#Hoping for Pookie skin in the future

[hottestwitchinthefog]

I... was misled by the leaks. I thought I was getting THIS pookie:

they gave us 2007 evanescence emo leon

ON THE BRIGHT SIDE I HAVE WESKIE'S SUIT NOW

[the-kr8tor]

Hiiii 🤭

Hopping here to request a Reader x Ekko where they're just two love birds and R sneaks into his "office" because she just missed him :( and then one thing leads to another and they're kinda carried away by each other.. that until duty calls up and R watches Ekko switching from loving future husband to the Leader of the Firelights

Love you!!!

Hihihi thank you sm bleaky for the idea!!! Another fic straight from our dms 🤭 I hope you like it, pookie ❤️

Pairing: Ekko x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Tags: use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader, reader is a childhood friend turned lover, Firelight! Reader, lovestruck! Ekko, no s2 spoiler, cw suggestive, FLUFF!

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The hoverboard whirrs softly from under you, with the moonlight peeking through the leaves of the beloved tree, bathing you in its dappled silver glow. The breeze carries ashen smoke amidst the scent of sweet dew filled flowers.

You lean forward slightly, guiding the board gently towards the open window of the tree house where a certain someone is burning the midnight oil on his workbench. You perch yourself over the window, careful not to make any noise as you slither your way inside. Hopefully staying as a surprise for Ekko.

He felt you before he heard your grunt and the unmistakable sound of your head bumping on the windowsill. Smiling tiredly, he twists in his chair to look at you fondly while you cradle your poor head from the recent bump.

“You know I gave you a key for a reason.” You can practically hear his amusement from his tone.

“Where's the fun in that?” You chuckle, palm patting at the blooming headache. “I thought I'd surprise you.”

Ekko roams his eyes over you as your smirk grows wider with every second he ogles you. “I think you forgot the surprise.” He points at your empty hands, tilting his head to the side in case you've got something hidden behind you.

“Ekko, I'm the surprise.” You wink at him, arms raised to your sides in a ‘here I am’ gesture. He shakes his head with a smile, watching you as you saunter towards him. “You should be asleep.” Your hand finds its place on his cheek, he looks up at you, eyes soft under the warm light of the desk lamp. He leans against your touch, lamenting at the way you gently scratch at his nape. “You can do this once you get some rest. Your board will still be here tomorrow.”

He swears he can fall asleep with your tender touch and voice lulling him to slumber. “I can't,” he sighs, reluctantly pulling away from you to return his attention towards his board that glows softly with green light. “we have something planned early tomorrow.”

Your heart softens for him and his determination. “Am I part of that something something?” Sitting down on his desk, far enough to give him space to work but close enough for you to poke his leg with your foot.

“Not this time,” he glances at you, finding you huffing in place as he screws in the blades tightly. “You still got that shoulder thing.”

“This shoulder thing is alright now.” He raises a brow at you, head shaking lightly. You sigh, surrendering. “Fine, it's acting up again, but it's technically better.” Ekko hums in reply, elbow deep inside the hoverboard. “Kind of. Can I at least help? I don't like feeling useless.”

His hand cups your knee, thumbs tracing swirls on your skin. You can feel how warm his hand is from under his glove. “Just sit there and look pretty for me, okay?” Smirking, he pats you once before returning his hand back to his work as you pout and huff at him. “And you're never useless. You're still healing, trouble. I don't want you getting hurt out there because of a busted shoulder.” A flash of you falling off your board with a sickening crunch fills his vision with dread. He turns towards you fully, tapping his wrench on the wooden table, and gentle eyes softening up at your features. “You'll have your time, I promise.”

You nod, watching as the green hue flickers over his concerned face. “Okay, but you owe me.” You cross your leg over the other while he smiles and turns towards his machine again.

“How many IOUs is that now?” He asks, glancing between you and the board.

You nudge him with your foot, “too many, Ekko.” You say his name with a sing-song lilt, effectively taking his attention. “What?” With a teasing smile, he stares at you wordlessly.

“You're distracting me.” His eyes follows the curve of your jaw up to your lips. Heart stuck in his throat, and eyes glued onto the soft skin. He lays his tools down. Abandoning it immediately.

“Oh,” your shoulders slump slightly. “I'll leave, just get some sleep, okay?” Hopping down, Ekko stops you with his hand on your thigh. “You need something?” You place your hand above his own as he squeezes you.

“Yeah, sit back down for me?” He says it seriously, as if he needs to talk to you about something important.

You straighten up, following his instructions. The desk creaks under your form, and as you wait for his very important words, he stands up from his seat, kicking it away before cradling your face gently in his gloved hands. The rough fabric sits on your cheek, but his touch is softer as he gazes at you with those eyes you've always loved ever since you two were still running around playing pretend.

“Now you're the one distracting me.” You whisper, index looping around his overalls to pull him towards you. Placing him in between your legs, as he leans forward with his head tilted slightly to find the perfect angle of your lips. “What were you saying, Ekko?” Teasing, he inhales deeply, lips merely an inch from your own.

“Let me…?” He says before you crash your lips against his own, answering his cut off question. Your eyes close as he smiles, mirroring your expression. You both kiss in sync, hearts beating in the same pace.

You hear him chuckle softly as your lips fall into a medley of rhythm with his desperate kisses. The kiss runs deep and long, teeth clashing, noses meeting, and hands caressing every angle of you as your own hands roam up his bare and lean arms, until you find penchant on the back of his head. Fingers weaved around his hair, not pulling away, no, pushing him further against you as the air grows hotter around you with every breath you take.

You're home in his arms. And all you can think about is him.

“Fuck,” he murmurs against your slightly agaped lips, leaning away for a moment to take in air and to remove his gloves to feel you fully.

You stare at him through half lidded eyes, cheeks searing hot and stomach throbbing with ache. “Yeah...” Your voice is shaky at best, legs wrapping around him whilst your chest heaves.

Just as you say it, he meets with your lips once again, taking your breath away as you give it willingly. This time it's softer and gentler as he kisses you tenderly. Your head hits the wall with how much he's kissing you, so with his palm sliding behind your head, he cushions you from the blow as he continues to kiss you fervently as if he hasn't gotten a taste of you in years.

“Ekko.” You sigh out as he kisses the curve of your lips, tracing its shape with his own. “Ekko.” Your tone grows breathlessly as he slowly makes his way towards your throat. “Ekko—” His lips were just about meeting with your warm skin when a knock interrupts you both. “Shit.”

“Damn it.” He murmurs, chest heaving, pupils blown out as he gives you one quick kiss against the side of your neck. Definitely not the final one.

You pat his cheek with a lopsided smile, thumb brushing along his kiss bitten lips, wiping away the sheen you've left. Ekko pecks your thumb before moving away from you. He fixes your rumpled shirt, just as you notice that you've smudged the white hourglass paint on his face. Whoops.

“Ekko, you've got…” you gesture towards his nose, trying to tamp down your laughter.

His blown out eyes widens, lungs still trying to intake oxygen from the strenuous activity. His nose scrunches up when he sees you having the same smudged paint on your face. Smile tamped down by biting his lip.

He looks behind you, where a small mirror is hanging just beside your head. He sees himself looking disheveled, hair sticking all over the place, face paint smudged into an odd shape.

Chuckling, the knocking grows louder. “I've got you, don't worry. I won't let your reputation get tarnished.” You take a handkerchief from your pocket, effectively wiping away the smudged mess on his face as much as you can.

“Did you get it?” He's still breathless when he asked.

“And…there. I've got them all.” You get a thankful peck on your cheek for a job well done.

But before he could move away from you, he takes the handkerchief in his hand to wipe at your (his) own smudged face paint. He tucks the fabric away in his pocket, maybe you'll come looking for it one day, effectively giving you an excuse to come visit him sooner rather than later.

Ekko now moves away, clearing his throat but the evidence of your shared previous activity is still evident on how much he inhales and how his hands are so clammy that he can water the tree with the sweat on his palms.

“C–come in.” He curses under his breath at how his voice cracked at the start. The door squeaks open, revealing his right hand man, Scar, waiting at the doorway.

His golden eyes glance at you, Ekko hides your equally disheveled form with his body, blocking your obviously kissed lips and your rumpled clothes. Scar raises a knowing brow, eyes speaking a thousand words.

“Hi, Y/N.” He says gruffly, lips subtly curled into a smirk. You wave shyly above Ekko, afraid that you'd let out incoherent words while you're still reeling from his warmth. “I can come back later.”

Ekko’s seriously considering it. “Is it important?”

“Everything's important with you Ekko.” Scar's eyes turn towards you with the word ‘important.’

Ekko sighs, slightly disappointed. “Right, what happened?”

His whole demeanor changes into what most people would think when they hear about the notorious leader of the firelights. His posture straightens up, and the air around him oozes authority. The man in front of you isn't just Ekko, your love and confidant, he's Ekko, the feared leader of the firelights, and the boy saviour. But you can still see his previous sweetness from how his eyes still smile when he remembers your soft lips upon his own. He's still your Ekko through and through.

“It's the chem barons, they blew out an entire building.” Scar briefs him, and you read the room as their conversation grows more serious.

If you listen to any more, you'd want to join in so you decide to leave before you could give your two cents like always. Ekko was right, your shoulder wouldn't help much with a full blown fight. So you're just gonna stay away, for now at least, until you're fully healed to be of help. For his sanity and your wellbeing.

You take a deep breath, still heaving from his kisses, hopping down from the table even with your wobbly legs. Ekko looks at you in the middle of the conversation, hand reaching out in case you fall down. Scar watches with amusement at the scene in front of him.

“I'm good,” you say quietly only for Ekko to hear. “We'll continue this later, okay?” You say louder this time for both of them to hear. With a wink, and a hand grazing his back, you leave him standing there, aghast at what you've blatantly said.

His own mind betrays him at how *later could go. Ekko has to hold onto the chair next to him to stabilize himself lest he melts in front of Scar, who's absolutely trying to reel his laughter in that he's about to pop a vein on his forehead from how hard he's trying.

As you close the door behind you, you hear his booming laughter and Ekko's unmistakable groaning behind the door.

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[bunni-v1]

Aventurine NSFW Headcannons

🍓This took me so long to get done, and I'm not 100% satisfied, but I wanted to get these out. There's so much I left unsaid, and I feel like if I kept going it would never stop. So enjoy the very basics of what I feel Aventurine is like in bed. Smaller posts are coming in the future so I can take time to work on the genshin stuff I have coming, alongside requests I plan on doing a full fic for <3

Tagging: @the-original-skipps (mwah mwah, just for you pookie)

Tw: Mentions of past sexual assault; Aventurine has unhealthy views of sex; Aventurine's past; NSFW; Pretty vanilla ngl; grammar errors

Info: Aventurine x Reader; Angst; Fluff

Word Count: 2.5k

MDNI

-Aventurine and sex do not mix well – at least, not at the start. 

-Much like love, he has a very jaded view of sexual intimacy. He was (heavily implied to have been) sexually assaulted by many different unsavory types when he was younger. His body wasn’t his own then, and the sex was brutal and unkind – something he hated.

-As he grew, both in stature and into his title of Aventurine of Strategems, his hatred of sex turned into something different. It was still hatred, he hated the act more than anything in the world most times, but he realized his body was good for something.

-Aventurine was an attractive man, despite his eyes being a less than savory feature to most people. His body was lean and lithe, his clothes and hair perfectly styled and trendy, not to mention the air of mystery he had drew people in like moths to flame. 

-All of it was crafted by his own two hands, of course. He was attractive because he wanted – no, needed to be. So, he made sure he was, of course, no one would do business with him otherwise.

-Pretty as a peacock, you could hardly tell he was once a slave or a dirty Avgin boy.

-He’s pleasantly surprised to find that the body he so hated being born into was a good business tool when he needed it to be.

-People really will do anything to get off, and as much as it disgusted him to do such depraved things, he would do whatever he had to to get what he wanted.

-He’d scrub his skin raw in the shower afterward, trying desperately to get the smell of sex off him. Hoping that if he scratches hard enough the ugly purple bruises will wash away with soap and water. They never do, and they leave him feeling vile until they fade.

-Regardless men, women, monsters – he really didn’t care what he was fucking so long as it got him what he was looking for.

-That’s what sex is to Aventurine, a transaction. He scoffs at the idea of it being anything more than that. Sex was rough and sweaty and all kinds of disgusting, how could anyone derive pleasure from that? You fuck, you cum, you say goodbye. Simple. As. That.

-Ah, but, then again you come along and you just love challenging his worldview don’t you? With your pretty little eyes and your sweet, comforting words. You always make him question himself. It would be annoying if he didn’t love you so damn much.

