#cornflower blue sapphire

[dyxtd21]

Fact: The Nine Tales Council (Parti Sapphire, Cornflower Blue Sapphire, Padparadscha Sapphire, Purple Sapphire, Pink Sapphire, Black Star Sapphire, Green Sapphire, Orange Sapphire and Yellow Sapphire) act like step-mothers to the young Damian Wayne.

They absolutely adore and spoil him, thinking he's the most precious thing to ever exist on the planet. Damian is shocked by them at first but then gets accustomed to them and doesn't mind them. He likes their attention, sometimes.

Scenario:

Bruce, reading the newspaper in the morning while noticing Damian getting ready to leave: "Now, where are you going off to, Damian?"

Damian, casually: "Just to go and visit my nine step-mothers."

Bruce: "Ah, alright then."

A long pause as Damian's words fully hit Bruce.

Bruce: "Wait! Wha-"

But, Damian has already left, leaving Bruce stunned and speechless, even confused as well.

Nine step-mothers? That's...not right. Who are they? Bruce thought, still grappling with the words of Damian's.

Alfred walks in the dinning room: "Master Bruce? Please do not tell me that you haven't noticed about young Master Damian's meetings with the only anthropomorphic female Kitsunes council? The Nine Tales Council, I believe?"

Bruce, thinking hard as of now: "No, I have not."

Alfred, in disbelief: "Oh, Master Bruce. What am I going to do with you?"

[goldhartzjewelry]

Cornflower Blue Sapphires: Unveiling the Origin, Rarity, and Enchanting Beauty

Dive into the allure of Cornflower Blue Sapphires, a gemstone that captivates with its enchanting hue. Originating from the deep depths of Kashmir and Myanmar, these sapphires are revered for their rich, velvety blue reminiscent of cornflower petals. The rarity lies in their origin, with Himalayan mountain ranges yielding some of the world's most coveted blue sapphires (Kashmir Cornflower Blue Sapphire & Burmese Cornflower Blue Sapphire). Beyond their mesmerizing cornflower blue color, the mystique deepens as these gems are characterized by exceptional clarity and a unique fluorescence that intensifies their beauty. With origins playing a pivotal role, Cornflower Blue Sapphires hold a distinct place in the world of gemstone jewelry. The rarity, coupled with their captivating color, elevates these gems to a coveted status. Whether set in a classic engagement ring or a statement pendant, these sapphires tell a tale of timeless elegance and unparalleled beauty. Explore the mystique of Cornflower Blue Sapphires—a gem that transcends rarity to become a symbol of refined sophistication. 💙✨

[geogemms]

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Color Guide for matching Festival Genes + Primal Eyes

Now i want to say this is not meant to be some definitive guide. These are just my attempts at matching colors as closely as i could find with what's available on the color wheel currently. Some of which were quite tricky to find a good match for (or is maybe not even the best use for the gene, looking at you Crystalline...). Will list the colors used for the scries above, but I'll also have some notes for some other similar matches or other color ideas. Overall, this was just a fun little project to work on as the genes released, and maybe some will find some use from it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Light: Sanddollar (Flaxen is a very close 2nd, if you want a very slight warmer color. Banana could also pass, but i find it a little too dark compared to the eyes)

Lightning: Robin (This one's tricky since the color IS the lightning rather than the outline, but Robin is bright enough to give the illusion of being white with a matching blue outline. Aqua is a close 2nd, but again is a little to dark in comparison)

Fire: Sunshine (Saffron if you want darker, more orange fire. Marigold if you want a lighter, more yellow fire. Sunshine is the middle ground of these two. All 3 of these match very closely, so up to your personal preference here)

Arcane: Bubblegum (Matching to the little runes. If you want to match to the eyes themselves, Orchid is the closest match without being too dark in color)

Plague: Vermilion (Berry if you want something less egregiously bright. But i do think Vermilion is technically a closer color match, tho both are very close. If you want a color flipped match, Chartreuse matches the colors pretty well, or Crocodile is you want a similar pallet but less bright (and also has a slight bit more red to it's accents). Bonus color: while it doesn't really match the eyes, Red has a very good Plague-y vibe, if you're a fan of the red+green aesthetic)

Earth: Pumpkin (This one has been the most difficult one to match with all the colors going on with both the eyes and genes. But it leads to a bunch of potential options that just kinda almost match. Ultimately tho there's not really a perfect match for these, just go by your own preference. Ginger matches close for a solid color match. For multi-toned picks, some other good options are Caramel, Peach, Ivory, Seafoam, and Cream. Sadly there's not really any colors that adds more pink secondary tones. (also as an added bonus for these: if you want to match with the geode currency used for the festival: teal, ultramarine, and splash are some good picks)

Ice: Eggplant (Indigo if you want just a very slight more saturation, but ultimately the two are nearly indistinguishable from each other. if you want some really dark blue ice in the same hue, Sapphire works well. If you want a lighter ice color: Sky, Periwinkle, Twilight, and Storm are the closest without going just full on white)

Shadow: Grape (Royal or Violet for a more subdued color, tho i find them a little too bright. The strong highlights on this gene make it tricky to match perfectly, especially when we don't have many darker purples as is. But at the same time, you really can't go too wrong with most of the purple range with this gene, it's just a matter of preference)

Wind: Peridot (Not much to say about this one. This color is incredibly spot on. I guess, if you want something a little darker, Pear matches the darker tips of the eyes)

Water: Cornflower (The whole Lapis-to-Sky range works here, for varying degrees of saturation and brightness, but i think overall Cornflower has the best balance out of all of them? (it looks the closest on adult dragons at least). Idk, this one's really tricky too xP And i am once again painfully reminded that we don't really have any good super vibrant colors in the sky blue range T___T All the closest colors are either too green or too faded. Also as a bonus option: If you want a foamy look, Ice and Pistachio work really well for this)

Nature: Orca (I initially thought Peridot would win this one, but then Orca came out of nowhere. Peridot's still another good option tho, the flowers are just a little more on the green side than the ones on the eyes (but they do match with the actual 'eye' part of the eyes). Also for a bonus color, Pearl also looks really nice paired with nature eyes, even tho it does have a lot of purple in the vines. the leaves and flowers still match really well. And as far as i can find, there's not really a good way to match the vines to the vines of the eyes, since that parts seems to stick to darker colors and browns)

[luna-azzurra]

Different ways to describe Blue eyes

1. Bright, azure eyes: Referring to the brilliant, vivid shade of blue reminiscent of a clear sky.

2. Deep sapphire eyes: Comparing the color to the rich, dark blue of a sapphire gemstone.

3. Clear cerulean eyes: Describing a pure, bright blue hue akin to the color of a clear cerulean sky.

4. Sparkling turquoise eyes: Likening the color to the shimmering, greenish-blue tones found in turquoise gemstones.

5. Icy blue eyes: Describing a pale, cool blue shade reminiscent of ice or winter.

6. Piercing cobalt eyes: Suggesting a striking, intense blue color akin to cobalt metal.

7. Dreamy cornflower eyes: Comparing the color to the soft, delicate shade of cornflower petals.

8. Electric blue eyes: Referring to a vibrant, intense blue hue that appears to be charged with energy.

9. Oceanic blue eyes: Describing a deep, alluring blue color reminiscent of the vastness of the ocean.

10. Steel-blue eyes: Likening the color to the cool, steely hue of metal.

11. Aquamarine eyes: Comparing the color to the soft, bluish-green tones of the gemstone aquamarine.

12. Gentle baby blue eyes: Describing a light, soft blue color similar to the eyes of a newborn.

13. Enchanting cerulean eyes: Suggesting a captivating, magical shade of blue.

14. Cool periwinkle eyes: Referring to a soft, light blue hue with a touch of lavender.

[vulpisnocturna]

