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𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑾𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑰𝒕 𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

Paid story for @sardonic-the-writer. Word Count: 1k Warnings: walkers, killing, killing walkers... mentions of violence, otherwise it’s pretty fluffy

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The air was warm outside, Rick and the others were hard at work, sweating and grunting. They were building traps for Walkers. Animal traps really, but it was better than wasting bullets or having them get too close.

You had just come back from helping Glenn on a run. Supplies had been low for a while, so it was time for you him to go back out. However, you had gotten close to the soft-hearted man. His friendliness wasn’t a ploy, or a mask. Glenn was genuine.

So, it was hard to leave his side. Because everyone else seemed too … off … or rather, mysterious. Like they had shadows and deep regrets that didn’t make them trustworthy in their core. Except for Glenn and … Daryl.

You had a crush on the red neck ever since you came with Rick’s group to Hershel’s farm.

Your fondness started when you realised just how much passion he had for trying to find Sophia. It was admirable.

But your beginnings weren’t kind.

Eight, your German Shephard ran the dirt road back to the farm, barking happily as he saw Daryl. They too didn’t have a very good beginning.

The old factory had been run down for years before the time of the Walkers. And being homeless before that made it easy to survive in this new world. It had been your home for a year; sleeping in a hammock, eating out of canned soup and at times, stealing from venders. Eight had always been a good companion. A good look out, and an even better fighter.

When Rick’s group had found you, it was his decision to take you with them. Shane and Daryl were firmly against it, while Glenn, T-Dogg and the rest were in the green.

And that’s how you came to be here. The farm wasn’t a bad place to be, a hundred times better than the factory. One of your favourite things was watching Eight run around the open fields, his tongue flapping, tail wagging. It was one of the things that made both you and Daryl smile. Although, whenever someone noticed Daryl smiling his instant response was to drop it.

“Find anything good?” Maggie came up beside you, throwing the pack over her shoulder and lugging it into the house. You and Glenn followed, each carrying your own bags of plunder.

“We found a few knives, a packet of cigarettes, dog food, for Shane –“ You interjected, and Glenn snorted in response.

The floorboards creaked as you walked up the steps, and the front door squeaked in greeting. These were one of the few noises you had gotten used to; everything else made you jump.

Unloading on the wooden kitchen table, you put everything into piles. Important, and then the rest. And then subcategories because you couldn’t help yourself. It was one of your autistic traits. The others didn’t mind, not one bit.

Maggie started putting the cans away, while Glenn put the bags back where they usually went. Everything had to go back to its usual place. In case of emergencies – and just plain curtesy.

You sat back and started taking inventory when the door swung open.

“Hey Glenn we got a lot more than wha-“

You stopped talking as soon as you saw who it was. Not Glenn. But your greasy-haired crush, Mr Dixon.

“Good run,” he stated, filing through the packets of bandages, bottles of pills and rubbing alcohol.

“Sure was,” you said in a casual voice, pretending that your heart wasn’t thumping erratically.

“Any Walkers?” you stole a glance at Daryl and his eyes flickered towards you, but only for a second.

“A few,” you answered remembering that you hadn’t looked in the mirror after coming back. There had been three of them; strays that were caught in different parts of the pharmacy. But with your knife and Glenn’s own weapon, you were fine.

“You got some…here-“ Daryl went and wet a tea towel and came back over to you. Suspiciously, Maggie and Glenn hadn’t come back inside.

He knelt down beside you and wiped away dark Walker blood from your neck and face, making sure not to be too rough.

“Must’a caught your cheek on something, It’s pretty scratched up.” You couldn’t make eye contact with him, especially not with the proximity. Being so close, you could smell the dirt, earth and sweat that emanated from Daryl. You didn’t mind it.

“Didn’t feel anything,” you replied lightly, shocked at his tenderness.

Daryl had been slowly getting used to you, and after five months he had accepted you were part of the group, as well as Eight. His prior impressions had faded away until new ones emerged; you weren’t uptight like he thought you were, just quiet. Reserved. You kept to yourself. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like your sarcastic remarks.

The dining room was quiet as Daryl wiped away the remaining blood and fixed up your cut. He’d been listening to Hershel talk to Lori about how to heal and had started to know his way around mending bodies.

“Thank you,” your words came out barely above a whisper.

In a gruff voice he replied, “you’re ah, welcome.”

Getting up, he threw the tea towel in the dirty laundry and left the house, you could hear the front door swing shut.

You shook your head in confusion, mere months ago he wanted you dead. He had been adamant that you weren’t an asset. That taking you on would be a liability. And now his hands were so tender as they cleaned your face. You could still feel the warm pressure, easing the headache that you didn’t know was coming on.

Then you heard a voice whistled from behind you, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Daryl … be so nice,” Glenn’s smirk made you blush. Well, blush even harder. Your cheeks already felt hot to the touch.

“He was just…I-“ You couldn’t explain it because you didn’t really understand it fully yourself. Was it just politeness? Friendship? An olive branch?

Or was it something…more?

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Six months later.

It's so beautiful.

Green grass under the warm sun. A fresh breeze stirred the decorative flags that were hung all over the capital Mondstadt. Gothic architecture is still strong and stands as the main attraction of this country. The river that flowed outside the great wall was reflecting the white clouds that extended beneath the azure sky. Those who are busy with their daily activities are surrounded by the scent of dandelions. Little ones are playing and running around.

Mondstadt is so beautiful. Unfortunately, you spend all day sleeping on the soft bed provided in one of the palace rooms for royal guests.

Childe left the room early in the morning for a diplomatic meeting, so the opposite side of the bed has been vacant for a while. You (thought) you managed to persuade Sasha to let you sleep a little longer, but instead she assumed you were sick and immediately asked Laura to find Childe.

“Love?”

Here he is. You pulled the covers over your head, trying to ignore the sound of his approaching footsteps. The end of the bed was pressed down and you guessed he was sitting next to you. Slowly, Childe pulled your covers up to look at you.

"Are you sick? Want me to call a healer?”

You shook your head quickly, "I simply want to sleep a bit longer."

Childe glanced at Sasha who was standing not far from the two of you before turning back to you. "But, angel, you've slept all day, and they said you have to attend a tea party this afternoon. Well, I don't mind if you don't but, are you sure you're alright?” He brushed away the strands of hair covering your face.

"I'll be fine. Just.. give me one more hour of sleep.” You spoke drowsily and then shut your eyes once again.

Childe frowned in worry. "Are you sure? Should I stay? I can tell them I have urgent business and leave the conference—”

"Don't be silly, Ajax." You opened your eyes to glare at him. “Why do I feel you’re trying to make me as an excuse to get out of your responsibilities?”

A laugh from him. “Hey, I was really worried you know.” He says.

"I told you I'm fine. I'm not going to die, at least not now."

"I thought we agreed not to have talks like this again." Childe stares in disappointment and you can't help but laugh.

"Good God, I was just kidding." You cupped his face with one hand. “Stop sulking like a baby. I might actually ask you to stay and cuddle with me."

A smile appeared on his handsome face as he drew closer to you, “Hmm? What's stopping you?"

Meanwhile on the other side of the room, Sasha and the other two were trying hard to deaf their ears to the conversation you both thought was quiet enough for them not to hear. Her eyes darted to the walls of the room as if that was the most interesting thing. At least that will distract her from you and Childe who are too preoccupied with each other to notice anyone else's presence.

A kiss on your lips. “I'll hurry back for you alright? Don't look at other men at the tea party." You almost roll your eyes at his words.

“It’s a tea party only for the ladies.”

"You can never be too careful."

Childe got out of bed and you already started to miss his warmth. He briefly spoke to Sasha, saying that she should immediately call a healer if anything should happen to you. After giving you one more glance (and a wink), he walks to the door to Dmitri outside the room.

A sigh left you before you got up reluctantly asking your maids to prepare warm water for a bath.

One rosewater bath later and you're sitting at the dresser. Laura did your hair, while Ksenia applied your makeup. She patted the powder pad so gently you yawned. Sasha noticed this and stared suspiciously at your reflection in the mirror. You took a deep breath trying to relieve the tiredness in your body.

"We are finished, Your Majesty." Laura and Ksenia said together.

You said a small thank you to them then got up from the chair. Laura opened the door for you, letting you leave the room first. Your three ladies-in-waiting followed behind you on your way to the garden where the tea party was being held.

Warm air hugs you as soon as you step into the palace garden. Butterflies and a few small insects flutter and land on the colorful flowers that grow around you—you almost forget how beautiful they are after living on Snezhnaya for so long. Once more, the wind blows. The sun falls to illuminate your path to the gazebo with a white iron roof where a table spread out with beautiful cloth is located. The sound of your footsteps turned the heads of the Mondstadt nobles, and you smiled at them all.

