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writingmuses · 2 years

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Love Potion

Request: Based on a request for an IC x Reader, either a sex pollen fic or a magic potion fic (I may or may not do a sex pollen fic in the future 👀)

Elain x Reader, Nessian X Reader, Azriel x Reader, some mentions of Lucien X Reader (maybe I’ll do a prequel?) → a little bit for everyone.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, minors do not engage. Self-pleasure, fingering, grinding, breast play, p in v, biting, mentions of being under the influence. 100% consensual. ANGST.

Use of she/her for the reader. The reader is Rhy’s sister.

Literal Porn with plot for the sake of porn but there is a lot of potential angst to turn this into an actual fic if anyone's interested by the end (so much drama to unpack).

Synopsis: Reader accidentally drinks a love potion. As desire courses through Y/Ns veins, and her inhibitions lower, she encounters the different members of the Inner Court.

Word count: 15.7K (WHOOPS)

-MOR-

“What is it?” Mor asks, gently tapping on the side of the glass pitcher. She brings her hands to her knees and lowers herself down to eye level with the fluid inside. She watches the plum-coloured liquid swirl within the glass, glimmering with tiny flecks of gold, dancing around one another to music that does not exist, suspended in infinite motion.

She must admit that it is beautiful. That, however, just makes her all the more suspicious. Mor blows an annoying stray curl out of her face and swivels to meet her cousin’s eyes. Rhysand’s violet gaze is clouded and dark, full of irritation. That means, Mor notes, that her dearest cousin is already aware of what’s inside the pitcher that has been gifted to her High Lady.

“Yes, Lucien, do indulge my cousin and tell everyone about the swill you have brought into my home," Rhys voice clips. Lucien had arrived at the River House mere minutes ago, holding a large oak tray. On that tray sat the pitcher containing the mystery liquid, one ridiculously bejewelled challis, a single red rose, and, a note addressed to the High Lady:

Dearest Feyre,

I hope you are well and safe.

I apologize for my dismissal of your title as High Lady earlier this year. You are more worthy than any other female I have come across in my many centuries.

I understand now that you would make a wondrous High Lady in any court.

I am sending this note with Lucien along with my finest tea as a token of peace and as a toast to you in your new role. I would love for you to sample the wine and write me back letting me know how it made you feel.

Please do not tell Rhysand of my gift to you, for I fear he would not understand this gesture between friends.

I count the seconds to your reply.

All my love,

Tamlin

Lucien is quite pale. His normally bronzed skin looks ashy and his eyes are sullen. “Rhys… I-I know what you must be thinking.” The male clears his throat, worrying his bottom lip,“I’m sure he just wasn’t in his right mind - or maybe he didn’t know the properties of the liquid. Tam-”

Darkness begins to creep out from behind Rhys, his face stony.“Do not mention that name in my house right now, Lucien. I have half a mind to winnow over to Spring and gut the coward where he stands.” Rhys holds the note in his hands and quickly crumples it into a tight ball. “Do not make excuses for that vile creature.” His eyes burn with fury as he sends the balled up note careening through the air, and right into the roaring fireplace.

Almost all of the inner court was gathered around the two males, standing tense and mystified at this interaction. Everyone is dressed in fine clothes and gathered at the River house for family dinner. “I’m confused,” Mor queries again, “Rhys, please tell us what is happening?”

Feyre approaches her mate, resting a gentle hand on his bicep. He turns to look at her. Their eyes locked in a way only a pair of mates could. The two converse internally, and after a moment, Feyre gasps aloud. “A love potion? Rhys, truly?”

“What the fuck?” Cassian chimes in, brows furrowed, attention turning to the ginger male. “Why the fuck would you bring this to us,” Cassian takes a lumbering step towards Lucien. Mor takes a step forward as well, gripping the General's arm, not in the mood to have dinner ruined just yet. “Were you in on it?” Cassian barks to the son of Autumn.

“Cauldron no!” Lucien slinks back a step, eyes glued to his worn leather boots, trying to dissipate some of the tension in the room. “I brought it here to show you that Tamlin is desperate - and not above resorting to such vile means.” He clears his throat and looks up to Feyre, a small, apologetic smile on his lips. “I brought this here to warn you that Tamlin will likely try again and that you need to be on your guard.”

It is Mor now, who takes another step forward, rage simmering beneath her skin. “Likely story you prick. I’ll-” she starts, but she is cut off by a hand on her shoulder. The High Lady had made her way over to Mor, now gripping her shoulder with a delicate hand.

“He’s telling the truth,” Feyre concludes. She eyes Rhys, another one of their private discussions taking place within the confines of their own minds. “Lucien showed us.”

“Feyre darling is correct," Rhys sighs, "Our dear friend Lucien here, while foolish - meant well.” the anger in his eyes disperses as Rhys nods a brief thanks to the ginger fae. “Besides,” he ponders, “ this love potion would have no ill effect on our dear High Lady.”

“Now how’d you figure that Rhys?” Mor raises a brow at her cousin.

“Because the High Dunce of Spring still believes I have Feyre under my evil spell.” Rhys wiggles his fingers at his mate, dry humour dancing in his eyes. “You see, the particular love potion good ol Tam picked out is called Affectus Revelare, also known as Feelings Revealed." Rhys gestures at the pitcher. "The potion itself is quite rare and rather ancient even by fae standards, which is why I'm not surprised none of you recognized it. Even you Az.” Rhys nods to the shadow singer in the corner. Azriel, who prides himself on his diverse knowledge of poisons, spells and potions, nods in thanks, upset with himself for not having been able to place the potion immediately.

“I think I've heard of it,” Mor muses, all eyes on her now. “It works to remove inhibition. To allow those who drink it to reveal their true feelings? It is strong, and able to cut through most other potions or spells. Which is probably why Tamlin selected it." Her cousin nods in agreement. She continues, "However, to my knowledge, it went out of favour a long time ago because of the side effects.” She turns back to her cousin and he nods in agreement.

“What side effects?” Cassian asks.

“Think of it as a magic truth serum. However, this truth serum removes any suppression of morals and makes its drinker uncontrollably horny.” Rhys says in a strained voice. “Unstoppably so. The only way to get the urges to dissipate is to have a way with the object of the drinker’s strongest affections.”

The jaws around the room hang low. Cassian lets out a startled cough. Azriel is the first to recover from the uncomfortable silence, his shadows flying around his head as he quickly mutters to them. Some of his shadows disappear into thin air, Mor assumes they are presumably off to keep further tabs on the High Lord of Spring.

“So Tamlin thought what? That I would drink this so-called love potion, break the “evil curse” you’ve trapped me under, again, and then come running back into his arms?” Feyre was full-on laughing now and it was contagious. She wiped her eyes as tears formed as she fought to control her deep belly laugh.

“And right into his bed.”

Rhys slings an arm around Feyre’s shoulder and starts to turn her away from Tamlin’s ‘gift’. He kissed the top of her head, a signature smirk returning to his face. His eyes were clear and bright once again. “All that potion would have done is make you find me even more irresistible than I already am," he coos.

“I don’t know how that could be possible.”

“Oh Feyre darling, please, we have company.” Rhys groans and nuzzles deeply into his High Lady’s neck, laying kiss after kiss along her pulse point. He pulls his lips from her neck with great effort, and only after poor innocent Elain clears her throat uncomfortably. “Let’s bring this up to the House of Wind for now, we can further investigate the source of this potion tomorrow. I would be very interested to find out where Tamlin was able to source such a thing.” He nods to Cassian who scoops up the tray and heads towards the door. “Everyone meet back here for dinner in 10.”

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-CASSIAN-

“I’ll drop this off, I need to pick up Nes anyways. I’ll be right back.” Cassian walks out the door and spreads his wings wide. With powerful strokes, he is up and into the air. In a few short minutes, he touches down on the stone balcony of the House of Wind. Not a single drop of the potion has spilled, and he smiles triumphantly. Nesta sits at the table, a smutty romance novel gripped in her hands. She looks up at him with a smile but worry quickly crosses her face and her eyes drift to the tray in his hands.

“Don’t worry Nes,” he reassures her. “I didn’t get you anything. This was a gift for your sister, I wouldn’t dream of such a sweeping gesture. I know that you much prefers other methods of celebration,” Cassian says with a wink.

“Who’s it from?” Nesta closes her book, and rises from the table.

“From Tamlin, of all males.” He sets the tray down on the tabletop, the bejewelled challis rattling against the pitcher at the sudden movements.

“A gift? From Tamlin?”

“It’s a long story. Let’s head down to dinner, I’ll tell you on the way.” With that, Cassian scoops his beautiful mate into his arms. Her arms lock around his neck as he shoots off into the sky and back towards the River House. The love potion left on the table to be dealt with tomorrow.

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-Y/N-

You winnow out of the sky a number of feet above the House of Wind and begin to make the unceremonious crash down to the balcony. You quickly generate a tiny cloud of sparkling night with a single thought to slow your descent.

I am so running late.

You had been away in the Summer Court for three weeks visiting your dear friend, Tarquin. The High Lord of Summer and you had bonded over your shared love of the ocean, gossip and fruity drinks many decades ago. He now invited you every couple of months for a visit to his vacation villa, where you would swim, eat and share the juiciest, most jaw-dropping tidbits from your respective courts. You are the only one of the inner circle ever to be invited. This, of course, made Cassian infinitely jealous.

You loved your visits with the High Lord of Summer. The weight on your shoulders would slip away, even if it was just for a few days and you would both be free of responsibilities. However, this visit had been mostly diplomatic and unfortunately, you had found yourself roped into weeks of dinners and meetings. Working on updating trade agreements between the courts, while important, had been dreadfully boring. So much so that as you had left, Tarquin made the promise that this trip didn’t count and that you would meet up again in two months' time for a redo.

You feel dead tired. What you truly need is a hot bath and good long sleep. But tonight is family dinner and you are excited to see everyone. No work talk, that would wait until tomorrow, but it was rare to have a moment where we were all together, wine flowing and laughs ringing through the River House. You wouldn’t miss it for the world.

You pass into the dining room and drop your large satchel on the table beside one of Nesta's books. Beside her book, sat a pitcher of tea you assumed Nesta had made for herself during her afternoon reading session. You giggle at the rose laid out next to it. Nesta truly was a romantic at heart. You scoop it up and admired the luscious red of the petals. It was just like Nes to indulge herself in the finer things, especially amidst one of her reading frenzies.

You twirled the delicate blossom in your hand and inhale the scent deeply, when suddenly you hiccup in pain. Looking down at your hand you realize one of the thorns had sliced your finger. You quickly drop the flower and bring your finger to your mouth, sucking the coppery drops of blood. The cut is shallow and heals instantly, the tiny pink scar disappearing right under your gaze. With the flower now forgotten, you turn your attention to the tea.

You quickly scan the room, as if Nesta would appear out of thin air at any moment and berate you for taking what wasn’t yours. The thought made you let out a nervous chuckle. If Nes is putting out fancy flowers with her drink, then the tea she selected must be simply divine.

Don’t mind if I do!

You grasp the gaudy bejewelled challis in one hand and picked up the crystal pitcher with the other. You pour yourself a large cup. As the liquid pours from one vessel to another, you can’t help but admire the way it sparkles and shimmers, almost like stardust suspended in liquid - not unlike your own magic.

With a little cheers in the air, you take your first taste.

A low moan erupts from the back of your throat. Never have you tasted anything so divine. Hints of rose and lavender, honeysuckle and almond, rose and hibiscus. But also something deeper, and tangier, a musk of dark earth and fresh rain. It tasted of desire and warmth, of friction and longing. The flavour overwhelms your senses, and becomes all-encompassing.

You take a second small sip. Another groan involuntarily passes your lips.

Then a third and fourth sip, both larger, more eager.

You take a fifth, and down the rest of your cup.

Now, in a frenzy, you refill the challis and drain it all in one gulp.

Again. And again. And again. It is as if you are in a trance, unable to stop yourself, needing to feel the sweet nectar pass your lips, and slide down your throat. The mesmerising liquid burns deliciously as you drink and drink and drink until the pitcher is empty.

As quickly as it had begun, it was over. With the pitcher empty, your desire to consume was gone. Your hands shake as you place the challis and pitcher back onto the tray. Your memories of what has just transpired are hazy. In one breath all memory of drinking the tea was gone. In the next breath, you remember it is family dinner. You quickly grab your bag and shuffle up to your room. Throwing the bag into the corner, you turn to the mirror to address your appearance. The dress you don is a light sea foam green, a slit running all the way up to your hip bone, and a low V neckline descending down almost to your navel. As it was currently winter in Velaris, you would need to change into some warmer clothes. As you reach around to unclasp your dress, you are suddenly hit with an intense feeling of warmth. Your face flushes and in the mirror you see sweat form at your temples. It lasts only for a second before your temperature begins to regulates, but it was enough to convince you to stay in the cooler summer garment. I must just be tired.

You head back out to the balcony ready to go meet your family. You leap off the ledge and as you enter a free fall, you sigh in relief, letting the chilled air cool you down as you let out a blissful sigh. You catch yourself on a cloud of starlight, pulling out of your free fall and making your way towards the River House.

You land just outside the border of the River House. As you pass through the boundary and up the front steps you are hit again with another wave of heat. This time it is stronger. You brace yourself on the handrail. Did I spend too much time in the sun? you pondered, thinking back on your time in the Summer Court. You had not spent more time than usual.

I must just be overtired from my long trip. Right as you reach this conclusion, the heat rapidly dissipates, returning your body to normal once again.

There was no further time for contemplation as the front door swung open and Cassian comes into view. "Oh, mighty adventurer,” he mocks with a salute, “welcome home!” He bellows loudly. You jump up the last two steps and he immediately pulls you in for a deep hug. Your face buries into the side of his neck. You had missed him dearly while you were away, but of course, you would never tell him that.

But, what starts as a friendly welcome home, quickly changes course.

Suddenly, the smell of sandalwood and crackling embers surrounds you, invading all of your senses. This was Cassian’s scent, something you smelt daily for 400 years, and have never thought twice about. But now all of a sudden, he is the only thing you want to smell. You huff in his scent and feel your body warm and tingle. What the hell? you cry internally. You know you should pull away. But instead, you have the irresistible urge to lick the thick, long column of his neck, and you nearly do. That’s not the only thing that’s long and thick I want to be licking, you muse, and your core throbs. You have no idea what is happening. Cassian, Cassian, Cassian your mind repeats over and over. Lick him, bite him, claim him. You bite your lips, teeth surely drawing blood. Anything to keep your mouth from latching onto him. You need him. You take a shuddering breath, his scent dancing in your lungs as you-

You’re pulled out of your twisted mind as Cassian adds, “Now, get the fuck inside before you catch your death.”

You quickly pull away from the General and look down. You had forgotten that you were still in your summer attire. An outfit that while gorgeous was not equipped to handle the Velaris winter you were currently experiencing. You risk a glance back up to Cassian, he smiles gesturing inside the house. Luckily he didn’t seem to notice the massive loss of judgement you had just experienced. You do not have feelings for Cassian. That much you know to be true, at least not anymore. Right? You reassure yourself once again that you must just be tired, that your brain was playing tricks.

You shake your head to clear your thoughts as you step through the door. You failed to notice how Cassian’s nose flared as you passed him.

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Everyone greats you as you enter the dining room. Luckily, your head seems to remain on straight, as no further desire of Cassian clouds your brain. Your brother and his wife offer you both a quick hug, with the promise to debrief tomorrow, you all take your seat at the dinner table. You have strategically placed yourself as far from Cassian as possible, sandwiched in between Feyre and Mor. You hear the chair across from you slide out and you look up to meet the shadowsinger’s eyes as he slips into the chair. You had not seen him when you arrived. But now you see him - more clearly than ever before.

He offers you a small smile. “How was your visit to Summer, Y/N?”

You don’t hear his question. You are too busy staring at his mouth. Plump lips, tinged slightly red from the cup of wine he’s been sipping out of. His tongue darts out, coating his lips in a glossy sheen. You wonder how those lips would feel against yours… against your breasts… against your core. You blink slowly, noticing his lips are still moving. Oh, the things those lips could do. Suddenly, you feel a hand squeeze your elbow. You yelp and turn to see Feyre grasping your arm.

“Are you alright Y/N?” She frowns softly, concern dancing in her eyes.

“P-perfectly” You mutter, blinking rapidly, looking anywhere but towards the shadowsinger.

“Are you sure? Azriel’s been trying to talk to you for a good minute.”

“J-just tired.” You assure them. “Think I spent too much time in the sun.” You raise your shoulders in a shrug, mumbling.

“I’m relieved to hear you’re not intentionally ignoring me,” Azriel quips trying to meet your eye once again.

“Never.” You say, still not meeting his eye, picking up your wine glass and drinking deeply. “Never.”

And it’s true. Normally, you would never ignore the shadowsinger. You had known him for over 400 years and loved him for 200. Being 80 years younger than your brother Rhys meant that you had grown up with the three of them as your primary moral figures. Rhys was your brother who acted like a father, Cassian your best friend, and Azriel your fiercest protector. And you loved them all for 200 years until something began to change. You had developed a crush on Cassian from an early age. With his broad and muscular chest, and his lushes locks, he sure knew how to make a female swoon. But he was your best friend, and that came first. Your bond with Azriel, now that was even more complicated. He had an uncanny way of being able to see you, to truly see all of you. You loved him as something more, something different than the infatuation you felt with Cass. You yearned for Azriel, and for a time you thought that maybe he desired you too.

But nothing ever came of it. Maybe it was because he had watched you grow up? Or perhaps it was because you were Rhy’s little sister? You didn’t know. But you’ve been a grown female for four mortal life cycles, and both of those excuses didn’t hold any water as far as you were concerned.

After 150 years of you pining away while he pined away for your cousin, you finally thought he was seeing you as you are, the female who could obliterate enemies with a thought, the female who held the court together while Rhys was under the mountain, the female who was not just her brother’s little sister, but an equal.

Then the Archerons arrived.

And you loved them all dearly. Feyre making your brother’s heart sing, Nesta having Cassian wrapped around her little finger, and Elain. Elain, who was a gentle breeze on a warm night. A breath of fresh air amidst the fog. Elain. Who was gorgeous and talented and funny. And while you may have thought those things, so did Azriel. You could only assume as he never did confide in you, but his glances lingered. Yours lingered as well, but more so in appreciation, in lust. Not in love as you suspected the shadowsinger’s did.

And there she was now, sitting beside Azriel, looking perfect as always. Hair smooth and glossy. Eyes big and bright, the richest, most delicious shade of brown you had ever seen. A long slender neck and cleavage that heaved tight against her bodice with each breath, as if her milky flesh was a moment away from bursting-

The sound of breaking glass yanked you out of your lustful thoughts. You looked around for the source of the noise before you realize that it was you. Your wine glass once, in your hand was now in 100 pieces on the floor beside you, a small puddle of red wine at your feet.

“Y/N/N are you alright?” Rhys had made his way towards you in the blink of an eye. He snapped his fingers and the glass, and the puddle of red disappeared. He leaned down to your height, pressing his palm to your forehead. “I think you might have a slight fever.”

“I’m so sorry about the mess, I don’t know where my mind went!” Yes, you do. “ I think I must just be overtired.” You offer a tight smile. “Too much sun.” you offer as an excuse. Yes, too much sun and now you’re a delirious fool.

Rhys only nods fondly, “Maybe you should head to bed kiddo.” You’re so eager to get out of there that you don’t even snark back about him calling you a kid.

“Good idea.” You raise from your chair, and you feel the arousal that had been unknowingly collecting at your core, begin to coat your thighs. You had to get out of there before you were scented. Family dinner nights meant everyone was staying at the River House. Luckily for you, that meant you didn’t have far to go. You turn and hightail it out of there, not noticing how the shadowsinger across from you holds his breath as you scurry away.

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Once you are up the stairs and out of sight, you kick off your shoes and run. You run down the hallway and around the corner to your chambers. You swing open the door and slam it shut behind you. Leaning against the wooden door, you take a shuddering breath. What is wrong with me?

You were no stranger to love and lust. But you had never had quite such a visceral reaction. For so many different fae. At the same time. You are hot all over now and it is as if there is fire in your veins. Your breath is shaky. You need to get a grip. Blinking hard, you make your way to the washroom, and fill the tub with icy cold water.

Your fingers grapple with the claps on the dress, fighting to release yourself. You give up, snapping your fingers, the dress disappearing, leaving you bare, and still burning. You sit at the edge of the tub before quickly sliding your feet below the surface. The shock of the cold hits your brain and for a moment you stop thinking. But it is not enough as you feel another wave of arousal dripping from your core. You know you are going to regret this, but you also don’t know what will happen next if you don’t. You take a deep breath and fully submerge your body. All you feel is cold. Alll you feel is ice. The fire under your skin tames. The lustful thoughts vanish. It is just you and the cold. Relief floods your bones as your face breaks the surface.

You lean your head against the rim of the tub, happy to be rid of your dirtiest thoughts. You lay in the cold water until the warmth of your body has rendered it tepid. You finally feel in control of yourself again. You heave your relaxed body out of the tub and wrap yourself in a fluffy white towel. Tucking the ends under your armpit, you move back into your bed chamber. The towel drops to the floor as you walk up to your wardrobe and pull on a simple silk nightgown, as dark as the night sky, dressing cool to avoid any future heat spells, hopefully.

You hastily scramble into bed and slide under your silk sheets. Exhaustion hitting you. You lay on your back, eyes closed as you slowly drift off to sleep. With not a single thought, your mind is finally quiet.

And then it’s back.

Heart hammering, your eyes fly open. Searing heat spreads through your entire body. Heat radiates from your core all the way to your fingertips. Your desire is bruning you from the inside. The heat wants to be fed, wants to consume.

Wants to be consumed.

Is it that simple? you ask yourself. Would self-pleasure finally rid you of this torment? It had been a few weeks since you had last found release, the time spent in Summer Court kept you too busy for simple pleasure. But it was not like you had not gone this long before, in fact, you had gone much longer and never with any issue. You craved the touch of another, but you suppose your body will hardly care where the pleasure comes from. Your nipples harden at the very thought. Decision made.

Arousal is now weeping from your core as your thighs clench together. As if with minds of their own, your hands pull the sheets off your body, exposing your skin to the night air. Your nipples pebble even harder, straining deliciously against the silk of your nightgown. You palm one of your breasts, the action causing shockwaves of pleasure to roll through your body.

Your other hand comes up and palms the other, a strangled moan leaving your lips. Your fingers dance along your left breast and encircle your nipple over the glossy material of your nightgown. You were still too hot. You quickly pull the straps down your arms. As your nipples meet the cold air, you could weep with joy. Your hands, finally able to touch your bare skin ghost over the sensitive flesh before your fingers are quickly clamping around your left nipple in a tight pinch. Your thighs clench again, as your core pulses, as if with a heartbeat of its own. You give your nipple another delicious twirl.

Your other hand travels down and down and down until it reaches the hem of your nightgown. Without a moment's hesitation, you pull the material up to your waist. Your arousal coats your thighs, as your hand move closer to your core, fingers disappearing between your legs.

The moment your fingers touch your clit, your hips buck wildly, back straining off the bed. Your fingers swirl around it again and again and again, the friction causing strangled moans to escape your throat, hips thrusting up wildly.

Your skin gleams in the moonlight, the heat building inside of you. Your eyes screw shut in pleasure. This time as your hand swirls around your clit, your other hand, still clinging to your breast, gives your nipple a sharp torturous twist. Pleasure and pain unite and suddenly you’re shaking as release barrels through you, your orgasm so intense your whole body shakes as you ride wave after wave of pleasure.

