#🦢: dawn

[eydika]

wanted to draw more kisses but ran out of steam, so here are ✨ the smooches ✨

living breathing walking disaster rhys and @friendlyfirestarter‘s raff

aniel, hero of tython, and @sjokoladekjeksen‘s talharian, emperor’s wrath (because the hero of tython and emperor’s wrath simply HAVE to kiss)

@ghilenan‘s aslan and calida (who, when blushing, is about as pink as aslan)

dawn and ........ @witchy-cutie‘s dawn, dawn² if you will

[pintrestgrl]

what do the girls camera rolls look like

PRECIOUS 🦢

soo she doesn’t have a phone but she has a parental controlled laptop n a digital camera. n a dream! also she saves rando porn vids of guys that look like barry that she looks at when he’s not home to soothe herself to sleep. yes. she literally falls asleep to rando guys that look like barry fisting their dick. it helps her sleep and barry thinks it’s pathetic.

DAWN 🌞

the pic of the puppy is one of the dogs that comes to her trailer for food every morning. she snuck that pic of jj when they went outside at 2am to go kiss without her daddy hearing them.

FOXY ROXY 💫

roxy is one baddddd mf. that’s all !! she sent that bikini pic to rafe when they broke up and told him she was getting picked up by a dude and then did exactly that! then sent rafe a vid of her sucking the dudes dick! i love her she’s my queen.

[lalunanymph]

maybe ‘the black dog’ and ran haitani???? ilysm🥰🥰

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐃𝐎𝐆 [*ੈ✩‧₊˚ dawn.🕹️ ttpd]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ he was never there for you when you needed him the most

Rain pelts down the tall windows, the city lights flickering intermittently through the wet hollow glow of tears shed in a darkened living room.

His name blinks from your phone, teasing you—how he was so near yet so far. 

You stare at the slowly flickering red dot, committing the name of the bar he has just walked into, wondering if it was smokey and stale or frigid with shot glasses lining a greasy counter.

No one could say that Ran Haitani was an easy man to love.

Suave lies, a smooth voice, and a handsome face that could sway a stone to give up her secrets.

They spelled trouble, and your eventual undoing.

You wonder what song they would be playing—if she recognizes the city pop hit that plays over the speakers. The one you both danced along to the very first night you stayed over in his apartment. 

Some time a few months later after your relationship was official, you heard that same song at a Bonten gala. 

Ran had caught your eye from across the room, and it was a pure shot of electricity that pierced through your heart when he raised his brows; lilac irises going soft, recognizing the melody.

It felt like there was no one else but the two of you in the world, the men and their women melting in the background—dangerous tattoos and hidden gun holsters disappearing in favor of the smudge of lipstick you had left on the corner of his mouth; imperceptible to the naked eye but so obvious to your own. 

Ran had felt entirely yours till recently, when everything you held dear in this relationship turned sour.

How someone could forget you so easily when they had vowed to love you for eternity. 

Without noticing, his dot had exited the pub, snaking its way back down a familiar path. 

It must’ve been hours that you sat on the couch, frozen in time. Waiting for something monumental to happen. But, he never called you back. Never gave you a heads up when you heard the door knob rattle and click.

Silver moonlight spills past his lanky figure, trailing after him like a scolded child.

He smells of alcohol and regrets, the look in his eyes, once warm and inviting, now detached and remorseful.

Unlike that moment suspended in time when you both caught each other’s gaze from across the room through a haze of smoke and shared affection, this time, the connection echoed back through an empty chasm. 

He lowers his eyes, glancing at his shoes.

“You’re still awake.”

You don’t speak, turning your phone off, and for good measure, your location, too.

Ran’s brow furrows when he feels his phone vibrating in his suit’s breast pocket.

The notification will no doubt show up on his screen, a silent retribution for his careless actions you had decided to continue its legacy of.

It’s not like he was the only one capable of breaking a heart.

You stand, reaching for your overnight bag hidden behind the sofa. 

The space between you two is frigid and still, the aftermath of a momentous ship sinking into an iceberg graveyard.

“Where are you going?” 

His voice is low, hoarse. Ran catches your elbow, willing you to turn around and look at him.

Once he notices your red-rimmed eyes, he flinches, dropping his hand. 

“Baby—”

“I’ll come back tomorrow for my other things.” You cringe at how rough you sounded; tired and emotionally numbed.

He knows it's wrong of him to beg, to grovel back for your affection when he had so cruelly discarded it.

