#acor fic

[boneandfur]

Choices Flash Fic! DarkFic; Tobias x F!MC

Angels in Hell

@choicesflashfics #36. Uses prompt #2, "You’re allowed to fall apart a little."

A/N: I started writing this before I thought to grab a prompt, and it went to dark places. It was supplied to be a Harper x Ethan, but F!MC started talking... That's it. This fic is dark and I'm not sure why it came out, since it seems like the first chapter rather than a one shot. // Words: 1150 // Pairing: light f!mc x Tobias, acor MC x Antony (implied) // implied age gap relationship.

I always knew I'd end up working for the Outfit, from the time Uncle Tony caught me with a plastic stethoscope in my hands, to the day that Uncle Sam signed my soul over to the combat medical corps.

We need good people... like you, Chiara. You're the brains and Sy is the brawn. There will always be a place for the both of youse in the Outfit.

Is that because of Mama? I asked as I stood in front of Uncle Tony's desk and watched him swallow his grief along with his Campari, gold rings glittering. The shadow of two days beard was heavy on his jaw, and I yearned to reach out, to touch him, but instead crumpled the acceptance letter to Edenbrook in my pocket into a smaller and smaller ball, trying to keep my breathing steady as I watched him, the hero of my girlhood, the master of us all.

He set the glass down on his desk, the sound of it like the funeral bells that had gonged as the hearse pulled away from the cathedral steps in Little Italy, and I felt my throat tighten too. I swallowed my grief with my wine, clinking his glass in a toast. To her, then. I would always live in her shadow, until I could prove my worth.

Uncle Tony's eyes glistened wetly. Arin was a good woman. Bellissima... my tiger. You remind me of her, Princess. That blonde hair, and those eyes... Dio in paradiso, but she was a hurricane. And you are her very image...

Even though he'd married Octavia, I knew Mama had been the love of his life. Uncle Tony would have died for her, and nearly did. That was why I gave him my pledge of loyalty, right there in that room. A pledge for love, the kind that lasts beyond the grave.

And when I returned, I was no longer Chiara Valentine, Arin Valentine's little princess, but Chiara Valentine, combat medic and fast tracked through medical school due to all the strings pulled by Uncle Tony. It wasn't that I couldn't have done it on my own recognizance, but time was a luxury we didn't have after Doc Claudius had gotten his brains blown out by the Family, out in Drakovia. And Sy was in the clink. Again. For stealing cars from some gang in LA, connected to the Yakuza.

The Campari on the desk turned into the Negroni at the bar, and I was staring up into the golden eyes of my boss's and biggest mistake's biggest rival, the one and only Dr Tobias Carrick.

"Valentine." His upper lip curled, and I itched to smack the smugness right off his face, but I'd probably break a nail. After all, I was the Brains. I'd never fought anyone closer than fifty paces in my life, and we'd been in a tank. "Am I really that ugly, little princess, or do you scowl like that at all the plebs?"

If it were up to me, men like him would be six feet under, but I'd promised to hold my peace on mob soil, and the last thing Uncle Tony needed was a war with the Irish. Not that he'd do it for my sake -- it had been Mama who held his heart, and always would. So when I opened my mouth, what came out next surprised me. "I lost ... I lost someone. Today... it's the anniversary of her death."

"Bartender!" Tobias waved down the hipster serving white claw spritzers to the masses. "Get us a bottle of -- what's your poison, princess?"

"Limoncello." I didn't have to hesitate when the bartender slid the bottle down, and poured us two, on the rocks.

He prepared to knock back the entire glass when I caught him on the sleeve, for a moment looking thrown off his game, like he'd never seen a woman before. "Whoa there, Princess."

"Do you know what they say, Dr Carrick? They say that only the dead have seen the end of war. That's Plato. And don't call me princess." That's Antony's name for me.

"You’re allowed to fall apart a little." He touched my cheek gently, and it was only then that I realized I was crying. "Was it... a patient?"

What could I tell him? Of Afghanistan, and the starless desert skies that seemed to reach into the abyss, or of that single moment when my life changed forever? Or of how my life now seemed laid out before me in a single straight line with only a few stops along the way, Chicago to Afghanistan, to Boston and soon, soon, sooner than anyone could ever know, back again.

A pledge for love, the kind that lasts beyond the grave.

"She's been dead a long time." I wiped my cheek angrily with my sleeve, streaks of mascara coming away on it. "My mother. She died, and no one ever figured out what it was that killed her. That's why I'm here, really." I had never admitted the truth out loud before, to anyone.

Antony had come to find me at the barracks. I'd been barely eighteen, and one year in the army already. We'd drunk Limoncello til midnight, Arin Valentine's favorite drink, and we'd held one another and wept. In the morning, he'd left me with blood still drying on the sheets and an ache in my heart that no amount of Limoncello would ever ease.

A pledge for loyalty, until I stepped out of her shadow and proved my worth.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Tobias rubbed a hand over his stubbled jaw and held out a hand. "We can just walk, Chiara. You look like you need some air. I won't talk about old business tonight, and it's not a trick, I... I promise."

I took his hand, Dio in paradiso, heaven and hell. Eyes as gold as the sunless desert sands. "You can talk about it all you want, Tobias." I don't care if we win, after all, a snap of the fingers, a pouch filled with thirty pieces of silver, a handshake in a back room, that grant will end up lining the pockets of Edenbrook instead of Mass Kenmore, whether Tobias Carrick likes it or not.

I'll be going back to the Outfit, my mother's daughter, back to Antony. For I owe so much more to him than blood. Life and loyalty, and a love that never dies.

"Valentine?" Tobias waited by the door, jacket thrown over one shoulder, looking at me with a troubled question in his eyes. If I slid off the stool now, I'd have to make that choice. I'd have to face the truth about what drove me to this place, to Boston, to Edenbrook, and to stare at my own reflection in a glass of Limoncello as I counted the stars like the drops of blood in a vein, all the way down the bloody years.

Blood on my hands, blood on the sheets, washed clean by my tears.

Demoni in paradiso, angeli all'inferno.

Only the dead have seen the end of war.

