#<- look at who has a montjoy tag now :)

[chiropteracupola]

Creamthing d'or passant reguardant, by a sheaf of arrows percée ...and Montjoy also.

[creamthing is the creation of the inimitable @samsketchbook; despite this choice of adjective, I have nonetheless tried my best at a little heraldic creamthing]

[raleighcarrera]

scorch

the wayhaven chronicles | mason x mc (kira langford)

the power goes out. things go bump in the night.

for @hotwayhavensummer day 5 (temperature) 💕

tags: @zigtheeortega ; @choicesarehard ; @brightpinkpeppercorn ; @montjoy ; @octobereighth ; @pixeljazzy ​

~2.8k words | E (18+)

the first thing she’s aware of is how blisteringly hot it is in her bedroom. mason’s arm slung over her bare waist feels like she’s leaning it against the stove, and there’s sweat pooling at the small of her back where she’s kicked the sheets off to the floor.

the second thing she’s aware of is mason’s nose, which is pressed firmly into the back of her neck, and the low, pleased rumble deep in his chest when he asks, “why does it feel so nice in here?”

then she realizes what’s making him so happy: the room is shrouded in darkness, completely pitch black. even the tiny digital clock on her television isn’t blinking.

kira groans, shrugging her boyfriend off where he’s hanging over her back like a ton of bricks. “the power is out.”

mason falls back against the mattress heavily -- so heavily she knows he’s doing it on purpose, like a dick, because she can’t even push him an inch when he doesn’t want to be moved -- sighing up at the ceiling. “again? what is that, the twelfth time this month?”

“third,” she corrects absentmindedly, sitting up until the sheets fall limply around her waist. god, she is sweating. “i hope it’s not citywide this time.”

it’s been an unseasonably hot summer in wayhaven. the rolling blackouts have been ridiculous, and even when the electric company has managed to keep her power on, she’s still spent many nights listening to her air conditioning units splutter as they struggled to keep her apartment cool against the climbing temperatures and stifling humidity outside.

during the last blackout, she’d spent a week responding to bullshit calls all over the city until the lights had finally come back on; mrs. braverson on spruce street had bumped into a bookshelf and twisted her ankle, the smythe’s over by the park realized their ‘missing’ cat had been up in the attic all along.

so that was something she wasn’t exactly keen on repeating. 

“shouldn’t they be better at this?” mason asks, the angle of his face illuminating briefly as the lighter in his hand flicks to ignite the cigarette balanced between his lips. “it doesn’t seem that complicated to me.”

kira elbows him in the arm with a huff. “window --” she starts to direct, but he’s already rolling out of bed, walking naked to said window and shoving it up to lean his head outside. her eyes slide down his bare back and come to rest on mason’s ass, now barely able to be made out through the darkness with the moonlight coming in from the curtain he’s shoved aside. “you’re shameless,” she laughs. “if that nosy old lady across the way gets even a glimpse of your dick, she’s going to have a heart attack.”

“i’m willing to go back to smoking in bed at any time.” mason’s voice filters over his shoulder low and lazily, the words a slow rumble that make her sigh when she sits up to peel the tiny cotton bralette she’d been wearing off. 

dropping the damp fabric on the floor by the bed, her underwear’s quick to follow, and she kicks at the sheets until they pool by her feet. “not gonna happen.”

mason twists around to stare at her, barely visible through the darkness except for the glowing butt of the cigarette between his lips, which part in an appreciative smirk until she can see a row of straight, grinning teeth. the expression on his face says plenty without him even opening his mouth. 

kira rolls her eyes. “what time is it?”

“fuck if i know,” mason responds, leaning out the window to blow smoke into the air. 

she rubs at her eyes, then, with great effort, leans over to grope for her cell phone on the floor by the bed. 

“up a bit,” mason remarks unhelpfully from across the room, and even as she pushes onto her knees, wiggling for his benefit, she twists her arm around to flip him the bird while she searches. 

his laugh makes her smile to herself as the screen of her phone lights up, half under the bed. 3:23 AM.

kira groans, shifting to stretch back out on the mattress again. “i have to get up in two hours.���

mason flicks his fingers and what’s left of his cigarette drops to the street below. his elbow braces on the wall beside his head. “no point in going back to sleep, then.”

his eyebrows arch invitingly. the look on his face is one she’d recognize anytime, anywhere. 

he makes it often enough.

but she laughs, and then he smiles back at her, and her chest feels as warm as the rest of her, but not in the sticky, sweaty gross way -- more in the once unfamiliar but rapidly becoming routine way, the way that’s distinctly mason-shaped.

in the blink of an eye, he’s back in bed with her, the springs under her mattress creaking when he pounces, holding himself carefully over her body.

his skin is blazing, and even with the window left open it’s still uncomfortably warm in the room; she twists futilely under mason’s chest to try to tie her long hair up with the elastic on her wrist while his hands slide down the curves of her waist to her thighs.