-Your first time with him is… incredibly unpleasant. It’s not as though he doesn’t account for you or your wants, but there’s a disconnect. He’s too��� pliant and yet all too controlling. First times are rarely good, but this felt alien. Like the person you were with was not your beloved Kakavasha, but some strange man taking his place for the night.

-He’s doing things he thinks you want, he’s saying sweet words he’d whispered to hundreds of other partners, it’s all that he thinks you need, what he’s decided in his head that you’d like, rather than something that comes from knowing you.

-He doesn’t ask, he just gives and takes and then it’s over. It’s unfulfilling and empty, leaving you with a dull ache in your chest.

-He doesn’t even offer you or himself aftercare, and you find him scrubbing his skin red in the shower afterward like he was trying to rid himself of any trace of you.

-It makes you feel terrible. Like you’re some whore he’s picked up off the streets and not his long-term partner with whom he’s shared some of the darkest parts of himself.

-You cry into those expensive satin sheets, ruining them with your sniffling. It’s quite the sight for Aventurine to walk back into.

-He expected you to be asleep, or at least resting in some capacity, but crying? His heart sinks as he rushes to your side, then somehow falls further when you tug yourself away from him.

-He’s perceptive enough to realize that he had been the one to put you in such a state, but he didn’t really understand why.

-When he’s able to calm you enough to get you to talk to him, you’re able to explain that you felt so disregarded. There was no connection or love or care from him, did he not feel you were worthy of sharing that in moments of intimacy?

-That makes him sick. Never in a million years would he want to make you feel as though he does not love you, despite previous behaviors. You were his whole world, part of the reason he continued to exist. How could he ever make you feel unworthy of him?

-He nearly spirals there, but your tears are enough to remind him that he is not the one who needs love and reassurance. So, always eager to learn and grow with you, he asks you what you believe sex should be like… and it’s quite different from what he understands.

-You describe it like an extension of yourself. A means of intimacy and trust a level deeper than words and affection can get you. You are vulnerable during sex, you are at your weakest and you are sharing that with the person you love. It’s the most intimate thing you could do with a person, and while it can be fun and it can simply be because it feels good, it can also be because you love the other person so deeply you have no other way to express it.

-Aventurine finds the definition to be rather naive, but you had always been a bleeding heart. (Which he, regardless of if Kakavasha or Aventurine was leading charge, would give anything to protect). Yet… Kakavasha likes it. Kakavasha wants to do that with you, he wants to show you how much he loves you, he wants to hold you even closer and share such sweet nothings with you.

-He tries to toss it out initially because if he thought about it like that he would have to confront himself. Look that trauma in the eyes and acknowledge that, once again, you’d proven him wrong in a way he was annoyingly not expecting.

-But as the days go by and you slowly begin to become physical with him again, he wonders fondly how it would feel. Taking his time with you, he means.

-He couldn’t help but wonder how nice it would be to really feel your skin under his fingers. To kiss every inch of you, to hear you sigh his name like he crafted the heavens with his own two hands. Ah, Kakavasha won again, it seems.

-So he goes to you, like an apologetic puppy, and he apologizes for how terrible he was. How he reflected and regrets it, and he wants to try again and let you take the lead this time. 

-Despite everything, you say yes, and you allow him this second chance to redefine his worldview yet again.

-Aeons it’s life-changing sex. 

-Slow, careful, and all kinds of intimate. He’s still on top because he could not trust even you to be on top. He needed that control. But he listens to what you need, and he finds he’s very good at servicing you. Just as good as he is at spoiling you with his riches.

-You guide him to kiss you deeply, tongues tangling in a tango to a tempo only the two of you could enjoy. You show him how to leave love bites that make his spine tingle. How different parts of your body make you feel different kinds of pleasure. He gets to feel your skin beneath his fingertips, taste your very being on his tongue, and swallow the angelic cries of his name.

-It’s a kind of intimacy and affection he’d never been afforded in his life. A vulnerability he hadn’t expected himself to enjoy, and yet as he sobs into your shoulder at his release, he finds himself wanting more.

-It becomes a problem, really. One taste of it and you have both your sweet Kakavasha and the hardened businessman Aventurine absolutely addicted. In the privacy of his condo, he can lust after you all he wants. You would never deny him the pleasure of freedom, though you would tell him no after the third night in a row for your aching hips. (He will draw you a bath and book you an appointment at the finest spa he can get you into for the next day.)

-In his office, or during a meeting, or talking to the Doctor, however… that’s a problem. He wasn’t supposed to like it that much, but that intimacy had him aching through his expensive slacks. 

-He thinks about it all the time, and he’s taken to locking his office doors and keeping the blinds shut airtight for more than half the day. He hopes no one notices how many bathroom breaks he takes during meetings. He tries his best to forget the boner he popped in front of the esteemed doctor talking about finances.

-You literally have him addicted to being in love with you, it’s quite the conundrum you’ve found yourselves in… but, would you really ever want to change that? He’s very good in bed after all, so it can’t be that bad.

-Aventurine is a switch-leaning top (so sorry Aventio shippers), and I say this only because he does not like relinquishing control. Especially when he’s in such a vulnerable state, especially with his past traumas, he would rather be in charge than trust you and have you hurt him.

-He softens up significantly as time goes on, and he is more willing to allow you to service him how you please, but he never really gives up his control. There’s always a reminder that he has the say-so in what does or does not go.

-That being said he is very giving, without having to be asked he will happily do whatever you need of him. It’s just in his nature to service, those pretty little moans are all the payment he needs.

-I won’t lie and say he isn’t a tease, though. He’s incorrigible, actually. He loves to tease you, be it with his words or his actions, he loves getting you squirming beneath him.

-He’ll mumble against your throat how needy you are for him, how you’re already so worked up and he hasn’t even gotten past your clothes, how cute you are when you’re so needy for him. His fingers will graze you with such feather-light touch you’ll whine at him, and he always coos at you like a needy little thing – as if he isn’t the one tormenting you.

-He’s a fan of edging, which just comes with the territory too. He spends hours of his time building you up to your orgasm, crooking his fingers and swirling his tongue so you’re right there, and then he’ll pull away leaving you crying for more.

-It’s all worth it when he does let you cum, though. The orgasm shaking the very foundation of you, sticky fluids staining yet another pair of satin sheets. 

-That’s not even mentioning his dick, which he is just as talented with. It’s slim, the same shade as the rest of him, with an upward curve that rubs against your g-spot so very well without him having to try.

-It fits so snugly inside, and if you watch closely you can see the effect you have on him as his perfect poker face cracks just a little. He loves to feel you from the inside, it may be one of his favorite things in the world.

-You are warm and squishy and so very accepting of him, conforming to the size and shape of his member like you were made to do so. Like you were made for him and him alone, it’s a deeply romantic thought that he would scoff at if he were in a less hazy mindset.

-He’s rarely rough with you, preferring to show you how much he loves you more softly, though he can be rough upon request.

-Sometimes if you get him jealous enough he’ll be rough on his own accord, but never uncaring or unloving. Even when he has you face down, ass up he makes you feel like the most precious gemstone in the entire world.

-He likes sex slow and long, preferring if it is dragged out across multiple sessions with sweet nothings and gentle care between the breaks. 

-However, he rarely has the free time for such things, and as such he gets very good at making the most of the time that he does have.

-Because of his high sex drive, quickies are common, but they are no less fulfilling than the long sessions he enjoys having. 

-He’s adept at getting you to cum in under five minutes with his fingers, he can do it in two with his tongue thrown in, and that’s usually fast enough for him to quickly get off and get back to what he needs to do.

-Unfortunately, he isn’t the kinkiest guy. He doesn’t like tying up or being tied up, he’s not a fan of power play, roleplaying seems to turn him off (again, not a fan of power play, which a lot of scenarios include this), no hitting or degrading, and pretty much anything that could remotely involve hurting either of you is a no from him.

-He thinks for a while he’s fine with it, and he is willing to try anything once, but it only takes him one time to realize he does not like physical or mental pain. It’s not sexy, it’s traumatizing and he won’t be convinced to try it.

-He does, however, really enjoy you wearing lingerie. Lacy ones dotted with expensive stones are his favorites. Frequently you’ll find a set sent to you in pretty packaging with a little note telling you to ‘enjoy your present.’ Meaning, he wants a picture of you in it ASAP.

-Also a fan of seeing you in his clothes. If he spots you lounging about in his shirt after a long day of work, he’ll be all over you like a helpless puppy.

-Cockwarming you when he works from home is a favorite of his, liking the way you wiggle and squirm as he combs over documents. His poker face really is something impressive, you have no clue how he’s re-read the same sentence ten times as you clench around him again.

-Office sex is unlikely, purely because he doesn’t like you being anywhere near IPC headquarters if he can help it. But if you do stop by for some reason, the likelihood of him bending you over the desk and fucking you raw is about 99%. He does miss you a lot during the day, after all, you can’t shame him for indulging in his favorite treat after so long without it.

-He just truly, deeply loves you. Once he begins to have a healthy relationship with sex and associate it with you rather than the horrors of his past, it’s nothing but loving and delightful. He takes the whole idea that it is an extension of his admiration for you very literally, and showers you in his affections through sex.

[citysuk]

so in love | aemond targaryen

pairing: dark!aemond targaryen x velaryon!reader (rhaenyra's daughter)

summary: some headcanons of aemond with his obsessive behavior over you

notes: I'M BACK!!! i just know that when this man is fixated on something, he won't stop until he gets it. he's so crazy! i think i wanna have his babies 🤭🤭🤭

warnings: targcest. violence. hate. kinda yandere aemond, he daydreams A LOT. but he my pookie <3 he's not bad, he just wants to be himself!! no proofread. no use of y/n and no oc neither.

Aemond Targaryen, a prince of great ambition and power, found himself falling hopelessly in love with you, Rhaenyra’s only and oldest daughter. It was a love twisted by fate and circumstance, but one that burned brighter than a thousand suns.

His gaze was always drawn to you. He watched you from across the room like a hawk, his intense eyes taking in every detail. He longed to touch you, to feel your soft skin and bury his face in your hair. But he knew it was a forbidden love, one that could never be. His mother would never allow it.

Aemond found himself dreaming of spending time with you, stealing moments away from the prying eyes of the court. He would imagine taking you on long walks through the gardens, their hands entwined, their bodies pressed closely together. He would dream of you flying alongside him on your dragon, the wind whipping through your hair as you soared through the endless expanse of the vast world below.

During the council meetings, Aemond would find his thoughts drifting to you, his mind unable to focus on the discussions of warfare and politics. He would fantasize about the future, about a world in which they could be together. He would day dream about walking down the aisle on their wedding day, vowing to love and protect each other for the rest of their lives.

In quiet, hidden moments, Aemond would find himself scribbling your name in his journal, as if writing it down would somehow bring you closer to him. He would sketch your face from memory, trying to capture your likeness on the page. He would pour his heart onto the parchment, writing poems and love sonnets, each word dripping with the fullness of his affection.

Aemond found himself drawn to the things that reminded him of you. He would seek out the things that made him think of you: a certain flower, a specific scent, a particular piece of music. He would find himself stealing a glance at jewellery and clothing, picturing you wearing them, imagining the way they would fit your body like a second skin. He would find himself stealing a strand of your hair, tucking it away in a hidden pocket, so that he could feel a piece of you close to his heart.

He would watch you at feasts, his heart aching in his chest, his desire burning like a raging fire. He would watch as suitors danced with you, his hands curling into fists as he had to watch them touch you, to see their hands on your hips, to watch them lean in too close. He wished it was him, his hands on your body, his lips close to your ear, his breath on your skin.

Aemond would find himself searching for any opportunity to be near you. He would attend meetings where he knew you would be present, just for the chance to hear your voice and see your face. He would find excuses to walk by your chambers, hoping to catch a glimpse of you through a cracked door. He would find himself listening for the sound of your footsteps in the halls, his body tensing with anticipation.

Sometimes, when the castle was quiet, Aemond would find himself outside your windows, standing in the shadows and looking up at your rooms. He would imagine you sitting at your desk, studying or sewing. He would imagine himself climbing through the window and sneaking into bed beside you, holding you in his arms and shielding you from all the hardships of the world.

Aemond would watch you, studying your face, the way you moved, the way you spoke. He would memorize every detail, every nuance, every little quirk. He would notice small things about you, like the way you bit your lip when you were nervous or how you twisted your hair when you were deep in thought. He would study you as if you were a work of art, like a sculpture in the godswood, perfectly sculpted in a way that only a higher power could create.

