#King of Eternity WIP

[monbons]

WIP Wednesday

Just finished teaching both of my classes for today, which means…only two days of school left!!!

There are also only two days until one of my favorite chapters of The Eternal Life of Baz Pitch. If you haven't checked out the playlist for my fic yet, you should at least check out the song that played on repeat while I wrote this chapter. Really captures Baz's whole vibe more effectively than the snip below the cut honestly...

“I propose we celebrate with dinner,” Lamb takes the etched goblet from Baz’s hand and places it back on the dining table. “You’ll need to change into something more appropriate, of course.” “What could be more appropriate than this?” Baz scowls. He is still wearing his white tie and tailcoats from his performance.  “Today, we celebrate more than an anniversary, my darling; we celebrate a beginning.” An amused smile plays across Lamb’s face. “I left you something far more fitting in your bedchamber. Hurry back before the food gets too cold.” Baz rolls his eyes. He’s grown accustomed to Lamb’s theatrics over the years. Although he doesn’t see the point in changing, he heads to his room nonetheless. When he gets there, Baz is not at all prepared for the sight that greets him. 

PS. This chapter is dedicated to @bookish-bogwitch for REASONS. May it be everything you hoped for...

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[amberskywrites]

Eternal

Chapter 25 - To Challenge

Chapter 1 | Chapter 24 | Chapter 26 || Masterpost | AO3 Link | FF.net Link

Fandom / Genre: Nanatsu no Taizai (Seven Deadly Sins) / Canon-Divergent and Hurt/Comfort

Pairings: Meliodas/Elizabeth, Zeldris/Gelda, Meliodas & Zeldris & Elizabeth & Gelda

Overall Story Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, Canon-typical violence, Canonical character death, Canon temporary character death, Cursed characters, Lmk if I need to add anything else!

Chapter Warnings: None, lmk if there’s anything I need to add!

Story Summary:

Eternal…

life.

reincarnation.

silence.

and chains.

For 3,000 long and painful years, these four have been doing all they can to lift their curses. They have failed, again and again and again. With only a sliver of hope left, they try once more.

-

Or, what if Zeldris accepted Meliodas’ offer to go with him 3,000 years ago?

King had no words, his brow furrowed as he stared up at his sister’s ghost- spirit- soul. Despite the indifference she plastered on her face - and how he ached, seeing the indifference, when he remembered her being so expressive - he could feel her anger, her righteous anger with him, no matter how he tried to deny it’s existence.

Her words registered.

He didn’t know Ban?

He didn’t know Ban?

He could have scoffed, if he wasn’t so paralyzed by the surety in her voice.

Of course he knew Ban.

He knew he was selfish, and greedy, and careless, reckless, and apathetic. He knew he didn’t give a damn who he hurt, so long as he got what he wanted in the end. He’d seen it, again and again and again while with the Sins. And he never understood how someone so seemingly good as Meliodas could tolerate such behavior, how he let it fly, any of it.

Although…

King pretended to be those things with the Holy Knights.

Could…

Could it be an act? Could it be exaggerated?

…

King blinked, and forced the thoughts away. No, he couldn’t be thinking of that now.

Elaine tilted her head, looking at him, but not really. It was like she was seeing right through him, right to his core. Like she was…

oh.

King inhaled shakily.

She was always much better at reading hearts.

Neither of them had a chance to say anything, though. The ground shook under King, a loud rumble reverberating through the air. Elaine’s head snapped up in the direction that Ban had run, and King followed her gaze.

The power radiating towards them was immense, once again familiar intertwined with an aura that was so familiar King could cry just feeling it again after so many years of giving up on getting that chance. Getting to his feet, King could see the smoke billowing in the distance, and he could imagine just how big that blast had to be, for the black smoke to be that thick and taking up that much of the Necropolis.

He didn’t get a chance to ponder it longer, for just as it was processing what was going on, he was nearly barreled over.

He shook his head, trying to look down at whatever had run into him, only to come face-to-face with Princess Elizabeth, staring at him with wide eyes herself.

“Sir King!” she exclaimed, a smile flitting onto her face as she slid off Hawk, who had plopped onto the ground in front of them. She gave him a pat, although she never turned away from King. “I’m glad you’re okay - the others, there’s a-”

“A Holy Knight,” he finished.

Elizabeth nods almost frantically. “She’s- she’s strong, and the others are fighting but, I don’t know how well they’re faring.” There was yet another blast, not as intense as the ones before, but much closer. “They’re being driven back, again and again,” she rushes out. “Maybe you could help them?”

“Help them?”

“To drive out the Holy Knight! To keep them safe!”

King hesitated, and he watched as the smile that had appeared upon stumbling across him faded.

King was struck then, in the next few seconds as Elizabeth stared at him, that she was quite good at reading people, and terrible at hiding her feelings. Even he, terrible at reading hearts, could hear the echoes of disappointment and doubt that flitted through her mind as she seemed to realize that he would even hesitate to help the others - would hesitate to protect them.

Her eyes flickered to behind him, and the feeling of understanding projected over him, and King whirled around. Elaine was looking down at Elizabeth, though King was sure she couldn’t see Elaine, but his sister was looking at the princess with such a pitying look, pitying and - and knowing sadness.

Elaine flicked her eyes to him.

“If you want to start mending burned bridges, brother…” She looked back to Elizabeth, and began to flicker in and out of corporeal form. “I think you know where you should begin.”

King swallowed, holding himself straighter just as Elaine turned once again to the lights, and he turned back to Elizabeth. She was watching him, her head tilted and a small crease in her brows, and King wonders if she was able to hear Elaine. But she shouldn’t have…

Flames rose into the air truly not far from them, purple and red dancing together as the loud sound of swords clashing echoes off the gems that make up the Necropolis. Elizabeth looks from the flames to King, her expression shifting into one of determination, a challenge.

“Are you truly not going to help, Sin of Sloth?” she asks. “Are you really going to wait, again?”

Again.

Again?

How would she- does she know?

No, she couldn’t possibly know.

But she was challenging him? Him? Did she not know anything about him? Who he is—was?

…

Well…

He supposed she wouldn’t know who he actually was.

He narrowed his eyes at her, at her challenge, and let himself float above the ground.

He flicked his wrist, Chastiefol finally shifting from its third form, transforming into its pillow shape.

“If you’re so determined to get me to help them, then come on,” he said, not waiting to see her reaction before he pointed at her, knocking both her and Hawk off their feet and onto Chastiefol.

-

We’re barely holding it together, Meliodas cursed in his head, falling behind Zeldris again as he blocked yet another swipe from Guila. She was holding back her blasts again, steadily wearing them down and stopping them from actually hitting her with anything too strong.

And it’s not like they weren’t trying, either. Gelda had come closest with her fire, but the Holy Knight’s armor was more fire resistant than those of the Weird Fangs or even Gilthunder - and so she hadn’t been able to do much damage before Guila had turned her sights onto the vampire again.

What they needed was a strong hit, but he and Zeldris couldn’t build up that much power with her getting so close, and Gelda pushing her back. Diane was down already, and it was barely enough that they were keeping Guila’s focus off her for right now—the moment Guila realizes Diane’s properly injured somehow, Meliodas would bet she’d go for the kill.

Following his younger brother back, Meliodas readied himself to jump in front and take another swing at the Holy Knight, when Guila’s arm jerked back. The fighting paused briefly as Guila followed her arm, and Meliodas could see her beginning to strain to keep a grip on her rapier.

“Fox Sin Ban,” Guila stated and tilted her head, her voice so unconcerned that Meliodas could feel a deep, shoved down itch to get some emotion out, to hear some kind of stress or fear tinge her words. He grit his teeth, tightening his grip on his broken ‘sword’. “Let go of my rapier.”

“I’m not touching it yet though, am I?” Ban said with a grin, tilting his head back and flexing his hand towards himself, increasing the amount of Snatch. Guila remained steady on her feet but was forced to lean forward, and tension twitched at her face. “Besides—“ Ban’s grin grew— “I want it.”

Three things happened at once, Meliodas observed.

A determined look flickered across Guila’s face.

Diane shifted behind him and Zeldris.

Gelda darted into the air.

-

Diane wasn’t one to normally play the long game. She preferred jumping into the fray, to be the first line of defense. She had the endurance and durability and the strength, she could tank plenty of hits and has done so many times in battles prior. And, she liked being able to end battles quickly, thank you very much. The sooner things were over and done with, the sooner she could provide aid to the injured or, if there weren’t any, the sooner she could relax again with her friends.

