#Throne of glass fan fiction

[shallyne]

Daylight

This is my very first tog fic (that isn't a crackship) and my very first rowaelin fic and also my very first entry for @throneofglassmicrofics and for my dearest @timesconvert || I hope you'll like it!

This is a song fic based on Taylor Swift's song Daylight

Words: 818

TW: triggering canon scenes mentioned!

Aelin looked at Rowan, really looked at him as he talked to Fenrys and realised once again how lucky they were to be here. How much shit they went through to even get to this point at all and how far they’ve come since they first met, how fate hat fucked them up so thoroughly that they still healed and Aelin realized right then how lucky she was to be able to heal, right beside her mate. What an honour it was to not only be able to have him at her side but to be there for him, too, at his side. Yes she looked at Rowan because Rowan was what she could look at and what she wanted to look at. She saw him and he saw her, she never wanted anything to change about that.He loved her, saw through all her faults, the lines she had crossed in the past to survive, her saw her and he loved her,

She still felt guilt about how easily she had trusted Arobynn, how trusting Arobynn was her only chance at survival at only 8 years older but especially that she had harboured hope that he wasn’t the cruel man she had witnessed over and over again, how he had failed her last test in trust but Rowan...he still loved her throughout her misplaced hope in Arobynn and every fucked up thing she had to do to get them where they were now, to get to a peaceful life.After they went through so much darkness, through endless nights, he was the light at the end of the tunnel. Rowan was her daylight, the breaking of dawn. He had helped her leave the young assassin behind and step into the role of Queen of Terrasen.

Yes, Aelin finally was out of the dark, thanks to her beautiful mate and she finally had the peace to take the time to look at him and appreciate him and love him.

Although there were nights they took a long, long time to appreciate each other it was something different to look at him now. How his posture had become relaxed, how the darkness had left his eyes, less haunted than ever, and his sassy remarks, Aelin huffed a laugh that had both fae males looking over their shoulder. She waved for them to continue their conversation, a smile glued to her face. Yes, his sassy remarks definitely increased, but she couldn’t blame him, it was the very same for herself.

After what felt like twenty years full of darkness, he was her daylight and Aelin liked to believe he felt the same about her.

The darkness was finally over.

Fenrys sighed after Rowan clapped him on his shoulder, he turned around, mocking a bow and bid her goodbye. Aelin stuck out her tongue before Fenrys had fully turned, and saw a hint of a smirk as Rowan walked towards her, the sun shining behind him, making him look like there was a golden glow around him.

After Sam, she hadn’t believed she would ever find a love so all consuming that her whole body would react to everything, but here she was, her mouth drying up at the beauty of her mate.

“Are you done with your broody male conversations?” she asked, picking at her nails.

Rowan plopped down beside her, his familiar pine and snow scent enveloping them. “You can’t really call two people a club, can you?”

Aelin shrugged, turning her face and cherishing the sunlight. “No but you probably planned another broody fae male meeting where you talk about…well…broody fae male stuff.”

Rowan huffed amused and she felt how he leaned closer. “What have you laughed about earlier?” he asked, his voice quiet and deep,

Aelin hid her shudder at the pleasure that brought his voice and turned her head towards her mate, meeting his beautiful green eyes. “Wouldn’t you like to know, buzzard?” Rowan only raised a brow, waiting for her to continue. She sighed, “I was just...I’m happy.” she admitted. Happy that she now could live a life where she could choose what she wanted. That she could be defined by the things she loved, not the things she hated. She wouldn’t be defined by the things that she was afraid of or the things that still haunted her in the middle of the night. They would be defined by the things that they love, they would become the people that made them happy.

“Me too.” Rowan said and although he wasn’t a man of big words, she saw the emotions in his eyes.He knew what she thought and he agreed.

Rowan stretched his hand out, for Aelin to take, and she did. He pulled her up and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Then they began walking, into the bright future that awaited them. Full of laughter and life and light.

[acourtofquestions]

Why do the Blue Blood Heirs & Witches give me Ianthe & the Priestess vibes???

— I don’t trust it, been burned before…

[seeyalaterinnovator]

I am thinking of writing again… specifically for the acotar/tog/cc realm. Anyone have any ideas or requests? Or any interest in reading?

[vortexsin]

Mornings in Rifthold

Aedion loves his cousin. After escaping the King of Adarlan, Aedion needs to feel reassured by his queen.

Dead dove: do not eat (duh they’re cousins)

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{Aelin Ashryver Galathynius X Aedion Ashryver}

Incxst, cousins, dead dove, no penetration, no kissing, dry hxmping, scenting, biting, no blood, consensual, kind of soft dom Aelin, soft Aedion, fluffy

Authors Note:

Hey folks,

This has been rattling around my mind for a while so I finally put proverbial pen to paper. I have a whole series I want to write with different pairings and dynamics but I want to see how this would be received first.

I know there will be a lot of people who won’t like this pair, and to that I say just don’t read it. Walk away if you’re not willing to cross boundaries with this one.

It is more of a deeper exploration into animalistic and primal feelings of the fae as well as Aelin and Aedion’s other worldly connection. I liked the idea of Aedion truly being a big loyal dog and Aelin kind of soft domming him/comforting him. I know this is much more extreme than the books write them, but as always I enjoy the extreme and taboo.

That being said I of course do not condone this behavior outside of a fictional and made up setting for two made up people. As always please use common sense.

This work was not beta read and hardly edited. If you have ideas, constructive criticism or requests let me know!

EDIT: Added more tags upon request. If you’re a fan of Star Wars, Adam Driver or Dead Dove rated fics check out my other work!

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Vortexsin/works

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Aedion stood in the doorway of his cousins room - Aelins room - almost filling the entry with his broad shoulders. It was a quiet but sunny morning after his escape, birds whistling their morning song outside. Bright gold sunlight filtered in through the window of her charming room. An oversized and over fluffy bed, books strewn about in piles, ornate bottles of oils and perfumes on her dresser. And the beautiful, charming girl on the bed, sunken into the depths of cream covers. His princess, golden waves of hair splaying around in a halo, soft snoring echoing in the small room. Just as she had been ten years ago, beautiful and holy to him.

Aedion’s heart ached deep in his chest. His lost princess. He had thought her dead, his cause a wandering one. But here she was. She was so clever, and had broken him free from the wicked king of Adarlan. He shifted towards her, unable to keep himself from her a moment longer.

On fae soft feet Aedion prowled towards Aelin, watching her with lupine intent, drinking in her face, her color, her scent. It coiled around him sweetly, beckoning to him. Aedion held in a sob as he breathed in the smell of bonfires and pines and her soapy feminine smell. The scent that was wholly Aelin. Aelin of the Wildfire. His dancing twirling princess who he had trailed faithfully through the fiery fields. The princess he had trained tirelessly to protect. That free fiercesome girl he loved with his whole heart.

He couldn’t stop himself from pushing himself onto the bed, and under the covers with her, sneaking himself behind the sleeping princess, and curling around her. Arms wrapping around her small waist and pushing into his hard trained body. His princess Aelin, soft and smelling sweetly, safe in his arms again just as they had slept as children. She would often sneak into his beds at night after having a nightmare, not wanting to be chided by Rhoe and Evelyn to be a brave princess and go back to her own bed. Instead she would steal away to Aedion’s room, closing the door with a gentle click and curling up in his arms, falling asleep to the rhythm of his steady heart. The heart that beat for her, his Aelin. She groaned softly as he held her close to him, drifting away from sleep and back into the sun filled room.

Aedion bent his head, nose brushing against her neck, scenting her deeply. It was a drug to him, her wild scent. It filled his head and his heart and made him whole again after so many years spent countryless and miserable. He had honestly thought he would die in that festering castle, in those dungeons, had believed he would die without seeing his queen on her antler throne. Without taking the blood oath to her.

Her scent held him and made him new again. Tears fell from his eyes, their eyes. Their Ashryver eyes of turquoise and gold. Their faces so similar, like twin stars, soul flames. He knew he would do anything for her the moment she had first opened her eyes, and his heart soared in that same way as she again turned to Aedion and opened those wondrous eyes, setting him free from years of slavery to a tyrant king.

