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"Of course not," the witch's voice floated in from the other room, before she returned with a bundled of freshly boiled bandages in her arms. She paused to set them carefully on the bedside table before she turned her attention to her patient. "Don't try to stand... your injuries were very severe." Zorya warned, pouring a cup of water from the earthen pitcher and holding it up to his mouth. "Now drink." She ordered, although not without kindness. It didn't matter to her who this man was, he had been brought to her for healing, and that was what she intended to do. "My name is Zorya, I'm a healer. You're safe here." Her voice was steady, but her gaze flickered to the windows with uncertainty. The battle had ended hours ago, but soldiers from either side were still prowling the woods around her cottage, searching for survivors; either to bring them home, or dispatch them. Though she was determined to protect her patients, regardless of who they'd fought for, she was wary of a confrontation.

status -> open to all 21+ muses *we do not have to be mutuals to reply! supernatural muses welcome, too! + canons if applicable but will be selective*

setting -> my muse, inspired by arthur from camelot lore, is the king of a small realm && has been severely injured in battle. your muse, perhaps not realizing that he is the king, has taken on the task of nursing him back to health && saving his life. bonus points if your muse is on the enemy's side, or maybe does know who he is && has other intentions, entirely utp!!

my other opens - always accepting responses!

i should be dead. it was the first thought that floated through the throbbing agony of king valor's mind, before the full force of the pain hit his body. bones, broken. flesh, torn. he last remembered the devastating swing of a sword- a blurred face with lifeless eyes as they swung to claim his own... valor startled fully awake. groaning as he sat up, nearly passing back out again as color dazzled in fractals of his vision, bile rising in his throat as his body screamed protest to movement. maybe i am dead. he shook, trying to focus on his breathing, eyes wild as they took in unfamiliar surroundings. valor looked down, noticing his clothes were gone. the royal crest, the weapons, the armor... exposed, vulnerable, with bruises blooming over so many surfaces. " hello? " the king croaked, realizing how dry his throat was, how he was too weak to stand. to fight, to run. fear flooded his veins like ice. " am i alone here? "

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A muscle in his jaw ticked as she sank down onto his hard member, fighting back his own release to give her what she wanted. "Fuuuck, you feel good, baby," he groaned as she enveloped him, squeezing her ass as she rocked on him, almost teasing. She was going to drive him mad like this, but he couldn't pretend that he didn't love every minute of it. He splayed his other hand against her lower stomach to balance her, his thumb pressing on her clit to help her along, even as she began to ride him in earnest.

Penny pouted when he pulled her by. But she was quick to smile again when he lifted her up on his lap. "Okay," she smirked, kissing him on his cheek before she lowered herself down on his cock. She was straddling his lap properly now. Slamming herself down on his cock, as it was wet enough for her to do so. Penny arched her back and let out a sweet moan. Without wasting a moment she started rolling her hips. While she wanted to bounce, she needed to feel him first. She kept this up for a moment before she began to hop. Starting off slow as she didn't want him to cum. But it was obvious that she was holding back.

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Atlas groaned, jaw clenching as she bobbed up and down on his cock, his fist clenching around her hair as he tried to convince himself to pull her off. But he knew he had to stop this, he was fully hard now and if he let her keep going, he'd wind up spilling his seed down her pretty throat, and she was the one who had wanted another round. It took a herculean effort to tug her back by the hair, his thick shaft glinting with saliva, he leaned forward to pick her up, easily lifting her into his lap. "All right, baby, you wanted it... now ride it," he growled, giving her ass a slap.

Penny smiled around his cock. Feeling him get harder and harder encouraged her to keep going. As did his words. She sucked around his length, hollowing her cheeks for a moment before she decided to just go up and down his length. Making sure to swirl her tongue on his cock as she went. Every once in a while teasing the tip of his dick.