But just because she preferred it doesn’t mean it was always the best plan, and she could recognize when a bit of forethought had to be implemented into a fight.

Her side throbbed—she suspected a bruised bone, or maybe Guila had burned her more than she thought—and she was vulnerable on her side, behind Zeldris and Meliodas. They weren’t much of a shield, and she could only thank the goddesses for the fact that Guila hadn’t taken advantage of their tiny size compared to her to barrage her with explosions. But pain be damned, she wasn’t going to be completely useless now.

Guila was quick, and she tried keeping distance between them all unless the others were clearly gearing up for a ranged attack, in which she darted into close proximity, and that armor of hers must be extremely fireproof, otherwise she wouldn’t risk those closer explosions so often. The thing was, there were more of them than there were of Guila. And she was starting to focus on Meliodas and Zeldris more and more often.

Ban’s arrival was the nail in the coffin, so-to-speak, for Guila.

Diane glanced to Gelda, catching her red gaze, and while Guila was distracted, Gelda signed to her, pointing first to Guila and then up with a quick gesture.

Diane nodded once, and just once, and shifted as slowly as she could—in part to spare her any more pain, in part to not draw Guila’s attention over to her. Once she was nearly upright, Gelda was suddenly in the air, hovering and sparks flickering in her palms. Diane took a slow breath, pressing her hands to the crystal floor below, and concentrated on the spot right underneath Guila.

As soon as she could no longer feel the energy trailing back to her, could feel only the rock underneath the Holy Knight’s feet, Diane exhaled sharply and willed every bit of earth under Guila up.

The Holy Knight began to fire a shot at Ban, but was launched up too quickly that it wasn’t as big as she was clearly planning. It still hit Ban, and he was launched backwards. He hit the ground with a groan. Diane retracted the earth almost as quickly as she had sent it up, and Guila attempted to regain her composure in the air, contorting to face Diane.

Gelda took the opportunity and dove for Guila, wrapping herself around the shorter woman and while she didn’t exactly grip her flesh with her smoldering hands, she did drag the fire in her palms to Guila’s arms, trapping them at her side and heating the armor up. Guila squirmed and her mouth twitched into what Diane would say was an attempt at a snarl, but it fell flat with the way she was struggling to even dislodge Gelda even slightly.

When Guila seemed to have given up on struggling, instead seemingly focusing on the burning armor that was finally, finally beginning to crinkle slightly under Gelda’s hands, Gelda bared her own teeth and inched closer to Guila’s neck.

But then something Diane wasn’t expecting happened.

Gelda froze, and Diane could see the fire under her fingers flicker.

Guila took the opportunity and shot a fireball down, rocketing both herself and Gelda off-balance, where she was able to finally dislodge herself from the vampire.

She turned midair and slashed at Gelda with her rapier, but Zeldris was there between them, taking the hit and sending the couple to the ground. She sent a blast towards them, and the captain rushed to intercept.

Distraction successful, Guila landed with grace and without hesitation pointed her weapon at Diane.

[legobiwan]

I very much would like a sequel to your story. I love that Luigi was so worried for Mario due to him dying and how much he was willing to go so far to help his big brother. I can only imagine the fear Mario would go through once he is saved and realized how far Luigi went to save him.

So, I probably won't be writing a sequel to my insane King Boo story (I still can't believe I wrote that, ayyyyyy) anytime soon, just because I really need to get two or three other projects off my plate. (This may end up being a lie, but we'll see how it goes).

This being said...

Mario wouldn't just be afraid...

I think if Mario caught even a whiff of what went down between Luigi and King Boo in that cavern -

He would burn that cavern and any other King Boo hangout down to the ground and bury the ashes under the River Twygz personally.

Because, he's seen kidnappings. Seen Luigi fight and get hurt. Seen his brother brainwashed and possessed by an ancient vessel of the apocalypse and a maniacal, insane jester.

That was bad enough.

But I would argue that the kind of direct humiliation done to his brother by King Boo - all for mind and power games, all for a pageantry of drawn out revenge - would be the thing to trip Mario's "kill" switch. It's more than personal now. And he's going to make King Boo pay, Brooklyn-style.

I honestly could see him storming into E. Gadd's lab, demanding he build the biggest, most menacing (most painful) ghost hunting machine ever (and from what we know about E. Gadd's roulette wheel of a moral compass, he'd probably be into this) and then go crashing through King Boo's door to fuck shit up. Because no one does that to his baby brother and lives to talk about it. (Hell, he'd probably recruit Bowser to come with him, just for the extra firepower. You know ol' Bowsie would leap at the idea of state-sanctioned destruction).

And after the last embers of violent devastation have settled, Mario is going to have a long, long talk with his brother about self-preservation. Because Mario is not going to let him do anything like that ever again.

[agrumina]

I was going to write a fanfic on Pirithous trapped in Hades hallucinating Theseus and them going basically

"Dude you and Heracles should come back and save me too I hate it here"

"........ /traslation: Friend I'm a silent hallucination born from your slowly losing reason what am I supposed to do/"

...before realizing I wrote the exact same concept but it was Theseus trying to cope by imagining Asterius in the room and have fake conversations with him.

[hikaruchen]

I’ll keep the king when you are gone away. I’ll keep him safe from the dark things that wait. — King by The Amazing Devil

INPRNT | COMMISSION INFOS

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Some details for archaeology nerds (Here we go again AHAHAHA)

First of all the costume Alfred wears in this pic is BY NO MEANS historical accurate, but if we really want to be 100% accurate then to my knowledge there’s a high chance that Alfred wouldn’t be wearing dresses gowns at all (whoever decided to make Alfred wear those pretty cough dresses cough in the show I wish your family to prosper for all eternity YOU’RE A HERO), so instead I just chose to design whatever clothes I want and add some Anglo-Saxon elements in it :)

1. Alfred’s earrings

Took inspiration from the 7th century Anglo-Saxon/Frankish crystal ball, now in Ashmolean Museum, Oxford. Here’s the thing, I know English men (and the monarchs) don’t wear earrings until the 16th century and earrings weren’t even popular during the Anglo-Saxon period, but once I saw Charles I wearing pearl earrings in his portrait I just can’t help but put something pretty on Alfred’s ears as well lol…Sadly I can’t find the exact size of this one but the official site says that it was used as a pendant/an amulet! Probably for pagan practices though, but it’s pretty, isn’t it? :D

2. Patterns on Alfred’s gown

Taken from the patterns on the Bewcastle Cross in Cumbria (which used to belong to Northumbria, built in around the 7th to early 8th century, aka the period Bede lived in.

3. The woven band

The pattern is taken from the Laceby band found in Laceby, Lincolnshire, dated to early 7th century. It seems both Scandinavians and Anglo-Saxons enjoy wearing tablet-woven bands? Saw this kind of things a lot in viking clothes reconstruction as well.

4. …Whatever this is

From fol. 34r in Book of Kells, the famous Celtic gospel book completed in Ireland circa 800 AD. As you can see I got lazy during drawing this lol but the illustrations in the original manuscripts are really impressive!

Now I don’t know if this is a good news or not but I’ve still got like…six wips for alhtred in hand…Good god of arts DELIVER ME

[sandwitchstories]

Kinktober Day 2 Prompt- My Monster - Sukuna x Reader

I found this started in my bog of eternal WIPS earlier today. The horny gremlin living in my brain was able to beat back to writer's block and crank this out. As you all know, True Form Sukuna makes me feel things!

So here, my fellow heathens. Gather round and enjoy some DP with our favorite homocidal maniac!

If you prefer to read on AO3, click here!

Summary: You knew what you were doing when you wore that Kimono. Just like you knew what you were doing with the words you choose. You knew exactly who he was, what you married and what you wanted. And you knew exactly how to get it. WC: 1800+

CW: SMUT, MDNI, AFAB terms used to describe reader's naughty bits, true form Sukuna, DP, Oral sex(f!receiving), breeding kink, creampie, Sukuna and his ability to conjure multiple mouths where he wants, and more.

Divider by: @sweetmelodygraphics

“You knew just what you were doing when you wore that particular kimono, didn’t you?,” Sukuna said before leaning his head down and capturing Y/N’s lips, pinning her smaller frame between him and the wall inside the entryway to his estate.