They stared at each other for a moment, sharing breath and warmth, foreheads pressed together. A silent conversation deeper than words passing between them. Understanding, love, acceptance, for all the years spent apart and for the wicked things their souls carried. Forgiveness for being something other than they were ten years ago. Then Aelin rubbed her nose against his and turned back into her pillow, pressing into his body, curling tighter under the covers. Aedion wrapped himself tighter around the princess and tucked his nose back into her neck, letting her scent again fill his senses, his body, his soul. They were both asleep in seconds, warm and peaceful, dreaming of the jewel trees of Oakwald forest and the towering Staghorns of Orynth.

Aedion opened his eyes to the dark wood ceiling of Aelin’s cozy bedroom in Rifthold. He was now laying on his back and realized that there was a weight atop him, pressing down on his chest. Aelin. Snoring softly, her golden head against his muscles chest, drooling as she slept. Gross he thought, chuckling. His hands roamed over Aelin’s legs, up the bare smooth muscle and over her white cotton nightgown to her back. Pressing her to him, Aedion turns them over, Aelin under him in one swift movement, curling his arms under her shoulder to cradle Aelin’s head, and wrapping her legs around his waist and he settled against her.

Aedion grumbled softly into Aelin’s neck, scenting her and rubbing his nose along her jaw. He softly licked at the oils that set his tongue alight with her much to her dismay, telling him he was a beast, smacking him gently through her grogginess. He pulled the covers over them tighter. They were wrapped in a warm ball, his hard body pressed against her light lithe one.

“What a territorial fae bastard you are.” Aelin hissed into Adeions hair, referring to his canine grumbling and scenting. His fae male instincts. He had always fussed over he when they were children. Straightening her dresses or hair, bumbling over minor scrapes and bruises. It warmed her heart as much as it annoyed her. But it was Aedion’s nature and they both knew he needed this, needed her to let him be that beastly territorial far bastard, so he could then be her general prince again.

“I missed you, Aelin.” He choked out, tears filling his eyes. He caged her in tighter, his heart crumbling under the weight of that statement. He had been a dead man walking without her the last ten years. He had been fighting for his lost queen, his queen that had been promised to him, to the world.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs pulling him tighter, running fingers through his golden tangles and shushing him. Soothing him, fussing over him as he fussed over her for so many years. She held him, his queen, held him close as he shuddered a breath into her skin. He could stay here forever, thank the gods for their miracles. Only with her could he be soft, be afraid. Only with her could all his walls fall around him, leaving Aedion bare for her.

They rocked into each other back and forth, letting loose tears of happiness and grief, whispering comforts to each other, sweet nothings. Aelin and Aedion had always been close. Closer than cousins, like twins. Had always snuggled close and had held hands, touched foreheads and kissed cheeks, brushed noses. The court had merely seen it as a deep bond, more animal, primal communication, from their fae heritage. The bond between a born queen and her faithful general prince. Her to be blood sworn demi fae warrior.

Aelin’s arms rested against his back as she held him close, the heat radiating off his muscles shoulders. Her legs warming around his waist and she was sitting flush against adeions lap. He only wore his undershorts and she felt the heat and shape of him pressed firmly against her. She wiggled devilishly and nipped his ear, teasing adeion relentlessly. He groaned above into her hair his chest rumbling deep.

Aedion rutted into Aelin gently, whimpering pathetically as he kept scenting her, begging her with pleading whines.He needed to be closer, to hold her closer, to have her be everything his world was made of, if only because that’s what his world already was. Everything she had been and was in that moment. He didn’t care about the faint male scent clinging to her. He didn’t want to be her mate. He wanted Aelin, his princess, his queen. He wanted to- needed to be claimed by her. To make her not his, but to know she was real, she was alive, she was here and to show her that he was hers. To lay his heart and life out for her to take as she would. He did not wish to mate her, or keep her, only wanted to feel for this moment as if he were home. Home in terrasen. Home in their court in their palace. Home with her, in aelins fire and sweet scent.

He let out a strangled sob and pushed his hips into her again, and again, letting the fullness of his member press into her softness. Aelin gasped softly, then canted her hips to meet his half way, the two of them softly grinding against each other. Closer, closer. She undulated beneath his sturdy body as he rutted into her, Aedion’s shorts wet with her arousal. Adeion could scent it on her too, her high pitched whine following a particularly rough push of his hips.

“You beast” Aelin chided him softly, scratching her nails into his scarred back. She couldn’t hide the small moan as she said it, his fae hearing pricking at the need in it. Smiling wolfishly, Aedion licked a fat stripe up Aelin’s collarbone, neck and jaw and as she squealed in annoyance and tried to swat at him, he grabbed her behind the left knee and pushed her leg open as he rutted against his queen, stroking himself against her glittering pink folds. She let out small unrestrained moans each time her rubbed against her swollen clit, her hips jumping and toes curling. Her beautiful face was flushed red and perfect. Her eyes closed and brows pinched, overwhelmed by his ministrations. It had been months since she had even thought about sex, about pleasure. For him even longer. He breathed her in deeply as he brought them both closer to the edge, his senses filled with her.

“Aedion” Aelin whispered, breath hot against his sweat covered temple.

“Yes” he moaned in response, his thickness twitching at the sound of his name on her lips.

“I love you” she whispered, hardly loud enough for even his sensitive ears.

At that he couldn’t control himself, couldn’t control the wild drumming of his heart and the way he fucked shamelessly into his queen, a growl between his clenched teeth, muscles trembling. Her moans became more frequent, deeper until she was holding him as close as she could to her, foreheads pressed together. Their twin eyes of turquoise and gold staring into each other and she again said, “I love you, Aedion.”

They came together then, his pace faltering as her folds trembled against his length. He bit Aelin underneath her ear , hard but not hard enough to break skin and then he was cumming thick ropes into his undershorts. Choking on his strangled moans as ecstasy overtook him. It soaked the fabric and covered Aelin’s already drenched cunt. The wet fabric was rough against both of their sensitive skins, but they each rode the final waves of their orgasms together.

Adeion blinked tears away as he let go of Aelin and swiped gentle licks against the bite mark he had left. He rolled them over again, Aelin grumbling about him getting the sheets dirty with sweat. She laid atop his wide, muscled frame. The body of a warrior, tried and tried again. Aelin held back her tears and she laid her head against Aedion’s shoulder as they breathed deeply. Basking in the feeling of being home, snuggled together and safe. Aedion finally felt settled, a piece of himself finally put into place after so many years of dreaming, of hoping. A thundering cry in his heart that had never died, even in the worst of times whoring himself out for the king these last ten years.

Aelin had come for him, and she had set Aedion free. His queen. His princess. His Mala blessed, Aelin of the wildfire. One day to be his blood sworn.

With little protest from his fiery cousin, he scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom. First a bath and breakfast, then they could wreak havoc on Rifthold.

[gregwild1917]

Working on a fic outline for a pirate storyline and just realized I don’t know anything about ships or traveling by sea

But guess who’s going keep writing it anyway just in really vague nautical terms bc who’s gonna stop me?? The ocean police? They haven’t even stopped piracy itself and that’s been going on for a lot longer than inaccurate fanfics

[sjmromanceweek]

♡ Announcing SJM Romance Week 2025! ♡

Hello everyone! Valentine’s Day 2025 is coming up, and that means it's time to celebrate any and all ships related to Sarah J. Maas' work. This will be a week-long event and we (@moodymelanist & @separatist-apologist) welcome any and all forms of celebration of the various types of love — fics, headcanons, playlists, art, moodboards, or anything in between.

When will this take place? February 8 through February 14, 2025!

Who can participate? Any and all fans of SJM’s couples! From canon to reader to crackships, any and all ships from Throne of Glass, A Court of Thorns and Roses, and Crescent City are welcome! Please remain respectful — the characters are fictional, but the people who ship them are not. Leave the shipping wars at the door.

What are the prompts?

First Kiss — How did your ship's first kiss happen?

First Fight — Why are they arguing? And more importantly, how do they make up?

First "I Love You" — How did your ship first exchange those three little words? Who said it first? Was it planned, or could they just not hold it in anymore? You decide!

Moving in Together — How does your ship go from dating to living together? Tell us!

Favorite Tropes — What are your favorite romance tropes? From enemies to lovers, there was only one bed, forbidden love, love triangles, or something else, use your favorite trope for your ship!

What Comes Next? — What do you see in the future for your ship? Do they settle down, buy a house, and build that white picket fence? Are they traveling the world, or staying close to home? Tell us all about it!

Free Day — You can post anything you'd like to celebrate Valentine's Day!