[epiclazershark]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016), A Courtesan of Rome (Visual Novel) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Maxine "Max" Mayfield Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Ancient Rome, Alternate Universe - Gladiators, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Alpha/Omega, Established Relationship, Established Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Happy Ending, Post Mpreg, Sex Worker Steve Harrington, Sex Work, courtesan Steve harrington, Gladiator Billy Hargrove, Billy Hargrove Loves Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Loves Billy Hargrove, Max is Steve and Billys daughter, The roman invasion of Gaul, Slavery, Spoils of War, this is set in ancient Rome y'all it was not a nice place, that being said this fic is mostly fluff, a courtesan of rome au, kinda you don't have to know what that is to understand this fic, but if you do Billy is victus, And Steve is a hybrid between MC and Delphina Summary:

Steve and Billy haven't seen each other since they were ripped apart by the Rome invasion of their home eight years ago, but Steve's client taking him to see the new gladiator in the ring, allows them to find each other again. Now they have to escape, and Steve has to tell Billy about the secret he's had to keep since they were kept apart.

[1d-girl]

#onlyyesterdaywasthetimeofourlife

we love you tommo 🩷

[thefirstcourtesan]

Along Came Treble? That is a terrible title, I am assuming it is a music book, but still bad. The Ghost of Us is intriguing though. Maybe I am finally getting my widow book?! Clown hours.

I have a feeling that Hot Shot is going to be like TNA in terms of how badly the customizable LI aspect is done.

I am not going to bitch too ,ugh about the hockey romance factor because I am currently writing one 😂

[buddierecs]

fluff buddie fics

all explicit rating - 18+ only!!!!!! make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

courtship behaviours of the southern coastal husbros by: mad_lori "buck and eddie decide to become platonic domestic partners and co-parents. they are 100% super normal about it and absolutely nothing is awakened in them, except a mutual annoyance at being referred to as "husbros." word count: 49k important tags: domestic partners, slow burn, christopher diaz has two dads, friends to lovers, demisexual!eddie diaz, sexuality crisis, first kiss, eventual smut, oral sex epiphanies, soft words, and hushed moans at the brink of dawn by brewrosemilk word count: 19k important tags: love confessions, first time, porn with feelings, frottage, barebacking, riding, come eating eat, praise, love by: brewrosemilk "in which Eddie teaches himself to voice his desires without shame." word count: 109k important tags: established relationship, porn with feelings, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink, rough sex, semi-public sex, impact play

do you take this babe to be your babe by: rhinemannultra "you like that?" buck asks. "like hearing about how gone I am for you, how hard it was keeping my dick in my pants on our goddamn wedding day, how you read me your vows and all I could think about, right there in front of everyone, was how much I love you and how many times I was gonna make you come for me tonight?"......" word count: 15k important tags: wedding night, established relationship, kink discovery, hand & finger kink, rimming, bottom!eddie diaz, top!evan buckley, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, praise kink wishing to be the friction by: ipretendtobesane "the straight eddie friends with benefits fic" word count: 97k important tags: friends with benefits, slow burn, hand jobs, blow jobs, rimming, first time, pining, porn with plot like a dog with a bird at your door by: fleetinghearts "evan “i love you like a dog” buckley has only ever known how to love like, well, a dog, but maybe eddie diaz is the kinda guy to give a flea-bitten mongrel a forever home" word count: 51k important tags: pre-relationship, domestic, love confessions, eventual smut, friends to lovers, protective!evan buckley there ain't no turning back by: 42hrb "the buddie healing road trip" word count: 28k important tags: road trip au, future fic, friends to lovers, getting together, pining, sharing a bed, oral sex, anal sex what's love got to do with it? by: colormeparanoid "after buck’s and eddie’s dates both end with disasters – proving once again that maybe dating just wasn’t meant for them – they decide to simply settle for each other. If there was one person in the world they'd ever trust with their hearts, it was each other. and who was a better person to date other than your very own best friend?" word count: 134k important tags: platonic boyfriends, getting together, eventual smut, sharing a bed, non-sexual intimacy, oblivious!buddie, coming out, idiot to lovers the weekly bet (but the forever kind) by: theleftboobgrabber "when the squad bets on how long it will take for buck and abby to get back together when she comes back to LA, eddie is forced to reconsider keeping his feelings for buck a secret." word count: 49k important tags: team as family, idiot to lovers, soft!eddie diaz, pining, eventual smut, possessive!eddie diaz, getting together i want to love you (but i don't know how) by: browney3dgirl6 "buck buys him and eddie touch bracelets, not wanting either of them to feel disconnected after eddie leaves. they help, but the real thing is still better." word count: 11k important tags: post 5.10, angst with happy ending, idiots to lovers, eventual smut, feelings realisation, insecure!evan buckley, love confessions you are the acoreable pineapple of my eye by: znks "sometimes love is stored in the pineapple eddie keeps having to slap out of buck's hand" word count: 3.6k important tags: love confessions, getting together, first kiss, blow jobs, deepthroating, thigh riding ours to keep by: brewrosemilk 'buck and eddie pass their single, shared brain-cell back and forth, trying to keep their relationship a secret." word count: 8.9k important tags: secret relationship, blow jobs, porn with feelings, pov alternating, pov outsider, crack treated seriously no sight for heart eyes by: znks "losing your sight for a week sucks but at least eddie has buck to guide him through his healing or at least through his own house" word count: 20k important tags: temporary blindness, hurt!eddie diaz, hurt/comfort, sharing a bed, literal sleeping together, getting together, switch!buddie, barebacking, praise kink grow as we go by: brewrosemilk "eddie grows his hair out, buck loses his mind, and they both find the secret to happiness." word count: 21k important tags: getting together, time skips, slice of life, sex dreams, masturbation, blow jobs, porn with feelings, rough sex, proposal, wedding night, husbands, girl dad!buddie

general rating fluff buddie fics

[rosesnink]

Five Stages of Grief Series: Denial

Author's Notes

During the release of Bk2's early chapters, I wondered if anyone would be up for a fix-it fic of each reunions wit actually canon reactions. So here I am, after the b3 cover fiasco. This series will include Imtura, Tyril, Mal, Nia, Aerin and Valax's reactions. I've got taglist for everyone save Valax, since she was a LI later in the book. If you wanna be tagged in Valax's piece, let me know!

