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starryficsfinishwen · 4 months ago

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𑁍ࠬܓ [activation day special] ᴡᴀʀᴍ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ — lee x reader

ㅤㅤyour whispers, sunlight;

ㅤㅤcold hands feeling for mine

syn. ; lee finds comfort in your arms after a long war.

a.n. - I'm sorry I'm super late TvT its defo my fault bUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEE I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR COMING HOME TO ME I HOPE U GET A NEW FRAME SO I CAN SIMP MORE!! also I'm really sorry for the slow and bad updates, I was busy for the past few months due to busy sched (eyy thanks uni) and my poor baby lappy unfortunately had her fan broken down so pray she gets her swift recovery soon 🙏🏻🙏🏻 qna: will chrome get his own activation day special? a: HECK YA qna: when? A: yeah imnida

pairing - lee x f!commandant

words - 3,573

content warnings - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. NSFW content: cunnilingus, handjob soft sex eeeyyy. mostly soft lee cuz he deserves it after *TOOOT* HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEE

divider/s by @/saradika-graphics

Warmth. An unfamiliar word, an evading emotion; one that Lee was devoid of for the remainder of his human years.

It was something hard to find. If ever he had it, he would unconditionally give it to his younger brother, in order to make him safe and happy. Even in the darkest days of his human life, until he breathed his last, it was a feeling that avoided him. Would he ever find it? Who knows.

Maybe someone does. Maybe it would be manifested into someone he was long familiar with, apart from Murray, someone who makes his mechanical heart shake. Someone who was then standing by the doorway, whose figure he had long memorized in his M.I.N.D.

You, his precious commandant of the Gray Raven, stood there, bright eyes brimming with curiosity, shaking a familiar brown bag in hand.

“Lee, what is this?” You sighed, with a little laugh, “Can I have an explanation?”

“Good evening to you, Commandant. I am nearly done with my work.”

Sauntering to your desk, which Lee resided in, you eyed him carefully. “Right. Can I ask why you are here, then?”

He held your eye contact for a few seconds, before looking down at the papers, “I am merely just helping with your paperworks. You seemed to have some problems with it earlier.”

“So you decided to distract me with, this,” Shaking the bag, you continued, “... whatever you planned, it’s working quite well.”

It made Lee chuckle. “I’m glad you think so.”

You mirrored his laugh, before pulling out the little trinket in the bag. It was a little blue robot, L-33, one that seemed familiar—a mixed, mini version of Lee and Punchy—that seemed like a toy.

You tapped its head. “Good morning, Commandant.” Echoed an automated Lee's calm voice, “Here are your mission details for today.”

He smiled. “Oh, you found out its features.”

“Of course I did,” you puffed out your chest with pride, “I spent the whole two hours examining him. Watch this.”

Cerulean eyes intently watched as you expertly pushed around a few buttons, promptly triggering the secret sequence. The amusement on his face dropped.

“You…figured it out.”

“Commandant,” the robot cooed, its next few words that were dreadful for Lee to hear, “there’s something I’d–.”

When you blinked, L-33 had shut off, Lee pushing the off button. “–you heard enough.”

A small laugh escaped your lips, “we’ve been teammates for a long while now, Lee,” you teased with a wink, “You think I wouldn’t know your tricks? I also figured out that you purposely gave me L-33 to distract me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You distracted me so you could do my tasks. On your birthday. Traitor.”

The situation was funny. Activation dates—promptly called that way, not really birthdays—were just like any other day. For Lee, there’s nothing special about it.

“The Science Council may have said it’s considered a small break for Constructs. I took it, didn’t I?”

“And you gave that one to me. This is treachery! You were supposed to use that day to spend it with your loved ones!”

Lee pointed at the robot in your hand. “You can spend the day with L-33. Did you read my letter well? I modified its AI to fit your needs. He can answer well.”

“That’s true, Commandant,” chimed L-33, who somehow woke up halfway through, “Please, hang out with me.”

Lee knew you well. From the way your eyes would sparkle when you’re hit with a good idea, or how your eyebrows would knit together when you’re focused on your battle plan, to the shade of pink in your cheeks when you’re flustered by sweet words. The confusion in your face then was something Lee was also familiar with, and he knew how to counter that.

“You’ve rarely gotten any quality rest, Commandant.” Lee spoke, “please use today as a reward.”

Warmth, again, was something Lee had avoided, and if he had it, he was willing to give it to you.

But alas, like the rock that hindered the gears in your head, you were unshakeable.

“...?”

Putting L-33 on your desk, you stomped your way to the nearest chair, sitting down. Bright eyes still not breaking eye contact to look at cerulean ones.

“Since you won’t heed my request,” Emphasising the word, you grinned, “I may as well just stay here, then. I am not in the mood to argue.”

Lee’s patience strummed a chord. Attempting to change your mind, you quickly raised your hand, shrugging, “Ah, didn’t I say I didn’t want to argue?’

Closing his mouth, Lee decided to just drop it.

It took a few minutes—the scratch of pen against paper, the flickering desk light, the soft hum in your lips, and his little childhood melody—before you shuffled to sit closer to the desk.

“...Commandant?”

“Yes?”

Knowing you, Lee decided to dismissed his thought, resuming to what he was doing earlier. It didn't take long. Your humming grew louder, almost ghosting in his ear. Lee sighed, leaning back to welcome you, slithering your leg across his lap, sweetly smiling at him.

“Lee~,” you purred, hands clasped on his broad shoulders, “thank you for the seat.”

Rolling his eyes, he smiled at you. “Whatever makes you happy.”

You were perfectly slotted in his lap, content in how tiny you were that he could still do his work with you. The smell of vanilla permeated his senses, your breathing music to his ear, even and comforting to Lee. He might have had to lie about it, but you were perfect, you were enough—like the piece in a jigsaw puzzle.

“...But I’m not.”

Lee stopped writing, opting to look back at you. “Really?”

Your lips were in a small pout, lipgloss shining in the lights, “Really. I mean, how could I? Imagine taking a break outside; walking around Babylonia, walking around the streets, but you’re here instead.”

“Commandant,” He shook his head, “We talked about this.”

The hands on his shoulders curled, nails rarely scraping his jacket. Seeing your face turn into a sad frown as you bite your lip, a hint of guilt knocks on Lee’s chest.

“...you gave me a gift even though it's your birthday,” Softly, in the cold light, you muttered, “shouldn’t it be the other way around?”

Lee prides in his stone heart. But oh, it was hard to say no when it comes to you. “Well, in a way, it’s still our duty as Constructs to bring our Commandant joy and happiness.”

You sighed, “But I don’t see you that way.”

Lee looked at you in confusion. “I’m sorry?”

“I don’t.” You smiled, “Lee, you may be a construct, but you are different to me.”

Your hands, dragging through his shoulders to his jaw, cupped his cheeks. Lee was a construct—blue blood, robotic joints and bodies, built for destruction. But you, human as you were—simple, frail, fragile—and yet, your warmth was far too contagious. He nuzzled your hand, afraid that he’d lose your heat.

“...[Y/N],” Lee rarely called you by your name, but when he does, his voice breaks, turning to kiss your palm, “[Y/N], you are too kind.”

You leaned closer to him, lips leaving butterfly kisses across his cheeks, “I am treating you the way you should be, Lee.”

Like a piece in a jigsaw puzzle, you were a perfect fit for Lee. Kisses on his cheeks, down to his jaw, to the shell of his ear. You breathed into him, ghosting his ear, that made Lee shiver in your touch. His hands found respite in your hips, kneading the area to aid in your movements.

“...by seducing me though?”

You giggled. “Is it working?”

“Mm, a bit.” He sighed in your shoulder, resting there, “But I still have to finish this.”

“No, don’t.” A small whine escaped your lips as you subtly grinded yourself on his lap, “Can’t you see your birthday gift needs your immediate attention?”

A sly little fox, that you were. You had, unknowingly, slipped closer to him, that your warm core was directly on his semi-hard bulge. As you shifted in your seat, Lee groaned at the friction.

“You will miss a lot of these paperworks if I—ugh—can’t finish this…” Lee’s grip on your hips tightened. “What should I do with you…?”

“Do me,” you purred in his ear, “Do me, your gift, Lee.”

Ah, he’d have to use his gift thoroughly.

Warmth was the feeling, the light at the crack that separated your thighs. One that Lee could drown in as he diligently licks at your cunt.

With a harsh tug of his hair and the sultry whine that slipped past your lips, Lee could die in between your thighs and he’d regret nothing. In the dim light of your room, Lee was nestled nicely down there as you were spread in your bed. Small, kitten lips at your throbbing clit, before lapping at your folds. You forgot how long you’ve been at his mercy, yet the dampness that pooled on your bed could say otherwise.

“L-Lee, ha—haah—wait–” You moaned out loud, “slow down, p-please!”

Pussydrunk, Lee moaned at the feeling, eating you away with no sense. You cried out from the overstimulation, desperately trying to push Lee away. But Lee’s hold in your hips were relentless.

“One more,” he groaned, “give me one more.”

His pants were aching from the tightness, but he was better off rutting his cock at the edge of your bed, focusing on your pleasure first and foremost.

Lapping at your juices, Lee realized why addiction was so potent—if they had seen the way your pussy clenched as he licked you clean, they’d be a devout addict. But he’s lucky, this sight was only his. You, your pretty little, soaking wet pussy was all his. No one else could make you cry out this loud, or the way your face contorted in pleasure—it was all Lee’s.

“C’mon, [Y/N], you can do it, do it for me,” Lee whispered between your soaking wet folds, “be a good girl, you can do it.”

A sharp shiver ran through your spine. Bubbling deep in your stomach, you cried as you felt two of his fingers slip deep in your pussy. “A-ah, Lee, w-wait—”

Sucking at your pearl, Lee’s fingers curled upward, hitting a spongy spot that made your pussy clench hard. With a loud cry of his name, you cum hard for the third time, sticky liquid coating his mechanical fingers. Lee fucks you through your orgasm, mesmerized in the way your eyes rolled back, crying as you arched your back.

“Good girl,” he cooed, “good girl, [Y/N].”

Amidst your orgasm, your pussy answered by squeezing the fingers that were still inside of you. As Lee pulled away, you noticed his chin shimmered with your slick in between the haze, which made your heart flutter. Watching through lust-blown eyes, his cerulean eyes were glowing brightly in the dark, and your only thought was—

“Pretty…”

“Hmm?” Lee chuckled, taking your hand to his lips, “Who is?”

“You,” you lolled, “It’s you…”

You opened your arms to welcome Lee, kissing in spite of his state. It’s hot, brightly burning with passion, humming as you mindlessly kissed Lee again and again, fueled in the heat of the moment. Yet you realized soon that his fingers found themselves grazing your overstimulated cunt, lightly rubbing it.

“A-ah, w-wait,” you whined, weakly pushing Lee away, “not yet…”

“Why?” Lee kissed the shell of your ear, “Is there something wrong?”

Your wandering hands finally found the thing you were looking for. The prominent bulge, sensitive enough that made him groan even as you grazed it with your hand.

“It’s not fair,” you pouted, “let me take care of you, too…”

“[Y/N], I’d much rather help you—”

“—Lee, please,” you pleaded, fluttering your eyelashes, “I want you to feel good, too…”

The fly was already down before he could nod, springing his long, thick cock. Lee breathed out a sigh of relief, but the itch was yet to be itched. Fortunately, your fingers were already running through his shaft, cock twitching from your teasing.

“See,” you sat properly, urging Lee to mirror you, “doesn’t it feel nice?”

You grabbed his shaft, enclosing your hand and jerking him lightly. Lee could hardly contain his moans, cheeks and ears blooming red from your ministration. You couldn't take your eyes off, too—your pretty boy, your Lee, feeling the same kind of pleasure that he had always given you.

“Does it feel good, Lee?” You asked, moving closer, “Tell me if it’s too much.”

“Good, ugh,” Lee managed to say, “You’re doing so—hah, really, g-good.”

You’ve seen him naked a lot of times, no surprise to see his long and hard cock, heavy in your hand that you had to use your other one to help. Watching the way Lee’s face contorted as you jerk him off almost makes your own pussy throb, another set of wetness pooling in your thighs. Thumbing his slit, precum sliding off, you wanted to dip your head down and suck him off.

“You really should let me do this, Lee,” you hummed, leaning closer that your lips were leaving kisses on his jaw, “You should see how pretty you are when I’m touching you like this, mm?”

“[Y/N],” a sensual moan of your name rolling off of his tongue, your pussy clenched around nothing in response, “God—hah, don’t stop…”

Gritting his teeth, grasping your sheets as you jerked him harder. Your heart was beating wildly, like how you were too entangled with Lee—too wild, too indecent.

But your movements were halted, Lee’s hands wrapped tight around yours.

“Huh?”

“No,” Lee shook his head, ignoring his hot red dick throbbing, moving your hands away, “I can’t cum like this…I need to be inside of you to do that.”

For what it’s worth, Lee had always been wanting to bury himself deep in your cunt before the fun was over. Giggling at his answer, you pecked his lips. “Okay, okay.”

Thinking it wasn’t enough, Lee pulled you closer to kiss you better. Blind hands sought for the dip of your hips, leading you to his own. With twin moans, your pussy was pushed flush on the shaft of his aching cock. You even had the nerve to drag your soaking folds against the sensitive pulsating vein on his shaft.

“You’re teasing again,” Lee warned as he pulled away for a moment.

“I’m only letting you know how much I want you.”

With lips never leaving yours, you reached for his manhood, angling the tip to your awaiting hole. Lee helped in grounding you, gripping your hips hard as you shallowly fucked yourself on the tip.

“I can taste how much you want me, [Y/N],” his voice dripped in your ear, making you shiver, “Look how desperate you are for me.”

“I am,” you whined, feeling the bulbous tip finally slip past your tight ring of muscle, “I am fucking desperate for you, Lee.”

You sobbed as Lee’s cock was fully sheathed inside of you, already hitting your sensitive spot. Burying your face on the crook of his neck, Lee took the time to caress your shaking back.

“Even after we’ve done this a lot of times now—ngh—you’re still too tight for me.”

Your pussy fluttered around his shaft. “G-glad you think so.”

Attempting to rock your hips to move, Lee stopped you. You pulled back, noticing his gaze.

“As much as I want to move,” He whispered, “I’d like to take the time to admire my gift, please.”

You awkwardly laughed, “I thought you’ve done that before.”

“Mm, yeah, I have.” He inhaled, “but it’s different like this.”

Thoroughly content like this. Amid the dark room, moonlight found itself splattered on the floor, on your bed. Lee took your hand and held it back to his lips, gently kissing the back of your hand. Without looking away, his glowing cerulean eyes held too much emotion; there was lust, but they were love and adoration. Watching as he kissed every finger, from the pinkie, to the thumb, kissing one particular finger, lips lingering longer there. A display of emotion, one that Lee has long reserved only for you.

“Did you enjoy your gift, Lee?” You whispered, minding the wild flutter of your heart.

“How could I not?” He said, “You are the best gift I could ever receive.”

Despite everything, Lee is yours. All the pain, all the fear—the Tower, the red tide, the war raging outside of your door—and all you could do was rest your other hand to his chest, the metal cool as you feel the mirroring throb of his mechanical heart.

“Do you know why I love you, Lee?” You asked. He shook his head.

“I don’t.”

“I used to think that we wouldn’t be able to have the luxury for love.”

Looking away, you watched the sea of stars outside of your window. They were twinkling, shimmering; somewhere, constellations blanketed the universe, but they were hiding. You couldn’t care less, but the thought made you think so.

“We’re always sent to battle, and you were made to fight the virus. I didn’t think I’d be able to make a valuable connection, unless it was for the better of the majority.”

Flashes of your graduation from the F.O.S., to your first mission, Kowloong, the church, the Tower—it made you curl your fingers, grasping for Lee’s hand.

“But the Gray Raven…but you, it all changed.”

In the haze of memories, the only clear vision was Lee. Cupping his cheeks, thumb grazing the outline of his jaw, you laughed.

“It’s honestly funny. Gray Raven changed it for the better. But you made me believe that love…it exists, even in this damned world.”

Lee mirrored the smile on your face, as you traced his eyebrows, the shape of his eye, the bridge of his nose. Grazing his lower lip, you lightly left a kiss.

“I’m glad you exist, Lee.” You whispered, “Everything you went through was proof of your existence. I cannot imagine how painful it muat have been, but I want to use all the years of my life proving you that you are loved, that you are deserving of it.”