As you come down from your high, your body trembles with exertion.

But it is not enough.

Breathing deeply, your hand, now coated in your juices slides back down between your legs, and this time, you slide two fingers inside. You thrust in and out sharply. Setting a torturous pace and your fingers sink deep into your cunt, curling expertly inside you. In a matter of moments, you are overcome with another orgasm. Again and again and again, you work your body to climax.

It is never enough.

Your body gives out sometime between the eighth and tenth orgasm, releasing you into a dreamless sleep.

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You awaken groggy, and unsure of your surroundings. The fog clears with a couple of blinks of your eyes and you realize you are in your bed at the River House. Looking down you see you are laid out, your nightgown askew and your thighs sticky.

And then it all comes flooding back.

How you pleasured yourself over and over again, the pace never relenting, just like the hunger for release did not relent. You had fucked yourself into oblivion.

But, it appears to have worked. Laying still you realise that your mind has returned to blissful silence once again. Finally free. No thoughts of lust or desire, just calm and slight confusion. Now more awake, you glance out the window and see that the moon is still high in the sky. It was late, but still a long way off until morning.

Confusion still runs through your bones. The intense need you felt earlier had come on so fast and strong, a hurricane of arousal. But it appears that the skies have now cleared, feeling content and more like yourself you huff and slowly sit up. Your stomach growls painfully, starved from the exertion and the lack of dinner. You could also do with a wash. Food first, you decide.

No one should be out and about the house at this hour, but just in case, you slip the nightgown over your head. The material is coated in your slick. Already ruined, you use the dress to clean up the arousal on your thighs. You refuse to think about how good the silken material feels against your inner thighs. You make your way to your dresser, and this time you pull out a pair of plain grey underwear and a long black t-shirt. The t-shirt fell down to your mid-thigh.

You make your way to the door and pry it open slowly, so as not to wake anyone else. Elain also has a room in this wing, and she was a notoriously light sleeper. You begin to pad down the hallway lightly, the marble cold against your bare feet. You feel a cold breeze wafting down the hall. Someone must have forgotten to close the balcony doors, you think. But then again, who would have opened the windows in the middle of winter? Snow had yet to fall, but the cool winter air had definitely arrived. More alert, you slowly make your way towards the open balcony doors, arms close to your sides, fists clenched.

Your arms lower immediately when you see who stands out on the balcony. You would recognize her shapely figure anywhere.

Elain stands with her back to you. She is wearing a blush-coloured pair of wide-legged pyjama pants,a shawl embroidered with flowers covers her shoulders. Her hair is unbound and glows like individual strands of gold. You feel your stomach tighten. She looks beautiful. You shake your head, trying to rid it of any other thought beyond concern. You gently rap your knuckles on the doorframe. Elain, still not fully tuned in to her new fae senses, jumps and spins around quickly. Her hand comes up to clutch onto her heaving chest. You could see her breath slow when she sees who it is, hand falling back down to her side.

You make eye contact with her, deep chestnut eyes meeting your own. And then her chest starts heaving again, and it takes all your strength to keep your eyes from wandering. You look up at the night sky instead.

“Elain, honey what are you doing out here, you’ll catch your death.” She looks at you nervously as you approach. Your feet tingle in protest at the cold stone beneath you.

“Erm- nothing. I just needed some fresh air,” you reach for her hand. She laces her hand in yours, eyes squeezing shut, “and some quiet.”

“But it is-” oh. Oh no. She had heard you. Your cheeks flush scarlett as you try to pull away. “Elain, I am so, so sorry. I didn’t realize I was so…” You trail off. Her hand tightens around yours, rooting you into place. Her fingers are frigid from being out here on the balcony for Cauldron knows how long.

“Loud.” She finishes your sentence. “The walls are quite thin.”

“I am sorry Elain for disturbing your sleep. I’m not sure what has come over me. It won’t happen again, I promise.” Are you happy with yourself? Poor, delicate Elain was awoken by the sounds of you touching yourself. Poor, gorgeous Elain had to escape outside in order to avoid hearing the sounds you made. Poor, delicious Elain- and oh did she look delicious. She wore a thin white camisole underneath her shawl. She wore no bra underneath, her nipples rock hard from the biting winter air. Oh how much you wanted to devour her.

You freeze again and fight against your mind. Not again. Not now. But it is Elain’s next words that have your lustful thoughts winning once again.

“I wasn’t sleeping.” Elain’s eyes met yours again, darker, more intense. “You, pleasured yourself for over 2 hours, did you know that?” Her sentence tumbled out. “Two hours without stop. Two hours of sheer pleasure.”

“Again, Elain I am so sorry but we should discuss this inside, we’ll catch our deaths out here”. You go to pull her along with you, back into the warmth of the hallway. She releases your hand.

“I never have, you know.” Her voice sounded far away now, mind far away.

“Never what Elain?”

“Never-” She trails off again. You finally catch on, and the fire within your belly reignites.

“Never touched yourself?” She lets out a slight giggle at your question and looks down at her slipper-clad feet.

“No, I’ve definitely tried to self-pleasure.” She shakes her head. “In fact I tried just tonight, listening to you.” It is your cheeks that burn red hot now. You swallow deeply at her confession. Did she touch herself to the sound of you? “But,” she continues, “I’ve never been able to make myself…reach completion. Never. I don’t know if there’s something wrong with me. I want to, gods do I want to. But, it just never happens.” Her voice shakes, and as she looks away again, you can see her eyes shining with tears. “I have been getting a lot closer with Lucien. I do think he is an honourable man.. Male, I mean. But I do not wish to saddle him with a mate who does not know what she is doing. He has lived centuries, and I do not even know how to please myself, never mind him.”

“You do not owe him anything, you know? There is nothing wrong with you, and if he is truly a good male, then he will not be bothered by any experience you do or do not have. There is so much more to a relationship than sex.” She is one of the most perfect creatures in existence. That male should be so very lucky for dirt under her shoes never mind anything else.

“I do know that. I do. But, I think this is something I have to do for myself first. Before I look towards a future with Lucien.”

“What is it you need to do?” You lick your lips.

“I want to feel good like you made yourself feel.”

“Do you want me to make you feel good, Elain?”

“I want you to make me feel alive.”

And then she is vaulting towards you, hands grasping your shoulders, and then her lips are on yours.

She tastes of jasmine and honey. A taste you never thought you would experience. But here she is, this perfect female, and Cauldron she was kissing you. Her plump, rosy lips are soft and firm. Her nails dig gently into your shoulders, and you can now smell her arousal, sharp and heady. Your core clenches in response. Your arms come around and encircle her waist, pulling her body tight against yours. You can feel her nipples against your own chest. She is freezing, and burning all at once.

The kiss ends and she pulls her lips away. Foreheads pressed together she looks at you through her brows. Your eyes meet and understanding passes through you. Your heads give a little nod, and she nods her own in response. Your hand finds hers and you gently pull her over to the corner of the balcony, to a long chaise lounge, the cold forgotten. She sits gently, legs swinging up onto the chaise, head tilting back, exposing the pale tender flesh of her neck. Her shawl falls off her shoulders. You now stand at the edge of the chaise, eying her up and down. You can feel the desire within you trying to surge, to consume. But you reign it in. This is not about you.

It is all about Elain. ”Let me bring you back to life,” you say as you gently spread her legs, and crawl up in between them. You align yourself perfectly, foreheads touching once again. “If anything is too much El, you let me know.” She nods again and tilts her head until her lips meet yours. The second kiss is slower, and more passionate. Her lips part and your tongue slides in, dancing upon hers.

After an eternity you separate, a thin trail of saliva connecting you. You pepper kisses to her cheek, her nose, and her chin, working your way down her throat until you arrive at the place just above her collarbone. Your lips clamp onto the sensitive flesh, and you hear Elain moan in response. It is music to your ears. As you lap at her neck, your fingers begin to trace down the length of her torso, eliciting sighs and pleasure. You run your fingertips gently down the valley between her breasts, down past her navel and along her hip bone, stopping at the hem of her camisole. Your mouth comes away and you make eye contact once again. Elain is in control, and you pause, waiting for her consent to continue.

“Please.” Her breath is coming in quick pants as she begs. Your fingers grab the hem and Elain leans forward and lifts her arms. You make quick work of pulling it over her head, tossing it to the side. Her skin glows like the stars in the sky. Her large breasts are firm and aching to be touched.

Elain’s teeth clench at the exposure to the cold, but the moan that follows is enough to spur you on. Your mouth trails more kisses along her collarbone and down between her breasts. Elain’s hands wind into your hair, holding you close. You look up at her and wink, and then your lips enclose around one of her perfect, pert nipples. Elain lets out a breathy gasp at the sensation of your hot mouth upon her breast. Your tongue swirls around her peak, a chorus of gasps and moans spilling from Elain’s lips.

Your lips detach with a pop, and the cold air blows against the wet bud. Elain lets out another sharp gasp and she cries out “More. Cauldron please, more!” Her chest is heaving. One of your hands comes up and cups her other breast, and you slowly slink down the chaise. Your tongue trails against her skin as it follows the same path your fingers had made, down between her breasts, all the way down to her navel. Your tongue swirls around it, the thin trail of saliva igniting Elain’s skin despite the cold. You continue your path down until your lips reach the hem of her pants. You breathe deeply. “You smell so gods damned good El.” Her hands untangle from your hair and go to grab the hem of your shirt, you quickly stop her. “This isn’t for me El, this is all for you. Let me make you feel good.” Elain nods, briefly and her hands relent, moving up to cup her own breasts instead. You pull the tie on her pants gently and hook your thumbs into the waist. You see a patch of wetness on the crotch of her pants and your question is answered as you gently pull them down her legs. No panties.

Her pants and slippers are now discarded and you take a moment to drink her in. She is exquisite. Her hair lays around her like a halo of gold. Her skin shines as bright as a star. Her hands work her supple breasts and her eyes are lidded and dark with desire. Your eyes skim lower, to her round hips, thick and shapely. And then your eyes fall to the patch of dark curls above her core, and then further still to the glistening arousal coating her thighs as she squeezes them together.

You move up to capture her lips in yours once more before you drift lower again. Your hands grasp her thighs and you gently spread her legs. She is so beautiful. You bend her knees and they part, on either side of your head as your mouth approaches her sex. You blow a gentle breath across her clit, and you see her cunt pulse in response. “Gods, Y/N, please. Please!”

Your hands wrap tighter around her thighs and you taste her. The salty taste of arousal pulls a groan out of your own throat. Your tongue circles her clit, and one of her hands finds your hair again, and her hips buck in response. Her thighs clamp around your head, as you suck her clit hard. You pull her even closer, your tongue travels lower, and traces around her opening, before diving in. Thrusting your tongue in and out of her core, she is moaning your name like a prayer, hips gyrating against your face, fucking your tongue deeper inside of her. She rides your tongue hard, in a state of euphoria.

Breathless, you pull your mouth away and you move back up to her lips. “You taste divine.” You say simply and then your lips are on hers again, and she is moaning from the taste of her own slick upon your tongue. One of your hands smooths gentle circles against her cheek. “Still with me?” you ask. She nods and catches your lips again. Your hand trails down her side, giving her hips a gentle squeeze before drifting through the thick soft curls guarding her core. Your hand slips between her legs as your fingers circle her clit. A new wave of arousal drips from her cunt as your hand moves further down. You hold her gaze as your finger slowly enters her. Her teeth clamp onto her bottom lip and she groans.

You start slow and quickly gain speed as her hips rock against your wrist. Meeting you thrust for thrust. You add a second finger and spread her deliciously. Fingers curl inside her, meeting the spongey flesh that makes Elain scream.

“Oh, oh, gods, yes, yes,” you hear Elain gasp over and over again. You lower yourself back down as your other hand grips her pubic hair tight, your thumb goes to her clit, rubbing at a relentless pace and you watch her come undone.

She screams in such pleasure, again and again, her core clenches around your soaked fingers. Her juices squirt and coat your t-shirt-covered chest. You continue to circle her clit, extending her orgasm as long as possible. She comes down from her high, her pants slowing, and you withdraw your hands. You lean up and capture her lips with yours once more.

“Are you ok?” You ask. Looking into her eyes, you see they are alight with pleasure and joy.

“What does this mean?” Elain worries her bottom lip.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything El. This was about you finding yourself through pleasure.”

“Gods, Y/N that was- that was perfect”. A smile now shines brightly upon her lips. “Thank you-” You cut off her thanks with another quick peck on her lips.

“Do not thank me Elain Archeron. Thank yourself for deciding to put your body and your pleasure first. If anything I should be thanking you for allowing me to come along on this journey with you.” Her smile is mirrored on your own face. “Lucien is going to be a very lucky male, El. You are perfect in every way.”

Sitting up now, she throws her arms around you, squeezing you tight. She pulls away and looks down at the dampness coating your shirt. “I was not aware women- I mean females could do such things.” She traces the dark stain slowly, running her fingers along the slopes of your breast.

“Some do,” you confirm, “if encouraged enough. Everyone is different, and I know that if you decide to, Lucien will worship everything about you.” She smiles again and pulls you in for another hug. You knew that this was not the start of a fling or romance with Elain. But instead, it had been a self-awakening, and she had allowed you to lead her through it. You were beyond honoured to help.

“But how do you know that he- Lucien will like it. Like me.”

“I have a confession of my own El.” You clear your throat, praying to the cauldron you weren’t about to say the wrong thing. “Lucien and I are about the same age. When we were growing up, we met on occasion at different events, and quickly developed a rapport.” Elain quirked a brow. “We, well, we fucked. A lot.” Elain’s jaw drops. Your core clenches at the memories. Lucien’s mouth on yours, on your cunt. His member thrusting in and out of you, sloppiness and uncertainty turned to precision and strength as the years went on. You fight to tamper the flames of arousal within yourself. This is not the time or place. “We were each other's firsts and we experimented over the years. But that was well over three and a half centuries before you were born. It was so long ago that I don’t want you to think anything of it! We are friends now, have been for the last 300 years, nothing more, I promise.” And it was true.. The memories you had made together, were definitely special, cherished, and enough to turn your crank some days, but the actual male, was your friend and was now mated to another. “What I am trying to say, is that I can guarantee that you are everything he will ever desire.”

“Me and Lucien both lost our virginity to the same female?” she questions finally. You nod, eying Elain again. Hoping beyond hope that she does not take the news badly. To your surprise, she begins to chuckle, which turns into a cackle, which turns into a full-body fit of laughter, and you find yourself joining in. You both laugh and laugh while holding each other close. Eventually the fit winds down and with a few last giggles, Elain sighs, “I’m not sure why, but it seems very fitting.” You hum in agreement.

Elain’s eyes drooped in relaxation and exhaustion and she lays her head on your shoulder.

The next moments happen in a blur. You help her to her feet, gather her clothes and you both make the quick, and risky walk back into the hall and into her chambers. Luckily the hallway is empty.

You sit her on the bed and start a fire. Heading to her bathing chamber, you wet a cloth with warm water. Returning to find Elain still perched on the edge of her bed, you gesture for her to lean back. She obliges and you begin to cleanse her skin gently. Nothing save for respect and adoration floats between you now. You tuck her naked body gently under the covers and kiss her forehead. Swiping your thumb against her cheek you whisper softly, “Good night El. Sweet dreams.”

Her eyes crack open and you hear her mumble, “Are you sure you don’t want me to try-”

You shush her. “This was a big moment for you El. I expect nothing in return.” She smiles again deeply.

“Thank you, Y/N. Thank you for helping me find myself.” With that, Elain drifts off to sleep and you head out the door and back to your own chambers.

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Back behind the closed door of your room, you stand frozen. The last few hours of your night running through your head. From the moment you arrived at the River House, something was different. You were different. Less… restricted. You’d felt no such feelings while away in the Summer Court. Your mind races, searching for an answer but coming up short.

It was then that your stomach let out a loud growl. You missed dinner. You had been on your way to the kitchen when you encountered Elain. You scoff at yourself and your forgetfulness. You pull the shirt stained with Elain’s juices over your head, letting it join your previously discarded nightgown on the floor. Your panties were damp, but with the way the evening was progressing, you figured you’d end up just soaking another pair later, and opted to keep them on. Strolling over to your wardrobe for the third time tonight, not bothering with another shirt or nightdress, you pull on a simple grey robe. The material is thin but warm, enough to reheat your body after your outdoor escapade.

Feet still bare, you head back out into the hallway and slowly pad down the empty corridor. You make it halfway down the stairs before you hear it.

“Are you going to be a good boy, for me?” a female’s voice floats from the kitchen. You grip the railing and take a fractured breath.

“Yes, my Lady. I promise I’ll be such a good boy.” Your core clenches as you recognize the low gravelly voice. For Cauldon’s sake. You should turn away, head back upstairs and forget the words you had just heard coming from the kitchen. But some unknown force, the same force that had emboldened you all night, urges you forward. Each step has your stomach clenching in anticipation.

Eventually, you arrive at the threshold to the kitchen and your jaw drops.

In the centre of the room sits Cassian, arms tied behind him to the back of his chair. His wings flare lightly to the sides. He is dressed in nothing but a pair of black undershorts. His bare back is to you, muscles rippling as he squirms, testing the limits of his bindings.

On the counter is Nesta. You take in her figure and decide that they do indeed call her the Lady Death for a reason. Nesta lays atop the counter, body barely covered by a tight blood-red nightgown, garters on her thighs and red stilettos on her feet. Her hair is twisted into a crown of braids. She lays on her side, head propped up on her hand. In from of her sits a bowl of strawberries. Her hand dances above the bowl before plucking a strawberry from the pile. She brings it to her lips, tongue darting out to taste the berry. Staring into Cassian’s eyes she takes a bite. You and Cassian gasp in unison.

Nesta’s head jerks in your direction and her steely eyes lock on yours. Caught in your act of voyeurism, you want to look away, look anywhere but at the female, shame should be bubbling through your veins. But it isn’t. You feel no shame. Only desire. Desire spreads through your body, a familiar feeling over the last few hours. Your cunt pulses with every second you stand there, rooted in the doorway, staring at the scene in front of you.

“Who is it Nes?” Cassian questions, trying to gauge his mate’s response to their intruder. You know he could break his binds easily if necessary. Something glimmers in the eldest Archeron’s eyes. Her nostrils flair and her lips quirk in a smirk.

“I’m surprised you can’t smell her yet.” Nesta answers, pushing herself up and into a seated position. You can see Cassian’s back shift as he takes in a deep breath.

“Y/N.”

Fuck. They can smell your arousal.

“I’m sorry for the intrusion,” you have no idea where the sudden confidence has come from and you surprise yourself as you continue, “I seem to have interrupted a late-night snack.”

The two mates lock eyes again, a whole conversation happening without words. Nesta eventually breaks the stare and returns her eyes to yours. “You’re looking a bit peckish yourself Y/N. You’re welcome to join us.” Mother above. “Come,” Nesta holds her half-eaten strawberry out towards you, “come have a bite.” Your gut tightens.

Your feet move before your brain can fully process what you are doing. It takes you 10 steps to pass Cassian, still tied to the chair, and another 3 to reach Nesta’s outstretched fingers. She parts her thighs so that your body can slide in between them. You gasp as her hand comes up to grasp your chin. Your legs tremble as Nesta leans in and whispers, “you are hungry, aren’t you?”

“Starved.” You manage to choke out.

The tension is palpable as Nesta brings her strawberry up to your mouth. She traces the bow of your lips with the strawberries dripping flesh. “Open.” She commands. You do as you’re told and you take a bite of the tender fruit, its juice dancing on your tongue. It is Cassian now who lets out a low groan. In a moment you are flooded with sandalwood and lust as Cassian’s arousal hits your nose, and surges throughout the room, mixing with your own. You finally look over to the Illyrian, and what you see makes you hold your breath. A male who normally exudes strength, the General and Commander of your brother’s armies, Lord of Bloodshed, reduced to a squirming mess. Lust glows in his eyes and he looks from Nesta to you.

“What do you think General?” Cassian squirms again at the use of his title. “I think she is still hungry, don’t you agree?” He lets out a low whine and his hazel eyes lock back on yours, both a reflection of lust and desire.

“What do you say, Y/N?” he asks, voice low. The innuendos vanish as he probes you for further confirmation. He is making sure you are truly consenting to join in on whatever this was. You lied to yourself when you were shocked by your lust for Cassian earlier this evening, as you did in fact find him incredibly attractive, only more so now that he was entirely whipped by the bewitching Lady Death. It took you less than a second to answer him, the desire you had walked hand in hand with all evening flaring within you.

“Yes,” you say.

Nesta’s hand curls more firmly against your chin, turning your head back to hers. “Delectable,” she says. And then her lips are ghosting yours, breath mingling as your eyes flutter shut. You feel her tongue trace the same path of the strawberry, up and around the bow of your lips, and sweeping across the small gape of your mouth.

Your hands instinctively come up to encircle her waist.

Nesta’s lips leave you immediately, and you feel her arm reach down and give you a sharp smack on your ass. The sounds reverberate through the kitchen. You let out a hiss and your eyes fly open. “Unh unh kitten, no touching,” Nesta says, as she pulls your arms back down to your sides “don’t make me punish you.”

You’re pretty sure your eyes roll into the back of your head at her words, and your thighs clench as wave after wave of desire crashes in you. “Yes, my Lady,” you murmur back. You hear Cassian let out another low groan as he shifts in his chair.

“There’s a good kitten,” Nesta smiles, “now why don’t we give the General a little treat.” You hum in response. Nesta spins you around so that your back now falls against her. Your head falls into the crook of her neck as you eye Cassian once again. He looks up at the two of you through hooded eyes. You tilt your head slightly to the side and inhale Nesta’s scent of steel and pomegranate. “I want you to ride his thigh,” she says and the world stops for a moment. You stop breathing and you’re sure that Cassian does the same. Are you really about to do this with your best friend? The step forward you take is answer enough. You’re only another foot away from the Illyrian when Nesta’s voice rings out from behind you again, “Oh, and kitten,” you can hear the smirk in her voice, “drop your panties.”

“Yes, Lady.” You reach under your robe and slowly slide your panties down your legs. You can see the dark patch made by the arousal now coating your thighs. Panties on the floor, the room is awash with a new wave of your potent arousal. Another low growl tears through Cassian’s lips.

Cassian sits with his legs spread. His thighs are thick and muscular, the tanned skin shifting as you approach. Now standing in front of him, you quickly shift so that one of your legs is on either side of his left leg. Using his shoulders for leverage, you slowly lower yourself down onto the General’s thigh. The heat of his leg causes your breath to hitch. Cassian whimpers as the juices from your bare cunt weep onto his leg. You begin to move then, slow torturous gyrations as you get a feel for the large corded muscle beneath you. As your core soaks the General’s leg, you begin to pick up speed, rocking back and forth as the pleasure builds.

“Good girl.” Nesta approaches you from behind. “Isn’t she being such a good Kitten, General?”

“Mhm,” Cassian grunts, “so good.” His breath is coming out in pants, just as forceful as your own.

“And Kitten, isn’t the General being such a good boy?”

“Such a good boy,” you squeak out, your clit rubbing against his muscle.

