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[mio-nika]

disgusting

Part 1

[blackenedsnow]

I have never requested before I hope I'm doing this right. You can feel free to ignore this.

But can I have Billy and stu (separate or together is your choice), Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Micheal Myers (original or Rz are your choice), Jason Voorhees, Norman Bates, and Billy Lenz. You don't have to do all. I don't really care who or how much you do. But them with a reader who takes care of their younger sibling. Kinds like the oldest sibling being a parent of their younger sibling

You can choose the age and gender but I would prefer a male and 4 year old kid but it doesn't matter. I just haven't really seen much of this and would really like more. I love your writing btw. Again you don't really have to do this and I feel like this request is long but just wanted to write it

slashers with a reader who takes care of their younger sibling ; headcanons

WARNING: None

PAIRING: Billy Loomis x Reader, Stu Macher x Reader, Bubba Sawyer x Reader, Thomas Hewitt x Reader, Michael Myers x Reader, Jason Voorhees x Reader, Norman Bates x Reader, Billy Lenz x Reader

NOTE: I’m so glad you love my writing! Your request is perfect, and I really enjoyed putting this together for you. Hope you enjoy!

BILLY LOOMIS

At first, Billy's not sure what to think.

Kids are loud and messy, not really his thing, but he’s intrigued by how seriously you take your role as a caretaker.

He gets protective over both you and your little sibling in his own way.

He doesn’t interact with the child much but will keep an eye on them, especially if things seem off.

Billy admires your strength and responsibility

He didn’t grow up in the best family environment, so seeing you take on that parental role makes him respect you even more.

If you ever need help with your sibling, he’s reluctant but won’t say no.

He’ll watch over your little sibling in his way—just don’t expect him to read bedtime stories.

STU MACHER

Stu doesn't really care for kids, but your little sibling is an exception.

He’s the chaotic big brother type, always joking around, making silly faces, and playing rough

...in a way your sibling enjoys.

He’s surprisingly great at distracting your sibling when you need a break, even if it involves a bit too much sugar or wild games.

Stu admires how you handle your responsibilities, but he’s also the type to encourage you to let loose and have fun with your little sibling.

He'll say something like

"Being a big sibling can be fun too, y'know!"

Sometimes, he’ll get your sibling involved in harmless pranks—nothing too serious, just enough to make you roll your eyes at the bullshit.

BUBBA SAWYER

Bubba has a natural, gentle side that shows around your little sibling.

He’s great with kids because of his own childlike nature and will immediately want to help you out with your sibling.

He’s protective but in a soft, nurturing way.

He’ll help with basic care—making sure your sibling eats, plays safely, and feels comfortable.

Watching you care for your sibling touches something deep in Bubba.

Family is everything to him, and seeing you take on that role makes him feel connected to you on a more emotional level.

Your little sibling will probably love Bubba’s playful, kind-hearted nature, and they’d get along well

Almost like having a second big sibling!

THOMAS HEWITT

Thomas is awkward around your little sibling at first.

He’s not used to kids, and his intimidating presence might scare the child a bit.

Once you show him how to be gentle, though, Thomas is (not surprisingly) good at it.

He’s careful and protective, and though he’s not talkative, his actions speak volumes.

He respects your role as the older sibling and quietly supports you in whatever way he can.

He’ll help carry your sibling, fix things for them, and even craft toys if necessary.

Thomas feels a sense of admiration for how you juggle being a caregiver.

It reminds him of the family dynamic he grew up in, where responsibility was a big part of survival.

MICHAEL MYERS

Michael is eerily silent around your little sibling, but he watches the way you care for them with curiosity.

He doesn’t fully understand the concept of caring for someone, but he’s fascinated by your commitment.

He won’t actively interact with your sibling, and in some strange way, he becomes protective of both you and the child

Like he’s observing a small piece of humanity that he’s long forgotten.

Michael doesn’t interact much with your sibling, but if anyone or anything threatens them, Michael steps in without hesitation.

He’s drawn to your strength as an older sibling.

It doesn’t make him soft, but it earns you a twisted sense of respect in his mind.

JASON VOORHEES

Jason has a soft spot for children due to his own troubled childhood.

When he sees how much you care for your little sibling, it stirs something in him.

He’s fiercely protective, acting as a silent guardian over both you and your sibling.

He doesn’t speak, but his presence is always there, watching to make sure nothing bad happens.

Your little sibling isn’t scared of Jason for long.

Once they see how Jason watches over you, they warm up to him.

Jason might even offer small gestures of kindness, like finding things in the woods for your sibling to play with.

Jason admires your strength and responsibility, seeing you as a protector like himself.

It forms a quiet bond between the three of you.

NORMAN BATES

Norman is gentle and polite around your little sibling, offering to help with anything that might make things easier for you.

He’s fascinated by the idea of family dynamics and your role as both sibling and parental figure.

It reminds him of his relationship with his own mother, in a twisted way.

Norman tries to make things comfortable for your sibling, offering snacks or games to keep them occupied.

He’s surprisingly good at calming your sibling down during tantrums.

However, there’s always a sense of unease around Norman.

His overprotectiveness can feel stifling at times, especially when he becomes too involved in your sibling’s care, as though he sees you as part of his own family.

BILLY LENZ

Billy is unpredictable, and your little sibling might be a bit nervous around him at first.

Billy has strange behavior, but he never intentionally tries to scare your sibling.

He doesn’t understand kids well, but once he realizes how important your sibling is to you, Billy makes an effort to be less creepy around then.

There’s a strange protectiveness that comes over Billy when he sees you caring for your sibling.

It’s almost like he’s trying to impress you by not being chaotic around the child.

He’ll watch your little sibling from a distance, occasionally making weird, quiet noises, but he’ll stay back unless you need help.

If anyone threatens you or your sibling, though, Billy’s unpredictable nature can quickly become dangerous.

[serpentandlily]

Sly Fox, Dumb Bunny II

Sly Fox, Dumb Bunny II - Eris x Archeron!Reader

Summary: You find yourself ensnared by a sly, cunning fox. A very handsome, irritating one.

Warnings: none

a/n: sorry for the long wait with this one! Hope you guys like it!

Part I

· · ─────── ·♡· ─────── · ·

You slipped into the private library in the House of Wind, humming slightly to yourself. The faint scent of crackling embers and something else indiscernible met your nose as the door slammed shut behind you but you brushed it off, figuring it must've come from the fireplace on the other side of the large room. 

You meandered to the section that was filled with romance books—the ones Nesta had made sure to stock up on ever since she became the owner of this place along with Cassian. You brushed your fingers against the spines of the books, pulling out some that had interesting titles and stacking them in your arms. 

A Heart Ablaze.

The Prince of Fire.

Your skirt flitted against the tops of your boots as you walked. You bit your lip, pulling out another book. This one titled, The Flames that Bind Us. You’d read it before but it was one of your favorites. 

“You should be a bit more aware of your surroundings, bunny. You have no idea what sort of monsters are lurking around.”

You gasped, jumping in fright and dropping your stack of books to place a hand on your chest. You whirled around with a wildly beating heart. 

You had recognized the voice immediately but you were still taken aback to see Eris lounging in one of the armchairs by the fireplace. He was sprawled out in the chair like it was his throne, a glass of whiskey in one hand and his other lightly stroking the soft velvet of the armrest. His red hair gleamed the same color as the burning flames behind him. 

Your gaze dipped to his chest, to his cream colored tunic that had a few buttons undone, exposing the silver layered jewelry resting against his chest. He wore dark brown breeches, perfectly tailored for his long legs and brown riding boots. How he managed to make such casual clothing look elegant and refined was beyond you. 

When you met his eyes again, those devastating amber eyes, Eris gave you a fox-like grin that looked anything but friendly. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you bent down to pick up the books you had dropped. You held them against your chest like a shield. 

“That is no way to address a Lord,” Eris purred. 

You huffed, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

“Apologies, my Lord,” you replied, sarcastically. “What a delight it is to see you again. What brings you to our humble court?”

Eris’s eyebrows rose in amusement. 

“If you must know, I’m here for a meeting with your High Lord and Lady,” Eris said. “Pray tell, what are you doing here, bunny?” 

His eyes darted to the books in your arms and you blushed, trying to discreetly cover the titles. Eris didn’t need to know your reading preferences. 

“If you must know,” you said, mocking him, “I live here.” 

You split time between here and the River House. Mostly because Nesta had once accused you of favoring Feyre. You hated nothing more than to be used as a pawn against your sisters. But being the youngest, your role in the family oftentimes required you playing mediator between your siblings. Sometimes, messenger too. 

“Poor little bunny,” Eris teased. “Locked up here in a cage.” 

“Stop calling me that!”

You glared at the handsome Lord, hating the way that made him seem even more amused. 

Eris said nothing, just twirled the glass in his hands as his eyes assessed you. You felt the hairs on your arms stand up, felt a chill run down your spine at his look. His smirk never left his face. You were quite sure he had been born wearing it. 

“Don’t you normally meet with Rhys and Feyre in Hewn City?” you asked, unable to take the silence. You should probably leave, but something kept your feet glued to the floor. 

Eris shrugged. “Sure, when our business involves Keir.” 

He spat out the older male’s name with disgust. 

“I’m surprised they didn’t order you to stay in your room knowing I was here,” he continued, his amusement back once more. “Can’t let the little bunny be ensnared by a fox again.”

His grin was more of a display of teeth. It did nothing to quell your nerves. 

“They never tell me anything,” you murmured, annoyed.

Your lips slammed shut when one of Eris’s eyebrows raised, like you had just unknowingly passed along information you shouldn’t have. 

The doors to the library slammed open and you jumped, sucking in a breath at the sudden noise. Azriel stormed in, his eyes narrowed at Eris. You suddenly felt tense, sensing the way the energy seemed to shift in the room. He stopped once he was in front of you, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“What are you doing here?” he hissed at the redhead. “You’re supposed to be waiting for Rhys and Feyre in the war room.” 

Eris didn’t seem frightened in the slightest, unlike most fae did when staring down the shadowsinger.

He plucked a piece of lint from his tunic, unbothered. “Apologies, shadowsinger. I got lost.” 

You doubted that and by Azriel’s growl, you realized he did too. He turned to look down at you, his lips pressed in a straight line with a stern look. 

“Go,” Azriel barked, nodding his head towards the door. You bristled at the command, as if you were a dog he could order around.

But it was Eris who stood to his full height and snarled, “Don’t speak to her like that.” 

Your eyes widened in surprise. You stepped out from around Azriel to see Eris staring down the shadowsinger. You swore the flames in the fireplace grew, the crackling of the wood the only thing breaking the tense silence. 

You shifted on your feet, clearing your throat as the temperature rose—Azriel’s shadows growing with it. You placed a hand on Azriel’s shoulder, trying to calm him.

“I’ll leave,” you said softly, glancing up at Eris but his focus was on your hand touching Azriel, a muscle in his jaw ticking.

“It was lovely speaking to you again, my Lord,” you said, sarcastically, bowing your head at Eris. At the sound of your voice, you watched as Eris’s mask slipped right back into place, all the tension leaving his body. 

His gaze met yours and he shot you his infamous fox-like grin. “Indeed, Lady.” 

Azriel growled, lowly, and that was your sign to leave. You scurried out of the room, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach—the ones that had been there since the moment you laid eyes on the handsome Lord of Fire.

· · ─────── ·♡· ─────── · ·

It had taken a lot of persuasion on your part, but you had finally talked Rhys and Feyre into letting you have more of a role in their court. They had decided to let you shadow Lucien as an emissary, but so far the only place you had gone with him to was the human realm—not that you minded.

You were currently in the deserted manor that Vassa, Jurian and Lucien were now living in since the end of the war. You had just had a meeting and dinner with them, but out of politeness, had offered to clean up which left you in the kitchen alone, scrubbing dishes. You supposed you could’ve used magic, but decided on doing it the only way you knew how: the human way.

“I thought I smelt a bunny in here.”

You let out a squeak of surprise, dropping the plate you were drying back into the filled basin. Water and soap splashed all around you, speckling the smock you wore over your dress and the counter. 

You yanked a small hand towel free and began to blot at the water spots as you whirled around to face Eris. The grin he wore only infuriated you even more. 

“Must you always sneak up on me?” you grumbled, tossing the towel back on the counter. 

“You need to be more aware of your surroundings, bunny,” Eris purred. 

“Oh, for Gods’ sake, stop calling me that!” 

“Perhaps when it stops to suit you so well.”

“It doesn’t suit me now,” you argued back. “I am not some little bunny.” 

“Are you sure about that?” Eris took a step towards you but something about his demeanor made you mirror his step backwards, your backside hitting the counter behind you. His grin sharpened at your movement.

“Are you scared of me, bunny?”

Your cheeks flushed, your heart skipped a beat in your chest. 

“N-no,” you stuttered. 

He took a step closer, that fox-like grin still on his face.

“Really?” Eris mocked. “You seem quite scared.” 

“You tend to have that effect on everybody.” 

“Do I?” 

You knew he was teasing you, but it didn’t stop your heart from pounding nor did it do anything to quell the butterflies in your stomach. He was close enough now that you had to tilt your head back to look up at him. You had almost forgotten how tall he truly was.

You nodded, losing your voice as he took another step closer.

“And why is that?” 

You cleared your throat, your hands finding the edge of the counter behind you so you could brace yourself. “It probably has to do with your reputation.” 

“I have a reputation?”

The question sounded more like a joke on his tongue. Eris raised his eyebrows at you in suggestion and you swallowed audibly. 

He took another step closer, now easily within reach of you. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, a small tremble shook your legs. But it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. It was more like anticipation. But for what? That was the part you couldn’t figure out. 

“You know you do,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “You’ve gone to great lengths to make sure of it.” 

Something inside of you could see the mask Eris liked to wear. Another step closer and you could feel the heat coming from his body. It seemed to reach out to you, like standing near a warm fire. Your body softened in response. 

“You’re right. I have,” Eris cooed. “But I don’t care about everyone. I want to know if you are scared of me.”

He was so close now, only inches away from you, his handsome face looming over you. The sun setting caused a golden hue to stream through the window, making his crimson hair shine like molten metal.

“No,” you whispered, your head now fully tilted up to look at him. “But I think…I think I should be.” 

Based on everything you had been told about him, at least. 

Eris’s eyes darkened as he gazed down at you. The silence was thick, the tension in your body heightened. You were captive to his stare—to those whiskey amber eyes. Something ached terribly in your chest. 

Eris reached out a hand, hooking some of your hair behind a pointed ear. He leaned down, resting his hands on the counter behind you, caging you in. It almost seemed as if he was going to kiss you but instead his mouth landed by your ear.