But, Ran Haitani was not a proud or good man. He tries to lift your face to the light, getting you to meet his eye again. 

Just one more time for him to plead his case before you give the final verdict.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to storm out like that. She’s just my secretary and not someone important to me. You are. You’re everything to me. I don’t even notice her when you’re in the room. Baby, I can’t live without you, you know that.”

He misunderstands just how stubborn you can be, the facts of his case laid bare and your righteous anger the jury which declared him guilty.

Brushing his hands off your face, you take one step back, clutching your bag tighter to your chest.

In the splinter of a second, you raise your eyes, meeting his gaze head on. 

A collusion of regret and unrequited affection swims in those pretty lilac eyes; it makes you stop, chest aching and breath catching in the back of your thick throat. 

But, you can’t bear to look at him anymore—a person eventually blinded by the intensity of a fiery sun when you once eagerly sought his warmth. 

You lower your eyes, casting the shades of your decision across the determined set of your mouth.

“If you had stayed, maybe I would’ve believed you."

Your voice shook, and you cleared your throat, fighting back the tears. “But, you didn’t, Ran.” 

In a softer voice now, this accusation cuts him the deepest. 

“You didn’t.”

©️ lalunanymph

[kigisu]

[goose-of-the-fatui]

Seven Bingos, that is how many Bingos he scored on Cecil's card. Was he surprised? Clearly. “That is a lot more than I would have expected to get..”

She rose a brow. “Huh. I didn’t expect anyone to use the bing card at all really. Least of all you, петарда.” She crosses her arms, tilting her head slightly. “Well I can’t say that this twist of events is unliked.”

[salubriswan]

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[sunniepoo]

deer!reader x jj

~🦢~🌸~🦢~🌸~🦢~🌸~🦢~🌸~🦢~🌸~🦢~🌸~🦢~🌸~🦢~

when he first met you, jj had no clue what to think of you except that you were a bit odd! you had barely spoke, just staring at him intently with your wide eyes

pope had strung you along, meeting you in the math team and the two of you got along well- both being the only people to have those long conversations about endless nothings on topics no one else would get

despite your silence and slightly discomforting staring, he found himself liking you; the way your eyes would dart around everywhere before finding their ways back to the blues of his irises

“aaand she’s doing it again” jj nudges to the brunette beside him, not moving his eyes from your conversation with sarah and kie

“what are you on about” john b asks, half listening to the answer “she isn’t blinking….again!” the blonde exclaims, hands jutting out dramatically “ion know how they don’t see it..s’kind of scary”

“scary…really?” john b deadpans, looking up from his phone, now facing the blonde eye to eye “i have seen you watch someone’s insides get gutted out an’ thats what you find scary”

“not scary…more so creepy” the blonde rambles, mind trailing off in his thoughts “slightly cute but like scary cute… you get me?” he turns to the brunette, who has know tuned himself out of the conversation, making his way over to pope- leaving jj alone, as he continued to bore his eyes into the back of your head

whilst the rest of the pogues had trailed off to go to the shops, promising they would be back soon, had left jj, you and the twinkie in a slightly uncomfortable situation

“y’know im like killer at staring competitions… so like you might aswell give it up now” the blonde announces in the car, as both of you continue to face each other with not a blink in sight

to that he is met with the ongoing silence, causing him to slowly gulp as the realisation dawns upon him that the rest of the group is not coming anytime soon

and there it is! the site he thought he would never see, you slowly blink as a small smile crosses your face as the blondes mouth slowly goes agape

all hell breaks loose as he cheers,a mixture of laughter and genuine excitement echoing through the small van and throughout all his ruckus he noticed the tips of your fingers grazing against his hand, softly wrapping around them as you shifted closer

and before you knew it he’d won you over

~🦢~🌸~🦢~🌸~🦢~🌸~🦢~🌸~🦢~🌸~🦢~🌸~🦢~🌸~🦢~

notes + creds: deer reader is by far my favourite reader variant of @princessbrunette because i am her she is me!!

[goose-of-the-fatui]

“Maybe we can get Barbatos to let us out of hell when we go.” She says with a snicker

Diluc : Hey, Cecil, where are you going? Cecil: Well, it depends. When I die, probably hell. Cecil: But right now I’m going to McDonald’s.

Diluc raised an eyebrow at Cecil’s comment, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Same, Cecil, same..." he said, pausing for effect. “Though I’m not heading to McDonald’s.” He shrugged, a wry grin appearing. “But the sentiment remains... ‘same.’”