You’re already pressed flush against one another, but if you could, you’d collide closer to Lee.

“I love you, Lee.” You confessed, “I love you, I will live for you. If you stay on Earth, I’ll crawl out of heaven. Wherever you’ll go, I’ll follow. I never want to be apart from you. Just let me spend all the years with you, to shower you with all of my love.”

Lee took pride in his stoicism. But for you, oh, may that be damned.

Warmth was something he’d not have, but sometimes he covets. But you, you who deserves it all, somehow wants to share this warmth with him, out of all the people. You, who selfishly, gave a warmth unlike others. You, you, you—warm blood, flows freely within you, and you were his, as much as he was yours.

“That’s my line.” He laughed, leaning forward to kiss you, “I’ll love you for all the years, too, [Y/N].”

Every kiss with Lee felt like healing. Grasping at whatever to hold, at whatever skin, you never want to be apart from him. Lee started to move his hips, causing you to moan in between your fervent kisses.

Lee loves you. Lee makes love to you, precisely and deeply plunging his cock inside of you, hitting your sensitive spots. It doesn’t take long though, when your pussy spasmed as you cum through the pressure, crying out Lee’s name.

Lee followed shortly, groaning as he painted your walls, filling you full.

Labored breaths echo throughout the room, two lovers entwined, without the need to break away from each other.

“I love you, [Y/N].” Lee nuzzled in the crook of your neck, “I love you so much.”

“Mm, I think you made me lose the ability to walk at the moment…”

“Consider it a reward. Thank you for being my gift.”

It took a while to settle back into your bed, with Lee wanting to wash you up, but you insisted to stay until the numbing feeling in your legs disappeared. For now then, you were content with Lee on his back, and you sprawled on his chest.

The thump of his mechanical heart was a lullaby.

“Don’t doze off, [Y/N]. I still need to clean you up.”

“Lee,” you yawned in response, “Let’s get married.”

“That’s quite random,” you heard him laugh, “Why the sudden proposal?”

You gently brushed his empty ring finger, “Well, I don’t know what will happen next time. I’d rather have the proof that I’m already taken, and I’d rather have the rest of my life with you.”

“...Unless you like another?” You smugly added, looking up.

But Lee, with a chuckle, only pulled you up, kissing you.

“...We’ll get married, then. Whenever you want.”

“What if I want it tomorrow?”

He’d have to humor you for now, noticing the droop of your eyes. “Alright, sure.”

“I love you,” you dawdled, the last echoes of your consciousness drifting into the sea of dreams, “Lee, tomorrow, okay…?”

“Tomorrow.”

“...mm, don’t forget tomorrow, too…spend your birthday with me…”

“...Yes, I will.”

Lucky for you, a certain ring awaits near your table.

God pls give me a Lee I love You

— starry needs a bf

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sapphire-heart-tippy · 2 months ago

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Sugar Crash Void Bash: The Fanfic!

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4 chapter 5 chapter 6 chapter 7

CWs: Violent action sequences, blood mention, slight gore, anxiety and panic, possession/mind control, strangulation, sharp weapons (daggers, spears, halberds)

Chapter Eight: Kingdom Crumbles

After you read this, you'll get to choose between two endings

Bad Ending Good Ending

The fog of tension is so thick in the air that one could cut it with a knife. After a restless night, the soon-to-be heroes did everything in their power to replenish their energy for the upcoming confrontation. Ice and Tippy get dressed in silence, the brunette is sitting on the edge of the bed.

Tippy gently wraps zeir arms around him, planting a reassuring kiss on his cheek. Ice breathes a relieved sigh through his nose, closing his eyes, and lightly caressing Tippy’s bicep.

Outside

The air, although silent and still, is filled with the dread of what’s to come. Emmanuel steps over the threshold of the front door to meet the rest of his family. He inhales,

“Mr Dio isn’t coming. He’s far too weakened from the attack yesterday.”

“Just as I suspected,” Ice speaks bluntly then turns to the others, “Let’s end this.”

Ramón holds the map, directing the rest of the family members where to go. They trek outside of town, seemingly into the middle of the desert. Emmanuel accidentally bumps into the back of Vanilla,

“Ough! Sorry, cous’–” His eye widens at the sight he sees, “What… the hell… is that?”

Before the three gentlemen, is what looks to be a palace of sorts. The palace is made from smooth sandstone, all lined with gold trim. It has open arches in place of doorways so anyone could wander inside… but would they want to?

Ice shakes his head, remaining silent, but continues hiking down the sand dune. Tippy narrows his eyes in suspicion and curiosity at zeir husband.

The four get closer and closer to the sandstone palace, an eerie pressure lingering in the air with every passing step. Ice feels Ramón wrap his arm around his arm. The pink haired teen holds onto his papa for comfort, anxious about what may happen soon. With a head rub and some soothing words of reassurance from his papa, Ramón’s muscles relax and he feels less tense.

The four’s footsteps echo on the stone floor as they enter the palace. Up high on a hill of stairs, sits a sinister man on his throne. He has pin straightened, lavender, shoulder length hair, sharply cut horizontally, golden-orange eyes that glow intermittently, and is wearing what appears to be a cerulean crown with a sky blue diamond in the center. The crown and his outfit’s ensemble are quite similar to the way the envelope was presented.

Once the group approaches him, a nasty smirk curls upon his glossed lips. Vanilla stops in his tracks, gazing up at the menacing man in the throne, he clenches his teeth,

“Beleza…”

“Wait, you know this guy?!” Tippy says. Ramón and Emi are confused too, the three of them look at Vanilla. The brunette is fuming and imploding with repressed negative emotions of the man in front of him. The man chuckles,

“That’s right. It’s me. Beleza Muscadine, in the flesh and blood,” He smirks grimly, “But you all may address me as ‘Lord Bel’ from now on.”

“In your dreams.” Vanilla growls. Bel giggles, then daintily crosses his legs in his throne. He playfully shakes his head, looking at Vanilla's family,

“Oh, my my my my my… Who do we have here? This,” Bel points at Tippy, “must be your little boyfriend, hm? He’s awfully handsome. I guess you did find love after all, eh, Vanilly?” He bats his eyelashes. Bel points at Ramón, “And this one… this one must be your baby, huh? Ohohoho, you naughty thing…” Bel smirks and looks at Emi,

“You… I have no idea who you are, but my best guess is you are somehow related to this man right here.”

“Let’s end this, Beleza. I’m ready to punch that putrid smirk off your face.” Vanilla hisses.

“So hostile.” Bel puts up his hands. “This guy has always been jealous of me.”

Tippy turns to Vanilla with great concern,

“Vans, what is going on?! Who is this?!”

Before Ice can answer, Bel speaks, directing his attention to Tippy,

“Ohohoho, you’d like to get to know me, pretty little thing?”

The words that slip out of Bel’s mouth send shockwaves of pure rage into Vanilla’s heart. The brunette tries everything in his power to restrain himself from lunging at the purple haired man.

“Allow me to explain.”

Bel ominously glides down the stairs, landing in front of the group,

“I used to be one of The Beast’s loyal servants…

In fact… I was one of the first to join.

After a few months of being Dio’s right hand man alone… that was when Ice appeared.

Hmhmhm… you all should’ve seen him, the way he was before…

He was so pathetic, meek, fragile, dirty… He acted like a shy little child at first.

Of course, Dio took quite a liking to him and didn’t let him out of his sight. I must admit, I was a little jealous of all the attention Ice would get, but mhmhm… all of that changed rather quickly over time.

Even though Ice became stronger and healthier, grabbing Dio’s attention more often… I was still The Beast’s favorite. I made damn sure Icy knew that.

Ohohoho, he would get so angry. Ice hated me so much. Seething with jealousy that I, Beleza Muscadine was so, smart, gorgeous, perfect, and everything he’s not.

He must’ve omitted my existence out of any life stories he told, hm? Well then, I was such a great leader and I could persuade others to do my bidding with ease, something Dio praised me quite highly on. Awww, Vanilly was just so torn apart with jealousy at me ‘stealing away his boyfriend’ that he turned himself into a mindless slave. He obeyed Dio without hesitation, doing anything and everything that was asked of him… no matter how humiliating or degrading the command was.

But… I cared not for Dio’s worthless attention, but mostly for the sake of tormenting Ice. Oh, and taking Dio’s treasure of course.

I was treated quite poorly by The Beast. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life under the thumb of some arrogant waste of space.”

Bel circles the group then hovers back up to his throne, gracefully sitting back down and crossing his legs one over the other. He rests his cheek on his knuckles, gazing down at the gang with his yellow eyes,

“Everything changed for the better however…” Bel looks down at the nails on his left hand then back at the group, “I had found something that helped me get everything I deserved.”

Beleza taps the jewel embedded in the crown on top of his head,

“I found this gorgeous gem. It called to me, and I took it as a trophy.” The purple haired man sighs dreamily, looking off into the distance with hooded eyelids, “Yes, I was Dio’s favorite servant… right up until I had failed in offing The Beast with a wooden stake to the heart.”

Emmanuel is stunned, slowly shaking his head, remembering what happened the day prior. Beleza could have very well finally killed Dio yesterday, yet he chose not to. Bel continues,

“Instead of driving that wooden stake into his undead heart, it was driven right into the palm of his hand. He told me bluntly to get out, and if I were to ever return, I would be executed on sight. I left as told and… hmhm, here we are today.”

“We don’t care about any of that, Beleza.” Ice growls, dripping venom with every word.

“Your little boy toy certainly cared, since he’s the one who asked me so politely.” Bel puckers his lips and winks at Tippy.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH, I’LL KILL YOU!!!” Vanilla bellows, clenching his fists in rage. His anger only makes Beleza cackle.

Emmanuel steps in,

“What did you do with Jonathan?!”

Bel rolls his eyes then taps his cheek with his long golden painted nail. He sighs with an annoyed expression,

“Right… I have something of yours.” Bel snaps his fingers and uses the power of the jewel to bring down a cage containing a dazed Jonathan. The blue bearded man is sitting down on the cage’s floor, completely hypnotized into an unresponsive stupor.

“What did you do to him?!” Vanilla yells. Bel gestures up to Jonathan,

“He wasn’t cooperating, and he tried to use some kind of repulsive sunlight magic on me. Oh, that man certainly did put up quite the fight…” He grins evilly, “But what he didn’t count on was the fact that I like to fight dirty.” Bel grins devilishly, “I figured out that he was using his breath as an energy source… ahuhuhu, and Vanilly over here knows how I just simply *inhale* take the fellas’ breath away.” Bel points at the cage, “Long story short, he’s under my spell. I doubt he even knows what’s happening right now or where he is.”

“You bastard!” Vanilla grits his teeth.

“Mhm.” Bel raises an eyebrow, very unamused, “I’ll tell you what,” He taps his cheek with his golden fingernail, looking up at the suspended cage, “I’ll give the four of you a choice…”

Vanilla shakes his head already prepared to deny anything Beleza has to offer, no matter what that may be. The purple haired man smirks,

“I’ll let Jonathan go free if you join me in executing The Beast, and you must lend me each of your stand powers to take over the world. You four will be my most treasured servants. I will treat you with dignity and grace, don’t worry…”

Beleza narrows his eyes,

“But if you refuse…” He looks up at caged Jonathan, “Each and every one of you will die.”

“NO.” Vanilla speaks firmly, “I will never bow to you. None of us will bow to you.”

“Awww…” Bel feigns a pout, “Tsk tsk tsk, is that your final answer?”

Ice gives Beleza a chilling glare, piercing whatever soul the lavender haired man has left with him. With a smirk and a glance to Ramón, Bel speaks,

“What a shame… and I said I would never harm a child. Oh well,” Bel stands up quickly, holding up his right hand, electric blue magic emanating around it,

“But you have to crack a few skulls to make an empire.”

HSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!

Beleza’s stand, a large cerulean snake with golden accents and a lilac colored belly, manifests behind him.

“I’d like you all to meet, Gilded Cobra… because he will be the very last stand you ever meet!!!”

Gilded Cobra opens his mouth wide and attempts to strike the couple. Vanilla and Tippy manifest their stands and jump out of the way!

Emmanuel pulls Ramón aside and speaks,

“Listen, little man, you and I are going to rescue Jonathan while your parents take care of this Beleza guy, okay?”

Ramón looks back and forth between Emi and his fathers fighting this new enemy stand user. The teen gulps, but regains his composure and nods.

“Good! Now follow my lead!” Emi sprints over to where the suspended cage is, dipping into Slick’s shadow form, moving along the ground for Ramón to follow.

Tippy uses invisibreak, confusing and irritating Beleza. Gilded Cobra swipes his golden clawed serpent hands at Cream. This enrages the void stand, causing him to belt out a roar that shakes the palace. Cream flattens his hand and goes to slice Cobra in half. The snake stand is too quick! He hisses, spraying venom at Cream. A few drops land on the zombie-like stand, sizzling and melting his flesh. Vanilla grunts in pain, looking in disbelief at the acidic venom wounds.

Tippy peers out from Sapphire Heart’s invisibreak portal from the waist up. With diamond spear in hand, ze pulls it back and thrusts the spear at Beleza.

!!!

Beleza uses his magic to stop the spear from piercing his flesh. The electric blue magic has the head of the spear in its grasp. Tippy struggles to pull away, but Beleza is far too powerful.

“UNNGHH!!” Ze cries out. Beleza’s eyes are glowing bright, laser focused on Tippy. His grimace turns into a smirk, very much pleased from the power he has over the blue haired gentleman. Sapphire Heart appears fully, and grasps the spear in his hands,

“I have had enough of this.”

Sapphire makes the spear disappear in a flash, and swifter than a black mamba bite, ze crashes zeir fist into Beleza’s cheek, sending him flying across the throne platform. Sapphire covers zeir master in a protective crystal shield sphere. Tippy pushes the inside of the forcefield with zeir hands,

“SAPPHIRE!!!”

The genie stand ignores zeir master, seeing red at the treatment of Tippy. Beleza is lying on his throne, dazed and very enraged. Sapphire swoops in, grabbing Beleza by the collar of the top, transforming zeir right hand into a giant metal boxing glove-esque fist. Three sharp blue diamonds detract out of the knuckles,

“HYAAAAAHHH!!!!”

Zeir blow is cut short by the electric blue energy surrounding zeir fist. Bel’s pupils go from round to slitted as he pushes Sapphire Heart back. Tippy has no control over zeir stand anymore, not like ze had very much control to begin with. Bel manages to shove Sapphire away as well as push away the crystal shield orb containing Tippy. The blue haired gentleman screams as ze is flung away out of the range of zeir stand. Sapphire and the orb disappear, causing Tippy to crash painfully to the ground,

“Aauunghh!!”

Vanilla notices this, but is dealing with Gilded Cobra at the moment. His head is peeking out of Cream’s mouth as Cream tries to push Cobra away from him. Ice turns to see his husband lying on the ground,

“TIPPY!!!”

He turns back to the serpent stand, gaining enough energy, strength, and motivation to finally kick him off with both of Cream’s massive legs. Cobra gets sent flying backwards, which causes Bel to stop walking and get sent flying off as well.

Ice leaps out of Cream’s void mouth and dashes over to protect his love. Beleza spots this and narrows his eyes. Before Ice can reach Tippy, Beleza swoops down and seizes zem in his arms. Tippy yelps and is pressed against Beleza’s chest, being firmly held in place by his left arm. Vanilla stops dead in his tracks, viewing the horrendous sight before him. Beleza’s devilish serpent eyes drill into Vanilla’s,

“Hmhmhmhm…” The lavender haired man chuckles, his voice is eerily distorted. Bel looks down at Tippy, eyelids hooded, a smirk impossibly wide and even more snake-like than before. He licks his lips with a black forked tongue. This makes Ice’s eyes widen in pure disgust and bewilderment. Bel looks back over at Ice and his chuckle sounds more like a rhythmic hiss,

“Sss sss sss sss sss…” He continues, “He’s awfully cute…”

The lavender haired man stretches out his hand to the side, manifesting a sharp, curved, golden dagger,

“I might just have to make him my groom instead… but if he misbehaves or disobeys me in any way,” Tippy winces as the cold blade is pressed against his throat. Bel enjoys seeing both Tippy and Vanilla in this position. Having an attractive guy in his clutches, as well as said guy being the lover of his enemy. Ice’s fury amuses Beleza,

“We will rule the world together, my love…” He abandons the dagger, causing it to disappear into thin air. Instead, Beleza gently touches Tippy’s cheek and jaw, making zem look at him, “Oh, darling. Look… look at me… look into my eyes…” Tippy looks into his eyes, going into a trance, causing zeir eyes to glow. Ze tries to turn zeir head away, but zeir eyes remain locked onto Beleza’s.

