#floren answers

[the-froschamethyst4]

Name a woman

COD Men Headcanons

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König

“King”

“Ja, meine liebe (yes, my love)?”

“Name a woman.”

“Name a woman? Why?”

“Just name one.”

“Okay…” he thought long and hard about naming someone. “Jennifer Coolidge.”

“JENNIFER COOLIDGE!!” Y/n laughs at him.

“What? I’m confused, you said to name a woman…is she not a woman?” König was confused.

“No, no, she is, but why her?” You continue to laugh.

“You said name a woman…so I did.”

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Ghost

“SIMON!” You called from from the stairs running to the living room with your phone in hand.

“Huh?” He asks, looking over his shoulder as he was sitting on the couch but shifted a bit when you plopped down next to him.

“Name me a woman.”

“Huh?” He repeats. “Is this another TikTok trend?”

“No, no, just name me one,” you lied.

“Okay…” Simon looked up at the ceiling trying to think of a woman. “Julia Roberts.”

“Julia Roberts?”

“Yes!” He says, sounding offended a little bit.

“Is she prettier than me?”

“Oh I knew it, this is a trend, no you told me to name someone and I did!” He says.

“Then why her?”

“Seriously? This was a trap, I’m not answering,” he crosses his arms and faces the TV again.

“So *sobs* she is?” You cried.

“WHY ARE YOU CRYING?!” He asks cupping your face.

“B-Because *sob* she is prettier than m-me.”

“No, no, I just said because you asked me to, I think you are way hotter and sexier than her, hell I don’t have a shot with her and I’m surprised I had a shot with you.”

“Okay all better,” Y/n’s face was all red but when you said this your face was back at its normal state.

“Did I just get manipulated?”

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Price

“PRICE!”

“Huh? WHAT?!” He yells and then hears your feet sticking to the hard wood floor and you come sitting next to him

“Name a woman.”

“Umm~ why?”

“Do it.”

“Florence Pugh.”

“Floren-huh? Why her?”

“You said name a woman and I did. I liked her in Blackwidow and Don’t worry darling.”

“Don’t worry darling is kind of mid.”

“You fuckin’ take that back.”

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Soap

“Hey, Soap, can you do something for me real quick?”

“Yeah, sure anything love.”

“Name me a woman.”

“Uhh~ o-okay…Margot Robbie.”

“You only say her because you just saw Barbie.”

“AND SUICIDE SQUAD! And she’s a good actress and she is very pretty.”

“Prettier than me?”

“We’re are not starting this. You are prettier than anyone.”

“But you just called Margot Robbie pretty.”

“Because I don’t have a chance with her but you…WOO! I don’t know how I got you. You are WAY out of my league, sweetheart.”

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Alejandro

"Amor, can you name me a woman please?"

"A woman...are you pregnant?"

"What? No, just name me a woman."

"Oh okay ummm~ Xochitl Gomez."

"Xochitl Gomez?!"

"Yeah, have you seen her on Dancing with Stars! Come on, she's amazing."

"Amazing?"

"W-Well-I-I-I-uhh~ she's not better than you, obviously," he nervously laughs, he knew this felt like some sort of trap.

"Well, I know that, and yes I have seen her dance," you said.

You stood up and looked like you were ready to do sombra, Alejandro chuckled and stood up with her ready to dance with her

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Gaz

"KYLE!"

"Oh no, it's never good when you call me by my government name and not my codename."

"Yeah, yeah, listen," you plopped down on the couch next to him. "Name me a woman."

"Okay, Y/n."

"No, not me just anyone."

"Y/n."

"Huh? No, someone else."

"Why?"

"B-Because just name someone."

"No, I stick by my answer."

"What did you do?"

"Why do you assume I did something?" He laughs.

"I don't know? You just seem like you did something."

"I didn't do anything." He says giving her a soft smile.

"Okay...what do you want?"

"Nothing, I'm happy just where I am," he smiles at you.

You were still suspicious like he either did something or he wants something, as you walked out of the living room and out of sight Gaz grabs his phone.

"They did it." Gaz whispered-yelled into his phone.

"Did you stand strong?" Price asked.

"Of course, but they thought I did something."

"It was a trap, you did good solider," Ghost says.

[mk-writes-stuff]

Guess the Character Tag

Rules: make a list of clues about a character and get your followers to guess who it is

Thanks @illarian-rambling for the tag! Let’s give this one a try :)

This character…

Can do magic

Worked with another character in the story for several years a while before they became friends

Gets into a workplace romance

Is kind but professional

Is considered very attractive by siren standards

I want to see what y’all’s answers are!

@kaylinalexanderbooks @writingsfromspace @somethingclevermahogony want to play?

[tigerlyla-of-metinna]

Hello. 'Tis I, a real account. (*＞ω＜*)

Here's an ask: say the fates were drunk and Emhyr wasn't an emperor. What would he be? Also would not being a noble change his personality and demeanor?

Ps. I expect a really unhinged reply.

Hello actual account of my good friend Gravy :D.

Geez you really gonna have me work for an answer to this crazy ask!

Here is your crazy answer!

Emhyr would be the top male courtesan in the empire! I mean look at those hips! Toss a floren on that hedgehog!

[oblivions-dawn]

⭐⭐⭐ i'm absolutely here to see your directors commentary >:3c

HEJ HEJ HI HELLO!! So something in your director's cut answers inspired to talk about how I write about Vig's dragon soul, since I haven't really talked about stuff in the sequel dfklgdfkl

ANYWAY. This is a scene from Breathless' Chapter I, A New Unease:

Isran sighed deeply as he pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes, aggravated. “Anything else I should know about?” The vampire’s glowing persimmon gaze settled on the hunter. She wished that Isran would just let Vigdis sleep; it was obvious to Serana that her nightmares were worse than before, her fitful slumber often disturbed by a racing heart and sharp inhale. The lack of sleep pulled at her freckled features, drained of its natural rosy hue, accentuated by the dark shadows beneath her hardened eyes. “No,” Vigdis growled through her teeth. “There isn’t.” “Oh, but there is something else, isn’t there?” All heads turned to Florentius, who stood beside Isran with a knowing grin on his lips, his peridot eyes alight with excitement. “What are you talking about, Florentius?” Isran gruffed out. Serana could feel Vigdis’ terror and rage, as if the Red Mountain itself had exploded beside her. Then, feeling became taste: blood and fire and smoke curled over her tongue, doused her throat and lungs. Serana swallowed thickly, even as raw, uncontrollable power snaked into her body and coiled around her bones. She had never felt such intensity before—and it scared her. She stood up. “Floren—” “She’s Dragonborn.” Silence settled over the atmosphere. The taste in her mouth dissolved into nothingness, and Serana released the breath she didn’t realise she had been holding. Her shoulders dropped, but she continued to stand with an anxious apprehension as an endless meadow of questions bloomed in her mind at the priest’s words. “I’m waiting to hear what exactly that means,” Isran pressed in controlled, measured tones.

So . . . . no one is even aware Vigdis is Dragonborn until this moment. We get hints of it in Petrichor, but the reveal isn't until, well, the very end. Okay that's a lie because FLORENTIUS and the Arch-Mage [my own OC Octeagan] knew what she was, BUT NO ONE ELSE DID. Not even Viggy. And . . . she's not taking it well, to say the least. But I really wanted her soul, once it's properly awakened, to be something you could feel and taste and almost touch. Her anger is a volatile and dangerous thing, and it's heightened even more by her dragon soul. This is the first instance of her dragon soul being a more physical thing, and it happens several MORE times, and will CONTINUE to happen because Vigdis is truly just a bomb waiting to go off at a moment's notice. I should add that Vig's dragon soul specifically tastes like fire/smoke/blood, whereas other Dragonborns would have . . . a different taste, essentially. I just really love the idea that such power has to physically manifest and suffocate everyone around them because IT'S COOL and, again, I love pushing Vigdis to an edge, only to suddenly pull her back, and do that again and again and again . . . . until she snaps. >:3c There is a whole scene before this between Vigdis and Serana that is also really good but I really REALLY wanted to go over the soul thing so dfklgjkldjg I hope my rambling was interesting ;w;

[an-active-rabbit]

Kabukimono Blog Timeline

Old Blog Events

When he first appeared he met Cyrille de Fontaine, Rubedo, and then met his older brothers, Scaramouche and Wanderer. The three battled over the Electro Gnosis which Scaramouche had, resulting in Scaramouche giving Kabukimono the Gnosis after he lost to the two older puppets.