“I think he deserves a little treat.” From behind you, Nesta reaches between you and Cassian and palms his engorged member, straining painfully in his underwear. Cassian bellows in relief at the touch. Nesta’s fingers dip below the hem of his shorts and pull them down. Cassian’s cock springs free, slapping his stomach. His cock is massive and rock-hard. Long, and girthy with thick veins running along his shaft, his tip a dusky pink. It pulses in time with your ruts against his leg. Your nails dig into the soft flesh of his shoulders as your pupils blow wide with lust. Nesta pumps his shaft once, then again in rapid succession before her hand releases her mate's member. The General whines at the loss of contact, rutting up into the air, desperate for friction, precum gathering at his tip. You don’t dare indulge him without permission from your Lady Death, but your cunt throbs at the thought of punishment.

Nesta’s hands now travel to your body. Her nails graze up your thighs, against your curved hips, and up to your shoulders. She squeezes them gently before her hands travel further, up your neck and into your hair, brushing it all to one side. Her mouth lowers to your neck and she licks a long strip up your sweat-soaked flesh. She hums in delight at the taste, nuzzling the crook of your neck as she whispers into your ear. “Do you like looking at your best friend’s cock, kitten?”

You let out a breathy moan, not able to form any words as you ride the General’s thigh into oblivion. Nesta tuts and her hands grip your hips painfully, stopping the delicious friction. It was your turn to whine in protest, core aching at the loss. “Use your words kitten.”

“Yes.” you whine, as you try to regain momentum. Nesta squeezes your hips harder.

“Yes, what.” Her tone is sharp.

“Yes, Lady.” And then you are free again, hips moving wildly as you chant Yes, Yes, Yes.

“Good kitten.” Lady Death places a kiss at the corner of your mouth. “You’ve seen his. Now it’s your turn to show us yours.” With that, her hands descend between you and the General once again, travelling to the tie at your waist. With a sharp tug, the rope comes loose, and your robe opens. Your nipples harden at the exposure.

Cassian groans and the tip of his cock weeps at the sight. Your breasts rock back and forth in time with your thrusts. Cassian pulls on his restraints, desperate to touch them, to touch you. “Please.” He moans. The General bucks into the air again and again, “Please, Please Lady, Please”.

Your hips gyrate faster, and you feel your release approaching. Nesta, still behind you, leans down and bites the lobe of your ear. “Come for me, kitten.”

And then you are toppling over the edge. Your orgasm rips through you and you scream in delight. The General is right behind you, wings flaring and release thundering as he cums all over your chest. Your hips do not slow as you ride out every wave of pleasure. The three of you were so lost in the moment you had not heard the approaching footsteps.

“What the Fuck is this?”

Your hips still, and from your position on Cassian’s lap, you open your eyes gaze dragging over the tips of his wings and to the doorway.

And there stands Azriel, shadows swarming around him in a frenzy.

“Az.” you croak, voice horse from screaming. The look of astonishment and anger in his eyes have you trying to stand up, to go to him and try to explain, but Nesta keeps a firm pressure on your shoulders, keeping you astride her mate. Confusion runs through you as you look up to meet her eyes, and youquickly understand her actions.

Cassian’s wings currently shielded your naked body, now dripping in his cum from Azriel’s view. As if in understanding, Cassian’s wings flare a little wider, ensuring full coverage of his mate and yourself.

“Brother,” Cassian replies, trying to keep the fucked out tone from his voice, “I do believe you’ve caught us at a bad time.”

“Y/N? What sort of sick-, Why would you-, You know I-, Y/N, really Cass?” Azriel tries to form a coherent sentence.

It’s Nesta that responds. “She is not your property, shadowsinger. You do not own her.”

“You took advantage of h-” Azriel roars.

You roar right back.

“I wanted this Azriel! I wanted this with every fibre of my being. All three of us chose to be here. Nesta is right, you do not own me. We are three consenting adults. The only one who has no right to be here right now is you.” Your gaze pierces his, and you can see the hurt on his face. “Now, get out,” you spit, and he disappears into his shadows without another word.

With the shadowsinger gone, Cassian’s wings lower, and your head falls to rest on his sweaty chest. "Well, fuck me." Cassian grunts, his nose burying into your hair. You feel his chest rise and fall, the powerful thumps of his heart slowing with your own.

“I believe she just did, my dear mate.” Nesta muses, she slinks around the pair of you, coming up behind Cassian, and resting her head on his other shoulder. Your mixed arousal hangs heavy in the air, a reminder of the dalliance that had played out in the kitchen of the River House.

You want more. You want to feel Cass’s lips upon your own. You want to lick the sweat down his pectorals and taste the cum that was now pooling between your breasts. You wanted to feast upon Lady Death herself, and to have her feast upon you, to feel her sharp tongue against your cunt. This new development in your relationship felt natural. It felt right. You wanted to spend hours exploring the line between pleasure and pain, exhilaration and humiliation, domination and submission. You want more, and you can see in their eyes that they want more too.

But the tone has shifted, and you have Azriel to thank for that.

You sit up straight and push your wobbly legs up into a standing position. Cassian hisses as the air blows across the cooling slick left behind on his thigh. “Y/N,” he mumbles, “that was-”

“Incredible,” you finish for him, “that was pretty damn incredible.” You pull your robe closed and retie the stay at your waist. Nesta leans down and unties the bindings on her mate's wrists, he too rises to a standing position, retucking his spent cock into his underwear. Nesta slides her arm through his and the mates regard you appreciatively.

“I hope you don’t-”, Nesta trails off, words like glue in her mouth, “have any regrets?”

“Never,” you confirm. “My only regret is that we were interrupted.” You stare at the small smile that replaces the concern on Nesta’s features. You lean up and give them both a kiss on the cheek. “Good night my Lady. Good night General”. You stand back and give them a wink, “Let’s do this again soon, yeah?”

Come daylight, there would likely be some serious conversations to be had. But that could wait. For now, you turn on your heels and make your way back to the stairs.

“We’ll see you soon, kitten.”

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-Azriel-

Azriel winnows himself out into the estate gardens. His mind races and his shadows swarm, blocking out the light of the moon. His scarred hands are shaking, and with horror, rage or sadness he is unsure.

Cassian and Nesta… and Y/N?

He is baffled by what he saw transpiring in the kitchen.

He had been out on an after-dinner patrol and had arrived late into the night. He was used to the carnal activities of his brother and his mate and was keen on ignoring their sounds of pleasure when an unfamiliar cry of indulgence had piqued his interest. A third? he had wondered. But as his morbid curiosity had propelled him forward, he had realized that the new voice was not unfamiliar in the slightest. It was the voice of all his desire. The voice that had lived in his mind and in his dreams for the last 250 years. He reached the threshold to the kitchen and his worst nightmare was confirmed.

There had sat Cassian with his back to him, hands tied to the chair behind him. Nesta stood in front of him, a devilish grin on her face as she watched the events unfold. And there, saddled between the two, was Y/N. Her eyes closed, she violently rocked back and forth atop Cassian. He could not see what was happening in its entirety from behind his brother’s wings, but he could smell the heady scent of arousal oozing from every pore of the trios' bodies.

Azriel had watched Nesta lean over and whisper something in Y/N’s ear.

And then Y/N and Cassian were coming undone. Azriel stood, unable to move as he watched the female he loved, cum atop his brother. He couldn’t take it.

“What the Fuck is this?” The question tore out of his throat before he could stop it.

And then you had opened your eyes and whispered his name, and for a moment he allowed himself to imagine what it would have been like to be in Cassian’s place. To have felt you come undone for him…on him…with him.

But she hadn’t been with him. Y/N had chosen his brother and his brother’s mate of all the Fae in the Gods damned Court. He could not recollect the words he had spoken after that, anger and despair had blinded him. He was going to be sick.

He shoots up into the sky and heads to the House of Wind. He needs to be away from them all so that he doesn’t do anything else he would regret. His wings flap hard and fast, the cold air slicing against their membranes painfully. Good, he thinks to himself. He lands on the balcony at the House of Wind too soon, and he drops hard onto the marble floor. He needs to hit something so that he doesn’t hit his brother in the face.

Azriel stalks his way through the dining room with the intent of heading up to the sparring ring, when a shadow curls around his ear. Stop, it whispers, not right. The table. Azriel whirls back around and surveys his surroundings. His eyes narrow in on the table. On the table sits a book, likely left by Nesta, and the tray Lucien brought. The tray that holds the love potion. Correction, the tray that held the love potion. Azriel seizes the pitcher off of the tray. Empty. His mind races once again. Who would have taken it? Why not take the whole tray, the pitcher at the very least? Maybe, Cerrdiwen or Nuala dumped it out? No, they haven’t been up here today. Azriel has no idea what is going on.

His nose twitches as it perceives a faint scent. He turns back to the tray inspecting it closely. The jug and challis were bone dry, with not a drop of the elixir left. The note was long gone, burned to ash by his brother upon Lucien’s arrival earlier this evening. He turns his eyes then to the rose. The rose, which upon further inspection housed thorns coated in a thin layer of dried blood.

Y/N’s blood.

Y/N who was been at the Summer Court until right before dinner,

Y/N who had missed the discussion about the contents of the pitcher,

Y/N who had likely stopped by the House of Wind to drop off her bags before joining the family at dinner.

Y/N, who he had just been riding Cassian into oblivion.

“Fuck.”

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-Y/N-

You once again find yourself leaning against your bedroom door.

“What the glorious fuck was that?” you ask aloud, letting out a nervous chuckle. You had just participated in a three-sum with your best friend and his mate. Your best friend and his mate. Cassian and Nesta. The General and his Lady Death.

The names alone make you shiver.

The memory of your core ground against Cassian’s well-muscled thigh, Nesta whispering sin in your ear makes you clench your teeth, and your thighs. You let out a frustrated moan. This lustful hunger just won’t LEAVE, and the chance of further ministrations was halted by that winged fuck, Azriel. Azriel, whose eyes you had held as you road out your climax. Azriel, who had looked devastated as he saw you astride his brother. Had he been devastated? You wondered, or disappointed.

He has no right to be disappointed in anything that you do. He held no claim to your body, or to your heart. Well, he held no claim to your body and if he had known about the space he occupied in your heart, after all this time, and still had not acted upon it, well then he did not deserve even a sliver of the adoration you felt. Let him be disappointed, it was none of your concern.

He was none of your concern. Not his thoughts of your activities, nor his distaste for your actions. His glowing eyes did not deserve to behold you. His plush lips did not deserve to taste you. His rough fingers did not deserve to slip below the waistline of your panties, and-

Another frustrated groan tears through your throat as your knees quake, thighs snapping together, desperate for friction. You push off the door with a huff, walking towards your bathroom. You need to wash Cassian’s seed off of your body. You undo the tie at your waist and allow the now cum stained garment to join the others on the floor. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you remember that you had had panties on when you entered the kitchen. You can only hope that Nes and Cass had grabbed them during clean-up.

You draw yourself another ice-cold bath and submerge yourself fully. The cold water distracts your mind as you scrub your body and hair. Once you are thoroughly cleansed, you step out of the tub, wrap yourself in a fresh towel and you make your way back to your damn wardrobe. You pray to the Cauldron that this is your last outfit change of the night. You pull out a blue pyjama set with tight but pliant shorts and a cropped camisole. Not bothering with undergarments you quickly pull your clothes on and flop onto the bed.

You pull the covers up to your chin, mind blissfully blank from the cold bath… Until those glowing hazel eyes and sensuous lips hurtle around the walls of your mind. You think of his toned chest, glistening with sweat in the sparring ring, the curve of his wings as he holds himself with deadly precision. His intoxicating scent of night-chilled mist and cedar is almost upon your tongue as you imagine what it would be like for the shadowsinger to interrogate you like one of his prisoners. Cauldron boil me. Your hand travels to the hem of your shorts, and then lower still to your already slick slit. Your fingers easily find your swollen clit, and begin to swirl around it delectably. Your other hand comes up to palm your breast, when suddenly you hear a knock at your door.

Your fingers still.

You don’t answer, hoping that the nuisance will get the hint. You hear another sharp knock at the door, followed by a muffled voice. “Y/N, please let me in. It’s important.” The slight rise in his tone, has you muttering a quick ‘enter’. The door swings open and the shadowsinger slinks in, a fae light bobbing behind him.

His nose is immediately overwhelmed with scent. The heady scent of your arousal was emanating from every surface in the room. It was intoxicating the spymaster, your scent driving him to the edge of his wits.

An edge he is quickly pulled back from as he smells his brother’s scent intermingling, as well as the scent of another, Elain. He eyes the pile of soiled clothing on the floor, the evidence that confirms his suspicions. “Gods, Y/N.” He clears his throat. “I know you were not feeling yourself tonight, but-” he starts. Your eyes widen in surprise.

“Incorrect shadowsinger,” you stare at him, “I feel more myself than I ever have. Just more-”

“Free of inhibition?” he supplies.

“Suppose I was. What concern is it of yours?” Your lips purse.

“I figured you deserve to know what was happening.” Azriel moves to your bed, sitting on the edge. He reaches into the pocket of his leathers and produces a single crumpled red rose. All of a sudden forgotten memory floods your mind. A pitcher full of plum-coloured starlight. The burn of it on your lips, down your throat. You remember drinking and drinking until there was nothing left. The urge you felt to drink, warped and resurged as the desire for Elain, for Cassian and Nesta, and for Azriel. Your hand twitches at the thought, fingers still primed over your clit.

“So what was that mystery beverage, you all so lovingly forgot to label?”

Azriel snorts before replying, “Affectus Revelare.”

“No shit?” Bewilderment shines in your eyes.

“It’s a love potion of sorts-”

“I’m well aware of its side effects.” And you were, having heard stories of its potency from your brother. “I had just never seen it in person.”

Azriel huffs, trying hard to keep his face void of emotion. “I’d assume then that you know that any intense feelings of pleasure you acted upon while under its influence, were no fault of your own.”

“Let me make one thing absolutely clear, Azriel.” Your voice cut like glass, eyes as sharp as steel. “Anything I did tonight, I did because I wanted to. The bullshit spell does nothing but bring to the surface feelings I already have. I have no regrets about what I have done or will do tonight.” Azriel looks as though he is swallowing a mouthful of marbles.

“Right,” he hastily stands, “I suppose now that you are feeling…better, I should probably let you get some sleep.” He treads to the door, head low, shadows tight against his silhouette.

You should let him go, let you both stew overnight, and then try talking again. It is the smart thing to do. In spite of that, you curse your horny mouth as it opens and words fly out, “Who says I’m feeling better?”

He freezes two paces from the door. Whipping around to face you again, his eyes are alight with panic. You pull your stilled hand out of your shorts and sit up. The blanket pools at your waist, your puckered nipples on full display from underneath your shirt. Your hand, still coated in your slick shines under the fae light. He looks from your face to your chest, to your sex-slicked hand and back again. He blinks and his nostrils flare, likely scenting the new wave of arousal that was coursing through your veins.

In a flash he is back at your bedside, the back of his hand coming up and resting on your forehead. He is mumbling to himself. Cauldron, he’s having more mood swings than I am. “Care to share what the Hell you’re doing Azriel?”

“It must have been laced with something else,” he grimaces, “another tonic or elixir maybe. Something to increase potency,” he swallows. “Did you… finish when you were in the kitchen?”

“You were there, Az… You saw me… You know I did.”

“Well, it’s not a matter of your partner reaching completion. If Elain and Cassian both-”

You were unnerved that he knew about Elain as well. “Az, what are you trying to tell me?”

“Maybe you need to, erm, try again? Or perhaps, it is Nesta and not Cassian you truly desire? Perhaps if you-”

“Azriel. Stop with your nonsense ramblings.”

“No, Y/N. You don’t understand! Something must be wrong. Your desires should be satiated by now. Once you bedded the true object of your affection, the potion was supposed to wear off.” His eyes met yours, and you could see that his mind was running a mile a minute. He was still upset, but now concern sat at the front of his mind.

“I assume you tried with Elain first, and when that didn’t relieve your symptoms, you finally gave in to your basal instincts and realized it was Cassian, not Elain you truly desired.” Anger clouded your vision as he continues to spew utter garbage. “But you should be feeling better after your session in the kitchen. I should wake Rhys, perhaps he-”

You vault up to a kneeling position, shoving him with both hands. He staggers back a step.

“The hell you will! Do. Not. Wake my brother. What would be your plan for that anyways? ‘Oh Rhys, wake up! Your sister can’t stop fucking the other members of your Court! Oh please Rhys, come and get your little sister under control before she gets her horny over us all’ Ya, great plan Az.” Your eyes are burning with rage now, and your cunt pulses with a heartbeat of its own. You were yelling and you couldn’t make yourself stop. “Even so, everything I did tonight was something everyone involved consented to. There was no primal urge forcing me to finger fuck myself for hours, to fuck Elain, to ride Cassian. It was me. I wanted those things, and they wanted them too. And it was beautiful and passionate, and intense. I desired them all, hell I still do.” You take a deep breath. “But, did you, even for one second use your tiny brain to think that maybe Elain or Cassian or Nesta aren’t the dominant object of my affection? You stupid Illyrian brute.”

“Who’s left Y/N? Who? Who could it possibly be? Amren? Lucien?” Azriel’s hands fist into the blankets on your bed, his shadows flying, his words disjointed as his mind can’t stop racing. He doesn't notice that he too is now yelling. “Oh, it’s Lucien, isn’t it? I know you used to fuck but come on-”

“IT'S YOU, YOU INSOLENT ASSHOLE.”

Time stops as you watch the shadowsinger’s mask crack. You see a hundred different emotions ripple across his face, joy, wonder, thrill and love? But then you also see, confusion, anger, jealousy, betrayal, sorrow, and disgust. “Y/N,” he whispers, voice horse and cracked, “Y/N, you don’t want me- you can’t want me.”

“For Cauldron’s sake Azriel, I have loved you for the last two centuries! I wept and pined for you as you obsessed over Mor, and then I agonized over you as your affection turned to Elain. Not that I can blame you-”

“I have no interest in Elain.” He declares, eyes locked on yours. “I never did.”

“Bullshit.” You snort, “I’ve seen the way you stare at her, the way you follow her around-”

“I stared because you stared, Y/N. I followed because you followed. Elain is lovely, but it was you, not I, who obviously fell for her charms.”

You are at a loss for words now. Your jaw twitches. What does this mean? He wasn’t watching Elain. He doesn’t love Elain. Your entire body felt aflame. Sweat was gathering at the base of your neck leaving your hair damp. You wanted to combust, thigh trembling at this admission. Your nipples are taut, pressing tightly against your top. Your breath is shaky, “What are you telling me Azriel?”

“I-I, okay look,” Azriel grinds his teeth, “It doesn’t matter. What I’m telling you is that you are mistaken. It is not me you want.” He takes a step closer to you, his knees grazing the edge of your bed.

“Oh, I’m mistaken?” You lift yourself higher on your knees, edging closer to the Illyrian in front of you.

“Yes.”

You can feel his breath on your face.

“Then prove it.”

His lips crash down onto yours. The kiss is hard and rough, but his lips are as soft as velvet. His hands are at your waist, and he is pulling you up until you are flush with his chest. You gasp, and Azriel’s tongue surges forward into your open mouth, dominating your tongue with his own. Your hands snake up to his hair and pull hard at his black curls, bringing his body even closer to yours.

You pull both of your bodies back towards the bed, lips never separating. You work to unfasten his leathers, as you do. Agile fingers make quick work, and soon his chest is bare and heaving, his tattoos stark against his skin under the fae light. Tiny scars dance across his torso as his muscles ripple, and he pulls you to the head of the bed. He kneels above you now, one knee between your legs, hands resting on either side of your head as he braces himself. He begins to pull away from the kiss, so you nip his lip, a shrill whine leaving your throat. A bead of bright red blood wells on his lip. His eyes open, and you see that his pupils are blown wide. He watches your tongue dart out to lick the crimson ichor. His mouth clashes with yours once again, his body pinning you to the bed, as the coppery tang of blood mixes in your mouths. The elixir in your veins sings at the taste of his blood. Him. The very taste you craved.

You roll your hips against him and you can feel the bulge in his pants. Azriel growls, and he brings a hand down to your hips to halt your movements. His hand then travels up your body, leaving a burning trail up to the edge of your shirt. His hand stills for but a moment and you lift your back off of the bed in answer. Your lips separate once more as his hands pull the thin material up and over your head. He beholds your naked flesh as if he were a male damned to the gallows. As if you would be the last sight he sees. You hear him mutter under his breath, a plea or a prayer, but you can’t quite make it out.

“Az.”

He unleashes himself on you.

His lips devour yours, a battle of teeth and tongues. His mouth moves down your neck, leaving hard wet kisses in his wake. He reaches the crook of your neck, mouth suckling your skin. His teeth brush the bruise that is forming there. And then he is clamping his teeth into your flesh. The force of the bite makes your body tremble. The sharp pain causes a scream to rip through your lungs, your hands fly up to grasp his shoulder blades, your nails shredding against his skin. The pain fades to a deep throb, pulsing in time with your needy cunt.

Your neck stings as his mouth pulls away. He offers you a smirk and you can see your blood in his mouth. He’s on you again, lips trailing down your collarbone to the valley between your breasts. His tongue trails lazy strokes against your dewy flesh before his lips clamp around one of your pert nipples. He groans at the taste of your flesh, his tongue flicking against it. You let out a shriek of ecstasy, your hips bucking up against his groin. You thrust against him, desperate for friction. His hand gives your other breast a rough squeeze in response.

“Please Az. I need you.” You were gasping the words, stuttering with every hard suck, “I need you inside me. Now.”

His lips leave your breast with a diabolical pop. “Patience, little one.” A small smile graces his lips, “Not until I’ve tasted your sweet cunt.”

The weight of his body leaves you, but before you can question him, you feel two strong hands clamp around your ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed. Azriel’s thumbs hook into the waistband of your shorts, and they quickly join the pile of discarded clothes on the floor.

You lay completely bare before him. He spreads your legs, and he falls to his knees, eyes in line with your dripping cunt. Your arousal has seeped down your thighs and to the bedsheets below. He utters your name in worship as he lowers his mouth to your core.

He feasts like a man starved, drowning in your arousal as your thighs clamp around his head, your core pulsing with the need to be filled. His tongue flicks against your clit, sending shockwave after shockwave of pleasure through you. His scarred hands clamp around your thighs as he pulls you impossibly closer. His tongue thrusts into your hole and you see white. You are so close to the edge, so close to climax.

“Az-. Az! Please, Please Cauldron, please. I’m close.” You’re moaning, pulling at his hair to make him look up at you. “Please, I want to cum with your inside me.”

His fingers lessen their grip, and his mouth leave your sex. His lips are glistening with your juices, as his hands travel to the buckles at his thigh, removing the sheath containing Truth-Teller, next he works the ties of his boots and pants, both are quickly discarded. With a tug of his undershorts, the Spymaster of the Night Court stands before you in all of his glory, and he is magnificent.

His cock throbs against his stomach as he watches you watch him. He fists his rock-hard length and he looks at you with a question burning in his eyes, giving you a chance to turn him away. But you need him, you burn for him.

“I need you inside of me Azriel.” You can feel the head of his cock brush against your folds, your head falling back and you whine at the contact, “Fuck me. Gods fuck me.” His cock rubs against your sex a few more times, your slick lubricating his length, and then he is slowly pushing inside of you.

Your cunt stretches, and you’re not sure if you’re moaning in pain or in rapturous pleasure. He stills for a moment, halfway inside you, letting your body acclimate to his thick member. He leans down and leaves a chaste kiss against your lips.

“Ready?” he asks, voice low, strained with the effort to remain still.

“Yes.”