Please tag @sjmromanceweek and use #sjmromanceweek2025 so we can see your posts! We can’t wait to celebrate a week of love with you all! ♡

[fluttershyybaby]

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[fenrysmoonbeamswife]

Okay okay okay I don't know if this will even make sense or just sound dramatic or like rambling so bare with me I guess

I keep seeing people saying "oh you don't think reading should be made political but you read books like ACOTAR and xyz?" and while I totally get the point and agree with it, let's just look at this particular example for a second because it's completely unsurprising.

Let's be real, the majority of the people who read ACOTAR praise the "inner circle". They see them as the good guys, the best of the best, "goals", whatever. It has gotten to the point that it's almost cult-like, I mean I've seen people who haven't even read the books already in love with the inner circle just because fans basically convince them to be.

Anyway, even just their name is already starting off bad, the inner circle? By actual definition an inner circle is a curated group who move in the same circle. AKA the elite few chosen out of complete bias by the leader (not for any particular care for their people or political savvy because we know they have none of that) just because they're "besties"

This particular inner circle consists of

1. A man who has committed sexual assault, abuse, war crimes, murder and more. Has quite literally segregated his own people and abandoned 2/3s of his court. Knows about and allows the unrelenting physical, mental and sexual abuse of the women and children he is responsible for. Locked up survivors of sexual abuse and uses them for free labour and pretended it was some sort of charity.

2. A man who obliterated a village because of his own rage. Committed physical and emotional abuse and sexual harassment. Takes some sort of pleasure out of seeing women in pain.

3. A literal torturer (granted he doesn't seem to actually enjoy his job but he still does it)

4. A woman who abandoned all of the other women who are abused the way she was even though she's quite literally in charge of the place. Who also said that a woman at her worst mentally after severe trauma should be punished by being put with her abusers.

5. And literally a 1000+ year old ex-inmate of the Prison. Baring in mind we don't know why she was in the Prison, she wasn't pardoned or anything similar she escaped so she is still a criminal as far as we know and she is the nastiest skank ass bitch ever so I can only assume she did something horrific based on everything she's ever said. Ever. (this is mostly a Mean Girls joke because Rhysand is literally a Regina George wannabe but also Amren is the nastiest skank ass bitch)

These are the same people who are pretty racist towards Illyrians, make borderline vicious animals out of Illyrian men and allow them to do as they please so that they have disposable pawns to fight their wars and have left the Illyrian women and children to be abused by them. The same people who have decided that the entirety of Hewn city are abusive, not that there could possibly be any other women or children in similar situations to Mor. The same people who, while they build their *checks notes* fifth mansion, tear down buildings for funsies because they can't abuse whoever they want to use their powers. The same people who got pissed off about someone *double checks notes* saving another world and their own.

I'm sorry (not) but the same people who support and adore and worship these characters are typically the ones who "don't want to bring politics into reading" and say things like "it's just fiction". It isn't just fiction. There is no such thing as just fiction.

Reading will always be political. And I'm using ACOTAR as an example because I'm seeing it used and found it ironic in a way but christ nearly every fantasy book if not literally every fantasy book out there has politics that can be directly correlated to our own. I mean I always say that if someone told me that different people wrote ACOTAR and Throne of Glass I would believe them but at the same time that's mostly a joke because of how drastically different they are. I found Throne of Glass so deep, so much more focused on the underdog, the seemingly smaller stories that add up the the bigger picture, the end result of everyone not just the select few (the inner circle). Don't get me wrong, there are problems with it but a lot of them are called out in the writing and you can see that for the most part it's the writing of a young dreamer. And then you have ACOTAR and it's just so privileged and biased and trying so hard to tell you that the elite are at some sort of disadvantage and like basically you could convince me it was written by a straight white man with 0 effort.

Moral of the story is, when someone like SJM uses Breonna Taylors death to hype up her own book, it's not just fiction. When SJM who very clearly self inserts into ACOTAR and puts her own beliefs that she's taken from the real world into these stories that she writes, it's not just fiction. When she takes real world examples of abuse and privilege and segregation and misogyny and whatever fucking else and puts them into her stories, it's not just fiction. When what you're reading directly correlates to or effects your own political beliefs, it's not just fiction. When what you're reading can be translated to the real world in a scarily realistic way, it's not just fiction. When we could wake up tomorrow and be in the exact same situations we read about, it's not just fiction. Fiction is fiction sure, but it will always be based on real life. There is only so much the imagination can do, it needs a base point and that is the real world. So it is never just fiction

[shallyne]

I Was Reminiscing Just The Other Day

Another fic for @throneofglassmicrofics!! Thanks to my mom this time fore choosing the prompts: Hope and Luck.

Words: around 500

It's been four hours and Aelin was far from tired. When she had awoken that morning, the urge to go shopping in the shops of Orynth had overcome her. So naturally, she had dragged Rowan out of bed, baited him with the best coffee the city had to offer and went on her way. He had barely uttered more than 10 words until Aelin had pushed the coffee in his hands and although Rowan wasn't a very talkative person at all, it finally hadn't felt like she was talking to him in his hawk form, when he couldn't reply at all. 

The weather mirrored Aelin’s mood, it was warm and the sun was shining brightly, no cloud in sight. She was just finishing the last of her chocolate croissant, happily humming to the tune of a street musician as she wiped crumbs from her blouse. 

After being parted from her home for over a decade, this morning had felt the closest to normal since she took her place as the rightful Queen of Terrasen. The city was abuzz with life and laughter, bustling with her people. 

A look to her right told her that Rowan was watching the city around him, too, with his second cup of coffee in one hand and her shopping bags in the other, and she would have thought he was trying to be alert for any danger if it wasn't for his expression. Calm. Serene. Full of wonder. And when three kids ran past them, only avoiding a crash because Rowan sidestepped him, he chuckled, his eyes shining brightly. 

“What are you thinking about?” Aelin asked curiously. 

Rowan turned his head towards her. He sighed and looked away, scanning the crowd they walked through. Aelin didn't expect he'd answer, giving him space with whatever he was thinking about, when he replied, “I'm thinking that we are very lucky to be able to walk these streets. Together.”

Aelin hadn't expected that answer, although she should have. Chuckling, she lightly punched his arm, “Are you getting soft with old age?”

Her mate rolled his green eyes, looking down on her with his grumpy fae male expression, “You're lucky I have my hands full or I'd help that attitude.”

Linking their arms together, she leaned closer and said silently, so only Rowan could hear, “If you check your attitude, maybe you will get lucky later.”

1:0 for Aelin, she thought when his eyes darkened, the words landing with their intended effect. She wriggled her eyebrows when his steps became slower. 

“Let's get chocolate cake, then we go home.” she said. 

“You just had a croissant.” Rowan complained. 

Aelin shrugged, “You're never too full for chocolate cake.” she replied, taking his hand and pulling him into the next bakery. 

She hadn't told him that he was right, that they were extremely lucky to walk these streets, to watch it being built up again after the war. That she could hear children's laughter in the streets, and music, that she had the privilege to shop with her mate. 

Aelin had prayed for this. 

She had hoped for this, and she was rewarded.

[mysticstarlightduck]

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My name is Anna/Anya but you can call me Mystic, Ducky, or just Anya on this blog! My personal nickname is Ani and I adore it (:

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My favorite shows are Critical Role, Game of Thrones, Castlevania, The Legend of Vox Machina (animated series), Star Wars, Voltron, The Dragon Prince, Avatar the Last Airbender, Legend of Korra, and DC Comics content, as well as many more lmao. I love watching movies and series!

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I have worn glasses since I was 5 years old and have terrible eyesight without them (and some days with them, lol, so bear with me).

My friends and I are doing a DnD campaign every Sunday, where I play as a half-elf rogue named Aeryn (he/him). I'm adoring this adventure so far, it's so fun!!!

I love to bake and am rather good at it, but am a painfully average cook lmao (some specific recipes I make are actually rlly good, but it depends a lot on my mood and the 'alignment of the stars' lol)

I want to learn how to knit/crochet! 🧶

I'm a theater nerd and love musicals (:

About my Writing!🏹⌛

I write fictional works mostly in the genre of fantasy (high fantasy/epic fantasy/dark fantasy/historical fantasy/urban fantasy, etc. You name it!) and science fiction (space opera/cyberpunk/superhero, etc).

