#I WANT HIM TO BEHEAD A MAN WITH HIS BARE HANDS

[sporadicallyanenthusiast]

Listening to Hold Them Down and going insane imagining Odysseus hidden hearing it all and shaking and seething with uncontrollable rage at every word coming out of Antinous' mouth and the fact that we can hear Antinous dying while choking in his own blood and maybe Odysseus has half a mind to cut him into tiny little pieces and have the winds scatter his mangled body all over Greec-

[night-night-stories-before-bed]

No one is left behind

Warning ⚠️; injuries, blood, mention of torture 🔞

Pairing; Simon Ghost Riley/Male!Reader

Summary; Simon and Johnny are captured and everyone decided to leave them behind. Everyone except you.

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Pain exploded in his side and a painful gasp left his lips against his will. Simon closed his eyes for barely a second, taking back control over his body. He didn't, couldn't show any weakness to their captors, especially when Johnny was watching. Simon could hear Johnny cursing as his tormentor as the fucker hit him again and this time he felt his ribs give up in a disgusting crack.

But this time Simon didn't utter a single sound.

His brown eyes stayed on Johnny as the lad looked at him with tears in his eyes. Well, only in one. The other was swollen shut and bloody. Simon wondered if it was still viable after all the hits it took. There was a serious chance that Johnny had lost it and it was Simon's fault.

If he had listened to you, if he had waited just a little bit more they wouldn't have been in that situation. He had made the wrong call and now Johnny was hanging by his wrists, bloody and forced to watch their captor torture Simon.

and he was in the same position. His arms burned and Simon thought his shoulders were about to dislocate.

Yeah.

This time he fucked up good and no one was coming to save them. There was no way.

Simon could do nothing but watch as his captor chose a new tool to torment him. Blades, scissors, torch and even a battery to electrocute him. He shivered seeing the man had chosen it. As much as he wanted to close his eyes, Simon didn't. He tried to ignore Johnny’s screams and begs to not do it, but the captor only laughed.

They all froze upon hearing gunshots and screaming coming from outside the room. They turned their head toward the door and for a split second Simon allowed himself to hope. Hope that someone had come for Johnny and him.

After a few seconds, a heavy silence fell after a guttural scream followed by a body hitting the floor. Simon held his breath, wondering who had won and he wasn't the only one. Their captor cursed when no more sound could be heard and he left before locking the door behind him.

Simon could follow the man easily, his step echoing in the corridor. His captor called for his friends, but no one answered. Then, a scream which didn't last long until the familiar thud of a body hitting the ground followed.

Heart racing in his chest, Simon fought against his chains as he tried to break free. Johnny wasn't doing great as he was barely conscious. They needed to get out now and give Johnny help. He froze hearing someone beating the door, trying to get in. Then a new gunshot and the door opened.

A sigh left Simon’s lips as his whole body relaxed upon seeing you. You stood there, eyes dark and soaked in blood and other fluid that Simon didn't want to think about. You looked at him, then Johnny before going to the youngest. In no time you had Johnny lying down on the floor and you were helping him.

- “Sorry lieutenant, got a hard time tracking you two down. They were good at hiding you.” You said once he was free and squeezed his shoulder.

Simon squeezed your arm and nodded, just happy you were there.

- “Don’t be sorry. You are here and it's all that matters lad. I’m just happy we weren't forgotten.” He said, watching you go grab Johnny and throw him on your shoulder.

- “You were. I just refused to follow the orders, I couldn't abandon you two in the hands of those animals.” You said, helping Simon getting up on his feet. “C’mon Ghosty-Ghost. I got the keys to their car and already warned base that I got y'all.”

Painfully and slowly, Simon followed you. He tried to not look at the carnage you made, but couldn't look away. There was blood and brain matter everywhere, you even beheaded and severed many limbs during your infiltration.

It made Simon want to throw up.

But he didn't.

The second he got into the car and saw you put Johnny in the back seat, Simon felt his grip on his consciousness loosen up and darkness swallowed him.

Simon woke up, his body sore and hurting like hell. He hissed and tried to move, but each attempt only caused more pain. Panic began to grow inside him until he felt your hand on his masked face.

- “Easy Simon, you are safe mate. I got you back to base, so easy, don't go reopening your wound.” You said, voice barely a whisper.

He opened his eyes and looked at you. Dark circles under your eyes told him you hadn't slept in days and you still had some bloody spot on your face. You wore the same clothes as the day you rescued him and Johnny, but cleaner.

Johnny…

Simon felt a wave of fear as he tried to look around.

- “Johnny! Where…” he tried to ask, beg you to tell him Johnny was fine, but you stopped him.

Your hands gently cupped his face as you turned his head gently to the side.

- “Look, Johnny is fine. I got him too, so be quiet. The kid is still resting and he needs it. Those cunts got him bad, but the doc said he was going to be just fine.”

Simon felt tears in his eyes as he finally relaxed. He couldn't stop looking at Johnny, at his chest rising and falling with each breath he took. They were both alive and back at base, because of you. Because you didn't abandon them.

- “Thank you.” Simon whispered as he looked at you.

Slowly, you joined him in bed and Simon blushed under his balaclava. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his shoulder, your eyes looking at Johnny.

- “Ya welcome, Simon. There was no way I was going to leave either of you behind. There was just… no way. I would never have forgiven myself.”

Simon slowly wrapped his arms around, trying to not hurt himself in the process. He sighed and closed his eyes, your weight against him making him strangely feel safe and warm. He was thankful for having you as a teammate and as a friend. He could always count on you to have his back, you proving it over and over just like now.

- “Again, thank you, lad.” He whispered as he slowly fell back asleep.

With you resting against him, Simon had no chance and before he knew it, Morpheus had claimed him once more.

[lovelywyenn]

”Sensitive Girl”

★Toxic!Obanai Iguro x fem!Reader★ Synopsis★There was something Obanai found so beautiful in getting one of the strongest Hashira to whine and cum just from his tongue★ Includes★Bad decisions, making out, cheating, toxic relationships, cream pies, missionary sex, penetrative sex, titty worship, nipple play, nipple sucking★ ★W.C★3.3k

Obanai didn't do what he did for praise.

Slaying demons wasn't something he did to fuel his ego or feel better about himself. He didn't accept praise from his comrades. Obanai didn't take gifts counsel men offered after he beheaded the demon that slaughtered their daughter and sons.

So what was different about this time?

He had been on his way back home after a long mission of high difficulty, body bruised but necessarily battered. When he encountered a demon, attempting to eat a little girl. She cowered against the tree, she couldn't have been any older than six or seven.

Killing the demon was easy. It was weak, barely put up a fight against Obanai’s blade.

He comforted the girl, settling her on his back. Her shrill voice echoes in his ears as she directed him back home. But soon her directions were useless. He remembered this area very well. Obanai visited this village often, long ago.

Turns out the village leader had a daughter since the last time he came here. And was eternally grateful that Obanai had found his little girl.

He offered Obanai a celebration, in his honor, the following Friday night. And of course, the slayer was ready to refuse accordingly.

Until he saw movement in the corner of his eyes. It was a flash of a second, but he saw all he needed to see. Warm eyes and the ends of a pink kimono.

And suddenly his answer was yes.

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Walking into the celebration a few days later was a welcoming feeling. There were baked goods from almost every mother in the village laid out just for him, and village men shaking his hand in awe whenever they encountered him. The village kids swarmed him everywhere he went, begging to hear stories or his adventures as a swordsman. He told them, watered down versions of course. There’s no reason the kids needed to know the harsh reality of his job.

The night was fun so far, now with a belly full and social battery running low. Obanai found refuge in a corner. Of course you were feeling the same way. You were just like him in so many ways, but different all the same.

Your eyes, trying to stare at him with hatred, gazed up at him. He smirked, staring right back at you, noting that no smile graced your face in return.

“You don't look happy to see me” he says after what feels like years of charged silence.

“Because I'm not, you think you're funny, huh?” you question, anger building up in you.

But Obanai shrugs, having the audacity to laugh, “Just a little” he says.

“You hate parties so why the hell are you here?” you demand to know.

And Obanai answers you, though he thinks the answer is obvious, “I wanted to see you, it's been a while”

Your fists clench, “oh so you got the inkling to come see the woman you supposedly ‘love’ after 2 years!” You yell.

The anger in your voice gathered some of the village people's attention and Obanai was quick to pull you away to a quieter, more private area. He could tell you weren't done yelling.

“What?! “ you yell, furiously snatching your arm away from him, “ don't want the whole village to know what an asshole you are!”

“C'mon Y/n don't be like that” Obanai says to you, “we could always take the time to just catch up”

He grabs two glasses of wine, sitting on a nearby table, sliding one into your delicate hands. Obanai always did have such a way with words. A handsome man, with a smooth tongue was the perfect combination to make you hate yourself in the morning.

And he never failed to make you do so.

You and Obanai’s history was complicated. Just thinking about it gives you a booming headache. He had wandered into your village and swept you off your feet. He had you wrapped around his finger….and his cock in no time.

Too busy lost in pleasure to realize he was only using you for his.

But you fell for it everytime, let him make you think he loved you.

But after he left, you managed to get yourself together. Realized you were worth more than the way he treated you. You started to do the things you loved again. Found a man who treated you the way you wanted to be treated.

Sure he wasn’t as rich as Obanai, (And his cock didn’t fill you as deep), but he was sweet, exactly what you needed to heal your broken heart.

Yet here you were, drinking and being stupid enough to laugh with the man who had consumed your mind all these years. As if he wasn’t going to disappear in the morning.

As the night carried on, and the village children’s bedtime came around, the party fizzled down. Now it was strictly adults all stunk with the stench of alcohol.

“I should probably go” you say, placing your second glass on a nearby table. You preferred not to drink much, it was embarrassing to be such a lightweight.

Obanai, on his third glass, didn’t have that problem. He always did know how to handle his alcohol.

“Why stop the fun now” your ex speaks, taking another sip on his glass, “We were having nice conversation”

You nod, “Annoyingly, you’re not wrong. But my boyfriends probably worried about me, I should head-”

“Boyfriend?” Obanai interrupts you, and you recognize that glint in his eyes.

“Uh, yeah…It’s been two years, I wasn’t gonna wait on your ass forever” you roll your eyes.

Obanai scoffs, “Like he could ever compare to me”

And you cross your arms, “He can’t compare to you, cause he’s not an arrogant asshole!” you sneer.

“Yeah, Yeah, keep talking doll. He doesn’t have the cash, the status, or the dick to keep up with you” Obanai says.

The crude words have heat shooting up your neck and creeping to your cheeks, “I’m leaving” you groan, turning to walk away. And he doesn't stop you. Letting you go back to whatever loser you had thought was better than him.

“And I’m not” Obanai muttered under his breath as soon as you were out of ear shot.

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To your horror, Obanai had somehow found a reason to stay in your village.

For a whole week.

He had convinced your village leader that he needed a place to stay for a few nights, even presented him with a compensation gift for the trouble. Typical Obanai, getting his way with his money. Didn’t help that he coincidentally got to stay in a room at the nice old lady’s house across the way from your own.

Suddenly the man seemed to have a heart of gold because everytime you so much as looked out the window, or stood next to one. You got the view of the man shirtless, tending to the old lady’s garden.

You knew obanai very well, he wasn’t planting roses and harvesting tomatoes to be helpful. He was doing it to rub in the fact that only *his* strong arms could hold you down the way you liked. That only his scarred lips could kiss you just right. That *he* was the only man for you.

The worst part was. The displays were starting to get to you. What you would usually scoff at and look away from. Was drawing your attention.

And soon you couldn’t stop thinking about it. The way he used to touch you. How his tongue would trail down your body, focusing right on your pretty tits just the way you craved.

The need for him was consuming you. Just like it had two years ago. And you almost felt bad.

After all you were doing what you thought was a subtle tease right back at himk. Removing your kimono in front of a window you ‘accidentally’ left open. Freeing your hair from its ponytail, having it out and wild the way he liked.

It was like a game of cat and mouse. You had promised yourself you would stop playing your role as the rodent, letting the predator catch you and push you into the mold you had worked so hard to break out of.

But the straw breaks when your boyfriend has to leave town for a while.

Obanai had knocked on your door, sweaty with rough hands and you were already half naked. Underwear is the only thing keeping your dignity.

Though if you had any form of respect for yourself. You wouldn’t have let him in, and you wouldn’t have given into him.

Your boyfriend flashed into your mind as you scooted closer to Obanai on the couch, but as soon as your ex’s hand cradled your face, all you could focus on was the hunk of man in front of you.

The man you were dating was so sweet. He treated you well, like a princess. But maybe, just maybe you weren’t meant for love. Maybe what you deserved was Obanai. To be used as a toy for the night and be abandoned in the morning.

His lips found yours with pretend care, that you fell for everytime. And yours met his with leftover love you had convinced yourself was gone. You let him cradle your body, tongue easily taking control of the kiss as he sets you back against your sofa.

your hands graced the larger man's shoulder. He had somehow grown stronger than he was before. It was nice to finally touch what you had been admiring all week. What you had been yearning to feel again for nearly two years.