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"True," Thane nodded, they were among the lucky ones. He smiled dryly at her response to the flask, and he popped the top to take a swig, before he passed it to her. "It's all I could get on short notice, so it'll have to do." He shrugged. He followed her into the living room, glancing around. At least it was nicer than the barracks where he usually slept. "Nice to meet you, Lilah... I'm Thane --well, Dominic. But everybody calls me Thane." He chuckled wryly at her explanation of her name.

"It could be worse, given the circumstances," Delilah replied, gesturing around them. This was hardly the world she had planned to be a part of but she wanted the human race to continue and having a child was also in her life plans. So what if it was with a stranger, right? She let out a dry laugh as he showed her the flask, "Is that going to be enough?" she joked as she stepped into the living room, not sure where else to go, "I'm Delilah by the way but I guess you might already know that from the assignment paperwork. You can call me Lilah. It's usually reserved for friends but I think with what we have to do, you've skippeda few hurdles," she joked.

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Along with her better accommodations and food, the king had been sending her other scrolls to translate for him. He always checked her results against those of the other witch scribes he had working for him, and so far, they had all come back correct. They had all contained rather innocuous information as he assessed her skills and trustworthiness.

Jasper was waiting for her to return, idly flipping through one of the tomes of witchcraft she had left out on the desk. He flipped it shut when the door opened, and nodded when she bowed her head. He raised a hand at the guards as they started to leave, taking the magic restraining cuffs from them. "We'll be needing those," he held them back out towards her. "Everything's fine. But I have a small job for you, and we'll be leaving the castle to see to it."

He tried to hide his satisfaction when she picked out one of the tomes that had been left for her to find, pretending that he hadn't noticed and didn't care what she had picked out. "Glad to see you're already making yourself at home." He commented wryly.

"I'm a king, Ruby. Everything I'm up to is big." He evaded her question with a slight shrug. She'd find out what she needed to in due time; until then, he just needed her to keep exploring her powers and learning to trust him. That was the key... if she became powerful but still wanted to kill him, he wouldn't be able to use her. "Rest up, you'll get your first proper assignment soon."

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"Mhm, of course that's all," Beckett relaxed back into the bed, letting his eyes drift closed. He was spent, and content to just fall asleep with her in his arms. Slowly, his breathing evened out as he drifted off to sleep.

"No," Penny giggled. "I just wanted to cuddle," she said, her voice giving away that she was getting tired. She closed her eyes. Enjoying the way he touched her as she snuggled against him. She wished she could fall asleep like this every day.

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Obviously Tessa had heard the rumors that those who came to this castle were never heard from again; it was why it was so hard finding volunteers for the sacrifice. Her heart quickened as he stalked towards her, but she forced herself to hold her ground. If she behaved like prey, she could only assume she'd be consumed like prey, and she had every intention of being one of those that didn't die by his hand. "I don't suppose you'd care to... elaborate on those choices?"

He stalked toward her, abandoning the throne. It was nothing more than a symbol of his power. Nathan's real power came from who - what - he was. Despite his stature and overwhelming presence, his footsteps were silent. "You have many reasons to be afraid, darling. I won't lie to you. Many of the sacrifices your people have made in the past are now dead at my hands." He didn't stop until he was near her. Until the loudest sound in the room was the heartbeat that tipped him off to just how afraid she might be. "But not all have died of unnatural causes. Plenty lived out their days here peacefully enough." He cocked his head to the side, eyeing her. "Unlike your people, which will certainly be receiving a visit to remind them of my power, you have choices."

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Even as he straightened up, he didn't release her hand, his thumb brushing over the back of her knuckles possessively. "I am more accustomed to being the subject of gossip, it's true," he conceded with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "I'm sure you can relate, but seemingly for different reasons." As a princess, he was sure the rumor mill was constantly churning about her, but it was true he wasn't privy to most of it. He had asked around about the second-born princess when he'd been promised her hand, but had limited time to learn much.

"Regardless... we should have plenty of time to learn about one another firsthand in the future," he pointed out. "I assume you require time to pack your things? I believe your father would like us to take our leave of the court before sundown," he tried not to roll his eyes.