English isn't my first language, so please forgive any typo/grammar mistakes I may make

No beta, we die like men and all that jazz

If you wish to read more of my Blades writing, let me know!

If you want to read instead my TRR, COP, D&D or ACOR writing, check out my masterlist!

Likes are nice, but reblogs keep a post alive!

Summary: Nia deals with the aftermath of Brienne's disappearance

Word Count: 1.3k

Category: Angst, heartbreak, group fallout

Pairing: Nia Ellarious x F!Orc!MC (Brienne Nagoni, mentioned)

Rating: PG-13

TW: Alcohol abuse, religion

Book: Blades of Light and Shadow

The party was abuzz, and Nia observed bemused how, again, Mal and Tyril teased one another as Imtura and Brienne observed, chuckling. Threep was on her shoulder, eating treats as he and Loola commented on the scene.

Then, the purple vortex opened, and before she could properly react, Brienne had been snatched away. As the group argued loudly how to rescue her, Nia dropped on her knees, sniffling in silence “Brienne…?”

Mal helped her up, rubbing her shoulders “Don’t worry, Priestess, we’ll get her back. We won’t give up on her.”

Everyone silently agreed to sleep this off and come back stronger tomorrow, after processing what just happened. For one moment, everything she ever dreamed of was at her fingertips: a woman she adored in the most delicious blasphemy that made the Gods jealous, a future, a sense of owning herself for the first time, and a world of possibilities at her fingertips.

But now, Brienne wasn’t there.

“She’ll come back,” Nia declared. “This is Brienne. She never gives up on anybody. She fights for her own. That is how we came to be. Because she loved Kade so much, she put herself through all of this for you, Kade. She’ll find a way back to us. To… to me.”

Silence rippled the room. Kade seemed convinced. She had crossed the entire continent once for him. Because that was Brienne. She loved with her whole self until the end.

Even if it meant ripping out her heart and throw it into a dark, bottomless pit.

Like she did when she stabbed Nia with the Sword of Light.

Because Brienne’s love for Nia was such, that she’d rather mourn the lamb she was than to condemn her to losing her entire self to greed and vengeance.

Three months flew by. Nia and her crew had gone to many places in the kingdom, on the quest for Brienne. Despite some moments, she knew that Brienne lived. She knew it deep into her soul. She kept praying, kept fighting despite wanting to lie down and cry. Because she knew Brienne would do the same. Because Brienne lived still, and she needed her. And because she wanted to breathe the same air again.

To smell her fragrance of jasmine, pine wood and poppies. Feel her warmth in her large, soft skin. Lie her head on her belly, that felt like the fluffiest of pillows. Hear her body work. Stroke her long, dark curly hair, always down with small braids. She had always wanted to braid it, feel the silky touch on her fingertips, to make her see herself as beautiful as Nia saw her.

And she would. Because Brienne was alive, and waiting for her to return the favor of saving her like she did when she was most alone and desperate.

“Nia?” Imtura called.

“Yes, Imtura?”

“…What if she’s dead?”

Nia shook her head “She’s not.”

“How would you even know?”

She clutched the bracelet Brienne retrieved in that forest for her, so she’d feel even the faintest ghost of her touch “A part of my soul would die, and my heart would be no more.”

Imtura looked down “Let us hope it doesn’t come to that.”

“It won’t. We’ll find her.”

Four months flew by, and the group was starting to lose hope. They had decided to rest on a tavern, where a very obviously drunk Imtura and a dejected Tyril fidgeted with themselves. Then, Imtura slurred “Alright, elephant in the room, I’ll say it: Brienne’s likely dead. Gone. Left to rot in a ditch and we’re just running circles.”

Tyril glared at her “If the Hero of Morella had died, Imtura, we would’ve known. Tragic news travel fast. Someone would’ve found her.”

“She’s not dead, Imtura, we just haven’t found her yet. These things take time.”

“And how come nobody in the continent have heard, hmm? Easy, she’s dead and all of this for nothing.”

Mal got up abruptly “I know you’re losing hope, but you don’t get to disregard Brienne’s life being at stake just like that.”

Imtura sized him up easily, being four heads taller than him “Brienne wouldn’t want us to waste our time with her death. So why delay it?”

Nia once again swallowed her anger and shook her head “She’s not dead.”

Imtura pointed a finger at her “You don’t know that, because, flash news, the heart and soul thing is bullshit! She’s dead, she’s not coming back and it’s time we own it.”

Tyril finally reacted, slamming his large hands so hard he broke the table and got up, eyes blazing fury “If you’re so keen on burying her alive, then do it away from us. Her true friends won’t give up on her and the search and will carry on.”

“Fine!” Imtura bellowed.

Then, got up and left, leaving behind shocked patrons and gossiping owners. Nia sighed.

She was alive. And the answer was back in

“Whitetower.”

Mal and Tyril looked at her like she had just turned green “Pardon?”

“A purple speck abducted her. Maybe Kade wasn’t far off when another possible realm abducted her for Gods knows what. We must investigate at once!”

Tyril looked at Nia sympathetically “I get where you come from, but we mustn’t leave any stone unturned.”

“We shouldn’t leave any page unturned either!” She cried, determined.

Mal, defeated, spoke “If you must, then go. Books and I have never been friends, and I’d be a burden there.”

“B-but we do everything together!”

“When Brienne was here, maybe. But she is not here, and without her…”

Nia nodded bitterly, then declared “I do hope your reasonings are enough not to break her heart when she hears of this.”

Mal looked away. Tyril flinched, like he had been punched in the heart. Perhaps she wasn’t the only one who had been charmed by Brienne after all.

“Especially you, Tyril. I hope not being there when she returns is worth all those stones turned.”

Then, she turned away and left.

On the ninth month, a soft knock woke Nia from her prayers. Adjusting her sleeping robe, she opened the door to a devastated but determined Mal.

“May I come in?”

“I’d never turn down a friend. Come. Do you want something? Tea? Pastries?”

“My stomach’s closed, but thank you.”

He sat at her chair, and she in the edge of her bed. Nia looked up and broke the silence “What brings you here? Where is Tyril?”

“Elf boy and I quarreled nonstop when you left. Couldn’t agree on anything. He left for Undermount, and I…”

“Gave up on her too.”