The two of you only pull away from the kiss when the need for air outweighs your desire. Obanai could kiss you, his tongue plunged deep down your throat, for hours. So you pulled away first, looking up at him.

Your face was flushed, just as the rest of you was. Everything was hot, everywhere was hot as you looked up at the man hovering over you.

His eyes were dark with lust, panting.

“W-we shouldn't do this…” you say, the weight of your words heavy in the air.

“I know” Obanai says.

And he's kissing you again, hands groping and fondling whatever he could reach. His kisses trail down your body, and the thrill of the moment sends a nasty shiver flowing down to your spine.

Your whines grew into soft moans when his hand came to cup your tits, your bra doing nothing to make you less sensitive. Obanai could already feel your nipples pebbling under the fabric between him and your tits. If this was the past, he would have taken his time with you. Kissed down your body slowly, worship your breasts and get you wet enough for him to slip in with no resistance.

But this wasn’t then. It was now. And he didn’t feel like waiting anymore. Skilled hands unclip your bra, throwing it somewhere. Then his lips were pressing over your tits. Mouthing over the flesh. Your back arches up into him. It had been…a long while since someone had focused on what you really liked.

There was nothing Oanai loved more than your pretty moans getting loud and nasty. Seeing your eyes dull over with nothing but need for him. Nothing in that pretty little head of yours but him. All it took was a flick of his tongue on your nipple and you were all his.

It was something you had discovered your first time with the Hashira on top of you. Your tits were sensitive, so sensitive just staying like this for a while and had you cum just as you would on his cock.

It didn’t help that he sucked just as he would on your clit, teasingly biting and sucking. Warm tongue rolling your nipple around while his free hand plucked and pulled at your other.

You couldn’t help but squirm, couldn’t help but tangle your hands in his hair and pull him closer. Praises of how good he was making you feel tumbling from your lips as your worries of your boyfriend slipped out of your head. Replaced by the man you had convinced yourself you’d never care about again.

The thin fabric of your panties was soaked in no time, uncomfortably so in fact. And now all you could think about was how easily Obanai could slide in now. Dick you down the way you hadn’t been in so long.

“Baby?.....” you pant, urging his head away from your chest.

He reluctantly relents and sits up, eyes staring into yours. His pupils were blown out too. And just like you couldn’t seem to think of anything but him whenever the two of you were together. What you didn’t realize is you had the same effect on him. Obanai could never get enough of you.

You can’t help the way you pull him in for another kiss, his strong hand bracing himself on your hip. “What do you need doll?” he mutters before letting you pull him in again, your own words whispered in the kiss.

“I need it” you whine and the words make him grin as he answers the way he knows will make your eyes roll.

“I know” he tells you, pulling away from your lips just to leave sloppy, messy kisses down your neck. While you're moaning, cradling his head closer to your neck, Obanai’s hands are reaching for your panties, inching them down your body. You lift your hips up and he presses a kiss to your jaw as a thank you.

He doesn’t even bother pushing your underwear all the way off, letting them dangle off your ankle as he throws your right leg over his shoulder to make more room for himself on the small couch.

By now he’s pulled away from your neck, looking down at the mess of you he’s made. Your skin is flushed, hot to the touch. Pretty bruises bloomed over your skin, bound to turn a nasty purple the next day. Not that he cared, he hoped your little boyfriend would go away after this anyway.

Your eyes watched as he reached into his boxers, pulling out his cock. It was always such a pretty sight. Thick and hard, that delicious upward curve trailing up to his pretty pink tip. It was embarrassing how bad you wanted him in you right now.

But of course Obanai was as mean as always, tapping his tip on your clit. Your hips jumped up at him, the moan leaving you not warranted by his actions.

“Wow” he says in awesome as he started to rock himself between your slit, fucking himself inbetween your folds, “This might be the wettest I’ve ever gotten you”

Your cheeks flush, not that he cares, still talking just as nasty as he always did, “Seriously do you hear yourself?” he speaks, leaning down to muffle your moans with a kiss as the sounds of your slick permeate throughout the room.

The sound was filthy. Your cunt really was sloppy. But that’s exactly what he wanted. You gasp when he finally slips inside of you, and you both moan from how quickly he bottoms out. Obanai doesn’t know how after all these years you’re still as tight as the first time he fucked into you. Warm, snug walls encasing him. You were the only woman he’d been with that had him trying not to cum too early.

The two of you thought the sounds from before were nasty but it was nothing compared to now. The constant plap plap plap of his hips rutting into yours was worse. He was so mean with his thrusts too. Not even bothering to start off slow, feeding you rough thrusts straight from the start.

You had your lip bitten tightly between your teeth, a hand resting on his bicep. Obanai winces, with a smile on his face as your nails claw into his arm. “That good doll?” he laughs.

And you don’t even care to chide him, not when he was this deep inside of you, tip running along the spot along your gummy walls that has you swearing you could see every star in the night sky.

“F-Faster” you beg and Obanai obliged. His pace in your cunt fastening. It was so easy to move within you. A little too easy.

When his cock slips out the first time, you watch him guide his cock back in restarting the pace. It was fun to see you so desperate, impatient for his cock, the only thing on your mind right now. When he slips out again he takes his sweet time tracing his tip around your entrance, enjoying the frustrated sighs leaving you. But with an eye roll you reach down and push him in yourself, other hand on his hips urging him to continue.

He does of course, having mercy on you and making sure his thrusts out are a bit more shallow. Wouldn’t want to make such a pretty girl mad.

Your cunt clenches as Obanai’s leans down to wrap his tongue around your nipple again, plucking and suckling on it as if his life depended on it. You moan as his hips grinded into you, circular motions making your toes curl as he plays with your tits. Just when he thinks you can’t get any tighter you do, gripping his cock to the point where his hips stuttered a little bit. He swore you were the only girl he ever struggled to not cum too fast with.

Good thing you were close, he could always tell because you would start spurting out nonsense. Anything from apologies, to thank you’s to jumbled up whines of his name. Whatever it was, it was gorgeous to him, nothing was hotter than hearing you scream his name.

“You gonna cum baby?” he asks you and you nod your head. You were so close you could feel it coiling in your stomach. You just needed that one extra push over the edge.

Seemingly, Obanai could read your mind, because his other hand joined the play on your tits, turning the one he wasn’t torturing with his tongue.

You cum with a pornographic moan, clutching onto him tightly. Obanai wants to smile, laugh at the way you twitch pathetically under him. But just feeling you cum around him had him tumbling right over the edge with you.

He was gonna ask, inside or outside, but it was too late. By the time he remembered the question he had already stuffed you full, fucking his nut deep inside of you.

Luckily you didn’t seem to mind, moaning as your urge your hips up, as you urge him to fuck his cum deeper into your cunt. Just trying to prolong the pleasure before you have to really think about what you two just did.

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Post nut clarity really is a bitch. Especially for you. When you wake up the next morning in your bed, you want to smile, Obanai had been so sweet taking care of you afterwards. Running you a bath, making you food, holding you to sleep as the two of you actually talked.

But of course, when you woke up, there was a note next to you. The same one he had left you all those years ago. That he had a mission to go on and he’d see you soon. But you wouldn’t let yourself get your hopes up waiting for him, not again.

You would dump your boyfriend and probably avoid finding the other. Just to ease the guilt when he comes around to fuck with you again.

Sigh, if only real love turned me on.~ Kinktober Masterlist|2024

Taglist: @nousija, @miiiturix, @kittylovecatssuff

[shanastoryteller]

Happy birthday!!!! More FMA!

He’s fucking tired.

In Xerxes, he’s Van Edris. In Xerxes, he’s the son of a former slave, having narrowly escaped being born into his father’s fate by virtue of him being awarded freedom by the time of his birth. In Xerxes, he’s an uncommon commodity, an alchemist with a skill that hasn’t been seen since his father fucked off to who knows where.

In Amestris, he’s Edward Elric. In Amestris, he’s the son of Trisha Elric who was born free and died free because while there are lots of different forms of freedom, in Amestris there’s one that everyone shares. In Amestris, he’s unknown and unremarkable and no one gives a fuck about what he does.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he says flatly.

This is what he gets for visiting his father’s country. It’s just fucking unfortunate that the really good alchemical texts are here.

He should have let Al (Van Altun, as they know him, even though the two of them having been using their Amestrian names almost their whole lives, regardless of what country they were in) do it. They’re not nearly as weird about him.

Pakor is alright, as far as kings go. He’s freed a lot of people, is poking at the laws of ownership that has governed his country for centuries to see if he can do anything about them without getting beheaded for it. He’s also known Ed since he was a barely able to walk, back when his father still made court appearances and brought the family along with him. Former slave against most talented alchemist in the country, and people tended to politely ignore the former. Hell, Ed’s been counting on the same thing since he was twelve.

Of course, now it’s coming back to bite him. People say he’s a genius, but if he was really smart he would have stayed far, far away from court. Like in Amestris, perhaps.

“You’re fluent in both languages,” Pakor says, coaxing.

“So are you,” he says accusingly. “We’re speaking Amestrian right now!”

Pakor sighs and switches to Xerxian. “You also speak Xingese and Drachman. You’re a difficult man to keep secrets from.”

“I’m also Amestrian!” he shouts. “And free, might I add! You can’t sell me off to slavery just to get some intel!”

“It’s not like we’ll brand you,” he says, affronted, and Ed is reminded that alright for a king is still pretty shitty. “We just need someone to do a little – double checking. To ensure the situation in Amestris is as it’s advertised.”

“You want to gift me to the Fuhrer to spy on him and you’re, what, just hoping he doesn’t notice that I understand everything and know everything and am, oh yeah, one of his citizens? I’ve been to Central before! With my luck, I’ll get recognized the first day here and then run out of Amestris! And, again, Amestris doesn’t have slaves! The leader of the country really can’t have one.”

Pakor sighs. “You’re very dramatic, Edris. It won’t be so bad. Here, I’ll say you’re my personal slave and that you’re on loan. It’ll be for cultural exchange purposes. He speaks Xingese, so you can communicate in that language without letting on you know Amestrian.”

Ed pinches the bridge of his nose. “This is a stupid fucking idea.”

“If you do this,” Pakor says, “I’ll give you the key to the royal library.”

Ed slowly lowers his hand, eyes narrowing. “I’ve been asking you to let me in there for years.”

“I figured I’d need to bargain it away eventually,” he says. “I was hoping you’d marry one of my daughters for it.” Having even light court obligations is bad enough, he’s in no way stupid enough to marry in. “You’re very difficult, you know. I’m your king. I shouldn’t have to bargain with you.”

“Tough shit,” Ed says, because Pakor may have known him for nearly twenty years, but that knowing goes both ways. Besides, he can’t piss him off because then he and Al will stop reparing all their shit bridges and infrastructure. “Fine. But if I lose my Amestrian citizenship over this, I’m going to be pissed.”

“Noted,” Pakor says brightly.

Uhg.

It doesn’t help that everything he’s heard about Fuhrer Mustang makes the man sound insufferable.

[timetravellibrarian]

Luffy x Reader

First time posting my writing and here it is.

Luffy x femreader

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What is a Captain without his Quartermaster?

No one ever knew the answer to that.

Where ever Luffy went, you were surely around.  Same was vice versa.

But the only thing that left many bamboozled about how two opposites could be such great friends.

The both of you had met at Shell's Town. You had been attending to a headache and took a sip of some juice at a bar when the sound of yelling had  irritated you.

Turning to find the resident Draco Malfoy yelling at some lanky boy around your age with a strawhat on you groaned.

Helmeppo pointed an accusatory finger at the teen and was just about to order the marines beside him to arrest the guy before you intervened. Annoyed, tired and in need of a good night's rest.

"Could the both of gentlemen take the fight outside, this place just got it's repairs done, we don't need hooligans messing it up."

The blond man turned to give you a piece of mind but his words stopped in their track when he came face to face with the look you gave him. He backed down immediately, the fight within him already taken out.

He turned to the lanky boy again. "You're lucky I'm taking mercy on you  boy! My father would have had you beheaded in an instant."  

You rolled her eyes at the statement and took a gulp of her juice and asking for a refill. "Thank you, Y/n."The girl nodded at the woman,

"No problem ma'am."

She could hear a pinkette speak in awe of her being able to shush the whiny man. Her cheeks felt warm at the compliment but she remained serious.

Her eyes caught sight of the lanky boy staring deeply at her. She stared back unwaveringly.

"What's your deal , Strawhat?"

He merely smiled at her before calling the pinkette to follow him to free some pirate hunter.

Later in the day she saw a crowd of people at the harbour, she moved through the crowd, a bag of her belongings in hand. She was going to sail off to another island later on.

Reaching the main focus of the crowd she saw the same boy, this time a tall green-haired man beside him. They were settling into their boat but the strawhatted boy yelled about needing to find someone first.

Once he turned to meet your eyes his eyes widened before he ran to you.

"Hey, lady. I need you on my crew!"

You merely stared at him in shock. He barely knew you and he was already dragging you towards the boat even with your protests.