Hello there, I hope ur havin a great day ♡ may I ask for Gojo x virgin!reader w voice kink, if it's ok w u obviously 🖤 I just think he would be sooo sweet to his darling 😌

Of course lovely :)

15) free space (voice kink)

NSFW - MDNI

Warnings: virgin reader, voice kink, praise kink, dirty talk, experienced Gojo, oral sex (f!receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, safe sex (on this blog??? crazy I know), Lawyer AU because why not, soft dom Gojo

His cerulean eyes were truly what people described and more. They had the effect that the Bernini statues had had on you when you had first seen them: awe and wonder at how an artist could carve marble to look like flesh and silk, how fingers curling on stone could look so soft and powerful. Gojo Satoru’s eyes were the same: they left you in marvel of the specks of hundreds, if not thousands of hues of blue, from the deepest depths of the ocean to a forest stream to the summer sky, all the way to the richest sapphires and the July fields of cornflowers in a meadow. They were framed by snowy eyelashes like snowflakes on ice, and try as you might, you could not accept that they were covered by sunglasses most of the time.

The first time you had seen them, you had forgotten how to speak. Now, because Satoru was a bit of a prick, he never did let it go. Once he had caught onto the fact that you had a crush on him, he had asked you out on a date. You were a lawyer green as grass at the firm he was partner at, fresh out of law school, looking to make a name for yourself in the law scene and make a change. Though his methods of arguing were unorthodox, Gojo Satoru was regarded as the best lawyer in the city. He talked way too much and often got cheeky with the Judge, which always made you slump in your chair and cringe inwardly like all the bones in your body had turned to soup, but somehow, his charm always managed to appease both the Judge and the jury.

Nanami-san said that if anyone other than Gojo tried his methods in court, they would be held in contempt in the span of five minutes without even having the time to utter “Your Honour”. He could do what he did because he was Gojo Satoru, but you still admired his speeches, his compelling motions, the way he could turn a case around at the last minute of the closing arguments as though it was second nature.

It was after a full day in court where you had had to cross-examine a very important defence expert witness that Gojo had kept you in the cafeteria at the afternoon break. You were sitting on a bench, trying to relieve the pain in your feet after wearing stilettos and standing behind the podium for hours, and drinking the watery coffee that did not taste like much just to keep yourself going just for another two hours, when Gojo had approached you.

‘That cross was quite the show’ he had commented, devouring a pastry, licking his lips when the strawberry jam inside it painted his mouth bright red.

That had been when Gojo had first taken notice of you. After that, he had insisted on getting a morning coffee with you, buying you lunch on the break and had even invited you to a dinner with the firm partners, and despite you feeling really out of your depth, he had managed to make you feel like you belonged with his easy jokes and cheeky compliments.

One week after the dinner, he had taken you on a beautiful date at a bar in the bustling centre of the city, where cocktails were served with smoke billowing from the glass and even just bartending looked like full-fledged artistry.

And now, after your third date, you had had a couple of glasses of red wine, and you had felt courageous enough to take him up on his offer to go back to his place. As a starting practitioner, you were living in a small flat near the courthouse, one where if you opened the sofa-bed, you would not be able to reach the kitchen unless you crawled over the bed. And now, you were in a penthouse with windows surrounding the living room, overlooking the skyline and the city centre. It was... extravagant and showy, two adjectives you would immediately choose when talking about him. And he was currently embracing you from behind, kissing your throat, sending your heart pattering like hailstones on a car windshield.

You hadn’t had the guts to tell him you were a virgin. You were out of your depth here as you had been at the dinner, but this, this felt so much more personal. This was... embarrassing.

Perhaps because you had been so busy with law school and then work, trying to stay on top of bills and rent, you hadn’t had time to date. You felt as though you had missed a big part of your puberty and early adulthood, and at some point, it had gotten to a point where “waiting for the right one” had turned into not trusting anyone enough with the embarrassment of still being a virgin. You had never been fully naked with someone, never done anything more than making out and shirtless dry humping. And he... well, he had a reputation as a womanizer. He looked like the type to have commitment issues, and God, you should not be involving yourself with him to this point, you should not give out your first sex experience to someone who might just want a one night stand with no baggage, but he had won you over like he won all of his cases.

And now, you were afraid to admit that you loved that peculiar, flamboyant man, and you wanted him to be your first.

But you did not know how to come clean with it. And so you were stuck in that predicament, turning into putty in his hands and growing more and more tense by the minute as his lips ghosted your jaw and your throat, his hands splayed on your stomach, holding you in place.

‘You are so pretty, sweetheart. You smell so sweet- you look so innocent, just want to see you look at me with your pretty teary eyes underneath me’ he murmured against your ear, and a shiver ran up your spine, your eyelids fluttering at the mere sound of his voice. He sounded... tantalising. It was as if his voice alone was enough to render you unable to think, enough to make your lower stomach drop and force you to press your thighs together to alleviate the throbbing between them. The huskiness of it, the sweet but sensual tone, his words... they were all making you dizzy. You could just hear him speak in your ear forever and you would never need to have sex to know what it felt like.

‘Satoru-‘ you breathed, licking your dry lips, and he turned you, picking you up and forcing you to wrap your legs around his hips. His lips clashed with yours, hungry and enticing, soft and ravenous as they sought to brand you and burn their likeness in your mouth. His tongue was warm and demanding against yours, and he tasted faintly of mint and spiced rum, a lingering tribute to the last drink he’d had. His teeth sank in the pliant flesh of your bottom lip, and he sucked, tearing a whimper from you that made him groan.

The sound that came from his throat did nothing to quell down your lust, rather, it poured gasoline on a forest fire, to the point where you were squirming and gyrating your hips against his erection in an attempt to find reprieve.

‘Eager, are we, baby? I like it’ he chuckled, and you burnt from embarrassment and sheer lust, gulping when you found yourself in his room, which seemed to be bigger than your flat, on a king-sized bed with the softest mattress you had ever felt underneath you. He was quick to take off his shirt, giving you a view of his flawless alabaster skin and the lithe body he was blessed with, one that was nonetheless quite toned and muscular for someone who spent his day arguing with people. He climbed above you, looking at you with those cobalt eyes that seemed to make the world stand still.

‘C’mon, sweetheart, relax. I’m not going to devour you- unless you ask nicely’ he winked at you, making you burn at the embarrassing joke and the connotations of his words.

‘I- I haven’t... had sex before. Ever’ you decided to rip the band-aid and hope for the best. Satoru’s reaction was not what you had expected. He looked perplexed.

‘You’re a virgin? You? You must have had a crowd of fanboys following you for years. Were none of them up to your standards? Were you waiting for me?’ he teased, smirking, almost as if he was trying to put you at ease with his light humour. You gave a nervous laugh.

‘Uhh, I was... busy- and never really got to that point’ you stuttered, wishing his stupid extravagant bedside table lamps weren’t on so he wouldn’t see your face.

‘Well, I am flattered you chose me. I’ll have to make it worth your time, yeah?’ he said, seemingly falling back into his charming self as he ran the pad of his thumb across your lower lip, making you hold your breath as you waited for his next move.