[twobluejeans]

HEARTBREAK ON TOUR!

charles leclerc x famous!reader

summary: in which the lavender haze has been lifted. or in which america’s it couple splits.

part 5: relevancy, part 4: emo ponytail girl, part 3: dupeee, part 2: wtf does ET know?, part 1: don’t start

faceclaim: madison beer

ally’s radio 📻: PART 5! the drama goes on. a lot of tswift references 🫶

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yourinstagram you asked for it, we listened: mother and i went back into the studio specifically to record more lana on snow on the beach. love u @honeymoon. it will be a part of the new midnights (til dawn edition) deluxe album that you can preorder now at my online website (link in bio!)

as many of you know, when i released midnights 7 months ago, the original concept was fun, dreamy, n honestly a reflection of how i felt at the time. after going through a rather tragic breakup, i cannot see the album the same anymore because it isn't how i feel. it's not me. i revised the entire project during some free time between tour with some amazing people, and in a way, i'm grateful for that breakup! it inspired two, beautiful songs and an edition of the album that you will all be hearing soon. to make a long story short: my new single you’re losing me will be out midnight, 7/17!

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charlidamelio i love you both so much!!

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lolaransdell davinastylessx i'm glad we found each other too! he makes me so happy and i try my best to do the same for him. we both have never felt love like this before

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[pogueswrld]

*•.¸♡ make up sex ♡¸.•*

pairing: fred weasley x fem!plus-sized!reader

summary: Freddie talks too much, and his girlfriend is exhausting all the ways she knows to shut him up. Softly, of course.

warnings: smut🦢!1!1!1!1! there's plot and fluff, and everyone's of age ofc, although it is hinted that reader is still in Hogwarts, kinda sub!Fred top!reader, like he's whining and panting and begging and shit (bites lip) ANYWAY, dick riding hehe, no usage of y/n.

note: it is 2:59 pm on a Friday, let's see how fast I write this shit. note 0.2: Okay so it's 5:54 pm on the same day, I think I'm done. This isn't edited, but it took me 3 hours to write 😁

He was still talking. Why, in the name of Merlin, was he still talking?

Dating Fed Weasley is fun, there's no denying that, but Good Heavens isn't that a boy a handful. Both literary and figurative. He's got a wide imagination, a never-squelching desire for knowledge, and a big heart. That is a dangerous combination for a somewhat intelligent and never-quiet man.

She's a saint, his girlfriend, and Ginny made a point to always express that to her. "How do you put up with that all the time?" Gesturing to Fred, who was using his hands in elaborate motions as he went on his fourth rant of the morning on the same subject to George. She'd only shrug, lips engulfing another spoonful of whatever ice cream the girls were sharing. "In one ear and out the other darling."

Not to say that she hates it, or that it bothers her- quite the opposite actually. Fred's excited and hyper personality is what made him so interesting to her, it was what drew her to him in the first place. She enjoys listening to him rant, even about the most random things -he stopped her the other day and explained in great detail how penguins mate and how once the female accepts the male's proposing gestures, they're together for life- and she adores it.

Yes, it sure can be a bit much at times, but she wouldn't change it for the world. Imagine loving a man who was as boring and dry as his older brother, Percy? She would have to jump out of Ginny's bedroom window!

Today was her first day back in the Burrow from Hogwarts for summer break, and she was exhausted, to say the least. She was up from dawn, finishing up the last bits of her packing before leaving for the train station with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. And because she's a good friend, she made sure each of her friends made it to their transportation safely before she and Ron were picked up by Fred and George.

In the car, Ron opened the untameable can of worms by mentioning Bill who was staying over at the Burrow for the summer as well, taking a couple of months' worth of vacation away from the dragons and such. That was the spark Fred needed to blast off into a hundred rants one after the other.

He spoke about seeing Bill again, which is understandable, he hasn't been home in years. He spoke about the dragons, which led to his excited mention of his favorites and how he's going to ask Bill how it was training them. Then he turned to Quidditch training, and even though both him and George had left Hogwarts a year or so ago, the both of them still found time to play the game as a side hobby. After that was all done, George gave her and Ron and update on the shop, and Fred went on and on about all kinds of new candies and flavors and combinations they were working on to add to the store by the beginning of next year.

She was understandably tired by the time the Burrow came into view. And as much as she adores her boyfriend, she needed him to shut the fuck up for twenty minutes. But he's so sweet, and his eyes light up when talking, and he gets this beautiful energy surrounding him when he does it that she doesn't have the nerve to ask him to be silent for a bit. So she excuses herself and tries to bury her body under the covers of his bed.