“Is there something wrong with my attire, my lord?” she asked, looking up at him with absolutely feigned innocence. 

He narrowed his eyes on her. She knew damn well what she was doing. She knew damn well that this kimono always shifted in a way that at his height he would look down into her cleavage everytime he glanced down at her. Which at 2 feet taller than her was every single damn time he spoke to her. MY lord? So she wants to play a little game, huh?

“Currently the only problem with your attire is that you are still wearing it. Take it off.”

Y/N glanced around, obviously concerned that someone may see them. “Ry-”

He put a finger to her lips. She had started this. “How do you address your King?”

She arched an eyebrow at him, challenging him, like she always did. “My lord, someone could come upon us.”

“That’s their problem, isn’t it?” he gave her a sly grin. He was a sadistic fuck and she knew this. She just brought out a different type of sadism in him. “Take. Off. This. Dress. Now.”

She tilted her head back to look into his eyes, “I’ll do anything you want. Anything you say. No arguments. I promise. Just take me to our room first.”

His cock twitched at the implications of her words. He had a very filthy mind and a very beautiful woman who he loved to fuck into a coma. This was worth the momentary delay. He grinned, snatching her up over his shoulder and heading towards their room.

“Put me down! I can walk!” she laughed, trying to keep her voice quiet so as not to wake any of the servants or Uraume.

She yelped when his hand slapped down on her ass, a little bit harder than his usual playful smacks. “You said anything…” he said in a sing-song voice as he took long strides towards their room. 

He had one arm wrapped around her knees, keeping her legs against his chest. He got a  wicked idea. Without slowing his pace, he slid his hand up her thighs under her kimono. He slid it between her legs, grinning when his hands found only her flesh. He ran one finger through her slick before shoving it into her tight cunt and smirking at the whimper she let out. 

“Look at you, such a naughty, perfect little woman for me.” He continued to finger her cunt as he walked. But as promised, she was not arguing or yelling at him for indecency. She was merely clinging to the fabric of his haori, face buried into the material whimpering softly as her pussy got more slick by the second.

Sukuna was too worked up to bother with removing clothing. As soon as they were in their room he sat down on their bed. He moved her quickly off of his shoulder for her to sit on his lap facing away from him. Two large hands moved under her robes to grip her thighs firmly and spread them wide, wide open. 

His third hand shoved under the part in the top of her robe to hungrily and roughly grope at her breast, conjuring a mouth on his hand to hungrily suck and nibble on her nipple. And his fourth sinful hand was at her lips, pressing in to fuck her mouth with them while he sucked hungrily at her neck.

He moved those spit slicked fingers down to her spread open cunt, sliding them up and down her slit before shoving two large, thick fingers into her dripping hole. 

“Oh gods!” she cried out, legs quivering in his hands as he set a hard rough face with the fingers in her cunt. He pressed his palm against her, conjuring yet another mouth on that hand to suck and flick at her clit. The moans and whimpers falling from her throat were vulgar and desperate. Breathy, broken cries. And every single one of them went straight to her cunt, slicking his fingers more and more. 

“Such a good girl for me. You know who you belong to. Who this cunt belongs to. Say it,” he said, thrusting his fingers particularly hard against her for emphasis.

“You! Sukuna! I belong to you!” she whimpered, hips trying to ride his hand in desperate jerky motions.

Just before she was about to cum he pulled his hand away, laughing at her squawk of disapproval. “Take these robes off. Now.”

Y/N did so quickly, she knew better than to keep him waiting when he was already this worked up. He would never harm her, never. But she would rather he did not rip this kimono off of her in his hunger. She was rather fond of it. 

He stripped off the rest of his clothes at the same time, moving to lean back on two of his hands, another cupped and stroked his two cocks at the same time, licking his lips on both of his mouths. “Get over here, woman.”

She grinned as she gingerly moved to straddle him, pressing against him like a cat in heat. She ground against his cocks hungrily. His hands gripped her hips and moved her up his body onto his stomach. He watched her eyes roll back into her head as his stomach mouth's large tongue lapped at her juicy cunt. He could taste her in all of his mouths and it made his cocks twitch. 

She cried out and rocked her hips as he began thrusting his tongue into her cunt.

“That’s it. That’s my hungry little woman. Ride my tongue,” he encouraged. 

He laid back on the bed so she was more upright as her hands braced on his chest and she threw her head back, her hips undulating against the slight appendage thrusting into her without restraint. Her breasts swayed and bounced with her efforts, her soft thighs clutched against his as she moved. She was perfection. And she was his. 

Two hands slid under her thighs, offering support and squeezing before he lifted her up some. The other two hands gripped her ass cheeks firmly spreading them as he moved his tongue from her cunt to her ass. He teased at the tight ring, loving the way she shivered and mewled as he worked his tongue into her ass.

“Lean back with your hands on my thighs,” he instructed, giving him better access to be able to slide his tongue deeper into her tight hole and allow one of his other hands to slide between her legs, sliding three fingers into her cunt and pressing the palm of his hand against her slit, once again conjuring another mouth to suck at her clit. 

He smirked as she cried out. Y/N’s orgasm tore through her violently, causing her to dig nails into his thighs as she creamed on his tongue. He licked his lips as he watched he let her ride out her orgasm, the sight was incredible. 

She started to go limp. He grabbed onto her and rolled her under him, smirking down at her. “Nope, none of that. You’re not done yet, my queen.” he reached between them, gripping his cocks and slapping them against her sensitive cunt. 

“Please. Fuck me, Ryou. Please. I need to feel you inside of me,” Y/N begged, looking up at him with glazed eyes. She already looked so fucked out and they had barely started. “Please.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” he grinned. 

He swooped down and kissed her passionately before leaning back and positioning both of his cocks at her entrances, slowly working both of them in. He had no intentions of going easy on her. There was no point. His woman rarely enjoyed that and as much of a monster and a selfish sadist as he was, when it came to Y/N he put her pleasure and happiness before his own. But he would never  hurt her intentionally, and that included feeding his giant cocks into her tight, tiny little holes.

“Look at you, you’re doing so good taking my cocks,” he praised. 

His hands kept her legs spread open at her knees, keeping her hips nice and rolled back so he could split her open with ease. Another roamed her breasts and finally the other settled on her throat. As he picked up the pace with his hips, his hand on her throat tightened just a little.

Y/N’s breath was heavy and pleasure coursed through every fibre of her being as Sukuna fucked into her holes harder and harder with every thrust. He filled her so fully, so perfectly. And when his belly tongue slid out to work between her folds as he thrusted, she was a goner.

Sukuna smirked and groaned as she came calling his name, shaking in his grasp and nails clawing down his chest. 

Y/N’s eyes rolled back into her head and her mouth hung open as she relished feeling every inch of his cocks working her ass and cunt. Sukuna may be a monster, but Gods was he good to her and he was so so good with those cocks. She wanted more, always more. More of him. More of his love. More of his cocks.

She opened her eyes to watch him for a moment before she held his sweaty face in her hands. “I want you to breed me, Ryou,” she said, drunk on his cocks. “Fill me up.”

He let out a feral sounding noise as his hands gripped her tighter. He moved her into a mating press, hands braced about her head and a smirk on her face. “You want me to breed you, huh? You want my cum, huh?”

She nodded and whimpered. He was hitting so deep inside of her she swore she could feel him in her throat. “I do, I do, I do!”

All 4 eyes focused on her from above. His hips picked up speed and soon he was slamming into her. Her cries of pleasure filled the room along with the sounds of her wet cunt devouring him and the slapping of skin. He growled, nails digging into her skin as he pushed the limits of his control. “I’ll breed you alright. I’m going to cum in you and fuck my loads back into you over and over again. You won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

“Do it!” she said, nails digging into his shoulders. 

“I hope you’re ready, precious one,” he smirked. “Because we’re not stopping until there’s not a drop of cum left in my balls.”

She knew it was a promise. And Sukuna never broke his promises to her. And she couldn’t wait. Couldn’t wait to feel herself bloated with his cum. Couldn’t wait to feel him fucking each load back into her. Couldn’t wait to feel it drip out of her cunt, just so full there was no more room. She knew exactly what she was doing. And she had no regrets. He many be a monster, but he was her monster.

[yoificfinder]

Hello!!