Suddenly zeir body goes numb, and zeir mind goes fuzzy. Beleza turns away as he just put Tippy under his serpent spell, looking into Vanilla’s eyes as well. Ice feels his body fill with sprinkles of pleasure and his mind go fuzzy. He quickly shields his eyes and groans. Bel grins,

“Yet another thing of yours that I have taken away, eh, Vanilly?” His cackle rings in Vanilla’s ears, making him lose control.

BAWWWMMPPH!!!

Vanilla punches Beleza as hard as he can in the face with his fist. Tippy drops to the floor again, holding the spot on zeir chest where Bel held zem. Ice stomps over to Bel on the ground, seeing that his skin is growing blue scales on certain parts of his body, including his cheeks and neck.

“Vanilla!” Tippy calls over to his husband. Ice whips his head around to see Tippy holding up his hands in the shape of a heart. Vanilla quickly rushes to Tippy and they both yell,

“HEART!!!”

In a flash of bright white light, Razz lands and slides his leg across the floor. Bel hisses, his mouth is wider with two protruding fangs, and sparse blue scales glisten on his cheeks,

“What?!”

Meanwhile, Ramón and Emmanuel are figuring out a way to get Jonathan down from the cage. The two family members finally reach the cage, Emi by using his shadow form, Ramón by glitching out. Emmanuel slips out from the waist up of Slick’s shadow. He touches the cage, only to be met with what feels like an electric shock,

“YEOW! W-what the hell was that all about?!” Emi waves his hand around, “This isn’t good, little man, we need to try to find a way to get him out of this cage, pronto.”

“I have an idea!” Ramón holds up his hand, which is glitching violently. He sticks his glitching hand through the bars just to test his theory, “Aha! So all I have to do is glitch out, grab Mr Jojo and pull him through the bars!”

“Er, no offense, Ramón, but… I don’t think you’d be strong enough to hold this guy.” Emi shakes his head. Ramón floats over next to Emi,

“Okay, what about this? I’ll take Mr Jojo out, then you grab him and send him to the shadow world or whatever that is.”

“Yeah, sure, that sounds like a pla–”

KAH-TAAAANG!!!

The two relatives recoil and realize that Bel shot a slim beam of electric blue energy at the two of them from an enchanted gilded halberd that used to be hanging from a pillar. Bel is tackled by Razz, who was recovering from several thrashes that Bel had given him.

Emi looks directly at Ramón,

“We have to do this quickly.”

Ramón nods in agreement and attempts to pull the weakened Jonathan out of the cage.

Razz and Beleza continue to viciously fight one another. Bel hisses and screeches, grabbing animalistically at Razz’s long brown hair on his right side, yanking him around. Razz howls in pain and claws at Beleza’s chest and face, feeling the transition from skin to scales every now and then.

The lavender haired man straight up strikes at the fusion with his mouth, trying to sink his fangs into him. Razz dodges out of the way, still in extreme pain at having his hair clutched so tightly in Bel’s grasp. Razz fights dirty too, taking a leaf from Beleza’s book and clamping his jaw around Beleza’s left arm.

Bel yelps and hisses loudly, burning venom spraying everywhere, pounding his fist into Razz’s head, making the fusion dizzy. Thankfully Beleza lets Razz go.

The fusion disappears into a cloud of sparkles, which infuriates the lavender haired man even more. Light blue venom drips down Bel’s chin, as he gives out low, beastly growls. His slitted, glowing yellow eyes are wide, as he twirls around trying to catch the damned fusion.

UURRRGHHHH…

Beleza feels an ominous presence behind him. He hears the low, horrific sound of a mysterious creature growling. As the lavender haired man turns around, he is met face to face with Volatile Amethyst. The demonic undead stand holds his scythe with both hands, giving Beleza an evil toothy grin,

“Goodnight…”

SLAAASSSHHH!!!

Amethyst goes to slice Beleza in half with his scythe. Bel’s serpent eyes are wide as his body is sliced diagonally, from left shoulder to right hip. Instead of blood pouring out of his body, electric blue energy radiates across his wound. The jewel in his crown glows blindingly bright, making Amethyst and Razz shield their eyes. Beleza hovers, being held up by the crown’s jewel, his body is limp and his eyes are rolled back in his head as if he is deceased. Razz squints his eyes, trying to get a better look at what’s happening.

Bel lands on the ground, stumbling on his own feet. He gazes off into the distance with a thousand yard stare. His eyes flash from yellow and slitted, to dark brown and round in an instant. Beleza grabs his head and pants from what seems to be distressed,

“Haaahh, haaaah!! W-what?!” His voice sounds vastly different.

Quicker than a mousetrap’s spring, Beleza snaps out of it, regaining his glowing yellow serpent eyes, and looks straight at Razz. His movements are a little more robotic than they were before.

“You are a fool.” Beleza grins, his eyes unblinking and locked onto Razz. The fusion is horrified at what he just saw. He feels a visceral and primal instinct to run away as if Beleza was a beast in the wild and Razz was the prey.

“I cannot be killed.” Razz doesn’t know why but… when Beleza speaks, it feels like it’s… not even him speaking, but rather he's being spoken through.

“The power of the jewel is unsurpassable. By The Serpent’s Eye, you will bow to my feet or perish beneath them.” Beleza’s movements are akin to that of a puppet on a string, something that would be seen straight from a nightmare. Razz backs away from primal fear.

Crrrkk

Bel’s head turns to Emmanuel and Ramón, attempting to glitch Jonathan out of the cage. He raises both of his hands, palms facing upwards, and knocks Ramón out of the sky using an electric blue energy beam from the gem.

Emmanuel reaches out for Ramón,

“NOOOO!!!”

The teenager falls down, weakened from the blast. Razz shrieks and sprints to catch his son. Beleza’s head is tilted, almost touching his left shoulder. His limbs are stiff yet limp, as if he was just a reanimated corpse. His body twitches every now and then.

Razz dashes, and as if everything were happening in slow motion, he manages to catch Ramón before he plummets to the ground. The two of them disappear in a cloud of sparkles, resting in the void for a while.

Beleza jerks his head upwards at Emmanuel, which sends chills down his spine. Emi frantically thinks of some other way to free Jonathan. Beleza raises his hands again, charging another attack while Emmanuel makes his way up to the rope holding up the cage to keep it still.

Slick Shadow tries his best to wriggle his way into the cage without touching the bars, so he can pull Jonathan into the shadow void with him.

Before Beleza can shoot an energy beam at Emmanuel, Razz leaps out of the void and tackles him! They both land on the ground with a loud thud. Razz kicks Bel and stands back up, putting up his obsidian shield.

Gilded Cobra hisses and wraps his mouth over a part of the obsidian shield, trying to break it but to no avail. The electric blue venom drips down onto the ground, sizzling and melting the sandstone floor. Beleza hovers over and starts thrusting the golden halberd violently and mechanically into the force field.

Any and every attempt to break the shield is proven in vain. Beleza growls and launches the halberd directly at Emmanuel, missing him by mere centimeters. The enchanted halberd disappears and is teleported back to the ground near Beleza. Ramón laughs, grabbing the attention of the lavender haired man,

“Haha! Give it up already, Beleza. We can literally do this all day! My fathers can stay fused for 12 hours!”

Beleza’s face turns from frustration to realization to deviousness. He grins wickedly and slowly turns his head to Razz,

“Good to know…”

Beleza leaps up into the air, hovering with his head looking straight up at the ceiling. The gem glows a bright white, then a bright orange… then a bright red. His arms are stretched out and hands are holding two glowing orbs of golden energy. Razz frantically looks around,

“W-w-what’s going on? What the hell is happening now?!”

Ramón runs up to Razz, grabs his bicep and points out of the open archways,

“Whatever’s happening outside!!!”

Outside, the clouds move faster and faster with each passing second.

“Wait…Wait.” Razz realizes,” H-HE’S FAST FORWARDING TIME!!!”

“I refuse to be disrespected by worthless mortals.” Beleza’s voice booms all around the palace.

Razz runs to below where Beleza is and has Amethyst fly upwards,

“Shit! He’s out of range of my stand!”

Ramón gets a determined look in his eyes and rushes to the spot Razz is at. He glitches out and disappears, startling the fusion.

Beleza continues to make time pass even faster and faster until it’s night. Ramón glitches up to where he is and manages to grab onto Beleza. They both glitch around, the magic coupled with the glitching, makes the entire earth shake and distort.

“STOP THIS! STOP AT ONCE, YOU FOOL, YOU’LL KILL US ALL!” Beleza roars.

The entire universe ripples and wobbles from the immense power distortion caused by Ramón’s glitching and Beleza’s gem magic. The two of them lose power for a brief moment and plummet to the ground.

The teen finds enough strength to get his stand power back and glitches out into the void before he hits the ground. Beleza hovers, lying down prone, almost touching the ground. He stands up and clenches his fists, glaring at Ramón. He directs his attention back to the fusion and smirks,

“11 hours and 55 minutes have passed. You don’t have much time left before you are separated.”

Razz says nothing, his heart is racing and he bites his teeth, angry and anxious. Beleza grabs the golden halberd once again and shoots out an energy beam at Emmanuel, this time grazing his right bicep.

“AAAUGH!!!” Emmanuel wails in pain, wobbling and having trouble clinging to the rope. Slick Shadow gets electrocuted by the cage bars, recoiling in pain and ruining all of the progress. Beleza gives a fang filled grin.

Razz turns to his son,

“Ramón, run away. Run far, far away. Please.”

“W-what?! N-no! I can’t! I won’t–”

“You need to save yourself, child.” Razz commands his son, then mumbles, “Vanilla and Tippy shouldn’t even have brought you in the first place.”

Before Ramón can respond, Razz sprints to Beleza, and another battle ensues. The teenage boy is completely paralyzed in place, watching Razz and Beleza attack each other with their bare hands.

His heart thumps against his ribcage, unintentionally glitching around,

“G-GA-A-A-AUGH!”

Ramón stops for a few moments and looks up at Emmanuel, who’s trying to release Jonathan from the cage while at the same time trying to stops his wound from bleeding. Blood drips down from the area Emmanuel is at, splattering down to the floor below.

Ramón trembles from fear, feeling his fingers go numb. His periphery grows fuzzy and unfocused, his heart beats uncontrollably no matter how slow he tries to breathe. His throat closes up, making it almost impossible to swallow.

With a couple more glitches, his golden brown eyes lock onto the jewel in Beleza’s crown, glowing bright blue. Sugar Crash whispers behind Ramón barely audible but still just enough to hear,

“He’s being puppeteered by it…”

That’s when the teen realizes… He remembers the person in the trench coat and top hat. They had glowing yellow eyes for a while until... Suddenly they didn't. Just a little while ago, Beleza was sliced in half by Volatile Amethyst, then got revived by the gem in his crown. Ramón replays that scene in his head over and over… Beleza’s eyes… his eyes… his eyes went from a glowing yellow to a dark brown.

Razz shouts and uses his stand to slice at Gilded Cobra. The snake stand hisses and strikes at Amethyst at lightning speed. Amethyst goes in to slash at him, frantically swinging around the scythe. Cobra whips around and smacks Amethyst up against a pillar, sending Razz backwards as well. The pillar cracks and crumbles, pieces of debris flying every which way.

Beleza flies over to Razz, only to be kicked in the abdomen by both of his legs. Beleza grunts from the power of the kick. He hisses, the bright blue venom from his fangs spewing as his mouth opens. Razz covers his face, his forearms taking the stinging droplets of venom,

“Aaaughh!”

Meanwhile, Ramón is quickly coming up with a plan to steal away the crown from Beleza. With a deep inhale and a glance to his stand, he glitches out. The battle between Razz and Beleza causes destruction all inside of the palace.

Emi clutches his arm, watching as Slick Shadow wraps around the inebriated Jonathan,

“Come on, come on…”

Slick gets electrocuted every now and then, causing immense pain to Emmanuel, yet he pushes on.

Ramón manages to glitch his way behind Beleza. The lavender haired man is dodging Razz’s punches and kicks, but what he didn’t count on was Ramón grabbing the crown from his head.

“HUH?!” Beleza twists his head around and catches the teenager in the act. Ramón gasps! Simply removing the jewel from Beleza’s head isn’t enough. Razz lands a harsh blow against Beleza’s left cheek, bringing his attention back to the fusion. Ramón thinks fast, glitchily flying over to another area where he slams down the crown into the ground.

The pink haired boy stomps on the jewel with his foot, but it does nothing. He tries to have Sugar Crash punch it, but still nothing happens.

Suddenly, a glint of metal catches his eye,

“Th-the halberd!” Ramón dashes over to the enchanted halberd Beleza had abandoned and snatches it up off the ground. He sprints back over to the crown and starts smashing the jewel with the head of the weapon.

CRRK!

The halberd manages to crack the gem bit by bit. It starts glowing red, the light pulsating in a rhythm as if it’s a dying heartbeat. Beleza furiously grabs Razz by the throat and hovers, raising the fusion up in the air and strangling him with just one hand. Razz grabs hold of Beleza’s wrist and does everything he can to pry himself free from the deadly grip.

Ramón looks over for a brief moment to see what’s happening, then goes back to smashing the jewel with the enchanted halberd, grunting and using every bit of his strength to destroy the accursed thing.

Emmanuel strains and shudders from both the pain of being shot with an energy beam, and from being shocked by the cage’s bars. He finally has Jonathan fully enveloped in Slick’s shadow form. Now all there is left to do is pull him out.

Ramón wails as he slams the golden halberd down into the jewel repeatedly. Gilded Cobra slithers over to the fusion, unhinging his jaw and going in to take a finishing bite. Ramón looks over once again and shrieks,

“NOOOO!!!”

This time sobbing in terror. There is not much time left before Razz separates back into Ice and Tippy.

To be continued…

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A Dance Made For Us

Finarfin x reader x Fingolfin

Kinktober 2023: Threesome

A/N: As this is the last fic of the event, I decided to go out with a bang (pun intended) and give you all the most words I've ever written for smut. I was in different moods while writing this, so excuse the long plot (I'm a sucker for plots, you all should know that by now). I had quite a lot of fun writing this and wanted to take my time building the tension to make this work despite being thrown off at numerous turns. Also, since this is a pairing not seen, I wanted to make it worth the read. In the end, I hope you enjoy the final fic!

Warnings: fem!reader, smut with plot, threesome, dom–sub dynamics, cunnilingus, blowjob, handjob, double penetration, anal and vaginal penetration, dirty talking, semi–public groping, flirtation, manhandling, nipple play, impact play (spanking), Finarfin loves titties, praising, body–worshipping, dom!Finarfin, dom!Fingolfin, asphyxiation, Finarfin being a snappy and impatient brat,

Words: 11.4k

Synopsis: As the upcoming ball for the House of Finwe approaches, the two young renowned Princes decide to improve their dancing. Inviting you, a longtime friend, to assist them, things take a fortunate turn when the heat gets turned on as you’re left alone in their hands. Determined to prove how much they have learned, they each take it upon themselves to demonstrate, competitively, their experienced skills.

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Heels clopping away on the resplendent dance floor of the empty ballroom, your body was mesmerised by the fluidity of your dance partner and too caught up in the moment to acknowledge anyone else. Cerulean blue eyes were locked on yours as he led you step by step, feeling as though it was more than just dancing and another form of physical intimacy. A simple request from the elder of the two princes turned into a jealous game, switching you back and forth between each other to professionalise their performance for the upcoming Yule ball. You were most content with the impression that they were eager to improve their gracefulness and elegance after the last incident—constantly having your foot stepped on was not promising.

However, had you known there was a fourth person in the opulent and grand room, you would have gladly accepted their offer. The instructor’s presence, constantly hovering like a cautious parent, was irritating. Their presence had already vanished the moment you engaged with either of the princes, twirling you around and placing their hands on your waist. However, their irritating voice consistently broke your concentration, causing you to accidentally step harshly on Fingolfin’s right foot, making him stumble backwards, almost colliding with a pillar.

The scene only fuelled the instructor’s frustration, while you rolled your eyes, thanks to their incessant, annoying voice periodically disrupting your focus. You were already enjoying yourself, dancing around the room freely with Fingolfin—the first time you had ever seen the uptight prince so carefree and relaxed. Perhaps it was because Finarfin was present and not his elder brother, but you were pleased to see him in a leisurely state without being reprimanded for messing up the dance sequence; instead, it was the dance instructor who took on that task.