He cupped your face, drawing you in for a slow, sensual kiss that made your stomach drop and pebbled your skin with goosebumps. The touch of his fingers was a mere caress across your ribcage, your waist and hip, but you could tell that he was holding back, and he would have likely been much rougher had he not known that this was your first time.

His feverish lips traced a line to your throat, and he took his time savouring your skin, kissing and licking and nipping at your skin until you were sure you were nothing but a pliant ragdoll in his hands.

‘I’m going to make you feel so good, baby... going to make you addicted to this, make you my good girl’ he crooned against your skin, and your breath faltered, your teeth pulling on the corner of your bottom lip. He sounded sinful, alluring, like he was casting a spell on you. His voice alone, hearing him say that, the drop in his tone, the way his tongue seemed to caress every word like his fingers were ghosting your skin... it was already becoming too much to bear. You needed to feel more, and you did not want him to treat you like you were a fragile thing who would break at the slightest touch.

In your fantasies, ones you would take to your grave, he would just take you as he spewed filth to you, praising you and making you feel like you were the only thing he ever saw and wanted. You wanted to be his.

‘Satoru... you can be rougher with me’ you murmured, and his eyes seemed to gleam in the orangey glow of the lamps, a grin spreading across his reddened lips as his fingers curled around your hip.

‘Careful what you wish for, pretty girl’ he said, his hand skimming your body to settle on your ass, under your skirt. He was fondling the pliable skin there, his tongue dipping out to lick your cleavage. He helped you out of your top, his eyes devouring every inch of your skin, making you feel truly attractive and seductive as you watched him take in your features like he couldn’t get enough of you.

Satoru ran his willowy fingers over your breasts, ghosting over your stiff nipples, circling them before he pulled down the straps of your bra and snaked his hand underneath your back to unclasp it and toss it away.

You would have felt self-conscious, were it not for Satoru’s immediate enthusiasm as he dipped his head and kissed the skin around your nipple, his hand kneading the other breast as his tongue flicked your nipple and he sucked it. You arched your back into his eager mouth and skilled fingers, wishing he would touch you between your legs, because you couldn’t take it anymore.

‘So pretty- you’re so sensitive, baby. You want me to take this pretty little skirt off?’ he asked, voice almost mellifluous, and you nodded almost too eagerly, immediately averting your eyes and feeling your cheeks heat up with warmth as you watched him smirk. He unzipped your skirt, easily slipping it off you, and his fingers ran up your thighs, which parted for him instinctively. He hummed in self-satisfaction, eyes locked on your face as he cupped you through your underwear, making your breath falter and a desperate mewl escape you at the much needed friction, which still did not feel like enough.

‘You’re such a good girl. So wet for me’ he crooned, dragging his fingers along your labia, pressing slightly until you were squirming underneath him.

‘Please, Satoru- need...’ you whined, and he chuckled, lowering his head to plant a kiss on your clothed pussy, his tongue mischievously flicking you where your most sensitive spot was.

‘What do you need, sweetheart? Want me to take your panties off and lick your cute little cunt?’ he asked, so impossibly lewd and alluring that you could not help but moan, nodding desperately.

‘Yeah- need you to touch me’ you breathed, and he smirked, cerulean eyes bright and impish as he hooked his fingers on the hem of your panties and dragged them down your thighs, discarding them and immediately touching your bare skin, teasing your wet labia and kissing your thighs, inching closer and closer to your cunt.

He dipped one long finger inside you, and you were already clamping and throbbing around it, but when he curled it, you could not help the breathless, wanton moan that poured out of you. It felt too good to be true.

‘Such a tight little cunt. Need to get you used to my fingers before you can take my cock, m’kay?’ he cooed, and your head spun with the sheer desire that man could induce in you with just his voice and a single finger.

But when his tongue joined his hand and he flicked your clit, you swore you saw stars. Your hands shot to his snowy hair, and instinct made you try to squirm away, but Satoru would not let you. He pinned you down with one large hand and let out a gravelly groan, circling your clit with his tongue.

If you had known oral sex felt this good, you would have sought someone out years ago. But perhaps it was just Satoru, and he was annoyingly good at everything, including sex.

You were reduced to a sobbing, wanton mess as Satoru tormented you in the sweetest way there was, coaxing whimpers and moans from you as he sucked your clit in his searing mouth, added another finger inside you and pumped them, slowly at first, and then deeper and faster.

His fingers were so much different from yours: they were longer and thicker, and he knew what he was doing even better than you did. And his tongue... God, it was torturous.

‘Cum for me, pretty girl- cum on my face’ he said, and you were undone. Your orgasm rocked through you like a surge of electricity, making your body tense up and your thighs tremble, your ears ringing and your eyes full of tears, white splotches dancing in your vision as the tight knot in your lower stomach released.

You were bleary, worn-out and breathless when he finally lifted his head and slipped his fingers out of you, unable to even form words after the orgasm he had just torn from you. Your dazed eyes followed him as he lifted himself off the bed and unbuttoned his trousers, taking them off along with his black boxers, until you stared, eyes slightly wide as his cock slapped against his lower stomach, thick and long, the reddened skin contrasting with the neatly trimmed white hairs of his crotch and the pale skin of his stomach.

He reached to the drawer of his nightstand, grabbing a condom and ripping the wrapper with his teeth. He unrolled it over his cock, smirking at you and hovering above you, kissing you and rubbing the tip of his cock over your labia, making you whine and push your hips against him to get him to push in.

‘Shh, shh. I have to be gentle, don’t want to hurt you, baby’ he murmured, looking as though he was struggling to restrain himself too as he pushed in a little bit, until the tip of his cock pressed inside you, tearing a whimper from you. It already felt thick and as though it was filling you and stretching you, and you did not know whether you would be able to withstand any more.

However, with coaxing and shushing from his part, he was able to push a few more inches inside you, moaning as his head dropped in the crook of your neck, his breath uneven. Your eyes scrunched up and you gritted your teeth at the burning sensation inside you, taking small breaths and trying to relax your muscles even though your instinct was to tense up.

‘Fuck- you’re so tight. You can take it, you’re doing so well, sweetheart. Just a little more’ he praised, kissing you, forcing you to relax and distracting you from the pain you felt as he pushed. You gasped at the sudden pang of pain, raking your nails down his back, but the sting did not take too long to fade away.

The first push of his hips after the pain went away felt so good you could not hold back a loud moan, and your back arched into him, your eyelids growing heavy with pleasure.

He let out a groan, gripping your thigh, lifting it around his waist, deepening the thrusts until you were squirming underneath him, whining and pleading with him.

‘Good girl. You feel amazing. You sound so sweet, baby’ he crooned, slapping his hips against you, until you could barely breathe and were rendered incoherent by how good it felt, how it pressed against all the right places, how his words were guiding you through it, heightening the pleasure.

‘’toru- please... I’m so close’ you moaned, and he gave you an impish grin, pulling you into a sloppy kiss, his hand snaking between your bodies to roll your clit between his fingers, until you were quivering and writhing underneath him, gasping for air when your lips weren’t interlocked with each other.

‘That’s my good girl. Cum for me, baby. I’m close too’ he said, getting rougher, pushing deeper and harder into you, lifting one of your legs on his shoulder, his bright blue eyes burning into you, seeming to sear the image he was seeing into his brain.

A string of curses and slurred pleas left your mouth as it got too much to bear and the knot in your belly released, making you tremble with your orgasm, your field of view obfuscated with white, your muscles weak as his hips stuttered and his rhythm broke. He came with a breathy moan, his head thrown back in bliss, his lips slightly parted.