I would just like to ask for Royalty au for viktuuri please and thank you! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

every calculation falls silent by @thehobbem [T, 29K]

With an engagement arranged behind his back, Emperor Victor only wishes to have one last day for himself as a free man.

But the last thing he will be is free, once he meets someone who seems to have the exact same plans, and perhaps motivations, for today.

In Fire, In Whispers by @voxofthevoid [M, 12K]

“What do you think he meant by friendly stabbing?” Viktor asks, deceptively casual as he winds a lock of his hair around his finger.

“Sparring, probably.”

“Ah,” Viktor sighs, his disappointment loud and theatrical. “And here I thought he meant the other kind.”

Yuuri feels himself heat to the roots of his hair.

“Not here,” he snaps, hands clenching at his sides.

Viktor’s eyes sharpen, the veneer of pleasantness finally leaving his face.

“My mistake,” he says, his smile thin and icy. “You seem tired, Prince Yuuri. Let me escort you to your bedchambers.”

~

In which Viktor and Yuuri are the princes of warring kingdoms but manage to fall in love anyway.

My Love, We Deserve the Softest Eternity series by @japansace [G to E, 88K]

"A baby," Yakov gripes. "Not even a thousand yet, and he thinks he's in love!"

My Name on Your Lips by @feels-like-fire [E, 108K]

Yuuri Katsuki has been betrothed to the High King's son, Victor, since he was just a child; furthermore, as an omega, he's forbidden from practicing magic in combat. For years, he's been able to put off the former because the Prince was traveling abroad, and gotten around the latter by practicing with his mentor in secret.

Now Victor Nikiforov has finally returned home, and Yuuri is being summoned to the capital for their wedding. He needs a plan to put off marriage long enough to find a way to break the betrothal, while keeping his practicing from being discovered.

If only the Prince didn't have other ideas.

(Or, the swords-and-sorcery arranged marriage AU. Updates weekly.)

On Your Every Word by @stammiviktor [M, 71K]

It starts, as most things do, with an extravagant banquet.

"Dance with me?"

He’s holding out his hand. It’s an offering, an invitation, and a dare all in one.

The onlookers part and a blinding smile graces the dancer’s lips.

“Of course, Your Highness.”

(A Royalty AU, with a twist)

The Phoenix Lives by velvetcadence [E, 5K]

Prince Yuuri has banished yokai from the world. Now home from his travels, he must navigate another adventure: his arranged marriage to Prince Viktor Nikiforov.

But Prince Viktor is hiding a secret, one that may upset the fragile state of their marriage.

Please Leave a Light On When You Go by adjit [T, 19K]

Everyone knows tales of princesses trapped in towers and guarded by evil dragons, but, actually…

Yuuri is here by choice, thank you very much, and Phichit is quite a nice dragon, all things considered. It’s just that the knights who keep trying to rescue him don’t seem to be getting the memo.

And then there’s Sir Nikiforov, just another knight like the rest, except that he’s not. Because after he realizes that Yuuri is not, in fact, in need of rescuing, he drops it. And stranger still, he decides to stay.

the promise i'll make series by lily_winterwood @omgkatsudonplease [M and E, 102K]

When Crown Prince Yuuri of Japan escapes his army of minders at his Saint Petersburg hotel, he thinks he’s found the opportunity to explore the city as a commoner. When investigative journalist Viktor Nikiforov discovers the Crown Prince of Japan on a park bench in Saint Petersburg, he thinks that he’s found his ticket to redemption at the magazine he writes for. But like the stories of those stranded during the White Nights after the bridges go up, neither of them had anticipated falling in love. (Roman Holiday AU)

Roses of May by @cuttlemefishwrites [E, 47K] *WIP

At age five, all children are assessed for talent and beauty in the City of Hasetsu and the other eight cities of the Empire. Every year, five are branded with the mark of a rose before being carded off to the Emperor’s palace where they are trained to become Roses, or sacrifices to be sent every May to the Ice Spirit that lives in the castle at the top of the mountain. Roses never return, except for Katsuki Yuuri, who shocks the Empire when he appears again two years after his departure with a silver crown on his head and a blond baby in his arms, demanding the Emperor step down or face the wrath of his husband, the Ice King. But, not everything is what it seems.

The Dragon Prince and the Winter Swan by @sophia-helix [E, 121K]

Yuuri Stark is a noble son of the north, returning to Winterfell in disgrace after the latest disappointment in his checkered tourney career. He hasn't given up his dream of becoming a knight, but maybe it's time to find himself a new path, settling down at home.

Prince Victor Targaryen is the greatest swordsman in Westeros, but he no longer finds joy in competition. Things are uneasy in King's Landing, where politics are shifting and dangerous, and he seizes the chance to escape north in search of the young man who came so close to beating him in a tourney last year — and was so beguiling at the banquet afterwards.

Together they begin a journey to the great tourney of Harrenhal, with intrigue, honor, friendship and love along the way...and inevitable political conflict ahead.

(A Game of Thrones fusion with 90% less grimdark)

Technically Arranged by @ajwolf84 [E, 78K] *WIP

Yuuri is a tech genius working in Silicon Valley, but he never would have gotten this far if not for the support of the Russian Royal family who offered him a full scholarship to the elite Rostelecom Academy and have been supporting his education ever since. Of course, this help didn’t come for free. He’s now considered a member of the Royal family, which isn’t so bad, other than the inordinate number of weddings he has to attend. There’s also the small stipulation that he is technically a candidate to become the Prince’s consort, but that’ll never happen…

The Tsesarevich Lives by mothedestiel [E, 50K]

An Anastasia AU. Victor is an orphan with no name, no family, and no memory of a time before he was ten years old. Could he really be the missing Nikiforov heir? An adventure across Europe with two conmen will lead him to the answer.

The Vastness of Space by @shysweetthing [E, 17K]

As chief communications officer on board the Interstellar Alliance Fleet’s Star Ship Victory, Yuuri doesn’t have to think about who he actually is on his home planet. He just has to listen to his captain, do his job, and…not fall in love with his best friend, the ship’s science officer, Victor Nikiforov.

Well. Two out of three’s not bad.

Then his mother calls with the worst possible news: She, the Empress of New Nihon, has arranged Yuuri’s marriage.

There’s only one thing Yuuri can do: Fake a boyfriend, and fake one fast. Who better/worse to play that role than the friend he wishes was more? What can go wrong? It’s not like Yuuri can fall more in love...

With Two Hands by whatsup_buttercup [E, 28K]

“Do you think he’ll let you get a picture with him?” Phichit’s voice comes through distorted by the long chain of communications systems and the great distance between them.

“I imagine some official photos might be taken,” Yuuri offers.

“You should try to work ‘I became a translator because of you!’ into conversation. You know, casually.”

Yuuri takes a large sip from his mug of tea, refusing to be baited. “We’ll see.”

Yuuri Enchanted by the__magpie / @wecalleverythinglove [T, 58K]

At birth, Yuuri Katsuki was given the gift of obedience, although he quickly learns as he grows up that it is a curse. He has to obey any command given to him, even if it puts him or others in danger. Too afraid to face the terrifying outside world, Yuuri stays in his home town of Hasetsu, until a chance encounter with Prince Victor urges him to venture outside of his safe bubble. Determined to break his curse, Yuuri begins on an adventure involving fairies, ogres, true love, and courage he never knew he had.

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Other people's rec:

Equivalent Exchange by writingfromtheshadows

The Nature of Things by Zombubble

Thanks for the rec, @tanouska, @kittygoeswoof90! 💙

[cerealboxlore]

21!

WIP #21: A Day In Your Shoes

"Okay okay, slow down dude, let's be honest, for real here." Flash raised his hand to the conversation, trying not to spit out any of the food in his mouth while laughing. He wasn't very successful. "In what world is someone named Mr. Banjo, a threat? I just can't take that seriously, I'm not sorry!"

Captain Marvel raised an eyebrow at the speedster. He pretended to scoff at the remark. "Hey now, I don't poke fun at any of your rogues, now do I? I know plenty of rogues have silly names but they can be very dangerous." A true statement from the Big Red Cheese. Plenty of League members had fought many rogues with interesting names and a varying array of power sets, so sometimes written reports would seem more odd and fictional rather than real, despite their truth.

