#Oh! And lost a hand to said fiances father

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Personally, I think it would be funny. Vote Brant for the bit if nothing else.

I am going to take the results of the Keeper Sexyman tournament very personally and I want all of you to remember that when you vote

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Taste ࿐ྂ Kinktober. 03, oct.

— pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fiancée!reader

— type: smut, Kinktober (Criminal Minds Edition)

— kink: lactation

— summary: Hotch never felt horny seeing a woman breastfeeding. Until he watched his fiancée doing it.

— word count: 2.9k

— tags/warnings: kinktober 3rd day, female!reader, fiance!Hotch, lactation kink, breastfeeding, breast worship, fingering, light overstimulation, mention of Haley's death, Jack has a little sister, canon divergence. no use of y/n. english is not my first language.

— tagging list: @thatredlipped-classic @magnoliatrees-world @ehedrick012110 @hotchsmutrecs @slutcakes00 @emma-e-a

— crossposting: AO3

Hotch swore to himself that he wouldn't get involved with anyone else after Haley's death. He promised for Jack's sake and his ex-wife's memory, he would try his best to stay away from any woman who could mean more to him than just a few nights of sex or random drinks at a bar. He swore he wouldn't love anyone again, much less allow himself to remarry.

That's until you came into his life.

The damn day he saw you at the hospital after one of his teammates was grazed by a bullet. You were working your shift as a nurse and seemed almost shocked by the number of BAU agents in just one room. But your eyes didn't take long to focus on him. Eye contact only lasted a few seconds until Reid interrupted the magical moment by asking you about the coffee machine not working properly.

Hotch looked straight into your eyes long enough to realize he was fucked up and all his promises were going to go down the drain.

It didn't take long until the simple memory to invade Hotch's mind frequently and he was convinced to find out more about you, profiling you. Prentiss and Reid said he was starting to obsess, JJ thought it was cute, and Garcia and Morgan made fun of him like he was womanizer. Deep down, everyone was also excited but wary by the idea of Hotch being interested in another woman after Haley's murder. This could be good for him and also traumatize him even more.

When Hotch started visiting a pub that you and your co-workers went to often after work, he tried to maintain an indifferent attitude every time he saw you, trying to convince himself that you two would just flirt and maybe fuck. Nothing more than that, something random and insignificant.

However, during a day when he was reflecting on his life, sitting at one of the empty tables and drinking whiskey, Hotch was surprised to see you sit down with him, without even being invited. A sweet smile on your face as you began to strike up a conversation, even though he was clearly perplexed by the fact that you had already noticed his interest in you — no matter how obvious it was to anyone who saw him always watching you.

Two years later, Hotch still had difficulty admitting how much he loved you, feeling like it could be a weakness to him and a danger to Jack, you and his new child. The baby named after the protagonist of The Silence of the Lambs.

"Jack told me that Clarice was crying a lot today..." He said as soon as he came your room after putting Jack to bed, admiring you sitting on the double bed with some pillows behind your back, cradling the little thing in your hands while you breastfed her at the same time.

"Oh, it was just colic." You gave him a soft smile. "But she's better for now. Jack's such a good big brother to Clarice, he helps me a lot to take care of her."

Hotch smiled slightly, knowing how much his oldest son was enjoying having a little sister. Jack was such a sweet boy that sometimes he found himself wondering if he really deserved to be his father.

Jack was an incredible son with an incredible mother. And now Hotch also had an amazing little daughter and an amazing fiancée. With each passing day, insecurities and fears hit his mind hard to the point that he even became lost in thoughts during his own work at the BAU. "What's wrong, Hotch?"

Your question caught him off guard and he clenched his jaw. You could still read him as well as the first time you spoke to him in the pub. "Nothing's wrong."

You rolled your eyes, cradling Clarice a little more slowly now that she seemed to be starting to sleep. "Oh, please. I know you very well at that. It's pretty clear from your frown that you're worried about something." You teased him and it was his turn to roll his eyes. "Just tell me. Keeping everything to yourself will make you explode someday."

Hotch huffed, always hating the idea of opening himself up to anyone, even if you were his fiancée. On the one hand, he wanted to keep you in the dark about the vulnerability he was trying to hide, protecting himself from any judgment or see a look of pity on your face. But on the other hand, he just wanted to not pretend to be strong and invincible for at least a few minutes.

"I'm just thinking about some things, that's all..." He swallowed, the trembling voice exposing him more than his words.

You frowned, caressing Clarice's thinning hair before looking at Hotch. "Well... I'd like you to tell me at least one of them."

Hotch snorted again, but the attempt at indifference failed miserably when he looked at Clarice, still feeding on your breast. "She's looking more like you every day." He smiled, articulating his right index finger so he could caress her chubby cheek with his middle knuckles.

You smiled at Hotch, before raising an eyebrow when you noticed his gaze straying to your breast for a considerably long time. "That's very disrespectful, you know? I can't even breastfeed my own baby without you being a pervert?"

His eyes widened, immediately stopping and looking at you embarrassed to explain, sighing with a little frustration when he noticed that you were just playing with him. "Damn, angel..." He rubbed his face to hide his frightened expression, but also to distract himself from that unusual thoughts. "For a second I thought you were angry."

You laughed softly, shaking your head. "Why would I be angry seeing my fiance horny?"

Your teasing made his face turn red and his cock started to feel tight in his work pants. "I'm not...I'm not horny. This is ridiculous. You're just breastfeeding."

His effort to look uninterested by the sight made you laugh again, as you looked at him with your eyebrow still raised. After a few seconds, you checked if the baby was already sleeping enough so you could burp her and go put her in the crib. Then you fixed your nursing bra and turned to Hotch with a playful smirk. "I'll be back in ten minutes."

Your words weren't a random joke, much less a common warning. You were flirting with him, teasing him, warning him that the matter wasn't over and you would come back to learn more about that curiosity that was burning his brain. He watched you leave with Clarice in your arms and go to her room.

Hotch sat down on the bed, the tie starting to tighten around his neck just as his cock was already hurting from being trapped in those damn underwear. He untied the bow with a little more agony than usual, taking a deep breath as he threw the fabric anywhere on the floor. He wasn't worried about organization for now, focused on trying to understand why he was suddenly so turned on.

Okay... He had seen your breast, something he clearly loved to admire at any time possible. But he never got horny seeing you breastfeeding his daughter. Just as he never got horny when Haley was breastfeeding Jack too. In truth, Hotch had never thought of breastfeeding as something rousing and erotic to watch.

Until those few minutes before.

"There... She's sleeping like a little angel." Hotch almost jumped at the sound of your sweet voice returning to the room, locking the door behind you.

Hotch cleared his throat, pretending not to know exactly why you locked the door. It was a rule not to lock the door at night for the children's safety in case something horrible happened. You only did this when both of you wanted a moment alone. "Well, it took you less than ten minutes."

You shrugged nonchalantly. "She went back to sleep quickly."

He nodded silently, placing his hand in his own lap so you wouldn't see his boner growing more and more, even though he knew you had already noticed it since you returned to the room.

"Lactation kink is more common than it seems." You said and Hotch almost choked due your blunt way.

"What? Where did you get that from? I don't... I don't have a lactation kink. That doesn't even make sense." He exclaimed, his frowning face turning red for a second time as he tried to press down on his boner to hide yet another twinge he felt.

You held back your chuckle, but not for long. The moment you sat on the bed next to him and watched how the grumpy man was struggling to hide his desire, you let out a brief giggle, but it was enough to hurt his ego. "That's not funny."

Despite everything, you nodded, not wanting to upset him further. The realization that perhaps this was the first time he could be feeling that specific kind of desire hit you hard, and you felt a mixture of pride with yourself, but also a huge excitement that you hadn't felt since the pregnancy.

"I know, baby..." You reassured him, smiling slightly at him now. "But you don't need to hide from me either. We agree not to keep secrets from each other."

Your sentence had more than one meaning and Hotch knew it. He shouldn't lie to you, either about his own fears or about what he was wanting at that moment.

Hotch took a deep breath, deciding to start slowly. "Maybe... Maybe I'm horny."

"Seeing me breastfeeding?" You asked to be sure, but without any hint of judgment.

He nodded, clenching his jaw as he looked away, before holding his breath when he felt your hand caressing his thigh through his dress pants. "Hey... Look at me, Aaron."

Almost a minute passed before he worked up enough courage to look into your eyes. He felt pathetic inside. How could he deal with criminals every day, but not be able to receive a touch on his thigh from you without feeling like a stupid teenage virgin?

"Do you wanna... Taste it?" Your suggestion made his dark eyes widen as if you were saying the most unexpected thing he'd ever heard. "I'm serious, Aaron."

"Taste your milk?" He frowned. However, you knew he wasn't offended, but rather embarrassed with himself for even considering that. Everything was driving him crazy... the memory of you breastfeeding, his vivid imagination, your hand remaining caressing his thigh. Aaron felt like he was going to explode. "Hmm... Maybe."

You smiled when he gave in a little, knowing that his lust was speaking louder than any self-loathing he was feeling. Without waiting for him to think better and maybe change his mind, you adjusted your body on the bed, leaning your back against the headboard, while your legs were stretched out and comfortable. You smirked, pointing to the other pillow, indicating to him to get comfortable too.

Your command made his cock throb. As he obeyed, lying down in place, he felt a sigh of pleasure escape when he realized how much closer your bust was to his face in that position.

"It's a good view..." He muttered, fighting his pride.

You bit your bottom lip. "Oh, really?" You took your hands to your bra, removing it completely and watching Hotch's breathing hitch. "And now?"

"Angel... You're such a tease." He watched your breast for a few minutes, feeling his mouth water with the uncontrollable need to taste you like that. He moved his large hand to one of your mounds, biting his lip as he gently squeezed the soft flesh, barely holding back the groan that escaped by a strangled way when some milk splashed on his shirt "Fuck..."

You couldn't help but whine too. The feeling of his slender fingers groping your breast had been great, but it was the hunger in his eyes when your breast milk splashed out that made you start to feel desperate. "A-Aaron... I want you. I want your mouth."

"Oh, do you want my mouth, angel?" He scoffed, going back to caressing your breast, but now with one hand on each one. "And where do you want my mouth? Here?" Hotch questioned teasingly and leaned in, brushing his lips against the skin of your neck, feeling you shudder when he licked it and grazed his teeth afterwards.

He waited for your answer, but you just shook your head. It was good, of course. However, it was far from what you really wanted.

"Oh, no?" He feigned surprise, looking into your eyes now desperate for more. Hotch then smirked and stood up enough for you to be face to face. He moistened his lips, noticing the way your gaze fell there immediately. "Here, maybe?" Hotch teased, capturing your mouth in a slow but intense kiss. He tasted your lips as if they were heaven, delighting with the pleasure of dipping his tongue into your mouth and feeling your tongue too.

Then you moved your face away, panting for air. "No. More..." You whispered, lips red and swollen from the kiss.

He laughed lightly. "More? You're so greedy, baby..." Hotch scoffed, thinking about stopping the teasing, but an idea popped into his head, lowering his face until he was close to your breasts again. One of his hands kept caressing one of them, his long fingers playing with your nipple wet with milk.

However, his right hand let go of your left breast, making you whimper with confusion. "Why did you stop? You're so fucking... Oh!" You moaned, your eyes widening when his fingers got into your panties. "H-Hotch..."

Your moans made Hotch smirked, as he rubbed your clit slowly, enjoying how wet your pussy already was. "Is this where you want my mouth, baby?" He said, rubbing a little slower to get some verbal reaction from you.

"Not yet... Not yet." You managed to whisper as he slowed down, afraid he would completely stop rubbing your needy bud.

Hotch scoffed. "Wow, my future wife's a spoiled and needy little whore...." He went back to interspersing the movements of the hand that pleasured your pussy with the hand that caressed your heavy breast. "How about here then?" He blew lightly on your left nipple that was without his attention. "What do you think, angel?"

You almost whimpered at that teasing. It was obvious what you wanted and it was obvious Hotch was desperate for it too. Meanwhile, Hotch liked to hear you ask him. Beg him.

"Y-yes, please..." You pouted sadly as he chuckle, finally bringing his mouth, licking the sensitive nipple and making you moan his name, his soft tongue tasting the light drops of milk that flowed through contact. "S-suck... Please, Aaron, I need you to suck my milk."

Hotch lifted his face to look at you, doing as you asked. His mouth closed carefully around your nipple, making a gentle sucking motion, his eyes widening as much as you did when a favorable amount of milk came on his tongue, making him swallow with surprise before keeping sucking.

You felt the movements of his hands faltering, his mind going into a frenzy as he heard you moaning desperately each time he sucked you like a hungry baby. Your entire body had been needy since giving birth, but your breasts... They had become a powerful and fragile little thing at the same time. They were always sensitive due to continuous breastfeeding. Hotch had never given you pleasure there since Clarice was born, too busy taking care of you two and Jack, in addition to always having his mind stuck on work. Besides, neither of you have had much time since then.

However, you knew it wasn't just because your breasts were sensitive or the fact that both of you had been deprived of sex for a while. It was the incredible feeling of having Hotch suckle on your milk, seeing him desperate for every drop.

When he closed his eyes to focus on sucking and enjoy the slightly sweet taste of breast milk even more, you began to tremble your orgasm getting closer. His fingers kept rubbing your clit while the other fingers played with your free nipple, but it was the sight of him with his eyes closed and sucking your milk that made you cum, moaning his name breathlessly and wetting his fingers with your release.

Hotch smirked as he noticed the real reason for your orgasm. He opened his eyes, nibbling on the tip of your breast and stopping fingering you so as not to prolong your overstimulation too much after you whimpered in slight discomfort when it all started to get too much. "That was more amazing than I imagined it would be." He murmured, tongue still busy licking you.

“Too amazing, actually…” You teased, moving his lips away from your nipple. "You better save some drops for Clarice."

He chuckled at your joke, feeling you run your hand over his chin, wiping away the drops of milk that had run down, gently licking your own fingers.

"Thanks for not judging me, angel."

The sweet words made you smile, and you stroked his hair tenderly. "I would never do that." Your gaze dropped to his boner, even bigger than before. "And I'll help you with that if you promise to tell me about what was plaguing your mind earlier."

Hotch rolled his eyes sarcastically, looking at you with a frown and a small smile on his face. "Okay... That's a sacrifice I'm willing to make then. But just this once."

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SEDUCED BY MY STEPMOTHER

(R E M A K E)

PAIRING: Agatha Harkness x Reader

SUMMARY: After four years, the reader's father introduces his new fiance to the family - who turns out to be an alluring and mysterious seductress who is set to shake up the lives of the reader and their loved ones in ways they never could have imagined.

WARNING(s): None... yet!

A/N: This is one of my old stories that wattpad deleted. I decided to do some slight remake to it, character wise and all.

Should I continue this?

Y/N POV

I stood close to the balcony, staring at the beautiful view of the setting sun to clear my head. I  just recently found out that for the last few months my beloved father has been seeing someone in secret. On this warm evening, I’ll be meeting her for the first time at dinner. It was finally time that he did so I guess since he’s been widowed for almost 4 years already since my mother died from a car crash. But even with that certain thought I can’t help but feel uneasy about the changes that are about to happen. Hopefully, whoever she is, she’ll be a good one, for my father and also for me.

“Hurry up Y/N, or we’ll be late!” My deep thoughts were disturbed when I heard my father’s voice calling me from downstairs. I guess it’s finally time to leave.

Standing in front of the mirror I straightened my mid-white dress while checking my hair for the last time before grabbing my shoulder bag and went running downstairs.

“No running in the house young lady! How many times do I have to tell you that?” By the end of the stairs stood my father Frank, looking more dashing than usual while wearing his expensive black suit and tie.