Satoru slumped next to you, a light sheen of sweat making some strands of snowy hair cling to his forehead, his skin almost glowing in the dim light of his room.

You dared to reach to his face and brush them away, and he closed his eyes, almost as if he was revelling in your touch. It made your heart tighten in your ribcage.

‘Shower with me?’ he asked, smiling slightly, and then his lips stretched into that charming, roguish smirk, ‘I can’t promise I’ll behave, sweetheart’

[dozydawn]

Rare Double Star Sapphire

“A sapphire of classic Sri Lankan cornflower blue, possesses a very unusual form of asterism: when the stone is illuminated with a single point light source, two superimposed six-rayed stars appear. The rays of one star are almost parallel to, and just to the side of, the other.”

[dyxtd21]

Cornflower Blue Sapphire, the second-in-command of the Nine Tales Council and yes, despite her name being 'Cornflower Blue Sapphire', I have read somewhere that those gemstones also have violet in them, so, yeah. Her pear-cut gemstone is on her chest as you all can see.

Credit at Vivziepop. I used her Crymini character for inspiration and reference:

[horsefigureoftheday]

I made a horse sona and they're a blue roan . . . any name recommendations? I trust your judgement, o' Horse Spirit of The Day

Do Not trust me, all my ocs have keysmash names. That said, I'm a strong proponent of names ending in A, especially for masculine characters. I can't explain it, it just feels right.

Also, if you're gonna pick a name based on appearance, I'd go for a name that has more to do with the roaning than the blueness. Dusty, Schimmel, Nebula, etc. instead of Sapphire, Sky, Cornflower, etc. Color names are all a bit overplayed, it's like naming your labrador Bella or your husky Loki.

My usual way of naming characters is to either pick what sounds I like and mashing names together (shout out to behindthename.com) OR to think of what the character reminds me of and play around with those sounds.

For example, I once knew a horse named Mussa who was a bay roan. My red roan OC is named Moussa. She was a mare, they're stallion-adjacent, but I like the sound of it, so screw gender

My other horse OCs are named Tarok, Nikolas, Dammah, Milu, Haku, Raban, Callais, Houdini, Havi, Hama, Flori, Vigga, Kaya, Lio, Bekaar, and Ngeeha. About half the names are just made up by mashing sounds together.

[cryptidclaw]

Cryptidclaw's WC Prefixes List!

Yall said you were interested in seeing it so here it is! 

This is a collection of mostly Flora, Fauna, Rocks, and other such things that can be found in Britain since that’s where the books take place! 

I also have other Prefixes that have to do with pelt colors and patterns as well!

Here’s a link to the doc if you dont want to expand a 650 word list on your Tumblr feed lol! the doc is also in my drive linked in my pined post!

below is the actual list! If there are any names you think I should add plz tell me!

EDIT: I will update the doc with new names as I come up with them or have them suggested to me, but I wont update the list on this post! Plz visit my doc for a more updated version!

Animals

Mammal

Badger

Bat

Bear

Beaver

Bison

Boar

Buck

Calf

Cow

Deer

Elk

Fawn

Ferret

Fox

Goat

Hare

Horse

Lamb

Lynx

Marten

Mole

Mouse

Otter

Rabbit

Rat

Seal

Sheep

Shrew

Squirrel

Stoat

Vole

Weasel

Wolf

Wolverine

Amphibians

Frog

Newt

Toad

Reptiles

Scale

Adder

Lizard

Snake

Turtle

Shell

Birds

Bird

Down

Feather

Albatross

Bittern

Buzzard

Chaffinch

Chick

Chicken

Coot

Cormorant

Corvid

Crane

Crow

Curlew

Dove

Duck

Dunlin

Eagle

Egret

Falcon

Finch

Gannet

Goose

Grouse

Gull

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To Be His Queen : a Nikolai Lantsov x f!reader oneshot

Summary: Nikolai marries a chaste young woman from Fjerda, and all she knows about the marital act is snippets she has gleaned from servants. Her mother is not around to tell her and her father certainly won’t. It is up to her new husband to show her the way.

Word count: 6,898

Yup, it’s 18 and up, y’all.

The palace was silent as you walked through its halls, bracketed on either side by female guards. Were they there to make sure you didn’t get lost on your way to the chapel, or to make sure you didn’t try to run away?

You flexed your fingers around the slender bouquet of Fjerdan ice lilies, the pale green stems tied together with a blue ribbon. As you drew closer to the chapel, you noticed the walls and ceiling were decorated with rather impressively lifelike snowflakes and spikes of ice. You felt your heart swell a little at the care taken; Nikolai Lantsov had gone to great trouble to make his home look like yours, to help you to feel more at ease.

But your pulse still raced when the chapel doors came into view and your guards pushed them open, bringing all attention in the church to you. You glided forward at a steady pace, in spite of the thundering in your ears and the constant rustle of your train sliding across the stone floor. 

You glanced down at the rich blue dress, the colour of ice in the twilight, the fractal pattern on the bodice and streaming down the front. It was beautiful, but it still wasn’t enough to permanently drag your eyes away from the king of Ravka, standing at the front of the chapel, waiting for your arrival.

He was dressed in blue and cream, the flower in his lapel dyed an unnatural bright blue to match your dress. His unruly curls were slicked back and tamed, his eyes a light cornflower blue and fixed on you. As you watched and glided closer, he patted his chest pocket and you guessed that was where the ring box was hidden. Absentmindedly, you twisted the sapphire and diamond ring on your finger.

At last, you stood in front of him and paused to look up at his face. You had to admit to yourself, he was handsome. Those blue eyes...they were like a well you could fall into and never surface from.

He smiled at you, his eyes warming slightly.

“Milady” he murmured, bowing briefly from the shoulders.

A flicker of a smile crossed your mouth.

“Moi tsar” you replied.

Nikolai glanced down at the tight grasp you had on the bouquet and looked quickly back at your face.

“Nervous?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

The understatement of the century, you couldn’t help thinking.

“A little” you lied, amidst the pounding of your heart.

He smiled again and something light fluttered feathers in your chest.

“There’s no need to be” he said gently. “I’ll take good care of you.”

Something strange and powerful seized you and you let go of the ice lilies; Nikolai watched with some confusion as they hit the floor and bounced, rolling away down the carpeted steps. Then he grinned as you held up your right hand, littlest finger extended towards him.

“Pinky promise?” you said, arching your eyebrows.

As the priest watched, puzzled, Nikolai lifted his own right hand and twisted his smallest finger around yours, shaking it gently.

“Pinky promise, milady” he vowed, and winked. “Until the end of my days.”

Then he glanced at the priest.

“You may begin.”

You spoke your well rehearsed vows and Nikolai spoke his, all the while never removing his eyes from you. It set sparks in your throat and made it hard to breathe, and you didn’t understand any of it.

And then you heard the words “kiss your bride” and felt your body tense, your eyes widening. In all his kindness and humour, you had forgotten...

But he gently grasped your chin and leaned down, barely ghosting his lips over yours; the slightest press and they were gone, leaving your breathless lungs afire. Then he took your hand and led you back down the stone steps and out of the chapel, leaving your watchful pair of guards behind.

The wedding banquet stretched for hours, until you were hiding yawns behind polite hands, glittering rings catching the light and your attention each time. You were staring at them yet again when a firm hand pressed against your shoulder and you jumped a little, turned your head to see Nikolai watching you intently, a half smile curving his mouth at the edges.