“Came to honor her memory. She may be alive, but I don’t think she’ll be back. And… I’m tired of being useless. I want to do something with my life than chase empty quests and even emptier coins. Brienne would want me to have a legacy on my own, even if she may never see it.”

Craving to talk of her, she leaned towards him and asked “And what legacy is that she’d want you to pursue?”

That night, a dream and a new hope was born.

Even if Mal spoke of her as if she’d died, Nia knew that Brienne was fighting with all of her might to come back home. To her arms. To their bed. To the future they had whispered to one another beneath the covers.

The moment her errands with Mal were done, she strid towards the room and raised her chin to the robed woman before her “I have thought about your offer. It’d be my honor to accept being the new High Priestess.”

She’d make the world a better place when Brienne came back. Because she would. Because that was Brienne. And because she knew the Gods were not done with her yet. Because they were meant to be each other’s faith. And they would. Because her Brienne lived.

[your-soup-overlord]

throwing my idea’s out into the void in an effort to help myself get a better grip on where i want my upcoming fic to go, i was thinking about obsessions for Jason. Like, revenant fits him more than a halfa in my opinion, and I wanna do this little thing with two obsessions for halfa’s (bc i just love space and protection obsession danny shhh, and using the fact that he has two forms since he is both alive and dead as reasoning). but since jason probably won’t be a halfa but still has acore, he needs an obsession.

I was thinking of making it protection but then was like, what if it’s family based? Like base it off of what they wanted or loved most in life (like ember and fame or box ghost and his love for boxes). And it might just be me but i feel like it’s pretty cannon that Jason values family or familiar ties, at the very least he did before he died so it would count.

(if you can tell what kind of fic it might be no you can’t >;))

[choicesficwriterscreations]

CFWC F/AotW Jan 7 - 13, 2024

✒️= Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨 = Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+ 🏳️‍🌈 = LGBTQIA | 🔹Submitted by creator

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

Complete BOLAS list - Week of Jan 7 - 13

CRIMES OF PASSION

Crimes F!MC Fanart 🎨 by @lilyoffandoms

Hello, Goodbye - Jimmy Rose ✒️ by @inlocusmads

Hello, Goodby - Fanart 🎨by @lilyoffandoms

kindness and other things you can expect from your boss 🎨| Trystan Thorne x F!MC by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd for @inlocusmads

Sebastyan Thorne Case File🎨by @lilyoffandoms

Second Language (Series) ✒️ | Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @inlocusmads Chapter 2

The 2 AM Christmas Tree Farm ✒️| Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @thosehallowedhalls

A COURTESAN OF ROME

ACOR MC 🎨 by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

THE ELEMENTALISTS

Beckett Harrington Fanart 🎨 by @artbyalz

Shreya Mistry Fanart🎨Ⓜ️ by @ayayapap

HIGH SCHOOL STORY

Aiden Zhou x MC Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈 by @hydn-jpg for @cadybear420

IMMORTAL DESIRES

Immortal Desires NB!MC Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈 by @lilyoffandoms for @aallotarenunelma

IT LIVES

No Second Chances ✒️🏳️‍🌈🔹| Lincoln Aquino (McQuoid) x M!MC - @linkysmommy

Noah x MC Fanart 🎨 by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

Spirit, Stay Gentle (1/2) ✒️Ⓜ️🏳️‍🌈| Lincoln McQuoid x M!MC - @abelflints

NIGHTBOUND

His Barbie, Her Ken ✒️🔹| Nik Ryder x F!MC - @ladylamrian

Nik Ryder x F!MC Fanart 🎨by @artbyalz for @ladylamrian

OPEN HEART

Complete Open Heart list - Week of Jan 7 - 13

PERFECT MATCH

Hayden Young x F!MC Fanart 🎨by @somewillwin for @rosepetals1

RED CARPET DIARIES

Post Christmas Bliss 🎨🔹| Thomas Hunt x F!OC - by @wisejazz (C: @theartoflovingthomashunt)

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Complete TRR list - Week of Jan 7 - 13

VEIL OF SECRETS

Jeff Duffy x MC Fanart 🎨🏳️‍🌈 by @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

WAKE THE DEAD

Twenty-Five ✒️🔹| Troy Hassan, F!MC - @jerzwriter

[angelasscribbles]

I don't know if we follow eachother, but... Hello, I'm a Choices Blogger and recently RC Blogger too. Nice to meet you. What are your favorite books on Choices & RC?

My top fave Choices currently: Nightbound, Perfect Match, BOLAS & COP

My top fave RC currently: Heaven's Secret, On Thin Ice, LOTW [& maybeeeeeeeeee SOSF]

I am following you! 🥰

We have interacted a little but you probably don't know it. You have submitted fics for events on @choicesprompts and/or @choicesholidays because I remember reblogging and adding you to the master list! (I run both of those prompt blogs).

I've been writing for a long time. I was writing original fiction before I discovered fanfiction. I started playing choices during the pandemic and was unhappy with the way PB teased polyamory in TRR and then didn't deliver. Someone pointed me toward fanfiction. I didn't find what I was looking for, so I started writing it!

My fave choices books are: TRR, Bloodbound, Ride or Die, Queen B and ACOR.

I have written fanfic for TRR and RoD.

I just recently started playing RC games thanks to @harleybeaumont. My favorites so far include HS, OTI, VfV, Soulless, and Hell and High Water.

I have written one-shots for HS and VfV so far. And, as you see, have started a HS and a OTI rewrite.

Here are all of the things that I have on Tumblr.

[i-put-the-sin-in-sinclaire]

Hi Choices Fandom

I’ve played Choices since 2018 or so, I tried it out around its release but I didn’t get really into it until HSS and DD. I then fell in love with the ItLives series, Most Wanted and Endless Summer. I started to drift away a bit until Platinum and ACOR and I was hooked again. Them Bolas released and I was obsessed.

I know I’m going to sound like a broken record but, I miss the old books, I’m not into the smutty new books, I remember when TNA first came out- the controversy surrounding it was high. Now it seems like all they write for the app anymore? I think the last book I played in its entirety was Queen B…

Im not sure, to be honest I haven’t been on the app for about a year, I just float around on Tumblr appreciating the fan art/fics for the older books.