The puppet, homunculus, and void cat set off to reattach Kabukimono's right arm. After the journey, Kabukimono and Adi and Onyx went on their own way.

He then traveled for some time with Adi and met Hibiki and Ningyō Kizashi (@falcons-florens) in Shakkei Pavillion. After being corrupted by Tatarigami and sealing it, Adi brought the puppets to Liyue. Kabukimono made two swords and texted Wanderer who had then accepted him. Once done, Kabu-Orobashi abandoned Ningyō Kizashi at the Guili Plains and watched.

This Blog Events

[The Kabukimono is used to denote the exact replica of Kabukimono formed from Belial's memories. Kabukimono became Belial, and The Kabukimono was created to govern the body and handle more physical affairs while Belial gathers information, repairs the Ley Lines, and collects Electro Energy into himself in preparation for the inevitable war. They are the same in essence, just handling different aspects as the second Electro Archon. While that title is solely Belial's, both use it for convenience to hide the nature of Belial and The Kabukimono]

The Kabukimono is at Shakkei Pavillion after being exorcised, mourning the relationships that were broken by Kabu-Orobashi and generally not doing a lot. During this time, The Kabukimono made an outfit for himself...

After a battle with Kizashi, now a stranger, The Kabukimono has three scars on his chest. Some days later, the Archon made a domain.

After meeting Arataki Itto (1), The Kabukimono has befriended an Onikabuto that he named Sandābagu despite Itto suggesting the name "Red Berry Juice Super Hero Guy Cool Awesome Guy."

On anon recommendation, the Archon is now trying to recruit Yoimiya as a follower of the God of Transcience.

The puppet went to Liyue Harbor for Lantern Rite, where he shared a meal with Kitsune Saiguu and forged a weapon for her. After that, he drank until inebriated and wandered into the wild, where he ended up hugging a Ruin Guard. Then the Archon met Karasu the crow...

After making a kite, The Kabukimono went back to the Harbor and met Gaming. Once he shared a meal with the dancer, he went to the top of Mt. Tianheng to rest before returning to Inazuma to decorate his domain.

After a time, he became acquainted with Xaviero, son of Rhea. In a moment of sadness, the puppet made the decision to wear a kitsune mask around anyone who doesn't know his face. He then was invited to share tea with Lady Saiguu, preparing dim sum and fried tofu for the occasion. After this, he went to Dragonspine to find Scarlet Quartz and met Vicious Mimicry...

He was asked about curses by an anon and revealed that he cursed himself to always have the scars from when Kizashi punished him... Xaviero then appeared and answered The Kabukimono's questions when the Archon tried and failed to interrogate him.

On anon prompting, The Kabukimono went outside of his domain and reconnected with Rubedo via crimson crystalfly device, telling the homunculus about what happened with Kizashi. The next day, a Komaniya Express courier delivered a package sent by Rubedo containing a scrapbook of photos.

Reaching out again, The Kabukimono and Rubedo have agreed to meet at Ritou when the homunculus arrives.

<Here, mod has several threads happening at the same time that are being treated as unconnected yet equally canon to The Kabukimono's timeline of events. For convenience the crossover is in pink, the lore one will be color-coded blue, and all events with Rubedo will be in red to indicate that the events are one verse that will have little bearing on outside interactions regarding the interactions with the character themself.>

The Kabukimono escorted Xaviero to the outskirts of Sumeru, spying on him with two foxerfly constructs. He then appeared in Sumeru to stop Xaviero from using up his time and is aiding Adi in watching over the Rhean kids at the moment.

This plan fell through when Rubedo showed up at Tatarasuna, and the two walked around and discussed their future plans. They then journeyed to Enkanomiya, where the two explored a couple islands then confessed to each other after sharing a kiss. Afterwards, they talked to Argos at the Dainichi Mikoshi before returning to the surface for the night...

After a discussion, the group of powerful beings agreed to move closer to Sumeru City while hidden from sight by Belial's Electro.

The Kabukimono meets the Traveler, Lumine, when bringing snacks to Paimon and asks for potioneering advice... He then meets Arataki Itto (2) and makes an agreement to help those who haven't been helped by the Shogunate yet. Later, during the Tanabata Festival, Belial introduces his new self to Beelzebul and the two agree to work together to protect Inazuma when the time comes to fight.

An anon transported the Archon to another planet where he meets Boothill and asks for help getting home, as well as a snack.

[julie-su]

🧡 Favorite Archie characters? (:3)

Ah ah ah, I see you pluralised it! Otherwise, this might be a very short answer XD -points at URL-

You already know that I am head over heels for just about every echidna... They all take turns. Julie-Su, Kragok, Lien-Da, Lara-Su, I've written so much for! And Rutan by proxy; Lara-Le, Wyn, Mace... Luger, Merin-Da, Mari-Su, my BELOVED Simon and Floren-Ca... I'm also rather fond of Remington and Teri-Lu~ Hawking, Thunderhawk, Rembrandt, and Spectre are some of my favourite guardians. I could just write about them all forever.

But, ah, Archie is so much more than my bubble of beloved echidnas! Razor is one of my favourite boys; I also really adore Cassia. I'm quite fond of the Fearsome Foursome (snrk) at the best of times.

Rotor is forever. Rotor and Bunnie. They count more as SatAM for me, though. I have spent so much time writing about Scourge & Co; Alicia gets me.

Then right back to echidna-adjacent with my ever beloved Elias. Raised by the brotherhood when he was a toddler; fantastic stuff! There is so much you can do with that.

And, of course, the chameleons... Liza, Valdez, even Barney gets a heart.

So much love.

[aether-foundation-pr]

( @taraka-at-naranjauva )

Hello there. I am Taraka. I must ask…was it Cossie’s presence here that caused you to follow us on here or was it Indigo’s presence? Maybe Lora, Haze, and Floren are why instead? Or did someone just enjoy the posts they saw from us?

Oh…well…this is definitely unusual…yeah, please answer dad’s question when you can. /nm

Idk I thought you guys seemed cool. I think the reactions some ppl get out of this blog following them is kinda funny too.

- Admin G.

[enbyleighlines]

Goddammit I’m having an idea for a springtime trio oneshot fic

The problem? (it’s spicy)

If you’re a degenerate like me, feel free to keep reading. Everyone else, pls continue scrolling and forget you ever saw this…

So the idea I have…

It’d start in the summer, when the characters are now adults, and Snufkin and Floren (Snorkmaiden) live in a house that Moomintroll built for them

Mrs. Fillyjonk is hosting a costume party

Snufkin is visiting his sisters at their house when he first hears of it; Mymble Jr is debating what matching costumes she should wear with her paramours (Too-Ticky and the Inspector)

She has ideas about various uniforms

Snufkin doesn’t understand what the big deal is, and why his sister is so fixated on uniforms/what her partners will wear

Mymble Jr teases him and says he doesn’t understand because his lovers don’t wear clothes

Later, Snufkin joins up with Floren and Moomintroll

They are digging thru the costumes in Moominhouse, looking for something to wear to the ball

Floren finds Moomintroll’s old Tarzan costume, and convinces him to try it on

It barely fits now

Snufkin sees Moomintroll in the outfit and starts to feel kinda hot and bothered, so he does his Snufkin thing and tries to run away from the situation

Floren finds him in his tent and gently bullies him into confiding in her

Snufkin explains that somehow Moomintroll looks more naked than usual in his too-small Tarzan costume

Floren assures Snufkin that he has nothing to be embarrassed about and that Moomintroll would be flattered to know Snufkin found him attractive in his Tarzan costume

Nevertheless, Snufkin asks Floren not to tell him

Later that evening, Snufkin returns to their shared home with some freshly caught fish

Floren is already in the kitchen, cooking up some pasta with veggies, and she invites Snufkin to join her

Moomintroll comes in from his workshop and greets his lovers

After dinner, Moomintroll disappears upstairs quickly, and Floren tells Snufkin to wait a moment before they head up together

They get to their room, and Moomintroll is in his Tarzan costume

Cue Snufkin’s: “You swore you wouldn’t tell!” And Floren’s: “I didn’t! I just told him to put it on after dinner.”