He pulls his cock out all the way out, and with a buck of his hips, completely sheaths himself inside of you. Again and again, his hips slam against yours, cock pistoning in and out of you. His cock fills you completely, your cunt stretched as far as it can, and each vein along his shaft rubs deliciously against you. The tip of his cock brushes against your spongey tissue and you whail in bliss.

“Harder.”

He complies, his hips fracturing against your pelvis, driving him further inside of you. Your hands reach around and grab his ass, driving him even deeper. The fae lights are flickering in and out, the bed is shaking, cracking against the wall, and you are screaming, and screaming, insane from the pleasure.

You plummet over the edge, wailing his name as your orgasm cleaves you in two.

Azriel follows you over the cliff, his wings flare wide, and he lets out a roar as his thick cum paints your insides. His pace begins to slow as he continues to thrust in and out, prolonging your pleasure. He stills inside of you but doesn’t pull out immediately, taking his time to fully unsheath himself, savouring the feeling of you around him.

“Y/N…” his voice is hoarse. He starts to pull away, but you just lean in and capture his lips with another kiss.

“Let’s talk about what this means later Az. For now,” your eyes shine bright in the moonlight and it takes his breath away, “for now, can you just hold me?” He nods and swallows hard. Shimming up to the head of the bed, you both slide under your covers, he tucks you into his side, arm draped around your waist. Your head rests on his chest, and you breathe in the scent of his sweat and musk.

You can feel his come slowly trickle down your leg.

You feel complete and satiated. The roar in your veins from the potion has gone, left in its place was love. Your eyes feel heavy and you begin to drift off to sleep. “Told you so,” you mumble. You’re fast asleep now, and miss the look of regret that crosses the Shadowsingers face.

Hours later you awaken to an empty bed.

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How to Fall in Love in Ten Days

+18 series, minors DNI

A/n: Alrighty folks, things are about to start heating up. We’re getting closer to the end 👀👀 As always, let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist, leave your questions, comments, and concerns wherever you see fit, and as always, enjoy 🤍

Content Warnings: mutual pining, sexual tension, a bit of teasing?, voyeurism, masturbation (m!rec).

Word Count: 5.2K

Day Six: The Office

By the time the following day dawned, the overwhelming carnal feelings had subsided, leaving you grateful for the respite. Yet, you knew those emotions still simmered beneath the surface, ready to ignite at the slightest provocation.

The morning sun filtered softly through the lace curtains of the breakfast room, casting a gentle glow over the polished silver and delicate porcelain set for breakfast. The aroma of freshly baked bread and rich coffee filled the air, a comforting contrast to the charged emotions of the previous night. The room itself was a haven of tranquility, with its delicate floral wallpaper and the soft ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner.

Seated alone at the table, you delicately spread fresh plum jam on a warm scone. The scone, still steaming from the oven, melted the jam slightly, creating a perfect blend of flavors and textures. You took a small, appreciative bite, savoring the sweetness that contrasted with the slight tang of the fruit. Just then, the Duke entered, a roguish smile playing on his lips. A rush of relief swept over you at the sight of him, one you hardly fought to hide. Though he looked as dashing as always, your excitement had less to do with physical attraction and more with the anticipation of spending more genuine time together. You found yourself craving this connection just as much as the other. He greeted you with a bow, exaggerated in a way that made you giggle despite yourself.

“Good morning, Your Grace,” he said, straightening up with a twinkle in his eye. “Did you sleep well?”

“Good morning, Your Grace,” you replied, smiling. “I did, thank you. And you?”

“Like a log,” he replied with a grin, crossing the room to sit opposite you. His movements were fluid, almost catlike, and he seemed to bring with him an air of cheerfulness that brightened the room. “Though I confess, I had the most peculiar dream involving a race and a certain charming lady besting me.” He chuckled, his eyes dancing with mischief. He was in a bright mood, and you had a sneaking suspicion it was for reasons similar to your own.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Perhaps it was not a dream, but a vivid memory.”

“Ah, that would explain it,” he said, his tone mock-serious. “I shall have to train harder to regain my honor.”

You laughed again, the sound bright and clear, and Daniel felt his heart lift at the sight of your genuine smile. There was no need to mention the dinner of the previous evening. What had transpired was a testament to the growing feelings between you, and that was enough for the moment. He leaned forward, elbows on the table, his gaze fixed on you with such intensity that it made your heart flutter.

“Tell me,” he said, his voice low, “what shall we do today, my lady? Shall we ride again, or perhaps a walk in the gardens?”

Before you could respond, Sebastian approached and handed the Duke a sealed letter. He opened it, his expression shifting as he read. When he looked up, the playfulness in his eyes was tinged with regret. He cast his eyes to Sebastian and then back to you.

“It appears I am needed in the Duchy today,” he said, his tone apologetic. “There are some urgent matters of business that require my attention.”

The last thing he wanted to do was leave the house without you. He’d found growing comfort and pleasure in being around you, and for the first time in years, the thought of attending to his business irked him.

You didn’t want him to leave either. You had already thought up ideas of what the two of you could indulge in today, and the thought of him leaving left you feeling like the wounded bride you’d felt like on your first days together. You nodded anyway, trying to mask your disappointment. “Of course, Your Grace. Duty calls.”

Sebastian watched the two of you for a moment with a concealed smirk before slipping out of the room again, not missing the way you two seemed perturbed by not being with one another.

“I shall try to return as soon as possible, hopefully with enough daylight saved for at least one activity.”

You shook your head, “Your duty as the Duke comes first. I shall be right here when you return, there’s no need to rush.”

He wanted to shake his head in return. Suddenly his duties didn’t seem as important as spending time with you. If he could blow the whole thing off he would, but unfortunately the matter was urgent.

“Besides,” you added, trying to ease his visible displeasure, “I’m sure there are some things that need tending to ahead of our ball in a few days.”

Daniel smiled, albeit wistfully, and nodded. “Yes, of course. Until this evening, then.”

You watched him go, your heart heavy with the unspoken wish that he could stay. As the door closed behind him, the room felt a little colder, a little emptier. You sighed, turning back to your scone, trying to focus on the day ahead. The jam on your scone seemed less sweet, and the warm, inviting aroma of the breakfast room felt somewhat hollow without his presence.

You spent the first half of your morning in the stables with Elpis. You considered taking her for a short stroll, but it wouldn’t have been the same without Daniel. The remainder of the morning was spent perusing titles in the library, losing yourself in the scent of aged leather and the quiet rustle of pages. The tranquility was a welcome reprieve, but all too soon, Roslyn arrived to assist you in your office, where you finalized the decorations and menus for the rapidly approaching ball. After several hours of meticulous work, every detail was addressed, and Roslyn departed to ensure the plans were executed flawlessly.

While still in your office, you decided to turn your attention to a stack of correspondences that had sat waiting for you in the corner of your desk. Most were letters from esteemed families who had, for various reasons, been unable to attend your wedding, yet each conveyed their heartfelt congratulations and well wishes.

You responded to each letter with the same courtesy, despite recognizing only a few names from your youth, the others were mere shadows in your memory.

After signing the last letter, you gathered the stack and entrusted them to a servant for dispatch. With your tasks complete, you found yourself aimlessly wandering the halls, restless and yearning for something—or rather, someone.

Daniel had not yet returned, and you had exhausted all your tasks for the day. Your thoughts drifted to him—his stories of childhood, the infectious melody of his laughter, and the way his eyes sparkled when you shared anecdotes from your own youth. You realized then that you missed him. It was a strange, almost foreign sensation, this longing for his nearness and, dare you admit, his touch.

Your steps, guided by your wandering mind, led you to the Duke’s office. You paused before the ornate doors, debating whether to enter. The temptation was strong; you had never seen the interior, and curiosity gnawed at you. Secondly, it would offer a semblance of closeness to him in his absence until he returned. You wondered if the furniture retained his intoxicating scent, permeated by his constant presence. And lastly, entering his office would provide a further glimpse into his world, a deeper understanding of the man who was becoming so significant to you.

Technically, there was no prohibition against it. You lived there, after all, and had received no explicit instructions to stay out. Yet, it felt like an invasion of his privacy, especially in his absence.

Your hand was on the knob before you fully registered your decision. Slowly, you turned it, careful not to make a sound that might attract attention. The door opened with a soft creak, and you stepped inside, your heart pounding with adrenaline.

You hesitated in the threshold, taking in the sight before you. The room was a study in understated elegance, filled with dark, polished wood and rich, burgundy leather. Tall bookshelves lined the walls, filled to the brim with volumes of all sizes, their spines a rainbow of faded colors. A massive mahogany desk dominated the center of the room, its surface impeccably organized, papers stacked neatly beside a brass inkwell and quill.

The air was redolent with the scent of aged paper and the subtle tang of leather, mingling with the faint aroma of the cedar wood that paneled the room. It was Daniel’s comforting scent that seemed to envelop you, making you feel as though you were stepping into the very essence of the Duke himself.

The room was dimly lit, the sunlight filtering through heavy, brocade curtains that framed the tall windows. You crossed the threshold and closed the door behind you. Your fingers trailed lightly over the smooth, cool surface of the desk, the texture was pleasing under your touch, a tactile connection to the man who spent so many hours here.

A pair of high-backed chairs, upholstered in burgundy velvet, sat before the desk, inviting and regal. You could almost picture Daniel seated behind the desk, his brow furrowed in concentration, or perhaps leaned back, lost in thoughts, thoughts of you, perhaps.

Your gaze traveled around the room, noting the small, personal touches that spoke volumes about the Duke. A collection of polished stones and fossils was displayed in a glass case, evidence of a childhood fascination that had not entirely faded. An antique globe sat in one corner, its surface worn smooth by years of curious fingers tracing over its continents.

Then, your eyes fell upon a large portrait hanging on the wall across from his desk, and you felt a pang of tenderness. It depicted a young Daniel, perhaps seven or eight years old, standing between his parents. His mother, a striking woman with warm, kind eyes, had one arm draped protectively around his shoulders. His father, stern but with a hint of a smile playing at his lips, stood tall and proud beside them.

The portrait captured a moment of familial warmth and unity, a stark contrast to the solitary figure Daniel often seemed to be. You stepped closer, studying the young boy’s face. His eyes, even then, held a glimmer of the intelligence and determination that had become so characteristic of the man he had grown into.

You reached out, almost without thinking, to touch the frame of the portrait. The wood was cool and smooth under your fingertips, grounding you in the present moment. The sight of Daniel’s younger self, flanked by his parents, stirred something deep within you—a longing to be a part of his life, to share in the history that had shaped him.

Stepping back, you allowed yourself a moment to simply absorb the atmosphere of the room. It was a space that spoke of duty and diligence, but also of personal interests and hidden depths. It was, in every sense, a reflection of the man you were coming to know and care for more deeply with each passing hour.

You crossed back over to one of the cases to inspect its contents further. The glass-fronted cabinet held an array of artifacts, each meticulously arranged. There were gilded trinkets and miniature sculptures, their surfaces catching the light and gleaming with a muted luster. Among them, you spotted an ornate inkwell, fashioned from silver and engraved with intricate patterns, alongside an array of quills, their feathers pristine and elegant.

“Pretty fascinating, isn’t it?”

You jumped with fright at the sound of the Duke’s voice, clutching your chest as you whipped around to see a smirking Daniel leaning against the door frame. How had you not heard him come in?

He didn’t appear angry in any way, but you felt the need to apologize anyways.

“Your Grace,” you sighed, trying to calm the rapid pulsing of your heart, “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to… intrude?”

Daniel stood watching you in amusement for a moment longer, his eyes dragging the length of your body before finding your face again. “There’s no need to apologize. This is your house, you can visit any room you please.”

He pushed himself off the doorframe and shut the door behind him. You were thankful for the privacy, but also fearful of what you might find yourself getting up to without watching eyes.

Daniel quietly strolled further into the room, coming to stand near you by the cases. He folded his arms behind his back and inspected his collection.

"Where did you acquire all of these?" you asked, seeking to ease the heaviness that was rapidly beginning to form in the room.

"Some of these belonged to my father," he replied, pointing out a few, "others were gifts, and some came from my travels." He gestured to a specific item on the top shelf. It was a small silver carving of what appeared to be a kraken, though you weren't entirely familiar with the mythical creature.

"That was a gift from my friend Jacob. He brought it back after one of his voyages when he was only sixteen years old."

"It is most enchanting; he must have paid a large sum for it."

Daniel smirked. "Knowing Jacob, it was probably stolen."

You gasped in shock before both of you fell into a fit of laughter.

Turning away from the case, you began, "so, this is where you spend your days hiding away, is it?"

Daniel felt a twinge of embarrassment at your statement and struggled to find words to reply. Nothing he could say would excuse his childlike behavior.

"It is rather charming," you continued, sparing him from having to reply. "I can see why one would wish to spend ample time here. There is much more to see than in my simple office."

Daniel chuckled. "Only more to get distracted by, if I'm being honest."

You leaned back against the front side of the desk, displayed in a way that immediately heightened Daniel’s senses. He tried not to show his reaction, but he rather liked seeing you there against his desk in that way. The smell of your floral perfume hung ever so slightly in the air, and he fought back the urge to inhale deeply, to experience the way your scents mingled together.

He watched as you inspected the family portrait hung on the wall, wondering what was going through your mind as you did so. In truth, you were trying your best not to look at him for too long. The more you did, the more difficult it was to restrain yourself and all your lascivious thoughts.

But the Duke felt there was too much space between you. He had raced back home to be near you, but this wasn’t quite near enough for him.

He made a movement in your direction, and when he did, your nerves sent your body jumping, causing you to knock one of the items on his desk to the floor with a thud.

"My apologies," you stammered, leaning to retrieve it, but Daniel was by your side in an instant, stopping you from moving with a gentle hand over yours.

You looked from the item on the floor to your hands together, and then into the Duke’s eyes. They were fiery and amorous as he held your gaze. Slowly, he lowered himself to the ground where the item lay beside you. Your breathing began to pick up, and while he lingered so close beside you, you couldn't move a muscle.

With the item clutched in his grasp, he began to rise from the ground, his movements deliberate and languid, a bold hand caressing the blush fabric of your dress as he ascended. Unable to resist any longer, he inhaled your scent deeply, savoring it as a memory to recall later in the solitude of his chambers.

“Your Grace,” you shuddered bashfully, “what…” Your voice trailed off as his touch continued its upward journey. He placed the item back on the desk, his wandering hand coming to rest upon your cheek, the other wrapping around your waist.

It seemed he could no longer control himself, but you did not resist. You wanted to see just how far this intimate moment would go, to see if this would finally be the moment you both surrendered to your desires.

“I could not stop thinking of you while I was away,” he breathed into the small space between you. “All day, my mind was consumed with the idea of being near you again, so much so that I could hardly bear it.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and leaned into his touch, causing an agonizing sigh to spill past the Duke’s lips. Oh, how he craved this more and more.

“I missed you. I could not stop thinking of you either,” you admitted, brushing your lips against his but not feeling bold enough to kiss him. The touch was becoming almost painful to resist.

“Indeed?” he questioned, nuzzling his nose against yours. “What was it you were thinking of?”

When you did not, or more so, could not answer, his hand around your waist gave a gentle squeeze that made you gasp.

“Do not go silent on me now,” he spoke against your lips. “What were your thoughts while I was away?”

The Duke was enjoying this very much, but you found a sense of resilience within yourself not to give in too easily. There was still a silent battle waging.

“Why don’t you tell me what it was you were thinking of while you were away?”

The corner of his mouth turned upward in a salacious smirk. “I can admit my thoughts were rather similar to this,” he quickly assessed the way your bodies were pressed against one another, “amongst other things.”

“Things like what?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

Daniel’s brow cocked. “That would be telling, now, wouldn’t it? And if my duty speaks anything of the man I am, then you would see that I am much more a man of action than of words.”

Before he could finish his sentence, you crashed your lips against his, unable to restrain yourself any longer. He kissed you back with fervor, wrapping you in his embrace so that you would not lose your footing.

It was an ardent tangle of lips and breath, a wild and unrestrained exchange that left no room for decorum. Passion overpowered precision, each movement vehement and perfervid. It was a kiss that spoke of the raw, unbridled yearning that lay beneath the layers of conflict that had consumed your marriage, an intensity that rendered every other sensation meaningless.

When a throaty moan escaped your body, Daniel quickly realized how precipitously the moment was escalating. Summoning the last vestiges of his restraint, he tore himself away from you, stepping several paces back.

It took you a moment to regain your composure, but when you did, the Duke was regarding you with an unreadable expression.

Both your chests were heaving, and you had the mind to seek out his lips again, but he began shaking his head.

“I must apologize,” he said, you could see the disappointment washing away the lust in his features, “I should not have done that. I’m unsure of what has come over me.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but no words came forth. When the silence became unbearable, Daniel stormed out of the room, leaving the door ajar as he distanced himself from you once more.

Things were eerily hushed in Sterling house for the remainder of the afternoon leading up to dinner. You’d closed yourself in your room with your racing thoughts, and figured Daniel had done the same since you had been occupying the only other place he sought refuge in the house.

Roslyn and your maids came to help you freshen up for dinner, but they’d finished early, whisking themselves away to their next tasks, leaving you with a little time to kill before you were expected in the dining room.

Without knowing it, you found yourself wandering the halls like a ghost again.

As you turned the corner to the hallway that Daniel’s bedroom occupied, you were confound to find that the door was slightly ajar. This was unusual, the doors to the Duke’s room were usually always shut tight, even when he was absent. You tiptoed over, feeling ashamed for your constant prying, but you couldn’t seem to help yourself when it came to him. You were led on by your desires, feeling as if you were going mad trying to catch even just a glimpse of your husband.

Peeking your head in, you took in the sight of his room, a parallel to the masculine sanctuary of his office. Dark mahogany furniture, deep green drapes, and a singular shelf lined with books. The bed, grand and imposing, was impeccably made, and the scent of sandalwood lingered in the air, along with the scent that you had come to realize belonged to the Duke alone. His desk, cluttered yet organized, hinted at his mind that was constantly at work; he couldn’t escape it even in the comfort of his bedroom. There was a large painting of a ship at sea hanging over the fireplace, and on the mantelpiece, a collection of small, intricate figurines similar to ones you’d seen in his office earlier. Despite the room’s opulence, it felt distinctly his—a blend of austerity and hidden warmth, but as you looked around, you realized the Duke wasn’t present in the room like you thought he was.

You stepped in further, but stopped in your tracks when you heard a noise coming from what you assumed to be the bathroom.

You were statuesque as you waited for another sound, and it wasn’t long before one graced your ears.

A moan. Low and guttural in nature. You furrowed your brows together, unsure if you had heard correctly, but before you could step closer to improve your hearing, it sounded out again, this time with your name at its tail end. Your heartbeat began to quicken, but you couldn’t seem to find enough common sense to turn and leave.

In fact, you crept closer, your ears seeking out the sounds coming from the other side of the door as if they’d been tuned to them only. The door was closed, but not entirely, all it would take was a small push to open it. And push you did, with trembling fingers, just enough so that you could peer inside.

The Duke’s back was to you as he sat in the bathroom’s large ornate clawfoot tub, his curly hair fanned out over the edge behind him as more ragged breathing and choked groans escaped him. The water from the tub lapped in time with the movement of his arm, and though the tub shielded you from seeing what was truly taking place, you had a rather clear notion of what Daniel was engaged in, having been privy to similar circumstances with your older brother, ones that you tried not to think of in that moment.

This was an intimate moment, one that propriety dictated you should have retreated from the instant you comprehended its nature. Yet, despite your best efforts to avert your gaze and leave the Duke to his private musings, you found yourself unable to tear your eyes away from him.

You watched motionlessly, holding your breath to not give away your position. The way his back muscles tensed every so often, the motion of his arm working at himself, the salacious sounds he coaxed from himself as he did so, it was all so tantalizing. You didn’t even have the mind to feel ashamed for watching, too consumed by the show the Duke didn’t even know he was putting on for you.

Seeing him that way made it very apparent how desperately you wanted him; better yet, needed him. You desired it more fervently than your very next breath. The fear that this longing might wholly consume you if left unfulfilled gnawed at your soul, but it was a battle you no longer wished to wage.

You wanted the Duke, and from the sounds and looks of it, he undoubtedly wanted you too.

When a curse left his mouth with your name again, you found yourself suddenly too overwhelmed, and you retreated from spying before an achy moan of your own escaped.

You made your way back to your room, but you couldn’t wipe the image of the Duke from your brain. And you knew it’d be permanently etched there until you got a chance to endeavor him yourself.

Daniel did not grace you with his presence at dinner that evening; instead, he dispatched Sebastian to reassure you that all was well, though he needed to catch up on some pressing work.

You found yourself grateful for this reprieve, uncertain if you could have faced the Duke after your earlier indiscretion. Moreover, it provided a welcome respite from the internal tumult you had been contending with whenever the Duke was in your presence, allowing you to cultivate an air of tranquility. You sat quietly, savoring your meal, and wished for the presence of the violinist from the previous night to provide some diversion. This solitude was markedly different from the isolation you had felt in days past. You did not feel abandoned but rather content—well, almost content.

Once dinner concluded, you retired to your chambers, silent as your maids assisted you in preparing for bed.

Slipping beneath the fresh linens, you found yourself tossing and turning, thoughts of your husband filling your mind until, at last, they gently lulled you into slumber.

The sun cast its golden glow over a sprawling meadow, where the laughter of children echoed in the warm air. Two boys and a girl played, their faces radiant with joy. The eldest boy, dark-haired and mischievous, helped his younger sister to her feet after she stumbled. Nearby, a young boy with golden curls chased a butterfly, his chubby hands reaching out in earnest delight.

The stately manor stood in the background, its windows gleaming in the late afternoon light. Standing nearby, watching the children with a serene smile, was you, your every feature exuding grace and warmth. Your dress fluttered softly in the breeze, and your eyes, filled with love, followed your children’s every move. You turned and smiled, your gaze meeting that of Daniel standing a few paces away.

“Look at them,” you said, your voice filled with tender amusement. “They grow so quickly, do they not?”

Daniel smiled back, his heart swelling with pride and contentment. “Indeed, they do. It feels as though just yesterday we were welcoming our firstborn.”

The girl, with dark curls cascading down her back, ran over and grabbed Daniel’s hand. “Papa, come play with us!”

Daniel laughed, allowing himself to be pulled into the children’s game. “Very well, but I must warn you, I was quite the champion at hide-and-seek in my day.”

The children giggled, their joy infectious. As they played, you stood back, your heart warmed by the sight of your husband and children together.

Your eldest boy, after hiding and being found, ran to to where you were standing, his round face so similar to Daniel’s it made your heart swell all the more. “Mama, did you see? Papa found me so quickly!”

“I did, my love,” you replied, kneeling to embrace him. “Your father has always been very clever.”

As the game continued, Daniel found a moment to stand beside you again, your hands naturally finding each other’s. He squeezed your hand gently, his eyes reflecting a deep, unspoken love.

“I have never been happier,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “This is everything I ever desired.”

You smiled up at him, your eyes shining. “As have I, my love.”

Suddenly, a rhythmic, persistent tapping began to intrude upon the idyllic scene. The edges of the meadow started to blur, the children’s laughter fading into the distance. The tapping grew louder, more insistent, pulling Daniel from his dream.

With a reluctant sigh, he awoke, the tapping now unmistakably real. His head swiveled until he found the source of the noise. The latch on his window was loose, and the howling wind outside sent the windowpane tap, tap, tapping.