“You’re right, bunny,” he purred. “You should be.” 

A chill ran down your spine as Eris stood back up. He seemed to relish in the way your body had responded to him, his grin turning smug and haughty. You should step away from him. Logically, you knew you should move. But something kept your feet ensnared—just like that day in the library. 

His stare held an intensity that made your mouth dry. Something loomed beneath–the weight of all the secrets he seemed to keep. Your eyes were a stark contrast to his. Wide and full of every emotion that ran through you, no deception to be found. 

Footsteps coming towards the door to the kitchen broke whatever spell you had been under. In a blink of an eye, Eris was almost on the other side of the room, his back resting against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.

The doors pushed open and Lucien walked in. He paused on the threshold, his eyes narrowing on his brother before they drifted to you. He looked you up and down, as if he was inspecting you for damage. Seeming content that you were in one piece, he glanced warily at Eris. 

He rolled his eyes at his brother’s grin. 

“Leave Y/n alone,” Lucien grumbled. “She doesn’t like your little games. Come, you requested a meeting with me. Let’s get this over with so I take her home.” 

He nodded his head towards the door before leaving Eris to follow him. Eris gave you one last parting look on his way out. A look that would linger in your mind for the following weeks. 

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The Dawn Court was radiant and you couldn’t stop spinning in circles, taking in the opalescent golden stone palace, grand staircases and ornate archways. Morning glories wrapped around pillars, drooping wisterias hung from every railing. It was beautiful, breathtaking. You could hardly believe your eyes.

You smoothed down the skirt of your midnight blue ball gown, feeling slightly out of place amongst all the pretty pastel colors of the Dawn Court. It was the first time you’d been out of the Night Court, besides that slight, accidental trip to Autumn. 

Later today, you would be meeting with the rest of the High Lords, as well as Vassa and her court to discuss a peace treaty. Rhys had insisted on bringing you despite Feyre’s hesitation. But he had made the point that the humans might take more kindly to someone familiar, someone who used to be like them. 

Nesta had been the first choice, but she and Cassian were still away on their mating vacation. Elain had been set to come today instead of you until Rhys had found out that Lord Nolan and Graysen would be attending the meeting and thus, Elain was spared the uncomfortable reunion and you were put in her place.

Not that you were complaining. You were excited to finally be involved.

The courtier from Dawn led your group to the suite your court would be staying in. It was carved from sunstone, with a lavish sitting area and private dining room—all decorated beautifully with jewel-toned fabrics and cushions stacked along the thick carpet. Bird cages hung from the ceiling in the corner of the room, right next to a large window that overlooked the countryside.

Once the courtier left, Rhys was quick to throw up several wards around the room. “Don’t get too comfortable yet. Eris is slipping by to meet before the official gathering.”

Mor groaned and plopped down on a settee, throwing her arm over her eyes. 

“Perhaps you’d like to go rest for a spell in your room, Y/n?” Your sister suggested.

You saw her words for what they were though. They didn’t want you around when Eris came. You might’ve tried to argue against it but decided to not push your luck today. They were already letting you come to the meeting.

You gave her a small nod and disappeared into one of the rooms. Still feeling a bit nauseated from all the winnowing, you laid down on the soft bed and drifted off into a mid afternoon nap. 

It only felt like a second had gone by when you eventually woke. You cursed as you looked out the small bay window, seeing the sun far lower than it had been when you had fallen asleep. You rose quickly and smoothed out your hair and dress. 

You sat down at a small vanity and touched up your makeup before finally leaving your room, not even checking if they were still in a meeting with Eris or not, not wanting to be late.

Your door creaked open and several heads twisted your way—including a very handsome one with flaming red hair. You blinked in surprise, your cheeks turning a bit pink at the sudden attention.

“My apologies,” you murmured, embarrassed. “I didn’t know we still had company.”

Your eyes darted to your sister, hoping she wasn’t upset with you, but Feyre’s face didn’t falter. Her eyes only softened as she looked at you. “It’s okay, we’re almost done here anyways.” 

Eris shot up suddenly, knocking his chair back.

“What is she doing here?” he hissed. 

Your eyes widened in shock, taken aback by both his words and his tone. Rhys’s eyebrows raised and Feyre frowned at the redhead.

“What does it matter to you?” Rhys asked, his face carefully blank. 

Eris scoffed and straightened out the sleeves of his coat. The frazzled look in his eye flickered away and his perfectly crafted mask was back in place. “It matters little to me. But considering you’ve gone to such lengths keeping her hidden, I’m surprised you’d allow her here knowing who will be at this meeting. My father is going to be displeased to know that you have not three but four Made females residing in your court now. It might make him…less agreeable.”   

“You think having her here is going to cause problems with your father?”

“I know having her here is going to cause problems with my father.” 

You bristled at the way you were being spoken about as if you weren't standing in the very same room as them. 

“Why should we care about your father’s feelings on the matter?” Azriel spat out, crossing his arms. 

“You want him to sign your little peace treaty, do you not?” Eris sneered at Azriel, his tone full of condescension. 

“We also need the humans to agree upon the treaty,” Feyre cut in. “And Y/n has been working with your brother as an emissary to gain their trust. Since Lucien cannot be here, it is vital that she is present at this meeting.” 

“You're delusional if you think it’s going to be harder to get the humans to sign the treaty than my father,” Eris said in that haughty tone of his. “He still thinks about that kernel of power you took from him. Power is all that matters to him and having all four made sisters in your court is going to be an issue in his eyes.” 

“We have other ways to entice your father,” Rhys said with a shrug.

You were still taken aback, unable to even form words to leave your mouth. You hadn’t been aware that your presence would cause such drama. You were nothing. No one. Just another Archeron sister. You didn’t even have powers outside the normal High Fae ones, like summoning things and winnowing. 

You didn’t miss the blink of fear that passed through Eris’s eyes, but no one else seemed to catch it. He still stood, his palms now pressed against the table separating him from the rest of your court. 

“Why is it that no one knows about her, anyways?” he asked. “Why is it that all reports only mention the other two sisters being put in the Cauldron and not Y/n?”

A shiver ran down your spine at the sound of your name on his lips. But whatever feeling that was passed as a memory of that horrid day came at the reminder of the Cauldron. 

“Put the little one in first,” the King of Hybern ordered, smugly, as he kept eye contact with Feyre. She was pleading with him to let you go. Pleading and begging with her own life. You knew why he chose you to go in first. He knew that it would cause Feyre more grief, more stress.

The feeling of hands all over you as you fought against your binds. Hands that were dragging you closer and closer to the huge Cauldron that sat in the middle of the room. You were screaming through your gag. Tears were streaming down your face. 

You could even hear your sister’s ex lover demanding the King put a stop to this. 

“She is just a girl, a child,” someone in the room hissed. “Stop this!”

And you supposed you were—especially to the fae. You were almost seventeen, your birthday falling on the Autumn equinox, when both day and night were equal lengths. It was all you kept thinking about as you were dragged to the Cauldron.

Four months.

Four months until Autumn. 

And then you had been pushed underneath the dark water and your humanity had been stripped away from you.

Your heart was pounding at the thought of that day, of everything that had happened afterwards. Eris’s eyes flickered to you for a moment and you got the sense that he almost knew where your mind had drifted. Feyre gave you a look of concern. 

It struck you now that it had been three years since that day. 

Three years.

Three years since your life had been forever changed.

“Your contacts must not be very good at their jobs,” Rhys said in answer to Eris’s question. But you were also pondering it. Why is it that most of Prythian did not know of your existence? Why is it that the reports of that day only ever mention Nesta and Elain?

Eris didn’t look like he believed Rhysand either. 

“Fine, whatever, I don’t have time to argue with you. My father is expecting me back any moment now,” Eris finally said, standing to his full height. His gaze drifted to you for a second before he glared down at Rhys. 

“Send her away,” he spoke through his teeth and then he winnowed away, leaving only crackling embers in his wake. 

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a/n: I got a lil inspired by that tiktok audio that’s like “I’m spooky? Do you think I’m spooky?” or whatever for the kitchen scene if you couldn’t tell haha. I hope this second part did not disappoint! So sorry for how long you guys had to wait to read it!

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[serpentface]

The god Od depicted in a symbolic representation of the word's creation as a docile bull awaiting sacrifice at the altar.

It carries the foundations of the world in its horns (via a very old cross and wheel motif representing cyclical totality, now mostly used as a visual shorthand for the world). It has three sets of horns in the form of the lunar crown, a mostly obsolete symbol of Wardi royalty. The altar is decked with an orange lily motif, after a hardy native water lily capable of regrowth in waters that dry seasonally. This symbol of rebirth and fertility in a sacrificial scene evokes the sacrifice-rebirth cycle initiated by Od's primordial slaying, which is fundamental to the world's functioning.

This is a rundown on interpretations of the god Od, a deity that has a long history in the lands surrounding the Mouth of the eastern inner seaway, and the impact (or lack thereof) of its primordial sacrificial nature in religious practice.

The god Od appears in religious practices throughout the region, having the utmost significance to the Imperial Wardi faith and lesser or separate significance elsewhere. The five religious practices wherein variants of Od has longstanding historical significance are the Burri Faith, the (Imperial) Wardi faith, the Old or 'Heathen' Wardi faith, the faiths of the Hill Tribes, and the Wogan faith.

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The name Od and most significant elements of this god have origins in the Burri faith, which was transferred across the sea to the Wardi, Wogan, and Hill Tribes in the time of its second and third empire.

The Burri Od is described as having been the first being. The universe began as a cosmic sea and empty, eternal sky, loosely representative of a primordial and fundamental female and male dualism. Od appeared at their borders as a result of their interfacing, in the form of a giant aurochs or bison whose hooves touched the seafloor and horns touched the sky. He dipped his head down to the silt and lifted it out of the sea in his horns, thus forming the foundations of the world. His semen spilled into the cosmic sea and created the first seven gods, who then killed and divided their father, giving the world its form with his body.

While significant to the creation story, Od is of relatively little importance in everyday practice of the Burri faith and is not commonly worshiped (rather his seven children are, as they were the original and most powerful group of gods and created life).

Though the Burri Od takes on a sacrificial role in creation, animal sacrifice is not central to the Burri faith and is only performed in specific contexts (some festivals and holidays, in times of great strife, and to a few specific gods within a wide pantheon). The Burri faith does not involve a sacrifice-rebirth cycle as foundational to the world's functioning and god's health, and offerings are instead mostly gifts to please and rightly venerate the gods (or avert the malice of less savory deities). Offerings of food, drink, and precious materials are preferred by most gods. When animal sacrifice does occur, bulls ARE generally favored, as a reflection of their primordial counterpart.

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The modern/Imperial Wardi Od is partly an import of the Burri tradition, which fused with both native monotheistic/animist worldviews and animal cults during the reign of the 2nd Burri Empire and developed into a new faith, which has presently become the state religion of the Wardi Empire.

‘Od’ in the Imperial Wardi context is best translated as capital G ‘God’ (anyone saying 'God' is, in-universe, saying the word 'Od'). Its creation of the world plays out in a very similar fashion, but the first human life (rather than other gods) is created by Its semen mingling with the cosmic sea. It willingly sacrificed Its body at the hands of the first people, who formed the world with its remains. Its shed blood spattered the earth and can be found today as meteoric iron, and animal life emerged from the mingling of the blood and the soil. Its death initiated the eternal cycle of sacrifice/death and rebirth, with each begetting the other and necessary for the world to function.

Od's body is dead and the world is Its corpse, but Its spirit survives in seven 'faces' which govern specific functions of reality and society. The connection of Its spirit to Its body is maintained by right practice, right prayer, and right sacrifice (in the form of food/drink offerings, bloodletting, common sacrifices of animals and occasional sacrifices of people).

The Imperial Wardi Od is generally regarded as genderless and dual-sexed, and referred to with a unique deified pronoun most effectively translated as capital I 'It'. Its sex is of relatively little significance to everyday religious practice, and discussions of Its dualism are more likely to occur in scholarly and philosophical contexts (like debates on the minutia of how Its semen, milk, and menstrual blood are all mentioned in old accounts of creation, and how the implications of this should translate to body politics and taboo).

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The Old Wardi or ‘Heathen’ Wardi faith is a separate branch of old ethnic Wardi religion with significantly less Burri influence. This is a minority practice that only survives intact in isolation. Its practitioners are often hostile to all foreign influence and the Imperial Wardi faith, and suffer minority status and religious suppression.

Its version of Od is a more intact surviving remnant of ancient Wardi monotheism, as an androgynous creator god who lost physical form in the act of creation, and lives on as innumerable spirit aspects of its whole. This deity is referred to as Od in describing its primordial form, but is mostly referred to as a unique word for spirit, which is 'the Koya'. Practitioners of the old faith often identify the seven-faced Od as a twisted, foreign misinterpretation of the Koya. 

This practice is somewhat animistic in nature and involves veneration of individual spirits that form a larger whole. Every aspect of the world has a spirit (plants, animals, minerals, bodies of water, etc) that exist in an ideal balance and as strands of an interconnected death-rebirth cycle. Each spirit is referred to as 'the [noun]-koya'. All discrete forms of life/matter have at least one attached Koya, while living beings also have a soul (which is separate from the Koya and reincarnated upon death).

Each Koya exists as a quintessential essence (ex: the lion-koya, the maize-koya, the iron-koya, the salt-koya) rather than separate individual objects having separate individual Koya, though unique landmarks do have their own (the Brilla River-koya is separate from the Yellowtail River-koya, though both share the freshwater-koya). Each individual may have multiple spirits (geese have the goose-koya, but also the bird-koya, the freshwater-koya, etc), a system that categorizes the world by intrinsic natures and precisely dictates how each physical body has unique metaphysical significance.

Animal sacrifice plays a somewhat similar role in Old Wardi religion to Imperial Wardi religion in the sense that it intends to maintain the stability and oneness of the divine spirit and a death-rebirth cycle. In this case, in freeing part of the spirit, balance can be brought to the Koya totality and restore the death-rebirth cycle. (Ex- in times of drought, the sacrificial release of the migratory goose-koya can encourage the return of the rains). This is far from the only way to re-balance the Koya. The most significant rites come in the form of songs that summon, release, or expel individual Koya as needed.

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The Od of the Hill Tribes is a mingling of the Burri/Wardi Od and a much older goddess of fertility and agriculture, and is strongly associated with cattle and barley. This version of Od did not create the world and is only one of many gods, though she is said to have been born from the sea and carried up fertile soils with her (which is likely a direct result of Burri/Wardi influence). A few tribes venerate Od as a chief or patron god, though none are fully monotheistic (outside of converts on individual or clan levels).