The eyes. They were the only unnatural thing about him. The only sign to her of the beast rumoured to be within him. She had only heard the stories but that was all. The way he looked at her was like a beast with its prey but that was how many men looked at her. She wondered what else was beastlike about him. Would a curse befall her too when they were wed? Would it even make a difference? She put those thoughts aside for now.

"My lord," Lysa replied, remembering her lessons and curtsying as he bowed to her. She forced herself to relax at his touch. She did not particularly enjoy it when men kissed her hand. It had nothing to do with who he was. Her cheeks tinted pink at his compliment, "I must admit, you do not seem to be the type to listen to rumour," she replied.

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Davon watched her face, brows drawn together as he weighed exactly how much he ought to share with her. She'd find out eventually. "Yes, his debt. You see, not so long ago, your prince stole something from me. He thought he could get away with it... but he was sorely mistaken." He shook his head slowly. "He has to return it to me, and until he does, he has to pay for it with blood," he lifted a hand to her throat, tracing the faint white scars on her neck where he had bitten her. "He chose to use yours. I'm sure he'll find a way to deal with your father." He dismissed the threat.

His hand wrapped around her throat as she sank her fangs into his neck, a sense of euphoria rushing over him as she drank. Being bitten always put one into a state of ecstasy, but vampire blood would only sate her for so long. They'd both need to feed on a human after this, but Davon was enjoying himself too much to care. He couldn't help but let out a growl of approval as she drank deeply, closing his eyes, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. "Good girl... drink your fill."

Merida's eyes were locked on the male in front of her, brows tightly pulled together. She was genuinely confused by his words and it showed in the time she took to reply. "His debt?" She repeated, fishing for more information, anything to calm the anger inside of her. But the anger was still there and Meri couldn't control whatever was happening to her. "Everything hurts." She breathed out. "Do you expect me to thank you for that? Father will hunt you down for this." Merida had left the court in the middle of the night. She hadn't spoke to anyone and she was pretty sure no-one had been aware of all the changes she had been through.

Him stating she needed to feed made her jaw tighten. Her eyes shifted from his face to the neck he exposed and her lips instantly parted. A particular craving rushed through her smaller body, fangs unintentionally growing. She looked at his neck, hypnotized really, and within seconds she was closing the gap between them. A hand moved to the back of this head, while the other held his shoulder as she aggressively started feeding for him. Meri didn't think she would be able to stop; she completely forgot about time and spice while she was drinking from him.

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Happy Birthday @glittersgcld!

Birthday Headcanons

Faye & Archer & Blaze & Cali

Faye makes a big deal about birthdays, especially for the twins' birthday. She always makes sure not to take any jobs on their birthday so that she can spend the day spoiling them. The day starts with making them breakfast in bed, even though she's a terrible cook --so terrible that Archer usually winds up using it as an excuse to punish her. Blaze usually winds up interrupting her punishment, though, because it's his birthday too and he doesn't want to spend it just listening to Faye and Archer have fun, dammit. When Cali joins them on the ship, she didn't initially understand what the hype with birthdays was, since she hadn't celebrated any birthdays that she could remember. Blaze and Faye decided that this was unacceptable, and so they went t great pains to discover when Cali's birthday was so they could throw her their own celebration.

Eryx & Alys

For a long time, Eryx and Alys didn't bother to keep track of the years, much less birthdays. But in modern times, they both realized that celebrating birthdays would give them an excuse to seek one another out, so they each picked a birthday just so that they could celebrate. However, it's not uncommon for one or the other to forget the dates they picked, which also creates arguments.

Sabina & Xavier

Sabina always has high expectations for her birthday, and Xavier has never disappointed her. Their first puppy was a birthday gift, so ever since then she and the puppy celebrate their birthdays together, and she insists that he needs his own puppy birthday cake for the dogs to share.

A Playlist for Archer Stone & Faye Lovell

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It was impossible to look away from her, his grip tightening on her hair as she worked her mouth up and down. His cock was coming alive in her hold, growing firmer every time she pulled back, filling her mouth a little more with every swallow. He was mesmerized by the sight of her, groaning with pleasure and desire. "Such a good little whore...keep going," he groaned.