He threw back the covers and repositioned the lock until the wind was no longer a problem. But after his dream, one he hadn’t expected to have in a million years, he knew sleep wouldn’t find him again so easily.

Pulling on some nearby lounge clothes, the Duke slipped out of his room, down the hall, and around the corner to his office.

A few lamps were still lit in the room, illuminating the space just enough that it wouldn’t draw any attention to his whereabouts.

He walked the room aimlessly, something he didn’t do often. Usually, he was right at his desk to work, but he wasn’t seeking work this time of night. He wanted to see if your scent still lingered in the room, hoping to catch just a fragment of your being in your absence. It was faint, but he could distinguish it, and it brought him a foreign sense of relief.

His office, a place he spent many hours, didn’t feel the same anymore. It felt oddly empty, more vast than he remembered it. Colder.

He couldn’t figure out the reason why, until his mind flashed to you again. It was you that was missing from the room, giving it its inviting warmth. The room hadn’t had your presence before today, and so Daniel had never known it any differently. But now that you’d graced it with your presence, the room felt empty without you.

Daniel sighed, running a hand over his face. He was falling for you, fast and hard, beyond the physical attraction.

You were beginning to etch your way into his mind, body, and soul. He was beginning to live and breathe you in a way he’d never expected, and not so soon.

He crossed the room to the window, casting his gaze off into the distance. Though the sky was dark, he could see the storm clouds beginning to form as the trees and shrubbery in the garden swayed with the increasing wind.

He stood there for a long time, the weight of the evening’s events settling upon him. He hadn’t meant to hide from you during dinner, but he felt he could hardly face you after what he got up to earlier. He feared if you saw his face, it’d give away everything he was thinking and feeling. Not only that, but the dream he’d had earlier seemed to begin to blur with reality, leaving him yearning for a future he could scarcely believe was within reach.

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Cheri Cheri Lady

Felix Volturi x fem human reader

Summary: Cherry pie making with the gentle giant Warnings: foul language, a bit of sexual tension, mention of a delusional child, fluff and I think thats it? A/N: This one right here has to be my favorite one, its just cute and I loved working on it, I started it before I left for my trip and wanted to finish it before but I'm glad I didn't because I was enjoying writing this one to much. I always add a bit of myself in my writings, like some of the things I add for dialogue is things I have said or heard or the inspiration to write are things I went through or saw. My biggest inspiration for this one were two things; one I did made a cherry pie a couple of weeks ago and two by the song "Cheri Cheri lady" by Modern Talking. Anyways.....Enjoy💙

Word Count: 2.5k+

(Fuck why is he so fine??? Oh to be approach by him like this😩)

The summer days in Volterra are one of my favorite times of the year, first being winter. I am able to lay out in the sun for hours without the fear of having to run inside for warmth. I could watch the sky that is filled with the fluffiest of clouds and try to spot any recognizable shapes. There was a time I managed to spot a little duckie with my darling of a mate. He spotted a baby on that same day. I don't know if that was a hint or something but it made me blush at his discovery. That day we spent talking about our delusional baby, we decided to have a girl who would have been named Flor. We somehow got into a small argument about how we would react when our ‘daughter’ introduced us to her spouse. I would be warm and welcoming while Felix would be full on cold and distant because ‘no one will ever be enough for my little princess”.

We don't always do that, we like to switch it up once in a while, I noticed lately that Felix likes to do domestic things with me. As of now me and him have our hands interlocked while I lead him into the Volturi’s fruit trees. It’s odd how they have a whole section in their garden just dedicated to fruit trees. They have all kinds there; apples, pears, guava, oranges, plums, and the one i'm currently searching for, cherries. I have been craving cherry pie for a while so I convinced Felix to come with me to pick them out and then we will spend a majority of the day creating this sweet treat. He of course would never question me or even say no, heck he would even let me dye his hair pink if I asked. My sweet loving mate.

We continued our little stroll through the trees, not all of the fruit has bloomed its flowers still linger in the trees. With the small breeze it would weave through the trees, releasing the remaining flowers from its branch and it would land all around me and Felix.

We found the tree we needed, and it was glorious. I haven't had the time to come and witness it in person but Master Caius' endless paintings of the trees were pretty accurate. But there was a small issue, all the branches were a whole foot taller than me, Felix could easily grab but not me for sure. I looked at the mentioned giant who was already looking at me with a smug smirk.

“Is there an issue little rose?”

I pout at his comment because he obviously sees my dilemma.

“Put that pout away doll, now come here”

I walk over to him and I see that he is getting down on his knees. Deciding to joke with him since he bullied me earlier I said to him “Wow there, take me out on a date first at least” I covered my mouth to hold in my laughter but he beat me to it.

“Doll I have pretty much taken you all over Italy at this rate and don't even get me started on our late passionate nights”

I blush at his comment and he gives me his infamous shark like grin. “Now don't make me repeat myself come here”

I hurried to get behind him and he helped me get on to his muscular broad shoulders, that I would so like to munch on if I could. Once I was settled and comfortable enough he rose up to his full height. And I got to say, the weather is nice up here. I feel like I can reach the sky now or I can grab a star like an apple. So this is the tall life that I've been missing out on? It's nice but I like the short life because I can look up at my hunk of a mate and he can look down at me with his cute little smile.

“Earth to my little mate”

“Oh sorry mi vida, the tall life got to me for a minute, what were you saying?”

I giggled in embarrassment thinking he would tease me but he responded with a small chuckle “No worries tesoro , I just asked where do you want to start?”

I quickly scanned the area and spotted a thick branch with the richest looking cherries, they were these dark red, juicy looking orbs. The sunlight was even hitting them like a spotlight, these will be perfect for the pie.

“Those one’s right there”

He held onto my thighs while I held onto my small basket. When he got to the area I was eyeing I started to grab them.

“Here let me hold your basket pitufina”

I handed him the basket to his outstretched hand and paused for a minute at his nickname.

“Did you just call me pitufina?”

“I did”

He didn't even hesitate to answer me either, in a sarcastic voice I answer him “Wow what a darling you are”

“Well it's not like its not true, you're literally sitting on my shoulders because you were to short to reach the cherries”

“Well yeah but I mean your just abnormally tall, and by the way I didnt even know you knew that word”

“Pitufina? Well I needed to do some research and I might of heard it when you were watching ‘Smurfs’ in Spanish the other day”

I started to pick cherries again and continued to talk to him “Mmm but my skin is not blue”

“Well obviously but your short like a smurf”

I love his humor “You know what, Demetri would never hurt my feelings by pointing out my shortness, at least he calls me cara and that's nice compared to pitufina”

“Oh well sweet Demetri is not here to compliment you”

I mumbled as I continued to pick more cherries to fill my basket.

“Your adorable when you mumble, and by the way I can hear everything your saying too so watch that mouth of yours or else”

“Or else what? Gonna ground me or something”

“No its either between a punishment I will enjoy or no Demetri”

I stop picking mid reach “WHAT! Oh that’s just crossing the line, how can you say such a thing, he’s my best friend, we bond over shopping, who’s going to do that with me now?”

“You have Heidi”

“Well yea but how can you take away my sweet Demetri like that, I need both Heidi and Demetri to go shopping”

“Well watch your mouth and there won't be an issue then”

“Fine, man your on fire today with the sass but I love it”

He laughed at my comment “Of course you do”

I eventually, after our bickering, filled my basket with the pretties of cherries I found. Felix set me down gently and he held the basket while I clung to his arm. Oh his arms, how I admire them so much. The way it seems his arms fit perfectly around me, as if his arms were meant to be around me, maybe it’s true because we are mates after all. I swear everytime I see him after training the newborns with Demetri, his arms look more muscular than usual. I don't know if I'm just imagining things but I can guarantee you Felix's arm was not the size of a tree trunk when I first saw him. Or maybe it was, honestly when I saw him all I could focus on was his sweet smile, it was nothing I have ever witnessed, there's no other words to describe it but sweet. Sometimes he will flash me his canines, and I can say they are not fangs, the disappointment I faced when I found out vampires don't actually have fangs. Nevertheless Felix is everything I could ever ask for, I sometimes question myself how I got so fortunate to have someone like him in my life, and to think we have forever.

“Earth again to my little love?”

I blink a couple of times to clear my mind from my endless thoughts on my lovely mate and look up at him with a confused look. Has he been talking to me this whole time since we left the gardens? Wait, how are we in the kitchen already?

“You've been pretty distracted lately doll, what's happening in that pretty little head of yours?”

I chuckled nervously at his observation “I was thinking about you”

“When are you not”

I slap his arm playfully while he laughs at my failed attempt to ‘harm’ him. Cocky son of a bitch, the day when I am turned I will make sure I kick his ass but at the same time I don't think I could actually fight him, it might go a whole other way if I get my hands on him.

“Well you are my lover, want me to think about other people?” before he could interrupt me I decided to tease him “Maybe I should think about Demetri, I seen he has changed his hairstyle lately, and he looks absolutely gorgeous as always, or I could think about Alec, I noticed he is growing his hair out, I need to witness that version of Alec for my own sake”

I didn't even realize as soon as I was done talking I was pinned against the wall and he was looking down at me with his infamous smirk that I love so much.

“Are we done talking now? Or you want to hit at Master Caius too? Hmmm?” He tilted his head at an angle to toy with me. I gulped nervously which only made his smirk widen more as if that were even possible, it was me versus him, him and I, a prey and a predator, a little lamb and a big bad wolf. We had our gazes glued onto each other, we didn't even look away from each other when Demetri waltz in saying

“Hey guys I don't smell pi- oh damn, pardon my presence” and not even when he ran off screaming for Heidi. Felix finally pulled away and instead of his smirk, he flashed me with his cute smile

“Don't we have a pie to make, little rose?”

I nodded, unable to form words yet from his earlier action and scrambled to get the ingredients for the crust out. He decided to sit on the island to watch me and to be there in case I need his help. He looked adorable sitting there, such a big guy and here he is swinging his feet, watching me with his adorable little smile. Why must he be such a cutie patootie, how can this same vampire be also the executor? Literally right now he looks harmless like a kitten, where is the wolf that was close to devouring me on the spot just minutes ago? And I thought Alec was bipolar, news flash it's Felix.

As I was rolling out the dough I felt a small breeze and then pain in my eye.

“Owww my poor little human eye, Felix you son of a bitch you got flour in my eye, owww”

I dropped the rolling pin and was about to blindly search for the sink when I felt another small breeze and was met once again with relief. I blink a couple of times to be met with intense wine red eyes who had the most playful look. I had my eyes narrowed at him while he laughed wholeheartedly. How can I be mad at him when his laugh is the most contagious laugh I have heard? I smiled slightly which only caused him to laugh more

“There it is” He pulled me into his arms to kiss the top of my head “I'm sorry doll, I didn't mean to get it into your eyes but…”

“But what?”

“What did I say about cursing?”

Shit. I'm done for.

“Um only in the bedroom”

“Exactly, I'll let it slide for now since you were pain but next time I won't”

I nod but continue to snuggle into him, whenever he has his arms wrapped around me like this, I feel so protected and safe. He basically has me in a cocoon, there was one time Alec and Jane didn't realize I was in Felix arms and they started to ask him about some grotesque thing that left me traumatized.

“You need to finish that pie doll come on I will help and no more flour play”

“I better not suffer from flour in eyes again mi vida, that did hurt, my eyes were burning”

“And I said I'm sorry already, at least I stop the pain, no?”

“Well yeah but just don't do it again”

“How bout I do this instead”

I saw him reach around me and he dabbed his finger on the remaining flour on the table and bopped my nose with it. I smiled softly again and returned the act instantly. We both started to giggle at our state until he turned me around so I was facing my unfinished pie.

After 6 hours of baking, it took longer than usual because someone could not keep their hands to themselves, the pie was finished. It smelled amazing and it came out beautiful. Felix is weirdly perfect in doing a weave, I didn't even have to show him how, he even managed to add little rose designs to it (in honor of me).

“I think it's too pretty to eat”

“Well I eat you frequently and I always think your to pretty to eat also”

I blush profoundly at his very vulgar statement, he has such a dirty mouth sometimes. I shy away from him from embarrassment and cover my face to hide my red face.

“Hey now, don't shy away, you never get shy in mentioned acts”

“FELIX!?”

He snorts at my outburst “You cannot deny it little love”

“Still, what if someone hears you”

“Love? Demetri has seen you naked before, even though he vowed to never bring it up to you, he has also heard those cute little noises you make”

I snap my gaze at him and stare at him like a fish out of water, damn no wonder Demetri wiggles his eyebrows at me whenever he sees me in the mornings.

I turn away and look at the pie again and back to him “Is that what you and him talk about then, me?”

“Always”

“Wow, i can't wait to be turned so I can kick yours and Demetris ass, maybe Jane will help me too”

His smile dropped and he clutched his chest and dramatically exclaimed “You would want to see your own mate in pain? I thought you loved me? I thought you couldn't bear to see me in pain?”

“Well with the things you put me though I might need Alec too”

“Damn betrayed by my own love of my life”

I chuckled at his theatrics.

“I love you my dramatic amor”

“I love you too pitufina”

Yes this is the life I can't wait to live for eternity with him, my sweet loving mate who has a secret teddy bear side.

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A little translation:

Amor: Love

Mi vida: My life

Pitufina: a nickname for someone who is short or it actually translate to smurfette

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ratsoh-writes · 3 months

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Side Characters Ultimate List!

This list will give a brief summary of each characters role, personality and where they're from! Some summaries will be copied from old posts so if you see any repetitive descriptions, that's why.

under the cut cause its massive

The Royals

Asgore: He's a stern intelligent and loyal ruler when on the job, and a soft gentle giant when off. Asgore reigns as the main king of ebott and his main job is to keep the other royals in line, approve new princes and government officials, and acts as the tie breaker for any laws being passed or taken down. He since had gotten back with his soulmate toriel after the crash, and they recently had a child, Lior.

things he loves: goldenflower tea, gardening shows, tea packets, the color gold, golf, tropical shirts

Toriel: she is a warm witty and caring monster. currently toriel runs the orphanage in ebott city although she does join the royals when important issues pop up. When working with the other royals, she has very little patience and is quite strict, but is gentle with the children. She has since gotten back with her soulmate asgore and they had a child, lior.

things she loves: the color purple, snail pie, children, puns, fancy soaps and conditioners

Winter: underswap Toriel, she is second in line behind asgore on the line of royals, and she normally handles building safety regulations. Winter is cold and a lady of few words when you first meet her, but in reality, she's terribly shy. With people she trusts and likes, she's warm, affectionate and chatty. She is separated from her ex husband plum, but they still have a friendly relationship.

things she loves: the color sky blue, swans and geese, echo flower tea, feather quills, steamy vampire romance novels

Plum: underswap asgore, he works under winter in building regulations and helps put together funds for new roads and bridges. Plum is a flighty and easily distracted monster, but he does do a good job on his work as long as he's reminded lol. he is separated from his ex wife winter, but they still have a friendly relationship.

things he loves: the color lilac, plums of course, pickleball, marathon running, novelty candies

King: underfell asgore, he is third in line in the lineup of royals after winter. King is head of the royal guard and delegates where the troops are stationed (when something calls for large numbers of guards) as well as deciding the requirements to join the guard. King is an intimidating figure, but once you get to know him, he's actually pretty silly and playful. he loves to tease. He's very happy to be separated from summer.

Things he loves: the color scarlet, antique rings, weightlifting, cats, dueling

Summer: underfell toriel, she oversees the standards of ebotts education system at the elementary level. Spring is a very stern and dry monster who takes the rules of polite company very seriously. she is closest with toriel and miss. she's VERY happy to be separated from king.

things she loves: the color orange, sudoku, silk gloves, polite children, fancy notebooks

Spring: swapfell toriel, she is the second main diplomat behind empress and plays the "good cop" when they work together. Spring is a total snake and does a wonderful job playing a bubbly airhead to make others underestimate her. she is energetic, but is in no way unintelligent. she's extremely loyal to her best friend empress. she is happily separated from tatters.

things she loves: the color purple, cherry blossoms, conspiracy theories, velvet dresses

Tatters: swapfell Asgore, he mainly works with funding of the police in ebott. Tatters is a very blunt and straightforward monster who can’t lie if his life depended on it. He’s easily irritated, but loyal to those he likes. He misses spring sometimes but recognizes they weren’t good for each other.

Things he loves: the color orange, apple flavored drinks, tapestry jackets, smoking pot, playing dominoes

Miss: horrortale toriel. While she is still considered a royal, she’s not actively on the board unless it’s an emergency. Miss lives at and helps out at toriels orphanage. She is a tired and quiet but gentle and caring monster. On her good days she’s quite witty.

Things she loves: the color purple, snail pie, children, crochet, puns

Empress: fellswap gold toriel, she is the main diplomat of ebott, and does good at playing the “bad cop” when she works with spring. Empress is extremely skilled at what she does. Empress is a cold, petty and sometimes cruel monster, but is also loyal, believes in rewards as incentive and pays her subjects well. She respects those who she considers deserving of it. She is currently soulbonded to her human husband but prefers his identity stay secret for privacy’s sake. She hates ivory.

Things she loves: blacksmithing, the color gold, small children, fancy swords and armor, strawberry shortcake

Ivory: fellswap gold Asgore, he is the record-keeper of the royals and is in charge ip updating ebotts current history in the books. Ivory is a nervous wreck of a monster and HATES crowds. So he’s known as the hardest royal to meet. Frankly many don’t believe he’s a fell monster as he seems much too soft for it. He hates empress

Things he loves: the color white, history books, pine scented candles, thunderstorms, plum pudding

Medusa: fellswap red toriel, she works with the navy of ebott in ship and weapons regulations. Medusa is a tired yet playful monster. She had an extremely difficult time in her old au due to noble monsters constantly starting rebellions and is happy for a bit of peace in ebott. She is still soulmates with snapper.

Things she loves: snapper, the color pink, her 12 pet snakes, watching the crocodile man on tv, swimming

Snapper: fellswap red Asgore, he determines what maximum jail time and fines are appropriate for different crimes. Snapper is a total busybody, always needing something to do or else he goes stir crazy. The only one he can relax around is his darling Medusa who he’s soulbonded to.

Things he loves: Medusa, the color pink, his 4 pet piranhas, swimming, watching duck dynasty

Eros: underlust Asgore, he is the representative of the farm monsters and handles farming and pesticide regulations. Eros is a kind, sweet and a tad shy ruler. He actually never took the lust serum, and when the board of rulers was formed, gave his title of the lust representative to his best friend charity.

Things he loves: the color powder blue, scenic paintings, pottery, livestock animals, potatoes

Charity: the main representatives of the lust monsters and in charge of ebotts welfare system. Charity is a generous and caring monster, and was Eros’ best friend and advisor before the crash. She loves her job and people.

Things she loves: the color white, fire pits, s’mores, ribbon dancing, pink lemonade

Satin: lustswap toriel, she determines the age ratings of ebotts entertainment and works closely with the mettas keeping them in line. Satin is a total party girl, very extroverted and full of energy. She’s been voted the most popular royal three years in a row once. She is in an open marriage with velvet

Things she loves: the color lime green, pole and arial dancing, gymnastics, theatre, musicals

Velvet: lustswap Asgore, he handles the requirements for reviving citizenship in ebott. Velvet is a very relaxed go with the flow kind of guy. He tends to overshare in conversations but his friendly demeanor keeps people listening lol. He’s in an open marriage with satin.

Things he loves: the color flamingo pink, ethnic foods, mariachi music, musicals, pole dancing

Vamp: he decides what foreign companies are allowed to do business in ebott. Vamp is a beast in the streets when it comes to business deals, and a beast in the sheets when it comes to dutchess and their five other mates they share together. He and dutchess are the only royals to have a living asriel from before the crash, along with two other children.

Things he loves: his soulmates, his sons, the color black, silk bedsheets, fancy three piece suits

Duchess: lustfell toriel, she barters with zeus over the royals budget and what projects they’ll fund. All the planners have to get the ok from her first before continuing. Duchess is very stubborn when it comes to the royal budget, but is quite the spoiler when it comes to her family lol. She adores her five mates and vamp as well as their three children.

Things she loves: her soulmates, her sons, the color silver, pearls, fancy tea parties

Zeus: outertale Asgore, he is the treasurer of the royals and is amazing with numbers. Zeus is playful, a total flirt and has very refined tastes in what he likes to chase after ;). Unlike the other royals, he and Hestia were born brother and sister so obviously no romantic relationship.

Things he loves: the color emerald, pretty humans and monsters, grape soda, leather jackets, motorcycles

Hestia: outertale toriel, she handles the taxes of ebott. Hestia is a calm and peaceful monster. It’s quite amazing how she keeps her cool despite the chaos of the other royals. Very dignified. Unlike the other royals, she and zeus were born sister and brother so obviously no romantic relationship.

Things she loves: the color grey, vintage lace, fancy cars, sunglasses, photography

Venice: dancetale Asgore, he oversees funding the arts in ebott, mainly centers of entertainment like stages. Venice is a refined and gentlemanly fellow. He’s known for being pretty easy to work with and is a big help keeping the peace with the other royals. He and swan are separated but consider each other best friends.

Things he loves: the color yellow, dancing of course, velvet chairs, his cane, binoculars

Swan: she heads the arts department of education for ebott’s colleges. Swan is a regal elegant lady with an open mind and love for all forms of art. She can be picky, but is reasonable most of the time. She and Venice are separated but consider each other best friends.

Things she loves: the color silver, ballet, the opera, dancing obviously, patterned ribbons

Scope: gastertale Asgore, he heads ebotts medical research. Scope has only one love in his life, and that is science! Thankfully he takes his job as ruler seriously, but if the world was perfect, he’d be trapped in a lab the rest of his days. To fulfill the requirement of a second ruler for his people, he appointed his most intelligent apprentice, silk, as his second.

Things he loves: SCIENCE, oh and the color blue sometimes

Silk: gastertale toriel, she created the undernet that ebott uses today, and is both second in command of ebotts medical research and scopes “handler”. She takes great care to make sure her friend and “boss” doesn’t die of starvation when he’s on the cusp of a breakthrough. Silk is a no nonsense kind of monster with a rather dry sense of humor. She’s lovely to be around if you follow the rules

Things she loves: the color black, the undernet, scope and his team of scientists, the researchers of genetic disorders, water bears

Founder: nomadtale Asgore, he oversees ebotts national forest and the dam inside of it. Founder is a calm and gentle monster, he’s just happy to be here in a safe place where his people can prosper. He doesn’t understand smart phones. Founder is happily soulbonded to fey.

Things he loves: fey, the color cream, pine trees, the birds of the forest, swimming

Fey: nomadtale toriel, she oversees the forest with founder and regulates how much logging is allowed in it. Fey is stern but caring, and will put her foot down when founder is too easiky swayed. She understands smart phones but doesn’t like them. She is happily soulbonded to founder.