"My name's Monkey D. Luffy. I'm gonna be King of the Pirates!" He declared as you sailed along with him with the man you came to know as Roronoa Zoro.

"The name's Y/n."

And thats when an unexpected friendship occured.

Where Luffy was childish and playful, you were responsible and careful. Not to say you didn't have fun. You were just more level headed.

Luffy dragged you everywhere with him. Whether you wanted to or not.

Dangerous island? Let's go!

A raging sea King was attacking, Luffy , You  and Zoro would make quick work of it.

The both of you loved food. Sometimes the most shocking times would be when Luffy would give you some of the meat off his plate if he saw your food wasn't enough. Much to everyone's shock.

The permanent scowl or resting face of yours wouldnt be shown in the slightest when your captain was around. Just as when you give him advice on something he listens. Which shocked Trafalgar Law when he had given up on trying to make another well detailed  plan. Soon anyone who worked alongside him knew to have you around if they needed him to properly listen. Without even a smack to the face to make him focus.

He wouldn't admit it but he would immediately wrap a rubbery arm around you when someone tried to flirt. Man nearly fought Sanji when he kissed your hand.

He knew you could hold your own in a fight, in fact you wiped the floor with anyone you fought, but he still watched out for anything.

If he wasn't nearby he'd give either Zoro or Sanji a nod. A silent order to make sure you came back to the ship alive. Unscathed was more preferred but he wasn't one to control your actions.

Whenever you let out your monsterous power, enough to cause fear in the highest ranking navy officials and pirates, he'd have his eyes on your every move, adoring even the crazed smile you'd have on your face. Bro would be cheering like a soccer mom.

When questioned by Robin and Nami about what he felt about you it was as though he were talking about the One Piece.

He didn't know he was in love with you. He just saw it as being overprotective and caring towards his friend.

When he finally understood what romance and love was when Rayleigh explained to him he merely shrugged and thought about Y/n before he realised he was in fact in love. More like he loved you for a long time. Much to Boa's dismay. But she understood when she had met you.

The most angry they had seen Luffy was whenever he found out someone had hurt you. If someone even made you cry that was when he reigned down all hell on that person.

His favourite thing to do was to take a nap beside you when he felt tired, which rarely happens. Robin would chuckle at the sight of her captain snuggled close to your side when all of you ladies relaxed on the deck of the Thousand Sunny. He looked so much at peace.

Sometimes he'd even run up to you unexpectedly, kiss you on the cheek/ forehead or even on the lips and run back to join Ussop while he's fishing.

Sanji was going through the five stages of grief at how single he felt when Luffy stood beside you, holding onto your hand.

Your first kiss together was a mess, the both of you nervous, cheeks overheating and eyes not leaving each other.

It took for someone to accidentally bump into Luffy that led to a proper kiss. ( That someone was Robin)

On some nights you'd cuddle and he'd recall his childhood with Ace and Sabo. His tears coming down slowly only to flow like a river when you cradled him in your arms against your beating heart.

You were there to remind him to takecare of himself. Not just eat a whole restaurant but to also care about his mental and emotional health.

At the end of the day, everyone all had Luffy to count on and Luffy  had learnt to count on you too.

You, Zoro and Luffy were a deadly team whenever you fought by each other's side.

The Captain, the Quartermaster and the First Mate.

The heavenly trio

[feroshgirlsims]

Chapter 11.1 - A Little Stab-Cute

Vlad doesn’t waste a moment before tackling Akira to the ground. 

“Is this how you greet every visitor?” 

“We don’t have visitors.” His eyes are wild as he wraps a hand around Akira’s neck. “We have enemies.”

That was a fucking understatement.

The Strauds greeted the mailman with a hatchet if the mood moved them, and they had a virtual graveyard hidden in these hills. Sims (it was always sims) seemed determined to fuck around and find out.

“Do I look like an enemy?” Akira teases. He's hoping to rile Vlad enough to throw him off his game, but the man is focused. Growling, he plunges his knife into Akira’s side. It’s unpleasant but also invigorating.

No fae ever died from anything so small as a knife wound. Healing it is almost as easy as breathing. 

“Hold still!” Vlad hisses, as he pulls the knife out and lifts his arm to bring it down again. He tightens his hold on Akira’s neck, veins popping as he squeezes harder.

Lust and lightheadedness war as Akira snaps his arm up to block the knife’s descent. “I want you to know my devotion, but you get one.”

“I get as many as I need.” Vlad’s nostrils flare as he bares his teeth. “You have been haunting me!” He tries to thrust the knife in again. “You made me think I was crazy! I couldn’t sleep! I couldn’t eat. I thought you were a figment of my imagination!”

There’s a broken note in his voice that stops Akira cold. “Time out. You didn’t imagine me.” He pushes the knife away and sits up slightly, rubbing the bruises on his neck. “And I was never trying to make you feel crazy. That wasn’t my intent. You should not have seen me but I guess that was my bad.”

Gently, as if he hadn't just been trying to slit Akira's throat, Vlad reaches down and strokes the tips of Akira’s ears. “You are far prettier up close than I imagined,” he murmurs.

Akira shifts, suppressing a groan. This isn’t a great location for sex, but Vlad is literally sitting on his dick and looking at him like—

“Can I behead you?”

“What the fuck? No! Get off me!”

Vlad rolls to his feet and pockets the knife in one smooth movement. “I wasn’t asking permission. I just wanted to know if it was a viable method for killing you.”

The fucking ego on this guy.

“I am not telling you how to kill me,” Akira bites out. “In what universe would I pop into your yard to give you a crash course on how to eliminate me?”

“In the same universe where you’ve been hiding in the bushes like a rockstar cosplaying an assassin.”

“Excuse me?”

Vlad tilts his head, his eyes glinting silver in the moonlight. He really is gorgeous. “You’re wearing leather pants.” 

Akira feels a blush rising at his blatant stare. “There is nothing wrong with leather pants. I don’t know why you would bring that up.”

Vlad doesn’t agree or disagree, he simply lunges. And that’s how Akira learns the sim is fast. 

Preternaturally so.

His momentum works against him, though. As he twists, Vlad’s knees hit the pallet of construction bags behind him and he falls backward.

Akira dives after him, taking one blow to the jaw before dodging a second. “Are you finished?” he grounds out.

“No. I am just getting started. I could do this all night.” 

The combination of conviction and breathlessness sends Akira’s pulse racing. “Yeah, I could too, but I think we’ve got better ways to pass the time.” 

“Do you want a weapon?” Vlad purrs, but Akira has learned his lesson. The man could go from seduction to murder in under 60 seconds. He doesn’t relinquish his position, gripping Vlad’s thigh before he can kick out.

"Nope. And you’re not gonna kill me because you’re gonna date me."

“Date you?” Vlad goes still. “I’m flattered, but I couldn’t possibly. I’m already seeing someone.”

Leaning down until his lips are nearly by Vlad's ear, Akira whispers, “I know. She’s gonna date me too.”

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(Part 2 of 3)

[moodcrab]

The Skyrim Opening Makes No Sense!

YouTube has recently been recommending a lot of people playing Skyrim for the first time, mostly from channels by young people exploring very old games... BETHESDA! This means for the first time in a decade I've watched the Skyrim vanilla opening over and over and... Well I guess I never really thought about it in detail. Before I started modding it was just something tedious to get past... But watching it retrospectively along with commentary from a fresh point of view I've noticed that the Skyrim Intro Makes No Sense!

So we wake up on the cart next to Ulfric, a man who is gagged because he can literally murder people with his voice... But all our hands are bound in front of us... Just like, take the gag off dude. Like it sucks that apparently that bit of cloth is more powerful than the Thu'um, but you could just reach up and take it out of your mouth, fuck we'll help you if it's at an awkward angle or whatever, this is literally all our lives and your whole rebellion at stake, that's all.

General Tulius is here, meeting up with the Thalmor that he totally trusts, that's totally not sus that they knew to be here at all... Makes you wonder why he didn't just execute Ulfric on the spot as soon as he was caught doesn't it? It's not like he's giving Ulfric a trial or anything, as far as the Empire is concerned Ulfric is guilty. Tulius for some reason just decided to bring Ulfric to a town to execute him, not even the nearest town to where he was caught either. Did he want witnesses? Ok just leave a handful of Stormcloaks alive, they aren't going to lie about seeing Ulfric beheaded.

Nevermind we're here now, quickly, kill Ulfric and bring a swift end to this mess... After I make a little speech. And after this priestess makes a little speech. And after we execute this nobody Stormcloak. And after we execute the random in the rags who we aren't even sure is guilty of anything. Why are we here again?

Oh yeah, we were "caught crossing the border" right? Take a deep breath before we delve into this hole that Bethesda dug for itself for literally no reason; baring in mind that in all previous games where you begin as a prisoner they never explicitly say why you are a prisoner. What crime are you accused of, are you guilty or innocent, that was all your headcannon and Skyrim needn't have been any different. So... Exactly what border were we caught illegally crossing?

Well, there are numerous examples of the game implying or outright stating that the player character is not from Skyrim, even if you choose to play a Nord. Every race specific response from Hadvar, for example, or when Galmar asks why an outsider would want to join the Stormcloaks. So you definitely crossed a national border... The only problem is, as Ralof confirms, the Imperial ambush happened at Darkwater Crossing, a location that is nowhere near a national border. Helgan is in fact closer to the border than Darkwater Crossing, but that doesn't matter because, as Tulius and the Fort Nugart Note confirmes, the border to Cyrodiil is snowed in, hence his recruiting locally and not relying on Imperial reinforcements.

The only border that Ralof could possibly be talking about is the Eastmarch-Rift border, both Holds that are Stormcloak territory, so why the Imperial Legion would care about someone random crossing it I don't know. And even if they weren't Stormcloak Holds, as we all know from actually playing the rest of the game, crossing Hold borders isn't illegal. In fact it actually erases your wanted level.

Again, nobody forced Bethesda to make it cannon that The Last Dragonborn was caught crossing a border they physically couldn't have crossed, illegally, despite the fact it isn't illegal. It's literally one line of dialogue, this was entirely avoidable.

What's that bone chilling roar? IT'S NOTHING! Hurry up and kill this obviously not a rebel (before Ulfric, the actual terrorist). It's fair to say they couldn't have guessed that that noise was coming from a dragon, but to assert that it's nothing!? With those oh so trustworthy Thalmor just down the street? Yeah probably nothing, keep Ulfric at the bottom of the list. Gods I fucking love damn lists!

Well it turns out that the terrifying roar didn't just come from absolutely nothing. It in fact came from absolutely something. Nobody could have foreseen this. The something it absolutely was, is a dragon, and in the chaos Ulfric somehow got away. Again, nobody could have foreseen this, in fact it's pretty much the opposite of what Tulius was going for here.

In our desperate escape we run straight past two giant city gates because Tulius ordered us to use the unnecessarily labyrinthian, giant-spider infested escape route through the keep that's literally collapsing on us instead.

We get a choice, go with Ralof, a fellow prisoner who has risked his life to save ours, or Hadvar, someone who was perfectly willing to kill us knowing full well we were innocent, but he feews weelly bawd abowd id 🥺. Fuck off Hadvar, you "just following orders, I'll pay your corpse more respect than your life, torture is a necessary evil" bitch! And fuck this opening for not letting me skip anything! I may not be a big fancy "great American novel" writer like Emil Pagliarulo, but still I think this could have used a second draft.

[angrygirlromero]

Hi. Sick and twisted headcanon? How about maegor "training" his pregnant wife? He killed her husband and "trained" her to be his "slave" by tying her wrists behind her back while she's naked on his bed with heels and garters on. He inserted a vibrator inside her womanhood and watched her thrust her hips while he pleasured himself. He ensured that this was recorded. He then came to notice her nipples getting hard and her tears caused by how painful it was to have her breasts filled with milk. So, he pinched her nipples to make them leak, massaged and sucked her breasts. Compulsory taking nude photos of her blossoming body and burned all of her clothes so that she'll be naked 24/7.

Maegor Targaryen x Niece/Wife!Targ Reader

Warning: Megor Targaryen, age gap, incest, pregnancy, grammar mistakes, smut.

Author’s Note: sorry I changed it a bit, and this is sort of my first headcanon I’ve ever really done so it’s not really that good, but anyway just my point of view hope you enjoy!

Maegor Targaryen would be very obsessed with Valyrian culture, he’d be determined to have a pure breed Targaryen wife, and he’d want his children and heir to be of pure Valyrian ancestry.

He’d be more than obsessed with his little niece reader after, his mother suggested for him to marry someone from their house, he’d be obsessed with the reader since she was a child, more like a daemon and Rhaenyra situation, but everyone refuses to marry the sweet little inocente reader to him, his other wife’s wouldn’t matter at all, his little niece would be his only and main priority, so when he finds out she was married off to another rich lord from another house, he’s mad, very mad, so he slaughters an entire house and ends them right there.

He would ride on the back of Balerion and burn the house to ground, he’d have his guards go in and get the reader, and her husband so he can behead him himself. He’d cut the reader’s husband’s head off, give it to her as a gift and fuck her right there and then for everyone to see who you belong to.