Moomintroll confirms that he is completely clueless about what is going on, and expresses his desire to be given some answers

Snufkin decides to distract Moomintroll with some nuzzling and heavy petting

Floren flanks Snufkin from the other side, and tells Moomintroll how dashing and handsome he looks in his costume, addressing him as Tarzan

Moomintroll catches on, and starts playing along

Aaaand… I’m sure you guys can imagine where it goes from there.

I apologize to anyone who decided to read this. I don’t know why this idea came to me, nor why it’s stuck in my head. I hope at least one other person out there enjoys this.

And I’m sorry for scarring the rest of you.

[julie-su]

What doth my sensitive ears pick up on... People in the tags, asking for an explaination? Very well...

So; this is ultimately the climax of the 'Green Knuckles' shenanigans. What's a Green Knuckles, you may ask? Well, a green Knuckles (or Chaos Knuckles, some may call him, when we're not being facetious) is what you get when you 'microwave a baby' - you've heard of this joke, yes? THAT whole joke is based on Knuckles' father subjecting Knuckles' egg to the chaos siphon - which culminates here.

(Sonic the Hedgehog Issue 90)

Knuckles transforms into this form after having a building cave in on him, Antoine's father, and Yanar. I won't dwell on it for too long, (The years of Green Knuckles deserves a post in of itself, really) - I mostly just wanted to let it be known that the 'Green Knuckles' stuff happens before his death and foray into the afterlife.

"That's all very well, then, but how does he die!?"

Oh, that's easy to answer!

He explodes. To death. (Issue 118)

... You know what, you can have the final page of 118.

... I love this comic so much. I really, really, really love this Aurora-damned comic.

Aurora?! We'll get there! Skip along to issue 121... Which is where this post begins. Julie-Su, Simon, Floren-Ca, Mighty, Vector (wearing those damn headphones), Espio, Komi-Ko, Remington, Lara-Le, Locke, and Wynmahcer show up to listen to Kali-Ca call our dearly departed Knuckles a Man Child.

Mm.

Proud Man-Child.

And folks, he was the Echidna Legal Age! ... Look, these comics have a ... Habit... Of spamming you with random worldbuilding through every corner. It's charming most of the time, but other times, it just leaves your brain screaming as you try to cram it all in. You're probably at the head-spinning part right now, if this is your first time.

And OH MY GOD, HE'S A GHOST! ... AND HE'S STILL GREEN!

AND-- Okay, I can't riff on this one. This is so COOL. LOOK, IT'S ALL OF THE PAST GUARDIANS! We've got Moonwatcher, Rembrandt, Steppenwolf himself, Jordan, Harlan, Tobor's wearing Hawking's hat -- SQUEE -- Janelle-Li, Hawking as mentioned, and Aaron.. ... I'm sorry, I have to squee once more about the hat. Just.. Let me have this... LET ME HAVE THIS!!!!!

In issue 100, we see Tobor die, and move on into this 'evolution', they call it. Lookit his lil 'T' on his shirt. N'aww.

We also get to see Hawking beckoned into this Evolution on his deathbed in Super Sonic Special 14. ERMAGERD IT'S STEPPENWOLF!

OkayOKAYOKAY, I'm .. Almost done squee'ing... -Sigh- look, I wouldn't be here explaining this stupid green monotreme arc to you if I didn't genuinely and unabashedly love this series, eh?!

BACK TO 121!

I'll be honest - this one's just in here because I love Jans so much. LOOK, IT'S JANELLE-LI!

The Brotherhood of Guardians (That's the Guardian family) are highly connected to the Chaos Force, and when they pass on, they live on in a higher plane of existence, until Aurora calls them onwards.

-Ahem- Right.. Aurora!

N'aww, lookit Moonwatcher's happy little face. Hey, pa, you've been serving time the longest, the heralds have come to collect you! .. Waaait, no, they've come for the new guy.... Ooooh. Better luck next time, it'll only be a few more hundreds of years. .. I think Aurora is playing the worst prank on these poor suckers. Imagine living with your family and nobody else, for centuries. Mm! Fun! A friend of mine calls this 'Overtime', which makes me giggle.

ISSUE 122! AURORA!

WHAT A NERD!

Also, baby microwavin'. Thanks, Locke, for your contribution.

I told you this is the culmination of the Green Knuckles stuff! Aurora runs down the how's and why's, but we're not here for that. I just know you little suckers like that joke.

Yadda yadda, two more issues to explain how, why, what, when - ONTO 124!

You can have this picture for free, if the concept of 'Knuckles is dead' still tickles you. I know it does me.

"You exploded violently, Knuckles! Like a nuke!"

And thank goodness, we've sorted this out. ZOOP! No longer green! IT's only been ... A few years in Real-World time... Woof.

Er ma gerd, it's Athair! YOLT!

Blablah.. Next issue, 125...

Knuckles chats with Athair and Aurora.. He's back to life, baby!

Aaand...

HE'S BACK, FOLKS! And he's red!

And..

Well.. That's all!

-Quack-

daily reminder that vector wore headphones to knuckles's funeral

[tigerlyla-of-metinna]

How would Emhyr treat Roche if he became the husband of his daughter? I mean, would Emhyr have treated him coldly and indifferently or would he have tried to establish friendly relations? What Roche's personal qualities would Emhyr despise, and for what would he respect him? Would he trust him with his daughter and his empire?

Firstly, I'm not sure I'm the right person to be answering this but I will try my best and view this objectively. This is going to read like a novel: apologies for the length.

I view Emhyr like Geralt, and any other fathers, see the boyfriends of their daughter as unworthy or needs to really, reeeeaaallly prove it to win them over. Cold isn't the description I'd use for the relationship. Tense would be appropriate, with a bit of hostility. Also Roche is A.) a nordling and B.) a commoner.

At best, I view Ciri and Vernon's relationship parallel to Emperor Paul Atreides and his concubine Chani (a fremen fighter) from The DUNE books. Paul married Irulan, daughter of the deposed Emperor Shaddam IV. But Irulan is wife in name only while Chani the concubine is the true wife and bore Pauls' heirs.

Likely outcome: Ciri marries a nilfgaardian noble approved by Emhyr or the noble houses and Vernon is relegated to lover. Ciri's husband, is husband in name only, while the lover Vernon is the true husband.

As if that would dissuade the fiery Ciri from pushing Roche to be recognized as her husband and lover. One thing needs to be fixed in order to tolerate accept Roche as emperor consort: give Roche a noble title and Emhyr (or Anais) can certainly do that. Roche would have to get used to being called Lord, Baron, even Count Vernon. Pick one.

Time and lots of it will eventually establish friendly relations -and maybe a grandbaby can speed that faster. As for Roche's traits that Emhyr would despise: Roche is extremely loyal to Temeria. But also this trait is something Emhyr can respect, even admire. Roche is prepared to do anything for Temeria's independence, even if it meant turning it into a vassal state of Nilfgaard.

Would Emhyr trust Roche with his daughter and the running of the empire? Let's just say Emhyr trusts his daughter to run the empire, and that means he has to believe that Roche will serve and protect Cirilla, Emhyr's true heir.

That is my two florens on the matter.

[starlcvedarch]

“ aw, he’s sensitive. see why you keep him around. ”  @starlightfreed​  /  astrid.

an  easy  laugh  spills  over  her  lips,  nodding  in  response  to  the  statement,  one  brow  lifting  as  she  averts  her  gaze  from  the  man  in  question.  “  yes,  that’s  why  we  keep  him  around.  ”  smile  turns  to  a  smirk,  head  tilting  just  slightly  to  one  side  as  she  considers  her  companion.  “  though  there  are  times  when  i  have  to  wonder  whether  his  usefulness  out  ways  how  annoying  he  is.  ”  words  spoken  in  a  teasing  tone,  finally  allowing  her  gaze  to  slip  to  meet  floyd’s.