My works usually revolve around themes such as epic quests, secrets, adventure, rebels fighting an oppressive system, sibling bonds, acceptance/respect, outcasts, and much, much more! I love fluff and whump equally, and though my stories tend to focus on serious topics (or at least darker/heavier themes) within a fantasy/sci-fi setting, I like to have a good bit of humor, lighthearted fun, and comedy to my stories to lighten up the mood!

My main WIPs:

Song of Thorns

🌹WIP Intro: (here)🌹

Genre: dark fantasy, medieval fantasy, adventure/mystery, dark fairytale, eldritch horror (mild)

Style: Standalone (possible Trilogy)

Tags: #wip song of thorns #song of thorns

Short Summary/About: "A peasant girl moves with her siblings from her struggling seaside village to the kingdom's glittering floating capital, but after her older brother is kidnapped, she ends up discovering the dark, bloody secrets hiding behind the long-lasting royal family of the town and must team up with a young dhampir thief, the exiled prince, and a lonely druid girl to save the dying kingdom from this web of lies".

Supernova Initiative

🎇WIP Intro: (here) 🎇

Genre: space opera, adventure, exploration, laboratory whump, heist, thriller/mystery

Style: Episodic book series with an overarching plot (each chapter/group of chapters equivalent to an episode in a TV series)

Tags: #wip supernova initiative #supernova initiative

Short Summary/About: "A young intergalactic thief and his crew are captured after a heist gone wrong and forced to accept a strange deal - complete a mission for the Junction, retrieve important missing files, and get their freedom back. All the while that is happening, Jack Tithus, the protagonist, finds himself trapped as a test subject to an immoral, and elusive, man known as the Director."

Enchanted Illusions

💀 WIP Intro: (here)💀

Genre: Victorian fantasy, adventure, mystery, gothic fantasy, dark fantasy, crime-solving

Style: Possibly a trilogy

Tags: #wip enchanted illusions, #enchanted illusions

Short Summary/About: "On a magical setting inspired by Victorian times, a group of strangers and outcasts must work together to thwart a powerful secret organization and stop a murder spree that could lead to another civil war between myths and humans."

Of Starlight and Beasts

✨⚔️WIP Intro: (here)⚔️✨

Genre: medieval fantasy, epic fantasy, adventure/quest, dark fairytale, sword and sorcery, prophecies

Style: Book Series

Tags: #wip of starlight and beasts, #enchanted illusions

Short Summary/About: "A young knight in training and an amnesiac star mage embark on a quest to prevent an ancient prophecy from coming to fruition as a vengeful sorceress queen's army marches relentlessly onto their land with the intent to destroy all their kingdom has built."

The Last Wrath

🔥⚔️WIP Intro: to be made...⚔️🔥

Genre: dark fantasy, warfare, political intrigue, espionage, adventure/quest, medieval fantasy, whump

Style: Book Series (currently on hiatus)

Tags: #wip the last wrath, #the last wrath

Short Summary/About: "In a land torn by an ancient war between two sides of a continent, a mageborn girl finds herself trapped amid the bloodshed after her past comes back to haunt her and her family. Now, stopping the war may be the only chance she still has to survive."

Tales of Wilted Flowers

🥀WIP Intro: to be made...🪻

Genre: RPG-inspired fantasy, high fantasy, adventure, fairytale, epic quest, heist story, whump, light fantasy

Style: Trilogy (currently on hiatus)

Tags: #wip tales of wilted flowers #tales of wilted flowers

Short Summary/About - "A group of youths rejected and betrayed by society in many different ways come together due to unexpected circumstances and must rely on each other to prevent the kingdom's corrupt Head Sorcerer and the King from reviving an ancient evil."

Realms of Loss

🍂WIP Intro: (here)🍂

Genre: dark fantasy, warfare, medieval fantasy, high fantasy, ancient times fantasy, Viking-inspired, prophecies & curses

Style: Book Series (currently on hiatus)

Tags: #wip realms of loss #realms of loss

Short Summary/About - "In a continent destroyed by the fall of the Old Gods, and trapped in an endless toil for survival, a cocky young prince discovers his role in an ancient prophecy after his brother, the King, is murdered and assassins come for him too. Running away into the forsaken land beyond the walls of his kingdom, he'll have to learn to be a leader and save his people as a dead, murderous God awakens."

Mutant Inquiries/Open Secret Files

🤖 WIP Intro: to be made..🤖

Genre: superhero, cyberpunk, futuristic, dystopian, science fiction, urban fantasy

Style: Episodic Series, still in development

Tags: #wip mutant inquiries #wip open secret files #mutant inquiries #open secret files

Short Summary/About: "In a dystopian, high-tech future, a group of mutant teenagers become vigilantes and crime fighters to rebel against the oppressive government regime and survive their crime-ridden city."

I have a few other smaller-scale WIPs I occasionally, less frequently work on, such as Lies Untold and Jade Ruins, but those up above are the main ones that I wish to publish. I've also got a big, secret extra WIP I'm working on for fun and will share it with you guys soon!

[celofwands]

Hey tumblr!

It’s been a hot minute since I was on here, but happy to be back. I’m an Instagram refugee, mainly do self-portraiture of deities and fictional characters, and I drabble in filmmaking.

Currently, my big project is The Better World — a not-for-profit fan film inspired by Throne of Glass. It’s about generational trauma and the expectations we have of children, and takes place about ten years after Kingdom of Ash. We film in July of 2025 and the film should premiere in December!

I also write, and am working in parallel on two novels: Eternity, written with my friend Savannah, and A Turning of Stars, which is the first book in a trilogy called SEER.

Happy to be back and sharing art with a new audience!

All the best,

Cel 💛

[spicywhenspeaking]

hi friends :) welcome 🪄💖

I'm Michelle <3 I'm 29, an Aries, ramen fanatic, fangirl and average fan fiction writer.

I'm so happy to meet you! :) listen while you’re here ❤️

if you like

Bad Omens (my fics) (fic recommendations)

Jujutsu Kaisen (moodboards) & many other Anime’s!

Baldurs Gate 3 (moodboards)

Avatar The Last Airbender (moodboards)

Teen Wolf >o<

Marvel

ACOTAR & Crescent City & Throne Of Glass

The Empyrean Series (Fourth Wing/Iron Flame)

Star Wars

we should be friends :)

REQUESTS ARE closed :) moodboards/fics instagram templates

WIPS

If I'm There -> It's a RPF fanfiction (pls don’t engage if you’re a haterrr) Noah Sebastian and an original female character, Natalie.

Star-Crossed Connection -> RPF fanfiction with Nick Folio and OFC Seraphina Holloway! Fake dating AU

let me know if you'd like to be tagged in anything :)

coming soon…

A Soldier’s Redemption -> Bucky Barnes x OFC (hurt / comfort)

Part 2 Katara x Aang fic -> Angst w/ new OFC

part one here

Everything Has A Price -> Matt Dierkes Rivals to Lovers fic

Sneak peak

utitled Sterek Smut

xoxoxox

can you please watch these guys for me?

[karespocketboyfriends]

𝙾𝚑, 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚃𝚞𝚛𝚗

Sylus X Evie (OC)

Warnings -> 18+ NSFW (penetration/oral from both sides/lead switch/use of ‘miss, sir, kitten, sweetie’/use of collar & leash on Sylus/orgasm denial), situationship dynamic

An original fan-fiction for Love and Deepspace. I appreciate reblogs but reposting to Tumblr or any other site is not okay with me.

“Doesn’t someone look comfortable?” Sylus voice echoes in the empty room, the ‘throne room’ I like to call it. His eyes fixate on me as he locks the door behind him. “So, that’s where my jacket went.”

I sip from the wine glass in my hand, all the practice I’ve accumulated over the last year and a half helping me remain unbothered. Yes, I’m sitting in my boss’ massive chair with his signature coat draped over my shoulders. So what?

“You took your sweet time getting here.” I lick the wine from my lips and set the glass on a small table next to the chair. “I thought lackeys were supposed to drop everything when their boss calls.”

His lips curl into a smirk that would make a dog tuck its tail between its legs. “My apologies. Luke and Kieran said you called, but they didn’t say where you’d be.”

His shoes tap against the marble floor as he makes his way over at a leisurely pace. He steps up onto the dais and stops, his powerful gaze searing my skin as he drinks me in. Me, dressed in nothing but his jacket, black heels, and a brand new black lingerie set with lots of lace and straps.

“You’ve racked up quite a bill, kitten.” Sylus says, closing the distance between us in a two long strides. He stops when his shin touches my crossed knees.