He’d make the reader his wife and his only queen, and punish her every night for allowing another man touch her, he’d fuck her constantly and make her moan, scream and cry his name all night long for everyone in the keep to hear.

He’d train her to be his personal sex salve and toy, only for his use, he’d always keep her in his sight and she’d barely be allowed out of her room, only with guards with her at all times, he’s be hell of a possessive man, his other wife’s pitty the reader, and one in specific would be jealous (you know who I’m talking about).

If his precious little niece asked anything of him, he’d do anything and everything for her, and out of all of his wives she was definitely the only one that mattered at all to him, he adored his little niece wife, he’d have hundreds of hand sewed dresses personally mad for her, each one individually made of the best quality of red silk and with hand stitched gold.

He’d spoil her a lot with gifts and jewelry, she’d be the most elegant, precious and perfect queen throughout the day to her people, but at nighttime she’d be his little cock slave that he could use however he desired whenever he wished.

When Maegor finds out the reader is pregnant, she’s always with his, with him being too anxious and overprotective of her and his soon to be heir, and he’d love her pregnant body more than anything, torturing her with pleasure for hours on repeat as he watches or sucks on her body leaving possessive marks or sucking on her breasts doing anything in his power to get milk out, or relive her of the painful amount of milk.

He’d listed intently as reader moans his name as he fucks her over and over until she passes out, he’d constantly admire her pregnant body being proud of his work. He’s demand that his little wife be naked of any clothes while around him.

And after his first son is born, he’d just fuck another one into her, until they had an army of children.

[hongjoongscafe]

Bloody Love...

Chapter: VI-Sadness-

♠︎Pairing: yandere!king!jungkookxoc(coronis)

♠︎Genre: angst, smut, yandere, gore, dark romance, horror, creepy (dark fantasy).

♠︎Summary: "you happen to be in a world where wrong is right and right is wrong."

♠︎Word count: 5.6k+

♠︎Warning: murder, masturbation(jk) (there are two people inside his room when he masturbates. But he does not get off of that fact so I won't add exhibitionism here. They are just props.)

♠︎Note: lemme know if you wanna be added to the permanent or specific taglist!

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Smile. A pretty thing that people love to see. It is something that lightens the weight of hearts. A sweet, genuine smile is all that is needed to make someone's day better.

However…

Smile in itself is a stronger weapon. How? You may ask. A smile can suck the life out of one if given at such a time when they are fighting for life. A wide smile after sucking that life out, seeing a limp body on the ground… without any remorse. Perhaps a smile after ruining one's life.

All of them are, in one way or another, strong weapons.

The smile that his majesty gave was the biggest of all. His giggles, when he rips out someone's heart and beheads someone with his bare hands, were joyful. His smiles, when he would see a lifeless, pathetic man who could not stand in front of him, were priceless. His satisfied sighs were more often than before.

Nobody could decipher his twisted mind. The way he played his game was dangerous for others but he found it amusing. For him, taking someone's life was not an indecency but a ritual he had to commit to living. The feeling of the blood of his beloved imposters was his favourite paint on his body. Their screams were like melodious tunes. The way his ego would boost when they begged for clemency was a blessing for him.

It was early in the morning. The sky was still blackish grey but soon it would turn lighter. He couldn't keep his happiness upon seeing his Coronis in the woods looking flawless. Her pretty eyes were shaking as she took his form in. He was just too eager to see her, he didn't even bother cleaning up after his monstrous acts.

With that image in his head, he now stood in front of his own man. They went back to the castle after seeing Coronis with her father. Later on, they moved early to reach where they were now. Under the heavy jewelled mask, he was smiling widely. The butterflies in his chest were bubbling up making him all giddy and excited about what was coming next.

He was surrounded by his men– Jimin, Mingyu, Taehyung, Lando, and Jay.

They all looked around not knowing why they were brought here, near the village. All they knew was that they had to be here with the king at this time. In his words, “We have an important obligation to fulfil.” They knew better than to just disagree.

“Isn't everything so beautiful at this time?” He began. “Oh, this chilly, crisp air,” he sighed as he petted his horse’s neck. He was sitting on his horse as others were on the ground, in front of him looking for his command. “Jae… I think you have seen some… Interesting things, no?” he said.

Jae's eyes widened. He needed no more confirmation… It was he who had to take the last breath. He started to shiver like a weakling. “Wh-w-what?”

His Majesty chuckled, eyes becoming darker. The lust for the blood poured into his veins. “Just what you heard, Jay.” He said in his sweet voice. “I think we won't be short of people if one is to go… We are already enough.”

“What did I do?!” he whimpered.

“A lot,” he gestured to his men to hold him. “Your time is over.”

With his other hand gesture, Taehyung and Lando knew exactly what needed to be done. “You both are shrewd enough. I'll leave it up to you both. I must be surprised, proud and content.”

His command was a death note. And everyone was prepared for the worst. He only cared about death, not the path that was chosen to make it happen. However, it was different. He wanted him to suffer and they needed to make him suffer no matter what. In the end, the first thing they were taught was to not catch feelings. It was only to make it easier for them to get the task done.

“I'll make sure my Princess is not seen by anyone else the way only I can.”

…

Proud was not the correct word to describe his Highness’s feelings. He felt beyond that. The hanging dead corpse was like his award of honour. He made sure to remember to praise the artists of this art. All he wanted was for Jae to suffer and he did… really badly.

Jimin could see the giddiness his master felt. He could see his iris dilate and cheeks rising through his mask. He was afraid to even look in her shack's direction. It was better to leave him and his obsessions alone.

He waited for Coronis to come out of her shack and see a beautiful gift that his men worked on. Would she be excited or terrified? Doesn't matter to him. He just wanted to see her and just have a glimpse of her beauty.

Day and night, for him, were exhausting. He felt like a man in urgent need of cocaine but he needed Coronis, she was his drug. His body ached for her. He would wonder how she would feel in his arms, around him, over him, beneath him all while moaning and loving him.

He wanted to caress her body and feel her softness against his fingers. He wanted to look deep into her black eyes and get drunk on them and just… live in them.

Unlike other times, he wanted her to be beside him. Where he threw women around like a mere toy, he wanted to cherish her and show her what other things he had to offer solely to her. He didn't care if she loved him or liked him, he only wanted to live his fantasy one way or another.

His heart skipped a beat when caught sight of his addiction running out to see the oh-so-prized gift that he had. He saw how she looked at it and a gasp that left her chest. Her hair was messy, her eyes were slightly swollen, and her face was perfect.

Terrified. That's how she looked. He didn't care as long as she was there, looking so angelic, he didn't care about anything.

His chest felt lighter when her eyes met his. She looked like she saw a ghost. He was worse than that but he was humble. For him, he still wasn't evil. He didn't feel it.

He felt disappointed when she turned around and went back inside without letting him see her. But who was he to stop her? He was satisfied with what he got and turned around to leave.

One of his maids was standing in his chamber, ready to treat him after this long night and morning. She helped him out of his clothes and stood by the door of the bathroom, waiting for him to step in so she could help him wash.

Instead of going in, he laid down on his bed, feeling the silk sheets against his bare skin and being consumed by the soft mattress. He sighed, feeling content. He wished it was her arms that he was falling into.

Her…

A silly smile crept onto his face and his pretty devilish eyes became dazed, thinking about Coronis. Something inside his chest steered, making his body aware of his needs. A sinful hum escaped his lips and his hips thrust into thin air. His girthy length started to harden with the mere thought of her.

He caressed his chest with his hands, thinking it was hers. His pebble nipples hardened as he rubbed them between his finger and thumb. At this moment, all he wanted was for her to be wrapped around him like a snake and devour him. He wanted her to make him moan and pleasure in all ways possible, bite him to mark him as hers.

It was unfair. That he needed to wait for a long time. But where was the fun in getting her right away? He wanted to feel as if he won something. And he was doing just that. The fruit would be sweeter after he gets it.

In his eyes, she was the only being alive and breathing. Everyone else was not worth living. Only him and her.

His free hand slowly inched closer towards his aching cock. But he didn't hold it, instead, he teased himself, and made him ache for the precious touch. He caressed the base and cupped his heavy balls, ready to release his heat. He pulled them and squeezed them. “Hmmmfuck,” he moaned. “Just one touch, baby and I'll forget everything but you,” he whispered.

He touched his body like a lover himself. His soft breath and light moans of her name were pouring out of his body. He felt dirty and needy. Needy of touch and love. A touch of her warm cunt around his cock.

He let his finger run along his wet slit and draw circles around his swollen head. His hips shuddered. “Yeah,” he chuckled. He finally wrapped his fist around his length and pumped. He let go of his nipple and grabbed the sheets above his head. “Oh baby, look at me… so wet for you. Please let me feel you around me. Wrap around me all warm and tight. Wet my cock with your pretty cunt.”

He tugged his cock harder as he thought about how she would look sucking him off. How her lips would wrap around his girth and try to take his whole length in at once. He felt like he would cum right when she touched him.

The fire in his pit was burning. He ached for a release but wanted her to command him. He wanted Coronis to tell him when to finish.

With a dumb smile, he allowed himself to cross the line, in the end, that's what she would want anyway. Isn't it? His hands agreed with him as they pushed him to the edge but he wasn't done. He wanted to cry for his high. He wanted to feel how longing for someone felt.

It's not every day he wants to give in and be handled by his emotions.

His nails dug into the skin of his chest as he palmed himself. He wasn't sure where to pay attention, his heavy ball, his aching cock, or his sensitive nipples. His toes curled as he pinched the tip of his cock. He chuckled, loving how it felt.

The nerves of his hands and arms were bulging out and looked angry. His ears and cheeks turned red from the pleasure and thought of seeing Coronis naked under him and begging as he thrust inside her wet cunt. He would do anything to hear her over and over again forever, he just wanted to grab the right chance to make her his.

“Princess,” his Highness moaned, “Wait for me. don't fucking fly away with someone else. Won't be good for you… or them.”

He looked down at his hand holding his cock. It never looked this hard and angry before. The need made him want to cry for a sole touch. How could someone blind him with the mist of lust in such a minimal time? Her one look made him forget himself and just get lost in the haze in the middle of the day and now for all the waking and sleeping time.

Beauty is a dangerous weapon. He knew it well. He himself was an art of nature. A beautiful man with a wicked mind… someone who mentally got off after hurting people and killing them slowly and painfully. But she… she was the definition of art itself. Her beauty was nothing in front of Aphrodite herself. No wonder why people wanted her to breathe in their way. She held power more than she realized.

He thought about all those times when he peeked into her slot, and watched her sleeping through the night. He closed his eyes and replayed the moment when her chest slowly rose and relaxed as she breathed. He thought of all the times he watched her bathing all naked. Her perky breasts and sweet curves are all wet and soapy. His cock leaked globs of precum thinking about how her hands squeezed and rubbed her body to clean herself. How her hand would disappear between her legs to wash her intimates.

His legs shook and his balls tensed. He started to jerk faster and squeezed his leaking head harder every time. He moaned louder and louder as his high was coming closer. He played with his balls.

With a last cry, his hips rose into the air, his eyes rolled back into his skull, and his head fell back as he came all over himself. His body shook from the intensity of his orgasm. His chest and stomach were sprayed with his cum.

He took deep breaths to calm his body down. He rubbed his clean hand on his face to move his hair back and realized how his tears had slipped out of his eyes. He felt dumb.

He looked at his torso and sighed at the mess he had made of himself. He scooped his cum with his fingers and rubbed them with his thumb. He thought about how it would look when he would rub them onto Coronis's face and ruin her kohl and make her beg him to cover her with his cum.

Call it a fantasy but he was dedicated to turning it into a sweet-sweet reality.

“No one can have you like I want to.”

…

Fear was consuming Coronis. The moment she was supposed to step out, her heart would shiver and make her sweat through her clothes.

It had been a few weeks since she figured out about the man. The King.

She wanted to laugh and roll on the ground and slap herself in the face until she died. Just one eye contact. It took that one eye contact to ruin her life and get stuck in a burning lava that consumed her slowly, making her feel every single burn on her smooth and silky skin.

The questions for tomorrow gurgled out of her mind with every breath she took. The fear of eyes behind her back, watching each step she took engulfed her.

She felt like they were tiny worms with spiky legs crawling onto her and biting her away. No matter how much she tried to shrug them off, they stayed. They stayed and bit harder to make their power known. The worst thing was that she could not stand against them. She knew if she did that, she was going to be dead meat and so was her whole family.

This was not her only nuisance going on. She turned nineteen now. It is such a young age that one carves for love and affection more than paternal or maternal attention.

She had needs as she has falsely declared. Her father thought about it and started looking for a man who could love her and have some money to keep her happy and comfortable. He would bring new men he found around every couple of days.

Coronis was growing sick of this. She didn't ask for this mess. It was getting ridiculous. With every single man, she realized how fake they could be. It was almost scary to see them act all angels in front of her family but a total scum in front of her in private.

The doors only needed to close and they would try to touch her and objectify her. They wanted their dirty hands on her but she was stronger than that.