“Bed for you, I think, milady” he said quietly. “Otherwise you’ll fall asleep in the cake.”

You nodded and let him help you to stand, your mind too fuzzy with the need to sleep to think anything about what he might be wanting. That is, until you reached the door to the bedchambers you had been staying in for the past few days during the wedding preparation.

Your shoulders hit the door, the fog in your mind clearing slightly, and you looked up at Nikolai, nervous and expectant. He tipped his head to one side, examining you in silence. He noted the gentle quiver in your bottom lip and quelled the urge to kiss away the tremble. Instead, he brought your hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it, your skin burning under his attentions.

“I bid you sweet dreams now, milady” he murmured over your hand. “I will see you at breakfast.”

Exhaustion and relief washed over you, sapping the strength you had to even nod.

“Goodnight, moi tsar” you replied, and slipped inside your room.

Nikolai watched the doors close with a thud, then sighed, shaking his head slowly. Would you ever want him the way he began to want you the moment he saw you gliding towards him down the chapel aisle? Did your heart beat a little faster at the sight of him, too? He wasn’t sure he’d ever know.

You sat quietly through breakfast in the morning, trying to sort through the physical responses you experienced when Nikolai walked in and smiled at you. A rise in your pulse and a shift in your chair as he sat at the head of the table, observing you right at the opposite end. He glanced at his head butler, eyebrows raised as he gestured between himself and you.

“Is this really necessary?” he asked, a little exasperated.

The man cleared his throat carefully, averting his gaze.

“This is how your mother and father ate their meals, moi tsar” he answered stiffly.

Nikolai sighed, rolling his eyes hard, and stood up. Ignoring protests, he picked up his plate and cutlery, and carried them down to you. He pulled the nearest chair up beside you and sat, his elbow almost brushing yours as he ate, aware of your gaze on him as he did so, surprised.

“A husband should not have to shout to speak to his wife” he said quietly.

It was his turn to be surprised, then, when you placed your hand atop his, sliding you fingers into the gaps between his. He switched immediately to eating with his left hand, smiling around his fork.

“Thank you” you said softly, carefully stroking your thumb over his.

Nikolai paused for a beat but then continued on as if nothing had happened.

“You’re welcome, milady” he murmured.

You smiled and took another bite of bacon, humming quietly to yourself.

You were in your quarters some time before lunch was due, silently ruminating, when there was a soft knock on your main door before it opened and Nikolai peered around the edge looking for you. He smiled when he saw you sitting on the low couch in soft comfortable clothing, chewing on your bottom lip. He stepped into the room and stood in front of you.

“Penny for your thoughts, my queen?” Nikolai asked you.

He tossed a golden coin onto your lap, where it lay gleaming. You looked up at him then, and he sobered swiftly, sitting beside you on the couch.

“You can talk to me” he said quietly. “Your words are safe with me.”

He heard you take in a deep trembling breath.

“I do not know how to please you now we are husband and wife.”

Ah. Nikolai looked at the coin in your lap and felt a fool.

“It is not all up to you” he murmured. “Has there been no one to...to tell you?”

You raised and dropped your shoulders in a heavy shrug.

“Only that you will probably hurt me.”

Nikolai’s hands froze on his knees, knuckles white.

“If I do it right, there should be little to no pain at all” he said carefully, quiet.

You raised your eyes to his, a silent question. Nikolai swallowed tightly, his throat bobbing.

“I’ll do it right, milady” he murmured. “I know what I’m doing.”

As you continued to stare at him, he looked embarrassed, and flushed, sitting beside you.

“I’m not a saint, love. I’ve never claimed to be. But I can help you. If you’ll allow it.”

You thought for a while, then reached up to place a hand on his cheek, shuffling closer to him on the couch. He smiled, grasped your wrist and kissed your palm.

“Not like this. Let me treat you first.”

Nikolai suddenly scrambled off the couch, your wrist still looped by his strong fingers. Surprised by his sudden movement, your eyes widened.

“Give me one hour” he said, blue eyes bright. “Just sixty minutes and I’ll be right back.”

He kissed the tip of each finger excitedly before dashing out of the room, leaving you behind in stunned silence.

True to his word, Nikolai returned an hour later, looking a little dishevelled but pleased with himself. He glanced over your loose peasant shirt and soft leggings, and nodded, mostly to himself. He took your hand and pulled you to your feet and then he helped you into the warm coat he had draped over one arm. You turned your face into the collar and inhaled gently. It smelled like him.

Nikolai pretended not to see. He buttoned it up, his hands sweeping feather light up your stomach and chest. Then his hands paused, hovering at the sides of your neck, before he carefully lifted your hair away, free of the high collar.

“Perfect” he murmured, and watched colour creep into your cheeks.

Nikolai took your hand again and led you out into the palace hallways, winding through them until he reached a door that opened out facing the royal stables. He glanced at you.

“Can you ride?” he asked.

You nodded slowly.

“A bit. More wolves than horses in Fjerda, though.”

He grinned then, and it stole the breath from your lungs.

“It’s okay. You can ride with me.”

He walked ahead of you to the first horse stall and unlatched the door, clicking his tongue quietly. You watched as he led a tall black horse out of the stall by the bridle, the saddle already on.

“This is Demjin” he said.

Your eyebrows rose quickly.

“You named your horse the Fjerdan word for demon?” you asked, surprised.

Nikolai smiled slowly.

“It’s an inside joke” he explained. “The horse is named after a friend.”

“Right.”

He helped you up onto the horse and mounted behind you. Instinctively, you leaned back a little as his arms wrapped around you so he could grasp the reins, your back settled firmly against his front. He was warm and steady, his chest moving against your back as he breathed, warm air brushing your hair against your temples.

As Demjin started a slow steady pace out of the stables, Nikolai’s thighs dragged along the outsides of yours, muscles tightening. You breathed in quietly and moved your hands forward to cover the pommel in front of you, gripping it tightly with your fingers. Nikolai noticed and leaned forward closer to notch his chin over your shoulder.

“You okay?” he murmured into your ear.

“Mhmm” you nodded, huffing through your nose.

He leaned back and shifted in his seat so as to not make you feel uncomfortable, leaving you to balance yourself instead of letting him do it for you. Demjin surged into a gallop the moment he glimpsed free spaces and you slipped, crying out, and Nikolai looped an arm around your waist and hauled you back, murmuring in your ear instructions on how to lean and balance.

“Don’t let him spook you” he said quietly, urging his heels gently into the horse’s sides. “He’s big, but he’s a teddy, really.”

You nodded and settled a bit better, looking out over the rolling green as it sloped away from Demjin’s fast hooves, the blue sky stretching out over you, the same shade as the king’s eyes. The scent of something sweet drifted from the saddlebag thumping gently against Demjin’s side and you wondered what Nikolai had packed to eat. 

You felt the thunder of the horse’s hooves under you, vibrating up through your legs to the very core of you where you sat, your back snug against Nikolai’s chest and stomach. Your eyes wide as you stared all around you at this new land, new home, you didn’t notice as the fingers of one hand let go of the pommel and instead curled into the fabric of Nikolai’s coat covering the arm that was still wrapped around you.

He looked down and saw you white knuckling his arm, but your smile was peaceful as you looked ahead of you, your eyes wide and excited. It was the most emotion he had seen from you so far, and he smiled, too.