“Empress (Y/N), good afternoon.” The blonde-haired woman—Countess Jean—carved a thin smile with her polished pink lips.

Some Mondstadt nobles you've never met before welcome you. Jean stood next to them while helping introduce them one by one to you. “This is Lady Fischl, daughter of Duke Verurteilung of Immernachtreich.” A green-eyed blonde bowed politely at you before giving an enthusiastic look.

“Empress! I, Fischl, hast known all kinds regarding thou, especially how they define thy grace and beauty as being comparable to the stars that adorn the welkin at dusk. Wouldst I may add, thy lovely gown caught mine eye and wondered where I might find some one with such stitching talent!”

"Ah? Um..” While trying to figure out what she said, you lifted the hem of your dress slightly. "This was made by a Snezhnayan tailor."

“'tis decided. I shall cross mountains and sail oceans to meet this tailor!"

Jean cleared her throat awkwardly. “Lady Fischl, may I continue?” she asked, earning a nod.

After Countess Jean introduced you to the Mondstadt nobles who were present at the tea party, Princess Ayaka waved enthusiastically. “Princess—! Ah, I mean, Empress! Please sit next to me!” She pointed out the empty chair next to her.

Jean watched as everyone had taken a seat. She then continued, “Since King Diluc doesn't yet have a partner to handle the tea party, I'm the one responsible for this. For that, allow me to present traditional Mondstadt delicacies for overseas guests to taste.” She signaled the maid to put the snacks on the table.

A cake covered with pink cream and fresh raspberries is set in the middle. Lemon buttercream cakes make you smile seeing their small size. You looked around the table as Jean described each dish. The cookies placed in front of Ayaka appeared to be delicious.

What smells like boiled eggs wafts into your nostrils, and you instinctively cover your mouth to hide the nausea that's roiling in your gut. Ayaka immediately got a handkerchief for you. Sasha who is sitting at the table along with other nobles ladies-in-waiting rushes over to you.

“Princess!” Ayaka mistakenly called out from panic.

“Your Majesty! Is something the matter?!”

You were too occupied trying to ease your nausea as you covered your nose with a blue handkerchief to respond to Sasha. Jean orders one of the maids to call a healer. You glance out of the corner of your eye for the source of the pungent scent.

"That.. the smell.. get rid of it, please." You said after finding a loaf of boiled eggs not far from Jean. "I'm sorry but, the smell .."

Jean followed your gaze and nodded quickly. “No need to worry, Empress (Y/N).” He gave the plate of bread to the maid to take away. "The healer will come soon."

A server arrives with a new meal just as your nausea begins to subside. The smell of eggs returned. The handkerchief was tightened over your lips as the shaking of your stomach intensified. Sasha noticed your face beginning to flush and rose up from her kneeling position in front of you to approach Jean.

“Your Excellency, I'd better take Her Majesty to a healer right away. Please accept my apologies for leaving the tea party early.” He says.

“I understand. Please, lead them to the healer's room!”

In response to the blonde's request, one of the maids nodded. Sasha and Ksenia put strong hands on your shoulders helping to support you while stroking your back. Laura pulls out a bottle of fragrance trying to ease your nausea. The long hallway was filled with hurried footsteps on the way to the healing room. After passing through the door, the royal healer immediately tells you to lean on the red velvet couch.

The first thing she did was check your pulse. Her warm fingers touch your skin as she furrows her brows in concentration. She pursed her lips thinly, asking about your monthly cycle—which Sasha answered in detail. You feel awkward knowing she knows about it more than you do.

The healer nodded while retaining an assumed diagnosis. "I already have a suspicion, but I'll need to confirm it again." She dipped her hands in a basin of clean water before turning back to you while making sure her palms were raised; you watched as the water dripped down her elbow. "I must request that you remove your dress, Your Majesty."

Although the examination is uncomfortable, you know that it is necessary for the healer to confirm the diagnosis. After she was done, Sasha helped you put on your clothes again while waiting for the woman to tell you what was wrong.

"There are several reasons besides pregnancy that can affect your late monthly cycle, such as stress or fatigue. However, after I combined that with the nausea caused by the strong smell—the smell of eggs as one of them—and the physical examination just now that revealed enlarged breasts and changes in areola—I can confirm that you are pregnant.”

Laura and Ksenia gasped with joy. Sasha smiled silently. While you are frozen.

The healer's lips curved up, “Congratulations, Empress (Y/N). You are with child.”

Something defines the brilliance of this world's hues. The basin is no fuller than your heart which flows happiness and emotion to every inch of you. The realization that there is another life growing inside your tummy sweetens the air. You want to set your foot on every green meadow here to let them know that you are the happiest human being on earth.

As you covered your mouth to contain your sobs, your hold on the fabric of your dress' grew tighter. Your maids approach you to congratulate you. You couldn't help but extend your arms and hug all three of them. Women celebrating other women's blessings

You wiped your tears, looking at Sasha with a smile.

"Please don't tell him just yet."

Sasha's eyes widen from that, but what she gives you next is a smile—a warm one. You wouldn't have realized she was holding you if it wasn't for the light squeeze she gave; her way of telling you that she will continue to be with you and wants nothing but the best for you and now, your child. Laura and Ksenia congratulated you, saying they would do their best to accompany you on your pregnancy journey.

Aside from the promise made by Sasha, it's another one that makes you smile with blushing cheeks.

In your room, Sasha instructed Ksenia to prepare warm water for a bath while Laura hurried to inform Jean that you were unwell and couldn't continue the tea party. The ball is being held tonight—that's reason enough for Sasha to force you to stay in bed and take plenty of rest.

When they dress you in a mauve dress for the ball, your ladies-in-waiting make sure not to tie the bodice too tightly. Diamonds and gems accessorize your neck, ears and fingers. You try to hold back a smile when you see the door swing open showing Childe ready in his nice suit. He leans against the arm of the couch, blue eyes sweeping across your back carving a thin grin before he meets yours and gives you his usual wink.

"We are done, Your Majesty." Sasha told you.

"Thank you." You got up from your seat, not missing the enthusiastic stares of your ladies-in-waiting.

Childe holds out his hand to receive yours. He squeezed it gently before bringing it to his lips, a chaste kiss you received from him. "Are you sure we shouldn't skip the ball and cuddle the night away?"

“Absolutely. Besides, I heard that Mondstadt has the best wine.” You reasoned that even if you knew full well, there would be no alcohol going down your throat tonight and in the months to come.

"Firewater is still better in my opinion." Childe said, leading you to the door.

The sound of music is heard the second you enter the ballroom. A resounding blend of harp and piano throughout the opulence. Many of the guests had dragged themselves onto the dance floor, their partners clutched tightly in their hands. You and Childe get greetings from several familiar faces, but not a few Mondstadt nobles who you don't recognize have the courage and courtesy to introduce themselves and give a warm welcome.

“Emperor Childe.”

When Childe and you turned around, two men were standing there, one with red hair and the other with dark blue strands. Both of them had long hair, with the only distinction being the height of their ponytails.

“King Diluc.” Your husband holds out his hand for a handshake.

Diluc Ragnvindr. The red-haired King of Mondstadt who reminds you of fire. You wonder if he's hiding a smoldering spirit behind his polite face. He was present in another set of his dapper suit. Unlike at Snezhnaya's recent banquet, he appeared with his long hair pulled up into a higher-than-usual ponytail.

Diluc gave you a brief nod before turning to the man next to him. “Allow me to introduce my brother. This is Duke Kaeya. Perhaps you have not met." He said, making your attention fall on the man wearing an eye patch.

“Ah, right. This is the first time we have met, Duke Kaeya.” Childe shook his hand.

Kaeya painted faint dimples on his tan skin. "It is an honor to meet in person such a wise person as you, the Emperor and Empress of Snezhnaya." He gave Childe a friendly smile, which you swear turned into something else when he swept his dark eyes across you.

Diluc's red eyes widened as he watched Kaeya hold out his hand asking for yours. He didn't have to do this, but he chose to do it. Childe watched as you offered your hand hesitantly. A kiss that was too long for Childe not to think anything of it landed on the back of your hand. Kaeya opened his eyes to look at you accompanied by a smile that had a meaning behind it.

“Welcome to Mond, Empress (Y/N).”

If looks could burn, Kaeya would have already emptied all the drinks in here to quell the fire that was searing him. You swear you heard Childe pulled out a light scoff. Kaeya straightened his back again with an expression close to satisfaction.

“Ahem.”