She has a distant common ancestor with the Finn goddess Morgren (as the various Hill Tribes are descendants of a single proto-Finn population who migrated across the Viper seaway in prehistory), who is also a goddess of agriculture associated with fertility and barley (though in Morgren’s case, she is THE god of the staple crop barley and lacks the cattle association, and has no direct influence from the Burri/Wardi Od whatsoever)

Most of the tribes of Greathill do not practice animal sacrifice but offer grain and fruit to Od, and create a sanctified mix of crushed barley and oil that is anointed on livestock and people to confer Od's blessings of fertility. In some cases, the dominant cow in each herd is considered to belong to Od and will not be milked or slaughtered, and is buried with full rites upon its death.

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The Od of the Wogan religion is distant to the rest of her counterparts, though has absorbed some Burri and modern Wardi elements over time and is referred to by the same name (a definite foreign import). She shares the fertility aspect ubiquitous to other Od variants, and is occasionally depicted as a cow.

She is a goddess of the earth and sea, who was wed to Iapedi, the god of the sky. The ocean is functionally her womb (which may be trace Burri/Imperial Wardi influence, or merely coincidental) and all life emerged from within. 

These are the only two true gods to the Wogan, though there is an additional element wherein the mating of Od and Iapedi also created innumerable spirits found throughout nature that act as an animating life-force. The concept is very similar to the Old Wardi '-Koya' (as the two faiths had close common ancestry), though this one lacks the sort of taxonomical system of its counterpart, and only ascribes spirits to living things. Each spirit in the Wogan religion is distinct (rather than each type of animal, plant, etc potentially having multiple spirits), and the spirits existing in each body are part of a greater whole that exists as a sentient consciousness that can be communed with (ex: each lion has A lion spirit, all part of The lion spirit, the latter of which can be engaged with).

Wogan religion strongly retains ancient animal cult practices common across the ancient Wardi-Wogan sphere, some of which have been translated into the faces of God in the Imperial Wardi context (both religions share commonalities of lions, snakes, albatross, migratory ducks, and cattle being significant sacred animals). The function of animal worship to the Wogan is communication and interface with the greater spirit of each animal (which can range anywhere from gaining personal blessing and protection, to dispelling plague, to 'lay off on eating our crops').

The Wogan faith does not involve animal sacrifice (though ancient variants almost certainly did). This is connected to traditional vegetarianism among the Wogan (as a means to avoid offending animal spirits), which some view as a point of pride and a mark of distinction against their Imperial Wardi majority.

[sivyera]

DATING MALE CELEBRITIES WOULD INCLUDE...

ft. tyler hoechlin, jacob elordi, tom cruise, jeremy sumpter, robert pattinson, cillian murphy, henry cavill, tom hardy, sam worthington, tom felton, rupert grint

a/n: i was focused on actors that doesn't get much attention but if you have any other celebrity in mind, please let me know in the comments! also i don't know if this is good because i included their favourite things, hobbies etc (with you ofc) just to make it more detailed and not boring... so i hope you guys like it:) if you want more detailed fic or just about one celebrity, let me know!

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⤷ Tyler Hoechlin

-Tyler writes you love letters. Pretty often. When he cannot be with you or is busy with his job, he'll sit down at night when he's alone and write you a letter about how much he misses you, how he's doing and about his job.

-Tyler loves sports, mostly baseball. So he'll take you with him to play baseball; he doesn't care if you don't know how, he will be happy when you just throw a ball to him. He'll take you to hockey matching or ice skating, if you don't know how to ice skate, don't worry he'll gladly teach you.

-He can talk a bit Spanish so he'll sometimes call you by Spanish pet names like cariño, mi amor or querida. And he'll be all cheesy about it which makes you laugh but it's also really sweet when he does that.

-Tyler loves his family so he was a bit nervous when he first introduced you to them, because their opinion mattered to him but he also loved you. But his nervousness disappear right after you and his family clicked. His family loves you which makes Tyler so happy.

-He plays guitar so he often plays to you. He loves how your eyes light up when he plays, he just loves making you happy and if he's making you happy by playing on his guitar, he'll gladly play all day.

-Tyler also loves traveling so when he has a week off, he takes you somewhere to the forest camping or to the ocean to relax, depends where you wanna go.

⤷ Jacob Elordi

-Jacob would post you on his instagram like ALL THE TIME. On his stories or just regular post because he loves to show you of. He will also post the most random photos of you that you didn't even know he took. But he loves every single one of them.

-Because of his role on 'the kissing booth' he learned how to drive a motorcycle so sometimes he takes you for a ride, it makes the both of you feel so free and you are with each other.

-No surprise that Jacob loves sports. His most favourite are basketball and surfing. Which means he takes you to play basketball with him or watch him how he plays with his friends, cheering for him ofc. When it comes to surfing he'll gladly teach you but again he prefers when you cheer for him or just watch him after that you two will have a playful fight in water.

-Jacob is a huge cuddle bug and he just loves when you lay on his chest so he can wrap his big arms around your tiny figure. When he cannot cuddle with you he will have one of his arms on your shoulder or around your waist.

-Jacob is actually a fan of poetry so you often find him reading it, but he will be over the moon if you read him his favourite poetries. You two will also have deep conversations about the true meanings of the poetries.

-He's a huge dog lover so it will be no surprise of you two get a dog, maybe two.

-He will get your name tattooed on his chest close to his heart. And you two will get matching tattooes.

⤷ Tom Cruise

-Tom loves skydiving which makes you a bit worried all the time since it's a extreme sport but if you are also a fan of extreme sports than he'll take you with him.

-Tom likes junk food like chips, fries, coca-cola etc. so you two have almost everything that comes to your mind at home. When you two watch a movie and cuddle on the sofa, he always has some chips or popcorn.

-He loves when you read to him and he really appreciate it because he loves hearing your voice and he has dyslexia which makes it hard for him to read. He usually lays on your chest while you read to him and play with his hair.

-He's a pilot and he own several aircraft so when you need to relax and he needs to take a break from his job, you just get into one of them and fly wherever you two wants.

-Tom loves under water scenes, which makes him love water. Like I said when you two needs to take a break from work and the fame, you fly in is aircraft somewhere and the 'somewhere' it's mostly somewhere where is hot weather or beach or ocean/sea.

-Tom is famous for doing all of his stunts because he's a adrenaline junky but it makes you sometimes worried because it can be dangerous. He always make sure that after a stunt he goes to you, tells you he's okay and kiss you.

⤷ Jeremy Sumpter

-Jeremy loves traveling and his favourite color is green, which leads you two take a trip to the forest, pretty often. Just walking around, listening to the singing birds, holding each others hands and having silly or deep conversation, depends on the day and mood.

-Jeremy is a dog lover. He has a dog named Bear and he takes him on the trips to the forest you two go. Bear absolutely loves you which makes Jeremy happy.

-He loves your cooking but he himself is a bad cook so he either helps you, but you have to give him detailed informations or he just hugs you from behind and watch you cook. If you make his favourite food he will be the happiest man alive, his favourite food are spaghetti.

-Jeremy also loves sport and to his favourite ones belongs baseball and soccer. He used to play them when he was a kid so his mom shows you some of his photos where he is in a dress or something. He also takes you on matches and explains you all the rules.

-He also loves water and swimming, so when you two goes on some vacation is usually somewhere to the ocean.

-Jeremy loves the movie called 'The Deer Hunter' so you two watch it like all the time while cuddling on the sofa or bed. His face in your neck, his arms around your waist and your hand playing with his blond curls.

⤷ Robert Pattinson

-Robert is a music lover, he wrote few songs and he can also sing pretty well so it was no surprise when he wrote a song about you, then sing it to you while playing on the piano.

-He's fluent in French so when he's feeling extra romantic or just in a playful mood, he will talk to you in French or call you by some French pet names like Mon amour or Mon chéri, otherwise he calls you darling, my love or baby.

-Robert loves cooking and when is it with you, he's even more happy to do it. Sometimes when you are exhausted from job, he'll prepare you a nice dinner and visa verse.

-You two watch war, drama or horror movies together. For example 'The Exorcist' or 'Come and See' are the type of movies you two watch together, because he's a fan of paranormal same as you, which leads to deep conversations. Rob is hugging you from behind while still laying down on your shared bed. Him kissing the back of your head once in a while.

-Robert is a dog lover, he always helps the homeless dogs but he can never keep them. You two will soon get a dog and it will be one of the best decisions Rob could ever make (the first, best one was to start dating you).

-Rob is literature fan which means picnic dates. You two somewhere private, laying on a picnic blanket with some homemade food, reading books and then having deep conversations about them.

⤷ Cillian Murphy

-Cillian also loves music so it will be no surprise if he will made a song about you and he'll gladly sing it to you. He didn't write you just a one song, you have a full album of his songs that he gave you.

-At nights were you have a trouble to fall asleep, he will read to you. He will read you another chapter of your favourite book or poems he wrote (they are often about you). After he's done reading, he'll hug you tight with your head placed on his chest, rubbing small circles on your back with kiss on your forehead.

-Cillian is also a big fan of literature and he loves when you give him recommendations. He doesn't care what genre the book is (detective, romance, horror,...) if you recommended it to him, he will read it.

-You two end up getting a dog or a cat, maybe both. Because Cillian is an animal lover, you will do most of the job around the dog/cat because Cillian is often really busy but he'll always make a time for you.. and the dog/cat.

-He's big fan of a Liverpool football club so you two will often be seen on their games with matching t-shirts and caps.

-His favourite part of the day will be night (or every day time he can spend with you) because he can read to you, have you in his arms, cuddled up to his chest while placing soft kisses on your forehead, cheek, lips, neck (any part he can reach)

⤷ Henry Cavill

-Henry, to your surprise, loves playing games on his PC. When he plays he'll have you sat on his lap with his arms idly wrapped around you while still having his hands on the controller/mouse. From time to time he'll kiss any part of your skin he can reach (cheek, neck,..).

-He rides a motorcycle and he loves when you wanna ride with him. Your arms wrapped around his waist while just riding around with no care in the world.

-Henry can speak a bit of Italian, French and Spanish and if you will help him to get better in those languages, he'll be so grateful. But this 'learning dates' you two have never goes as you planned, because he is always distracted by your beauty.

-He also loves cooking so if you had a bad day, Henry is already waiting at your house with dinner and fresh flowers.And for dessert, a warm bath with soft kisses all over your face.

-Henry can ride a horse so one of his ideas for date is a picnic at beautiful meadow but getting there on horses. If you can't ride a horse that's fine, you will sat behind him, if you can ride a horse maybe you two will even race who's gonna be there first.

-He loves cuddling you, because you feel so small in his big arms. He loves having his arms wrapped around you because it makes him feel like he's protecting you but when you stroke his hair he absolutely melts into you.

⤷ Tom Hardy

-Tom LOVES motorcycles. And he LOVES you, which means that you and him are often seen by paparazzi on his motorcycle either just for a simple ride or with packed things ready to sleep somewhere in the woods in tent or something similar.

-Tom loves challenges, so on these trips on his motorcycle, he makes sure there are some adrenaline, challenging stuff like jumping off of a cliff to clear cold water.

-Going into the gym together, watching him workout OR workout with him, but if you do work out with him he'll make sure to have easier workout with you because he's much stronger than you and he doesn't want you to hurt yourself.

-Tom loves reading comic books and he has one special comic book with Venom placed in the living room.

-He has a dog named Woody and when he's busy with acting, you will watch after him. Taking him out for walks, cuddling with him, playing with him and when he comes back and makes time for you and Woody, he'll make it up to the both of you.

-Tom has many tattoos all over his body so it's no surprise when one night when you two were making out you find out that he had you name tattooed on his lower belly near to his dick.

⤷ Sam Worthington

-Sam loves rock climbing for two main reasons, it's a excellent way how to relieve stress (besides spending time with you) and he can show off his back muscles, because he knows you love it.

-He's a lover of extreme sports so you can often be a bit worried that something can happen to him, but he always calms you down a bit with a kiss on your forehead. If you wanna try some of extreme sports with him, he'll be so happy.

-He's also a nature lover so trips are usually somewhere quiet and in nature, forest, meadow,... he loves going on trips with you because you two can be alone in peace and he can have you all to himself.

-He's an australian so it's no surprise he loves surfing. If you never tried it he will teach you but he won't be much focused on teaching, he's focused more on you and your beauty.

-Sam loves music AND he can play on the guitar and drums. He will take the guitar on the trips you two have, playing some songs you love on the guitar to you at the campfire.

-He also draws a lot. Many of his drawings are you or for you or of your favourite things. Please don't mind him, he just loves everything about you.

⤷ Tom Felton

-Everyone knows that Tom never left the Harry Potter fandom and you love Harry Potter as well, so it wasn't surprise when Tom posted you and him in a Harry Potter merch (him in Slytherin colors and you in your own house colors) on his instagram.

-He has a dog named Willow so his wallpaper is you holding Willow in your arms with Harry Potter merch on you (Willow has his Slytherin scarf and you have his Slytherin sweatsthirt)

-Again Tom as many other actors, loves music. He writes songs, sings, plays on a guitar. Many of his songs includes you and Willow, your relationship or his emotions.

-He will have your name tattooed near to his collarbone with a little heart next to it.

-Tom will show off his skills on his skateboard. He can skate pretty well and he's always so smiley and happy when you compliment him. If you ask, he'll also teach you few basic tricks but prepare for some bruises from all the falls, he'll kiss you as many times as much bruises you will have.

-Tom loves when you give him back massages, doesn't matter if you massage him with some fancy oils and with you palms stroking up and down on his back with some gentle rubbs or he can lay on your chest and you can scratch his back with you nails.

⤷ Rupert Grint

-Rupert loves ice cream and at one time he bought a ice cream van and gave ice cream to all the actors from Harry Potter with you helping him. He'll often take you on a ice cream date or will cuddle you while watching movies and eating ice cream.

-One of his favourite actors is Jim Carrey, which means you two often watch movies where he played and you somehow managed to get him a autograph form Jim, which made him incredibly happy you can't even imagine.

-If you two are not watching movies with Jim Carrey then definitely MCU movies, because he's a fan of marvel.

-Rupert love Artic Monkeys so when you two bake together there is always one of their songs playing softly in the background. He will often mumble the lyrics without realizing and if you point it out, he'll blush.

-Rupert is a dog lover so you two often visit nearest shelters and play with the dogs there. Rupert and you fell in love with one of the dogs, dalmatian named Teddy, so you adopted him. After a year you bought another dog but this time not from a shelter but from a verified seller.