And still waiting on Bolas2 😔

Are there any books releasing at the moment that anyone would recommend that doesn’t include intense smut? I just miss the fun of books like HSS, the romance in DD, the adventure of books like the ItLives series, ES and Bolas. There are just so many find memories from so many books, I haven’t even listened them all, OH, TE, etc.

If you read all of that thank you, sorry for the long post :-)

[cariantha]

I was in the middle of binging ACOR the other night when I saw this fic pop onto my dash. I kept thinking, I'll read it as soon as I finish this chapter, but my eye kept wandering over and I just couldn't wait.

This was so fun! It's the perfect solution to make sure they are both happy on their wedding day. I love how excited Ethan was at the end. They are so cute! And yes, they definitely banter as though they've been married for years.

Can't wait for the big day!👰🏼🤵🏻

Hot Idea

Book:              Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing:           Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee MacClennan)

Rating:            Teen

Words: 990

Summary: Ethan & Kaycee are poolside on one of the hottest days in Boston's history; Ethan's eager to go inside until Kaycee mentions wedding planning. Then, there's a brilliant idea.

A/N: This is loosely based on an old ask from @potionsprefect. I think this took place just days after Kaycee got her official engagement ring in As Planned. And look at me keeping it under 1,000 words!

It was sweltering outside. One of the hottest days in Boston’s history, bound to break all records. Ethan removed his sunglasses, or maybe they slid off; he was undoubtedly sweating enough for that. After a long chug of ice water, he rolled over on his lounger to address his fiancee.

“If there is a god, she intended for days like this to be spent one way… and one way alone.”

Despite the heat, Kaycee couldn’t help but grin. “If and she. There is a reason I said yes to you, Ethan.”

“And that’s what it is,” he smirked. “I assumed one of my many other talents made you arrive at that decision.”

“It was a million little reasons. But tell me, how did the possible goddess intend for us mere mortals to spend days like this?”

“Indoors,” he deadpanned. “Where it’s air-conditioned.”

“Poolside isn’t good enough for you?” She teased.

“Before dating you, I didn’t know my condo had a pool. Does that answer your question?”

“Well, it is boiling,” she agreed. “And it’s our only day off this week; we probably should go inside and start discussing wedding plans.”

“You know,” Ethan said, reclining in his chair. “If we drink more water, it’s entirely bearable out here.”

Kaycee reached for her glass of ice water and playfully tossed it atop Ethan’s bare chest.

“HEY!” He hollered.

“What? If ingesting the water will keep you cool… and away from discussing wedding plans… I figured external application would merely assist you.”

“You realize I have a glass right next to me, and I’m not above retaliation.”

Reaching over, Kaycee stole his glass and chugged the water in its entirety. “There! Now, that threat is eliminated.”

“But there is still ice,” Ethan winked. “And you know our history with ice.”

“Mmm,” she hummed. “Nice attempt at deflection… but I’m not letting you off the hook. Why are you so unwilling to discuss wedding plans with me? If I hadn’t received two beautiful proposals, I’d think you had cold feet.”

 “It’s not you,” he sighed. “Or the marriage. I’d head down to City Hall today and make it legal. It’s… the wedding…”

“I know,” Kaycee sighed, slumping back into her chair. “I’m not all jazzed about that part either.”

“Wait,” Ethan exclaimed. “You’re not? I assumed you’d want a big, fancy thing with all the trimmings.”

“Have I ever alluded to that?”

“No,” Ethan agreed. “But you went on and on about how you liked Reynaldo’s wedding in the City.”

“I did. For Reynaldo, but it’s just not… me.”

“Your mother would kill us if we eloped,” Ethan stated.

“Without question,” Kaycee laughed. “My Mom is part of the problem. I know she means well, but she’s Italian. She can’t help herself. A wedding means a church, hundreds of distant cousins I never knew I had, and a dress that would make Cinderella look understated.”

“Hundreds?” Ethan moaned.

“Don’t worry,” Kaycee smiled, gripping his hand. “We aren’t doing any of that. But… I have to the talk I’ve been avoiding with my mother.”

Ethan removed his glasses and looked at her sincerely. “Kaycee, what do you want?”

Kaycee closed her eyes, a slow smile spreading on her face. “I want a pretty dress, but nothing fussy. I want our closest friends and family there, but no one else. Good food, drinks, music, and laughter are musts, and at the end of the day, I better be married to you. But outside of that… I don’t care.”  

“Well, I approve of that,” he beamed. “So, how do we go about doing this?”

“I’ll talk to Mom. She’ll come around… eventually… with my father’s help,” Kaycee sighed. “Her heart’s in the right place, but. I wish I could avoid the headaches. Maybe we should plan a surprise wedding,” she laughed.

Ethan’s eyes went wide. “Kaycee! You’re brilliant!”

“I am?” she asked. “I mean, I am... but why now?”

“That’s a perfect idea! We plan the wedding… something simple to our liking. Then, we invite everyone to our ‘engagement party,’ and when they show up… SURPRISE! We’re getting married!”

“Wait… are you serious?”

“I’ll admit it’s unorthodox, but….”

“But I freaking love it!” Kaycee gushed.  

She jumped on Ethan’s lap before he knew what hit him. Peppering him with dozens of little kisses, the remnants of her pink lip gloss leaving slight kiss marks all over his face.

“Would you stop,” he chuckled. “We’re in public!”

“Ethan Jonah Ramsey! We have done far worse in public, and you know it! Do you really think we can do this?

“We can do whatever we want,” he assured. “I just have one request.”

“What’s that?”

“I want it to be soon. I’ve never seen the point in long engagements, and if we aren’t going to have a gala to prepare for, I see no need to delay.”

“Ethan Ramsey rushing to the alter,” she giggled. “Who could have predicted this?”

“OK, wiseass,” he smiled. “Stay on topic! Where should we have this? Mistral has a private room; we could look into that.”

“As much as I love Mistral, that is a little stuffier than I envision.”

“OK!” He snapped his fingers. “La Famiglia in North End, it’s one of your favorite places. It’s Italian, so your mother will be somewhat happy… it’s perfect!”

“It could be,” she pondered. “But I was thinking…Oh my God!” she gasped.

“What?”

“Our vacation! The house rental on the Cape!”