Aemond would also observe subtle things about your character. He would see your empathy towards those in need, your kindness towards your handmaids, and your strength when faced with adversity. He would notice the way you cared for your siblings, your loyalty to your family, and your love for your mother. He would see how you stood your ground against those who sought to undermine you, your determination and tenacity. He would see all of these things and love you more because of them, knowing in his heart that he had never met anyone quite like you.

Aemond would also feel a sense of guilt for his feelings. He knew that it was wrong to desire you, that he was supposed to be loyal to his brother and to his family's alliance. He would argue with himself in his mind, trying to convince himself that he was being foolish, that his feelings were just a passing fancy. But no matter how much he tried to reason with himself, his heart would not listen. It beat wildly in his chest, as if it was trying to break free and fly to you.

Despite the challenges and conflicts that came with his affection for you, Aemond would also find moments of tenderness and vulnerability. Sometimes, when he was feeling particularly emotional, he would imagine confessing his feelings to you. He would picture telling you everything he felt, laying his heart bare and hoping for your understanding. He would imagine the look on your face, the shock, the surprise, and maybe even the realization that you felt the same way.

But Aemond would also fear the consequences of his confession. He would dread the rejection, the possibility that you would not feel the same, that his love was unrequited. He would worry about the judgement of his family, the disapproval of his mother. He would fear the consequences of acting on his feelings, the possibility that he could lose everything he had worked so hard for, all for a chance at happiness with you.

Aemond would also find himself struggling with his own insecurities. He would compare himself to the other men who sought your attention, and find himself lacking. He would question if he was good enough for you, if he was worthy of your love. He would doubt his own worth, his own prowess, and his own ability to protect and provide for you. It was a constant internal battle, one that he fought alone, in the darkest corners of his troubled mind.

Despite his insecurities, Aemond would also find moments of confidence. He would see the way you looked at him, the small smiles you would give, the subtle nods of approval, and it would give him a sense of hope. He would feel a burst of courage, imagining that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance that you could return his feelings. He would find himself taking small risks, standing a little closer, making a joke, just to see if he could make you smile.

If he was feeling courageous he would steal glances at you across a room, hold your gaze a moment too long, or brush your hand with his, feeling the electricity shoot through his chest. He would find himself standing closer to you than was strictly necessary, taking in your scent, breathing in the air around you, like a man drowning and desperate for air.

Aemond would also find himself trying to impress you. He would find himself showing off during training, using more impressive moves, or taking on more challenging opponents. He would try and draw your attention to him, using his swordsmanship like a weapon in his pursuit of your affections. He would also try and display his intelligence, making clever observations, or offering thoughtful insights during council meetings. He wanted to show you that he was more than just a skilled warrior, that he had a brain to go along with his brawn.

After Viserys' death and the start of the war, Aemond would become more resolute and determined than ever. He would see the conflict as a chance to prove himself, to show the world what he was made of. He would channel his energy and his anger into the war effort, throwing himself into the fray with a newfound fervor.

He would also find himself taking on more responsibility, taking command of troops, making strategic decisions, and leading men into battle. He would become an even more fearsome warrior, fighting with a ferocity that was almost feral.

During the war, Aemond's feelings for you would only become more intense, even though you were on opposing sides. He would find himself thinking of you constantly, worrying about your safety and your well-being. He would hear news of your battles and victories, his heart torn between pride and worry.

His feelings would translate into his actions on the battlefield. He would fight with a reckless abandon, seeking out the most dangerous missions and the most challenging opponents, as if courting death would provide some sort of relief from his torment. He would throw himself into battle, hoping that tiring himself out with fighting would be a distraction from his aching heart.

He would also find himself looking at the sky, hoping to catch a glimpse of you and your dragon soaring above, wondering if you thought of him as much as he thought of you.

Despite his intense feelings, Aemond would find himself in a moral dilemma. On one hand, he loved you with all his heart, and the thought of raising his sword against you made his soul ache. But on the other hand, he was fiercely determined to get the throne.

If Aemond were to ascend the Iron Throne and rule the Seven Kingdoms, he would make sure that you were by his side. He would want to keep you close to him, to have you as his queen, his partner, his confidante.

But your loyalty to your mother, Princess Rhaenyra, would be unwavering. Aemond would know that you would never betray your mother.

He would also be worried about the political repercussions of your loyalty. He would know that your family on Dragonstone would never agree to you being his queen, and he would be aware that they would do everything to try and keep you from him.

Aemond would be furious when he learned that you were being betrothed to Cregan Stark. He would feel like someone had ripped his heart out of his chest and stomped on it. The thought of you being married to someone else would make him feel like he was drowning in a pool of molten lead.

He would also feel betrayed and angry, as if the world was conspiring against him, toying with his heart, making a mockery of his love.

Aemond would be a man possessed. The thought of losing you to another would drive him mad, and he would be willing to do anything to prevent it. He would start to lose his grip on his sanity, seeing no other way to have you than to burn the world to the ground.

He would fantasize about setting the Red Keep ablaze, watching it burn like a pyre of the damned, feeling the heat of the flames on his skin like the fires of his rage. He would imagine bringing down the entire world, reducing everything to ashes, if it meant he could have you.

He would also want to destroy the man who stood in his way, Cregan Stark, the man who would take you from him. His thoughts would be consumed with revenge, with a desire to end Cregan Stark's life, to make him pay for stepping between him and you. He would relish the idea of watching the light fade from his eyes, and would dream of the moment he could hold you in his arms once more, the body of your betrothed at his feet.

Aemond's love for you would be like a wildfire, consuming him from within. He would be driven by a primal force, and nothing would be able to stop him, not the law, not the gods, not anything in the world. He won't stop until you are his.

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into it | joshua hong

🪄 pairing, joshua hong x reader

🪄 warnings, non-idol au, model joshua x personal assistant reader, fluff, enemies to lovers, reader has some creative ways of insulting joshua, flirty joshua, joshua doesn't take reader seriously, romantic tension goes INSANE, open ending (??)

🪄 summary, everyone knows you hate joshua hong with a passion. do you really hate him though? or are you just in denial because he's just your type?

🪄 author's note, do you guys ever have that one-sided beef with a person that you really don't even know WHY you have that beef? that's me w joshua ngl 😭 ANYWAYS this was requested by my pookie @yudaies (knowing i would lose it if she asked me to....which she did anyways)!! hope you enjoy you evil woman 🤍 ALSO TWO PSAS: 1) i'm going to start writing my shorter fics in lowercase just to minimize the stress i have with capitalization errors! longer/full-story fics will be properly capitalized, but the shorter, quicker fics i do will be in all lowercase!! 2) please take the poll regarding the length of fics you all wanna see from me so i can know what to do in the future! thank you lots lyrnation!!

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the flash of cameras was still kind of new to you, and you stood in the back of the room, surveying the action from afar. photographers surrounded joshua like he was some sort of new bacteria discovery, and he stood with a simple expression, a sultry look in his doe-like brown eyes as he gave a small smile to the cameras surrounding him.

being stuck as joshua hong's personal assistant seemed like a dream to every disillusioned teenage girl, but you knew the harsh reality of it. you weren't looking for the spotlight, but joshua still had a way of stealing it from you, even if you were doing simple things like ordering him coffee or picking up his tailored suits.

it was common knowledge to all of your coworkers that you had some undiscovered vendetta against the man. when your friends sang his praises, you had to add water to the fire, raining on their parade.

to the outside world, joshua hong was a visual of composed grace. he has this sickening 'gentleman' agenda he was pushing for himself, and the cute, sweet gaze in his wide brown eyes made your skin pulse with annoyance.

in fact, you were almost 100% convinced the man was ai-generated, given a perfect smile and smooth voice to match his "unreal" visuals (of course they were unreal─he probably was unreal, for god's sakes).

the photo op came to an end after 30 minutes of trailing behind him for interviews and outfit fittings, and you could breathe a sigh of relief, grateful you wouldn't have to see him say thank you with that stupid, rich-sounding, hot l.a. accent, and─

"is my schedule done for the day?" the voice you were just fuming over is heard from behind you, and you turn around, a sour smile on your face as joshua smiles sweetly at you. curse his stupid pretty crescent eyes and his stupid adorable scrunched nose.

"you have one more fitting for the upcoming photoshoot tomorrow morning, and then you're done for the day," you say blankly, thanking the staff member who returned joshua's personal belongings to you.

"are you okay? you seem like you're in a sour mood─although, you always seem like that," joshua teases lightly, chuckling to himself as he stuffs his phone in his dress pants' pocket.

"of course i'm always in a sour mood, mr. hong. you do realize that i hate seeing the flashing cameras all the time." you lie straight through your teeth, and joshua nods with faux sympathy, a smirk behind his eyes.

"of course, i can understand that. i just can't help but wonder if you're annoyed by the flashes or my "glittering smile"." joshua echoes the compliment a newscaster gave him moments earlier, and you grumble to yourself, tempted to flip joshua off.

"let's just go. your nice clean rolls royce is waiting for you." you step out of the way dramatically, and joshua bows to you, obviously towering over you as he struts out of the double doors. his white heels click against the sidewalk, and you grit your teeth, sliding beside him into the back row of the car as you sigh.

the weather is nice, complimenting the busy day you've had. joshua takes his phone from his pocket, taking pictures of the cloud-free sky from behind the window, probably going to be posted to his instagram.

"hey, can you take these pictures for me? i think i'm going to upload them to my instagram," joshua hands you his phone, and you roll your eyes, having guessed his words just seconds earlier.

sighing, you hold his phone up, preparing to snap the picture. joshua puts his model face on quickly, face falling into a suave expression as his eyes sparkle with the sun's rays from outside.

the small, attractive smirk on his face is one that makes your uneasy stomach churn for reasons you want to ignore, and you hand him his phone back, turning away to hide your peering eyes.

"these are really good! why aren't you a photographer?" joshua asks lightly, and you shrug, answering the question against your will.

"photographing doesn't pay as well as babysitting a model for five days a week." you smile dryly, and joshua chuckles, voice melodic as he nods.

"you're not babysitting me. if anything, i'm babysitting you. especially with that bad attitude," joshua has a dramatic scowl on his face, that he loses in seconds when he chuckles at your strained reaction.

"i'm just joking with you, lighten up." he gives you a light bump with his shoulder, flawless skin clear and illuminated by the light as you sigh.

"you know, that outfit you're wearing is really nice on you. i don't think I've seen you wear it before." joshua's compliment shatters your whole "hating joshua hong" agenda, and your cheeks heat up against your will, to which you temporarily give up, sighing as you glance over at him.

his eyes are already on your figure, and the gentle smile he's giving you makes you want to lunge at him and rearrange his face so that he doesn't look so majestic. not that you thought that he looked majestic or anything. he was just an average guy.

"thanks." you reply, although it sounds more like a question than a harsh appreciation. joshua nods, crossing his legs as he politely adjusts his styled hair. his gold studs glitter in the sunshine, and the cologne he must have put on before the event lingers, clouding your mind more than you'd like.

"you don't look too bad yourself. the styling...really wasn't a bad choice this time." the compliment you give back sounds so forced it's laughable, but joshua ignores this or doesn't catch on (you believe it's the former).

"thank you. i think the harsh critiquing you gave the staff last time really paid off," joshua adds, looking over to you with that stupid sweet look in his eyes. trying not to shudder, you just shrug, playing it off the best you can.

"it's what i'm supposed to do." you shrug again, letting out a quiet sigh as you lapse into silence. something is lingering in the air, and you do your best to deny what it is.

"you know, even if you do your best to pretend you hate me, i know you don't," joshua says after a moment of silence, and you freeze, eyes blown wide as your cheeks flare a dark red again.

"and how do you know, joshua?" you use his first name, stepping up to the bait joshua may have thrown for you. he leans back in his seat, legs leisurely crossed as he smirks to himself, eyes closed.

"be honest with yourself. do you really hate me that much?" the question, however simple it is, shuts you up quickly, leaving you a quiet, melting mess as joshua smiles to himself, returning his attention to the window.

in that moment, you decide that you might not hate joshua. you may just dislike him.

or, better yet (and to be honest), you don't hate him at all.

[mydearestbeloved]

Omg lol’ed at adam being the unwilling third-wheel in the middle of jinwoo and tp!reader’s  public display of “trust” 😭. No it’s just pure satisfying to see jinwoo trust and need someone presence that much. Tp!reader is his rock frfrfr 🥺 and tbh this only makes me sad to see how “alone” canon jinwoo is, so much so that he can’t really open himself up to people he cares about problems he has to deal with (and yes, even in sl ragnarok. Like even suho called him a “deadbeat dad” due to his communication issue 😭). Anyway, tp!jinwoo is so cute when he relies on tp!reader and OMG pointing and laughing at his cringe fail moment at the end. (still love you pookie 🥰)

Okay, but i kinda scratched my head at this part bc how come ashborn didn’t take notice of tp!reader sooner 🤔? I mean, you could say that she wasn’t strong enough to display her “absolute being” power to be under his radar before but even his fellow rulers can still sense her back then? Idk I don’t remember much details about this scene in canon so apologies if I misunderstood smth.