But he finds her there, and he reports to her that dinner is ready, and that Bill is here, and that she looks so gorgeous on his bed, and that there's a strange animal in the backyard, and that Ginny tried to curse the bathroom when he went in to use it, and that he doesn't understand why she'd do that, and that George is out in the garage, and that-

She jolts up on his bed, her eyes twitching as she stares at him. He looks so beautiful, but he's talking too damn much. She cups his face, and he goes silent and stares at her with wide eyes.

"Wha'?" He mumbled, his lips squished together as she squeezed his cheeks.

"You talk too much, ya' know that?" She said, her thumb slightly caressing the apples of his cheeks.

He opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water, and tilts his head ever so slightly. "Do' it bothe' yo'?"

She giggles breathlessly and lets go of his face before pressing her lips tightly against his. "Not all the time, but times like today..." She rests her forehead against his and sighs, "It can be a lot, and I need you to read the room and tone it down a little bit, d'ya think you can do that for me?"

He stares, something in his gaze changes, and he nods. "Of course, baby. Whateva' you want."

Great. Now she feels bad. She sighs and pushes past the blankets swallowing her to sit up on her knees. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and pulls him into a hug. "I love you, truly love you, and I don't mean to be mean to you, and you know I love it when you ramble, but I'm really overwhelmed today, darling. I'm sorry."

Fred wraps his arms around her waist in return, hugging her tightly. It's true that he can't always read the room, and now that he's no longer attending school he's got much more free time on his hands than he knows what to do with. It takes him a couple days to be able to read his girlfriend's body language like he used to once she's home from school, and he feels terrible that he was one of the reasons for making her feel so incredibly overwhelmed. He also feels slightly ashamed of his non-stop rambling all day.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, mumbling something into her skin that made her shiver and giggle away from him. "Stop," she breathes in a giggle, "It tickles."

He chuckles, his hands squeezing at the skin of her waist as he stares at her dreamily. "I said, I'm sorry I made you feel overwhelmed, I promise to try and do better."

She grins at him, so brilliantly, that he can't help but lean down and capture her lips in a soaring kiss. "I love you." He mumbles against her lips, and she smiles while trying to kiss him back. "C'mon now, love, let's go have dinner."

Her eyes darken; her pupils widen, and she smiles that mischievous grin that he adores so much, and he groans while throwing his head back. He knows exactly what is on her mind.

"I have a better idea." She whispers, giggling as she throws herself into his lap and kisses him with such force that she's pushing him down on his bed. He yelps, his hands traveling to the bed and her waist, holding on to her for stability. Bubbling heat travels across his body through her kiss, and he sighs when her cold fingertips trace down his arms, sending goosebumps across his body.

Her kisses transfer from his lips to the sides of his mouth, his cheeks, down his jawline, until she's pampering open-mouthed kisses across his neck like stardust.

He sighs, his eyes closed and his head thrown back on the pillow. "Please," He breathed, a low whine undertoning his voice. She shivers above him, her teeth grazing his skin in a teasing bite.

She's always hated the effect his voice has on her.

"Please what, darling?"

He whines. It's low, for her ears only, it's a barely-there breath, but his mouth is right next to her ear and she hears him loud and clear. Her panties dampen almost immediately.

"Please touch me," He whispers. His hands gripped tightly to her thighs. He knows better than to roam her body without permission. She pulls back slightly, blinking up at him with a soft smile and long lashes. "But I am touching you, Freddie."

He knows this game. This cruel, cruel game she adores to play. He whines in pretentious of hating his role, but his hips buck, and his cock twitches underneath the fabrics of his boxers and trousers.

He slowly traces one of his hands from her thighs to her palm before letting her fingers rest on his aching cock. He guides her hands to gently rub him through his clothes and he lets out a breath when her fingers squeeze around him. "Touch me there." He gasps.

She entertains him, allowing him to set the pace and buck into her hold. He releases deep breaths and low whines, stuttering moans every time she tightens her grip around him. She can feel herself getting wetter by the second, how his eyes are shut desperately, his teeth bite down on his bottom lip, and her name is gasped out of his throat with every other movement. It makes her feel powerful, it makes her entire being vibrate.

"That's enough." She mumbles, pulling her hand out of his grasp and bathing in his complaining whines as she pulls off her shirt. He blinks up at her, watching her boobs bounce in the push-up bra she's wearing before she unhooks it and slides it off her shoulders. He blinks again and swallows whatever drool and saliva has gathered in his mouth, causing his Adam's apple to pop along with the action. She smiles at the sight and quickly bends down to leave a swift kiss on it.