“We could do it there!” Ethan enthused.

“It’s perfect! Do you agree?”

“I agree… there’s only one problem.”

“What’s that?”

“Kaycee, it’s three weeks away.”

“So we better get moving,” she said, jumping from her chair. Let’s get into that air conditioning you were talking about. We have a wedding to plan.”

“You know,” he grinned as they walked toward the elevator. “This was all part of my master plan to get you inside.”

“Ethan?”

“Yes.”

“Hush.”

“Ah, it’s like we’re married already.”

Tagging separately.

[justice4harwin]

The Other Woman (re-write)

Book: A Courtesan of Rome

Pairing: Marc Antony x MC (Lysandra)

Warnings: Smut, angst in future chapters, adultery, mature themes i can’t get into cuz they're spoilers.

Summary: 

Lysa liked to think that she was good at pretending to care, she liked to think that she was good at having the upper hand in a relationship, but Antony didn’t even have to try to prove her wrong. He saw right through her with ease and he immediately knew how to handle her special personality.

It was strange, but oddly enough, she liked that about him. She liked many things about the snarky asshole. She might even love him.

She didn’t like his wife though, but no relationship was perfect.

A/N: Yes Im doing this again cuz the original version is a piece of shit. Don’t judge me. I can’t garantee that this is like, a much better version but I’m trying to develop things better here. Be nice please its my birthday and im all locked up and my cat was stolen/dissapeared.  

Also, I had a fit a while ago and deleated my tumblr so I don’t know how to access old posts so I’m just gonna tag the people I have on a list for this story on my notebook. If I forgot about someone, or if someone doesn’t want to be tagged just let me know but I apologize in advance anyways.

[countessogilvy]

Imperatrix II: Two Truths & A Lie

|Book| A Courtesan of Rome [Post-Canon/Alternate History)

|Pairings| Cassius x MC, Marc Antony x MC

|Rating| Mature

|TW| Mentions of sexual assault and rape, slavery, child abuse and torture.

|Summary| Cassius receives an answer to his proposal. Epona asks Antony for a reward.

Chapter I: Ides of March

"How could you ask that of me, Cassius? Rome would never see me as a wife. I would be considered your whore, at best your slave." Her words came out almost a whisper, a pained expression on her face.

He'd been planning to ask for some time, biding his time until they both freed themselves from the grip of Nemesis that had her embroiled in dreams of revenge since she made her debut as a courtesan in his home, and him since receiving news of Pompey's defeat. "To hell with Rome or with what my peers will think of me marrying you!" Cassius cursed through clenched jaw. His hand smoothed down her hair, finally landing at the nape of her neck bringing his forehead against hers. "You love him, don't you?"

Cassius already had his suspicions that Epona's relationship with Antony had gone beyond her original intent, that she would find herself captivated Antony's charm despite his role as Caesar's right hand man in the conquering of Gaul. He knew that if he let her go without an answer now, she would never return to him. Epona helped him cope with his past trauma, she accepted him as flawed as he was, supporting him when he felt most insecure of himself. She was never afraid to speak her mind around him, even when it came to her more dangerous thoughts - he admired her honesty and openness in an environment that was hostile to people like her in Rome.

"I do, as I love you." She fought back the tears blurring her vision. It was a painful truth she had to admit not only to Cassius, but to herself in order to finally free herself from Antony's shackles. "Yet, unlike him, I know your heart truly lies with me. How could I not choose you?"

*****

The sun had barely risen when Epona left the villa, the streets were quiet save for a few farmers bringing in produce and grain from the countryside in carts. Walking through the marketplace, Epona noticed a young girl staggering through an alleyway. The young girl's clothes were tattered and ripped, almost falling off her small bony body. Welts covered most of her back, some still fresh and bloody, a brand above her left shoulder blade: a slave. Buying a fresh loaf of bread from a baker still setting up his stall, Epona quickly caught up with the young girl, her hand landing on her shoulder. The young girl flinched in terror, backing away from Epona, nothing but fear in her worn eyes "Please don't hurt me, domina!"

Epona offered the bread to the girl, "Eat this, girl." The slave girl hesitantly took the bread from her hands and ravished it as if her last meal had been days ago. Epona couldn't help but chuckle at how quickly the girl ate the bread, hoping it would sate her hunger until whenever her next meal came. She brushed the knotted brown hair away from the girl's face, quietly offering her a blessing, "May the Great Mother watch over you. May She give you the strength to survive the cruelty you will endure. May those who would hurt you be struck down by Her might."

The girl couldn't quite meet Epona's eyes, keeping her head bowed, "Gratitudes, domina."

The fear in the girl's eyes felt all too familiar to Epona. She was once a slave in shackles, forced out of her home, ripped away from her family and brought to an unfamiliar land. If not by the grace of Tsirona, she could have been that young girl, marked and branded, devoid of everything that made her Epona. Even though she won in her trial of vengeance, Rome remained the same. The same Rome that took her youth, her tribe, her homeland, her family, her flesh. Anger simmered in her, the same anger she felt under Aquila's shackles. The anger she felt in those woods as he and his men took her - her screams unanswered. She vowed she would survive and instead she flourished, the Romans that harmed her and her family now in the afterlife where they belonged.

It was little she could do about the treatment of Rome's slaves as a courtesan, but she would be a senator's wife soon and his ear would be open to her suggestion. She may feel some guilt about using her soon-to-be husband's position in such way, but she also knew that he would agree with her. Any slaves Cassius inherited from his father were set free and offered proper coin for their services instead, his words always backed by direct action that were met with snide remarks from his peers in the senate. Perhaps her reputation could change the minds of Romans, likely more effective than pleading to the senate which would probably fall to deaf ears. Or maybe she would take the matter into her own hands, freeing the slaves herself and let them burn Rome for its sins against the children of Tsirona.

*****

Epona made her way into Pompey's villa, oddly left empty of any guards or servants. With light steps, she walked into the dining area to find Antony seated next to a table, pouring wine from an amphora into his goblet. His movements were inaccurate, spilling wine onto the table and even overfilling his goblet before he gulps it down at once. It appeared that someone already broke the news of Caesar's assassination to Antony. She cursed herself internally, an unfortunate circumstance of her mental anguish and exhaustion from the day prior.