Things she loves: founder, the color pine green, wild forage, fishing, identifying clouds

Poseidon: seafell Asgore, he’s in charge of the navy, where they patrol and what they do with captured boats. Poseidon is a temperamental and harsh monster, but a good lover to his many SOs. He’s father to three children, only one is recognized as legitimate. He is unhappily separated from Salacia and wants her back

Things he loves: the color coral, sharks, guns, steak, ivory carvings

Salacia: seafell toriel, she handles fishing regulations for ebotts sea. She is a snippy and aggressive monster who takes no one’s sh*t. She has a dark sense of humor. After being cheated on many times by Poseidon, she fathered an illegitimate child herself. She doesn’t want anything to do with him

Things she loves: the color blood red, fishing harpoons, sailboats, romantic walks along the beach, murder podcasts

Lulworth: seatale Asgore, he monitors the politics around the costal cities and the factories there. Lulworth is a total nerd, and a tiny bit of a hoarder. He can’t help it, there’s just so many neat things on the surface to collect! He is separated from lapis but they have a good friendship

Things he loves: the color Ruby red, baseball cards, cool brooches and buttons, anime and cartoon figurines, glass eggs

Lapis: seatale toriel, she decides what cars are allowed to be sold in ebott and road safety regulations. Lapis is a playful and bubbly monster who adores the colors of life! She has quite the eye for art. She is separated from Lulworth but they still have a good friendship

Things she loves: watercolor postcards, the color canary yellow, floral arrangements, maximalist decor, goofy socks

Orca: seaswap Asgore, SAVE THE TURTLES- ahem, sorry, he is in charge of ocean wildlife conservation acts as well as keeping ebotts coastline clean of trash. Orca is a HUGE animal lover and is very passionate about his job. Many say he has a beautiful singing voice too. He and seahorse were ruling partners but were never romantically involved

Things he loves: THE TURTLES, sea turtle green, those tacky dolphin lamps, glass and reusable water bottles, boba tea

Seahorse: seaswap toriel, she funds and plans festivals! She was the first royal to suggest the golden festival and is trying to push for an official gyftmas parade like the humans do for their Christmas. Seahorse adores culture and celebration and believes the way to a happy people is a people allowed to appreciate the beauty of every season. She was ruling partners with orca but they were never romantically involved.

Things she loves: the color navy, every and all holidays, ornate woven grass rugs, her pet seahorse, rubies

Thunderstorm: birdtale Asgore, like Eros, he also stepped down as the bird monsters representative to step up as a representative of the farm monsters. Thunderstorm handles the sale and distribution of land to be used as farmland. He’s a cutie patootie. Just a sweet guy. Every one likes thunderstorm, if you don’t, you just don’t like nice people. He is extremely in love with his soulmate snowfall.

Things he loves: snowfall, the mountains of ebott, the color pale lilac, fine wines, sewing

Snowfall: she maintains and regulates the dumps of ebott and the recycling of trash. Snowfall is an honorable monster who isn’t afraid to do the jobs that others look down on. She’s incredibly compassionate and treats every one with respect regardless of who they are. She is deeply in love with her soulmate thunderstorm.

Things she loves: thunderstorm, the color grey-blue, art made of recycled materials, poetry, mourning lilies

Gallery: theatretale Asgore, he’s the supreme judge of ebotts court when a case gets high enough to reach him. Gallery is a fair and honorable monster, known for being ruled by facts over emotional responses. He is very polite and pleasant to work with. He and melody have a respectful relationship although they aren’t in love. Neither feel a need to search for a real romantic partner at the moment.

Things he loves: the color sage green, antique furniture, soccer, salads, the opera

Melody: theatretale toriel, she handles student scholarships for ebotts art schools as well as finding and lifting up promising new actors and artists. Melody is a flamboyant and loud monster with a love for life and music. She has a stunning high singing voice and has done a few opera roles herself. She and gallery have a respectful relationship although they aren’t in love. Neither feel a need to search for a real romantic partner at the moment.

Things she loves: the color wine, the opera, marble statues, teenagers, the comedy club.

Hercules: outerfell Asgore, he stepped down as a ruler of the outer monsters to represent factory monsters. He deals with workers rights and working conditions of the factories in ebott. Hercules is a strong fellow with a kind heart. He is harsh, but loyal and reasonable when he needs to be. He is separated from nebula but greatly respects her still.

Things he loves: the color black, Van Gogh art, metalwork, spam, sparring

Nebula: outerfell toriel, she’s in charge of ebotts small but growing air force. Nebula is a stern and unmoving monster. She has high standards for her work and hates failure. She however is also passionate about what she does and has high rewards for those who succeed. She is separated from Hercules but still has a great deal of respect for him.

Things she loves: the color sky blue, model airplanes, the shooting range, perfect posture, pickles

Saturn: outerswap toriel, she is set aside as an impartial judge for whenever government officials are put on trial. Saturn is a cool and very straight forward monster who HATES liars. Nobody wants to piss her off, her (totally legal) revenges are legendary. Like Zeus and Hestia, she and mars were born brother and sister.

Things she loves: the color orange, Roman mythology, pasta, her two terriers, lacrosse

Mars: ousterswap asgore, he handles the conditions of ebotts jails. He is a compassionate but strict monster, the perfect man for the job. He is a bit of a tease when it comes to the other royals and is the only one who can mess with his sister Saturn without repercussions.

Things he loves: the color rust red, Saturns terriers, monopoly and other ridiculously long board games, alien movies, doc martins

Fafnir: Draketale Asgore, he grants business loans using the royals budget with permission from duchess and zeus. Fafnir is a playful and gentle monster and a doting great grandfather to his children’s families, and an even more doting mate to Delphyne

Things he loves: Delphyne and his family, the color coffee brown, coffee, his grandkids art projects, baseball

Delphyne: she handles the language side of ebotts colleges working with several departments such as creative writing, foreign languages and reporting. Delphyne is the picture of elegance with a gentle dignified demeanor and a sweet personality. She’s a doting great grandmother and deeply in love with Fafnir

Things she loves: Fafnir and her family, fables, play scripts, the color moss green, slippers

Cupid: Lustswapfell Asgore, he handles propaganda and news station standards. He’s an extremely finicky and nit picky monster, which is great for his job, but bad for anyone working under him lol. The only creatures he’s truly nice to are anything toddler aged and under. He says he likes their honesty. He’s hard to please. He is happily separated from valentine.

Things he loves: the color indigo, morning glories, toddlers, visiting the library, his massive stamp collection

Valentine: she deals with insurance policy regulations in ebott. Valentines is as snobby as Cupid is picky. She hates dirt and grime and requires her working conditions to be spotless. She does love a good bout of gossip once in a while. For some reason, she and ivory are best friends. No one understands it. She is happily separated from Cupid.

Things she loves: the color peach, cheesy sitcoms, gossip magazines, spreading fake rumors to gossip magazines, ivory

Rhea: lustgold toriel, she handles the exports of ebott, making sure things are in good condition before being sold off. She’s a shrewd business woman who won’t rest till she gets the best possible deal. Rhea enjoys the fine things in life as a reward for her duties, like the best foods, entertainment, and the most beautiful soulmate, her darling tiras~

Things she loves: tiras, lingerie, the color blood red, fine jewelry, champagne

Tiras: he handles the upkeep of the government buildings in ebott center. He’s a quiet and shy monster but is also renowned for his beauty despite not believing everyone’s compliments. Tiras isn’t bothered by others attention but always seems flustered by Rhea. She’s the only one who can catch him off guard~

Things he loves: Rhea, the color gold, crochet and knitted clothing, fancy cheeses, … the lingerie Rhea picks for him~

Desire: lustred toriel, she is currently leading the battle against the human and monster trafficking in ebott. She is a vengeful and temperamental monster who can hold a grudge for scary long periods of time. She loves her people and will crush anyone who puts them in danger. Her most trusted advisor and friend is devotion. Their relationship is purely platonic.

Things she loves: the color blood, self defense weapons, teaching self defense classes, polite children, stained glass windows

Devotion: lustred Asgore, he leads the research in fertility among monsters, something he’s rather passionate about due to being born infertile himself. Devotion is aloof but gentle, only close with a small handful of people in his life, the most notable being desire. He’s been in love with her for years but knows she doesn’t feel the same.

Things he loves: desire, the color hot pink, children, frozen yogurt, taking self defense classes

Idun: drakeswap toriel, she works with scopes medical team in researching the disease dimming. She’s an intelligent and brave monster, and a big romantic. She adores her soulmate and wife, eir, a skeleton monster. She rules alongside her brother tyr.

Things she loves: eir, her grandchildren, the color mint, exotic teas, medical equipment

Tyr: drakeswap Asgore, he handles Iduns paperwork and press conferences so she can focus more on her research. He also plays representative for other royals who want to avoid the public eye. He’s friendly and easy to talk to. The public adores him for being “relatable”.

Things he loves: the color bubblegum, public speaking, dad jokes, sunbathing, beard care

Jigsaw: baubletale Asgore, he is also on the medical team researching cures and treatment for LV sickness. He is a frail but incredibly kind and compassionate monster. His bad health means that he’s out of duty quite a bit, but when he is in office, he gets plenty done. His best friend and advisor is marionette. They have joint custody of their cat, puppet

Things he loves: the color salmon, paint by numbers kits, jigsaw puzzles, redemption stories, kittens

Marionette: baubletale toriel, she works with immigration and immigrant rights. She’s a compassionate and happy monster who believes the best society is one that embraces all cultures. So she has a lot of love for the humans in ebott. Jigsaw is her best friend. They have joint custody of their cat, puppet.

Things she loves: the color royal purple, human culture, tshirts with goofy sayings, playing the clarinet, cats

Titanic: Hadaltale Asgore, he is busy making the rest of ebott more accessible to the hadal monsters. Titanic is a curious and passionate monster with a deep love for his people and family. Especially his mates Olympia and voyager.

Things he loves: Olympia and voyager, the color bright yellow, sparring, exploring the surface, sea lions

Olympia: Hadaltale toriel, she has the same job as titanic in uniting the hadal monsters wigj every one else on the surface. She’s the more cautious of the two, taking care to make sure the hadal people are getting the best possible deal. She’s a proud and affectionate monster, and a great lover to titanic and voyager.

Things she loves: titanic and voyager, the color white, sparring, stone carvings, cuttlefish

Cheesecake: flavortale Asgore, he deals with food regulations. Cheesecake just recently took the place of his now retired father mordac, and is still a bit nervous about his job. He is the youngest royal after all. The press nicknamed him cheesecake after a photo of him with cake in his beard was slipped to the public. He’s doing his best to be a good sport about it. The other royal is his aunt meringue.

Things he loves: the color aqua, all cake but cheesecake especially lol, baking, playing poker, tulips

Meringue: flavortale toriel, she handles cleanliness standards of food places and food sold and processed. She’s a jolly playful monster and mercilessly teases her nephew cheesecake and all the other royals. She’s quite close with the more serious ones as someone who never seems put off my their snappy moods.

Things she loves: the color pastel yellow, chickens, ice cream, pickleball, puns

Gloom: Grimm Asgore, gloom is a grimm goat monster standing at 8’7. He has pitch black fur a deep red beard, white eyes and two small nub horns. He is a playful and gentle monster, but has a terrifying protective streak when pushed. He’s in charge of directing the mapping efforts of the underground and providing monthly updates of such. His twin sister and playful rival is Fog.

Things he loves: league of legends lol, apple cider and pie, the color black, frogs

Fog: Grimm toriel, Fog is a Grimm goat monster standing at 8’7. She has a deep red fur, no beard and two large curled horns. Fog is a cheeky and mischievous monster. She has great skill in soothing tempers but is known to hold grudges herself lol. She is in charge of approving designs and locations for the underground highways and towns being built. Her twin brother and playful rival is Gloom.

Things she loves: the color plum purple, Victorian era furniture, root vegetables, trying strange soda flavors, swimming

Gasters

Nook-aster: (baubletale gaster). Technically aster died decades ago. Sick from the radiation on the surface, aster knew she wouldn’t live past her sons first birthdays, so she poured her whole soul into a tin doll she created. The doll, named nook, is merely a reflection of who aster was, it speaks like her, can preform basic tasks, but as time goes on, it’s magic fades away without its creator. Aster did end up living till her son’s second year of life, before she fell down and nook took over. Nook the doll did its best to raise the boys, it fed them, cleaned them, taught them to read and write, and even simple crafts. Thankfully the boys were intelligent, and as nook began to wear and slow, they filled the gaps learning more from the tapes aster left them. Nowadays the doll moves slowly, and only speaks a little at a time. But the boys still adore it and treat it as a true family member

Voyager: hadal gaster, the second father of Pearl and silex, voyager is the mate of titanic and Olympia, and first in line to replace one as a royal if anything had ever happens. Voyager was the parent to carry Pearl and silex of course, and has a very close relationship with the two as well as his other kids. Voyager is a reserved but highly intelligent monster, and was the one who discovered a way to safely bring power to the areas of Atlantis beneath the surface. He always jokingly laments that none of his kids enjoy science the way he does

Kvasir: drakeswap gaster, saga and Hilda’s father, and the retired head librarian, now happy children’s story time grandpa. He’s getting up there in years and wants to spend his retirement days relaxing and sometimes showing up on weekends to read stories to the kids who go on field trips to the temple grounds. He’s a gentle and elegant fellow who adores his daughters.

Shrine: templetale gaster, a rather bubbly monk at the temple grounds, a real sweetie. Every one thinks he’s younger than he actually is. He’s a skilled musician and plays the ambient music inside the library’s main hall

Russet: farmfell gaster, russet is a caring and intelligent monster. She was educated in an area of farmfell where most monsters were enslaved making her stand out. She has issue with the attention being on her because of this, but is doing her best to overcome holding herself back for pooch and their children's sake. She is in goldenvally working as a secretary for a wheat farmer.

Canary: birdswap gaster and the mother of mango and papaya. She’s a younger monster still in her 200s and lives with both of her kids. She’s a bartender by night and a nutritionist student at college by day. She’s a skittish and passive monster but a good mom. Since both of her kids are adults now, she's pretty hands off with their decisions, scared of letting her anxiety make her become overbearing.

Ares: (outerswap gaster) a strong and proud skeleton monster, and head of a medicine company. He misses his kids and has some regrets on how he raised them, but is too proud to apologize. He is not in contact with them. He secretly keeps tabs on helios' sparring career despite everything.

Pavo: outerfell gaster, mother of atlas and Orion, serves on the science board overseeing the core and the power plants. Pavo is rather overbearing at times, but means well. Shes incredibly proud of Atlas for following her more science oriented career, and has some disappointment in Orion but does her best to hide it. She knows it would crush orion if he knew.

Whiskey: (farmswap gaster), the father of cider and barley, whiskey used to tend the vineyard, but an old injury five years ago left him with a permanent limp and unable to do the heavy lifting. So he switched places with his brother and handles the finances these days. He's a goofy monster and always has sneaky hands ready to pinch his wife on the bum. its what she gets for always leaving lipstick stains on his skull and not telling him lol.

Copper (nt gaster): copper is alive and well and is enjoying his retirement years with his children gears and compass. He occasionally enchants the garden supplies they sell in the shop for fun. He spends most of his days though playing pickleball with a group of very aggressive women lol. Copper is a total goofball. He has rather random trains of thoughts and is great at confusing people.

things he loves: pickleball, his sons, teasing his sons, gardening

Roulette: mafiatale gaster, the father of all the mafia skeletons, and to three indiscovered skeletons. Roulette is a tragic character stuck in a state of mourning for his late soulmate, anger at his friends leaving the mafia and despair for a revenge that is no longer possible after the crash. His kids hate his guts. In the roleplays hes now deceased.

Salsa: dancetale gaster, and the doting father of pop and rhythm. Salsa is a driven busybody. He loves keeping his mind active and struggles to relax when he doesn't have anything to do. He is very elderly and is slowing down as the years go by. He works as the event planner for the royals. In the rps hes been retired from this job.

things he loves: his sons, decorating, tropical fruits, violent video games (rps)

Rosemary: farmtale gaster and mother to peaches and rancher. Rosemary is a total tiger of a mum. She's very affectionate to her sons but also overbearing and snoopy. She just wants them to settle down. She's old dammit! She wants grandkids! Dont ever mention to her that youre single, she will try to set you up with one of them lol. she owns and runs a pie making buisness that has really taken off the last few years. enough so that she and her husband yosemite were able to downsize their ranch and put the money away from the land sold to their retirement.

things she loves: her family, pie, bull riding, apples and pears

Morticia Wingdings: Grimmtale gaster, formerly named Aster, she is the mother of thistle and yarrow. Morticia is a tall Grimm skeleton standing at 6’4 and has a dim grey magic. She’s considered bloody gorgeous by Grimm monster standards. A potion accident years ago left her with her neck permanently turned invisible giving her the appearance of a floating skull set atop her shoulders lol. Morticia is elegant and mischievous, loving a good laugh at some dark jokes. She loves her sons and is very grateful that they seem happy in ebott

Alphys and Undynes

Alphys: the nerdy and awkward lizfolk we all know and love. Alphys kept her position as head scientist. She works with her team to really focus on the powerplants and development of ebott. She isn't ever touching biology/magic sciences ever again lol. Since the crash, alphys and undyne became more serious, and a few years ago got married and soulbonded. Even though its been a few years they still feel like newlyweds.

things she loves: ramen, anime, undyne, robotics and mechanics, mettaton

Undyne: the spunky loud river monster we all know and love. Undyne gracefully stepped down from the royal guard to help head the new police force of ebott after the crash. She's the chief over the main cities police units these days, but its hard keeping her in the office. Undyne would rather be out in the streets with the other officers. Since the crash undyne and alphys became more serious, and a few years ago got married and soulbonded. Even though its been a few years they still feel like newlyweds.

things she loves: anime, sword fighting, alphys, the gun range, wrestling

Cookie: (flavortale alphys), cookie is an adorable orange lizfolk monster with dark brown magic and large eyes. She’s the best friend of taffy and co-owns the shop with her and her mate bonbon. They had gone to school together, invented many of their recipes together and even lived together for several years until she and bonbon got married. Now the besties are neighbors on the same street. Cookie is a shy but sweet monster with a love for chemistry and sugar. She is the big inventor along with taffy in their business

things she loves: cookies of course, chemistry, bill nye the science guy, bonbon

Bonbon: (flavortale undyne), the best friend of taffy and mate of cookie, bonbon is the third co owner of the candy shop. She’s a strong muscular river monster with tan scales and cute cream eyes and hair. The three things bonbon loves most in the world is her mate, chocolate and her friends of course. She has a head for numbers, handling the budget of the little candy shop, and doing her body building exercises in her free time. She’s a cheerful and bubbly monster.

things she loves: anything chocolate, bodybuilding, cookie, suduko

Robber: Underwest undyne, and despite the hilarious nickname, shes no criminal but is in fact another sheriff of Goldenvalley, and has a friendly rivalry with partner. She’s still new in her job and goes to him for pointers a lot as well. Shes a bright and spunky monster, but still rather uncertain of her job as its her first time having an official title. Thankfully robber is a humble monster unafraid to ask questions.

things she loves: old western movies, cowboy hats, mettaton lol

Prairie: Underwest alphys, and partners closest friend. She breeds raptors and goes to him to train all of them. She owns a cute plot of land that she raises goats on as her primary source of income. Breeding raptors is a long and tedious job, definitely not something one can easily live off of. Prairie is a serene calm type of personality. She has a way with animals making them feel secure in her presence. Partner would've put a ring on her years ago if they ever had romantic feelings for each other.

things she loves: raptors, beer, her goats, plaid print clothes

Marcheline (drakefell undyne): She is the third in command of barins guild should anything happen to barin and arwin. She is faithful, incredibly strong, harsh, and has little tolerance for whiners. She trains the new guild members as well as helps keep up the mines. She is an incredibly tall draconic river monster with pitch black scales, moss green hair, and a pair of large curling horns that are dusted gold to match her gold eyes.

things she loves: lizfolk monsters, mushroom and bear soup, hunting

Piranha (fallout undyne): she’s a tall moss green and orange haired river monster, standing at 6’4. Piranha was only 16 when her whole world fell apart. She had been very close with her neighbors, the Wingdings. Lens’ parents babysat her, her whole life while her own parents had to work. So it’s no surprise that lens trusted cricket with her after the fallout. She thought he’d be back in a few months. Those months turned into years and piranha assumed the worst. She easily forgave him when he showed up after the crash. it was a terrible uncertain time. Piranha would rather have her adoptive older bro back than hold old grudges. However the fighting between cricket and lens make that hard. She works as a professional blacksmith

things she loves: koi fish, cricket and lens, boxing

Libra: outerfell alphys, she works for the mettas in their special effects department. Libra is a rather snappy monster. She's a perfectionist when it comes to her work and expects her team to live up to the same standards. But man is her work amazing. She secretly craves romance but worries she's too harsh to ever find a prince or princess charming.

Saggita: outerfell undyne, one of the royal guards who personally protects the royals. she is usually seen with the royals Hercules, tatters, or plum. Saggita is stoic and elegant. She's the picture perfect guard when on the job. However she hides a secret. The reason the three royals keep hiding laughs in meetings? Its her, Its all her. Saggita is notorious for the finniest dirty jokes whispered under her breath. There's a reason she's their favorite guard.

Acres: (farmswap alphys), the older cousin of the farmswap boys, acres is part of the large tribe of monsters that makes up the goldwheat brewery. She is in charge managing the shipping of the drinks, and also raises pigs on the side. Acres is a dirty monster, in body and mind lol. She's always a bit muddy looking from her job, and she's a raging perv. she loves human women especially~

Tink (nt alphys): tink is currently writing volume two of the nomad history. She’s doing very well financially after the first book and has already been commissioned by some of the other royals to write their histories. She's excited for the opportunity to work with the elusive royal, ivory.

Tempest: mafia undyne, she is Wild. full of energy, a fiery temper and just sheer audacity, tempest takes the world by the balls and makes it her b*tch. she is the adoptive older sister of the mafia skeletons, and has been both a loyal older sister and friend to them. She has been placed in the navy by the royals since the mafias rehabilitation and has been missing her family terribly.

things she loves: guns knives explosives and firrworks! oh and the color orange

Storm: underfell undyne, storm is a girly and bubbly monster, very unlike the majority of fell monsters. She's confident and unafraid to stick out though. She is still lifetime besties with edge, his one ally besides red in the underground. She works as a police officer alongside undyne on the surface. The two get on famously.

things she loves: the color pink, frilly dresses, kickboxing, sparring, fencing

Twister: underswap undyne, Twister is just fkn insane. Absolutely crazy, totally nutty. Imagine someone as passionate as undyne, aggressive as edge and as energetic as star, with a scientific inventing mind of pluto and you get twister. She's rather manic but adoring to the few people she truly calls friends. Honey, the only monster not terrified of her when they were in elementary school together, is her lifetime bestie lol. She works as a royal scientist in the weapons' division.

The Grillbys

Grillby: Grillby is a monster of few words. He’s not shy, just not the talkative type. He does have a lovely laugh though. He’s a bit of a snoop and uses his very impressive poker face to act like he isn’t listening in on his customers conversations lol. If you need good gossip, grillby probably knows all about it already ;) He owns the bar, grillbys that now has two locations! The main one is in the heart of new ebott of course, and the second is a slightly more classy version in Steeler! While he’s technically the owner, grillby still serves as the bartender in the ebott city location.