“hang on,” she says, through a laugh that’s interrupted by a hitching breath when his hands make their way between her legs, pushing them apart slowly. “it is literally so hot, my hair --”

“who knew you were so delicate,” he snorts, thumbs digging into the insides of her thighs as he nudges her legs wider and wider, “mason, my hair, mason, the smoke, mason, it’s hot.”

“shut the fuck up,” kira snarks back, finally twisting her hair into a ponytail and securing it out of her face, reaching out to fan her fingers over his shoulders as soon as they’re free. “you’re the last one who should be calling anyone else delicate, mr. it’s-too-bright-in-here, everyone-we-know-is-too-loud, the-food-at-the-bakery-smells-too-good.”

mason’s head ducks, and the stubble on his chin scrapes across her hip. “fine,” he smirks, “we’re both annoying, is that what you want to hear?”

“doesn’t hurt,” she murmurs, lifting one hand to his hair to push her fingers through. “anyway, since you’re down there...”

“but i’m the shameless one.” mason’s eyes raise to look up at her, and kira pushes onto her elbows to commit the sight of him to memory, even though the position is one they’ve been in plenty, before.

it’s not exactly something she’ll ever be tired of.

she smirks, nudging his forehead down. mason goes, with only a laugh under his breath, his cheek giving a slow drag of sandpaper across the inside of her thigh when he moves. kira shivers despite the heat in the room and instantly regrets it -- she can practically feel mason’s smug smile even as he lowers his head.

just as she opens her mouth to tell him off, she can feel his thumbs dip between her thighs, another chuckle ghosting over her in an exhale when he finds her wet. “sweet dreams, i guess?”

her foot kicks out blindly in retaliation, colliding solidly with something that might be mason’s thigh or side or back. his hand wraps around her knee, pinning it flat to the mattress. “c’mon, sweetheart,” he cajoles, “play nice.”

“you’re a bastard,” she returns, not helping her case much.

as expected, mason pulls back until she can see the flash of his eyes and the crooked tilt of his indulgent smile. “that so?” he drawls, the words slow and syrupy-sweet where they’re dragged out between her legs. “want me to let you get back to sleep, then?”

kira can feel her face pull into something that she means to be a scowl but is certain comes across as more of a pout. “nothing is ever easy with you,” she complains, squirming a little on the sheets where they’re bunched up under her, still admittedly sweaty from the lack of air conditioning. “i have to beg you every time i want you to --”

“oh my god, alright,” mason laughs, cutting her off with a shake of his head. his own hair is damp where he lifts his free hand to swipe it out of his eyes. “jesus christ, i forgot how cranky you get without your eight hours.”

with that, he lowers his head again, and she sighs at the first brush of his tongue against her, her back arching up off the bed. the sheets stick to her skin and come with her before slowly falling back to the mattress so she can ball a fist in them.

mason’s touch is teasing, featherlight and gentle. kira resists the urge to roll her eyes; they both know it’s not out of any innate goodness he has, but rather an arrogance he’s always possessed, a deep-seated knowledge that he can elicit a reaction from her that leaves her screaming the walls down and thrashing in bed.

asshole.

her legs spread wider on the mattress and mason’s hands immediately move to hold her still, his strength as thrilling as ever even while his palms blaze hot on her thighs, burning her skin. 

kira can hear herself moan, unnaturally loud in the otherwise silent stillness of the room. mason is quiet where he’s kneeling before her, and, other than the sound of her breathing, there’s only mild shifting in the sheets that’s interrupted by the way she breathlessly groans out a curse of his name.

but it’s obviously what he’s been waiting for; mason redoubles his efforts and his face disappears from view entirely, the bridge of his nose brushing over where she’s sensitive and wet so his tongue can push deeper, a warning graze of teeth and stubble replaced by the pillowy softness of his lips on her clit before she can do much more than jerk her hips back with a gasp.