Suddenly, the terrain roughened and one particularly hard thud of Demjin’s hooves sent you careening forward against the pommel; the muscles in Nikolai’s arm strained as he pulled you back, this time flush against him so you couldn’t fall away again and you felt your face heat up as you wiggled a bit, trying to find space for yourself.

Nikolai felt you pushing into him, your hips shifting back without forethought, and his one handed grip on the reins tightened, the fingers of his right hand cinching a little more firmly around your waist. With great effort, he cleared his head and loosened his hold on you, just in time for another rough bump to press you back into him again. His grasp returned as he inwardly cursed this insane idea of his to take you into the middle of nowhere, on a horse.

Nikolai closed his eyes briefly before trying to redirect Demjin, but the horse briefly missed a step and you rocked bodily backwards on the saddle, your fingers tightening on his arm again. He could feel himself getting hard and tried to move away, but there was nowhere to go, no extra room on the saddle. He had no exit strategy, save for diving sideways off the mount and looking like an idiot.

You felt him tense up behind you and glanced back, concerned, but his blue eyes were hooded and avoiding yours. His gaze was directed over your head towards the sky, cloudless and clear.

“Nikolai?” you asked, perplexed and worried. “Are you all right?”

He didn’t answer, but he exhaled shakily over your hair when Demjin cantered over yet another bumpy place and you leaned back into him again, trying to keep balanced. A barely concealed grunt huffed in your ear and the strong hand cupping the curve of your waist tugged you back into place and a sigh of strained relief lanced past your ear.

And then you felt it. Something hard and stubborn nudging against your backside. Your eyes widened and you looked up into his face again; he was still refusing to look at you.

“Husband?” you murmured.

His eyes flickered in reaction, darting to yours and then away again. His cheeks were pink and you could see a hint of teeth and tongue behind his slightly parted lips.

“Hm?” he mumbled shortly.

Feeling strangely bold, you pressed your hips back purposefully and rubbed against the hardness at your rear. A soft gasp escaped you at the unusual feeling, and you did it again, hoping to grasp at the strange flame licking at your insides. Fierce delight seared through you as Nikolai surged forward against you, his hold loosening on the reins but tightening again on your waist, no doubt branding you for later.

His mind fogged and he began to roll his hips against you, sudden movement brought on by your teasing, and fresh desire. He pressed his cheek against the side of your head and watched you move, your lower body rubbing back again and again, quick little gasps issuing from your open mouth with each contact.

His rapid breaths fanned across your skin, reheating what was already warm. He murmured your name in Fjerdan and you keened slightly, doubling your efforts and searching for the hot bolt of lightning you could only just sense. Nikolai tugged at you again and you clawed at his arm with one hand, while the other grabbed for the pommel, as he started rutting against you in earnest, barely grasping the reins at all as his eyes flickered and rolled.

He groaned low in your ear, his arm shifting so he could press his hand against your stomach, spreading his fingers wide, palm firm on the front of your borrowed coat. You opened your mouth with intent then, struggling to give voice to the curiosity in your head.

“Nikolai?” you breathed, mind twisting from the sensation of him moving against you.

“Yeah?” he gasped back.

“Why does this feel good?”

Nikolai’s hips stuttered and he pressed a kiss to your temple, wondering how best to approach the answer.

“You’re becoming aroused” he mumbled finally. “Turned on, milady.”

He hesitated, then spoke again.

“Where are the good feelings?”

He didn’t dare to hope, but you very slowly removed your hand from the pommel and gestured at the space between your thighs. He smiled, tipping his kiss against your cheek as he nodded slightly.

“That’s good” he said softly, and gently rested his hand there, palm rubbing slightly. “Right here?”

You didn’t know where to go, or how to move. The hardness between his legs was intoxicating, but the feeling of his hand on you was euphoric. You writhed in your seat, pressing up against his palm and then scooting backwards.

The return of pressure dragged a groan from Nikolai and he thrust his hand down between your legs at the same time as pulling up hard on the reins.

“This will do” he muttered, and jumped down.

He reached for you and you slid into his arms, your whole front pressed up against his. You gasped and shifted purposefully against him, desperate. Nikolai reached around you to free the saddlebag and tug out the heavy picnic blanket, throwing it haphazardly onto the grass, all while you were hooking an ankle around his calf in an attempt to drag his hips closer to yours.

“Damn it!” he growled, and sat down hard on the blanket, pulling you onto his lap.

You sat with a moan, soft and pliant, and crossed your ankles behind Nikolai’s back. He wrapped a hand round the back of your neck and pulled you forward until your mouth collided with his. You whined and raked your fingers through his curls and he wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you fast and close.

Suddenly, with the heat of his mouth on yours, your hips all but bruising one another’s, your body began to burn up. Still connected to him, you hastily unbuttoned the coat you wore, wrestling with each of the buttons until at last, the two halves of it fell open to either side of your body. You grabbed Nikolai’s hand that was still fixed on your nape and brought it around, pulled it up under your blouse, flames licking up your insides as his palm touched your skin, skimming over your stomach, his fingers splaying beneath your breasts.

You wrapped your fingers around his wrist and pushed his hand up just far enough to cover you, your heart pounding into his grasp. But, just as a roughened callous brushed the sensitive peak, he yanked his hand back and pitched his mouth down onto the side of your neck, panting heavily.

Your mind whirled.

“Wait, stop!” Nikolai breathed out harshly. 

He glimpsed the horror in your eyes and hastily clasped your face between his hands.

“No, no, it’s not you, love” he was quick to assure. “But I can’t - we shouldn’t do this here. Your first time should be somewhere soft and warm, not in the grass in the middle of nowhere.”

Your forehead creased in the middle.

“But I’m with you” you said, your voice sounding small even to your own ears.

Nikolai felt his chest cave, his heart hollowing out. He leaned in and kissed your forehead, smoothing away the frown. His hands shook a little against you. He could almost feel the ground giving way under him, the fall into you inevitable.

“I know, I know” he murmured, nuzzling the side of your face. “Just...wait for me a little more? I promise...I promise it won’t be a long time.”

The hope in his eyes was so earnest, so true, that you could do nothing but nod, your gaze fixed on his. The heat between your thighs had cooled, but you could still feel a faint throb, an unrelenting backbeat that wouldn’t be thwarted. You kissed him then, feeling the muscles of his shoulders shift under your hands.

“Please” you whispered into his mouth. “Please, husband.”

Nikolai closed his eyes, slipped his hands down onto your hips and with strength not before known to him, he lifted you off his lap and onto your rear on the blanket in front of him. He opened his eyes and you blinked, scowling a little. He couldn’t stop the grin as he appraised you: hair ruffled out of place around your shoulders, too big coat hanging open, your cheeks flushed pink. He gestured behind you to the horse and the still waiting picnic food.

“So” he said. “You hungry?”

In answer, you promptly stood and strode back over to Demjin, lifting one foot to place in the stirrup before pausing to stare at Nikolai over your shoulder. He bit his lip and surged to his feet, all but lunging after you. He left the picnic blanket on the grass; he could retrieve it later, or failing that, he could always buy a new one.

By the time you made it back to the king’s quarters, you were frenzied for him, the juddering ride back on Demjin having done nothing to ease your aching for your new husband. You were barely inside the door, still several feet away from the bed, when you were pulling at the oversized coat and shrugging it off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

Nikolai tugged at the tie holding your blouse together at your neck and watched with eyes aflame as it gaped open, revealing plunging skin and curves he couldn’t wait to get his hands on. You knelt to yank at your boots, hardly bothering to unlace them first, and when you stood again, your mouth ran dry. Nikolai had rid himself off his own coat and was steadily unbuttoning his white shirt, revealing inch after inch of smooth skin and firm muscle.