-He loves photographing and his favourite things to photograph is you and your dogs, no wonder that there are so many pictures of you two or the dogs around the house, but he keeps his favourite besides him on his night table.

[callmebrycelee]

I’m seeing discourse on Reddit regarding Tommy Kinard and him not being a good partner for Buck based on him a “bad guy”. I find this laughable because of the recurring characters we get on 9-1-1, Tommy has had one of the strongest arcs. Let’s start at the beginning.

In “Chimney Begins”, we do see Tommy somewhat participating in the toxic male culture established at the 118. Knowing what we know now, I can see Tommy doing this as a means of survival. He knows that at this time you can be gay and you can be a firefighter but you can’t be both. He’s doing what he can to stay under the radar.

It is heavily implied in “Hen Begins” that he played a role in the dismissal of the original captain of the 118 and by the time Bobby arrives, the culture at the 118 has changed considerably. It’s clear that he is liked by Bobby, Hen, and Chimney and it’s his departure that paves the way for Buck to join the team.

Even in his absence, he continued to aid his old team and when we are reintroduced to him in season 7, he’s an out and proud gay man who is happy with the direction his life is going in. He admits to feeling jealous of how far the 118 has come since he’s left. The 118 is everything he wishes he had when he was on the team.

Regarding Buck, Tommy has exhibited patience and kindness and understand. He’s taking a step back and letting Buck embark on his own journey of self discovery. He checks in to see if Buck is okay. He isn’t putting any pressure or expectations on what’s developing between them. He’s basically a safe space for Buck.

I don’t know about you all but everything I’ve just described sounds like growth. I never thought Tommy was a bad person when we were first introduced him but I think he’s a better version of himself now. Now, you may prefer Eddie for Buck - which is fine - but saying Tommy is bad for Buck because he’s a “bad guy” is frankly ignorant and disingenuous.

[leiatalon]

Ink and Intrigue: Romantasy IF

It's here! It's here! 🎉

Ink and Intrigue is published and you can play it now! ❤️‍🔥

Play the demo for free!

Heed magic's call! Find love on a lush tropical island among immortal warrior-mages as you explore ancient mysteries, craft dragon-rune tattoos, and discover your true loyalties. When mystery tempts, how do you answer?

Ink an Intrigue is a standalone Heart’s Choice IF romantasy adventure set in the same world as Their Majesties' Pleasure.

Plunge into a world where magic calls the passion in your soul.

Choose your kindred: a powerful dragon, a shapeshifting griffin, or a blue-lightning phoenix.

As you train to become a warrior-mage, do you romance or befriend a sexy tattoo artist, a feisty initiate, a playful sage, or a maverick with an unfulfilled quest?

Ink and Intrigue is an interactive high-heat fantasy novel by Leia Talon, where your choices control the story. It's entirely text-based—300,000 words and hundreds of choices, without graphics or sound effects—and fueled by the vast, unstoppable power of your imagination.

As a seasoned spy from the kingdom of Minare, you have been sent as an emissary to the Kitherin warrior-mages of Ra'zai, whose tattoos give them supernatural abilities and whose magical rites bond them to powerful creatures from another world.

But, as soon as you enter Ra'zai, you hear the call of the Kitherin. The magic has chosen you, and now, your fingertips tingle and your heart pounds. An unnamed need grows within, like a thirst that can't be quenched. Magic infuses your very breath.

As your magic expands, so does your heart. Which of your new Kitherin companions calls to you?

TEO: Are you attracted to Teo, the soft-spoken tattoo artist whose muscular body is covered in tattoos and whose eyes blaze with amber fire? When he paints dragon runes onto your skin, do you feel the power of his heart as well as his magic?

KAI: Or to Kai, whose dark hair contrasts with brilliant blue eyes: his mastery as a warrior is unmatched, but his quest to overturn a corrupt regime has earned him the opposition of the Kitherin Council.

RAE: Perhaps you prefer Rae, a feisty fellow initiate, with her dark skin and wicked smile. Rae's determination is legendary—she has failed the trials before, but never stops trying—and her boisterous spirit is unbreakable.

THEA: Or maybe Thea is the one for you, with her sea-green eyes and copper hair. Elegant and serene, dedicated guardian of the temple—but if you earn her trust, she will show you her playful side, and sing the songs of her Fae ancestors.

What does the call of the Kitherin mean for your duty to the crown? Will you confess the clandestine role you've played for your king, or keep your secrets and leave your past behind? What information will you send back? Will you use your position to build alliances with the Kitherin Council and other nations, or will you use your spy skills of blackmail and poison to get what you want?

Play as male, female, or nonbinary; gay, straight, bi, and/or asexual.

Romance a passionate artist, a serene sage, a feisty initiate, or a determined warrior.

Choose high-heat or sweet options, or avoid sex scenes entirely.

Form a psychic bond with a magical creature: choose a dragon, a griffin, or a phoenix.

Learn how to craft dragon-rune tattoos, and infuse your art with powerful magic.

Explore a lush island paradise crowned with ancient temples, peaceful healing gardens, a hidden library, and sun-swept beaches with the perfect waves for surfing.

Indulge in magic elixirs and delectable food as you revel under the full moon.

Dive through portals to strengthen your ties with your bonded creature, and explore other worlds!

When magic calls, where will your heart find its home?

Play the demo of Ink and Intrigue and try the first three chapters free to see if the adventure sucks you in!

Big shout out to everyone who has given feedback on the WIP demo and during beta testing. Thank you so much for your suggestions and for sharing in the excitement for this game!

I can't believe Ink and Intrigue is 300k words! It's actually upwards of 375k words including repeated text (much of which still has to be edited for different situations). I meant to write it much shorter, but I accidentally wrote a whole extra chapter during beta testing and added to all the paths.

There are so many gems to uncover in this game!

If you have any asks, hit me up! I'll do my best to answer. Just please be patient as sometimes I forget to check socials for days at a time. 🤣 After working for a year straight on this game I'm taking a breather. I'll rest, you play. Let me know what you think!

Play the first three chapters for free!

Ink and Intrigue is published by Heart's Choice, the romance division of Choice of Games. Game art by Adrien Valdes.

[odinsonslut]

Young

⊹ genre: Fluff mostly, minimal angst

⊹ pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin female reader

⊹ themes: Friends to lovers

⊹ summary: Fred rejected your advances, claiming you’re too young. You set out to seduce him, which backfires. Unwarranted comments were made in your presence, and George attempted to comfort you, finally explaining his fears and feelings in the process.

⊹ warnings: Swearing, third-party slut-shaming of the reader, mentions of an emotionally toxic relationship, very brief mention of drugs.

⊹ word count: 1.7k

⊹ a/n:  I don’t know why I’ve chosen to base this whole fic off of rejection yet again, but It’s completely different to the last, trust. A cute Fred one today because I’ve had a recent fixation on the twins and can’t seem to write for anyone else atm. 

Confidence has come naturally to you since the first day you walked through the castle doors. Many would wager that’s why you ended up in Slytherin over Hufflepuff. You’d never had issues letting people know how you felt about them; rejection had never been a concern or a fear simply because your self-assurance wasn’t so easily deteriorated. 

This wasn’t ever in question until two weeks ago. You hadn’t thought twice about approaching Fred after months of mutual teasing, or so you thought it was. You went to his spot on Gryffindor’s table in the morning, greeting him with a single pumpkin pasty. You waited till he took a bite out of it before making some quip that you couldn’t seem to, or rather didn’t want to remember, about owing you a kiss and maybe something more in return for it, to which he painfully, tragically mustered a chuckle past his lips, probably the most awkward position I’ve seen him in, before finally finding the words to let you down easily.

“You know I love you endlessly, but we’re friends” He could’ve just as easily stopped there, but he continued. 

“You’re just a little too young for me.”

Young

He briefly dated Amelia Farrow last spring, and she’s four months younger than you, so obviously, it wasn’t an age issue. He saw you as immature, a kid. He couldn’t even begin to picture you as attractive in any form. Actually, feeling affected as a result of rejection was unfamiliar; it was scary. How had you allowed yourself to feel enough for a man that your own stability suffered? As a result, you didn’t just feel hurt, you felt inferior, and that was harrowing enough in itself. 

You were just beginning to fall into another rant directing every expressional detail from the twitch of his bottom lip to the scrunch in his left brow when you were interrupted by a loud sigh.

“Babe, I couldn’t live a day without you, but swooning over a blood-traitor Weasley is way more than I can handle for the 7th time this morning”, Pansy quipped after a supportive kiss on my cheek.

“Give me a solution then”, you pleaded, faux pouting while hugging her thighs desperately.

“Seduce him, love; you’ve got the best ass on anyone in this entire school. Malfoy tells me he’s got a preference for it, says he lets a lot slip when they’re off smoking muggle grass.”

“Teach me how. You’re probably the only girl in our year every Slytherin male wants to shag a second time.”

-

It was the first quidditch match of the year, so naturally, you put on your uniform from 3rd year to cheer the team on. Malfoy found your overreaction to rejection amusing, like a fish out of water, to use his words, so he didn’t mind playing the role of the pawn in your game. You spent all game cheering Draco on, making sure you were just enthusiastic enough to attract Fred’s attention. 

The game finally came to an end. Gryffindor just barely scraped by, with Harry catching the snitch. I could already see Oliver Wood pushing Fred about, demanding a valid reason for his poor performance during the game. He pushed Wood off of him and stormed off with an exasperated look on his face.

I caught up to him a few feet away, deciding to skip past the jokes, figuring he wasn’t quite in the mood.

“Hey, you okay?” I timidly asked, reaching out to stroke his hand

“You sure move on quick, don’t you?” He spoke harshly, ignoring my question completely

“Are you serious? You reject me, then get mad at my attempts to move past that?” I shoved his shoulder, feigning annoyance. I knew exactly what I was doing, trying to prompt a reaction out of him.

“And what the hell are you wearing? Damn near sent Adrian Pucey spiralling into the benches with your ass out like that.”

“So I had both team’s beaters distracted, huh?”

“I wasn’t distracted so much as horrified.” He immediately followed

You shoved him playfully. “Shut up, weasel. You’re literally still staring at my tits.”

“You’re telling me you didn’t put that outfit on for me to stare at?” He whispered as we came to a halt just outside the quidditch changing rooms 

To my dismay, I couldn’t think of anything to do or say but scoff at him, to which his grin grew even bigger.

He turned to leave, my brain regaining activity without the pressure of his eyes in contact with mine.

“I put it on so you’d have a clearer image to jack off to tonight.”

I headed back to my dorm before he could get another word in.

-

I approached the great hall hand in hand with Daphne Greengrass, completely satisfied with the way I left things with Fred yesterday, convinced I’d won. The smile on my face immediately dropped as I heard the conversation taking place at the Gryffindor table.

“- he’s even got a Slytherin girl in his pocket, dressing up like a little slut just for him.”

“Tell me, Weasley, does she like it rough?”

“Seems like the kind of girl that’d take it in the back.”

Your heart dropped as you heard comments from miscellaneous men in the house, jeering over each other, collectively patting an angry-looking Fred on his back and shoulders in a congratulatory manner.  

We made eye contact. Before the men at his table sensed my presence, too, I broke away from Daphne and sprinted out of the Hall. I sank by a tree in front of the lake as I took shallow breaths.

What hurts is that every assumption they made about my character felt deserving. When did I become the girl so desperate for one man’s attention that I so pathetically made myself more sexually desirable in his eyes? So that his lust would cloud his judgement and throw me lay at the very least? I hadn’t even realised how delirious I was acting and how painfully obvious it was to everyone but me just how much more I clung to the idea of him. It was like a montage of clarity was playing in my brain, of the way I continued running up to the Gryffindor common room every morning, taking every opportunity to make what I thought was subtle physical contact with him. God.

I let out a little yelp when I finally opened my eyes. Fred sat right next to me, leaning his head against the tree the same way I was.

“God, you scared me half to death! fucking cunt” I muttered the last part, allowing my anger to peak through 

“I had Malfoy help me make sure those guys’ mouths stay shut. I’m sorry you had to hear that, and I’m sorry they were able to say more than two words without me hexing them and their mothers, to begin with. None of what any of them said is worth your care. They heard us talking outside the changing rooms yesterday. They’re all jealous little virgins that have-

“They were things I needed to hear” I cut him off before he fell into a rant that honestly wouldn’t have made a difference to the way I felt.

He looked at me incredulously, struggling to find the words to respond. 

“I was seeking your attention so incredibly desperately. It embarrasses me to think about it. You said no; I should’ve respected that and left it as it was. I took your reasoning personally, and for the way I’ve acted since that day, I apologise, truly,” I continued.

He sighed. “I only said what I said out of fear. I’m sure you remember I briefly dated a Hufflepuff girl in your year, Amelia. I made a mistake getting involved with her. She didn’t know how to separate love from attachment, and it got to a point her dependence on me started affecting her mental well-being, along with mine. Nobody saw much of me during the time we were dating because I was just so caught up with making sure she was okay since she relied on me completely. I didn’t realise  I was even allowed to have boundaries at all in a relationship. She constantly made me feel selfish and uncaring for wanting space or even just time with my family. When you told me how you felt about me, I had recovered from the relationship, but I hadn’t yet allowed myself to consider a future relationship with another person. I said what I thought I needed to say to avoid our relationship turning into the one I had with Amelia. But ever since you told me how you felt about me, it made me realise nothing about us has ever been platonic to me. I have never thought of you that way, and even when I tried to, I didn’t know how to look at you in any other way than lovingly. I feel so much for you. I could see myself loving you so easily. I’m just really afraid. I don’t know if I’m ready to navigate that all over again.”

It took me a while to respond, taking in everything he said in a state of such vulnerability. I noticed a stray tear on my skirt; it was his. I immediately reached out to hold his hands in comfort. I opened my mouth to respond but was cut off yet again.

“I will never allow anyone to say a word against you ever again, love.” He added

“I care a lot about you, Fred. I reacted the way I did, with such force and conviction, because it’s unfamiliar to me too, feeling so deeply for someone. Whatever you want to come from this, we can do. I want to learn to keep my independence through my feelings for you. I don’t think declaring something more than friendship will change things between us overnight, and I think all we need to do is keep being us.” 

“Okay”, he responded timidly but surely.

He could’ve just stopped there, but I’d come to learn that’s never something to expect from him.

“I absolutely did jack off to you last night, though.”

I kicked him in the shin as we walked back to the castle, hand in hand. 