I tilt my head and smirk up at him. “I seem to recall someone saying ‘don’t make me look broke’ while handing me their black card the night before. I guess I did a good job.”

Three-hundred dollars at the bookstore, two-thousand on new outfits, six-thousand at the most high end lingerie boutique I could find. Compared to what Onychinus has in its accounts, I’ve merely spent pennies.

“I told you to buy gifts for yourself.” He leans over and braces a hand on each armrest, caging me in. “But it seems you couldn’t stop yourself from spoiling me.”

“Bold of you to assume I’m here to spoil you.” I pinch his chin between my thumb and index finger. “There’s something else I want.”

“You’re greedy, kitten.” He grabs my wrist and brings my fingers to his lips, nipping the tips with his teeth. “I’ve given you my card, my title for the night, free rein to use my men as you please, and yet, you want more?”

Satisfaction takes route as I recall the pissed off looks some of the men had as I ordered them to scrub down the base. It’s a task I assigned to the ones who make a point to give me a hard time whenever Sylus isn’t looking.

“Sounds like someone should have chosen their words more carefully. Don’t you know telling me that I can ‘do whatever I want’ is dangerous?” I lean forward a little, just enough for my lips to reach his chin. “Don’t tell me you’re going back on your word?”

“Do you take me for a man who goes back on his word?”

“No.” Straightening myself out again, I smile sweetly and reach behind me. I wrap my fingers around the leather collar and chain leash, then hold it up to show him. “What do you say, Sylus? Make a birthday girl happy?”

His eyes narrow, a breathy chuckle escaping him. “You want to leash me?”

“Only if you’re comfortable.”

“Sweetie,” Sylus brings his lips to my ear. “If you want to tame me, I welcome you to try. Just know that the second this collar comes off, I am going to ravage you until your mind breaks.”

I bite back a moan at his sinful promise. “You should wait before saying such things. How do you know I won’t run you into the ground first?”

I fasten the collar around his neck, taking my time doing so. Sylus is pure arrogance as he watches me, his smirk so insufferable I want to put his mouth to better use.

I will soon enough.

“Too tight?” I ask, peering up at him.

His amusement only seems to grow. “It’s snug.”

“Good.” I wrap the chain around my fist and study him, trying to decide where and how to start. Then, I think of how he usually initiates the start of our games. “What do we say when we want this game to end, Sy?”

One of his brows raise, and I can’t tell if it’s from the unexpected nickname or from my question. Regardless, he plays along. “Crow.”

Something deep inside of me buzzes at his obedience. “Again.”

“Crow.” He dips his mouth to my ear again. “Remember, Evie, that the only reason you have this semblance of control is because I’m allowing it.”

I bite back a moan, determined to remain strong against the poison that is his baritone whispers. His claim is entirely true, and that’s what will make this experience all the more arousing. “It’s ’Miss’ to you.”

Sylus dips his head in acknowledgment, crimson eyes sparkling with mischief as he corrects himself. “Miss.”

It’s a fight to keep from squeezing my thighs together. “Good boy.”

I take a second to appreciate the way his brows pull together, then I tug on the chain until his lips fall onto mine.

When Sylus leads a kiss, it’s brutal, dominating, and all consuming. He robs you of everything that you are and moulds your will to his own desires. He offers none of that this time, merely playing along with my slower pace. It’s new and exciting and is making my blood run with a power I’ve never felt before.

The boss of Onychinus, a man feared by the most dangerous of men, is indulging in his assistant’s whims.

Without dropping the leash, my fingers find the buttons of his shirt and start popping them out one by one while simultaneously tugging on his lower lip with my teeth. Sylus hisses, and I use the opportunity to push my tongue into his mouth.

One of his hands slips into my hair, grabbing a fistful of the roots. I pull back with a tut and pause my work to tap the tip of his nose. “Ah ah. I didn’t give you permission to touch me.”

His nostrils flare, eyes narrowing, the muscle in his jaw ticking. I wait, part of me eager to see if he’ll ask for permission, a larger part knowing he won’t. Sylus may have given me the reins, but that doesn’t mean he won’t find ways to fight me. That’s just the kind of man he is; always having the upper hand even when he wants you to think otherwise.

He releases my hair and returns his hand to the armrest, fingers digging into the red leather.

“Stubborn.” I roll my eyes and go back to undoing the buttons. “If you want to touch me, all you have to do is ask nicely.”

He breathes a chuckle. “Do you think I would ever ask permission to touch what’s mine?”

“But I’m not yours this time.” With the last button finally out of the way, I push his sleeves down his shoulders until the shirt pools at his wrists. “You’re mine.”

Sylus’ stomach tightens as I trail a finger down the centre line of his abs. His next breath comes out on the heavy side, eyes closing and head dipping as if trying to fight off the feeling of my hands exploring his skin. Though this sensitivity of his isn’t a new discovery, being able to focus on and memorize the dips and ridges of his muscles without some kind of distraction is rare.

The bulge in his pants is noticeable, and a devil on my shoulder whispers in my ear. Biting the inside of my cheek, I glide my hand down the length of his body until I’m palming him through the fabric.

His hips buck, then he’s laughing. It comes from deep in his throat and almost sounds pained. “Is that all you’ve got, Miss? I’m disappointed.”

“Big talk for someone who looks like he’s about to combust.” Leaning forward, I graze my lips over his chest. “Is there something you want to ask me, Sy?”

Another chuckle. “You’re so desperate to see me beg, Miss. I wonder who’s really in charge here?” Sylus blows a gentle stream of air across my cheek, making me jump in surprise. “Why don’t you take off the collar and go back to being my special girl? I won’t even punish you.”

A moan works its way into my throat, but I swallow it down before it can escape. Glaring up at him, I pull my hand away and press my thumb against his lips. “I think it’s time we find a better use for that mouth of yours-”

Sylus catches my thumb between his teeth and massages the pad with his tongue, one corner of his mouth curling at the way my jaw goes slack. “You should see the look on your face right now.”

Shaking my head to snap myself out of it, I puff out my cheeks and give the leash a sharp tug. “Get on your knees. Now.”

He doesn’t look happy with the command, but complies anyway. I uncross my legs and bring them up so that my knees are bent, heels planted firmly on the edge of the chair. Then I pull on the chain again until Sylus is closer to where I want him - where I need him.

One eyebrow raising, he shifts his gaze from my body to me. “Are you insinuating that you want me to touch you, Miss?”

I tilt my head and flash a grin. “Do I need to spell it out for you? Actually, I’ll just show you.”

Before he can open his mouth for another arrogant response, I place a hand on the back of his head and pull his face between my thighs. Sylus chuckles and gives the inside of my thigh a gentle bite. Then, he pulls my underwear aside and slices through my wet folds with his tongue.

It’s my hips that buck this time, a long, quiet moan escaping. I slid my hand from the back of his head to the top, knotting my fingers in his hair and resting my other arm comfortably over my stomach. Sylus’ hands are still gripping the armrests, and though I desperately want to feel them on my thighs, holding me open so I can’t deny him, my stubbornness to make him ask for permission to touch me wins out.

“Sylus,” I breathe, feeling a knot start to take form in the pit of my stomach. “That feels really good.”

Still working to unravel me, Sylus glances up. Those signature bold eyes of his make my senses skyrocket, sends pins and needles racing through my core. I’m on the cusp of release-

His tongue changes its pattern, slowing down until his strokes are long and no longer rhythmic.

The feeling that had been building fizzles out. I open my eyes and glare down at him, irritated by the glimmer in his gaze. “Seriously?”

“Was I supposed to make something happen?” He speaks against me, his breath tickling the sensitive skin. “You didn’t give me an order.”

I huff. He’s really not going to make this easy for me. ��Make me come, Sylus. Whatever you have to do, just make me come.”

It’s a total cop out, but I don’t care.

Sylus smirks, and it’s the only warning I get before his hands are suddenly on my thighs, dragging me a little further down the chair. He uses his shoulders to keep my legs apart, bands an arm across my stomach to pin me down, and reattaches his mouth to me so fast I almost choke on a gasp.

“Fuck!” I cry, clawing at my lingerie. The jacket still draped around me. The top of the chair. “Yes! Oh, god!”

He’s devouring me, pushing all the buttons he knows will render me useless. My ears ring with my climax, back bowing so deeply that if it wasn’t for him securing me in place, I probably would have slid off the chair.