“  you  both  realise  i’m  sat  right  here,  right  ?  ”  exasperated  sigh  follows  his  words,  eyes  rolling  as  his  arms  move  to  cross  over  his  chest.  “  listen  i  appreciate  you  having  this  very  lovely  chat  right  next  to  the  car  but  if  you  wouldn’t  mind  moving  the  topic  of  conversation  on,  that’d  be  great  !  ” 

her  own  eyes  roll  at  his  comments,  lips  parting  with  a  sigh  as  she  turns  back  to  astrid.  “  see,  this  is  exactly  what  i  was  just  talking  about  !  ”  a  hint  of  a  smile,  however,  pulls  at  the  corners  of  her  lips.

[flosbelova]

touch

florence pugh x fem!reader

summary: florene has been away and you miss her. when you get intimate with yourself, she catches you and finishes whatever you started

warnings: smut (+18), cursing, fingering

word count: 1074

florence has been busy lately due to the black widow press tour. you haven’t seen her in about two months and today she was finally gonna come home. you were excited because of course, you missed your girlfriend, and you most definitely missed her touch. 

you hear your phone ding and check to see if you got a text from flo, and you sure did. 

flo: hey baby, i’m sorry, i’m gonna be late tonight.

you: it’s okay baby, i’ll see you when you get home. be safe, i love you. 

flo: i love you more :)

just your luck, you think. you had a whole night planned out and was going to surprise her with a new set of lingerie that you had just bought.

i guess i’ll kiss date night goodbye. 

——

a few hours have passed and you’re sat in your living room scrolling through your phone. you happen to stop on a picture of your girlfriend and she looks gorgeous. you have been following her glam team and they’ve been posting pictures of her press looks. 

you turn off your phone and look at the ceiling. you close your eyes and start to think about your girlfriend. you thought about her smile, her laugh, and the way she scrunched her nose. you smiled at the thought of her dimples and how they were so present when she had a big smile on her face. 

then your thoughts started going south. you thought about the way her hands felt on your skin. how soft her touch was and how her fingers knew which places were the most sensitive. you quietly moaned at the thought of her tongue sliding up and down your folds. 

at this point, your hand was already in your sweatpants. you rubbed your finger up and down your folds over your panties. you moved your hands under and found your clit and continued to think about your girlfriend fucking you senseless. 

you were so lost in thought that you didn’t hear your girlfriend come in, nor did you notice her standing and watching you. 

“well shit,” florence says, making you jump. 

“what the fuck flo!” you scream. “you scared me half to death!”

florence smiles and nods her head at your current situation. 

“whatcha doing there baby?” she asks moving closer to you. “are you thinking about me?”

she hovers over you and her face is inches away from yours. you try to avoid her eyes but she grabs your face. 

“answer me, darling. are you thinking about me?” she asks again, but in a more demanding tone. 

you sigh and close your eyes nodding yes. 

“you know i don’t like it when you touch yourself without me,” she says. 

“i’m sorry,” you begin, “i was just—“

“i know,” she interrupts. 

she places her hand at the back of your neck, pulling you in. your lips met with hers and felt yourself melt into the kiss. you’ve missed the feeling of her lips on yours and now, you were finally able to kiss your girlfriend after so long. 

the moment you tried to hold florence, she quickly pulls away and grabs hold of your wrists. 

“naughty girl,” she says, kissing along your neck. “don’t think you can touch me just yet.”

you let out a small moan come out of your mouth and florence finds your sweet spot. sucking on your skin and leaving a mark, florence leaves a trail of wet kisses down your neck and onto your collarbones. nipping at your skin, you can’t help but whine. 

you try to thrust yourself on her but she stops you and presses her knee against your core. you moan louder this time at the pleasure of her knee hitting your aching clit. 

“god your moans are like music to my ears,” florence says. 

she finally lets go of your wrists, allowing you to run your fingers through her hair and pull her in for another sweet kiss. 

pulling away, florences says, “i’m sorry i was late. i’ll make it up to you right now.”

and with that, florence gets on her knees. she places her thumbs on the waistband of your sweat pants. she looks you in the eyes asking for consent and you nod your head yes. 

she undresses you slowly, making you more impatient. once your sweatpants were off, she throws them on the armchair next to you.

florence moved her face closer to your pussy and softly kisses it. 

“my love you're dripping,” florence says.

her breath touching your skin made you shiver and you slightly thrusted yourself on her. 

“patience sweetheart,” florence says as she starts to take your panties off. she throws them right next to your sweatpants. 

“florence. please. i need you,” you say, feeling yourself get warmer and your breaths get shorter. 

florence spreads your legs apart and wraps her arm around your thigh and places it over her shoulder. using her other hand, she slides her fingers up and down your folds earning a soft moan from you. 

“please,” you pleaded. “i need you inside,” you begged. 

“i love it when you beg,” florence says, her breath hitting your core. 

she slowly inserts two fingers into you and starts to thrust slowly. 

“fuck,” you moan. 

florence fastens her pace and her mouth meets your swelling clit. she earns a louder moan from you as she flicks her tongue on your sensitive nub. 

“florence,” you manage to say, “i’m close.”

“i know baby, it’s okay. cum on me,” florence says. 

florence quickens her pace more and curls her fingers, hitting your g-spot. your breath gets short and you feel a sense of release as you reach your climax. 

florence quickly pulls her fingers out of you and your pussy is met with her lips. moving her thumb onto your clit, rubbing fast circles, as she thrusts her tongue in and out of your center. 

“fuck flo, i’m cumming,” you moan loudly. 

florence hums, sending vibrations through your body. soon enough, you climax. you grab her hair, pulling her even closer to you, and ride out your high. 

you finally catch your breath as your body finally calms down. florence wipes the corner of her lips and moves her face closer to yours. she kisses you softly, making you taste yourself on her. pulling away, she rests her forehead against yours. 

“i’m home,” she smiles. 

“welcome home, my love,” you say. 

the end

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Immortal Shield  Chapter 14: Reunion

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“You’ve been staring at the road all day,” Florens said warmly as she approached Ardyn on the patio outside of her home. She gave a tired smile, seeing Ardyn visibly spooked for a moment. 

 "I've been admiring the scenery," Ardyn sighed. He knew he wasn't fooling himself let alone her. "It's been ages since I've come to admire Duscae." 

 “You’re worried about her.” Florens stated as she sat across from Ardyn on one of the patio seats. All but ignoring his remarks and getting to the point. “She’s going to be alright. If she’s anything like you’ve told me, she’ll come through. Maybe try calling her again?” 

 “It’s not what you assume, I assure you.” Ardyn murmured. His amber eyes once more looked at cars passing through. There were a few times he could’ve sworn the Scepter was approaching, only to see the model was new or it had been a truck. His brows furrowed, fingers gently tapping on a small table beside the chair he was sitting in. A few beads of sweat trickled down Ardyn’s face while he adjusted, slouching further back against the cushion of the chair. 

 “Can I get you anything?” Florens asked as the concern grew more on her features. She visibly saw the tension Ardyn carried in himself. 

 “No, I’m quite alright.” Ardyn responded, shaking his head. He glanced the old woman’s way, realizing he might’ve come off cold. “Forgive me, I haven’t slept well.” 

 “That’s alright Adrian,” Florens nodded. “Its understandable.” 

 Caelan was supposed to arrive at the end of the week. Two days past the end point and there had been no sign of her. 

 For most of the week, Caelan’s safety was an afterthought given Ardyn’s dream and the encounter he had with Serpo. He was still processing the experiences, trying to understand where it all fit in the grand scheme of things. It was only when Ardyn woke up from slumber, drenched in sweat and felt the calling hum of Rakshasa did he start to dwell on Caelan’s wellbeing. His body felt on an instinctual level that Caelan used the blade to defend herself. He couldn’t tell the time nor place it was used, but it had been summoned and tasted blood. Since then, Ardyn could feel his worry start to snowball. He listened to the radio at the local Crows Nest, trying to detect a hint about Caelan if there was a possibility of such a thing while he picked up his sword commission. Besides for Noctis and Lunafreya announcing a grand jamboree to score points with the common people of Insomnia, there wasn’t much interesting news. 