Today was no different. The hushed voices were loud to Coronis through the door of her slot. She sat there, feeling alone. Her eyes were blank, no emotions flickered into them. There was just tiredness. As if she had accepted her fate.

Destruction. Chaos. Bloodshed… the list goes on.

“You are going to go away?” Circe's soft voice mumbled and pulled Coronis out of her trance.

Coronis's eyes looked at Circe who was sitting in the corner, facing away from her and her knees tucked under her chin. “What?”

“Are you going to leave us and go away? Get married and not be here anymore?” she asked again.

Coronis looked at her back. “I don't know,” she sighed.

“Mhm,” there was a brief silence before she spoke up again. “If you do get married, will you come here and spend some time with me?”

“Why do you ask that?”

Circe sighed and shrugged. “I just wanted to know…” her voice broke.

“Circe,” Coronis said, “look at me, now.” Circe shook her head and kept her face hidden. “I'm not asking, Circe. I'm telling you to look at me.”

Circe reluctantly looked at her older sister. Her face was swollen and shiny from the tears. Her eyes were red and her chin was wobbling. She looked more fragile than ever. It was as if she had experienced the worst heartbreak of all time.

Coronis's heart pinched inside her chest. Seeing Circe like this was her nightmare. She never wanted her little sister to have any sad tears in her eyes. For others, they might be tears but for her, they were needles that were poking her heart again and again.

“Why those tears? What is it? Is there someone bothering you?” Coronis asked, panicking internally.

Circe sobbed quietly to Coronis. It would be one of those rare occasions when Circe showed some emotions other than ignoring all of them or collectively not feeling any. “It is nothing,” she said. “I don't think you getting married is the fairest act.”

The older was taken aback. “What do you mean by that? Why would it not be the fairest?” Inside her head, she agreeded with her younger sister. It was sudden and uncalled for. Marriage was not something she wanted just yet. Maybe in future, she saw herself with a lover and saw her happy but at the moment she had a lot on her plate, to the point where everything was flowing out and was difficult to influence.

“Just, look at you! Do you think you are ready to get married?!” no. “You have just started to see the world, it’s bad but it can be used as an excuse?” It was not nearly possible. “Why would you want to marry someone who will go around and hurt you, treat you like any other women in this village. He ain't like our father who takes care of mother like a queen but just another heartless being who just… just…” True, no one is like father. “I don’t know?! You will leave me alone?! Who will look after me? Do you still think this is the best thing to commit to? Do you not love me anymore?” If Coronis could say how she felt after hearing those words, the words were still limited and feelings were vast.

She said nothing. Not a single word of comfort or telling her how she will be there for her when needed. Her life was uncertain. Anything could happen and she won't have time to go back to her little sister and comfort her. Telling her lies to make her feel good would cause the little one much more pain.

It is easier to promise fake comforts but at what cost?

This time, Coronis faced away and sat in silence, listening to Circe sniffing silently. A few moments passed away and she felt little arms wrapping around her from behind. “Do not face away from me… I'm lost and I need you the most right now.”

Coronis helped her sit in her lap and hugged her tight. “Even if I go away… mother is here. Always listen to her and never be in trouble. Be a good girl… no one in this world is forever. You have to be your own forever. Build yourself stronger and stronger till you die.”

“Can't you take me with you?” she mumbled into her shoulder.

“If I could, I would.”

Before anything else could be said, the door opened and their mother walked in. She sat beside the two girls and sighed. “It's time to step out, Coronis.” No one moved from their spot. Another tired sigh left Martha. “I think this might work out. He genuinely seems pleasant. Look into it, you might find him as someone you would spend life with.”

“What is the need to get me married so soon?” she asked.

“I was married at the age of eighteen. And you are young and beautiful. You have your needs as you said it yourself–”

“You know exactly what I was talking about, Mother,” Coronis shook her head.

“Sooner or later, you have to get married. So what is the problem now?” Martha argued.

“You could have prevented it or at least delayed it for now…” She felt helpless. “I am aware that you mean good but I want to handle it myself.”

“I can't say anything, Coronis. Your father is determined…” Coronis did not say anything. Taking the environment of the situation, Martha stood up and held Circe's arm, “Let's leave, Circe. The good man wishes to see Coronis. Let him be in here. She is not going to listen anyway.”

Circe reluctantly let go of her sister and took small steps away and out of the door while silently sniffing, following Martha. Each step took a piece of Coronis away. She had things to tell the little one. All the finest love that lived in her heart for her, wanted to pour out on her little feet. She had a longer way to go and Coronis wanted to hold her through it. But love for different people has its own limits.

Coronis sat facing away from the door as it creaked open and the soft sound of the feet padded closer to her. A faint, calm breath was evident in the air. A few moments later, a smooth voice echoed in her slot.

“Never in this lifetime have I ever thought that someone's mere presence would be enough to bring my heart at peace for once in this intolerant world,” he said.

Coronis's brows frowned as she took in his words. She slowly turned around and looked up at the face of the new presence. Her breath hitched as she looked at the man. There stood a tall handsome man with beautiful green eyes and tanned skin. His features were soft like her bread and skin smooth like butter. He had golden curly hair falling above his eyes. His pretty face supported the smallest yet the calmest smiles she had ever seen.

Looking at him brought a sense of peace in her. He was a person she never knew she needed to see until now. He was wearing common clothes. Beige and dark brown.

Coronis gestured for him to sit down in front of her on the cushion. “I don't think you are talking about me…”

“Edwin. And of course, I'm talking about you, Ms gorgeous,” he smiled beautifully.

She smiled a little at him without her knowledge. “Is that so, Mr Edwin? The wealthy man?”

At this, he chuckled. “Well, my parents thought I could be wealthy so they named me Edwin.”

“Did it work?”

“Of course, it did! I'm not rich but better than the time I was born,” he said. “You tell me, Ms Coronis. What is with the fog of sadness in your eyes? You don't have to tell me,” he quickly clarified.

His short lines made her nervous. “Then I'll keep my mouth shut,” she said as she tried to keep her expressions neutral, hiding her stories behind the fog. “It's nothing, to be honest. You tell me about yourself. Why are you being so nice?”

Edwin raised his eyebrows. “Why am I being nice? It's because there is so much bad going around so I think I must stay nice like a newborn. I don't wish to hurt anybody. Not you, not anyone else. Though I am perfectly capable of protecting people I love so you do not have to sweat about it.”

“Isn't that too nice of you? Don't you think this world may not deserve your kindness,” Coronis felt a little annoyed at his reply. Why would he be nice when he had no reason to be? Not to say it out loud, but being nice was nowhere near what this world really wanted. It begged for crime and blood. If people could, they would eat their own flesh and get drunk on their own blood out of hatred.

He smiled, taking Coronis's hand in his and rubbing circles on her palm with his thumb. “I'm just a human in this book who wants an escape. Being just like any other person out there in the wild will make me no different. I want to be nice and someone who can,” he sighed, “who can just help one life. I want to be a person who does not relate to blood on hands but to flowers on hearts. That's what I want to be.”

Edwin was a man Coronis had just met. But she wanted to give him a chance. However, she knew what she was dealing with. And if this handsome man was what he said to be, she could never live with the guilt of ruining his life. He would never forgive him. He will ruin him or perhaps kill him with a mere swing of his sword.

“Anyway,” he continued after a moment of silence. “I see you have cows outside.”

Coronis shook her head out of her trance. “Yes. They are my mother's. She supplies milk, cheese, and butter.”

“That is fascinating! I see cows around but they are the healthy ones,” he remarked.

“They are for Royal Castle. So, you know, the best for them,” she mumbled.

“Ah, really? These cows are lucky. At least, they are healthy and being fed properly…” he kept on speaking about the cows and other things that mattered the least, at least at the moment.

Coronis stopped listening to him but kept staring at his pretty face. She loved how his eyes would shine and his smile would widen when he would talk about things he specifically loved. The colour of his cheeks would glow and turn blush red. His smile was peaceful… something like morning sunshine, his smile shined through.

Smile. A bittersweet gesture of face. Nori had the most beautiful smile in the whole world. Even Edwin could not match the status of euphoria that her smile offered her. She was all Coronis could ask for. But life was harsher than that. Even if Coronis was not stuck in the king's eyes, the commoners would never accept them.

The disaster falls in love when a forbidden love blooms. It ruins the spark of the eyes and the softness of the smiles. It breaks apart the perfectly matched puzzles of hearts. And forever it ends with the hiddenness of the unaccepted love.

It takes one whisper, a tiny wicked whisper in the ear of a living being to fill the hate and one heavy whiff of air to separate the powerless petals of a dying flower.

Love is pain. Time by time, the world has proven it again and again.

Nori deserved better than this. It was better to leave her behind and let her live a life where she would not be a victim of the King. She still had time for her hands to undo the mistake that should have never happened.

Maybe Edwin was a way to get away from the storm and live a peaceful life by the meadows. A small possibility of escaping this realm buzzed within her chest. Though it was not possible, however, dreaming does not take any penny.

“I can dream about us…” Edwin’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts. “Us and if you want, two children or maybe just one. A daughter would be nice even though it is not safe for daughters but we can keep her safe.”

Coronis looked deeply into her genuine eyes. After seeing men wanting nothing but to touch her, here he was sitting and talking about the future which was not even certain.

He continued, “You know, I have wanted to have the house of my dreams and live there with someone I love. I wouldn't say that I love you just yet but I can say it won't take more than two breaths to be head over heels for you.”

“Don't you think too ahead of time, Edwin? Do you try to charm your way into a woman’s life all the time?” Coronis narrowed her eyes playfully.

“Ha,” he chucked. “So glad you think of me so highly, Ms Coronis. It is quite the opposite, to be frank with you. Women try to charm their way into my life. However, I have caught pretty sight of you plenty of times here and there in the market or near the meadows. I have always been fond of you. But I do not want to come out as a creep.”

“I see you have quite the knowledge of your surroundings. You piqued my interest, Mr Edwin,” she said and nodded.

“Even if you say no after this, I would feel so honoured just because I sat with you in your slot and had a decent talk,” he blushed. “It is like a bee found the perfect flower.”

Coronis's smile faded into a sad smile.

It was the first time that a man other than her father and brother was nice to her and did not touch her which she did not allow. He was surreal. It was, indeed, true that within the ugly stones laid the hidden gems.

“Grief,” Coronis said.

“Huh?” He asked with a confused mind.

“Grief is what is fogging my eyes, Edwin,” she said. “Day and night it decays me alive. The grief of not taking certain actions, the grief of not preventing things, the grief of being selfish, the grief of putting people in a position where they get hurt when they do not deserve it. Right now, things around me and within me are falling apart and I can not do anything about them at all. Every day is a new challenge. A challenge of staying alive…” her voice shivered.

Edwin smiled, “It is good to see someone genuinely feel something other than plain hate in this era…” he shook his head and held both of her hands. “However, grief is like a deadly disease. It definitely eats you alive. It hurts when people you love get hurt and you get hurt twice. Feeling grief is sort of mandatory when you have a heart that is made of flesh and blood and gold. You did not hurt anybody and if you had been selfless or were not a saviour, you ain't a villain. Things would have turned the way they are regardless. And sometimes hurt is all you need to feel. Sometimes it is the only thing that makes you feel alive.” He squeezed her hands and stood up. He brushed his hand over his clothes to brush off the wrinkles and forwarded his hand for her to take. “I think we should go outside and see everyone. I can smell some good food in the air.”

Coronis looked at his hand for a moment with a stone expression however she broke into a delicate one. Her hand slipped into his as he helped her up.

She was cursing herself for being vulnerable yet again in front of a man who barely knew her. He did not hit her or try to have his way in these few moments. He just sat there and was listening to you without any other intentions. He didn't say that he and her needed to be together or that they would figure it out and just enjoy the moment maybe because he was aware of how difficult it is to enjoy the moment with lightning growling in her chest. He just said what needed to be said, nothing more and nothing less.

Indeed, the grief was something she needed to feel. Even now when Edwin opened the door and stepped out with her following behind him and getting hit by the view of Nori's dumbfounded face. It was worse when her shaky eyes fell on Coronis. Many questions reflected on her face. As if she was asking for forgiveness for something she didn't even do and just asking for answers to her unheard questions.

The moment her eyes caught their intervened hands. Pure disgust moulded her pretty face and her eyes captured the most painful pain Coronis could ever imagine. She could see her heart crumble into nothing through her eyes. Coronis removed her hand from his warm ones and stood way behind him to the point it looked like she did not just have a sweet conversation with him.

When Nori looked at Edwin, a burning fire set on fire in her chest. Coronis's mouth fell open when she saw how her eyes turned glassy and bloodshot in rage in a matter of a few milliseconds. Coronis knew she had broken a girl right then and there.

The love in the girl's eyes turned into something beyond dark. Maybe not for Coronis but for everything else. More importantly for her unforgiving fate.

Nori painfully smiled, “I-I am going to leave. I- yeah.” she said and turned around.