Billy still couldn't believe there was a rogue named Condiment King! Condiment. King. In Gotham of all places. And people think Fawcett is weird. He's tempted to do a segment on this during his next radio show segment at WHIZ Radio. He's been itching to make an episode with his friend Whitey from the studio, and this seems right up his alley. He wants to run a script through his head but is interrupted by another voice.

"Oh yeah, I totally don't want to get in the way of Mr. Banjo playing Rainbow Connection at me." Green Lantern chimed in, arriving late to the scene but coming prepared to join the fun.

Barry smirked with a wide grin, and Captain Marvel resisted the urge to insult his rogues in return. He had better things to do than contribute to petty conversations about who has the worst (better?) rogues.

"Actually the banjo is a cursed magical artifact from the Rock of Eternity itself. Surprisingly, it's sentient, so it connects to the host of whoever holds it and-"

"And there it is! The magical oddity of Fawcett City. Everything is just so whimsical there, isn't it? I mean, I know you have your fair share of serious rogues, Cap, but let's not joke around here, I'd love to fight some of your rogues for a day instead of mine. It'd be a nice break." Other heroes in the break room chimed in, adding their own lines of agreement and sharing their exhaustion stories of fighting their rogues. Meanwhile, Captain Marvel crossed his arms, thinking of an idea that gave him a mischievous smile.

"Oh? Is that so? If you think you can last a day in my city, I'd dare you to try."

[jtl-fics]

New Kings, please

10/23/24 WIP Wednesday (Closed) | New Kings AU

Kevin smiles at her, a lifetime of practice under his wings, “It’s good to see you too Kathy. It does feel like it has been an eternity since we last saw one another. The only real challenge in being here was getting this one up.” Kevin jostles Seth in a friendly way that the senior returns with a smile that is charming enough for the camera to fall in love with him.

“Not all of us are built like you Day.” Seth says.

“Obviously,” Kevin says with a confidence that shows his comfort with the people he’s with, “But Neil woke up just fine and he’s both of our junior.”

“No one is built like Josten. You’re up with the sun every morning.” Seth adds.

[sidekick-hero]

💫 Sandy, she/her, 30s, Europe 💫

writing tag ✍️ My AO3

🌈 Multichapter Fics 🌈

Suitcase of Memories (55k | explicit | co-written with @legitcookie)

Boy meets boy. Boy meets boy again. And again, so they decided to go on a date about it. But as they grow closer, Steve's insecurities threaten to pull them apart before they can even begin. Will fate intervene?

I wore his jacket for the longest time (58k | explicit | co-written with @legitcookie | Sequel to we pass the ghosts that haunt us later) 

Steve has made some bad choices in the past, choices that have cost him his marriage, and even worse than that, Eddie. The man he didn't realize he was in love with until it was too late. Now Steve must pick up the pieces of his life and figure out how to become the man he wants to be.

It's a story about love lost and love found, about the importance of friendship and family, and most of all, about second chances and how it's never too late to change.

I'll keep you like an oath (may nothing but death do us part) (20k | mature)

When Steve's grandmother dies, he finds out that he can only get his inheritance - half a million dollars - if he marries someone. It's her way of forcing Steve to live a heterosexual life. Sucks for her that gay marriage has been legalized since she wrote her will. Sucks for Steve that he doesn't have a man or woman in his life to marry.

Cue Eddie Munson, roommate and best friend of Robin's girlfriend Chrissy and the guy Steve has had a crush on for years. What could possibly go wrong?

I’m tired of asking to settle the debt (18k | explicit)

5 times Eddie warms Steve's hands and that one time Steve returns the favor.

Or: What if Steve and Eddie had met before the events of season 4? What if they kept bumping into each other because it was meant to be?

hold me close (I’m shaking apart) (WIP (2/3) | 15k | explicit)

It all came down to one simple truth: Steve Harrington was not at all what Eddie expected him to be, and it was confusing him to no end.

Or: Steve asks Eddie if he wants to experiment. Eddie wants so much more, but he takes what he can get and tries to not let it break his heart.

Dear Future Self (14.5k | explicit | pwp)

After the events of March '86, Eddie pines for his new friend, the former king of Hawkins High. Too scared to make a move, he has resigned himself to a life as Steve's friend and nothing more. That is, until one hot summer day, a naked guy appears out of nowhere in Steve's bedroom.

The naked guy is him from the future, and he says he's here to help Eddie pull his head out of his ass. It turns out that he and Steve are a happy couple in the future.

And as if that wasn't enough, he also offers to teach Eddie how to properly fulfill Stevie's needs. Sexy shenanigans ensue.

tangled with what I never said (4.1k | mature | angst with a happy ending)

And they were roomates.

🌈 Series 🌈

Modern AU - Teacher Steve and Musician Eddie (11k in 5 parts | rated T to explicit)

Just some snippets from the life of Teacher Steve Harrington and Wedding Band Singer turned Rockstar Eddie Munson.

Runner Steve Verse (14k in 2 parts | explicit)

Steve starts running to get out of his head. He finds that maybe he's been running towards something (or someone) all along.

🌈 One-Shots 10k+ 🌈

to the rhythm of eternity (18k | explicit)

The last two years Steve and Eddie have been doing the long distance thing when Steve visits Eddie in London for Christmas and falls in love with the city as well.

Emotional Motion Sickness (16.5k | explicit)

Steve's first night at a gay bar turns into something he never expected. He accidentally stumbles into a theme night - Kink Night - and discovers something new about himself.

🌈 One-Shots 5-10k 🌈

Would you fall for me? (8.8k | explicit | Porn with plot)

One-sided enemies to lovers au inspired by that cake scene in red, white and royal blue.

I'm down on my knees (I wanna take you there) (8.5k | explicit | Porn with feelings)

"I liked... how it felt when you held me by the throat. Just. Feeling your hands, knowing that I could let go and you'd got me. I felt, I dunno, safe? That's what I liked about it, I think."

Sequel to Emotional Motion Sickness.

Will you cleanse me with pleasure? (8.4k | explicit | PWP with tentacle love making)

Steve thinks it’s safe to say that he knows everything important about Eddie when they finally decide to move in together.

Everything, it turns out, except that Eddie sneaks out of the house in the middle of the night at least once a week.

he's all that I've got (don’t take that sinner from me) (8k | explicit | open but hinted at happy ending)

Eddie is on the run after still being blamed for the murders in Hawkins, but he can't run away from Steve.

Part 2: take you with me (mature | 2.1k)

The way you touch, the way you taste (7.1k | explicit | PWP)

Gareth, Jeff and Freak hire Steve to take Eddie's virginity on his birthday. Eddie takes Steve's heart in the process. Entry for the sub Eddie week.

You know I'm a show off (I would let you get some) (6.4k | explicit | PWP)

Eddie's neighbor is the hottest man in existence, so when he finds him washing his car in the shortest shorts known to man he can't stay away.

Love from the other side (6.2k | mature)

Steve works in the emergency room, where he has lost several patients with gaping wounds on their necks, the blood drained from their bodies. It's only because of Eddie, who is a vampire himself, that Steve doesn't end up like them, but what will he do when it's Eddie who needs help?

Part 2: sink you teeth

we were meant to be (we live happily in my fantasy) (5.6k | explicit | PWP)

Eddie is a Big-Shot-Rockstar and Steve is the escort he hired to get people off his back. Too bad he fell in love with him.

When I open my eyes to the future I can hear you say my name (5k | explicit | PWP)

Even after almost a decade together you can still discover new kinks.

Will the man become the monster, or the monster become man? (5k | explicit | PWP)

Beauty and the Beast AU with a twist: What if, once a month, the prince turns back into the beast?

🌈 One-Shots 1k-5k 🌈

I’ve got to get you out of my mind (and back into my arms) (4.7k | explicit | PWP)

Every once in a while, Steve and Eddie like to spice up their sex life and go out to play.

Lay all your love on me (4.6k | explicit | porn with feelings)

Steve feels lonely on Valentine's Day '87 and a certain metalhead sets out to change that.

wear me like a locket around your throat (4.5k | explicit | PWP co-written with @yournowheregirl)

It doesn't really matter why, the fact remains that Eddie is making Steve a little bit feral, and the animal part of his brain demanded that he do something about it.

And that's why he bought Eddie a fucking collar, of all things.

tell me it's love, tell me it's real (4k | explicit | PWP co-written with @yournowheregirl)

The infamous piano scene from Pretty Woman (1990).