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Omg, I just saw a few panels of the new chapter of SL: Ragnarok manhwa (chap. 41?) on Twitter/X, and after reading this review, I suddenly had a vision of this scene:

Warning: Unedited, subject to change, future convo(?)

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It was a quiet night, the kind where even the wind outside seemed to hush itself, allowing the world to bask in the rare tranquility. The soft glow of the living room lamp bathed the space in a warm ambiance, flickering shadows dancing with lights on the walls. Nestled together on the couch, you and Jinwoo enjoyed this rare moment of stillness. One of his arms draped around you, his warmth seeping into your skin as he pulled you closer. You leaned against his chest, your body naturally molding into his as if you had always belonged there.

In your arms, Suho stirred softly, his tiny fingers twitching every now and then. The slow rise and fall of his tiny chest mesmerizing to watch. He was still so small, only a few weeks old, yet with each passing day—day by day, feature by feature, he was becoming a mirror of the man who held you now.

But . . .

You traced the outline of Suho’s face with your eyes, the soft curve of his cheeks, the delicate lashes fluttering against his skin as he ‘fought’ against sleep.

—He also reminded you so much of your best friend.

The sight made your heart clench with a feeling too vast to name.

Ah, I should check on her again soon. Her tournament is coming up in a few weeks. I hope she isn’t pushing herself too much, else she’ll run to her death—Eh, who am I kidding.

You really, really wanted to laugh at the inside joke, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to. Your attempt at distracting your mind elsewhere just didn’t seem to work this time.

“...Jinwoo?” your voice was soft, barely above a whisper.

But Jinwoo always heard you.

“Hmm?” His hum reverberated in his chest, his chin resting lightly on your shoulder.

You hesitated. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips as you gathered the words that had been weighing on you for days now.

“Could you,” You inhaled deeply, as if steadying yourself. “…spend more time with our son?”

Jinwoo stilled for a fraction of a second, his hold around you subtly tightened, before his thumb resumed its slow, comforting strokes along your upper arm.

He knew that tone—the slight wavering beneath the surface, the weight in your words.

“What is it, my love?” His voice was low, gentle, like he was trying to coax you into opening up—technically, he was. “What’s bothering my wife this time?”

Damn him, when did he get so—!

You bit your lip before pressing on. “I’m not saying you’re spending too much time at work. In fact, if you were, you know I wouldn’t have taken any of it and dragged you home myself.”

A breath of laughter left him at that, and he pressed a lingering kiss to your temple. The warmth of it settled in your chest. It was such a simple thing, yet it unraveled the tension in your shoulders, bringing the ghost of a smile to your lips, grounding you despite the storm brewing in your thoughts.

It was his way of saying: We’re in this together. Always.

Your fingers idly stroked Suho’s back, feeling the slow, rhythmic breaths of your baby boy, his warmth anchoring you also.

“I’m just… worried,” The confession came out softer than you intended. You traced your thumb gently along Suho’s arm, watching how peaceful he looked, memorizing the smallness of him, the weight of him in your arms.

Committing every little feature of his to memory.

As if…

As if this moment was fleeting. As if this moment might slip through your fingers like sand, lost to the relentless tide of fate.

Jinwoo already knew where this was going.

“This is about the future you knew, isn’t it?”

Your grip on Suho tightened slightly. “Jinwoo, the fact that Suho is starting to look exactly as I remember him, in my memories of back then, just confirms it.”

The long road he’ll take. The hardships he’ll face.

A deep-seated fear started gnawing at you.

“The story hasn’t ended yet. His future will be the same—”

“Can be the same.”

Jinwoo’s voice was quiet but firm, cutting through the air like a blade. And yet, you still feel the gentleness that never faded away.

His fingers continued tracing slow, soothing circles on your arm. “You and I are proof that there’s still room for change.”

You opened your mouth, but the words caught in your throat. You let out a slow breath instead, some of the tension bleeding from your shoulders at the conviction in his tone.

How can he do that? ‘Till now, you still wondered, how could he ease the storm in your heart with just a few words.

Sometimes, you still couldn’t believe he was yours.

And that you were his.

“…Do you want him to be like you?” The question slipped past your lips before you could stop it.

“No.”

The answer was immediate. Firm. Yet, in contrast, the way his fingers brushed over Suho’s soft cheek was achingly gentle. The baby stirred slightly in response, his tiny hand latching onto Jinwoo’s retreating fingers. His little fingers barely curled around two of Jinwoo’s.

Jinwoo stilled, his expression unreadable.

“My path led me to you. I will never regret taking it.” His voice was hushed, reverent, as if speaking anything louder would shatter the fragile serenity of the moment.

Your heart squeezed at his words.

His fingers remained where they were until Suho’s grip finally loosened in sleep. Only then did Jinwoo carefully guide his tiny hand back against his blanket, ensuring he was comfortable. You adjusted the fabric around your son’s sleeping form, both of you moving in quiet tandem.

“But I want our son to find his own path. To choose for himself.”

Your chest ached at the tenderness in his voice, at the raw sincerity in his words.

You shifted slightly, careful not to jostle the sleeping baby in your arms as you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your beloved husband’s cheek.

“Then spend time with him.” Your voice was quiet but left no room for argument. “More time.”

You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes.

Jinwoo’s expression softened, but his eyes matched your unwavering ones.

“Don’t let him feel that the only way he can be close to you…” You choose your words carefully before continuing, “—is for him to follow in your exact footsteps.”

Promise me.

Jinwoo said nothing at first. He merely held your gaze. Then, his hand cupped the side of your face, guiding you into a slow, lingering kiss.

It was warm. Familiar. Melting. A promise sealed between your lips.

When he finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead to yours, breathing you in as if grounding himself in you.

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“Anything for my loves.”

Honestly, this just makes me more determined to continue writing Trial Player AU. To write a story of an AU where someone that can stand by Jinwoo in everything exist, who can really match him in power included, so that he won’t be “alone.” No hate for canon Cha Hae-in tho—she completes him, just differently than what I envisioned.

I’m still going for that “Cha Hae-in as our bestie”-agenda! I don’t plan on discarding her in Trial Player AU. I’m definitely going to give her more screen time, going to add my own version of developments, but hopefully, it will turn out good enough to still be enjoyed. ❤️

Trial Player AU - Chapter 22: Trial Player!Reader’s First Encounter With The Former Ruler

For clarification: the Rulers came to know of TP!Reader only after she came into proximity with their vessels.

Thomas Andre had a ‘delayed’ response—only after he locked eyes with her did the Ruler power in him react (Chapter 15). A similar situation happened with Go Gunhee, who had been watching Jinwoo walk away after their conversation. When Jinwoo approached TP!Reader in the distance, only then did the Chairman notice her, and the Ruler power in him reacted the same way as Thomas’ had (Chapter 21).

The pattern was there: The Rulers were supposedly alerted only after their vessels truly became aware of TP!Reader, which the vessels did not at first. And what the vessels feel after was always the urge to submit first (mostly due to the Rulers sensing a part of their Creator), then came the (motherly) warmth. At least, this is the pattern up to chapter 21. More on this will be revealed in the story, but feel free to take a guess or make your own theories. 🤗

Then why did Ashborn not take notice of TP!Reader sooner when Jinwoo already spent so much time close to her?

Let’s backtrack to canon info for this.

(As usual, feel free to correct me if I’m wrong.) Why didn’t the Monarchs and the Rulers instantly know of Ashborn’s plans for Jinwoo? That is because The Architect, or Kandiaru, designed the System to be used only by Ashborn and his human vessel.

If we go by this logic, then the System is the main bridge for Kandiaru and Ashborn to keep track of Jinwoo. If, say, another being became aware of that fact, and that same being wanted something in Jinwoo’s vicinity to not be noticed by the two, wouldn’t hijacking that main bridge be the ideal plan?

There were many instances where the System acted differently around TP!Reader (and her butterflies, as more recently shown in Chapter 23), at least in comparison to how it usually was with Jinwoo. 🤔

All I can say for now is that this is the first clue as to why Ashborn (and the others) didn’t notice TP!Reader’s existence sooner/instantly, and so far, they have only been able to take notice of her under certain conditions. In Ashborn’s case, it was because TP!Reader reached out to Norma Selner’s mind when she was seeing something inside Jinwoo’s soul. Thus, TP!Reader’s special space came into contact with the ‘darkness’ Norma saw, where Ashborn could finally sense and become aware of her unique presence for the first time.

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౨ৎ to my beloved ── p. jongseong ⟢ teaser

SYNOPSIS . . . Moon Yn daughter of a notorious Duke who is said to be one of the Emperor's most loyal aides is married off to Archduke Park Jay. Their marriage soon became the talk of the country. Everyone adored the joining of Yn, daughter of Duke Moon and the Emperor's eldest son Jay. Two people the Emperor cherished very deeply. Unaware of Duke Moon's true intentions, he desired the throne the Emperor sat on. Using his own daughter as a means of infiltration he marries her off to Jay. Yn being shackled down to her father listened to everything he told her to do. Eventually when the day came for the overthrowing of the Emperor's throne Yn dies before ever knowing who truly won in the end.

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IN WHICH . . . Yn is sent back in time to before she married Jay, before her father started preparations to overthrow the Emperor, before everything was lost. Finally having a second chance to save the people most dear to her. Yn won't let her father control her as he pleases this time. For Yn will make her own decisions despite the unforeseeable future. With this second chance she'll marry Jay with the intentions of helping him without the control of her father. ⌇WORD COUNT . . . 382 ⌇

.ᐟ PAIRING . . . archduke!jay x archduchess fem!reader

.ᐟ GENRES . . . oneshot histrorical au, time travel trope, enemies to lovers (if you squint your eyes hard enough), magic/magical beings are a thing, contract marriage, she fell first he fell harder, angst, yn was a villainess in her past life (???)

.ᐟ WARNINGS . . . yn unalives herself (in the beginning), family abuse (all from the father), heavy descriptions of certain topics, detailed scenes with physical touch

.ᐟ STARRING . . . enhypen (all members) ive (liz) nct (chenle + mark) aespa (giselle) + possible mentions of other idols

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꒰ evie's note : so i cooked up this snippet an hour or so ago. posting this fic teaser to test the waters in a way cause i only have a smau being posted at the moment. i've also been itching to write write something and it's been a hot minute since i've gotten my creative brain juices flowing as well. back into reading manhwas again so if this reminds you of any of those, yes. and yes it's about jay again IM SORRY i miss my pookie bear angel can yall blame me :( also if i finish this within a timely manner i wanna have it out before the end of next week tbh. really hoping i'm able to do this fic justice for yall. but alas enjoy the tiny bit of what my brain cooked up. ꒱

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YN POV .

My eyes blink open to see the view of an all too familiar ceiling above myself. It was the same cream colored ceiling that belonged in my bedroom in the manor at the Moon duchy. Slowly sitting up my eyes scanned my surroundings. It was exactly as I had remembered the room, the sitting area for when guests were over. The windowsill where I had often read books to pass time through the day. The tall walls decorated with intricate designs only a Duke could afford for a singular room. Thing was the last time I had been in this room was before I left for the Park duchy. When I left to get married to Duke Jay. My mind was a mess of memories as it all dawned on me.

I remembered the blazing fire as I ran through the trees in the forest next to the Park duchy. I could recall the stinging pain as the branches scratched and tore at the skin of my arms. Then the feeling of my legs numbing as I sprinted in the heavy dress that was tailored for a archduchess to wear. My head ached as everything came back to me. Remembering the sound of the knights corning me in the forest, shouting how I needed to go with them. Jay wanted me alive, but I knew it was all a lie. My father had started a coup d’état, he always craved for the higher power in the aristocracy. Being granted a duke title while not being related to the royal family simply wasn’t enough for him. So he sought out higher power, the throne of the Emperor. Jay was one of the Emperor’s sons, there was a feeling in me. Jay wouldn’t stand for his wife being the daughter of the man who wanted to take his father’s throne as well as his life. If the knights captured me to take me to Jay he for sure would have killed me with his own hands. With no other choice I took my life. In hopes that there would be one last thing I had control over before I died. It was laughable at how in the end I only had control over how I got to die and who got to kill me.