"Take off your shirt." She commands him, and he does so without hesitation, throwing the garment somewhere on the floor of the room he shares with his twin brother. He watches her hands intensely as she teases him by running her thumb on the inside of her trouser's elastic, before slowly pulling the item down and off. He groans at the sight of his favorite panties on her; a partially lacey red thong that settles up between her butt cheeks. She always told him how uncomfortable it made her, but the look on his face when he saw it on her made every second she spent wearing it worth it.

"You're trying to kill me, love?" He groans, daring himself to take a dangerous leap and push his thumb against the damp cloth, pushing down on where he knows her clit hides. He glances up at her, watching the way her lips part and her mouth hangs open at his action.

"And what am I to tell George when he asks? Death by a red thong?"

He grins up at her, picking up the speed at which he's rubbing on her bud of nerves. "Only if you're the one wearing it."

She shudders, forcefully holding herself back from grinding against his thumb. Instead, she grips his wrist and pushes it away from her. She hooks two fingers on each side of his trousers and boxers before meeting his eyes, watching as he licks his lips and nods before pulling the clothing items down his hips and legs.

His cock bounces out from underneath the fabric happily, it smacks against his lower abdomen and she giggles at the sight of precum beads rolling down his slit. He whines, throwing his arm on his face to cover the embarrassing blush that matched his hair color. "Don't laugh at me, why're you so mean to me today?"

Her giggle grows louder, and she leans down to push his arm off his face. "I never intend on being mean to you, my darling, you just bring it out of me. I'm sorry." She mumbles as she meets his gaze, her hand cupping one side of his face and he leans towards her touch. "Don't hide from me, yeah?"

He nods.

"Good boy."

He whines, his eyes squeeze shut and his jaw drops when her fingers wrap around him again, but her thumb is collecting his precum before spreading it down his length before she works a steady rhythm going up and down. His whines slowly turn into moans. His noises were so heavenly that she could swear her wetness was flowing through the fabric of her thong and onto the skin of her thighs.

She sees his muscles contracting and she stops, removing her hand from him altogether. He opens his eyes, blinking up at her in confusion as a noise of complaint slips out of his throat. But he swallows it back up when he sees her push her thong to the side and spread her folds before sitting on his length, and she grinds back and forth on him without actually allowing him access to her.

He groans, throwing his head back. She's coating him in her juices and there's a delicious squelching noise coming from between them and it's driving him insane. He sucks air into his lungs through clenched teeth and shudders when she allows a single moan to slip through her parted lips.

Suddenly, he's engulfed in her warmth and he hisses. His hands grip tightly to her thighs, hips, and any plump skin he can find. He squeezes her, hissing, and pants until he's sheathed completely inside of her. "Slow down," He gasps, "Slow- slow down, slow down, slow down." His voice turns from low breaths to almost high-pitched whines, and she leans down and captures his lips in a silencing kiss.

"Need you to lay here and keep your pretty mouth shut, darling, can you do that? Can you stay quiet for me so your family doesn't hear us fucking?" He whines, hips bucking into her warm cunt causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head as he nods mindlessly. "Yes, yes, yes. I'll be quiet. Fuck- please, baby, please fuck me."

She giggles at his desperate whines, and slowly rocks her hips back and forth, just enough movement to send pleasure jolts but not enough to get them going. She was testing the waters, trying to see how loud he could get without giving him much of anything.

Fred was losing his mind, he could feel her walls clamp down on him every time she moved back, and he could feel himself nudging against her feel-good spot every time she moved forward. Her wetness made a mess out of both of them, making it easy to slide into her and pick up the pace.

He arched his back slightly, just enough to hint at her to go faster. Because she was starting to feel frustrated, she obliged. She switched from grinding down on him to bouncing, her knees and hips working overtime to not make a noise every time her ass cheeks met his thighs.

She's now moaning, leaning down to muffle her noises by his neck or breathe them directly into his ear. Fred's eyes roll to the back of his head every time, and his hands grab onto the fat of her hips to help her.

"I-" She gasps, pushing herself upwards, clamping down on him tightly before forcing deep thrusts with her movement. "I'm gonna cum." She whimpers, and her legs begin to shake and fail her. Fred let out a loud breath that turned into a whimper before pushing himself up and, with a tight hold of her hips, forced her up and down his cock.