End

✩ I DO NOT CONSENT TO HAVE ANY OF MY WRITING POSTED ON ANY EXTERNAL WEBSITES ✩

[johnbrand]

First Session

As a therapist, Jay understood that trust was key, that was why he was currently lounging back into the fainting couch as his client entered the room. Fairly short, pudgy, and deemed “hardly enticing” by an ex-boyfriend, Jay knew he did not come off as intimidating. But this trick of letting his client play the therapist-role during their first session had yet to fail him. So as he watched the tall, young, muscular male approach, Jay’s confidence did not once sway.

“Doctor?” the client’s voice held arrogance and lacked maturity.

“Michael,” Jay extended a hand, noting a smirk emerging from Michael’s face as his meaty mitt enveloped the therapist’s. While the jock was dressed in the local university’s gear, Jay was currently displaying one of his finest suits. “Jay will do just fine.”

“Alright, Jay,” Michael replied, testing it out. “Where would you like me to sit?”

I ushered him to the chair: “For our first session, I like to have clients take on my role. Learn more about me, get to know my background. Trust is a two-way street after all.”

A cocky weight befell the jock’s tone. “So I can ask about anything?”

Jay nodded. Michael took a moment before continuing, “Well I can see why you went into this line of work. The kinds of people you cure must trust an attractive guy like you to fix them.” 

Jay was not sure how to respond. For a second he wondered if Michael was trying to deploy some sort of superiority tactic. But Jay was being too hard on himself. He had fostered his share of boyfriends over the years. His sharp, angular face was typically enough to at least get his clients' attention. Maybe Jay’s pretty privilege did help him with his work.

“You’ll have to share your workout plan with me too. You look better than half the guys on the team,” Michael added.

Jay felt a little uncomfortable. Had he ever visited a gym before? Sure his body looked great. The chiseled abs and wide shoulders gave his torso a very athletic shape. But it felt strange to admit that Jay worked out that much, even if he could recall countless memories going to the gym and exercising. Jay took a moment to refocus back onto his client. If Michael really wanted to know his routine for a great body, he would be happy to oblige.

“I guess guys our size have to be this big, right? We were practically born for the brawn.” Jay smiled politely at Michael, his eyeline adjusting momentarily. He was probably right though, being 6’3 meant either being skinny as a rail or built like a bull, and Jay preferred the latter. “It’s great that you dress as casually as you are too, it really reflects that personality.”

“To be honest, formal options for guys our size are just way too expensive. Even for me.” Jay chuckled, flashing his signature white teeth framed by a perfect beard. It is also a great way to flex my physique, Jay thought inwardly. His short-sleeved button-down left nothing to the imagination, with meaty arms stretching the seams and the tops of his hairy pecs leading the viewer down towards his ample crotch. Venturing further, one could trace Jay's thick, long legs all the way down to his sizable bare feet. “If I wouldn’t have known any better, Michael, I would have thought that was a compliment.”

“Bet you get those a lot from your clients,” Michael grinned. “The fags probably love spending time alone with a real man.”

Jay paused, his interest suddenly alerted. “What do you mean by that?”

Michael’s response reeked of innocence. “Oh, sorry I thought you were a therapist-”

“I am.” Jay's interruption was firm.

“-a conversion therapist,” Michael finished with a snarl. “Isn’t it your job to bring those sissies back to manhood. Classic, old-fashioned masculinity? I'd think you'd be pretty proud of it too.”

Jay remained still for a moment, frozen. Then, as if the answer had magically appeared, he replied: “Yes, you are correct, and I have yet to have anything but success. Although judging by this session, it appears you will not be added to that list.”

Michael chuckled, “So those studies really did allow you to sniff out a proper alpha. I’m really here just to scout you out, get your vibe before sending a classmate of mine your way. He needs to be ‘straightened out,’ if you catch my drift.”

“I’d be happy to,” Jay’s brilliant smile appeared once more, now broadcasting a more sinister, malicious bite.

Michael rose, “Good, I’ll be in contact with you shortly.”

“Thank you for your time, Michael.” The therapist did not get up from his position, instead cockily adjusting himself into a more enticing, predatory pose. “On your way out, would you mind sending the next client in?”

“I’d be more than happy too.”

[waitingtobreatheagain]

You know what I hate real real bad?

How people mischaracterize Colin (they do the same to Pen but I am going to make that a separate post for her) when we have proof that directly goes against their claims.

"Colin did not see Pen as worthy"

"Colin did not have love for/care for Pen/or pay attention to her until season 3"

"Colin does not truly love her it's only lust"

I understand having your own opinion but there are times when the opinion is OBJECTIVELY WRONG. I also don't like how folks have chosen to do this to likely the kindest male lead we'll have who expressed his love for his partner CONSTANTLY and CONSISTENTLY.

Those aren't the only things I've heard or seen but they are among the biggest misconceptions. Outside of not realizing the extent of his feelings for Pen until a catalyst (the first kiss, while we also see in the first two episodes moments that are also leading up to the realization), it is and has never been that he sees Pen as unworthy he sees HIMSELF as unworthy. WE see this even after he knows that she returns his feelings which he did not even know until the carriage. After the carriage and even while he is working through the LW reveal, he still does not feel worthy of her which is a big part of Pen reminding him in words and actions that being him makes him more than worthy. We see how worthy he sees her when he tells her to never forget that SHE is Penelope Featherington. We also see it when he is absolutely puzzled during the first kiss scene at the fact that Pen sees herself in such a self-deprecating way. He can not even imagine a life for her that is not reflecting the very best.

Next, Colin is arguably the main person we see show a genuine interest in Pen as well as truly treasuring her in his life. From dancing with her in a protective fashion after Cressida through a drink at her, having conversation together where they are the only people who get what they are saying and what it means, getting involved with Jack's plot in order to protect Pen and by extension the Featheringtons because that is Pen's family, writing to her and seeing her correspondence as his most treasured, laughing with each other on multiple occasions, seeking her out for either conversation or a dance no matter what whenever they come across each other at a social gathering. I could go on and that's just in the first two seasons. Not showing romantic interest does not mean that he did not deeply love and care for her. Colin and Pen mutually made each other feel seen and understood in a way in no one else did...is that not an expression of love? If Colin had not already treated Pen in the way he had she likely would not have fallen so deeply in love with him. Colin being so loving, caring, kind, understanding, interested in Pen and what she had going on, and much more also plays a role in why she is able to forgive him for his thoughtless comment last season. He reflects the character we have known him to be towards the end of S3 E1 when we see a genuine apology where he takes accountability tells Pen how much she means to him and seeks out how he can make up for his mistake.

Lastly, the Colin does not love her and only lusts for her is just not even kind of true. We are talking about the same man who has expressed his love (whether via 'i love yous', in his words, actions, looks, closeness, etc.) for his partner so so so often and in such a way we likely will never see with another pairing. This the man who would prefer sleep than to be awake because in his dreams they were in love and together. The same man where his whole world was topsy turvy following his realization of those same feelings. The same man whose dream about Pen that STARTED with Pen returning his feelings of love for her then led to a hot makeout. The same man who put it all on the floor and said societal rules be damned (as he always did with her) because even if it was unrequited he was going to let Pen know just how much he loved her and wanted to be with her...to show her that one person in her life would be willing to fight her no matter the opponent or cost because she would always be worth it. The same man who stood up to her mother to show that she would no longer be allowed to treat the love of his life in such an ugly way. The same man who expresses his love for Pen without ceasing and even when we did not hear the expressions as much (while working through the LW reveal and his own insecurities). The same man who turned his fianceé around so that she could only day see and believe everything he loved about her for herself. The same man who put so much intention into their first time so that it reflected something they were doing together. The same man who was so in love enamored and joyful to be with the love of his life that it felt like his first time. The same man who even when never considered not marrying Pen even at his most heartbroken and angriest DUE to how much he loved her and knowing and believing that she felt the same. The same man who when he sees her come down the aisle he forgets everything else and only thinks about how lucky he is to marry his favorite person, his best friend, and the love of his life. The same man who has given us arguably the most touching love confession that will be so hard to beat because he expresses not only how much loves and admires Pen; he expresses what he was struggling with (how he overcame it and reframed it) and how he realized that his ultimate joy and privilege in this one life he gets to live is to be able to love and be loved by her. The love is on display in countless ways. While we also know that they match each other's freak real bad and have palpable passion and desire for each other...the love is and has always been the center even before they knew the love was requited.

I don't know which Colin Bridgerton alot of folks saw but it was not the one we have seen from season 1, 2, or 3. Do you have to love Colin/Pen/Polin/or their story with your whole heart like me? Of course not. I can't allow the blatant and incorrect character assassination though. Turn your brains on, I beg.

[elijahstwink]

Hello love 🤍 I was wondering if you would like to write nsfw alphabet Elijah mikaelson ❤️ because he is the daddiest of them all 🫠

𝓔𝓵𝓲𝓳𝓪𝓱 𝓜𝓲𝓴𝓪𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓸𝓷

NSFW Alphabet

This is for Elijah x f!reader

Thank you @b1tchy for being my first request :)

I wanted to do a male version cause I’m a guy but I just didn’t know if anyone would like that.

𝓐 - Aftercare - Does he do it/ What is it like?

Of course Elijah does aftercare. He loves to clean you up with a bath or a wet towel, whispering praises in your ear. Although sometimes he struggles to not clean you with his tongue instead. He also is super cuddly.

𝓑 - Blood

I mean blood play kind of comes along with being a vampire. Elijah is very cautious with it though due to his past trauma. He likes to feed from your thighs, even though there isn’t as much blood flow as the neck. When he feeds you he does it from his wrist. Sitting you on his lap and holding your hair out of your face.

𝓒 - Cum

Elijah’s a neat guy, everyone knows that. Well sex isn’t any different. Elijah would 100% prefer to cum inside you then lick you clean or cum inside your mouth instead of coming on your body.

𝓓 - Dominance

Elijah is extremely dominant most of the time. He enjoys being in control and watching you come undone by his hands or cock. That being said there is also a more submissive side of him that doesn’t come out as often, a side that wants you to tie him down a chair and edge him for hours while riding him.

𝓔 - Edging

Well talking about edging. Elijah is pretty neutral about it. As much as he loves to make you cum over and over, he also enjoys edging you for hours to give you that one extremely powerful orgasm.

𝓕 - Fantasy - A fantasy of his

Elijah has definitely had a fantasy about fucking you while in his red door mode, naked with blood running down his body. He’s ashamed of this though.

𝓖 - Grooming Habits - Hair not the other grooming u weirdos

Elijah keeps everything down there as neat as he does the rest of him. He keeps some hair but would be willing to go bare if you wanted.

𝓗 - Hard ons - What gets him hard?

Neediness. Knowing you want him turns him on immensely. When you beg him for anything with those big doe eyes he can’t help but want to shut you up with his cock down your throat.

𝓘 - Ick - What gives him the Ick?

Elijah wouldn’t be comfortable sharing you with anyone else. His possessiveness gets the better of him. You’d probably find another guys heart in Elijah’s fist before you could get near him.

𝓙 - Jokes - does he joke around during it?

Elijah’s pretty serious when it comes to sex, especially due to his dominant role. but there has definitely been times when he cracks.

For example that one time when he was fucking you against the wall so hard that it literally cracked down the middle. He couldn’t help but burst into laughter when he put you down and saw it.

𝓚 - Kinks

Elijah definitely has a size kink. He adores princess treatment and loves the idea of your hand being too small to wrap around his cock. The first time your belly bulged when he was fucking you he instantly came like a horny teenager.

However his size kink doesn’t mean skinny, he finds all body types attractive.

𝓛 - Lasting - How long can he last?

Elijah is a thousand years old… I’d say he could last the same amount of time.

𝓜 - Marks

Elijah is a private type of person, so if he was to mark you (assuming you are human) then it would be somewhere hidden. His favourite place to leave hickeys is on your thighs.

As for other marks, he loves to see the effect he’s had on you with tear stains, handprints on your ass or rope burn on your wrists.

𝓝 - Names - What names does he like to be called/call you?

You cannot tell me this man doesn’t have a sir/daddy kink. He fully plays into the parental role outside the bedroom anyways so why not in? He’d also be happy to only do one or the other if you didn’t like it.

He’d be pounding you from behind, your back against his chest with one hand around your throat and the other playing with your clit.

“You like how daddy’s fucking you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

As for what he would call you

Baby, angel, my love, princess and darling are all ones he commonly uses. For more intense moments he uses: Brat, minx, slut and whore.

He also loves to say ‘my girl’ and ‘good girl’.

𝓞 - Oral - is he more into giving or receiving?

Elijah is a gentleman, so he definitely prefers to give. He could spend hours between your legs without even thinking about himself.

However he would never say no to using your mouth. Making you choke on his cock until tears stream from your doe eyes absolutely wrecks him.

𝓟 - Pain

Despite being very dominant, Elijah is a gentle man. He wouldn’t go further than spanking you with his hand or pulling your hair unless you asked.

As for himself, he loves the feeling of your nails dragging down his back, drawing blood then healing so you can do it again.

𝓠 - Queer - what’s his sexuality?

I will always say that anyone who has lived as long as Elijah has tried everything. Personally I believe Elijah likes who he likes, regardless of gender. He’s definitely fucked and been fucked.

He’d be amazing with different pronouns if you asked.

𝓡 - Role - Top / Bottom / Switch?

Elijah is 100% has a top mentality. However if you wanted to peg him I doubt he’d say no to you.

𝓢 - Sex Position - What’s his favourite?

Elijah loves doggy, especially when he pulls your back up against his chest so you’re both kneeling.

𝓣 - Tease - is he a tease?

Elijah is a massive tease. He will sit in an armchair pretending to read a book while you kneel at his feet, begging and working yourself up until you’re rutting against his dress shoe. Then when you’re almost crying from desperation, he’ll pay you attention (even though his eyes have been stuck on the same word in his book the whole time, too distracted by your whines.)

𝓤 - Unique - something that makes him unique.

Elijah finds it really hot when you’re completely naked on his lap while he’s fully clothed. Sometimes he purposely leaves his clothes on just for that feeling of dominance.

𝓥 - Volume - How loud is he?

Elijah doesn’t moan that loud. He’s more of a grunter. But it’s never quiet with him, he makes up for his quiet moans with his dirty talk. He is the definition of ‘talk you through it’ and can’t help but constantly communicate to make sure you’re happy with everything he’s doing.

𝓦 - Wild Card - anything

Elijah loves when you ride his thigh, especially with his suit still on. He always chuckles at the embarrassed flush of your cheeks when you see the big stain your release left on his pants, ruining his immaculately clean look.

𝓧 - X-Ray - what’s he packing?