“Sorry dad, just didn’t want you to call out for me again” I responded while giving a sheepish smile.

He gave me a playful eye roll as he grabbed my hands and gave each of my knuckles a chaste kiss.

“I appreciate that you’re willing to do this for me, sweetheart. I know this is not easy for you” he said while still holding both of my small hands in his large ones.

“Anything for you dad, as long as she makes you happy,” I said while I gave him a reassuring smile.

“She does, she really does. Now let’s not keep her waiting, shall we?” Dad smiled as he led both of us to his car.

I really do hope so dad…

(A few moments later)

We finally arrived at the restaurant after a 30-minute drive. Dad left his car keys to the valet and went straight inside while I followed close behind.

A male waiter in his 20s led us to a secluded part of the restaurant where a single square table was set beside a huge glass window that oversees the beautiful night streets. I was so caught up with the dancing lights outside that I failed to notice the beautiful woman sitting at our table.

That is until I heard a velvet-like voice calling out my name.

“Hello Y/N, I’m Agatha Harkness. It’s nice to finally meet Frank’s special girl”

My eyes looked for the owner of the angelic voice and they immediately settled on a beautiful woman in a purple dress. I can’t help but admire the beauty in front of me from head to toe. She is breathtaking. Aside from her physical appearance, I can also smell her intoxicating scent from where I stand. I’m in awe, I’ve never met someone as attractive as her before. I was about to look her over again but I was interrupted when I felt my father’s arm on my shoulder.

“Y/N, aren’t you gonna say something?” daddy asked.

“Umm…”

Due to being lost in my own thoughts, I became speechless as I looked up at my father’s questioning gaze before settling my vision on Agatha’s. Her eyes… oh her eyes… held something dark and mischievous that made me shiver to the core. I caught a small glimpse of the subtle smirk on her rosy lips before it disappeared.  That’s when I realized that she must’ve caught me while I was checking her out. Oh, fudge how embarrassing!!

I immediately shook out from my thoughts and shakily offered my right hand for her to take.

“Um... It’s nice to meet you too Miss Harkness” I gave her a shy smile which she reciprocated by giving me a radiant smile before correcting me. “Agatha, will do, sweetheart”.

She took my hand in her slender ones and gave it a soft squeeze. Her hand was so soft and it looked a little bigger compared to mine, she held my hand a little longer than she should have, which almost caused my heart to burst out from its ribcage before she decided to finally let go.

My father then ushered us to take a seat but before he got to do so, Agatha called out to him.

“Hon, did you forget something?” She asked with one eyebrow up.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Silly me” my father went towards her and gave her a kiss on the lips. It was supposed to be a chaste one but before he can step away she grabbed the back of his neck to hold him in place and then deepened the kiss.

I was going to look away because the sudden intimacy made me uncomfortable but before I could, I found myself frozen on my chair and my breath coming in short and hot when I saw her giving my father a passionate kiss…while her eyes were devouring mine.

What. the. actual. hell?!

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Masquerade P1

*IMPORTANT A/N: These next few chapters contains scenes that depict sexual assault. Please do not read if that is triggering to you! Reader discretion is advised*

(3rd POV)

(Y/N) yawned, as he rolled over and smiled at the still sleeping demon in his bed. After their kiss last night, the two stayed up talking about everything and anything that came to their minds. Angel told him about his human life, about his beloved twin sister Molly, and in turn, (Y/N) told him about his relationships with his parents and a past lover. 

(Y/N) had only one other boyfriend in his life time, but unfortunately, when (Y/N) was 205 his fiance was taken in an extermination. That night, (Y/N) he'd lost control of his power, and everything within a 65 mile radius was destroyed as he screamed out for his lost love. 

He raged for 6 hours until Lucifer had shown up, and quickly embraced his son in his arms, and held him as he wailed.

The prince didn't remember anything after seeing Archer being cut in half in front of him, but from what his father told him, he'd killed multiple demons and exorcists in his rage. Angel held (Y/N)'s hand as he talked, listening patiently. He kissed (Y/N)'s head as a silent, 'I'm here.' and (Y/N) held Angel tightly as he told him about everything Valentino has done to him. 

They curled up together under the blanket, (Y/N) being the big spoon and holding Angel. 

That was last night, and somehow they'd woken up on opposite sides of the bed, their backs touching. (Y/N) pressed a kiss to Angel's forehead before getting up, and walking into his bathroom to get ready for the day. 

He was singing softly to himself as he carefully finished doing his eyeliner when he felt a nudge on his foot. (Y/N) looked down at the animals, Fat Nuggets and Rocco were looking at him, as if asking for something. 

"Oh, you guys are hungry? Hang on." He walked over to feed the two, chuckling as the two made noises of joy before digging into their food. "Now it's my turn to eat." (Y/N) adjusted his clothes so he was presentable before quietly leaving the room, and making his way downstairs.

*Downstairs*

In the kitchen, (Y/N) was humming as he made breakfast for the hotel. 

"Good morning, (Y/N)!" Charlie called, walking in the kitchen with a  sleepy Vaggie behind her. "Good morning, Charlie! Morning Vaggie!" (Y/N) replied, before handing them a plate of their favorite food. 

"Oh thanks, (Y/N)." Vaggie said, as he slid a cup of coffee towards her. "You're in a good mood, big brother." Charlie noted, also taking a cup of coffee. "What? I can't do something nice for people once in a while?" (Y/N) rolled his eyes playfully, setting down Husk's, Niffty, and Alastor's plate down.

"Thank you, my dear (Y/N)!" Alastor grinned. The prince had made everyone their favorite breakfast, and had truly outdone himself. 

(Y/N) quickly put a pink and a red rose on Angel's breakfast, before teleporting it up to his room, for Angel to find when he wakes up. "Sooo are you going to be lovey dovey with Angel now?" Husk asked, raising an eyebrow at the usually quite prince. 

Caught off guard,  (Y/N) tripped slightly, spilling orange juice on his shirt. "Damn it." He groaned, using a towel to dab at the juice. "To answer your question, Husk, I don't think much will change, the only difference is we are officially together now. I'll be back." He sighed, teleporting to his room. 

*Up in his room*

(Y/N) made his way to his closet, taking off his vest and shirt, to replace it with another one. "Well, that's a nice view to wake up to, sweet cheeks." Angel's sleep heavy voice said lowly. (Y/N) turned to look at the spider who was leaning on his elbow looking at (Y/N), through half lidded eyes. 

"Good morning, tesoro." Smiled (Y/N), as he started to button up his shirt. "Sleep well?" he asked. "Bambola, these last few nights I've slept with you, have been the best sleep I've had since coming to Hell." Angel admitted, before noticing the breakfast tray on (Y/N)'s nightstand. 

"I made you breakfast, Angel." (Y/N) walked over to place the tray over Angel's lap, before pressing a kiss to the spider's forehead. "You missed," the spider narrowed his eyes, before pulling on (Y/N)'s tie, and bringing him down to a chaste kiss.

When he let go, (Y/N) blushed brightly, cleared his throat, and adjusted his tie.

"E-E-Eat up and then come down. Charlie said it's show and tell today." Angel laughed loudly at the prince's bashfulness. 

*Downstairs in the lounge area.*

Angel groaned as he shook his head, waking up from being disoriented. "Huh?" he gasped, looking around the room in a panic, before struggling against his binds. He looked around, fear written over his face, when a shadow moved. "Finally awake, Angel Dust?" asked a raspy voice. "Yeah, and what's it to you?" smirked Angel before the shadow grabbed Angel by his hair, holding a knife to his throat before letting him go.

"I want you to tell me where your boss stashes his vault." "Hehehe! It's hilarious you think I'd tell you anything." Angel said lowly, looking the kidnapper up and down.

"Fine. I guess I'll just have to fuck the information outta ya." The wolf demon growled, gripping Angel by his shirt. "Do your worst.....Daddy." smirked the spider. "Ohhhh, yeahhh, baby!" moaned the onscreen Angel.

The Hazbin Hotel members sat around the TV watching with mixed emotions: Sir Pentious and Charlie were weirded out, Vaggie watched through a narrow eye disgust written on her face, Niffty was smiling, laying on the table, kicking her legs as if she was watching a cartoon. (Y/N) was cringing at the way Angel acted on screen.

He knew from last night that Angel's real moans were something sweeter and real.

"Ya know, this performance won me a 'Sex-x-x-i' award." Angel said smugly where he was leaning against the couch, legs resting on (Y/N)'s lap. 

"It's uh..very..honest? Oh.." Charlie groaned, looking away. "Ew!" Vaggie gagged as the onscreen Angel moaned, "Oh, harder, daddy!"

"Okay! Enough of that. Angel, what the fuck?" Vaggie growled, covering Charlie's eyes as she held a hand over her mouth, looking sick.

"What?!" asked the spider, "(Y/N) told me it was 'Show n' Tell' day. I'm shown' you my best film, and I'm tellin' you that it scored me a win over that bitch, Tiffany Titfucker." Angel pushed his chest fluff up, mimicking tits as he rolled eyes at the thought of his arch rival.

"Ya know, not a very convincing interrogation scene." Husk commented from where he was cleaning an glass. 

Angel sat up on his knees to glare at the cat, "Alright, dickhead, what makes you think you have any right to insult my work to my fuckin' face?" he demanded. "You really going to sit there and act like these scripts ain't hot garbage?" Husk asked. 

Angel gasped, "Fuck you! This is classy art!" He gestured to the TV where he was getting his ass bitten by the wold demon. "Ohh, fuck!" He moaned.

"Angel, tesoro, don't take it personally. All artists have their critics." (Y/N) tried to soothe the spider. "That's bullshit." snapped the cat demon. 

"He gets drunk and bitches about it all the time. Everyone likes to bitch to the bartender. I know everything about you and these motherfuckers at this point." Angel rolled his eyes as Husk continued.

"That one," He pointed at Pentious, "That one is an insecure buffoon whose lonely ass watches you idiots sleep!" The snake flinched as everyone turned to look at him: Charlie looked weirded out, Vaggie and (Y/N) were making threatening gestures, and Niffty just stared at him.

"Princess, is a bleeding heart who wants to solve everybody else's problems 'cept her own." Husk looked at Charlie who smiled uncomfortably. "What?! No, I--what? Pffff, no,no." She crossed her arms uncomfortably. 

"This one," Husk motioned to Vaggie, "judges everyone and everything because she hates herself." Vaggie groaned. 

"Prince (Y/N) here, keeps everyone arms length because he thinks he's too dangerous to let others in." (Y/N) avoided Charlie and Angel's curious glances as he fidgeted with his wrist band. 

"And Niffty..." Husk trailed off as Niffty held a finger over her mouth mischievously, mimicking Alastor's dark smile. "Hehh...You don't even wanna know what her deal is." He scoffed drinking his cheap booze. 

Angel cackled, kicking his feet like child. "You weren't kidding! Haha, wow!" He laughed in Vaggie's face before turning towards Husk with a grin. 

"Kitten's got claws. Meow!" He jokingly purred at Husk.  "And you!" Husk hissed, "Don't get me started. I see right through you and all this bullshit and how fake you are." "Oh, me? Fake?" Angel mocked, leaning against (Y/N)'s chest, checking his nails. "Wow. I had no idea. Guess that's why I'm an actor. Dumbass. And--" He was cut off by his phone ringing, "Hold that thought." 

He got up to walk a little away before answering, "Hello? Uh, yeah I'm--I'm..No, No, I just..I.." Angel suddenly got nervous, "No I-I'm not...But uh..Yeah..I'll be right there." The spider hung up, before turning around with a wide grin, though you can tell he was still nervous. 

"Well, uh, looks like Val needs me for an...uh--emergency shoot." He started to walk towards (Y/N) to bid him goodbye, when Husk muttered, "Uh-huh, sure." 

"You know what, fuck you. I don't give a shit what some drunk ass bartender thinks a' me." He pulled a pair of pink shades from his chest fluff with a smirk. "So why don't you just crawl back to whatever cave you came from, porn critic." He hissed, flicking the cat off, putting his shades on before walking over to the prince, and pressing a kiss to his forehead, "A più tardi,  guance dolci.(See you later, sweet cheeks.)"

He made his way to the door, when Charlie ran in front of the door, blocking him from escaping.  "Angel! You can't leave yet. We haven't finished our exercises for the day." She tried pulling him away from the door, when he pulled away, waving her off. "I'm sure you'll manage without me."

Charlie slammed the door again, "There isn't much time for the hotel to prove itself!" Angel pinched the bridge of his beak before taking his sunglasses off, and leaning down to look Charlie in her eyes. 

"Dollface, it's my job. I know you want to fix everything, but unless you can fix my boss," He gently moved her from in front of the door, placing his shades back over his eyes, "There's nothing you can do." He slammed the door, finally leaving. 

Charlie groaned, sliding down the door, pulling her face down with her hands, "Ughhhhhhh, why is this so haaaaard?" 

"What am I doing wrong?" She asked Vaggie and (Y/N) as they approached. "Well, I mean, you're the princess of Hell." 

"So?" Charlie was confused what that had to do with anything, "So, you don't really use the power that comes with that, which I love about you," Vaggie smiled, placing a hand on the princess' shoulder. "But maybe, you can..I don't know..command a little more....authority." Vaggie grinned. 

"But that's so mean..." Charlie whined. "It's not mean, exactly. It's uh..aggressive kindness." (Y/N) tried. "Okay.. I could be so aggressively kind to Angel's boss that I convince him to let Angwl spend more time at the hotel!" Charlie said excitedly. 

"Sure, whatever gets you there, babe." Vaggie smiled. "Come on, Charlie. I'll go with you." (Y/N) scooped Charlie up and flew out of a nearby window.

*At the porn studio*

Angel flopped onto a bed, running his hands over his body, "Ohhh! Daddy I.....uhhhh?" Angel trailed off, pulling the script from under the pillow he was laying on.  He scoffed and sat up, "Do you really expect me to memorize this whole script?" 

"Just improve it. Do you think anyone watches for the dialogue?" Valentino purred, asking his assistant director. "Action!" He called. 

Four sinners dressed in BSDM clothing and ropes in their hands burst into a side door. "Oh, no." Angel covered himself with the covers, "So many burglars.... and only one me. Whatever shall I do?" He cooed, before looking down at the script. "I guess I'll have to do all of you!" He lowered the blanket, as another sinner pinned him down to bed. 

"Ohh! So, what are you gonna do ta' me?" Angel grinned, eyes glowing slightly. 

He looked over the demon's shoulder and caught sight of his boyfriend and his sister walking in. "Charlie? (Y/N)?" he gasped. 

The demon above him looked confused, "Uh, my name's Rocky." "No one gives a shit." The spider pushed Rocky off him. 

"Oh, so this is where the magic happens." Charlie said excitedly. She turned around just as a woman was taking her bra off, showing off her breasts. Charlie and (Y/N) both blushed, Charlie appreciating a nice set of boobs, (Y/N) just happened to be a very modest person, so that was a lot to him. "Oh, wow, that is--" The siblings gasped seeing another porn star being felt up by another and having oil poured on him.  "That is a lot." The siblings both muttered in unison, (Y/N) peeking through his fingers as Charlie watched wide eyed.

(Y/N) and Charlie were suddenly pulled to the side by Angel who was wearing  a pink fur robe, looking terrified. "What in the ever-loving fuck are you two doing here?!" he whispered harshly. 

""I am the Princess of Hell, Angel. And I go where I please." Charlie said snottily before whispering to him, "I'm here to get you some time off for the hotel." "And there was no way I was letting her come by herself to this....place." (Y/N) grimaced. "Now, where's your boss?" Charlie asked, before being jerked back by Angel. 