His gaze locked with yours and a flicker of a smile teased his lips. 

“Are you all right, milady?” he asked you, raising a single eyebrow.

He watched as your hands quivered, fingers outstretched toward him, before you drew them away. He reached for them and brought them back, slow and gentle, flattened them against his skin. Your lashes fluttered a little and your fingers flexed on his stomach, sliding over the ridges of muscle outlined beneath his skin. He shrugged out of the shirt as you touched him, fascinated by the ebb and flow of him as he breathed in and out.

Nikolai barely had time to react as one of your hands swept straight down to the waistband of his pants, fingertips catching at the clasps. He caught your hand.

“Whoa, whoa” he said gently. “This is for you, love. This afternoon is all yours. Your pleasure is mine anyway.”

Your face flushed and he lifted your hand to press his lips to the palm; the flush in your cheeks spread to your neck and he studied with interest as it continued down onto your chest.

“Can I see how far this goes?” he asked you, thumbing at the blush in your cheek.

You nodded after a slight hesitation, and he sank to his knees in front of you, both hands moving to the top of your leggings. His fingers hooked into the soft material and dragged it over the flare of your hips and down your legs. He eased your feet free, his attention snagged by a pink flush settled just under your belly button. Nikolai smiled.

“Well, look at that” he murmured. “Pretty.”

He tipped forward on his knees and kissed you there, his lips warming from the heat in your skin. He nearly moaned when your hand fisted in his hair, pressing his face gently against your lower belly, his chin dragging over the front of your underwear. Your hips shifted slightly and your grip disappeared from his hair. Curious and disappointed, Nikolai raised his gaze to see you lifting your peasant blouse over your head and dropping the colourful fabric to the carpet. 

Heat flooded his face and burrowed south; his sky eyes turned navy and his lips parted over your name. He rose slowly to his full height and curled his hands around your hips. Biting your lip, you stepped closer until your chest touched his and a soft whimper escaped your throat. Your knees buckled a little and Nikolai caught you against him, your breasts pressing hard into his chest.

“Are you all right?” he asked again, mildly concerned.

In response, you wound your arms around his neck and kissed him, rising up on your toes and pushing as close as you could get. Something hard and insistent bumped against you and you gasped quietly into his mouth.

Once again, your hands lowered to the clasps on his pants, but this time, he grasped both your wrists and held your arms out from your body, shaking his head. He couldn’t suppress his grin as he saw your pout, your eyes flicking down and up, down and up.

“I am not taking my pants off, milady” Nikolai said gently. “Not yet. Not unless you’re really ready. You can say stop whenever you want. But the rest of me is yours for the taking.”

You flexed your hands in his grip, but he didn’t let go and instead started walking you backward to his bed. When the backs of your legs hit the mattress, Nikolai lifted you up and laid you on your back, then stretched out next to you, your newly freed hands flying to his bare chest and trailing slowly down the firm ridges of muscle. He sighed and tugged your hands up into his hair again when he felt your fingertips slide under his taut waistband. He half growled your name.

“Sorry” you mumbled, casting your gaze down.

But he rolled to cover you, flexing his hips against yours and kissing you with a smile, the press of his teeth behind his lips turning the kiss a little harder than usual, but you pushed back, one hand staying in his hair while the other dropped to his shoulder to dig into the muscle. 

You trembled a little as you rolled back into him, the softness of the bed beneath you a blatant reminder that you were really here and this was really happening and he was warm and everywhere. His hands roamed from your face to your shoulders and then his arms tightened around you like vines, his hips twisting and swivelling as if he was trying to climb higher and burrow right through you.

You broke free and gasped into his ear, fiery sparks building between your body and his. You could have cried when his hips parted from yours, but then he wriggled down your body and your back arched as his lips wrapped around a nipple and sucked. You panted and writhed below him, his chin pressing into the underside of your breast. One hand came up then to your other breast, squeezing gently before plucking less gently at the peak.

But before long, both hands were sneaking between you, two fingers slipping below the waistband of your underwear at your hips. Nikolai pulled his head back, freeing your nipple from between his teeth, and raised an eyebrow at you.

“Can I take these off?” he asked politely, a complete and utter contrast to the shocking depth of his eyes, a darker blue you had never seen before.

You nodded frantically and he dipped his head to suck a bruise into your collarbone.

“Say it, milady” he murmured against your skin. “You’ve gotta say the word.”

“Yes!”

He grinned and swiped your underwear off down your legs and over your bare feet, dropping it onto the carpet. You watched with eyes desperate to close as he dropped his gaze lightning fast to the patch of curls between your thighs. Your knees began to part, but you clenched them tightly back together, sudden anxiety grappling at your throat.

Nikolai knelt at your feet on his coverlet and gently wrapped the fingers of both hands around your ankles. He moved them up and down, stroking your skin, murmuring to you quietly until your legs slowly fell away again, your eyes closing as his landed on what he wanted to see.

“Hey, beautiful” he said softly.

Your eyes flew open in shock, but he wasn’t looking between your legs, he was staring right at you. He leaned over you, ghosting his mouth over yours as his palm slid over you, the tip of one finger teasing at you, his dark blue gaze burning into yours.

“Can I?” he asked, his voice almost a rasp with wanting.

You nodded and whimpered out a strangled affirmative, fighting to keep your own eyes open again. As he pushed that first finger inside, Nikolai kept a steady gaze on your face; as badly as he wanted to watch what he was doing, he needed to check in with you instead. Again, a rosy flush was working its way right down from your cheeks, all the way down to just above his hand.

As you settled around his finger, he eased it out and back carefully, all the while keeping both eyes on you. He was gratified to see you biting your lip, your throat working as you tried to keep from making any noise. He eased a second finger in and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your thigh just as he felt you clench around his fingers, muscles hard and strong.

“If you need to, you can make noise” he assured you gently. “It’s just me, milady.”

As soon as the last word left his mouth, you gasped out his name, whining and pushing yourself up onto your elbows so you could see what he was doing to you. He grinned at you, your blushing cheeks and disheveled hair, your eyes fever bright, lips kiss bitten and swollen.

“Saints, you’re a sight” he panted back, suddenly all too aware of his own throbbing need.

Now that the permission had been given, the floodgates remained open and Nikolai listened with giddy pleasure as you moaned and keened his name, your head tipped back into the pillows, lower body arcing toward the ceiling. He crossed his free arm over your belly to keep you down, though your hips continued to writhe, your heat pulsing around his fingers, their intrusion previously unheard of but so, so welcome.

A tight band settled in behind your hips, hot and searing, electric and confusing. Your flush darkened and Nikolai cocked his head to the side, curious, his fingers searching deeper.

“Are you going to come for me, milady?” he asked quietly.

“What - what does that mean?” you panted, completely confused by the feelings threatening to swallow you whole.

He laved a kiss over your navel and you jolted against his lips, hot to touch.

“You’ll know” he whispered into your soft skin. “Come on, love, where is it? Show me where it is...”

You had no idea what he was talking about, but somehow your body did, your hips rising again to allow his fingertips to brush against something soft and pliant. Your eyes flickered and he watched intently, stroking harder, grinning in triumph as he watched you come apart on his fingers, your entire body becoming taut as a bowstring before relaxing again, soft enough to allow him to ease his two fingers free.