She opened the door as she left however the nightmare didn't stop. It started at that point when Coronis saw a pair of eyes looking– no, piercing her soul through the cloak. The Lord.

The Lord has seen what was displayed to be seen. His eyes were eerily calm yet fierce. Coronis's insides shook in fear and regret.

Before she could see more, Martha closed the door.

“She was not wearing her necklace.”

…..

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[blouisparadise]

Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of March. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Bloodsucker | Not Rated | 1,738 words

Harry and Louis’ passionate night takes a violent turn.

2) Hell Is A Teenage Boy | Explicit | 1,970 words

In the quiet suburbs of Roswell, the Tomlinson family has new neighbors: Harry and Alice Styles, a lovely and happy couple. Where Louis, a hopeless rebel fell for the man in the suit. Of course, he can't forget his pretty model wife holding his arm. Simple details.

3) Sweet But Psycho Only For You | Mature | 2,728 words

Finding your forever person is something that many dream to do. For some it takes longer than others and the trials it takes to get to that person can be overwhelming. For Harry it was simple. He didn’t have to relive a Shakespearean play or over exaggerated drama to find his love. He met his person at a corner store at 3am yelling at a clerk over cereal and instantly fell in love. It was all so simple. They dated, fought, fucked, moved in together. Oh, so simple. Until it wasn’t.

4) Blue Yarn | Explicit | 2,875 words

Louis was on his hands and knees on their bed, in nothing but the blue jumper Harry had knitted him, arching his back beautifully, fucking himself on… And Harry had to take one step closer before he realized that, outside of Louis’ bum, the end of his thickest knitting needle was poking out. Holy fucking shit. Louis was fucking himself on Harry's knitting needle.

5) To Make a Home Where There Is None | Mature | 3,907 words

Harry shows up and doesn't want to leave. Louis doesn't mind too much.

6) Your Hand In My Hand, So Still And Discreet | Explicit | 4,513 words

“It was about how cold he was under me. How still. It was knowing that even if he had died, even if he was already dead, he would still be mine.” Louis thought he knew each one of his boyfriend’s stories, secrets, and kinks. Turns out Harry was keeping a crucial one hidden away.

7) Haze On The Horizon | Explicit | 6,397 words

“— Louis?” He couldn’t speak. He should hang up. He should’ve never called. His breaths were building into a staccato. “…baby? Are you doing alright? Talk to me, please.” Harry sounded so concerned, and it was quickly weakening his defences. No. No, he wouldn’t. No- “Omega,” Harry called, voice low and just shy of his alpha voice, even through the phone, and Louis just… Louis broke. “I miss you! I-” he cried out, an agonising crack in his voice, a loud sob being ripped from him. “— I need you!” Louis sniffled harshly, slumping, before admitting, quieter, “I need you.” Louis finds himself unexpectedly going into soft heat. Which would’ve been fine, except he is hundreds of miles away from his alpha, Harry, and he needs him. They make it work.

8) Pour Some Sugar (Wax) On Me | Explicit | 11,213 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH.

“Okay, so I just need you to hug your legs to your chest for me, and we can get started.” Swallowing past the lump that has lodged in his throat, Louis reaches down and grabs his shins, hugging his legs up to his chest, effectively putting his bare asshole, taint, and balls on display.

9) The Room Thief | Not Rated | 12,321 words

Louis: Can I come over? Need your help. Niall: Did someone die? I don’t need to help you bury a body do I? Wait, did you behead one of your alpha flatmates? I hope it was the one that smells like cherries. That is such a weird scent for an alpha. It’s disturbing. And I can’t even smell it. Louis: I’ve just been kicked out. Can I crash on your couch? Niall: Zayn’s in class. I’m here so get over here NOW. Louis: Thanks mate. Gonna pack a few things and will head over. Be there in about a half hour.

10) I Dig Your Cinema | Explicit | 12,930 words

It wasn’t that Louis didn’t want to see Harry’s latest film; it was a tragically pathetic fact that Louis had watched every single show and film, every interview, every red carpet that Harry had done since his ex-boyfriend had decided to leave Uni in the second year and pursue an acting career. It's just that he wanted to watch it on his own, in his flat, with a soft blanket, beer, ice cream, and a large box of tissues.

11) I'll Look After You | Mature | 15,471 words

I mean, when Harry inherited his late uncle's hybrid, he didn't necessarily expect this... Where Louis is a nice hybrid cat who's never lived with anyone but an old man, and who discovers the freedom of living with Harry...

12) I Don’t Want You | Mature | 35,941 words

Louis never wanted to be an omega. He didn’t want to end up like his mother- a submissive omega that married his father in an arranged marriage, and is now living her life as a baby making machine, and a trophy wife who can never voice her opinion- Louis was never the quiet type, he always said exactly what he thought. But life has a funny way of fucking him over and Louis finds himself forced into an arranged marriage with the one and only Harry styles.

13) Hiding Green Smiles | Explicit | 45,227 words

Louis’ heart is racing in his chest. The idea of temporary bonding—letting Harry bite down right on that spot without it being a real bond—makes his mouth go dry. He didn’t even know something like this existed! His mind fills with all the possibilities and questions. What’s it going to feel like? How will it affect his orgasms? How will it affect Harry’s knot? What parts of a bond does it simulate? When Louis goes with Liam to a hidden sex shop, he discovers a new sex toy, the BiteMat, and he can't believe his luck. He loves being bitten, has a biting kink, even, and now he can be bitten over his bonding spot without the fear of anything permanent. He hastily buys it to try with Harry, his friend and roommate, and his regular heat/rut partner for the last eighteen months. They've been friends-with-benefits outside heat or rut for eight months now, and Louis' been desperately in love with Harry for at least five of those months.

14) A Match Into Water | Not Rated | 68,756 words

“So, who’s the guy?” Louis startled at the question, immediately locking his phone and dropping it onto the beanbag cushion below him. This was a topic he desperately wanted to avoid with his friends, but it was bound to happen sooner or later. That didn’t mean he would try to avoid it though. “What guy?” He rushed out, looking at Liza with a dumbfounded expression, trying his best to avoid Niall and Jeremy clearly sharing a knowing look. “You’ve been on your phone nonstop, you’re never on your phone while working. Not to mention, you’re smiling at your phone like a nutter,” Niall pipes up, grinning at him facetiously.

15) I Would Rather Go Blind | Mature | 79,150 words

"What are you doing here, Harry?" Louis asked with confidence, his gaze briefly flickering to Harry's plump lips, a momentary hint of desire flickering in his eyes. "I…" Harry's voice caught in his throat as Louis' gaze travelled downward, coming to rest on his chest. Without hesitation, Louis raised his hands from the desk, bringing them to Harry's chest, helping him button the one he had missed. When he attempted to pull away, Harry's hand shot out and gripped at his wrist. "You're shaking," Louis observed, his eyes shifting to their joined hands before returning to meet Harry's gaze, unwavering. "It's…" Harry cleared his throat. "It's you. You make me… I don't know what is happening to me." "What do you feel?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "It's… warm," he began, shyly bringing Louis' hand against the centre of his chest over his shirt. "Here." His hand slid down to his stomach, their eyes locked in a powerful gaze. "And here." They remained silent for a moment, both captivated by the intensity of their connection. "Every time you're near me."

16) As Sweet As You Are | Mature | 87,394 words

Note: This fic was deleted and has now been reuploaded.

"Do you not have something more expensive?" The alpha gives him a weird look, resting his hands on the table. "Definitely not something the cost of that shade of blue that are your eyes," he responds effortlessly. "Why is a male omega on his own out in the middle of the woods at this time of night?" Harry speaks, staring intensely at the prince, smirk lingering on his face. "Your kind is rather rare. You should be more careful. There are a lot of rogue alphas around that won't blink until they've knotted and bred you up." The blue eyed omega swallows, shuffling in his seat awkwardly and looking anywhere but the alpha before him. "I ran away from home," Louis admits, occupying himself by taking a sip of the lager instead of thinking about the fact that the alpha hasn't yet taken his eyes off him. "My parents want me to marry someone I do not want to marry, so I ran."

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what the heart wants, but can't have

pairing: hubert von vestra x gn!reader

summary: hubert and you sneak out into the gardens at night, away from all prying eyes that disapprove of your relationship

tags: proposal/talk of marriage, mentions of edelgard, secret relationship, mostly wholesome fluff, reader is with the church

“what do you think edelgard would say if she knew you were with me right now?”

hubert and you had snuck out into the gardens of the monastery late at night, at a time where nobody else would spot you. it was a full moon night and brighter than usual at this hour of the night. hubert could clearly make out the amused smile on your lips, as you asked him that question.

“do you have a death wish, my love?”

he huffed amused, before falling into silence. he knew that edelgard wouldn't approve of this relationship. you were the enemy after all. or rather, you were with the enemy.

“i suppose lady edelgard would behead me if she knew i was spending my nights with you, roaming around the garden. or perhaps, she'd banish me, sending me into exile. either way, i do not wish to test my theory. it is best that we do not lose a word about us to her, until the war is over”

perhaps, under the right circumstances, things wouldn't end that poorly for the two of you. but as things were now, edelgard wasn't ready to change her view on anyone within the church. and that included you. even if you were nothing like those nabatean monsters…

“i just wish that she and i could've met under different circumstances… perhaps if she got to know me, like you do, we wouldn't have to hide…”

absently, you let your hands wander through a bush of flowers, taking in the view, as a few of the petals fell to the ground. the beautiful colors were barely visible in the moonlight. if only you could admire all that the garden had to offer during the day, with hubert by your side. but for now, this was all that you had. stealing away during the night, to spend time with the man you loved.

“i promise you, my love, that things won't always be like this…”

hubert reached out his hand, gently tracing his fingers over your hand, until your palms were pressed against each other and your finger interlinked.

“one day, we won't have to hide our love anymore. we'll be able to enjoy this view in broad daylight, without fearing what people think of us”

you smiled softly, tracing your thumb over hubert's hand, as he slowly closed the distance between the two of you.

“no matter how long it'll take, this is the future i fight for. one where i can spend every day by your side, without fear or shame. a future, where there's no war and the two of us can live in peace”

hubert gently lifted your chin, smiling down at you. for a moment, he lingered close to you, before closing his eyes and slowly leaning in. your lips met and a smile quickly spread over both of them. you remained like this for a moment, hubert's hands wandering to your waist and pulling you closer.

when you pulled away after a minute or so, hubert still lingered close to you, his forehead leaning against yours. there was a soft smile on his lips, as he said words so special, that you'd remember them for the rest of your life.

“when that day finally comes, where we won't have to hide anymore… will you marry me?”

[sunandflame]

Flame and Water, Chapter 9

Ship & Trope: Kyojuro x Fem!Reader (Water Pillars Tsuguko) / Slowburn

Warnings: mention of trauma, death and anxiety

Word Count: 1308 Words

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The smile on his lips never seemed to fade even as he looked at you with his intense eyes. But you couldn't hold his gaze for too long and looked at the floor. "I-" You struggled with the words; you just didn't know how to bring up this difficult subject that had stuck with you all your life. Especially since you'd done your best to avoid it. You hadn’t even had access to the memory until you met him. You found it difficult to breathe again and the nervousness that had plagued your first conversation was back.

Large, warm hands clasped yours and protected you from scratching the skin on the backs of your hands. You hadn’t even realized what you were doing before he stopped you. "L/N-san, it’s okay. Just don't forget to breathe." After knowing him and speaking so much with him it was unusual to hear him in such a normal volume, but he really tried to reassure you like the first time, and you immediately calmed down.

You did as he told you and took a few breaths before you let go of his hands, looking down on your knees. "I- I want to tell you a little bit about my past if that is okay... Maybe it will explain a lot of things for you."

Rengoku gave you an attentive nod for you to continue. To signal you that he won't interrupt you. You quarreled with yourself for a while before you finally started to speak.

"I grew up in a village that was very close to a river. My father was the fisher who everybody could rely on. A gentle and calm man who used to protect his loved ones with all his strength. My mother was as gentle as him and was always busy selling the fish my father caught. I always found it boring to stand at the market with my mother, so I always went with my father, though I was not really a big help. I much preferred jumping into the river and swimming with the fish. He always lovingly called me 'sweet little koi fish'.” You took another deep breath as the happy memories flooded your mind. “One time I was even able to catch a fish with my bare hands, even if it was a small one; I was so proud of myself and I remember how we celebrated that day by eating it. My father kept proudly telling everyone how good of a swimmer and fisher I was." You paused again and chuckled at the fond memory before your face turned sad. Your fingers trembled again and grabbed the hem of your pants.

"I can't recall a lot, but I know that I woke up to the heat. This immense heat... It was-" You choked on your words the memory came alive in front your eyes. Rengoku took one of your hands that was on your knee. He gave you the strength to continue and so you did. "The heat was everywhere, and I remember calling for my parents, but they were nowhere to be seen. I tried to get up, run out of our house but the fallen beams barred my way. But it hadn't blocked my view. I saw how they had been beheaded. A clean cut from a katana. I got scared and ran away, but I started to feel dizzy soon from the lack of air. I started coughing, my vision was distorted and I was in pain-" Your narrative speeded up, but at this point you needed to stop yourself. You need to leave out the part about how your little body was engulfed in flames back then. But there was another part you couldn't skip, and you were worried about his reaction. His hand was still holding yours. "The moment I saw you, I had seen 'him'.  The flame man with flaming hair and the flame haori. He was standing there with his katana. I know it was him. He was the one who killed my parents, he was the one who started this fire. He was the one who did this to me. Your father is the flame man of my nightmares!"