Diluc made a fake cough noise, but it was more to remind Kaeya to keep his boundaries than to break the uneasy silence between the four of you. "Kaeya is known to be friendly with others, so I hope you don't take it the wrong way, Your Majesties." He says.

Childe laughed dryly. “Does this mean Duke Kaeya is also friendly enough to take me on a little tour around Mond?” His voice is sweet, but you know the intent in it contrasts from that.

"Why, of course, Your Majesty." Kaeya smiled widely and placed his right hand on his left chest. "It would be my pleasure.”

This situation is too heavy. You want nothing more than someone to save you from this and luckily, Diluc has the ability to read that. "If you'll excuse us, we have to greet the other guests." He then turned to the buffet. "Do enjoy your time with banquets and refreshing drinks like grape juice."

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” You said.

Childe and you turned the other way while Diluc and Kaeya started walking toward the other nobles. You take a deep breath before emptying your lungs again.

"I would appreciate it if you would stop picking fights with every man I talk to."

"He was flirting with you." Childe stopped in his tracks.

You hastily put your hand in front of his lips stopping him from letting out a longer protest. "Could you get me a glass of grape juice?" you ask him.

Childe furrowed his brows, "Not wine?" You shake your head.

Although not completely convinced, Childe gives you a kiss on the hand then tells you to stay here. You see his figure walking to the buffet table. His broad shoulders make you smile. You sweep your eyes around to relieve boredom.

Strands of blonde caught your eye. You remember she has longer hair; now it falls a little lower than her earlobes. The woman with gold eyes was spinning in an orange gown, in the arms of a man with nearly the same hair color as her. His eyes could still be seen through the mask that covered the right portion of his face.

The smile on Lumine's face was so wide it radiated happiness.

Footsteps draw your attention to Childe, who is holding a glass of grape juice and another of what you assume is dandelion wine. He handed you one. You stared at the liquid before taking a gulp, feeling the sweet taste on your tongue.

"Do you like it?"

You nodded, "It tastes better than I imagined."

"Wanna bring home ten barrels of it?"

A laugh from you. "One bottle is enough, Ajax." You said.

In the midst of a sea of people, a figure stands out for some reason; you're not sure why; it could be his complex fancy suits, the way he carries himself, the power in his gaze, or the fact that you've known him all your life. You greet your old friend with a smile on your face.

Zhongli made strides towards you with a handsome smile. Under the extravagant chandeliers, amber eyes sparkled beautifully. Childe did not take his blue eyes off his every move.

The man stops right in front of you for a bow, "Your Majesties."

Weird to hear that from him. Even though it had been six months ago Childe had inherited the throne and three months ago Snezhnaya had declared it an imperial state; You think you'll never get used to all this. Let alone one that came out of Zhongli.

"Duke." Childe gave him a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

“Duke Zhongli.” You called him enthusiastically. "It's.. a surprise to find you here."

Zhongli nodded, “His Majesty Emperor Shiva is unable to attend. I've come to represent him at his request.” He says.

“Make sure you do well, Duke.” Childe commented.

Zhongli pretended to be blind by the sharp glare Childe gave him. “I appreciate the concern—

"Who said I was concerned?"

“—but, everything is well.” Zhongli continued despite being interrupted by him.

Your lips were about to part to change the topic to break the pressure between the two when a woman bumped into Zhongli and spilled her glass on him. Her voice is sweet, making you turn to look at her and stop in place.

“O-oh my! I'm so sorry! I was careless and—”

A laugh from Zhongli. "Nothing to worry about. Are you alright?”

Zhongli asked the woman—the woman you saw in your vision. You're completely convinced after casting a glance at the hanfu she's wearing. Zhongli continued to talk to her with a big smile that seemed to be permanently etched on his face.

"This is my first time here, and I've already ruined someone's expensive suit. I'm truly sorry!” The woman kept apologizing to Zhongli.

"As I said, this is nothing, Lady..?"

“Guizhong! My name is Guizhong.”

Guizhong.

Guizhong appeared in front of you with everything that made you believe she would be a good fit for Zhongli. You watched her give him a blue handkerchief. Long fine strands of hair. She's clumsy, but you find that to be cute. You wonder if Zhongli thinks so too. They were lost in their new conversation and every word they exchanged dripped happiness into the depths of your heart.

The promised happy ending had at last arrived.

“Duke Zhongli, Lady Guizhong, “You have their attention.

Guizhong looked at you and then at Childe before bowing deeply in regret. “Goodness! Your Majesties! M-may prosperity and health be bestowed on you! I'm sorry I should have realized sooner." She tightly shut her eyes after hearing your chuckle.

"Please rise. Forgive the interruption but, we'll leave you both to your talk."

Zhongli turned to face Childe who was grinning happily at you. "Now?" he asked.

"Yes." You turned your gaze on the area where people were dancing. “I suddenly want to dance.” You turned to Childe. “Perhaps the Duke can bring Lady Guizhong for one.” You said to Zhongli.

Those amber eyes stared at you in curiosity and confusion. In your heart, there is one thing you want to tell him: that happiness is close to him. But, just as Zhongli and Guizhong gave nods and let you go, you twisted your heels and tightened your grip on Childe's arm.

"That’s scary." Your husband comments.

“What is?”

Childe slowed down as he reached the dance floor. "Your smile. You look like you've planned something and it's working." He put his hand on your waist.

A chuckle escaped your lips. You put your hand on his shoulder, and he starts picking up on the melodic tempo of the music. “If so, will you stop sulking and dance properly?” You see the annoyance reflected on his face again.

"How could I not when nearly every in the room—in all of Tevyat—was trying to flirt with my wife?"

"They were just talking to me, Ajax." you corrected.

“They were flirting with you, angel. Don't try to manipulate my memory."

A sigh comes out a sign you give up arguing with him. Childe took you for a twirl. "You are the most jealous man I have ever known." You then continued, "I can't imagine how you'd react when the other one showed up."

The frown in the middle of his brow deepened before his limbs came to a complete stop. He gave you a dumbfounded look. “Wait, what are you—” His expression now full of hurt. "—you're.. you have another man?" He spoke with trembling, and you stifled a laugh in the guilt that you were covering up.

"Well," Your hand tried to lead him to dance again but, Childe refused to move his feet before you answered him. "After all, I'm still not sure if it'll be a boy or a girl, right?"

Confusion hit him like a tsunami even though his betrayed expression was still there. “A boy or a girl? What kind of nonsense are you playing—”

“I’m pregnant.”

The words died suddenly on the tip of his tongue. Childe stared at you with wide blue eyes. The blood seemed to be drained from his face before returning to fill his cheeks.

For him, the world came to a halt for a brief minute. His brain stopped functioning. His ears suddenly went deaf leaving your voice and those words repeating over and over in his head. His mouth gaped open. His heart was pounding inside his ribs pumping out the feelings he was still digesting. Then a tsunami of happiness washed over him, so overwhelming that his lips curved and he sobbed as he took you in his arms.

It was one moment he wished could stay forever. Even so, Childe—Ajax, is aware that there will be more happy things in the future. With you, with now—his unborn baby. At the same time, Childe felt and desired a lot.

In the middle of the melodies that flowed from a combination of piano and harp, you hugged him even tighter. He is the luckiest man in the world. His heart felt like it was wrapped in satin and moonlight. You laugh, but it's his chest that warms. What a dream this is, and God has the generosity to make it not end up as one. Perhaps He knows: happiness should come in the form of a really sweet fruit for two human beings who have suffered for a long time.

Childe gave you a smile before laying a kiss on your lips. He didn't mind if he had attracted everyone's attention as a result. The music could stop but, he wouldn't with this. He placed another one, still not caring if people would label him unethical.

“I,”—he kissed you again—“love,”—another one—“you.” He said in between kisses.

You both left the ballroom early that evening. The moonlight filtering in through the opened window illuminates the bed where you lie down for a cuddle. The wind of Mondstadt's capital is finally appreciated the next day in the lush meadows.

"Please be born healthy." Childe speaks to your still unnoticeable pregnant belly before giving it a small kiss.

The blue sky stretches above the white clouds. He held your hand as you walked down the grassy path. The gurgling waterfall sounded faint. Dandelion blooms swayed and then scattered into the air. On a wooden chair with a view of a statue in the center of a lake, the two of you decide to take a break.

"I wonder how Shiva will react to this." You start the conversation.

Childe's shoulders shook as he laughed. "He will definitely kill me. For impregnating my wife." You join in the louder laugh.

There was a silence before you lifted your head from his shoulder to say, "About that grape juice.." Childe looked at you curiously. "I don't think ten barrels will be enough."

Childe carved a smile. The two of you returned to enjoy the sight ahead.