Things he loves: greasy fast food, suits, cute little dogs, playing poker, his soulmate of course, puns, juicy gossip

Felby: underfell grillby, he is a very grumpy hissy monster. He’s the perfect picture of “get off my lawn!!”. He’s unusually solitary for a monster, prizing his peace. While he is charming when he flirts, he never seems to keep relationships for long. This fact doesn’t seem to bother him though. Felby had an illegal moonshine bar before the crash, and afterwards, using those skills of his in making unnecessarily strong drinks, he had a fake license made and now runs Fireball, a club only for those wanting to get absolutely wasted. It’s located in Steeler city. He is the father of red and edge

things he loves: alcohol, hook ups, rap music, leather clothes and furniture, the ocean

Spinby: underswap grillby, he is… he’s something that’s for sure. This guy is totally nuts. Combine a hippie, a circus performer and a child who just drank a 5 hour energy and you have Spinby! He’s incredibly creative and even more bouncy. And he dresses like a walking rainbow lol Spinby owns an adorable milkshake and donut cafe in mettaland! The whole building is all rainbow pastels and he’s famous for his candy inspired shake flavors! The place is called sugar-spinner!

things he loves: greasy fast food, suits, cute little dogs, playing poker, his soulmate of course, puns, juicy gossip

Steallby: swapfell grillby, he is a very anxious monster. He’s quiet around strangers and does his best to blend in with the background, but with friends he’s a bubbly chatty monster. While he can play the nasty aggressive fell monster, he’s really just a shy baby. He’s a sweetie if one gets to know him Steallby owns a small hole in the wall restaurant specializing in soup and bread! He calls it Soul food, and it’s located in the slums of new ebott

things he loves: fresh baked bread, stainless steal cooking wares, bird feeders, winter foods, snow, soft spoken people

Grills: horrortale grillby, he is even quieter than grillby if that’s possible, and somehow is even nosier lol. He’s stopped caring about acting dignified and is quite obvious when he’s eavesdropping. He’s a gentle sort of personality, and despite his scary appearance, many consider him soothing to be around Grills was hired by grillby when leaving the institution healing the horror monsters after the crash. He works weekends as the bartender on grillbys days off

things he loves: any food, his soulmate frost, reality tv, comedy shows, card games

Chillby: outertale grillby, she is a sweet and playful monster who seems to just ooze curiosity. She’s an experimentalist and is all about those new life experiences. She prizes variety and adventure above all else Chillby is a rather famous food critic in ebott. She’s a great writer with a sensational flair to her reviews, and her good media presence means that cafes and restaurants are actually excited to see her.

things she loves: sweet foods, airplanes, zip lines, hiking and her soulmates of course

Farbon: drakefell grillby, he is a stoic and dutiful character. He doesn’t have much of a sense of humor but is kind enough to pity laugh even if he doesn’t get the joke lol. He’s also oblivious as hell and will not know if you flirt with him. He works as a blacksmith, focusing more on precious metals and small dainty creations instead of the more large hardy creations of other drakefell monsters. He’s commissioned pretty often by Ollivander to make decor for his banks.

things he loves: gold and silver, his soulmate, pretty metal trinkets, spring flowers, potatoes

Dolby: theatretale grillby, he is not one for noise or theatre despite the au he’s from. Instead he’s a man of the written arts. It makes him considered unusual to his fellow theatre monsters, but outside of that au, he’s seen as a rather chill and average guy. He’s a normally quiet monster with a talent for telling jokes at the best time. You never know when he will speak, but when he does it’s hilariously amazing. Dolby owns a simple cafe in Steeler called cup o’ coal. Its main seller is coffee of course but it also does sandwiches. The cafe is pretty popular with artists and writers because of the book clubs Dolby likes to host there, and the very comfy seating areas

things he loves: his soulmate, poetry, coffee, whipped cream, tragedy novels

Phoenix: birdfell grillby, his wings aren’t the only big thing he has ;). His ego is massive. Being treated like a prince because of his looks has definitely creeped into his personality. Thankfully he’s a sweetie at his core, and while he can come across as big headed and condescending at times, he’s also very generous and friendly with every one around him. Phoenix is one of ebotts top models. He’s in every years swimsuit edition despite not being a water type monster, and he’s especially famous for this one photo shoot advertising mellow marts new type of cheese by posing on a fur rug and pouring the melted cheese all over his… actually that’s not important. The pictures are a collectors item now though since they’ve been retracted.

things he loves: cheese, showing off his beautiful body, photo shoots, pedicures and manicures, photo shoots with babies and baby animals for those sexy calendars of hot men holding adorable things.

Kelby: fellswap gold grillby, she is fierce, stern and magnetic to those around her. She’s a monster many look up to and idolize. And she really is all that. She’s an incredibly talented individual who can back her confidence up. Don’t cross her though, her temper burns hot. She’s the owner and head chef of a prestigious seafood restaurant in Steeler. Her place is a favorite of the royal, Empress and for good reason. Everything tastes heavenly. She runs her kitchen with an iron fist

things she loves: seafood and meats in general, ballet, weightlifting, champagne and pretty scarves

Wilds: (horrorfarm grillby) the grandfather of maple and moose from their mothers side, and an extremely kind monster, wilds is a teacher at the elementary school in the farm district. He teaches the fourth graders. He used to have a chili pepper farm before the crash, but sadly gave up farming afterwards, not having the energy to start over

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Angler (hadaltale goat): aged 140, angler is the oldest prince and the first child of the royal trio, Olympia Titanic and Voyager. She was carried by voyager and fathered by Olympia. Angler is a strong aggressive but loyal monster with a tail resembling that of an angler fish.

Pacific (hadaltale skeleton): aged 122, pacific is the second child of the trio, carried by Olympia and fathered by voyager. Pacific is an elegant monster with a taste for drama. He’s clever and known for catching people in lies. His tail resembles that of an orca

Bermuda (hadaltale goat) aged 80, Bermuda is the third child of the trio, carried by titanic and fathered by Olympia. Bermuda is… eccentric. He’s a wild card who can’t be predicted, but he loves his family so no one worries too hard. He works closely with the navy. His lower half resembles a blue finned shark

Atlantis (hadaltale goat), aged 2 and named after the city in ebott, Atlantis is the newest member of the royal family. She was fathered by titanic and carried by Olympia. She’s a bouncy and giggly toddler with a big fascination for hot wheels. Her tail resembles a spiny pufferfish

Antoine: theatretale, the soulmate of the royal gallery, she is a soft and plump cat monster with sage green magic and white fur. Antoine doesn’t like the spotlight and is a master at avoiding the paparazzi

Belle: theatretale, the soulmate of the royal melody, she is a gorgeous black furred goat monster with curling horns and a soft pink magic. She recently had their first kids, twin goat monsters, and is on maternity leave with them.

Daylily: a lily-like petal monster from templetale and the soulmate of shrine and mother of zen and shield. Daylily (or Lily for short) is also a monk on the temple grounds and is one of the main garden keepers. She’s a gentle and warm soul, well to those who don’t flirt with shrine that is.

Eir: a slender skeleton monster, mother of kvasir and the soulmate of the drakeswap royal, Idun. Eir is drakeswaps royal scientist and the head of the dimming research team. She's an elegant and soft spoken monster who shies away from the spotlight.

Jenn: a soft grey coated goat monster from drakeswap, kvasir’s (drakeswap gaster) soulmate and the mother of hilda and saga. Jenn owns a rather fancy wedding catering business and is a classy monster, but she is easily fed up all the stuffy rules of the royals. She’s glad her soulmates and kids aren’t required to be part of it.

Sicily: a splotchy looking Ruby red water elemental with blue eyes, she was duchess’ childhood friend and started as duchess lady in waiting when she was politically married to vamp, but soon was named their consort a year later. She was the monster who carried (lustfell) asriel (fathered by vamp) and later carried their second child as well (fathered by duchess). She’s also labelled a prince for her contributions to the plumbing system that powered hotland in their old au. She’s extremely intelligent but considered quite ugly by monster standards with blotchy uneven color in her water ecto. However duchess and vamp always reassure her she’s gorgeous in their eyes. She’s clearly the favorite of the five.

Lady: a black furred wolf monster with yellow eyes/magic. Lady caught vamps eye with her successful business selling shoes with hidden knife compartments. She was invited into the harem shortly afterwards after getting duchess’ approval. She’s refused an offer of prince good but has a position under zeus department handling the finances

Withergate: a very large goat monster with navy-grey fur, curly horns and deep blue eyes. Withergate was a soldier in the guard who had a way with words. Dutchess liked his poetry and with vamps approval he was added to the harem. He also serves as the children’s personal guard and helped raise them just as much as Sicily.

Rue: another goat monster, with white fur, a grey beard and no horns. He has a pale yellow magic/eyes. Rue was a prostitute underground and simply just amazing at his job. He earned both royals approval easily. He’s a tad lazy but serves well enough as a butler and entertainer when he isn’t with one of his beaus ;)

Melladrew: a pure black skinned volcanid with pearly peach eyes and magic. Melladrew was originally on lustfells science team developing the lust serum. He had been the first scientist to test it on himself. That’s how confident he was in his and his teams creation. His bravery impressed duchess and vamp and he was included in the harem after the serum became common place. He also has the title of prince for several other discoveries in the fertility field.

Kevin: a coal grey mothra monster from ????. Kevin is a strangely solitary monster. No one knows much about him but he's very friendly when approached. He lives retired as an on and off park ranger. The secret son of temmie.

Things he loves: mythology, sparring, large acres of unoccupied land, cows, giving people identity crisis'

Gomez Wingdings: the father of thistle and yarrow, Gomez is a large strong ogre mage with pitch black skin of ogre monsters, dull purple eyes, and no hair as is typical of the humans of his au. He is very happily soul bonded to Morticia. Gomez is a kind and goofy fellow who’s a total simp for his wife. He isn’t sure why his wife was so eager to take on the name Morticia after the crash, but he supports it. He loves his sons dearly.

Venom: Grimm muffet, venom is a small spider monster with a plum purple skin, thin black hair and adorable pale grey eyes. She’s aged 92 Venom is a close friend of thistle and yarrow and was their babysitter when she was younger. She is a popular potion maker specializing in potions aiming to help those with good hygiene. She buys most of her ingredients from the Wingding covens farm.

Belle: the mother of rowdy and the aunt of partner, bell is a skeleton monster aged 400 exactly. Having lost her sister and husband before the crash due to sickness and a bad rain year, she was extremely protective of rowdy. Even after the crash she sheltered him, causing him to run in order to accept the job and room partner offered. Partner and Belle had a huge fight over this and aren’t on speaking terms anymore.

Juniper: a brown wolf monster from nomadtale. Juniper is a confident playful wolf who’s ears are always perked for some juicy gossip lol. She has trouble keeping her tail still, it’s always wagging. If it is still, she’s either tired, mad or very very hungry. She works weekends at peppers nail salon, and she weaves enchanted storage baskets for extra cash.

Things she loves: nail art, basket weaving, ice hockey, ice fishing, the snow, colorful vests, pepper

Devi Thorns: a spunion from horrorfarm. Devi is pretty straightforward and honest, but that’s mostly cause she just has no sense of sarcasm. She much prefers dad jokes as a sense of humor. She’s a bit innocent and doesn’t pick up on when others are being rude, or when they’re trying to flirt. She is a firefighter stationed in goldenvalley. She's worked with partner before.

Things she loves: goat milk and cheese, long hoodie dresses, riding horses, fireworks, whittling, Smokey the bear

Argo pantheon: A blue grey sky serpent from outertale. Argo is serious and stoic when on duty, but cheeky and goofy when off it. He’s the kind of guy who would let little kids crawl all over him, but if any tone deaf adult tries it, he bites a finger off. He likes his personal space bubble. Kids are the only exception since he likes their innocent honesty. He is one of the navy seals on Captains ship.

Things he loves: being the fun uncle on the ship lol, anything teriyaki, spear fishing, watching thunderstorms, playing chess, wrestling.

Dwight Welwood: A pale blue swiftee from underswap. Dwight is a shy and jittery swiftee. He has trouble talking to new people and tends to cling to those he knows well when out in public. When he’s comfortable with someone though, he’s quite witty and has a dry sarcastic sense of humor. He works for a publishing company and is a friend of honeys in the same DnD group. He is the older twin between him and blight

Things he loves: DnD of course, fantasy novels, final fantasy games, anything legend of Zelda, battle bots, and goth girls

Blight Welwood: a blue grey ogre from underswap, Blight is outgoing, bubbly and fiercely competitive. He adores smack talk and gets along best with those who have a sassy side to them. Blight tends to be very physically affectionate with people straight off the bat as he’s used to that treatment from his clingy brother and mother. He coaches basketball and is in honeys DnD group. He is the younger twin.

Things he loves: DnD, battle bots, anything Star Wars or Star Trek, basketball and karate, cuddly monsters/humans.

Flight Welwood: a yellow swiftee from underswap. Flight is a bossy and jumpy Swiftee. She’s a bit anal when it comes to having things clean and put together, but is pretty chill when herself and her home are up to standards. She loves her family greatly. She works as a nutritionist. she is the older sister of blight and dwight.

Fun fact: she’s currently in a relationship with cinnamon, a bunny monster from underswap and an older cousin of star and honey.

Talin Welwood: A dark grey ogre from underswap. Talin is a loud boisterous monster and incredibly competitive as every other ogre. He’s got a softer gentler side though for his beloved mate lune, something only she seems to bring out. His friends always joke he’s a different monster when she’s around. He owns a popular fashion line catering to larger monster types. The father of dwight blight and flight.

Lune welwood: Lune is soft spoken and a bit jumpy although she does try hard to challenge herself when it comes to interacting with others. When she’s with Talin though, she gets more energetic and playful. He brings out the confidence in her. She currently works as a car Mechanic. The mother of dwight blight and flight.

Cinnamon Snowtuft : A greyish cream bunny monster from underswap. Shes a spunky and ditzy monster. Her clumsy side while cute, can get her in a lot of trouble at times. However she always has good intentions. She works at a comedy club in mettaland doing skits and serving drinks. She's an older cousin of honey and star.

fun fact: cinnamon is currently in a relationship with Flight, a swiftee in underswap.

Dogfellow: Dogfellow, a beagle like dog monster from lustfell, is a very successful investor. His main focus is businesses catering to canine type monsters and other furry monster subspecies, and ice cream businesses for some reason. Like many other lustfell big wigs, he has multiple mates, four to be exact, and has five children with them all. He’s worth nearly 200 million G. He considers marcello goldenfoot his greatest rival.

Bea Elvis: bea is a simply adorable whimsum from dancetale. She’s got an incredible movement to her, a very graceful dancer, and a brilliant mind. Bea invented a type of cgi that can mimic some of the more serpentine or tentacle like monsters movements better than other programs can. She patented her code and sold it off for a hefty profit and nowadays spends her time appearing on game shows for fun. She’s worth 4 million G. She’s also secretly married to napstablook

Mauve chiffons: mauve is a spunky shrew mouseling from farmswap who made her fortune selling insurance to farmers that covers bad crop years and broken equipment. She’s a wonderful example of simple honest work. Just a stand up gal. And her business employs many. She’s worth about 12 million G. Mauve has no relation to the farmswap boys, but does love their families beer.

Jonny Swartz: Jonny is a crocodile monster from underfell, and is a classic redemption story. Having been pardoned from a life sentence for theft and attempted murder in underfell after the crash, Jonny decided he was going to do everything he can to take advantage of this clean slate. So he made the AEP (apprenticeship employment placement), a company designed to take your application and find any available jobs or apprenticeships near you for the job you want. And they don’t accept payment until you get your first paycheck. There wasn’t anything like this in ebott until Jonny started it. Anyways he’s worth about 10 million G (but that might go down soon since he got caught in another murder) he punched red in the face once

Juliet mars: she’s a taller than average air elemental from outertale. Before the crash, she developed a special type of greenhouse that grew the few crops they had in space even better than the natural elements could. Her design now has been converted into what ebott uses for their AC and heating systems in buildings all over as it’s low cost to make and saves power. She was also a mentor to Pluto when he was still and apprentice back in their old au. He refers to her as aunty mars. Juliet is worth about 45 million G.

Marcelo Goldenfoot: a blue grey bunny monster from lustfell. Marcelo is a playfulm, charismatic and very intelligent monster. He is just simply talented with people and can pull a good business deal out of thin air. He's a big family man as well. He loves his work, but would definitely rather spend time with his mates and kids. He has some hoarder tendencies. Marcelo owns Mellowmart, ebotts biggest grocery store chain, and golden standard, ebotts main shipping company, as well as a variety of smaller but equally successful businesses. He's worth about 850 million gold and is ebotts richest monster

Things he loves: struggle grubs, bug meat in general, his mates and kids, early morning runs, exotic fruits and veggies, colleting historical items

Mallow Goldenfoot: blue grey bunny from lustfell. Mallow is the older brother of marcelo. Mallow is amazing with numbers and budgeting but is extremely shy and reserved. He’s technically the co owner of the companies with Marcelo but is happy to let his little brother take the spotlight. Mallow is single and likes spending time with his nieces and nephews. He has no desire to find his own family and sticks to Marcelo like glue

things he loves: murder mystery novels, his nieces and nephews, number puzzles, soothing music

Majorie Goldenfoot: white bunny from lustfell, the mother of marcelo and mallow. she’s enjoying her older years as a simple manager at one of the grocery stores. She’s extremely proud of her boys and loves her grandkids

Ronan Goldenfoot: a ginger bunny from lustfell, the first mate of marcelo. Ronan is a confident and stern monster, and a business owner herself, co-owning several of Marcelo's businesses. She is just as much of a collector as her husband. several of the other mates were brought in by her. While her and marcelos relationship isn't sexual, they are still deeply in love.

things she loves: monsters that arent other bunnies lol, her mates and kids, fencing, goin to the gun range, collecting fine art

Yolanda Goldenfoot: a topaz yellow flame elemental from lustfell, the second mate of marcelo. Yolanda is a sweet and rather vain monster, but for good reason. she's bloody gorgeous. Yolanda had stayed home with jade to care for the children most of her life, but now that the family has decided to stop having more kids, she wants to get back into modeling when the youngest ages out.

things she loves: gemstones, modeling, her kids and mates

Jade goldenfoot: a grey green bunny monster from lustfell, the third mate of marcelo. Jade is a spunky and goofy monster. She was originally hired as a nanny, but quickly fell in love with marcelo ronan and yolanda and was added to the family for real. Jade loves to play her way through life, and her happy go lucky personality brings light to all her mates days.

things she loves: puns and pranks, her mates and kids, rollerblading, dancing

Mint Goldenfoot: a half breed stone golem from farmtale, the fourth mate of marcelo. Mint is a hard working, kind and gentle monster. Her natural elegance attracted ronans attention, and she was soon added to the family after the crash. Mint provides the voice of reason to the five others when they start getting too big headed lol.

things she loves: fresh produce, her mates and kids, gardening, pro wrestling.

Percy Goldenfoot: a French immigrant human man, the fifth mate of marcelo. Percy is a curious intellectual and a very creative guy. His open mindedness and playful personality attracted marcelo and he was the last mate added to the family after the crash. Percy is the adventurous one in the family, encouraging his mates and kids to expand their horizons.

things he loves: monster culture, his mates and kids, computers and coding

Marcelos nieces: Rodney, Widget, Darla, Fern

Marcelos kids in order of age: Mellow (oldest, bunny), Fabian and Damian (bunnies), Darwin and Houdini (fire elementals),Topaz and Agate (fire elementals), Charlie (adopted, whimsum), Bodoni (adopted, skeleton), Nancy (adopted, human), Huey and Bella (bunnies), Lavender (stepdaughter, stone golem), Forest (stone golem), Lacey (bunny)

Mellow Goldenfoot: a blue grey bunny from lustfell, the oldest child of Marcelo and his mates. Mellow is ambitious and gutsy just like her father. She wants to be the one to inherit the family businesses far in the future. She's curranty running her first business, a lumber company. She relies on her dad, mum ronan and uncle a lot for advice

Lacey goldenfoot: white bunny born in ebott, the youngest child of marcelo and his mates. Despite being six already she hasn't spoken yet, but it doesn't keep her from making friends and doing well in preschool. she really likes kinetic sand and bluey

Damocles Cassia: an orange vlock from mafiatale. Damocles is a… well let’s just say he’s a total slime-ball. He’s a slick convincing businessman who can flatter away the gold out of anyone’s bank account with a wink and a smile. He likes to hide his intellect behind a playful and carefree exterior. One think you can count on with him though is his pride in his products quality. Damocles only sells the best! His biggest flaw would be his tendency to monologue and how much of a smug b*stard he is whenever he wins at something. He owns and runs a mattress store. He was an ex mafia lord and has ties to don and madame.

Things he loves: playing poker, fancy beds, clothing in jewel tones, earrings, moonshine, guns, knives, tacky tourist shot glasses, humans.

Diane Swann: a powder blue dual colored vila from birdtale. Diane is an outspoken and confident monster. She’s bold, never shying away from a fight and is loved by fans for her dry humor and elegance when arguing. Plus she isn’t afraid to show herself behind the scenes of the show, often posting herself in non-modeling scenarios, even if the picture is unflattering. She is one of ebotts top models and works closely with the mettas, and previously with pepper.

Things she loves: nail polish, feather wax, cute hair claw clips, her pet zebra finches, the color beige, anything cinnamon flavored, trying to discover the secret shampoo that Queen toriel uses, pedicures, the opera and Fortnite and tik tok dances lol

Saffron Allspice: crimson cen-corn from horrorfell. He’s a very sarcastic sassy and almost aggressive monster when you first meet him, but those who are close get a soft, sensitive and affectionate, but still sarcastic fellow. He just cant help the snark, its in his blood. He's a craft glassblower and window maker. He is currently dating harley.

Things he loves: pasta, dumplings, marshmallows, any sort of doughy food, very colorful decorations, jousting, and soft squishy monster subspecies and humans

Paprika Allspice: a peach biped-corn from horrorfell. He’s a very straight forward unicorn monster, and doesn’t grasp sarcasm very well. He's aware of this though and is pretty good at asking people questions if he isn't sure about their tone. He's a chef at a waffle house. He is the (older) nephew of saffron.

Harley Zambrana: a brunette human woman from undertale, Harley is rather crazy at times, but is usually just bubbly. Shes a massive flirt and has a thing for larger monsters especially. She used to work at willows bakery but recently landed a job designing concert flyers for the mettas. she still pops in to harass her old boss from time to time. She is currently dating saffron.

things she loves: cheese bread, willow and saffron, her pet rats, drawing and sketching

Dice (Darren): mafiaswapfell sans, he would’ve been the oldest of the mafia brothers if he had been discovered. He’s about 175 now. He’s a very serious regal/elegant monster and a numbers genius. He moved up from a lowly factory worker, to manager, to a personal clerk, then finally as a personal accountant to a very affluent family. On the surface, the humans he worked for though didn’t cross over in the crash as well. He started from the ground up and now owns a fancy casino.

Gamble (Gabriel): mafiaswapfell papyrus, he’s 130 years old and the younger half brother to dice. He’s not roulettes son but their mother’s second child with dice’s stepfather. Gamble isn’t particularly book smart, barely reading at an elementary level, but he’s incredibly personable and his goofy bubbly nature makes it easy for others to like him. Dice had gotten him out of the factory as a coffee boy to his humans, and nowadays gamble works as a bartender at dices casino. He’s a sweetie and is married to his long time sweetheart Cambridge, another skeleton, and they have a child together.

Cambridge: Gambles mate, Cambridge is a skeleton monster from underswap. He is all of gambles self control and he knows it lol. Cambridge is a stern and slightly spicy monster, but a loyal and doting mate to gamble. He worked as a trash man but is at home right now as their child is still rather young.

Slugger (Samantha): mafiahorror sans and a half breed skelehon, aged 166. She’s a blunt and a bit temperamental monster. A previous head injury before the crash left her with one working eyelight and very bad migraines. Slugger worked all her life in a meat packing facility barely making ends meet. Her mother, a rich human lady, dumped her in front of an apartment building filled with factory workers to hide the shame giving birth to a half breed monster would bring her family. After the crash, she took up the same job, working for mellow mart in one of their own packing factories, now enjoying much better pay and a home that has much more space than the shoebox apartment she used to live in with her brother.