“fuck,” she says emphatically, her eyes screwing shut tight. the entire room is hazy and warm around her, blood rushing in her ears. mason’s movements are the opposite of a distraction from the stifling heat of the room -- the fire of his mouth and the brand of his fingertips digging into her skin feels like it’s burning her alive from the inside out, but she’s helpless to do anything other than give herself over to it, her heels digging into mason’s back where her legs have wound around him.

his fingers dip in to bring her effortlessly to an edge, the combination of the practiced movements of his mouth combined with the blunt nudge of his knuckles leaving her trembling against him, one hand tight in his hair while the other pulls the sheets out of shape. 

the apartment, and wayhaven, in the middle of the night, continue to embarrass her with their silence. her hips thrash in his hold while her moans grow louder and louder, until she’s just there -- just enough for mason to pull back with an eyebrow quirked curiously.

“please,” she begs immediately, both knowing it’s what he wants to hear and desperate for the push over the edge he’s withholding. 

a sliver of light from the moon through the window reflects off his face where it’s obscenely shiny on his chin and cheeks. mason lifts his head and grins sharply at her, his eyes knowing. “please what, sweetheart?”

“please finish,” kira gasps, “i’m so close, i need you to -- please, mason.” 

something about the late hour has evidently made him feel generous. if she had a better grasp on her remaining brain function she might make a note to do this more often -- she knows he spends much of the time she’s asleep simply staring at the ceiling beside her or pacing the length of the apartment -- but, as it is, she can do little more than hold on while he methodically takes her apart in just the way she’d been hoping for.

her ears ring when she comes, breath hitching in the darkness before her head tips back with a moan, his name on her lips in a garbled sound that transforms into a too-loud-for-this-hour fuck that ultimately finishes on a slow, content sigh.

her body is still dripping with sweat, and mason looks so messy himself, when he pushes up onto his forearms, that she wonders what a sight she must be. she can feel her face grow impossibly warmer at the thought.

kira stares at him as he sucks his own fingers into his mouth slowly, licking his lips lasciviously when he’s done. what a strange person, she thinks, and then, when her heart gives a funny little twist at the look on his face, thumping extra fast in her chest, she realizes it’s something they have in common. 

“alright?” mason asks quietly, shaking his hair out of his eyes.

she nods, reaching out for him clumsily. there’s a softness in his gaze as he shifts to move closer, and the smile playing at his lips makes the scorching heat consuming her settle into something more akin to the dull warmth she usually feels when mason’s around.

one big hand moves the sloppy strands of hair spilling from her ponytail out of her face none-too gently, lips suddenly claiming hers in an overager, biting kiss. kira can taste herself on his tongue and realizes it’s impossible to be anything but pleased when she considers how tightly mason is holding her.

she still fights him, playfully, because she’ll probably never stop, and they roll around on the bed until finally resting at the very edge of the mattress, mason spooned up tightly behind her while his arms snake around her torso.

his breath is hotter than the rest of the room at the base of her throat, his lips dragging along the juncture that leads to her shoulder. kira tilts her head back against him, relaxing in his hold.

he’s hard when he presses his hips against her ass, rocking forward deliberately.

“what time is it now?” she asks lazily, thoughts drifting to the day ahead of her. there were sure to be plenty of annoyances waiting for her when she finally made it to the station. at this rate, she was sure to be late. 

“four?” mason guesses, the word a low grunt against the back of her neck. “plenty of time before your alarm.”

she nods, stretching out as best as she can with the way he’s draped around her again, their positions a perfect mirror of the way she’d woken up. her back arches, and the low, pained noise mason makes under his breath when she shifts against him re-energizes her completely, leaving her grinning into the darkness of her bedroom.

“yeah,” kira hums, reaching back around over her shoulder to pet at mason’s hair. “can we at least move into the shower, though? i’m going to pass out if i don’t cool off.”

mason heaves a long, self-suffering sigh. she purses her lips to hold back a laugh, tapping her fingers onto his bicep while she waits for him to come around.

it doesn’t take too long. 

“fine,” he mutters, “only because i don’t want to deal with felix if you get heatstroke.”

“i don’t think you can actually get heatstroke out of the sun,” she returns, leaning forward to press a brief kiss to the damp skin of mason’s wrist. his fingertips trail tenderly over her cheek when she pulls away. “but thanks.”

the mattress bounces when he jumps to his feet. his dick swings with the movement and kira snorts as she moves to follow him, barely balanced on the floor before her boyfriend hoists her into his arms to carry her blindly through the dark apartment.

“jesus,” kira laughs, grabbing onto his arm for purchase while their sweaty skin slides together, “warn a girl, next time.”