"Twenty it is."

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Can i commission someone for a Jon x reader. I am 22 i should not be needing this, but there ia nothing on the internet!!! Its not fair!! And in this fnf mod about Gorefield, there is a secret song and it has crazy Jon arbuckle and idk im thinking about him 😭😭🙏

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wandering-woods-official-v2 · 19 hours

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adding onto this, im willing to write commissioned stories

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celtic-crossbow · 4 months

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fe-fictions · 8 months

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Gaius x Robin Commission (Robin gets pregnapped and Gaius is,,, super not okay with it >:O )

Since the end of the Valmese War, and your return to the living world, you found yourself back in the busy world of reconstruction and regrowth.

There wasn’t as much for you to do as a tactician, and since Gaius was a reformed thief turned war hero, he was now on the right side of the law and would become an upright citizen dedicated to helping you restore the halidoms from Ylisstol’s castle.

But what this meant was that while there was plenty of work to be done, there was a lot more free time on your hands compared to war time. Now that things were busy again, it was getting difficult to find time to relax.

The hustle and bustle of a growing halidom meant that more needed to be done by Chrom’s chief advisor, baby or not. Gaius was the one who was most worried about it.

“You know, just because everyone else is getting busy, that doesn’t mean you have to as well, Bubbles.”

You glanced up from your work, where you’d been hunched in your office since the dawn. Your husband didn’t waste much time, closing the distance and circling around your desk. He pulled your chair back, forcing you away from the paperwork.

A small whine escaped you, though your glare was more jovial than annoyed.

“Gaius, this is an important budget proposal I have to review. Miriel was insistent that I give her my recommendations on it by the end of the day-”

“That would’ve been fine four months ago.” He put his arms on either side of you, gripping the back of the chair. “But unfortunately, you’ve been given strict rules not to overwork yourself until the baby’s born. And even then, Maribelle said you’d have to take it easy for another three months.”

“Gods…that’s such a waste of time!”

“She just said to ease back a little.” Gaius reminded you, taking your hands and lowering your arms so that they were wrapped around his waist instead.

He gently rested your head on his chest, smiling fondly at his pouting, pregnant wife.

“It’s still too long.” You sighed, squeezing him close.

“Yes, yes. How ever will you survive without working yourself to death?”

“Oh, hush.” You rolled your eyes, “How about you let me finish this review, and afterwards we can take a nice, long break together.”

“Is there anything I can do for you in the meantime?” His question was earnest, which received a warm smile and a squeeze of his hands.

“I would actually love it if you could bring me some of that herbal tea in the royal kitchen. It helps a lot with the back aches, and I’ve been feeling it for the last couple hours.”

“Sure.” He helped you up, “And would you like a sweet treat with that bitter medicinal swill?”

“That would be wonderful, yes.” You grinned at him, leaning up to kiss him. “Thank you for being so perfect.”

“Why don’t you take a little walk in the meantime? That’ll help with the aching while you wait.”

You opted for a brisk walk in the courtyard. It was actually quite relaxing, and did help ease the tension in your back. The tea would certainly take care of the rest.

Within ten minutes, you opted to head back, figuring Gaius would be ready by then. But when you returned to the office, you found your office empty, only a cup of tea and some biscuits waiting on the desk.

“Guess he had something come up,” You shrugged, had a sip and a bite, and continued with your work. But the ache in your back didn’t ease like normal. A stronger, more irritable ache in your skull started, instead.

“Ugh…” You groaned, pressing your hands to your head. A sudden migraine was abnormal. The world became blurred, a pit in your stomach. This wasn't an illness. It happened too suddenly.

It was poison.

“Gaius…s-someone…” Your words were too quiet and too slurred to be coherent. You tried to stand from the desk, but your legs gave out from under you. The cup crashed to the floor in your attempt to catch the desk.

You felt the stone strike against your head, and then…there was nothing.

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Gaius was held up by the lack of tea supplies. For some reason, he couldn’t find the right kettle, or the medicinal herbs, or even the cup you preferred.

The cabinet he had kept everything of yours carefully stored in (the one he shared with you, that most of the royal chefs allowed you two to use)...had been compromised.

Everything was gone.

Gaius was not immediately concerned until he heard from every person he asked in that kitchen if they’d seen your herbs or dishes. To his chagrin, none of them had, save for one…who thought they’d seen Gaius come by earlier to make your tea.

An impostor.

Gaius was sprinting away from them within seconds. Fear and adrenaline spiked, fueling his system to burst towards the monstrous mess that was coming. He fought the panic back as best he could, but deep down he knew what happened

‘It’s been years…dammit, it’s been this long with nothing-!! Why would they go after her now?!’

Gaius swerved around the corner, clearing the corridors and practically running over anyone who stood in his way by mistake. The door to your quarters was still locked, how he’d left it. Surely you returned from your walk by now. He tore the key from his pocket and thrust the door open.

“Robin?! Robin!!” He called after you, but received no response. He rushed to the office,; and his heart dropped to the floor.

Your tea cup was shattered, spilled all over the stone. Your desk was a mess, and your window, behind the chair…was unlatched. On the windowsill was a single flower; a snapdragon blossom.

The calling card of the thieves’ guild.

“Oh no. Oh gods…oh, oh, Robin-” He stumbled over his feet, trying desperately to turn on his heel and break out of the room. The Exalt was summoned frantically, which didn’t take long to cause a chaotic panic among Shepherds.

Gaius shouting “Robin’s been kidnapped!!”, fomented chaos. He was ripping through the palace, and lighting a fire under every single Shepherd he could find.

Soon enough, there was a council room filled to the brim with confused and worried soldiers.

“How did she get kidnapped? It’s not even the dead of night-- how did anyone miss that?!” Stahl asked right out the gate. Frederick grimaced, unfurling a map of the continent and another with schematics of the castle.

“I am uncertain, which is alarming. It is not as if we leave the palace understaffed in terms of security. And Robin is extremely capable of defending herself.”

“That’s because these aren’t your run-of-the-mill criminals we’re talking about.” Gaius said, showing them the flower. “This is a message. It was left on the sill in Robin’s office.”

“A snapdragon.” Miriel observed simply, “It symbolizes deceit, does it not?”

“It does. It’s a message from the thieves’ guild.”

“What?” Sully stared at him, incredulous. “No way! We took down that band of fools ages ago. Hells, you were there! You helped us out!!”

Gaius nodded, recalling the days during the war when he’d provided the imperative information to take apart one of Ylisse’s biggest challenges; its organized crime ring.

He had been a part of it, long ago. Though it had served as little more than another avenue for him to bring in cash when he needed it. The ties had been cut long ago in an effort to preserve himself and his own interests.

He needed to build trust with the Shepherds, and he wasn’t concerned about potential fallout. He didn’t have anything to lose, before.

“They’re using Robin to get to me. They won’t give her back willingly, and I don’t know what they want to trade with me in exchange for her safety.” Gaius’ hands were on the table, scouring the maps in an attempt to avoid the pitying eyes of his friends and allies.”

“They want revenge.” Chrom’s hand was on his forehead, feeling the gravity of the situation increase exponentially. “If they were able to slip into the palace that easily, they knew how to navigate it. There must be a route that they took, right?”

“There’s a good chance they entered through the catacombs beneath; it would be most difficult to spot them there.”

“And where do these lead to?”

“There’s a network all throughout Ylistol. If they were able to access the royal catacombs, then they likely found an opening. And the entrances to the catacombs are…here, here and here.”

The group gathered around the map as it was marked at the southern and north-eastern sections of the castle.

“If they took that route…it would toss them pretty far from one of their hideouts. Hells, we could throw wyvern riders out there just to be safe, but it’s too open.”

His finger drifted from the southern point to the second marker, tapping his finger against the parchment.

“If they came out here…there’s a hideout 50 miles from here. It’s in the hills, and it’s tough to find; harder to get access to. If they‘re back in their hole, I wouldn’t doubt it’s this one.”

“And if they set up a new hideout? One you didn’t help us find?”

“Then I will spend every waking second hunting them down. I’m not leaving a single stone unturned.” Gaius vowed, his glare furious and filled with purpose.

They were not going to get away with the foolish choices they made.

“Gaius, I understand your concern. Truly, I do. We’re all worried about Robin and Morgan. But I want to make sure you aren’t going to do anything rash.” Chrom said firmly, “We cannot risk you going rogue and getting injured because you lost control trying to get Robin back.”

“I would never let that happen.” Gaius snapped at him, “But you’re not gonna stop me from trying to find her. I’m not gonna lose her like this!”

