, the other twin: Jennifer Mantis Thadeus

Favorite Cults: Brotherhood of Greed, Grand Bombard, Feast of Chardbys

Jennifer is Cluck's opposite. She is a rat bastard cut-throat killer who enjoys inflicting pain and suffering on the world. Her troops see her as the devil, and she revels in it.

#turnip 28 #turnip tuesday #wargaming #miniature painting #turnip28 #oc #Toff #Snobs

[thefirstknife]

New radio message, new batch of weeping and sobbing. Once again I did not expect this combo, but here it is. Mara and Eramis. Help me god.

EDIT for transcript:

Mara Sov: My brother used to regale our people's children with the most fantastic stories. Twin kestrels who shared one heart and led a flock of birds against an unstoppable storm. A dragon, born into the palm of a maiden's hand, but one day grew so large that it devoured the entire world. He spun tales about the Eliksni, too. Weavers who transformed into wolves. Dancers who became devils.

Eramis: You're baiting me. It won't work. I've seen what your influence does. Misraaks thinks he can make peace with the Last City. His daughter tells stories like your Uldren.

Mara Sov: And the world is better for them. Aren't you tired, Eramis? I am.

Eramis: Now you're wasting my time.

Mara Sov: All people like you and I have is time. I spend mine thinking about everything I've lost, and what I'd give to get it back. You wonder the same.

Eramis: Do not presume to know my mind.

Mara Sov: You named your house "Salvation", like something straight out of Uldren's stories. Eido's stories.

Eramis: [exhales]

Mara Sov: We both want the best for the future, but we've pretended to be people we're not for so long that we've forgotten what else we are. Not just a queen, not just a Kell. A sister... a mother. Eramis? Are you there?

#destiny 2 #destiny 2 spoilers #season of the seraph spoilers #mara #eramis #my video #i'll add a transcript a bit later!