He’s just above average in length. But when I tell you Elijah fucking Mikaelson is THICK. His girth is unmatched, always stretching you to your limit, reaching every spot inside you.

𝓨- Yearning - how often is he horny?

Elijah will usually let you initiate any sex, but only because he’s polite. Secretly he would be in the mood to take you anywhere at anytime. You make him feel like a teenage human again, with a libido the size of Nebraska.

(Idk why Nebraska I’ve never set foot in the us lol)

𝓩- Zzz - is he tired after/ does he sleep straight away?

Unlike those sparkly cum coloured bitches in twilight, Elijah does sleep. He always holds you and waits until he’s certain you are asleep and happy before he drifts off.

Thanks for reading guys hope u liked it ;)

Remember to request something on my profile!

- 𝓓𝓮𝔁

[serpentandlily]

Sly Fox, Dumb Bunny Part II Preview + moodboard

Sly Fox, Dumb Bunny - Eris x Archeron!Reader

Part II Sneak peek

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You slipped into the private library in the House of Wind, humming slightly to yourself. The faint scent of crackling embers and something else indiscernible met your nose as the door slammed shut behind you but you brushed it off, figuring it must've come from the fireplace on the other side of the large room.

You meandered to the section that was filled with romance books—the ones Nesta had made sure to stock up on ever since she became the owner of this place along with Cassian. You brushed your fingers against the spines of the books, pulling out some that had interesting titles and stacking them in your arms.

A Heart Ablaze.

The Prince of Fire.

Your skirt flitted against the tops of your boots as you walked. You bit your lip, pulling out another book. This one titled, The Flames that Bind Us. You’d read it before but it was one of your favorites.

“You should be a bit more aware of your surroundings, bunny. You have no idea what sort of monsters are lurking around.”

You gasped, jumping in fright and dropping your stack of books to place a hand on your chest. You whirled around with a wildly beating heart.

You had recognized the voice immediately but you were still taken aback to see Eris lounging in one of the armchairs by the fireplace. He was sprawled out in the chair like it was his throne, a glass of whiskey in one hand and his other lightly stroking the soft velvet of the armrest. His red hair gleamed the same color as the burning flames behind him.

Your gaze dipped to his chest, to his cream colored tunic that had a few buttons undone, exposing the silver layered jewelry resting against his chest. He wore dark brown breeches, perfectly tailored for his long legs and brown riding boots. How he managed to make such casual clothing look elegant and refined was beyond you.

When you met his eyes again, those devastating amber eyes, Eris gave you a fox-like grin that looked anything but friendly.

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you bent down to pick up the books you had dropped. You held them against your chest like a shield.

“That is no way to address a Lord,” Eris purred.

You huffed, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

“Apologies, my Lord,” you replied, sarcastically. “What a delight it is to see you again. What brings you to our humble court?”

Eris’s eyebrows rose in amusement.

“If you must know, I’m here for a meeting with your High Lord and Lady,” Eris said. “Pray tell, what are you doing here, bunny?”

His eyes darted to the books in your arms and you blushed, trying to discreetly cover the titles. Eris didn’t need to know your reading preferences.

“If you must know,” you said, mocking him, “I live here.”

You split time between here and the River House. Mostly because Nesta had once accused you of favoring Feyre. You hated nothing more than to be used as a pawn against your sisters. But being the youngest, your role in the family oftentimes required you playing mediator between your siblings. Sometimes, messenger too.

“Poor little bunny,” Eris teased. “Locked up here in a cage.”

“Stop calling me that!”

You glared at the handsome Lord, hating the way that made him seem even more amused.

Eris said nothing, just twirled the glass in his hands as his eyes assessed you. You felt the hairs on your arms stand up, felt a chill run down your spine at his look. His smirk never left his face. You were quite sure he had been born wearing it.

“Don’t you normally meet with Rhys and Feyre in Hewn City?” you asked, unable to take the silence. You should probably leave, but something kept your feet glued to the floor.

Eris shrugged. “Sure, when our business involves Keir.” He spat out the older male’s name with disgust. “I’m surprised they didn’t order you to stay in your room knowing I was here,” he continued, his amusement back once more. “Can’t let the little bunny be ensnared by a fox again.”

His grin was more of a display of teeth. It did nothing to quell your nerves.

“They never tell me anything,” you murmured, annoyed.

Your lips slammed shut when one of Eris’s eyebrows raised, like you had just unknowingly passed along information you shouldn’t have.

The doors to the library slammed open and you jumped, sucking in a breath at the sudden noise. Azriel stormed in, his eyes narrowed at Eris. You suddenly felt tense, sensing the way the energy seemed to shift in the room. He stopped once he was in front of you, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“What are you doing here?” he hissed at the redhead. “You’re supposed to be waiting for Rhys and Feyre in the war room.”

Eris didn’t seem frightened in the slightest, unlike most fae did when staring down the shadowsinger.

He plucked a piece of lint from his tunic, unbothered. “Apologies, shadowsinger. I got lost.”

You doubted that and by Azriel’s growl, you realized he did too. He turned to look down at you, his lips pressed in a straight line with a stern look.

“Go,” Azriel barked, nodding his head towards the door. You bristled at the command, as if you were a dog he could order around.

But it was Eris who stood to his full height and snarled, “Don’t speak to her like that.”

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[artethyst]

~ Some random headcannons about Eris + his Mate (Rhysand’s Sister!Reader/OC) ~

Eris never has to worry about overheating again with her sprawled all over him as they sleep, her “cold-blooded night court” limbs digging into his warm skin (he secretly loves it).

He loves laying his head in her lap as she plays with his hair just like one of the hounds, reading softly to him whatever book Nesta has just recommended (more often than not the book gets abandoned because Eris becomes more interested in reenacting its smutty contents).

She bathes him because he still suffers the trauma of having to scrub clean the wounds his father inflicted.

He loves it when she takes her role as High Lady seriously and in fact prefers watching her take charge and put male Advisors in their place…Perhaps a little too much.

Makes sure her throne is more ornate that his.

Pretends to hate when she makes little braids in his cropped hair but always leaves them in and tells her he simply forgot but she caught him playing with them once when he was stressing over paperwork and never lets him live it down.

He cried when she accepted the bond.

He cried at their Mating Ceremony.

He cried when she gave birth.

He’s a crier.

She cried when he cut his hair.

He feigns exasperation whenever she begs him to use his magic when they fuck but loves nothing more than the blissed out look on her face when his fire crawls across her flushed skin.

He cried during the Mating Frenzy.

Secretly jealous of Lucien’s closeness with her but will never show it. (It is very obvious and they both know so only use it to annoy him further).

She was confused why he was so adamant they fuck in Rhys’ office only to understand when she saw her brother’s horror stricken face when he scented her Mate all over his desk the next morning.

Smug because he knows Azriel had a crush on you. Never lets him forget it.

She always makes sure to call him pretty before they fall asleep, peppering his face with drowsy kisses before she’s drooling on his chest, knocked out.

If he has to wake up early, refusing to rob her of rest, he leaves her small inked parchment messages telling her how much he treasures her.

They are so sickly in love.

[readingplannet]

I was reading the comments under Bible's announcement post for '4 minutes' and while I was so excited for this project finally seeing the light of day, I was also disappointed while reading the comments.

Why are we still having discussions about top/bottom in 2024? I know a lot of BLs have made you believe that top and bottom are entire personalities but that is simply not true. They are just sexual preferences and believe it or not sexual preferences do not define someone's personality.

That is why I feel the lead pair in "Pit Babe" is so path breaking. It is a very big example that your personality does'nt define your sexual life. Whose name comes first in a ship doesn't matter. It doesn't change anything. Also "Bad Buddy" in this matter, they refused to set themselves in boxes of wife(เมีย) and husband(ผัว). It was a series that very nicely explained the stereotypes gay couples face and the stereotypes that still exist in the BL industry.

Masculine, dominant ≠ Top and Feminine, submissive ≠ Bottom always (key word being always because there are people who fit into masculine top and feminine bottom too which is perfectly fine but diversity and representation of other people in the spectrum is equally important) and that is something that needs to be understood. I don't think I could have said it better than P'Apo myself. Also more power to him because he is one of the few BL actors who I have seen openly talking about this topic.

And believe me guys someone who played Vegas doesn't need to always play roles like that, moreover we don't even know what his role and character is going to be like. This is what acting is. Don't limit actors into boxes.

P.S This top/bottom discussion really needs to go. I haven't only seen this in comment section of BL actors but also in the comment section of gay couples. If they let you in this part of their life that's okay but if they are not comfortable sharing, just let it go. It hardly matters. We need to stop seeing everything with heteronormative lenses where there has to be a female/wife (เมีย) role and a male/husband (ผัว) role in every relationship.

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

A Dragon's Wedding

pairing: Fanon!Halaena Targaryen x Male OC

summary: The wedding of Helaena and Rhaegal is finally here. And so is the wedding night.

Word count: 5,5K

Warnings: Fluff, incest, mention of alcohol, mention of blood, smut, P in V, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Slight breeding kink

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The air in Rhaegal's chamber was charged with anticipation. The grand stone walls of Dragonstone cast a cool, muted light on the scene within. Rhaegal Targaryen, the soldier prince, stood before a polished mirror, his mismatched eyes capturing a flicker of excitement he would never admit to anyone.

One eye was a striking amethyst, inherited from the Targaryen line; the other, a piercing shade of blue, a unique feature shared with his mother. His tall, lean figure bore the marks of a warrior, a testament to his years of rigorous training. Silverlight, his sword, hung proudly on his belt, a symbol of his skill and valor.

As he stood in front of the mirror, Rhaegal's platinum-blonde hair cascaded down to just below his shoulders, its shimmering strands the color of dragonfire. He had chosen to leave it loose, refusing the intricate braids and embellishments favoured by others on this momentous occasion.

In the corner of the room, his chosen servant, a trusted figure who had been by his side through countless battles, worked diligently to fasten the intricate clasps of his royal wedding attire. Rhaegal's preference for privacy was clear; he had allowed only this one male servant to assist him in this most intimate of moments.

Rhaegal maintained his stoic demeanour, his face an unreadable mask. He was a soldier prince, after all, and emotions were best kept hidden, especially on a day as significant as this.

As the servant carefully adjusted the royal cloak bearing the Targaryen sigil on his shoulders, Rhaegal couldn't help but steal a glance at the ornate wedding attire laid out on the bed. It was resplendent in shades of crimson and black, meant for a princess of House Targaryen. Today, Helaena would become his wife, his partner in the intricate dance of politics and power.

While excitement bubbled beneath his stoicism, he held onto the discipline that had guided him through countless battles. Rhaegal Targaryen was ready, but he allowed no one, not even his future bride, to see the depth of emotion that lay beneath the surface.

And so, as he prepared to embark on this new chapter of his life, the soldier prince stood tall, a symbol of strength and composure, ready to face whatever challenges and triumphs lay ahead in his union with Princess Helaena Targaryen.

The room was filled with a quiet sense of purpose as Rhaegal's servant finished fastening the last clasp on his royal attire. The cloak, bearing the Targaryen sigil, lay perfectly across his broad shoulders.

Rhaegal, with his platinum-blonde hair framing his strong, chiseled features, surveyed his reflection in the mirror one last time. He nodded, satisfied with his appearance, though his mismatched eyes held a hint of apprehension.

"Thank you," he said to the servant, his voice measured and controlled. The servant bowed respectfully and exited the room, leaving Rhaegal alone with his thoughts.

With practiced precision, Rhaegal slid Silverlight into its ornate scabbard, feeling the familiar weight of his sword. It was a companion he had trusted on countless battlefields, and today, it symbolized his readiness for the intricate political battles of the Targaryen court.

As he turned away from the mirror, his gaze landed on the wedding attire laid out for Helaena, a resplendent vision of crimson and black. The sight reminded him of the significant role they were to play in the intricate dance of the Targaryen dynasty.

Rhaegal's stoic facade remained firmly in place, but deep within, he couldn't deny a surge of anticipation. He knew that today marked the beginning of a new chapter in his life—one that held both challenges and triumphs. His marriage to Princess Helaena was a political alliance, but he couldn't help but wonder what the future held for them as husband and wife.

With one last glance at the mirror, he took a deep breath, his resolve unwavering. Today, he would stand before gods and men, pledging himself to Helaena, a princess of House Targaryen. As the soldier prince, he understood the importance of the union, and he was determined to fulfill his duty with honor and dedication.

Rhaegal exited the chamber, his steps steady and measured. The ceremony awaited, and he would face it with the same composure that had guided him through battles and challenges in the past. The soldier prince was ready for the next chapter of his life, even if the depth of his emotions remained hidden beneath his stoic exterior.

As Rhaegal stood ready, the weight of tradition and duty pressed upon his shoulders. His mismatched eyes, one amethyst and the other blue, held a depth of determination as he prepared to marry Princess Helaena Targaryen, a union that would bind two Valyrian souls together.

But Rhaegal was adamant that their marriage would honor their Valyrian heritage. They were dragons, descendants of the old Valyria, and their union deserved to be celebrated in the ancient Valyrian way.

In the chambers where Helaena awaited, a sense of quiet reverence filled the air. The ceremony would be performed before the crowd in the Throne room, a sacred place that had witnessed countless Targaryen unions.

Rhaegal, in his resplendent attire, made his way to the Throne room, where the room buzzed with excitement from the guests who were probably witnessing a Valyrian wedding for the first time. The quiet murmurs of guests could be heard as they gathered, eager to witness the Valyrian wedding.

As the ceremony began, the Valyrian words of binding echoed through the air, resonating with centuries of tradition. Rhaegal and Helaena exchanged vows in the ancient tongue, their words carrying the weight of their house and their legacy.

The hushed gathering of Targaryen family and trusted allies watched in awe as the Valyrian wedding ceremony unfolded. The air was filled with the weight of tradition, and the Valyrian words of binding echoed through the Throne room.

The Valyrian ceremony continued with the offering of ancient Valyrian symbols—a silver chalice filled with the purest Dragonstone wine and a dragon's egg, symbolising the fire and blood that flowed through their veins. As the sun's rays filtered through the leaves, casting a warm glow over the couple, they each took a sip of the wine and touched the dragon's egg, a powerful symbol of their bond and destiny.

Rhaegal and Princess Helaena Targaryen, their amethyst and sapphire eyes reflecting the ancient lineage of Valyria, exchanged vows in the venerable tongue of their forefathers. Their words carried the resonance of centuries of Targaryen history, binding them together in a union that was as enduring as the Valyrian steel their house prized.