Your breath came out jagged and tears that you hadn’t shed before then flowed unstoppably. You had said enough but it felt like the dam broke. You continued talking through the tears no matter how painful they might be for the listener.

"The sight of you brought back a memory I never wanted to see again. The sight of you made me panic because I was going through the same nightmare repeatedly. I was running away because I was afraid that you, no he, would complete his work and let me burn alive. I-I don't want to die yet! I want to live because I know that is what my parents wanted for me!"

Your whole body was shaking like a leaf and the tears wouldn't stop. Your hands were still entwined, and he didn't seem to want to let go either. Even if you spoke earlier about how much the memories of his father and the heat tormented you, the warmth he radiated was a balm for your soul.

After your outburst, you didn't speak. You sat on the engawa holding hands and both of you stared into the distance until Rengoku broke the silence.

"You must be wrong..." His voice was rarely quiet.

You didn't understand. You looked up to him, but his gaze was still fixed straight ahead.

"It's not that I do not believe you, but my father is not that kind of person. He protects the humans. He protected them until he laid down the katana for an unknown reason."

And then you realized at that moment that his sunny and optimistic disposition was also hiding something. You said nothing and squeezed his hand to indicate that you would be his listener now. That he could speak freely around you.

And so he did. He spoke of the death of his mother, Ruka, who was everything to him. Who was the person who had passed down her sincere morals to him. He spoke about his little sweet brother, Senjuro, who tried so hard to gain the approval of their father. And he spoke about his father, Shinjuro, who was once a man who loved his children and raised them with love and passion. A man who suddenly decided to put his katana away and changed drastically after the death of their mother. A man who succumbed to alcohol, who became lonely and bitter in his grief.

He tilted his head back and looked up at the sky, sharing something he never did once in his life. "The only thing I ever wanted to hear from my father is that he's proud of me. That the things I do have meaning and purpose in his eyes too."

You tried to separate the man, who was his father, from the flame man and tried to look at things objectively. "Maybe he is just afraid of losing you too, especially after your mother’s death, and maybe he doesn’t know how to tell you."

For the first time in a while, he finally looked at you. "Yes, I had the same thought!" Now he laughed again, and you gave him a little smile back. "Only my father knows the answer to this - as with your situation. I'll talk to him as soon as the opportunity presents itself. But you don't need to be afraid of him as long as I'm with you."

You gave him a silent nod, before your gaze lingered into the distance. You sat on the engawa and watched the sun go down, still holding hands like friends would, though you knew your feelings towards him were growing like gentle waves.

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For the Bangathon: Snuggling spoon with Javi G or Oberyn?

Ahhhhh we love ourselves a little snuggly sexxin'! Oberyn was calling to me for this one, but it may be a little more tense than we think...

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x OFC

Position: Snuggled Spoon

Word Count: 1419 (see how these get longer the more of them I write? I have no self-control)

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, PiV sex (don’t be a fool, wrap your tool), fingering (f receiving), allusions to public sex, cum tasting, hate sex, Oberyn is an affectionate bastard.

Notes: A follow-up to this drabble, because I wanted to see how it all panned out.

“How are your accommodations, little scorpion?”

The infuriating voice of her captor (and failed assassination attempt) drifts through her cell bars. Remaining on her side on the floor, only a few crumpled blankets to soften the uncomfortable stone, she ignores his question. 

It wasn’t the first time the Prince had visited during her imprisonment. She’d screamed and railed against him the first time, tried to claw at him the second. Every spitfire reaction left him with a smarmy smile, standing just out of reach. He pulled little bits of information out of her each time - who sent her (a prominent family tired of the house leaders), what her plan was (to poison him and flee to Westeros), if she’d ever cum that hard with a lover she chose (silence). The game was more intriguing to him than she’d hoped, praying for his attention to drift so she could devise a way to escape. But every passing day he visits, and every day she grows wearier of her predicament.

Today, she’s done with this game. Her stomach is empty yet again, body aching, and hope waning. Her employers feign ignorance of her plan, abandoning her as she should have guessed. There was no one coming to reward her for her loyalty. 

“Oh come now, has all your fire finally burned out?” Oberyn purrs, but she doesn’t rise to his challenge. She’d overheard the guards speaking of an execution date, fast approaching. What does this sparring matter when she’s about to be erased from history? A blip only in the mind of a small few, forgotten when larger matters loom. 

Oberyn hums, then calls to a guard. Her interest piques for a moment, the rusty clank of keys and the creak of her door opening urging her to roll over and watch. The Prince, in his fine mustard robes and heavy jewelry, steps into the cell. The door closes behind him, even though the guard’s wary face hovers nearby. She sits fully, glaring up at her captor. He only chuckles, leaning back against the bars.

“So I have your attention finally,” he drawls, crossing his arms and raking his gaze over her body. They’d swapped her gauze and silk for a rough shift, the fabric barely keeping her warm in the night. The vulnerability makes her skin crawl.

“If it pleases the Prince of Dorne,” she spits, turning to lay back on her side. Her hands itch to press her thumbs into his eyes, but what good would it do? Speed up the sentence from days to minutes?

“Oh come now, little scorpion, I’ve already commended you on how much your subterfuge entertained me,” he tuts, steps light and cat-like approaching. “Easily the most fun I’ve had in months. And all our sparring over these last days. Don’t let your current state tamp out your fury. It’s the most beautiful thing about you.”

She stays firmly turned to the wall as he sits beside her, the heat of his body melting the ice along her spine. Denying the satisfaction of her relief, she bites down on her lip.

“I’ve never had such a…” he begins again, trying to win her attention for some mystifying reason, before he stops. His fingers brush against her bare arm. “You’re freezing.”

She snorts, very unladylike. “Maybe I’ll perish from the cold before my beheading.”

Suddenly she’s surrounded by warmth, eyes shooting open. The man she was conscripted to kill is now draping his robe around her, bare expanse of his chest snug to her back. His breath dances along her cheek, and try as she might a shudder loosens her limbs.

“Little scorpion, I would not have you suffer,” he says, and the somber tone drips wonder on her skin. Perhaps ill-advised, but she presses back against his blazing heat, wondering if all desert men are this scorching or if it’s only Oberyn. His palm comes up to her arm and warms her skin. A reedy sound of relief catches in her throat. 

Before she can protest his hand travels over her stomach to cup her sex. Such boldness would normally result in the loss of a hand, but at the barest brush her core aches. Much as she hates to admit it (and never would to the Prince), she had dreamt of his touch more than once.

“I can warm you much better than this,” Oberyn purrs in her ear, his wicked fingers already creeping below her shift.

“What makes you think I would want your touch, my Prince?” She tries to hold her voice steady but his fingers are already swiping at her folds.

“This,” he gloats, bringing his soaked fingers to her face. Her arousal gleams thickly. “I think you would positively gush on me again.” Without pretense he drags his fingers into his mouth, sucking indulgently. She turns and watches him, pure sin and infuriating charm. His eyes open, and by the gods, they’re ravenous. 

“Will you take what your Prince gives you, little scorpion?” he demands, and every fiber of her being is screaming to deny him, but her parted lips and slow nod betray her. He smiles wickedly, tugging his cock from his pants to slide between her clenched thighs. Passing over her weeping cunt, he props himself up to closely watch her face. 

“I have dreamt of this cunt since you gave it to me, fucked my fist at the memory of you clenching around me,” he spits out, notching his blunt head at her at her entrance. “And now, I’ll do it again. But this time, you’ll scream my name.”

With a forceful thrust he buries himself inside her, the blinding sensation of fullness and sharp pleasure driving her to tuck into herself. He tuts and yanks her back against his chest, hand loosely around her throat as he sets a toe-curling pace. His teeth scrape her ear as he pants.

“Tight, wet, perfect little thing. Did you think your beauty and wiles would keep me from seeing your true nature?” he hisses, plunging his other hand between her legs to pinch her clit between his fingers. All she can do is wail and rock against his hold, hands scrabbling back to grip his pounding hips. “I’ve had many a pleasure, indulged all my vices, but making you cum on my cock as you tried to kill me…now that was a new experience.” 

Her breath whistles out through clenched teeth, wishing her body didn’t mold to his so readily. Nails digging into his hips, he growls and nips at her skin. Her orgasm is fast approaching, cursing and praising his skill as he pointedly strokes her clit and pounds into the perfect place inside. 

“Yes, my dangerous little scorpion, all glittering and deadly, cum for me a second time. I want your cunt to only desire how well I fuck it.” A quick strum of his fingers and her body traitorously snaps around him, only held in check by his grip and the roar of his snarl in her ear. When her body laxes he manhandles her to her back, lifting her hips off the ground as he slaps into her with reckless thrusts. A few more and he pulls out, fisting his cock and mashing his lips to hers as he cums in the palm of his hand. 

His lips are full and soft, the scratch of his mustache and beard burning against her skin. He sweeps his tongue into her mouth, full and domineering, but when she presses back with teeth and a lap of her own his hips stutter between hers. They kiss messily, licking and biting and panting against each other’s mouths until he finally lifts up and looks down at her. The Prince of House Martell, flushed and satiated, eyes just as dark and promising. 

“I stand by what I said during your arrest,” he says lightly, standing and shrugging off the floor-length robe. He drapes it over her body, sauntering to the cell door with only low-slung pants and the golden expanse of his back. She sits up, clutching the robe to her chest still warm. “You may beat us all to the Iron Throne one day, with that tenacity of yours.” 

One hand pulls the door shut…but not quite. Not enough for the latch to catch, but enough for the guards to believe so. Her eyes snap from the door to Oberyn’s eyes, challenge and conquest pooling in them.

“Come try and kill me again if you can, little scorpion.”

END

LJ’s Bangathon 2023

[pikmininaplane]

cletho and treebark for the bingo ? 👉👈

Bingo game yippie!

Dare I say the two ships that got me into the Life Series? Because. yeag <3

So like. If you dug through the archives of my blog you'd see that I'd already reblogged Cletho fanart in like late 2023. And also if you dug through one of the Discord servers I was in back when the QSMP was falling apart you'd see that I joked about moving on to the Hermitcraft fandom and watching Cleo and Etho's POVs because they were blorbos-in-law to me. So like. I guess their vibe was just so good it reached me years before I got into the Life Series <3

But yeah I love them ough,,, they have such good chemistry?? Divorced and remarried and the second time's working out... Their short-lived duo towards the end of Last Life, when they were two of the last yellows, was everything to me, so I was so happy to see that they teamed up during Secret Life <3 And then there's the immensely funny move of getting assigned divorced parents during LimLife like yeah man. Sure TT Still don't even know where that came from, I've gotta watch Cleo's POV,,,

They've got this balance where they're both independant enough to not be codependant but close enough to want to rely on each other... They both have their badass moments and their wet cat moments... They're on the same wavelength for so much of Secret Life – going "we're not gonna win so let's have fun with it" together, Cleo cheering on Etho for doing his first arson vs Etho cheering on Cleo for getting their first Warden... Etho being told "Cleo's included in the deal" and immediately going "You're not taking Cleo D:<" oughhh!!! I love them.

Bingooo 🗣️

Yes seeing your many posts and reblogs about them is one of the major reasons why I finally jumped in and started watching Third Life. Yes I think I wouldn't have pushed through 3L had it not been for the two of them. Whateverrr 🙄 /silly

Nah but they fr matched each other's freak to a degree that is dangerous to the public... I'm fond of king/knight ships by definition and they really got it down pat huh!! "I'm totally going to betray him eventually" says guy who is about to die on the battlefield for his king. Ok man. Yeah sure call each other "my liege" and "hand" uh huh. Cut his head off at his demand. Whatever man. Literally whatever (deeply affected). "Most codependant bitches on earth" is a euphemism these guys can't live without each other!!! "Enable the worst of each other" and by the worst I mean theater kid tendencies and allegiance to the bit <3

That's not even accounting for Last Life and Wild Life like man. Imagine being so profoundly affected by your knight's unconditional devotion to you that once you're reborn you choose to make yourself in his image and adopt the role he once played for you. And then you find each other again and end up having a secret alliance unbeknownst to his actual teammates. Sure. Ok.

And WILD LIFE??? Ren coming back with a literal "I can fix him mindset"? Living the cottagecore life together?? The fucking. "Did we get married?" "I mean I did behead you"??? And fucking Martren too???????? Yeah man fuckin' go ahead and fuse your DNA with your dead boyfriend's, resulting in an abomination whose express purpose is to serve and defend. YEAH. HM-HM. NO BIG DEAL.