She finally couldn’t take it any longer and shouted, “Stop, stop, stop, stop. Enough!” With that, the three of you took the opportunity to laugh at her distress, knowing that your antics were working. From the beginning, none of you wanted the instructor to loom around the ballroom due to her history of giving the princes harsh lessons and ruining their fun. The more you stressed her out, the sooner she would give up or call off their lessons. “Your Highness, I implore you, with all due respect, the steps are quick, quick, slow. Not quick, slow, quick.”

As you turned in each other’s arms, you caught Finarfin giggling behind the instructor, his hand covering his mouth as he tried not to get into trouble. It seemed that he was the only one among the three of you who had escaped the instructor’s wrath and was now making it his mission to mock both of you and the instructor’s pressure. Resisting the urge to roll your eyes at his childish antics, you bit your tongue as the instructor came forward and asked you to step aside to demonstrate the proper moves to Fingolfin.

Gently sidestepping, you hurried to stand beside Finarfin, not without giving his arm a playful pinch for his antics. Both of you couldn’t help but shoot Fingolfin a playful pout as he had no choice but to engage in a brief dance session with the instructor to correct his mistake. “Looks like the instructor won’t be giving up on you two anytime soon. How long has it been?” you whispered discreetly to the golden–haired beauty next to you.

“I’d say she’s onto us this time. It’s been two and a half hours. Last time, she gave up after just an hour,” he chuckled, completely carefree, stealing glances at you, who couldn’t help but clutch your stomach from laughing. “But it seems like háno is enjoying his private dance lessons.”

Suppressing another fit of laughter, you turned your head to catch Fingolfin’s desperate plea in his facial expressions. Clinging to Finarfin’s tunic, you doubled over, amused by the way Fingolfin’s face contorted into a plea for help. It had dawned on Fingolfin that inviting you had been a grave mistake, given your apparent lack of concern for him and your tendency to find his reactions amusing. If he had known this would be the outcome of the dance lesson, he might have convinced his brother to leave you out. Nevertheless, watching your unbridled joy was utterly captivating.

“He looks like he’s on the verge of passing out any moment. Save him, Ara, or he’ll spontaneously combust, and we’ll never hear the end of it,” you urged, playfully pushing Finarfin towards his brother to rescue him from embarrassment.

To the disappointment of both his brother and your plea, Finarfin stepped aside, shaking his head in bewilderment. “Are you insane?! Do I look like I want to be devoured by Lady Ancalmaril? When she’s done or grows tired of us, that’s entirely her decision.”

With a playful grimace, you pressed your lips together, watching him retreat to stand behind you. You couldn’t help but shiver slightly at his proximity and the warmth radiating from his tunic–clad body. It wasn’t unusual for either of the brothers to have such an effect on you, but it seemed to be happening more frequently as if they were becoming aware of your reactions. You chose not to dwell on it, not wanting to misinterpret the situation and risk damaging the friendship between the three of you. Instead, you remained focused on the scene before you: Fingolfin being spun by the instructor after his failed attempt at spinning her. However, somewhere during her attempt to spin him, his feet kicked out and unintentionally stomped on hers. This sent her into a fit of winces and eye twitches as she struggled to suppress the growing pain caused by the weight of the overgrown young prince on her poor foot.

“Alright, that’s enough! My prince, you’re too distracted right now. Let your brother have a turn while you take a break,” she commanded, flicking her wrist as her fingers indicated where she wanted you all to move and biting her tongue to not cry out.

Without wasting a moment at the opportunity, Finarfin wrapped his slender arm around your waist, pulling your body close to his newly developed abdominal muscles. He effortlessly led you onto the dance floor. From the sidelines, he could see his brother looking defeated, aware that Finarfin was about to take the lead and win this round—an ongoing, silent bet between the brothers.

As your body glided across the floor without your feet touching it, you felt like you were flying through the air, carried by Finarfin like a doll eager to have his turn with you once again. It had been over an hour since he had last danced with you, while his brother had taken the spotlight, twirling you around the opulent and grand dance floor like a princess.

Laughter rippled through your body as his hands gently cupped your waist and spun you like a top. He was eager to display his skills and show off to his brother, asserting himself as the superior dancer and partner. He threw a smug look in Fingolfin’s direction, silently declaring, “I’ve won,” and led you across the floor with care, diligently repeating the dance steps he had been taught and avoiding the mistakes he had made earlier. Anything to prevent the instructor from separating you two and prematurely ending the session. If that were to happen, you would have no choice but to leave immediately. As an unmarried maiden suitable for courtship, and with your parents being rather strict about chaperoning, discretion was essential, and it became apparently knowledgeable on the instructor’s end.

Catching the younger prince’s eyes, he sent you a flirtatious wink before spinning you around and seamlessly transitioning into another sequence. His hands, at times, felt heavier on your waist, occasionally rising higher on your back or dipping lower just above your backside. You could sense his attempt to maintain dignity as the dance progressed, even as your bodies drew closer, allowing you to feel his muscles and warmth. You couldn’t tell whether it was you or him who was breathing harder as you focused on the intensifying proximity.

The flirty winks persisted, but the palpable look in his eyes, as they roamed your face, made your breath hitch. Your cheeks grew warmer the longer his electric blue eyes locked onto your features, darting from his lips to his eyes and then to his feet when you realized you were caught gazing. The tension between you both intensified, combined with the audience watching, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you feared making a mistake and disrupting the sequence. It was a struggle to maintain your composure while resisting the urge to not combust in his arms like a fool.

This wasn’t the first time such a situation had unfolded. Your initial dance lesson with the princes had been conducted in a similar manner. The closeness and their tantalizing touches always flirted with the edge of something more, their bodies pressing nearer without inhibition as each session continued. You couldn’t help but wonder if this was still a dance session meant to enhance their professionalism on the dance floor or if it had morphed into a courtesan bird dance; like a peacock impressing its lady. The glances exchanged with every twirl and dip, their hands caressing your curves and tracing the contours of your back, left you internally on edge.

“Just where do you think your hands are going?” You attempted to sound playful through your breathless whisper as the heat in your face intensified due to the closeness between you both and the presence of the audience. Instead, your voice shivered and rattled with nerves at the impending knowledge of his touch being seductive. To be honest, if he was endeavouring to kiss you at this moment, you had at least hoped it would be in private, away from his brother and the instructor. There was no denying that the golden–haired prince was breathtakingly gorgeous, and it had been a dream of yours, like many others, to share an intimate moment with him, even if it was just a kiss for the experience.

Sensing your anxiety, there was a playful grin he wore on his lips before glancing over your shoulder and realising that only the three of you remained in the room; Lady Ancalmaril had left to fetch some refreshments and ease her foot during your flawless performance. Taking a moment to lock eyes with his brother, a questioning look was exchanged and silently mouthed, “How long?” Fingolfin responded with, “Hour.”

Maintaining their gaze on his older brother, the two of them shared a moment where their thoughts traversed, having planned such an encounter ages ago. The slight uplift at the corners of their lips, the daring gleam in their eyes, the arched brows, and the biting of their lips—all were signs that left you puzzled as you observed Finarfin’s expressions. His body continued to move with fluidity despite engaging in a heated, silent conversation, surprising him that he could perform so smoothly without getting distracted.

Nodding with a surge of excitement coursing through his veins as their plan finally took shape, he shifted his focus back to you and offered a sweet smile. “My hands are right where they should be, love. We are dancing, after all,” he said with a dazzling smile, giving you a half twirl and pressing your back against his chest. “Or perhaps you’d prefer my hands elsewhere?” You could discern his intentions from his voice. His smile was hypnotic as he gently moved his left hand higher up your sides, pressing you even closer against his chest, eliminating any space between you. Your breath caught, and you swallowed hard as you turned your head to gaze at his enticing demeanour.

As your face came in contact, his head nestled in the junction of your neck, and his tranquil breathing caressed your face. The scent of peppermint from the tea you had both shared earlier still lingered in his breath. His proximity was somewhat overwhelming; his hair and arms enveloped you both, and his cheeks brushed delicately against yours. The two of you gradually slowed your movements into a gentle sway, your front now facing away from Fingolfin and towards the giant vivid canvas adorning the wall, while Finarfin seized the opportunity to strike with even more passion.

His left hand was perched on your waist while the other trailed up your sides, fingers gliding over your dress, leaving behind a frustrating sensation. Not once did his fingers venture past your bustline; instead, they chose to linger around your abdominal area, skimming across your stomach and sides. The unspoken narrative conveyed through his actions marked a turning point and turmoil in your life. Never before had you felt the desire to seize his hands and guide them to where they should be if he intended to tease you like this. The realisation that he was your best friend, and a prince was a fleeting thought when he engaged in such provocative actions without seemingly considering the need for discussion or consent. You could sense that he was wearing his smug expression as his actions continued, savouring the way your muscles clenched and reacted to the sensations he provoked.

Your hands, which had initially held onto his delicate wrists, now clutched the material around his thighs, fingers curling into the silky fabric and struggling to maintain a grip as he continued to tease you. Your heart raced, its thunderous beats echoing in your ears as his fingers persisted in their tantalizing caresses, and an array of butterflies gathered in places they shouldn’t have. You comprehended what was happening, and yet, you didn’t. When had the mischievous golden–haired figure acquired all these seductive tricks?

A mocking laugh echoed beside your right ear, but you were too lost in thought to notice his right hand leaving your waist to cup your chin, gently turning your head to meet his suggestive gaze. A melody as sweet and disconcerting as caramel and cream followed. “Are you alright? Do you need a little...assistance in focusing?”

At this point, you had mixed emotions, contemplating whether you should strangle him on the spot for his absurd, nonsensical question. He certainly had a knack for getting on your nerves with his impeccable charm. His closeness made you queasy as his face inched nearer to yours, causing a swarm of butterflies to assail you. Swallowing hard as he loomed, your pulse quickened as his thumb lifted to trace over your lips, your eyes following its every move. Interestingly, the hand that had been gliding over your clothed skin now splayed its fingers beneath your diaphragm, pulling you closer to his warm body.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice thick with intoxication, your head leaning forward, drawn to meet his lips.

Licking his own lips and giving a seductive nibble, he stretched his slightly reddened lips into a cunning smirk. “Dancing,” he coolly commented.

“This isn’t dancing; this isn’t like you at all,” you softly muttered, your eyes locking onto his and searching for the desire you had already discovered swirling in his gaze. You simply wished to confirm that what you were experiencing was not a product of your imagination.

He jerked his head with an inaudible scoff, giving a half roll of his eyes before responding casually. “Of course, we’re dancing...just something a bit different.” Dropping his hands to your waist once more, he spun you sharply, returning you to your original position from the beginning. Hooking your left arm over his shoulder, he placed a kiss against the exposed skin and lifted the other side to wrap around his neck, allowing him to resume his close proximity. “You should know that there are plenty of things you don’t know about me.”

“So, pretending to lack modesty and flirting is one of them?” you teased, your voice catching when he pushed your chest against his so that your faces were intimately close.

Swaying from side to side, but remaining in your fixed position, he regarded your face with a hint of amusement. “Flirting is indeed one of them. As for dignity, I wouldn’t consider this a lack of it; it’s more like me acting on my deep desires.” His face closed the distance to bring his lips against the shell of your ear. The initial coolness, followed by the warmth of his breath, prompted you to close your eyes as he whispered. His lips lightly tickled your earlobe, a delicate touch of his moist lips against your skin that nearly made your knees buckle.

Tightening his grip around your waist in response to the sudden jerk, he bit his lip to stifle his laughter. “Is this how you choose to behave? Engaging in a flirtatious charade before your brother and then claiming to have propriety? The Ara I know would never act in such a manner,” you shakily hissed, suppressing the urge to easily yield to his embrace.

Chuckling softly, he pulled back and locked eyes with you. “Your dear Ara is still here, taking control of the situation and acting according to his own will.” The tension in the room had reached its zenith. Your bodies were no longer swaying; you stood still, yet the absence of space between you both made the heat and desire emanating from your proximity palpable. You wondered if he could sense your erratic heartbeat from the wild look in your eyes as you traced his features.

The presence of Fingolfin in the background faded, thanks to the excellent job Finarfin had done in ensnaring both of you in this private paradise. It was a little bubble where he could openly seduce you to his heart’s desires, having the best of both worlds. You were intrigued by his intentions as he lured you in with every enticing word and brush of his hands. The enchantment was released, and you felt ensnared like a genie in a bottle, here to fulfil his every need.

Your lips brushed against each other, and the desire to close the gap and lose yourselves on the marble floor became overwhelming. You gently nudged his upper lip with a question, “So, what is your desire?”

“To have you; to have you on this very floor, against the wall, the bed, wherever you wish, so long as you cry out my name,” he declared without missing a single beat.

“Ara…” you mumbled in response to his directness, too stunned to formulate a suitable reply as he continued to brush his lips against yours, planting delicate kisses.

Growing impatient with the prolonged teasing and eager to proceed with his plan before the instructor returned to disrupt the tension in the room, he pressed a firm kiss at the corner of your mouth. Receiving a silent yet observant response, he saw it as a challenge and continued, placing another kiss on the opposite corner, closer to your lips, nearly covering most of them. He had been living up to his reputation as a considerable tease since the start of this dance session. “Are you going to grant me the honour? I don’t particularly enjoy indulging impatience in a situation like this.”

To emphasize his point, it became evident why he kept pressing your bodies together. His evident erection pressed against your abdomen through his leggings and robe, feeling solid and vigorous, and you couldn’t even gauge it with your hands.

“Then you’ll have to get used to being patient. You can’t have your way all the time,” you teased, moving your face to temptingly pull your lips away from his, which made him softly whine.

“I concur.” The addition of a third voice broke your concentration, and you opened your eyes, glancing to the right to see Fingolfin standing behind his brother with the same impatient expression. Much darker eyes filled with annoyance that scene unfolding without generously requesting his assistance. Undoubtedly, they were brothers cut from the same cloth; one just happened to wear his impatience more openly than the other. “But if you are serious about committing to this... engagement, shall we continue in private?”

Being tugged against firm bodies and having the eager hands of the princes roam your body was astonishing. Since they possessed a fibre in their fragile body to be aggressive and lustful. To be frank, you wouldn’t have expected this behaviour from either brother given their dedication to upholding their dignity. Though, the last person you imagined being rough was Finarfin given his gentle–natured persona; and judging from the firm grip on your waist and the constant tugging into his chest, impatience was becoming his apparel also.

You stood in the middle of an ongoing tug–of–war between two brothers was a heavenly wish that only felt natural to be a dream. There was no difference between their touch as it was equally aggressive and visceral; the weight of their hands and lips, biting and tugging, gave the impression that you were merely a ragdoll. Your purpose was to serve them and their desires, be tossed about however it pleased them, so long as they were satisfied—it would be polite of them to also grant an insurmountable volume of pleasure in return for the service you were willing to provide. Being invited into the house of the King and finding yourself entangled between desirable princes was no ordinary occurrence, this was divine intervention.

With Finarfin at your front and Fingolfin at your back, their hands were busy unlacing your unnecessary complex dress, passionate to have your bare skin to their luxury. As their hands scrambled, one pair of lips was attached to yours and another to your neck. It was an unbelievable sight observing the friendly boyish persona of Finarfin dissipate and turn into a hungry beast. Fingolfin was a bit less expected given the entire stoic demeanour, nevertheless, what he had in store was equally anticipatory as Finarfin’s.

Feeling the heat of their breaths scorch your skin, Finarfin was the first to pull back, offering a cheeky grin as his fingers finally tugged the string out the last loop to loosen your dress. Without question, his hands reached for the tops of your dress and gave it a harsh tug to slide the material over your shoulders and down your arms. It didn’t get far once your arms were raised to cover your slightly exposed chest, conscious of revealing your nudity to your friends. A sense of self–possession had abruptly manifested and echoed remembrances of your relationship with them.

“Do you…Do you want us to stop?” quizzed Finarfin. Evident sadness showed in his eyes as his hands fumbled with the frills on the edges of your dress. Behind you, Fingolfin ceased his ministrations and looked over your shoulder to gauge the situation. Even he was puzzled by the new silence and looming question.

“Is everything alright?” inquired Fingolfin.

Turning your head to catch his pensive stare, you dipped your eyes to meet his chest out of nerves. His gaze was forever intense, no matter if the situation was tender–loving. Nodding your head with an audible hum, your gaze remained focused on his chest while Finarfin’s fingers still toyed with the frills of your dress that gathered on your arms. You gathered the younger experiencing impatience and the older, anticipation while you felt like a puddle in the middle, full of nerves.