©myjjongie 2025

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bestie i'm new to the world of fics and it would be great if you could recommend me some good iconic stories to read 🥰pleasee ❤️

OHHH WELCOME BABY! 💞💞

Hope you'll find the great comfort they offer to all of us too!

I'm thrilled to do this so I'm gonna start immedietaly! Don't know what's your taste is so I'm gonna recommend many different stories I have loved! 😊

A Toast To The Future by @narryffdreaming is one of my favorite stories ever and I truly believe it's one of the most beautifully written stories I've ever read. 🙏 The way Dani approaches the past experiences of the characters and their emotions is impressive. I am always fascinated by stories that are authentic and the way that story is written makes you feel seen even if your experiences are not exactly the same as the characters. 💞 (can't wait to read the next part)

Maisy and Harry are just friends (except they aren't) by @narryffdreaming again because I just love her work! Friends to lovers trope (i loooove this trope sm) and it has everything: angst, fluff, romance, softness, smut, everything! Everything just flows so nicely!

When Y/N dates someone, they find their soulmate…it’s never her by @jawllines is super cute and lovely and made me giggle and blushing! It's such an unique concept and I just loved it!

Harry and Y/N are in the same ballet class, and they hate each other by @jawllines again and what can I say? Pure enemies to lovers story that has you in a chokehold. Everything about it is perfect! 😍

Daddy Issues by the amazing @fkinavocado is jaw dropping, I mean it! It's one of the first long stories I read in here so it's special to me. 🙏 Dreea delivered the great combination of spicy and softness with this story.

Sex Tutor by @gurugirl ! I really liked the way she wrote about this topic and it felt like she did it with so much respect (as she always does) and I just really had a great time reading it.

404 by my pookie @freedomfireflies 💗is one of my favorite stories ever and I feel like I have to tattoo this to my skin at this point. 😂 It's enemies to lovers and you can feel the tension from a mile. Also 404rry is the most annoyingly adorable characher ever and I just adore him. 🤗💗

Teach Me by miss @freedomfireflies again and let's just say that this series is on FIRE. A friends to lovers story that makes you feel things. One thing I love about this story is that the two characters share a deep love and respect for each other and I feel like it's such an important point.

Grumpy H and

You're my Last Shot by @cupid-styles are so cute and I had a great reading them! The flow is amazing in both of them and they are so well written.

Old Grudges ,

Just How Fast the Night Changes ,

The Sun Will Rise and

Valerie by @watchmegetobsessed are litterally amazing! Loved these stories so much! I come back to them from now and then and I have the same feeling every time I read them. 🥰

Harry’s a dick, and Y/N hates him for it. by @harrys-titties is so HSHJSHSSJ I just loved it! So beautifully written and it has everything: tension, angst, smut, romance!

Hawthorn by @adorebeaa is so beautiful! I enjoyed it so much! It is not finished yet but it is worth it! Again it's an enemies to lovers story and it really plays like a movie in your head! 💕

I got carried away a little bit hehe and I'm sure that if I continue I won't be able to stop lol. I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did! 💕

P.S Τhere are many other great authors that I didn't include in this post because I might just forgot them at the moment (sometimes when you need to remember something specific you just can't, your mind is just stuck ugh) or because I might not have come across their work yet so I don't want anyone to feel bad. Your work is always appreciated. 💗

Byeee xoxo

[tarta-de-limon]

THIS IS FOR YOU POOKIE AND YOUR FUTURE DAMIAN AU @ramshuu 😭✋‼️‼️‼️‼️💖‼️💖‼️💖‼️‼️💖‼️💖‼️💖

I LOVED THE STORY, AND HIS HAIR???? HE LOOKS SO PRETTY

HE LOOKS SO PEACEFUL, LIKE IDK, SO IN PEACE??? I DON'T KNOW IF THAT'S THE CASE BUT HE LOOKS SO SERENE I LOVE IT. I HOPE YOU KEEP SHARING STORY ABOUT THE AU BECAUSE I'M HOOKED 🗣️‼️💖

Do you think Damian would be like iroh?

"Are you an animal? that is NOT how a gentleman prepares tea. Watch. Learn."

I HOPE YOU LIKE IT POOKIE 😭✋💖‼️💖‼️💖🗣️💖🗣️💖

SpeedPaint!! I realized he was a little too pale and added a little more color to his skin after I downloaded the video, so here he looks paler!

[justjams2003]

Hello my love! I have a Thor request! So I just read thundering return and I loved it it’s so good!! So I was wondering if you could do something like that but different! So what if after reader gets her outfit okayed by Thor she goes out in the town with a guard since Thor had avengers work to do! But she falls and her dresss ripped and it looks like she did it on purpose.

She so tries to get back to the castle before Thor comes home but he beats her there and when she walks in with that ripped dress he gets mad and teaches her a lesson on being a whore if yk what I mean

Love your writing please take your time!! 🩷

~ sincerely silk 🫶🏾✨🎀🤍

Hello Pookie 🥰 Thank you so much for the request! I must admit I'm writing this at one in the morning so if there are any mistakes I do apologise! But I hope it is to your liking and that you enjoy this very much.

Pairing: Dark!Thor x slave!arraigned marriage wife!reader

Warnings: Mentions of a previous rape, manipulation, Stockholm syndrome-type situation, degrading, praising. Abusive relationship. Controlling, possessiveness, blowjob, face fucking, tell me if I miss any.

Word Count: 2,5k+ unedited

You’ve always liked the sun, warmth. You liked walking in the garden, feeling the rays warm your face and tan your skin. Your mother didn’t like that, she wants to keep you fair and beautiful for the possible marriage offers you might receive. Men did bet millions and billions for your hand but your mother was certain she could get more than money.  

And she did. You’ve done your family a great honour by being Thor’s wife. Connecting the family name to the Odinson name. Placing a veil of protection over the family of beauty. You thought that maybe finally having a husband would mean not having to constantly be hidden from the world like your mother hid you.... You can’t help but wonder how she is.  

“You shouldn’t sit in the sun, it’ll damage your skin.” Your maid echos while you sit on the porch of the castle. Your gaze falls on Thor and his company as they get ready to leave for their trip. You lean your body against the stone of the surrounding walls. Your chin leaning on your flat hands. 

You ignore your handmaiden. You like watching Thor. He looks so stern and kingly, pointing at a map, rubbing his beard and then pointing again. He walks up the castle steps, your heart races and your head rises, you must act properly if he’s going to talk to you. But, he walks past. 

Your eyes follow him as he walks back into the castle. You swallow the knot in your throat. You know what him going away means. It means you’ll be all alone. You’re not allowed anywhere without his knowing and consent. And if he’s not here, you won’t be going anywhere. 

You know deep down he won’t greet you when he leaves. He’s not soft with you when others are around like he is when you are alone. He doesn’t allow himself to be overindulgent when the others are watching. They mustn't know that their future king is weak, that he feels. 

He walks back out of the castle, through the doors and before he’s down the stairs you jump up. “My love?” Your voice is faint and sounds hesitant. Thor stops in his tracks and turns to you. He walks over to where you now stand. His head tilts, telling you to speak. 

“I was thinking, maybe, while you’re gone, I could just maybe possibly-” Thor glares and interrupts you before you ask what you really want to. “Don’t ramble, it’s unsightly. Get to the point.” His voice is rough and quickly jolts you into shape. “Right. Could I perhaps visit the market?” You wring your wrist in between your hands. His eyes fall on your hands and you stop, knowing he hates fidgeting. 

His eyes then seem to scan over your body. He’s picked out and bought each dress with obsessive detail. But some are more appropriate for outside the castle and others better for inside the castle than others. And you know now he’s assessing your current dress’ suitability. You turn around for him. 

He doesn’t give any concrete affirmation but only calls a guard closer. “She is not to talk to you or any other. She will be back before nightfall.” The night nods and stands just a few feet behind you. He’s guarded you before and knows the rules and regulations. A wide smile falls on your lips and you bend your head in a bow. 

“Thank you, my prince. I’ll be on my best behaviour.”

The market is lively, and there is music going around from somewhere you can’t quite find. People are calling out prices for their items, trying to sell their wares. There is the smell of boar being roasted and beer being drunk.  

People step out of your way when you walk with your group of handmaidens and guards. “Your majesty. Wouldn’t you take these beautiful flowers to match your grace?” Your eyes fall on the old man trying to pay his respects to the princess. Your guts twist and turn. You know you have a duty to your people, to be kind to them. But also to Thor, to not take gifts from another man, no matter his age. 

You nod to your handmaiden to take the bouquet of flowers. Her brows furrow in worry for your well-being, and her eyes flicker to the guard. You both know he is going to tell everything notable to the prince. But she follows your command. 

“You keep it.” You speak to her once you’re past the flower merchant. Your handmaiden bows her head, grateful. “Please mind my arrogance in asking but was that wise, Your Highness?” She asks, she knows the blue bruises you carry on your skin. She is devout to her princess and not to her prince and doesn’t believe when she says he is soft. 

“Likely not. But I was not the one to accept the gift. You were. Is it not in your possession?” You ask, knowing you’ve found a technicality. She allows a knowing smile to grace her and again bows her head. Your eyes find the sun’s position in the sky. It’s low, much lower than you would’ve expected or liked. “We should go back.” 

But as all accidents happen, in a rush of bumbling and fumbling of steps in a panic to get something done quick. What’s the difference between an accident and on porpoise? One purpose is to plan something beforehand. An accident is an event that has unintentionally happened, that results in damage, injury or harm. And this was not planned and this does cause harm. 

But not harm as in the scrape on your knee. And not as in the harm to the fabric now noticeable to the tear in your dress from the ankle to right above the knee. But rather what would happen if Thor were to see this. The harm that would fall upon you if he believed that this was rather on purpose than an accident. 

You snap your head to your handmaiden. Your eyes and hers go wide with panic. Your heart falls in your shoes and at the same knocks around in your body in hysteria. You scramble to pick up all the material of your dress. You try to cover yourself with what little extra material you have. 

From there it was a mad dash. You’re glad being a princess allows you to move through the crowds rather quickly. Your head snaps back at the sky beginning to dangle dangerously low in the sky. To the point that the blue begins to bleed to blood red.  

Was the sun racing you? Determined to be the first to turn blue. Relief spills over you right as red splashes over into purple and then dark blue. Your feet hit the stone stairs with a clack on each one. But you do not bother because you believe you’ve made it home before Thor. 

That is until you storm into your bedroom. The smile instantly falls from your face. Your heart thumps in your ears like it does after you’ve run as far as she has. Sweat pours over her like a wave smashing everything to bits in its way. You soon hear your handmaiden stop behind you and gasp seeing the prince. 

“Leave.” He instantly commands the girl. She looks to you for confirmation and you give it to her. She closes the door behind her. You gulp, trying to steady your heart racing and your heavy breathing. He steps closer, one heavy boot at a time. If the castle was made of paper it would’ve crumpled. 

He tilts his head, “Who so out of breath?” He taunts you. He knows well the time restrictions set, but he wants to hear you say it. You keep your dress close to your body, hoping to keep the tear hidden for as long as possible. “I was instructed to be home before sunset.” 

You snap your head to the balcony, seeing the last rays of the star just barely creeping over the mountains. “I’ve done as instructed.” Thor hums, he’s looking for something to be wrong. Why else would you be so wide-eyed and frayed. Begging for his praise, distracting him with good done. 

His eyes inspect your body. Quite carefully. Until he spots it. He has to fight the grin that wants to form on his. He steps closer. He speaks: “Good girl.” He coos, but his hand reaches down. His calloused fingers find the tear and drags from there to your upper thigh and then some. 

“What the fuck is this?” Thor’s hand grabs onto your soft supple bottom flesh. He guides your leg to lift into his large hand. In one fluid motion, he has you against the wall, your now exposed leg being made to wrap around him by his iron grip. 

“It-it was an accident. I tripped and fell and the dress ripped.” You stutter, your mind is conflicting with your body. Your body likes his touch grabbing and squeezing onto your thigh. It incites a wet pleasure from you. But your mind worries, this is not the reaction you expected. 

Thor scoffs, “Please, that bullshit if I ever heard it. No...you did this on purpose.” Your eyes widen, not that you can be shocked, you expected this more than anything. You knew he’d blame you the moment you made contact with the floor. “No, Thor, please believe-” 

You’re stopped by his hand on your neck and a crazed look in his eyes. “Don’t think I haven’t seen those longing looks you’ve been giving me. You’re a needy slut for my attention and you’ve whored yourself out on the streets to get it.” Your breathing hitches at your words. You would fight but you know he won’t listen. 

“You forget your place, wife.” He snaps, tightening his hold on your neck. Your many years of training come back to you. He’s right. He’s right. He’s been gone so much lately on missions with those humans, you’ve been lonely and desperate for his attention. 