"Oh, no, no, no,no, no, no, no, no. You two are going nowhere near Val--" "Angel?" called Valentino. "What is the fucking hold up?"

"I'm coming!" Angel called, pushing the two royals towards the door. "Not off camera, you're not!" snapped the moth. 

"Please, please, just wait, wait until I'm done working, and we will talk about this, I promise. But first you've gotta go." He begged, eyes wide with fear.

"Ah! Your Majesty..Oh! And His Royal Highness as well! What a treat!" Val grinned, approaching the group. 

"Oh shit." Angel cursed under his breath. 

"Welcome to my humble sex dungeon. What can I do for such--" He licked Charlie's arm, as she cringed, "Oh, no thank you", "Mm! Lovely specimen!" He went to do the same to (Y/N) who pulled out his angelic knife from his side pocket. "Touch me and I will shove this in your eye sockets and finger fuck the holes." Charlie and Val stared wide at him, while Angel snorted softly at his boyfriend's strong dislike of being touched. 

"You two don't want roles, do you? Because I could make you both stars. Make us all richer than well, your papito.." Val dipped Charlie before (Y/N) pulled her behind him. "Fuck no!" They both said. 

Charlie cleared her throat, "Uh, I-I'm sorry. I have come to aggressivly kindly speak with you about Angel." (Y/N) noticed Angel waving his hands no with a desperate look in his eyes. "Later, of course. We wouldn't want to stand in the way of you work." 

Val turned to side eye Angel who flinched before turning to the Prince and Princess. 

"Well then, make yourselves comfortable, Your Majesties! And enjoy the show." Angel quickly ran back to his bed before Val could get more upset. "Well, let's take this shit from the top!"

"Action!" The assistant director cackled. (Y/N) stood next to Valentino, looking uninterested on the outside, but on the inside he was filled with worry.

Angel was slammed into the bed, "Oh, wow, mister robbers, I sure hope you don't hurt me with those big...guns of yours." 

"Don't move, you spicy little, uh...cock sleeve or else I'll....." He was distracted by the mic dropping into the shot, and everyone looked over to Charlie whispering to the mic man. "We do trust exercises everyday in the morning..."

(Y/N) face palmed, "Damn it." "Cut! What the fuck is going on with this?" Val demanded. "Ooh, I'm sorry. Were we too loud?" Charlie smiled apologetically, the demon she was talking to walking away and glaring at her.

"I was just telling him about the Hazbin Hotel."

"Not at all, Princess! It doesn't bother me one bit." Valentino replied in a high voice, glaring at Angel who flinched. "You know, this scene feels awfully violent. If you want help with the script, maybe I can pitch some scenarios that are more--" Charlie tripped over a cord, causing an electrical fire to start. 

The crew and actors disappeared, screaming. Angel curled into the bed, "Oh, shit." He and (Y/N) made eye contact as the prince mouthed, 'I'm so sorry.'

Val stood up, glaring at Angel as he shook slightly in fear. "Oh my God. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm s-s-s-s-s-sorry." Charlie apologized trying to put the fire out. 

Valentino opened his wings and put the fire out with a growl. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck." groaned Angel. "Oh, my gosh. I am so, so, so, sorry. I--I can clean this up. I--I can--" "Don't you worry your pretty blonde head about it. We have people for that." Valentino smiled before turning to Angel with a frozen smile. 

"Angel, can I see you in your dressing room for a moment?" 

Angel avoided looking at (Y/N) as he scurried after the moth man. 

* This scene contains some triggers! 

In Angel's room*

Valentino slammed the door as Angel turned to him, "Val, I didn't know that.." Angel yelped as Val slapped him. "Val, I--"

"You really think you can have Lucifer's little bastards fight your battles for you?" Val threw the spider into a chair, making Angel back up in fear.  "Val, please, I'm sorry she--"

"You brought them here to protect you?" asked Val as he lit a cigarette. "To fuck with me?" he demanded, using the smoke from his cigraette to bind Angel's upper hands behind his back.

He grabbed the white haired demon by his neck, making Angel wheeze. "Ow! Val, stop!" He begged as he was slammed into the couch.

"You think she can get you out of work?" He growled, blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth. "No! No, that's not what I'm trying to do. No--" Valentino threw the spider across the floor making Angel gasp and pant.

"You know she can't do anything." Val used his smoke to make a chain around Angel's neck, pulling him up to look at the contract Val had him under. "I own you. Or have you forgotten that?" he said, menacingly.

"No." Angel whimpered, close to tears. Val put the contract away before leering down at Angel. "When I say, 'come', you say?" "Yes, Valentino." Angel looked at him in the mirror as Val grinned and leaned down, "When I say, 'you're fucking 20 guys before lunch', you say?" 

"Yes, Valentino." Angel lowered his head. "When I say, 'you better get that fucking cunt out of my studio', you say?"

"I.." "You say?" growled the moth. Angel held his free hands up, "Look, Val, she just gets involved in everything. The prince is just her body guard...I'll-I'll them 'em to leave. Just don't hurt them." He begged.

Valentino lifted Angel up by his collar, "I have killed bitches for less than this attitude you're giving me. You're lucky, you make me money. Now, you're going to go get rid of them,  and then you are filming all night." He threw Angel to the ground again, missing when Angel glared at him from the corner of his eye, before he turned to face the overlord. "Get me?"

"Yes, Val." Angel shook in fear. "Good." smiled Val, before roughly grabbing Angel by his arm and slamming the door behind them.  

"All right!" exclaimed Val loudly. "Get your asses back on set, and we are taking this from the top!" He threw Angel towards the bed, Angel catching himself and looking down, thinking about how to get rid of Charlie and (Y/N).

Charlie shifted into her demon form, "What makes you think you can treat him like that?" She rushed forward when (Y/N) caught her by the arm, whispering to her, "Charlie, no." "Charlie! Just stop!" Angel screamed, startling the two royals.

(Y/N) narrowed his eyes at the fact that Angel was now sporting a black eye...which he didn't have before he went into the dressing room. 

"Angel...what are you talking ab--" "Charlie, leave!" Angel started to push the siblings to the door. "But.." "I didn't want you ta come here. I already asked you to leave and you didn't listen. You made things worse." "I just wanted to help you." Charlie whispered. "Well, you ain't!" 

(Y/N) looked at Angel's eyes and realized he was still terrified. He wasn't yelling out of anger, but out of fear. 

Fear of Valentino.

"Okay, okay, Angel. We're leaving now." (Y/N) soothed, Charlie looking at him confusedly. "Please. Let me finish my work." Angel spoke softly, glaring slightly as Charlie went to keep arguing. (Y/N) quickly snatched Charlie and started pushing her out the door, before pausing and turning to look back as Valentino touched Angel's shoulder, the porn star clearly uncomfortable. 

He narrowed his eyes, hearing Valentino purr, "Good boy."

*Outside with the siblings*

Charlie watched as her brother walked, shoulders tense. "Um, (Y/N) what was that about? Angel's your boyfriend, shouldn't you be fighting for him?" She asked, gasping when she saw (Y/N)'s eyes were not only in their demon form, but he also had tears pooling in the side of his eyes. 

"Of course I want to fight for him, Charlie! But we were just doing more harm than good in there just now! Did you see that black eye? He didn't have that when they went into that dressing room." (Y/N) turned to kick a trashcan down and broke a window before laughing darkly. 

"(Y/N)?" Charlie asked. (Y/N) wasn't going to hurt her, she knew that, but it was still unsettling whenever he acted like this. The prince turned to face her with a dark look, eyes wide with murderous glee, a wide smile that made him look like a jester with how wide he was grinning, and the wind started blowing, moving his hair, making him appear way more demonic than he usually was. 

"Oh, don't worry, my sweet little sister. Angel will be free soon enough. Valentino is going to get what's coming to him real soon." 

*End!*

[echantedtoon]

What If: Douma Edition

DISCLAIMER: THIS WORK IS IN ABSOLUTELY NO WAY CANNON TO DEMON BRIDE AND IS NOT AN ENDING. IT IS A WHAT IF IDEA THAT I THOUGHT WOULD BE FUN TO WRITE. PLEASE KEEP THAT IN MIND GOING FORWARD.

Warnings: Douma IS his own warning. Possibly some innuendos.

The cold silence pursed from a smile once faked and forced but now oh so full of life he never thought he'd ever be able to feel before now. Before he met HER. Sure the navigation was still rocky and if he was being completely honest, there was still a long way for him to go before he does make any one Hundred percent clear sense of it all. 

"Let me get this straight. So you're upset that your fiance wants to call off the engagement but you say that because the engagement was made by her father that she can't call off the arrangements? But she says that because her father died it's not up to him or you anymore and she can break it off if she wants to?....Am I understanding this right?"

Emotions sure were tricky. Previously he could just sit down and listen to hundreds of rambles without being ....Annoyed? Yes. That was the new emotion he was now able to feel. Suddenly faking and mimicking everything became genuinely harder. Sigh. He really needed to schedule in more vacation days with Master Muzan and Kokushibo-...No. No. He'll ask Mistress Rei instead. She'll be more sympathetic to his requests.  Meanwhile he was staring at a young couple in their early twenties sitting in front of him from his compound demanding that he help settle this annoying matter. 

The man nodded firmly before pointing at him. "Yes. You even blessed this engagement yourself two years ago, Lord Douma."

"Oh riiiiight. I remember that." No he didn't. He blessed so many marriages and engagements and divorces that he literally lost count of them all at this point. He waved a hand and forcibly smiled wider. "Such a happy time."

"Not anymore. She wants to leave me to marry another man! Surely you can see that we're meant for one another! You blessed our marriage so surely the gods see that too right!?"

Oh gods it was one of these days. Sigh. The woman had remained mostly silent throughout this entire ten minute rambling and just stared surprised at his chest. Usually he'd be flattered but he was too annoyed with this to care. Instead his hand reached up to shift something further up on his chest. 

"And has your fiance tried talking about this to you already?," he asked tilting his head. Platinum blonde locks of hair shifting with him. "Maybe she didn't even want this. Surely she's given her reasons."

"She has! But they're all nonsense! If she didn't want this marriage then she should've said so at the very beginning!"

The woman finally looked away from the thing on his chest and glared at him. "I DID!! But my father wouldn't listen! I wouldn't be engaged to a man like YOU otherwise!"

All the yelling was starting to not only annoy him but make a fuss of another. He couldn't deal with this anymore. He had an appointment to keep and he wouldn't be late because of a petty lovers' quarrel. So he smiled widely at them.

"I have a perfect solution for the both of you." Both instantly stopped and looked as he pointed at the man. "You're a young healthy man. I'm ordering you to consult my compound's matchmaker to find you a new engagement." The man looked shocked as he then pointed at the woman. "And you go marry whoever you want to. Now that that's settled, this meeting is now over!" He quickly stood up from the large comfortable pillows and plucked up a big bag with him. "Excuse me. I have an appointment to keep somewhere else."

"But-...B-But Founder!," the man called after him but he ignored it in favor of walking over towards the side door leading out of the room and to his private courters.

With his brisk legs it didn't take too long to step outside of the room and close the door behind him. A sigh of relief escaped his cold lungs as soon as he heard the door slide shut behind him. A chuckle to his left gave him another but smaller twinge of annoyance. 

"Not easy to get through today's meetings, Sir?" Kaleidoscope rainbow irises turned to an older woman. Her wrinkled face smiled amused at the younger man. "You've been taking more breaks than usual."

For once in his life he frowned. "Your words wound me. I thought my top helper would know better than to criticize hard work." A hand reached up to pluck a hat from his head. "Cancel anything else for me this week. I'm leaving for the Infinity Castle for a bit."

"Another meeting with Master Muzan? Or .. perhaps something else more familial?" She chuckled waving a hand to the object on his chest making him frown (pout-) more.

"Neither! I'm simply on my way to see my wife!" He finally smiled lighting up more. "My Happy is surely expecting me as we arranged it in advance."

He was so happy to finally get out of there for a while and ask (pester-) Nakime into teleporting him to the Infinity Castle or more Specifically the Dwell. It felt like a breath of fresh air as he stood in front of the familiar giant home one sound of a biwa strum later. He was happy to practically skip up to the door that instantly opened and a servant greeted him. But he paused seeing the object he carried with him... Before turning away to hide a snort. He rose a brow..but didn't bother with him to just skip a long... However he did notice all the amused or awestruck faces he got as he walked along the fancy corridors. 

This had been going on for the entire month. Why wasn't anyone taking him seriously!?

He frowned(pouted-) and continued along with the bag in hand until he came across a familiar corridor and briskly walked faster Until he stopped in front of the door smiling wider then ever. A hand reached up and knocked loudly on the fancy oak wood door loud enough to echo throughout the hall. It did not take too long for him to get an answer.

"Come in," a woman's voice called from within.

He wasted no time sliding the door open fast enough to almost slam it open and practically jump into the room locking onto a woman inside. "Oh my darling, Lotus Bloom!~"

You lazily rose a brow and looked up at the tall demon in the doorway closing the book in your hands. "You're three hours late."

Douma ignored you dropping the bag in his hands and persisted in rushing in, dropping to his knees next to you, and affectionately grabbing your hand in his hands. "My Angel.~ My light.~ My colors.~ My Happy!~ Oh how I missed you so!"

"It's only been a month," you deadpanned. 

He ignored that in favor of pressing his head against yours. "I was so loooonly without you. I wanted my wife so baaaaaad. I missed you so much!" A pucker of his lips followed as he puckered up and leaned in for an obvious kiss but stopped when a hand pressed against his mouth and pushed him back.

"You're over dramatizing things again, Douma. What took you so long? We agreed on a time and you promised to show up then."

He pouted again. "It wasn't my fault! My meetings take up so much time! Oh Y/n! Everyone's been so mean to me all month! They all keep looking at me like something's funny and no one's taking me seriously! I don't know why!" He whined.

You rolled your eyes before holding up a hand. "Maybe THIS is why." Your finger wiggled and was instantly snatched up by a chubby little hand.

Douma blinked before looking down at the platinum blonde haired infant strapped to his chest. His son giggled again and stared at you both with eyes of different shades of blues and purples. ".....Oh. Why would they be amused by this?" He gestured to himself. "I'm a good daddy! I always make sure he's with me."

You finally snorted amused. "Well seeing someone intimidating like you just walking around with a cute chubby baby on your chest would make you look a bit funny."

He pouted harder. "I'm a good dad!" He retorted crossing his arms. "I take care of, Lotus. And spend time with him! I'm good at daddy-ing!"

You again snorted at his choice of words and finding it easy people would be amused by his attitude on top of being a new dad but you both were still getting used to the custody arrangement. Douma can't be here all the time because of his duties and you didn't want to live in his compound, and you weren't going to force Rui to live there with his dislike of Douma already and his old family there. So you two formed an arrangement. You'd both take turns taking on Lotus until he can decide where he'd rather live once he was old enough. Each of you taking him for an entire month until the last day where you switched. It'd been five months now and so far it seemed to work out fairly well for everyone aside from Douma's pouting. You two hadn't made a big deal of telling a lot of people about Lotus yet still getting used to it so it was a bit surprise for a lot of people to find out that Douma was suddenly a father. 

You patted his cheek peeking him back up instantly. "Yes you are. And people finding you cute being a dad isn't a bad thing. It just means they know you're doing the best you can."

He smiled leaning in closer as Lotus cooed mindlessly. "Yes...So where is the young one?"