Were you truly about to bare your naked body before the princes and in return, have them naked as well? You were about to see each other naked and…sleep with them. Count your blessings and consider yourself the chosen one. You couldn’t help but bite your lip to suppress the growing smile from your thoughts. A bit of a giddy feeling settled in your stomach and pumped through your veins at the recognition of being lucky. All that was necessary was to push the jitters away and carry on; let them care for you how they desired and enjoy the ride.

“It’s alright, I’m just—you know, nervous.” You giggled and lifted your hands to cover your mouth from turning into full–blown laughter. “I still can’t believe all this is happening. I mean, we’re friends and you really want to sleep with me—how are you two normal about this?”

With a subdued chuckle, Fingolfin stepped back and made himself comfortable on the edge of the bed to remove each boot. To him, he took your enthusiastic questioning as a sign that you weren’t against the interaction and motioned to undress himself first; perhaps as a means to calm your jitters and show that he was thrilled to engage with you. “Uh–huh, it’s a bit shameful to note that this was something we planned—”

“Yes, yes! We both planned this entire interaction. Though, it was mostly I who came up with it and háno tagged along until he realised he was losing and showed more effort last minute.” Came the impatient voice of Finarfin who was growing annoyed as the minutes passed and turned what should have been intimate, into an explanation. His visage did a perfect job of mimicking the annoyance he suffered during the entire exchange while sporting an erection, desperately in need of being nurtured. “He obviously lost, but I’m gracious enough to not leave him to suffer.”

Darting a comical appraisal at the nonchalant blond, you poked your cheek with your tongue and mused. “This was a bet?!”

“Yes, and it was quite silly. To basically see who would be considered the better dancer; as you can tell, Ara got more praises and now wishes to…uh,” Fingolfin’s voice trailed off, embarrassed to highlight his brother’s dire urgencies to perform.

“Show you just how skilled of a dancer I am.” The grip he held on your dress was used as leverage to tug you into his chest. One hand snaked around to press against your back and the other gripped both your hands to pry them off your chest. “I haven’t forgotten how much you used to tease me in the beginning, Y/N.”

Feeling the weight of his hands prying yours away from your chest, small peeks of your cleavage became visible to his naughty eyes. A lustful glint flashed at the reveal urging him to act without manners as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck. His teeth clamped down on your skin, leaving a sore bruise before his tongue swiped over the area to soothe the pain. This was just the first act of his performance, the next was his hands reaching for the rest of your dress and tugging it off your arms to pool around your waist.

Being distracted and lost in the pleasure of his delicate lips attaching your neck like some ferocious beast, you were caught off guard when he peeled the rest of your dress off to gather around your waist. Knowing that you would sense your semi–nudity, your arms were hitched around his neck to entangle in his luscious curls while he continued to lavish your neck, switching from side to side and moving lower. With every swipe of his tongue against your clavicle, your fingers curled into his tresses and tugged with anticipation.

Gone were the negative thoughts about sleeping with them and hello to the excitement.

Panting from the hurried movements of Finarfin as he eagerly nipped and kissed your skin, you felt another presence from behind. It was Fingolfin with his hands raised to unbound your braids and remove the hairpins. He was stealthy as he elegantly unloosened your braids and allowed your hair freedom. Once that was completed, his fingers traced your neck, loving the way you shivered and arched into his brother’s mouth, and moved down your spine until he arrived at your dress.

You felt the hesitation as though he was waiting for you to object, it was a split second of a moment before he regained confidence and pushed it off your waist. Falling to the fall like silk, your dress pooled at your feet and bared your naked form to either brother. There was an intake of breath, and you knew it came from Fingolfin since Finarfin was busy kissing around your breast, contemplating which side to indulge first.

“See something you like?” you squeezed out airily, eyes closed and sensing his intense gaze was on your entire body, mentally cherishing the image to use for later purposes.

With a reserved laugh, he stepped forward and placed his hands on your hips, allowing his body to stand closer to yours and letting you feel his heat. He was naked, entirely. The weight of his hands against your hips felt sturdy while the heat radiating was scorching. You felt the entire outline of his physique with only a few inches of spacing between you both; you could only imagine what he would feel like with no crevice. God, you couldn’t imagine what the weight of him on you would be like given his towering and slightly muscular figure. You couldn’t wait to feel both of them naked and pressed against you.

Joining his brother, his lips swiftly returned to your neck to litter and array of wet kisses, creating a curve with them and inching down your spine. “I love everything I’m seeing here,” he whispered into your skin as he positioned himself on his knees.

On the other end, Finarfin took to opportunity to finally break away from your breast, leaving his artwork evident—able to contest with the greatest artists—to undress. His eyes darted from your face contorting into pleasure to witness his brother kneeling behind you, worshipping your form. Had he not been compassionate, he would have denied his brother a chance to share you among them both. Shaking his head at how ravenous Fingolfin appeared, he reached for his robes and shoved them off haphazardly, followed by his tunic, shirt, boots and leggings until he left standing bare. Lifting his hand for the gold hairpin, his tangled curls came unbound and cascaded in a mess.

His sinful gaze returned to your figure. Hands curled around Fingolfin’s wrists on your waists, head tossed back, lips parted and breasts perky, you looked like a five–course meal waiting for him to devour.

“Why don’t we move this to the bed? It’s much more comfortable,” suggested Finarfin. He stood with one hand tossing his hair over his shoulder and the other leading to stroke his leaking cock.

Snapping your eyes open to gaze at the enchanting figure before you; you weren’t sure if you were able to tear your eyes away. This was the last image you would expect from the youngest to bear, let alone his physique. What the hell was in the water they drank? Were they willing to share some?

It didn’t help when your eyes followed the motion of his hands, knowing he was spitefully goading, to where it met his cock, giving it a few tugs and swiping the precum off to gain friction. You licked your lips. Was it normal to yearn for your best friend in such a manner, especially after seeing his member? Seeing a fair share of them before, his was substantially impressive and lovely to look at. Robust, curved, lengthy and how fortunate you were to bear witness to the rumours. The House of Finwe indeed loved the idea of breeding given the fruitfulness of his…ahem, balls.

It was impossible to not bite and lick your lips at the awareness of him being inside you.

Fainting at the notion was a great idea also since Fingolfin removed himself off his knees and guided you to the bed, giving you a perfect view of his delectable proportions. Seeing was far better sensing his physique. The one thing that made Fingolfin stand out more than his brother was the girth and texture. And now that both brothers stood side by side, towering above your smaller figure, you felt every nerve in your body tingling. Your heart surged to great heights, as did your breathing; lip biting and licking, you squeezed your thighs together as the growing sensation seeped through your fold and stained your inner thighs. There was a waterfall gushing out gallons per second between your legs the longer to stared and made comparisons to induce your light–headedness.

Your toes curled into the carpet, digging away at the plushness underneath your feet at the journey you were about to participate in. Not waiting for motivation, you made the first move to drag your body further up the bed only to be stopped by the gentle hands of the younger tugging you back down to the edge and sliding them higher your thighs, squeezing the flesh as he was enticed by it plumpness before settling on your hips. Fingolfin stepped aside to perch on the bed and settle behind you on his knees, aware of the position his brother would soon have you in. It wasn’t always that Fingolfin gave his brother the opportunity to take the lead in whatever activities they tag–team in, but given the advantages, he was willing to submit just once under his brother’s command.

“Would you be a dear and turn over for me, least you wish I flip you over myself. I haven’t any problem showing off my recently acquired strength,” he sweetly asked, looking up from the newly seated position on being on his knees. It wasn’t odd seeing him like this after the numerous moments he have gotten down to lace your boots, but currently, with the miniature shocks of your pulse radiating in the core of your cunt, you could enjoy this sight more often.

However, your moment of idling and dwelling on the situation led to his ever–impatient nature to react before being a gentleman. Flipped onto your stomach with hands roughly positioning you into his desired spot, you came face to face with the godly sight of Fingolfin on his knees, ebony hair pouring down his chest to end at his waist and pulling back to reveal the spectacle of his highlight. With your body on its knees and braced by your hands, it was easy for you to reach out without any form of permission to trespass and grip the base of his cock to give a patronising stroke all the way to the tip where your thumb swiped the head.

Once his precum was collected, the temptress in you forced your eyes to meet his darkened gaze and licked his arousal off the tip of your finger. The eye contact you held made his knees buckle and his stomach clench. A hand shot out to entwine itself strategically and gave your head a yank closer to his aroused and awaiting cock to be put out of misery.

“Why don’t you be a good girl and put that smart mouth to use, see how much you’re smirking with my cock down your throat.” His words were final as his actions followed, inching your head closer for the tip to collide with the outer shape of your lips. You didn’t know he had such foul and debauching behaviour when he acted with a stick up his ass to grip his cock and trace your lips with his tip. Smearing the remaining precum across the surface, he gave a sharp command to open your mouth and slid his cock against your tongue, hissing.

Both hands now nestled in your head, guided your movements as you bobbed back and forth along his length. It was impossible to take him whole, even fit most of his girth within your mouth. The texture of his veins sliding under your tongue was enough to send him insane. The most you were able to do with him governing his pleasure was leave him to his devices while he worked your mouth like a toy.

On the other, little impatient Finarfin wasn’t waiting another second longer and approached the edge of the bed to run his slender fingers against the back of your thighs. The little jolts and shudders the closer he arrived at your centre thrilled and satisfied him to know that soon your focus would be placed on his tongue. While Fingolfin was known for his more dominant approach, Finarfin’s approach, still dominant, was rather a service towards the pleasure of the body. He preferred to gain his pleasure while being in control but focused on providing service to his partners' pleasure, and he knew just what to do in order to have your attention.

You felt his breath and knew what followed. The motion of his tongue trailing along the outer lips and skin of your cunt, nipping and kissing before arriving at his destination. The first flick upon your clit was light, too gentle to feel anything and to catch you off guard with the rough action of his enter mouth trapping your bud. Vigorously he suckled and sent vibrations through your body, shaking his mop of golden curls as he lavished in the moment and your taste. You had nowhere to run to when his hands snatched your thighs and pinned you in your spot for Eru knew how long.

The best you were able to do was moan on Fingolfin’s cock, prompting the older male to yank your head off and gift you a moment to breathe before resuming the position. On one end you were giving and on the other, you were receiving—what a time to be alive and best friends with the Noldorin Princes. Eru bless your soul for managing to capture their attention from childhood and remaining close or this moment would have never manifested. Whatever you had done to warrant this, even if a manual was being gifted to warn you ahead, you would have flung it out the window and proceeded without caution. There wasn’t any need when the trouble was so deliciously satisfying and blissful.

Naturally, your legs parted and back ached to grant Finarfin better accommodation as his tongue worked on overtime. The fluid flicks of his tongue running over your sweet bundle of nerves before he engulfed the entire bud into his mouth were wicked. He should be charged for such a sinister crime. Nevertheless, the same could be said as Fingolfin’s hips began moving and hands stabilising your head to make way for a clear path. Your mouth was messy and your eyes teary and to him, you looked divine. There wasn’t a better look that suited you more, perhaps having you riding him could challenge the sight.

It was impossible to remain focused as the expertise of either male was challenging one another. The louder your moans became; it was obvious one wished to be the cause of those horrendous sounds escaping. It only urged both males to persist.

“Come on love, I know you sound louder than that,” encouraged Finarfin, eager to be the creator of your latest instrumental. Lifting his left hand off your thigh he brought it down to leave a resounding slap and elicited a choked moan on his brother’s cock. Grinning into your cunt, he hummed pleased at the reaction and continued.

The combination of your choked sobs being emitted and moans all over Fingolfin’s cock was a triumph for the goldened hair youngling. The pleasure was satisfactory for the older but too much at the same time as it forced his balls to clench with forewarning of his orgasm building earlier than expected. With a dreadful yank of your head off his cock, a string of saliva connected the tip to your swollen lips. His urge to just kiss you at the moment was dire and disconnected from your keenness to continue toying with his member.

Right hand out and gripping the base, you caught him off guard and left him unsure of your future sequence. All he could do was stare with a stiffened stomach in anticipation as you shut your eyes attempting to focus while his brother ruined you. At some point when you awoke, you tossed your head to the right and peeked up at him through your lashes once your lips came in contact with his tip once more. Placing what little knowledge you learnt from the rumours, your wrist flicked, and your head bobbed in sync, taking half of him into your mouth.

“You seem to like that, don’t you?” you whispered teasingly before throwing a wink and resuming your ministrations, leaving him without a chance to respond sensibly. His deep groans ricocheted and vibrated in his chest, a sound unlike any other you had heard. You did that, you made the stoic prince crumble under your tongue; something to tease him with for eternity, and should he wish for your silence, there were ways to be treated.

Glancing at the sight of his stomach clenched and beads of perspiration running down his washboard abs was sinful. Thanks to the sight, Finarfin was blessed with the sudden downpour of more arousal trickling into his mouth. The image of this male before you, commanding and unmoving with his presence being diminished to a whimpering state with only the use of your tongue was power unlike any other. The soft whimpering and body arching backwards the more your mouth slid deeper, taking your time to fit as much into your mouth left him weakened.

Topped with the wicked intentions of the youngest plunging his tongue like sword in and out your entrance, swirling and lavishing every inch, it contributed to the vibrations Fingolfin was receiving. No longer did his hands guide your head, but rather made the option to run along your back to add a touch of stimulation. He left you to take control and run your tongue along each of his veins, mapping out the shape and weight of his member with your mouth. You had seemed to be relishing the freedom that he allowed, the most he could do in return was assist in your pleasure while his brother’s golden head was busy at the other end.

Fingernails scraping along your back, you shivered and bowed into the bed against his touch. Something about his actions and his brother’s forced the sensitivity of your skin to heighten tremendously. You felt as though you were in a tumultuous battle, and you were only on the first round.

“Enjoying yourself Ara?” Fingolfin hummed as his fingers reached your ass and rubbed the flesh, enticed by the smoothness and how it moved under his touch. All the while his brother’s response was a focused hum due to his mouth being busy against your heat.

Straightening up to take another look at your mouth, he was lucky to catch another wink from you as you pulled off to stroke him with your hand. Sliding his long fingers upwards until they cradled your head, he rolled it around, running his fingers through your scalp and enjoying the sighs being emitted. “Quite the little worker, aren’t you? Enjoying yourself?” he inquired with inaudible moans.

Hush–hush muttering evaded your lips as you were confused between which to focus on, his fingers in your hair, the hand around his length or the ludicrous sensation of Finarfin’s mouth engulfing your entire clit and turning the nub into a pacifier. Trembling and bucking away from the stimulation, you were still entrapped in Fingolfin’s hold, unable to move an inch away from the onslaughter. Even he was laughing at the crooked position your body fell into in the attempt to shut your legs and curl away. Luckily Finarfin’s hands perched on your thighs were also immobilising you.

“Trying to run away so soon Y/N? I thought you wanted this?” Fingolfin teased and leaned down to nudge your head upwards to meet his lips for a sweet and daring kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. Lips moving out of sync, it was easy for him to still manage to capture your lips and pry them open to slip a tongue in and take your breath away. Suddenly, you felt the inclusion of his hands around your neck, lightly squeezing the sides to make your head spin.

The combination left you intoxicated as his mouth feverishly worked against yours with the same motion of his brother’s mouth on your cunt. In sync like there was some mental link shared, they kissed your lips with passion that left you in a daze. Light squeezed placed on your neck for every whine you made, Finarfin on the opposite end was rewarded with the tension of your walls around his tongue. He couldn’t wait to feel it on his cock soon.

“Please, please, please,” you chanted breaking away from his lip and curling your toes into the pleasure as it built and Finarfin’s mouth refused to stop. “Don’t s–…stop!”

Chuckling against your clit at your begs, he saw no need to refuse your wishes when you eagerly displayed wanting more. Hands digging into your flesh, he pulled you back to rest atop his face without care for his livelihood. He would enjoy nothing better than being suffocated as you came on his face and flooded his mouth with your arousal, which was the endpoint he was attempting to achieve with the feverish motions of his mouth. Suckling away as though he wanted to milk everything out of you, he gave you no moment to recuperate as you twisted and turned against his mouth.

“A–…Ara, f…uck!” stammering away, no longer were your hand gripping Fingolfin’s cock but focused on tearing the bedsheets apart, your back arched and pushed you into his mouth more. “Right there…right—ach!”