She knew he was watching her intently even before she looked up at him. While keeping their gazes locked she slowly moved back. Until eventually she just had the tip in her mouth. She gently swirled and teased the head of his cock. Before she slowly took more and more in. Swirling her tongue around like she did on his tip. Making sure it was nice and wet before she would take more. She continued to do this until she couldn't go any further. At that point she pulled back again. Just to do the same thing but faster. Each time she reached the finish line she would repeat it but faster.

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"Did I finally tire you out?" He chuckled, lowering her to the bed, he kept her tucked against his chest while he laid on his back. He closed his eyes, breathing in the scent of her. He trailed his hand over her naked skin, enjoying the heat off her skin as he got comfortable with her in his arms.

Penny was a bit overwhelmed when he came inside of her but she loved it despite it all. Being filled by his cum was her favorite way to fall asleep. But while she wasn't there yet she was close at this point. "Let's lay down?" she asked, her voice slightly hoarse. She wanted to enjoy his embrace while his cum was dripping out of her.

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Atlas could already feel his blood rushing south as Penny settled between his thighs, watching her with a growing hunger. "Fuck, you're so damn sexy," he huffed, pushing a hand back through her soft curls to gather them in his hand. She knew exactly what she was doing, and his breath was coming more quickly with her every touch, his jaw clenching. He couldn't take his eyes off her, always amazed by the way she could take his massive length all the way down. He locked gazes with her when she finally looked up, the sight of her making his cock twitch in her mouth.

Penny nearly giggled when she heard him groan. Crawling between his legs when he planted his feet apart. She gently took his cock in her hand. Placing open mouth kisses across the length of it. Teasing the slit before wrapping her lips around the head of his dick. Swirling her tongue on top of it. All while using her other hand to gently massage his balls. While she always liked to see his reactions to what she was doing she was too focussed to look up. Especially once she swallowed his cock down her throat. Her lips now pressed against him. That's when she looked up to see his reaction.

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"Why, are you getting impatient?" Beckett teased, glancing at his watch. He was getting impatient, even if she wasn't. "Not long. But we should talk before we meet up with Annette," he pulled her away from the few people still milling about the gallery. "Is there anything you don't want to do in front of Annette?"

Penny took his hand, squeezing gently. "Much better," she smiled. She clung onto his arm, leading him around the hall. They've seen most paintings by now. But she liked walking around. "How long until it closes?" She asked as she once again grabbed two flutes of champagne from a butler's tray. Handing one to Beckett before sipping on her own.

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Atlas groaned as he sat up, rolling back his shoulders, he planted his feet far apart. His dick was still limp from their earlier activities, but he was sure it just needed a little coaxing to get it up again. He crooked a finger at her, beckoning her closer. "Well c'mere then, and show me what that pretty mouth can do."

"Again," Penny confirmed with an insistent nod. Pouting when he laid out his demand but eventually nodding again. Without any complaints she got on her knees. Looking up at him through her eyelashes.

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"I know," he laughed, giving her a smack on the bottom as she skipped off to the bathroom. He went into the men's room next door, washing his hands, he also took a moment to calm himself down enough that he didn't have a tent in his pants. He came out just as Penny was emerging from the other bathroom, and he held out his hand to her. "Better, sweetheart?"

Penny pouted when he licked his fingers. Puffing her cheeks after he kissed her. "You also have to clean up," she pointed out. While her slick was now gone from his fingers, or at least for the most part, it was replaced with his saliva. She quickly pecked him on his cheek before she skipped off to the bathroom. Where she cleaned up thoroughly. Once that was done she washed her hands and left the bathroom. Looking around the room to see if he was where she left him.

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"Again?" Atlas raised a brow at her incredulously, running a hand back through his hair. "If you want it that bad, you're going to have to get on your knees and work for it, baby."

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"Please just one more round, Babe," Penny pouted. This was the second time she said it this evening. She wasn't sure if she meant it but she needed him. "Please?"