"He's training with Akaza today. Although I think they'll be back soo-"

You didn't even get to finish talking before the door slid open again and you both looked up. Both of you met the eyes of Akaza and Rui. No doubt Akaza had come to bring Rui home. All four of you stared silently at one another awkwardly before Douma sat back up to wave a hand excitedly at the link haired demon with a big grin. Akaza's eyes bugged out of his skull seeing the cooing baby strapped to the blonde's chest. He stared before looking at you, then at the baby, then at Douma, and then at the baby again.

"Hi, Akaza-dono! Did you finally come to see your best friend's son!? I'm AMAZING at daddy-ing!"

Akaza looked utterly, clearly, absolutely, so matter of factly, terrifyingly so, so, so, so HORRIFIED. "Oh dear gods no. THEY'RE MULTIPLYING!!"

[elucienweekofficial]

Elucien Fanfic Crossword Answer Key- Smut Day One

How did you do? It's our hope through this week of puzzles that folks are able to find an existing fanfiction that speaks to them! Consider these a small masterlist filled with recommendations from the community itself. Below you'll find every fanfiction recommended attached to the author who created it, added in the order they were submitted! Fics were also categorized to their best of our ability. Check them out below!

[Please check all tags before engaging!]

You Look Like Bad News by @the-lonelybarricade

I gotta have you, I gotta have you - Elain hated living next to Lucien Vanserra. Almost as much as she hated the girl he was fucking.

When You Move, I'm Moved by @ataraxiasflame

When Elain Archeron flees Nesta and Cassian's Mating Ceremony for a moment alone after an emotional experience, her mate follows her out of concern for what he feels through their bond, resulting in an evening neither had planned, but both had been wanting for ages.

I've been lost to you, sunlight (flew like a moth to you, sunlight) by @whatishowedyouinthedark

In all of her dreams, there is sunlight. That is the one constant in every single one Elain remembers after waking. And if there is no sunlight, she can still feel it beating against her skin in time with the heartbeat that has become a steady, comforting song in her mind. Sometimes it feels as if, when she dreams, she has woken from the sadness that is her reality into what should be her life.

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or, the elucien breeding kink one :)

What We Wanted by @valamerys

Lucien’s first Fire Night as High Lord of the Spring Court puts he and Elain’s fledgling relationship in an awkward position.

The Fires Of Eventide by @animezinglife

A quiet evening. A secluded cottage in Spring.

Beasts Inside Us by @crazy-ache

“If you so much as spill a drop of her blood, I will gladly show you just what kind of beast I am. And you will find, once I’ve ripped your throat out with my bare hands, and burnt this manor and everyone inside to ash and bone, that I am something far, far worse than just a beast.”

While staying in the mortal lands with the Band of Exiles, Elain Archeron stumbles across a familiar face from her past. Only Graysen wants revenge. Her only hope is that her mate, Lucien Vanserra, can save her—in more ways than one.

About Damn Time by @strawbrerian-writes

Elain planned to have a quiet, cool day off. The universe took one look at her plans and said "bet."

They Say I Did Something Bad by @separatist-apologist

Then why's it feel so good?

Elain Archeron's fiance is a total stranger to her, though his family's reputation for cruelty and avarice is not. Dreading a lifetime with a cruel, cold man, Elain decides to have one last night of freedom. Attending an infamous masquerade ball, Elain meets a stranger who offers to show her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. It's just one night of debauchery. What could possibly go wrong?

Oh, Lord Save Me by @separatist-apologist

“How come I never see you at confession?” he pressed. Elain almost screamed.

Lucien never saw her at confession because the phrase "forgive me father, for I have sinned," was the start of every filthy fantasy she’d ever had about him.

I'm Going Out Tonight by @separatist-apologist

He rolled his neck and Elain paused, drinking him in. Even with his red hair plastered to his face, sweat soaking through his thin band t-shirt, Lucien Vanserra was the hottest man she’d ever seen.

And bass players were so her type.

“What did you say?”

He grinned, resting a broad hand over his muscular chest. “I asked if you had a man.”

Her mind flashed an image of Graysen. Too busy with work and the woman he was sleeping with on the side. She was there to pretend she didn’t know about that, wasn’t she? Did Graysen ever answer that question honestly, besides?

Holding up her drink, Elain ran her tongue suggestively over the straw. Lucien’s smile sharpened, those russet eyes darkening with obvious want.

“I don’t remember.”

Sharp as Glass and Twice as Bright by @valamerys

When he speaks again, it’s a low rumble in his chest. “If you keep doing that, dove, neither of us is going to get any sleep.”

Heat coils in Elain’s stomach. “I’m not tired.”

[Elucien + classic THERE IS ONLY ONE BED WHAT DO.] [yes i just did one for each of my ships dont look at me im a monster]

End Game by @separatist-apologist

Lucien Vanserra has been in love with Elain Archeron for as long as he's known her. With time ticking down before her inevitable engagement to Graysen, Lucien only has one goal: convince her to be his

But Only If You Dare by @kingofsummer93

It all started innocently enough. A silly game, a drunken dare.

Except now Elain can't sleep.

And it's all because of him.

I'm Damned If I Do by @separatist-apologist

“Get it off your chest,” he told her dismissively, returning to his work.

Let her scream and yell. It would change nothing given Rhysand and Feyre were doing this purposefully to push them together. Had Elain guessed that, too? Had she decided he was the safer person to vent her rage into?

She strode into his office and, like a petulant brat, swept everything off his desk. Lucien glared, irritated with the mess she’d made—she’d inadvertently shattered a rather nice crystal vase he’d gotten from Dawn, wrecking the little blue plant within in her recklessness.

“By all means, get it off my desk as well,” he told her dryly. Her chest heaved in the pretty silver dress she wore, pressing her breasts up against the neckline. Lucien had to look at his hands to stop looking at her body, though she was closer than she'd ever been

Our Hearts Still Beat The Same by @zenkindoflove

"She stood on the bridge for a few minutes, hoping that the rain might wash away the seething anger and bottomless anguish that crackled under her skin. More, more, more, repeated again and again to a steady beat. His heart beat."

Elucien, Two-shot, Post-ACOSF. Part One is Cozy Tension. Part Two is all smut.

Can read this fic independent of the series. They are separate stories but connected by song inspirations.

Both Forever and Rather Die by @foundress0fnothing

Elain runs a sex cult. She’s looking for something new. Lucien is new.

save the date by @thelovelymadone

Elain Archeron has had a perfect life.

Prettiest girl in her grade, first sibling to be engaged and living thousands of miles away from home. But then, her then fiancé cheats on her at their engagement party after she cajoled her entire family to come thousand of miles for her engagement.

Now, after four years, she’s going to be brave. She’s going to go to her eldest sister’s wedding as the maid of honor and bring … a paid actor to be her boyfriend.

Despite the lingering trauma of her ex-boyfriend posting her phone number on Internet forums and refusal to share how her childhood crush broke her confidence at her engagement party—what could possibly go wrong?

Call Me Selfish, Call Me Wrecked by @crazy-ache

Like countless times before, they’re dangling Elain in front of him without a mention of her name. And for once, Lucien decides to selfishly take it. “I’ll marry her,” he pretends to investigate his nails, even if his heart is about to burst from his chest. “But only if she agrees to it as well. That’s my only condition.”

Elain agrees. Lucien learns the consequences of not shutting up.

A Dance In Winter by @animezinglife

While visiting the Winter Court leading up to Solstice, Elain and Lucien find some time alone.

talk refined by @temperedink

Newly mated Elain has pretty much adjusted to being fae after all this time. What she’s still hung up on? Being able to express things in the bedroom. Luckily, Lucien is totally willing to let her try that out on him.

[keelt9]

Cap. 1

Part 1

Masterlist

The soft breeze keeps making the leaves fall. You can hardly recognize their color if it is yellow, orange or a strange mixture of red, but she seems so immersed in the small show all of them give from the moment they detach from the tree until they crash to the ground.

“Is this your first time here?” The taxi driver takes her down to earth.

“Yes.” She sees the driver smiling and turning around in a small street, which she recognizes immediately. 

“Well, it’s almost winter, I bet you will have a lot of fun these days.” The car stops in front of a colorful house and she just smiles before opening the door.

If she counted the seconds between when she grabbed her bags and the moment she felt her lungs lost all the oxygen thanks to the impact of the hug, it would be less than 17.

“___, YOU’RE HERE! YOU’RE HEREEEEEE!” Carolina Mendieta, her best friend since childhood. Their friendship started in the third grade after both of them got punished for making a scene in the middle of the dance class. 

“Oh my god, honey, you will break her bones.” Her mother appears in the frame door with a big smile on her face. The fact Caro is 4 cm taller than her and has practiced karate since she was 5 years old turns everything into a  high possibility. 

“Mrs. Mendienta.” After Caro let her go, her mother immediately hugged her one more time. “___, darling, it’s amazing having you here, sorry for the over excitement.” She points with her eyes to Caro who seems like she just received the best present in years. 

The Mendieta's moved to Uruguay 8 years ago, after her father was notified about his promotion; __ used to joke about being a doctor brings benefits outside of the country. What seemed like the distance could break their prove just made it stronger, constant phone calls, video calls late at night and packages coming and going from country to country; reducing the kilometers and joining her hearts.

That’s why the house doesn’t feel strange or an unfamiliar place, iIt's like she has already been there multiple times, they go inside and a tiny black pug came running and barked all the way until he was  in front of them.

“Hi, Moka.” She squatted to be a little bit closer, she extended her hand and waited for him to make the first move to pat his head.

“I thought your father and Mar would be here.” __ said sitting and rubbing Moka's stomach. 

“Ahg, you know them, dad is a workaholic and Mar is in a shooting.” Mar, is the oldest sister of Carolina, she works as Audio Engineer, so she has been involved in multiple shootings from all types of genres.

“Here, __, you must be thirsty.” Mrs. Mendieta came from the kitchen with a tray of glasses of water and some snacks. “How are your siblings?” She asked her while they sat on the couch followed by Moka who already smelled the sweet essence of the fruit.

“They’re fine, thanks, annoying as always.” Her answer made them giggle. “Oh, how is the pregnancy going?” __ oldest brother, Esteban and his wife are expecting their first baby, driving all her family crazy with excitement. “Good, if everything goes according to the plan, the baby will be born in April.” 

“Your mother must be crazy.” She adds but Caro clears her throat. The mom topic isn’t one of __ favorite ones lately.

“Yeah, she is, but it’s hard to know if it is for the baby or for the wedding number 3.” She drinks a sip of the water. __’s mother, Lucia is preparing her third wedding, after the divorce of her stepfather Enrique Arteaga, one year was enough for her to get a boyfriend and 5 months later in an awkward dinner announced their engagement. 

It’s not like she didn’t want her mother to start a new chapter in her life, or her fiance. What makes her angry is the way she does things. After her father’s death, when she had 2 years old and her twins siblings 8, the following years were a torment; until 3 years after their mother met Enrique, they were in a relationship for 2 years before they decided to get married; Enrique is the father they lost in a early age; every soccer game, competition, festival, morning breakfast, pick from school and a sidekick, the three siblings found in him.

But suddenly the fights began and before everything became a mess, they decided to end the marriage, 8 years of marriage were resumed in a house sold, and the split of her family. __ chose to live with Enrique and her siblings moved in with her mother, well, just Valentina; Estaban got engaged a year later and 9 months later, they were celebrating a wedding.

“And, where are they spending Christmas?” Mrs. Mendienta changes the subject as quickly as she can. In a cowardly way to face her problems, __ notified her family she will spend the holidays with Caro’s family. Her siblings tried to convince her to at least spend those days with them but deep down her parents know letting her go was the wisest decision.

“Enrique with Raquel’s family and Valentina, she doesn’t know.” The conversation was interrupted by Mar's voice.

“I’m home.” As soon as Mar sees __, just like Caro, she screams and runs to hug her. “Shit, I totally forgot.” She spreads apart and grabs __ face in her hands. “God, how old are you 20?” __ laughs and Caro puts her eyes in white. 

“We are the same age fool.” Mar pushes her sister before __ can answer. “24, and you look so much better than her, how is that possible?” She laughs and hugs one more time.

In the dinner they talked about the news Caro forgot to mention and __ too, Caro’s father was excited too for having her in the holidays, and they all already have a schedule for her, one month of adventures, they resumed it like that.

“Your father must be proud of your work in the vineyard.” Mr. Mendieta mentioned serving the dessert. 

__ is in the last semesters of Agricultural Engineering, and she already had been working to specialize in oenology, the fact Enrique has a small vineyard was one of the main inspirations. 

“Or terrified.” She jokes causing everyone a small laugh. “I just hope to do a great job, and learn everything I can.” 

“That’s for sure honey, also your graduation gives us the perfect excuse to go home even if it is for a couple of days.” It wasn’t a secret that everyone missed Mexico, and being away for 8 years made them miss it more.

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Cassian SFW Alphabet

✨ Characters - Cassian x reader

✨ Rating - Mature (even though this is a SFW alphabet there is still some NSFW content. Minors do not interact please.)

✨ Genders/Pronouns - Slight gendered part (AFAB) under S

✨ Based off this template

✨ Characters belong to SJM

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He is ALWAYS touch you. Always has to be holding your hand (or ass) or if he can’t do that he’ll wrap a wing around you. Always loving up on you, kissing you, cuddling you. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

I think it would be difficult for him to start and maintain a friendship with you if you didn’t want a relationship with him. It would be very difficult for him to keep his emotions at bay but if he could only have you as a friend he would pick that 100 times over losing you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Oh it is cuddles galore when you are with Cassian. His favourite way to cuddle is you both being on your sides facing each other and he wraps both his arms and wings around you. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

If you are his mate he would take cues from you. He’d be happy to be married, mated and having children like 1 month into the relationship. But if that’s not what you want he’s happy to go at whatever pace you need.

All you need to do is bat your eyelashes at him and he’ll be in the kitchen with an apron on preparing your breakfast for you and making a list of things he needs to do around the house while you’re out 😂. You have domesticated the shit out of him.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If you’re his mate he would never break up with you. If you were a sneaky link or just casual he would probably just ghost you 💀. If there were an emotional connection between you two though he would let you down gently and still want to be friends.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Like I said before, he’s ready to go within the month, within the hour really. He is completely whipped.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically, a giant teddy bear. Emotionally, the gentlest. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hugging you wherever, whenever. Cassian gives the best and biggest bear hugs. He would wrap his wings around you too. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He would definitely just blurt it out. You would be doing the silliest thing making him laugh and it would just slip out.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

SO fucking jealous. Even after the mating frenzy if a anyone so much as looks in your direction he’s ready to punch on. Definitely likes to fuck it out though.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He’d be so gentle, would hold you close and run his hands all over your body as he kisses you. Other than your lips he loves to kiss your cheek or your hair. He likes to be kissed on his cheeks as well.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He would be so good with children, always playing with them and making them laugh. Teaches Illyrian children how to fight and fly. Every time you see him with children it just melts your heart, you know he would be the greatest father and you tell him that.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

We all know he’s up at the ass crack of dawn ready to train, but once he’s mated to you? People have to drag him out of bed. All he wants to do is cuddle (and fuck) the morning away with you. Definitely cooks for you and if you have to go anywhere, he trails you like a lost puppy and tries to convince you to back to bed with him.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Always either cooks for you or with you, whichever you prefer because what you want, you get (according to him). Dinner would be followed by cuddling on the couch watching a movie and when you go for a shower and get ready for bed, he does all his (your) skincare with you as well as his hair care routine. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s an open book when it comes to you, he never wants to keep things from you. He would always take cues from you and reveal things about himself at your pace.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He would get fired up pretty easily during a fight. All he wants is what’s best for you and your relationship and if you’re being ‘difficult’ he can have trouble controlling his emotions.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Oh he remembers everything. He sees you at a bar one night and you order your favourite drink, years later when you two are on your first date he orders you that exact drink. Every little thing you share with him he cherishes. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favourite memory is of you telling him you love him for the first time. I don’t think Cassian hears it very often from many people and to hear it from you, so genuine your heart could burst, it means the world to him.