The waves of vibration crashing into your body at the speed of light were immeasurable and even so, unspeakable. Your grips against the bed sheet left a loud shred, gone unheard and unnoticed by everyone who were focusing on your body curling into itself. If you could have given a medallion to Finarfin for his enthusiasm you would because he didn’t seem to understand your hypersensitivity the way his mouth refused to take a break from your cunt. Even with his tongue taking leisurely strolls through your fold to collect any arousal, he was hungry with the gesture. Pushing your hands behind you to nudge his head away was the only route to get him to stop.

“Ah,” he sweetly charmed, unphased by the damage caused. “Forgive me, I got a little carried away.” Mouth and cheeks glossed with your arousal, he wore it like a lipstick and treated it like his drug.

“Carried away is too simple of a term brother,” added Fingolfin as he released you and placed his attention on the youngest. “I would say, fascinated or purposefully not wanting to stop.”

Sharing a brotherly moment, laughing away at the mess they turned you into while you lay drenched in sweat on the bed, they also exchanged their following advances. Gentle muttering filled the air with explanations of how they were going to handle you now that the main course was ready to be indulged. While they held their private meeting, you could sense the wandering hands of the obvious, squeezing and massaging the flesh on your thighs and ass. Almost with a child–like wonder, light slaps came down to meet your ass and paused to admire the jiggle. You had no intention of lifting your head to take a peek at the ethereal figure and mischievous devil deciding who would go first or at the same time. All you wanted to do was feel something in you other than Finarfin’s tongue for a while.

“How long though?” Fingolfin’s voice sliced through the air, disrupting the ambience.

“What do you mean, “How long”? We broke classes, there’s no returning,” clarified Finarfin nonchalantly as he rubbed his palm over your ass and gave it squeezes like an orange. He couldn’t help but bite his lips at the gesture, appreciating the sight and gift of being given the opportunity.

“Speak for yourself, brother—”

“Well if you’re so terrified of Lady Ancalmaril and father, return and leave Y/N and I to our fun. Your inconsequential abilities would not be judged, brother…” With his voice dripping with nihilism, Finarfin didn’t stop to throw an egotistical grin at his elder before continuing, “Or you can stay and enjoy the once–in–a–ifetime opportunity to share Y/N with me!”

Scoffing at the absurdity his brother was spouting, he challenged, “Once in a lifetime? What makes you believe there would not be an opportunity spent between Y/N, privately?”

“The fact that you aren’t an excellent dancer and would prefer to run back to our instructor to perfect your moves, tells me that this might be once in a lifetime. Unless…” Finarfin goaded, grinning nihilistic and darting his eyes towards your body, travelling over every curve until he met your eyes that lacked fear, but interest.

Easily falling for the bait like he did with every argument between him and Feanor, Fingolfin inched forward with his chin raised high and accepted. “Accepted.”

“Splendid!” With his hands clasped before him, Finarfin grinned triumphantly from ear–to–ear and refocused his gaze on you. “The plans have changed due to my brother’s fear of poor performance…and being caught. So now, we have an ongoing competition to decide who’s the more skilful dancer of the two. Would you be so kind to judge us as we take turns?”

Eyes widening at the declaration, unexpectedly, this was the last thing you assumed the outcome of their argument would land you in. “Um, I thought I was taking you both,” your voice dipped and became softer under the enigmatic stare of Finarfin, “at the same time.” Ending your statement, you turned to gaze at Fingolfin who whipped his head to meet your pensive stare and offer a heartwarming smile. His hand reached out to stroke your head, reassuring you that all was well.

“Err,” hissing at the suggestion, from the very start Ara knew that he and his brother wouldn’t be able to share you at the same time given their nature. Already having decided that they would have taken turns, just not with this intention. “Apologies if you had assumed that, but, um…háno and I weren’t originally intending to have you at the same time,” he awkwardly laughed and itched the back of his head.

“Consider it as two extremely different dominant males wanting to share. Yes, I know,” winced Fingolfin, “it’s not the best comparison, but it’s sort of the situation between us. Uncooperative.”

Falling into a seated position, you tucked your legs under and faced perpendicular to both males. “So you two would fight over who gets to…I see. But can you at least try at the same time…for me. I’d be able to judge better, and should it not work out, we can always go again but according to your wishes.”

Finarfin was the first to open his mouth and snap his eyes to his elder for confirmation. Throwing in an uneasy itch to his forehead, he bared his teeth in a cumbersome manner at Fingolfin for him to hurry up with a solution, knowing that the decision was being made according to his taste in intimacy. “Brother.”

For a moment Fingolfin had shut his eyes to concentrate on the words being directed to him and the possible outcome of the situation. Tongue kissing his teeth, he glanced at you first and then back to his brother with an expressive sigh. “As much as I hate the idea of stepping out of my comfort zone, if weren’t going to be judged fairly, might as well take the risk of playing dirty,” he announced, shuffling off the bed and coming to stand at the foot. “I’ll take the end; you take the lead since the bet was yours.”

“Are you—Are you sure about this?” Finarfin whispered as he stepped closer to his brother, shorter by only an inch or two yet equally defined in nature to match the robustness of the elder. “You’ve once expressed your unappealing interest in—”

“Relax,” ushered Fingolfin with a hand to his brother’s arm. “Our focus is this competition, or I’ll be sent back to Lady Ancalmaril for practice. Now take your position or I start without you.”

Accepting his words as a challenge, the fire within his heart was set ablaze and the dedication known within the House of Finwe was pronounced. Smirking at his encouragement, Finarfin turned to shuffle onto the bed and informed you to clamber atop him as he moved to lie on his back. Immediately, his arms encircled your waist and adjusted your legs on either side of his body to his liking. You now sat directly upon his cock, pressing and leaking against your cunt and mixing with your arousal which made him shudder at the sight. Thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your thighs, he flashes his signature smile before reaching down to pull you into a breathtaking kiss.

His lips enthusiastically met yours and sucked you into a deep spell to distract you from the intrusion of something wet being rubbed around your ass. As much as you tried to break the kiss to witness what was happening back there, he kept your head within his hands and lips locked against his so he could slip his tongue in. It was no joke that both brothers were excellent kissers, sucking the air out of your lungs like there was no tomorrow. His kiss was feverish and worked in tune with the frantic motion of his hands running along your spine, arching your breasts into his chest to feel the wonderfulness of your hardened nipples against his cool skin.

Unexpectedly, the minute Finarfin pulled away to break the kiss and travelled to your neck, the intrusion of something sharp with a slight burn happened. You didn’t expect it to feel like you were being split in half, but when you remember what his cock looked and felt like, it all made sense to feel that way. Your breath was caught in your throat the more he slid in, pushing inches of him deeper until he came to an abrupt stop, and you felt a hand gripping you by the throat and yanking you out of Finarfin’s grasp to meet his rock–hard chest. The look of annoyance on his brother’s face was priceless as he visibly sagged.

“I need you to breath for me, Y/N,” he panted laboriously into your ear. “You’re squeezing me here…”

You didn’t expect him to moan so sinfully into your ear, wet lips touching the shell and breathing against it. His hand remained firmly around your neck, giving a gentle squeeze as he waited for you to relax. “Come on love, breath for me. Just like that…good girl,” he commended before easing the rest of the way in until he bottomed out. “You’re doing so well for me.”

Kissing the shell of your ear as he remained still, his lips ran along the length of your neck until he came to the same spot where Finarfin was about to kiss.

“What a killjoy you are, indeed, brother,” Finarfin snapped, clearly irritated and ready to snatch you out of his brother’s hold. “Lift her a bit, please.”

Following the order, Finarfin was able to cease the moment he had been waiting for from the very start of the day and run the tip of his cock through your folds before he was wrapped around your warmth. Golden curls haphazardly lying across the bed, he looked like he was transcended into heaven at the enclosure of your warmth and tightness, even the slight texture of his brother’s cock through the thin barrier added stimulation, but none topped your grip. You were holding to him for dear life as though he would slip out and the fingers digging into your hips were evidence.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Eru, Y/N! What the hell are you doing to me?!” he shouted with the feeling of his head being squeezed with every passing second. The sounds of his pathetic whines could compete with yours the longer he remained buried in you unmoving. The pressure was immeasurable, and he wasn’t sure if he would be able to hold out as planned to demonstrate his skills and take the win, but he was damn sure he wasn’t going down with making a move.

The paralysing sensation of being trapped in Fingolfin’s sturdy arms while he was panting against your neck as his brother breached and the sudden tightness escalated was hot. You didn’t know a man could sound so sexy when he struggled to compose himself due to the overwhelming pressure. Loving the feel of what your body could do, through the feeling of being stuffed, you managed to clench your muscles for playful intentions and clamped them even tighter than they could imagine. It was then you discovered your playtime was over and you were now in their playing field.

The hand around your neck tightened and a firm tug was given, “You thought that was funny, didn’t you?” he groaned and began gyrating his hips to open you up some more. “You enjoy laughing at us a lot and goading…I would like to see you do that when we’re through with you.”

It was as though a snap was heard at the sound of his words before you were pushed into Finarfin’s hold, still held onto and balancing on your hands, as the sensation of their cocks moving at the same pace occurred. You didn’t understand what was happening at first as the first slide of their robust cock moved in sync, slowly, to induce your cries. Your body trembled and pushed into the motion, wanting more when you could only take so little. Their weight and length combined were too much for your insides to take, but your mind was goading you into being delusional about taking more than you could handle.

The sensation was rippling across your body when they switched up their pace, Fingolfin and Finarfin out, pounding away at your insides and rearranging what little of you was left. You didn’t know if they were attempting to get you under their control, but there wasn’t the need for such dedication when you already were from the first slide in. Your insides were crying from the frantic and fervent thrusting they each delivered, each carrying its own signature. Fingolfin had the power to knock the very wind out of your chest while Finarfin had technique as his gifted curvature of a cock was able to reach that one spot and make you see stars within the first few thrusts.

Scrambling to grip the bedsheets beside his head, careful not to tug on his curls, your back was painfully being arched to properly meet the powerful and sturdy thrusts of the ebony–haired God from behind. His cock bullied your insides, sliding in and out gracefully alongside his devoted brother who made use of your well–formed position to purposefully make you fold into his arms.

“Are you laughing now, Y/N?” the ebony–haired elf behind you asked, fingers curling around your neck to experience your walls squeezing him and his brother so perfectly. “Come on love, make a little sound.”

Heading you with his self–confident grin, the last look you would expect to witness on his face as he enjoyed the sensation of finally being able to shut you up. Much to your wishes, you truly couldn’t say much from all the differences you were experiencing at the same time. Were you supposed to bark, scream, howl, mewl, meow? You didn’t know what sound to make but it surely wasn’t laughter.

Impatient at the length of time you were taking to respond, Fingolfin tugged your head backwards to meet his darkened eyes and ignored the discomforting arch he placed you in. Leaning in to ghost his lips over yours, he irritated, “You have something you want to tell us, darling? Just a little sound, a laugh perhaps, princess.”

At the end of his words there was a dark chuckle falling from the lips of another you wouldn’t expect it from. The sensation of his teasing hands sliding off your waistline and rushing between your bodies latched onto your clit and rolling it between his fingers, earned them the songs they wanted. “That’s more like it,” he praised and continued twirling it around, marvelling at the jolts in your body. “If we’re going to be performing our best, you should give us your best screams.”

Your lungs felt like they were ready to give out from the laborious panting. Your chest heaved like you were catch in a fight for your life. Two ferocious males trapped in your garden of Eden and doing their best to make paradise. Whimpering out his name as he chastised you, your eyes crossed at the random switch up of their dynamics. “Ñ-Ñolo, too d–deep. Slo–...Slow down ughhh!”

It was all fun and games for them as they pushed and pulled against your muscles, loving the natural stimulation your body provided to them whenever they applied pressure the right way. A clench around their cock here and there and the beautiful sight of your lips gripping their cock, never wanting them to leave. To put the cream atop their cake, you ensured that every time Finarfin entered and left, you smeared your cream around his cock, a sight that became visible to his brother and left him eager to make his cock appear the same with his cum.

The turbulent tugging of their cock abusing your insides, battering against your sweet spot and moulding your insides to remember their shape was knocking you off your feet. Your head was swimming in the pool of ecstasy and feeling dumbfounded by their cocks. Such weight and robustness, placing more pressure on the inner walls led them to be held in such vice grips, almost inescapable. For a moment, they could have swore they were being sucked in on their own without making a single thrust. Just the marvelous beauty of what you were capable of—the perfect reason to keep wanting more. Your essence was a drug they got hooked on the deeper they travelled.

You couldn’t believe that you had managed to have two Princes wrapped around your finger like this, desperate to prove who was the best fuck. It was even fortunate to learn that you hadn’t a clue who would win when all you were focused on was the need to cum. Your fingers curling into the sheets, tugging aggressively and adding smaller fissures into the tears already left was noticed by Finarfin. His blue eyes twinkled at the sight of the sheet being torn and laughed at your intensity. When he assumed he was being too much, here you were, demolishing the palace property.

“You’re so needy, Y/N,” he commented. “Look at how desperately you’re behaving over our cocks. Is that any way for a Lady to behave?”

“S–Shut up—ah!” Your eyes rolling into your head at the sudden pinch to your clit was a silent warning to be nice. Following the actions of his brother, Fingolfin dipped his head to your spine and left a trail of kisses along your sweaty skin and mutely laughed at your squirming. Yet, he refused to stop when he enjoyed your reactions. “Too much, Ñolo!”

“Too much? I thought you wanted the both of us, love.” Reaching his other hand afront to grope at your breast and tweak your nipples, he pretended to act innocent as he repeated the same thing to the other side. “Is this too much, or do you want more?” Whining as he pinched and tugged at your nipples, rolling the buds around his fingers, it didn’t help when Finarfin stretched his neck to latch his mouth to the free nipple and gave a harsh suck.

“Ah, fuck, fuck! Come on, come on, come on—ngghh!” You tossed your head backwards and knocked it against Fingolfin’s shoulder at the relentless onslaughter you chose to suffer. Eru. This was a mixture between a massacre and paradise. The urge to push them away but pull them closer was confusing when the pleasure was beyond breathtakingly euphoric. You were being tormented and pleasured at the same time.

Swirling his tongue around your nipple, Finarfin was having a ball of a time driving you insane alongside his brother. Biting and flicking the nub, he moved in sync with his fingers as they rubbed at your bundle of nerves, desperately, to get you off. Both he and Fingolfin could already sense it, your high was close to the increase in your moans and the incomprehensible nonsense you were muttering. Nothing that tumbled from your lips was their tongue or any tongue for a matter of fact. They couldn’t tell if you were here among them or elsewhere, all they knew was that you were close and ready to wrap them in an infinite warmth they couldn’t find anywhere else.

Holding onto you as the pressure increased and your pitch grew, your hands flew from the bedsheets to latch onto Fingolfin’s hair, giving his firm tugs. With immediate response, he removed his hand around your neck and rushed to cup your lower abdomen, pressing his hand against the protruding bump and adding stimulation to your sweet spot.

“Ooooh! Fuck! Right thereee—” whining at the additional touch of stimulation, your body bowed into his chest and away from Finarfin’s lips as a wave of pleasure manifested and rocked your body violently, sending you into another realm and back with a blank expression.

Your body lulled in his arms while still being pleasured by them, though, had it not been for the out–of–body experience, the sounds of groaning being emitted from Finarfin first would not have reached your ears. His hips twitched and spasmed, hands gripping his hips leaving indents of his position as he felt the heat that was pooling in his stomach becoming unbearable. It wasn’t much he could do to hold out before the stillness of his hips and head being flung into the depths of the mattress as he released a mellow groan at the flooding of his cum in your walls. Aware of the aftermath of both you and his brother, Fingolfin took it upon himself to gently withdraw his cock from your body whilst keeping your body within his hold and jerking himself to finish. He wasn’t far behind his brother, only the motion of a few fancy flicks of his wrists and firm squeezes to the base of his cock before a deeper grunt was emitted and the clear signs of his cum sprayed across the base of your spine and your ass.

Allowing you to fall atop Finarfin, Fingolfin was quick to throw his body next to you two as he found himself feeling slightly energetic instead of weary. Glancing over to catch sight of you two, he caught your eyes giving him a hazy look and a lopsided grin while Finarfin was staring at the canopy, out of it. The silent ambience washed over your three, already forgetting that an hour had more than passed and you three were in for it whenever you returned.

A lazy hand from Fingolfin joined his brother’s and rubbed your back in a soothing circle, basking in the aftermath of your bliss. Though he was the first to break the comforting silence. “How are you feeling?”