“Yes, my prince.” He grins at your words. He shoves you in front of the bed, now he’s ripping at your corset strings. Stripping you as quick as he can. Once you’re bare in front of him, he shoves you down to your knees. His bulge is proud in his pants in front of you. 

“You wanted my attention, you’ve got to work for it.” You take in a deep breath. This is what you wanted. Isn’t it? Why else would you beg like you did to go out? And then rip your dress in such a public place too? Your instincts kick in, you’ve done this a hundred times. 

You make quick work of his belt. It starts with quick and small kitten licks on his slit. His hand grabs your hair. “Come on, don’t be shy now. You’re a whore, act like it, damnit.” He grins, pretending that he cares about what you want. He wants to teach you a lesson. But it only makes sense, right? You did this to yourself. 

You take one big lick from the base on his cock up to his uncircumcised tip. You hollow out your cheeks and take as much of him in as you can. But he’s a huge man and no matter what size you are it’d be hard to fit him all in your mouth. 

“By Odin’s beard, you look just like those town whores you see in the filthy peasant villages.” He groans with a shit-eating smirk. You bob your mouth up and down. Coating his dick in your spit. You make sure to swirl your tongue around his vein just how he likes it. 

The other half of his huge cock that you can’t seem to bottom out, you pump with your hand. He growls at this, clearly not impressed with this shitty attempt at a blowjob. He grabs your head with both his hands. You know this stance all too well. Your eyes look up at him, silently begging him for mercy. 

“I don’t know why you look so scared. Isn’t this what you wanted?” His hips thrust, shoving his cock right down your throat. You gag, but there is no care in his eyes. You grab onto his thighs, trying to stabilize yourself. His crotch rapidly jerks forward and back over and over. Face fucking you with the power of the god he is. 

“Your dirty liar mouth feels so fucking good.” He gasps out, but you rarely even realise what he says. Your eyes are blurred with tears. Your throat burns from his dick stabbing you repeatedly in your oesophagus. Your ears feel almost blocked from the daze you're in being used as a face fuck. 

You can physically see his balls begin to tighten after a good while of him abusing your face. “Oh fuck...fuck...” He mumbles then looks down at you. His blue eyes are hazy with pleasure. “I’m gonna fill your mouth, you fucking slut. And your gonna take it all like the whore you are.” He commands you, but there isn’t much way for you to protest. 

His hot sticky seed flows down your throat. He slows right at the back of your throat. You sputter before taking big gulps. The bittersweet flavour burns your tongue and you can’t get enough of it. “Look at you, loving it. Such a bitch from me and so prim and proper for those other men.” He grins, knowing he can have you like this any time he wants. 

He pulls his still semi-hard cock out of your mouth. “Show me.” He orders, hands on his hips. You do as he asks, opening your mouth that you’ve done as wanted and drank all his cum. “Fucking hell...just look at that.” 

Thor bends down in front of you, his dick still out but he doesn’t care much for modesty when it comes to himself. “Aren’t I just the best? You come in here, dressed like some common harlot. I should’ve punished you.” His hand is on your chin and his thumb swipes at your bottom lip. “Yes, my prince.” He smiles at this response. 

“I saw that you were really just a needy whore for me and gave you my cock instead. Say thank you, you slut.” He’s almost disgusted with how nice he thinks he was. “Thank you, my prince, for showing your whore mercy.” No matter how hard you try to escape the mindset, you’ll always be his little slut. 

He suddenly takes your lips in his. Abusing your lips in a passionate kiss. “It’s because my whore is just oh-so-pretty. I just can’t say no to you.”  

[teecupangel]

Hello!! Hii!! It's me again :3c

Hope you're having a good day tee! Been re-reading your fics and ARGH they're so good, wish I could eat them, just needed you to know that ehe.

Anyways! I come with an idea!

Have you ever thought of a role reversal/swap au? Like, the modern gang are the ones in the past and the ones from the past are the in the modern time reliving the(ir) past.

I know that there are a lot of characters, from the past and present, and idk how swapping all of their places would work so I'm only focusing on my pookies for this ask :3c

The pookies in question are Desmond, Altaïr, Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton, of course.

So this time Desmond is the one in the past, AND WE COULD GO WILD FROM HERE!!

Was Desmond one of The Greatest Assassin's Of All Time™ or was he just like modern!Desmond who ran away from the creed and was roped back in to the entire thing only after a few years lol. Like I said, GO WILD!!

Rebecca, Shaun, Lucy and Clay are also in the past with Desmond, all the modern day characters are! (So also the antagonists!)

Also, I'm a biracial Desmond truther so that's definitely going to determine the setting he's going to be in.

My HC is that he's Half Syrian, half whatever William is (fuck you William) so maybe he could be born in Masyaf, during when? You decide!

I didn't want this to sound like a Desmond get reborn as Altaïr ask (I LOVE YOU DESMOND REBORN AS 'SOMEONE' ASKS) because I still want him to be in ancient/old Syria (or somewhere near that! Like I said GO WILDDDDD) that's why I'm keeping everything vague jssjaj

And tee the modern day plot is whatever you want it to be, and this time Altaïr, Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton (along with the characters from their games) would be our modern gang! Finally they can interact and banter with eachother.

The Animus and isus are still going to be involved of course.

can we get some ClayDes with this? Or AltDes?or both Please and thank you <3.

Also I'm so sorry if this idea seems so vague and plotless it literally just popped into my head a few minutes ago LOL (definitely not from re-reading Zero Eclipse again nope). And as per usual, forgive me for anything spelling/grammar mistakes! English is hard ajdhsjjaajsh.

You know what would be funny, nonny?

If this isn’t a case of Desmond being reborn as Altaïr BUT Desmond pretending to be Altaïr because Altaïr went missing.

Desmond, Rebecca, Shaun, Lucy and Clay all woke up in the temple underneath Jerusalem. The Apple was gone so their best guess was that this was after the big FUBAR that landed Altaïr in hot waters.

And to make this all the more interesting, the gang was sent to the past just as Desmond was about to stab Lucy in the coliseum.

Everyone but Clay doesn’t know Lucy is a Templar. Lucy and Clay make a truce of some kind where Clay keeps it a secret because they all need to focus on how to get back to their actual time.

(Clay only agrees to not explicitly telling everyone that Lucy is a Templar, that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to tell the local bureau that there was a blonde foreigner crusader spy and he may or may not be hinting that someone is a traitor among them to Desmond the entire time, loop hole abuse is one of Clay’s favorite past time after all)

And here comes the mystery.

Desmond tries to check Jerusalem out because they need to figure out just ‘when’ they were kicked to and an informant saw him, called him Altaïr and dragged him to the bureau where…

Kadar was working as the temporary Rafiq.

What. The. Fuck.

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Flashforward to the future where Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton wake up in a very familiar face. And hey, it’s Juno.

And he’s screaming at Altaïr who looked ready to throttle her, skin her alive and feed the goddamn skin down her throat.

They ran away from the screaming Juno and find the gang’s van.

Altaïr ‘surprisingly’ seemed to know how to open it and they both hide their before Altaïr tell them his side of the story.

So…

Altaïr decided that restraint was a word that should just be thrown out of the window after his wife and son died. He started messing up the Apple and unlocked admin access to it, which meant that he could get any information he wanted.

And the information he wanted was to change the past so the people he loved and cared for would live past their fated death.

He managed to return to the past and saved Kadar.

Unfortunately, Kadar’s survival caused a ripple in time and space and Altaïr was sucked into it where he… may or may not have met a Reader of time.

He made a deal with the Reader.

Apparently, Altaïr was not allowed to mess with his own time, no one was allowed to do that.

However, that didn’t mean that he couldn’t mess with other people’s time and someone else couldn’t mess with his time.

So they made a deal. The Reader would send someone who would want to give Altaïr a happy ending, in exchange Altaïr was to change the fate of the person the Reader was sending by taking out the Templars in the mean time.

Things started to get strange while they were switching timelines though.

Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton were yanked from their timeline because of their deep connection to Desmond and the gang was yanked with Desmond in the process because they were near Desmond (Clay getting yanked was because his digital avatar’s home, the Animus, was connected to Desmond’s phone via a shared network and the transfer counted him as an individual)

Altaïr is sorta kinda sure that they’d return to their original timeline once Altaïr had done his side of the bargain and Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton really have no other clue other than what the great Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad is telling them so they just go along with it.

First thing first… Altaïr needs to get into contact with William Miles to get information about this time that the Reader and his Apple was unable to give him.

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On the other side of this wacky time travel ride, everyone assumes Altaïr is missing because they returned to the past.

Lucy is all in on the whole “we need to preserve history or else we risk the chance of disappearing!” and Shaun agrees with her (for now).

Clay thinks they should just fuck shit up and see what happens and Rebecca isn’t entirely on board with either ideas and more focused on finding out how they could return home.

For now…

Desmond will continue to pretend to be Altaïr who went missing because he was wounded in Jerusalem (after trying to save Kadar, sounds fishy, might be a clue) and the gang is now the kind people who healed him.

(Rebecca and Shaun are pretending to be married, Clay and Lucy are also pretending to be married, it’s very awkward, no one wants to acknowledge that elephant at all)

And…

Oh, yeah.

Malik was the one who got demoted and is now hunting down the Templars.

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If this is ClayDes, it’s gonna be a slowburn kind of deal.

If you want this to be AltDes, Desmond and Altaïr actually manages to contact one another when they’re dreaming after Altaïr used the Animus to check his own past and got routed to Desmond’s POV.

If you want both, the same setup as AltDes but Clay gets suckered into the dream videocall because of unknown reasons.

[nanaslutt]

looove from uu guys <3

1) TEHEHEE THANK UU

2) THANK UUU i also want my ino.. he’s so perfect

3) this is sooo sweet, others have said this too but it makes me so happy, if anyone has started making smaus bcs of me that’s so cute

4) I GOT U BAE🫡🫡

5) my skin has been looking incredible lately so THANK U POOKIE

6) thank you so much <3 i’m so happy u like my stuff

7) AHHH THANK YOU!! i do my best when it comes to keeping them in character so im glad it shows ^.^

8) thank you ml!! he’s also one of my favs to write for, seeing him in all these scenarios makes me appreciate his cannon character more too, i just love him sm

9) gotta go read ur bedtime stories from ur fav delulu entity

10) this is so sweet thank you so much <3 i’m sorry you’ve been going through it lately and i hope you feel better soon!! im glad i can provide a little happiness in the meantime

11) THE DILFSSS i love them too, they’re so edible

12) hii!! thank u so much :)) i don’t do anon emojis anymore but u can still sign off if you want, & yes i’m taking rqs but only for smaus, and i do plan to do angst in the future

[lace-coffin]

For when your requests open soon kinda like the child breaking in how do you think the collector would rect to like teens using the hotell as a smoke spot or something also jow that im thinking about it he would just kill them since the start of thr collection it starts by saying he kills anyone and doesn’t discriminate personally i say dang but also i hsve no idea i might be making up everything im typing as i go along hoping your like oh wow this fella this extremely homosexual fella is so right!!!! #guess whos drunk game!!!!!£!

How would Asa Emory react to teens breaking into the hotel to smoke?

I absolutely love this request lmao, from one homo to another u r absolutely so right. I hope u had a good night pookie < 3

Tw for violence and gore

The acrid ashy smell was a dead giveaway before he’d even stepped into the hotel. Teenagers using his hotel as a smoke spot, hadn’t they seen literally any trashy slasher movie? This was a perfect setup to get murdered by a hulking masked man with an axe or whatever the kids were watching these days.

It’s not like he could completely blame them, him having been a teenager once and not above bumming a smoke off other students when the stress got the best off him.

Groaning and dragging a gloved hand down his face, Asa enters the building, pulling the door with more force than necessary and effectively slamming it into the wall in annoyance. It’s not like it was worth being stealthy, these little fucks will be dead soon enough, not like it’s going to matter in the end.

Two hounds sit either side of the collector at his monitor, Allister on the left and Aster on the right, waiting at attention for orders but mostly soaking up the absent minded pats Asa has been giving them whilst focused on the screen.

A group of teenagers, maybe about college age, sit slumped against the filthy walls of the abandoned hotel room smoking, what, he’s not sure, but that’s not relevant. smashed beer bottles litter the floor, glittering under the barley there fluorescent lights.

Disgusting, spilling all that shit over his floors, don’t they know he has art pieces in here that are priceless? Not like they would understand the work that goes behind his beautiful collection.