If you two have children his favourite memory would be watching you become a parent. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

You know how Rhys was with Feyre when she was pregnant? Well that’s nothing compared to how protective Cassian is on a good day. Whether you’re pregnant, in the middle of the mating frenzy, or it’s just a random Wednesday, if someone so much as looks at you sideways Cassian has his sword out ready to defend your honour.

The first time you speak up for Cassian he is in awe. His whole life he has had to fend for himself and more importantly, defend others. To be on the receiving end of it gets him pretty choked up.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Cassian is the kind of guy to celebrate a 2 week anniversary. He also probably follows the 2:2:2 rule, every 2 weeks you have a date night, every 2 months you go away together for the weekend and every 2 years you go away together for the week. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He snores. For sure. Could rattle the entire house. He’s tried every remedy there is with no luck and has accepted this.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not too concerned. He’s trains all day everyday, he know’s he has a good body and definitely uses it to his advantage when it comes to you. But his body doesn’t bother him that much, it’s his hair where the real work comes in. He has a very strict hair care routine that he follows twice a day, everyday. Even Rhysand thinks it’s a little much.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Oh absolutely not. As his mate he has waited centuries for you, spent his whole life having visions and knowing that you were out in the universe somewhere waiting for him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He LOVES movies (modern hc). When you start dating he compiles a list of “must see” movies and forces you to watch them with him. Even though he watches you the entire time and not the movie.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

If you weren’t his mate that would be enough to do it. I don’t think anything could turn him off about his mate. He’s helplessly in love.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

SNORES. All. The. Time. Besides snoring, he cannot and will not sleep without you. Always has to be holding you throughout the night. If you get up or roll away from him, he wakes. 

[youwouldntbelievehowigothere]

@zelinkcommunity

Chapter 4 of untitled arranged marriage oot child timeline Zelink story. Forgot to add in this blurb that it has eye patch Link for those who like that. This chapter also does have something to do with the prompt by sheer coincidence.

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CH 4: HAND IN HAND

The next day, the two were called into her father’s solar to discuss plans for the future. Zelda, feeling as though the night before had been some strange dream, was surprised when she ran into Link in the hallway. Both were so lost in their thoughts they didn’t realize the other was there until their hands reached for the door handle at the same time.

Zelda felt her cheeks go ruddy and averted her eyes. Right, none of it was a dream. Link took the initiative and opened the large double doors, revealing her father sitting at his desk, as pleased as the cat who got the cream. 

“Ah, come in, come in, there is much to talk about,” her father started, waving them over to sit at the two chairs in front of his desk. “The first being, you were both very good at acting surprised when I announced it, I think the people enjoyed that very much.”

…Her father thought they were acting? Well, it wasn’t like it was a complete surprise for her hand to be offered, but she was legitimately surprised when Link accepted! She dared to sneak a glance at her new fiance. The eye covered in an eyepatch was on her side, and she couldn’t guess what his stoic expression meant. He had been surprised, he’d said as much before, right?

“In general, I’ve heard many people express excitement over such a wedding. It has been some years since your mother and my’s wedding after all. With the peace we’ve had since dealing with that whole Ganondorf business all that time ago…” Her father trailed off, and Zelda once more couldn’t figure out how to tell him the ones who’d attacked Link had gotten away, and were perhaps still at large. Many were still unhappy with how ‘leniently’ the Gerudo were dealt with, and if they knew a hopefully rogue faction had attacked their prince-to-be… well… it wouldn’t be good. 

But there was also a good chance they were dead. Or lost in the woods, which was as good as dead.

Link said nothing, so Zelda kept her own mouth shut. 

“So, I was thinking we could have the ceremony coincide with the summer solstice. I believe a priest said it would be an auspicious time.”

Summer was only a few months away.

“And it would give us enough time to prepare without pushing anyone too hard. I hope that’s not too long a time to wait…”

He glanced at the two of them meaningfully, and Zelda finally found her tongue. “No, we wouldn’t want anything to be rushed. If anything, should anyone need more time that would be–”

“Nonsense, I already put out feelers for these things before I arranged everything. If all goes to plan you two will be married on the summer solstice.”

Zelda smiled, a small and nervous smile. She didn’t futility check Link’s expression again. 

Her father looked expectantly between the two of them, and Zelda knew she had to say something. Unfortunately, all that came to her were too formal platitudes that her own father had taught her! She was happy, she really was, she just… didn’t want to leave her heart too vulnerable. Being too eager was never the wise spot to be… though she supposed love was different than battle. 

Besides, she was terrified! Her feelings had always been so strong to him, to acknowledge them was almost overwhelming. 

“Oh, no need to be shy, I know you’ve both held these feelings for some time. While my marriage was arranged, and it worked well enough, I’m glad that my daughter can have a love match.”

Love match? 

Well, it was at least half a love match, but what exactly was her father expecting them to do? Especially in front of him? What were fiances who held a secret love for each other supposed to do? 

Zelda knew what she’d read in stories, but courtly romances didn’t seem like a realistic spot to start. 

“Forgive us, Your Grace,” Link finally said, “I think this is all just very new.”

“Oh of course,” her father said with a laugh. “You’re both such good kids, I know it must’ve been hard to stay so proper all the time, but I mean it when I say you can let loose a little. Not too much mind you, but it does set the peoples minds’ at ease to know their future rulers are happy with each other.”

And on that note, they started discussing important details like the color scheme of the future wedding.

…

They left her father’s solar after a light meal and a heavy hinting about future grandchildren names. Zelda had never been so mortified, so it was to her surprise that Link pulled her aside once the meeting was over.

“I’m sorry he’s so,” she searched for the word, “like that.”

“No, it’s no problem,” Link replied easily. “Though what has given him the impression that we have been carrying on in secret?”

At that, Zelda shut her mouth and avoided his eye. What indeed? As subtle as she believed herself to be, even her father must’ve noticed how she pined and sighed when the Hero was away. He must’ve seen how she lit up whenever Link was in the room. And knowing how confident she was in every other aspect of her life, assumed her feelings must be reciprocated, but unable to be truly consummated because of Link’s humble origins. A simple man couldn’t ask a princess to marry him.

But to say all of that would be the same as confessing. And even affianced, Zelda couldn’t do it. 

“And what has you turning away, hmm?”

She knew her face was red when he leaned in in such a teasing way. He must not like her to be so able to tease. He must view her like a good friend. How to answer so he wouldn’t know how pathetic she was? But it had to be something embarrassing, as to cause her current state…

Ah! She had it!

“You may not recall, but there may have been a time after Princess Ruto arrived that I… loudly declared you would never marry her because you had promised yourself to me… and my father overheard.”

“All the way since then…” he said, almost amused. “Did I really say something like that? I don’t recall.”

“I… may have been stretching the truth about knight’s oaths.”

“Ah, that makes more sense. I do remember doing that around that time. Princess Ruto really bothered you that much?”

His teasing roused her temper. “She was just so possessive of you. I had been your friend longer and yet she made it seem as though you were in love with her. I knew you weren’t.”

At the time she had hoped that was the case. She glanced up to see if she was close to the truth.

Link’s sole eye squinted with a fondness, and he said, “I suppose I can keep relying on you to stop women from getting too familiar.”

“That will be your job too!” she burst. 

He laughed at her anger, and it only stoked the fire. 

The lack of denial, or real addressing of his feelings did nothing to quiet the uncertainty within her. Would he cheat on her? No, even if he wasn’t in love with her, he respected her enough to remain loyal. 

“Some kings are allowed to take mistresses,” she said, “but Hyrule does not. It would bring great shame to the royal family.”

Link sobered slightly. “When I give my word, it means something,” he said.

Zelda regretted douring the mood, and added, “This does mean you can interfere in my social affairs with other men as much as you want, which I’m sure you’ll have great fun with.”

He did perk up at that. “I hadn’t thought of that. Perhaps that’s also why your father thought we were…” he trailed off, unsure.

Link’s protectiveness hadn’t been restricted to danger, he’d at one time gotten in a fist fight with a son of a nobleman over what she could only gather had been an inappropriate compliment to her. She later found out through snooping that it wasn’t an isolated incident. Her fourteen year old heart had been aflame with certainty of reciprocity until she’d confronted Link about it. 

He’d responded that she was the Princess. She ought to be respected. 

After a long silence, he started again.

“...Your father, and everyone else, they all think we’re in love. I think… that is, if it’s not too forward…” She watched him with wide eyes. Link finally spat it out. “I don’t see a reason to correct them.”

Zelda blinked. Of course, they hadn’t corrected her father, and what use would it be anyways? “I agree, if anything, it's easier if they think we’re a love match. No one will question our motives, and it leaves less blame on not pursuing a more political match.”

He nodded. “I was thinking the same thing. And if we’re to seem like a love match, I was thinking we ought to…”

Her face burned at all the thoughts of what a love match would do. 

“Shouldn’t we seem more at ease with each other?” he asked.

She nodded. Right, they should seem more at ease with each other. He held out his hand and without thinking she took it. It wasn’t too much, holding hands. They used to do so as children, not for affection, but to drag one another into trouble. And even now as adults they would touch each other there on walks and such, as was appropriate. Hardly ever in time alone though. 

When she glanced up to see his expression, she was surprised to catch the moment of… something under his eye. Just a glimpse of some of that sadness before the mask came to cover it once more. 

“I feel at ease with you like this,” she murmured, “shouldn’t we ought to…”

She trailed off, feeling almost dirty to think to suggest they… 

To suggest they kiss. 

But they were engaged, it… it wouldn’t be wrong to do such a thing, would it? Maybe he would fall in love with her properly if they kissed! 

That was a fanciful notion. She glanced at his lips and a frightful thought came to her. 

What if she was bad at kissing and didn’t know? What if he had kissed others and– And she wouldn’t compare. What if he resolved himself to her because he didn’t know how to say no?

Her rational mind mitigated her fears, as she recalled that she’d never heard of someone being bad at kissing. 

While she was preoccupied with kissing, Link apparently had been thinking much more above board thoughts, and after some strategizing, placed a hand on her waist in a familiar way. The touch brought her back to reality and she was sure her face was an even deeper red. Tentatively, she reciprocated, putting her own hand at his waist. 

Their bodies weren’t flush together, but they were still closer than usual, and she could feel the faint heat of his form. Especially where his hand touched her waist. 

He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Is this too much?” his breaths caressing her ear. She held back a shudder and shook her head, not trusting her voice to come out in any dignified fashion. 

As exciting as it was, being in his arms also came with a sense of rightness, as if that was where she belonged.

The training ended shortly after.

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Prologue- Awakening the Flower

Story- Elain wants to get out of the Night Court and find away to actually help. Lucien goes with her and the tropes of one bed, forced proximity, saving her from a ritual, traveling the world and more together!      The meadow was so beautiful. Full of purple and blue flowers and the sunlight beaming down through the canopy of the trees. Oh the sunlight, Elain could just bath in it and remember the warm sunlight. 

     The Night Court had sun, but not like this. Not like the sun that she could grow all things in. Flowers and vegetables, and everything else. Her smile broke out as she twirled in the meadow and ran, laughing and feeling so free. This was her heaven and she didn’t care if she was dead if this was the afterlife. 

     She stopped at a babbling brook and took off her flats, letting her feet touch the cool water, it felt so refreshing. Chilly, but refreshing from wandering here. She wasn’t sure how long she was here, but this was her sanctuary. Walking along the brook she started to explore the area, going deeper into the forest and she felt a pain in her heart almost as if she could feel the nature. 

     The area she was in was so unkept and the more she wander the more it looked as if the nature was trying to strangle itself and anything around it. She knelt down seeing some roses that were being overrun with weeds. Her hands working to pull the evasive ones. 

     Elain kept going, the need in help heal this land a new priority in life that was until she heard heavy footsteps and a growl that followed them. Her heart pounded as she turned around, falling backwards as she did, almost into the thorns. Her eyes taking on the beast before her. 

     “What are you doing?” a gravely voice came from the beast.

     “I’m..I’m just trying to help. The land…it’s crying,” she said as he started to come towards her. She leaned back, bracing herself behind her. She cried out and held up her hand seeing that a thorn ripped at her palm.

     The beast’s eyes glowed as it saw the blood, and then…

     She woke up gasping and holding her palm. It felt as if it really got cut and the smell of flowers filled her mind and room. She had had this dream or something similar a few nights in a row now and it always felt so real. Always making her question if the dream was a vision or just a vivid dream, or sometimes questioning if she got a new power. Maybe when Netsa lost her power she gained another.

     Elain always thought it was a cruel bit of fate of what the cauldron had given her. She had a future set out before she was “gifted” her powers. A fiance that she truly loved, her sister didn’t approve of him, but she had truly loved him. Even after learning about the fey and the truth about her disappearance she was shocked that his love didn’t run as true and deep. 

     Could she have done it differently? Not to glamorize herself or try to fool him. She could have but she felt like it would have been worse. Her heart hurt less at the rejection, the hateful words, and the unkindness everyday and feeling more like herself. Being part of the family that Feyre had found. 

     The family her sister found was interesting and she understood they knew she was a worthless being. One who was soft and didn’t help much, planting flowers instead of food, but food wouldn’t grow in her homeland. Flowers brought joy though. Soon they warmed up and invited her to things. Rhysand her brother-in-law were softer to her than Nesta though and she understood why. 

     Nesta did push away Ferye and didn’t help at all and she was the eldest. Elain as the middle was protected and loved by both parents, her father more , but by both whereas each of her siblings had her own parents that catered more to them.  

     But she was, she mused as she laid in her bed, getting better. Having fun at the balls and almost opening herself more to Azriel than he obviously wanted. That had been a lapse in judgment. She really thought that he cared for her. Or maybe it was because of her “mate”. Groaning at that thought she kicked off her covers to start the day. No one could claim her. She had too many things, too many decisions that were made for her lately and she would make her own. 

     As she walked to the kitchen she heard Rhysand and Lucien talking in the main hall. She paused, not really listening, but she did want to hear what they were talking about in case it was about her. Elain wasn’t being vain but she knew her mate had backed off lately in visiting and wondered if he had some type of plan, but she was wrong they were talking about how terrible the Spring court was looking without Tamlin in control of his beast. The land is dying and needing someone to take care of it and make it at least presentable for Calanmai. 

     All Elain knew about Calanmai was that it was important to the Spring Court like Solstice and Star Fall was for the Night Court. And well she had heard the rumors of what happened with her mate there. Or what he endured in place of Tamlin to the awful priestess. 

     “You know everyone is watching and I will not let it stand by and get taken over. We need to have everyone up to standards when changes happen. We can’t just let things fall one way and not the other.” 

     Elain heard Lucien’s fire and passion in his voice. In her heart she knew he still considered Tamlin a friend even if he had tossed him out. It wasn’t his fault. He went with Feyre to help her. Thinking for a moment she moved to where they were and said, “I can help.” 

     Both males turned and looked at her and both said “No,” at the same time. 

     She rolled her eyes and gazed at Rhysand, “You know that I want to help. I volunteered to help with the troves. I want to help and not be viewed as useless.” 

     Taking a breath she pointed at her “mate” and said, “You can come and help me. You know the place. You know how to keep Tamlin controlled and who better to work with plants than me?” 

     Rhysand signed and looked at Lucien before saying, “We’ll see what Ferye says and then decide.” 