"A bit early to be drunk, no?" Epona questioned, closing the distance between them until she stood across from him.

He scoffs, filling the goblet again before leaning back into the chair. His eyes met hers, glazed-over and bloodshot, a strange sight for Epona unsure if it was due to the inebriation or Antony succumbing to a good cry. "His loyalty may have wavered, but Caesar was still like a father to me." A mournful look crosses his face, downing more of the wine again. "However, I doubt you're here to speak of dead men."

"Not at all, only of what is to follow." Epona moved around the table, fingers stroking the wooden surface of the table until she finally settled next to Antony. "A full pardon for myself, Cassius and Brutus on the charges of murder."

"Caesar has yet reached the underworld and you're already asking favor?"

"I am certain your beloved pater is already plotting to crucify Pluto as we speak." Epona smirked at him, almost mockingly. "You will soon be declared consul of Rome due to the actions of the Liberators. Surely such a grand prize deserves the small reward of a pardon?"

Antony watched her thoughtfully, stroking his chin as if trying to figure out her angle, "Oddly specific for you to mention only Cassius and Brutus in this...pardon."

"Do away with the others if you wish but Brutus is a valuable ally and fiercely loyal. He will be useful to you in the senate and may even sway dissenters to your side."

"And young Cassius? I can't see him being easily motivated to support me by just pardoning him." Antony cocked an eyebrow at her.

Epona carefully thought about her next words, not wanting to give away her true feelings. "Cassius would have me as his wife and I would love nothing more than enjoying the luxuries of his wealth. I can't do that if he's dead."

"Ha! Epona, Princess of Gaul, greatest courtesan in all of Rome and now wife of a senator." Antony laughed, now swirling the wine around his goblet. He tried to hide it but she noted the slight bitter expression on his face. Epona winced at the epithet of "Princess of Gaul", a name given to her by Rome to increase her value. She was no delicate royalty but a fierce warrior and chieftain of the Catauni, the title she inherited from her father despite her tribe being no more.

His free hand caressed her thigh, slowly moving upward, ending right at the apex before moving his hand away. Epona nearly faltered in her attempt to disguise her arousal, choosing not to look at him directly instead. Antony smirked, leaning in towards her breast, hot breath warming her bare skin. "Why just be a senator's wife when I can give you all of Rome?"

And there was the Antony she knew, bargaining with her knowing his true loyalty remained with himself. "Because any affection you may have for me will always remain secondary to your ambitions." she stated harshly.

It was a difficult truth Epona had to come to terms with despite loving him. It would only take someone more beautiful, more powerful and more ambitious before he would discard her and move on. She enjoyed their "games" against those they both hated but she knew deep down he was using her as much as she used him. She loved him but hated how small he made her feel at times, as if one misstep and he would take her life without notice. She refused to live as such, under the thumb of a man who wanted nothing but complete control.

"And you don't think Cassius would use you as he has done before?!" he spat, slamming down his goblet on the table, some wine spilling on the table and her gown.

Epona rolls her eyes, "Oh Antony, jealousy does not suit you. You wanted Rome and now you have it, I was never part of the deal." Epona silently prayed that would be enough to convince him. She finished the remainder of his wine before heading for the exit.

"You're aware the your actions may just start a civil war. What if perhaps...I happen to strike down Cassius on the battlefield?" Antony threatened.

She had enough of Antony's manipulations. She found a way to free himself from him, his puppet strings and he would even take that freedom from her. Clenching her fists in anger, she look over her shoulder, clenching her jaw "Then you will meet me on the battlefield."

[parkersshaw]

Sleepless Nights - Marc Antony x MC Drabble

Antony thought he was good at hiding his emotions. A blank slate. He was wrong of course, no matter how easily he lied and cheated he had more tells than Arin had ever seen in her life. Emotion seemed to roll off him like waves, threatening to consume all who came into contact with him. Right now, it was in the tension of his shoulders, muscles rippling under a loosely tied toga. He looked like a man who hadn’t slept in days, a man crumbling under the burden of the world, and a man was nowhere near done fighting.

She could see all of this just from the sight of his back.

Arin rose, allowing her hips to sway lazily, in just the way she knew he liked, coming to stand behind him as she draped her hands over his shoulders and lay her head on his back, enjoying the warmth of it against her cheek. She could have sworn she could feel the blood coursing through his veins, hot and thick, carrying a message just for her.

“Come back to bed.” She told him, hoping to drag him away from his work. He had been staring at letters and plans for days on end, trying to maintain power, without seeming to openly challenge Caesar. Normally she loved seeing him work, loved watching the way his mind worked, running at a hundred miles an hour, twisting in a way no other could ever consider. Now, however, it was not a welcome sight

He laughed at her words, low and dry, an attempt to brush her off, that only succeeded in alerting her to how frustrated he had become. “Sleep, I will join you in a moment.” “No, you won’t.” She moved around him, settling in his lap. He huffed as she did so, but his arms wrapped around her, settling into a familiar position. She had long suspected he liked this best, with her close by in his arms, where he at least felt he could have some control over her.

He slowly collapsed into her, relaxing into the position, as she attempted to rub the tension from his shoulders. She loved watching as his guard slowly dropped. 

“I wish I could stay here forever.” He told her, nuzzling his head into her breasts, exposed in the undergarments she had worn to bed. “Forget about Rome, forget about Caesar, forget about the world, just let time stand still.” His hands gripped at her hips, as her own rose to stroke his head, looking down at the way his skin seemed to dance in the candlelight.

“No you don’t” She dropped her finger under his chin, raising his face to meet her own, “Time has only ever been your friend Antony.” Her finger traced his jaw coming to settle on his lips, allowing his teeth the lightly graze the pad there. “It is what you thrive off of. As others wither and struggle you make plans, seek glory. I know you, Antony.  This would not be enough for you. You need more. It is through time that you make change.”

His eyes looked up at her, dark and heavy, emotions simmering behind them, she waited, hoping he would let her know what thoughts were overwhelming him. Finally, he spoke, voice quiet, dangerous. “What about you. Somehow, I doubt this is enough for you either. Princess of Gaul.” He sneered at the title, “Shall you leave me for distance lands, a more powerful man, a kingdom of your own. Will I ever be enough for you? Or will you leave with the tides of change?”