“now you’re asking for too much.” her ass hits the bathroom counter and she squints through the vaguely distinguishable shadows in the room, barely able to make out mason starting the water in her shower. 

she jumps at the sudden sound of his voice, low near her ear. “come here,” he says, hands guiding her down and across the few steps on the tile it’ll take to cross the room. “i’ve got you.”

the words are soothing -- nearly as soothing as the water that patters down onto her flushed skin when they both step inside the shower stall, soaking her through.

it’s a relief to let her hair down and have it pushed out of the way by the spray -- a relief to finally feel cool again, a relief to actually shiver when the water gets too cold.

a relief, because the kisses that trail across her back, down her neck and over her arms again and again and again, keep her perfectly warm while the two of them work together to fight the new chill and steam up the room.

[clovermine13]

Some playchoices asks!

Feel free to reblog if your followers can send you numbers!

(I don’t have any followers for that so I am just gonna answer all of them so I can play too.)

1. Your favorite book?

Veil of Secrets. I liked the story, I think all the LI were equally good. I do wish the romance with Kate had been longer because she was end game for sure. Other then that I enjoyed the whole thing. Also their was some indigenous representation which we need more of.

Second place is Perfect Match. Romance and robots what's not to like and Hayden is my amoung my favourite LIs

Third place is A Scandalous Proposal. It's very TRR but I like Simon a lot and their growth into a couple I like a lot.

2. Your favorite character?

Um Zig I think. While the Freshman isn't my favourite book, Zig is one of my favorite LI and one of my favourites characters. I also like good Bisexual representation. This isn't a customizable MC book which means he could have been straight and it wouldn't have been questioned but he isn't. He is Bi. There is a lot of not good But representation out there but Zig isn't one of those IMO.

3. Your favorite LI?

Right now Simon Montjoy from Scandalous Proposal. They are a good we don't like each other to we love each other and are the best couple you know progression

2nd is Dakota Winchester from With Every Heartbeat

3rd is Kate O'Malley and she deserved better and most of the relationship is headcannon for the ever after.

Also 4th is Zig.

4. Your favorite moment with an LI?

I really like the Zig moment where he rejects MC in the bar. He didn't take advantage of a emotionally compromised girl he was attracted to and it made me break up with Kaitlyn and start romancing him immediately.

5. Your favorite moment in any book?

Um. This is a hard one, I have read so many. I think winning the court scene in Mother of the year because it felt good after all the bullshit MC went through to prove she was the competent parent.

6. Your favorite ending to a book?

Hm. I like the end to The Royal Romance. I think the original 3 ended it in a good way. It was the happily ever after. Ends were tied they rode off into the sunset. It felt done and then the royal Heir came out.

7. Your favorite villain?

Maybe Silas Prescott. I have a soft spot for an obvious comic book villian.

8. Your favorite type of LI?

I like reunited lovers. Like people who were either friends or a couple. Seperate for a time and the reunited later in life (Like Kate).

9. Most memorable moment in a book?

The robot reveal in Perfect Match. I mean, I knew it was coming but still. So cool.

10. What got you into choices?

I was looking for stories like Japanese voltage and found Choices. Then I found I didn't want to wait for tickets. I came back later with more patience and a credit card.

11. Favorite choices blogs?

I am a bad tumblr person because I don't follow a lot of people. If you post on the main tag, you are my favourite.

12. Least favorite book?

I don't want to pick a basic one like Home for the Holidays or The Witness. As I have finished or are caught up on both of those.

I think the one I don't like, have never finished and don't want to is AME. I am just not into the reality T.V story lines. I read the first one but haven't touched the other 2.

13. Least favorite ending of any book?

High School Story Original trilogy. I felt like their stories weren't done and think going with these characters to graduation would have been great.

14. Least favorite villain?

Becca. It was so basic. I am glad she got a redemption later on.

15. Favorite MC?

Veil of Secrets or Perfect Match.

16. Favorite best friend character?

Poppy...... Patel. :)

17. What type of book would you like to see in the future?

I would love an ex boyfriend Reunion single LI book ( see Kazuki from Finally, in love again or Genji from in your arms tonight.) I like romance. My favourite parts of the non romance ones are the romance.

I would also like to see like a vampire or royal book with the roles reversed. Like MC is the queen and the LI is a commoner or MC is an ageless Vampire who loves a human. A new perspective would be nice.

18. If you could change something about a book, what would it be?

I didn't like the time travel element in Distant Shores. I also would have made Mason from MFTL gender interchangeable. I think if I had to pick one two boys to have two gender it would be him.

19. What is your MC’s name generally? Something made up, your own name, or the default name?

They all have different names. None share my name.

20. Favorite book that is being published right now?

The Unexpected Heiress or My Two First loves.

21. Since when have you started playing choices?

It's been awhile.