[colemansdimple]

So I did this quiz on my twitter to see if I should write next a Vicbourne au post war OR a pure vicbourne fic. Ppl voted and the vicbourne au won BUT I guarantee that I'm already working on the pure one and IT WILL HAVE MORE CHAPTERS YAY!

THIS IS A TOTALLY SFW FIC BTW WITH JUST ENOUGH SMUT NOT TO BE SO BORING

When one door closes

By colemansdimple

VICTORIA

Victoria was born to live a comfortable life. That's what everybody told her. Her family wasn't that rich but they had some means to ensure she'll never need to work a single day in her life. She was instructed as any highborn lady. She learned manners, how to dress and how to behave in society. But her passion was her piano lessons.

When she was growing up she had many sweethearts but her family chose her cousin Albert Coburg to be her future husband. His family had a good name and he was supposed to inherit land in the country. It wasn't as if she didn't care for him. They knew eachother since childhood and in their teenage years they walked hand in hand and shared innocent kisses. She knew that if she married him she wouldn't need to worry about anything in the world.

Then the war came. It was violent and long. Soon all the young boys were recruited to serve in the army. It didn't matter whose family they belonged. Destruction, fire and death followed. Her family lost everything they had trying to flee. In the first weeks after her fiance left they still exchanged letters but soon she would write but he would not reply back.

10 years the war lasted. Victoria was now a 26 year old woman with no husband, no money on her name and no knowledge of how the new world worked. When the letter came, the one saying Albert had disappeared in action, her parents decided to send her to live in the big city. She felt absolutely furious of her fate and hated everyone involved in her misfortunes.

She managed to rent a small flat shared with other 2 girls. She needed to get money to help them pay the bills fast or she would have to live in the streets. When she was walking around looking for a job she came across a small shop next to a cafe. It was an antique shop that sold things from before the war. Things that weren't destroyed. She looked through the window and saw the most beautiful piano she had ever seen. Oh how she missed playing her music! She went inside and asked very politely to the shopkeeper if she could play a little for free. She was pretty and managed to get his attention so he said yes. She sat on the piano...she held her breath...and she started to play.

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WILLIAM

William was a soldier. He was raised by his father since his mother left them. She was a good mother but she suffered from mood swings and had a strong temper. One day she just walked out of the door, closed it behind her and never came back. His father was a rigorous man. He raised William to be cold hearted and rational. But somehow he still managed to maintain his mother's kindness and cleverness with him. When William was 18 his father sent him to the army so he could escape the sins of youth.

Soon enough he raised himself in the ranks and became very influential inside the army. Almost like a politician. His ability to say and do the right thing saved his life many times. When he was 30 he met a woman in a officers party. She was pretty and had a calm way about her, he thought. The perfect role model for his future family. Something his own mother never was. They married and soon she became pregnant with his first child. And then the war came.

William barely had time to hold his Alice in his arms when he was summoned to the front lines. He needed to survive. He needed to come back to his family. He couldn't leave his child to grow up without him. The battlefield was brutal. Everyday more comrades fell. He was beginning to lose hope. He was responsible for one of the last regiments standing. They were reduced to boys who barely had any battle experience. Their cries at night seemed to never stop.

Then, miraculously, a peace treaty was signed. He could finally go home after 10 years away. However, when his troops were returning they found themselves trapped in a minefield. He tried to calm his men saying they shouldn't run but none listened. They so desperately wanted to go home. One by one they hit a mine. One by one they fell to the ground while William screamed for them to return. So many explosions all around him. He was starved, thirsty, exhausted and desperate. He ended up fainting.

When he woke up he was in a hospital. Another troop rescued him and some of his men. But others went missing. He would never forgive himself. If he was a better commander none of this would have happened, he thought. When he was finally able to return home he found out his wife had died in childbirth. Alice was being raised in an orphanage. When he saw her he fell in love with her all over again, like the first time he held her in his arms.

But to his child he was a stranger and it took a while for her to trust him and accept to live with him. He received many prizes for his actions in the war. Along with a penthouse and a very good retirement money. His daughter would want for nothing and he would raise her now to be a proper lady. He lacked the knowledge to do that however, and after the war the good schools were still almost all closed.

He was having a coffee one day, in a quiet street, thinking about the best way to educate his daughter, when he heard music. It was someone playing a piano in the shop next door. He got up slowly, almost enchanted. It has been so long since he heard a piano! Then he saw her through the window. She played with such passion and concentration she looked almost possessed. He felt petrified just by looking at her. She was so small but incredibly beautiful. Then the music ended. She got up, thanked the shopkeeper and headed for the door. He thought she must surely be a proper lady, the way she moved, and she clearly was educated in pre war schools. She must teach his daughter everything she knew. As she exited the shop, he grabbed her by the arm.

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VICTORIA

She was scared when she felt strange hands reaching for her arm. Immediately she tried to get away. But then she looked into his beautiful green eyes and she felt her anger slipping away.

- Excuse me miss, can I ask your name?

- It's not very polite to ask for a lady's name before you have yet to introduce yourself Sir.

He blushed slightly.

- I am William Lamb and I'm pleased to meet your acquaintance miss....?

- There's no need for you to know and I'm taking my leave. Good day to you sir.

She turned around to leave but he ran to stand in her way .

- I apologize miss. I'm just an army man and I've returned from the war not long ago. It appears that I've left my manners on the battlefield.

He said with sharp looking eyes. It had the intended effect because she clearly became interested in him. Maybe he might know something about my fiance, she thought. But in the back of her mind she was already dangerously getting lost in the forest of his eyes.

- I am Victoria Kensington. How can I help you Mr. Lamb?

- You see miss Kensington I have a daughter in need of proper education, and I heard you playing the piano and...I felt that you might be the right person to teach her how to become a lady in society. I can pay you well and it would be only a few hours of your time. Please, could you consider my offer?

Victoria thought this was surely a miracle from the heavens! This might be her chance to survive on her own in the big city and she might even get some news of her poor Albert! But she couldn't say yes right away. It isn't very ladylike, she thought, like she's desperate or something. Well... she was desperate...but she couldn't show it.

- I'll give it a thought Mr. Lamb. I've just arrived in the city you see and I'm still adjusting.

- Miss Kensington, please, if you could just come by tomorrow...I'll give you the address...then you will see why I...we...need your help so much.

Victoria agreed to come by his house...and she also agreed with a ride home. Her feet pained her from walking all day job hunting. He took her to her front door and gave her his card with the address of a penthouse. Not bad, Victoria thought, not bad at all for a first day in the big city.

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WILLIAM

He could barely contain his excitement! Finally he had done something right for his daughter! But she wasn't too happy with the news. The thought of having more lessons bored her so she locked herself in her room for the rest of the day. William felt distraught, he knew nothing of children. Why couldn't she just accept he was doing the right thing for her?

Next day, Alice still wasn't talking to him. He managed to get her bathed and properly dressed before Victoria arrived. When Alice saw Victoria for the first time she thought she was seeing a fairytale princess. Her makeup, her hairstyle, her clothes, her manner of speaking. Everything felt different from what she had seen so far in her little universe. Although her father knew Victoria had a secret temperament, something that intrigued him, he couldn't deny.

Contradicting what he thought would happen, Victoria and Alice got along very well. She taught her how to read, write, play the piano, table manners and to be polite in public. The girl watched her very closely and tried to copy everything Victoria did and said. It was like a game between the two of them. Victoria also taught her to be creative, to draw and paint.

- I believe, Alice, that young girls like you are the future of our society. It is still a society ruled by men but you must learn how to navigate it. What I give you are keys but you must open the doors yourself. At least that's what my own teachers used to say.

She told the girl with a kind smile.

William worked alone in his office, his battles now were with paperwork. But sometimes he would sneak to the study to watch Victoria and Alice. He was beginning to get used to their routine. When Victoria was around Alice became very talkative and energetic with him. Their relationship even improved after Victoria suggested he should read to her before bed and always make time for meals together.

But he kiddied himself that he wanted Victoria close just for Alice's sake. In his heart he knew he was already falling for her. Her wit, her temper, her smile with dimples, her big blue eyes, her beauty. He adored her presence and invited her to dinner with them many times. They talked all about Alice and her future.

One day, after the three of them had dinner, William put Alice in bed and offered Victoria some wine. They watched a little bit of television. Victoria liked it because she didn't have one in her own place. Modern things became too expensive after the war. William was tired and fell asleep on the couch next to Victoria. He woke up with blue eyes very close to his and a soft hand on his cheek. Touching him intimately for the first time.

-Mr Lamb you fell asleep...I think you were... having a nightmare...

Her beautiful eyes shinning like dark oceans. He wanted to drown in them and never come up for air.

- It's nothing. I'm sorry to worry you miss Kensington.

He said, moving away from her with some difficulty, already missing her warm touch.

- It's the war isn't it? The reason for your nightmares...do you want to talk about it?

They never discussed the war before. He lived in a bright present and he didn't want to spoil things remembering the dark horrors of his past.

- Miss, as I said, it's nothing.

-I never told you before but I...lost my fiance in the war...he left for the front lines...and never came back. I even received a letter informing me of his "disappearance in action".

She was opening her heart to him for the first time. So he felt he should do the same. He told her about his wife, about Alice, about missing ten years of her life, about the horror that he saw there in the battlefield. When he finished, his eyes were bright with tears.

-Thank you for telling me Mr Lamb.

-William miss. Please call me William..when we're speaking like this.

-Well...if we're ending the formalities for now...then I'll accept Victoria as well.

After that their bond became stronger. Although William promised her that he would do his very best to try to find her fiance, he prayed the day would never come that someone would take her away from him...and Alice.

One afternoon, Alice was practicing in the piano. Victoria and William were listening in the next room while having tea. Then, she did something unexpected. She got up and offered her hand to him. He took it and they started a slow dance. It was nothing out of the ordinary but soon he was pressing her body against his tighter than the music demanded. She didn't complain and closed her arms around his neck. Their foreheads touching. Their breaths becoming more irregular. Their mouths coming closer, closer. Until they were united in a soft kiss. It was the perfect first kiss. So sweet were her lips that he didn't dare to take more. Then, they realised Alice had stopped playing. The music had ended so the spell that binded them was over.

Victoria gave them both apologies, saying she needed to go home earlier. It was only after a while that William stopped staring at the door she closed behind her when she left.

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VICTORIA

She was a stupid, stupid woman! Why couldn't she just be happy with what she got? She had a good life considering all the post war situation. She had a good job. She had money. She even sent a little to her parents every month. Why couldn't she just be content with that? She knew he was falling in love with her. She wasn't dumb, she could see the signs. And she didn't mind it in the slightest because she was in love with him as well. She knew she shouldn't. That it had no future for her. When Alice grew enough, her lessons would be over and she would never see them again. They would just be a happy sad memory. And that was what she told herself every day before going to work.

But as soon as she got inside the penthouse...she felt like she belonged...she felt so comfortable and happy. She even forgot to send a letter to her parents, asking for a photograph of her Albert so she could ask William to search for him. She didn't think of Albert at all when she was there. She lied to herself thinking that she only missed her comfortable life from before the war but she knew it wasn't the case. She loved William and she loved Alice. She wanted nothing else but to be with them forever. And now she ruined everything! Would he be angry at her impropriety? Would he think she was just talking advantage of his kindness? Would he dismiss her in the next morning? All of those thoughts came flashing through her mind but when she laid down to sleep she couldn't forget the way he held her, or his beautiful green eyes or his tender lips on hers! She never felt like this with anyone.

Next day, she came to work as usual but William wasn't there to greet her. He spent all day locked in his office. The next day she received news that she wasn't needed that day. Alice told Victoria her father was away and she would be staying with neighbours. He went to the country to bring news of her Albert.

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WILLIAM

It was the second time he saw someone he cared about closing a door and leaving him. Deep within his heart he felt as if she would not return just like his mother. Of course she would leave! He should never have kissed her! She was his daughter's teacher, she had just recently become his friend. Someone he could talk to and share the hardships of fatherhood without being judged. And he was so much older than her! She must think of him a pervert and disgusting old man who just wanted to take advantage of a young unmarried woman! She must be hating him so much right now! God please let her not hate me! He thought.

Then, he decided it was time for him to do the right thing for her. He was always good at that. He just had the boy's name but he would find her Albert and bring him to her. It was the only way to compensate her for his misbehaving. Maybe she could forgive him one day and they could remain friends after Alice grew up. Although that thought alone hurted him profoundly, it was still better than not having her in his life at all.

Next day he spent it all in his office phoning people and writing faxes to all his known military colleagues to see if they knew the whereabouts of soldier Albert Coburg. He heard her when she arrived. He wanted to see her so badly. But he was too afraid to look in her eyes and see any trace of disgust on her face. It would kill him. So he tried his best to not open the door and run to her begging her forgiveness. He needed to succeed in the only thing she ever asked of him.

It was late at night when he finally got a call. Someone reported where the man he was searching for could be found. A small village not far away. He could go there and back in a day.

He left instructions for the neighbours to take care of Alice while he was gone and he told her to tell Victoria she must not worry because he would bring her fiance back. This did not make Alice happy at all but when she grew up she would understand, he thought.

When he arrived in town, he asked around for the boy and found him in a pub surrounded by girls in irredeemable clothing. As soon as he saw the boy, he remembered. This boy served in his troop. He couldn't remember the names of them all but his face he would never forget.

He was the first idiot that ran after he told them to stay put. The other boys followed after him and most were killed by the explosive mines. His fists closed tight in frustration. This is the boy Victoria loved. He was not worthy of her. Not that he considered himself worthy either. No. No man would ever be worthy of her.

- Mr. Albert Coburg?

- Well well if it isn't Mr captain shit on his pants.

He said with a smug smile on his face, obviously already drunk at midday.

William swiftly got him by the arms and took him outside to the back of the pub.

- I don't care what you think of me. I know I wasn't the perfect captain you all deserved. But I'm not here to talk of the past. I'm here in the name of your fiance Victoria Kensington. She is looking for you and waits your return to honour your marriage proposal.

-Never heard of her...and even if I did how do you think I could honour anything? When the war was over all of you captains got your medals and little prizes. While us soldiers got nothing.

-You all received enough payment for your services. It's not my fault if you chose to spend it all on sinfully things forgetting your responsibility. But enough of that. You will go back to Victoria and you will make her happy or I swear to god you will regret surviving this war.

William was on his limit. His grip on the boy's arms getting tighter and tighter with each sentence.

- I will give you some money to help you and her settle until you find a proper job. You seem healthy enough to support her. And either way Victoria still has a job to return to if she wishes. But you will go to her first thing in the morning in this address. And don't you dare say a word to her about what we talked here today!

William shoved an envelope with a good amount of money in the boy's hands and left. The ride home wasn't easy. He had always done the right thing but now he felt as if he didn't know what was right anymore. His feelings were in the way. He knew Victoria should be with someone she cared for but he felt she deserved more than that stupid boy.

He felt confused and angry. He needed time to think. Time to see if Victoria would return or if she would be happy away from him...from them. Tired, he fell on the couch and slept praying for just one peaceful night, free from his nightmares.

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WILLIAM & VICTORIA

Two days later and no news of Victoria. It stormed outside. It felt like the end of the world. The wind was strong and people were advised not to leave their homes. Alice was quiet ever since Victoria left that day, she spoke less and less. She ate little and excused herself to her room. He didn't have energy to argue with her. They were both missing Victoria in their own way, he knew.

It was a little after eight at night when someone knocked at his door. When he opened it a drenched Victoria stormed inside. She didn't even asked permission to enter. She looked absolutely furious but even in her fury she was the most beautiful woman in the world to him.

-Vic...Miss Kensington...what on earth are you doing here? There's a storm outside and the government told everyone to sta...