 Ardyn had blown up her phone with calls and texts since the night Rakshasa called out. Each one met with silence. He assumed she was busy, or was perhaps upset with him for not answering the one night. He didn't like not knowing which was the case. He absolutely refused to consider the possibility she was dead. If she were, Rakshasa would be at his side. That was the only comfort he took from the situation. 

 Ardyn didn’t know the exact point where Caelan ventured off to find Kurt, but he had a vague idea. If the Scepter didn’t show up the next morning, he was dead set on traveling by foot to find out what happened to her. Much like Florens needed answers regarding what transpired with Kurt, Ardyn wanted to know what happened to his shield. Dread began to take root in his subconscious. He couldn’t recall feeling this way towards anyone in a long time. How scared he was at the thought of losing someone he had grown accustomed to. His musings of adoration towards her knocked from time to time in like an intrusive thought, unable to help himself despite his determination to keep things professional. 

 Ardyn looked up from his lap, fingers toying with themselves as he heard the sound of wheels imprinting against dirt. The Scepter and its signature black came into view, and he could see Caelan from afar in the drivers seat. He squinted his eyes, taking notice there was another body in the vehicle. He wasn’t certain whom it was, but a faint smile graced his features. 

 Ardyn turned his head to the side, gesturing towards Florens to get her attention. She had been reading in peace until she saw Ardyn’s hand come into view. 

 “My dear, you may want to look yonder.” Ardyn said calmly, pointing towards the vehicle. He watched the older woman get up, setting the book down in her seat as she stepped off the patio and stopped. 

 The doors to the Scepter opened, revealing Caelan arriving from the drivers side and Kurt from the passengers. His greying beard had been trimmed along with his mangled hair. Immediately, Florens began to jump up and down. Ecstatic noises escaping her throat as sobs began to make their presence clear. Her hands covered her face, cheeks turning red. She sprinted forth with her hands open, running towards Kurt all the while his neutral expression broke down the moment he laid his eyes on his wife. He remained near the car door, limping a few steps toward his wife until she crashed into him. Their arms embracing one another so tight, it hurt. Hushed apologies and words of endearment left both of them as they cried against one another, Kurt pressing kisses to Florens every chance he got when her face wasn’t buried into his neck. 

 Caelan watched on, smiling big and trying to look elsewhere, wanting to give the couple some privacy. Her eyes settled on the patio directly on Ardyn, seeing him smile her way. She gave a wave, he returning the gesture. Caelan took a step forward, intending to approach him only to feel a sudden pull. Her eyes widened as Kurt and Florens pulled her into their embrace, thanking her, the Astrals, anything that was listening. Caelan felt her face turning pink, unsure of how to respond but nevertheless she returned the affections, trying to keep her grin from growing any wider. She hadn’t felt this good serving others in a long time, having almost forgotten how it felt to be cherished and honored for the sacrifices she made to keep others protected. 

 Ardyn let out a sigh of relief, seeing Caelan made it back in one piece. He watched the events unfold and felt a pain in his chest. His wound from the Behemoth had fully healed, yet emotionally his heart strings had been plucked. He was reminded of his time as a healer as he listened to the commotion several feet away.  He recalled an experience in which he helped an ailing couple who had been plagued with the starscourge at the same time. It had been rumored the husband caught it first, and the wife refused to leave his bedside as the daemonic energy coursed through them both. Even when they had been separated by townsfolk attempting to quarantine, they tore through bodies to be together. It amazed Ardyn how powerful bonds were, even when souls had been ripped apart and humanity stripped. 

 Healing the two of them had been difficult. Ardyn was used to taking the starscourge into himself, but the couple were his first attempts at healing two people in a single day versus helping one a day. He had passed out after reviving the wife, and had been awoken to a crowd of people praying and giving him blessings and gifts. Ardyn didn’t need the material goods, insisting the peasants keep their belongings. He was thankful for whatever food and drink were provided nonetheless. 

 When he finally got to meet the couple after they had recovered, Ardyn shared the same expression as Caelan. Shock at being pulled into a hug by either of them. Embarrassment clouded his features, uncertain of what to do. A few of his own loyal crownsguard attempted to break it up, but he allowed it. Those were the early days of his body having a difficult time adjusting to the daemonic energy coursing through his veins, and every kind affection helped soothe him. 

 Ardyn blinked in the present, noticing that Caelan escaped from the onslaught of praises and affections. Uncertainty clouded his judgement. He wanted to yell at her, scold her, do something to make it clear he was incredibly pissed off at what she had done despite the picturesque happy ending she granted two strangers. His eyes widened when he noticed the bandages on Caelan’s arm and leg, mind going into a frenzy as to what altercations she endured. 

 “Hey stranger,” Caelan greeted with a smile as she approached him. She frowned when Ardyn glared towards her, his arms crossed as he didn’t say a word. His eyes could cut through the sharpest of blades at the rate he was going. 

 “I take it you know I had some trouble,” Caelan said sheepishly, giving a faint grin to break the tension between Ardyn and herself. She rubbed the back of her neck out of nervousness. 

 “You were only supposed to get pictures,” Ardyn said sternly. “I’m assuming you also caused a scene and didn’t lie low per our agreements.” 

 “I know.” Caelan sighed. “I saw an opportunity and I took it. I had to try. If you saw what I saw, you wouldn’t have been able to just stand there. If it’s any consolation, your sword did protect me.” 

 “A meaningless effort on your part attempting to get me to see your perspective,” Ardyn sounded exasperated as he rubbed his forehead. “You’re such an imbecile putting yourself on the line for random geriatrics. I know you to be stubborn, but I didn’t take you for being reckless.” 

 “Guilty as charged,” Caelan said with a faint laugh, trying to curb the uneasy energy Ardyn was giving off. “I have to warn you, what I did will probably end up on the news unless the Lucians decide to cover it up.” 

 Ardyn sighed through his nose, shaking his head. An irate noise escaped his throat as he rose up from the seat. His stature intimidating Caelan, seeing how she visibly took a step back.

 “Why did I bother hiring you as a shield if you can’t keep yourself safe?” His voice sounding resentful. “What you did was incredibly foolish.”

 “I know.” Caelan repeated, her head giving a slight bow as she looked away from him. She didn’t like this, being talked down to by him yet Caelan didn’t have the heart to stand her ground. Not after everything she had endured. The situation didn’t hurt nonetheless. 

 “Yet it was brave of you.” Ardyn’s voice softened, causing Caelan to look up and meet his eyes. There was deep concern in those honey irises of his that had Caelan feeling momentarily weak in the knees. More so when he hesitated before reaching out and pulling her into a gentle hug, minding where his hands went given her wounds. A soft squeeze before he eased up on his tension, not wanting to constrict her. 

 Caelan let out a small gasp. She could feel Ardyn’s mouth move against her hair as he murmured. 

 “Cahl, don’t do that again. Not for me nor anyone.” 

 Caelan let out a content sigh, embracing him back as she inhaled. The familiar feeling of his body calming her as she closed her eyes, smiling against his shoulder. 

 “I missed you too, Red.” 

 “Cahl,” Ardyn sighed, a small growl escaping his mouth. He knew she was trying to dodge taking a vow. 

 “Alright. Cross my heart.” Caelan muttered back. "You're still hugging me." 

 "I know," Ardyn murmured. "If it's not an issue, I'd like to remain." 

 "I'll allow it." Caelan smiled. 

 Neither Ardyn or Caelan knew how long they had been on the patio once their embrace came to an end. They watched Florens and Kurt from afar talking endlessly. The old couple seemed lost in each others presence, not wanting a second away from their person. In the meantime, Ardyn had been healing Caelan’s wounds she sustained from the gunfire. His entire focus was on each injury, observing how far they went in before he’d begin the process. A light grunt escaped his throat as he finished off the bullet wound to her leg. 

 “That’s the last of it,” Ardyn groaned, closing his eyes and retreating his hand away. He flexed his fingers, easing the tension that had gathered in the muscles.

 “Does it hurt you every time you heal me?” Caelan asked, feeling guilt in her chest as Ardyn sighed. 