With half of Westeros as their witnesses, they sealed their vows with a kiss, a symbol of their commitment and love. The Targaryen sigil, a crimson dragon on a black field, was emblazoned on their garments, a testament to their shared heritage

With the blessing of the measter, the Valyrian ceremony was complete, and Rhaegal couldn't help but feel a profound connection to Helaena as they stood together before gods and men.

But they were mindful of the complexities of their world, where the Green Queen held sway. To honor both their Valyrian heritage and the political realities of their time, Rhaegal and Helaena decided to host a second ceremony, a Seven wedding, for the benefit of the Green Queen and her court.

After the Valyrian ceremony, the couple, still resplendent in their regal attire, where the Seven wedding was to take place was the same as the Valyrian Wedding.

Rhaegal's eyes, held a subtle blend of tradition and compromise. He understood the necessity of diplomacy in their world, and so he would entertain the Green Queen with grace and dignity.

The Seven wedding unfolded with the grandeur and opulence that was expected in the Targaryen court, pleasing the Green Queen and her supporters.

Through the day, Rhaegal and Helaena navigated the delicate balance between honoring their Valyrian roots and appeasing the political forces at play. It was a testament to their adaptability and strength as a couple, bound not only by love but also by the intricate web of Targaryen politics.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, orange glow over Dragonstone, Rhaegal and Helaena, united in both Valyrian and Green ceremonies, faced the future as husband and wife. Their love, their traditions, and their compromises were the foundation upon which their journey would unfold, a testament to the complexities of their world and their enduring commitment to each other.

The Throne Room of the Red Keep was transformed into a grand banquet hall, its towering iron throne overshadowed by the opulence of the occasion. The long, feasting tables were adorned with rich crimson and black banners, the colors of House Targaryen, and dragon motifs adorned the walls.

Rhaegal Targaryen, resplendent in his crimson and black attire, did not leave the side of his new wife, Princess Helaena Targaryen. She was a vision of Valyrian beauty, her flowing gown as ethereal as dragonfire, her eyes shimmering with joy.

The guests, an assembly of Targaryen kin, noble lords, and ladies from various houses, gathered to celebrate the union of the soldier prince and the princess. The atmosphere was filled with excitement and anticipation as they enjoyed the lavish feast.

As the evening progressed, Rhaegal led Helaena to the center of the Throne Room, where a space had been cleared for dancing. The couple stood together, their eyes locked, lost in the moment as they prepared for their first dance as husband and wife.

The soft strains of a Valyrian melody filled the air, and they began to move gracefully across the polished floor, their movements synchronised as if they had been dancing together their entire lives. The Throne Room seemed to fade away, leaving only Rhaegal and Helaena in their world of shared happiness.

As they danced, their connection deepened, and Helaena couldn't help but blush whenever their eyes met. Rhaegal, always composed and stoic, found himself enchanted by her beauty and grace. He whispered words of affection and love, meant for her ears alone, as they swayed to the music.

Slowly, other couples joined them on the dance floor, celebrating their union and the joyous occasion. The Throne Room came alive with the revelry of lords and ladies, their laughter and merriment echoing off the stone walls.

Rhaegal and Helaena continued to dance, their love and unity on display for all to see. In that moment, surrounded by the grandeur of the Red Keep and the warmth of their guests, they knew that their union was a cause for celebration, a testament to the enduring strength of House Targaryen.

As the night wore on and the feast continued, Rhaegal and Helaena remained inseparable, their bond deepening with each passing moment. Their Valyrian wedding had marked the beginning of their journey as husband and wife, and the celebration in the Throne Room was a testament to their love and the joy it brought to those around them.

In the Throne Room of the Red Keep, Rhaegal Targaryen and Princess Helaena Targaryen took to the center of the polished floor, bathed in the soft, flickering glow of dragon-themed candles. Their eyes locked, and they began to dance to the enchanting strains of a Valyrian melody.

Amid the grandeur of the Throne Room, Rhaegal leaned in, his voice a tender whisper that only she could hear over the music.

"You look radiant tonight, my love," he murmured. "Every star in the sky must be jealous of your beauty."

Helaena blushed, her smile brightening. Their movements were graceful, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony as they danced.

"And you, Rhaegal, are the most dashing soldier prince to ever grace the Red Keep," she replied with a fondness in her voice.

As they twirled, Rhaegal continued to whisper, his words filled with humour and love.

"Do you remember the time we met in the courtyard, and you tripped over your own gown?" he reminisced. "I thought you were trying to impress me with a dance move."

Helaena giggled, her laughter like a melodic tune. "You caught me before I could fall flat on my face."

Their laughter mingled with the music as they danced, their worries and the weight of their roles momentarily forgotten.

"Of course, I couldn't let you face that humiliation alone," Rhaegal chuckled. "It's a soldier prince's duty to save princesses from tripping mishaps."

Helaena's eyes sparkled as she remembered that day. "And you did so gallantly."

Their banter continued, Rhaegal ensuring that their minds were focused on the joy of the moment, not the expectations of their wedding night.

"And speaking of duties, my love," he said softly, "let's not think about the wedding night just yet. Tonight, we celebrate our union with joy and merriment."

Helaena nodded in agreement, her gaze locked onto his. "Agreed, Rhaegal. Let's savour this moment and the love we share."

As they danced, their whispered jokes and words of love created a bubble of happiness around them. The Throne Room seemed to fade away, leaving only the soldier prince and the princess in their world of shared laughter, love, and celebration.

Amid the splendour of the Throne Room, Rhaegal and Helaena's dance continued, their steps perfectly synchronised to the Valyrian melody that filled the air. Their eyes remained locked, and the world seemed to fade away as they danced together.

Rhaegal's voice, soft and filled with devotion, found its way into the quiet moments between the notes of the music.

"I promise you, Helaena," he whispered, his gaze unwavering, "I will protect you until the end of my days."

Helaena's heart swelled with emotion at his words. She knew what he meant, though the name went unspoken. It was a vow of love and commitment that extended beyond the dance, beyond the festivities of this night.

In that moment, she felt safe in his arms, secure in the knowledge that Rhaegal would always stand by her side. She smiled, her eyes shining with unspoken gratitude.

Their dance continued, and Helaena chose not to mention the looming uncertainties that hung in the air. She knew that with her father's passing, the realm teetered on the brink of war, a reality that could not be ignored. But tonight was for celebration, for love, and for the promise they held in their hearts.

As they moved gracefully across the floor, their unspoken understanding and the bond they shared deepened. It was a testament to the strength of their love and their willingness to face an uncertain future together.

In the midst of the joy and laughter that surrounded them, Rhaegal and Helaena's dance carried with it the weight of their unspoken vows and the unbreakable bond that would carry them through whatever challenges lay ahead.

As the hours of celebration unfolded in the Throne Room of the Red Keep, revelry and merriment filled the air. The festivities seemed endless, but the joyful atmosphere took an unexpected turn when Aegon, fueled by the excesses of wine, made a brash announcement.

"It's time for the bedding ceremony!" Aegon declared, his voice slurred with drunkenness.

The revellers, caught off guard, erupted into cheers and laughter, as was the tradition in many Westerosi weddings. However, the atmosphere quickly shifted when some of the more enthusiastic guests began to approach Rhaegal and Helaena, intent on taking part in the customary undressing of the bride.

Rhaegal, ever protective of his new wife, swiftly pulled Helaena away from the advancing guests. With determination in his mismatched eyes, he guided her through the maze of well-wishers and out of the Throne Room.

They arrived at the chamber they were to share from that night on, a haven of privacy away from the revelry. Rhaegal's stance was unwavering, and his voice held a firm edge.

"No one will enter this room," he declared to anyone who dared to approach. "I'll cut off the balls of anyone who attempts to step across this threshold without our consent."

His words were a stark reminder of his authority and his determination to protect Helaena's dignity and their shared moment. The threats hung in the air, a clear warning to those who might seek to invade their privacy.

Inside the room, Rhaegal closed the door behind them, creating a barrier against the world outside. He turned to Helaena, his expression softening.

"No one will intrude on our union," he assured her, his voice gentle. "We decide when and how our wedding night unfolds."

Their love and respect for each other were evident in that moment, as they stood united against the expectations and pressures of tradition. Together, they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead as husband and wife, on their terms, in their own time.

In the dimly lit chamber, Rhaegal and Helaena stood facing each other, the weight of the evening's events still hanging in the air. Helaena, poised to undress as per tradition, hesitated at the threshold of their new life together.

But Rhaegal, ever considerate and attuned to her emotions, gently placed a hand on her arm, stopping her.

"We don't need to do anything tonight," he murmured, his mismatched eyes filled with understanding and love.

Helaena, overcome with emotions, felt a surge of gratitude and affection for her husband. In that tender moment, she leaned forward and kissed him straight on the lips. Their kiss was a sweet, heartfelt embrace, a testament to the depth of their connection and the love that had blossomed between them.

As they pulled away from the kiss, their eyes locked once more, and Rhaegal's hand gently cupped her cheek. In that moment, they understood that their love would guide them through the complexities of their world, and their wedding night, as significant as it was, could wait for a time when their hearts were ready.

In each other's arms, they found solace and comfort, a sanctuary of love and understanding. As they prepared to embark on the journey of marriage, they knew that their bond would be the foundation upon which they built their life together, a testament to the enduring strength of their love.

Much to Rhaegal's surprise Helaena deepened the kiss, her hand reaching up to touch his cheek, fingers moving through the very little stubble he let grow. Her lips were so soft and tasted of strawberries from the tarts he watched her eat happily during the feast.

"Hel, we don't have to" Rhaegal tried assuring her again. She smiled pulling away a little. Rhaegal thought she would stop then but what surprised him when she began undoing the bodice of her dress.

"But I want to" She muttered, blushing furiously. Seeing the tremble in her hands, Rhaegal reached over taking both of her hands into his and pulled them up to kiss them both.

"Alright, but do tell me to stop when you feel uncomfortable or in pain or just simply want to stop" Rhaegal did not proceed from there until she gave him a nod.

Rhaegal leaned down claiming her lips gently, not wanting to overwhelm her anymore. He let go of her hands to wrap them around her waist instead and pulled her closer to his body. Helaena's hand moved to hold his muscular biceps as she tried to imitate the way his lips moved and kiss him back.

Rhaegal with careful movement began removing Helaena's heavy wedding dress, one piece at a time until she was left only in her linen. He groaned at the sight of her perky nipples peaking through the white fabric. A small spot was also present at the front of her linen showing her arousal.

"You look delicious, dōna vaokses" Sweet spider. Rhaegal murmured with his gruff voice. Helaena clenched her thighs at the sound of his voice, at the nickname he had given her, sweet spider? Her favorite insect? It was too much.

"Kepus" Uncle. Helaena whispered her plea. Rhaegal smiled sweetly down at her. He crouched down slightly to place his hands behind her thighs before standing up again straight. Helaena squealed a little as he pulled her up with him, her legs moved to wrap around his waist for support and her arms wrapped around his shoulders. She blushed when she heard laughter behind the door, people were listening in on them.

"Ignore them, dōna vaokses" Rhaegal whispered. Helaena nodded slightly and looked down at him instead of the door. She leaned down and captured his lips with her own missing the feeling of his lips.

Rhaegal moved towards the bed and gently moved to kneel on it before laying her on her back on it. He remained on top of her. His hands moved down to feel her thighs pulling them off his waist, his hands grabbing at them, kneading the flesh wanting to feel more of her soft skin.

His lips trailed down to her neck, placing gentle kisses, she deserved nothing but kindness, she was a gentle soul. She deserved nothing but the best.

Helaena's breathing picked up as Rhaegal trailed down to kiss down to the neckline of her linen. A gasp tore through her lips when his fingers ripped the edges and ripped it right down the middle. Rhaegal chuckled at her reaction and looked up watching her face. Her eyes looked dazed almost. Her fingers ran through his loose hair, playing with the strands before grabbing a fist of it gently and pushed his head closer to her flesh.

Rhaegal obeyed and resumed kissing down to her breasts. They were perfect, she was perfect, that was all Rhaegal could think of. His lips trailed around her right breast before taking her nipple into his mouth. She moaned arching her back wanting to shove more of the flesh into his mouth. His hand moved up her bare stomach to grab the other breast and give it some attention.

"Kepus" Helaena whimpered. Her hand trailed down to his shoulder pulling him closer, frowning when she realised he was fully clothes still.

"Too much clothes" She whispered. Rhaegal let go of her tit with a pop. He sat up on his knees and began unbuttoning his shirt. Helaena watched with hooded eyes as Rhaegal shed one piece of clothing after the other.

"Gevie" Beautiful. She stated, sitting up to run her fingers from his shoulder to his belly, where it was littered with scars he gained through the years.

"You think so, dōna vaokses?" Rhaegal asked with a teasing smile. Helaena noticed that she had spoke out loud, blushed furiously. Rhaegal claimed her lips in a second pushing her back to lay fully on her back again.

"You are much much more Gevie, sweet Helaena" Rhaegal muttered against her lips. He slowly slid down littering kisses in his wake. Helaena's head fell back when he reached her breasts again.

He gave them the loved they deserved, kissing, kneading and littered them with bruises for people to see tomorrow, he will make sure she will wear one of his many gifts, a dress with a low neckline to show his marks off. So men would back away and never even think about coming near his wife ever.

His lips continued down to her belly, he pushed his tongue in her belly button teasing her. Helaena moaned, her fingers grabbing at his hair when he wet a sensitive spot she did not know was sensitive in the first place. Rhaegal smirked in victory and moved on.

He kneeled down on the floor, face to face with her crying cunny. He pushed her knees apart to show more of her beauty. Helaena's breath hitched in her throat, raising her head to watch his reaction.

Rhaegal winked at her before diving in. His tongue licked a long strip up her slit. Helaena's head fell back again on the mattress, she has never touched that area before, having been warned many times by her mother before.

Rhaegal found her swollen pearl with ease, it was just very swollen and ready to be devoured. He sucked at it earning a loud moan from Helaena. He moved down prodding at her hole with the wet muscle of his tongue.

"Kepus" Helaena begged. She sounded so sweet, she sounded so desperate. Rhaegal did not make her wait and pushed his tongue inside of her. Moaning at the taste of her cunt, the vibrations sent shockwaves through Helaena's body.

"You taste so sweet" Rhaegal complimented. He moved one of his fingers to touch her whole. Her whole body tensed at the feeling.

Rhaegal shushed her before slowly moving his finger inside of her. Tongue toying with her pearl to ease the discomfort. Helaena's grip on his head tightened but she did not protest. Rhaegal waited for her to stop him but after a couple of minutes it was obvious she was not going to.