A pissed off groan escapes Asa’s gritted teeth, the dog’s ears perking at this, shifting to sit slightly more alert. Asa looks down to his pups, tilting his head in thought. He has a good view of the room from here, he may be able to put on a show for himself in the future before finishing them off. Setting the camera’s to ‘record’ he stands, scraping his chair backwards.

Pulling the mask taught by the strings and tying himself in he double checks his hunting knife is where he left it and sets off. Aster and Allister follow happily down the halls, just happy to be included and by their masters side.

The door is slammed open before any of the teens can react, dogs ordered to dispose of the intruders with a shout and hand signal, realistically no matter how well trained his pets are they wouldn’t be able to take down 4 teenagers by themselves. knowing this Asa pulls his knife from his belt, the teens paying no attention to him, solely focused in attempting to either kick the dogs snouts away and detach the muscle deep bite they have lodged into them off or trying to tear the hounds off their screaming and struggling friends.

Grabbing one of the men by the throat the collector slams the stranger against the wall, knife raised at his jugular with intend to slash.

“Y-you don’t have to do this man, we’ll leave ok? We’ll even clean up, fuck just..just let us go and we won’t say shit I promise”

the fear is evident all over this kids face, the desperation gives Asa a sick kick, feelings of superiority and giddiness bubbling up in his chest. the masked man adds more pressure to the knife, enough to break skin and allow a few dribbles of crimson to run down the knife, watching the panic increase ten fold.

Apart from letting out an undignified squeak the teen stops reacting, bracing for the end. How dull. Realising his toy has stopped performing he rips the blade across the soft flesh under him, making it messy and careless. The gasping body slumps against him, no longer able to hold himself through the agony. Asa’s lip curls in disgust, shoving the bleeding body away from himself to crumple to the ground.

Glancing back over it seems the dogs have fatally wounded at least two of the intruders, they aren’t dead yet but regardless they won’t be rushing anywhere in a hurry. The injured strangers flinch in terror as he approaches, before anything can be said Asa’s heavy leather boot is smashing the teens head against the dirty floor as hard as he can, skull making a sickening crunch under the weight of it and sending a wave of euphoria over the killer. He notes his boots will need cleaning later, viscera caught on the laces.

Something about the display must have awakened something primal in the least injured victim, taking off down the hall clumsily, usually he would send a dog to give chase or do it himself but he knows this hotel inside out, there’s a range of traps lining the walls of just that hall, let alone the entire building. Regardless if Asa bothers to follow or not he won’t be making it out alive. As if on cue a guttural scream then groan can be heard. He made it atleast two corridors down, better than most.

Attention now back in the room Asa looks over the last victim, curled up and bleeding into the ratty carpet. Shock probably. No point in making a show of this one, his mind has already checked out. He might make good food for the projects in the basement…you can never be too prepared. Sighing Asa slings the man’s half conscious body over his shoulder without care, whistling for the dogs to follow as he makes the trek to the basement.

[the-kr8tor]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN IVE GOT SOME ENERGY TO DO THIS!! Daily Hobie HC! I love octobie- I'll never forget this<3 The rain pelted down on the deck, swords clashing. With every sharp sting of metal cutting through the air, thunder cackled in the distance, the waves of the ocean raging with your own anger. Your anger knew no bounds, seeping from your body and through the cracks of the ship, tainting the ocean to roar and roll, tentacles of waves clawing at the ships. Blood spilled mercilessly as you fought for your lover. For Hobie. Every ticking moment the blade was grazing cruelly against his skin was every moment to your heart beating faster in your ears. Hobie had been restrained to the mast of the enemy's ship after being caught by a cold blow from the butt of a gun, ropes firm around his ankles and neck as the fight droned on. Blinded by rage and desperation, you fought with everything you had to spare. However, it all seemed to be in vain as you saw the knife plunged deep into his abdomen, blood spilling out and thickly coating his shirt. You watched his eyes flicker in and out of consciousness, tears welling at his eyes as the same as yours. Hobie's vision blurred significantly, watching as you ran towards him and cut free his bindings, brutally killing any enemies that dared to step close. He watched as you held him close, mustering up the last of his strength to gently cup your face with a small smile, wiping away your tears. His breath was shallow, blood bubbling from the stab wound. The moment Hobie's consciousness slipped away, you let out a gut-wrenching cry, your crewmates flinching at your grief. Thankfully, he was still barely breathing, and possibly able to be saved if his injury was patched up. Hobie was quickly moved under the deck with the ship's medic. If your rage had been intense before, universes were now splitting in half. Fury rolled off your body in waves, dripping into the atmosphere. The thunder only enhanced the chaos filled battle as you cut and slice your way through bodies, blood splattering all over your cold expression. Not long, the battle was won. You make your way quickly to where Hobie would've been, his shirt removed with bandages covering the location of his injury. He laid on the mattress of his bed. His droopy eyes opened with pure fondness and love for you, despite the blood splattered across your skin. You sat at the edge and hugged Hobie, tears running down your cheeks as you masked your worry for him with weak anger. He could see right through it, holding you closer and kissing your forehead, gently rubbing your back so that you could calm down and relax for a moment, knowing your body was still buzzed on adrenaline. -🐦‍⬛

Happy Halloween!! I hope u got lots of candies! 🎃

Daily Hobie HC ❤️❤️❤️

Here's to more octobies in the future! 🥂

YOOOOO THE SECOND I READ DECK I SCREAMED BDAS!!!

GASP!!! NOOOOOO HOBIE

How dare u write the ending of bdas 😤😤 /jk

I love the atmosphere of this!

R deserves to go crazy! Go pookie! Go murder some ppl for your lover!!! I support their rights and wrongs

OH HELL YEAH R IS A BADASS

Hobieee noooo hold on!!!

I can just imagine the slow mo scene of r coming up the deck with their fury filled expression, blood coating their clothes and weapons and just staring down at the enemy with so much furriosity that the enemy thinks r can control the weather by how lightning strikes just behind r before they lunged at them

OH THANK FUCK HE'S ALIVE

I bet Hobie fell more in love with r after that 🤭

[enceladussx]

love lust blah blah

how have i worked up the fortune to be present on this earth, this earth so full of love and possibilities, at the same time you pose existence on this earth alongside me. the existence of humanity has existed for 15,000 times greater than our lifespan. how is this possible? how have i wound up here, in the arms and grace of your arms where i could be anywhere. your soul grips onto mine when i so daringly look into your eyes; what can we do, what can we craft? what can be done in this short time we spend together on this rock of life. my soul leaps out of my being every time i feel your delicate skin so willingly press against mine as we so graciously share that singularity in time together, peace we have. habitually you stroll through my mind reminding me of how much of an addictive craving you are, yet, you will not summon immediately in front of me as i so please. this dependent longing for you has forced me to be patient for your touch, your gaze, your scent, your presence, although, it feels like a punishment every time you are afar. looking up at you, from down below - wherever that may be - assures me of great safety and innocent passion; so rare yet so pure. i must encapsulate this feeling, put in in a box and nurture with love and devotion so that i can watch it grow, so great and tall into an enchanting forest - living forever. i pray we seek fortune in the opportunity of possessing the chance of growing together like vines intertwining in together; through and through. i observe your person and as i do so it floods my entity with adrenaline for the future we may grasp luck of spending together; endless opportunities, exploring the beauty of earth together - not finished until we have explore every corner of this planet, we can see it all!! i hope so dearly at least. i feel so comfortable with you, like there are no problems prevalent at your attendance, you are my rock. you remind me of times where there were no troubles and things were easy; everything was okay. you cast such peace upon my aura - i cannot let go of it, we have plenty of things to do yn, i cannot wait for it all, you are my angel, my love, my pookie, my yn. i adore you so much.

[baldwin-montclair]

Baldwin’s Nightingale (Part 10)

Characters: Baldwin Montclair/OC

Timeframe: After the S1 Finale, TV Show canon MOSTLY (some S2 and Shadow of Night).

Summary: Passions run high when Alisha and Baldwin return from the auction as considerations over the future of their relationship arise.

Tag requests: @christi14 @poemfreak306 @pookie-cleary

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PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

PART 6

PART 7

PART 8

PART 9

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“Wait,” Alisha fought to keep her head, Baldwin’s lips on her throat making that rather difficult, “don’t tear the dress, it’s too pretty!” She pleaded, fearing for the about to be scattered buttons that held it closed at the back.

The quiet growl of frustration from him did not help to temper her excitement either.

They had barely gotten in inside the apartment when when he pounced, her back against the heavy door and his suit jacket and bow tie discarded on the floor beside them.

However, just the mere seconds she delayed him caused an obvious change in his demeanour, as though that tiny window of opportunity allowed an equally small kernel of rationality to get through.

“Baldwin?” She started, already sensing him emotionally withdrawing.

“I can’t do this to you,” he swallowed hard, backing away from her, “I’m sorry.”

“You’re not doing anything to me Baldwin, I can assure you I am very much a willing participant in this.”

“I’m not talking about sex, Alisha, I-“

“Neither am I. I told you, I love you and I want to be with you. I thought you felt the same way.”

“How I feel is irrelevant.”

“Don’t do that, if you’re going to protect your unfeeling asshole image then at least have the guts to not skulk off like you’re in some Jane Austen novel.” The sudden outburst of anger shocked him momentarily.

“You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about!”

“Really? Do you think I didn’t notice poor Gallowglass jumping to attention when you commanded him?”

“I don’t know what you think you understand, about me, my family or my obligations but I promise you that the one thing the De Clermont’s do not need is their head distracted because his mate is in danger!”

It took every once of restraint she had not to meet his angry words with her own.

She stayed silent for a moment, trying to control her breathing - and seething fury - sensing him awaiting the next barb, like an embattled warrior preparing for another onslaught.

When it didn’t come, he ran his hand through his hair, seemingly at a loss.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly after a moment.

“I know,” she held out her hand for him to join her and he reached out and took it, allowing her to pull him into a warm hug as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, “do you want to tell me what happened?”

“Not particularly,” he answered, “but I don’t believe I have much of a choice.” He answered resignedly and released her from the embrace.

“You really don’t.” She agreed.

“We have a lot to discuss, you should be comfortable as we do so.”

“I’ll meet you back here,” she moved to leave before realising, “um, bit awkward but I really do need help with the buttons.”

A light chuckle escaped his lips, seemingly wiping clean the bad atmosphere between them.

He made a circular gesture with his finger, a signal for her to turn around and she did, trying not to think too hard about his fingers brushing temporarily against the skin of her back as he worked carefully.

“It is done.” He stated simply but paused to place a light kiss on the nape of her neck.

“Ah, that is nice.” Alisha sighed in relief as she massaged her scalp after removing the last of the hairpins, freeing the strained follicles.

She decided on borrowing yet another one of Baldwin’s shirts to wear, massive on her but so very comfortable and he did suggest that she should be comfortable.

When she left the room and found him, leaning against the sofa, shirt sleeves rolled up, she felt less unsure with her choice of dress.

Alisha was unconvinced that he didn’t know just how good he looked like this.

“Fortunate that I have so many shirts.”

“I can go change if you prefer?”

“I won’t have it, even if you are very distracting.”

“Me?” She answered with mock offence, giving him a frank look up and down before taking a seat on the sofa.

“Of course. As radiant as you were in that dress - and you were - looking as you are now I don’t think I’ve seen a more stunning sight.” He said smoothly, taking a seat beside her.

“You were going to tell me what happened, don’t try to distract me with charm.”

“I hoped that would work.”

“It doesn’t.”

“Very well.”

Alisha raised her eyebrows in encouragement for him to continue.

“Give me a moment to think.”

“I was in there for ages, you had plenty of time to think of what to say.”

“I did, then you emerged, like that, and I forgot what I was going to say.”

“You’re doing it again.” She accused.

Baldwin held his hands in a gesture of surrender.

“Alright, what we were about to do, I knew it was the line.”

“What line?”

“The point of no return. If we continued, it would mean that we are mated and I couldn’t do that to you without your full understanding of what that meant.”

“Are you trying to tell me you’ve been celibate since becoming a vampire?” She asked disbelievingly.

“Gods no!”

“Then why-“

“They weren’t you. I cared for many, even loved a handful but they were not my mate.”

“So, if we had sex, that would mean we’re like vampire common law married or-“

“Not even close. Marriages can be annulled, broken in divorce. To become mated is to do so for life, all of yours and all of mine.” He explained.

“Would I need to be turned?” She asked with trepidation

“No,” he answered abruptly, “there’s no guarantee a siring would be successful and if it wasn’t, it would kill you.”

“Okay-“

“There’s something else to consider.”

“Which is?”

“Vampires cannot biologically reproduce, I cannot give you children.”

“Why do you assume I want children?”

“You’re of age, fertile-“

“Neither things mean I have to have my own.”