Arin lowered her head, bringing their lips inches apart. “Would you be able to let me go?” His hands tightened on her hips in answer, “No? Well then Antony, you will have to fight to keep me. Surely a man such as yourself will find a way to give me all the power I need.” He closed the distance between them, just as she had helped, pressing his lips to her own, a hard, possessive promise.

“I am here Antony, because I want to be, whatever happens, we will change and grow together. We could rule Rome if we wanted to” Them. Not Caesar.

She kissed him again, slower now, as his hands came up to cup her breasts, lazily exploring them, the touch of a man already intimately familiar with them. “If you are not going to sleep, I can think of something much more worthwhile to do with your time.” She whispered, hands tugging at the clasps on his toga. His only answer was to lower his head, lips tracing a path down to her breasts. His kisses were light, teasing, reminding her just how much he could make her suffer, reminding her that he was the only one who elicited these responses. It was a threat, a threat of what she would lose if she gave him up. It was a threat that sent shivers up her spine.

He finally caught the tip of her breast as she freed him from his toga, the easy rhythm they had found in all their time learning each other’s bodies returning. She could feel him, pulsing against her thigh, as he slowly lifted and twisted her so she was straddling him, allowing his mouth more access, and opening her up to him. 

Leaning back she arched her back, hands against his desk, pushing aside the work that had caused him so much pain, as she offered herself to him, The feeling of his mouth, his hands, bringing light gasps from her lips.

This. This was what she needed, she thought as he buried himself within her. The touch of a man who was prepared to take control prepared to push her, to challenge her. A man who was living beyond the moment, who was prepared to propel both of them into the future with every touch of his body.

He caught her face in his hands, raising his own as he moved against her, forcing her to look into his eyes, at the intensity within them, as he ground himself into her, He wanted to take something from her in that moment, and she was more than happy to give it, reduced to a shaking, gasping mess in his arms.

She was his. Completely his, and he was hers.

Together, however, they were so much more.

[thefirstcourtesan]

it was JUST NOW that i realized you were the one who wrote a lot of my favorite acor fics from years ago !!! (went through your tag after i saw the last couple of asks you got about the book ahaha i hope you don't mind !!!) i love the fics and the meta you've done for portia and for moira, but i'd also love to hear more about your cassius and sabina MCs (if you did any playthroughs with them) and how they're different from your MCs that romanced antony and syphax

Awwww! Thank you! And never apologize for going through my tag, I have actually been loving the notification and the walk down memory lane.

I never ended up creating an MC for Sabina, I intended to but it just never happened, but my Cassius MC Brighid did end up as fleshed out as Portia and Moira and I did do a full play through with her.

Basically, Brighid is who I originally thought Portia would be (literally, I actually originally intended for Portia to be her Roman name and Brighid her Gaul name and ended up abandoning it and making Brighid a seperate MC). When I first started playing ACOR, I envisioned Portia as loving Cassius but wanting Antony and I saw her as bent on revenge at all cost but as I played the book and I started writing her, I realized that wasn’t her.

Portia, at her core, is a survivor. She was determined to not just survive Rome, but to thrive. If she had to become more Roman than Gaul, so be it. Not only that, but she would become the best Roman she could. She would show them all. And that is what made her so well suited for Antony. They were both survivors, both determined to prove the Roman elite wrong and they both wanted power. Portia became a woman who would adapt when she had to (like sparing Aquila to regain Antony’s favor) and who’s end goal wasn’t just to kill Caesar, but to claim Rome and rule it. I originally intended fo r her to love Cassius, but that just didn’t fit her. He was too idealistic for her, so in the end, I had her use him to help her kill Caesar.

Moira, my Syphax MC, is her exact opposite in every way. Moira’s whole focus has always been her family, revenge was a means to an end. Rome is her prison. She can’t lie as well as a courtesan should. She hates everything Antony stands for and lets him know. Moira wants Caesar dead, but mostly she wants her own freedom and she wants to leave Rome and everything attached to it behind. Moira was created to be the opposite of Portia.

Brighid, is more complicated. She is far more like Portia then Moira. As I said, she is the Portia that might have been. She shares many of the same qualities of Portia, the ability to lie and perform and adapt to Rome. But while Portia is a survivor at her core, Brighid is more complicated. Brighid has never forgotten Gaul, never let go of who she was and she has never forgiven Rome for what they did to her. So she wants Aquila to die and Caesar. She doesn’t care anything for Rome or the Republic, she just wants her own revenge.

But she does love Cassius. She loves his kindness and his ideals. She loves that he helps her see a new side of Rome and his people. She love that he makes her feel safe. However, as much as she loves Cassius, she is drawn to Antony like a moth to a flame. She does not like him, but she understands him and more than that she burns for him.

I chose the hate sex for Brighid and it was perfect.

She doesn’t love Antony. She doesn’t even particularly like him. But she desires him. Even as she is set on a life with Cassius, she needs that moment with Antony, one last tumble in his bed. She can tell herself it is the best way to distract him, but the truth is that she wanted it, wanted him.

But she still chooses Cassius. She loves Cassius and she is thrilled to get a life with him. A life that involves returning to Gaul, because she need that (which is also why Antony is a bad match for her, as he is the LI that will not accompany the MC to Gaul).

With Portia, I created an MC who had become Roman, who had chosen to adapt her surroundings. Brighid is who she might have been if revenge had been more important to her than survival and if she had never let go of Gaul. Brighid is not a woman that could have ever chosen Antony in the end, just like Portia would never have truly been content with Cassius. I see them both as very different from Moira, because Portia and Brighid were both willing to do whatever they had to for their goal, in a way Moira would not. Portia and Brighid are two sides of the same coin, while Moira was something else entirely.

Thank you so much for this ask @mrsstavizzi I love talking about my ACOR MCs, they have such a special spot in my heart.

[marc-antonii]

Book: A Courtesan of Rome
Pairing: Marc Antony x MC Rating: T
Summary: Karina has unveiled Caesar’s intended successor. Note: I meant to finish this weeks ago right after chapter 18 came out, but real life got in the way so now I’m finishing the first chapter just in time for the finale tomorrow. this will probably be three or four chapters long. hope you enjoy :)