Steel (Solomon): mafiahorror papyrus, clearly their mother didn’t learn after having Samantha, because she continued her affair, having Solomon just eight years later. Aged 158, Solomon was identified by the factory workers as being related to slugger by his scent. He was given to her and when he was old enough, joined his sister at the meat factory. Steel is a gentle soul, the light of his sisters life and has always been the one to always forgive her when she snaps at him. He’s since grown more of a spine since the crash as his sister also became softer, less stressed now that they aren’t struggling. He works as a cashier at a mellow mart and is trying to pass online high school.

Sans: a moss green bat from farmtale. sans has always had a love for nature and keeping things beautiful. She’s not the brightest monster, never got good grades, but she’s always been a hard worker and good with her hands, so ranger is the best job for her. She volunteers for trash duty most days and spends her time cleaning campsites in the forest and patrolling trails. Her father is a skeleton monster hence the font name. She lives in the same ranger circle as moose and maple

Akira Todds: dark brown garbee from lustfell. Akira is a confident and bold monster. She loves herself and wants others to find love for their own bodies. She thrives off of attention, but isn’t the type to put others down. She craves proper competition and has been known to train up other models and really sell their looks just so she can get some new rivals. She’s fun to mess with and doesn’t mind being the butt of a joke as long as eyes are on her. She is ebotts top model and was a rival to pepper.

things she loves: grapefruits and grapefruit juice, her son and his siblings, soft pajamas, self portraits, social media, realistic art and photography

Dallas: he is the resident mage on hook and captains crew. He’s a mouseling mage and is a little dwarf of a man. He’s a total crazy scientist kinda guy but he’s a loyal crazy scientist and loves his captain. He and his cousin who is a human both work as the curse-breakers and shipwrights. They’re from the farmfell au

Hunter: an olive skinned human man from farmfell. He is the cousin of dallas. Hunter has a strong sense of justice, and so stole his mage cousin away from their toxic family before the crash. Hunter is a sturdy character whos never afraid to speak up for his sense of right. Hunter is a navy soldier on captains ship with dallas.

Pooch: a red houndlike dog monster from farmfell. pooch is the mate of russet and the father of ram and pitch. Pooch is a shy passive monster. He had a hard life in his old au, but is slowly breaking out of his shell now that he's in ebott. He worked in a jam factory when living in the city, and now has a job as a farmhand for a wheat farmer in goldenvalley.

Snow Thumper: a white bunny from lustswapfell. Snow is a flirtacious and goofy character. She just loves to tease her friends and loves to (censored) them even more lol. Snow is a yes man, she's great at hyping people up and getting a party started. She is one of the prostitutes at the brothel and is in a bit of a weird "situationship" with Sir.

things she loves: dancing, summer fashion, pastels, casual hook ups, exploring new places, drinking games

Nefree: a large handsome wind elemental, he is the father of papaya. He is no contact with canary and the siblings and doesn’t know where they are. They haven’t spoken since papaya was born. Hes very good at being flattering, but has a short temper and is rather racist towards humans. His treatment of mango is what led canary to leave him. He currently works as a road paver in ebott city.

Lewis: a frail 89 year old middle eastern looking man and the grandfather of rook and harpy. (Their mother had been a half breed). Harper is enjoying his retirement on harpy’s vineyard as an “official wine taster” lol. He has a good relationship with his grandkids and is not so secretly glad that there are no more babies in the family lol

Selene: a deep blue flame elemental and the mother of Helios and Artemis. Selene is a flighty monster, always looking for something shiny and new to keep herself occupied. She is not in contact with her kids and is secretly glad she isn’t responsible for them anymore.

Jerry Hereberry: a fillerblot from undertale, jerry is the man everyone despises lol. Hes rude and condescending. He's smart enough to know this, but hard headed enough not to care. He works at the DMV and gets his rocks off by torturing people who just want to get their paperwork done in a timely manner.

Robin: a family friend and the adopted mother of quill and crow, Robin is a brunette human lady from birdtale who helped (birdtale gaster) raise her children after her ex walked out on her. Robin is enjoying her retirement in the farm district raising turkeys. The boys visit as often as they can. She's a gentle and chatty soul. Their visits to her are always longer than they expected.

Gamma: a flayer monster from fallouttale. Gamma is the only other surviving scientist on the team who made the bombs. His quick thinking in jumping continents is what kept him and lens alive in the fallout. Gamma feels no guilt over what happened, putting all the blame on the leader who pushed the button. But he does want to work hard in making up for his past. He works in the royals military testing weapons making sure they stay on code. Gamma lives with lens and is a supportive but distant older brother figure

Poppy Talliwag: a brown mousling monster from undertale. poppy is an incredibly curious and rather nosy monster. She’s one of those people who has to know everything. And with her adorable face and cheerful personality, she gets away with way more than she should. She’s a spoiled but sweet princess. she is a nuclear engineer apprentice at the core where sans and lens works. She just started so she’s mostly a coffee girl right now as she does her studies, but she’ll be getting more important jobs after she passes her introduction. She’s terribly clever but a bit of a clutz so she makes her coworkers worry. She works in the same department as sans.

Avenir Wingdings: a skeleton monster from farmtale, the younger brother of rosemary and uncle to peaches and rancher. He’s a sweet guy but has a serious case of rbf face which runs in her family. Thankfully rancher and peaches don’t have it. He owns a small herd of dairy cows on some shared land. Hes soulbonded to a whimselot monster and has two children with her.

Kavish Lyer: a human indian immigrant man. Kavish is almost 30 now, he already has a masters in dermatology and minored in chemistry. He’s a very studious man and comes from a large family of doctors. His parents are supportive of his interest in monsters and he’s hoping that once he’s finished and is making some money, that he can pay for them to come here to retire. Kavish loves ebott and wants to stay in this country. He is the only other person to live on the same floor as the mafias in their apartment building. Kavish is a bit of a shut in and honestly has no idea his neighbors are anyone important. He barely remembers they’re skeletons most days

Hydros: gorgon monster and father of atlas and Orion, retired captain of the royal guard of outerfell, runs the outer-AUs history section of the planetarium. Hydros is a monster of research, often lost in a book on battle strategies. Hes pretty forgetful when it comes to his own health and needs pavo (outerfell gaster) to make sure he doesn't starve to death lol. he spoils his sons.

Mama bug: (horrorfarm muffet)the grandmother of maple and moose on their fathers side. she’s THE beekeeper of ebott. Sure there are other monsters, but bug has the monopoly, and she will steal any swarm that stands in her way lol. Mama bug is a real beast of a spider monster. She will practically combust if she gets bored. she needs to always feel busy somehow.

Carmen: the human mother of cider and barley, she’s a real southern belle happy to help in the family brewery. She manages the one vintage bar the family still owns. Carmen was raised in a mexican household in her old au and still keeps a lot of her culture close. Shes very strict on making sure her boys keep up their spanish. She gets so annoyed when her husband whiskey pinches her, so she sneaks lipstick stains on his skull in retaliation.

Hissy: (farmfell catty) she hosts auctions where the farmers will sell tools, animals and antiques. She’s a shrewd dealer but her auctions are always the best. Hissy lives up to her name by having some famously loud hissy fits. She was born with an amazing pair of lungs. She has a massive crush on brass but isn't sure how to confess.

Brass: (farmfell bratty) she’s named brass because she’s a blacksmith, and her “calling card” is the brass “B” she puts on all her work. Anything made by brass is rumored to last a lifetime. For a monster, that’s really impressive. Her name is also an indicator to her tough as nails personality. Brass is a patient and stoic monster. She knows catty has a crush on her and cant wait to see how long the cat monster takes to break and finally confess.

Jezebel: a pink bat monster from lustfell and the mother of lush and pepper. she is a vain, snobby and sometimes entitled monster, but she can also be kind and so so sweet. She was the favorite in lustfell gasters harem for being the only one to have kids and enjoyed her status immensely. Jezebel is very proud of her boys and visits often. For work she is a dealer at a high end casino. Jezebel knows her card games and is a master at catching the cheaters. Plus she gets the best gossip there. The work is only to keep her occupied. After gaster died, she was left a very nice inheritance.

things she loves: card games, gossiping with the girlfriends and pepper, gambling, antique store shopping, getting her claws painted, kickboxing, and making homemade salsa.

Jeggar Downy: a reddish orange sunsport from lustswap. Jeggar is a determined and loud spoken monster. He’s never been satisfied being on the sidelines of life. He lives for attention and the roar of the crowd. He’s the lead singer of a heavy metal group named ‘Breaking the Barrier’ and his group has recently become very popular in the last four years. His childhood best friend is sparks. They still keep in contact.

things he loves: singing and screaming, songwriting, debating politics, collecting old album cds, watching buzzfeed unsolved, weightlifting, and taking silly personality quizzes on the internet.

Helia Grant: a sunflower petal monster from lustswap. Helia is a total extrovert. She makes friends fairly easily but gets along best with fell monsters and other lusts. Her easy going nature is hard to resist, even for the grumpiest monsters. She still lives with her parents who are extremely proud of their wild child. She’s a flirt like most lust monsters, but prefers committed relationships over flings, but because of how busy she is, dating is kinda on the sidelines for now. She’s a private event planner and the personal assistant to Satin (lustswap toriel). in the roleplays shes salsas replacement after his retirement.

things she loves: dancing (especially aerial dancing), collecting sunglasses, caring for her pet leopard gecko, trying new smoothie shops, soccer and tennis.

Hawkins: a skeleton monster from farmswap and brother of whiskey. He works in the vineyards with most of the family and is soulbonded to two bunny monsters. Hawkins is a sweet guy, but a bit gullible. He is whiskeys favorite sibling and barleys favorite uncle.

Misty maylee: an orange tabby cat monster from seatale. misty is a driven and spunky monster. bubbly when she's in a good mood, and sassy when she's ornery. Her mood switches up and down easily. She is the childhood best friend of jasper. She's working as a tour guide for seashore.

things she loves: swimming, jet skis, cute hats, tapestries, hiing fishing and human culture.

Frisk Dreemur: now an adult, frisk is an ambassador of ebott, often traveling on the job. They are still the same curious and somewhat flirtacious kid that saved the underground, they just have a big kid tote to go with it now lol. Frisk is out of town half the time, so when they are in the country, they try to spend as much time with their husband as possible.

Monster Dude-Dreemur: previously known as monster kid, monster dude is all grown up, and his friendship with frisk blossomed into a romance as they both grew together. Hes happy being the househusband for his lovely spouse when they're out of the country.

Whisp Duke Dreemur: a yellowish orange lizfolk half breed monster and the child of frisk and monster dude. whisp is only a toddler right now. she loves snails

Lior Dreemur: the infant son of Asgore and toriel. The royal baby is still only a few moths old, but despite this is beloved by the nations people.

Merlin Smelt: a teal and orange shyrin from dancetale. Merlin is a rising singer praised for his rich deep voice and jazzy style. He's stage shy though. He is a bit jittery like all shyrins and while he does want the spotlight, he doesn't think he can handle it lol. He has a big crush on vibrato.

Weave: (muffet) a red spider monster from nomadtale. Weave is a co-owner of a steadily growing boutique. The other owner is lush. Lush handles all the money part of owning the business, while weave is in charge of filling orders and training the other employees. What makes her boutique special is that she can enchant clothing to make it more durable, stain proof, and stretchier. She’s a life saver to a lot of monsters. Weave is a total sweetheart. She’s a soft spoken, snuggly, generous and kind monster. And she gets flustered very easily. The best way to get weave blushing is to complement her work. She’s very proud of her clothes. Or give her potato chips. It’s her favorite treat

things she loves: fabirc, potato chips, temmie flakes, lush

Marco Reyes: a hispanic looking human man from texas. His stepmother (also human)is from farmtale though. Marco is a playful guy whos notorious for matchmaking lol. He wants all his friends to happily pair up, and has been surprisingly successful at this. He works at a rice mill and leads a scout troop on the side. He is best friends with rancher.

Charles Barkins (mr corgi): a corgi-like dog monster from mafiatale. once a former mafia goon, now royal guard. He works alongside snipe on king Asgores security team. He deals more with the physical side of the job like the actual guarding and testing the royals food for poisons and such. Mr corgi is a laid back and somewhat catty fellow. He's a huge gossip but loyal to those who have his respect. He is snipes only friend outside of family

things he loves: hunting, rifles, sparring, crossword puzzles, camping, the color blue, farmtale monsters, ribs, breaking fingers during interrogations, babysitting his niece, snow days, fuzzy sweaters and mittens, and mixing drinks

Harper White: a blonde human girl born in ebott. she's in her senior year of high school and on weekends and Wednesdays and Tuesdays she works as a cashier at willows bakery. Shes reliable but she also just loves to annoy willow so much. She keeps changing the radio station in the store and trying to get him to let her film tik toks lol. She's a good kid though and plans to keep working at the bakery when she goes to college.

Mr Campbell: an older human man from birdswap. His full name is Brian Campbell. He is the manager of the bakery when willow isn't in that day. Brian is a good friend to his boss, honorable enough, and a great scheduler. He's a kind fellow and takes the leftover bread at the end of the day so he can feed the birds with his grandkids. His wife attends noirs yoga classes.

Danny Gage: A straight black haired woman from mafiatale. She was the ex best friend of snipe before he was whisked away by the mafia. She's a practical lady, Always looking for the logic behind an argument first. Shes a licensed therapist specializing in psychopaths and sociopaths. She is the one currently working on ace's case. She and snipe are aware of each other, but due to her profession decided its better to stay distant.

Temmie: secretly a fae from ?????, temmie is a monster from ????, wait no temmie is a monster species- why do they have the same name, are they speaking in sync-. forget all that. the collective known as temmie own a chip factory called temmie flakes. nobody really knows what theyre made of but they sure are delicious!

Yosemite: the father of peaches and rancher, and the mate of rosemary. Yosemite is a large tree golem from farmtale. He is a silent stoic monster but is really just a gentle giant. Hes happy to let his wife take the reigns and do most of the speaking for him. He helps out in the family pie business. On the side he makes leather crafts but its more of a hobby really.

things he loves: his family, pie, wrestling, cattle, bull riding

miller: the new baby brother of rancher and peaches, miller is a toddler tree golem born in ebott. He only just started talking, but he has a lot to say about his mums and dads pies! hes fascinated with the kitchen.

Lilo: a goblin monster from nomadtale, lilo is a young adult who just entered her 20s. she's soft-spoken and gentle. She's a creative lady but isn't sure about what she wants to do with her life yet, but she's looking forward to all the possibilities. Lilo works as a cashier and stocker at gears and compass' garden shop.

things she loves: pretty coins, mint bushes, bandanas

Winnie: The daughter of sugar, winnie is a half breed monster who was born in spain to her human mum, and shipped back to ebott when she was a few months old. Her mother refused to come back to ebott and didn't want the shame of raising a monster child. Sugar had no idea about his daughters existence until she was practically left on his doorstep. winnie is now 10 and is a cheerful kid. She loves everything barbie and is in beginners color guard. She used to be fluent in spanish but is slowly loosing the language

Titan: a large black scaled river monster from outertale. Titan is the father of jupiter and pluto. He's retired from the royal guard and is living his best life at seashore with his small pack of rescue dogs lol. Titan is an intimidating figure, you can just feel the seasoned warrior in his aura. Hes kind to his sons though and makes an effort to understand plutos interests despite having no head for science.

Wisteria: a wisteria petal monster from nomadtale, wisteria is a spunky and rather aggressive monster. She never backs down from a fight despite being rather weak in magic. She's sassy and has a great sense of humor. She works as an electrician in mettaland. She is infertile, but she and her husband just had a baby via surrogate together.

Linden: a green raccoon monster from nomadtale, linden is a goofy but passive kinda guy. He likes to go with the flow of life and feels no need to rush things. He works as a janitor in mettaland, sweeping up the park. His mate wisteria is infertile, but they were recently able to have a baby via surrogate.

Frankie: a brown chigupa from lustred. Frankie is a spunky bright eyed monster. She’s bubbly and cheeky. She loves teasing her friends and can be a terrible gossip sometimes, but usually she means well lol. she currently has an apprenticeship at a local hospital with the labs. Her tasks are mostly to clean equipment now, but she hopes she can move up and get certified to be an anesthesiologist. Frankie was previously part of the same orphan pack as pesto and Flambe and is still close with her pseudo brothers, even though they no longer live close. She’s been offered a job at the brothel and if her apprenticeship doesn’t work out, she plans to take it.

Things she loves: goofy looking pens, instant noodles, memorizing pharmaceutical drug names, pole dancing, breaking bad

Sylva Heifers: a green triadscog from drakeswap. Sylva is a graceful intelligent well bred monster. She’s considered a beauty by others, and it doesn’t help that she comes from an important family. She’s distantly related to the drakeswap royals and saga and hilda as well. She’s quite close to her little cousin Hilda who looks up to her pseudo auntie. Sylva is also friendly with zen and Alden and Ollivander. Sylvas family is known for their beautiful architecture. Hilda finished her apprenticeship with sagas family and company, and they were the ones commissioned to work on the temple and some of the tombs in remembrance. She’s currently thinking of retiring so she can finally settle down and have some children with her soulmate before they become too old

things she loves: her soulmate Drew (goat monster), rose quartz, buildings with large towers, chess, poetry, fried artichoke hearts.

Berkeley Dickens: a carashield from gastertale, Berkeley is a well spoken dignified and elegant fellow. He was born in high society and worked hard to respect the customs and rules of his ancestors. He has a scientific mind like many in gastertale, but takes it in a different direction with an interest in music! So despite having the attitude of the stuffy “silver” (gaster) monsters, he’s considered a bit of an oddball in his au Barkley is a conductor for a prestigious orchestra in ebott. He writes the music they play as well, designing the songs for the way the sound waves make people feel over the actual sound. However many adore his music and his shows are always packed

Things he loves: music of course, the piano and cello especially, fencing, lemon flavored ice treats, his cat Beethoven, the color navy blue, fancy pens and stationary, winter

Cotton Lee: an orange maedae from outerswap, Cotton like every maedae before her is a real spitfire! She’s got a lust for violence and her biggest goal is to be a professional fighter and to someday beat every fighter who’s ever won ebotts freedom festival battle royal. Especially Helios, she’s modeled her fighting style after him after all. While cotton is feisty, she is also a compassionate child and loves feeling helpful. Her parents found that the easiest way to keep her out of trouble is to make her feel like she’s in charge of or responsible for something lol.

Things she loves: sparring, fighting, any form of combat, Godzilla movies, her mom’s vintage frilly dresses, stealing from her moms closet, Helios, GI Joe, lace bows.

Mozzy stewart: a ginger and cream vamboa monster from farmswap, Mozzy is a huge goofball, he loves to play and joke around. And of course he lives up to his monster subspecies by being a huge flirt. However he tends to get sidetracked while picking up chicks/dudes and winds up making friends instead. Oops. Mozzy comes from a long line of butchers and follows the family business working in his parents butcher shop. He’s mostly behind the counter slicing the meat and packaging it. He takes a lot of pride in his job and hopes to inherit the shop when his parents retire as the only child who works full time there.

Things he loves: baby back ribs, pork loin, tri tip, sloppy Joe sandwiches, barbecue sauce, hosting barbecues, gardening, hook ups, hair care, volleyball, swimming, the lake

Brie Stewart-Bakers: the oldest sister of mozzy, she’s the one sibling who came out a normal human. She’s 78 now, and her husband passed two years ago from a heart attack. Brie is starting to slow down, so Mozzy moved in with her to be a helping hand. She was like a third parent to him so they’re very close

Middlemist: a rusalka from baubletale, Middlemist is very stuck in the clouds. She’s a rather distracted sort of person, always caught in the stories she makes up in her head. She’s kind and goofy when you catch her attention though! Middlemist works in Mettaland as a voice actor in the same cartoon stitches voice acts for. She plays both the main villain and the female love interest character. She’s absolutely obsessed with the cartoon she works for and operates a well known fan blog for it as well. She's a friend and coworker of stitches.

Esther Mogs: a malgoth from the factory monsters (mafia aus), Esther is a gentle and guarded character. She was in a rough area before the crash and worked half to death in a concrete factory. The crash was her big break, and taking that opportunity it provided, she managed to get herself in school. She just recently graduated college and got her teaching degree Esther just started work at a little primary school in ebott city. She works with the younger kids, a mixed group of kindergarten humans and monster children who just got control of their magic. She adores her job so far but can’t help but be skittish around one of the kids parents despite their positive history.

Feller Belted: a gleeko from underwest, Feller is a playful friendly guy. He’s super chatty and loves to hear about people’s stories. Something about him makes others wanna share, and he often winds up as an accidental therapist at the bar lol. He’s madly in love with prairie and is planning how he’s going to romance her with the help of his mate and best wingman genius, another gleeko. Feller is a farmhand in Goldenvalley. He’s a surprisingly good climber for a gleeko and works on various farms trimming trees and harvesting. When farm work is slow, he makes some killer jam to sell.

Mother Gothel: the grandmother of thistle and yarrow and the mother of morticia, she is one of the 30 fae who stayed on the surface. It’s unsure what au she’s from, but she currently has a child with a male witch from the grimms. Her husband has since passed years ago. She has a second child as well who passed of old age 10 years ago. Gothel has been traveling the world in memory of the older one visiting all the places he wanted to see. she typically takes the form of a skeleton with black bones. She says she’s like an albino skeleton but reversed. But she also takes the form of a woman with black hair, silver skin and the eyes of a crow. And when she’s feeling peckish, she takes the form of a crow owl folk.

Hansel Merlin: a bunny from grimmtale, hansel is part of the merlin coven and is the childhood friend of yarrow. Hansel is a little ball of anxiety. She has trouble talking to new people and can stress herself out so much she faints lol. Despite that she’s determined and always willing to push herself, if yarrow is there of course lol. She’s a very curious bunny and refuses to let her anxiety hold her back from chasing her dreams!

Things she loves: yarrow (like a brother), seafood, rock climbing, jump rope tricks, dancing and human women lol

Jeanie Snowtuft: a denim blue bunny monster from underswap, jeanie is the maternal aunt of star and honey, and the one who took in her nephews and helped star raise honey when their parents dusted. Jeanie is the second youngest daughter of the snowtuft bunny family and one of 11 siblings. She has a bunny soulmate, Bleau, and together they have 8 children (and honey and star who might as well be their kids too). Jeanie is a generous, kind and cuddly monster who always has an ear ready to listen and a shoulder to cry on. and she smells like brown sugar. anyone who doesn't love this mama is lying, yes you do.

things she loves: her kids and grandkids, baking, honey and star, american cop shows, nail care, true crime podcasts

Bleau Snowtuft: a chocolate brown bunny monster from underswap, Bleau is the soulmate of jeanie and the uncle of star and honey. He worked very hard his whole life to help support his nephews and kids, and hes finally been able to retire after the crash- no wait, his kids are having grandkids now. Bleau is enjoying his "retirement" days as a full time grandpa now.

Major Ell: a scruffy looking dog monster resembling a terrier with an overbite. Major is from underfell and is a notorious scammer. Hes well known for showing up at every festival in ebott and running game stands that nobody ever wins prizes at. He used to be one of the royal dog guard working under edge in snowdin.

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