Chest heaving when I come back down, I scramble to separate myself from his burning mouth. “S-Stop. Enough!”

I push on his forehead, and he backs off. Licking his lips, he chuckles at the state of me. “Ready to give up?”

Breathless, and still feeling the aftershocks, I glare at him in response. When my limbs are willing to obey me again, I lift a leg and press my heel into his chest, carefully shoving him away and loosening the length of the chain so I have room to maneuver. Turning my back to him, I dig my knees into the leather cushion and lean my upper half against the back of the chair, arms resting on top of it. I make a point of slowly looking back over my shoulder, smirking at the predatory shine in his eyes.

Right now, he looks like a caged animal, one that’s patiently waiting to be unleashed. He’s somewhat docile now, but the second I set him free…

My spine tingles in anticipation. Not yet. “Up, Sylus.”

He scoffs, but rises. “You’re getting a little too comfortable ordering me around, Miss.”

Now that he’s standing, I loop the leash around my fist again, tightening it until his lips are within reach of my own. This time, the kiss is a battle, a war for control. Sylus is a patient man, but everyone has their limits. His is starting to thin, and I want nothing more than to bring him to the brink of snapping.

His hand wraps around my throat, and I moan into his mouth. Instead of scolding him for touching like last time, I push my hips back, pressing my ass into his groin.

Sylus hisses, but doesn’t rock against me the way I hope for. He’s standing his ground, slipping back into the dominating role that, rightfully, is his. “Now, Miss, I think it’s time you set things back to the way they normally are.”

“No.” I giggle against his lips, which were hovering right above mine, so close his breathes are tickling my skin. The grin that pulls at his lips in response to my refusal is almost sinister. “I’m still playing.”

Sneaking a hand between us, I palm his bulge again. His next inhale is sharp, gaze so intense it feels as though it’s burning through me. It’s a dare, I realize, and decide to take him up on it. I fumble with the button on his slacks, pull the zipper down, and free him. Sylus is firm in my hand, doesn’t argue as I line him up at my entrance.

“Do it.” I command.

He’s buried to the hilt a moment later, my arousal making it easy to take all of him in one go. A sound escapes me at the stretch, something between a moan and a sigh that turns into a pathetic keening at his lack of urgency to move.

“Sy,” I sing his name in a teasing tone. “You’re being stubborn again.”

He nips my earlobe, hands gripping the top of the chair on either side of me, caging me between his toned arms. “Am I being stubborn, or are you forgetting that you’re supposed to be running the show, Miss?”

I’m starting to believe that ‘running the show’ isn’t what I imagined it to be. Perhaps it’s just old habits wiggling their way in, but being told what to do is much less work and a lot more fun than doing the telling.

But I’m still not ready to hand over the reins. Not yet.

I puff out my cheeks and widen my stance a little. It comes more from muscle memory than anything else, night after night of Sylus ruining me ingrained into my very being. “I never give you this much of a hard time.”

He chuckles and brushes his lips over my cheek, silver hair tickling my temple. “No, you don’t.”

That’s all I get from him. The lack of praise throughout this experience is starting to get to me, but if I admit that, I may as well take off his collar and put it around my own neck.

I shake off the thought, the voice whispering in the back of my mind to call it quits, and take my pleasure into my own hands. It’s different, moving back and forth on him instead of being told to stay still and take it. It’s… a mess. My pace is sloppy and uneven, my body unable to figure out how to make him reach the spots I want. Going too fast throws my balance off, and I’m not physically strong enough to take him any harder. Then there’s my lack of stamina, my thighs already beginning to burn at the effort.

“Would you like some help, Miss?” Sylus asks. I don’t need to look to know that he’s smirking, I can hear it in his voice.

“Shut. Up.”

Thirty seconds later, I all but collapse against the back of the chair, unable to keep it up any longer. A laugh comes from behind me, one so full of arrogance it both pisses me off and does me in.

I concede.

Frustrated but content with the fun I’ve had, I recite the most basic mental prayer I can come up with and tug on the leash, bringing Sylus’ head closer. Keeping my eyes forward, I reach up and fumble with the collar’s buckle until it comes loose and falls from his neck.

Time seems to stop as the collar and chain hit the floor, the dull thud echoing. The air in the room shifts drastically, becoming so heavy and intense it’s almost suffocating.

In the blink of an eye, I suddenly find myself turned sideways on the chair, knees still on the cushion but forearms bracing on the armrest.

One of his hands is in my hair, lightly pulling on the roots as he grabs a fist full. “Open.”

Heat and relief rushes through my body at the familiarity of his commanding voice, and I swallow him down as deeply as my throat will allow. It burns at first, the thickness of him always a challenge, but my gag reflex doesn’t trigger. I’ve had enough practice over the last ten months we’ve been messing around to train it.

“That’s it.” Sylus growls, rubbing circles onto my scalp with his thumb. “You’re much better suited to pleasing me than giving orders.”

I hum around him in agreement, and his fingers tighten in my hair. I subconsciously cross my ankles and squeeze my thighs together, seeking out friction to combat the need building in me. The chances of him giving me anything right now are low, especially after the stunt I just pulled. So instead of asking him to touch me, I put all of my focus into making him feel good.

“Good girl.” Sylus praises after some time. I pull off him for a break, needing a proper chance to catch my breath, and he tilts my chin up until my eyes meet his. “Is this your way of telling me you’re sorry?”

I nod and part my lips for him when he presses his thumb against them. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

He clicks his tongue. “That’s not a sincere apology. I thought I taught you better than that, Evie.”

The way my name rolls off his tongue has a low, quiet moan escaping. “I’m sorry for stepping out of line earlier, Sir.”

“Better.”

His massive hand wraps around my throat, and he guides me up until my back is straight. Sylus claims my mouth, thumb and index finger braced against either side of my jaw so he can hold my mouth open for his tongue to invade. I feel as though I’m being branded, and it makes the space between my thighs start to pulse with desire. My hands urge to touch him, but I keep them at my sides. Doing anything without permission will only make him deny me longer.

I’m gasping for air when he finally breaks the kiss. I don’t need a mirror to know my face is flushed - my entire body probably is. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Oh?” He chuckles, and wipes away a wet spot on the corner of my mouth. “What are you thanking me for? I haven’t said I forgave you.”

My eyes go wide. “B-But-!”

“Ah-ah.” He kisses me again, just a long, single kiss. “If you really mean it, you’re going to have to do a lot better than that to prove it to me. Wrap your arms around me.”

I loop them over his shoulders and behind his neck. Sylus scoops me up from beneath my thighs and sits in his chair, placing me on his lap so I’m straddling him.

“Up.” He commands, tapping my hip.

I lift myself onto my knees, holding onto his shoulders for support. He doesn’t scold me for it, either because he doesn’t care or because he’s too focused on lining himself up. I bite my lip as his tip brushes against my sensitive skin, and without thinking, I prepare to sink down on him.

The way his hand squeezes my hip alerts me to my mistake. “Don’t. You know better.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. Not because I can’t face him, but because my need to be filled is getting painful. “I-I’m sorry, Sir.”

With a deep hum, Sylus gently pinches my right nipple through my bra. The sudden touch has me gasping and arching my back. “You’re making a lot of apologizes tonight. I wonder if you’ll be able to keep up with them all.”

He soothes the area with a flick of his tongue, the lingerie material thin enough that I can feel it easily. My thighs start to tremble, the tease of him being right there becoming too much to bear. “I will, Sir. I promise.”

“I’m holding you to that.” His eyes briefly flicker down to where we’re almost connected. “Show me how sorry you are, Evie.”

Now that I finally have his permission, I sink down on him. My body doesn’t need any time to adjust, my walls still ready and eager to accept him. Sylus doesn’t offer any direction, neither verbal nor physical - he just sits back and watches me, leaving me to figure it out of my own.

And this, for some reason, peaks my arousal higher than it had been all night.

Moving is much easier in this position, as I’m able to find more momentum in the up and down strokes as opposed to back and forth, but it doesn’t take long for my lack of stamina to kick in again. My hamstrings start to burn, but I chose to ignore it and push through.

“Stop.” Sylus’ voice cuts through the fog of my simmering pleasure, and though I whine about it, I’m grateful for the break. “I told you to show me how sorry you are, not to strain yourself.” His chuckle rings in my blood. “What? Do you need me to tell you what to do, sweetie? I thought you liked to lead things on your own.”

Jerk.