“And you won’t. We’re bringing Robin home.” Chrom reassured him, looking tentatively to his knight commander. “But I don’t want you to get hurt trying to save her on your own. So promise you won’t go after her until we form a plan, as a unit.”

“A unit.” He repeated, his voice quieter. He looked around the room, “The amount of time it’ll take to get everyone ready is time we can’t waste. Just let me do this on my own!”

“We’re going to rescue her as a team- and that’s an order. Trust in us, Gaius.”

The thief was not happy. He was angry, and he was afraid. The guild didn’t work slowly, and they didn’t want her unless he came as a result.

There was no time to spare.

Gaius bit his tongue and nodded, relenting to the Exalt’s command. He watched as the group returned their focus to the map, starting to draw together a strategy.

They would form a final plan within a few hours, at least, and by then everyone would be ready to go.

As far as Gaius was concerned, a few hours was a waste of your time.

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“Lord Chrom!!”

Sully’s voice rang out from the armory, where teh Shepherds had gathered hardly an hour earlier. She rushed to him and Lissa, her face pale and jaw clenched.

“Nobody can find Gaius anywhere.” She reported grimly, “And Cordelia reported that we’re missing a Master Seal from our stock.”

“Oh gods.” Chrom pinched the bridge of his nose. “He didn’t.”

“We need to move, quickly.” Frederick spoke from the side, looking just as grim as Chrom. “If he’s hunting them down we cannot risk letting him do more harm by acting alone.”

The Shepherds were whipped into an even more intense frenzy, rushing to go after not just their tactician, but a thief who likely just changed class to something even more lethal.

It was frightening to think what he was going to do next.

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Gaius was able to find the guild fairly quickly, thanks to his lingering connections with Ylisse’s underground.

Tracking the hideout down to the southern-most point of the kingdom was what caused the biggest headache. But once he found the entrance he was looking for, there was nothing left to lose.

His class change had brought with it a much more vast knowledge of paralytic poisons, with all sorts of fun side effects that might bring them to the edge of death, but nothing more.

The blades in his hands worked quickly in the cover of darkness, striking out and drawing blood at any thief unfortunate enough to pass him by.

He was rushing through the corridors, the hideout in poor shape and poorly put together. It was clear they were in dire straits.

They would have been welcome to rebuild in his mind, before all of this. Now…well, it was going to be torn down by his own hand.

Veiled in black robes, he navigated swiftly towards their holding cells. It wouldn’t be long before he got where he needed to.

If they were going to hold a prisoner anywhere it would be somewhere secure…especially given the status of their victim.

He climbed to the ceiling, drawing himself up onto the rafters when he reached the guarded doors.

Two men, neither had sensed him yet. The wood creaked beneath his feet where he was suspended. Just as they looked up, a dart struck each of their foreheads.

They both fell silently, slumped to the floor.

That would buy him at least thirty minutes, before the poison wore off. He dropped and fetched the keys, swiftly unlocking the doors and descending deeper into the pit of the hideout.

He barely breached the doorway when he heard a familiar, dry laugh.

“It’s about time you came, boy.”

Gaius froze. Standing at the end of the hall, lined by rusting prison bars and stained blood across the stone. There, at the very end, stood his wife, a knife to your throat, your arms and legs bound.

“Robin-” His heart was in his throat. “Baby, are you hurt? What did they do to you?”

“She’s all right for now, Gaius. If you don’t want anything to happen to your wife, or your child, I would put your weapons down and get your hands up.”

They knew you were pregnant. Of course they knew.

Gaius lifted his arms, taking his weapons out and dropping them to the ground as instructed. Then his hands were in the air.

“All right. It’s all on the floor- I don’t have anything else. Now let Robin go! She doesn’t have anything to do with this!”

“I’m well aware. You gave us all up for a shot at the good life, didn’t you? You thought if you sold out the pepole who took you in and taught you every damn thing you know, that you could live the high life. Have a cushy job in the castle…have a little family…you didn’t think that was gonna really happen, right?”

“Tell me what you want, and let her go- I’ll do whatever you want, so long as she doesn’t get hurt. Just leave her out of this!”

“I’d be happy to…if you hadn’t made such a poor choice. You got to pay for what you did, boy. So here’s what we’re gonna do.”

Gaius’ arms were suddenly yanked behind him, and a boot connected with his stomach before he could even blink.

“Gaius!!”

Your panicked call was quickl silenced with a press of the blade, drawing blood from your skin. Your captor shoved you forward, forcing you to clsoe the distance where your husband was writhing on the floor.

“This is what I want. We’re gonna beat the shit out of you, like you deserve. And then we’re gonna take your wife…you’re never gonna see her again. And as soon as that little brat of yours is born…they’re gonna be a real thief; my progeny. That’s your penance, for destroying the world we worked so hard to build. You spilled our blood…so I’m taking yours.”

Gaius reached his hand out, inches from where you struggled against your captor’s hold. This wasn’t happening. This was a nightnare. He couldn’t lose everything.

“N-no…please…” He gasped, fire burning his lungs with every attempt.

Instead, he got another boot to his stomach. Blood sprayed from his mouth. You sobbed.

“Stop it- stop it, damn you!! H-he can’t fight back!”

“No, he can’t. Looks like little Sticky-Finges Gaius has become a pathetic little creature. And now he gets to watch as we rip his entire reason for living right out of his hands.” The bastard sneered, a sick grin spread wide across his face. “Enjoy this moment, boy. It’s the last time you’ll ever see her face again. Though if you grovel…I might reconsider.”

“Huh…” Gaius’ hand touched the man’s boot, “I d-don’t think so.”

Suddenly, you were released, the man’s body contorting with pain. He fell to the floor, writhing and crying out. Gaius grabbed your wrist, pulling you to his side. He struggled to his knees, holding you to him.

“G-Gaius!” You felt him loosen the bindings, before the rumble came overhead. The ceiling shook, debris falling onto you both. “Gaius what did you do?”

“Poison charms. One of the many…many advantages of the assassin class. Though…I only have a few of those.” He managed, “He’ll be fine in an hour or so…but for now, he can suffer for wat he did…to you.”

“What’s going on upstairs?” You pulled the ropes off, before taking him in your arms, drawing Gaius to your chest. “Is that the Shepherds?”

“I’d a-assume so…they probably aren’t happy that I came for you without them.”

“You did what??” You gasped, cupping his face to draw his hazy gaze to yours. “Y-you got beaten half to death and they didn’t know you came after me? W-what were you thinking?!”

“I needed…to make sure you…were safe.” He grunted, trying to swallow down the pain reverberating through every bone in his body. His hand fell to your middle, the smallest swell of a baby bump skimmed by shaking fingers. “I wasn’t gonna w-wait around while you were stuck here. If they hurt you…”

“I know. You stupid man.” You shook your head, pressing a kiss to his forehead and hugging him tight. “Let’s try to stop the bleeding while we wait for the others…I don’t doubt they’ll be here soon. And, um…thank you. I can’t imagine what you were going through when you figured out what happened.”

“Don’t worry about it…I wasn’t gonna stop for a second. Not even Blue could’ve kept me from g-getting you two home.”

“You’re a valiant man.” You murmured, squeezing him close. “Now stop talking so much. You’re gonna exacerbate the internal bleeding.”

Gaius nodded, relinquishing control to his dear wife. You did have a good point; the sensations he was feeling weren’t particularly pleasant.

He was able to stay conscious long enough to see Maribelle and Vaike come careening into the holding space, and could hear incoherent scolding when more Shepherds showed up.

When he came to, he found himself in a cot, tucked away in Southtown’s clinic. He would turn on his side to find everything still hurt, and he was tied up in bandages from head to toe…but that his wife was curled up beside him, sleeping soundly with his hand held to your chest.

Gaius accidentally woke you up by throwing his arms around you and hugging you as tightly as he possibly could, and of course peppering you with a thousand kisses that you couldn’t have escaped from if you tried.

You were safe. The baby was healthy, and both spouses would be assigned a long, gentle recovery period until you could return to work.

With plans in place to make sure that should Gaius ever have to leave your side again (which he would make absolutely sure happened as little as possible), he would be easily accessible and could hurry back to you.

The nightmare was over. Mercifully, he was able to bring his family back home. A fear he would spend the rest of his life ensuring would never happen again.