"Good Vaokses" Spider. Rhaegal praised, he wiggled his finger inside of her in search of the rough spot all women had but not all men found.

The second he touched it Helaena's whole body jerked in shock. She has never felt such pleasure before in her life. Rhaegal slowly pushed a second finger inside testing the waters. Helaena's legs tried to close around him but his free hand pushed her leg open and she forced the second one open.

His tongue resumed it's torture on her pearl, he wanted this experience to be as pleasant as possible for her as it will be for him. His cock was throbbing but he did not touch it, no he wanted it to last and he will try as hard as possible to make it last.

"Helaena" He muttered against her pearl. Helaena's body jerked with the vibrations of his voice. Her breathing grew even more shallow.

"So full" She whimpered. A buzzing like feeling started taking over senses. Rhaegal smirked victorious as she orgasmed on his tongue and fingers not even knowing what was happening.

"So good" She cried, her back arched off the bed. Rhaegal's ear buzzed with anticipation he could barely hear the cheering outside of the room.

"Good Vaokses" Rhaegal pulled away from her cunt and climbed on top of her. Helaena looked at him with eyes full of love. He couldn't help but kiss her, she was just so beautiful. She moaned when she tasted herself on his lips.

"Ready?" He asked her. Her eyes trailed down to his throbbing length, eyes widened at the sight. She gulped but nodded her head either way.

"Tell me to stop if you want me to" He reminded her. Helaena took a deep breath and nodded.

Rhaegal groaned as he grabbed the base of his cock, he was sensitive even to his own touch after refusing himself pleasure for so long. He placed the tip on her pearl rubbing it slightly, moaning slightly at the feeling of her flesh on him. Helaena placed her hands on his shoulders preparing herself mentally.

After gathering enough of her wetness to cover his entire length he began pushing in the tip. Helaena groaned at the feeling, his fingers were nowhere near as big as his cock, even just the tip. He pushed himself inside of her inch by inch. Groaning when she latched her teeth to the flesh of his shoulder, but he did not dare complain because she was in much more pain than him.

"Uncomfortable" She whimpered. "So full" Rhaegal stopped all movement once he was full sheathed inside of her tight virgin cunt. He wanted to cry out with pleasure at the feeling but held himself back.

"Fuck" Came the word out of his mouth involuntary. Helaena nodded slowly giving him permission to continue. Rhaegal let out a loud moan by accident when he pulled out and pushed back. Helaena tensed when she heard the cheering yet again but soon forgot all about it with the rocking of Rhaegal's hips.

"More" She begged, eyes growing teary with pleasure. Rhaegal obeyed her, he was like a puppet now, he was fully cunt drunk, he was her slave and she knew nothing of how to control him. If she asked him to kill the whole world, he would mount Vyraxes and burn the world for her.

"Fuck, tightest cunt I've ever fucked" He groaned in her ear. Helaena's moans grew in volume, her arms pulling him closer, in search of his lips to silence herself.

Rhaegal lost full control at the taste of her lips, his hips went from rocking to fully slamming against hers. His hips snapped with no rhythm except lust desire.

Rhaegal swished his spit inside of his mouth before pushing it inside of her mouth. Helaena moaned not expecting to find spit swapping attractive but her body spasmed with the pleasure of it.

"Close" She whimpered against his lips. Rhaegal watched her face contract with pleasure. Her legs began shaking by his sides, her hands holding fists of his hair or flesh, eyes rolling back.

"Come on dōna vaokses, come on my cock" Rhaegal encouraged. Helaena cried loudly, body shaking, head falling back. Her cries turned to screams of pleasure, she wanted to stay in this moment forever.

"I'm gonna fill you up to the brim, you will be dripping my cum for weeks" Rhaegal growled. Helaena wanted nothing else, she found nothing else more desirable.

"Fill me up, kepus, give me a child, kepus" She cried. Rhaegal had half a mind to cover her mouth so no one would hear, those words were for his ears alone but then he wanted the entire world to hear, he wanted them to know who she belonged to.

"You want my child?" Rhaegal teased. One of his hands trailed down between their bodied finding her pearl. He tweaked it with care and love. Helaena let out a surprised scream, a scream Rhaegal was more than happy to go deaf listening to.

"Yes let me make you a kepa, kepus" Father, uncle. Helaena cried. Her beautiful curly platinum hair was around her head like a halo and Rhaegal wished for their children to have her hair shade instead of his. Hers was more beautiful, despite the little difference.

"Kepus" She begged, body spasming with a third orgasm. The tightness of her walls threw Rhaegal over the edge. He let out a deep growl as he spilled himself inside of her, painting her walls white. He hoped his cum would take and make them a beautiful child.

"Kepus" Helaena whispered. The cheering outside grew in volume when they could no longer hear their moans or the bed banging against the wall.

"Shhh, dōna vaokses" Rhaegal shushed her. He kissed her forehead as he pulled out of her red and swollen cunt. Helaena sniffled a little at the movement. Rhaegal moved to help her out of the shredded linen she wore still. There on the bottom was her innocence blood.

Rhaegal caring not for modesty walked over to the door and opened it a smidge to keep Helaena's naked form hidden, behind the door stood a group of men from other houses including Aegon, the queen and a smirking Daemon and maester.

"Leave" Rhaegal ordered throwing the linen in the face of the maester who pulled it away with disgust. The crowd cheered at the sight of the blood, not like Rhaegal's sweaty face and wet hair was enough proof of what was happening behind the door or the noises and moans.

"I said leave!" Rhaegal yelled when no one moved. The crowd still cheering did not grow disheartened but moved to leave the couple. The queen stayed a little longer trying to look into the room but Rhaegal slammed the door in her face after saying quickly "She is alright".

As Rhaegal retreated to their shared bed, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm ambience in their chamber, they settled in, their hearts still racing from the emotions of the day. Helaena, exhausted and on the verge of sleep, welcomed Rhaegal's comforting presence.

Rhaegal curled up beside her, his arms wrapping around her as they lay in each other's embrace. He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, his lips barely grazing her skin.

"Rest now, my love," he whispered, his voice a soothing lullaby in the quiet of the night. "Close your eyes, and let the dreams carry you away."

Helaena's eyes fluttered closed, her body relaxing against his. She listened to the cadence of his voice, feeling safe and cherished in his arms.

Rhaegal continued to whisper, his words filled with promises of a bright future, a future where their children would be silver-haired like them, beautiful like her, smart and intelligent like her, and strong like him. His hands moved gently across her stomach, his touch a silent prayer for the children they hoped to bring into the world.

"You and I," he murmured, "we will build a life filled with love, laughter, and the pitter-patter of little feet. Our family will be a testament to the love we share, a legacy of House Targaryen."

As he spoke, the weight of the day's events seemed to lift, replaced by the anticipation of the life they would create together. In the quiet of the night, their hearts beat in unison, and the promise of a future filled with love and family guided them into the realm of dreams.

Wrapped in each other's arms, they embarked on this new chapter of their lives, their hearts full of hope and love, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

[goodqueenaly]

Not to be too "true crime" about, but it you think Jaehaera Targaryen was actually murderer and if what she had survived her fall?

Spoiler alert: it was Unwin Peake.

I don’t find any of the alternative explanations (other than the rather obvious one above) for Jaehaera’s death very convincing. While Jaehaera was certainly a very traumatized child, the proffered explanations as to why she would have chosen that moment to end her life seem rather thin: at no other point does Jaehaera appear to express sympathy for Rhaena (such that she would be so traumatized at the news of the latter's miscarriage), or jealousy of Baela (over the latter’s continued pregnancy), and the idea that Jaehaera “loved the king with all her heart” and mourned that he “paid her no mind” and “showed her no affection” appears at odds with the queen who was “loath to leave her chambers” where she “had seemed content … with her maids and ladies, her kittens and her dolls”. Likewise, Gyldayn himself acknowledges that while rumors abounded blaming the king, or Cassandra Baratheon, or one or more of the queen’s servants for her death, “[w]ith hindsight, we can say for a fair certainty that none of these played any role in” Jaehaera’s death. This is not, I think, an inaccurate take from Gyldayn either. Aegon was definitely withdrawn and gloomy, but he was certainly no child sadist as young Maegor the Cruel had been, and his lack of interest in either his queen or partisan vengeance argues against any role he may have had in killing her. Cassandra Baratheon may not have liked Jaehaera, but the rumor that she had had the queen killed seems to stem more from antagonistic scheming by Unwin Peake, the better to promote his own daughter, rather than any real motivation on Cassandra’s part (and you might think Cassandra would have admitted, alluded to, or been questioned about any role she might have had in Jaehaera’s death during the unraveling of the poisoning and treason conspiracy). 

By contrast, the means, motive, and opportunity behind, as well as the overall general character of, Jaehaera's murder all fit far too well with Unwin Peake. The Kingsguard posted at the door of Jaehaera’s chamber on the day of her death was Mervyn Flowers, a man whose connections to Unwin Peake were both natural and explicit: not only was Mervyn Unwin’s bastard brother, who was put on the Kingsguard by Unwin himself (along with another Peake relative, Set Amaury), but Mervyn would also continue acting in Unwin’s barely disguised name thereafter: colluding with Tessario the Tiger and Cassandra Baratheon to murder Daenaera Velaryon, arresting the Hand Lord Rowan, and being named alongside Peake’s other co-conspirators by George Graceford. Nor, as Gyldayn admits (albeit rather reluctantly - more on that below), would Mervyn Flowers have had to get the queen’s blood (metaphorically) on his hands: as Mushroom alleges, Tessario, the unscrupulous and mercenarily violent captain of Unwin Peake’s personal guard and as much a co-conspirator with Peake as Mervyn himself, might easily have been allowed into Jaehaera’s chambers to throw her to her death. That Unwin Peake confronted Aegon just one week after Jaehaera’s death with the news that the young king was already betrothed to his, Peake’s, own daughter demonstrates Peake’s naked ambition, and his motive for removing the sitting queen; even Gyldayn acknowledges that the hasty fait accompli-style betrothal acts as its own sort of proof of Unwin’s guilt in Jaehaera’s death. Moreover, Unwin’s vigorous bias against the succession of either one of Aegon’s sisters or Baela’s then-unborn child - caustically referred to, presumably by Unwin himself, as “the whelp of a wanton and a bastard” - supports Unwin’s motive: eager to secure the succession of his preferred line - that is, not just a child of the only surviving male-line male Targaryen, but also one through the Peake family - and concerned that he would achieve neither if the king acknowledged the unborn child carried by Baela as his heir, Unwin I think had all the reason he needed to make the Queen’s role vacant, the better to push his daughter into it.  

Too, I think Unwin arranging Jaehaera’s death as such aligns with Unwin’s other murder plot - that is, the attempted murder of Daenaera Velaryon, which actually resulted in the murder of Gaemon Palehair. In both cases, Unwin’s goal was the same: the elimination of Aegon III’s wife and queen so that his own daughter could be slotted into her space. What’s more, in both cases Unwin seems to have utilized a clumsily obvious framing narrative for each death, the better either to excuse himself and/or to work against his enemies. In the case of Daenaera, Unwin I think specifically used the “tears of Lys” in order to fuel his anti-Rogare conspiracy - of course, Unwin I think tried to suggest, those no-good-very-bad Lyseni would use a poison whose very name advertised their origins to try to kill Aegon III. Likewise, In the case of Jaehaera, her death is deliberately paralleled with that of her mother: just as Helaena is widely (and I think correctly) assumed to have thrown herself to her death toward the end of the Dance, so I believe Unwin wanted onlookers to believe that Jaehaera had, quite literally, followed her mother to the grave. (Of course, when it then became profitable for Unwin to undermine other young women ahead of the Maiden’s Day Cattle Show, he was also quite willing to shift the parallel - blaming Cassandra Baratheon for her death, just as Rhaenyra had been blamed for Helaena’s.) In both cases, however, Unwin all but gave himself away through the ruthlessness and obviousness of his ambition: just as the king and Prince Viserys sniffed out the Peake conspiracy through the tortured false confessions of Thaddeus Rowan, so the unseemly, peremptory hastiness of the king’s betrothal to Lady Myrielle revealed Unwin’s hand (no pun intended) in brutally moving Jaehaera out of the way for Myrielle’s sake. In both cases, moreover, Unwin relied on his known, unsubtle agents Tessario and Ser Mervyn, whose later guilt only I think highlights their guilt for the earlier murder. 

I do also think it notable that while Gyldayn does show a rather baffling (to me, at least) level of favoritism toward Unwin Peake, even the maester-author has to concede the likelihood that Gyldayn was responsible for Jaehaera’s death. Though he adds the exculpatory parenthetical that “there is no shred of proof of that [i.e. that Jaehaera was murdered]”, Gyldayn names “the only truly plausible culprit” as Unwin Peake; too, after explaining the reasoning behind this possibility, Gyldayn concludes that “[i]f murder was indeed the cause of her demise … the man behind it could only have been Lord Unwin Peake”. Further, as noted above, Gyldayn also states that “without proof, none of this would have been damning … [sic] if not for what the Hand did afterward” - that is, betrothing Aegon III to his daughter.  If even an author who spends multiple paragraphs praising the Peakes generally and Unwin specifically admits the high likelihood that Lord Peake was behind Jaehaera’s murder, I take that as pretty conclusive evidence of where we as readers are supposed to lay blame for Jaehaera’s death. (Nor, indeed, does that other maester-author, Yandel, quibble about Peake’s guilt: Yandel simply states in TWOIAF that “[t]hough we will never know the truth of the events that day, it now seems likely that Jaehaera's death was somehow instigated by Lord Peake”.)

To that point as well, I think that GRRM wants us readers to compare the murder of Princess Elia (and, relatedly, those of her children at the same time) to that of Queen Jaehaera. While neither Tywin nor Unwin put their own hands on Elia (and her children) or Jaehaera, respectively, their guilt behind the scenes is made very evident: these two similarly named men, sometime Hands with vindictive streaks and a desire to see their daughters made queens (and, incidentally, a penchant for stealing dead men's Valyrian steel swords), sent their personal, violent agents against a royal woman and her children or a royal female child herself, with the expectation that those agents would see to the murders of these people (something I've talked about specifically with Tywin). Therefore, despite the unwillingness of biased in-world scholarly sources to commit, in whole or in part, to placing the blame on these men - recall Yandel’s weaselly statement “[i]t is tragic that the blood spilled in war may as readily be innocent as it is guilty, and that those who ravished and murdered Princess Elia escaped justice”, and his laughable attempts to blame Aerys II or even Elia herself for those deaths - I think GRRM himself makes clear that both Tywin and Unwin were responsible for their respective royal murders.