Carry You (4k | teen)

Written for @steddielovemonth, prompt: Love is letting someone take care of you.

Eddie is living the rockstar life, but it comes with a prize. When he reaches a point where he can't go on like that, will he finally let Steve carry him?

Part 2: Dear Steve (teen | 2.3k)

we tangle endlessly like lovers entwined (3.4k | explicit | Porn with feelings)

It's canon Steve likes to hold hands during sex.

Safe Haven (3.2k | teen)

Eddie finds a hurt wolf in the woods and takes him home. He has no idea that there is more to this particular wolf than it seems.

Part 2: Eat you alive (wc: 1.8k | mature)

Drowning In You (3.2k | teen | co-written with @legitcookie)

Steve and Eddie spend some time swimming at the quarry. At night. In just their underwear. As you do.

on the tip of my tongue, on top of my thighs (2.8k | explicit | PWP)

Eddie may be a little obsessed with Steve's chest. Okay, drop the a little.

The road to hell (2.8k | mature | demon!Steve crack fic)

Based on the prompt: It’s a bit awkward that you managed to actually summon a demon; almost as awkward as that demon being your ex spouse.

He was sweet like honey (2.7k | explicit | PWP)

Steve loves mint chocolate chip ice cream. Eddie loathes it. But Steve has an idea how he can change Eddie's mind.

will you take me home (2.7k | teen)

Robin wants to adopt a cat, so why does Steve end up with one, too?

Rooting for you (2.6k | explicit)

Steve screwed up, no way around it. Fucked up big time.

In his defense, he didn't know that Eddie was in love with him. How could he have known? For all intents and purposes, they were just two horny guys hooking up.

safe & sound (2.5k | teen)

What happens when Steve meets Eddie Munson, who has just failed his senior year for the first time, during one of his nightly drives?

are you still mine? (2.4k | teen)

"He kissed me," Steve blurts out, and to Robin's credit, she doesn't react except for her hand on his to twitch in surprise. She makes a questioning sound in her throat, clearly waiting for more.

So much (for) Stardust (2.3k | teen)

A scene from an upcoming fic Pickup Note with @thefreakandthehair and art by @firefly-party. Steve can't sleep and Eddie takes him stargazing.

the past, the future, through death my arms are open (2.1k | mature)

second part to are you still mine? where Steve remembers another moment from their shared past where Eddie has been there for him even when he didn't ask for it

will you find me in the stars (2.1k | mature)

In every life, in every universe, they will find each other again. What’s a lifetime if you measure it in eternity?

true colors (2.1k | explicit)

Eddie's heart is beating for Steve but it takes Steve a bit to understand what it is saying.

Slaying Dragons (2.1k | gen)

Eddie was six years old when he first met Steve, not that he would remember it until much, much later.

Blinded by you (2.1k | teen)

The one in which Eddie is a hot mess but Paramedic Steve doesn't mind.

Crutch (2k | mature)

Steve loves Eddie, he really, really does. He just can’t say it.

Louder (2k | explicit | PWP)

While laying in bed, the two of them can't help but overhear their upstairs neighbors going at it rather loudly. Eddie turns to Steve after a while, and asks, You wanna fuck louder than them to establish dominance?

(I just) died in your arms (1.9k | teen | co-written with @legitcookie and @yournowheregirl)

"Hey, Steve, hi. You're probably wondering what I'm doing here." Eddie smiles nervously. When Steve just blinks at him, he takes that as a cue to continue.

"Funny story, actually," He laughs. The lack of sleep must be kicking in, which always makes him feel a little drunk and giddy. "There's this really annoying pipe in my room that's slowly driving me crazy, and I really, really, really need to get some sleep, man. I might even start crying if I don't get some soon. So, I was wondering... Could I crash in here?"

Someone New (1.7k | teen)

After Vecna, Eddie thinks he lost something vital, the one thing that made him Eddie. Steve teaches him that that's not true.

Butterfly Effect (1.5k | mature)

Eddie Munson is bad at feelings, but Steve makes him talk about them anyway, at least in metaphors.

Your scent (it clings to every blanket, sheet and pillowcase) (1.5k | mature)

Life after March '86 is very different from life before. For one thing, he never almost died before. Nor did he ever have anyone accuse him of murder, never mind murders, as in plural.

But then again, he didn't have Steve Harrington before either.

Until I found you (1.5k | mature)

Steve reminds Eddie that you can't buy happiness, you find it in each other.

You got a fast car (1.4k | teen)

"If we leave now, we can be in Indiana before midnight," Steve hears himself say, the decision already made, because the alternative is blood and pain and sorrow.

something about us (1.4k | teen)

What starts out as one of the worst nights of his college life turns into something else when Steve meets Eddie while being banned from his dorm room in the middle of the night thanks to some asshole setting off the fire alarm.

when we were made it was no accident (1.2k | teen)

Steve and Eddie just started dating, it's all new, it's all fragile and most of all, it's still a secret. So when they have a soundcheck coming up, they can't both be late because they can't make themselves to leave the bed, can't they? (part of @thefreakandthehair and @firefly-party and mine project pickup note)

we can be heroes (1.2k | gen)

Love makes Steve brave. And Steve loves fast and hard.

Once those two things become a certainty in Eddie's mind, other things fall into place.

When it rains and shines (1.2k | teen)

written for the stwg daily prompt kiss in the rain

only soul I ever saved (1.1k | explicit)

With Steve, Eddie can be soft. Obediant and sweet. With Steve, Eddie can be a good boy.

hate to be lame (1.1k | mature)

Eddie and Steve are spies working for competing agencies. They make it work.

Somehow, I just want you more (1k | teen)

When Chrissy sets Eddie up for a blind date he did not expect to find a ghost from his past waiting for him.

🌈 Drabbles (<1k) 🌈

I want you to want me (921 | teen)

let the impulse to love and the instinct to kill entangle to one (918 | teen)

Connoisseur of Comfort (652 | gen)

Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire (548 | explicit)

Show them (Baby I'm yours)  (534 | explicit)

Sugar, I got a taste for you now (480 | explicit)

Okay, so I'm the dragon. Big deal. (442 | gen)

always on the tip of my tongue (387 | teen)

Deflated. Devoured. Defiled. (311 | explicit)

hole-in-the-wall (404 | gen)

love bites (404 | mature)

mine (404 | explicit)

Ahoy Sailor! (404 | mature)

My arms belong around you (509 | mature)

Like real people do (846 | gen)

that ultra-kind of love (you never walk away from) (509 | teen)

Let Go (509 | explicit)

Anything for love (790 | teen)

moonlit bonding (388 | teen)

blow my candle (290 | explicit)

Strangers Passing (380 | teen)

Sir Lancelot (482 | teen)

On top of the world (616 | teen)

Along for the ride (510 | teen)

[magic-is-something-we-create]

Writeblr Re(rere)intro that's a year late!

Hi! I'm Pax, and I write Big Books that keep getting darker and darker in subject matter 🎉🎉

Basics about me:

he/him or they/them, Mid 20s

Favorite genres: Fantasy, SciFi, Horror, Mystery

Favorite authors: N. K. Jemisin, Tamsyn Muir, Brandon Sanderson, Pierce Brown, Samantha Shannon

Other things I do: Digital art (including commissions!), Twitch streams (usually art or writing sprints, occasionally video games), digital art assets and fonts (PWYW on Ko-Fi!)

Basics about my WIPs:

THE MILLENNIUM SAGA

High fantasy/Steampunk epic, 8 books planned. Book one: Firebreathers (160k words; ~700 pages) Book two: Echoseers (148k words; ~600 pages) Book three: Goddess-Touched (15k as of posting; 3rd attempt at drafting) First person, Multi POV What starts as a simple rebellion against their local Citylord becomes a flight - and fight - for their lives, as Ember Timber, their family, and their newfound friends are forced to flee overseas from the vengeful general who will stop at nothing to earn her Eternal King's favor, and will in fact relish hunting her own son and grandchildren for sport. But along the way, the crew learns that the Eternal King's immortality was not granted in return for his success as the Chosen One long ago, as they have always been told - and the sacrifice for such a thing is not only paid dearly in blood, but on its way to being repeated.