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kururu418 · 27 days

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Tales Of Mewni Future AU: Not So Simple Blood Sample

While running some test, Aqua and Alexander find that there's something funky about the latter's DNA. The two attempt to track down Visas to get some answers, though find the pursuit a little more complicated than planned…

Commission by @thepaladincosplays

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unknowingpinkwimp · 14 days

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Story Commissions

Hi, My name is Ash or pinkwimp. I really need help paying for my college 🥲 so I'm asking for anyone who wants to pay for a story commission! I will write just about anything for a price of $10 for now (one page long). Any character, even OC's & self inserts! (However OC's & self inserts will be $15 for a page (: ) I will write anything from explicit, to innocent, i mean anything. Furry, anime, fictional & non fictional any genre! I write alot in my free time so i might as well use it to my advantage! I might change prices later on if I get enough people wanting stories from me, and with changing prices I will up the page numbers! So please support me! Sharing helps as well!!

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kingkuru · 4 months

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Spankfic: What's Owed

Helmut is determined to reclaim money that's owed to him, but unfortunately the one responsible for paying him back was cheated out of it by Jia. Helmut intends to get every sent back however, and teach Jia a lesson about cheating.

Commission from @laylaylamode

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kpop---scenarios · 8 months

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Commissions are open if anyone is interested! I am finally ready to get back into something I love doing.

Of course, there's no obligation!!

If you decide you want a specific plot, idol, scene, etc then let me know! I'd be more then happy try and make your fanfic dream come true!

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Short Monster Stories Commissions

Hello fellow monster lovers! I've been a lot into monster stories lately so I'm opening little commissions for them.

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𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄.

Paid story for @yourwinchesterbros. Word Count: 1k Warnings: mentions of dead bodies, drugs...usual sons of anarchy malarchy - you know the drill

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The night wasn’t supposed to go like this. Sure, you’d seen some stuff throughout your job working with Skeeter, and therefore the Sons, but this … this really took the cake.

“How the fuck am I meant to burn all this within the next two hours?” You snapped, looking at the blond-haired Prince of Charming.

See, most people wouldn’t get away with talking to him like that. Especially after the death of his wife, but what he was asking for was delusion at best.

Jax considered lighting up a cigarette, one of the only things keeping him sane these past few weeks. But his consideration for you was bigger than you knew.

“I know it’s asking a lot-“

You cut him off with a sigh. And then the door jingled, and you knew you were about to be surrounded by Sons.

“How’s it goin’ in ‘ere?” The well-known accent still sent shivers down your spine. Chibs Telford could always make you blush, even if you didn’t feel as attracted to him as … someone else.

“It’s going absolutely fine,” you grunted, moving to get the phone to call Skeeter. In any other circumstance a person reaching for a phone would set the Sons off, but not with you. Not now, anyhow.

The first time you interacted with the group of bikers on your own, you had about four different guns aimed at you. But for some reason… for some ungodly reasons, you just. Weren’t. Scared. Not then, and not now.

“Zo doesn’t think she can do it all tonight,” Jax replied to the Scotsman, his arms folding in front of him.

“Oh- I did not say that.” He had dangled the bait and you jumped straight for it.

“We’ll double yer usual price lass,” Chibs interjected, knowing the argument that was about to ensue.

Your eyes flicked to Jax and you scowled, “you could’ve started with that.” Pushing the end of call button, you shoved the phone into your back pocket and shook your head.

“I was getting to it…” he replied, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.

Nose flaring you said, “bring it around back.”

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You had gotten used to the stench of the crematorium. Probably not a good thing, but hey, with the pay being as good as this, you really couldn’t complain. Funnily enough, working with the Sons – you thought they’d be horrible. But they had always treated you well (once they trusted you).

Many others couldn’t say the same, but you knew you were always safe when they were around. The men each looked out for you in their own ways. Chibs brought food with him whenever you’d get a call at three in the morning to come to the crematorium.

Tig’s offering being some sort of drug; Xanax, weed, oxy. He asked if you wanted a dog once.

Happy was usually the one to stay later than the rest, to make sure you locked the place up and got to your car. He’s actually brought you some of his mother’s homemade meals.

Jax was different though. Always the first there and the first to leave, like being near you was difficult. Especially after Tara’s death. You had no idea but you reminded him of her in many ways. Headstrong. Stubborn. And your hair colour was very similar. It was a punch in the gut to see you. And it wasn’t just because of that. Even when he was married his thoughts drifted to you. It was wrong, he knew that. And that’s why now he felt even more guilty.

Out in the cold night air, the Scotsman gave you the fat envelope. The carpark was deserted, save for the motorcycles and your own car. That was another thing you had gotten used to, the eeriness of it all. Getting in your car and driving down here in the early hours of the morning. What some would call the witching hours.

You didn’t believe in the supernatural. Because if you did, then every noise, every moved object and creaking door would give you a heart attack. Most days you worked alone here, Skeeter entrusting you to do his services. He popped in for a few hours every week, and he wasn’t that bad of a boss. Creepy? Yes, but not in a I’m-a-woman-you-make-me-feel-uncomfortable type of way. He just had an air of unearthliness about him.

Since being the go between with the Sons and Skeeter, you had earnt their trust indefinitely.

The Sons heaved the bodies onto stretchers and wheeled them in through the back door. The fire had begun to swell and swell, making everyone who came near start to sweat. When Tig and Chibs saw that every piece of evidence was inside, they jumped on their bikes and left. Not before giving you a swift kiss on the cheek.

Inside, you had on your gear and made sure every piece of … what needed to be incinerated, was. It never got old, watching those hungry flames take their next victim. Eat them up and beg for more. Like a tiger in a zoo, the fire took whatever it could and hissed at whatever came near.

You looked at the clock that hung above the doorway, 4:35am. Your eyes stung, and you blinked a few times but it barely helped. Even with your goggles on, the smoke crept outwards whenever you opened the door.

Registering the time, you realised they had arrived an hour and thirty-five minutes ago, and a small part of you wanted the time to go over two hours. Just so you could wave it in Jax’s face. Was that cruel? You thought, but you shook your head and turned to close the door on the last body.

Shucking off your gear, you turned off the lights and locked each room you walked past. You knew Happy would be waiting outside. Grabbing your bag, you walked out the back door and locked that too.

“And you said it was impossible…” Jax’s voice drawled, with a lit cigarette in his hand.

You jumped, not expecting the proximity of another human being. Usually, Happy just sat on his bike, or on the bench inside.

“Good thing I get paid either way,” you retorted, trying to gather yourself from the scare. But you saw the way Jax’s eyes lit up as he looked at you.

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twdteacakes · 5 months

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Writing Commissions Open!!!

It is my pleasure to announce that for the first time ever, I am taking requests for writing and fanfiction commissions! If you would like examples of my work, then you can head over to AO3;

AO3 does not contain my full portfolio, only everything I have wrote post-2018. I have been writing for ten years but I will not subject you to my old work, because that would class as torture.

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SFW - £10 – 1500 words

NSFW – The Ace Tax - £15 – 1500 words

After these thresholds, every extra 100 words costs £1

If you cannot afford it, then I am willing to negotiate a lower price, so feel free to have a chat with me, I don't bite! I’m sure we can work something out.

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dragal20 · 7 months

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The Master of Eris

Commission for @dbopdew

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Pairing: Demiurge x Nonbinary (born female) OC written in second person

Rating: NSFW

Words: 4,082

Description: She may have offered to serve him, but that doesn't mean she'll do so... without challenging him.

The Roble Holy Kingdom had fallen.

It was gone. All of it. Only the charred remains of humans, animals, and buildings alike would be any sort of memory that would reside.

You could never forget the taste of ash, how the scent of blood weighed heavily in the air. Your bones were nearly crushed had it not been by some miracle the once sturdy frame of the home kept the heavier debris from falling upon you.

There was a mixture of emotions in how to even feel. The city wasn't exactly as glorious as it seemed.

Just like all others, it was seeded in twisted truths that you couldn't say you embraced.

And it was all over, no thanks to the doings of the Demon Lord Jaldabaoth. Even the rich couldn't use their money to sway him. He cut them all down without a care in the world.

He could not be bought.

The only memory that remained of him was the demon standing in the fires of hell, staring back at you with that eerie mask with the twisted grin.

That was all he left you with… His immortal memory.

With nothing left for you at the kingdom, you packed what very few belongings didn't burn in the fire and headed away, somewhere—anywhere—to just start anew.

You weren't even sure where you’d be welcomed. Re-Estize? Even they had suffered a horrible attack not too long ago by the so-called ‘Demon Lord’. With this Jaldabaoth on the loose, it was hard to say where it would be better. The only place that could be considered a peaceful paradise would likely be at his side—his good side.

With the stars glistening in the night sky, you found yourself able to find comfort not far from a twisted oak tree. Its mighty branches and leaves would keep you shielded from whatever would transpire through the night.

The only things you could use for a bed were 2 blankets that managed to survive the horrible war from the demon army. It was better than nothing. While you could make a fire, it wasn't too cold for you to bother.