- I don't care! I needed to come here... I needed to know...why William? Why did you give him money to send me away? Was I not a good employee? Did Alice not like me in any way?

- Damn that boy! I told him not to tell you!

- Why not? Did I not deserve to know? It was the first thing he said when he came to my door you know... totally drunk and disheveled...he was laughing while telling me his "old idiot commander" had given him a lot of money to marry me and that he might give more if I asked because he "seemed to fancy me".

William's cheeks burned bright. Damn it all!!!

- I... Victoria... I...just thought I was doing the right thing for you. I thought you wanted him back...

- Let me ask you this William...apart from that first time I mentioned him...did I ever spoke of him again?

- No but...

- Did I ever suggested I was looking for a husband? Did I ever spoke of loneliness?

William kept his head down. Shame creeping up on him.

-No you didn't.

- He told me everything, you know...

At this William finally looked up at her. Waiting.

-He told me what happened that day. The boys ran to the mines and you couldn't stop them. That's the reason why you have nightmares, isn't it?

He couldn't look at her anymore. He sat down on the couch and hid his face in his hands.

-It's true Victoria. It's all true. I couldn't save them. I am a cold hearted failure. How can I call myself a commander if I can't even control my own men? And for that I am deeply sorry to you. I am the cause of your misfortunes. If I had stopped Albert I could avoid him being lost and he could have returned to you sooner. I am so so sorry!

He felt her hand brushing his hair. It was such a sweet gesture that tears came easily down his eyes.

-It wasn't your fault. He ran on his own accord and the others that followed him did it in their own free will. You did everything you could and you must never be ashamed of that.

Her eyes shone with her own tears.

-William...I left him...I throwed him out and told him to never come back. He wasn't the boy I remembered...the war changed him...but it did not change you. You are not cold hearted. You are kind and loving and you always did your best for others. Even for me...a total stranger.

-You are no stranger.

He weakly replied.

-I am... although I never felt like one here. William...when I first met you and you offered me a job...I felt so relieved that something was finally going right for me for once after the war...and you gave me an opportunity to be useful in a time when my only skills are no longer important...I thought I didn't need anyone and could take care of myself...and then I got to know Alice..and I got to know you...at first I thought you were the true friend I never had...but now I feel...I know...that you're the only companion I could ever desire.

-I am so old Victoria. You deserve far better than an old bag of bones with a regretful past...

- You are not old! But...I am young and I know nothing of being a good wife...and I know that I'm not as pretty as Alice's mother but if you give me a ch...

He silenced her with his mouth. His passion robbed her of breath. He moved her face to deepen the kiss. His tongue rolling with hers in waves and making her moan. He hugged her tightly and warmed her inside and out. Her drenched clothes wetting his. He spoke when they finally stopped for air.

- Victoria...you are the most perfect being I have ever seen...you are smart, funny, incredibly beautiful and strong minded...and everyday I thank whoever god brought you to my life. I've never felt for anyone what I feel for you...you must believe that...the only reason I searched for Albert was because I thought you hated me after that kiss...and I wanted to make amends...I wanted you in my life and in Alice's in any way...

- And I thought YOU hated ME! I thought you might think I was taking advantage of you and your money.

They were both laughing at their awkwardness.

-But Victoria...what will you do now? Will you stay?

-Do you want me t...

Another kiss, quicker than the last but not less passionate.

-Yes! There's nothing I want more in the world than you to allow me to love you.... will you marry me?

Her face shone with happiness.

-Yes William Lamb I will marry you...but first...i fear i must ask you something very unladylike...I can't wait until marriage my love...I want to be completely yours... starting now...

She always knew how to surprise him. He gave her a knowing smirk, took her by the hand and guided her quietly to his bedroom to not wake Alice up. When they entered the room she reached around, closed the door and locked them both inside. It was the first time a sound of a closing door brought happiness to him.

THE END

[gnattyplayssims]

1938 Pt1 - Campfire Comfort

The snow had melted in Evergreen and Knox had woken Kailee up early to go for a walk. "What's going on Knox? Usually you're complaining about how filthy the streets are. Did you sleep ok?"

"I'm fine, I'm just...focused."

She frowned, "You're scaring me."

Knox took her hand, "It's nothing bad I promise. Is that Anabelle's sweater." He asked, changing the subject.

She blushed, "You were in such a rush, I didn't have time-"

"Nevermind, we're here."

He paused in front of a rather run down building. "What is this place?"

The lot was completely run down with piles of debres everywhere, smelly garbage, boarded windows and grafittied walls "I just bought this place."

"What!? But...why?"

"I know it's a bit run down but that just means I got a good price for it and we can fix it up."

"We?"

He wrapped his arms around her so he could whisper in her ear "Yes, we." He took her hand and kissed her finger "I can't give you a fancy ring right now, but I can give you this. A place of our own, a life together. If you'll marry me"

"Knox! Yes, yes! Of course I'll marry you!"

Knox led his new fiance into the house, "As you can see it's going to be a lot of work. Probably a few years to get it the way you want it."

She hugged him, "I love it, Knox!"

"I love YOU!" He kissed her forehead, moving down her face before finally settling on her mouth.

It didn't take long for things to get heated as he pulled her into a deeper kiss. She sighed against his lips and he picked her up leading her to the dusty bed and climbing on top of her. "How'd I get so lucky to find someone so perfect"

"The Watcher must be looking out for you."

Kailee frowned as Knox pulled away after a few minutes, "What is it?"

"We should stop."

She pouted,

"No don't do that. I told you marriage first." He lay down beside her and pulled on her sweater, "Plus you smell like Anabelle."

She laughed, "Ok ok, I won't wear it again."

Back at the camp Kye had just finished bathing Stefan down by the creek and having some father/son fishing time. "Mama!" Stefan chirpped excitedly as they entered the camp.

Hezekiah's heart leapt in his chest. How could she look so beautiful just doing the laundry?

He pulled Stefan off his shoulders and the little boy cuddled against him. "I brought back some fresh water, and fish."

"Good." She didn't look at him as she continued pulling down the clothes.

"Do you need a hand?"

"No, just watch Stefan I can handle this."

"Oh um okay"

Anabelle had been incredibly distant ever since she'd returned. Kye had done his best to take Kent's advice and get to know her slowly but there was a new wall there that he couldn't seem to get past. The only time she would even accept his help was with Stefan.

One night he heard her come out of her tent after everyone was asleep. "Couldn't sleep?"

"I had a nightmare."

"What was it?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"You know I used to have a lot of nightmares."

"I said I don't want to talk about it, Kye!"

He nodded and stood up.

Anabelle couldn't help but be a bit disappointed that he gave in so easilly but he came back a moment later, draping a blanket around her shoulders and pulling her close "We don't have to talk about the nightmares, we don't have to talk about anything but I'm here if you need it"

For a time they just watched the fire before Anabelle spoke, "I almost lost him you know. Stefan. The labor it was-"

Her voice caught and he pulled her closer. "Hey it's over now."

"It's not over!" She spat the words angrily before shaking her head clear and wiping away a tear.

"I live that day, again and again and again. I'm constantly terrified that I'll wake up and he'll be gone. That I'll fail him as a mother. I thought being here with you would make things better...but I just...I feel so much worse" Tears streamed freely now "I'm a terrible mother”

He pulled her to him comforting her in the only way he knew how. "You're not a terrible mother."

"You wouldn't say that if you knew. The things I had to do to make sure Stefan had a good life."

"I forgive you. You did it for our son, so whatever it is I forgive you."

Another tear slid down her cheek and he kissed it away. Anabelle clung to him desperately. She wished she could believe him but he would never forgive her. That was why it was his eyes that haunted her nightmares. Cold and unforgiving. No one could ever forgive her.

He lowered her to the ground, kissing away a few more tears. Then he was at her neck and a whimper escaped her lips. "Kye" But he was already lost and he knew every place that made her weak. She wanted him to stay there with her but she couldn't take this road again, "Kye."

He pulled away suddenly, sitting up and rubbing his temple. "I'm sorry, I got carried away." She put her hand on his back but he didn't turn towards her "I know you don't want this. You asked to be friends and that's what I want to be, I just..." He sighed angrily. "I'm sorry."

He stood and a shiver went through her as he walked away. Stupid. She was destroying everything. Her brother had told her to leave Evergreen before she let it corrupt her like litter in the streets. Before it put out her optimistic light but that was getting harder to do.

She stood as he got to the tent and she wanted to call out to him. To tell him everything. But she couldn't bear the thought of him knowing what she was. It was getting harder to deny what she was becoming. She was mean at the very least if not worse. She knew he would agree.

1938 Pt2 - War on the Horizon

[soulcheri]

"Only my father calls me Antònia-- Everyone else calls me Toni." It seems silly and feels incredibly intimidating to voice such a distinction but she also recognizes it as necessary. Her father taught her from a very young age to always lead with confidence. He said adults dig that and they are less likely to question you, your success or your wealth, if you aren't afraid to establish any of the above. Besides, if the goal here was to make a real deal with Killian than she needed him to take her seriously. He had to earn her respect just as much as she had to show him she was worthy of his. That's what a partnership was, right? Both parties benefitting from each other or else what was the point?

Though the comment about her father's balls, took her by surprise a little bit. As did the shameless joke he made about castrating them. Toni, in her breakdown of the enigmatic couple, failed to mention to Tyler of Killian's violent and medieval practices. Most of it was all hearsay anyway, like how he ran a cult of followers who called themselves Reapers. It sounded preposterous. Like something someone plucked out of a horror movie.

"That's right," Toni smiled back at Tyler while leaning in against his side to further sell their newly engaged romance. "He just asked me to marry him this evening on my balcony. Isn't that so romantic?" Izzy watched the couple with equal parts skepticism. Her sixth sense was already tingling with an influx of intel just by reading the supposed happy couple's body language. And the ravishing young man's eyes. They burned with sadness, grief, and anger. And said more than his words ever could. "Join us......?" Izzy's brows arched as she encouraged the rest of that sentence. Nevertheless, it wasn't needed. "Oh, I see. Mi amor --" Isabelle's hand grazes her boyfriend's shoulder in an almost telepathic gesture. I'll leave you to do business.

She knew what he was there for. She was only accompanying him as a form of back up. That is, if he needed her gifts before making any deals with Ignacio's daughter. Right now, he was in good hands which meant Izzy focused on the part of the couple that truly intrigued her -- Toni's fiance with no name. "Would you excuse me while I use the ladies room?" As she leaned in to kiss Killian on the cheek, she whispered in his ear 'trust me. I'm having a hunch.'

Afterwards, she turned to lock eyes on Tyler. "Would you mind escorting me? It's my first time here, I would hate to get lost amidst these bright lights and parlor games."

Pretend married, Tyler wanted to interject. They were growing closer and things were starting to feel like old times again but, Brooke hasn't left his thoughts. When he thinks about the prospect of forever, it's Brooke who's looking back at him. He can't focus on her for too long, though. If he does, he'll abandon the Vipers and take the first available flight to Peach Tree, Atlanta. But then Volchok will be killed and then Toni and then Brooke. Which is why he has to focus on fixing things, not running away from them. When he's done, he'll get his life back. Hopefully.

"Swingers." Tyler repeats, a ridiculous smile making its way across his lips. He's done a lot of things with Toni but a potential orgy with dangerous criminals definitely wasn't one of them. "So what if they take the bait? Do we invite them to our swim?" Tyler's eyes cut from Toni to Isabelle. The woman in red wasn't just beautiful. She was intimidating. Her dark eyes made his heart race when he thought she caught him staring at her.

"Okay, it's been awhile since we pulled one of our schemes but...I think I'm ready." Tyler offers his arm to her before setting forward. Killian was at the bar, enjoying a tumbler of whiskey. He didn't come for the free drinks, though. When he heard Mr. Santos got arrested and that his daughter took over the hotel, he knew he had to capitalize. The House was perfect for parties and a variety of entertainment but, the hotel would work wonders for the clients who want more than dances. With all the available rooms at The Rosewood, he could rent his dancers as lovers.

Tyler and Toni's presence could be felt. Killian turns around to face them even before they have a chance to speak. He knows Toni only from the pictures her father used to have of her in his office. He always thought they were a beautiful family. The vacations, the designer clothes, the million-dollar smiles. They looked so fake - yet so disgustingly united. That's more than he can say about his family. His father probably didn't own a single picture of him. Well, at least he's dead now.

"Antónia, I take it?" Killian asks, emphasizing the accent in her name. "I heard about your father. Embezzlement. Fraud. He has balls. I admire that. What do you guys call balls again? Bolas - right? Big bolas! Because if I would have known I would have cut his off." Killian laughs, glancing back and forth between Toni and Tyler. "And who's this ravishing young man? I can't seem to place you." Tyler looks to Toni for encouragement and then releases a breath, "Toni's fiancé. As of tonight." Tyler smiles at Toni and then back at Killian and Isabelle. "We were hoping to join you two actually..."

[sergeantnex]

Karlnapity x Child!Reader: Adoption Incident (Fluff)

There were many demons, incubus, and succubus that were coming and going from the Badlands. The few that wished to stay had to prove themselves to Bad and Skeppy. The typical are you good or do you have bad intentions, kind of proving. Something Bad didn't predict was finding a small child in the Nether just sitting by the edge of a clif on their own.

His fatherly instincts took over and he bolted to grab them. Clinching the little one, they giggled peering up at him with (e/c) eyes. Their skin a slightly lighter shade of black than his own. Their little tail swished as they grabbed at his face lightly. Smiling Bad lifted them up and held them closely, the small child began playing with the leather strap across his chest.

Bad had searched everywhere and even asked around for your parents but never found any. He sighed lightly, he didn't exactly want to leave them here. Bad sat and began pulling out the muffins he had baked earlier this morning to eat. Picking small pieces off, he held out the small pieces for the little one to eat. Bad was slow and careful letting them eat but also attempting to get them to stand. The little half breed stood for a few seconds before falling back to their butt with a pout.

"Aw don't worry little muffin, I'll teach you how to walk!" Bad exclaimed now excited as the idea of having another child to raise struck him. After his short little eating break with his new child, he began his way home. Taking all the safe routes just to make sure neither one of them lost a life. After all the Nether wasn't the place to be unless the person was prepared.

Just as Bad got home Sam and Skeppy had both eaten most of the muffins. Shaking his head Bad moved to introduce you to his two closest people, he would introduce you to Sapnap when he got a chance. After all both him and his son were busy people with their own lives.

"Oh hey there Bad- what do you have?" Skeppy asked leaning to peek more at his partner.

"A new addition to our little family?" Bad replied making it sound more like a question then a statement. He shifted his little muffin in his arms so that the mix breed could see Sam and Skeppy. Giggling they reached out to touch Sam, drawn in by his speckled green skin. Sam smiled letting them touch his hand before they turned towards Badboyhalo's clothes.

°•°•°Third POV°•°•°

Sapnap was shocked to see his father, Badboyhalo, holding a small little Cambion (a half demon, half human) child. Your skin closely matched Bad's but your eyes were a bright (e/c) standing out in the dim room.

"Are they walking yet?" Sam asked watching as you played with Bad's clothes.

"No, they aren't even talking yet but I don't think Sapnap would mind the little muffin." Bad explained gently setting you on the ground to let you use his leg to stand. He had hopes that you would start walking soon. You eyes locked with Sapnap's fiery deep brown hue eyes before he turned and left.

|Months later|

The rage Sapnap felt when he found out Bad was under the eggs control, partially making him forget about you. Sap wouldn't lie, he wasn't overly fond of you but that didn't mean you deserved this. Bad spent more time with the egg making Sap worry. Unable to stop himself, he sprinted to his father's home and began looking for you. Feeling lonely and cold you had found yourself by fire, lightly babbling like the fire understood.