"Wa- wanna feel you. Wanna feel you gush around me. Give it to me, please." He whines, his words muffled into her temple, his eyes closed as her walls flutter around him, her body shivering against him and her lips part in long whines. One of his hands sneaked in between them, and his thumb drew quick circles around her clit, just enough to electrify her over the edge.

She freezes up, squeezes down on him and Fred is gone. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly down on him, the repeated squeeze of her walls stimulated him over the edge and they were shaking through their highs together. Her hands were buried in his hair, his hands holding onto her hips, while their lips interlocked in an overflowing kiss.

A few seconds later, their mouths parted as they gasped for air, holding onto one another as their highs dwindled. He traced random shapes on her bare back while she scratched at his scalp in a way she knew he loved.

He was the first to pull back, looking up at her with nothing but love and adoration. He tilts his head and grins, "Do you still want to go down for dinner?"

She laughs, heartily and loudly out of his arms and back onto the bed. "If you'll be going downstairs for a plate, get me one with you. There's no way I can look your mum in the eye after this."

[diejager]

What if reader started thinking about moving in with her father to get away from stepdad!konig and dbf!horangi? Would they get upset with reader and punish them? Or would they try to convince them to stay and promise to be more gentle with them if they did choose to stay? and you already know that you don't have to write this if you're not comfortable with it! 🤗 -🦢

Cw: DARKFIC, DUB-CON/NON-CON, STEPCEST, intimidation, promises, blackmail, tell me if I missed any.

When König found out you’d attempted to flee, your subtle call to your father to move away without warning your mother or her husband, he was mad. He’d been so enraged that your phone risked cracking within his hard grip while your father called out to you, your name ringing from his muting palm, waiting and fearful now that you hadn’t replied to him after a few calls. 

Though you wanted to reach for your phone, take it from the hand that stole it and call your father with the same desperation he voiced, you shuddered under König’s gaze, glued to your place with trembling hands and closed throat. The darkness in his cold eyes, seething in the dangerous swirl that seemed to have overtaken any semblance of warmth and tenderness. Gone was the love he showed. Gone was the soft affection he kissed on your cheek. Gone was the loving image of a stepfather turned lover. 

In his place stood a terrifying monster, glare as cold as the freezing winters and as devastating as the cruel, ocean currents, unassuming yet so frightening, all consuming in it’s harsh embrace. It left you fearful and worried, both for yourself and your father, who was halfway across the globe on a business trip, answering your panicked call at the dawn of a new day. Without a voice to reassure your father, or the possibility to calm your stepfather down, you stood still, unmoving and subservient until he decided you’d complied enough.

König kept his gaze on you, body straightened and tensed, unwilling to bend unless you bent to his will, but when your father threatened to call the cops, König had no choice but to hand you your phone back, with a burning warning from his eyes.

“Sorry, dad, ” you mumbled steadily despite the shaking of your hands, “I forgot to turn off the straightener in the bathroom and had to run to it. Cassie wants to talk me out in later, I was getting ready for it.”

Your little white lie had calmed your father down from whatever anxious and concerned air he had, trepidation lingering on his tongue as he wished you farewell, hoping you have fun with Cassie. Thanking him, you ended your call, the small smile you had melting away once you peered back at König, his looming and all-imposing form closing in on you with a single step where it would have taken you several. Encroaching on your bubble, he pushed you back until your knees hit your bed, falling on your ass with a yelp. Hands still grasping at your arms, he knelt before you, his expression morphing into a solemn calmness —false comfort.

“You can’t do that, Schatzi,” the steadiness of his voice made you shiver, the low tone of it dredging the edge of silent danger and calm reassurance, “It would be such a disappointment if Christopher found out what his daughter truly was, nh?”

You bit your lip, teeth bleeding the softness of it.

“How much of a whore she was, taking her stepfather’s and his friend’s cock in her holes, letting them fill you up and breed you. How loud you cry and beg to be fucked, to be stuffed full of cocks.”

Tears glistened under your fluttering lashes.

“Don’t you, Liebling? Is that what you want?” You shook your head, “No? Then we can compromise.”

You’re forced to comply and nod, unwilling to let the world know of the things they’ve forced you into.

“Good. Bravs Klane,” he hummed, pressing his lips to your forehead, kissing you gently, “You stay here, you wont attempt to leave us, and we’ll be gentler, listen more to you.” [Good girl]

Whether or not you accept it or not, König had already made the decision for you. 

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[baji-sideblog]

what if Mc was hex as a baby and transform to swan 🦢or like Sophie from Howls moving castle?