 “Yes, but it’s not anything I can’t handle. Before you protest, if I didn’t want to help, I never would have offered.” Ardyn replied, blinking as he rolled his shoulders. He caught Caelan’s startled expression, no doubt his eyes appeared daemonic. Such was the after effects of healing others in this incarnation. 

 “Scared?” Ardyn teased with a smirk, watching Caelan shake her head despite her expression telling him otherwise. He chuckled at that. “You don’t have to fabricate with me.”

 “I’m not,” Caelan murmured albeit firmly. “Just made me jump is all. I’m getting used to it.” 

 “You’re a terrible liar.” Ardyn taunted, blinking a few more times before his eyes returned to normal. 

 “You don’t know what’s going on in my head, don’t make assumptions.” Caelan scoffed. 

 “And we’re already back to bickering. However do we manage that?” Ardyn laughed.

 “You started it.” Caelan shot back, her bluntness had him grin and she couldn’t help but return one. A comfortable silence was soon reached between the two as Ardyn rose up, dusting his trousers with his hand before sitting in a chair across from Caelan. There was a thoughtful look in his gaze as their eyes met, and he gestured to her phone. 

 “Do you have copies of the photographs you took of Formouth?” Ardyn asked curiously. 

 “They’re all on the camera Florens let me borrow. I don’t know if I can download them to my cell. Why?” Caelan raised a brow as Ardyn cleared his throat. 

 “I need you to try and get those sent to me. I may not be the chancellor anymore, but I still have some influence. I think I may know whom we can entrust with the grisly evidence.” Ardyn was confident in his approach, feeling he could easily talk his way through some higher ups within Niflheim to ensure the base was thoroughly investigated. 

 “Isn’t that risky?” Caelan asked honestly. “Besides that, I don’t know if the pictures are enough to justify an investigation. There’s also the possibility I’m going to be plastered everywhere after the stunt I pulled getting Kurt out.” 

 “It’s true there’s a calculated risk,” Ardyn started, furrowing his brows. “Alas in my experience being a politician, if there is one of something, it’s one of many.”

 “You really think there’s more interment camps in Lucis?” Caelan was shocked at the implication, nonetheless she wasn’t entirely surprised at Ardyn’s hypothesis. 

 He shrugged. “There very well could be. I may not have a bleeding heart such as yourself, but I do loathe injustice. Think of it this way: if the heavens forbid you were arrested and taken into custody, it may do some good to have this information at your disposal, considering you are a key witness. More material to clear your name and all that.” 

 “I don’t think anyone would believe a delinquent,” Caelan said sadly, shaking her head. “Not after everything I’ve seen and helped with regarding the Einherjar. And not after I murdered a top official in cold blood at Formouth.” 

 “You’re not a criminal,” Ardyn said softly. “You will be one always in your head until you rid yourself of that mentality.” 

 Caelan smiled a little, averting her gaze from Ardyn as she looked towards Kurt and Florens. They were still communicating nearby the Scepter, laughing on the occasion. She knew Ardyn meant well, but Caelan knew she wasn’t ready to start forgiving herself. Nor was she prepared to dive more into what went down the night she murdered Julian. 

 “I didn’t think you cared for Lucians nor Imperials. Especially the latter since Niflheim was a means to an end for you.” Caelan said, changing the subject. Her eyes went back to Ardyn as he appeared briefly disgruntled from her putting him on the spot. 

 “Remember our conversation about choices?” Ardyn began as Caelan gave a nod. “I’ve made many terrible ones, and I stand by them. I also chose to do my job. I didn’t have to be the chancellor. I could’ve easily accomplished everything I set out to do without meddling in the affairs of politics, yet I wanted to try it on. See how it fit. Maybe indulge a curiosity of mine of what I missed out on. Being abdicated of the throne and all. There was for a time, a part of myself that did care for the imperials and their wellbeing.” 

 Caelan could hear the conflict in his voice, how uncertain he was. Almost as if Ardyn were second guessing his own take on his experiences. 

 “So you feel obligated to help them still?” Caelan asked for clarification, minding not to overwhelm Ardyn with further questions. She had many, but could tell he was having difficulty. 

 “In a manner of speaking, yes.” Ardyn said truthfully. He sighed. “Seems rather pathetic in the grand scheme of things.” 

 “I don’t think so,” Caelan said sincerely. Giving Ardyn a smile as his focus went directly onto her. 

 “Really? Enlighten me.” 

 “Well,” Caelan took in a breath, unsure where she was to begin. “You wanted to do right by others, at least try for a time. I don’t see anything pathetic about that. You're also showing remorse and guilt about--”

 “Pardon me interrupting,” Ardyn interjected, his eyes peering into hers in a serious manner. “I need to make something clear: I don’t regret the choices I’ve made. They may haunt me, but I made my bed. I accept the consequences of my actions and the lives I have forsaken while I was chancellor.”

 “How do you handle something heavy as that?” Caelan let out a laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. Wondering if she could ever get to that level someday with her own circumstances. 

 “I can’t afford to dwell. A recent vision this week showed me that.” Ardyn said bitterly. “It’s a conviction I should've grasped, long after Verstael awakened me. My desires and all their faults, lie in the past.” 

 “A vision?” Caelan could feel a chill go down her spine at the way Ardyn talked about it. For as brief as it was, there was a weight to his words that had her concerned about him. He seemed to have sensed it and waved her off. 

 “Another conversation for another time,” Ardyn said sincerely. Hoping she wouldn’t ask anything further. He didn’t want to be stuck thinking about Aera and Somnus. Not for a while. 

 Caelan nodded, yet remained visibly confused about his earlier statement. “But you mentioned a while ago you had remorse, at least regarding the fall of Insomnia. All of that. Was that not true?” 

 “I do feel remorse,” Ardyn began. He hesitated, a look of uncertainty traveled across his features before he sighed through his nose, deciding to come clean. “Not for Lucis, or Niflheim, but for you.” 

 Caelan swallowed, unsure of how to take the confession. There was look of disbelief in her features as she breathed. 

 “Why?” Caelan murmured in shock. “Is it because you ended up hurting me without knowing?” 

 Ardyn rubbed the back of his neck, looking rather confused himself as to why he was saying any of this. He furrowed his brows and sighed once more. “You can say that.”

 “You confuse me so much sometimes.” Caelan let out a small laugh, shaking her head. 

 “Explains why we both make good company together.” Ardyn shrugged, grinning for a time before he looked ahead and could see Kurt and Florens were heading back to the house. He motioned for Caelan to follow as he got up. 

 “We should discuss the photographs and the incident with them both, make sure we’re on the same page.” Ardyn began. “But first come with me.” 

 Caelan did a double take between Ardyn and the couple before she followed him down the patio steps and to the backyard. The residence of both Kurt and Florens was surrounded by trees as far as the eye could see. There were plenty of spaces where creatures or other people could lurk. She briefly wondered if she would ever get an opportunity to live somewhere this nice. 

 Caelan couldn’t help but feel an air of suspicion, her eyes glancing around to assess for safety out of habit. She watched as Ardyn approached a large tree. Beside the trunk of the massive thing was a sword. Caelan squinted her eyes for a moment, knitting her brows as she noticed there was some similarity it had to her spear, at least the black and gold coloring. Awe fell upon her face as she smiled. 

 “I didn’t think you’d buy yourself another sword. That looks neat!” Caelan said sincerely, excited for him. "I take it I inspired you?" 

 “It’s not mine,” Ardyn murmured as he picked up the blade by its handle. He approached Caelan to where he was standing close. His free hand grabbed a hold of Caelan’s right, and he placed the hilt in her hand, his fingers gently coaxing her own to grip it. 

 “This is yours.” 

 “Are you--serious?” Caelan breathed, looking down at the weapon. Her eyes began to study the small details. Her pulse rocketing as she brimmed with elation. 

 “Do you like it, how's the balance?” Ardyn asked, crossing his arms as he watched Caelan’s excitement grow. He couldn’t help but smile though he tried hard to hide it. 