The howling of the distant wolves made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. An inn would have been better, but affording one wouldn't be ideal now.

Eyes closed, you did your all to ignore the would-be horrors around you.

But your mind raced…raced with thoughts of that night where everything came toppling down. Amidst the screams and the crackling fire, you saw the blue and gold trimmed mask seemingly staring in your direction. The cracked, wicked grin of the mask made a shiver run down your spine as the red eyes glowed brightly.

There was a defiance within you that bubbled to the surface as the well dressed demon casually walked in your direction.

In the heat of the moment, you hadn't even realized your teeth were bared like a feral animal. Only this jumbled memory allowed you to realize what happened during those swift moments that were literal hours.

Jaldabaoth had knelt down to your level, curling his finger under your chin with a sort of smarminess to his tone when he spoke the one word, “Feisty.”

It was almost purred, in a way. Making your heart throb in a whirlpool of emotions.

All of that noise that bellowed in the back of your mind soon felt far more realistic than you could bear.

Eyes opening, you found yourself where you last remembered being. Just under the oak tree with the swaying branches catching the gentle wind. As you tried to catch your breath, you found yourself inhaling it once more as the silhouette of the devil loomed over you.

“Y-You!”

The demon stifled a scoff of sorts. “If it isn't the feisty mutt I recall back in the Holy Kingdom.”

“You…remember me?” You weren't even sure how he would. Knowing very little of demons, you knew one thing was for sure: they had select memories with humans they cared little about.

Jaldabaoth shrugged. “Mm, just never knew a human that wasn't a warrior to act so bold.”

“Yeah, well…consider it a ‘reflex’,” you insisted with a scoff.

“You’re oddly calm, facing down the maw of death.”

You expelled a vocal sigh. “I can’t say that kingdom was really worth mourning over.”

The demon expressed a curious noise.

“It was full of rich people that needed to choke on their money… Spewing all kinds of things that they didn't know anything about.” You were saying this from a personal place. But at this point, if he would kill you, there was no reason to hold back.

Jaldabaoth stifled a laugh, his gloved hand moving to the mask he wore. “Even if they never harmed you physically, you delighted in their death.”

The mask was pulled away, allowing you to see him completely. The devil’s appearance was so uncanny, but regardless, it was a thrilling sight. All those emotions came building up once more, and there was a part of you that so desperately wanted to thank him for freeing you.

“Y-Yeah… umm.. I feel like I owe you for that.”

“I didn’t do any of that for you, pet.”

Hearing such a nickname didn't make you nearly as angry as you thought it would. Even if he was saying it to be condescending.

Just as you thought the conversation would continue, or he would act violently in some manner, the demon turned once the mask had disappeared from his grip.

He was…leaving?

“W-Wait! Wait!”

“What do you want?” The question was cold and direct.

“I just…”

You weren't sure how to even talk about it. You had nowhere to go, and there was no way you would be able handle being on your own. Maybe there was something you could offer him…

“Take me with you!” It was a bold offer, but there was a part of you that couldn't be without him.

The devil’s twisted brow wrinkled at the suggestion, looking over his shoulder at you once more. “The use I’d have for you, well… I don’t think you’d have the stomach for it.” His twisted grin widened at saying such a thing, making your heart knot in your chest.

You clenched your fists, sucking in your lower lip. “How about a servant of sorts? I am sure whatever diabolical schemes you have up your sleeve, I can help you with something in terms of making your workload lighter.”

He could see the determination in your eyes. “Humans are barely allowed where I am from…” Jaldabaoth cradled his chin in thought, mind adrift elsewhere. “However, I might have a means to offer a suggestion to my Lord in allowing you to be such a thing for me.”

Seeing how wide his grin was as he spoke was only slightly unsettling. There was an invisible string tugging at your heart for some unknown reason. His words even had a sort of allure to them that was hard to ignore.

The black gloved hand of the devil unfurled, offering his palm for you to take. “Come,” he whispered eerily.

It was as though those very words had control over every bone in your body. Without thought, you accepted his hand.

“And what is your name?”

You could see the reflection of yourself in his glasses, making you catch yourself as you breathed. “E-Eris, Lord Jaldabaoth.”

He once again stifled a sound of mocking. “I go by another name, pet. Demiurge.” It was there his eyes seemed to open, allowing a sparkling shine to catch the moonlight. “Master, to you, Eris.”

The Great Tomb of Nazarick wasn't exactly the place you thought this demon would reside.

You assumed he would be a demon King of sorts, ruling over his own land without anything to keep him at bay.

But no, there was a higher evil that resided here—a Lich by the name of Ainz Ooal Gown. His presence alone made you wonder if you would be smited if you weren't careful.

Much to your surprise, you were allowed to stay—stay and work for Demiurge, your new Master.

There was only one other human you were able to find pleasant conversation with inside those walls, a young blonde girl named Tuare. She too apparently was under another’s guidance.

One your Master couldn't stand.

“Oh my… Lord Demiurge did all of that?” Tuare asked, still never in any desire to be near him personally.

You nodded. “I don't know if I feel bad about it, I hate to say.”

The innocent blonde couldn't help but be shocked by that. “Why so?”

“Every kingdom has its dark sides.” Knowing what you did about her past, you nearly tried to insist she should know better than anybody. But you didn't want to accidentally bring up old memories. “I just… have seen the worst in Roble.”

“And yet you went willingly with Lord Demiurge?”

You shrugged with a twist of your lips. “Mm, more like I offered my services to him. I mean, just like you, I had nowhere to go.”

“I suppose that’s true, but…” Tuare’s words trailed off, looking into the tea cup before her. “I could never imagine seeing peace with—.” She paused, noticing the very devil heading in her direction.

“Sebas,” Demiurge’s voice spoke in annoyance. “Don't you have other tasks your pet could be doing beyond bothering mine?”

“She isn't a pet, Lord Demiurge.” You could tell in that statement that Sebas Tian was doing his best to hold himself back from losing his temper in some manner.

“Not certain what else you would call a human of such a low standing in Nazarick,” the devil continued, making his way to your side.

“Are you saying maids are of a low standing, Lord Demiurge? That feels beyond you.” It sounded like Sebas was desperate to catch the demon in a trap of sorts.

Demiurge’s brow furrowed in annoyance. “Merely if a human stands there, Sebas. And mine was able to be granted a pardon before all of Nazarick, unlike yours—who you snuck around with.”

You could hear the leather of Sebas’ gloves tighten, but the iron butler could do nothing to retaliate.

Even yourself could say or do little to nothing to stop it from continuing.

Demiurge could taste the unease in the air, leaving him content. “This way, Eris, if you please.”

The moment Sebas and Tuare were out of earshot, you gave Demiurge a scolding look. “You really can’t stop yourself from fighting with him, can you?”

“His misery is the one I thrive the most in,” the demon confessed, arms folded behind his back.

“I thought you listened to all within Nazarick?”

His lips thinned, Demiurge expressing a frown. It wasn't the first time you had seen it, and you knew it wouldn't be the last. Even if his words and mannerisms held some sort of sway over you, it caused a part of you to fight back no matter what that meant.

Not because his tone actually puppeteered you like it once did, but because you found him attractive.

“Underneath Lord Ainz and Albedo is where I reside—everyone else is underneath me. If the tomb is under attack, then I am the leader in place of Albedo,” he reminded you.

“I still find it odd you would be so against just one in particular in Nazarick, Master.”

“It is not your concern where my trust and faith in the others resides, pet.” The title was stressed in an almost demanding tone. Without even saying a thing, it felt like silence was being ordered from you.

“It does seem like you get a bit bitter whenever I talk with Tuare. If you have an issue, it would be in your best interest to—!”

Before you could even hope to finish, Demiurge’s gloved hand grabbed at your throat and your back was soon urged firmly against the wall. The breath was knocked clean from you, and before you could even choke out a single word, the demon seemed to shift his form into something a bit more devilish.

Horns twisted upon his forehead where his black hair had receded to grant a way for them. He even seemed to grow taller, no doubt thanks in kind to the furry and twisted goat-like legs that now supported him. His nostrils flared, the heat of his sigh aggressive against your skin.

It made you bite your lower lip as you felt that rush of emotion that wanted to see him react.

“I don't have to tell you everything about me, pet,” Demiurge insisted, his thumb rubbing over your throat muscles to feel as you swallowed. “You’ll do whatever I say or you will find yourself all the more underneath me.”

Even if you saw him as your savior, that wouldn't keep you from staying in line. Even for an intelligent demon, he was quite hard headed.

“Your eyes are telling me you won’t listen.”

“I—.”