Your lips stretched into a Cheshire grin, prompting you to lift your head off Finarfin’s chest and laugh. “Honestly, it was better than expected,” you started, watching the brothers’ faces lift into pleased smiles at your compliment, “but I believe I still have enough energy for another round.”

Finarfin’s face was the first to fall into a knowing expression. “Couldn’t choose a winner?”

“Maybe,” you mused and rolled off Finarfin to lie in the middle of both brothers. “But as far as I’m aware, I can’t get enough of either of you.”

Face morphing into a smug expression, Fingolfin bit his lips at the idea of spending more time than he originally planned, to prove himself skilled. “Well, I can’t complain about this route, at least I’ll be showing off my dancing skills I’ll be demonstrating again for the ball.”

“Who knows, perhaps another dance like this might occur on the night. I say let us spend the rest of the day practising,” suggested the Finarfin, rotating his body to inch closer to yours and already placing a hand on your thigh.

“Splendid idea. Let us not waste a second then.”

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a-d-nox · 2 hours ago

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Hiiiii!!

I’m here for the game

🪩🪩🪩🪩

My goal for this year is to move country and find “my place”

My inicial is A. she/her

Sun in ♌️

Asc ♌️

Thank u so muchhh ✨

clocking no. 2

let's see what's going on with the moving / self discovery...

beginning -> 9.1 - like a cat with 9 lives - i feel like this is more about wanting to hit the reset button after a tough time more than anything else. look out for 999, 666, 3:33, cats, etc. you are or were in the "hermit" mode of things - time alone could be both a good and bad thing. its good for learning and expanding your understanding of yourself and your role in the world around you. but it can also cause some bitterness... and can cause depression or unnecessary suffering of your social self. so be mindful during this time of moving and finding your place. i sense you are incredibly close to moving - or maybe you were? and now it feels like time is passing you and your plans by? like it is something you say like "i'm moving to iceland and becoming a sheep farmer". timing is rarely ever perfect so it's now or never. don't celebrate too early in this process. feeling "fulfilled" takes time.

middle -> 5.3 - you are currently in the midst of changing your circumstances. you could have recently realized "it doesn't have to be this way" - now you are going for it. remember to stay present though. time adds up is another reminder of this card - 5 minutes - i always tell myself if it takes 5 minutes or less than do it. that could mean doing quick applies to jobs abroad, looking at your visa info in short stints, etc. when you do move you have to still find "your place" - go for a walk. you don't find yourself sitting alone at home. go experience the world around you - go connect!

end -> 9.2 - if you want to be different, you have to act different. so look at things in a new light - you can't doing the same things you do where you currently live abroad. that just means you moved parallel when you are looking to move forward. if you don't act differently when you do move / if you move, you might just be disappointed by your once expectations. "don't cry because it didn't happen, cry for the things that did."

-a.d.

#numerology #cerulean sequence

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jamesreads · 6 months ago

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The relationship between space and time was forever changed.

#illustration #art #painting #magic #tarot #numerology #cerulean sequence

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augustinajosefina · 1 year ago

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A request

Please suggest books to me! Preferably in the glove kink/lesbian space atrocities, urban fantasy or dark academia genres but I'll happily try any SF/fantasy at least once.

So far I've read and loved:

Before 2023

The Imperial Radch (Ancillary Justice/Sword/Mercy) - Ann Leckie

Jean le Flambeur (The Quantum Thief/The Fractal Prince/The Causal Angel) - Hannu Rajaniemi

The Windup Girl/The Water Knife - Paolo Bagicalupi

Memory of Water/The City of Woven Streets - Emmi Itäranta

2023

The Locked Tomb (Gideon/Harrow/Nona the Ninth) - Tamsyn Muir

The Masquerade (Traitor/Monster/Tyrant Baru Cormorant) - Seth Dickinson

Teixcalaan series (A Memory Called Empire/A Desolation Called Peace) - Arkady Martine

Machineries of Empire (Ninefox Gambit/Raven Stratagem/Revenant Gun/Hexarchate Stories) - Yoon Ha Lee

The Murderbot Diaries (All Systems Red to System Collapse) - Martha Wells

The Broken Earth (The Fifth Season/The Obelisk Gate/The Stone Sky) - N. K. Jemisin

Klara And The Sun - Kazuo Ishiguro

Xuya universe (The Citadel of Weeping Pearls/The Tea Master and the Detective/Seven of Infinities plus short stories) - Aliette de Bodard

This is How You Lose the Time War - Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

The Goblin Emperor/The Witness for the Dead/Grief of Stones - Katherine Addison

Some Desperate Glory - Emily Tesh

2024

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue - V. E. Schwab

The Craft Sequence (Three Parts Dead/Two Serpents Rise/Full Fathom Five/Last First Snow/Four Roads Cross/Ruin of Angels) - Max Gladstone

Babel: Or the Necessity of Violence: An Arcane History of the Oxford Translators' Revolution - R. F. Kuang

Dead Country - Max Gladstone

Hands of the Emperor - Victoria Goddard

Read and liked:

The Moonday Letters - Emmi Itäranta

Piranesi - Susanna Clarke

Great Cities (The City We Became/The World We Make) - N. K. Jemisin

Autonomous - Annalee Newitz

Dead Djinn universe (A Master of Djinn/The Haunting of Tram Car 015/A Dead Djinn in Cairo/The Angel of Khan el-Khalili) - P. Djèlí Clark

Even Though I Knew the End - C. L. Polk

Station Eternity - Mur Lafferty

The Mythic Dream - Dominik Parisien & Navah Wolfe

Shades of Magic (A Darker Shade of Magic/A Gathering of Shadows/A Conjuring of Light/Fragile Threads of Power) - V. E. Schwab

The Luminous Dead - Caitlin Starling

Last Exit - Max Gladstone

The Stars Are Legion - Kameron Hurley

Ninth House/Hell Bent - Leigh Bardugo

Machine - Elizabeth Bear

Our Wives Under the Sea - Julia Armfield

She Is A Haunting - Trang Thanh Tran

Sisters of the Revolution - Jeff & Ann Vandermeer

Station Eleven - Emily St John Mandel

Nettle & Bone - T. Kingfisher

Monstrilio - Gerardo Samano Córdova

Was uncertain about:

Light From Uncommon Stars - Ryka Aoki

The Kaiju Preservation Society - John Scalzi

Paladin's Grace - T. Kingfisher

The House in the Cerulean Sea - TJ Klune

In the Vanishers Palace - Aliette de Bodard

Uprooted - Naomi Novik

What Moves The Dead - T. Kingfisher

All The Birds In The Sky - Charlie Jane Anders

And read and disliked:

To Be Taught, if Fortunate - Becky Chambers

A Psalm for the Wild-Built - Becky Chambers

The Priory of the Orange Tree - Samantha Shannon

The Calculating Stars - Mary Robinette Kowal

The Space Between Worlds - Micaiah Johnson

How High We Go in the Dark - Sequoia Nagamatsu

Shadow and Bone - Leigh Bardugo

The Passage - Justin Cronin

In Ascension - Martin MacInnes

(My pride insists I add that I have, in fact, read other books as well. Just to be clear.)

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queer-book-character-tournament · 9 months ago

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Quality Control Time

okay everyone: realistically despite having read some since last tournament I can't have read all of these books as I am one person running a blog for funnies

so I'm posting a list after I've gone through the submissions and I'm counting on you guys to tell me if any of these submissions don't count (or if someone typoed something in the submission I didn't catch)

that said here are your (tentative) competitors:

Rune Saint-John- The Tarot Sequence by KD Edwards

Quinn Saint Nicholas- The Tarot Sequence by KD Edwards

Layne Dawncreek- The Hourglass Throne by KD Edwards

Silas Bell- The Spirit Bares it's Teeth by Andrew Joseph White

Daphne Luckenbill- The Spirit Bares it's Teeth by Andrew Joseph White

Benjamin/Benji Woodside- Hell Followed with us by Andrew Joseph White

Sideways Pike- The Spacegracers by HA Clarke

Tayend of Tremmelin- Magician’s Guild series (The Novice, The High Lord) by Trudi Canavan

Gideon Nav- The Locked Tomb by Tamsyn Muir

Ianthe Tridenarius, Ianthe the First- The Locked Tomb by Tamsyn Muir

Harrowhark Nonagesimus- The Locked Tomb by Tamsyn Muir

Dekka- Gone series by Michael Grant

Therem Harth rem ir Estraven- The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin

Seregil í Korit Solun Meringil Bôkthersa- Luck in the shadows/the nightrunner series by Lynn Fleweling

Victor Vale- Vicious by VE Schwab

Alucard Emery- Shades of Magic series by VE Schwab

Rhy Maresh- Shades of Magic series by VE Schwab

Elliot Schafer- In Other Lands by Sarah Rees Brennan

Sebastian Black- The Sacred Sins of Father Black by St John Starling

Father Victor Ardelian- What Manner of Man by St John Starling

Wenren È- Devil Venerable Also Wants To Know by Cyan Wings

Zhu Chongba- She Who Became The Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan

Ouyang- She Who Became The Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan

Giovanni- Giovanni's room by James Baldwin

David- Giovanni's room by James Baldwin

Danny Tozer- Dreadnought by April Daniels

Magnus Bane- The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare

Alec Lightwood- The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare

Thomas Lightwood- The Last Hours by Cassandra Clare

Alastair Carstairs- The Last Hours by Cassandra Clare

Alex Fierro-Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard series by Rick Riordan

Magnus Chase- Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard series by Rick Riordan

Nico di Angelo- The Sun and the Star by Rick Riordan

Frances Janvier- Radio Silence by Alice Oseman

Nick Nelson- Heartstopper by Alice Oseman

Charlie Spring- Heartstopper by Alice Oseman

Tori Spring- Solitaire by Alice Oseman

Gwen (Princess Gwendoline)- Gwen and Art Are Not in Love by Lex Croucher

Jack Alston/Lord Hawthorn- The Last Binding Trilogy by Freya Marske

Maud Blyth- The Last Binding Trilogy by Freya Marske

Robin Blyth- A Marvelous Light by Freya Marske

Silariathas “Silas”- Sorcery of Thorns by Margaret Rogerson

Nathaniel Thorn- Sorcery of Thorns by Margaret Rogerson

Ballister Blackheart- Nimona by N.D. Stevenson

Ambrosius Goldenloin- Nimona by N.D. Stevenson

Neil Josten- All for the game by Nora Sakavic

Andrew Minyard- All for the game by Nora Sakavic

Nicky Hemick- All for the game by Nora Sakavic

Xie Lian- Heaven Official's Blessing / Tian Guan Ci Fu by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu / mxtx

San Lang/ Hua Cheng- Heaven Official's Blessing / Tian Guan Ci Fu by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu / mxtx

Luo Binghe- The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu / mxtx

Shen Qingqiu- The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu / mxtx

Lan Wangji/ Lan Zhan/ Han Guang Jun- Mo Dao Zu Shi (The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu / mxtx

Wei WuXian/ Wei Ying/ Yiling Patriarch- Mo Dao Zu Shi (The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu / mxtx

Kelly Bennett- Heartsong by TJ Klune

Linus Baker- The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune

Arthur Parnassus- The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune

Laurent- Captive Prince by C.S. Pacat

Damianos (Damen)- Captive Prince by C.S. Pacat

Will Kempen- Dark Rise Series by C.S. Pacat

Sarcean- Dark Rise Series by C.S. Pacat

James St. Clair- Dark Rise Series by C.S. Pacat

Ronan Lynch- The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater

Adam Parrish- The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater

Loki- Loki- Where Mischief Lies by Mackenzi Lee

Theo Bell- Where Mischief Lies by Mackenzi Lee

Daniela- We Set the Dark on Fire by Tehlor Kay Mejia

Carmen- We Set the Dark on Fire by Tehlor Kay Mejia

Seonid Traighan Sedai- Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordan

Siuan Sanche Sedai- Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordan

Shallan Davar- The Stormlight Archive series by Brandon Sanderson

Jasnah Kholin- The Stormlight Archive series by Brandon Sanderson

Jesper Fahey- Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

Wylan van Eck- Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

Nina Zenik- Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

Evelyn Hugo- The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

Moiraine Damodred Sedai- The Wheel of Time Series by Robert Jordan

Yan Wushi- 千秋 /Thousand Autumns/Qian Qu by Meng Xi Shi

Shen Qiao- 千秋/Qian Qiu/Thousand Autumn by Meng Xi Shi

Alex Claremont-Diaz- Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor- Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

Biyu "Jane" Su- One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston

August Landry- One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston

Jolene Whitaker- Stars Still Fall by Jules Kelley

Jude St. Francis- A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara

Francis Abernathy- The Secret History by Donna Tartt

Ishita Dey- Hani and Ishu's Guide to Fake Dating by Adiba Jaigirdar

Carmilla Karnstein- Carmilla by J Sheridan le Fanu

Murderbot- The Murderbot Diaries by Martha Wells

Shuos Jedao- Ninefox Gambit by Yoon Ha Lee

Achilles- Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

Patroclus- Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

Yin Hanjiang- Devil Venerable Also Wants To Know by Cyan Wings

Daja Kisubo- The Circle of Magic series, The Circle Opens series, The Will of the Empress by Tamora Pierce

Simon Torquill- October Daye Series by Seanan McGuire

Kade Bronson- Wayward Children Series by Seanan McGuire

Jack Wolcott- Wayward Children Series by Seanan McGuire

Sundew- Wings of Fire by Tui T Sutherland

Zanja Na'Tarwein- The Elemental Logic Series by Laurie J. Marks

Karis G'deon- The Elemental Logic series by Laurie J. Marks

Thaniel Steepleton- The Watchmaker of Filigree Street, The Lost Future of Pepperharrow by Natasha Pulley

Raff Barden- One Night in Hartswood by Emma Denny

Penn de Foucart- One Night in Hartswood by Emma Denny

Alec Campion- Swordspoint by Ellen Kushner

Richard St Vier- Swordspoint by Ellen Kushner

Nico Ferrer De Varona- The Atlas Six by Olivie Blake

Parisa Kamali- The Atlas Six by Olivie Blake

Sam Black Crow- American Gods by Neil Gaiman

Salim- American Gods by Neil Gaiman

Hunter- Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman

Islington- Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman

Tsukiko- The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

Zachary Ezra Rawlins- The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern

Dorian- The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern

Katrina- The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern

Katherine- The Privilege of the Sword by Ellen Kushner

Geraldine- Christabel by Samuel Coleridge

Priya- The Jasmine Throne/The Oleander Sword by Tasha Suri

Malini- The Jasmine Throne/The Oleander Sword by Tasha Suri

Henry Gaunt- In Memoriam by Alice Winn

Sidney Ellwood - In Memoriam by Alice Winn

Benji Ovich- Beartown by Frederik Backman

Renly Baratheon- A Song of Ice and Fire (ASOIAF) by George R.R. Martin

Loras Tyrell- A Song of Ice and Fire (ASOIAF) by George R.R. Martin

Oberyn Martell- A Song of Ice and Fire (ASOIAF) by George R.R. Martin

Ellaria Sand- A Song of Ice and Fire (ASOIAF) by George R.R. Martin

Ead Duryan- The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon

Thara Celehar- The Witness for the Dead by Katherine Addison

Iäna Pel-Thenhior- The Witness for the Dead by Katherine Addison

Vanyel Ashkevron- The Last Herald-Mage Series (Magic's Pawn, Magic's Price, Magic's Promise) by Mercedes Lackey

Galen- Paladin's Hope by T. Kingfisher

Doctor Piper- Paladin's Hope by T. Kingfisher

Eliot Waugh- The Magicians by Lev Grossman

Simon Spier- Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli

Bram Greenfield- Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli

Leah Burke- Leah on the Offbeat by Becky Albertalli

Abby Suso- Leah on the Offbeat by Becky Albertalli

Jay Gatsby- Self-Made Boys by Anna-Marie Mclemore

Harold Hutchins- Captain Underpants by Dav Pilkey

Eric "Bitty" Bittle- Check, Please! By Ngozi Ukazu

Jack Zimmermann- Check, Please! By Ngozi Ukazu

Ollie O'Meara- Check, Please! By Ngozi Ukazu

Pacer Wicks- Check, Please! By Ngozi Ukazu

Maurice Hall- Maurice by E.M. Forster

Alec Scudder- Maurice by E.M. Forster

Clive Durham- Maurice by E.M. Forster

Cal Stephanides- Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides

Therese Belivet- Carol or The Price of Salt by Patricia Highsmith

Carol Aird- Carol or The Price of Salt by Patricia Highsmith

Baz Pitch- Carry On Series by Rainbow Rowell

Tennalhin (Tennal) Halkana- Ocean's Echo by Everina Maxwell

Evander (Andy) Mills- Lavendar House by Lev Ac Rosen

Kaiiestron (Kai) l, Prince of the Fourth House of the Underearth- Witch King by Martha Wells

Max Owen- Magical Boy by The Kao

Remy Pendergast- Silver Under Nightfall by Rin Chupeco

Ben De Backer- I Wish You All The Best by Mason Deaver

Nathan Allan- I Wish You All The Best by Mason Deaver

Genevieve Lefoux- The Parasol Protectorate series by Gail Carriger

Maddie Morrow- Havenfall by Sara Holland

Catherine St. Day- The Lady's Guide to Celestial Mechanics by Olivia Waite

Lucy Muchelney- The Lady's Guide to Celestial Mechanics by Olivia Waite

Fetter- The Saint of Bright Doors by Vajra Chandrasekera

Leonie Jackman- Her Majesty's Royal Coven by Juno Dawson

Red- This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

Blue- This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

Rose- Camp Damascus by Chuck Tingle

Li Shimin- Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao

Cliopher Mdang- The Hands of the Emperor by Victoria Goddard

Lily Hu- Last Night At The Telegraph Club by Malinda Lo

Patrick O’Hara- The Guncle by Steven Rowley

Ambrose Cusk- The Darkness Outside Us by Eliot Schrefer

Kodiak Celius- The Darkness Outside Us by Eliot Schrefer

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megafunk · 8 months ago

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Ghalla pose studies hooray!