 “I love it! It feels great!” Caelan said enthusiastically, taking a few steps back from Ardyn as she swung it around to get a feel for its movement and weight, much like she had done when Ardyn allowed her to use the Rakshasa. Caelan didn’t feel the unnatural humming the Rakshasa emitted, and she was thankful for it. Though the crimson blade had unintentionally saved her life back at Formouth, her body was recovering from the bizarre powers that radiated through the ancient weapon. Caelan made a mental note to discuss that with Ardyn at a later time, when they didn’t have so much going on. 

 “It’s not too long. I don't feel hindered at all by the weight or style.” Caelan said proudly. She was beginning to grow attached to the blade in her hand already. “Why did you have this made for me?” 

 “Simple,” Ardyn mused. “I don’t want to get stabbed through the heart again because you prefer long range attacks. Consider it insurance.” 

 Caelan made a face, letting out a gasp as she cast a glare towards him. She approached and slugged Ardyn with her free hand to his shoulder causing him to snicker. 

 “You can be a real asshole, you know that?” 

 “I’m fully aware,” Ardyn said as a matter of fact, rubbing at the spot where Caelan had hit him feigning it hurt more than it did. Nevertheless he sighed contently and gestured towards the blade, causing Caelan to follow where he was pointing. 

 “My lack of taste in joking aside, I wanted to show you I’m appreciative of your services.” Ardyn smiled. He frowned shortly after when Caelan looked beside herself. 

 “I don’t feel like I’ve done much as a shield,” Caelan shrugged, she stuck the end of the blade into the ground so her hands were free.  “I nearly got you killed from a Behemoth and dragged you into getting chased by the Einherjar.” 

 “True,” Ardyn nodded as he approached her. He was standing close to Caelan now, his right hand carefully reached for her chin. A gentle push given so Caelan was peering right into his eyes, no chance for escape as he looked upon her fondly. 

 “Yet here you continue to stand and remain with me. Does that not deserve a reward in of itself?” Ardyn’s voice was tender. He himself was surprised at the direction he took with his tone, but any indication of shock was well hidden away. His gaze traveled from Caelan’s lips to her eyes, over and over. He couldn’t help but examine, taking to heart all the little imperfections that dotted Caelan’s face while she continued to stare. There was a warm feeling that pooled in Ardyn’s chest, feeling the way she trembled in his touch. 

 Caelan couldn’t help but feel a tremor move across her reddened cheeks at how close they were in proximity. The way he held her in place had goosebumps go down her neck. It didn’t help that his eyes were warm and welcoming, enticing her to become further ensnared. There was a part of Caelan that wanted to retreat away on impulse, yet this other side of herself was more than happy to remain. She had never gotten a good look at Ardyn in this fashion, despite their closeness when they slept side by side in the tent. It dawned on her how handsome he truly was. 

 Caelan barely registered his question and remark. Her left hand carefully reached for his thumb and index finger that was holding her chin up. Her movements gentle as she removed his grasp from her flesh. He didn’t seem phased or offended. Their hands eventually clasping over the other as Caelan guided them both to lower. She could feel the rough texture of the callouses on his hand, a reassuring squeeze of his fingertips against her own. 

 “Thanks again for having the sword made for me,” Caelan murmured. Swallowing back a breath as he merely smirked. 

 “Think nothing of it, Cahl.” Ardyn replied coolly. He brought up Caelan’s hand to his lips; pressing to her knuckles before he let her go. There was a momentary look of regret in his golden eyes as he dismissed himself from her presence. 

 “What the hell,” Caelan breathed out when Ardyn was no longer close by. She rubbed the back of her neck, letting out a nervous laugh she had been holding. The spot on her knuckles where his warm lips met continued to tingle. The action had been brief but enough to leave a lasting impression. 

 A gradual warmth spilled into her abdomen as Caelan blinked several times. Shaking her head while pondering what had happened between them just now. Whatever the case, she promised herself that if Ardyn were to do anything that salacious again, she’d have something to say. No, she probably wouldn't have the guts to say anything. Considering how much she enjoyed it. The intrusive thought of asking him to continue invaded Calean’s conscious as she growled at herself. 

 “By the six what is wrong with me?” She slapped herself. “So wrong. So, so, so wrong.” 

 The low trembles in Caelan’s knees began to diminish with every step she took towards the house. Ready to have a final conversation with Florens and Kurt before Ardyn and she were to take off for the road yet again. 

[oblivions-dawn]

WIP Day WIP Day WIP

Yo hi hey hello good to see you! Finally someone useful is around--ahem. I was tagged by the lovely @thequeenofthewinter and @nocturnalswarehouse to share my WIP! It’s been a bit rough because I’m still stuck on this DAMN DAWNGUARD SCENE and I just want my snarky girls to be back together. Sigh. Why do I make myself suffer. Anyway, I decided to write out the interaction with Isran, Gunmar, Sorine, AND Florentius. Floren will be in the part two because this chapter is already going to be long and it’s going to sort of deviate a little. This is just a taste 376 words of Vigdis’ extra sass towards Isran. Enjoy!

“Look at this mess,” he grumbled. “This is the price we pay for openly recruiting. We’ll have to step up our defences.” He raised a dark brow, then lowered it in doubt as his voice came out in an exhale. “I don’t suppose you have any good news for me.”

Vigdis’ lip twitched. “I don’t.”

“Damn. Well what do you know? Do we at least know what the vampires were after?”

The hunter braced herself, her voice steady yet cool. “Yes. A woman.”

“A woman? Trapped in there?” The Redguard’s features shifted into confusion and anger. “That doesn’t make any sense. Who is she? What does she have to do with this?” He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “Where is she?”

Vigdis cracked a mirthless smile. “You won’t like this answer either.”

“Vigdis—”

“She’s the daughter of a powerful vampire,” the redhead interrupted. “She’s a part of Clan Volkihar and had an Elder Scroll. I wanted information, so I played along and took her home.” The muscles in her shoulders tensed at the memory of the castle’s hall. “I don’t know what they’re planning, but I know where they are and what they’re capable of.”

Isran’s eyes flared with fury. “You delivered her to them. You didn’t stop them? You didn’t secure the scroll?”

“Even you can’t kill an entire clan of powerful vampires on your own,” Vigdis snarled. “I said I was strong, not fucking stupid. At least I’m still standing here and not one of them.”

His expression fell for a moment before he neutralised his features again. “I don’t like it. But you did right to play along.” He crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes downcast. “What of Tolan?”

“I found his corpse at the crypt’s entrance. I took care of his killers.”

“Fool,” he muttered. He pressed his lips together. “They have what they wanted. And we’re left with nothing.” He let out a long sigh. “By the Divines, this couldn’t get much worse. This is more than we can handle.”

“You don’t seem the type to give up this easily,” Vigdis pointed out with a raised brow.

“When did I say that?” he snapped, the fire returning to his eyes. “We just . . . We need help.”

[waywardian]

1: Elliot

His father told him nothing of the attempts in Floren. He was not allowed in the war rooms. The soldiers going quiet as he passed through the corridors of the castle. He was not told of their vaults - dwindling of grain and gold. He was not told of the people suffering outside of the royal walls. His bed was always laced with furs and throws. His plates always filled with meat and fruits. His glasses always graced with soft golden cider. The servants barely spoke to him and when he asked why they looked so pale and frail in the new months, they ran him a bath and washed away his worries for him. No one told him anything.

But Elliot was not a fool. He was young and petulant. A barricaded child in a gilded cage, told to be grateful for the crown that sat on his head but even he could sense that war was on the horizon.

His father was never at meals and his mother sat and knitted by the fire, her hands trembling under the lamplight. Then winter came and Kaden was swept under it's thickest layers of snow. The only sounds in the air the battering of the storm against the windows and the howling of the wolves that trekked through the forest at night - he knew something was wrong, he could feel it in his bones. As one feels the flu coming on. A sniffle here. A sore throat there. And suddenly he's bedridden.

That spring, when Winter warmed, and the snow thinned in layers. When his fever finally broke. He awakened to the castle horribly emptier than it had been for years. The knights who stood guard at each door were now only placed at the main ones. His servants were replaced with young girls instead of the experienced ladies he'd become accustomed too.

One evening, when they're washing him down and rubbing rose scented oils into his hair he asked the youngest of them, "Are we at war?" The words are soft and faint but the girl still stiffened.