He released you, but his claw was eager to slip into the neck lining of your attire. “Then it would be in your best interest to get inside of the bedroom at this moment. It seems you still require some sort of training to keep that mouth of yours quiet…”

As if he had a magic string tailored to every part of your body, you found yourself unable to say ‘no’. While he had crafted a collar for only you to wear that would actually disobey his [Command Mantra] or even hear the pleasing hum of his words that would force you to obey, there was still something within you that was in dire need to do everything he so asked for.

And more.

In what felt like a blink of an eye, you were upon the bed with the clothing you had on prior ripped from you. Like any toy on this soil, Demiurge too treated you as such.

You were his pet to play with.

His belt slid from about his waist, the sound of such tantalizing to your ears. Walking past you, he pointed before the decorative chair he chose to sit within. “Get on your hands and knees.”

You huffed through your nostrils. “And…what if I don't wish to do that?”

His eyes opened, the crystal’s broken yet beautiful appearance made you choke on the air you attempted to breathe.

“Then I will rip the collar off that protects you from everything I say, and make you do it against your will. Are you going to behave, or must I resort to such measures?”

Doing as he asked ever slowly, Demiurge frowned his disapproval.

“You’re being slow…”

By the time you made it to one knee, he expressed his annoyance all the more.

The heel of his hoof weighed down upon your shoulder, urging you to finally fall into place.

If he wasn't so hot… I would bite his ankle at the very least, you thought. But having him dominate you in such a way was a twisted delight that you tried to keep concealed.

His legs crossed as he kept his hoof upon your shoulder as if to use you as a makeshift footrest. Demiurge’s belt bunched up in his hand, he slapped the leather upon his open palm.

Your knees nearly buckled, a knot forming in your stomach.

“Now then… for earlier…” His words trailed off as there was suddenly a harsh slap upon your exposed ass.

The leather bit violently at your skin, making you nearly crumble. “F-Fuck…!”

Demiurge was unphased. In fact, he couldn't ignore the arousing scent in the air when he did such a thing. “I doubt a single one will do,” he insisted with a fanged grin.

Only the belt biting through the air was your warning, as the leather struck upon you once more to where your chin inched closer to the ground.

“Had enough?” Demiurge asked, his thighs closing together a bit as he couldn't deny the rousing pleasure this whole exchange offered him.

“I…I thought for sure you would have…transformed or something…” You struggled to catch your breath, looking up at him to the best of your ability. Every word you spoke was having him dig his heel deeper within your skin. It was erotic, something you couldn't deny. “Aren’t… aren’t all archdevil breeds bigger than you…?”

His hooves removed themselves from your shoulder, the devil inched closer to you as he sat upon the edge of the chair. What was once a belt, he had looped it a bit in his grasp to use it almost like a whip’s handle.

It rested just under your chin.

“If I transformed fully, you would be torn to pieces,” he reminded you with a sneer. “Besides, what fun would it be if I broke my toy all too soon?”

You wanted to snap back just to be a brat about it, but a part of you wasn't even sure if he would hold himself back if you did this time.

Taking to his feet, he worked on unfastening the rest of his clothing to allow his swollen cock to greet you. “I need you to finish what you started anyways.”

This wasn't the first time you had been urged to pleasure him. However, it wasn't what you were used to seeing before.

His erection held four, fleshy ridges at the underside making you wonder if he could even shapeshift his own cock. “Kinky…” you retorted breathlessly. “Didn't know you could change your dick t—!”

Demiurge grabbed the back of your head, urging your nose to rest upon the underside of his manhood. “Am I going to have to ram this down your throat, pet?”

It was tempting to tell him to do it, but you didn't want to lose the meal you ate prior. This one time… you would behave.

Your tongue flicked against one of the fleshy abnormalities just to see if they would destroy your body in any manner. If the demon didn't have some sort of healing ability, you wouldn't trust doing this without possibly losing your tongue.

It was fine. It was like skin and not a single thing hurt. It just… left an odd tingling sensation upon your tastebuds.

“I’m waiting, pet.” The words hissed through Demiurge’s clenched teeth. Even his tail was flicking back and forth as if to send a mute warning that you were testing his patience.

Grabbing the base of his cock, you flicked your tongue over the slit of his erection before spitting on the head to lubricate the swollen organ all the better for you to even dare attempt to slide it into your mouth, let alone your throat.

A muffled growl rumbled in the demon’s throat. It was a low, pleasant sound that made your heart beat so loudly you could hear it pulsing in your ears.

You moaned in return, the action sending a sort of vibration through the demon that you could tell he quite enjoyed.

Demiurge’s thighs tensed, saliva dribbling from his maw as he gripped the back of your head and urged you to continue.

So much so, you found yourself almost choking just as you feared would nearly happen. Grabbing the base of his cock, you squeezed tightly as if demanding he calm down.

Granted, words were the only things that could reach him at times. Anything else might as well be a mute suggestion of sorts.

Demiurge’s claws moved against your scalp once more, guiding you to where you were forced to move back and forth against the swollen organ. The sounds you could make were lewd, almost pitiful gurgling noises as you tried to swallow at times whenever his manhood would push towards your throat.

Even the bits of pre-come were tantalizing when you felt it kiss your lips in passing when the devil finally removed himself.

You coughed, sputtered a bit from how rough he had chosen to be.

“And here I thought you were trained better…” He humphed. “How disappointing.”

Looking up at him, you stifled a scoff yourself. “Isn't…that the Master’s job to train the pet better…?”

Demiurge frowned at your bold choice of words. “Well then, I suppose I’ve not done a satisfactory job then, have I?”

His hand gripped upon your throat once more, urging you to look him in the eyes (which still remained squinted).

“Your task is far from over, pet. You still have something to take care of.”

With you soon upon your back, you hadn't even a second to ask what it was he had in mind. (Not that you didn't already know). With the demon’s pants pushed down past his knees at this point, his black underwear just barely cradling the underside of his cock, it was there you felt the head of it kissing upon the lips of your entrance.

Your toes curled, a strangled cry of resistance rumbling in your throat. Your whole body was tensed, as you felt him slide inside of you inch by agonizing yet blissful inch.

Demiurge’s moan quivered, a delightful euphoria that rattled him very rarely had his immortal form caged. The tight warmth of your body enveloped him, urging the beast ro start slowly only to begin picking up pace the more that your human form enticed him onward.

Your back rubbed against the carpet beneath you, the rugburns were nothing. You cared little about them. It was the steady swelling of your body adapting to this demon cock that was having you look drunk in the moment.

The euphoria was so intoxicating.

A floral paradise swelled in your gut the more it continued, as the demon thrust again and again. Even the head of his manhood could be felt kissing the entrance to your womb. Something you often ignored thinking about being a part of you.

Only he could make you remember it was there.

“Will you obey me now…pet?” The words were strained through his clenched maw. Even as he dared open his mouth to speak, he did almost look like a hungry predator ready to snatch up its prey.

“I…I!”

The harsh sounds of your thighs slapping against one another filled the room. It made your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head.

Fuck, I just… want him to continue…! you thought to yourself.

Even the fleshy ridges of his manhood were tantalizing. It was like an extra, warm touch that was urging you onward. Each one kissed upon the throbbing walls of your entrance as if to insist that you come.

And your body could hardly keep itself from doing so. Your walls wavered, giving a warning squeeze upon Demiurge’s cock to where the demon could tell you were about to do so.

He grinned widely, saliva dribbling from the corner of his lips. His grip upon your throat tightened all the more.

“Come for me, pet,” he ordered, his unnaturally long tongue slid across his lips as he spoke such a thing. “Come hard, or I will make you do it again…!”

You weren't even sure if you were going to fight that. You almost wanted to test him again, but the way he just slid all the way inside of you once more and flexed his erection, you couldn't.

The head rubbed against your upper walls, thumping it again and again to where a strangled cry erupted from your lips.

Demiurge’s thumb rubbed against your throat, and it was there you couldn't hold back as his desire to withhold your breathing just doubled everything. The euphoria erupted into a blazing inferno only he had control over.

Your walls were squeezing him for all he was worth, making the devil unable to hold back for much longer.

With a deep, throaty grunt, it was there he came heavily within you. So much so that your own body couldn't even contain it. The thick warmth bubbled inside of you, making you pant and heave with delight while your body twitched at soaking up his seed.

The devil remained within you, wanting to have you warm his cock after such a messy display. Inches from your lips, he grinned with a demonic warmth that was both charming and alluring.

“Now, you better behave yourself, pet. Or I will force you to do more.” His claw pressed against your exposed belly as he spoke.

Steadying your breathing, you asked, “A threat… or a promise, Master…?”

Demiurge growled a warning. “Don't push your luck…”

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