Did these over the past 5 days to see what it's like doing nude studies. It's fun! I hope to do 5 more next week.

Since I wanted to feature both races, they go in a F-M, Cerulean-Arabelean sequence.

#art #digital #worldbuilding #eraden #fantasy #nude study #studies #sketch #sketchy #dragon #furry #MegafunkStuff

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tigressaofkanjis · 7 months ago

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Transformers: Lost World - All 16 Meadow Transformers

See post for information here

Color Schemes: Normal colors will be present and switch between both types regularly with a 50-50 chance of spawning with a Transformer every in-game day with Regal spawns being slightly less odds but very possible to encounter. Rare and Legendary colors can only be unlocked after talking to Shockwave about the rifts plaguing the land once the Universal Nexus is activated. From then on, both wild and outbreaks of Transformers will have a chance of being all four types.

Color Schemes may seem similar in sequence or by name, but they are different shades, and the order of colors also marks their prominence. (Main Color, Secondary Color, Extra Details, and Extra Details), (Main Color, Secondary Color, and Extra Details), or (Main Color and Secondary/Extra Details). On some occasions, the first color isn’t technically the overall if there’s an even amount of color space in which case all colors will be main or a main and two secondaries. Most color schemes do not include protoform limb colors nor faceplates.

When you befriend a Transformer in the wild, they will not spawn again once you have them at your base. However, after the Universal Nexus is activated, not only do outbreaks occur to get multiple of the same Transformer but cosmic clones baring any color scheme available for that particular Transformer will appear in the wild spawn locations of the original (even if you never befriended the Transformer at all giving you more odds). If you release a Transformer before activating the Universal Nexus, they will spawn back in the wild in their area and allow you to hunt for a different color available in Normal and Regal formats.

Take note: Universal molds (G1, TFA, TFP, etc) do not spawn in the wild, only through outbreaks. Colors indicated do not always count protoform color. Bio lights vary.

Patterns: Depending on the Transformer also varies on pattern. From animal-like prints to simplistic car patterns, fades, and cutoffs, you could possibly find a Transformer with a unique color scheme and a beautiful pattern to boot. (Me adding flare to the game because I find it odd a lot of Transformers have Basic patterning. I would think an advanced cybernetic species would invest in some good designs *tattoos* ahem. And it doesn’t cover their whole body usually, just parts of it.)

Vehicons (Miner) – Can be seen in Basic, Tiger and Saddled Patterns.

Normal Colors: Charoite (Purple, Black, and Deep Grey with Red Lights), Tuxedo (Black and White with Red Lights)

Regal Colors: Amethyst (Indigo, Gray, and Silver with Red Lights), Cherry Swirl (Crimson and Magenta with White Lights)

Rare Colors: Beast (Deep Grey, Red, and Yellow with Yellow Lights; Striped Hyena), Shattered Glass (Sea Blue, Black, and White with Light Blue Lights)

Legendary Colors: Space Cadet (Dark Blue, Teal, and White with Blue Lights), Golden Sheep (Black and Gold with Yellow Lights)

2. Autotroopers (Gatherer) - Can be seen in Basic, Leopard and Tobiano Patterns.

Normal Colors: Monochrome (White, Black, and Grey with Blue Lights), Star Sapphire (Slate Gray and Deep Blue with Blue Lights)

Regal Colors: Snowflake (Frost White and Baby Blue with Light Blue Lights), White Lotus (White, Green and Mint with Light Green Lights)

Rare Colors: Beast (Light Gray, Black, and White with Blue Lights; Labrador), Shattered Glass (Deep Grey, White, and Light Purple with Red Lights)

Legendary Colors: Winterdance (Light Blue, Cerulean, and White with Teal Lights), Cockatiel (Cream, White, and Red with Orange Lights)

3. Jazz (Scout) – Can be seen in Basic, Narrow Sports Striped and Narrow Racing Striped Patterns.

Normal Colors: Seaboard (White, Cool Black, and Navy Blue with Blue Lights), Chromite (Silver and Gray with Blue Lights)

Regal Colors: Magical Betta (White, Blue, and Maroon with Blue Lights), Faded Dusk (Light Gray, Deep Blue and Orange with Orange Lights)

Rare Colors: Beast (Silver, White and Deep Blue with Blue Lights; Lynx), Shattered Glass (Black, Grey, Gold, and Light Orange with Red Lights)

Legendary Colors: Molten (Neon Red and Neon Orange with Yellow Lights), Freeway (Silver, Black and Gold with Blue Lights)

4. Cliffjumper (Miner) - Can be seen in Basic, Saddled and Triangular Patterns.

Normal Colors: Candy Apple (Crimson and Silver with Blue Lights), Crimson Tide (Crimson, Burgundy, and Dark Red with Blue Lights)

Regal Colors: Warlord (Silver, Deep Grey, Black, and Crimson with White Lights), Blood Moon (Black and Crimson with Red Lights)

Rare Colors: Beast (Deep Red, Copper, and Silver; Wildebeest), Shattered Glass (Purple, Black, and Silver)

Legendary Colors: Plague Crystal (Violet, Purple, and Dark Purple), Roughrider (Yellow, Brown, and Green with Yellow Lights)

5. Barricade (Infiltrator) - Can be seen in Basic, Checkered and Wide Single Striped Patterns.

Normal Colors: Tuxedo (Black and White with Red Lights), Star Sapphire (Slate Gray and Deep Blue with Red Lights)

Regal Colors: Starry Night (Black, Indigo, and Copper with Purple Lights), Moonlit Ocean (Dark Blue, Black and White with Red Lights)

Rare Colors: Beast (Black, Grey, and Purple with Red Lights; Wolverine), Shattered Glass (White, Black, and Blue with Green Lights)

Legendary Colors: Interrogator (White, Yellow, and Blue with Blue Lights), Pursuit (Lavender, Black, and Gold with Purple Lights)

6. Knockout (Healer) - Can be seen in Basic, Tribal and Narrow Racing Striped Patterns.

Normal Colors: Rose Bouquet (Red, Magenta, and Yellow with Red Lights), Cherry Swirl (Crimson and Magenta with Red Lights)

Regal Colors: Gothic Luxury (Black, Gold, and Crimson with Red Lights), Medic (Red and White with Red Lights)

Rare Colors: Beast (Crimson, Cerulean, and Gold with Red Lights; Peacock), Shattered Glass (Blue, White, Black, and Gold with Blue Lights)

Legendary Colors: Radioactive (Vivid Green, Purple and Pink with Pink Lights), Tango Lily (Tangerine, Burgundy, and Violet with Red Lights)

7. Moonracer (Infiltrator) - Can be seen in Basic, Triangular and Hexagonal Patterns.

Normal Colors: Mint Vanilla (Mint, Teal, and Cream with Blue Lights), Grassland (Light Green, Mint, and Amber with Yellow Lights)

Regal Colors: Variscite Bracelet (Gold, Green, and Mint with Blue Lights), Turquoise (Teal and Mint with Blue Lights)

Rare Colors: Beast (Cream, Mint, and Gold with Green Lights; Belgian Horse), Shattered Glass (Dark Blue, Black, and Crimson with Red Lights)

Legendary Colors: Arctic Glow (White, Aqua, and Mint with Teal Lights), Mermaid (Light Purple, Cream, and Teal with Light Purple Lights)

8. Hot Rod (Miner) - Can be seen in Basic, Flames and Chevron Patterns.

Normal Colors: Firestarter (Burgundy, Orange, and Yellow with Blue Lights), Sunset (Red, Gold, and Orange with Blue Lights)

Regal Colors: Obsidian Sun (Black, Orange, and Deep Copper with Orange Lights), Tiger’s Eye (Orange, Black, and Crimson with Blue Lights)

Rare Colors: Beast (Yellow, Red, and Gold with Orange Lights; Lion), Shattered Glass (Black, Silver, and Purple with Red Lights)

Legendary Colors: Blue Ghost (Blue, Teal, and Light Orange with Orange Lights), Fusion Flame (Black, Crimson, and Gold with Red Lights)

9. Tailgate (Miner) - Can be seen in Basic, Tobiano and Hexagonal Patterns

Normal Colors: Waves (White and Cerulean with Blue Lights), Energon (White, Blue, and Teal with Blue Lights)

Regal Colors: Glass Marbles (White, Red, Blue, and Black with Blue Lights), Blue Sky (Cerulean, Baby Blue, and White with Yellow Lights)

Rare Colors: Beast (Blue, White, and Dark Blue with Blue Lights; Adelie Penguin), Shattered Glass (Gold, Deep Blue, and White with Red Lights)

Legendary Colors: Flare Cap (Light Yellow, Light Red, and Black with Blue Lights), Akebi Fruit (Lavender and White with Light Blue Lights)

10. Sideswipe (Scout) - Can be seen in Basix, Saddled and Mackerel Patterns

Normal Colors: Harlequin (Red, Black, and White with Blue Lights), Chromite (Silver and Gray with Blue Lights)

Regal Colors: Smelting Rock (Amber, Black, and Grey with Orange Lights), Sumi-e (White, Black, and Red with Blue Lights)

Rare Colors: Beast (Crimson, Amber, Black, and Yellow with Red Lights; King Cobra), Shattered Glass (Teal, Deep Grey, and Silver with Red Lights)

Legendary Colors: Sunrise (Yellow, Cerulean, and Tangerine with Blue Lights), Desert Storm (Tan, Windsor Tan, and Cream with Yellow Lights)

11. Sunstreaker (Gatherer) - Can be seen in Basic, Saddled and Wide Double Striped Patterns

Normal Colors: Yellow Jacket (Yellow and Black with Blue Lights), Coreopsis (Yellow, Deep Gray, and Red)

Regal Colors: Aspen Forest (Grey, Dark Grey, White, and Yellow with Yellow Lights), Sand (Gold and Tan with Blue Lights)

Rare Colors: Beast (Gold, Yellow, Black, and Grey with Blue Lights; Goanna), Shattered Glass (Black, Burgundy, and Gold with Red Lights)

Legendary Colors: Prototype (White, Black, and Burgundy with Red Lights), Machination (Yellow, Cerulean, and Pink with Red Lights)

12. Heatwave (Healer) - Can be found with Basic, Narrow Double Striped and Cheetah Patterns

Normal Colors: Fire Hydrant (Red, Yellow, and Grey with Blue Lights), Harlequin (Red, Black, and White with Blue Lights)

Regal Colors: Cinnabar Dolomite (White, Maroon, and Deep Grey with Blue Lights), Auburn Anthem (Crimson and Copper with Blue Lights)

Rare Colors: Beast (White, Red, Black, and Yellow with Yellow Lights; Dalmatian), Shattered Glass (Black, Dark Blue, Red, and White with Red Lights)

Legendary Colors: Firebot (Neon Yellow, Crimson, and White with Blue Lights), Reverse Deployer (Indigo, Tangerine, and Dark Slate with Red Lights)

13. Chase (Gatherer) - Can be found in Basic, Chevron and Tobiano Patterns

Normal Colors: Mosaic (Dark Blue, White, and Yellow with Blue Lights), Seaboard (White, Cool Black, and Navy Blue with Light Blue Lights)

Regal Colors: Blue Sky (Cerulean, Baby Blue, and White with Blue Lights), Prime Sherbert (Red, Blue, and Yellow with Orange Lights)

Rare Colors: Beast (Navy Blue, Baby Blue and White with Yellow Lights; Kangaroo), Shattered Glass (Camo Green, Green, and Silver with Red Lights)

Legendary Colors: Electronic (Black, White, and Yellow with Blue Lights), Rescue Dino (Navy Blue, Light Teal, and Silver with Blue Lights)

14. Bumblebee (Scout) - Can be found in Basic, Wide Single Striped and Narrow Double Striped Patterns

Normal Colors: Yellow Jacket (Yellow and Black with Blue Lights), Black Swan (Black, Deep Grey, and Gold with Dark Blue Lights)

Regal Colors: Oriole (Orange, Amber, and Black with Blue Lights), Super Seven (Gold, Purple, and Maroon with Purple Lights)

Rare Colors: Beast (Gold, Black, and Baby Blue with Blue Lights; Honeybee), Shattered Glass (Silver and Purple with Red Lights)

Legendary Colors: Terrorcon (Black, Purple, Mint, and Slate with Purple Lights), Sonic Blue (Baby Blue, Dark Blue, and Silver with White Lights)

15. Perceptor (Infiltrator) - Can be found in Basic, Hexagonal and Saddled Patterns

Normal Colors: Harlequin (Red, Black, and White with Blue Lights), Ruby Glass (Red, Light Teal, and Black with Blue Lights)

Regal Colors: Ornament (Red, Silver, and Gold with Blue Lights), Wildfire (Amber, Red, and Dark Grey with Yellow Lights)

Rare Colors: Beast (Light Gray, Red, and Black with Blue Lights; Red-Tailed Hawk), Shattered Glass (Black and Red with Red Lights)

Legendary Colors: Retro Style (Mute Blue, Red, and White with White Lights), Minicon (Blue, Orange, Baby Blue and Yellow with Blue Lights)

16. Shockwave (Infiltrator) - Can be found in Basic, Chevron, and Ocelot Patterns

Normal Colors: Charoite (Purple, Black, and Deep Grey with Red Lights), Purple Dawn (Purple, Lavender, and Grey with Yellow Lights)

Regal Colors: Masquerade (Vivid Purple, Neon Green, and Dark Grey with Yellow Lights), Ominous (Teal, Black, and Silver with Red Lights)

Rare Colors: Beast (Purple, Black, and Pink with Pink Lights; Spinosaurus), Shattered Glass (Gold, Silver, Blue, and Yellow with Blue Lights)

Legendary Colors: Senator (White, Teal, and Green with Blue Lights), Origin (Cerulean, Crimson, and White with Blue Lights)

It took me a week to plan the Normal and Regal color schemes for all 200 Transformers. Since both categories can have repetitive colors, I had to carefully place same colors in Normal (Canon) slots that matched the description of the Transformer and use them for Regal (Non-Canon/Extra Color Schemes) that seemed to work for the others. You have no idea how painful it was to do. Now that the hard part is over, it's just going through the list for Rare (Beast and Shattered Glass) and Legendary (Rare Toys/Exclusives) colors which shouldn't take long for me to do though scrolling through all the toy lines for unique color schemes is draining.

Please note Legendary skins are chosen by how rare or how meaningful the color is to the character. Some characters have multiple good toys with unique color schemes but I can't always put every one of them, so I have to choose what appears to be the best. I scroll through all character pages of every universe and choose my contenders mind you, so it can get very hard on what is chosen in the end.

Color Schemes are also simplified to ensure cleaner display. Notice how colors can be a bit vague. It's sometimes very had to pinpoint specific colors so the top few most prominent on the character are noted, especially for Legendary skins where I go for uniqueness and individuality compared to the Normal and Regal skins.

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