Nikolai crawled up the bed and lay down beside you again, lightly stroking your hair as you struggled to come down from the high, your eyes eventually opening and locking on his. He smiled at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly.

“Hello” he mumbled, leaning down to layer kisses over your cheekbone and temple.

“Hello” you managed, then yawned and curled up to rest your head on his chest.

He chuckled quietly.

“Enough for now?” he asked, carrying on stroking your hair.

You nodded against him, smiling sleepily.

“Thank you” you murmured.

Nikolai rested his free arm behind his head and grinned up at the ceiling.

“You are most welcome, milady.”

The following evening, you waited for the palace to fall silent around you before slipping out of your room and hurrying on bare feet to Nikolai’s. However, when you reached his door, it was unlocked and he wasn’t on the other side of it. You frowned, pulling the silk robe tighter around your body and holding it shut at your throat. It rippled like waves over you as you moved, turning this way and that, praying you wouldn’t get lost in this home you didn’t truly understand yet.

The library’s double doors loomed out of the shadows, flickering golden light seeping out across the floor. The light crawled over your toes as you reached the doors and pushed, gently. They swung inward and you padded inside, leaving them to close behind you, the hand at your throat falling away to trail the wide spines of dusty books as you passed shelf after shelf in search of the light source.

You saw him then, bent over a narrow desk, his hair tousled and glowing in the light spilling from the lamp by his left hand as his right flicked past page after page. You cleared your throat quietly and he turned, straightening when he saw you.

“Are you busy?” you asked him quietly, clutching at your elbows, your fingers sliding over silk.

Nikolai rubbed at his eyes and stood up.

“Not too busy for you, my love” he answered, and smiled wearily as you blushed. “Did you need something?”

You nodded and let go of the robe, letting the two halves fall open; it did not have a belt or sash. His tired blue eyes snapped all the way open as his mind flashed awake and he drank in the sight of your naked body under the swathe of ice blue silk. He swallowed and shifted on his bare feet. His gaze met yours again.

“What do you need, my queen?” 

“You, husband.”

Nikolai reached out to touch your chin, his fingers gentle and uncommanding.

“Are you sure?” he murmured. “We can wait. I can wait... Oh, Saints.”

You had grabbed his hand and guided it down between your legs, easing your thighs apart so that he could feel the slick that had gathered on your walk to find him, thoughts of what this night could entail buzzing in your mind.

You looked up at him, biting your lip.

“Nikolai...”“ you said softly, pleadingly. 

The last syllable was barely in the air before he grabbed you up into his arms and pushed you against the closest bookshelf, your combined weight shaking a few volumes to the ground. But you couldn’t care about them when Nikolai Lantsov’s lips were on yours and the air between you was fire, burning in your lungs and he was between your legs, grinding against you, desperate, his bare chest catching at your nipples and making you whimper.

You could love this man, you knew you could. It was already happening: the weakness in your knees, the thud in your chest, the spare pulse between your thighs. You would love Nikolai Lantsov, especially if he kept doing this.

You didn’t realise you had spoken aloud until he pulled back and huffed a shaky laugh right by your ear.

“Every day, and every night, for the rest of your life, if you’ll have me” he panted, biting your lobe gently between his teeth.

You laughed delightedly back and kissed him again, your tongue stealing into his mouth; he moaned and pressed his fingers into the creases at your hips. And, this time, when you reached for the soft tie on his pajama pants, he didn’t stop you. Instead, Nikolai stepped back and lowered you down off the bookshelf, watching as your fingers deftly slipped the knot free and then worked the fabric down his legs until it pooled around his ankles.

You stared; you couldn’t help it, and he let you, flushing as your curious gaze wandered his body, lingering where he knew it would. He had just opened his mouth to speak, to ease the tension he could feel about to tear his body down the middle, when you stretched out your hand and touched him with gentle, curious fingers, wrapping around and testing the heft of him in your hand.

His eyes closed tightly and then reopened when you whispered his name; the sound of your awe tolled in his head like a bell.

“Yes, milady?” he managed to breathe out, shallow pants rising at the back of his throat.

“Please?”

He eased your hand away and led you through the library, to a more private section. A bright fire flickered handsomely encased in stone, swathes of heavy furs laid out in front of it. As you stared into the flames, Nikolai stepped up behind you and slid the silk robe off your shoulders, pulling it down and letting it flutter into a puddle on the floor.

You leaned your head back on his shoulder, closing your eyes, languorous in the warmth off the fire. You smiled as he traced a hand down the length of your body, fingertips dancing between your breasts and over your stomach, gently delving between your thighs, sliding around in your heat and slick, all while he tried to focus on his own breathing and not on how you felt as you pushed back against him.

But then you stepped away from him, turned to face his hot blue eyes and lay down in front of the fire, curling your fingers into the soft furs. Nikolai didn’t miss the gleam in your eyes as you drew your knees up, staring right at him.

“Husband” you said quietly. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

He fell to his knees and crawled over top of you, covering your mouth with his to swallow your gasp as he settled himself between your legs, notched carefully at your entrance. He kissed you gently as he pushed slowly in, groaning into you as your warmth enveloped him, greedily drawing him in deeper. 

A faint hitch in your throat and he stopped, pulled his head back to look you in the eyes; they were shiny with tears but you were smiling at him. He whispered your name. You shook your head and kissed his cheek.

“They were lying!” you told him joyfully.

Nikolai grinned and kissed you again, nipping lightly at your bottom lip before pulling out and rocking back in, slowly beginning a rhythm, a gentle dance with you that had your eyes rolling and your hands clinging everywhere you could reach, his upper arms, shoulders, dragging down the length of his back.

He moved deep and slow, patient until you hooked your legs around his waist and flexed hard around him. Nikolai grunted and dropped his forehead against your shoulder, twitching inside you.

He raised his head to find your eyes; you were grinning at him, your eyes alight and eager, your heels suddenly pushing against the muscles in his backside.

“What?” he panted, eyes nearly black with effort. 

“I would like only one more thing from you tonight, husband” you said quietly, reaching up to stroke his damp hair off his forehead.

“Oh, yeah?” Nikolai replied. “And what’s that?”

You kissed him and wrapped your arms around him to hold on.

“Yield” you whispered in his ear. “Yield to me, Nikolai, moi tsar, king of Ravka.”

His head thudded back to your shoulder as he drove deeply inside you and let go, yielding in his entirety.

When Nikolai eventually roused enough to lift his head and open his mouth, you kissed away his questions and doubts, shaking under him with pleasure and giggles. 

When he was able to pull away from your generous kisses, he shook his head with a pleased, bashful smile.

“Well then, milady...how about dessert? I think there’s chocolate brownie in the kitchen.”

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Fjerdan reader’s wedding dress:

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L'Art et la mode, no. 42, vol. 15, 20 octobre 1894, Paris. Chapeau en feutre pervenche. — Création de Miles Marescot, 29, avenue de l’Opéra. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Chapeau en feutre pervenche, garni de têtes de plumes pervenche et de velours bleu bluet. Boucle de saphir retenant la torsade de velours qui coupe le chapeau derrière, en soulevant un relevé très gracieux. Touffe de violettes sur les cheveux derrière.

Hat in periwinkle felt, trimmed with periwinkle feather heads and cornflower blue velvet. Sapphire buckle holding the velvet twist that cuts the hat behind, raising a very graceful upturn. Tuft of violets on the hair behind.