She gulped and looked at her comrades. "N-no, my prince." She grabbed a washcloth and gently shifted it down his arm.

He watched the movement of her hands, feeling all the worth of precious ruby being shined. Useful only in appearances. A prince uninvolved in politics. He's quiet for the rest of the night.

The next morning, his mother was crying at the breakfast table and his father was missing completely. There were no servants waiting on them. He rushed to her side, "What's wrong? What's happened?"

She shaked her head and sniffled. He gripped her forearm, "Tell me!" He's too loud and too fierce. Her cries only magnified. He let her go, feeling helpless. Before bringing her into his arms where she wailed until evening.

His father was absent for two more days before returning in bloodied battle armour. A horrid scar lining the left side of his face. Elliot waited for him in the King's chambers as he was washed and his wounds treated.

His father limped into the bedroom, looking haggard and aged. Eliot stood at the foot of the bed, a thousand questions on his lips. A barrel of fear in his chest for he knew all the answers to them. A jester would be a able to deduce them. Instead, he asked the only question that mattered.

"Why have you not involved me in this?" His voice was an accusation.

His father sighed, thumping into a seat before the fire. "You are a child."

"I am of age. I'm seventeen. You were king at fifteen. I deserve-"

"You deserve to tend to your mother and behave. You know nothing of war."

"Isn't it high time I learnt? I'm the crown prince!"

"You will have your time."

Elliot sighed, tugging at his hair. "When? When news arrives that you've been slain on the battlefield. Or will my generals still run from me then as they have through these walls. As if I'm an infant. Do you have any idea how that looks. That the prince knows nothing of what is occuring. The servants know more than me. Even mother-"

"Enough!" he rumbled, clenching his fist. "I could not have you involved in this."

Elliot stepped in front of him and crouched down by his knee as he'd done when he was a child and desiring a bedtime story. He tugged at the fabric by his father's ankle and his own knees fell onto the soft rug. The fire warming his back. "I do not understand. Do you find me inadequate? Foolish?"

His father sighed. A long, drawn-out, tired thing and brought a hand up to card through his son's soft pale locks. He looked so much like his mother. All pale whites and soft golds. Except for the blue jewels of eyes he got from his father. And his father before him. He was daintier than the King ever remembered being and somedays he wished Elliot had been born a girl. Simply so the he'd have more reason to keep him in the castle walls.

"The Queen of Floren expressed awareness of your beauty and growth at your coming of age," the King admitted. Tone bitter.

Elliot looked up, eyes wide. "What does that matter."

"Our resources are low," the king said.

Elliot nodded understandingly. He had suspected as much. This year had been much colder than any of the previous ones.

"Floren is our warmer, humid neighbour. They live in abundance of all growth and grain. Their livestock thrives."

A morbid chokehold grasped Elliot, "You mean to make a marriage alliance with Floren?" He spoke the words confidently. Trying not to show his wariness. Though neighbours they may be, Floren and Kaden were opposites in cultures. Florenians were wild and lustful, big-built and boastful. Kadenens were much like their land, reserved. Modest. With rituals a thousand years old. Bones like birds and figures like the thin willow trees that lined their forests.

His father rested a gentle hand on his cheek, using a thumb to card over his cheekbone. "I would never hand you over so easily."

Elliot's eyes widened and his face paled. "You waged war on Floren?"

"We knew it would come to this. They've shown too much interest in our properties. We would've won as well. Their defences are weak against out formations. But their navy..."

Elliot moved up, gripping at his fathers forearms. "They're on our shores?"

The king nodded and grasped his sons hands. "They're holding the lower towns hostage. Threatening to burn it all down. I expect a plea agreement will be sent to us soon enough."

Elliot shivered. He remembered little of Queen Juliana from his coming of age but her reputation proceeded her. She was a woman of tall stature and immense beauty, known for her flourishing lands and her utter brutality. The King of Floren had wed her as she came from a military family and he'd wished to strengthen the alliance but soon after their wedding, he'd fallen ill. Her involvement in his death was a hushed secret in the royal courts.

"I will go," he declared and his father pressed a soft kiss to his temple.

"My precious son. We do not even know if Queen Juliana is prepared to broker peace. She may simply seize our lands."

"Is that what you're hoping for?"

"It is very poor lands, I fear it may be her loss."

Elliot huffed a wry laugh at that. "Either way our nation will be under Floren's rule."

"Yes..."

"They will take care of our people?"

"They will. If not out of goodness then out of greed. Florenians love beautifuls things and we are at least that."

Elliot rested his head on his father's knee. Fingers moved to card comfortingly through his hair.

"Do you wish to run? I will help you."

"I am not a coward," he mumbled to his father.

"I wish you were," the king admitted solemnly.

"They'll hang you if I run."

"I've lived a long life. You're not even of marriageable age."

"Florenians get married at sixteen."

"They are a beastly breed. You deserve a woman even softer than yourself."

"I am not soft."

His father huffed a laugh. "Ofcourse not, little wolf. You are braver than us all."

"Will I get to see you and mother again?" he asked softly, watching the fire dance amongst itself in the hearth. Imagining all the festivals he would miss. The springfest was right over the horizon.

"I will make it so."

It was an empty promise. Queen Juliana held all the cards. She could demand their castles be burned and they'd have no say in it but it comforts Elliot all the same.

"Will my people mourn for me?" A heat rose behind his eyes and he sniffled.

His father's hand stilled and he gripped onto his son's shoulder. "They have fought for you more than they have fought to live. Our lands will become a grieving ground at your departure. We are only as good as our littlest wolf after all."

"You must not let that happen. You must uplift their spirits," Elliot said, pouting into his father's trousers and gazing up at him with bright blue eyes.

"How will I manage that?" he said looking down at his son. "When I will be mourning most of all."

Elliot grasped his father's hand. "Do not mourn for me. Not while I live. Wait for me, I will return."

"You are my heart little wolf," the king said, pressing a kiss to his head. "You are my heart."

Purchased Prince

Prince Elliot is sold to Queen Juliana in a plea to bargain peace between the two lands.

The Land of Kaden is ridden with frost and wolves. In an attempt to acquire more resources, King Koal attempts to overthrow the neighbouring kingdom - Floren.

His attempts fail in a humiliating showcase as Queen Juliana uses her large navy fleet to overthrow them. Her land is luscious and flowery, her people prosperous and peaceful. King Koal has nothing to offer to override his foolish actions besides his own life or his only child.

A mere boy, seventeen and youthful. He is sold to the Queen in a bargain of peace and is swept from his frost bitten lands to the lush greenery of Floren and the warm arms of it's powerful queen.

Novel Blurb by Faibella

[rapidpixeladventure]

We shouldn't stick around for too long. Quickly! To the right!

{[GO]: [RIGHT]}

Gestalt sets you down, and you begin your escape across the crater floor. You can see the faint inklings of daylight as you reach the edge of the [Gravity Slate]

As you continue, you pass by a tall structure looming in the middle of your path.

It appears to be a large rectangular structure made of wood and metal. A series of [Pulleys and Ropes] are attached to one side, hoisting a large [Stone Statue Head] high into the air. The statue appears to be depicting a unknown stone face and it splattered with dried blood and brain matter.

Directly below the statue head, is a [Raise Stone Dias] equally dripping with viscera. A small [Wooden Sign] on the side of the device contains the same foul words Cal refused to translate earlier.

Fluttering in the gentle breeze... is another [Orange Bandit Territory Banner] just like the one you saw at the edge of the [Amber Forrest]

It could not be more clear who this territory belongs to and what they do with trespassers. 

Cal looks like they are about to pass out from fear.

Floren refuses to answer their little sibling, holding a hand over their mouth in horror. Seran is right, you can smell the rotting iron that hangs thick in the air, even over the garbage. Only Gestalt manages to respond.

So this device is called a [Guillotine] or at least it is a modified version.

Based on the amount of blood you can only assume what happens to those placed under the statue when it is released by the pulleys

You don’t like it here, your stomach threatens to turn over.

The [LEFT] path leads back to [The Rubble Valley Trash Pile 2]

The [RIGHT] path leads to [The Rubble Valley Trash Pile Ascent]

[STATUS]

[QUESTS]

[MAP]

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