WHISPERS

Dark fantasy Noir. Currently with beta readers. 172k words; ~750 pages. First person, Dual POV. Set in the same world as Millennium Saga, ~5 years after the series concludes. Marika Swiftfoot owes her life to the Shadow of Fowden, the sorceress leader of a terroristic crime syndicate based in the north pole. When the man she once loved finally comes to collect on that life debt ten years later, she plans to kill him the moment it's safe. Too soon, after all, and everyone else she's ever loved will join him beyond the Veil. But hate isn't the only feeling that lingers between them, and when they're offered another way out of their debts, the lives of a few innocents looks like a bargain compared to the life of cruelty ahead of them. Lorelei has been hunting the Shadow for twenty years, and looking for the sister who disappeared for thirty. And here, names are legacies: she wants to earn Hopebringer before her legs give out for good, to erase the stain her father's name has left with Vowbreaker. And for that, she sees one way forward: she must never break her vows, no matter how small. The Shadow must die, and the Whispers with her. Her sister must be found, even if all that's left to find is a story. She must find answers for every case she takes on, even if she doesn't know so much as the name of the man who's gone missing.

THE LOST

Space opera webcomic. First scene fully illustrated; will release once the first chapter is complete, a week after Patrons receive the final scene. In the far reaches of space, the term "Media Empire" is quite literal; the Watchers have extended their influence throughout their galaxy filament with the help of their beloved Coliseum, and the Champion therein. After all, having a shapeshifter capable of replicating anything leads to some gruesome, spectacular fights, made all the more heartrending when they are the last of their kind, trapped in the ship molded from their kin's corpse. But while the Watchers have total control over what happens in the pit, they cannot predict the audience. And they certainly cannot predict the malfunctioning psychic implant of an assassin in the front row, and the loss of both opponents and a long-time prisoner of war to the escape.

I also post art of all of these semi-regularly, including in-progress stuff, as well as excerpts and rambling braindumps!! I'm also a huge worldbuilding nerd, so if you ever want to learn more about the worlds I'm writing, don't be afraid to ask!! I love talking about them :D

Boosts are appreciated <3 tell me about your own WIPs in the tags/replies/wherever!! I love learning about what people are working on!

[alice-after-dark]

The Red King and the Unicorn - Legends and Lore

Heavily inspired by The Last Unicorn, Howl's Moving Castle, and Beauty and the Beast.

Sorry it's been a while since I updated one of my AUs! Been busy with my current wip. Hope you guys enjoy!

They say the Red King is a fearsome thing, a being known across the land for his powerful magic and cruelty. Clothed completely in the color of blood and with the rotted antlers of a deer, they say he crawled from the depths of the abyss, a foul evil creature made of darkness and screams.

They say when the moon rises high and full he will hunt, devouring the souls of those unlucky enough to enter his path. Parents warn their children to never venture into the forest at night, for if they did the Red King will catch them and eat them bones and all. Or perhaps he will curse you with his terrible magic and leave you to suffer for all eternity. Those who live to tell the tale are often driven mad by the encounter, too frightened to even describe what they saw. They say he can change form, taking on the shape of whatever you fear most.

They say Red King lives in a castle made of dark stone. It sits high on a cliff's edge, its tall twisted towers overlooking the sea. Those who pass through its doors never return, eaten soul and all by sharp teeth meant to rend flesh from bone.

"Niffty, dear, hand me the salt, please?...thank you."

That's what they say.

Vox watches from his place on the couch, still wrapped in the throw blanket someone had laid across him, as this creature of darkness fusses about the small kitchen. He's making some kind of stew and it smells incredible. Niffty flutters around him, fetching ingredients and chattering happily. The Red King nods along as she babbles before finally interrupting her to request she fetch everyone for dinner.

The goblin woman nods eagerly and waves at Vox. "Pretty horse! Dinner is ready!" She skips away then, presumably to find Husk. Vox jumps when he suddenly finds the abyssal being beside him.

"Do you need assistance getting to the table?" The Red King asks. "It's my understanding you were having some difficulty this morning."

Vox blushes, remembering how he's nearly fallen down the stairs, and nods. He takes the hand offered to him with hesitation and he is instantly reminded of the night he was taken away from the carnival. He'd offered him his hand then too.

He can feel their bond through the contact and the unicorn stands on shaky legs, but the Red King holds him firm. "One step at a time, dear." He places his other hand on Vox's lower back to hold him steady. Vox nods and does as instructed, hobbling ungracefully over to the table. "You'll get better with practice," the king says, helping him into a chair. "It took Husker some time to learn how to walk on two legs as well. You'll adapt."

"Um...thank you," Vox says, voice barely above a whisper. It still feels strange to speak again, after being forcibly silenced for so long. The Red King places a bowl of stew in front of him and waves a hand.

"Eat. You're far too thin as it is. I'm sure the others won't mind if you start without them."

"O-okay."

It only takes him a couple tries to get a good grip on the...well, he doesn't know what this one is called, but there's no fork so Vox assumes this is what he is meant to be using for the meal. He's not quite sure he's doing it right, but his hold is firm enough that he's satisfied. His first try makes him realize the tool is upside-down and after a quick correction, his second attempt is much more successful, if not a little clumsy. Still, the food makes it into his mouth and he smiles.

"This is...really good." He takes another bite. He only gets silence in response and when he looks up, the Red King is watching him. He's still smiling, but there's something about his eyes that makes Vox feel like he's actually frowning. "Is...something wrong?" His heart begins to slam in his chest. Something unpleasant tingles through their bond.

To his shock, the Red King almost seems embarrassed at having been caught and he looks away abruptly. "Nothing is...technically wrong, no. I suppose I just...I usually add much more flavor to my cooking, but I toned it down some because I wasn't sure if it would be too much for you so soon. What have they been feeding you that has destroyed your palette so?"

Vox isn't sure he entirely understands. The food seems incredibly rich to him. But the being's last question has him sinking low in his chair. "Hay, mostly. Sometimes scraps of raw vegetables." He eyes the remnants still on the counter with disdain. The Red King follows his gaze and his eyes go sharp.

"Their prized catch, fed like a common mule? If you weren't immortal, you would have starved. It's no wonder you were so weak when we found you."

"Um...how did you find me? I've been trapped there for years and never once has anyone tried to rescue me."

The king waves his hand at the bowl. "Keep eating while we talk. Truth be told, we weren't looking for you. It was a rather happy accident that we stumbled across your imprisonment. We had thought everything at the show would be fake. Imagine our surprise to find the genuine article locked up in a tiny cage."

Vox curls in on himself a little as he takes another bite, the warm stew sharply contrasting the memory of the cold cramped space that had been his home for years. "I...thank you...for rescuing me anyways."

"Now, none of that. We've already made our bargain. No further sentiments are necessary."

Vox opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the arrival of Husk and Niffty.

"Fuckin' mandrakes," Husk hisses as he stomps into the main room. His fur is matted with dirt. "Al, you mind?"

Al?

The Red King points in Husk's direction and a small whirlwind kicks up around him, gathering the dirt from his fur and carrying it back the way Husk had come. Husk's fur puffs up in a fashion that looks so ridiculous, Vox has to hide a snort behind his hand.

Husk grumbles. "Ha ha, very funny."

"I like to think I am," the king replies, chuckling as the manticore smooths down is fur.

"I'm funny, but looks aren't everything!" Niffty giggled. Vox doesn't understand the joke, but whatever it is, Husk and the Red King don't seem to enjoy it as they share a disapproving look between the two of them.

The king steeples his finger together. "Niffty, darling, what have I said about self-deprecation?"

"That I shouldn't do it, but it's fine. I know I'm ugly. Daddy used to tell me so all the time." The tiny woman has already helped herself to a bowl and is settling into her seat beside Vox.

"And what have I said about your father?"

"That he tasted like shit!"

Husk chokes on a laugh, the king sighs low, and Vox nearly drops his...stew eating tool.

Tasted?!

The Red King clears his throat. "Well, yes, but also I believe I have told you that he is, in fact, a wretched imbecile who couldn't tell his arse from his elbow. Why would you trust the word of a man with so few brain cells? You're a lovely woman and I won't hear otherwise."

Niffty giggles and digs into her stew happily. Husk starts talking to the king about the state of the garden, everyone seemingly oblivious to the dumbfounded unicorn at the end of the table.

TASTED?!

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Husk being in charge of the garden was inspired by @hiemaldesirae's comments on a Hazbin poll about who would have a succulent garden.