"Hey little spitfire, come on. George or I will keep a eye on you, undistracted." He said letting you curl the tail of his bandana around your tiny hand. By the time he made it back to his house with his fiances, you were asleep. Karl gushed about how cute you were, gently rubbing your back.

"Can I hold them?" Karl asked in a soft tone. Sapnap couldn't deny him especially since he used that tone. Nodding he handed you over watching as Karl held you tightly, your thin little tail curling around Karl's arm.

"I guess we'll be taking care of them until this egg stuff blows over?" Quackity questions Sapnap in a quieter tone than his normal hoping to not disturb you.

"Yeah when I got there they were trying to play with fire. We'll need to take them to the Nether and let them warm up properly." Sapnap explained pulling Quackity to sit with him and Karl. The three of them quickly falling asleep with you. Sapnap made a mental note to visit George soon, since he has forgotten due to you taking a nap.

|The Next Morning|

You woke first, noticing the three surrounding you were still sleeping rather well. Quickly noticing Sapnap you reached out to lightly pat his cheek which in turn caused him to shift away. Shivering from the lack of heat you needed as a Nether demon half breed, made you whine. Sapnap quickly jolted awake when you whined getting ready to start crying, your body giving a clear shiver.

"Alright alright hold on, we'll leave them a note then head off to the Nether." Sapnap whispered writing a quick note for his fiances when they woke up. Gently holding you, he slipped out of the house and took the faster path to the Nether. Luckily for Sapnap lava and fire couldn't harm him in the way it did others. The biggest question for him was could it hurt you. Your squirming and fussing halted completely once both of you were inside the Nether you instantly calmed.

"This is all you wanted huh?" Sapnap chuckled moving to sit by a small pool of lava. Meanwhile Karl and Quackity panicked when they woke with you and Sapnap gone. It took them a hot minute to find his note explaining that you both were in the Nether. Karl placed a hand on his heart before lacing his fingers with Quackitys' own fingers.

"There they are!" Quackity said quickly spotting you and Sap. As the two approached they couldn't help but smile at your giggles when Sap lifted you into the air a bit.

"Maybe we should adopt if we give them back, I think we'd make great parents~" Karl now cooed peaking over Sapnap's shoulder. Sapnap nearly had a heart attack from suddenly hearing Karl's voice.

"If?" Quackity questioned moving to sit on the other side of Sap. You reached for Karl lightly with tiny little hands. He couldn't deny with how cute you looked your thin tail swishing from side to side.

"Who said I wanted to give them back?" Karl replied taking you from Sap. It didn't take long for you to start rubbing your eyes and yawning. Quackity now carried you in his arms since Karl had left saying he had something to do and Sapnap had to tell George what was going on. Big Q wouldn't admit out loud but the idea of taking you in and all three of them working together to raise you sounded amazing.

"Maybe we could keep you after all?" He whispered as their house came into view. He wondered after the egg got destroyed if you would ever want to go back to Badboyhalo or if you would want to stay with them. Smiling he eased himself on to the bed holding you close, deciding a nap would work great as a pass time.

°•°•°Sapnap's POV°•°•°

Much to my surprise I was actually pretty happy with George saying he had gotten too busy to help me with my little sibling. I quickly stopped by my dad's house on the way home because I needed to get their stuff. Skeppy and Sam looked exhausted but also panicked.

"Oh Sapnap please tell me you've seen (Y/n)! We came back and they were gone, we can't find them anywhere!" Skeppy rambled quickly worry clear in his voice.

"Yeah (Y/n) is with me and my fiances, when I got here yesterday they were trying to play with fire because they were cold and alone." I emphasized moving to gather what I would need to care for them. Skeppy came to a halt at the door.

"You've got them??" He echoed looking even further in shock. I nodded and pulled the bag around my shoulder lightly stepping around my second dad.

"Karl is threatening to keep them instead of giving them back, which you know I've got to say. I don't mind the idea one bit, they are well behaved and the three of us have mentioned kids." I explained moving back to the door so I could get home. Sam had collapsed on the couch seemingly on the verge of sleep, not that I could blame him.

Sam had enough to worry about with Dream being locked up in the prison. He was mainly the one on duty, guarding the prison from any potential threats. Sam wouldn't have enough time to watch a child and guard the prison. Poor man needed a break. Skeppy was always gathering materials for the others now, well that or playing a prank on someone.

"If Bad ever gets free from the egg I'll tell him you are keeping them. I'm sure he'll be glad that you cared enough to take them in." Skeppy said with a smile, lightly pulling me in for a hug.

"Thank you Sap, be safe." He said gently ruffling my hair. Rolling my eyes playfully I nodded, giving my goodbyes and left for home. Not expecting the house to be so quiet when I stepped in. Slowly setting their bag down by the couch, I took light steps around the house searching for Quackity and (Y/n).

A sigh of relief left me when I saw (Y/n) sleeping on Quackity, both peacefully resting. I smiled softly lightly placing my hand on (Y/n)'s back and a light kiss to Big Q's forehead. I turned to head back to the kitchen hoping Karl would be back by lunch. Looking in my dad's little booklet on (Y/n) noting different things like them not talking or walking yet.

Giving a slight hum I began to move the furniture around in the living room to make space so we could teach them to walk. Karl would be excited to teach them to talk, while Quackity and I could encourage walking. Deciding I had moved stuff around enough I moved to make lunch.

The sound of the front door opening and closing made me turn to see who came in. Karl spotted me and grinned, quickly sliding over and peaking at the various sandwiches I was making for lunch. I held one of the sandwiches out for him only for him to take a bite of it, instead of taking it. He giggled at my shocked expression. Laughing with him I rolled my eyes playfully at him, before grabbing the plate of the sandwiches.

I lightly pulled Karl towards the bedroom to show him (Y/n) and Quackity sleeping so soundly. Karl gasped and gave a soft aw that followed shortly after the gasp. I could see the love in his eyes as he inches towards the bed, softly rubbing their back. I joined him lightly shaking Quackity so they could join us for lunch. (Y/n) yawned and stretched out their (e/c) eyes fluttering open.

They sat up lightly reaching for me, their little hands making the grab motion a few times. Whispering that I was going to take a shower with them real quick to make sure they are clean. Karl smiled and said he'd do his best to wake Quackity. That man could sleep for years and still wake up tired.

°•°•°Karl's POV°•°•°

I smiled watching Sapnap carry (Y/n) towards the bathroom to take a shower. I couldn't help the pure bliss at the idea that they were our child now. The three of us were now parents of a little cambion, our little demon. Their little tail that swished with excitement or curled around whoever's arm that was carrying them.

"Come on Quackity, Sap made lunch. Wake up~" I said nudging his side softly trying to stir him awake. I screamed in surprise when he pulled me to lay with me, muttering about wanting more sleep. Laughing I tried wiggling free from his hold which made him in turn made him laugh along with me. Finally getting free I turned and ran towards the living room thinking I had gotten away.

My relief was short lived when I heard him get up and come following after me. Giggling I did my best to avoid him, hoping Sapnap would get out of the shower with our sweet baby and save me. Quackity chuckled making a quick lung to grab at me only to stumble and fall. We were both so lost in our laughter that we didn't hear Sapnap enter the living room.

"Alright you two what's so funny?" He asked a smile resting on his lips. Doing my best to explain past my laughter only to end up laughing harder than before. Finally our laughter died down enough for us to explain, a few giggles escaping in the process. We all moved to sit at the table taking our sandwiches, each of us taking turns feeding (Y/n).

"I looked over my dad's notes on what he needed to teach them and I figured we could take turns with them. They don't know how to walk or how to talk." Sap explained letting them take tiny sips of his water.

"I'd love to teach them to walk!!" I exclaimed excitedly smiling at (Y/n) who reached for another piece of food. I smiled brightly offering a small piece to them as Quackity proudly said they would be walking in no time. I joked about having him child proof the whole house.

Once we all finished eating Quackity took their tiny hands in his own, guiding them with each step. Offering small words of encouragement as they made their way to the couch and back to the kitchen. I laughed softly at Quackity's eagerness to see them walk. I lightly hugging Sapnap from behind while he washed our plates and cups. Once he finished he turned in my embrace, smiling his charming smile at me.

"Thank you for bringing them here. I feel like the three of us would be great parents." I whispered softly kissing his lips. It wasn't official but I'd love to take them in as our child. This would be a perfect first step to being parents at least.

"Who said they were going back? I told Skeppy I was taking them and didn't exactly plan on giving them back." Sap mumbled lightly scratching the back of his neck with a grin. I smiled brightly pressing kisses all over his face to show my excitement. Sap dissolved in to laughter trying to stop me as Quackity and (Y/n) entered the kitchen.

"What has you all kissy Karl?" Big Q asked a slight hint of jealousy in his tone.  I giggled letting Sapnap take (Y/n) from him before I pressed kisses all over his face as well.

"Their ours. Like officially, (Y/n) will be our little baby!" I exclaimed turning to cradle them and smother them in kisses as well. Little laughter filled the kitchen when they began laughing from the kisses. Sapnap quickly joined in tickling their sides making their laughter raise in volume. Big Q jumped in to 'save' our little demon from our attacks. He screamed and ran from the both of us, our own laughter joining in with their cute laughter.

By night (Y/n) was out like a light curled up on Sapnap's chest with Quackity and I on his sides. Quackity's and my hand both lay crossed over their back, while Sapnap's arms were supporting their little butt. Whispering my goodnights and 'I love you's to my fiances and our new little cambion.

[the-night-writer1]

Monkie Dad B: Princess Iron Fan borrowing Ember... to show DBK when she and Red frees him.

"there you are mot-" Red son said as he turned to his mother and froze seeing his infant daughter in her arms. He had told his mother countless times that he didn't want Xiaotian or Ember meeting Father after father was automatically freed.

Not wanting to risk any chance father would accidentally attack them. He would have lost his every loving mind if he'd seen his fiance in the rafters.

"mother we talked about this"

"Yes we have and I'm holding her. Thus my husband and your father would not attack her." Iron fan said with a cheerful smile as she rubbed her granddaughter's cheek. She even got Ember all dressed up.

Red only sighed at least she'd taken his concerns to mind. Ember was just holding on to her grandma confused on why they were all fancy. Red son kissed the back of his daughter's head.

"keep a good grip on her mother." Red son said as he put the power enhancer deciding to make this as short as possible. He'd taught Ember better than to be a showboat thus he couldn't be one himself now that she was part of the audience. He cracked his knuckles and pulled out the staff.

"are you sure this is the right mountain?" Red son asked as he hoped down with the staff. His mother only rolled her eyes until the ground stook. A blinding light hurt their eyes before there stood DBK.

"he a bull man grandma" Ember pointed out to the room as she looked at her grandfather. DBK blinked for a moment in surprise at the toddler being there. Before realizing she had called his wife grandma.

"Yes he is darling."Iron fan said with a giggle as DBK walked over to them and swatted down in front of his wife," This is our granddaughter Ember."

"why hello there Ember" DBK said completely enamored by the little girl his wife was holding. Ember wasn't the slightest bit scared just a little shy to Red son's relief. He was about to ask his father to postpone taking over the world for her safety when he heard his fiance's scream.

Then Mk landed on him. Red son instantly rolling over to get in front of Xiaotian when his father's attention switched to them.

"Sunshine what are you doing here I thought you were at work?" Red son quickly asked his head partly turned to look at Mk.

"someone ordered noodles here! Why didn't you tell me your Dad was the Demon Bull king?!" Mk asked as he scrambled to his feet grabbed the staff Red son dropped.

"well I was hoping to calmly introduce you to each other. Not you falling out of the sky!"

"no no that Baba" Ember said as she grabbed DBK's finger when he started to move forward. He stopped and looked the little girl, gods be damned she was too cute for him. He was going for Wukong who was clearly in his bird form on her Baba's head.

Wukong was shook, he didn't see any of this coming when he picked Mk as his successor. DBK took Ember from his wife in one hand pointed to the bird, gently saying," I was not after your Baba dear. I was going to grab that bird. He is not what he seems. He is no bird"

"He look like a Birdy thought I don't get it" Ember said as she started to tear up. She been pulled out of daycare at nap time and while she wasn't cranky she didn't like being confused while sleepy. Thus she started to cry, pulling her parents out of their panicked argument.

"oh princess it's okay! We're okay baby girl" Mk said as Red picked him up and spun around to prove they were alright. Wukong hoping off Mk's head and not breaking eye contact with DBK as he tried to calm down the toddler.

Fuck, he was going to have to reveal himself wasn't he?

"hey let's just stay calm alright?" Wukong said as he revealed himself. Only to whacked in the head by iron fan,"ow! I said calm."

"you're lucky it's only a hit upside the head for imprisoning my husband for five hundred years and now making Ember cry!" Iron fan hissed. Red son and Mk were too distracted by trying to stop there baby's crying to notice the monkey king.

"hey I didn't know you'd bring a baby here."

[alicemp]

Sekhmet sat straight, watching as Alice deflated in defeat, her stance expectant and anticipating. Perhaps she might seem like she demanded an explanation for why Alice lied, but really, she just wanted to know what had happened. The most bizarre, messy, clueless monologue unfolded before her, and even when questions were thrown at her and it was her turn to give her side of the story, it still took her a while to load everything in her head. “So… you lost all memory and you don’t know how it happened,” her hand waved in gesture in disbelief. “And I don’t even look remotely familiar to you?” Endless nights of confiding the deepest, darkest secrets to someone you find comfortable, only for all to be wiped away but those unspeakable truths remaining to someone else’s disposal, was a truly horrific thing. “We’d… talk,” she began, not really knowing where to start. “And… you know, you’d tell me things about your celebrity life. Oh— that, you know about that, right?” Stopping in her tracks to confirm this key information, her brows furrowed in worry, expressing concern and care she barely knew she had. “Please tell me you do.”

It was a mess, Alice was fully aware of that, the moment her mouth opened for the truth to come out. If she weren’t the one who was experiencing it herself, she would find her explanation extremely absurd. And she desperately wanted it to be just a cruel joke, not a reality she had yet fully accepted. 

“Yes, that’s right. Though I met Lupin, and he said I disappeared right on the day we broke up, during our vacation in Jeju, while he fought off a monster, and that’s all I’ve got so far,” Alice added, her voice sounding like it was on the verge of breaking. “And yes, I tried, but I really can’t remember who you are.” It took courage to look Sekhmet in the eyes now, as questions started to swamp Alice’s mind and worry began to rise. How did she know Sekhmet? Did she know she was a goddess? How was their relationship? Did the goddess know something about her that she was not supposed to know? 

Of course, Alice held no recollection of the secrets she had entrusted Sekhmet with. Little dirty schemes and scandals, the hedonistic existence of drink, drugs, and parties that she sought when the world became too much to bear, those occasional steamy nights spent not with her beloved fiance. And her novel-worthy past - victim of child trafficking, petty crimes done for her own survival, how she unlived her foster father, her wild university life, how she climbed and stayed at the top. Everything was gone from her mind, yet probably, remained intact in Sekhmet’s hands. And that was truly terrifying.  

Alice forgot to breathe until her lungs screamed for air, as she was hyper-focusing on what Sekhmet had to say. She sucked in a big breath, and held it in her chest until her mind caught up with a confirmation that…

“Yes, I know I used to be an actress, Lupin also told me that.” It was the second time she mentioned her then-fiance, assuming that since their love story and engagement were all over the news back then, at least Sekhmet would recognize his name. 

“How often did we talk back then?” She could not help asking, dove eyes opened wide in the urge to know the answer. “Were you a celebrity? Or did you work in the industry at some point?”

Devil’s Advocate / Alice & Sekhmet