Just thinking about them gives me a damn headache like there's only so many ways a ship can express devotion to each other before you start needing to strangle them with your bare hands (/pos). "?" for "there's no way this will end well" because. Well. Death games. But I do think they could work out with a lotttt of effort. Not 3L Treebark though these guys are extra doomed <3

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Oc Fun Facts: Urami Edition

I figured since i did the thief wifey, i needed to do one for the murder husband so here it is!

Unlike Dirge who is irritable and easily agitated (but also excitable), Urami is way more calm but not really in a chill, casual way but an apathetic way. If it doesn't make him money, involve a prime nap spot or involve Dirge in some way, he doesn't give a shit and he's not interested in it. Between the two of them, he's always been pretty content to let her take the lead on the shenanigans they get into, though he certainly does fuel her ideas by tossing in some of his own (usually violent and deranged but hey thats just a bhaal spawn for ya, its ok tho shes delighted with his suggestions 90% of the time)

Submissive to her but in the way a livestock dog is submissive to the sheep it kills wolves for

can, will, and has ripped someones heart out with his bare hands for disrespecting Dirge before

oh yeah, hes a fighter/rogue/ranger multi class with a 20 strength score

"Do you want me to rip his arms off?" "Hmmm... Maybe just one. Whichever arm he uses to jack off" "Devious. I like it."

he does, however, have very long, pretty princess hair. it's not as long as Orin's but down to his waist. It's usually tied back in a low ponytail and stuffed under his hood/cloak on the job. touching it is an offence punishable by torture and death if you're not Dirge. She's also the one who is constantly brushing it for them. It's been their ritual for her to spend like an hour brushing it for him every morning when they get up and every night before they sleep for YEARS.

his reaction to Sarevok's suggestion he breed with orin was an immediate, dry "I'd rather cut my dick off than stick it in your granddaughter" Unsurprisingly, orin took offense to that. (this did convince pretty much the entire temple that he's gay, which to be fair, is half right since he's pan)

When he's doing assassinations, he prefers a bow. It's more professional to him, more detached. If he's killing someone for a personal reason, he'll use a blade. if its personal and he's pissed, then he's liable to beat the person to death with his bare hands. Its a rare and unfortunate person who learns that the blades are just a formality. That said, he's not really a sadist and doesn't get a kick out of killing people if he's not just incredibly pissed off

Withers at one point mentions he greatly resembles his father when he was mortal. Urami isn't sure whether to find this news disconcerting or not.

He is not and never has been overly impressed with Gortash lavishing him with flattery. There is no praise kink to be found here. While he does think he's smart as hell, Urami really isn't invested in the Absolute plot and is only going along with it for the most part because Bhaal told him to. That said, he does find Gortash mostly tolerable, though they only hooked up a couple times before Dirge made her way to BG. Urami did threaten to cut his eyes out and feed them to him if he didn't keep them off Dirge though

On the other hand, he does NOT like Ketheric. The man reminds him so much of Dirge's adoptive father, who Urami hated. Who was, hilariously a Banite, and not a Maskarran (Bane loaned him to Mask for a bit) Unsurprisingly a strict authoritain, who Dirge also did not like (neutral evil, miss rules are good for thee but not for me) And learning more about the situation with Isobel only compounds that feeling. One of the rare moments where he strikes first, completely unprovoked was him telling Ketheric that if he was a better father then she wouldn't have died in the first place

He can dual wield long swords, and only needs one hand for greatswords, though he really doesn't prefer such large blades. (Dirge likes watching him behead people with one swing though)

He actually has a public noble persona in the city, while Dirge doesn't bother maintaining/bringing over her noble persona from Waterdeep in favor of laying low. But yeah this means he does have a fancy crashpad manor in the upper city, and Dirge does in fact live there. Orin is pissy when she finds out.

i can't believe its taken me this long to add this one but Urami likes napping. like SERIOUSLY likes napping. if he's not actively got some responsibility to take care of, 90% chance he's snoozing. doesn't matter what time it is or where he's at. Notable locations he's been caught sleeping: under Gortash's desk waiting for him to get back from playing with his toy tin cans so they could discuss the next steps of the absolute plan. on top of the war table at moonrise. on top of the bookshelves at sorcerous sundries. Bhaal's Altar at the temple (orin was very tempted to scramble his brain for that one) After the reunion with Dirge, she can usually be found curled up under his cloak against him in whatever ridiculous spot he's napping in.

unlike Dirge, whose constitution stat is pretty abysmal, he's got con for days so he typically ends up carrying her if they're traveling on foot, which he can do for a WHILE considering she's 120 pounds soaking wet. This is another habit from growing up as thieves together.

his subclasses are battle master fighter, assassin rogue (ofc) and beast master ranger. his animal companion is a pitch black wolf. that may or may not in fact be a hellhound. It's name is Fwuffy. yes. Fwuffy. Urami thinks its funny and so does Dirge. Bc no one hears a bored, monotone voice go "sic em Fwuffy" and expects a huge ass pure black wolf bigger than they are to come bounding out of the darkness and lunge for their throat. Fwuffy also serves as Urami and Dirge's improvised pillow for their naps because it is in fact incredibly fwuffy.

unsurprisingly, having been raised by Maskarrans, he's ridiculously snarky, just as much as Dirge is, and there are many moments when one of them says something utterly scathing to someone, and the other one adds onto it, compounding the psychic damage of Dirge's Vicious Mockery

Has only met Daddy Dearest in person once and did an assassination together. At one point, while parkouring along the rooftops, Urami told Bhaal "I don't need to worry about you falling and breaking your hip, do I, old man?" The look on Bhaal's face was worth the nightmares he received, even if he couldn't sleep more than a few minutes at a time for months.

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29 - Needing More Allies

Part 30

The Last Velaryon

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“We’re at war. This event is a distraction.” Lord Karstark spoke towards the young wolf he now called King in the North. The elderly man stood beside his lord while they watched the preparations for his mothers fathers funeral almost be completed then the send off would be done afterwards.

The army of North men and the Velaryon fleet had been camping at Tully cattle for quite some time to rest and regain their strength. Kings Landing was still some distance away from them at the moment. “My grandfather’s funeral is not a distraction.” Robb made a point to remind the lord.

“Is there a battle going to take place today?” Karstark eyed the wolf boy.

“No.”

Karstark licked his lips. “Then it’s a distraction.”

“My uncle Edmure has his forces gathered here. We need the Tully men.”

Karstark grumbled under his breath. “Unless he’s been breeding we don’t have enough to make a difference.”

“Have you lost faith in our cause?” Robb finally turned his head to state at the elderly lord.

Karstark responded back. “If it’s revenge I'll still have faith in it.”

“If you no longer believe-“

Karstark cut him off shortly. “I can believe till it snows in Dorne. It won’t change the fact that we’ve got half the men.”

“You seem to have forgotten that we now have the support of House Velaryon and the ships that they have provided. Including men who know how to sail, which is something none of us know anything about, my lord.” Robb sternly declared back to the north man scanning his eyes over the other man’s face finally seeing what he was thinking. “You don’t think we can win.”

Karstark asked politely. “May I speak my mind, your grace?”

“Have you not been speaking your mind, Lord Karstark?”

Karstark shifted his gaze over the young wolf’s shoulder catching sight of the familiar white Velaryon hair coming towards them. The woman he spoke of was wearing the gray Stark colors so proudly with a direwolf trailing at her feet as she made her way in their direction. “I think you lost this war the day you married her.”

“She’s your Queen, Lord Karstark. You have no right to talk about her to me in that way!” Robb bared his teeth and his nostrils flared up at how he was speaking about the woman he loved.

Karstark noted the tone change in his voice. “Forgive me if I can't simply forget that she was wed off to the Kingslayer before she joined your bed, your grace. Some of the other men don’t believe her loyalty can solely belong to you and our cause.”

“Keep speaking about the loyalty of my lady wife and we’ll have to have a different conversation than this one, my lord.” Robb threatened one of his bannermen not caring who else heard their conversation. He was raised to defend his family and his wife was now a part of that family. “I have no problem beheading someone myself just as a reminder to watch your tongue, my lord.”

Robb soon forgot all about the lord beside him hearing the beautiful voice of his lady wife and Lord Karstark decided to take his leave and walked off somewhere else.

Holding up the ends of my dress so I wouldn’t trip, I hurried over to my lord husband wanting him to experience what I had just experienced for the first time ever in a pregnancy. “Robb. Robb, Robb, come here. I have something you need to see. Come here quickly.”

“What is it, Hael? Is the baby okay?” He quickly came over to me once I had waved my hand over for him to come greet me. Grey Wind laid down at the sides of my boots eyeing his master.

Intertwining my hands with his I pressed one of his hands down upon my swollen stomach. Our eyes locked with one another till I felt the infant kicking me inside my belly. “Do you feel that?” I laughed, lowering my eyes down to our hands.

“He’s kicking.” Robb chuckled with a grin making its way across his lips.

I stuck my tongue out at him teasingly. “What makes you think it's a boy?”

“We need an heir for Winterfell, Hael.” Robb reminded me by squeezing my hand in his. “Don’t think I don't want it to be a girl. I was just told it always needs to be a -”

“A boy. I remember my lady lessons just the same as you remember yours. I'll do my best to provide you with a boy but it's not a guarantee.”

The young wolf raised his freehand to the side of my face and I leaned into his palm. “I just want you to know I will be happy whether you give me a boy or a girl. They'll be masters of Sea and the North combined.”

“Are you telling me that you’d want to visit my family home once all this is over?” My face lit up at the very thought of that happening. I truly missed my childhood home since it’s been a long time since I was living in the Driftmark castle. But I did want to be able to embrace the Northern environment fully as his lady wife.

My husband runs his thumb across my cheek leaning down and planting a kiss on my forehead. “You’ll learn about my family in time. So I should do the exact same thing about your own family.”

“You truly are the best husband I could have asked for. I don’t regret that we had to get through some challenges to get to this point. We work together better than I ever possibly could have been with Jaime Lannister.”

Robb declares drawing his head slightly back from mine. “I don’t wish to rule Westeros and seat the Iron Throne. There's been some talk about that being a possibility but I've not yet asked if that's something you'd want. To become Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.”

“I'm not sure I'd be suitable for the throne and its power.” Shrugging my shoulders I bite my lip in a long thought. “I'm still adjusting to the role of Queen in the North. All of Westeros doesn't seem like something I'd be good at. I was simply raised to be a good lady wife, not a Queen.”

Robb nodded his head in agreement about my words. “Most Kings grew up as Princes. They spend their whole lives preparing for the crown. I was raised to be Lord of Winterfell.”

“I suppose we can't claim we are merely children anymore now can we, Stark.” I chuckled, recalling that our lives used to be so much simpler before our crowns were placed upon our heads when we sought out to free the North.

Robb flashed me a smile capturing my lips with his own. I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him in closer and he had no issue with deepening it till we heard someone clear their throat behind me. “My King. My Queen.” A knight of my father’s guard stood before us with my best friend clearly escorting him to our location.

“What is it, Lady Chezney?” Robb broke the kiss keeping one hand on my hip and I turned around to face the pair before us.

The guard bowed to us, drawing a sealed letter from inside his pocket. “A letter, your grace. It came from one of the Baratheon brothers.”

“Thank you, Ser.” I nodded to the guard and he left without another word before I turned my head and my attention to my husband as he tore open the official house seal. “Who’s writing to us exactly?”

Robb cleared his throat, beginning to read the letter aloud to the three of us. “Dear Lord Stark - I have heard the rumors that you are searching for more men to fight in your cause against the Lannisters. I have the support of many other houses behind me and could assist you in your march on the Golden Lions. Come to the Stormlands and discuss terms with me - Renly Baratheon.”

“We can’t risk you walking into a trap. I'll go and speak with him in your stead.”

My best friend and my husband gasped sharply in defense. “Seven hells no!”

“You've said it yourself we need more men. We need more to face the men at Casterly Rock or at King's Landing. Renly is saying he has the support of more houses. We need to see what he wishes to discuss with us. We can’t deny his letter. Unless you don't agree with me.” I throw my arms away from my sides in a slight huff.

Chezney touches my shoulder gently. “Haelesa, it's too risky for you. You’re carrying a baby now and plus you are the Queen in the North now. We can’t risk you getting captured by the enemy.”

“She’s right, Haelesa.” Robb cups my face in his hands once again and I net his deep brown eyes showing me the love and protective side he has. “You are my wife and love. You and our child are everything to me. I adore your bravery and willingness to help our cause but Chezney is thinking the same thing I am. I don't want to be worrying about you miles away from me.”

“So what else do you suggest we do? We can't ignore the offer he's sent.” I knitted my brows together, slightly confused on what he was thinking inside his head.

My lord husband slowly dropped his hands from my face. “I'll answer his offer. I can send my mother to represent our beliefs.”

“I'll accompany her with Brienne.” Chezney declares intertwining my hand in hers squeezing it gently and I sent her a small head nod letting her walk away from me. Robb rested a hand on my lower back and I laid my head against his shoulder feeling many nerves building in the pit of my stomach since we had never been this far away from one another like this. In the back of my mind it was for the good of our cause to defeat the wrongful Lannisters.