[kit-williams]

Masterlist

Hi decided to actually make a masterlist because it's probably for the best.

Things to know: I will write from a mainly female pov/perspective and it will for the most part be monogamous hetro relationships (in the terms of genitals) I won't do fxf or mxm or trans because that's not how I grew up and I'm god awful at writing homosexual sex (genderbend I can do) Another no: Adultry/cheating/spouse(or partner) thievery

Asks are open

Come buy me a coffee

Number of asks waiting to be answered: 15

My Ao3 (I havent updated a story on there since like 2016 I'm scared to even let ya'll see it but I might post the AU on there)

So I mainly write Halo, Runescape, and Warhammer 40k but here I've only been posting my Warhammer 40k and D&D au

So expect a lot of polls because it helps focus my ADHD ass

Also Fanart is ALWAYS allowed! Just Tag me!

PLACE WHERE YOU CAN ASK TO BE PUT ON TAG LIST

Poll Storage Pheromone Spray poll part 1 First kiss part 2 Pheromone Spray part 2 Husbandry lewdness poll First Kiss part 3 How to tag the lewd poll probably going with carnal bond Should momrad include skin tone WIP poll Help momrad focus on what to write Ones ready to be typed Adhd helper poll

WIPs

Warhammer 40k

The D&D AU

The Yandere Black Templar and Flesh Tearer

The Yandere Space Marine Masterlist

Story Vault until I know where to put these stories/how to categorize them

The boys and their darlings

This is not Canon mini masterlist

Primarchs masterlist

Pheromone Spray 1 2

Bonus Zul Spray

Song Inspiration

First Kiss 1 2 3

Typhus fleas 1 2

Baseline hitting on the darlings

Varial the insatiable

Lamenters devouring

Raven in the belfry

Child in the Eyrie

First Words Can Damn You

The black rut

Lucius the Eternal plus art

Warhammer Fantasy

Dangerous Druchii pending

Warhammer 40k & COD

The COD Integration mini-masterlist

Demon Prince/Bloodthirster Graves

The 40k au

How does Horangi spend the thrones? Horangi focused

Lieblings König focused

Spirit Halloween Ghost focused

Hey Kiddo Price focused

Where do babies come from reply

Hail to the King Black Templar König

Everyone is space elves

COD

The mud pit cope fic

Hot Chocolate cope fic König focused

Missing the Bairn cope fic Soap focused

Zombie cope fic Ghost focused

He scares me Nikto focused happens before the Soap one

It's a wonderful life CODHoliday2023 fic angst-comfort Ghost

Age hcs/boys ages

Random romantic thing I wrote

Tanz mit mir Regency Au songfic

Halo

Most of it is on my Ao3

Random

The eventual bringing over that one non con I wrote pending

I have to edit it

The #I wrote something for my tumblr can help too

Sentience base off of lancer but I really just like the Balor

Baby fluff

barn anon/Tales from the Barn/Space Marine Husbandry Sentience

I will rename this when I can sit and think of better titles for them

Space Marine Husbandry Sentience Plot Beats

Space Marine Husbandry Sentience Mini Master List

51 more Space Marine Husbandry Sentience & Tales from the Barn

Hey Look another Space Marine Husbandry Mini Masterlist

Golden Apotheosis

Birthdays

avoiding bonds and eye contact

Favorite Wretch

Dischorus and Caracuss

Sentience Lore: Warp Fuckery

Weight of the Worlds

Insanity seems to follow...

Party

Anrir Husbandry

Reverse Husbandry AU

Reverse Husbandry Gabriel

Reverse Husbandry Headcanon

Reverse Husbandry Emperor

Sanguinius and Glitter

Gabriel and his sick human

Human Husbandry?

Primarchs in the reverse world

Gaius flees

Judgement from the Lord of Iron

Seeing things

Funny stuff/Fan art

Ovaries Stolen meme

Fan art by bispecsual

Blood Angel Gabriel meme

ZUL by moodymisty

Angron Post Surgery expression

Fan art by c-u-c-koo anon of Plague Witch

Apollo and Dodgeball

Plague Witch part 2 by c-u-c-koo anon

Apollo by greenarsonist

Aurora by greenarsonist

Marine Meat Monday Zul by moodymisty

Fluffuary

Fluffuary master list

Fluffuary rules

MerMay

Story list

[judasofsuburbia]

wip wednesday (rwrb version)

tagged by the loveliest: @blueeyedgrlwrites @priincebutt @onthewaytosomewhere <33

this is from a sequel to to the ends of the earth, would you follow me?which is my hades!henry and persephone!alex au. hope you enjoy!!

“I hear congratulations are in order. You seem to be engaged to be married,” Zeus declares loudly. The party’s whispering gets louder, a mix of shocked gasps and bewilderment. Henry’s right hand reflexively reaches to touch his ring on his left, covering it, protecting it from scrutiny. It’s the one thing that makes him smile daily even during the six month hiatus from his beloved. The promise that when winter rolls around, Alex will be made his king and together they will rule the underworld, saving souls for the rest of eternity.  “Yes,” Henry answers loudly to talk over the immaturity. “I don’t see what this has to do with you.” A bad choice, Henry knows that immediately by the way the air in the room shifts to thick and tense. Zeus seems surprised by his boldness (and honestly, Henry is too) but if there’s one thing Henry will always defend, it’s Alex. 

tagging with no pressure and utmost love:

@seths-rogens @thinkof-england @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @tinyarmedtrex @anincompletelist

@caterpills @thesleepyskipper @aforgottennymph @softboynick

@incalamity @henfox @thighzp @suseagull04 @firenati0n <33

[muddshadow]

WORKS BY OTHERS;

TITLE: To Forget A Prince

AUTHOR: @muddshadow

ABOUT;

Ancients aren’t known for their forgiveness, and after a century of imprisonment behind the frozen moors, the Shade wakes with a bone-deep hunger. Kon hopes to prove himself in battle against the Shade’s army, but escalating political tension creates a war he didn’t expect. None of it bothers Yulei, who is more interested in finding her missing mentor than survival. And although Nara is concerned with survival above all else, he finds the path to protection stained in blood and shrouded by secrets. Secrets that lead all three underground into a long forgotten place, toward a longer forgotten vengeance.   

[timesthatneverwere]

WIP Whenever!

Tagged by @flamemittens and @judithmactir! Thank you so much for the tag, and apologies for the usual delay!

This is an excerpt from the chapter I'm working on for An Imperial Affair, my most beloved WIP (and the only one I'm working on at the moment). It's still a draft though, so it might change overtime... It might never see the light of day even xD

“A rabid dog may have its uses, but nobody wants its company. Not even the Emperor wants you around, staining his image, poisoning everything you touch. First, he sent you away, to pacify the Western Reaches. Then, he promoted you. Grand Moff of Oversector Outer,” he scoffs, “A very fancy title for a forced transfer away from the seat of the Empire. King of nowhere. You are not blind, Tarkin, you know that this is banishment in all but name. No matter the power you amass, you are and will always be a pariah.” Tarkin was wondering when the consequences of Antar Atrocity would come up; how he had to be hidden away like an outcast in the Outer Rim, lest the Core Worlds raise a ruckus. If he weren’t so exhausted, Tarkin would have had a good laugh at the expense of his fixation with that event and overall shortsightedness. Antar meant nothing, and its aftermath, less than nothing. Under the semblance of a move to keep face after such a ruthless operation, while everyone assumed that Tarkin was being cast aside, he was, in fact, conveniently relocated where he was most needed. “Is this supposed to be devastating? An eye-opening experience before you put me out of my misery?” As clumsy as this attempt at getting under his skin might be, his words contain a modicum of truth - exaggerated and twisted to accommodate his worldview, but truth nonetheless. Not that he minds. He cares only that he is feared. “No, I wouldn’t expect that. You will never change,” he replies, drawing his blade, but not approaching him just yet, “I have been following your exploits; how you have strengthened the Outer Rim Imperial Fleet, how you deal with the key economic players of this oversector as though they were your vassals, and the power-grabbing policies you have implemented. The Emperor lets you live out your little warlord fantasy, and you think that you are irreplaceable, that he has plans for you. But you would have never outlived your usefulness.” “Perhaps,” Tarkin says, unfazed. Let him try and bring forward the inevitable, then. Tarkin is not afraid of fate.

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