With another whine, I shake my head. “No, Sir. I like when you’re in control.”

He hums. “That’s what I thought.”

He grips my hips, but instead of moving me up and down the way I had been, he guides me forward and back. My jaw drops at the rush of pleasure that follows. “Oh, fuck…”

Moving this way has him repeatedly hitting a spot inside me that sends sparks rushing down my spine. Pressure starts to build in the pit of my stomach, one that keeps getting stronger and stronger with each rock.

Eyes squeezing shut, nails digging into his shoulders, I fight to keep from falling apart. “Can I come, Sir?”

“Oh? Do you think you deserve to come after your behaviour tonight, Evie?”

I don’t, but I’m so close to release, I’ll do anything to make it happen. “Please, Sir?”

He hums, making a show of thinking about it. “No.”

Hands on my waist, Sylus lifts me off him, abruptly cutting me off. I cry out in protest, nails biting into his shoulders. “I said I was sorry!”

“I know.” Sylus kisses my shoulder. It’s terribly gentle, a complete contrast to the cruelty he just showed. “I forgive you, but I’m in control. I don’t mind spending the whole night retraining you.”

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[hetalianskywalker]

Day 30: The Wait

Pairing: Mer Fordo x Goddess Reader

Summary: Fordo gets sent to rescue what he believes is a myth.

Author’s Note: I might have gotten distracted reader fan fiction.

Warnings: Talking about feeling trapped. Some angst about depression and passively giving up. But not in detail.

Word Count: 1237

Prompt: The church is tiny, walls of salt crusted driftwood and windows of stained sea glass. The goddess of sea foam lives there, sighing her days away, waiting for a champion.

Prompt 2947 by deepwaterwritingprompts

Jango thinks over his options for how to defend the Mandalore Sector when the Empire rallies its strength. Mer are coming in from everywhere along with an influx of his Mer clones. However, with the population cut by the recent civil war with Death Watch, it’s not going to be enough. He’s not going to get an entire army of Mer clones and they are aging too quickly. His riduur has full faith that Clan Shirata will have that solved eventually and to not under any circumstances bother them.

He is so deep in thought he doesn’t notice his hands have turned to claws, clicking against the arms of his throne. He still deeply dislikes the politics of being Sea Alor; he would much rather be doing the fighting instead of the ruling. And he will be doing that when the empire comes, but even Sea Alors have limits.

“You could always see if the sea dragons are real?” Boba offers sarcastically with a half smile. The fact his son was now a teenager is still a weird thought to wrap his mind around.

“They are real, but…” Jango thinks about it over a long moment. There is an ancient myth about one of the Sea Alors ordering the dragons to sleep. Jango had also believed the myths to be false until Jaster showed him the stone remnants of one at the bottom of an ocean trench. “There would only be a handful left if that. It’s something to consider though.”

“Dragons are real…” Boba stares at him in utter disbelief and Jango resists the very powerful urge to laugh. He can remember his own similar reaction.

“We might as well send a champion to free the goddess of sea foam then.” Boba chuckles, trying to regain his composure.

“That’s not a bad idea either.”

“What!?”

The church is tiny, walls of salt crusted driftwood and windows of stained sea glass. The goddess of sea foam lives there, sighing her days away, waiting for a champion. It’s an ancient myth Fordo has heard many times.

There was once an age of gods born of magic itself. There were far too many deities to count, but the god of the sea created the Mer and established the island of Mandalore as the center of all sea magic. Eventually, the gods began to die off. The sea did not leave his children without protection and blessed the first Sea Alor with the last of his power. As he lay dying, he told the Sea Alor that there was one deity left: his youngest child. He had locked her away to protect her from what was happening to every other deity. And only a champion could release her.

Fordo had thought Jango had lost his mind when he gave him this mission and told him the long passed down location. Fordo was one of the first and only Alpha ARCs to come to Mandalore after the end of the war. If the myth was true, he understood why he was being sent; returning with a deity who is hidden behind a multitude of magic barriers, traps, and a sea serpent would require an Alpha ARC. Either way though, if the Sea Alor had lost his mind, at least he wasn’t stuck with Alpha-17’s mission.

Fordo had just arrived when the Ice Sea Dragon had landed with Commander Mayday. The legends of their strength were far more accurate than he wanted to admit. He did not envy the fact Alpha was given orders to bring back the Sea Dragon that was refusing the Sea Alor’s call. He was starting to think Alpha’s theory that Jango hated him had more truth than he originally thought.

The church is tiny, walls of salt crusted driftwood and windows of stained sea glass. You, the goddess of sea foam, live here, sighing your days away, waiting for a champion. Your life has been long slumbers and waiting for far too long. It’s becoming harder for you to remember what the other gods looked like or how the ocean feels on your skin.

Something interrupts your numb and unending routine. A Mer dressed in red and white armor opens the front doors; doors that never opened for you no matter how you kicked and screamed against them.

“Are you the goddess of sea foam?” He pants, trying to catch his breath. This is another hallucination; there is no one really there. You turn and look out the door. The ocean looks so real.

“Are you my champion?” You ask softly. You delicately walk up to him and reach out your hand. His gloved one meets yours; you both stare in complete and utter blissful shock when neither of you disappears.

You practically launch yourself into his arms. You cry out in relief at not being forgotten as you hold onto him for dear life. Deep down, you’re still afraid he will vanish and you shall continue on your father’s well meaning prison. You are finally leaving.

He introduces himself as Fordo as he maneuvers you to carry you bridal style; he had no doubt noticed the terrible state of your legs after not moving around your prison for the last who knows how long. You lost track of how long ago you gave up.

You give him your true name as you wrap your arms around his neck. He gently walks you out into the open air of your hidden island. You're crying when you see the world you had been locked away from; you had forgotten how bright and beautiful it is.

Fordo walks you down to the shore and you stare in awe at what was once your father’s domain. “Thank you.”

He gives you a gentle squeeze in reply before heading out into the water. Fordo shifts into his massive red and white tail. You laugh at the feeling of using your gills again, but don’t change in any other way.

He gives a small smile when you notice he’s watching you. You flush, looking anywhere else. “Don’t be embarrassed.” Fordo says understandingly. “I think we all had reactions like that when we realized that we could enjoy the rest of the world outside Kamino.”

“What do you mean?” It concerns you that he understood your feeling of being trapped and the joy of freedom afterward. The idea of someone keeping your rescuer locked away from the world bothers you greatly.

“It’s a long story.” He states looking at the waters ahead. You both have to get past all the old magic barriers to get to his ship.

“We have time.” You urge. While he avoids it at first, you wear him down over the long journey home.

You almost slap the Sea Alor when you make it to Mandalore. While Fordo finds it attractive, he’s not about to deal with the fallout and holds your hand so you can’t attempt it. With the empire coming, you all have other things to worry about.

While you aren't a powerful combative yourself, you can multiply the magic of the Mer around you. With such an important ability, Fordo gets assigned to guard you and you don’t let the opportunity go to waste to get to know your champion better.

Love comes much later, but it comes. After waiting so long for freedom, everything else seems like an inconsequential wait. Besides, Fordo is worth it.

[bambiesfics]

𝜗𝜚 Don’t be stranger

wanna know my name?

it’s Bambie. My mutuals (I love you sm) nicknamed me BamBam, Bambs and Bamberella. I’m a black fem writer <3

age?

I’m in my early twenties, just started!

blood type?

type o negative (jk, that’s a band I listen to).

where I live?

Ooh’ Canada our home & Native land. True patriot love in all thy sons command! 🇨🇦

what I look like?

gonna get my hair done and show you soon

hobbies

going to underground raves, crocheting cute items, curating new Pinterest boards, re-inventing my style monthly, falling asleep on mdma, getting distracted despite having a lot of work to do (live, laugh love adhd), responding to anons, reading slightly boring fiction (🤍 Hi Mieko Kawakami, ily), making my crushes in the sims 4, people-watching on my college campus (so many artsy/alt hotties), making up scenarios to songs, reading manga.

fandoms I love?

aside from The last of us (my baby), I like Yellowjackets (sapphic fandom too), Voltron, The Walking Dead (zombies yum), Castlevania, Adventure time (I’m a bubbline WARRIOR, and I want to sit on marceline’s face), My little pony (Do. Not. Laugh), and too many anime’s to list (send me an ask abt them if ur ever curious ) + a few more

music?