22. Which books have you diamond mined?

None. I either read them for enjoyment or I don't read them at all.

23. What is a book that is not popular, but you still really like?

I liked Across the Void. I wish they had revised it rather then cancelling it.

24. Which book would you want an extra book for most?

High School Story or Hero.

25. How many books have you finished?

53 apparently.

26.  How many chapters have you played?

1071

27. Which book(s) have you replayed?

Perfect Match, High School Story, Veil Of Secrets, The Heist of Monocco, TRR.

28. Do you typically change other characters’ names if you are given the option?

Not unless they are awful like Clint.

29. Do you have VIP?

Yes

30. Which scenes do you generally spend diamonds on? LI scenes, friend scenes, collecting stuff, clothing, etc.

Whatever I feel like. Pets always.

31. Was there a scene that has made you cry?

The end of Endless Summer. I was really attached you know. Also the end od With Every Heartbeat. I knew it was coming but the end where his family is in the room and he whispers MCs name before taking a final breath. Fuck off with that.

32. Which non-LI would you most like to have as an LI?

Kate O'Malley. For longer then the last five seconds.

And Poppy Patel.

33. If you played The Elementalists: which secondary attunement did you get?

Air.

34. Do you play daily?

Depends on what's being released and how bored I am. I tend to go in spurts.

35. How many diamonds do you have right now?

More then I should admit too.

36. What is your favorite 30 diamond scene?

Are these the sex ones? I am more of a romance girl then an erotica girl. Maybe one with Flynn or any of the lesbian ones that acknowledge toys exist.

37. Which book genre would you like to see more of?

More Horror. I also want them to try Sci-fi again. I like a period Romance as well. Maybe something not so far in the last like the 50s or 80s. I like the idea of time jumping. More San Junipero like.

38. Do you tend to go for male or female LI’s?

Hmm. I think it's 50/50. Lately the ladies have been doing it for me, though they have mostly been customizable which is a another thing.

39. Which character should get more love from the fandom?

............. I don't know. A non answer for this one.

40. Which character do you think is overrated?

Up until today I would have said Poppy Min Sinclair. I didn't get why anyone would want to romance her. I always thought she was awful.

She seems to have rightfully fallen out of favour. Maybe.... Maxwell from TRR. I never really got why people liked him so much or wanted to Romance him. He is alright. 🤷‍♀️

[skeleton-richard]

Lauren I'm cryign thank you for your thoughts this means everything to me!! Henry's anxiety was a major thing I wanted to stand out and I'm glad it did! I identified so much with the Henry this is based on, being afraid and having to do things but not actually knowing what to do or how. Which really contrasted with someone who always knows what to do because they're told what to do, like Montjoy (usually) does.

And clinging to whatever sanity they have left... they don't have much. That part you mentioned is such a tense moment in the play and I've seen it performed relatively calmly (like in the Hollow Crown) or it getting physical, like in Branagh and this version (Henry did indeed shove her and you should have seen his face when it registered what he'd done. Oh man that interpretation of Henry killed me-- he feels bad about the cruel things he does) and either can be a good way of playing it, it depends on how Henry's and Montjoy's characters have been played. There's very little sanity left to cling to, the world as they know it has ended.

I will tag you in stuff! You can look through my fics on my Ao3 if you want more right now, i have a lot with Hotspur, Richard ii, and Charles unsurprisingly but I do have some good Henry V I think.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Henry V - Shakespeare, 15th Century CE RPF Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Henry V & Montjoy, Montjoy & the Constable Characters: Montjoy (Henry V), Henry V of England, Charles I d'Albret, Charles VI de France, Fluellen (Henry V), William Bruges | Garter King of Arms, Charles I duc d'Orléans Additional Tags: Rule 63, fem!Montjoy, based on the 2018 Oregon Shakespeare Festival Henry V production, everything’s the same but Montjoy’s a lady and there’s more historical detail, Heralds, what is Montjoy’s name? We just don’t know, Emotional Baggage, the oriflamme, the Battle of Agincourt, so much emotional baggage, Enemies to Friends Summary:

The events of October, 1415 as seen by the French herald, the Lady Montjoy.

Inspired by the 2018 OSF production of Henry V.

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The fem!Montjoy fic I’ve been promising for… almost a year is complete! 

@princess-of-france @stripedroseandsketchpads @themalhambird @nuingiliath @harry-leroy @flappyfluellen @malvoliowithin @shredsandpatches @oldshrewsburyian

[chiropteracupola]

"And so fare thee well — thou never shalt hear herald anymore."

[montjoy, requested by anonymous]