Who's getting rid of the curse and fafo the vile person that did it?

Fairytale Yans and Swan Darling

Sorry this took so long went through multiple characters trying to find what felt right. Soo I made new ones for this ask

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Caspian the prince of the southern kingdom found you by accident. He had went on a hunting trip when he spotted your swan form transforming into your human form when the moonlight touched you.

He was utterly in shock seeing you transform not many cursed folk stay semi close to the capital.

“You swan, it’s not my first time seeing people with your condition. Yet I haven’t seen one stay as close to civilization as you.”

The prince notice your hesitation and nerves. He sighed and looked you dead in the eyes.

“Run at your own risk I will catch you.”

He steps closer and watches as you try to flee. He rolls his eyes and whistles for his hounds. They quickly chase after you and cornered you against a tree. Caspian hops on his horse and rides towards you, yanking you up onto the horse.

“Calm yourself for now you’ll be coming with me. It will be much safer for you.”

Arthur was shocked seeing his prince bring you into the castle. As Prince Caspian’s knight he knows he’s supposed to follow all of his commands and not question anything but he was very much confused.

Then getting told by his prince that he was to keep an eye on you and not leave your side while he was busy with duties was even more confusing. Arthur had no idea why he was being given this task at all. Maybe it’s cause his prince trusted him or really he was smart enough to shut up and listen.

“Sooo it looks like we’re stuck together. Um do you want to…I guess well”

He sighs struggling to figure out what to say. He’s never been the best at conversations especially small talk.

“I guess I can show you around I’m Arthur I’ll be your knight for now.”

He lets out an awkward laugh as he shows you around the castle. Or really the area that was approved to show you. He was just glad you didn’t seem to angry at him since Arthur has always been a bit of a crybaby.

Magnus was enraged having returned to the lake he left you at and seeing you were gone. Someone stole you and he would not let it stand. Especially not when you were supposed to be his spouse the one chosen for him when you were both babies.

“Father I will not let your gift go to waste. And my dear swan your husband will save you from whatever idiot took you.”

He grabbed his necklace and pulls it out from under his shirt looking at your feather that was attached to it. He cringed having to damage it to have just enough to use for a spell.

“From dawn to dusk, human to swan, fly to my love and lead me to them”

Mangus took a deep breathe as the spells tattooed onto his skin lit up with a purple glow. The bits of feather in his hand turned to dust before flying off towards the capital. He swiftly turned into an hawk flying after the spell.

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[pintrestgrl]

someone asked me what the girls were wearing this christmas eve but i lost the ask so here u goooo , @aliyahwritings

also i actually worked rly hard on this even if it doesn’t seem like it ….

PRECIOUS 🦢

she hates christmas it reminds her of her deadbeat dad but she has nothing better to do then watch christmas movies! barry took her out of the trailer finally for the first time in like 3 weeks to go look at christmas lights. the bottom two is kinda all they did for christmas. she hanged stockings too. barry cut down a tree and told her to wrap lights on it.

DAWN 🌞

dawn absolutely loooooovesss christmas. she hates the cold but the holiday is her fave. her daddy loves christmas even more and went all out. she convinced him to do a pink winter wonderland theme. also all the cousins are sleeping at her grandmas , sooooo …… 😉😉

FOXY ROXY 💫

she hateeessss dressing in the winter this girl needs her mini skirts. anyways the tree is sooo her w the leopard print. her and rafe are actually surprisingly on good terms right now and he bought her a bunchhhhh of shit. they went to see the christmas lights a few days ago too and he was actually not being a douchebag!

[lalunanymph]

Begging for a Rafayel + loml 😭 the potential is there if one just squints a little

𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐋 [*ੈ✩‧₊˚ dawn.🕹️ ttpd]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ he finally musters up the courage to destroy what he never could—his bond with you

Fire chose him, never the other way around.

Rafayel remembers the flicker in the temple, the ember resting on his head. The onlookers and their gaping shock that such a boy—thin, unimpressive—was selected to lead them to glory. 

Since he was a child, an entire civilisation’s burdens rested heavily on his shoulders; never giving him a moment’s rest.

Sometimes, he wonders what would happen if he shrugged it all off—threw all of his duties into the flames. Left his people to the ashes.

Carnage would issue; he would go down in history as a godless deity who abandoned his people when they needed him the most.

Staring at a bleeding red line running down a strip of pure white canvas, Rafayel’s bloodshot eyes flicker to the outside world. 

It’s been days since the last hospital visit.