“You don’t like children?”

“I love them, I help out at a musical camp every summer. I just enjoy giving them back to their parents at the end. Did you have children, before?”

“Not that I know of. Unlike you, I don’t really have the patience for dealing with them.”

“You’ve never had to deal with them, I bet you’d go all Papa Bear if you did, you’re exactly the type.”

“Unlikely.”

“Have you sired any vampires?”

“One. Her name is Miyako, a ferocious warrior when she was a human. As a vampire, she’s unstoppable.”

“You sound proud of your daughter, Baldwin. It’s kind of adorable.”

He rolled his eyes at her teasing.

“Will I meet her at some point?” She asked, hopeful.

“That depends on you.”

“I still haven’t shown I understand what mating means to your satisfaction?”

“The fault is not yours, I have kept the most difficult aspect until last.” He admitted.

“Which is?”

“Obedience.”

“Excuse me?”

“Exactly. Not as simple now, is it?”

“Baldwin, you know this world and the dangers, I don’t. If you’re saying that I have to follow instructions to be safe then I will-“

“I’m not...saying that. I’m saying that I am the head of my family and as my mate, you would be part of that family. You would have to obey me in all matters, as they must, if not more.”

“That seems slightly medieval.”

“Perhaps, but it’s the best way to keep order amongst creatures who would rather see one another dead, and that is not going to change. It’s a necessary ultimatum, I’m afraid.”

“Why do I get the feeling that if I can’t accept that, I don’t get any of you.”

“It’s not vindictive, it’s what needs to happen.”

“What is? We just never see each other again?”

“Yes. I would of course see to it that you had a good life, new country, new identity. The mating instinct lies with me, you might be...upset for a time but you’ll move on.”

“Will you?”

“Don’t concern yourself with me, I know how to be on my own.”

“And I know what I want. The same thing I wanted before, I want you. I agree to your conditions.”

“You’ll obey me without question?”

“Yes. If I don’t trust that every command you give is for a good reason then I can’t claim to truly love you, can I?”

“And if my first command is to make temporary peace with Gerbert until we have the means to utterly destroy him?”

“He killed Michael.”

“Guillermo killed Michael.”

“On his orders!”

“Did Guillermo tell you that?”

Alisha averted her gaze.

“He’s dead, it’s not like he can disagree.”

Baldwin shook his head and tilted her chin with his finger to force her to look at him.

“Did he tell you that?”

“No.”

“Then we have no proof, yet.”

Alisha sighed in resignation.

“He’s not getting the drive.”

“I didn’t say he was. As far as he knows, it does not exist. When, and only when he is no longer a threat, may you continue Michael’s work. Do you accept?”

“Yes.” She answered after a moment.

“Wait here.” He told her and disappeared off to his office, returning a moment later to take a knee in front of her.

“Seriously?” She smiled.

“If we’re going to do this,” he started, removing a small jewellery box from his pocket, “we’re doing it right.”

He opened the box to show a stunning precious round cut opal set in a circle of diamonds with a bright titanium band.

He gave her a look of concern.

“Alisha, please breathe.” He reminded her as she’d inhaled sharply upon seeing it but had not yet exhaled.

“I don’t think I can. It’s-“ she stopped, at a loss.

“An Opal, I‘ve had it for over two thousand years. Mark Anthony tried to buy it from a Senator, planning to gift it to Cleopatra but my father wanted to cause a rift in the Senate. Philippe bade me purchase it instead. He wasn’t interested in the stone so he told me to keep it, that it would be of use one day.”

“Are you telling me that this stone was almost given to Cleopatra by Mark Anthony?”

“Yes, and had he been successful in placing it on her, the devotion it signified would pale in comparison to the devotion it bestows on you now.”

She had to congratulate him for finding a non-trite way of saying that he loved her more than Mark Anthony loved Cleopatra.

“Alisha Black, do you accept me, Lucius Segeric Benoit Christophe Baldwin De Clermont as your husband, mate and master from this breath until your last?”

“I do.”

Baldwin removed the ring from the box and slid it onto the ring finger of her left hand.

“Is that...it?”

“For the Congregation, my family,” he stopped himself, “our family, and every creature, that is it. For human legalities, we will have to file some paperwork, which can be done at Sept-Tours.”

“Don’t we need a priest to officiate.”

“I wasn’t aware you were devout,” he smiled, “Mrs Montclair.”

“I’m not, I just thought we needed an authority to-“

He cut her off with a kiss.

“I am the authority, and you just promised to obey me,” he cupped her face in his hand and lightly stroked his thumb over her bottom lip, “any regrets Little Nightingale?” He asked.

“None,” she shivered in anticipation, “My Lord.”

She deliberately responded with the name that excited him as much as the one he’d uttered excited her.

“Careful.”

“Or?”

“Would you like me to show you?”

“Yes.”

It almost happened in a blur, his leading her into the bedroom and closing the door behind them. She reached out to begin work on the buttons of his shirt but he stopped her.

“I suspect you need some practice in obeying your husband. Close your eyes.”

She opened her mouth to ask why but the mock stern look he gave, stopped her, and she she gave into his order.

“Good, now, you are going to keep your hands down by your sides and not move unless I tell you to.” He told her from somewhere in front of her. His footsteps were so quiet it was impossible to determine his location unless he was speaking, and he had stopped.

When he did make his presence known again, it was to begin to unfasten the buttons of the shirt she was wearing. His command to stay still was severely at war with her self-consciousness when he reached the bottom button.

Fortunately, he did not immediately open the garment but instead traced a line from her neck to her navel with his cold fingers.

He then withdrew his touch, leaving her unsure as to his location.

“You’re doing very well” He praised from behind her as he placed a possessive kiss on the side of her neck.

“Thank you.” She answered, anticipation, arousal and adrenaline causing a heady mixture of emotions, and her knees to grow slightly weaker.

“I’m right here, you can lean against me,” he assured, “I’ll never let you go.”

Accepting his gesture she relaxed against him, allowing her head to fall back and rest on his shoulder. Her movement caused the fabric of the shirt still concealing her breast to fall open.

Without thinking, she moved to put it back where it was and felt Baldwin’s posture straighten.

“Sorry.” She said quietly and he seemed to relax again.

“Forgiven.” He answered, before sliding the shirt from her shoulders, to the floor, leaving her in just her underwear.

This caused her to gasp slightly in surprise.

“Alisha?” He asked.

“I’m fine.” She managed to squeak out.

In response, he pulled her back against him and she realised at some point, he too had disposed of his own shirt, the skin on skin contact making her want to move, to turn and face him.

“Do you want me to stop.”

“No, but I want to touch you.”

“Patience.”

Baldwin’s actions became plain to her. She’d promised to obey, she’d accepted him as her husband and master and he repaid this trust by demonstrating the benevolence of his rule. However, this also meant that it was moving at exactly the pace he set and she had no choice but to surrender to his will.

Only when he was satisfied she’d accepted this, did he turn her to face him.

“You can open your eyes.” He told her but she had a plan and kept them closed.

“Can I also please move?” She asked, appealing to his authority.

“No.”

“As you wish, My Lord.” She answered, trying to hide impatience.

“I did say you could open your eyes.”

“You said I could, you did not command me to do so. If you were to command me, I would, of course, obey.”

“I won’t command it, I’ll instead leave that to My Lady’s discretion.”

She could almost hear the wolffish grin in his words, a challenge that had been accepted.

“Are you trying to retain some control here?” He asked.

“I’m not.”

“No?” He challenged, his hand closing over her left breast as his thumb brushed circles around her nipple.

She could only shake her head in response to his question, the sudden direct contact in the sensory semi-deprivation he had her in ignited her nerve endings and she had to bite her lip to stop the moan that threatened to escape.

“Are you sure? Your heart is beating so fast, I can only deduce that you’re either lying, or...”

His hand wandered down to the edge of her underwear, hesitated a moment and slipped under the fabric.

This moan, she had no power to suppress.

“You can move.”

She opened her eyes, relieved and instantly wrapped her arms around his neck to lean up and kiss him. His arm around her back held her upright against him as his fingers explored.

He walked her over to the edge of the bed and laid her down before removing the last item of clothing she had on and throwing it off to the side. He, however, was still in possession of his trousers and she tried to sit up to relieve him of these.

“Not yet.” He pushed her onto her back gently

She huffed with impatience and he brushed her cheek with his hand.

“I have no wish to hurt you,” he explained as he positioned himself between her legs, “I intend to make you ready before I take you.”

Alisha swallowed hard as she watched him kiss the inside of her thigh.

“I’m not exactly experienced Baldwin but I’m no virgin either, you won’t hurt me.” She assured him.

“There’s no rush, we have all night.”

“But-“

The sudden sensation of her husband’s infamous ‘silver tongue’ cut off her protest. The reputation had been earned through his skill of negotiation and deal-making but it turned out his talent with it far exceeded this narrow field.

It also didn’t help that she was completely unprepared for the degree of pleasure this action elicited having never experienced it before. She’d slept with exactly two men in her life and neither had a fraction of the skill as was being demonstrated upon her at that moment.

“Baldwin, please,” she gasped, shaking her head and trying to pull away before she was too far gone. But with her now shaking legs over his muscular shoulders, she couldn’t get far. There was no earthly way she could be more at his mercy than she was at that moment.

“What is it?” He asked with patience, continuing the delicious pressure with the pad of his thumb whilst he playfully nipped at her thigh with his teeth.

“I need...I want you...inside me, when I-“

He place one last kiss where he’d been attending and stood, allowing her to unfasten his belt and undo his pants, all the while he was admiring her face, her blown pupils and flushed cheeks.

It didn’t take long for her to determine his concern for her comfort.

Having seen plenty of statues from the time Baldwin was human had led her to severely underestimate the size of Roman men’s endowments, judging by the one before her.

“Lie back.” He told her softly and she obeyed, moving further up the bed and watched him cover her body with his own.

It wasn’t until the early morning hours that the newlyweds had thoroughly consummated the union to their satisfaction and slipped into a blissful sleep.

Alisha awoke to the light in the window and, given the early winter’s sun, deduced it had to be close to noon. She was still resting against her husband’s shoulder as he was absently tracing patterns on her back.

”How long have you been awake?”

“Not long. I don’t usually require sleep two nights in a row but last night...” he trailed off.

“Did I exhaust the great and powerful Baldwin De Clermont?” She shifted her position to look up at him.

“Yes, you very much did, Mrs De Clermont.”

“I thought I was Mrs Montclair.”

“You’re both, however, De Clermont by marriage is your title amongst all creatures. According to the humans, you are Alisha Montclair.”

“And you’ll have to write all your names down for me, I don’t think I got them all.” Her smile faltered.

“Sweetheart?”

“Your family, will they accept me?”

“They don’t really have a choice.” He shrugged, unconcerned.

“That’s not as comforting as you think it is! Please tell me Marcus and Gallowglass are the most difficult members of your family to win over!”

“Somewhat.” He lied, picturing the expressionless fury of Ysabeau upon discovering his hypocritical taking of a daemon mate after how he reacted with Matthew mating with a witch.

She’d met the two most genial and easy to get along with members of the De Clermont clan. He was unsure how his sister Verin would react. Marthe could be won over, he calculated. Matthew was gone for the foreseeable future so he was no issue.

“Your mother, is she-“

“Step-Mother, Ysabeau was my father’s mate and she will be accommodating. We will leave today, file the necessary paperwork and only then do we speak to the Congregation.”

“But we’re not accusing Gerbert.”

“No, but we must submit our union to their consideration nonetheless.”

“I don’t understand Baldwin, you said-“

“Stop,” he answered gently, framing her face in his hands, “it will be alright. The witches will be against but I can convince Agatha to have the daemons vote for us.”

“Do you get a vote?”

“I do.”

“Gerbert is your enemy, he will vote no.”

“Yes, but Domenico will vote in our favour, I’ll make sure of it.”

“Five to four.”

“See, no need to worry.”

“What about the Covenant, I thought that was ironclad?”

“It was. But, after the escapade with Matthew and Diana, I relaxed the covenant rules somewhat. It’s no longer completely forbidden but any prospective couple must make a request to the Congregation. I can’t argue for it and then not adhere to it myself.”

“Okay.” She told him, unconvinced he should be so certain.

“Alisha,” he cupped her chin to maker her look at him, “I’m good at convincing people to act in my interests. But make no mistake, I will rip open the throats of any who would dare try and take you from me. Is that understood?”

“Yes.” She answered, a lot more sure about her answer than before.

“You are my wife and my mate. You will love and obey me and I will protect and adore you.”

“I am yours to command, My Lord.” She grinned.

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PART 11