Just to give you a range: crystal castles (Alice glass only), ken Carson, Tool, Hole, Kittie, Traitrs, Destroy lonely, iggy pop, lancey foux, Boy Harsher, Alex g, Team Sleep, Arca, Bring me the Horizon, Blood Orange, vocaloid, City girls, Yves tumour, Elliot smith, Mitski, Yeat + more

shows?

the fandoms I mentioned + Interview with the vampire (it’s entertaining, strongly recommend), The boys, The Bear, Game of thrones, Shameless, The white lotus, Rick and Morty

aesthetic?

I jump back and forth a lot on it. But right now I’m leaning towards bimbo-core. Pink lipgloss, pink clothes, cleavage spilling, tight clothes, camel-toe facing the world, high pleaser heels, long acrylic nails to hold the strap.

say no to?

Drugs

say yes to?

Sucking the strap

quick game of this or that ?

Mascs or fems? Both, just want a wife

Hot weather or cold weather? Hot weather

Pancakes or waffles? Waffles

Pineapple on pizza or no? Pineapples on pizza

Ability to turn invisible or ability to read minds? Turn invisible

Shopping in-store or online? Online (Covid changed me)

Shower or bath? Shower (that one icarly episode changed me)

Avocado toast or waffles with Maple syrup? I’m Canadian, it’s waffles n’ syrup for me.

While sleeping: Fan or No Fan? Fan on, even in winter

Live on a farm or live in a forest cabin? Forest cabin

Tumblr or Twitter? Twitter, even though it’s bad for my mental health.

Kids or no kids? Kids, wanna give my wife a small family

Ass or tits? Tits. But it’s ironic for me considering I have a huge fucking butt.

Ellie or Abby? Love you Abbydoll but it’s gone have to be Ellie.

Hope you’ve warmed up to me a bit, see you bae.

Me af if u even care ^ 🦌

[gguk-n]

Meeting you was golden (Royal Prince!Jungkook X Maid!Y/N)

Greetings!! I'm an avid fan fiction reader but not a writer. I vividly dream about Jungkook. So, I thought I'd write down this daydream I had inspired by his debut album, GOLDEN. I'm gonna try to be consistent with my uploads, please support my work and thank you for reading.

CHAPTER #1- 3 Dimensional Figure

Walking through the maze of large bamboo stalks, lead him no where. The weather was chilly and some how, he was only wearing a white tunic and black pants. His feet hit the cold, wet floor; a shiver shuddered out of his lips. As if on cue, a girl appeared, she held a lamp, that shone so brightly, the maze seemed like a garden. He followed the girl for what seemed eternity and was led to a small cabin. The cabin was in shambles with the roof collapsing in on it self. The girl didn't turn, she never did. She was the only help he got when he was stuck in the maze. "I'm the Royal Prince of this land, I command you to turn." Jungkook announced. As she was turning, as if on cue, Jungkook woke up in a cold sweat. The weather was warm and the fire place was smoldering.

Jungkook sat up and reached for the glass of water on the table. He gulped it down in one go. It was always like this, Jungkook thought. Did this girl really exist, or was she a figment of Jungkook's imagination. Countless expeditions and wars, had traumatised him. All the death and blood shed weighed heavily on his heart. But there wasn't much he could do, as the crown prince. One day, his father was to step off the throne and hand it over to him. Those were the days when Jungkook dreamt of running away to a far away land, where no one knew him. If only his brother hadn't married the only child of a neighbouring kingdom and ascended the throne as was required to as the oldest son. Now, Jungkook stood trying to understand the politics in his father's court.

That girl, who Jungkook had quiet fondly named Sunflower, was the only escape and also the only thought that occupied his empty head. How did he start seeing these dreams, he wondered. It started on a random day after he had returned from his annexure of a smaller kingdom. Initially, he had thought that maybe it was the spirit of the deceased and paid his respects. But when she kept coming back to him, he knew that this was different. He couldn't tell anyone, they would deem him mentally insane and have him institutionalised. Slowly, but surely she had taken a place in Jungkook's heart. He wouldn't like to admit it, but he saw her around the castle sometimes; or so he thought.

During his archery lesson, Jungkook saw a silhouette of a girl passing through the castle window. She seemed to be prancing along, until he could see no more. He had thought about following the figure but she wasn't real and it would be fruitless. Min Yoongi, his older friend, a part of the country's military forces, and also the best archer in the country, snapped him out of his thoughts. "Jungkook, you're gonna have to focus on the target, we can't damage the royal property no matter how attractive it sounds." Jungkook turned towards him with a smile, contemplated telling him about the girl in his dreams. Well, it's Yoongi, he would probably understand, Jungkook thought and suddenly blurted out. "I've been seeing this girl in my dream for the past few months. I have no clue why it started, but whenever I'm about to see her face I wake up. A while back I started seeing her around the castle. Just like the 'figure' I just followed along with my eyes now." Yoongi's face scrunched and seemed to be in thought, it was as if a light bulb had gone off in his head. "Jungkook, you do know the figure you followed is a real person." Jungkook was extremely confused, Yoongi also saw the figure? As if Yoongi could read minds, nodded and continued to explain that she was one of the new maids, she mostly helped around the garden, hence Yoongi remember's seeing her. He added that she was kind of shy and bit of an outcast among her peers so she spent most of her time helping the gardeners. The look on Jungkook's face was priceless. The way it changed from confused to shocked to understanding. This would explain the dream, since they started a few months back.

As Jungkook wiped the sweat off his forehead after a long and grueling practise, he heard a distant bark, he walked towards the source. A litter of puppies, 4 to be exact, play fighting among themselves. They didn't look more than 3 months old. All of them were golden with a speck of white here and there except one which had a shiny jet black coat. Jungkook bent down to pet them when he heard a cheerful voice call out, "I'm hear" Jungkook looked up and the owner of the voice almost dropped the food she was carrying.

Y/N quickly bowed her head towards the prince and started profusely apologising for bringing puppies on the premise. She had found them 2 months back with their dead mother providing them warmth. Jungkook stood up, took the food from her, "They're very hungry, I haven't been able to come as often. Please don't tell any one, I'll take them away." Y/N cried. Jungkook looked at her, smiled and said, "There will be no need for that. I would like to take the dogs in as royal puppies and train them for hunts, since they seem to be golden retrievers." Y/N contemplated letting him take the puppies, before she could decide and without any prior thought blurted, "Will I still be able to see them?" "I wouldn't separate them from their mother, now would I." Jungkook chuckled. He placed the food on the ground and the puppies pounced on the bowl of meat, "It seems to be that they are eating better than I do." Jungkook smirked and asked Y/N. Y/N shook her head aggressively and told him that it was all scraps that the kitchen was throwing out. Jungkook didn't seem satisfied with the answer and left, only to come back a while later with the head of his infantry, Jung Hoseok. Hoseok couldn't help but coo at the puppies and enveloped them in a big hug. He carried the puppies in his arms, who seemed to be happy to be there.

Y/N spent the next few days in and out of the royal dog house, where the puppies seemed to have won the heart of everyone, even the grumpy old doberman. Y/N had seen Prince Jungkook once after that when she had run in on him and the puppies rough housing; though she had left promptly. Jungkook has thought that maybe this would let him talk to the girl from his dreams, but it seemed futile since she would always turn the other way if she spotted him. Now as the crown prince, Jungkook decided that he would now be using his powers in his favour. Before long, Y/N was summoned by the head maid, as per the Queen's order, fearing the worst. She was sure the Prince had tattled on her, he was such a mama's boy after all. So, it came as a shock when The Queen asked her to take over Prince Jungkook's chamber duties and follow him around to assist him. Y/N's jaw almost dropped, she knew the pay would drastically increase and so would the hours. But who cared, if she was able to pay it off soon, she thought.

It was early morning, the day she was supposed to start learning the ins and outs of serving Jungkook, his previous maid was also his nanny and hence old, she appreciated the help and was quite sad that she would be retiring soon. Y/N walked behind the pervious chamber maid and helped open the curtains. The sun shone brightly in to the room and made Prince Jungkook's skin glow and bring to her attention that he slept naked and had the perfect body, covered in the occasional scar. Her predecessor called out Jungkook and he began to stir, when she left to start the water for him to get ready. She asked Y/N to go make sure he was awake since he was a struggle in the morning. Jungkook 'woke up' to the faintest cough and a figure staring at him from the corner of his bed. He smiled when his eyes recognised the owner of the voice as Y/N.