Since you last woke up. 

The letter he harbors in his pocket was placed on your bedside, a stone weighing down his guilty conscience as he tries to struggle past the water rising in his lungs.

He fights to take a deep breath. Sets his palette and brushes down with shaky hands.

Ever since he was cursed with the memories of you, Rafayel knew he was bad news in your life. He had tried to warn you; to push you away.

But, you—you with all your optimism and naivety had the nerve to sway his resolution. He had done everything he could to keep you at arms length; but like the waves crashing onto the shore, neither of you could stay apart from the other for long.

He dreads the call which would change his life. Your voice on the other end. The words you would say to him—cutting him up from the core.

He plays with your expressions in his mind; imagining your anger. Your tears.

Didn’t he once make you believe you were the love of his life?

He eyes a painting tucked in the corner, your smile reflecting from the canvas.

Rafayel, what’re you doing with my hand? You drowsily open your eyes, glancing at him through heavy lidded fatigue—asleep in his bed, drowning in his expensive sheets.

He plays with the circumference of your finger, twining a piece of leather around the most important left digit, trying hard not to smirk. 

Indulging in my imagination, he finally whispers. Seeing what the future looks like.

You yawn, nuzzling his pillow, your hand growing lax in his grip. 

And do you like how it looks?

Rafayel feels the lump thicken in his throat. For a split second, he recalls staring at the expense of your stomach, bare from last night’s love-making, wondering how it would look curved and full with his baby.

His phone vibrates with one single message, knocking him from his reverie:

She’s awake.

Thomas didn’t have to do this, but he bribed a doctor for updates so he could deliver them straight to Rafayel. 

Stowing his phone into his pocket, the artist stares at the swirling colors on his cluttered canvas. The result of his raging thoughts. He picks up the paintbrush, sets it down. 

I need to know if she’s fine.

Has she read the letter?

He sends the text quickly with shaky hands. 

Thomas replies back instantly. 

She did.

Rafayel feels his heart sinking. He almost doesn’t want to know your reaction. Almost doesn’t want to damn himself with your despair.

And how is she?

This time, three dots disappear and reappear. Rafayel holds his breath for close to two minutes. But, he’s used to it—not breathing in a world he’s not familiar with. 

Thomas’ text startles him, and he absorbs the message on the blurry screen.

Shocked. She’s crying. I don’t know what to say. I heard her sobbing from down the hallway.

Another text appears.

Don’t you want to see her? 

Of course, he does. What kind of idiot did Thomas take him for?

But, he can’t. 

Can’t ever see you again. Can’t risk hurting you because of his intrinsic greed.

The ocean was vast and destructive. Nothing could hide from her, and yet, she dissolved anything good in her clutches.

Rafayel feels his heart roaring like stormy waves. He closes his eyes, fights back the moisture threatening to spill over.

No. I can’t see her. Not after what happened with Onychinus. You don’t have to lurk around anymore. Thanks.

Rafayel throws his phone across the room. Lifts his eyes to catch your smile on a piece of paper; one of his best works to this date. Charcoal lines that bring out your beautiful smile. The dancing light and innocence in your eyes. 

Your clean hands wiped free from the ancient blood spilling forth a modern day mutiny.

Lemuria would’ve stood if he wasn’t weak. She would be in her full glory.

But, like fire, Rafayel had destroyed her.

Destruction was synonymous with his name. Treason, too.

So, what was one more betrayal on top of his mountain of wrongs?

Goodbye, my bride.

Rafayel brings a spark between his fingers, ignores his phone ringing, hoping to gods it was not your name on the other end.

The spark flickers, catches. Disintegrating your sweet smile into ashes.

For such a legendary love, the flames weaken and ashes flutter to his feet; the memories soon disappear into a momentary gust of wind. 

He hopes you’ll forget him—hopes you’ll wake up one day and he doesn’t ever cross your mind.

Because gods know he’ll remember this moment till the day he dies.

You—the loss of his life.

©️ lalunanymph

[ribbonprincess]

˖ ࣪ . 🦢 ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

JJ's pillow princess

flower crowns, sunsets on the beach,shared joints,matching necklaces with each other's initials,let him pierce your nipples,stolen kisses, quickies in the Twinkies while the others are out,shared bubble gum,let him use a marker to draw on you,giggling at the crack of dawn while the other sleep,healing each other's inner child.

[goose-of-the-fatui]

With Diluc - Incorrect quotes

🌧{I got a few and couldn’t chose}

🌧{And the pièce de résistance}